Introduction
But all things come to an end. Though history does not record the fall of its great civilisation, its repercussions are still being felt today. History became as myth, and the world was plunged into the Age of Darkness.
Now, in the Age of Discovery history is about to repeat itself.
(This RP takes place in the world of Altaea.)
Reviews
Music wrote:I would give this RP such a high rating even if I hadn't participated in it. You all have done a great job of both developing your characters spectacularly as well as portraying them in such a way. The plot is character-driven, but, at the same time, that makes it all the better. It allows characters to truly behave as they would in reality, rather than following a script. In addition, the options presented to the RPers in the OOC help move the story forward. The setting is well-developed and important to the characters and the overall experience. Meanwhile, posts are filled with interesting style and proper mechanics. The one piece of advice I could give is to break up longer paragraphs into shorter segments so that readers don't look at it and immediately stop trying to read under the 'tl;dr' mentality. All in all, an excellent RP, and I would highly encourage anyone who loves fantasy RPs to ask about application!
Tiko wrote:I found this RP to be quite well written. The posts were thoughtful, well done and assisted in furthering the story as a group. The characters themselves were well designed, providing insight into them as individuals, and they had distinct and identifiable personalities without dragging the story down. The plot is eye catching and serves to hook both the players and the readers in without revealing too much too early. The lack of full information leaves a reader or a player wanting to find out what happens next, and keeps the story moving forward. It creates depth and levels of information that you have to explore to discover. The included wiki provided plenty of background information into the world that was a nice added touch that assists readers in understanding what's going on, as well as provides information for players to build off from. The only thing I didn't give a max rating to was mechanics. While the posts very well done, and cleanly written, there were [i]many[/i] spelling errors that simply running posts through a spellchecker would have caught. Overall though, I found this RP to be very enjoyable to read through, even though I myself am not a player. It has a lot of promise, and I hope to see it continue to be a successful game for all involved.
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The man, the one with the bird, beckoned the orc to approach their group. Which ordinarily, he would have loved to do, but in his mind he had more important matters to attend to. Osefi's tree trunk legs pushed him to his feet, his chainmail swishing softly with the movement of its wearer. At his full height, the rafters hung just above his head, this, coupled with his equally large wingspan meant he would have an easy opportunity to grab and surprise whoever or whatever was hiding in the shadows. But, as we all are surely aware, this isn't how orc operate.
"Let shadows no longer cloak your form, coward." The commanding bellow drowned out all other sound in the enclosed space; and in its wake a dead silence filled the space left behind. Many of the patrons wore looks of horror or disgust, as if they expected Osefi to fly into a bloodlust. Uninterested in the squishies in plain sight he returned his gaze to the shadowy ceiling "If you have any sense of honor, you will make yourself know, intruder." He spoke again, waiting for a reaction from the shadows.
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Just then the large orc rose from his seat, bellowing a challenge to the heavens. The place fell silent as the assembled revellers began plotting a course for the exit. Many assumed him drunk and when he fell silent again they cautiously returned to their previous activities.
"Hmm, tonight just keeps getting more interesting, doesn't it?" Caim mused aloud.
Around the table next to Gilly a few men whispered under their breath as though afraid of attracting bad omens.
"They say he took another town just this week. A place west from here." One man uttered ominously.
"You don't say? Where?" Another leaned in, his voice eage, but carrying a fearful edge to it.
"Ostreincast." The first man replied.
"Impossible." A third spat. "Ostreincast is a fortress. It'd take more than just one man to take its walls." But he too spoke with an uncertainty that begged for confirmation.
"But he is no ordinary man. They say that the sword he wields is the sword of certain victory. And that he who wields it is invincible in battle even against an army." The first corrected his companion.
"And besides, what's worse than the Crimson Knight is the host that follows him. Creatures from the darkest pits of the Rift they say. Straight from the bowels of Altaea." The noise of the tavern began to drown them out as Vincent began to feel the effects of Rohin's toxin.
"See. I told you." He stood proudly upright, his hands on his hips in triumph. "Nothing but a charlatan..." Though he barely had time to finish the sentence before he fell into reverie. "Nothing, but a filthy..." He trailed off, his lips spreading in a contented grin before he collapsed to the floor in a sprawl, laughing inanely as his eyes stared out at shapes and colours known only to him.
"That's my cue." Caim stood wearily, parting the crowds with his great arms, brushing people aside with the same ease a farmer would part his crops. "Excuse me everyone." He apologised as he lifted Vincent over his shoulder. "It looks like you met your match this time, friend." He laughed. He turned to Rohin. "He'll be alright, won't he?" He asked before setting his friend down in his seat. Vincent didn't resist, slumping lazily into his seat with a lazy chuckle.
