Slaying of the Balrog (Might and Magic-esque)

[Abradix]

OOC: Abradix- 19 years old and a man of the cloth. He is quiet and strong willed. Although he hasn't had much experience his powers are great, he just has yet to harness them. He has mastered the ability to heal his comrades but has yet to learn to cause any damage to his foes. His father was a monk so he knows a bit about fighting with a staff but not enough to put up a serious fight. He is clever and therefore lets others do the fighting for him... "Work smarter, not harder" seems to be his motto.
(Any other questions feel free to ask OOC)



IC:
Abradix sits in the corner of the dim pub...His cloak wrapped tightly around himself and his staff set to his side, he studies the paper gripped tightly in his hand.

"This is quite a bounty...But theres no chance of hell that I'll find the Balrog on my own. Let alone slay him..."

Abradix scans the bar slowly, seeking out possible companions...As a practiced cleric the best he could do was heal the Balrog to death; he let the paper fall to the floor...Waiting to see if anyone seemed interested in it.

 

[Abradix]

OOC: Added some OOC info at anothers request. If any more info is needed feel free to ask here. I wanna see this show get on the road.

 

[Screech]

ooc: Grognir - 23 year-old Goblin warrior. Not exactly what you'd call an experienced adventurer, more like a practiced scavenger with raw physical power. Like most goblin warriors, he doesn't have an awful lot in the way of brain power, although he does have enough to realise that the various local goblin tribes are bound to get wiped out by adventurers, so it's better to be with them than against them. He's got only a basic set of old, rusty chain arour, cutlass, and tower shield.

 

[Abradix]

Abradix spys a shoddily clad goblin in the bar...
"He could use this bounty to get some decent armor" he said under his breath with a snort. He taps his fingers on the table, waiting for some sort of message that the goblin was up for such a venture... He took a long drink from his mug and kept an eye on the paper he left on the floor to intrest passerbys, no luck so far. But he had all night, not much of a rush...

 

[Screech]

Grognir sat at the bar, nursing his pint of Gobbo's Gut Buster. It had bee a real slow week. Not even a hint of a deacent quest to undertake for cash! Sure, there had been that one about escorting some high-born noble girl, but there was no definate reward at the end of it. Plus, the girl was twice his height. Grognir didn't trust anyone over twice his height.

Finally downing his drink, he got up to leave before spotting a piece of paper on the ground. Bending down to pick it up, someone else's foot appeared on top, stopping him from looking at it properly. "Ho, what do we have here? A little goblin with ideas obove his station, eh? Best watch what you do with that sword of yours, goblin. Might hurt yourself" The man who belonged to the foot burst out in laughter. Unfortunatly for him, it was stifled prety quick as Grognir hedbutted the man in the groin, hard.

 

[Abradix]

Abradix looked up from his thoughts and saw a scuffle breaking out in the bar between the Goblin and a much larger human. Abradix saw the goblin headbutt the man and knock him backwards... What a spunky little guy. He sprung to his feet and created a Divine Shield around the goblin and brought his staff down upon the man, pinning him to the floor. "I'd watch myself if I were you... Perhaps you should try picking on someone your own size?" Abradix's eyes stirred with a dim fire. His deity, Ivar, brought a small amount of wrath onto the man and sent him crawling away.

Abradix looked at the goblin... He didn't seem hurt and the Divine Shield recovered any wounds he may have had. "You alright?" he extended his hand... "I'm Abradix, from Kharnos. Son of Bolt and apprentice cleric at your service." he waited for the goblin to accept the greeting as he wondered how he ever managed to harm that man...

 

[Screech]

The man had scampered off when a clerical-looking man had stood up."You alright?" he extended his hand... "I'm Abradix, from Kharnos. Son of Bolt and apprentice cleric at your service."

Grognir dusted himself off and shook Abradix' hand. "Grognir is Grognir, of Gouged Eye clan. Grognir here for adventure You help Grognir?"

 

[Abradix]

"You help Grognir?" the small goblin questioned. "but of course my little green friend." He handed Grognir the piece of paper he purposely dropped on the floor and smiled. "I'm off to slay a Balrog if you'd like to join me, I'm not one for fighting but I can keep you in good health along the way... Care to give it a shot?"

 

[Screech]

Grognir looked over the piece of paper. Kill a Balrog. Sounded simple enough. And quite a large reward for doing it too! This should probably be the easiest coin he'd made in a long time! "Grognir will help kill the beast! Grognir good with blades"

 

[Abradix]

Abradix smiled... The goblin looked eager and although small, Abradix figured he would make a sufficient partner. He slid his cloak and a satchel onto his back. "Do you know how to ride a horse? If you do I'm sure I have enough gold to find you one thats rideable... Consider it a loan..." He slung the staff over his back and stepped outside. "If you don't know how to ride we can always walk but I warn you, the adventure will hold much more risk..." He patted a large black stallion and grinned. "Perhaps you would like to ride on the back of my beast of burden?" He said with a small chuckle.

