Arcane

[Chronicler]

OOC: Hey all you late night surfers, this is Doctor Lurve blasting out more funky, frightening, freaky, fantastic, and just goddamn juicy threads. Ahem. Sorry, that's what happens when you roleplay for too long...

Alright. Ideas people, that's what we need, and that's what I've got. I was thinking of this Conan-type thread, where a group of adventurers try to break into something-something temple of the something-something priest to steal the something-something artifact. But it's got heavy duty protection, not just your normal troops and armed thugs. Think Indiana Jones crossed with the Score. So weary traveller, are you ready to embark on an adventure? (In other words just post your character and some basic info)

 

[Moneytalks]

Yay Yay Can I Join?

Name: Vixen D)
Age: (She would NEVER tell you, but appears to be in her mid to late 20's)
Height: 5'4"
Build: Slender, toned, curvy in the right places.
Eyes: Intense Deep Blue
Hair: Redish Dark Brown and very long, usually pulled back in a plait.
Weapon of Choice: Knives, throwing and hand held... she holds several about her person.
Other attributes: Can be seductive when she needs to be. What she lacks in physical strength she makes up for in speed and agility. She's very well trained in hand to hand combat and a style of fighting which uses the opponent's strength against him. She has been known to make a living as a thief, but she's never been caught, so it's only accusations to date. [lol].

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: Well I can never turn down an Indiana Jones style quest..and for this..


Name:René Delacroix
Class:Outlaw
Age: THats none of your damn business and I'll thank you to stay out of my personal affairs.
Height: Six foot Eight
Build: Lean and Mean, Long lanky arms, lanky legs, all muscled just enough to look good.
Eyes:Otherworldly Grey
Haireep Ravenblack, Usually in a Ponytail
Weapon of Choice: Daggerblades, Three and a half foot long, six inch Wide blades held upsidedown like Theives Daggers, Razor sharp and pretty effective. Also proficiant with a bow and arrow
Other Attributes: He is not very well known, he is a mysterious fellow, some people have called him a Fallen Ranger, Disgraced from his calling by not protecting those who needed it most. He has exceptional speed and decent strength...He tends to be overemotional at sometimes and stone cold at others...He has some limited hand to hand combat skills and is an Master Gambler...

 

[Chronicler]

Red Keor

Name: Red Keor
Age: 24
Appearance: Lithe but muscular, Red stands at about six foot four. His long rugge black hair is tinged with gold. He has brown eyes that flash red occasionally (think Gambit from the X-Men). His weapons of choice are two hand-blades that fit perfectly around his fist. Knuckledusters with an edge...

 

[Chronicler]

Red Keor

Name: Red Keor
Age: 24
Appearance: Lithe but muscular, Red stands at about six foot four. His long rugge black hair is tinged with gold. He has brown eyes that flash red occasionally (think Gambit from the X-Men). His weapons of choice are two hand-blades that fit perfectly around his fist. Knuckledusters with an edge...

Damn it! The bastards wouldn't let me in because of my blades, and no way was I gonna leave them in the care two rock trolls...
"C'mon guys. Gadrula and I are old pals...kind of," I pleaded. The trolls looked unsympathetic. But then again, they always did, they were bouncers at Gadrula Be'Hashka's private brothel.
I considered this for a minute. Were brothels meant to have bouncers? I had never needed to visit one before so I didn't know, and now they didn't want let me in...and it was business!
"Let him in Kroll, Argon"
A beautiful woman had stepped out of the building. It was obvious that she wasn't a whore. The trolls stepped aside.
"Thank you Miss...,"

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Can I join as well?

Name: Leslie Korr

Class: Barbarian

Descrip: Big muscular guy, completely bald, missing teeth. He is heavily scarred from years of hunting. He wears weathered leather armor and boots, with a simple cloth headband and leather wristbands. He was somewhat of a nomad, living in caves, wrestling with bears. When he uses a weapon, he prefers a heavey broad sword.
Though incredibly strong he's quite brash and not as indestructable as he thinks, often injuring himself. He also likes his alchol, making him somewhat of a liability when he's drunk.