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She gazed upward, with only the dim moonlight and the bright fires from inside each building to guide her path. She had no way of knowing what she was looking at, upon catching sight of the signs, since she couldn't read anything except for numbers. Instead, she had to see the pictures alongside the strange symbols to understand what building she was looking at.
Her dream had been true. That was all that she knew. And so she was completely numb.
Past the alchemist, the medicine-man, the tailor, the shoemaker... the point of the simple dagger strapped on her thigh caught on her bent leg, causing her to wince, then fix the problem. Her eyes were watering, partly from pain, partly from heartache, partly from exhaustion. As terrible as the evening's events had been for her, a portion of her just wanted to find the inn so that she could get a good night's rest before figuring out what to do.
The callous, intelligent bitch that kept the female dark elf alive and kicking told her that this would be wise; there was very little that she could do for herself in such a state of shock and pain. In the morning, she could return to the spot and discover if there was anything left to help her, now that she was alone in this world.
But she didn't have any coin. That was a problem.
She let herself drift on this notion, taking her mind away from the tragedy. She could easily earn her coin. Find a rich man, cut his purse, was one solution. Unfortunately, that was dictated by fate, as to whether she would meet such an individual. There was always gambling, where she could find a way to cheat, or even win honestly. But somehow that didn't appeal to her.
And, then, there was the attractively slutty attire that she had on under her golden cloak (which might have brought her some cash, were it not ripped). She could pose as a whore at the nearest bar. Of all the ways to earn money for a night's sleep, this seemed the best option, even if it wasn't a good one.
She considered the two choices. Sleep with a strange man, or sleep in the nearest alleyway.
The dark elf decided that she would make her decision later. After all, maybe the goddess would take mercy on her and provide someone who would pity her current state.
Finally, limping even more heavily, the dark elf saw a mug of ale on the signpost above a well-lit building. A bar. Hobbling to the door, she pulled it open, rasping in pain...
...and fell on the ground. Though conscious, she couldn't walk any further.
Maybe that cut on her leg had been worse than she had thought.
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"Give it up, V! You'll fall and break your neck, is all!" One of the soldiers laughed. The large-built man looked down at him, only to be reminded of the mug of ale on his forehead.
"Hey, you bast - oh, no, no, no, don't fa - aaaaargh!!!" He cried out as the mug of ale slipped from his face and landed right on the soldier, showering him in ale, causing another storm of laughter to rage through the group of soldiers. Vinsces looked down at the man for a moment before letting out a burly laugh as he gulped down one of the mugs of ale. He jumped down, and almost crushed the soldier when hugging his shoulders friendlily with one of his gigantic arms. "Sorry, sorry, friend. Bwahahahahahahaha." With that, he began drinking from the other mug as well. Another soldier shouted:
"Hey, Vinsces! Don't just sit there! You're the center of the party! Get up there and tell your story again!"
"Right you are!" Vinsces agreed. "The tale of how Vinsces the Great, and Godfrey the Glorious defeated a dozen bandits! So, we were on patrol along the highway, searching for bandits, me and Godfrey here, along with, well, six or so nameless soldiers. In time, we come across an inn. Our friends went in..." At this, he raised his tankard dramatically, and gulped deeply from it. After lowering it again, he continued: "We're about to enter too, when all of a sudden, a woman comes running, followed by some very, very ugly men with swords!" He made an overly dramatic face at the thought of the ugly men. Suddenly, he jumped back up on the table, ignorant of the smiling face painted on his chiseled abs - and the effect it had on the giggling soldiers - and struck a dramatic posture. Godfrey snatched a broom from a nearby wall, and tossed it to him, as Vinsces continued: "They are bandits, I can tell, for I'm an expert! So, we grab our spears..." He caught the broom, and used it as a spear. "...and we tell them to halt. They do not. Instead, they attack! Godfrey!"
Godfrey picked up another broom, and launched it towards the drunk spearman, who deflected his attack skillfully. The two engaged in a mock spearfight under the laughs of the surrounding soldiers, though despite their drunkenness, one could tell both were very skilled. Godfrey got the upper hand against the mercenary, forcing Vinsces to retreat, until the soldier had climbed the table, and Vinsces had reached the edge of it.
"It looks like this is the end for the legendary Vins....hey, wait a second, you bastard! That's not how the story ended!" Suddenly angered, Vinsces pointed an accusing finger at his friend, before slipping, and falling off the table, once more to the laughter of the soldiers, who applauded the show the two had put on. Vinsces stood up, confused for a second, then laughing burlily once more: "Bwahahahaha! I need more ale!"
