A Romantic adventure in fantasy

[RoneLith]

I am new to the forums, but not Literotica. I think of myself as a good storyteller and I am interested in trying this forum out. For my first time I will go with what I am comfortable writting Scifi Fantasy. If anyone decides to join the story please describe a character that you will play through to the end. Since this is an adventure story as well as a romantic no character can be killed unless you the owner of that character writes it in there post. This way I feel it will be more enjoyable for all. There are a few characters that we of course need to have:

1. Main Character (Me, since its my thread)
2. Main Characters love interest (it is a romance after all, oppisite sex of the Main Character please)
3. Evil character or the Antagonist
4. Any amount of supporting characters.

Well that's it for the rules I shall now give a setting and describe myself.


The Diamond mountains shinned brillantly as the hour of twilight, a special time when the mountains glowed as if light passing through a blue diamond, descended upon his small tent. A man of about Twenty-five moons sat infrount of his fire boiling a pot of water for his evening tea. Long brown hair stopping just above his back lay unkempt and matted from the long days hike. His muscular frame was soar and stiff as he expertly poked his fire. His shirt, still damp with sweat, hung low on his tired form. A gold chain hung around his neck holding a small emerald amulet, a distant memory of a lost love. The Dragon's Eye, he came to call it,the magic embedded in the amulet gave him longer life, one-hundred years had passed yet he looked as if he had only aged one. Absently he scratched his beard and scanned his campsite with hard turquoise eyes before taking in the light comming off the mountains. Heavy armor of chain and plate lay in side his small tent, waiting to be cleaned. His giant axe, which he called Gias, stuck solidly into a stump of oak peices of pine strewn about in no semblance of order. At twice the size of any normal axe it had cleaved more than just wood in half. A well used and cared for sword lay next to him, should any unwanted visitors aproach. Lightly he dusted the ash off of his brown pants and crawled into his tent searching for his tea, a something to eat...

(remember to introduce yourself, and I hope this will be a long and wonderful adventure.)

 

[Kiriel]

((My character could be a love interest, could be a supporting character, depends how you like her.))

Chiara halted in her path up the mountain, the blue light dancing patterns of light and shadow across her porcelin complexioned face. Her emerald eyes turned to the peaks of the mountains briefly before returning to the trail in front of her, growling curses in a variety of tongue on the steep and wearisome pace. Dark curls were tied back from her face, though a few rebellious tresses escaped to frame her delicate features.

She appeared to be a slight young woman, perhaps 19 years of age, although she carried an axe at her belt and daggers on her wrists. They almost seemed to be a mockery, as if such a person could weild such weapons, but for the hard set of her strong jaw line and the familiarity with which she moved. Her weapons never got in her way, nor did they bump into her legs; they always seemed to just miss as Chiara tramped up the path towards the mountains.

Her clothing was durable and rather boring, merely breeches of midnight blue and a cloak that obscured the color of her shirt. Well worn leather boots adorned her feet, and a choker necklace of glass beads with an odd equal armed cross pendent dotted with garnets graced her slender neck. She wasn't beautiful in the classic sense of the word, but neither was she ugly, hovering somewhere in between the two extremes.

 

[RoneLith]

((Yay! Cool intro))

Reaching into his tent and quickly pulling out his favorite tea, a rare leaf its flavor both powerful and bright, his water skin and a pot with a hook stand, some deer meet jerky and a bit of soft cheese. Carefully he set up the pot and poored most of the water into it, saving some for the trek again tommorow.
Summer had come to these mountains and it looked as if rain was a long way away. He had traveled these roads many times in his life and knew he was at least a good ten leagues before the next water.
He silently cursed himself for leaving his plate, tea kettle and cup in his tent, grumbleing he crawled back in to grab it. Eyeing his armor with the disgust of having to clean it soon he sighed and pulled out a small wooden box with his sword oil and other cleaning tools. Setting up his plate and placing two hefty pinches of tea into his the kettle, he took a bite of the jerky and sighed once more as he pulled out the first peice of armor.
He looked into his amulet for a breif moment and thought 'How many times have I cleaned my armor?' He chuckled to himself as he knew the answer, 'to many too count.'

 

[Kiriel]

((Thank you!))

The lightshow across her face slowly faded as she drew closer to the mountains, darkness settling closer around the land. Her boots made whispers of sound against the packed dirt, audible only to those who knew what to listen for. Chiara's eyes lifted to the mountians steadily growing closer, and fell upon the small tent.

She halted at this, her eyebrows knitting together in a frown. Chiara wasn't precisely trustful from a distance, and she had heard no other travelors about. On the other hand she hadn't been watching for others, and it was only one small tent. It couldn't hide an army. Running her finger over the hilt of her axe Chiara set off again, angling towards the tent.

With no wish to be caught, only to do the catching, the young woman narrowed the distance between the tent and herself, not silent, but not obvious either. From the pack on her back she produced an apple, proceeding to munch on it as Chiara slowed her pace, strolling along as she came into view of the tent.

"Hello?" She called out, alerting any in the area to her presence, halting again and waiting for a response of some sort.

 

[RoneLith]

Having finished cleaning the leg plates he checked on the water which had just come to a boil. Smiling to himself he set down his cleaning supplies and using a glove grabbed the pot and poored the water into his kettle. The smell of the fresh tea filled his nose as he remembered why it was his favorite tea once again. 'Cleaning armor can wait until tonight.'
Something nagged at the back of his mind, a sixth sense told him not everything was right in his little world right now. He knew what it was, his cloak's magic had started to activate. The cloak had the small ability to detect others from about 100 yards away. He looked back into his tent and noticed the color change from rusty brown to black, the alarm signal. He scanned the area quickly seeing a figure not too far from his camp. He wondered breifly why the cloak had not activated earlier, he guessed it was because he had been so intent on finishing his work that he did not hear it. He looked closer and noticed that it was a young woman, she had dark hair and a delicate figure if it could be called that. He could only see an axe and wondered how a lady that young and slight could wield such a thing. He shrugged letting her make the first move.

