A Threat to Royalty

[The_high_king]

This thread is set in the a fantasy/medieval time. In the kingdom of Rendul, near the coast of the Crimson Moon. Both are very made up places, named by yours truly. The reason I wanted to do a thread like this was because I wanted do different for a change besides gun-fights, and back-flips, and the like. So heres how the story goes:

The king of Rendul, (also known as Joe) was the main source of power that kept the powers of evil back. He was the source of balance, and the source of order, that made sure the world wouldn't plummet into chaos. However, someone on the OTHER side of the scale, the evil side most likely made a decision. He decided that evil should be the supreme ruler of the world, and not this king of balance character. This evil person didn't believe in balance, and all that mumbo jumbo. He believed in pure, and total evil. His name was Dokor Hevil.
Dokor was evil, and intelligent, witty, strong, and everything that made a hero. Except he wasn't the hero. He was a villain, or a evil anti-hero so to speak. One dreadful night Dokor, and his demon army decided to surprise attack the king of Rendul. It was a stealth mission, in, and out do your thing. Wham, bam, thank you madam. His cronies crept into the chamber, and took the five relics of royalty off the king. The worst part, was that they succeeded. They killed many in cold, and silent blood. The king was kept alive since they couldn't kill him without magic. They couldn't bring magic because of the detectors they had around the castle.
When morning came, everyone woke up to the screams of a king. The five relics of royalty were stolen, and many men, and women had died that night. The five relics were passed down from the royal bloodlines, dating back to almost five-hundred years. These relics were the crown of pure royalty, the sceptre of judgement, the red cloak of charisma, the jade amulet of balance, and the ring of order. These items were scattered across the far reaches of the earth. The king began to lose his powers, and grow ill.
Then a light of hope came in as an old elven soothsayer strolled into the kingdom. He was a neutral old man who would tell anyone anything for a couple pieces of gold. He prophesized this:
"to the north reaches lies a cave of ice, and longboats as far as the eye can see. To the the south is the soul of warrior who guards the red tower. To the east is a masked troll who gaurds a golden forest. To the west is a lady who commands the hot sands of a deserted desert kingdom. Then in the depths of hell, you will find a beast so horrifying that he matches the Devil's power. After that will come darkness, but not total darkness. For there will be rays of light that will come break through the glass of hope".
That was the end of what the soothsayer had to say. Then things went on from there...

So heres what I'll need. Choose a race, choose a class, choose a gender, and blah, blah, blah. I'll be playing my favorite character, Creeps the master thief. So feel free to join in at any time. I hope you enjoy role-playing, or reading this thread. If have you have anything to ask, or complain about, then please PM me.

 

[The_high_king]

Creeps

"This place sucks", I said, as I hung upside-down from a rope. It was a rainy night, and the rope was slippery, but I managed to climb back on the roof. Rendul was a rich place, but it was totally boring. Sure it sounds like a lot fun when you see the scenery, and hear the stories. But once you came here, it was a total snooze-fest.
I couldn't stand it. It was so damned friendly. Not a shady character in sight. How was a thief supposed to make business when there wasn't a single person in town who needed the skills of trained professional, such as myself. At least I was making some profit.
I'll give you this much though. This place was tough with security. It took me at least an hour just to rob this small manor. In other places it would take me at least fifteen minutes. At least it paid off, seeing that I made one-thousand gold pieces on this manor alone. It maybe boring, but I think I'll stay, just for the challenge of it.
I looked around, and crept off into the night. Silenty running, and jumping across roof-tops. I then found a small alley, and slowly climbed down to the earth below. It was time to grab some dinner. By grab I mean't pay. I'm may be greedy, but I'm not THAT greedy.

 

[Imoen]

Ooc: Imoen. Human female. Early 20’s. Mage/Thief. Auburn hair. Brown eyes.

Ic:
Imoen reclined back against the rough wooden chair finishing the last of her mug of ale. She motioned to the serving wench to bring another. She had arrived in Rendul under the assumption she was to meet up with a couple of old comrades, but she had yet to see neither hide nor hair of them.

The city was in a quite stage of uproar over the recent thievery of the Monarch’s valuable relics. She had heard heralds through the streets calling for adventurers with the promise of rich rewards for their rescue. It pricked her interest that was for sure.

She ruminated to herself, staring sightlessly out the rain-glazed window into the cold night beyond. She shrugged her shoulders, eh, if no one showed, she’d just join up with a merry band of adventurers. No use in wasting time when one could be reaping rewards.

