Adventure Company - Fantasy

[DormantEvil]

Adventure Company - Fantasy [OPEN/ACCEPTING]

I have been away from Literotica for many months, and would like to try my hand at a literate RP that has no real have to do storyline aspects beyond a simple objective. To have lots of fun. Currently I would like to try it without any sexual actions, but later if there has been character development it would be great to see some. I will be able to post twice a day for several weeks, and beyond that will do my very best to continue to RP here. If not I would love to see the story continue.

For now this is but a simple idea I had earlier today, and is born out of my own need to find some adventure in life and a rekindled love of fantasy. Currently only human characters will be accepted. Male and female characters are welcome. This is an equal opportunity thread, as both genders are raised to pull their own weight and work. And there are no magics beyond healing herbs, and common sense. This is a medieval era RP, swords, bows and assorted blades. Horses and Kings and Queens. No cars or even powder cannons.

Welcome to my Adventure RP thread. Where mountains of treasure, weird and wonderful lands and creatures that stalk the night are just waiting to be discovered. ​

 

[DormantEvil]

The lands of Albar encompass a continent, and span across several climates and terrains. To the north are impenetrable mountain peaks covered in thick snow and ice. In those mountains are extensive cave networks of untraveled allure. It is said that many cultures have used the terrain to hide treasure, and one legend stands strongest. To the east is the fishing villages and the Capital City of Valorwind where the King and Queen rule. The south is a large expanse of desert, where few dare to walk. And to the west is the promise lands, rich with plains of fertile soil and grass. Adventuring parties constantly head west to settle and discover, but lately more and more are disappearing without known reason. Unknown to the King and Queen there is a dangerous dark enemy to the West, up until now content to live out their lives in peace.



Current plot to follow: - Adventure and Treasure

1. Three hundred years ago a man was said to have walked the earth. He was unlike any other and had special powers. With a single touch he could turn objects to gold. It is said this man was turned mad with greed, turning men, women and children alike into solid gold. Houses, horses, roads, trees...all turned into gold. This gold was said to have been plundered, and the Golden Towns no longer exist. It is said the current King kidnapped the mad man, forcing him to touch coal and rock until the King was rich enough to control a Kingdom. The mad man escaped. And it is said he traveled into the North Mountains to escape mankind. Paranoid that more people would steal his gold. It is said he lives in those caves, surrounded by gold bats, rivers of liquid gold and entire cave networks lined with gold walls, floors and ceilings. Nobody has returned to confirm these stories though.


Secondary plot to follow: - Adventure and Honor

2. We are yet to know what is in store for us. We simply head west.

[Unknown information - The Akirit are unlike people we have seen before. Up until now only humans existed, but this new race is sadistic and truly evil. We will call them the Akirit, meaning 'Pointy Eared Devils'. They have dark skin and white hair, usually left long. They are slightly taller than most men, and strong. Natural warriors, born of ancient blood. Looking into their eyes is like staring into hell, hatred and blood lust are all that stare back. You are trespassing if you lay eyes on one of the Akirit. However, as more and more humans wander onto their lands, they are becoming restless. Their leaders are amassing an Army. If you head west, you will be sent to investigate the disappearance of the Albar people.]



And so you can see, we first find treasure and then through our bravery and return we will be sent to adventure in the land to the west. In search of whatever devil or force is taking our people.

 

[DormantEvil]

I don't have any specific rules, but here are just some simple ones to follow.

1. No killing off people's main characters. NPC's that we meet are fair game though.

2. Try to write at least one paragraph, these should be meaty sentences.

3. Romance and sex is fine, as long as it does not continue for more than a few pages and does not hold up the rest of the characters.

4. PM me your profiles so I can add them. Don't post unless accepted.

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Post this in all of your posts, it is for people to easily identify who your character is.

Name: [enter name]
Role: [enter role]
Age: [enter age]

Location: [enter location]


Now for this all you need to do is remove the [enter name] part and add in your information. Simple as that.



PROFILES:

Fill in these fields and PM them to me, I'll post them so everyone can see them easily.

Name:
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Appearance: [a written description or image - as long as the image isn't too big]
Personality:

Weapon of choice: [stick to two weapons max]

 

[DormantEvil]

PROFILES

All profiles that have been accepted can be found here!

