Introduction
<3
The Kingdom of Tarn was regarded as a land of tranquility, equality and diversity. Many creatures great and small existed in this blessed land - from the slow yet mighty pillar of a horse; the Gate Pillarion, to the breathing sky vessel; the Christal. The civilized races were different, but not a single shred of spite was shared among them. All in all, peace seemed as if it would make itself at home in this kingdom until time itself breathed its last.
Sadly, such a thing was not to last forever, for one day a star fell from the sky. It was not one of those shining five-pointed cliché stars, and definitely not one with eyes. It was a rock. In fact, it was a massive rock. It was originally seen as a blessing for it to have landed in the vast ocean; in hindsight, however, it came to be seen as a curse: whatever was born from the star thrived on water.
This creature was most definitely not as friendly as the birds, nor as humble as a Swamp Miasmer, nor as serene as a White Ninegg and surely nowhere near as beautiful as the Christal. This creature, a Dodecopus known as Murlocto, wished for dominance over Tarn and the residents within because, for him, Tarn was a suitable home. Murlocto possessed mastery over magic unlike any known mages, and it swept away forests, annihilated armies and stole as much water as it needed to make his army from the water and rock he rested on.
Within the Kingdom of Tarn lived a great warrior in golden greaves and boots. He had been heir to the throne, but was viciously torn away from his right. As Tarn fell to Murlocto, the great warrior, Leonide, was immediately exiled into the wilderness. The Kingdom went through great change; the waters were no longer blue, the grass never grew green, and the skies were a constant dark orange. Some speculated this was the consequence of forbidden magic being used by Murlocto's high priests deep within the castles walls, but few knew the truth as entry to the castle was limited to the Dodecopus - a species of vicious octopus that lived both above ground and within the water after the meteor fell.
After years in exile, Leonide grew old; his bones were brittle and his skin began to sag. He was consumed with dreams of going back to the castle and reclaiming his rightful throne, but those were merely fantasies of a deranged old man. Instead, he settled in the village of Tungwist after he realized that he would no longer be recognizable. The village of Tungwist was where Leonide had overheard a conversation stating that a rebel army was ready to 'take back' what was rightfully theirs: freedom. It was in Tungwist that he announced that he was the rightful heir to the throne...
The Kingdom of Tarn is set in a medieval fantasy world with limited technology. There are many different civilized species that inhabit this world including humans, elves, dwarves, and others. There is no real limitation to what could be created in the world (as long as it's reasonable.)
The limitations of the technology is strict: ranged weaponry powered by gunpowder would be considered beyond the means of the current technological state. There are ancient advanced machines that had been left behind by a ruined civilization, however the ability to power these machines does not exist at the moment. The current king, Murlocto, has been trying to discover ways of starting these old machines but has been met with little but failure.
Magic in the world is simple magic. Spells powerful enough to destroy the world does not exist. The magical ability of most of the inhabitants of Tarn is limited to simple fireballs and healing spells. Anything of that matter is acceptable -- although, some level of advanced magic has been achieved by Murlocto.
Arlergia: In the cold lands near the northern outskirts of Tarn lies the city of Arlergia: the sky city. Hidden within the clouds, Arlergia stood the best chance against Murlocto, but eventually fell to Murlocto's advanced magic -- or so the story goes. Despite being in the sky, Arlergia is easily accessible. Citizens of Tarn can easily travel to the sky city by using the sky ferries from the town of Torbito, which is located a short distance away. Arlergia remains to be a major trade city trading in all sorts of trade ranging from minerals within the floating rocks, produce, to the beloved gretin steak.
Gretins are native creatures to this area and closely resemble large cattle-like creatures. They are capable of floating through the air, much like the rocks and ground around them. These cattle-like animals are herded regularly by the citizens of Arlergia and their meat is sold for high prices throughout the kingdom of Tarn.
Arlergia's mayor is believed to be working closely with Murlocto in discovering how to start the ancient machines that seem to be abundant in this area, though, he too has had little success. The mayor, Flarion Diamond, is a large despicable men who is not respected by the citizens he rules, mainly because he is a very selfish man, but still is considered to be the greatest tactician of his time. Murlocto had seen the potential this man had in commanding his armies and treats him as one of his own. Some speculate that Flarion secretly aligned with Murlocto during the invasion, which could explain why Arlergia fell so easily.
