The lone warrior

[sex-maniac69]

this a about a soldier whos family was slaughtered by an evil kings Demon Soldiers and his quest for revenge and the people who he meets that help him





Its open to male or female roleplayers all ideas welcome

 

[Apocalypsis]

I would like to play a young mage with magical powers. His powers was forced upon him and he hates them, mostly because of the responsibility they brought with them. He is destined to be one of the destroyers of the Demon Gate. An ancient artifact which leads to hell, where the evil king gets his soldiers from.

 

[sex-maniac69]

Your in

 

[Stranger]

Bard

I would like to play a bard travelling with them to chart their story, In the Ad&D vein he can play magical songs that enchant the minds of those who hear them, for wepons he has a pair of silver daggers, apart from that he has only a sharp wit and nimble fingers

 

[Guest]

Can I play?

 

[Guest]

(Sorry, please ignore this. I hit a wrong button. )

 

[Angelus]

I'd love to play a paladin, complete with all the powers except that he has a special gift. He can sense any evil presence, almost point them out. I was thinking that that little gift would come in handy with a whole lot of Demon Soldiers.

If you don't like the idea of this character just tell me if you have anything in mind.

 

[Isolde]

Warrior

Would you have room for a warrior? She comes from a small villiage and when it was attacked and all the men were killed-the women were trained to take over protecting it.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: OO, OO, Lokken, or Tyrael, if you don't know Tyrael, head off to the story behind those crazy names, and Lokken... King and Country. Please reply soon. I would love an affirmative.

 

[sex-maniac69]

your all in.

 

[Isolde]

Great! Who is going to start or do we wait for more people?

 

[sex-maniac69]

I say we have enough.How about you start.lsolde

 

[Isolde]

OOC: Okay, here goes. First, description: 5' 8", 145 lbs but it is mostly muscle from her training, leather armor skirt and vest. For ease of movement she wears nothing else on her legs but a pair of knee-high leather boots. A long sword is strapped on her back and a whip is attached to her belt alongside a belt knife.

IC: She rode through the villages, seeing the same thing in each. Despiration and hoplessness. Women and children who had survived the onslaught of evil would reach out to her as she passed. She would steadily look ahead when she passed through, not because she did not care but because she could do no good by stopping.

The scene was all too familiar and brought forth memories that she thought buried. Memories of her own villiage and the demons who razed it. Inhuman beasts that tore through walls as well as flesh.

She remembered watching as her father, mother and brothers died in front of her eyes as she hid beneath the bed. The unholy thing was finishing with her youngest brother and was starting to sniff around to catch the scent of any more warm flesh when a man appeared. Hesta recognized him as an ex-soldier who had come to live in the village after an injury to his leg made him usless to the army.

The man fought the monster as the young girl trembled under the bed. He defeated it but not without some cost to his own body. She could still picture him standing over his kill, breathing hard and a light in his eyes that scared her almost as much as the demon had.

She must have let out an involuntary whimper because, just as he had been about to exit the house, he turned back and approached the bed. Kneeling down, his strong arm snaked under under the bed and caught her arm, dragging her from her hiding place.

Without another word, he left the house, dragging the terrified girl with him. Darting through the streets so as not to attract attention, he plunged into the woods that surrounded the village and trekked a short distance to a cave where he pushed her in. The entrance to the cave was just wide enough to admit her slight frame but it widened into a medium sized cavern shortly after.

There Hesta discovered more girls like herself..some injured, some untouched-all with looks of terror on their faces that must have mirrored her own. Sitting down in the midst of them, she wrapped her arms around her legs and prepared to wait for whatever would come next.

It seemed like eternities passed before a voice was heard at the entrance to the cave, calling for them to come out. Not one of them moved...none daring to leave the security of the dark cavern. Finally Hesta rose and squeezed to the entrance, her heart hammering in her chest. She did not want to leave either but knew that they would all soon starve if someone did not act.

When she reached the mouth of the cave, the stranger stood there, blood from his wounds and from those he had killed covered him like and armor and he looked as if he might fall right then and there. Hesta called to the others that it was safe to come out and managed to get to the man's side before he fell.

With the others by thier side and helping to support him, they made their way back to what was left of thier village. The sight that greeted them was horrible and gut wrenching. Some of the girls cried, a few fell to the ground in unconsciousness, but most just stood there looking upon the devistation in silence.

Weeks later, the man, Aaron was his name, was well again and the repairs to the village underway. Hesta, herself, had lead the stronger in the burning of the bodies of the villagers. There was not enough remains to be buried in most cases. And a simple ceremony sent them to them to thier gods.

Then the training began. Years of grueling training at the hands of Aadam making those that survived into those that could defend and strike back. They now roamed the world, herself and her sisters of war. Searching out the evil that had taken thier lives that day-not physically but in every other way.

 

[sex-maniac69]

OOC: Who is Aaron?

 

[Isolde]

OOC: The guy who rescued her. Not to important to her story except the fact that he trained her and all her sisters. She is thinking of her past.

