forgotten world

[silverwolf]

ooc: as usual i am doing a midevil magickal thread, after my long absence, and will start us out.

ic: as i walked through the woods i seemed to feel a precence about me, as if something a little more powerful and probably older was watching me.

I was 18 when this began,this hole thing with magick, i had grown up using all my physical attributes to get me through life without my parents, but then wierd things started to happen and i was shunned, that is until i found soryan and learned that i was a wizzard and a powerful one at that, but it seemed that he was not the only one looking for me.the king at the time, an evil godforsaken man who thrived on the misery of others, had heard a prophecy and seemed to think that i was the one from the prophecy.after his men killed soryan i was sent to the dungion and there waited until i was able to escap vowing to get revenge and tuning my magick abilities to what they are now.for i was named sorian after the white wizard of old. and so here i am

ooc: feel free to post midevil so no guns but any mythical creature works.

name sorian
age 31
eyes brown
hair white
race half elf half human
occupation wandering wizard.

 

[chewbacca71]

Preface: I am new to this so bear with me

Ic: I watched the half-elf from the cover of the tall redwoods along the side of the path. I had been following him ever since I had seen his display of magic that he used to free himself from the foul kings dungeon. I was no longer happy being a guard in the dungeon, being unhappy with the jokes from the other guards about my slow wits. I was too close to killing one of them with my bare hands or maybe more than that, so it was time to leave. I do not want to reveal THAT side of my personality that comes over me in extreme anger. The king would want to know where that large bear in his dungeon had come from. I dare not stay any longer and I felt that maybe this powerful wizard may be able to help me find a way to control my transformation. I will follow this wizard till I get the courage to approach him for help.

Character Description:

Name: Perrin Di Thon
Race: Human
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 270 Lbs
Weapons: Two Handed Double Bladed Axe, Claymore, Assorted Daggers
Armor: Plate Metal
Abilities: When angered , transforms to a 8 ft tall Kodiak bear.
Unable at this point to control the transformation.
Tongues: Common, Able to communicate with bears in both forms
Hair: Raven Black, long braid in the back
Eyes: Pale Ice Blue
Job: Anything prone to physical violence
Age: 24

 

[silverwolf]

sorian

ooc: i really like the charam, if that is beginner then i commend you i didnt come close to that with my first or beggining chara's.anywho this plot is going to be full of surprises,unlike my other ones except maybe forgotten realms which i will have to bring back, anywho anyone is welcome feel free to be good, evil, or run two or three chara i want this to be quite an interesting story.

ic: still feeling as if i am being watched but now it feels as if by two sets of eyes.'this could be interesting,' i thought as i walked alog reaching into my robe to a kitana.leaving my hand on i could see the town of baremore ahead so i quickened my pace.

 

[chewbacca71]

Perrin:

OOC: Thank you , I will do the best that I can. You will see misspellings unders Perrin's voice due to his slow wits (NOT MINE LOL)

IC: Perrin decides that this is the time to try and talk to the half-elf before he enters the town. Once in the town, it would be impossible to have a private conversation with the wizard. *Jumps out in front of the Wizard* *Has his double bladed ax in his hands * "Stop, Wizard, I would like to talk wif you . I have seen your power and offer my services as a Bodyguard in exchange for your help. What says You ?" *Stands with his feet apart , balancing on the balls of his feet with his ax crossed over his chest*

 

[silverwolf]

sorian

having drawn my kitana i take a defensive pose,"what would make me want to help you after you surprise me" i asked as i lowered my blade ever so slightly

 

[chewbacca71]

IC: Thinks of an answer for the question to which he has been presented. Two minutes pass. Finally an idea vaguely runs through his mind. "As a wizard, there are times that you arent able to defend yurself when casting spells. I have hired out as a merc befere I knowed how this works. I can defend your back at these times. My name is Perrin by the way." *slides his axe in the holder behind his back* *Holds out his right hand to Sorian*

 

[Lady_Siren]

OOC: I'm in if you'll have me

Name: Illynya
Hair: Honey Colored
Eyes: Ice Blue
Build: Slender yet strong
Height: 5'9
INFO: Illynya is a flirtatious carfree woman. She travels town to town n search of adventure and intrigue. She draws alot of attention everywhere she goes with her delicate features and full lips but she gnores it all and continues on. She is skilled in
hand to hand combat and though she seems careless she has a loyal heart & a kind soul. She grew up with elves and knows some healing, Also she is able to speak with animals sense peoples emotions but thats as far as her magical powers go.

