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 Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 11:29 am
Story "Right, lads. Here's the deal. Our little Princess is set to marry that guy wots' Prince over in Librics. Y'all know that much, right?" The staggered affirmative' in reply marked this garrison of heavily armed men and women as mercenaries instead of a slightly more uniform military. The grizzled man at the front who looked like one shave away from being a grizzly continued his obviously unrehearsed speech. "In that case then, I'll get straight on wit' it. The pretty princess needs a wedding present for 'er husband-to-be.
"Only problem is, our Kings a it tight on cash at the moment, and them Librics are greedy bastards, no offence Garla." He said nodding to a scantily clad female near the back of the throng who replied with a nod of her head before returning to the rigged card game she was having. "The brides gift to the husband been decided, all we need is for you lot to goes' an' fetch it. And, err, that's were the problems begin. Y'see they decided on The Cyra Flower as the gift." A chorus of angry shouts greeted this information from most of the mercenaries gathered, but a few bemused looks from younger ones.
"All right, all right, settle down now. For those of you who don't know, the Flower was Given to the Great General Isanhour to use in defeating the tide of Orcs a hundred years or so back, a few of you will remember that." He said, to which a few cloaked figures nodded and muttered in low tones among themselves about, mostly in their home tongues, elven, elder and Flaran mostly. "The flower was lost in the last battle, as was the General and most of his, and other allied troops. The Orcs retreated, as we all know, or we wouldn't be having this briefing." He said, adjusting his stance on the bench he was stood heroically on. "The Orcs took it back the way they came towards their homeland, but were stopped and the Orb, and most of the Orcs, were captured by Zetsumei. King of the Shadows."
A chorus of groans greeted this, and the Sergeant, recognizing the turn of enthusiasm, from apathetic to dread changed his tune slightly. "That's all y'all have to do. Sneak in, grab the Flower, sneak out. For a royal pardon a life peerage an Earldom and forty thousand golden chamtras. "To summarise the reaction as ecstatic, bewildered and flabbergasted would not be enough, the prizes offered in reward was more than most nobles could dream of, and to offer it to a ragtag group of mercenaries was unheard of.
Before they could question why they were being paid so much he finished quickly. "Right then, off you go, First to get the Flower wins. Probably best to go in groups, better for your health. I'll let you sort out the details, but if it isn't completed in two months time, the deals off. That's when his Lordship comes. Any questions? No. Good. Y'all be shipped over there in the latest, top notch Orchid-Runner in groups of seven or so, starting in a few minutes." He said ignoring the yelled questions and leaping off of the table, turning round to talk once more, "One more thing, lads. Watch out for his Shadow warriors, they're formidable." What he left out was the reason they were going instead of the military, truth was, the king had already lost two battalions, and he would risk no more.
Credit goes to Beckithewatermage and The Chipmunk Scourge for making the plot, and original RP
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 11:36 am
Places and Terms
The Kingdom of Leodantis: In an era not unlike mediaeval England the climate is more familiar to China, as is some of the cultural history and martial arts. Leodantis is a small country with many allies. Its once formidable army was all but destroyed in the war against the Orcs and it now seeks protection against the Shadow King's armies by an alliance with the powerful neighbouring kingdom.
As the story starts the characters are in the keep of a small castle a days travel from the capital of Leodantis. Between here and the border between the Shadow Lands is a forest and a few, scattered villages and one town. A main road does run to the border, but it is no longer safe to travel on.
Not much is known about the Shadow Kingdom, other than it is dark and shadowy at the border. People do not come back from it.
Shadows: Beings dressed in entirely monochrome, with white skin and monochrome hair and eyes, that can only really move in shadow but have a shadow beast that can move in the light to attack for them. Shadow beasts are generally hideous in appearance, verging from dragon to even jellyfish like. The creatures are totally made of shadow, with steely armour. Each has its own unique ability.
Mages and Fighters: Being too dangerous to tackle alone, mercenaries work in a fighting pair consisting of a fighter, and a mage. The mage can light the shadows and also assist the fighter in battle, although the fighter shall be doing most of the work. Picking the right partner is essential. There have been many cases of fighters and mages killing each other and not their target.
Orchid-Runners: Similar to elevators, but horizontal and powered by magic, they criss-cross the lands at great speeds in an alternate dimension. With ports created at either end to cross dimensions. They can be of various sizes and speed types, depending on the power of the operating mages.