Tarnia: The magical underwater city. Sadly, Tarnia was the first to fall when the invasion happened. It was used as a base for Murlocto to spawned off several more Dodepi until his army was large enough to take control above ground. Since the invasion, Tarnia has remained heavily fortified by Murlocto's army, but is secretly under control by the rebellion.
Being a city in the water most land walkers are given amulets before taking a ship with the capabilities of diving. The amulets give land walkers small magical traits which allow theirl lungs to take in water like air. The amulets only work when near the pillar of water, which is where Tarnia is located.
One should note that Tarnia is not a complete water city. Many of the buildings and certain areas do not have any water at all. Water is repelled from certain area by the Pillar of Water.
Gavenhol: The largest city in all Tarn. Gavenhol is known for its military strength and is secretly under control by the rebellion. The reason why Gavenhol is not under any stress from Murlocto's army is because they have kept themselves under the radar of Murlocto. The guards, the soldiers, even most of the citizens are on stand by waiting to regain control of the kingdom. This is the city where the leader of the rebellion hides, within the shadows of the alleys and sewers, awaiting the day for his attack -- well, that are what the citizens will tell you if they trusted you enough, but very few know where he truly hides.
The city is located south of the capitol, and is only a day walk away. The army of Gavenhol is spilt up into several different fractions, mainly built of different types of soldiers of Murlocto's army. The one human fraction is under complete control of the rebellion and is the second largest army in all Tarn, second only to Murlocto's army.
Beastkin: The Beastkin are a very tribal type of people that share large cat beast and human qualities, looking more beast than human. They live in forests and plains in small family groups that are very tight knit, constantly patrolling their territory, viciously protecting it from any outsiders’ intrusion. Males generally very large, standing anywhere from seven to eight feet tall, while females are five to six. Their fur can be a variety of colors from a plain dusty tan coat, to stripes and spots. A beastkin generally only has green or gold eyes but at times a rare blue eyed individual can be found. Their life expectancy is around that of an average humans.The males of the groups are hunters and warriors, the females are caretakers and gatherers. They rely on strength and tools to get the job done; rarely will you find a beastkin that practices magic. They are rarely seen in villages or near any heavily populated area unless it is by necessity or they are without a group. Family is the core of the beastkin people and often times when a beastkin finds themselves without one, they will quickly adopt or mesh with the closest group they can find.
Dodepus: The dodepus closely resemble octopus, but have 12 legs instead of eight. The surface of their skin is hard, giving them a natural armor that has a purple hue, but underneath the ugly beast is a soft yellowish skin. Dodepus are highly intelligent and reproduce asexually.
Hitan: The Hitan strongly resemble a normal human except for some differences; their hairs' color, usually of some color that allows them to blend in the nature, the color of their eyes, various tones of red that names most of the clans, their ears that could go as two or even three times longer than a human and the massive strength each member of the race was able to develop, the only thing that made the Hitan pass as allies to the rest of the races and not as a threat was their sense of honor, their loyalty and that there is no big Hitan community anywhere, it is easier to find a nomadic tribe or clan. The Hitan are slowly reaching their end, with all their members fighting Murlocto's forces save for those who are too young or too old to raise a weapon it´s unknown if the mighty race will extinct before the battle ends or not.The lifespan of the Hitan is a mystery, legends say that the oldest was able to live 200 years the others barely can reach the 50; the reason is easy the Hitan live as warriors full of pride. Fighting for all and against all is worthy, even if it means dying for no reward that was the rule every clan and tribe.
Sprites: Sprite. Sprites are very small creatures. The tallest ones are only four and a half inches high and the smallest ones are only two inches tall. They look a little like humans, but their skin is white and their stature is thin and lanky. Despite this, they still have a fresh appearance. Their eyes have shining irises of vibrant combinations of two colors, normally on opposite ends of the spectrum. Most sprites have Yellow and Purple irises, Red and Green or Blue and Orange, although other combinations are possible, if rarer. Their hair is also pretty colorful, but are normally single colors, like red or blue or green or yellow. They wear human clothes, of course, but for their size. They also produce a glow. Sprites are also capable of growing rainbow-colored butterfly wings from their backs. The size of the wingspan varies from sprite to sprite, but generally, the wingspan is as wide as the sprite is tall. Sprites wear bareback shirts specially designed to accommodate for the wings. Their wings are quite strong and don't require too much energy to use. It's not uncommon for a Sprite to fly for a whole day.