He stood up, and, broom still in hand, stumbled towards the bar, oblivious of the commotion that was occurring. All of a sudden, he stumbled into something that felt like a wall. He looked forward - then up - way, up - and began to growl: "Hey, you bastard, watch where you're g-" As he looked up, he laughed out once more. "Bwahahahaha! I'm joking, brother!" Looking at a giant of an orc, he slapped the humanoid heavily across the back with his giant, muscled arm, (though his hand just barely reached beyond the orc's butt, saving him from a possibly embarrasing misunderstanding) gesturing towards the bar. "Come here, brother! Let me buy you an ale! From one giant to another! Bwahahahahaha!"
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"I am Murdoch Olltha," He started, his tone polite and the look on his face bland and ordinary. "And her name," he then said, gesturing towards the creature in front of him, while speaking again. "Is Bird."
A simple name, and a name that made sense. Why give it an odd or idiotic name when you could call it what it was. There was no point in trying to give it a human name either, although he'd had plenty ideas at first. In the end, he had just called it Bird. "You travel long ways?" was his next question.
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Instead, the old orcs face burst into a grin as the drunken soldier clapped him on the back insisting he purchase Osefi an ale, guffawing the whole time. Who was an orc to say no? It had been his original intention to eat, drink and be merry anyway the distraction in the ceiling could wait.
"Fair 'nuff, friend. Long as you promise to keep that broom where I can see it." The towering orc joked as he allowed himself to be lead to the bar. It was almost like his old halfling master spoke through Osefi sometimes, a personality so contagious it had all but overwritten his own.
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"I like you, brother! You've got wits and a sharp tongue! Bwahahahaha!" He accompanied the orc up to the bar, and, leaning the broom next to him almost as if it had been his own spear, caught the attention of one of the bar maids: "Oi, sister, two of the largest ale you can muster for me and my enormous new friend!" The woman looked at him in surprise, and then tried to stifle a giggle, and subsequently, failed miserably, bursting out laughing. Vinsces looked at her stupidly, then, looking down at his torso, realized the source of the amusement, and let out another burly laugh.
Soon after, the bar maid returned with two large pitchers of ale.
"The bar keep says it's on the house, Sir Vinsces...for the entertainment you provided." She said before hurrying away, trying not to laugh again.
"Bwahahahahaha!" Vinsces laughed, either ignorant of or amused by the fact she had laughed at him, as he raised his ale towards the orc. "I'm Vinsces, brother, Vinsces of Vorst! And what might your name be?"
He continued by adding:
"Let's be friends, brother! We giants should stick together! Bwahahahahaha!" Laughing at some obscure joke that most likely only seemed funny in his own head, Vinsces heaved several deep gulps of the ale before slamming the tankard into the bar disk with a loud and satisfied sigh.
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Was that?
Caim peered over, trying to catch a glimpse of the man in the centre of the rabble. Then, as the drunken soldier stumbled out into the orc, he could see clearly.
"Vinsces!" Caim called out, heading over to the bar where the man and his new orcish friend were standing. He waded through the crowds of people, many of whom barely reached his chest. He slapped the man on the back heartily. "Vinsces! I hadn't suspected I'd see you so soon." He greeted his old friend. "In fact after all that business with the merchant of Usea I didn't expect to run into you for a long time. I thought you'd be laying low in some distant port with one of your women." He laughed.
During the clamour and excitement a cloaked figure entered the tavern and stood by the door, scanning the crowds. The heavy folds of their cloak obscured the lines of their figure, telling nothing of what lay beneath save that they were short, perhaps only five and a half feet. As the figure lifted its head to observe, one could make out the lower half of a woman's face, with small pink lips and a delicate chin. The rest of her face was obscured by the shadow of her hood.
Eria's eyes locked on Rohin and she stood for a moment, simply staring at him as the other patrons moved around her. Like a stature locked in place she alone seemed immovable amidst the tumult of the busy tavern.
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Outside one of the serving girls emptied a large pot of water from the kitchen. She stood back from the pot, resting against the frame of the door for a second and wiped her brow before gazing out into the night and the fields beyond the road. There she spied a shape, like a pile of rags cast peculiarly on the side of the road. Her curiosity piqued, she approached cautiously, kneeling down beside the bundle. It moved and the girl fairly tumbled onto her behind in shock. And a face turned to her. A beautiful young woman with obsidian skin.
"There's someone hurt outside!" The girl yelled out as she scrambled inside the tavern, beckoning over several able bodied men who rushed to her aid.
"Might have something to do with that burnt out caravan we passed a while back." One of the merchants muttered.
"There's rumours of bandits in this area." Another voice chimed in.
"So close to the city? They're getting more brazen by the day." The conversation died down as the men carried the injured girl inside. Though upon seeing her in the light of the fire, much of their anxious concern turned to contempt.