The one our Mercenaries are using is a low-class type that can hold up to eight people and will get you anywhere in under an hour.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 11:37 am
Rules
•Follow all Guild Rules •Yes, this is a long term RP. Yes, in that instance, activity will be needed. Try to post at least once a week, and notify me of any absences. Don't just join, post a couple of times and then leave. If you feel you wish to leave the RP, let me know. •Send applications via PM to Zennarion, and put the subject as 'Don't worry, Petal.' the rules have been read. •The Role Play will start once at least 4 characters have been filled. It is first come first served.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 12:00 pm
Profile Forms
Mercenaries: [b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Fighter or Mage: [/b]
[b]Corresponding Mage/Fighter:[/b] (Mage 1 goes with Fighter 1, etc.)
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Why do you want the money?:[/b]
[b]Weapon(s):[/b]
[b]Power(s):[/b] (Mages only - assisting magic only)
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] (a linked image or description)
[b]Theme Song:[/b] (Optional and just for fun)
Shadows and Orcs: [b]
Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b] (Shadow or Orc)
[b]Shadow Beast:[/b] (Shadows only, may include a description and linked image if you so choose)
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Weapon(s):[/b]
[b]Beast's Ability:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] (a linked image or description - remember what shadows look like)
[b]Theme Song:[/b] (Optional and just for fun)
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 6:45 am
Fighter 1:
Username: Zennarion
Name: Alvar Xanthe
Age: 20
Race: Human
Fighter or Mage: Fighter
Corresponding Mage/Fighter: Aria Celeste
Personality: He is a very cold person, but only towards people he doesn’t know. He is not very talkative, and rarely speaks. However, he will protect the people he cares about, and make sure that no one hurts them. He is very loyal, and won’t betray his friends.
Why do you want the money?: So he can give it to the people he owes money to.
Weapon(s): Two one handed swords.
Power(s): N/A
History:Alvar was born in a small village, it was hard to survive there if you didn’t know the rules of the town. Alvar‘s father helped him learn as he was one probably the strongest person in the town, and he knew just how to survive. You had to be a good gambler, and you had to be strong, just in case you lost, which his father rarely did, However, Alvar almost always lost, so he had to run and fight for his life, a lot. His father wasn’t proud of him, but at least he accepted him for who he was, and protected him. When his father died, he decided that it was time to travel out in the world, so he could get the money he needed, and pay the people he owed money to.
However, this was a lot harder than he had thought at first, it was a lot different from the world he knew. Being of little funds, he also found himself having to trick and steal to get money to survive which got him shunned and nearly killed in quite a few of his destinations. However, he found a village far away, Aria's home, and decided to settle there, and he quickly made some new friends.
Appearance: Alvar Xanthe
Theme Song: Heroes of our time - Dragonforce
Fighter 2:
Username: Asialk
Name: Menase
Age: 28
Race: Human
Fighter or Mage: Fighter
Corresponding Mage/Fighter:Mage 2: Nyoka
Personality: Though outwardly he appears to be made of stone it is imediately apparent how incorrect that appearance is once you actually begin talking to him. He is truly a flamboyant and airy person, whose eccentric personality and choice in company has caused him more than a little grief amongst his fellow mercenaries.
Why do you want the money?: The money and accompanying rewards will give me a chance to settle into the type of lifestyle I like, and let me chase my own fancies rather than work towards the goals of others.
Weapon(s): His main weapon is an exotic curved sword, secondarily he uses daggers of which he keeps two, and thirdly he uses hand to hand combat.
Power(s): None
History: Menase is a traditionally trained martial artist. He was raised and taught by monks from the age of four. Though they taught him their ways as a discipline, to help control the body and unlock potential in him, his nature led him to seek more. So after a series of rule breaking, involving challenging other students, training unsupervised, and even leaving the monastery to seek fights with others, he was expelled.
Being seventeen at the time he was head strong and of the opinion he could take care of himself. However he found out rather quickly that he needed help to survive. It was at this time that he fell in with a group of thugs from a crime syndicate. It was here that he met the man that became his sort of surrogate father. Naru was one of the head enforcers for their boss and for whatever reason had seen fit to take Menase as his protege. This man is where the eccentric personality that causes Menase so much grief came from. However this man also taught him how to use throwing knives and daggers, and even the sword he himself carried.
When Menase was 25 and had moved up through the ranks of the syndicate the next change in his life occurred. The syndicate was dismantled by the King and his men. All of the enforcers were killed, but Naru handed off his sword and told Menase to run. So new weapon in hand he made his escape, narrowly avoiding the king's soldiers. It wasn't long until he found another group to fit in with however. The mercenaries were the perfect outfit for him. He got paid to do what he loved and the money he received was more often than not out of the King's pocket. He has remained with the mercenary group for three years.