Stompers: Stompers were once the imperial guardians for the previous king, that were nearly annihilated during the invasion. They resemble a small human beings, usually between three to four feet in height, but are stumpy in build. Stompers are equipped with nothing but grieves and boots that weigh a lot more then they appear and engage in combat by stomping on their opponents.
The Venenum: A very dominating people with a rigidly lawful, yet corrupt culture. Most are calm and collected but those born with orange skins are destined to be warriors. The other skin colors, which are dark violet and jade mean they are destined for assassin and politician respectively. Eye color range from red (common blood), neon blue (noble blood) or silver (royal blood). Hair is either in wild dreadlocks or smooth as silk, with very few exceptions. All hair is a shade of green, blue, or black. They are barely shorter on average with humans, and their skin secretes a toxic, paralyzing poison. They have an extra set of canine teeth, which is due to the meat in their lands being much tougher than normal. As a race, they are agile, quick, and intelligent. Except the warrior caste. They tend to be more irrational and battle hungry than the rest of the race. Their ears are tapered with a slightly crescent curve. In terms of magical prowess, the normally specialize in magic that manipulates the mind, control and create toxins / acids, increase muscle mass, and improve stealth quality and even invisibility. Their life span is half of that of an elf.
Vyoma: A race of both the land and the sky, the Vyoma strongly resemble humans but have their own set of differences; the greatest being their wings. Wings are not a permanent trait, they are able to be summoned at will and used for different periods of time depending on each Vyoma’s flying strength. The Vyoma are usually light weight compared to most humans sharing the same size, and are relatively faster and more agile. With the same hair and eye color as humans, there are some exceptions of hair colors to match the white or graying wings for all ages. The wings themselves are birdlike with feathers and easily the same height as the Vyoma they belong to, colors ranging from the purest white to the deepest black. Though it would be thought this race would first have an upper hand being able to escape to the skies from the reign of Murlocto, the Vyoma are a dying race. Living on land with families and homes, they can only run so long before being tracked and destroyed before being able to take once again to the skies.
After Murlocto took rule over the land, many still fought for the true ordinal monarchy but were often thwarted easily by Murlotco's army of Dodecopus. However; within the recent years, another larger rebellion is ready to take its place. Different fractions unite in secrecy via secret guilds spread out across the major secretly controlled cities of Tarn; Arlergia, Tarnia, and Gavenhol.
The leader of the rebellion is unknown, but everyone knows of his existence. He is your knight in shining armor and the means to your survival. It is said that without his help, the world would've crumbled soon after the meteor struck, but those might've been exaggerated rumors. The amount of support that this man has generated tremendous; it's only a matter of time before it begins.
Spread out in different areas of Tarn, it makes it difficult to maintain communication and coordinate their attack. The army of Murlocto knows of the rebellion and continuously intervenes in small arms with citizens that begin to show strength. Constantly searching for potential rebels, the army is spread throughout the kingdom which makes small travel difficult, but they to suffer from the lack of communication with one another -- numbers do compensate for this incoherence.
These are objects left from a ruined civilization and believed to hold great power for those that are able to understand the complexity of how these contraptions work. Ancient scripts found deep within mountain mines were found and describe some of these objects to have flown beyond the clouds relaying signals across the lands, while others were shown to transport large numbers of people. Some of these diagrams found showed the possibility that some of these contraptions being weapons powerful enough to destroy cities, but knowing which is which is beyond the knowledge of even the brightest scholars.
The ancient machines and contraptions are Murlocto's main defense plan in defending himself for the inevitable rebellion. He needs to know how to use these contraptions to potentially destroy cities and keep his citizens in line and expose the leader. He also plans to use them to make life easier for his citizens (or so he says) and bribes numerous citizens in aiding with his objective.
The plot is directed into two different areas of play:
Which ever side you choose, I or Porecomesis will be controlling the NPC's that are not directly under your control and driving the plot towards the end. Each plot element involves some history with your character, whichever side you choose, and the turn of events will be directed at your characters personality and how the character handles it. It may be a joined grand adventure, but the story is made solely for your character.
