comming of dark days

[Khadgar]

okay, this is the actual story thread for the "medieval quest" that turned into an OOC, so this will be the real sorty. newcommers are still welcome, and OOC's are okay, but this one will be where it actually happens.



okay, first, wlel say this, this is historcal, in saying there are no modern things here, this actually is old times. sorry people, no magical guns. take a multi fire crosbow or something. but other than that, it's fantasy. the place is an island. i know too many people base things on scorland, but the highlands just seems really good for this setting. this does not mean it's scotland, this is a different world, but think of that type of land.

we will need hero's and evil people. i'm not sure weither there will be one evil overlord or what. lets look at how many people reply and what demand there is for evil.

races: be imaginative! humans, elves, dwarves, trolls, gnomes, orcs, (the classics) the magi (mage) scorcerors, the lot. witches, megic is ppresent (of course) but if you want to use something else, some kind of humanoid cat, i'm perfectly okay with it.


BASIC RULE: if you are good, a hero or besicly not bad. do not fall to this common though, good is beter than evil. it is NOT. evil can be much more powerful. hitting a creature of darkness with an instument of light does not automaticly kill it. more likely it will laugh and slaughter you.

this one is the biggest rule there is, NO RHINO HIDING for those of you who don't know what rhino hiding is, if you take an arrow through the eye, or get gutted. you are DEAD not "pulls the arrow out and sticks it into the orc's throat" doesn't mean your gone, this is a different world. go to a healer, get resurected. but if you rhino hide, you'll be ignored. thats no fun. also, you do not control other people, do what you do, but they can always counter. don't kill them for them. (if that made sence)

classical evil charechters, like orcs. do not have to be. remember that. evil stikes many hearts.

thats all!


setting: small village on the coast of an island. most people here seem happy and tranquil. there are almost no fights, but a dark cloud has approached overhead. at first the villagers cheery optomistic nature was lighthearted, there were many jokes about how the crops would be plentiful with this shower. the cloud did pass, and they did get alot of rain, but one night, during a downpour, the clouds crashed a deep blue hue, and the star of the village chapel exploded. a few days later a booming cough was heard over from across the forrest. the villagers looked worried, but as always optomistic. the third night after the coughing started, the trees at the east end of the village cracked appart, and out stepped a mouth with two legs and arms. it looked like a sand coloured wedge, it's top a wide mouth, spears of teeth jutting out at off angles. the farmers looked at it curiously, but when it trampled down a wall of a nearby farn and lifted it's head back out, a lifeless body filled with holes hanging from a clawed hand. the farmers managed to subdue it, and cast it off the cliff with many many losses. but ever since then, they have built a makeshift wall around the village, hoping their sent prayers would be answered soon. for what did they know about fighting? there had never been one fight in the village. the daemon had been the first. the constantly looked to the forrests and to the seas. hoping for travelers to aid them, perhaps someone who had recieved their call of distress?....

 

[Khadgar]

Balinor Ohms

IC:
Balinor Ohms

Sex: Male

Race: Wood Elf

Type: Mage

Age: 134 (keepping with blazes life span idea) roughly 29 human reconing

Eye's: Dark brown, with green streaks in them

Hair: Also dark brown.

Height: 6'3

Weight: 220 pounds

Build: Mammoth. huge chested, muscled, but not heavily.

Reigion: Arctic. in the northern mountains (explains his build, not a classical elf)

Weapons: keeps a Long Claymore strapped to his back along with a quiver, a bow is slung along his back. is an elf, so is a fairly good shot with the bow, would be an excelent shot, but his studies into magic took away that time.

Magic: is a Mage. trained in several techniques. elementals, and constructive. high level of magic.

 

[BlazeofLife]

Kylan Dhaemon

Race: Elf
Age: 97 (roughly equal to 21 for a human)
Eyes: Grey (shift color with his mood, usually from green to blue)
Hair: Gold with red highlights, black tips
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 165 lbs
Build: slim, wiry, somewhat athletic, very agile
Weapon: Favors twin Katals, proficcient with a bow, know just enough about using a sword to avoid cutting off his own limbs
Magical Abilties: Minor spells and cantrips (e.g. stuff like lighting a campfire and making light, not lightning bolts or fireballs)
Class: Multi:- thief-warrior-mage (listed in order of proficiency, mainly a thief, has warrior skills, few spells but has ability to eventually learn them so he kind of counts as a mage too)

 

[Maid of Marvels]

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Th_F93L.jpg

Name: Kaleigh
Race: Human
Age: 18
Height: 5'3
Weight: 110 lb
Appearance: Petite, red hair and green eyes
Weapon: Carries a bodice knife and is quite proficient with it... (Can you say take your cut throat off my knife?)
Magic: She may have some degree of magical ability, but it is largely untested at this point.
Bio: Kaleigh learned all that she knows at the knee of her grandmother who was both healer and herbalist. Kaleigh CAN, however, speak with spirits and is in constant company with some who guard over her.
She may be young in years, but her youth is belied when one looks into the depths of her eyes... for she is an old soul.