 

[The_high_king]

Creeps

I stepped into the tavern. My cloak drenched with rain water. It was safe to remove my hood. No one knew who the hell I was anyway. In fact, I looked kind of like a ranger in a way. I walked up to the bartender, and said, "a mug of milk, and a loaf of bread will do". I put the bronze on the counter, then found a table to sit down on. A nice shadowy table too.
Across from me was a very good looking lady. The infamous Imoen, a thief, and a mage who assisted in the defeat of evil things in the tales of Baldur's gate, and the stories of Sword Coast. I was quite pleasent to see at least one thief in this goody-goody town.
On the wall was a poster. It was a reward for five lost items. items that belong to the King of Rendul. The reward was big, but these items would be worth even more on the market. Then again, without balance there would probably be no market would there? The reward was tempting, and I could go in pretending to be a ranger. I thought to myself for awhile thinking, "hmm... if I do this I get paid, or if I don't do it then I get to stay, and make money. Then again, if I do go then if I live, I get to come back, and continue business as usual. But then, I'll be doing the right thing, which isn't good, but is... I'm confused". After awhile I decided to do it, (I hated it when I had to do something good). All I had to do was to find a band of adventurers to join, or recruit. But where?

 

[Vespiris]

Lysabet

OOC: Pale blonde hair, almost white but with a sunny sheen to it, bound in a complicated braid to her waist, plain sturdy clothes worn with grace and style. Her height and slender build sugest some elfin ancestery, but she can pass for human for the most part. She's an accomplished bard, from one of the finest bard schools, and known to travel on whimsy. However, some naysayers pass rumors that mysterious and horrible things happen around her, because of her.

They may be jealous, because even in the thick atmosphere of the tavern she seems frail and bright, like a patch of starlight.

IIC:
Its raining hard outside, people are coming in drenched. Good, it'll keep them around a bit longer. I take my favorite perch on the bar and strum a soft chord, nothing too loud to disturb any one with the beginning of my first song, but I know that soon enough they'll all be listening.

I'm feeling the rain and start a soft, eerie ballad of love going beyond death. Its one of my favorites and I do it well tonight. There are new faces tonight. Perhaps they are getting together a group of travelers...I can feel the wanderlust welling in me again. As I finish the song I know it was moving, the tavern is quiet. I let everyone think a moment and then stand on the bar.

"Enough of that! Time for fun!" I go into a wild drinking song that the locals at least will know and stir up some dancing. I twirl over to the new face in the back corner, I love shadowy adventurer types. I dance for him, gradually getting more and more wild, smiling at him until the barkeep shouts for me and I have to run and help serve for a bit.

 

[The_high_king]

Creeps

PHHTTTT! I spit out my milk in surprise, as I bard stood up, and suddenly started to sing loudly, and dance. I thought I was going to die from choking, as I hit my chest choughing. Whew! What a rush. She finally stopped when the bartender told her to start serving food, and such. As I regained my focus, I looked back on the poster for further details.

ooc: welcome to the thread Vesperis.

 

[TygerEyez]

Sistine

ooc: Sistine
22 years old
Dark aburn hair, tied into a single braid down her back
brown eyes
Human- daughter of the king, and thereby Princess
Out to search for her father's relics

bic:

I slipped inside the tavern quickly, ducking my head to keep the light from shining on my face. I had to hide myself, at least for now. If the people should see me, I would have no opportunity to watch, and choose the men who would accompany on my Quest.

The Kingdom, and my Father's life, depended on my being able to recover the Relics, all of them, and I would not rest until I had found them all.

The short skirt of the clothes beneath my cloak allowed my legs to breathe, and made it easier to get around. A long gown would never do. My clothes were cut for the adventure at hand, and my father's bow and arrows were laced to my back with sinews of leather.

I grabbed the edges of my cloak tighter around me, and sat with my head down for the most part, but my eyes eagerly surveying the scene.

ooc: Is it okay for me to join you?

 

[The_high_king]

Creeps

ooc: Of course you can join. You took a pretty big part, so I hope you can handle it. I'm lacking male players though.

ic: I gazed at the new comer. She didn't seem like a ranger, or an elven archer for that matter. She seeme like a regular adventuress archer. If she lost the clothes she had now, and jump into a dress, then I could swear that she'd look like a princess of sorts. She had that, 'I need people to help me' look in her eye.
That was none of my business. So I turned away back to my poster, and my food. Gnawing away at my bread, and drinking milk. I was doing calculations in my head. Thinking maybe once I could get inside the castle, that I could make "plans" for it tonight, or something. Perhaps it would be even better if I found these relics first, and then settle for the castle if the reward wasn't enough. Yes, perhaps thats what I'll do.