Kingdom of Tarn
The Kingdom of Tarn was regarded as a land of tranquility, equality and diversity. Many creatures great and small existed in this blessed land - from the slow yet mighty pillar of a horse; the Gate Pillarion, to the breathing sky vessel; the Christal. The civilized races were different, but not a single shred of spite was shared among them. All in all, peace seemed as if it would make itself at home in this kingdom until time itself breathed its last.
Sadly, such a thing was not to last forever, for one day a star fell from the sky. It was not one of those shining five-pointed cliché stars, and definitely not one with eyes. It was a rock. In fact, it was a massive rock. It was originally seen as a blessing for it to have landed in the vast ocean; in hindsight, however, it came to be seen as a curse: whatever was born from the star thrived on water.
This creature was most definitely not as friendly as the birds, nor as humble as a Swamp Miasmer, nor as serene as a White Ninegg and surely nowhere near as beautiful as the Christal. This creature, a Dodecopus known as Murlocto, wished for dominance over Tarn and the residents within because, for him, Tarn was a suitable home. Murlocto possessed mastery over magic unlike any known mages, and it swept away forests, annihilated armies and stole as much water as it needed to make his army from the water and rock he rested on.
Within the Kingdom of Tarn lived a great warrior in golden greaves and boots. He had been heir to the throne, but was viciously torn away from his right. As Tarn fell to Murlocto, the great warrior, Leonide, was immediately exiled into the wilderness. The Kingdom went through great change; the waters were no longer blue, the grass never grew green, and the skies were a constant dark orange. Some speculated this was the consequence of forbidden magic being used by Murlocto's high priests deep within the castles walls, but few knew the truth as entry to the castle was limited to the Dodecopus - a species of vicious octopus that lived both above ground and within the water after the meteor fell.
After years in exile, Leonide grew old; his bones were brittle and his skin began to sag. He was consumed with dreams of going back to the castle and reclaiming his rightful throne, but those were merely fantasies of a deranged old man. Instead, he settled in the village of Tungwist after he realized that he would no longer be recognizable. The village of Tungwist was where Leonide had overheard a conversation stating that a rebel army was ready to 'take back' what was rightfully theirs: freedom. It was in Tungwist that he announced that he was the rightful heir to the throne...
The World
The Kingdom of Tarn is set in a medieval fantasy world with limited technology. There are many different civilized species that inhabit this world including humans, elves, dwarves, and others. There is no real limitation to what could be created in the world (as long as it's reasonable.)
The limitations of the technology is strict: ranged weaponry powered by gunpowder would be considered beyond the means of the current technological state. There are ancient advanced machines that had been left behind by a ruined civilization, however the ability to power these machines does not exist at the moment. The current king, Murlocto, has been trying to discover ways of starting these old machines but has been met with little but failure.
Magic in the world is simple magic. Spells powerful enough to destroy the world does not exist. The magical ability of most of the inhabitants of Tarn is limited to simple fireballs and healing spells. Anything of that matter is acceptable -- although, some level of advanced magic has been achieved by Murlocto.
Places of Interest
Arlergia: In the cold lands near the northern outskirts of Tarn lies the city of Arlergia: the sky city. Hidden within the clouds, Arlergia stood the best chance against Murlocto, but eventually fell to Murlocto's advanced magic -- or so the story goes. Despite being in the sky, Arlergia is easily accessible. Citizens of Tarn can easily travel to the sky city by using the sky ferries from the town of Torbito, which is located a short distance away. Arlergia remains to be a major trade city trading in all sorts of trade ranging from minerals within the floating rocks, produce, to the beloved gretin steak.
Gretins are native creatures to this area and closely resemble large cattle-like creatures. They are capable of floating through the air, much like the rocks and ground around them. These cattle-like animals are herded regularly by the citizens of Arlergia and their meat is sold for high prices throughout the kingdom of Tarn.
Arlergia's mayor is believed to be working closely with Murlocto in discovering how to start the ancient machines that seem to be abundant in this area, though, he too has had little success. The mayor, Flarion Diamond, is a large despicable men who is not respected by the citizens he rules, mainly because he is a very selfish man, but still is considered to be the greatest tactician of his time. Murlocto had seen the potential this man had in commanding his armies and treats him as one of his own. Some speculate that Flarion secretly aligned with Murlocto during the invasion, which could explain why Arlergia fell so easily.