(Will add more as we go... ~M)

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Two I shall have! One dark, one good.

BAD:
Name: Skorn Bloodsbane
Race: Maya(Tolkien readers, think Sauron or evil Melian)
Weapon: Giant Executioner's sword; Mace.
Armor: Full plate armor, very scary.
Appearance: Very handsome. Powerful build. 8'4".
Skills: A distinguished swordsman, he is Champion. Also, as he is Maya, is very proficient in magic. Note that he appreciates many things that are beautiful.

GOOD:
Name: Sor'kle Zaul
Race: Onuvar(my own race. Think combination of man and elf)
Weapon: Claymore
Armor: Leather jerkin
Appearance: Handsome. Large build, but not giant. 6'4"
Skills: As his name means sword of light, he is a great swordsman, but his magic skills are more than somewhat rusty.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Sedusa
Really, really old, uses death magic to keep herself young.

Bio: She's very vain. Very. Sorceress and a Feminazi, not to be confused with a feminist. She's a shapeshifter and her power comes from bloodmagicks. She just lost a big war with an Adept over in Merovia, so she's pissy, too. Had to relocate. She's used to getting what she wants.

Appearance: Gorgeous. Tall, voluptuous, black hair, blue eyes, perfect skin.

Magic: She's an old adept, she doesn't know her exact age, so she puts it at 29. She's incredibly powerful, but her power comes from death or spilled blood. She stores it in a node that's fed by ley lines that deathmagics pervert. The nodes and ley lines destroy the land around it slowly, turning it as evil and warped as she is.

Weapon: ???

 

[Khadgar]

welcome morgoth. like big people huh? lol

 

[faust]

Name: Syrus G'tavan
Race: Human
Class: Warrior Brute
Age: 35
Height: 6'5
Weight: 190 lb
Appearance: Average build, brown eyes, coal-black hair, bronze weatherbeaten skin.
Weapon: Well-worn double edged war axe, a foot-long dagger that hangs at his belt.
Magic: No magic profficiency whatsoever.
Bio: Doesn't remember anything from his childhood. His first memories are that of fighting for his life. Never having learned diplomacy, he's blunt and to-the-point, to the point of being rude. Spends his time traveling the world. Loves a good challenge. Having heard of the island's troubles, he will gladly take up the villagers' cause for a few pieces of gold.

 

[BlazeofLife]

Damn, if I try to pick that big guy's pocket, someone just slit my throat. It would probably hurt less. Seriously, I probably couldn't even reach Morgoth's evil character's pocket, and I don't even want to think about being caught in the act...

 

[Khadgar]

no kidding

he's a big guy.

 

[BlazeofLife]

Indeed. That's a bit of an understatement

 

[Guest]

dreams

Balinor woke with a start, in his dream he had seen a lush town, broken and laid to waste, the screams of children echoed in his ears. what was this? he though. he drew back the sheets of his bed and looked around his home. it was as it always was. small rarely used kitchen of to the side, his bed, made custom, as he was bigger than most elves. this he had often wondered, the northern wood elves had become tall and thick becuase of the cold they lived in. but in the summer the forrests greag green. he had been bigger than all the elves around, the only one who came close to his size was the village blacksmith, muscels rippling under his lose clothing.

Balinor pulled on his dark green corded pants and his thick blue shirt.Oover that he threw on his hardened leather armor, and his slings of plating covering a stripe along his chest and abdomen snaking around his back, made of some strange lven material found in the mountain caves. Next came the arm bands and leggings made of the same strange material. It shimmered a dark blue hue when hit right by the light. he had a helm, but did not wear it often, only when it was needed. he shoved spare clothes and some of his small belongings into a pack, and then went to the wall, where he carefully removed his Claymore. it was a long brutish sword. heavy, so that any cut would go deep, but worked well with someone of good strength. he straped that and his elven long bow on his back, under the pack. and slung a quiver of arrows over his shoulder, then walked to the doorway, instead of climbing down the tree he lived in, he ran across a beanch and hopped from tree to tree comming down level by level untill he came to the ground in front of the bakery.

 

[Guest]

dreams

OOC: sorry people, finger slipped and acidentally sent that one previously.

