Conan: The battles of the bed

[Necromencer2]

First, a few guidelines. This is the start of a story about Conan the Barbarian, a theif in the darkages. Heis though, a good guy. He is calledby some to be a young giant and is very strong and a goodfighter.
To the point though. He is craved for by woman, hated by his enimies and feared by by his foes in combat.




CONAN THE BARBARIAN

Thud! A dark shape landed hard on the brothel roof. Conan glanced around to see if anyof theguards had noticed his arrival, but none of them turned around. Moving like a cat on a scent, he sneaked up behind one of the two guards and in a flash had snapped his neck while in the same instant he threw a knife sidearm into the face of the other guard. They were big men, and they wouldhave put up a hard fight. "Damn", said Conan to himself,"For a bloody brothel, this place is guarded like it was thepalace of the bloody gods"! He quickly silenced himself and, with expert accuracy, flung a rope and grappling hook into a window a few feet below. Swinging in he stared at the sight that met his eyes...

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: hey, is there any magic in this? I'm not exactly a regular Conan watcher(I've never even heard of the bastard)

 

[Necromencer2]

Morgoth:An answer to your question. Yes there is magic, but the main character does not use magic, although you may create a character who does use magic

Also, this is my first story so no "rookie" bullshit.

 

[Necromencer2]

Balvarius, the owner of the brothel is being ridden by one of the whores. Coming up behind them, Conan quickly knocks them both out. Sneaking out the door, he heads down the hall and through the door at the end of the hall. He slips into the treasury and looks at his prize. It is a golden chalice, sparkling with gems of rare quility. Conan snatches it up and runs out the door, smiling at his new-found valuable.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Hey, we were all rookies once.

IC: Jarric the fire-mage walked through the inn, disgusted at the place. He walked out of the in and smashed into a warrior-thievish looking man. "Hey, who are you?" asked Jarric.

 

[Necromencer2]

OCC: Thanks man. I feel a little better now....

IC: Shouting a curse as the chalice rolled down the street, Conan glanced at the man who had bumbed into him." Damn you fool! Why don't you watch where your bloody going or the last thing you will feel is my steel in your gut!" Quickly gathering up the chalice, Conan madly dashed up the street as alarm bells started to ring from inside the brothel. There was something...odd about the man and Conan did not really like the aura that seemed to drift off him. Picking uphis pace, he dashed into the night, thinking about the 100 pieces of gold he would recieve for his prize... The starnge man watched him go until he was out of sight.

OCC: by the way, the monatary system goes like this

10 coppers=1silver. 10 silvers=1gold piece. 10 gold pieces=1 gold noble

 

[Morgoth]

Jarric looked in surprise at the fleeing man.

 

[Necromencer2]

OCC: Morgoth, from wht I have read of your work, that was a pretty pathetic reply.

IC: The next day Conan sat at a table in The Dancing Wench, a bar and pleasure establishment that had pretty decent rooms, girls and drinks. " You look happy Conan. Your "trade" actually becoming profitable?", sneered Bavor, the owner. " Your money bag knows it Bavor", Conan said smiling. Chuckling to himself, Bavor refilled Conan's glass and headed over to serve someone else. Watching Bavor's back, Conan wondered about the man. At 61, Bavor was a semi-honest owner of a bar and brothel where people went to have their needs of rest, wine and woman satisfied. He was somewhat of a friend, though Conan would not put his back to him now that Bavor knew he was rolling in coin. Sighing, he put his pack back on and walked out. The streets of the district known as "The Desert" were widely said to be a place where your money went quickly because of the large number of taverns and whorehouses. The city of Ilien was a large trade center in Pianda, the 2nd largest kingdom on Anuire, Isle of Beauty. Conan had arrived here only a month ago and already he was well known amoung the cities theives guides and imperial guards. Conan walked up the street, wanting to find a place of peace and quiet so he could think about what to do next. Because of the largeness of his theft, he was now a wanted man and would probably be exucuted if found. He would have to leave Ilien and go to Madina, a smaller city to the north. Going over lastnights events, Conan could not helpthinking about that strange man...

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Yeah, I know. But I had a friend over, and needed to write quickly.

IC: Jarric woke up with a start and reached for his staff. He wiped his forehead. What the gods told him wasn't good. He would have to find some kind of companion. All the gods said was it had to be a warrior-thief. Then, he would have to travel far west, into the lands of the Sun and desert. He would know what to do once he got there, or so they said. He shrugged and got up. After attending to his needs, he walked to the bar, some kind of pleasure establishment. As Jarric walked in, he noticed that some of the people scowled at the powerful young mage. Jarric had no fear and walked to an empty table, where he sat, pondering the dream from the gods. "Your strongest beer!" he called out to the barkeep, who delivered it quickly. Jarric shook his head at the mistrust and ignorance of these people of magery. The laws of the fire mage prevented Jarric from doing anything to these people unless they hurt him.

 

[Necromencer2]

The unexpected...