 

[Wolfsister]

Celeste

OOC: Celeste, looks 24 years old. She's a Spell Sword. Has great skill with weapons and knowledge of offensive magicks. Was hired at an early age as a common soldier for the Queen's Army. After the Battle of Nine, she was discharged for being an irrational woman. Her parents are both dead and she seeks the killer.

IC:
She sipped her ale and watched the two figures slip out of the tavern. Pursing her lips, she raised her cowl back over her head and swept out after them, dropping a few coins on the bar for the innkeep.

Swathed in a dark cloak, her sword hidden as well as her face was, she walked up to them and quirked an eyebrow from deep within the depths of her cowl. Of course, they wouldn't see that. "I would think a Spell Sword would be advantageous on this 'quest' of yours?" she asked, her voice hard and as cold as ice. She had been observing Abradix for a while now and a chance to gain more gold was always a good incentive for her.

 

[Angelus]

OOC: Elai is 27 years old, 6' 6" and a barbarian. He goes around the world seeking battles and trying to get fame, glory and of course all the wealth that he can carry which is alot.

IC:
He slowly raised his head and let out a loud belch, wondering what was going on in this part of the world. He knew that things had been quiet for a while and of course most of it was his fault but this was ridiculous. He wanted nothing more than to find some willing or even better unwilling enemy so that he could kill him and steal whatever it was he could carry. He looked down at the ale that sat there and took another large gulp of it then slammed the mug down on the table.

"Where are the monsters around here?! I am sick of this peace and quiet.... I want to kill me some enemies... where they all be... it not possible that Elai kill them all. Can it?"

He took another great gulp of the ale and looked around. This was just too damn quiet. He tried to get to his feet and fell to the ground with a crash.

 

[Abradix]

Abradix surveyed the cloaked stranger... He wasn't sure of her race so he assumed she was human. He extended his hand "Always glad to have an extra pair of hands aboard... Grognir and I are nearly ready to head out. I can conjure basic bread and water so supplies are the least of your worr-" Abradix felt the earth shake and spun around. A gigantic man fell onto the floor of the bar and Abradix walked up to him. He raised his hands and fortified the soul of the giant man, hoping to bring him back to conciousness...

 

[Angelus]

Elai's eyes flew open and he looked at the young man that had just brought him around. He wanted to say something but there was nothing that he could say and his greatest wish, the one thing that he wanted more than anything was to go out and kill whatever creature was out there so that he could get the reward or whatever riches he could carry.

He slowly got to his feet and looked down at the young man, his hand on the hilt of his large sword. He wanted to go with this person and help him as he knew that it would mean killing things.

"My name be Elai and I will go where you are going as it will mean adventure. I will lend you my sword arm for this quiet on one condition. If I can take as much treasure as I can carry."

 

[Abradix]

Abradix let out a small chuckle. He knew this man would be able to carry a large amount, Abradix would just need to make a 2nd trip to even things up. He gave the large man a pat on the arm and ushered him outside. "You have yourself a deal sir, these are the other parts of our party." He pointed to the Spell Blade who was still wrapped in her cloak, "that is Celeste..." his gaze turned to the goblin. "That little green fellow would be Grognir... Celeste, Grognir, this is Elai. Once you are all ready we can head out. Do you all have horses?"

 

[Screech]

Grognir grunted to himself as he eyed up the large barbarian. Has to be at least twice as tall as himself, if not taller. He didn't trust the big man. After all, his head was too far away from the ground to be along the smae thinking as himself. The 'spell sword' was shorter, which was ok.

"Grognir has no horse! Grognir has large dog with fangs and bad habbits to carry Grognir!"

 

[Wolfsister]

She eyed the barbarian that came stumbling through the door with Abradix up and down, her mouth twisted in distaste. A bully, no doubt, and dumb as an Ox to boot.

She smirked and quirked an eyebrow at Abradix, "I'm surprised, Holy Man, you know my name, though I never spoke it," brushing back her hood she let out a sharp loud whistle.

A black stallion, well shod, an obvious warhorse came cantering up to her and she took the reins, swinging up into the saddle with practiced ease, "Easy Mist," she patted the stallion's neck as he danced a few impatient steps.

"Are we going?" she asked cooly, staring arrogantly down at Abradix, her sea green gaze cold and hard.

 

[Angelus]

Elai looked at the person that was standing next to her horse and wanted to laugh. She did not look like the type of person who would be able to fight anyone in this adventure, where ever they were going. He moved slowly and gingerly towards his horse and then turned to look at the large dog with a startled step back and then smiled, knowing that this person would be able to fight.

He turned back to the cleric and opened his mouth to take a large breath, "I thank you for waking me up so that I can go with you and fight. I just have one question of you. Where are we going and what are we going to fight?"

It was then that he felt the eyes on him again and turned to the woman with a smile then bowed.

"Is there something you want to say to me or have you heard of me already?"

