Liberation of Averlorn

[Cyalume]

hey this is my first attempt at starting a rpg thread so if its crap dont be afraid to let me know.

i need companions on this quest aswell as evil buggers to hinder our every step. also required is the evil lord ________ the ________.

Name: Loern
Class: Human Warrior
Height: 6 foot 6
Build: Lithe but muscular
Age: 27
Eyes: Icy Grey eyes.
Character: loern's character is shrouded in mystery, not much of his past is known but his family was slaughtered when he was young. he carries a simple sword baring the device of a burning olive branch, which he weilds with great skill. moving from town to town he hunts the evil feinds that have plagued the Land of Averlorn for decades.

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Behold Averlorn. Picture it, smoking and razed farmland as far as the eye can see, carcasses hang at every cross road, becoming feasts for the endless flocks of black ravens, their eyeless skulls looking out over the desolation. The odd haze of light permeating the fog denotes one of the havens of life that are the towns. the darker patches of black give away the position of the mighty forests that have invaded the land.
Look now to the horizon. Lightning streaks to the ground with a wild cacophony of thunder. the bulk of a fortress is momentarily silhouetted against the night sky. this is the fortress of _______ the ________. the evil wrench who created the desolation of averlorn, his arrival was a huge vortex hat stripped the land bare of all its goodness.

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The tavern was a warm alternative to a night on the forbidding forest floor. deciding to take my chances of an encouter i strode through the doorway. as i entered the tavern the general hubbub of conversation died away to be replaced with a smothering silence. instinctively my hand went to the pommel of my sword, polished smooth through years of use. "we dont have trouble in here sire" came the crackling voice of the hostess. "i'm noones sire nor do i want trouble, just a bowl of mead to ease my mind" At my words everyone seemed to calm down and got back to their clandestine conversations. sitting down i was brought my mead, handing my gold over i had one last glance around, satisfied all was well i began to drink.

 

[geri]

OOC: Actually it looks great.

Angelica
age 23
human mage
long auburn hair
violet eyes

Angelica has been a mage for one of the nobles residing in Averlorn but was away visiting her family when the destruction struck. By the time she returned it was too late and the family along with her position were gone. She has been traveling seeking a new position but when she mentions she had been employed in Averlorn any offer is quickly taken back as it is naturally assumed a mage who survived had something to do with it's destruction.

IC: Angelica or Angel to her friends sat in the tavern and looked down at her plate with a grim look. She was running short of money and that meant going home and asking her father to take her in. Her father would do it as he was a good man who loved his family and in fact had asked her to stay once he had heard what had happened in Averlorn but her pride as well as her independance bulked at the thought.

Pushing her food away she sighed and sipped her wine. Looking up as the door opened she watched the man sit down at one of the empty tables and studied him. There was something about him that spoke to her, something that hinted that he suffered as she did. Her eyes continued to study him as he ordered his mead but she could not bring herself to talk to him. She had been rejected for so long by others and her intuition might be wrong even now and that desperate look in his eyes might be from craziness instead of grief.

 

[Cyalume]

by the way the land of averlorn is host to many ceatures so players can be anything they want

 

[Dark Warrior]

I'm in

OOC: Okay, looks pretty good.

Name: Erelnde
Class: Elven Ranger
Height: 5'9
Build: Lithe
Age: 203
Eyes: Brilliant Green
Hair: Shoulder-length blonde
Character: Erelnde once lived in a lush forest which had not seen the wars of men nor the follies of evil sorcerors. All that had changed when the world was Corrupted, and his homeland... not to mention anyone he had ever known and loved... were gone, in the blink of an eye. Left alone in the world, he became a wanderer, never staying in an area more than a couple of days, his only goal survival. He is deadly accurate with his long bow, and carries a short sword and a dagger for close encounters.

IC: Erelnde flitted from one dead tree to another in the pursuit of his prey, a lone bear. Whilst he felt an affinity to nature due to his elven blood, he knew of the Balance of Nature and knew that there the death of one bear would have little impact. The bear paused for a second, but it was a second too long, as Erelnde notched an arrow and let it fly. The bear tumbled to the ground, the arrow shaft imbedded just below its skull. Erelnde swung down from his tree, pulling out his dagger to skin the animal. As he begun his gruesome task, he felt a strange feeling, almost like the prickling of his sixth sense, and he looked up. The wind bore a strange smell, and he felt that something was drawing him...
He decided that after the meal, he would follow the wind to the east.

 

[Cyalume]

a life of being hunter and hunted had sharpened my senses to knife point and a burning sensation at the back of my mind alerted me that someone was staring. casually looking around the room, the patrons of the inn faded away into a dark mist, the room itself began to sharpen, making me aware of every little knothole. to my left i saw the spy. the only colour in this monochrome world, she stood out, a beautifull woman, the faint magical aura around her gave her away as a mage. with a blink the colour rushed back into the world. the women dimmed but remained just as glamarous. seeing my stares she looked away hurridly. having run in with mages before i decided against introducing myself, stood up and left the sanctum of life that was the inn.
outside the cold wind attacked me bitterly. freezing me to the core i drew my cloak around me and made into the night. i had not gone 10 paces when a breaking twig alerted me that i had been followed. spinning round i had already drawn my sword. flamma ex proelium, burning in the night, my sword, the sword that had been my only companion for years. the two demons in front of me gibbered at its unnatural light but moved towards me unafraid. charging forward i swung proelium at the leading beats head but it was cast aside by its own evil blade. i continued to hack at it but it consistently beat off my attacks. unbeknownst to me the other spawn of evil had circulled around me and was moving to stab me in the back.
in the empty village centre the only sound was that of swords clashing.