Name: Constance Rion
Role: Hunter
Age: 25
Appearance: Constance stands at 5'7" and weighs around 140lbs. Her skin is pale in comparison to her kind, being of native blood yet her black hair and dark brown eyes give her a distinctly native appearance. There is one tattoo across the top of her right brow line, and another under her left eye. She has an athletic frame and obvious muscle definition in her arms, legs and abdomen. Mainly in her legs from running long distances to track down prey, and her arms from using a bow for her teenage and adult life.
Personality: She likes being left alone. People talk to much for her taste, and often she can be found out in front of a group leading them through the forests south of the North Mountains, or the plains towards the west. She takes on contracts to track down criminals, and to lead families through the wilderness alive.

Weapon of choice: Throwing dagger and bow/arrows.

Name: Zerathul Duskfang
Role: Ranger (Specialized in Infiltration.)
Appearance: Six foot three, mid eye level sandy blonde hair. Piercing, unwavering light blue eyes, mid muscular build, fair skin, hundred and seventy pounds. Wears a long, black, hooded robe to cover his eyes in shadow and a cloth to cover the lower part of his face so only the eyes are visible when not in shadow. Seems to have an aura of cold about him.
Personality: Extremely cold personality. A calm, quiet person and tends to keep to himself.
Weapons: Dual hidden blades (think Assassin's Creed), bow and arrows.

Name: Rein Fentla
Role: Warrier
Age: 23
Appearance: Rein a powerful man at 6'7" is rippled with muscles and riddled with scars. Weighing just under 270lbs and always wearing heavy armor Rein thunders when he walks always commanding a presence. His skin heavily tanned and tinged brown with road dirt from long travels is pulled tight over his broad shoulders wide forehead and bony powerful hands. His face nearly hidden from sight with his strong helmet has scars running from corner to corner his eyes a piercing blue and hair a golden blonde he radiates power and strength. At his side always hangs his massive broad sword sheathed and ready. Strapped to his back his even larger double headed battle axe. Lastly strapped to each forearm small shields to help in combat.
Personality: Often keeping to himself the most likely place to find Rein is at the local tavern tossing back a few drinks. His excuse for hanging out at lower standard bars is the work is better for a contract mercenary but everyone who knows Rein knows its just so he has a better chance of getting left alone.
Weapon of choice: Massive double headed axe and a secondary broad sword.

Name: Abrielle Regis
Role: Bard
Age: 22
Appearance: Abrielle is short at only 5’5 and her lithe body weighs only 110lbs. Coupled with the long blonde hair that is normally platted down her back and her blue eyes her appearance is often mistaken for innocence. Her skin fair and there are a light smattering of freckles across her nose.

Personality: The youngest daughter of a tavern owner Abrielle grew up dancing the floor and stage, entertaining her father’s patrons. From an early age she was taught different instruments and how to use her voice for best effect. While her brothers and sisters grew up and left around her she stayed and so did the crowds, although they came for a look at her body as music and her musical talents.

All this changed however with the death of her father when the tavern burnt down in one terrible night. Although Abrielle is still the bright and bubbly girl the towns people knew there is a hardness to her eyes and her quick, calloused fingers have found comfort gripping a pair of short swords. Abrielle now travels the land searching for something.

Weapon of choice: A pair of short swords and a harp.

Name: Benjamin Grimstom
Role: Church Knight
Age: 28
Appearance: http://www.templar-star.com/sitebuilder/images/TemplarKnight-317x425.jpg
Personality: Calm and collected, a born leader that refuses to lead, Benjamin has a way to use humor to lighten the mood.
Weapon of choice: Huge bastard sword & Tower Shield. He also uses a crossbow

Name: Nikolai Von Tartakov
Age: 35
Role: Mercenary/Soldier

Appearance: He stands 6'1" and weighs 225lbs. It's all muscle, and he's in superior physical condition. He's an outstanding athlete and fighter. His hair and beard are dark brown edged with grey and kept short. His eyes are greenish grey. His body is home to many a scar. A particularly sinister one runs down the right side of his face from brow to chin and a claw mark mars his left cheek. He wears a hodgepodge of armor that began as the uniform of his homeland and had pieces added to it from fallen opponents over time.

Personality: Most people are horrified by Nikolai. Children run from him and adults fear to look him in the eye. His pragmatism is often mistaken for cruelty or sadism. He's not evil. He's a good soldier who's somewhat lost his moral compass and doesn't mind getting hands dirty doing what needs to be done. He's affable when spoken to, but people rarely speak to him other than to offer him work.

Weapons: Shortsword, dirk, and targe.

Name: Bello Le Mani
Role: Thief
Age: 22

Appearance: Being 5 foot 10 and average build, Bello's appearance is nothing much out of the ordinary. He has black hair, tanned skin and a youthful face. He wears a hooded tunic, trousers, boots and long cape.