Appearance: Menase
Theme Song: Gackt - Redemption
Fighter 3:
Username: Plumbcrzy
Name: Hikaru Cyrus
Age: 27
Race: Human
Fighter or Mage: Fighter
Corresponding Mage: Motred Cyrus
Personality: A kind and helpful person, Hikaru is extremely protective of his brother and won't stand for anyone messing with him. He is extremely well-mannered and quite humble despite being a walking tank. Hikaru isn't one to give out his trust easily mostly because as kids all of the others would pick on and torment his brother. The only person Hikaru trusts is his brother and he only barley trusts the people who treat his brother kindly.
Why do you want the money?: To help his brother get to an island where it is rumored that great schools of magic are.
Weapon(s): A Katana, hidden knives, and his body
Power(s): None.
History:Ever since they were little, the twin brothers had been together, always welcome in each others company. Hikaru had been a down-to-earth kind of person thinking less of things that weren't real; being of the more physical kind, Hikaru always trained his body as well as his mind. Mortred seemed to be the opposite of him, being a day-dreamer and thinking of things like magic. All of the other kids their age had always treated his brother like an outcast for being "unrealistic" and being of such a scrawny build. This is where Hikaru's muscular build paid off as he began protecting his brother from all of the cruel people.
Hikaru always loved to pull pranks on others as a kid, always getting into trouble, though after his brother began to get teased and treated differently these pranks stopped. Through his years, Hikaru trained his body and as his brother trained in the way of the mage and became more distant, Hikaru followed suit. Hikaru began hating everyone as they were a potential threat to his brother's well-being, and always had the possibility of bringing his brother pain, be it physical or mental. Hikaru, however, grew to be kind, caring, though mostly towards his brother, and despite his size he began getting hurt a lot; though he wouldn't tell anyone the wounds he recived were due to his brothers fits of rage.
Hikaru watched as his brother trained through most of his life to be a mage and could do nothing but sit helplessness as all his brother's attempts at destructive magic failed causing his brother endless grief; Hikaru understood his brother's feelings and it was then that he changed his personality to being kind and caring. Even though they were close, Hikaru knew that he would not get any stronger by training on his own and left his brother to get training from masters. For over a year Hikaru trained hoping that when he got back his brother wouldn't completely hate him. Finally at the half of the second year Hikaru was returning to his home, and to his brother, when he got a letter from his brother, a letter saying that Motred needed his help. Hikaru rushed home thinking that something might be wrong and get the details of why his brother needed his help. Upon arriving Hikaru's brother told him that he needed help to get a flower and that if they returned with it they would get a huge reward that his brother would use to travel to a distant island where it was said great magic schools were. Hikaru accepted his brother's plea for help planning to give his half ot the reward to his brother.
Appearance: Hikaru
Fighter 4:
Mage 1:
Username: beckithewatermage
Name: Aria Celeste
Age: 20
Race: Human
Fighter or Mage: Mage
Corresponding Mage/Fighter: Alvar Xanthe
Personality: She is rather quiet and reserved, although will not hesitate to chide Alvar for his actions, or anyone else, for that matter. Despite this, she is very just, despite her trade, taking on an almost motherly instinct. However, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and with her magic, you would not want to risk it.
Why do you want the money?: It is not really the money she is after, but to be revered at her magic class above all other magical mercenaries.
Weapon(s): A wooden staff, topped with an amber gem. One of her father's fabrication, and one of the only things that he made that worked.
Power(s): She can up Alvar's speed, for he is very slow in attacking, also shield him if need be, but she takes the damage he shall sustain herself. She can light the darkness to spot shadows and can heal most minor wounds, otherwise she has a knowledge of various medicine to get her by from her mother.
History: She was born to a healer and an aspiring alchemist, although her father, the alchemist, died when she was rather young due to a failed concoction of his. She believes he may have been trying to make the philosopher's stone.
As her father had left them in a lot of debt from his alchemical exploits, more than her mother could pay back for with her trade, the mercenary guild whom she still works for trained her up under their own mage's wing, thinking that she had the magical ability to earn them quite a lot of coin in commission. Which of course she did, with the help of Alvar, whom she became paired with, and the two became very deft accomplices, despite their quite conflicting natures at times.
Now they set off to find the flower, and she hopes that her knowledge shall fare her well.
Appearance: Aria
Theme Song: The Desolate Smell of Earth
Mage 2:
Username: LeatrixSage
Name: Nyoka S’ven of Alderwood
Age: 27
Race: Human
Fighter or Mage: Mage
Corresponding Mage/Fighter:
Personality: There is a combination of ruthlessness and caring to Nyo that makes her difficult to pin down. Where as she has long been taught to have a respect for all living things, she has the ability to forgo those teachings for her new found sense of adventure. The power and freedom that comes with a purse full of silver and gold has become addicting; her love of fine silks and jewels only increasing her interest in finding her fortune. She is also outgoing and outspoken, never hesitating to giver her two cents on any subject, whether it is wanted or not. Not shy by any means, Nyoka is someone people either come to love, or hate passionately.