"A dark one." One of the men spat. They set her by the fire. "Bad omens..."
"Probably one of the bandits." And with that all sympathy for the girl disappeared.
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The large man from across the room, who apparently knew Vinsces, approached. Having closed the distance it was clear that Osefi's eyes had not deceived him. The man was impressive, significantly larger than Vinsces himself to whom Osefi had just toasted as a giant. After allowing the man to reintroduce himself to the spearman Osefi interjected, the twinkle in his dark eyes making evident his jest "It would seem, Vinsces, you'd better hand your tankard over, what with us drinking to giants and all." with a single thick finger he gestured to the barmaid for a refill for all three of them.
As the still giggling maid poured their drinks Osefi returned his attention to his new acquaintance "I was just telling Vinsces my name, stranger. Tis Osefi, always a pleasure to meet another hulking brute such as myself."
A scream from outside put introductions to a stop once more as an injured traveler was drug inside and lain upon the table. At first due to the massive amount of rags the creature wore it was impossible to tell just what occupied them. Speculation arose from those nearest the body, talk of bandits and even worse. Through the crowd, Osefi caught a single glance of the smooth darkened skin in the firelight. Dark Elf.
The looks of concern for their fellow man quelled, many of the humans acted as if coming out of a trance. Speaking as if the hurt soul was a bandit itself. This was typical of humans Osefi thought angrily. Their own xenophobia and ignorance holding back compassion for other living things. Years spent warring with foes of every shape and size had taught the orc this was nothing new. Irritated, Osefi shoved his way to the broken body, there were no cries of protest. Another undesirable personality trait of humans, unwilling to stand up against a seemingly insurmountable foe. Though in this case, he supposed he shouldn't be complaining, it allowed him to traverse the tavern in seconds flat.
"Out of the way, you sorry lot." His gruff voice commanded at a group of gossiping merchants, including the one with the ornate saber who had entered at the same time as Osefi. It didn't take a doctor to realize the poor girl was in a bad way. "This one is in dire need of healing." Orcin eyes scanned the room for anything resembling a physician before his gaze settled on Rohin, the magician who had been entertaining at the bar earlier. "You there, magi!" Osefi called out "You surely know a healing spell or two, come peddle your craft."
It wasn't so much a request as it was an order. Osefi only hoped he wouldn't have to exert force to get these lazy humans to stop dragging their feet to save one who didn't share their skin color and culture.
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"Bwahahahahaha! If I wanted to lay low I would have to dig a pit, old friend!" Vinsces laughed as he dunked his hand into his old friend's back, placing his arms over both men's shoulders. "It's a grand night tonight, I say! It must be fate to meet so many of my fellow giants in one night! It makes me want to dance!" For a moment he contemplated mounting the bar and start dancing, but decided against it with another: "Bwahahahaha!", instead flexing his abs to the barmaid in a way that made the face painted on it move. She turned away, blushing and stifling another giggle while he guffawed once again.
"It would seem, Vinsces, you'd better hand your tankard over, what with us drinking to giants and all." Osefi joked, as he gestured for more ale. Vinsces let out one of his laughs at that.
"Bwahahahaha! What I lack in stature, I make up for in spirit, my gigantic friend!"
"I was just telling Vinsces my name, stranger. Tis Osefi, always a pleasure to meet another hulking brute such as myself." The orc introduced himself to Caim. The manner in which he did it earned him another burly laugh from Vinsces, who showed his agreement by offering another toast to "Hulking brutes like us".
A sudden scream made all three giants turn around only to see a group of merchants enter the tavern carrying an unconscious body wrapped in clothes and a hood that masked the person's face. An eerie silence spread in the tavern as they put her down on the table. And then, as her black skin was exposed, the atmosphere turned in an instant from concern to disgust and racism, with accusations of banditry being thrown carelessly around. Vinsces' new-found friend wasn't pleased when the humans left the unconscious woman to herself, and began to force his way through them towards her while threatening them and calling for a magician or doctor.
Vinsces, too, seemed to quickly clear from his drunkenness as he stood up, and growled at the merchants that had abandoned the dark elf, infuriated by their arrogance:
"Oi, you bastards!" He clenched his large fist as he took a threatening step towards the men, ready to go into a rampage and beat them up one by one - the exact same kind of thing that had gotten him into trouble with the particular merchant in Usea last time he had met his old friend Caim - and as today, he had been drunk at that time as well. But before he could launch into a rage, several strong arms grabbed him from behind, trying futilely to hold him back, the arms of the soldiers he had arrived there with.
"Calm down, V!" One of them shouted. "You're drunk!"
"Let go of me! I'll beat 'em arrogant bastards to a pulp!" Vinsces growled, trying his best to get free from the six or seven soldiers, who, in turn, were trying to hold him back with all their strength.