Personality: Curious, eager and growing up an only child in a small fishing village, Bello was often bored and frequently got up to mischief. Since having left the village at 18, Bello had been travelling the lands making his way in life as a petty thief, not unknown to charm hs way out of trouble.

Weapon of choice: Dagger

Name: Naida Jaroslawa


Role: Healer

Age: 25

Appearance: Naida's hair is a soft chestnut brown color with eyes to match. She has fair skin and a few scattered freckles across her cheeks. She stands about 5'6 and weighs about 130lbs. She is pretty lean but is not too skinny. She is usually seen with her hair loose and down and can be typically seen in loose fitting clothing that doesn't really give away the shape under them.

Personality: Naida has a sharp tongue and an even sharper wit. She is the sort to be sarcastic but never crass, and is usually quick to stop something should she not want it that way or at all. Being a healer (medic of sorts) she is very in tune with how people carry themselves and why. She is a very smart young woman, knowing a lot about healing plants and herbs and how to gather and use them effectively. She is the sort of person to mouth off and give someone a hard time for getting injured in a stupid way but can still find it in herself to be sensitive if they really need it.

She grew up under the teachings of her mother and grandmother. She never knew her father and was never truly ever bothered with his absence. She learned a lot from the women in her family, including all of her healing techniques and her fighting. She left to seek out an adventure, much like her mother when she was young.

Weapon of choice: She has two moonblades, that she is well versed in using should she need to.

Name: Angel Silverhair
Role: Bard
Age: 21
Appearance: Angel's hair is a dirty blonde down to her shoulders. Around five four and 110 lbs, she has fair skin, emerald green eyes and the kind of smile that draws audiences to her in the bars and inns she usually plays at.
Personality: Usually appears distant and lost in her own thoughts. She has been seen several times sitting out by herself, watching the moon, sunrise, and sunset. She can be cheerful, however.
Weapons: Longsword and throwing knives.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Constance Rion
Role: Hunter
Age: 25

Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

Fort Ridge was a small military town on the edge of the Great Forest that bordered the North Mountains. The population was just under two hundred people, and all were willing to pay nice prices for pelts and game tracked by Hunters. The military camp was just one of many outposts across Albar. And nothing had happened that caused any alarm in many months. People were bored of the quiet. Talk was spreading of a group calling themselves the Adventure Company. There were whispers of gold and heading up north beyond the King and Queens reach. Many seemed interested, but not all were signing their names.

Constance had just arrived at the Fort after two months in the wilderness, and had brought back enough salted meat and pelts, along with many fine treasures she had wandered upon to buy more supplies, put money aside and then head out again. With a full stomach of food, and some new pack horses. The game was fierce in these regions, but if you could manage to bring them down they fetched gold not silver. And gold was what Constance enjoyed seeing placed into her hand at the end of the trade.

Right now she was inside the local tavern, one of two in town. However unlike the Rusty Horse on the other side of town, military didn't frequent this one much. The Glass Bowl was run by a husband and wife couple, and was a welcome sight to any of the mountain folk. The cold was Constance's main problem. She missed the dry breeze and the heat of the sun. But game was too easy to make money off, as any peasant or farmer could down a buck. It was the large game of the mountains that were worth spending time on.

She wiped gravy off her plate with some day old bread, allowing it to soak in before placing it in her mouth. Chewing slowly she remembered how for weeks she had eaten nothing but dried meats and stale bread. Even day old bread felt as fresh as something the King might be eating. She drank a few mouthfuls of ale before wiping her mouth.

Her name was already on the wall, listed under ten other names. Heading up north with the Adventure Company. They had hired her as a scout and tracker. But by the looks of the names, they were taking healers, thieves, soldiers and warriors as well. Many names were just peasants, brought to carry gear and make fires.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Name: Zerathul Duskfang
Role: Ranger
Age: 27
Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

Zerathul entered the tavern for the second time that day, catching a few glances from peasants nearby. He had heard that he was less likely to run into military at the Glass Bowl, so he went here instead of the other tavern in the fort. He took a seat near the back away from all the others who seemed to stick together in the dark tavern. He glanced over at the paper on the wall with the signed names going north with the Adventure Company. His was just above one "Constance Rion." It was good that no one knew him in this world. He was essentially a ghost. He had a small sachel on his belt with gold in it that he had just recently been given in exchange for the pelts of the beasts in these mountains. They proved to be interesting game to hunt and track, and gave him a chase that he hadn't had the pleasure of in almost ten years.