IC: Illynya jumped from tree to tree humming softly as she went. She was about to climb down when she heard a murmer of voices. Curious as usual she moved in closer only to find what looked like a wizard and a warrior talking. Deciding not to show herself yet she crouched low to listen.

 

[silverwolf]

sorian

ooc: By the way ppl this is most likely going to be weekend thread unless one of you would like to keep it going during the week. i would really like this to have more than my nomal plot in it but i would need help and who better than lady siren and chewbacca.

ic: "Well i have been able to take care of myself, but i might need help with other things, i guess you can come alo,,,," i stopped as i seemed to sense yet another precense yet this one seemed to be a bit more intriging and harder to follow. 'am i popular today or something' i thought as i sheathed my blade and took his hand.
"well we must be going" then a little louder " for there are eyes in the woods." i said with a smile.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Illynya jerked upright at the wizards comment. Did he sense her? Her elven abilities usually hid her from the view of others and her stealth was uncontested and yet he sensed her? Her curiosity rose another ten notches and she decided to follow. I'll be more carful she thought to herself as she moved quietly following close but not to close to the two. She felt a giggle rise in her throat and escape her lips. Damn it she thought, she hated it when that happened. She clamped her lips shut and prayed he didn't hear that. So what if her did? he could still sense her, she was better off turning away but something about him drew her to him. Something more then mere curiosity...but what?

 

[silverwolf]

sorian

as i walked along beside perrin, i thought i heard a giggle but dismissed it to my normal perranoya.as we entered town we headed for the local bar."perrin, if you would like you can come with me to the bar or get a 3 rooms," as i saw the puzzeled look on his face i decided to explain." we may have a person for company or atleast i hope." i said as we walked into the bar."infact i think i will just get the rooms." i said as i payed for the rooms and 2 mugs of mead.Handing perrin one we sat at one of the tables and watched and listened.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Illynya stopped outside the bar hesitating. Then shrugged she entered pretending not to even notice the wizard. Her walk was light and she carried an air of carelessness around her. One drunk came up and put his arm around her "Hey young thing" he said his voice slurring as he spoke. She looked at him an eyebrow raised in question. "Hows about yous and mes go upstairsh?" he asked his eyes glittering. She sighed softly and removed his arm "I don't think that will be happening any time soon" she started to walk away but she heard him draw his sword. "I said lesh go to my room!" he said his eyes flashing in anger. When she rolled her eyes he gave an angry shout and charged at her "YOU STUPID BITCH! WHAT I"M NOT GOOD ENOUGH?" she shook her head "What a temper you have" she stepped aside easily and before he could turn around she thumped him hard on the back of his head. He collapsed in a heap moaning softly. "Drunks are lousy fighters" she murmered then stepped over him careful not to touch him and sat down at the bar.

 

[chewbacca71]

Using his bear like senses, Perrin also smelled another presence in the forest, but could not identify it. He also heard the giggle, but could not figure out why a forest would giggle at him. "I must be hungry and my tummy rumbles". Perrin follows Sorian to the inn. He takes the beer from Sorian and quickly drinks it down. He has decided to not drink like normal since he is not sure of the situation that he has placed himself. He orders another beer and is slowly drinking it when he sees the tall blonde women enter the bar. His concentration shifts to watch the beautiful women.

 

[silverwolf]

sorian

she entered the room as light footed as any elf evr could and she seemed to float for miles.her hair eyes,though not very visible from the distance, mesmerized me with some hypnotic power.snapping out of it i notice how light hearted she is and yet how she kept her wits about her as she easily took care of a worthless drunk.'hmmmmm she couldbe useful' i thought to myself.Then remembering the preccence in the forest it seemed to click but not to where i was possitive she was the one that was following me,for yet there was that overpowering, pressence that is still around me.finishing my ale i have the bartender send the women a mug aswell as getting me one saying" ask her if she would like to join us".

 

[chewbacca71]

Seeing how well the woman took care of the drunk, Perrin is instantly aware that this woman is not what she seems. He hears Sorian tell the bartender to give her a mug and to join us. Perrin gets up out of his barstool, standing to the side and slightly in front of Sorian, to keep a better eye on the woman and also to help protect the elf as he has promised. Loosens his axe in his holder , preparing for possible trouble.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Illynya looked at the wizard who had asked her to join him. Letting her curiousity overrun her good sense she walked over confidently. Her gaze rested on the warrior a moment appreciating his good looks before turning to the wizard "You wanted to meet me? I"m Illynya.. who are you?" she asked unaware of her disrespect she smiled a charming smile.