 

[Wolfsister]

She smiled coldly down at Elai and shook her head, her voice would have frosted ice, "I don't recognise your name, then again I don't often bother taking note of barbarians," her cold arrogant stare wasn't directed at him, rather it seemed as if she were looking straight through him.

She quirked another eyebrow and chuckled at his nervous start at the large dog and reined Mist in before he could bite it, snapping his teeth, chomping on the bit, "Careful, you might get rabies," she said softly to Elai and smiled, rather maliciously at that, "Not that that wouldn't be a decided improvement, mind you."

 

[Angelus]

He looked straight at the woman and saw the arrogant stare that she was giving him as if she did not want to notice him but did not really care. She would soon learn what it meant to be in a battle and he would not be around to help her, he would be too busy killing creatures to notice her.

He turned his back to her and wanted to let out a laugh. She would be interesting to ride with her... only to talk to her and see what she could do. He patted his horse on the side of the neck and wonder when they were going to leave as he felt in the need to kill something. He let a smile come to his face at that fact.... he was going to kill things again.

He turned to look back at the woman, the smile still on his face.

"You are funny.... you do not make me laugh but you are funny."

 

[Abradix]

Abradix smirked at the Spell Blade. "I know many things... My lord Ivar has blessed me with many gifts." He hefted himself onto the back of his horse and eyed the Barbarian. "We plan to kill a Balrog... Getting there should be the hardest part since the Balrog can't stand the Holy light." Abradix shifted a bit on his horse, he had nowhere near mastered the power of the light enough to damage enemies... But he didn't want to venture alone. It would be suicide. Abradix smiled at Grognir and his half starved mount. He wasn't sure why but he was sure this goblin was loyal... He could sense it. Without warning Abradix gave his horse a quick jab with his heel and sped out of the city gates... His robe flowing in the wind he shouted to his party "Try to keep up!"

 

[Screech]

Grognir climbed atop his large mongrol, and gave it a quick prod in the rear with a small form to get it going. Hanging on to it's neck, he grinned as his mount bounded after Abradix' own horse. "Grognir will not be left behind!"

 

[Abradix]

Abradix removed his hood and let the wind flow through his hair. He took a peek back and saw Grognir and none of the others... He dismounted and decided to wait up a bit for them when suddenly he heard a noise. If he was attacked now he would be helpless until aid came... Maybe running ahead wasn't such a great idea. Pan stomped his hoof and Abradix backed up into his faithful horse. He removed his staff and began to idly spin it, preparing for an attack. He couldn't tell what was making the noise but he got the feeling it was big enough to cause him harm.

 

[Wolfsister]

She smirked at the Barbarian and quirked an eyebrow up at his comment, Mist dancing impatiently once Abradix's horse launched into a gallop. She reined him in and arched another eyebrow at the barbarian, "Coming?" she asked... maybe this barbarian was more intelligent than she had originally credited him.

Spurring her heels into Mist's flanks, she launched after the retreating mongrol and raced to join the party. Pulling up next to Abradix, she unsheathed the sword that hung from her back and looked at him twirling his staff.

"Trouble?"

 

[Abradix]

"I'm not sure... I think Pan senses danger." Abradix felt his nerve get up now that he had backup and he took a swing at the bush in front of him. At the same time he swung a shade...Something ethereal appeared behind him and giggled. "What the hell..?" He tried to catch it on the backswing and once again was easily dodged and met with a laugh. He was starting to despise this game when the figure spoke "My name is Rimble... I heard you have come to slay the Balrog...I know much of these lands and will give you information. For a price of course." Abradix knew he had a few coins but thought perhaps he could get the information free. He made a lightning quick swing and pinned the shade to the ground. All of a sudden he was pinning nothing and the shadow was standing on his staff. "What do you say holy man?" He performed a small backflip and landed gracefully. Abradix sighed and tossed him a small bag of coins.

"The Balrog is a large creature made to guard the deepest bowels of hell. It is not one to be trifled with but it does have a few weaknesses... Since most of it is ethereal like myself fire magic and the holy light hurt it the most and most importantly, make it solid for a little while. You should never use any magic that is based on evil, if you meet any warlocks along your way you should by no means let them join you. The spells of shadow they cast will make your foe more powerful. You wouldn't believe how many warlocks I've slain because they've attacked me." Abradix scoffed... Rimble shifted a bit. "Bit I digres... To get to the cave of the Balrog you must continue north... You will eventually see a mountain much larger than the others... A bit to the left of the base is a boulder that must be moved, you can then venture down into the lair of the Balrog. The venture there is not without perils, many things live in this forest... Some animal, some humanoid, some you cannot define." The shade pocketed the bag of coins. "Any other questions you have for me?"

Abradix grinned and let his hands glow with holy light. "Are you going to give me that gold back?" The shade cowered at the sight of the light... "P-p-please don't slay me master... Rimble will give you your coins!" Abradix let the shade stand and reach into his pocket and in that same instant... It was gone. "Greed is one of the seven deadly sins my friends... Heed my warning!" Abradix frowned. "That was strange... But the information may prove to save my life."