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Gilly raised the tankard to her lips, both her petite hands around its base, and took a small sip. Almost just a taste for someone of her size was enough to turn her cheeks pink. Her drinking was interrupted by yet another incident, a commotion at the door. It seemed that someone had been hurt. Even more rumours filled the air between those who rushed to assist the victim, those of bandits and a burnt out caravan. She set her drink down on the table, her halfling curiosity drawing her near to the group, navigating through the forest of legs, as they set the injured girl down to examine her. No mere girl, however, a Dark Elf no less.
Her smile faded as she heard the next words from the Humans mouths, hurling accusations at someone who didnt even have the energy left to stand. She didn't expect such bigotry, having seen all types of travelers; but then nothing surprised her amongst Humans. Before she had the time to say anything to those about to turn on her, the gigantic Orc from before quickly stepped in and dispersed the crowd, none of them appearing willing to challenge him. Nor the rowdy soldier, who was now threatning to rain down all kinds of pain on the merchants who had been so quick to judge the Elf.
Gilly stepped up to the table too, going up on her tip-toes to look at the Elfs face. "Gosh... she sure is pretty, isn't she", she mused out loud. She glanced to the Orc, and then to the soldier, especially surprised by a human showing such compassion to an Elf. Her smile returned to her face with her next words, finally seeing some good hearted folk was really refreshing, "Mighty nice of you both."
She then turned to the soldiers that were holding back Vinsces, "I reckon you should just let him go and give him his broom, those jerks deserve a beating, and I'll be happy to help!" A comment that almost seemed comical, considering she was as small as a child to the average human, let alone some of the people here that had clearly been blessed by some long forgotten god of height.
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"Vinsces, you idiot...that's not a little girl...that's a halfling."
Vinsces looked at the girl stupidly.
"Really? She looks like a cute little girl to me." Then he let out a burly laugh. "Bwahahahahahaha! Sorry, sorry, my bad, little one!" He went on and ruffled her hair just the same, earning him another face-palm and embarrassed laughters from the soldiers. As if he had forgotten about the merchants he had been about to beat to a pulp only moments before, his eyes drifted to the dark elf.
"Hey, hey...it looks like she's really seriously hurt..." He said, suddenly uncharacteristically serious.
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Viconia drifted in and out of consciousness, her eyes clouding over as she tried to focus on the chandelier, which seemed to be blurry. She vaguely realized that it was blurry because all the blood had suddenly rushed to her head... and because she was in tears.
She could still hear the conversation, though, and for a minute, no one noticed her, leg bleeding all over the welcome mat. And then some bar wench noticed her fallen form and called for aid, which was given by several men, who carried her cloaked and hooded body inside. She remained limp; after all, beyond the large gash that one of the raiders' knives had given her, she had walked - or limped - to the tavern from almost a league down the road. Viconia was tuckered out completely.
And then the hood fell away, revealing her face... and her skin. She should have anticipated the sudden reduction in sympathy, as the humans who had rescued her set her rudely on a table and abandoned her, muttering that she was probably one of the bandits! What madness.
She still couldn't say anything in her defense, and no one seemed to be on her side. Had she made a huge mistake?
Fortunately for her, a couple of people seemed to lack the racism of their brothers. Before too much time went by, the faces of an orc, a halfling, and a couple of compassionate humans appeared in her visage. She tried to pull herself together, but she was too weak. Instead, she made herself as comfortable as possible and spoke. "Attacked... bandits... a league from here," she said, trying to explain. "My caravan... destroyed."
"Aye, she's probably trying to trick us into investigating the 'attack' so that her fellows can get our riches," spoke one man glibly, still doubting her honesty. Ignoring the fact that, if she were a bandit, she would not be willing to slash her own leg up. No matter how much money she could get out of it.
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"Yes I do travel alot. As a Lordless Knight Errant, I have to find a master which is harder then it sounds. My master has to be-". Alyss's would be speech was cut short. Some merchants rushed in with what looked like some kind of elf. Correction an injuries elf. Alyss did not hear the talk of bandits and how a caravan was hit. She was too far but what got her to stand up and walk over there was the drunkard threatening to beat the merchants who brought the poor girl in here.
"Duty calls.". She said and hurriedly walked over to the group, Noting the Orc was with them. This time anyone in her way was either shoved aside or bull dozed out of the way. Using this superior method she was there in no time. Her hand on her sword, she looked at the injuried dark elf, the racist frightened merchants and the giant trio. She failed to notice the halfling. "If there's any beating going to be done it's going to be done by me unless I get some damn answers! What is going on?!".
Alyss's tone was a harsh one and somehow it was louder then it really was. MissSacrier had left. The one who spoke now was the Knight Errant and she was dead serious.