 

[chewbacca71]

ooc: i hope you dont mind if i add another character to the thread, maybe this will liven it up and get some other posters involved. Also hope I dont screw up the direction of the thread too much. If i do let me know

Looking beyond the newly met Illynya, Perrin sees a small shadow taking something from her pouch. The glint of steel catches his eyes, and he rapidly pushes Illynya to the side and grabs the shadow. "A kender in this rough of a bar?" He raises the small man up to eye level with the simple expediency of flexing a mighty bicep. "What do you think you were doing with the ladies dagger? Give it back to her immediately or else..."

Perrin is very suprised to see a kender , a race not known for being able to hold there own - in such a rough setting. The wee folk normally are seen in groups for protection. This one is a particularly short member of the race, barely topping 4 feet. They are mostly known as a race of innocent thieves who are unaware of what they are doing, they are only helping themselves to others possesions to KEEP THEM SAFE. Perrin waits for an answer from the kender.

 

[chewbacca71]

ooc: This is an introduction of a new character, I thought a thief with a sense of humor may be a good addition.

"Why, Sir, would you accuse me of such a heinous act?? I am very offended. I saw this dagger laying on the floor and was placing it back in this ladies pouch so that it will not be lost. There are a lot of people out in the world who would have stolen this from the lady. I would have told her she had dropped it , but I did not want to embarrass her. Now , can you please put me down, I dont like heights. "

Perrin watches the kender give the dagger to Illynya and decides to put the kender back down on the floor. He keeps a firm grip on the kenders shoulder to see what Sorian wants him to do with the kender.

"My name is Revlin Lighthands, I am a traveling ...umm....merchant... yeah. merchant.. who specializes in rare exotic trade items. Such as this gold and platinum ring that I have here......"

 

[chewbacca71]

Perrin grabs the small hand of the kender in his large rough palm and squeezes it brutally. "Let me see this ring , NOW. That sounds like my manhood initiation ring. "

Revlin pulls the ring out of his pack with his free hand. "I remember getting this ring recently, so I dont have a lot of money invested in it , you take it"

Growling in rage, Perrin swips the ring from the kenders hand. He stuffs it back in his pouch. "You are lucky that you found this so quickly or it may have cost you your life" Heedless of the brittle bones in the hand, Perrin gives one more harsh squeeze before releasing the kenders hand.

"Hey, you big hairy brute , you broke my hand . You are lucky that I found this on the ground outside this inn. If it wasnt for me you would have lost this ring forever. And this is the thanks that I get?"

 

[Guest]

Thurstor

The huge man sailed across the room at the inn. He crashed through the door and into the hallway. Thurstor was close behind him. Bending his huge frame over to get through the door. The whore who had been keeping Thurstor company remained on the bed, naked and screaming. She couldn't beleive what was happening. The big man hit the wall and suck to the floor but quickly started to rise to his feet. Thurstor didn't hesitate. Without a moments hesitation, Thurstor raises his huge hand and backhands the man upside the head. The man tumbles to the side and slides along the wooden floor sailing into the bar itself.

Thurstor keeps himself bent over and moves forward toward the man. When he reaches the saloon area he stretches himself to his full ten foot hieght, raises his arms over his head showing his bulging muscles and screams, bringing the bar to silence as the huge man who had interrupted his session with the whore, cowers on the floor. "I pay!" Thurstor roared. "leave me alone!"

The man begins pushing himself backwards still sitting on his ass. "Yes, you did. I was mistaken!" the man yelled. The man was huge but next to Thurstor, the man was a dwarf.

"Good!" Thurstor hollered. "We friends" Thurstor reaches out a hand, offering to help the man up. The man jumps quickly to his feet and runs out of the bar. Thurstor stares after him, confused by the man's reaction.

Thurstor shakes his large head and goes to the bar. "Keep!" he hollers trying to get the bartenders attention. "Ale!" Thurstor looks around and notices everyone's staring. He shrugs, turns back to the bar and picks up the huge mug of ale the barkeep sets in front of him.

OOC:
Name Thurstor
Age: 42 years old.
Race: Half Giant
Hair: red Eyes: Green
Hieght: ten feet tall. Wieght: 600 pound

Description: Thurstor stands just about 10 foot tall and wieghs in at just under 600 pounds. He has long red hair and a red beard both hang to his belt and are braided to keep it out of his eyes. He is HUGE! He is heavily muscled and not real bright. He was never accepted by the giant community. He has basically raised himself. He is very loyal to those who are his friends, often becoming overbearing and is easily manipulated and controlled.