He also hates when people call him Leslie. He goes by the name of Korr, often getting into fights when people unknowingly call him Leslie.

 

[delite]

ooc can I join in please?

NAME; Sirroco
Age;19
Height 5'1
Build; (she says she's curvaceous)
Eyes; dark brown
Hair; short and raven black
Weapon of choice;Good with a bow. also carries two deceptively small light daggers,
Other attributes: Not physically strong, hates being called dumpy.
Has a foul temper is habitually forgetful, and is unusually clumbsy (she did carry a fencing sabre but had to get rid of it as she kept tripping over it also got thrown out of ballet classes because she reminded the teacher of a baby elephant) Often found cheating money out of men in Taverns, Her cute smile and womanly charms convice them that she's going to take them to heaven her dagger convinces them that they don't want to go quite so soon.

 

[delite]

Sirroco had been watching the man from the shadows. She often hung about here, It was good spot for releaving men of thier money,when they didn't get in to the brothal as most didn't.
she had been surveying this bloke, with that very same idea, but was in a way relieved when it appeared he was going to get in.He looked like he might just be alittle more dangerous than your usual run of the mill blokey.
Sirroco was just about to slink of still staring at the man ( he was worth looking at), when she stumbled over some one laying on the ground, Pitching her forward and into the glow from the open door way of the brothel.
Sirroco sat up and looked at what she had tripped over, a drunken Barbarian sleeping it of in the alley, standing up she aimed a swift kick in the barbarians direction" you turd on the arsehole of the great ape that bred you" she snapped as she kicked out.

 

[PmTick]

Korr sat at the bar with an array of travlers swiging back beer after beer after beer, talking about his many adventures. "I....tell you one time I was sleeping in me cave....when a huge fucking bear.....a bear....with teeth and claws appeared out of no where." A short dwarfish man sat listening intently to Korr's drunken ramblings. "My god man what did you do?" "Well...*burp* ...scuse me. Well I picked the bastard up by it's neck and tossed it around a bit. Now that bear is me best friend, I named him Ben." A boyish grin formed on Korr's face, revealing his teeth or more accuratley gums. The dwarf was astonished by his tale, "That's really something." He turned to the bartender and casually said, "Bar keep, get my new friend Leslie here a beer." The entire bar went silent, everyone's attention was now focused on the bar as Korr began to turn red with anger. "What the hell did you say little man?" Veins were protruding from Korr's neck as the dwarf began to sweat, "I said...get my friend Leslie a beer..." Korr picked the man up and brought him outside. He got as far as the door before punting the dwarf like a football, out into the darkness of the night. "No one calls me Leslie you little bastard!! You got off easy this time, consider yourself warned!" Leslie casually walked over to the bar and guzzled down his free beer, forgetting what has just occured.

 

[delite]

Sirroco could tell it wasn't going to be her night, The blokey in the brothel door way was staring at her, firstly she tripps over a Barbarian and now what appeared to be a flying Dwarf had just missed landing on her.
"you alright" Sirroco asked the rather limp bundle on the floor,
"yeah" replied the bundled as it sorted its self out and straightened up to reveal a rather battered Dwarf " that fuck face Leslie Korr kicked me out the tavern"
Sirroco was now doing her best not to laugh, "why?" she asked,
"I don't know" moaned the Dwarf "I only offered to buy him another drink."
Sirroco took one last look at the bloke in the brothel door way and turned her attention back to the dwarf, she wasn't going to make any money around here now.
"come on then lets go and have a word with this Leslie blokey, it was a bloke, wasn't it ?" she asked the Dwarf
"Yeah he sure is and a big one at that , and he's had a few" the Dwarf replied.
An greedy look flashed across her face men with a few beers in them were easily parted from thier money.

Sirroco and the Dwarf reentered the tavern that the Dwarf had left not so long ago. Thier entrance seemed to pass unnoticed.
"Which one is he then" Sirroco asked
"That big bastared sat at the bar" replied the dwarf pointing towards a large very ugly Barbarian.
Sirroco walked to wards the bar a smile on her face and tapped the large barbarian on the shoulder "excuse me , is your name Leslie?" she asked still smiling, in her other hand out of sight she held her dagger ready he wasn't going to use her like a rugby player kicking for goal at Wembley.