Why do you want the money?: For the life of comfort it offers, and the traveling she could do with that much money in her pocket.
Weapon(s): A thin, hand crafted staff from a willow tree tends to be her weapon of choice. A single green sapphire stone is tethered to the top, illuminating a soft, blue tinted glow. It’s not as showy as some mages like, but powerful. Though they tend to be little more than decoration, and for emergencies only, she alos keeps a Tanto and Dagger on her person at all times.
Power(s): She has cultivated primarily magics filtered through the element of Earth. Her specialty is in healing, but she is also capable of boosting the strength and stamina of her fighter, increasing the power of his/her attacks. She can also afford her fighter with a better sense of balance and a knowledge of what is around them through a connection with the earth. Sort of a radar sense of a small radius of the area through the vibrations of movement.
History: Nyo hails from a small tribe of Witches, Necromancers, and Spiritualists. Her skills she learned primarily from her Grandmother, as her parents were often off and gone on some assignment or another. Though her parents were both Necromancers, her Grandmother was a Witch that favored filtering her magics through the elements. Early attempts to teach Nyoka to wield the more destructive powers favored by the battle hardened Witch proved utterly disastrous; she just couldn’t control the more volatile elements. Though earth is capable of destruction as well, it was the healing properties Nyoka took to. It came as second nature, and Nyo ended up spending a good deal of her early years as an apprentice to a Spiritualist named Craven.
In her late teens, Nyo left with Craven to visit his childhood home, a small City near the capital that seemed like an entirely new world. Where their clothes, tattoos, piercing, and habits were common place in their tiny tribe - and even tolerable in most villages - Craven and Nyo were aliens amongst the finery of the civilized world.
While in the city, Nyo met a Priest called Lona, whom was only too happy to taken in the heathen and teach her to be more refined. Under her tutelage, Nyo honed her healing skills, took the opportunity to learn a few basic martial arts, and refined her knowledge of the common tongue. Over time she adapted the practices of the priest, witch, and spiritualist into a unique collection of subtle and yet powerful skills.
At twenty, with the blessings of her family and tribe, Nyoka left in search of her true name. It was chance that led her into a tavern that was a common place to find Mercenaries for higher. She came to know several Mages there, and became quickly seduced by the mystique of their lifestyle. Enchanted, she took up the title of Mage and began with small, simple jobs until her name became known and respected amongst other Mercenaries. The recent challenge of The Cyra Flower has brought her like a moth to the flame. And the reward isn’t half bad, either.
Appearance: Nyoka of Alderwood
Theme Song: Puscifer - Rev 22:20
Mage 3:
Username: Kacroth
Name: Mortred Cyrus
Age: 27
Race: Human
Fighter or Mage: Mage
Corresponding Mage/Fighter: Hikaru Cyrus
Personality: Mortred is incredibly arrogant, he likes to think that he is destined to be the greatest mage of all time. He always thinks that he's always the one with the right opinion, that he is the wisest and the most intelligent. Although he is not always wrong, he is filled with intelligence and wisdom, just not as much as he thinks he has. He is very intolerant of other people's company, except his brother's, he will be rude to other people and often not listen to what ehy have to say, unless his brother agrees with them, then he'll go along but wont like it.
Why do you want the money?: To get to the island where it is rumored that great schools of magic reside.
Weapon(s): None
Power(s): Can give his brother's weapon an extremely heated blade, making it easier to deal damage to his enemies. A barrier he puts up can knock back any enemy that tries to harm his brother, at the expense of the same happening to himself. Through his mind he can give his brother warnings of attacks that he might not be able to see himself. He can somewhat heal his brothers wounds, but the ability is only effective on more then scratches and bruises out of combat. He can also amplify the physical strength of another to increase the damage they might be able to cause.
History: Ever since they were little, the twin brothers had been together, always welcome in each others company. Mortred had been a daydreamer, thinking of the less physical things in life, his brother didn't appear to share the same idea's as him. But the other children their age had always treated him like an outcast for being 'unrealistic' and being of such a scrawny build. Usually he ignored them, and his larger brother protected him from their taunts.