When Conan returned to The Dancing Wench to buy some supplies and get his horse, he noticed that everone was scowling at a quiet young man sitting at an empty table. Thinking him to just be some kind of tax official, Conan continued into the room. When he walked by him, he got a look at his face and gasped. It was that starnge man he had bumped into the night he stole Balvarius's chalice! He quickly hid his surprise and sat down next to the man. " Small world, huh fool", he said threatoningly. The man looked up in surprise.

 

[Morgoth]

"Excuse me, but do I know you?" asked Jarric in surprise.

 

[Necromencer2]

"You should definatly know me, you clumsy AND forgetful fool", said Conan. Gripping the man's wrist, Conan stared into the man's eyes," Did you tell anyone I stole Balvarius's chalice, speak quietly now!".

 

[Morgoth]

Jarric grew angry now. He smiled to himself as he realized that the man had hurt him by grabbing him. He would only warn him at first. But did he say steal? Maybe this was the man he was looking for. Jarric threw off the hand. "You are a thief? Are you a warrior as well?" asked Jarric eagerly.

 

[Necromencer2]

"Yes", he replied warily. This was very awkward..

 

[Morgoth]

"Oh, thank the gods", muttered Jarric, looking up at the cieling. "I am Jarric, a fire-mage of the order", said Jarric, extending his hand over the table.

 

[Madyson]

OOC: ::chuckles as she continually finds herself diving head first into the online Role Playing areas::

Need a woman in this one boys?

Char: Mylena, a dancing girl and serving wench. Very naive to the ways of the world, and men despite her occupation. She wants nothing more than to be rid of this place once and for all, and to be free of the slavery that has entrapped her. She will buy her freedom at any cost.

::struggles to remain a "polite virgin poster" and not butt in unless otherwise instructed::

 

[Isolde]

Valonia

OOC: I used to watch Conan (went out of my way to watch him) LOL. I would like to join also. Valonia, warrior woman, long blonde/brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Loves adventure and often puts her sword up for hire.

IC: I walked into the establishment. Didnt they have a bar that was not combined with a whorehouse in this city? The answer, of course, was no because it was too much a loss of revenue. I shook my head as I sat down at a table, signaled the waitress for a drink of strong ale and looked about the tavern.

My eye and curiosity was caught by a rather large man and a smaller man who were obviously not happy with each other. This may be and interesting day after all. Turning my chair so that my back was to the wall but I could still keep an eye on the two, I sat back to await my drink and see what would happen.

[Edited by Isolde on 02-17-2001 at 01:57 PM]

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Actually, Jarric has thrown off Conan's arm.

"The gods have contacted me", said Jarric, "they have a prophecy of evil in the west. They say I and a warrior-thief must go west. There is much treasure there for the person who stops the evil". jarric noted the glint in Conan's eye at the word treasure.

 

[Isolde]

OOC: Sorry....edited my post

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Thank you

 

[Moonlight_33]

ooc: i apolagise for my poor spelling guys. i hope my part fits and enhances the story.

Lila watched everone who came and went from the with great interest. the oricle had lead her here, giving her only clues to the reason, but it had never lead her wrong before so she saw no reason to question it now. She kept the cowl of her dark woolen cloaked pulled low over her face, not wanting to be recognised as being a woman, and certinly not wanting her itentity to be discovered. She was well known for her ability with a sword, and her strength in battle, but little was known about her other powers, and her father would never aprove of her leaving the compound to sit in an establishmen such as this one, not for any reason. But she had to know what the oricle had insisted she see, so she watched. Four people stood out from all others...she watched.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Wonderful, Moonlight. Just waiting for Necromancer to post.

 

[Necromencer2]

OCC: Sorry I took so long

IC: "Treasure, you say mage?", said Conan. Although he was not greedy, he had ways dreamed of having enough weath to settle down comfortably. Extending his hand, he gripped the mages hand and shook it. " I will help you mage, but I better not come home empty handed or you will die a painful death", Conan murmered with an almost smile. Suddenly, he noticed that although most of the bars patrons had looked away, about 2(?) people were still watching them. One was a woman who looked to be able to handle herself in a fight. The other was cloaked, though the outlined figure under it was vaguely womanish. "When do we leave?", Conan asked the mage.

 

[Isolde]

Valonia

I watched the men as they seemed to settle down and even shook hands. I dont know why I continued to watch them instead of those around me, it wasnt very good policy for a warrior to do. Especially one who had made enemies in her life but I couldnt seem to take my eyes from them...it was as if I was drawn to them.

Maybe it was because the large man was pretty good looking? Who was I kidding? He was very handsome and the woman in me knew it. But I got the feeling that that wasnt it. Well, I had patience and I would wait this one out. I was determined to know why I should be so drawn to two men I had never before seen in my life.

 

[Necromencer2]

OCC: That last post has many good windows of oppertunity, but lets wait for Morgoth to reply before taking it any furthor, k?