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"It seems that guilt is judged on one's skin." He shook his head. Though to his surprise several of the other patrons stepped forward to defend the injured girl. He felt his heart gladden that there were such open minded people in this age.
As Alyss made her way to the forefront of the mob, Caim relaxed. She was a fellow knight, and judging by her demeanour was also a follower of the code of chivalry. With the threat of violence and a voice of authority to answer to many of the more brazenly agressive in the crowd shrunk back. The serving girl who had found Viconia stepped forward nervously, wringing her hands on her apron.
"I found her lying outside the tavern and called for the men to help me recover her." She explained.
"And it turns out she's... she's... one of them." One of the men spat, pointing an accusing finger at the prone woman.
"Your friends are right, Vincses." Caim agreed, placing a calming hand on the man's shoulder. "Do not harm these men, instead show them pity, for the Lord shall not." He said, casting a baleful frown at the other patrons of the tavern. "But more importantly, we must find the girl someone to tend to her wounds. Or else I fear she may not last long enough for accusations or words of kindness to matter." Caim glanced sideways at Vincent, who by now sat cross legged on his chair, examining his hand with all the wonder of a simpleton.
When the injured girl spoke in half lucid whispers, Caim felt his heart ache for her. To have one's family killed in front of one's own eyes must be more suffering than anyone could bear. Then, he heard the malicious whispers of doubt that rippled through the tavern. At that moment, without thinking his gloved fist collided with the jaw of the man who uttered the first glib comment.
"Did not the Lord say 'The accuser shall stand judged." He recanted the words of the Elusian holy scripture. "And did the Lord not also say 'he who would turn away the helpless is an enemy of my house?'" He once more looked over the spiteful crowd, many of whom avoided his gaze.
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Leaping lightly and near silently across the wooden beams, Erwein repositioned himself so that he was right above his mark, the caped nobleman, and his bodyguards. Needles in both hands, he threw two down towards the nobleman and more towards the guards around him. After that, he removed his gloves and threw several different needles at the patrons around the nobleman's bodyguards, to make it seem like an un-professional hit and more of a wild attack than anything else.
Those struck by his poisoned needles flinched as they punctured their flesh. A moment later, they collapsed, convulsing and foaming at the mouth. Those that weren't poisoned, however, were instead afflicted by another toxin that he had smeared on the different needles. This new toxin was Sharnian Paralysis Venom, a non-lethal venom developed by the Sharnians to capture their enemies who were afflicted by it, before torturing them for information. He had managed to procure said venom from a Sharnian soldier he'd met and killed on his travels.
The venom acted in this way: After being introduced into the target's bloodstream, the venom acts nigh-instantly, sending the victim into a convulsive state, much like his lethal venom. However, while those that were affected by the Demos tunnel worm blood would die after a short time, the paralysed victims would remain paralysed for up to several hours, depending on how big and how strong you were. The stronger your body, the shorter the paralysis laster. You were weaker, it lasted for a longer period of time. The paralysis would be indistinguishable from death, though, which made a combination attack using both Demos tunnel worm blood and Sharnian Paralysis venom quite useful to distract the surrounding people's attention from those who were really dead.
As the two venoms took its effect, he backed up further into the shadows of the rafters, pulling his hood down around his face and watching the chaos. He chuckled silently to himself.
Running around like a bunch of headless chickens....lovely..
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As he was looking around and trying to see what was happening in the tavern, he sensed someone watching him. A cloaked figure was staring at him, like a solid rock in a moving ocean of people. He almost couldn't see the face, hidden by the shadows of the hood, but he noticed that the person had a delicate chin. Was it a woman? Why was she staring at him like that?
Transfixed, Rohin hadn't noticed that the people had brought in somebody, until a giant roar coming from the orc broke drew his attention. For a couple of seconds, it hadn't fully registered to him what the creature had said, but then a sudden realization had dawned on him. As he was slowly moving towards the orc, Rohin contemplated what he should do. He didn't know any healing spells, but he could hardly ignore a command like that. Of course, it wasn't that common for magicians to know healing spells, so they wouldn't be surprised if he said he couldn't do it. But he felt he had to help somehow.
Reaching the table, Rohin took in the crowd within seconds. Apart from the giant orc, there was also a female halfling, who seemed a bit taller then the average person of her kind. There were a lot of humans as well, some more drunk then others, some more dangerous looking then others. Looking down on the table, Rohin understood why their was so much commotion. A dark elf. Not that it bothered him. He couldn't understand the distrust of other races. If you asked him, there were other things you should be more afraid of.
