Introduction
The country of Zalophus is rather a-typical. For one, they have no standing military to speak of. Most of their 'land' is uninhabitable swamp, their rocky coastline is a nautical graveyard for unwary ships, and their one major city, Zale, is primarily used as a one-night pit stop for merchants, adventurers, and any other travelers that have a reason to use their roads.
In fact, the only true revenue Zale brings in at all, which isn't much, is the cut they receive from all of the Guild Houses within their walls. One can find a guild to accomplish just about anything in Zale, from rescuing princesses to slaying dragons, and from hunting down evil creatures to curing plagues. Why, in a country with so little to offer, do heroic mercenaries thrive? Rumors persist, but no one is quite sure.
Some believe the swamp holds the key, that something within makes men more hardy, imbues them with courage and valor. Others think a magical relic deep below the city holds trapped a nephilim, an otherworldly being of supreme good that blesses all that rest in her embrace. More practical types figure it must be the location of the city, for it resides almost dead center of the continent. Whatever the reason, the fact remains: If you need a hero, you go to Zale and strike a bargain.
With so many do-gooders around, the only guild that never quite took foot was the assassin's guild. Every few years, a group of ninjas or some such nonsense tries, but they're all too quickly hunted down or chased off. It seems someone has deep pockets in keeping the city free of them.
And that's where we come in. I, Guanicus, was once the archmage of the Shiny Knights, the highest paid guild in the land. For many years, my magic brought about the end of evils near and far. Evil, apparently, didn't like being so readily thwarted, however, and the life of an archmage can get lonely indeed. Sue Buccus enchanted me with her wiles, and it wasn't long before an old fool like me was chomping at the bit to chomp her bits! Dyslexia is a foul affliction, and I never figured out what her name meant until it was too late. My soul was hers. Rather than keep it, though, she toyed with it, tainted it, and finally, after I'd fallen to ruin, gave it back to me.
So now, I have little real power, but I have one thing to offer you. Knowledge. Experience. I know how this place works, and I know how we can operate under the noses of the blasted paladins. I can train you, teach you, and let you have the wretched fun you so desire. If you're still interested, then by all means, sign your name on this dotted line. Hmmm? No, no, I haven't the power to make magically binding documents anymore." The mad ex-mage lets out a deep sigh. "Otherwise, I certainly wouldn't need you."
((Disclaimer: It's been a while since I DM/GMd. If this goes well, I may very well look into a darker, less comical evil campaign, possibly of the D&D variety, but I think this is a good fun way to get back into things. Also, feedback is more than welcome.))
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[b]Guild Application[/b]
[b]Name:[/b] [first and last if applicable]
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[b]Race:[/b] [Just about anything reasonable is welcome; Minotaur, sure. Dragon or beholder, probably not.]
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[b]Brief Personality Overview:[/b] [how well do you play with others?]
[b]Scars, Disfigurements, mental illness/psychoses:[/b] [[i]Something[/i] should go here, but let's stay away from serial rapist or other such true darkness...it's not very funny.]
[b]Weapons and Personal Equipment:[/b] [Work is hard to come by, remember? A unique item is possible, with approval.]
[b]Class:[/b] [Fighter, Poisoner, Big Rock Thrower, Maddeningly Boring Saxophone Player, etc.]
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Which was a bad thing. Of course.
He supposed it was just as well. On these missions, he would have to pretend to be a failure, and while in the presence of a lady he preferred to remain at his most impressive. Upon overhearing the bit about having to swap in for shoddy weapons, he thought, Yeah, right. His current sword was shoddy enough without having magical nerfs. He hoped he would be able to get away with taking his own knives and other assorted items. He had a nice sledgehammer that would work well as a weapon. If hassled about it, he could just say it was a "tool".
Speaking of tools, he was beginning to get rather irritated at Redjack, Kier, and their budding belligerent bantering. He was disappointed they'd hadn't been picked for the same team, and thus the chances of them killing each other on their first mission were now nil. Such a shame. It would only be a matter of time before they were whipping out their pricks for a pissing contest and otherwise cultivating an image of vitriolic sexual tension.
And speaking of sexual tension...Christopher had noticed Annalee's blush. It had been particularly bright. He hoped this wasn't a sign that she was into the ladies herself. At least not completely. He wasn't really in a mood to be dealing with that sort of block on his amorous ambitions.
Again.
He coughed. "So, uh. Boss. I guess that leaves me over for the special mission?"
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"122...oh! There you are!" Then, of course, she began to feel nervous that her greeting had been over-eager. "I mean," she coughed. "Hello. I hope you had a good rest. We will need our wits about us when we fight the zombies."
Inside, she bubbled with happiness. She sounded so...so...professional. And she liked the idea of fighting things that were already dead. It meant that she didn't have to feel guilty when her knives carved through their flesh.
Annalee began to walk down to the town, a visible bounce in her step.
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For Zyler, however, too slow to join his team in a timely fashion, and for Christopher, left out of the fun, she would seem a welcome sight. The fact was, she hated wearing clothes, hated the feel of each coarse fiber clawing at her flesh, and so she wore as little as possible, covering only what -had- to be covered in 'civilized' society. On her torso, she wore what equated to a silk-rope harness, criss-crossing her form in every direction, revealing all of her lithe stomach and toned muscles. Attached to the ropes were tiny pouches, each with drawstrings pulled tight, and covering her firm breasts was a piece of silk, attached to two ropes, one above and one below, caging them, keeping them from sight. Similar styling gave her a short skirt. Still, she did what she could to not rustle the silk, for it would tickle and rub. Instead, she chose to levitate a foot above the ground, body almost unmoving.