He had been a naturally good kid, but as he aged and learned of the art of his magic, he became more distant, and his mood changed. Mortred began to hate everyone's company, except his brothers, although that exception didn't show. He became callous, arrogant, isolated and had increasingly frequent tantrums of anger. Although he studied all that he could, his magic couldn't go beyond that of helping his brother fight, he had heard of a school in a distant land across the sea, where nothing but a boat could reach, not even an orchid runner. It was rumored that more, destructive, schools of magic were taught there and could the supply of the power he hungered for.
The waters to the island were long an dangerous, and not many went there. Every captain he asked refused, but eventually he found one, that asked for a very hefty fee. After he heard about the flower, he asked his brother to go with him to find it, the funds given as a reward could satisfy both of their needs. Even if these rumors were only tales, he would still go the distance required to find out of they were true.
Appearance: Mortred
Mage 4:
Username: The Chipmunk Scourge
Name: Wren Fudd
Age: 24
Race: Human
Fighter or Mage: Mage
Corresponding Mage/Fighter:
Personality: Err, not good. Wren never really got the hang of being brave when he was training to be a fighter, and never really got the cunning down when he decided he was probably better off away from the people hitting, throwing and generally trying to slaughter him. After finding out the Mage-dom generally consisted of people trying to kill you in slightly more imaginative ways, he tried to quit and join the clergy, only to be held back by the slight problem of being an atheist.
Surprisingly, despite his cowardice, Wren isn’t an altogether bad guy; “endearing” and “funny” are words often used to describe him. Usually “liar” and “cheat” follow not long afterwards, but you can’t win them all.
To offset his admittedly large amount of bad personality, he has an unexpected bonus of being loyal. Stupidly so, some might say, but along with his in human luck and trusting nature, it’s kept him alive.
Why do you want the money?: To pay off the rather angry Tavern owner who has some rather Orcish looking thugs following, settle some other, less urgent debts, and the move somewhere far, far away from such tempting downfalls.
Weapon(s): A pouch slung haphazardly over his shoulder containing a large assortment of herbs and potions that can burn, explode and poison, and with a lot more effort heal. A baldric of throwing knives hidden under his coat, and a short sword at his waist.
Power(s): Very good at spells of confusion, unseeing and sleep. When assisting his fighter in battle, he tends to concentrate on shields, and distracting over assailants.
History: Born into a rich family, Wren made it to 16 before being disowned after several scandals. Following a friend he then snuck out of the city in an acrobatic troupe, believing no one would come looking for a runaway child in the circus. After two, surprisingly enjoyable years he left after accidentally killing a lion. He then enlisted in the Army, after being recruited by an old friend who though his acrobatic ability could make him a fine soldier. After showing an unprecedented lack of bravery when faced with larger, meaner looking opponents and an amazing agility when running away, Wren was transferred into the Mages Academy, here he managed to stay until he was 22, his skill with herbs really is somewhat amazing considering his track record.
Once free he joined an old friend and did quite well at being a mercenary, as long as they were far from bars and brothels. Hearing about the large reward for finding some Orb, Wren and his companion arrived near the end of the speech, missing most of the dangerous parts, and tailed some smart looking fellow mercenaries.
Appearance: Wren
Theme Song: My Patch – Jim Noir
Shadow 1:
Username: Kacroth
Name: Tyreal Mephiles
Age: 34
Race: Shadow
Shadow Beast: A large black dog with steel plating on the head and back that goes along the sides of the main body. (Big enough to ride on, which he does)
Personality: Tyreal is very quiet and doesn't like to talk to others, when he does he keeps it short and brief and doesn't like to waste time. When he talks to Bael he seems to be more friendly, but never to anybody else. If he spends time to talk in a battle he'll be arrogant and taunting, trying to get onto his opponents nerves and make them do something they'll regret.
Weapon(s): Metal claws that slip on like gloves. Metal spikes that sick out on each toe of his feet.
Beast's Ability: Fire breathing.
History: Tyreal grew up with his shadow beast, Bael, all his life, it was given to him as his companion at birth and has been his closest friend all his life. He spent most of his time alone after his brother left him to go serve some greater purpose, as most did of their species.
Eventually, his greater purpose became to protect the Cyra Flower, and he has lived in the forest ever since. His long time spent in the forest has given him ample time to train himself and Bael to hide and be stealthy in the trees.
Appearance: Tyreal
Very skinny, very agile. Black clothes go to wrists and ankles. Claws are attached to a belt when not on his hands, and boots always have the clawed toes.
Theme Song: ------
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Shadow 3:
Orc 1:
Orc 2:
The king:
Username: beckithewatermage
Name: Zetsumei, King of the Shadows
Age: Zetsumei appears timeless, although his appearance looks to be in its early to late twenties.
Race: Shadow
Shadow Beast: It is unknown. All those who have seen it have not lived to tell the tale.