Tarnia: The magical underwater city. Sadly, Tarnia was the first to fall when the invasion happened. It was used as a base for Murlocto to spawned off several more Dodepi until his army was large enough to take control above ground. Since the invasion, Tarnia has remained heavily fortified by Murlocto's army, but is secretly under control by the rebellion.
Being a city in the water most land walkers are given amulets before taking a ship with the capabilities of diving. The amulets give land walkers small magical traits which allow theirl lungs to take in water like air. The amulets only work when near the pillar of water, which is where Tarnia is located.
One should note that Tarnia is not a complete water city. Many of the buildings and certain areas do not have any water at all. Water is repelled from certain area by the Pillar of Water.
Gavenhol: The largest city in all Tarn. Gavenhol is known for its military strength and is secretly under control by the rebellion. The reason why Gavenhol is not under any stress from Murlocto's army is because they have kept themselves under the radar of Murlocto. The guards, the soldiers, even most of the citizens are on stand by waiting to regain control of the kingdom. This is the city where the leader of the rebellion hides, within the shadows of the alleys and sewers, awaiting the day for his attack -- well, that are what the citizens will tell you if they trusted you enough, but very few know where he truly hides.
The city is located south of the capitol, and is only a day walk away. The army of Gavenhol is spilt up into several different fractions, mainly built of different types of soldiers of Murlocto's army. The one human fraction is under complete control of the rebellion and is the second largest army in all Tarn, second only to Murlocto's army.
Established Races
Beastkin: The Beastkin are a very tribal type of people that share large cat beast and human qualities, looking more beast than human. They live in forests and plains in small family groups that are very tight knit, constantly patrolling their territory, viciously protecting it from any outsiders’ intrusion. Males generally very large, standing anywhere from seven to eight feet tall, while females are five to six. Their fur can be a variety of colors from a plain dusty tan coat, to stripes and spots. A beastkin generally only has green or gold eyes but at times a rare blue eyed individual can be found. Their life expectancy is around that of an average humans.The males of the groups are hunters and warriors, the females are caretakers and gatherers. They rely on strength and tools to get the job done; rarely will you find a beastkin that practices magic. They are rarely seen in villages or near any heavily populated area unless it is by necessity or they are without a group. Family is the core of the beastkin people and often times when a beastkin finds themselves without one, they will quickly adopt or mesh with the closest group they can find.
Dodepus: The dodepus closely resemble octopus, but have 12 legs instead of eight. The surface of their skin is hard, giving them a natural armor that has a purple hue, but underneath the ugly beast is a soft yellowish skin. Dodepus are highly intelligent and reproduce asexually.
Hitan: The Hitan strongly resemble a normal human except for some differences; their hairs' color, usually of some color that allows them to blend in the nature, the color of their eyes, various tones of red that names most of the clans, their ears that could go as two or even three times longer than a human and the massive strength each member of the race was able to develop, the only thing that made the Hitan pass as allies to the rest of the races and not as a threat was their sense of honor, their loyalty and that there is no big Hitan community anywhere, it is easier to find a nomadic tribe or clan. The Hitan are slowly reaching their end, with all their members fighting Murlocto's forces save for those who are too young or too old to raise a weapon it´s unknown if the mighty race will extinct before the battle ends or not.The lifespan of the Hitan is a mystery, legends say that the oldest was able to live 200 years the others barely can reach the 50; the reason is easy the Hitan live as warriors full of pride. Fighting for all and against all is worthy, even if it means dying for no reward that was the rule every clan and tribe.
Sprites: Sprite. Sprites are very small creatures. The tallest ones are only four and a half inches high and the smallest ones are only two inches tall. They look a little like humans, but their skin is white and their stature is thin and lanky. Despite this, they still have a fresh appearance. Their eyes have shining irises of vibrant combinations of two colors, normally on opposite ends of the spectrum. Most sprites have Yellow and Purple irises, Red and Green or Blue and Orange, although other combinations are possible, if rarer. Their hair is also pretty colorful, but are normally single colors, like red or blue or green or yellow. They wear human clothes, of course, but for their size. They also produce a glow. Sprites are also capable of growing rainbow-colored butterfly wings from their backs. The size of the wingspan varies from sprite to sprite, but generally, the wingspan is as wide as the sprite is tall. Sprites wear bareback shirts specially designed to accommodate for the wings. Their wings are quite strong and don't require too much energy to use. It's not uncommon for a Sprite to fly for a whole day.
