The Road to Nershe

[Slance]

Alright this thread is open to all people but I'd prefer exparenced writers but it doesn't matter to much but you have to abuslutly be exparienced in role playing k? Ok it's going to be set in fantasy medevil times liek Dungeons & Dragons and I'm going to be using most races and such from that but there's no rules this is free form. Alright if anybody wants races or classes that are not lfrom D&D please PM me. Now there's no OP or GM on this mabey one perosn will make some thing happen such as giant spiders attack or such and then we're'll all take part. Oh and we're all going to be meeting on a road that heads to wards a city named Narshe it's mostly fields rolling hills and forest near the road but if some one feels they need a carvern to pop up be my guest. All right so just post your char's and when every body has We'll start the meetigns k? Oh and theres 8 open slots for people to join no more please but if there's not 8 people then we'll have to do withb out

 

[Slance]

Hey juts a hope full *bump* here right about now I'd take any body who wanted to come on this thread please???

 

[The GrandMage]

No GM, huh? That refering to me, or do you mean 'Game Master'? Although, when rrefering to D&D, the more appropriate thing would be a DM, although you could always mean no me....

Can I be a really odd little monster that scares people? That would be fun...

 

[Slance]

I like to refer to it as GM because then it can be any game. Well I'll tell you what if we get enough people or at least 4 you cna and for now you are a little monser but if we only get a few other people then I'd really be happy if you we're a person

 

[bobo_daclown]

Penti M. Bloes:
The wonderfully inept wizard.

Waking from a long midday nap, Penti walks to the kitchen for an early supper. Since business is slow these days, Penti is short on money. Perhaps the market for not-so-great wizards will get better soon. With no money, stocking the larder is quite hard and this poor wizard is without food. Luckily, he is not without wit. Opening the locked chest, he takes his beautifully crafted wand and waves it around making an incantation of sorts. "Hocus pocus and diddily-do / I would so adore some hot beef stew."

Beef stew may have been what Penti had wanted, but instead of a delicious meal, the entire house around him crashes to the ground. "What a horrible day this is. Mayhaps I should jouney to Narshe where my brilliant cousin lives. He could help me refine my sorcery--and perhaps feed me for a couple of days."

 

[bobo_daclown]

So, Slance, let me know how this suits the story. I do so love to have a realistic character every now and again. Invinicible master wizards and dwarves with four inch thick inpenetrable hides are too easy.

By the way, are you going to play a character? If so maybe we can get an idea about him/her. I know that I was reluctant to post before you put some info for your character. But, since this seems to be a great idea, I don't want it to fail before it sees the light of day.

 

[Slance]

OOC: Great BoBo and ya I'm ganna have and char and mabey I'll do that now. and I dont' really wan t awizard who can make a house collapse though it is good for a luagh but how bout next time hi'll just light his robes on fire or some thing
IC: Here's my char
Age: 25 half elf years
Race: Half elf
Class: Ranger
Eyes: Bright green
Hair: Goldish in color down to his waist
Height: 6'0"
weight: 110
Name: Lucan Ivellioss
Disciprt. A fien once sliver cloak now a faded grey color with a hood and extends down to the ground. Leather armor and a back pac filled with adventuring gear. A belt with a rope grappling hook and a logn sword and short sword attached along with his gold pouch. A long bow and quiver are on hsi back just beside his back pac.

"Damn halflings." Lucan mutterd under his breath as he exited the tavern. "Little rats with brains." He was grumbling at the loss of his gold pouch in the tavern, he has lost it at a gamble with halflings. That is to say it was stolen as he palyed suspecting the halflings but having no proof to go on Lucan left.

"And I didn't even find a Burglers for the road to Narshe." He mutterd as he walked down the street.

"Only thing there good at, well mabey I'll skip the Kobold cave then again never know what luck may bring you." ((Hint hint* Halfling theif would be great to join))

He walked through the almsot desserted street of the small town of Kings Reach. He came up to a collapsed building with a man ((What age is your char?... I was hopeing an old man I love those old befunndlers in books like Drangon Lance and such.)) standing in the middle of the heap.

Lucan didn't notice this because he was looking on the list of people he might need for the adventure of getting to NArshe wich is almost never reached alive by this pass hence the name "In vain Pass" He needed a Wizard and this is ware that druken sailor said to get one Lucna thought. Lucna looked up and blinked once then twice and yelled over the the man. "Is there a Mage around here?"

 

[bobo_daclown]

Penti M. Bloes:
A not too old, inept wizard.

"Oh good heavens, you frightened me." Penti looks the stranger over carefully. Combing his big hair back with his free hand, he mentions that he himself is a great mage who just destroyed this house. "And I could probably do it again." Not on purpose he thinks to himself. "I am probably not much help to you, as I am off to see my cousin in the distant land of Narshe."

The stranger seems relieved and actually offers that they go together. "Well, if you have some food, I will come." With that, Penti picks a path out of the rubble and over to the stranger.

"Bah Hum-bug!" The wizard spits while he waves his wand menacingly at the house. The response is the sudden appearance of all the metal fasteners (that once held the house together) above the rubble. Then, the screws and bolts and nails and such drop to the ground atop the wood.

"I am Penti M. Bloes. What did you say your name was?"

 

[Slance]

O great out of all the maigc users I have to get the ding-dong. Lucan thinks to himself as the bolts and such dissapear.

" Yes I have some money though... never mind I'm sure if you coem I can get suplies for you too." "As for my name I didn't say it... it's Caraz Vaqaud." For now he doesn't need to know my name but we'll see how it goes. Lucna broods. "Would you happen to know ware any healers of any kind might be such as the local Shrine or church or such?"