Personality: Zetsumei is very vain, and a man of appearances. However, his sense of what is beauty is a little distorted, he may sometimes look upon the cries of a tortured man in the same way as a masterpiece. He is very calm and calculated, and can carry out even the most abhorrent of tasks without even blinking. However, he can be very jealous, and this can sometimes could his judgement. If you best him, he will do whatever it takes to smite you back.
Weapons: He carries an onyx sceptre, with a sharpened purple jewel at the top.
Beast's Ability: Unknown
History: Zetsumei was born in the shadows. They are all he can recall. It is said that he formed the rest of his people, either that or his age places him around the creation of the land. But this is just rumour, and even the man himself does not know of his beginnings, just that he has always been in power, and that people have always been happy to obey his command.
The man likes to think of himself as a fair leader, and indeed, after the human-orc conflict and the enslavement of the orcs, the Shadow realm has seen much prosperity using the flower and their new slave labour in their brutish prisoners. But the countless forays into his realm by humans hoping to take his prize of the Cyra Flower grates on Zetsumei's temper. There shall be a battle in the shadow realm once more, and its borders shall grow.
Appearance: Zetsumei
Theme Song: A Hard Fight and Then Hope
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 6:49 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 6:50 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 9:01 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 12:32 pm
Aria was stood with her back to the wall, watching as the grizzled, half-drunk man spoke. A flower. Just a simple flower. Well, truly, it wasn't just a simple flower, for it had won them a war back in the day, but surely it was a bit of a petty wedding gift? And for the groom? The bride, maybe, women liked flowers, but even still. Not that she was going to make her questioning or cynicism apparent to the world, even though she was sure the other mercenaries around her were thinking the same thing. A flower may be a rather stupid thing to risk your life for, but a flower at that price tag and there were no questions asked.
The mage leaned her head back upon the stone surface behind her, looking up at the ceiling. Her staff acted more as a walking stick, or aid for support, as her palm rested upon the amber gem at its tip, picking slightly at the leather straps that attached it to the rest of the wooden staff. Her father had made it, and her father, indeed, had had many ramblings on the Crya flower. Many ramblings that her mother told him off for, actually, telling him that his ideas were foolish, and also incredibly dangerous, which was what most of his ideas were in the first place. Him blowing himself up didn't help in persuasion that his ideas were otherwise, either. Poor father. He only meant well, yet unfortunately his alchemical expertise did not meet with his enthusiasm. She looked down at her father's only (save a few other) triumphs, before giving a small sigh, and turning her gaze to the armoured, raven haired man next to her, Alvar Xanthe.
She had met the man around two years previously, around the same time as they were picking up their lives, and their house after her father's unfortunate accident. Injury to both her mother and herself had been minor, only a small burn upon her leg remained, whitening to a scar. Her mother's healing ointments had thankfully removed most other singes. Alvar had been, well, almost in hiding, to put it bluntly, after all, he was shying away from some hefty debts. She was trying to rebuild their house and reputation - and the guild she was involved in didn't exactly help matters either. To put it bluntly, they both needed money and to earn respect again. It was a match made in heaven.
Tightening her purple bandanna a bit more around her blond locks to save them falling out of place, she began to speak to him. "What do you think?" she asked, intrigued, "it sounds risky, but if we pull it off, then the rewards are huge enough for the both of us. The solution to both of our problems in one job", she paused for a moment and gave a small smile, "and it isn't through shady business, which I can't say about our last few thoroughfares. Unless there is an awful catch we have not been told." She looked around the room, to the other mercenaries. Some seemed to be finding new partners, others looked old hands at the whole partnering game. And it was the old hands she was most worried about, for she was sure they were going to be the first to the orchid runners. "If we are going to go Al, we need to decide soon. Some look like they are getting a move on. Well, the ones that aren't quarrelling."
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 9:17 pm
Tyreal Mephiles  Blackness, from everywhere, it surrounded him and allowed him to see nothing. The darkness was interrupted by a lurching feeling, making him open eyes to see the shadows of the forest before him. Tyreal smiled and scratched behind the ear of the dog that was carrying him, simultaneously straightening up as he sat on the giant dogs back. "Be careful Bael, don't want you to go tripping and hurting us both do we?" A heavy breathe came as a response from the beast, making him grin for a moment and stroking his hand along the creatures cheek.
They'd been out here in this forest for a while, nothing exciting had happened as of late. A few hunters came through ever now and again, those that dared to try hunting in this forest. They were easy prey and there was no sport in them, making the past decade boring for Tyreal.