Stompers: Stompers were once the imperial guardians for the previous king, that were nearly annihilated during the invasion. They resemble a small human beings, usually between three to four feet in height, but are stumpy in build. Stompers are equipped with nothing but grieves and boots that weigh a lot more then they appear and engage in combat by stomping on their opponents.
The Venenum: A very dominating people with a rigidly lawful, yet corrupt culture. Most are calm and collected but those born with orange skins are destined to be warriors. The other skin colors, which are dark violet and jade mean they are destined for assassin and politician respectively. Eye color range from red (common blood), neon blue (noble blood) or silver (royal blood). Hair is either in wild dreadlocks or smooth as silk, with very few exceptions. All hair is a shade of green, blue, or black. They are barely shorter on average with humans, and their skin secretes a toxic, paralyzing poison. They have an extra set of canine teeth, which is due to the meat in their lands being much tougher than normal. As a race, they are agile, quick, and intelligent. Except the warrior caste. They tend to be more irrational and battle hungry than the rest of the race. Their ears are tapered with a slightly crescent curve. In terms of magical prowess, the normally specialize in magic that manipulates the mind, control and create toxins / acids, increase muscle mass, and improve stealth quality and even invisibility. Their life span is half of that of an elf.
Vyoma: A race of both the land and the sky, the Vyoma strongly resemble humans but have their own set of differences; the greatest being their wings. Wings are not a permanent trait, they are able to be summoned at will and used for different periods of time depending on each Vyoma’s flying strength. The Vyoma are usually light weight compared to most humans sharing the same size, and are relatively faster and more agile. With the same hair and eye color as humans, there are some exceptions of hair colors to match the white or graying wings for all ages. The wings themselves are birdlike with feathers and easily the same height as the Vyoma they belong to, colors ranging from the purest white to the deepest black. Though it would be thought this race would first have an upper hand being able to escape to the skies from the reign of Murlocto, the Vyoma are a dying race. Living on land with families and homes, they can only run so long before being tracked and destroyed before being able to take once again to the skies.
The Rebellion
After Murlocto took rule over the land, many still fought for the true ordinal monarchy but were often thwarted easily by Murlotco's army of Dodecopus. However; within the recent years, another larger rebellion is ready to take its place. Different fractions unite in secrecy via secret guilds spread out across the major secretly controlled cities of Tarn; Arlergia, Tarnia, and Gavenhol.
The leader of the rebellion is unknown, but everyone knows of his existence. He is your knight in shining armor and the means to your survival. It is said that without his help, the world would've crumbled soon after the meteor struck, but those might've been exaggerated rumors. The amount of support that this man has generated tremendous; it's only a matter of time before it begins.
Spread out in different areas of Tarn, it makes it difficult to maintain communication and coordinate their attack. The army of Murlocto knows of the rebellion and continuously intervenes in small arms with citizens that begin to show strength. Constantly searching for potential rebels, the army is spread throughout the kingdom which makes small travel difficult, but they to suffer from the lack of communication with one another -- numbers do compensate for this incoherence.
Ancient Machines/Contraptions
These are objects left from a ruined civilization and believed to hold great power for those that are able to understand the complexity of how these contraptions work. Ancient scripts found deep within mountain mines were found and describe some of these objects to have flown beyond the clouds relaying signals across the lands, while others were shown to transport large numbers of people. Some of these diagrams found showed the possibility that some of these contraptions being weapons powerful enough to destroy cities, but knowing which is which is beyond the knowledge of even the brightest scholars.
The ancient machines and contraptions are Murlocto's main defense plan in defending himself for the inevitable rebellion. He needs to know how to use these contraptions to potentially destroy cities and keep his citizens in line and expose the leader. He also plans to use them to make life easier for his citizens (or so he says) and bribes numerous citizens in aiding with his objective.
Gameplay
The plot is directed into two different areas of play:
- Players may choose to side with the rebellion by joining the epic adventure of taking back rule of Tarn, or
- Players may choose to side with Murlocto and his quest to start the ancient machinery before the he loses control of the kingdom. (You are not limited to choosing the species of dodecopus.)