 

[Khadgar]

okay for me to join?

OOC:
Name: Tash
Race: Darmathian
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown
Looks: Extreemly tall, about 8 feet. heavily muscled, black and demonic. no one knows much about what he looks like, because he is covered by a heavy black cloak. He has a painfully long and thick sword strapped under the cloak to his back, and a bow hanging in his cloak. he doesn't talk much, very quiet. broad shoulders.


IC: Tash slowly made his way down the street in the rain, hearing music come from a tavern, he decided to head in, if for nothing else to head in out of the down pour. He opened the door and bent over, stepping in. 'arrrgh, another low celing' Tash thought. he was thankful that the seats were large though, he sat down slowly, so he didn't break the chair and looked out from under the hood of his cloak. there was someone studying a poster carefully, a couple men getting drunk and laughing it up, a lady singing and playing music, one girl looking around the room suspiciously and the rest were listening and singing along with the drinking song. Tash smiled, he had managed not to draw more than a couple stares on this enterance.

 

[The_high_king]

Creeps

ooc: nice of you to join us Khadgar. By the way, whats a Darmathian?

ic: "Adventurers, adventurers. Where the hell do I find advneturers?", I thought to myself. I then looked around, and realized that I was surrounded by adventurers. There was the hulking massive man that just walked in, a bard, and a some girl with a bow. I did consider Imoen, but there was this one problem. Theives had a tendency to know when another thief was lying, or not. I would have to find a different way to convince her to join.
I took a breath, and got up. It was true that I usually worked alone, but I doubted that I could live through a big quest without the help of allies. I looked for the first adventurer to talk to. I decided to start with Imoen first, from one thief to another. I walked up to her table, and put the poster down in front of her. I then said one word to her, "interested?". In thief lingo, it meant, "hey, I'm just a guy whos looking for a couple of adventurers to join in on a quest. Would you be interested?". Of course in my own way, it mean't, "are you in, or out?".

 

[Imoen]

She sensed his approach before he came into view. The fingers of her right hand caressed the hilt of the blue steel dagger sheathed upon her thigh. Imoen wasn’t looking for a fight, but one could never been too careful in a place such as this. The man rounded on her, sliding a piece of parchment along the table.

“Interested?”

“Creeps!” She announced, her voice echoing her surprise. She released her hold the disguised dagger as she reclined back in her chair, gazing up at him. “I haven’t seen you in ages! I should have spotted you as soon as I entered.” Her brow furrowed in consternation. She shrugged her shoulders, uttering a soft sigh, “I really must be slipping.”

“Please, by all means, sit.” She motioned to the empty seat beside her as she scanned the poster. “Ah, a quest for the relics. I’m most definitely interested. Truth be told I was thinking of it just a few moments prior.”

“I must say though, Creeps,” She said with a sidelong glance, a grin toying around the corners of her mouth. “This seems a rather too noble and just cause for one of your … talents.”

“Regardless,” She waved her hand in dismissal of the thought, “Is there a party already gathered or is recruitment in order?”

 

[BadForm]

Frezhan Bovis

OOC: Just to keep the gender balance equal, I'll play a male for once - the other thread where I started a minotaur appears to have died a rapid death, so if possible, I'll join in with you guys...

Name: Frezhan Bovis (Yeah, I know, v. bad pun)
Age: 28
Height: 7'8"
Build: Very Muscular
Race: Minotaur - slight b/w dappling to head like a fresian
Class: 'Beastlord' - basically, warrior with animal communication/friendship abilities.
Friend: Luris, a large black wolf


IC: Frezhan heard the two talking and cast a surruptitious glance in their direction. So, they were looking to hunt the relics were they? That sounded fun - and profitable. Frezhan was still living well on the profit from rescuing Duke Andress's daughter from the Sect of Ish, but the coin would run out soon and he needed to flex his sword arm again. A glance around the tavern told him that, apart from this pair, at least one of which looked like a spy or thief, there was a good number of probable parties for this excursion present. Warriors, magi, rangers and others. Good, this sounded like a tough journey.

Frezhan stood and walked over to the table where Creeps and Imoen were talking. He slammed down a handful of gold on the table. "Barkeep, we need drinks here!" Then he turned back to Creeps and said. "I'm in."