"Look, I don't know any healing spells. But my mother was the village healer, and she had taught me a thing or two." While he inspected the elf's leg, he heard Caim reciting words from that dreadful scripture. It took everything inside Rohin not to snap at the man and his stupidity, but knowing that it would only cause more trouble then it was worth, he tried to ignore it. "I'm no expert, but the wound seems deep, though not fatal. As long as we stop the flow of blood and prevent it from getting infected, I think she'll recover." 'Although most people would care less', he thought bitterly. He looked at the halfling. "Could you try to stop the bleeding?"
Rohin then took his bag and grabbed one of his darts. Hoping nobody would add one and one together about him drugging that guy Vincent earlier, he pressed the point of the dart inside the woman's arm. It was a risk that might expose him as an imposter, but the elf's health was more important now. The poison on this dart was different then the one he had used earlier. A huge amount could stun a person, but he was careful not to let the needle of the dart enter her arm too deeply. Hopefully it would only numb her senses so she wouldn't feel that much pain.
While he was considering what he should do next and still feeling anxious about him being exposed like this, a tumult some further down the inn reached his senses. Something else had happened, and it wasn't a good thing. He heard a woman screaming and a group of people tried to get away. Chaos was about to break loose. Looking down at the elf, Rohin knew he should get her out of here.
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But now, with the new commotion, they shared a short glance, and the two of them knowing each other as well as they did, none of them needed to make any sounds, or at least not until Murdoch put their thoughts into words. "And this is where we hurry up, and leave..." He mumbled to himself as he stood up.
He began moving along the walls towards an open window, mainly since there weren't as many there as there was in the middle of the room, and when he had made it halfway he briefly glanced around, before speeding up. Soon he reached the window, and with a little effort and quite a bit of luck, he tumbled out on the other side, landing on his back underneath the window. Bird, who had been smart had simply flown out, and now landed softly on Murdoch's chest, as the silver haired man lay still for a few seconds, cursing himself. "Forgot that the damn thing is so inflexible!" he hissed to Bird, talking about his one arm, the one covered in the huge metal device.
Rolling over, and using the other arm, he got to his knees, and then feet, and after spending a few seconds dusting off his clothes, and checking that he hadn't dropped anything in his very short fall, he and bird begun moving again. A leisurely pace, sure, but only because he expected that everyone had been too busy caring about the injured elf to pay him the slightest attention, which in truth was a good thing.
"I really should have known, and inn like that just screams for a bunch of strange people to come running in." He said to Bird, a slight smile on his lips.
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"I am afraid your expertise is needed." Caim urged his friend who weakly groaned in protest, trying to force Caim away with a feeble push to the face that wound up more of a stroke. Caim responded by slapping Vincent hard across the face, a loud crack echoing through the tavern like a thunderbolt. Vincent's head rocked and for a moment it looked as though he might topple from his seat before he righted himself, rubbing his cheek gingerly.
"You oaf! What was that for?" Vincent yelled, suddenly lucid again, though his head throbbed and his vision was still blurred from the drink.
Eria meanwhile ducked into the crowd, seizing Rohin by the arm and fairly dragging him into a more secluded corner of the room, away from the attentions of the crowd, who were still focussed on Alyss and the two giants making a stand for the elven woman.
"I have need of your services." Eria spoke with a stern but quiet voice, soft like a whisper, as though carried on the wind from afar. That voice had an ethereal, dream like quality to it. "I will pay you well." She asserted, locking her eyes on his from underneath the hood of her cloak, though in the darkness of the inn they were still veiled in shadow.
In the chaos of
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"Is there anyone here who knows which direction they would have been traveling at this time of night? To Northfall perhaps?" Once again his coal black eyes watched the fellow occupants of the tavern. Some awkwardly acting as if they couldn't hear him addressing the room. It was of little concern, last thing a group of bandits expected was a rampaging orc to come tearing out of the forest. Osefi knew better than to go alone though, he would need at least one other to watch his back. It was just a matter of who stepped up first.
"Well?" The grizzled orc's mouth twisted into a jumbled grin "What say my fellow giants? I think there are bandits that need a lesson taught to em."
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"I have a principle of never abandoning a fellow giant in need." He said. "Bwahahahaha! Let me get my spear, and I'm good to go! Godfrey!" The soldier tossed him the broom, and Vinsces caught it, swinging it around in his hands. Then, suddenly, he realized he was swinging around a broom, and shouted: "Hey, wait a second, you bastard, that's a broom, not my spear!" The soldiers laughed, and sweapt Vinsces with them in their cheerfulness. "Bwahahahahaha!" Godfrey brought out Vinsces' spear, and tossed it to the giant, who caught it and swung it around.
"That's better!" He nodded, agreeing with himself. "Yup. Nothing wrong with a broom, but when it comes to killing bandits, nothing beats a good old fashioned spear. Bwahahahahaha!" He looked at the rest of the people around, waiting for anyone of them to join up with the expedition as well.