- However, if you wish not to join either side, you may join a side plot in discovering how the ancient machines work. This too has plot elements that will be fun
Which ever side you choose, I or Porecomesis will be controlling the NPC's that are not directly under your control and driving the plot towards the end. Each plot element involves some history with your character, whichever side you choose, and the turn of events will be directed at your characters personality and how the character handles it. It may be a joined grand adventure, but the story is made solely for your character.
- 18 posts here • Page 1 of 1
The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 7 authors
0.00 INK
"And what'll will make an average man like me believe what an old stomper says?" The old barkeep yelled, annoyed by the old stomper.
The bar that they were in was an old and ready to fall apart; the floors reeked of old blood and moss, and the customers were also a rowdy bunch ready to throw fists at anyone getting in their way. The bar, Dragon's Keep, was the roughest bars in town, but Leonide found peace here. It reminded him of a greater time where the times were looking nowhere but a great future. The violence that he saw within the walls of this building was more than enough to satisfy any stomper, which was something they loved to see and Leonide yearned for. He wasn't scared of the man, he only studied the way the barkeep spoke his words. The choice of words meant everything for him. It was a skill that he was forced to develop when he was a child, his father told him that studying a man is the best way to get into his heart. This was something he did to all living creatures of the world, no matter how cruel.
"I think simply stating yourself to be an average man says what you know." Leonide replied.
He did his best to gaze into his soul, but his eyes no longer worked the same. They were old and the world around him fuzzed slightly, but this didn't stop him from trying. The barkeep wore a leather vest beneath his tarnished tunic, an obvious sign of a battle-ready man. Still, he didn't want to jump too far into one conclusion knowing that almost any being here would wear at least some protective armor, but this was identified as a hot spot in his eyes. It led him to be more observant of the world around him.
Sitting on his chair, he adjusted the seat to face the direction of the barkeep and placed his left arm on the counter to get even closer. You could think that this would be hard for him because of his small height, but the stool that he was sitting on was long as were all the other stools alongside the counter. He began rubbing his beard as he continued to try to gaze into the mans eyes. Figuring this man out was the easy part, it is a matter of getting the information out. Everyone knew of the rebellion, but no one would speak on the matter fearing that some are secretly working with the evil king. With the previous statement Leonide made, the barkeep answered, "No, it don't!"
Perhaps this was going to be a little harder for Leonide, but he was determined. Nothing was going to stop him from being apart of the rebellion and taking his throne back...even if he was an old stomper, the throne was rightfully his. So it is obvious that he is going to have to change his tactics if this man isn't going to be cooperative. "I guess not, sir."
Leonide kept his eyes open for any possible leads of joining the rebellion, and with the amount of traffic of warriors and fighters here, he knew that someone would eventually give him the information he needs.
The bar that they were in was an old and ready to fall apart; the floors reeked of old blood and moss, and the customers were also a rowdy bunch ready to throw fists at anyone getting in their way. The bar, Dragon's Keep, was the roughest bars in town, but Leonide found peace here. It reminded him of a greater time where the times were looking nowhere but a great future. The violence that he saw within the walls of this building was more than enough to satisfy any stomper, which was something they loved to see and Leonide yearned for. He wasn't scared of the man, he only studied the way the barkeep spoke his words. The choice of words meant everything for him. It was a skill that he was forced to develop when he was a child, his father told him that studying a man is the best way to get into his heart. This was something he did to all living creatures of the world, no matter how cruel.
"I think simply stating yourself to be an average man says what you know." Leonide replied.
He did his best to gaze into his soul, but his eyes no longer worked the same. They were old and the world around him fuzzed slightly, but this didn't stop him from trying. The barkeep wore a leather vest beneath his tarnished tunic, an obvious sign of a battle-ready man. Still, he didn't want to jump too far into one conclusion knowing that almost any being here would wear at least some protective armor, but this was identified as a hot spot in his eyes. It led him to be more observant of the world around him.
Sitting on his chair, he adjusted the seat to face the direction of the barkeep and placed his left arm on the counter to get even closer. You could think that this would be hard for him because of his small height, but the stool that he was sitting on was long as were all the other stools alongside the counter. He began rubbing his beard as he continued to try to gaze into the mans eyes. Figuring this man out was the easy part, it is a matter of getting the information out. Everyone knew of the rebellion, but no one would speak on the matter fearing that some are secretly working with the evil king. With the previous statement Leonide made, the barkeep answered, "No, it don't!"