 

[geri]

Angelica

He was leaving and why should I care? Just another tortured soul in this dark world. But even as the thoughts came to me I got up and followed something drawing me to do so. Being a mage I had relied on intuition more than once and knew that a mage feeling a calling to do something was not unusual.

As I stepped outside I looked around getting my bearings in the darkness. A flash of movement and I had located him. More flashes of movement and the blazing of a magical sword and I could see he was in trouble. I reacted then without much more thought than the spell I was weaving.

Raising my hands I targeted the creature behind him and narrowed my vision to only my target. Uttering the flowing words of the arcane that would release my spell a bolt of lightening seemed to split the air around us and enter the demon making him dance around as a puppet does on it's master's strings before falling over and dying, the smell of burnt demon flesh now heavy in the air.

 

[Cyalume]

as i hacked at the leading daemon i sudden burst of light burst into the darkness. startled i span around. there she was. the woman from the tavern, at first i thought that she had aimed the bolt at me but on the floor was the burnt reamins of a demon. looking at her our eyes crossed paths and met. my icy grey eyes being warmed by her strange violet eyes. a sudden look of horror flashed across my face as i remebered the other demon, seeing its chance it dived on my back its black hands going for my throat. "aaaaagghhhh" with an almight twist i threw it over me against the wall were it writhed in agony. gripping my sword i rammed it into the beats thorax. black blood gushed outi torrents and soaked my blade up to the hilt. wiping the blade clean i strode towards the mage who had saved me. "whom is the Lady who i now owe my life?" i asked.

 

[geri]

Our eyes met. A moment of distraction that was ill timed as he was attacked by the demon he had been fighting. The man's skill was impressive though as he was not kept off guard for long though I looked away as the creature was speared on his sword.

I looked back as I heard him approach and question me. "I am called Angelica," I said with a slight bow of my head,"And I do not profess to be a lady. I do not claim to be anything but an out of work mage who just happened to be in the right place at the right time."

Looking at the remains of his attackers she frowned and said,"It is those such as these that has lost me my home, the employment of kind and caring people and the friends I had come to know in the few years I had spent in Averlorn."

Moving my gaze back to him I said,"And who stands before me? Obviously a skilled warrior but with many troubles that plauge him both on the outside as well as inside."

 

[precious_petal]

OOC: I would like to join if there is still room...

Name: Danahir
Class: Ranger - Warrior
Race: Elf
Height: 5´6
Eyes: green
Hair: blonde
Equipment: 2 scimitar swords and a belt of throwing darts straped along my waist.
Character: Danahir lived in the forest near the town, but then everything changed, beasts invaded the forest and her kin decided to leave. She stayed though, too proud to be defeated that easily, now she lives to prtect the town and ocasionaly enters the forest to hunt on the beasts that destroyed her home.

IC: I arrived too late, though everything apeared to be fine, the battle was over, two beasts were dead on the ground, and there was a warrion speaking to a woman... probably a mage...

I had heard the noises of a battle and made my way as quickly as possible... luckily these two were apt enough to take care of those damn creatures...

I walk towards them...

" Well meet travelers... I see you had a little trouble with a couple of beasts... "

 

[Dark Warrior]

Erelnde

Erelnde perched on a tree limb, perhaps a hundred metres from the gate which entered into the town. He spied the source of the wind which had brought him to this place; two, now dead, demons. His sensitive smell alerted him to the sickly stench of their death, but already he could see them beginning to disintegrate, as demons tend to do once defeated. Erelnde's eyes flicked to the party standing next to the bodies... two humans, one male and one female... the poor creatures, he had not seen one of the short-lived beings for some time... and an elf, a female. Erelnde's eyes narrowed, wondering why she would waste her time with humans. Never would the differences between the two races grant them the ability to blend together.
For now, Erelnde was happy to watch over the three. For now, he would watch... and he would wait.

 

[geri]

Angelica looked at the approaching stranger. "Well met, lady elf," She said politely. "Yes, two of the beasts attacked and I fear there could be more. Strange that they should enter our domain so boldly. It seems city walls and patrols do not keep them out anymore."

Turning her gaze back to the warrior she said,"If we are to continue this conversation I suggest we find somewhere more suitable and safer."

 

[White Queen]

OOC: Is this thread still going on? because I would love to join.

 

[Dark Warrior]

OOC: I guess it's still going... my character can't really do much just yet, so I was actually waiting for the others to post...

 

[geri]

OOC: I think we are waiting for our main guy.