The last one was...well thats a story for a different time. Zerathul placed a gold coin on the table while he waited. He had always moved with a sort of grace and fluidity, most like from his twenty or so years of doing his job. He was taken very early to learn to be a Ranger, specifically on infiltration. Speaking of which, that was what the Adventure Company had hired him for: an infiltration and assassination specialist. In their eyes, give Zerathul a target, and the aforementioned target will die. He has never missed a target, but that doesn't mean he won't. It is best to never believe that you are invincible or infallible. Everyone makes mistakes, and mistakes can cost lives.

It was good that Zerathul didn't makes mistakes that easily.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Constance Rion
Role: Hunter
Age: 25

Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

Filling her stomach with good food was one of the more enjoyable aspects of stopping by in town. There were others, but a meal of healthy substance cooked in a kitchen and prepared with care by another person was hard to pass up. Out in the wild you'd eat small game, salted meat and have biscuits. But ingredients for good meals became heavy, and having a few pack horses made finding feed to keep them going harder. Pushing the picked clean and wiped down plate away from her, she poured another mug of ale and leaned back. Her bow leaned against the wall to her left, as she watched the hustle and bustle of the tavern. Her eyes picked out small details such as posture and stance. Identifying the tense patrons over those limp with too much drink. She never enjoyed tavern brawls, because there seemed to be no main rules. Everyone got involved one way or another.

There was a group gathering over in one of the corners, it seemed the Adventure Company was congregating. And although Constance would have preferred not to move, she gathered her gear and walked over towards the men. Passing a table she spotted Zerathul, though didn't know who he was. A quick glimpse was all she gave him before pulling up a chair and taking a seat.

"So do you think the caves of gold really are there? Or is this just another myth we'll all die trying to find?"

The question was asked by a man who looked to be a Blacksmith.

It incited murmurs and grumbled from everyone at the table, but it seemed that nobody was sure on this story or not.

A woman came around and refilled mugs, and Constance watched her as she walked away, to serve other tables. Her ears picked up a quieter conversation, about the wagons that continued to disappear. But again, nobody seemed to have any idea.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Name: Zerathul Duskfang
Role: Ranger
Age: 27
Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

Zerathul glanced over at the woman who took a seat at his table. Odd that she would choose him instead of the other, more social occupants. The Adventure Company was indeed gathering, and would most likely move out soon. He looked over just a second at the man who asked the question. Oh, the caves were there, allright. Zerathul had spent a great many years of his life wandering this world, and he did, in fact, see one of these. It was already being raided by other treasure hunters.

He wouldn't have taken of them anyway. He did not need such riches, as he prefered to live a unique life. He doesn't take anything of the high grade, other than his weapons, of course. Nothing but the best when it came to his work. He looked around the tavern. As for the wagons, he had heard many rumors of what seemed to a different race of beings. But they were no more than rumors he had heard during his travels in the more distant areas of this world.

He turned his roaming mind back to the scene around him. So it would seem that their group had finally gathered. He glanced over at the woman seated at his table, curious. He did not speak, however. He rarely spoke.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Constance Rion
Role: Hunter
Age: 25

Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

The conversation continued with no real breaking points, although a few times some of the men would start a small scuffle. Getting hastily yelled at by the owner of the establishment, with threat of no more service and tabs to be collected. Apparently there were a few men who always seemed to hang out in the bar, but she wondered why they had taken up this adventure if all they did was drink and eat. She also didn't enjoy the idea of untrained peasants coming along, if they needed so much gear it would take them a good month just to get to the caves. And Constance was always one for traveling light. There was no way to mask a horse and rider in most terrains, let alone wagons or pack horses with more than their fair share of weight. It was just a fact.

Looking over at one of the men sitting on the table, she again looked him up and down. He seemed like the quiet type. Instantly she enjoyed his company. For she spoke little herself. But for politeness and pleasantry sake, she held up her arm and ordered both him and herself another drink. There were a few odd looks from people who missed out on the shout, but they still had full mugs...or so her excuse would have been.

"A man with my own sentiments to conversation...do you also share my interest of staying away from civilized society for as much as possible?" The question was asked with a relaxed tone. As if simply the middle of some long ago started conversation.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Name: Zerathul Duskfang
Role: Ranger
Age: 27
Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

Zerathul glanced over at the woman as one of the bar maids set their drinks on the table. A slight look at the drink in front of him and he paid no more attention to it. He did not indulge himself in such spirits. They dulled the mind, weakened the senses. He had seen too many die due to such things. The only thing he usually drank was water, to be honest. He also only ate a small assortment of foods. Simple things like bread and venison from the deer in the areas he travels. He can cook, and does so often in a camp by himself, or with a wolf that wanders into his camp at night. The beasts of the night, like the wolf, have never offered him trouble, and often offered him companionship in the far reaches of the world.