 

[The_high_king]

Creeps

ooc: Welcome to the thread BadForm. By the way, were hunting for relics, not jewels.

ic: Before I could answer Imoen's question, I heard a BAM! A big minotaur pounded the table, and said, "I'm in". I was totally unprepared for a greeting like that, and I was at the edge of my seat. I had only one reply, "umm... I don't know who the hell you are, but sure. You can join". I then turned back to Imoen, and said, "as for recruits, look around you. We got a bard, an archer, and that cloaked, strong guy who seems to be Darmathian in this tavern alone. I'd say that this is the place to start recruiting". Before Imoen could reply, I quickly said, "and try to pretend you don't know me. Nothing personal, but I gotta keep a low profile. Not just here, but anywhere alright?".

 

[White Queen]

OOC: I would like to join the thread, would there be any problem If my character was a Drow Elf Female? If there is I will choose some other race...

 

[The_high_king]

ooc: I have no problem with the dark elves, or drow as you call them. So yes, you may join.

 

[The_high_king]

ooc: I must say, that I like the way this thread is going. The most people I ever had join a thread was in, "The Orgy Inn", thread. It got quite succesful until people got tired of pointless sex. I then had to make a ending, and everyone went there merry ways. Anyways, enough with my ramblings, and on with the thread.

 

[Khadgar]

Tash

OOC: Type of Daemon. that okay?

The hard blue eyes of Tash watched one of the men in the room walk over and show another the poster. then a minautar creature got up and pounded the table Tash sighed deeply, his rumbling voice startling the person sitting behind him. 'not a fight' Tash thought. 'this will do no good'

 

[Khadgar]

OOC

i remember readon alot of that. some good stuff there, but it was way too far in to join. i'm also sorry the inn@ didn't get off the ground lol i know you were frustrated about that, but seems i was the only one looking at it

 

[Imoen]

"Believe me, Creeps. That won't be a problem." A grim smile stretched Imoen's lips as she regarded the theif. "I'd appreciate the same in return."

She turned her attention back to the massive creature joining them. Her gaze traveling up and up and up til finally, her gaze met his. She inclined her head in greeting, her grim smile stretching into a geniune grin.

"Greetings friend. Welcome to the group. My thanks for the drinks. Please, have a seat."

 

[White Queen]

OOC:

Name: Briza
Height: 5´7 tall
Race: Drow / Dark Elf
Class: Sorcerer
Description: Briza has silky white shoulderlength hair, Lavander eyes, her body looks delicate, thin, agile with an ample busom and sexy hips.
Equipment: She wears a Drow leather armor that fits tight around her body, a Lavander cloak covers her body and face when she walks in cities, her weapons include a handcrossbow, longsword, daggers and a whip.

Ok, here is my character... I think I will wait until everyone has left the city to join the thread... a Drow walking in a city is not a good idea...

 

[Vespiris]

Lysabet

Hmmm a gathering in the corner of all the shadowy folks. Fun.

I grabbed a round and headed for the table. We haven't had a minotaur here in...ever, that was the bar three adventures ago that had a minotaur.

Very time to move on. I set the drinks on the table, I had guessed what each one would like and hoped that went over well.

"So, what's all the fuss about back here?"

 

[The_high_king]

Creeps

I glanced at the other new comer. She was the bard that caused me to spill my drink, but accidents happen. "So, whats all the fuss about back here?", she asked. I grinned, and showed her the poster, "a reward fit for a king. Thats whats going on back here". I think I got her attention by showing her the poster. The problem was that what the reward was, wasn't written down. It did say go to Rendul Castle for more details though. As far as I could tell, we had four people in our group, including me, and possibly including the bard... if she was interested of course.

ooc: Is your drow evil, or good White Queen? The only good drow I ever heard of was Drizzt Do' urden, (I think thats how its spelt).

 

[Khadgar]

Tash

Tash watched the table. it was by far the most interesting thing to watch, and his hearing piced up most of what was said. Tash lifted his arm to call someone to his table and called out in a deep booming voice "water here." and lowered his arm. turning his attention back to the table.

 

[The_high_king]

Creeps

I turned a bit to see that big, massive, cloaked guy staring at our table. He sent the shivers down my spine. I then got the guts to call him over. "Hey you! You in the cloak! I'd like to talk to you", yep, I was insane. I felt like I talked to death, and lived to tell the tale.

 

[BadForm]

Frezhan Bovis

Seeing the hulking figure turn to face the group, Frezhan's wolven ally came at once to his side. "Easy," said Frezhan, patting the great creature firmly on the nape, "This may be a friend."

That said, Frezhan was far from satisfied that the thing had good intentions, or was even capable of them. His hand went from the longsword at his side to caress the haft of the double-headed axe still safely strapped to his back. Whatever happened, he was ready.