The next, or perhaps the first, thing one might have noticed, was her tattoos. From her neck to the bottoms of her feet, she was covered in ink. From afar, they seemed almost solid, but closer inspection, which few were allowed, revealed that they were words, wrapping around her body over and over. Were one familiar with the language of magic, they'd have meaning; these were spells. For the untrained, however, they seemed almost purely gibberish. Their meaning, if any, was nearly impossible to decipher, for even those that could read the words rarely could read an entire string as they wrapped about her smooth flesh.
As she hovered into the room, she leveled her all-black eyes on the two men, tilting her head slightly to the side. With barely a glance at Guanicus, she looked at Christopher and spoke, her voice lower than one might expect, but still feminine. "You will join Annalee in reaching and defending Bogville from zombies. Do not forgot my master's rules." She dismissed him, turning her gaze upon Zyler. "You tarry, and so you shall instead work for me. I suggest you get some sleep, for we leave when the sun's light no longer taints the world." With that, she turned and hovered back behind the polar bear, a last glaring glance over her shoulder daring either of them to disobey, daring either of them to let their eyes tarry upon her exotic form.
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It took a great deal of focus for Kier to follow Lanna Knee down the road to Bogville. Everything was a distraction. The rustling of a bush, a pebble under his foot, the clouds, the hazy floating shapes behind his eyelids, the hallucinated hazy floating shapes in the sky, etc. Gradually, however, he found his focus returning, and within some time he was entirely clear headed. This presented an entirely new problem- he was immediately bored.
βSo,β he announced, quickly stepping up beside Christopher and Flannel Tea as they walked, βI assume you two have worked for money before?β It was a perfectly sincere question, asked out of curiosity and not pretension. His affect had changed, however: his posture was better, and his speech more refined. There was still a level of friendliness to his expression, but the uppity grin of a gentleman was there too.
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Zyler looked up to the woman who had addressed him and Chris, looking from her skimpy outfit and tattoos, assumed she liked to wear as few articles of clothing, since he knew other people of the same mindset. That, and he jokingly assumed she liked showing the tattoos off. Upon closer inspection, he could make out words of some ancient language but he couldn't understand it. "Well, yes, it was my fault I was entranced by the Dryad's song, and I don't mind working with a looker such as yourself." He however, had just gotten plenty of rest. This was a side effect of the Dryad's Song, when not used with malice and hate, It refreshed the body of those that heard it. Also, Zyler has on many occasions gone for days with little to next to no sleep for days on end. "I can't wait."
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They had reached the town, which was noticeably empty at the moment. Except for those shambling figures lurking in the shadows...
"Do you think that might be a zombie?" asked Annalee, pointing at a shambling man with an axe in his head who was coming close to them. "I've never seen a zombie before, so...if he's not a zombie, do you think he might've been attacked by one? There's an axe in his head."
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She gave her a smile and a "Sure sure!", grabbed a shoddy-looking blade from the rack and hurried off to join the others.
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On the way to Bogville, Christopher had kept his eye out for anything of interest. Unfortunately, nothing had really stood out to him.
He responded to Kier's question. "Allegedly for money. Among other things. Not that I ever saw a copper of what was promised me most of the time. I find it's rarely the end bait, but the incidental treasures that make up the actual reward in any venture."
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The shambling figure slowly turned at Annalee's words, one eye hanging from a socket. Its throat was intact enough to emit an excited groan as the mindless creature spotted prey. It gave her a good look, from head to toe, and decided that the she looked particularly tasty with plenty of fleshy bits to chew on. It licked its lips, tried to wink at her, then began shambling with more purpose towards her.
All around, zombies began to stand up, either from the ground they'd sat upon or the trees they'd leaned against. As a whole, they weren't in a very good mood. Their desired food source had holed itself up pretty well in the nearby town, and after enough splinters from trying to pry the boards apart, they began to search the bog for anything easier to get to. Unfortunately, whatever lived in the bog moved much faster than they could. They'd even lost a zombie brother to a particularly deep bog; he was still 'alive', per se, but he was stuck deep in the mud, and none of them had the coordination to get him free.
All in all, more than twenty zombies are suddenly surrounding the merry party of three, and their collective howl and lip smacking brings every eye in Bogville to the cracks in boarded up windows, watching to see what happens to these strangers.
At the Bloody Rose Guild Headquarters
The girl's voice came from behind the polar bear throne that Guanicus still slumbered in, her tone still rather flat and low. "You keep your weapon for this mission, but if you do more than look at me, I'll fashion you into a new weapon rack."
A long silence followed after his three words of impatience, and then her voice, clearly irritated, sounded once again. "Fine. You should have taken the sleep option. Outside, five minutes." With that, a door slammed shut, and Guanicus awoke with a start.
"I'll call you whatever I please!" The wide-eyed man shouted, then looked around. He'd been asleep when Scarlet had attacked him, and it seemed he was somehow aware of it. "Where's that cursed girl? How dare she touch my robes!?" In his looking around, he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror. He screamed and jumped out of the polar bear, hiding behind the table, his hands and body pressed against various parts of the mermaids' anatomy. "Why in a witch's tit do I have a beard? Nobody likes beards! They're completely out of fashion!" With that, he crawled away quickly, muttering something about a showing the unseemly facial hair who was in charge around here.
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