"I do." he replied simply in a low, cold voice.

A raucous shout came from the others around them. He looked at them calmly. He did not enjoy the thought of these men and woman watching his back during their travels. In fact, the only one here that seemed to be able to handle themself was the woman seated at the table with him. A hunter, definately. Had the look about her, and judging by what she said, she was a solitary type. Much like himself, for that matter. He was not quite sure if she had traveled quite as much as he had, though. Not many had. Few had reason to do so. He remained silent as he thought to himself. It was not that he disliked this woman. He just rarely spoke, and didn't plan on changing the way he lived.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Constance Rion
Role: Hunter
Age: 25

Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

Constance laughed to herself, it came out as a quiet little chuckle under her breath. He indeed was like her, although she enjoyed the occasional conversation, he seemed to avoid them. There of course was nothing wrong with that. Taking her drink she had noticed his dismissal, no, more his lack of acceptance of her hospitality. It didn't worry her, instead she pulled the glass over to her. "I don't usually waste much. So excuse my gluttony."

Crossing her legs, she looked around the tavern and smirked. It was about as ordinary, though slightly less havoc ridden than all the ones she had been to before. Except the flow of food and drink could not hide the weird energy in the air. She could sense some of it as fear, others were brimming with excitement. Most were just too tired of their struggles to care either way. Work was work and you took what you could get. Sometimes. This adventure might have been out of their comfort zones, hence the steady guzzling of ale and wine.

Sitting there she said nothing more, instead she went about drinking and listening. At some point others might need the spare seats at his table, maybe conversation would be had then. For now she simply enjoyed the quiet. And it didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Name: Benjamin Grimstom
Role: Church Knight
Age: 28

Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

Benjamin got from his horse, his armor creaking and making a few metallic clanks, he tossed the reins to a stable boy who came rushing towards him. He looked around, then up at the sign, this was the Glass Bowl, the place he was told to be. He hoped that this wasn't one of those low roof taverns, his 6'11" frame always had trouble to fit into those taverns, he pushed open the door and immediately a hush fell over the rowdy patrons as his entered the room. Then they noticed that he was not one of the soldiers and continued their drinking, though they seemed much more subdued now. Benjamin noticed the paper that he had signed some months ago against the wall and that settled it, he was at the right place. Another scan through the crowd showed him a pair that clearly did not fit in with the rest sitting at a table, he walked over, his armor only making a slight sound, he stopped and looked down at the female, who was clearly a hunter, he wasn't sure about her companion, so he addressed her first

"Are you Constance?"

 

[LeoHawk35]

Name: Zerathul Duskfang
Role: Ranger
Age: 27
Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

Zerathul glanced up as Constance reached across the table at his drink. He gestured at it.

"I do not mind. I appreciate the offer." he said in a low voice, though it somehow carried over the noise of the tavern.

He was not completely arrogant. He was vaguely polite. Vaguely. His eyes scanned the surrounding tables. He could see the fear in their eyes. These were not fighting men. They were still boys who had a hunger for adventure. They may have a problem on their hands if they encountered hostile forces.

A heavily armored man stepped through the doors and spotted out the pair at the back table. This was a fighting man. He approached their table and addressed Constance first. Zerathul stayed quiet and ignored him for the most part.

 

[silvastormcloud]

Name: Abrielle Regis
Role: Bard
Age: 22
Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

Abrielle had mixed feelings regarding the wooden stage set in the back of the Glass Bowl. On one hand she still loved to play her harp and it was all the better when she had an audience before her. But more and more she was beginning to view her harp as simply the means she used to fund her on-going search for her parents murders. It was like the smut her soul had attracted was infecting the last piece of her innocence she had left.

With unnoticed sigh the small woman settled back onto the wooden keg she used as her stool. She crossed her legs underneath the knee length leather skirt and continued a song. It was a sad song from the northern reaches about a ranger and his lost love. Her melancholy was probably attached to the song and as it ended she climbed to her feet to start something quicker watching with small glee as a few drinkers smiled at the harper.

For weeks the Glass Bowl had been a quiet tavern visited by only the odd off – duty military men who Abrielle had quietly pumped for information but suddenly the tables were all full and the plump waiting girls all busy. Although they all seemed dressed for adventure it was easy for Abrielle to pick out the truly dangerous and luckily or perhaps unluckily for the company the experienced fighters were few and far between.