 

[PmTick]

Korr looked over at the woman with the dwarf. He got up from his chair and smiled at the woman, revealing the checkboard pattern that occupied his mouth. "Please miss, call me Korr. Can I get you a drink or smash a dwarf for you?" Korr made sure he flexed his biceps a little as he swallowed another beer.

 

[delite]

Sirroco smiled and looked up at the barbarian, she just about reached his chest height,
" I'll have a drink with you and my friend will have one as well seeing as how you are offering"
she said nodding towards the Dwarf.
Sirroco had done a quick appraisal of the barbarian and decided that just a couple more beers and he'd be hers for the plucking.
The Dwarf looked less than convinced about Korr buying him a drink and was backing towards the door
"no it's ok I..I ...I don't want a drink ..the err Mrs'll kill me if I'm late ....best be off" and left hurridly.
Sirroco laughed out loud "that'll be just one drink for me and one for you then "
"So my Handsome"Sirroco had never seen an uglier bloke but money was tight " I haven't seen you around here before" sirroco gave Korr a wonderful view of her full chest and wondered how long before she could get him outside relieve him of his money and be on her way.
sirroco put her hand on Korrs knee,smiled at him and said how about you and me go and get better aquainted.

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Hey is everyone else starting soon?

Korr smiled as he took a final swig of beer. "I would like this but first I must repay my debt." Korr got up and raised his hands in the air as everyone in the crowd started to cheer. A sleezy gentlemen stepped forward, a"Alright everyone place ya bets!! Korr vs Another grizzly bear. Odds are in favor of the bear since Korrs been drinking since his last match!." Korr cracked his neck and stepped outside doing the thing he does best, wrestling bears.

 

[Roughneck]

NAME: Jake Beige

CLASS: Pirate/Thief

HEIGHT: 6-1

WEIGHT: 215 PDS

BUILD: Broad Shoulders and chested. In very good physical shape.

EYES: Aqua Blue
HAIR: Dirty Blond
AGE: 32


BIO : Jake is your round of the mill pirate, stealing, cheating and killing his way through life. Jake is also a renowned Mercenary and Thief, killing for nobels, as well as stealing from them. Jakes weapon of choice is the Hally, and his skill with it is un matched. Jake is also an adept Mace fighter, and has been known to be quite a tracker. Jake has cold eyes that show no feeling or emotion, witch fits in with his whole general attitude. He is quite handsome, giving off a rough but gental look, but underneath he is no more then a cold blooded killer.

 

[Roughneck]

JAKE


Jake had just steped insied the tavern when he heard, "Alright, everyone place your bets." This caught Jakes attention right away, being for the fact he was a beting man himself. As me made his way through the sea of men, he heard the crowd yell with excitement. Jake taped a man on the shoulder to ask what the betting was on. The man pointed at a barbarian looking man. "That be Korr, he be fighting a bear." the man stated. Jake was amused, not so much as to the bet. . . but as to the women that was seated next to Korr. She had caught Jakes attention the moment the man pointed in that direction. Jake could tell she was no good, a women like that spelled trouble, and thats the type Jake loved.

Jake made his way through the crowd, eventualy coming up behind the women. He stared at her for awhile, takeing in her movements and bueaty, a small grin crossed his face as evil thoughts crossed his mind. Jake came up behind her, placeing his mouth to her ear he whispered, "surely things cant be that bad, that a women of your bueaty be seen with the likes of him" Jake took a few steps back, leaning against the post, waiting to see her response.