IC:
Balinor woke with a start, in his dream he had seen a lush town, broken and laid to waste, the screams of children echoed in his ears. what was this? he though. he drew back the sheets of his bed and looked around his home. it was as it always was. small rarely used kitchen of to the side, his bed, made custom, as he was bigger than most elves. this he had often wondered, the northern wood elves had become tall and thick becuase of the cold they lived in. but in the summer the forrests greag green. he had been bigger than all the elves around, the only one who came close to his size was the village blacksmith, muscels rippling under his lose clothing.

Balinor pulled on his dark green corded pants and his thick blue shirt.Oover that he threw on his hardened leather armor, and his slings of plating covering a stripe along his chest and abdomen snaking around his back, made of some strange lven material found in the mountain caves. Next came the arm bands and leggings made of the same strange material. It shimmered a dark blue hue when hit right by the light. he had a helm, but did not wear it often, only when it was needed. he shoved spare clothes and some of his small belongings into a pack, and then went to the wall, where he carefully removed his Claymore. it was a long brutish sword. heavy, so that any cut would go deep, but worked well with someone of good strength. he straped that and his elven long bow on his back, under the pack. and slung a quiver of arrows over his shoulder, then walked to the doorway, instead of climbing down the tree he lived in, he ran across a beanch and hopped from tree to tree comming down level by level untill he came to the ground in front of the bakery.

the woman there smiled at him, knowing that he did not cook often and constantly came to get food, she had even cooked for him once or twice, he did the same, though the experience was less than enjoyable. he took some bread and meat and took off again, this time in the direction of the village mystic.

the mystic looked up from his trance and stared into Balinor Ohms eyes, he took on a knowing look "you come to me in search of a quest, yet shouldn't your magics tell you where you can find it?"

Balinor wasn't sure what to say, he WAS a mage, but looking into ones own mind was often difficult. "the mind of ones self is clouded by our own thoughs, looking into another, clear of those thoughs it more useful."

"mmm as you wish it. i see your journey taking you far,
across the ocean, i trust the land. earth, she will guide you."

Balinor bowed slightly and walked out the temple, and headed for the docks. he bidded those who were on the way farewell. when he came to those docks he found a small boat that he had made a few years ago. he got in and cast off, at first the going was slow, but he swirled his hand in the watter behind the boat and with a simple spell churned the water and sped off into the depths of the blue ocean....

 

[Khadgar]

thats me

thats me those who don't know. donno why it said i was unregistered

 

[BlazeofLife]

OOC:

Looks good soa far, Khadgar, keep it up. I'll jump in soon, I'm waiting for an appropriate opening, but if it hasn't appeared by tonight, I'll just make one.
Til then

 

[BlazeofLife]

Nevermind that last post, I'll come in now, cause i thought of an opening.

 

[Khadgar]

continuation

as Balinor traveled the oceans he reached into his pack laying in front of him and donned his heavy deep blue cload, covering him in shadows. it was his favourite piece of clothing. the sweeping folds of the cloak folded him like a secret. Balior continued down the waters untill he saw the outline of shore in the distance. he smiled. this is it he though. now i can find out what i'm be dreaming about for the past week. but when he came close enought to see the shore clearly it wasn't a slewn burn waste, iun fact this wasn't even the same place. he looked at it in wonder untill he noriced a small trail of smoke comming from a section of the hills farther up.

he landed the boat and stepped off, walking towards the fire, he soon found himself walking through rolling hills. when he came over the crest of one particularly large hill he found the source of the fire. it was a town. from the design of the buildings they seemed to be elven, but he couldn't be sure. he walked forward and noticed the feathures of elven people, but quite as hard or rugged as minself, but definatly elven people. the elves usually had few visitors, and even a visit form a fellow elf was seen with caution. people strayed to the side and whispers followed him wherever he went. seen he came to a tavern, and noticing his dry mouth decided to stop in for a drink. he opened the doors and looked inside there were several people here, the most noticable was one fellow with the oddest coloured hair, changind from yallow to red and finally black, his slight frame extended an arm and absentmindedly twireled a hand dagger commonly refered to as a katal. he staed at this odd person for a few seconds and then sat down on a chair.

"what can i get you? some ale?"

Balinor smiled. a mage never drinks. it coulds the mind alters the world around you. it is only one of the restrictions someone as deeply into magic as he must undergo. at least in the wood elf belief. he found that the non alchoholic drinks in this place were few and far between, he soon sighed "nothing? oh well.... just give me some water then if you don't mind"

the barkeep frowned deeply and mumbled something about a waste of his time and handed his a mug of water. sipping it slowly he turned his attention back to the members of the bar, the seemed the normal drunks you would find in any bar in the middle of the afternoon, but his eyes kept drifting to this strange person in the corner. from within the shadows of his cload he brooded what this tribe might be like, to have someone dressed as that man was....