A metallic creak reached her ears through the soft strings of her harp and Abrielle looked up to see a heavily armoured man enter join a group gathering at the centre table. Add another one to the list of dangerous individuals she noted to herself.

The song ended and Abrielle stepped off the stage to the soft applause of the drunk. As she was packing up her harp in its oiled leather shoulder case the tavern owner came out of the kitchen.

“Abrielle,” he said giving her cheek a kiss. “Another lovely set. This tavern will miss you’re lovely voice almost as much as your harp.”

Abrielle blushed; although not the first time she had been asked to stay on at tavern the large ruddy faced man’s compliments seemed genuine.

“And I’ll miss the Glass Bowl. But it seems the adventure company is gathered my friend. Perhaps when I have pockets bulging with gold I shall return.”

Running his eyes over the gathered company the tavern owner nodded his head. “Good luck my girl.”

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Constance Rion
Role: Hunter
Age: 25

Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

Leaning back in her chair, setting the mug down on the buckle of her belt, Constance enjoyed listening to the quick paced music in the background. It seemed to float around the tavern. She occasionally glanced at the young woman sitting on a stool, she seemed out of place for some reason. But many worked where they could get paid.

A large man of considerable height difference to Constance herself approached the table, his entrance into the tavern hard to miss. She watched his feet subtly as he got closer, and only turned her eyes to trail up his torso to settle on his face when he stopped before her.

"Are you Constance?"

"That I am. Can I help you?" Her question was asked with a slightly curious tone, although for the most part she was just trying to avoid getting in a fight with a man of such stature. Not in such small confines at least.

Pushing the spare mug across to an empty seat, she kicked a chair out a few feet and motioned for him to join them if he wished.

Turning to look back as music stopped playing, she raised her arm and waved the singer over. Wanting to pay her a tip for the good mood her music had brought about. Not as many men were in depressed stupors. She dug into her coin pouch for a few seconds before withdrawing a couple of shiny coins. If anything she was only paying the girl the equivalent to hunting and selling a few rabbits.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Benjamin Grimstom

Name: Benjamin Grimstom
Role: Church Knight
Age: 28

Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

"I am Benjamin Grimstom, if you are here, it means that I am at the right place"

He looked at the stool and chuckled

"My thanks for your offer, for me to sit on that would end up with me sitting on the ground admist the pieces of a ruined chair"

He motioned towards a sturdy bench close to the door, on which a man has passed out, with his mug of ale perched on his chest

"I'll be over there, where the furniture is safe from my obvious charms"

Benjamin looked at the man seated and frowned, he could swear he have seen the man or his type around somewhere, he finally removed his helmet, revealing his white blond hair, pale blue eyes, scarred face and strangely untouched nose, a scar on his left mouth corner seems to make him appear permanently angry.

"Good to make your acquaintance Constance"

With that he turned and walked over to the bench, he sat down and stretched out his back, then looked at the man passed out next to him

"Greetings friend, quite a nice establishment wouldn't you agree?"

Benjamin grinned as there was no answer but snoring

 

[DormantEvil]

((Brains has had to leave this RP, however I am still on the lookout for many more people to join us.))

 

[silvastormcloud]

Name: Abrielle Regis
Role: Bard
Age: 22
Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

“Good luck my girl,” said the tavern owner.

With a practiced eye Abrielle looked over the gathered crowed and judged that although grouping they were still not yet ready to leave. There was nobody there that she was acquainted with either which was of no surprise to the girl considering she was new to this part of the world. But friendship would come, of that she was sure.

Hooking her arm through that of the tavern owners Abrielle steered him back to the bar. “Don’t sound so sad, my friend. I’m not leaving just yet and I think I should put at least a little of what you have given me back into your establishment.”

Tapping a coin on the polished bar top to get the attention of the serving man Abrielle ordered two mugs of honey mead. The tavern owner looked nervous as they waited. He was watching the new patrons with his eagle for trouble makers which considering they were part of the Adventure Company most were. Especially the one in the tight leather pants leaning against the wall.

“Checking out your fellows…” the tavern owner elbowed her with a smile.

Abrielle blushed and immediately took a long sip of her mead as it arrived. “It takes more that a nice posterior to get my attention thank you.” Well most of the time she thought to herself.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Constance Rion
Role: Hunter
Age: 25

Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

Her attempt at gaining the musicians attention seemed to have been passed over, so instead Constance placed the coin back in her purse for another time. Later, if in a situation where she could, she would return to reward the girl. But for now she felt that waiting would be wiser than going over and disturbing her drink. She deserved it.