 

[poohlive]

Contra sighed. He leaned his dark cloaked figure against the side of a building with an almost rustic display. This town displeased him, everything about it smelled afoul. Not much to save when everyone is so intent on sinning.
The great Goddess of the forest herself couldn't purge the stench of evil in this air. It would be out of pity if he destroyed the whole town. No, there was something here. Something he was waiting for.
A ranger's dreams are as good as visions. Once given the gift from the forest goddess, he is able to see and determine where his skills are needed next. That had led him here, to a seedy town next to the ocean. Shaking off the cold from his shoulders, he decided to at least take a look around.
Not much to see.
A house of prostitution, a couple of bars, some shops of various items, even a blacksmith. Nothing of a form of government. Probably one of the King's troops stopping by from time to time, probably for the prostitution, nothing more.
Honestly, besides drink for the local sailors and occasional lay, what did this town offer? Nothing, perhaps another place to wipe your feet.
Something was going to happen though. He had travelled east for three days. All signs pointed to this town, the starting place for a great quest.
Grabbing his pack, he thought it best to get a place at the tavern for the night. Tomorrow things would become clearer. At least, he hoped they would. For now, he was doubting even the Goddess herself. Had a mistake been made?
No, She didn't make mistakes.
Still...
Shifting the weight of his weapons on his back. A scimitar doused in black steel, a large handaxe with a polished handle, and a sharp rapier ready at a moment's notice were all bundled together in a large sheath. It was more like a second pack for his weaponry, which he didn't mind at all.
Ranger's were meant to carry large amounts on their back.
Heading towards the best looking tavern he could find, and still refraining from breathing through his nose as he entered, Contra went to find a suitable room.

 

[delite]

Sirroco

Oh shit this definately wasn't her night, Now that big bear of a Barbarian was fairly stupid and with a couple of drinks in him she could've had his money of him no problem, the blokey whispering in her ear was altogether a different kettle of fish, tough, not bad looking and sober , the last thing she needed, not a cat in hells chance of catching him off gaurd.
Sirroco turned her head and smiled at the blokey, "Hey you mind your own business and I'll mind mine!"
Mind you the barbarian did seem more interested in fighting large furry animals than in her, what the hell, she could look after herself and she could use another drink, until another likely sucker came along.
"how ever if you buy me a drink we could discuss mundain things like the weather I suppose" she said again smiling at the blokey and indicating the empty bar stool next to her.

 

[Roughneck]

JAKE


Jake was amused by her little game of hard to get, was even more amused at her sugestion he buy her a drink. He knew her type, and him being sober was not it, still he thought he'd play her game out and see what happened. Nodding in agrement Jake took the empty stool next to the women. " My names Jake Beige, and its a pleasure to meet you." With that he picked up her hand and gently kissed it. He saw the amused look in her face, but what she was thinking he could not figure out. Jake eyed the barbarian again then turned back to the women. " You must find better people them him to steal from.. . oh did I say steal?" A small grin crossed his face, and then he leaned foward, almost whispering said " I know your kind, and I know what you do, so lets cut to the chase." Jake pulled out a small bag and opened it, then lay it before the women. "Theres 20 gold peaces in there, yours for just telling me your name. . . . double that if you come upstairs and show me your body" Jake leaned back, waiting for the reply, a sly grin crossing his face.

 

[Lady_Siren]

OOC: hope it's not to late for me to join!

Lalita:

Age: Unknown
Hair: Gold with a fiery tint
Eyes: Peircing Green
Build: Slender yet strong
height: 5'9
INFO: Lalita is a mysterious woman from the northern regions
no one really knows anything about except that she is female
She wears a black cloak that hides her from the view of others.
She trusts no one except for a select few. Her choice of weapons are two metallic fans. She also dabbles in magery but no one knows of that. she travels from town to town in search of quests to take up her time.

IC: Lalita entered the tavern and glanced around surveying the occupents. There was a barbarian talking to a woman, a group of pirates in the corner and a few other people but no one two interesting. She headed to an empty seat at the bar when she noticed a cloaked figure in the tavern with a big bundle on his back. Curiously she watched him as she sat down and ordered a drink. She kept her hood up as always. She hated drawing attention to herself and her looks did that quite often. She had nothing better to do and she did have a curious nature so she sat there watching the cloaked figure as she sipped her drink.

 

[PmTick]

Korr got into what he called the "Circle of the Teddies" as a small group of men carried the caged bear to the ring. Korr cracked his knuckles in anticiapation, this was how he made his living. Korr was a bit of a circus sideshow. For food, drinks, and sex he would wrestle these beasts. The only thing he wouldn't wrestle for was money, as a barbarian he had no need for cash. Besides his mother had told him the two most important things to remeber: 1- Don't pull a female barbarain's beard 2- Money is evil.