He wasn't confined to the forest itself, but he liked it there, even with the boredom. There was some peace and quiet about this place that he had made home, a peace that fitted his personality and dislike for other people. Bael growled lowly to get his attention, a large amount of leaves, branches and vines where in his way.
The beast would be fine, but Tyreal was higher up and would have an annoying trip through them. In reaction to the growl, he pulled his claws off his belt and slipped them on his hands, slashing his way through the natural obstacle. Bael looked up for a moment and let out a loud bark, the shadow smiled and placed his claws back on his belt. "I feel it too, we shouldn't be alone for too much longer."
(If anything is wrong there just tell me.)
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 1:52 pm
"Success produces success...
 Alvar smiled slightly as he heard her words, and then slowly moved out at the others. "Yeah... It is risky... But im willing to take the chance... I mean... It would be more dangerous for me to not get the money... There a lot of people looking for me, and i owe most of them money... The others just want their revenge for something i did in the past..." He mumbled before he then let out a sigh. He really needed those money... In fact, his life depended on it. Of course he could just kill the people he owed money, like he did in the past, but he wasn't like that anymore... He had changed... Into something better. Of course, a lot of people would judge him on his past, but he was going to prove them wrong, he wasn't like that anymore.
He had been traveling for years now, but this would probably be his hardest journey ever, he knew that it would be hard, and probably also with a lot of though opponents, but he was ready, he would fight no matter what. It wasn't like he had any choice anyways. Either he would be killed trying, or he would get killed killed by the people trying to get him. "How long do you think it will take for us to get that flower?" He asked her with a slight smile upon his lips. "Do you think we'll get it... Or die trying?!" He asked her with a light chuckle. Of course, he wasn't going to let her die, and he knew that she wouldn't let him die, but it was still going to be though. "They look tough... But the question is... Are they though enough to make it?" He asked her with a smile upon his lips.
...just as money produces money
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 3:59 pm
 “Earldom, vould yu believe t'at? Viri tal. A title, to make yu land rich, and t'en money to sweeten de deal a little. I am not sure I believe et. Vhy vould t'ey give mercinaries, black'earts, and t'ieves a title? Bleso!” Nyoka rambled off into the language of her tribe; an odd mix of Elvin and Tree-Speak that they favored for the power of the words.
“Et es too good ta-be true,” she added in Common Tongue. Menase had long ago become accustomed to her dual language habits, a quick study, and had learned it quickly. Still, she made the effort to speak in the common tongue as much as possible, despite the thick accent born of Tree-Speak.
Her eyes swept over her companion, and then around at the so many others. There was more competition than usual on this particular venture. Not that mercenaries ever really got along outside their private little groups, but this particular venture might rack up a few deaths from friendly fire.
The bangles that were ever-present on her wrists jingled a light litany as she pushed a stray strand of silver hair back where it belonged. Even here, she felt the separation between herself and the people of this great city. They were all so pale, in contrast to her honey and amber colored skin. And so many dressed in layers and layers of fabric, keeping as much of that creamy skin of there's hidden from the sun and elements. Menase, at least, had long since been darkened by the sun. It made him much more comfortable. Sometimes she found herself wondering how it was that he ended up looking so like her people rather than his own?
Though, she supposed, if she gave up the brightly colored silks and cottons and tingling silver bracelets, necklaces, arm bands and various other bits, perhaps she would feel less obvious?
The thought made her grin. It was a piece of home in the middle of a strange land with strange people and ever stranger customs. Elves she had known, and Eladrin, end even Ents. But these civilized men, and their various cousins and collections… they baffled her at times.
Particularly the females.
With a sigh, she stood from her crouch, fetching up her staff a moment before nudging her companion. He stood head and shoulders above her none-too shabby height of five-eleven. But oddly, Menase had never seemed like more than a giant child in Nyoka‘s mind. Utterly harmless… well, at least to her.
“We aught ta-be movink, yu know.” The little jewel dangling from her staff glowed brightly as she stretched, and then dimmed again as she relaxed. “Ainaak oleny, terad minan vigyazak. Yu are not goink to stand t'ere all dea, are yu?”
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 5:48 pm
 Menase Had never really enjoyed listening to the gruff briefs given in the mercenary profession. He much preferred the intimate settings chosen by crime bosses. They always made an effort to keep it quiet and as unobtrusive as possible to avoid being caught. Here it was the exact opposite, loud obnoxious, and certainly in no way did it avoid notice. Something about getting this many warriors together would always attract attention.
However it was this or the dungeons. At least this way he remained anonymous. The only one in this bunch who knew his full name was his partner Nyoka, and she could scarcely pronounce it. He chuckled to himself as he thought this, the sound tinkling through the air like alto bells. This drew stares from the guys to his left. They were sure to be making fun of him any moment now. But they were new, they didn't know yet. However their joking was cut short by the end of the brief.
