The mystical beast

[BlkPnthr]

OOC: This story is about a band of characters who seek adventure. The characters can be anything from a warrior, to a mage(magic user), to a thief. Many more classes can be added, if desired.

IC: A man dressed in black robes walks swiftly down the street, headed towards the tavern. Suddenly he stops, and glances down the alley to the left of him. There he sees a figure laying on the ground, groaning and shifting, as if in pain.

"Do I help this person?" he thinks to himself. A seasoned adventurer, he decides against it, and continues on his way.

OOC: I will continue with this if anyone cares to join in, otherwise it's a waste of time

 

[White Queen]

OOC: I would like to join

Name: Crystal
Age: 24
Class: Mage
Hair: Raven black
Eyes: Dark green
Build: Slim biuld, pale skin, 5´6 tall.

IC: I sit quietly, drinking a bottle of wine I had bought with my last coin. Things were not very promising, my company had been alm,ost anihilated on our last " adventure", the survivors each took on their own way, now I needed to find new traveling companions to continue this adventrous life I had chosen...

 

[BlkPnthr]

Malderek

After a few minutes of his brisk walk, Malderek finally reaches the doors of the Black Dragon Inn. Taking a deap breath, he opens to door. Quickly entering and closing the door behind him, he scans room. About 10 large round tables fill the common area, filled with patrons of all kinds. Seeing an empty chair Malderek mutters to himself and sits down. He seems aggitated, as he fidgets with the sleeve of his robe.
Beckoning to a barmaid he orders a mug of dwarven spirits, and swiftly pays the woman, tossing 3 gold coins into her hand. To anyone watching, this would seem rather odd, as dwarven spirits only costs 15 copper. With a slight smirk, Malderek shoo's the barmaid so that he may be left to his thoughts. Uttering the word "ghutzig" a ball of light materializes in his hands. He enjoys such things to help him think.

 

[poohlive]

Shane gave a small bow, looking at the small crowd aquainted here. It didn't look like anything interesting in here just now. A nice blonde in the corner, sipping something, but there was a big brute close to her. He wasn't into sharing.
With one final view around the room, he began.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to begin with a small juggling act. Nothing really fantastic or outragious, just a couple of wodden sticks."
He grabbed them from a knapsack, four in all, and began throwing them up into the air. They each went with ease, falling up and then back onto the earth. With nothing more than a flick of the wrist, they were back into the sky once more.
Then, the real magic began. In an instant the ends of the sticks blazed with fire. Now, insteado f just throwing mundane sticks, he was tossing fire into the air.
People looked on with a magical awe.
Of course, there was nothing magical about it. Just a carefully placed match and kerosine soaked ends. To the people though, it was simply amazing.
Finally, he ended it by letting each stick balance on top of one another. A tower of wood and flame.
He threw it into a bucket of waiting water, bowing to the crowd. A cheer arose, and gold pieces were thrown to the stage.
Ahhh, he would have dinner tonight after all.
"Thank you, thank you," he bowed one more, "And now I'd like to continue with a song."
He took out a single wooden flute, that had been polished to mere perfect, and began to play a wonderous meoldy of ole that seemed to touch their hearts.
Occasionally another coin would scrape across the floor, but other than that the tavern was silent. His tune had their attention.
Playing through his heart, he continued his favorite song.

 

[BlkPnthr]

Malderek

Through all his pondering and thoughtfulness, a tune penetrated his mind. Looking around briefly, Malderek spots a minstrel, entertaining the crowd. If anyone looked hard enough, they'd swear for a second, peace came across Malderek's face. Allowing himself to be distracted by the music, Malderek starts to hum softly along.

 

[Guest]

OOC: I'm in, if you want me.