Weapons: Thurstor usually uses his massive hands or fists for weapons. But does carry a Two handed sword that was built for a human. He uses it with one hand.

 

[DRxBlue]

Got any seats left at this table?

ooc:i've never tried playing a role before, but this looks like fun. i'd like to introduce another character, if you don't mind. For the moment he'll be just an observer.

ic:Sitting in the darkest corner of the taproom of "Ye Oaken Keg", Starkynde sat watching the activities of the other customers. He put up a shield to cushion his overactive senses as Thurstor the Half Giant roared.

His main interest was the young wizard who had walked in a short while ago. His power sent a vibration through the ether which Starkynde had been sensing for over an hour now.

The lad (for 31 is very young among Wizard kind) was obviously unschooled, but had a huge amount of untapped potential.

There was something about him that reminded Starkynde of Sorian the Elder. Starkynde and Sorian had both been apprenticed to Exandor back when they were very young. The two had been like brothers through the arduous training in the Magick Arts.

Exandor had killed Sorian more than 80 years ago, because his power had become a real threat to the old teacher. Exandor had embraced the Darkness after that and set up a series of puppet "Kings" to rule and exploit the land and the people.

Content for now to merely observe, Starkynde took another sip of the Lyvian brandy in his glass, to which he had added some herbal extracts of his own to expand the horizon of his Otherworldly vision.

Time enough later to explore the young man's power and find out about the troup of fellow travelers he had collected.

name: Starkynde of the Blue Realm
age: 117
eyes: variable, depending on mood
hair: black, to the middle of the back; Van Dyke beard with chin length moustaches tending to droop limply
race: ½ human ½ elf
powers: Master of the Otherworld; power in this world, crippled by Exandor's magic yet capable of many things

Often poses as a Bard or Minstrel, speaks 31 languages, plays all instruments, power of hypnotic voice

 

[Arc da Rat]

Trilla

OOC: this is my 1st post so I'll try to keep it short.

As the large human runs out the door, a mysterious cloaked figure walks in before the taverns doors closes. It walks up to the bar & a low raspy voice eminates from the cowl. "Bar Keep, a hot meal & stien of honey mead." A silver gauntlet comes out fliping 2 gold pieces into the Bartenders hand. "Oh, & also a room for the night." A small bag of coins follows the gold.

The figured turns around surveying the patrions. A wizard, warrior & thier female companion share a table. The Kender sulks near by nursing his hand. A man w/ giant's blood runing in his veins, stands at the far end of the bar, tossing down a flagon of ale. It also catches a glimpse of a minstrel sitting in the shadows.

Satisfied that all is well, the figure makes it way over to the hearth, skirting around the drunken sot picking himself off the floor. The drunk grabs & shakes the figure as he yells. "YOU BITCH! YOU HIT ME!!"

This dislodges the cowl of the cloak revealing a female figure in elven chain mail. "By the Silver Dragon, I bid you sleep." After saying this, the drunk fall to the floor snoring. Then stepping over his body, Trilla sits at closest table near the fire. She pulls down the mail coiffure revealing long silvery hair & elven features. Her meal & drink is placed before her minutes after she sits. After saying a blessing digs into the simple but hardy meal.

Name: Trilla
Age: undetermind
Race: Elven
Profession: Cleric of the Silver Dragon
Eyes: violet
Hair: silver blond
Built: Willowly & Agile
Height: 5'5"

Armor & Weapons:
Elven Chain Mail w/ silver plate gauntlets
spikehead mace

Background:
Trilla was an orphan raised in the Temple of the Silver Dragon. Other than her magical healing ability, she is also trained in herbal lore & can cast spells of protection & shielding. Her only flaw is that she never deal the killing blow to the enemy.

 

[chewbacca71]

ooc: oops can not believe that I forgot to post Revlins Character Information, still hung over from St Patricks Day LOL

Name : Revlin Lighthand
Race: Kender
Height: 4'2"
Weight: 78 Lbs
Weapon: Forked stick with a sling on forked end,
sharp metal capped tip on other end
Armor: Leather with fingerless leather gloves
Abilities: All normal thieving abilities, hiding, climbing,
lock picking, backstab, stealth,
Tongues: Common, Kenderese, some Dwarfish
Hair: Jet black, long , with a topknot
Eyes: Green with blue speckles
Job: Professed merchant, actual thief of many years
Age: 32

Background Information: Revlin is a highly skilled thief, but always finds trouble due to his lack of actually thinking before doing or saying things. Also has a strange ability called a Taunt. This ability is used to insult an opponent enough to drive them into a mindless killing rage, therefore giving Revlin a chance to escape, or outthink them.