He heard Nyoka speaking to him and immediately his mind switched tack. It was still took something close to effort for him to catch everything, but happily he had gotten this far rather quickly. "Indeed that is a handsome prize. One worthy of two simpletons such as you and I," he laughed aloud the sound again ringing on the air, though this time in a baritone.
"Can you picture the looks on the nobles' faces when the two of us hold title? Ah that alone is prize enough to bring back that flower." she nudged him and spoke again, this time his ears translated perfectly. 'Hurry up, or we can kiss that title goodbye.' He smiled again as he quickly stood and stretched in every direction, easing his limbs into the loosened state he needed to fight. Quickly he grabbed the bag sitting next to him and slung it over his shoulder. Inside were all the maps and different information and supplies they had obtained together. He checked that his weapons were all present and secure then led the way to the Orchid Jumper. Only two had beaten them there. He stepped in followed shortly thereafter by Nyoka.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 7:34 am
Nyo didn’t seem to register the others there. She simply found her corner and crouched down. The fragile looking staff in her hands rested against her left shoulder. Too keep them from being stepped on, she drew the small, twin, ankle-length braids of hair over her right shoulder to rest. They would be wait for a while, no doubt. So few went to those little gatherings, already prepared to move. At least three or four more occupants would slowly trickle into the runner before their journey would begin.
Bored, and yet strangely tense, Nyo began humming softly to herself. It was a tune she often sang when nervous, giving her mind something else to focus on. The little healing chant floating through her thoughts on the rhythmic thrums of sound. It brought a simple peace to the mind, a focus that allowed one to forget the trivial thoughts that swarmed the mind and concentrate on the things that really mattered. For Nyo, it allowed her to push out the nervous excitement for the journey and feel as calm and coldly calculating as her exterior suggested.
For those around her, the effect was similar, and subtle. When not used in actual healing, the chant brought an aura of peace and contentment. Most wouldn’t even notice the tiny thread of magical influence on the notes. It was an insurance policy. She knew that a bounty this large was going to bring in many whom were willing to kill their own kind to get that flower back in time. After all, she was one of them. However, she was not going to allow that to happen so soon.
The little litany repeated itself over and again on her lips as others slowly trickled into the runner. Menase, she knew, was far more sociable than she. She watched him, expecting him to find an ear to chat off eventually. It never failed to amuse her, how people reacted to him. She supposed he could be off-putting in his appearance. But, his voice seemed to butcher that pervious illusion. Particularly that high-pitched giggle that seemed to sometimes escape him. She preferred the rich baritone that came with his true mirth, though that odd giggle was strangely endearing. His voice, like his laugh, often seemed to shift between the two ranges. When content and chatty, it seemed to arc a little high. When in battle, angry, or serious, it swooped low again.
She grinned slightly, shaking her head. If she had come to know the man that well, perhaps they had been partnered for too long. As a habit, she kept people at a distance. In this business, even your friend was your enemy. Or, so was the general law of things. It seemed so few made true bonds with those they worked with. Mayhap she was just lucky.
A throaty chuckle briefly interrupted her humming.
And then, the tune started over again.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 12:19 pm
Tyreal Mephiles He waited for a moment before turning his head back to the black and green mass behind him, the shadowy forest that was his home. Tyreal didn't know how he could tell, he just could, he knew that people would be on their way soon, and he wanted to give them the proper welcoming party. Giving Bael a light tug by the fur on the side of his face, the great dog turned and started to move forward.
Originally he started off with his slow plod, but eventually he started to move faster, making fast leaps and galloping through the trees. To balance himself, Tyreal moved his sitting position back and places his hands on the sides of the metal armor. He never wanted to have a saddle for this dog, he figured it would be better training for him, both physical and mental, to learn to ride in each of his paces bareback.
Of course if he ever needed to hold on, the rims of the armor weren't sharp to he could grab onto them to steady himself. He had adapted to using his left eye to see everything, but in situations like this it was Bael who had to see not him. His eye patch was a symbol of failure, while he was training he was punished for his many mistakes and lost and eye in the process.
He was glad to be out of training now, free from all the loud mouthed, cruel instructors. "Not too far in my friend, we need to keep it close enough for us to catch them straight away." If he wanted to get them straight away, by meaning of as soon as they land, he would have to use Bael alone, but if he was in a deeper part of the forest with no escape from the shadow then he could conquer them with both their talents. He smiled wildly at the thought of bloodshed as he rode the dog through the forest.
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