As the beast was released from the cage, Korr snarled at the creature, formally submitting his challenge to the beast. The beast roared back, formally submitting his acceptance. Korr and the beast charged toward each other, racing to the middle of the circle. Korr wrapped his massive arms around the beast as its claws dug into his back. Pain shot through Korr's body like an electrical current going through a wire as he squeezed the bear's torso harder,making bones crack and muscles tear. The bear responded by sinking her teeth into Korr's neck. Korr released the bear and yelled in pain as he fell backwards, landing on the ground. The bear spent no time pouncing on top of him, pinning his shoulders to the ground with her massive paws and clamping her jaw down on Korr's neck even harder.

Korr brought his feet against the bear's chest and pushed her off of him with his massive legs, an act which could not be done by an inexperienced bear wrestler. The beast flopped on her back, a little stunned by the fighter's action but countinued to charge her opponent.

Korr wrapped his left arm around the beast's neck, preventing her from reaching her from biting him anymore. Korr then spun on top of the beast, like he was riding a horse and grabbed her snout with his right hand, holding her jaws down suffocating the beast.

The bear began to cry, tellig Korr she was finished. Korr released the beast and pet her on the head. The two warriors now had a mutual respect for each other. This was not unusual, Korr had been around animals all his life and developed a certain repore with furry animals. The bear scurried back into the woods as people around him jeered, "You should have killed the beast!!" Korr yelled back, "No she quit, it's not honerable to attack someone after they have quit. If anyone has a problem with that, they can step in the circle with me." The crowd was silenced.

Korr walked into the bar, as the bartender poured him yet another free drink. He wrapped his sweaty, bleeding arm around Sirroco and poured her a drink as well. "How about that little walk now?"

 

[delite]

Sirroco

Sirroco Laughed, stuck out her hand and said
"Hello Jake I'm Sirroco and I think that entitles me to that bag, as for the rest I'm a thief not a whore, You can look but don't touch"
As she spoke Sirroco had pulled a thin dagger out of trousers and was now pressing it agaist Jakes balls, She continued to smile
"now why don't we call it quits and I'l buy the next round seeing as how I'm now quite flush"

 

[poohlive]

Contra settled to himself, looking at the cup of warm tea. He sniffed at the warm steam rising from it, peppermint, with just a hint of cinnamin. His own recipe, of course. He had gotten the hot water from the bar tender though.
With careful hands, he drank in deeply, letting the tea sooth his throat. It had been a long time since he had drinken it. A very long time.
Something about tea made this damp hell hole seem a bit better. His entire body relaxed. Travelling in the forest, he had missed the comforts of a building. Now, with the tea in his hands and the fire warming his body, everything was fine.
Without words, or even so much as a hint he spoke, "You have been staring at me for quite some time. Is it the tea? Please, come over, I'm more than willing to share."
He dropped the cloak, revealing his short curly brown hair and dark brown eyes to her. Despite the hard features though, his smile was warm and inviting. He kicked the chair on the far side of the table, motioning for her.
Kill evil this kindness. Something about her though, it looked as if she didn't belong here. Almost as if she too were out of her element. Perhaps this was one of the people he was supposed to meet.
Pouring her a cup, he took in the aroma, "I won't bite..."

 

[Roughneck]

JAKE


Jake felt the tip of the dagger, and knew that she ment what she said. Jake gave a smile, but his eys show total anger. " I see your point Sirroco, no need to take it any further. Jake eased back in his seat, and slowly reached into his pocket. He pulled out a pipe and filled it. " Dont mind if I smoke do ya?" Jake asked as he struck a match off the floor. " Im sorry if I came across to strong, I did not mean to make refrence to you as a whore." Jake paused, then continued. " I was just trying to make it easier for you to earn a little cash, besides I think your barbarian friend is not your type." With that said jake nodded in the direction of Korr as he aproached them. Jake again looked at Sirroco, a wicked grin on his face. " I think your friend might be wanting the same thing" with that said Jake laughed as Korr sat down putting his bloody arm around her. The look in her face was no pleasent and Jake laughed again as he stood up. "Good day to you" and with that he made his way over to the bar.