Name: Zeon
Age: 25
Race: Human
Class: Berserker
Hair: Vibrant red
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'11
Build: Average
Weapon: Twin axes
Appearance: A veteran of many battles, Zeon looks a formiddable opponent: he marks most of his body, especially his face, with war paint at regular intervals, and he wears many battle scars, from head to foot. Also the animal hides he wears made him stick out in most civilised places.
Info: Zeon hails from a far-distant, uncivilised land. He was outcast from his tribe after a "disturbance" which ended in the death of one other of the tribemen. He speaks little of this incident, preferring to keep its details to himself. He was alotted the title Azhkalh-Malkel (The Fallen Wolf), and now wanders the countryside in search of adventure, and, above all, battle. However, he also searches for one other thing: a meaning to his life.
Another thing: he can only partially speak the "Common" tongue.

IC: Zeon had been travelling for many days and nights without a rest - something not entirely unfamiliar to him - and now craved the warmth and safety of a proper bed. He strode through the town, trying to make sense of the many signs, and failing. However, he came to a large building with the sounds of a song inside, and assumed that it was a tavern, so he pushed open the door and stepped in. He must have looked strange, to anyone who took their attention from the song and to the newcomer; people like himself, marked with war paint and clad scantily in animal furs and hides, were a rarity in civilised lands such as these.
Zeon decided a hearty meal before a nice, cosy bed was a great idea, so he strode up and ordered himself a full meal of salted meat and a loaf of bread. Still a little confused by what these people called "money", he placed a gold coin onto the bench.
"Is enough?" he asked in his low-pitched, gruff voice.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Whoops, Unregistered is me.

 

[BlkPnthr]

OOC: No problem

 

[White Queen]

Crystal

The Tavern was getting crowded, a man dressed in black came in and sat on the bar, Another one, a barbarian, from the way he looked ordered something to eat. On the other end a man was performing, making some tricks, making people believe he was using magic... people here seem to be easily impressed. The man then took a flute and began to play a great melody, now that was more like it. I had to admit he was really talented...

 

[BlkPnthr]

Malderek

Amused with the melody coming from the instrument in the mans' hands, he chuckles softly to himself. Muttering a few words of incantation and a flick of his finger, Malderek watches as a light begins to shine softly down upon the minstrel. "Ahhh, better," he thinks to himself, figuring a spot light would do the man some good.

 

[Lady_Siren]

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

Lalita:

Age: Unknown
Hair: Silver with a fiery tint
Eyes: Peircing Green
Build: Slender yet strong
height: 5'9
Class: Fighter Mage
INFO: Lalita is a mysterious woman from the northern regions
no one really knows anything about except that she is female
She wears a black cloak that hides her from the view of others.
She trusts no one except for a select few. Her choice of weapons are two metallic fans. She also dabbles in magery but no one knows of that. she travels from town to town in search of quests to take up her time.

IC: Lalita entered the tavern and was immediatly assaulted by a calm melody. She sat at a table near to the stage drawn by the music. She even felt a soft smile touch her lips and her usually dark mood was lifted. Whoever this man was he sure could play..

 

[BlkPnthr]

OOC: That's fine We are now at 5 people. I think we can do with one more. If in the next day or two nobody else joins, we'll close it down, and stick to the five of us.

IC: Malderek pauses his musings as a cloaked figure enters the Inn. With a little more than a passing thought, he watches. COcking his head off to thwe side a bit, he keeps a careful eye on the figures movements. Suddenly Malderek's thoughts are shattered by the loud noise coming from the barbarian at the bar table. "Such an ill mannered person," Malderek thought to himself. This was not uncommon among the barbarians. Shaking his head slowly, he was greatful that this man was not in a foul mood.