...

The door to the inn opened roughly and everyone went silent. Five big fellows carrying empty bags entered the tavern. Moving over to the bar without saying a word, they held out the bags and each of the envelopes filled in so far were added to it. Then each of the big men left, leaving behind a man of smaller stature in comparison. This man went up onto the stage and cleared his throat several times, his voice carried well to show strong speaking skills.

"Listen here!" he commanded, clapping his hands a few times as well to get through to the drunks.

"Tomorrow morning at first light, everyone who has filled in their forms will be required to meet at the Northern Gates of town. Those who are late will be left behind and your contracts terminated. Be ready to carry yourselves through frozen mountains, it will be two weeks before we reach them, but when we do most of you who haven't prepared will die. So do not underestimate the chill. Travel will be slow, as we will have wagons with us."

Stepping down from the stage, he dusted off his jacket before heading for the door. Exiting onto the street and away to some warm office to study the papers. Many would be heaped into the 'useless' pile, but they needed scouts and trackers, fighters and healers to lead the group and keep it as safe as possible. He had spotted a few, but hoped there would be more. His Boss cared not for these little things, he only wanted the gold.
...

The speech had been rather prompt, and Constance listened silently. She had all the supplies she would need, minus a room for the night. Her horses stabled and gear stowed away. Turning to look at the Ranger, before sweeping her eyes over to the Church Knight she nodded to both before picking her mug to drink from it again. Making this her last one.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Name: Zerathul Duskfang
Role: Ranger
Age: 27
Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

Zerathul listened quietly as the man talked. He took little heed to the man's warning. He had dealt with worse weather before. He nodded back at Constance. He wasn't sure where he would stay the night. Most likely outside the fort. He did not enjoy being around this many people. He would probably walk on his own while with the Adventure Company.

His eyes scanned the room, listening to conversations as Constance reached for her drink. It might be her last. Zerathul heard several whispers about the cold and the long journey. Travel was no problem to him, and neither was the cold. He looked over at the knight, who was apparently enjoying his own joke with a drunk. He shrugged internally and then looked back at the table.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Benjamin Grimstom

Name: Benjamin Grimstom
Role: Church Knight
Age: 28

Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

After the man had left Benjamin got to his feet with a grunt, it was time to put his funds to use, he had all he needed apart from food for the journey. Tucking his helmet under one arm, he strode out of the tavern


Name: Benjamin Grimstom
Role: Church Knight
Age: 28

Location: Store - Fort Ridge

"I guess that because you're a knight you think you can just do as ye please hey?"

Benjamin turned to face the short, thin man whose face immediately reminded him of a weasel

"You know boss, for a small man you have a big heart, why don't you take my place and I'll take yours...of course the weapons and gold stays with me"

With a victorious grin the small man stepped up to fill the space between Benjamin and the counter, the shopkeeper gave the smaller man a hard stare

"Well Grinhd since you are taking sir Grimstom's place, you will have to pay for his supplies...ten gold pieces"

Grinhd puffed himself up

"I will do no such thing"

Benjamin laid his heavy gauntlet encased hand on Grinhd shoulder, a hand that covered Grindh's whole shoulder

"As a Church Knight I will inform you that when taking another's place you are responsible for that person's debts as well"

Grindh made a hard swallow and looked nervously around

"I...I think I'll take my place"

The store manager grunted

"And while you're there stay there"

Benjamin took out the gold coins and handed them to the store manager, who weighed them and nodded his approval

"Your supplies will be loaded and delivered shortly sir knight"

Benjamin nodded his own approval

"Thank you kind sir"

Benjamin left the store and strode over to the Golden Fleece Inn, where he had rented a room. It was time to clean and oil his equipment

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Constance Rion
Role: Hunter
Age: 25

Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

Taking her leave, Constance bid those who she had spoken to goodnight before heading upstairs. Climbing the stairway she looked back over the crowd before disappearing down a hallway. Her room was relatively nice and looked out over the street below, and as she closed the door behind her and dropped her belt and sword on a chair beside the bed she took a stroll out and stretched her back. Looking up at the mountains they would soon journey too. There was an odd glow resonating from the hills tonight, it cast a dark aura over the region. Very few men walked the streets below, and the last of the lamps were lit. Most shops were closed, except for the general goods store.

Taking a deep breath of the somewhat clear country air, Constance headed back inside. Leaving the balcony doors agar for the breeze to circulate through the stuffy bedroom. Placing her bow against the wall, she stripped down into her bare necessities and washed up in a large bowl. Cold water not a problem for her.