 

[delite]

Sirroco

shit the barbarian had sobered up fighting his big hairy friend, It would take the rest of the night to get him drunk enough to rob and Sirroco really didn't have time for that , besides she now had Jakes bag of gold plus her earlier takings, that should be enough to get by on,. Sirroco slipped from under the Barbarians arm
"To late big boy" she said smiling up at him.
Sirroco eyes passed over the occupants of the tavern, She knew that this must be the place she was supposed to meet the others, what others she wasn't sure but definately others who would form the group. Besides the barbarian there were three other people who didn't look like they were regulars and seemed some how out of place one of these was Jake, the other two were sat at a table a man and a woman.
Sirroco desided to approach them as she got the distinct feeling that jake was a little pissed off with her. Approaching the table Sirroco surveyed the occupants, the woman had an air of mystry and distrust about her, the man looked like a ranger, though they sat together sirroco got the feeling they weren't to gether,
"Hi. I'm Sirroco," Sirroco flashed the friendliest smile possible at them, no one every thought of Sirroco as a threat, she just didn't look threatening her stature made it impossible "This might seem a little strange but I think I'm here to meet you, this is going to sound really strange but I think I'm supposed to be off on some sort of quest and I kinda thought you might be a couple of the people I'm supposed to meet." Sirroco crossed her fingers and hoped she was right other wise she was gonna sound real stupid.


OOC chronicler, hasn't been around for a while do you think someone ought to deside what we are all on a quest for?

 

[Roughneck]

JAKE


Jake made his way through the crowd of men over to the bar.
Leaning against the bar Jake again serveyed the room. "just a typical backwater tavern" Jake thought. Jake took another puff off his pipe, then proceded to order a drink. From the corner of his eye Jake saw Sirroco make her way from the barbarian over to a table of two strange characters. Jake gave a small chuckle, seeing the stuned look on the barbarians face. At least he had saved the man from her, God only knows what would have happened had he found he'd been robed. Jake took a long swallow from his Ale, then again focused his attention back to Sirroco and the two strangers. He was trying to read the lips of the conversation when someone came up behind him. As jake reached for his Ale, a hand was placed on his shoulder and turned him around.

Jakes eyes widdened when he saw who it was. " Shit Laurance Keel" Jake blurted out. "Glad to see you remember me you damn filthy pirate" replied the man. Before Jake could respond the man had sluged him to the ground. As jake struggled to get back up the man kicked him in his side, sending Jake slidding across the floor. Jake rolled over and again tried to get back up. The man grabed Jake by the arm and threw him into a table, shatering the table. The man looked around the room and shouted out, " I am Laurance Keel, profesional bounty hunter, and I come to claim the bounty on Jake Beige" The man grabed Jake by the shirt and started to drag him out the door, while dragung Jake the man yelled again" If anybody gets in my way they die"

"Come now Laurance, no need to do this" said Jake as he was draged outside. " Im sure we can work something out" Jake pleaded again. "Shut up" shouted the man as he again kicked Jake in the side. This time Jake grabed the mans leg, causeing him to lose his balance and fall. Jake sprung up and dashed for his horse. " Im going to kill you Jake" shouted the man as he gave chase. As Jake reached his horse he quickly unstraped his Hally and brought it around. By this time a crowd had developed outside watching with intrest. Laurance pulled out his sword and charged Jake. Jake side steped, sticking the pole inbetween the mans legs. As Laurance fell, Jake brought his Hally around choping the mans head off before he hit the ground. Jake sank to his knee, still recovering from the blows, then looking over to the crowd Jake grined. " Some people just lose their heads over stupid things" said Jake, trying to add some humor to such a close call. As Jake stood up, he felt his legs buckle, and down he went again. Laying there on the ground Jake knew he had broken ribs and had to find a doctor. Jake crawled over to the side wall of the tavern , sitting down he leaned his back against the wall. Jake just sank his head and closed his eyes, tuneing out the crowd, Jake thought about the events that had just taken place.