 

[Khadgar]

typo

damnit, i'm going to be checking over these before i send them, cload isn't a word it's cloak

 

[BlazeofLife]

Kylan Dhaemon

A peal of thunder crashed in the distance, and with a start, Kylan's left hand flinched. His heart sank. Normally, a flinch wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing, but when yours currently resides in somone elses pocket, firmly clenched around their coin purse.... He swallowed nervously, and stole a glance upward, his gaze following his victim's movements. Just in time; he was barely able to dodge the meaty fist swinging toward his head. Lunging abruptly backwards, he stumbled, and fell sprawling to the cobblestones.
"Thief! You miserable little runt, gimme that back!"
Scurrying back, Kylan evaded the huge man's grasping hands, feinting to the right and then diving around the man's left side when he predictably shifted to the right. Twisting his wrist, he felt the katar slip into his hand from its hidden sheath in his sleeve. With one fluid motion, his hand snapped toward his opponents back, dropping at the last instant to sever the nearly invisible belt hidden beneath his grubby tunic. With a smile, he melted back into the crowd that surrounded them, watching just long enough to see the man scrambling to gather up the spilled contents of his belt pouch that Kylan had scattered.
Kylan chuckled to himself. He'd picked a good mark, this time. The fool had been flashing his gold all day, displaying his wealth openly. He deserved to be relieved of some of it. Tossing the purse casually into the air, he caught it mostly by reflex as his gaze was caught by movement at the end of the square. Soldiers, and they were searching for someone. He shrugged. His petty crime wasn't worth their time. And they'd never connected him to any of the larger incidents that he'd been involved in. Turning, he was about to walk away, when he was brought up short by the sight of a familiar figure walking behind the soldiers. His stomach suddenly felt like a leaden ball. Looking more closely now, he could see the royal emblems emblazoned across the cloak his former victim now wore. "Great," he thought. "Prince Feldrik's been slumming it again, and i'm the lucky bastard that decides to rob him. No wonder he was so cocky with his money, that should have told me something right there, but noooo, I just think he's an easy mark. Stupid!"
Glancing behind once more, he saw the prince point to him, gesturing eagerly to a guardsman. With a curse, Kylan began to run, using his slim build to help him weave through the milling crowd. Even with persuit so close behind, he wasn't able to entirely suppress his thieves instincts, and by the time he came to an open roadway his beltpouch was noticeably heavier.
Stealing a glance behind as he ran, he saw that the soldiers were beginning to close the gap, and in the distance, he could see the outlines of mounted riders making their way down the street. Light from the torches lining the street glinted off their armor, and with a muffled curse Kylan increased his speed. Ahead, he could see the wharf not far away, and beyond that, a ship was just beginning its departure. Deciding that a trip aboard ship would be preferable to staying in a small town that had suddenly grown uncomfortable, he sprinted toward the ship.
Sprinting, he soon came up alongside the vessel, sprang, and used his momentum to swing aboard with the aid of a hanging laniard.
Smiling at the approaching captain, he began pulling coins from his purse, he continued until the man's scowl began to disappear, and then doubled the amount. Handing it to him, Kylan wiped the sweat from his brow, and turned to follow as the captain led him to a cabin below the deck. Stopping at the doorway, he began to close the portal, but paused.
"Captain, might you tell me where we're bound for?", he asked, his curiosity piqued.
"A small, remote island. I'm told there's been a rash of attacks there, and mysterious happenings, so we'll only be stopping to pick up supplies. After that, we're bound for Netheir."
Frowning, Kylan thought of what little he knew of Netheir. A large city, far to the south, Netheir was known to be very intolerant of other races than human. He would have difficulty masking his illicit activites, in a city like that. No, far better to take his chances in a smaller town.
"I will depart at the island, captain. I have no wish to visit Netheir."
"As you wish"

 

[BlazeofLife]

OOC:

Thanks for the opening, Khadgar, worked out pretty well actually, my part works as background and leadup to yours.

 

[BlazeofLife]

Kylan

Glancing up from where he sat, Kylan watched as the giant elf strode into the bar. His every movement bespoke a sense of confidence, but his weapons and attire, though well made and fitted, were not oppulent enough to hold the thief's attention for long. The only thing that looked to be worth his interest was the glint that peeked out from his leather plating. Looking closer, Kylan caught the unmistakable sheen of elven mithril.
"hmm. There's more to this one than meets the eye," he thought.
Moving his hands idly, he began twirling a katal between his fingers, stretching and limbering his fingers as he did so. His eyes followed the newcomer, and he waited expectantly, certain that something of importance was about to happen.