"Hello?" She called out, alerting any in the area to her presence, halting again and waiting for a response of some sort.

"Good evening!" He replied, he checked his tea judgeing it needed a few more moments before it was ready.

 

[RoneLith]

OOC
(( Come on people. Even if you are not going to be involved with the storyline just yet can we get two more people. I see a ton of views and no takers. Two more is all I want, is that so hard to ask for? Just PM me with your idea for a character and we can go from there. But if none of you want to play and just want to look ok then. Sorry about the ranting I just want my first thread ever to be a really great story, so far it is going perfectly.))

 

[Kiriel]

Hearing the voice Chiara ventured forward, removing her hand from her axe. She didn't want to appear as if she were agressive in any way, especially as she had no such intent. It was late in the day and the young woman was rather tired. To add to this, she was in no mood for any sort of fight, and was relived that no other weapons could be seen- even though she was positive they were there.

"I hope I haven't disturbed you." She called, catching sight of the young man. The light was against her, and Chiara could see very little. She was able to make out that he was quite a bit larger then her- who wasn't- and that he was garbed to travel. The young woman had not found a fool, but someone who was familiar with these paths.

"My name is Chiara; may I inquire as to yours?" Many had said Chiara was very impatient, and very naive by simply throwing her name about. Very impetuous, throwing caution in the wind. However, Chiara was not so world weary that she expected an attack from every passer byer- not yet.

 

[RoneLith]

Almost forgetting his manners he stood up and quickly adjusted his clothes, taking off as much of the road dust as possible. However, in a strange way it seemed to just reattach itself back to his clothing. Sighing and wishing there was a stream near by to wash up he turned his 6'4" muscular frame to Chiara.
"My name is Rone," he said with no threat perceived or given in his voice. "I am pleased to meet you, would you like some tea and perhaps a bite to eat?"

 

[Kiriel]

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well." Chiara said with a smile, breathing an inner sigh of relief. He didn't appear to have malign intentions, and she heard no sense of threat in the voice- and generally, the young woman was able to garner some idea of their intention from their tone.

"That sounds lovely, if you can spare anything. I have a a few extra supplies I could throw in if you like." Under the guise of shading her eyes from the sun Chiara glanced him over, again thankful he didn't seem to have any wish to harm her. "Eben just tea, I haven't had any in quite a while."

 

[RoneLith]

"Then you have happend upon my campsite at the right time, it has just finished brewing. After tea I was going to cook up my meal, I belive I have enough to share, if not I can always take a bit less. Its not right to let a lady go hungry." He smiled, something that just did not fit right on his face against the hard contrast of his eyes, too gentle for a battle hardend soldier as he appeared to be.
Ducking into his tent breifly he pulled out a spare cup and using the remainder of the boiling water in the pot, washed it quickly. Both the cups and kettle were part of a set made out of red clay and intricately detailed with small leaves, truly a peice of art.
"Unfortunately the ground is the only item that I have to sit upon, I hope you don't mind?" He began to poor the tea, and offered the cup to her. The aroma fills your senses with jasmine and a hint of mint. Definately a rare tea in these parts since jasmine only comes from far to the south, almost a whole continent.
"I feel as if you are ill at ease, please let me assure you that I mean no harm to all lovers of tea." Once again he smiled and almost let out a chuckle.

 

[RoneLith]

OOC

((Seeing many veiws not many players. If you want to play but are concerened that the story is closed, I assure you that it is not. Kiriel has been having problems with her computer and so I belive I will create a new story for me to play on another post. This is of course assuming that you enjoy my story so far on this one. This will still be open and availible but to those of you that have been wanting to join in but feel you are unable to at this time then a new story awaits.))

 

[RoneLith]

Thread closed until further notice

This thread will be closed until Kiriel can reply and continue with the story. Sorry to any of you that have been either hoping to join or just like the story.

 

[RoneLith]

This thread is open again, so yay!!! Lets play

 

[Kiriel]

Chiara did chuckle, accepting the cup of tea from him. "Then I am most glad I love tea so. What sort is this?" She inhaled gratefully, the different scents of the tea surrounding her. Sitting down on the ground, the young lady put a hand in her bag, rummaging about till she found two apples, plucked from trees but two days ago.

"The ground is perfectly fine, I thank you. And I would not have gone hungry. Company is most welcome, and it would not be fair to tax your supplies when I have supplies of my own." Chiara offered one of the apples to him, running her fingers along the designs of the cup curiously.

 

[RoneLith]

"Don't worry about it," he said to her as he took a sip of his tea. "However, I would like to borrow an apple for tonights meal, I have some Deer steaks that need to be eaten, and I have found that apples are a good compliment." He reached back into the tent and pulled out a strange bag, it was completely sealed and had runes spaced along its length. "When I was up north an old friend of mine gave me this bag, he knew I travled alot and did not want to hunt as much as was useally nessacary. He crafted this for me, with it I can keep meat that I have collected for up to a week without salt. A spell is placed on the bag and food is kept cold, not once have I seen meat spoil in here. It will also keep bugs and other pesky creatures away from it." He opened it and a light fog escaped to the heat, dissapating soon afterwords. He indeed pulled out two steaks wrapped in leather. He set a pan on the fire, once again reaching into the tent, to grow hot.

"Oh, you were inguireing about the tea, it is a blend of my own. combineing both Jasmine pearl tea and a little bit of mint, plus underneath the stronger flavors there is a light hint of orange. Perfect for something to both warm you up and cool you down from a long hike."