 

[vlademir1]

6th character

Iff you'll accept him:Name: Harus Megas
Class: Cthulic Cleric
Appearance: Harus seems a piece of midnight shadow that never cleared. Clothed in all black robes, and black cloak, his dark skin seems a deeper bit of shadow. HIs height and weight seem to shift every so often
Origen: Nobody who really knows is still living except Harus, and he aint talkin'.
Equipment: A large oaken staff, several belt pouches, a strange snakelike sigel graven of silver worn around his neck("holy-symbol")
IC: Harus pushes his way into the now crowded inn, hoping for a somewhat quiet meal and a room for the night. Everyone makes way as he walks through the crowd sensing somthing very unwholesome about him. Finding a table in a dark corner of the room he sits and waves the serving maid over. After telling her what he wants she rushes off, seemingly loth to stay around him any longer.
Scaning the room Harus notes several promising people for traveling companions, if they can be convinced to join him and stay around long enough. Watching the minstrel as he waits for his food, he looks around trying to find who was so silly as to put a light on him.
ooc: i'll leave it to that for now.
btw, oops. Character discription: Harus while not exactly the most accomplished of his order can cast some fairly powerful spells, unfortunatly as they get more powerful he passes out for longer periods of time after casting (in ad&d terms casting a 4th lev spell would knock him out for about 3 min.).

 

[BlkPnthr]

OOC: I have no problems with this character. I just ask for two things please Change the color of his robes to purple or some other dark color? We already have two black cloaked/robed figures. And please when switching from OOC to IC, press enter twice Also...try to keep AD&D out of this I don't believe we're doing this by much of anything other than common sense and non-monty hall crap(For those who may have never heard the term monty hall.....it means no ungodly weapons, or spellcasting stuff.....basically keep it "real" for the world we're playing in)

IC: Malderek casually glances in the direction of the newcomer, smirking to himself. Taking a moment to survey the entire room once again, as he had been so distracted by the black cloaked figure and the minstrel, he had nearly forgotten about himself. It wasn't like Malderek to not be completely aware of his surroundings, yet he had been sidetracked this long. Folding his arms into the folds of his robes, he silently watched, and waited.

 

[vlademir1]

Harus Megas

OOC: OK, Blood Red Robes, black cloak stays though; and i was using AD&D as a standard benchmark, i believe in stating a characters limits in the begining, because im less likely to break them as i go. I agree that the ungodly powerful is a lotta BS, and prefer more balanced systems.
IC: Harus looks around the room sizing up the people, noting the barbarian at the bar, he wonders what brings him to this part of the world.

 

[White Queen]

Crystal

OOC: Sorry, just noticed I did not gave a description on my characters equipment... My robes are white, kept clean with a lot of effort. A deep blue cloak covers my back, I have a belt tied around my waist where I carry a small wand and resting beside me is a staff, white shinny material with a crystal on the top end of it. Oh and my real name is not crystal, just a matter of discretion...

IC: The music was really good, people kept arriving, a lot of them looked like good travling company. If I was lucky I wouldnt have to look so hard for new companions.

 

[poohlive]

Shane let the notes turn from a happy and melodious tune, to that of sorrow. Each note filled with a pain and suffering that was known throughout the world. The tune became slower, and the notes more defined. Then, just as he was about to end the song, he picked it up to a lively tune.
He watched as a few moist cheeks were wiped away as the promise of happiness and contentment were played to their very souls. It was an old dancing melody throughout the wilderness, and indeed a few brazen men had asked some of the females to dance.
He uttered a few words, and the instrument he now played went on playing by itself. A magical enchantment that an old witch had done for him. He took out a crude fiddle and began to an accomplished tune.
After he had felt the song becoming tired and tedious, he put the instruments away. Bowing once more to the onslaught of applause, Shane reached into his bag one last time.
"And now, for my final trick, on you may find very interesting. Keep your eyes focused on the stage."
He threw down a packet of dust, and in a moment the stage was filled with a white smoke. It disappeared, but so had he, along with all of the coins on the floor.
Shane stood up from a stool on the far end of the room.
"Good accompany of guests, it has been a pleasure entertaining you tonight," a final round of applause, this one he did not bow for. Shane simply sipped at a mug of ale that the bartender had graciously given him. From time to time a few people would come up, wondering about his last trick, and stuff a few coins in his pocket.
He thanked them all dearly, but didn't have the heart to tell them he was no magician. Simply a person who used a few tricks from others and had learned of old fashioned lore. Although, the intrument playing was quite his own, and something he was always proud of.
Finishing his first mug, he called for a second.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Zeon

Zeon spared barely a glance at the minstrel: arts such as music and magic did not impress him at all. Instead, he turned back to his meal, and his drink. He picked up the tankard and pressed it to his lips, taking a long pull of the ale. He immediately winced; the ale was definately not of a good quality. He slammed it back on the table.
"Rat's piss!" He declared, before picking up a piece of meat and stuffing it unceremoniously into his mouth.