 

[sex-maniac69]

OOC:Ok

My Character:
Kristoff teard
30
Blonde hair green eyes

Bares a battle scar through his left eye.
armed with twin swords.Wears completely black leather from the neck down.



IC:We fought long and hard.By the time we were finished both armys were in ruins.I was the only survivor.I return home to find my villiage in ruins.

I Saw some of the soldiers that worked for my lord leaving.
They were a bit misterious If I do say so.

I wanted to see my wife and daughters.But my house was burned to the ground and all I found was blood.


"My god no,"I said.This was the work of my king,why would he do this."He wont get away with this I swear by my blood".I made an incision in my hand and bled on the ground."You shall be avenged," I said.Ive been traveling ever since....

 

[Isolde]

Hesta

Hesta made it to the outskirts of the village and stopped at the first clearing that had a stream running by it. Unsaddling her horse and tethering him where he could graze, she set about making a fire.

Once that was done, she set a small pot of water, filled from the stream, and added some dried beef and vegtables for a simple stew.

Sitting back and letting the pot bubble and the ingredients simmer, she unsheathed her sword and began to polish and sharpen it. First rule of a warrior-take care of your blade.

 

[sex-maniac69]

Kristoff:

My travels led me to a village which had a 0 male population.I traveled around the outskirts looking for something I could eat.I smelled stew,something simple.The sword slash to my side was really hurting now and I didnt Know how long I could go without help.I saw a young woman sharpening her sword.I got off my horse and stumbled toward her."Help," I said with the last of my breath,and past out....

 

[Isolde]

Hesta looked up at the cry.
"Damn," She thought,"Another victum or a clever highwayman."

Grabbing her sword, she approached cautiously to assertain that the man was indeed unconscious and of not threat. Once she was satisfied, she rolled him over on his back and examined the wound to his side.

"Not fatal but not good," She said to herself and, using all her streangth, drug him over to the fire.

Rummaging around in her bags, she extracted several herbs and ground them together on a flat rock, adding some water from her flask to make a paste. She spread the paste along the wound and then went back into her packs for some cloth.

Tearing the cloth into strips, she folded up and placed one strip directly on the wound and then wrapped the other around his ribs several times to hold it in place-then once across his shoulder to keep it from slipping down before securing it again at his ribs.

Having treated him, she placed one of her bags under his head and tipped the flask up to his lips just enough to let a trickle of water get past him. She did not want to choke him. She relaxed as she saw him swallow relexivly and then returned to the fire to stoke it and stir the stew.

 

[sex-maniac69]

Kristoff:


When I came to,my wound had been bandaged.I looked around and saw the woman not far away."Thank you," i said weakly.I sat up slowly."Where are my weapons," I asked.
She looked at me with little trust in her eyes."So what happened here," i asked and nodded towards the village...

 

[Isolde]

Hesta looked at the man closely, trying to figure out if he was any threat now that he was awake. Keeping an eye on him, she stirred the stew again and then moved over to her packs where she took out two bowls.

Going to the fire again, she spooned stew into both bowls and handed him one along with a wooden spoon.

Looking over at the village she had just passed through, she said,"Ravaged. Just as my own village was years ago by demons from the very gates of hell itself."

Sitting down and watching the man she started spooning the stew into her own mouth as he hungrily devoured his.

Putting her bowl down, she brought her right fist up to her heart in the salute of her and her sisters and said,"Hesta" before going back to her food.

 

[sex-maniac69]

Kristoff:


"Kristoff of ralaen," i said."I bet you,I know who did this," I told her."Who exactly are you," i asked."My village was destroyed by the same monsters who probably did this," i said.I didnt think it was wise to say I was once a part of the same army."They killed them all," i said sadly and lowered my head...

 

[Isolde]

Hesta looks at the warrior, setting her bowl down. A cold rage covers her. Turning away from him, she throws more wood on the fire and says,"I should have let you die."

Other than that she says nothing. Choosing to treat him as if he did not exist. She would never strike an unarmed, wounded man-even if he was an enemy. She turns her back on him to give him a chance to leave or strike-his choice.

 

[sex-maniac69]

Kristoff:



"What did I say?," I asked,startled by the anger in her voice.I got up slowly and saw that I had left my swords on my horse who was quietly grazing.I pulled one from the holster and went back to where she was standing."I have done nothing to deserve such an ungratful tone,".I told her. She didnt know how dangerous I was even wounded."If I must fight you I will," I told her."Its your call,"I I told her...

 

[Isolde]

Hesta drew her sword and stood there for a moment before plunging it deep into the ground and walking away from it.

"I do not fight the wounded," She said,"I was merely thinking aloud that I should have let you die instead of live with the memories that will haunt you till your death."

She looked over her shoulder at him. "The fact that you did not attack me as my back was turned but stood to challenge me told me that you have some measure of honor. Forgive my tactics, but I had to know."