 

[chewbacca71]

Revlin sees the cloaked figure cast a spell and the drunk fall into a deep sleep. Well, he thinks to himself, maybe this person is more than what they appear. She at least seem to have some money , which can always come in handy. Revlin walks over to the elven female , offers out his right hand for her to shake. "Why hello young lady. My name is Revlin, may I sit with you? All the other people in this Inn are scant company for an honest man such as myself. By the way, did you see the ears on that red haired tree over there? You could sail around the world in those with a company of 10. "
Revlin , realizing that his hand still hurt, offers his left hand instead for the elf maid to shake. "Sorry about that , I have recently hurt my hand in a grand battle, would you like to hear the story ?"

 

[Guest]

Watch the Elf bounce on the ground

Thurstor tossed back the entire mug of ale and ordered up another. "Nother!" He yells at the barkeep.

"Don't forget you're working. You can spend your meal break with the whore if you want. But your meal break is over now idiot! You don't drink while you're working. Now, go toss that Elf out on her pointed ear. I don't allow magiks in my establishment."

"'Kay Master Rodge." Thurstor said, giving in to the orders hesitantly. He turned to find the little female elf being joined by a Kender. Niether one would be a problem, as long as they didn't use their magiks. Thurstor walks over to the small elf and waits for the two people at the table to turn to him. "Scuse me Miss." He starts nicely. "'Fraid ah have ta ask ya ta leave. Please don' cause no trouble. The master don' approve A magiks in his 'stablishment."

OOC: Thrustor is the bouncer. For now!

 

[DRxBlue]

Starkynde

ic:Starkynde approaches the barkeep.

"I say, are you the owner of this place? I like the brandy, I'll have another,please."

"Aye, This is my place." the man scowled, "I try to keep the customers happy, the food hot, and the beds full"

He leered and winked at the whore who was just coming into the bar.

"Well then I can understand your attitude toward those you call 'magicks'." Raising his voice so that Trilla and Revlin could hear. "I've always found them to be the most interesting people.

Do you know the innkeeper from Farland Village?"

"Aye," the barkeep grinned, "Good man. Many's the time we've toured his wineceller when I'm in that town. Why?"

"I have a letter from him here."

As the barkeep read, Starkynde smiled at Trilla, she nodded to him, acknowledging his regard, then picking up her things to leave as Thurstor hulked over her.

"Says here you filled his place three nights running, just playing yer music." he eyed the minstrel shrewdly, "What've ye got in mind?"

"Let me play for two nights, for room and board, I'll pass the hat for my wages, you fill the cups for yours."

"Aww roit!" the barkeep grinned, "It's a deal! Old Henry speaks of ye highly. 'At's his writin' too, I know it. Here's the brandy you wanted, on me, to seal the deal."

"Wonderful!" Starkynde laughed, then tapping Trilla on the shoulder as she passed on her way to the door he asked her. "Excuse me, mistress.That ear ring--are you a member of the Silver Dragon Order?"

She nods, pausing as he goes on, speaking to the barkeep, "I realize how much trouble 'magicks' can be, sir, but the Order of the Silver Dragon is a Holy protective order. In spite of her armour and powers, she would be the last to cause trouble."

"Well...I don't.."

"The thing is that I'm working on a song concerning the Order, if I might ask a personal favor, could she stay if she kept to her room? She's already paid for the night."

"Ohh..I guess so. As you say she'd probably be more likely to stop a fight than start one. As long as the customers don't see her, people are so suspicious that her kind is bad for business"

"Oh very good, is that acceptable to you, mistress?"

She nodded again with a hint of a smile, Thurstor seemed a bit relieved.

"And may I call for you at your room later to ask you some questions about the Temple?"

Again she nodded, then shook out her hair with a laugh, "That would be fine, I thank you sir. Give me some time to unload my horse, and get out of this abominable armor."

"Very good!" then tasting the brandy said again, "Very good! I thank you sir. I heard your name is Alf?"

Trilla steps out to unload her horse, Thurstor back to the corner of the bar, Revlin scuttled back to the table with Sorian unnoticed.


ooc:hope i didn't take too many liberties, but i'm a sucker for a girl in uniform.