 

[BlkPnthr]

Malderek

After watching the minstrel finish his act, Malderek slowly got up. Looking towards the people approaching the minstrel, Malderek himself felt compelled to offer his praise to the man's talents. Walking over to him, Malderek introduced himself to the talented man. "My name is Malderek sir, and I have travelled from a far. I must say, you have quite the knack for holding a crowds attention," the mage said with a little enthusiasm, patting the man on the shoulder. "I am curious though. What has brought you to this town? Nevermind, it' doesn't matter. I wish to hire your services," Malderek said, emphasising his point by placing a small bag of gold coins in the mans hand.

 

[poohlive]

Shane nodded, thanking several guests, then became intruiged when a small pouch of money was handed to him.
He looked at the man, curious as to his proposal.
"Well, it's not that I don't believe you," he bit one of the coins in the box, making sure it was real, "But I need to know what exactly you need me for? I mean, most people don't pay this much just to watch a couple of magic tricks?"
He looked innocently at the man. Then again, this might just be the person he was looking for. Someone who was dull and slow witted, but very rich, and would pay him to make silly things come out of hats or blow up before their very eyes.
"Come, get a mug of ale and share your story," he called to the bartender.

 

[BlkPnthr]

Malderek

Looking the man over, Malderek contemplates his course of action. "Quite frankly, in my experience of adventure, it can get very dreary at times. You would be perfect for entertainment if nothing else. What is your trade exactly?" he asks.

 

[vlademir1]

Harus' meal arrives as the second song begins, and he finds himself enjoying it more than his nearly tasteless food. He wonders to himself where this minstrel learned to play so well. Just as he was losing himself into the music he heard a shout from across the room of "Rat piss!" He mutters to himself "Some people have no culture".As harus was getting ready to head to his room he noticed a man in black robes talking to the minstrel. "he looks to be one of us" the thought to himself as he sat back down and motioned for more wine.

 

[White Queen]

Crystal

The music had stopped, and the musician was now talking to another man dressed in black robes...

The barbarian that entered a while ago was eating at the bar and complaining about his food...

I stand up and walk to the bar and motion for the barkeep to come closer. I ask for a room to spend the night and order a last bottle of wine. Sitting at the bar to finish the bottle and carefully placing my staff beside me.

 

[poohlive]

"You first hire me and then ask my trade?" he laughed aloud, "Indeed, you are a curious fellow. Very well, I will join you, for the time being. Might be nice to partake on an adventure of my own."
He finished his mug, and called for another one, "You see, I am a bard by trade. Somewhat seperate from the regular gypsies that travel through here, but I used to live with them for a time. I mostly tell stories of acnient kings and warriors who had since perished, and sing songs from my various intstruments. I can compose poetry on little more than a whim, and write it too, for bards have been known to carry a quill and some parchment with them."
He smiled, looking back at the crowd. Most had settled down now, which was fine with him. His pockets were now full, and the ale was beginning to take effect on him. Soon, he would sleep for the night.
"By the same fashion, what is your trade good sir?"

 

[Dark Warrior]

Zeon

Zeon grinned at the sight of the lady (Crystal) who now sat at the bar, not far away from himself. It had been quite a while since he had last seen "action" of that sort, and he craved it now more than ever. He stood up and walked over to the woman, taking a seat next to her.
"You want some of this?" He said, halting momentarilly because of his limited knowledge of the Common speech, with a wide grin plastered across his face and his right hand on his groin.