 

[The GrandMage]

The Pseudodragon

The small dragon cocked it's head to the side, about forty yards away, hiding among the greens, his body changed from it's red-brown coloration to match the green growth around itself. It had been hanging around the inept wizard for a few days, judging him. It found the man to be quite funny, but good at heart. Of course, unless he considered the little dragons to be the most important thing in his life, the little dragon would leave.

It was a foot and a half in length, it's barbed tail two feet long. It resembled a small red dragon, if not as red, or as large. It looked up as a butterfly moved towards it. It was brightly colored, and moved gracefully. Jaws snapping forward, the tiny dragons devoured it as it got up, spreading it's wings and changing back to it's normal color.

Releasing a rasping purr to itself, it moved steadily forward, towards the candidate it has deemed good enough to have the formal interview. The other person it ignored, and flapped it's wings happily as it moved.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Penti M. Bloes:

"Ho hum. Healers? I don't know many healers in this town. The ones that were here have long since lost interest in my injuries. In fact, I have a large lump on my left butt cheek that hurts whenever I ... Oh goodness! It's adorable." Without the normal precaution that a person should execise, Penti jumps forward and picks up the small dragon hugging it close. Petting the armfull, he exclaims to Caraz, "I've always wanted a small dragon. The old ones are always sour over folks like me.

"What a wonderfully ferocious cutie you are." Penti wonders what the dragon is thinking as it looks up at him from his arm.

 

[tomasu]

bump

 

[The GrandMage]

The Pseudodragon

The small dragon was snacthed off the ground. It gaveanother rasping purr, basking in the attention that was being lavished upon it. If there was one thing a pseudodragon loved, it was attention. Wriggling free from the arms, the tiny dragonet laid itself across the wizard's shoulder, it tail, holding it's sting away from the man, curled around. It rested itself this way, staring across at the other man in curiousity.

 

[Slance]

Dragon!!!!!!

OOC: Great we got a Rogue!!!! Now we only need a healer. *hint hint*

IC: He jumps back as he sees the dragon but recovers his cool and watches it carefully. By now he knew it was a Pseudo Dragon being learned in the ways of creatures though he wasn't that good so he knew nothing helpful. Though he did know they use Telepathy.

Lucan says quietly. " I won't ask about the dragon... but hoepfully he won't bit eyour hand off... err head but anyways about any healers.?"

 

[tomasu]

bump

 

[bobo_daclown]

Penti M. Bloes:

"Well, like I said, I don't know many healers personally. But, perhaps there is an interested soul at the nearby hospital. Shall we?"

Ready to lead the man to the hospital, Penti waits for an answer.

 

[Slance]

"Ermmmm yes we shall." Lucan usually gives off the impression of some one very wise but not likely to share the wisdome. He kept his eyes on the dragon as he walked down the street fallowing the man.

 

[The GrandMage]

The Pseudodragon

The small dragonet set it's head down, and draped it's body around the fumbling wizard. It settled itself comfortably, giving another rasping purr of happiness as it closed it's eyes, basking in the sun that came down to the man.

He let his gift transfere to the wizard, giving him a high resistance to magic. No use picking a companion who killed itself right off the bat with one of it's own spells, the tiny dragon mused.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Penti M. Bloes:

The short walk across the town proper leads the small group of adventurers to The holy shrine of healing arts. "I believe that some healers call this place home. I do suggest that you go in alone, though. These people don't much care for me. They seem to think that I'm in here every week for an ailment of some sort. Silly folks."

 

[Angelus]

Okay.... here is my character.

Dailin
5' 11"
180lbs
Long dark brown hair
Grey eyes
Weapons: Two scimitars
Age: 26

Dailin was trained as a swordsman since he was a young boy and he has grown to become one of the best in the land. He knows that when he goes into a fight that he can win so he often gets himself into trouble by saying stupid things at the wrong time. He has a wicked sense of humor though although some people don't appreciate it.

 

[tomasu]

bump

 

[The GrandMage]

The Pseudodragon

The sun was warm. It spread it's body, trying to absorb the most warmth it could. The small creature looked around, glancing over at the other person before looking around the entire town. It cocked it's head to the side, interested in the many human inhabitations.

It had never seen so many buildings before in it's short life. With curiousity, it enjoyed the view from it's new perch.

 

[Angelus]

Dailin

Dailin had left the town in such a hurry that a few of his most prized possessions had been left behind. He looked back down the road to see if he wasn't being followed and wondered why anyone couldn't take a joke. It wasn't his fault either that he had been better than them in the fight that had ensued but he didn't know why they had to bring the towns guards into it and get him thrown out of the town.

 

[bobo_daclown]

OOC: First off, BUMP

Second, can we just have a NPC medic until someone wants to join???? This is kinda aggravating.

 

[The GrandMage]

OOC: I the name of keeping thinsg going, I hereby smack in a NPC medic, which can be replaced at any moment. I call her: Bob. Yes, a female healer named Bob! With Big pointy fangs! *mimes the Tim miming the evil rabbit*

Wait,.....No.....


IC:

Full of perk and zest and a few energy potions she's not supposed to be taking, Bob danced out to greet the visitors. A half-elf maiden, she was discovered many years ago as an orphen. Unfortunately, the man who found her had been so drunk he could barely see, and, mistaking her for a boy, named her Bob. The name stuck.

She had lived in the town for twenty years, and was quite young and fetching. She wore the tradition healers garb, which was a little tight, showing off her bosom. She giggled at the sight of a strange man from who knows where.

"Hi, 'kay! This is, like, the Holy Shrine of Healing Arts, 'kay? I'm Bob, alright, and I'm, like, the healer on duty right now." She twittered as he looked confused at her name, and cocked her head to the side. "Can I, like, totally help you or something? The other healers, are, like, asleep, 'kay?"


OOC: Anyone else can jump in to be another healer if they want, but this little cheerleading twit will speed things up.