 

[Roughneck]

NAME: Dakota

RACE: Half breed: Human/Elf

Age: 26

HEIGHT : 6'2

WEIGHT: 190

WEAPON: Long Bow and Battle Axe

APPEARANCE: Dakota has a dark look to him, a sly smirk always upon his lips. His eyes are the color Aqua, a five O'clock shadow on his face, his hair long and dark, with an olive complexion.

MAGIC: Has no magic skill, nor has any desire to be around anyone who uses such arts.


BIO: Dakota is a half breed, Half elf, half Human. He is looked down upon by humans as a freak, and Elfs see him as impure. He has found his calling as a Mercenary, lending his skills of the bow to the highest bidder. His skill with the battle axe complements his fighting abality, enabling him to be quite a foe. His skills at tracking are unmatched, due in part to the Elfin blood that runs through his veins. He has a cold heart to the world, and is not swayed by just causes, just gold crowns.

 

[Roughneck]

Dakota


As he sat in the forest, rain pelting his cloak, a disturbed looked crossed his face. " Have been here for over a week now, and still I see no signs of strangers in the area " he thought. " Why the hell had he chosen such a job, so boreing and such a waste of his fine skills. . . but the payment was quite nice" he thought, a sly smile crossing his lips as he thought about the payment that had been given to him. " Sure some jobs may be a waste, but a man can always swallow his pride for the right price" this thought brought a small laugh from his throat. He veered his eyes back to the village, watching the farmers construct a makeshift wall around their dwellings. " What a waste of time and effort " he thought, those farmers have no Idea whats comeing, and that wall, or anything else they construct, will be nothing more then a waste of time. He pulled his cloak tighter around him, trying to stay as dry as possable, curseing the fact that it had been over a week since he felt the warmth of a fire.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Sedusa

Sedusa carefully inspected her face in the mirror for any one of those nasty little age lines. Still perfect. She admired her body for a while, it was one of her best features if she did say so herself. Alabaster, long, curvacious, not an ounce of unnecessary and unsightly fat anywhere.

By far the most difficult decision of the day was what to wear. It was also her favorite because she could justify a shopping trip for it. She just didn't have time to go shopping. There was still too much to do. Everything had transferred beautifully, well, except for those idiots in the dungeon. Who knew that dungeons couldn't transfer when the ground was of a different composition? There is a bright side in everything, the death energy they released when they'd been embedded in the granite along with everything else had been sucked into her new node.

That was today's to-do list. Cleaning up the dungeon. Her beasts had managed to catch that castle builder. Such a pesky creature he'd turned out to be. It had taken them a full fortnight for such a simply task. Smart men were such a pain. He was here finally and she could finish her dungeon today. It couldn't happen too soon either, those idiots in the courtyard never quit screaming, moaning, bellowing, clanking their chains, or defecating all over themselves. They were ruining her lovely courtyard. Miscreants.

She rushed through dressing, sending off her handmen before they got in the way. She was anxious to get the task done. She could treat herself to a long bath this afternoon to make amends for missing her morning dressing rituals.

"Aerich, send my pets out. We will need more bodies today if I'm to finish the dungeon. You know I don't like tapping my resevoirs, you should have thought of this already. Then bring the castle builder to my workroom. Make sure he's been cleaned up for me. The last one you sent to me had dirt under his fingernails. I almost couldn't bear to touch him."

Her majordomo bowed respectfully and left as silently as he stood guard over her. Aerich was a treasure. You'd never know that the gorgeous, naked man was also a dead one. Such a perfectly sculpted body. Too bad he was cold to the touch.

 

[Khadgar]

Balinor Ohms

Balinor continued staring at the man, while the thoughs about the far off village kept getting deeper and deeper, closer to his dreams? he shook his head, he would leave, he got what he came for, this isn't the vllage. but first, he'd find out who this was.

conouring up a small spell, his dark brown eyes dialated, so that no whites were left. only the iris and the pupil. with these eyes he pierced the strange elves body. he couldn't find a reason open to him as to why he looked the way he did. either there was no reason, or it was important to him, important enought to be kept locked in his mind. he didn't see mure more blackness to this man then most he knew however. growing like a small itch at the back of his mind curiosity finally gave way, the big elf was not a popular person, nor did he talk much, and this was not of his nature, but men do strange things when they become curious enough.

"barkeep, i think i WILL have that ale." he said, and the keep's eyes lit up, obviously changing his opinion of Balinor. he walked over to the table with the elf, and placed the drink down right in front of his nose. then sat down opposite him....