She wouldn't sleep for a few hours yet, and even then it would be a relatively uneasy sleep. One that helped her stay alert out in the forests. Laying down on the bed, resting on the covers the softness was foreign after so many months away from a town. Constance knew she should go bath to wash off the dirt and grime, but for now she just wanted to rest up. In the morning, truthfully she enjoyed the feeling of a nice layer of dirt on her skin.

 

[TimberRattler]

Name: Nikolai Von Tartakov
Age: 35
Role: Mercenary/Soldier

Location: Tavern-Fort Ridge


Nikolai was in a mood. His horse had been killed out from under him two days past and he had to walk the rest of the way to Fort Ridge. He hoped the walk had been worth it. Albar was, in his mind, about the worse place he could ended up. There was little work to be found and what he did find paid only enough to keep himself fed, his horse seen to (well no need for that now), his blades sharp, and his armor oiled. Not nearly enough to book passage to better climes. He spat in disgust. If only he could return to Krasnovia. Perish the thought, the Zupan had ensured that would never happen. He was had been just about to give in and resort to banditry when he'd found hiring notice for the Adventure Company. Word was they were going North in search of treasure. Seeing an opportunity he wasted no time in making for Fort Ridge to offer his services. It was dark when he arrived and he cursed the wolves who'd killed his horse. He'd already returned the favor, but just the same he'd kill them again if he could. The night wasn't shaping up to be much better. First he'd wandered into the Rusty Horse looking for directions to the Glass Bowl. The place had turned out to be a favorite haunt for the local garrison. Of course there had been a brawl. While it had reinvigorated him after his travels it still hadn't produced the necessary information. He finally found the tavern he sought. A hush fell across the room as he came through the door. As looked around everyone avoided his gaze. He had long since grown use to it though it still bothered him. He dropped his pack in front of the bar.

"I vould like a draft and to speak to a reprezeentitiwe of the Adwenture Kompany."

The bartender refused to look him in the eye and pretended he hadn't heard. Was nothing ever easy in this cursed country? He grabbed the man by his shirt front.

"You hear me now, yes?"

The man still wouldn't look at him but nodded. Nikolai slapped down some coin.

"Goot, beer and information,...now"

The barkeeper pointed to list on the wall and turned to the taps when he was released. Nikolai snatched the list from the wall. Good this brightened his mood considerably. He cleared his throat and spoke.

"I am Nikolai Von Tartakov of Krasnovia. I seek to offer my sword to the Adwenture Kompany. Are eeny of these indiwiduals present? Konsteence Reeon? Zeeranthul Dooskfang? Beenjameen Greemstom?"

 

[silvastormcloud]

Name: Abrielle Regis
Role: Bard
Age: 22
Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge



Abrielle relaxed her muscles with a contented sigh as she slipped underneath the warm water of her bath. She ran her hands through her long blonde hair to undo the tight plat that had held her hair in place that day. This was something she would miss she mused, looking back over the speech earlier that evening and thinking of the cold and hungry trek the company had before them.

It wouldn’t be the first such journey Abrielle had been apart of and until somebody discovered a better form of travel then horseback she didn’t think it would be her last. At least they weren’t going south to the wasteland.

With another sigh the bard stretched her petite legs out to the limit of the wooden bath, rubbing her toes along the rough lip. She would have to pack soon. That was something Abrielle was good at because as they say practice makes perfect. The Glass Bowl had been kind to her but there was always another tavern around the corner.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Name: Zerathul Duskfang
Role: Ranger
Age: 27
Location: Tavern - Fort Ridge

Zerathul glanced over at Constance as she stood. She bade him and a few others goodnight.

"Rest well." he said to her.

It was a rare sentence he offered to very few. He stood shortly after she left the room and went to the door. He looked to a man at the bar when he head his name, albeit in a very odd accent, and then ignored him. He did not seek to engage in any sort of conversation with this man. Let him speak to the knight. Regardless, the bartender pointed at Zerathul standing by the door.

Zerathul opened the door and stepped out. Constance was looking out over a balcony. He looked up at her before heading for the northern gates of town where his small camp was.

Location: Fort Ridge - Northern Outskirts

Zerathul took a seat on a log near the small fire he had built. When he arrived at his camp first, he noticed a wolf sitting near his supplies, eating the leftovers he had left out from his brief dinner. The wolf looked up at him, and he down at the wolf. He nodded at the wolf and set about to making the fire. They sat by the fire and enjoyed each other's company well into the night.