Another man tossed Vinsces' lost shirt in his face, and the giant put it on with a burly laugh, covering up the smiling belly-face.
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Wounded, alone, and destitute, Viconia needed the help of these people, whether she wanted it or not.
However, it seemed that no one in the crowd was a healer - or, if they were, they didn't want to admit it. Viconia knew nothing about what to do with her injury, but the serving girl had just brought a roll of clean bandages and set them on the table next to the dark elf. Slowly sitting up straight, supported mostly by her arms, she elevated the injured leg and tightly wrapped the bandages around the leg, hoping all the while that she wasn't going to permanently damage anything by binding her leg this way. The pressure hurt, but it was a slow throb rather than the sharp sting of night air.
In the meanwhile, the orc had suggested that they go and find her caravan, to see if there were any survivors. Her heart briefly swelled, hopeful that perhaps one of the carnival troupe had survived, but she mashed those hopes deep in her head. She couldn't believe that there was someone alive. Not unless she saw it first.
However, she did like the suggestion of bringing the bandits to justice.
She took a shaky breath. Now that she had rested a bit, she could talk almost normally, though she had a slight accent. "Yes... we were headed to Northfall, for a performance there. We were on the road, with our wagon. It would be quite clear, since it's burned out from within. The bandits... they were wearing dark clothing, and heavily armed." She shook her head, her white hair shaking heavily. "I couldn't tell you what species they were, or how many. But there were enough to destroy our entire carnival troupe of almost a score." She felt bad for having no information beyond that, but she also realized that most of her friends had not been soldiers. Five bandits could have wiped them out with some work.
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"My services?" He felt completely caught off guard. What could she need his services for? All kinds of scenarios ran trough his head. What did this woman know about him? He couldn't imagine that she needed him for some magic tricks or other sort of entertainment. She was too, by lack of a better word, mysterious for that. Did she needed him as a guard? Surely there were better contenders for that position in this inn.
He stared at her and tried to understand what for a person she was like, though it was rather difficult because of the cloak she was wearing. Could it be that she knew something about his past? Or his real purpose in life?
"Milady, I think you're mistaken. I'm not for hire."
His head told him to walk away, but he couldn't bring himself to move. This woman intrigued him.
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With that Alyss hurried went to and up the stairs. Then she entered her room, the second one on the right. Theroom was quite humble. It was nothing special but it was enough to provide comfort for any traveler. In the corner was a large bag and right next to this bag was her armor. Alyss quckly went to it and so began the task of putting all of that heavy steel plate on.
After several minutes she was marched down the stairs, makig quite a bit of noise while she did. She wore no helm so it would ony take but a glance to identify her. " Wait are you waitng for? We must go now if we wish to find them. ". Alyss said and made her way to the door.
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Gilly was relieved when the serving girl intervened by bringing fresh bandages. She was no medicine woman, and certainly didn't want to entertain the thought of using magic, even if she had been able to fully use or understand her abilitys. The Dark Elf seemed to know what she was doing well enough, however, and bandaged herself. Still Gilly couldn't help but give a worried look or two to her, having seen before how easily a simple cut can turn to something far worse.
Upon hearing the Orcs exciting suggestion, Vinsces enthusiasm and skill with the spear and seeing the female Knights fantastic set of armour, a gleam of excitement crept into her own eyes. She quickly scuttled back to her table to pick up her belongings and returned to the group. "I may not be tall and strong like you big guys" she said insistantly, "and I may not be some tough knight -- but I can help too."
With no mind for the possibility of danger, she slung her traveling sack back upon its resting place across her shoulder, ready to follow whomever would lead the way.
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Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients
Farewell. It was fun while it lasted and I wish you all the best.
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On top of work and training we still don't have internet here, so I'm hard pushed to find time to post. Once that's sorted though I should be able to post at least a little more regularly since I have a bit of free time in the evenings.
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I was going to be ducking out anyway, Im just making that much much sooner than later. I have enjoyed running with all of you and will look forward to future runs in the Altaea universe or elsewhere.
Thanks
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I've been waiting for Xian to post in the meantime. But I might have to just jump in when I get back from work.
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I have been away for a while and honestly Erdu as a character is a bit of a mystery to me. But I am determined to relearn him and get to where I can reinsert myself into this.
I imagine I will be jumping back into the followon RP as well, but one thing at a time.
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Also, I'm finally able to clear the character list of all the redundant profiles. I've eliminated all our absent members. If somehow you feel your profile was deleted unfairly then PM me and we can discuss it, but given how I only deleted profiles for players who haven't posted in the last few weeks I think we should be fine.