Perhaps this was going to be a little harder for Leonide, but he was determined. Nothing was going to stop him from being apart of the rebellion and taking his throne back...even if he was an old stomper, the throne was rightfully his. So it is obvious that he is going to have to change his tactics if this man isn't going to be cooperative. "I guess not, sir."
Leonide kept his eyes open for any possible leads of joining the rebellion, and with the amount of traffic of warriors and fighters here, he knew that someone would eventually give him the information he needs.
The setting changes from Tungwist and the Surrounding Areas to The Kingdom of Tarn
He kept his cloth wrapped tight around his head, hiding everything but his eyes. Right now, being what he was would only draw attention. Better to play himself off as a shy, secretive individual than what he truly was. And, that was a Venenum, or as most people called his kind, swamp fey. A disgraceful title really, though most would like to be linked to the sun dancing, ground and nature kissing fey. Not his people though. He shook his head, clearing that thought from his mind. Gazing around the bar one more time, he was trying to just...blend in. But with his choice of garb, that wasn't so easy either. Always a tough road for him. He giggled to himself, drawing a few odd stares. However, the eyes were dropped as the one or two onlookers returned to their conversations. Not much was happening around the world that he cared about theses days. He had heard talk of a rebellion, and that had stirred the craving for power that he tried to keep buried deep inside.
In his own tongue, he spat out a curse before speaking aloud to himself. "Bah...Such a boring little hovel of an inn...What must one do to keep things lively...?"
Standing from his corner seat, he arose slowly and made his way to the bar, taking a seat next to an overly flirty, and probably slightly inebriated maiden and a strapping young gent who kept sending her coos and cocky smiles. It had been the only open seat, but he instantly regretted it, now trapped between two boozed up humans who would probably be enacting their disgusting, barbarian way of mating later on that night. With a grunt of disgust, he tried, to little success, to look farther down the bar, and saw an old man arguing with the bar tender. Senile gent probably. He looked like an old war veteran or something. It made a crooked grin break out across his face, then a soft, low cackle. The maiden threw him an odd look, and the man seemed to...back away? Coward probably. Suddenly, they were trying to talk to him, but he shrugged, ignoring them rather pointedly. Soon, he found himself wondering around the pub, looking this way and that, trying to piece together a puzzle of sorts. Why were so many of these people armed? Was this not a place to relax? Last time he had been in the area, it hadn't been particular dangerous or hostile. However, things changed sometimes...
"What an odd place...Its as if some of the men are getting ready for a war..." Then, suddenly, a smile broke out underneath his wraps. A deep, inset smile that made his eyes glow in a rather eerie way. War. Rebellion. The common man. It was coming together, maybe. Just maybe. He could never be sure really, but some things were beginning to make sense about this place. And if this place was a front for an anti-loyalist group, then two options came to mind. Both could promise him what he really desired. He let out a chuckle as he once again took his seat back at the bar, a new seat this time, closer to the old man than before.
"Two options huh? Maybe...I'll see which proves to be more interesting in the end. I'll have to try both out I suppose." He didn't realize he was speaking in the common tongue this time. His accent was deep and heavy, not struggling with the words themselves, but the flow itself was slightly off. He began to hum, inspecting the men with a more discerning eye now. Which ones seemed to have more people around them? Which, if any, had the look of a leader? Did any seem slightly shunned by the others, not out of fear or loathing but respect? He viewed all of this, the insane cunning plan running through his mind causing a twinkle to come to his eye. "Maybe this holiday won't be so terrible after all, hmm?"
In his own tongue, he spat out a curse before speaking aloud to himself. "Bah...Such a boring little hovel of an inn...What must one do to keep things lively...?"
Standing from his corner seat, he arose slowly and made his way to the bar, taking a seat next to an overly flirty, and probably slightly inebriated maiden and a strapping young gent who kept sending her coos and cocky smiles. It had been the only open seat, but he instantly regretted it, now trapped between two boozed up humans who would probably be enacting their disgusting, barbarian way of mating later on that night. With a grunt of disgust, he tried, to little success, to look farther down the bar, and saw an old man arguing with the bar tender. Senile gent probably. He looked like an old war veteran or something. It made a crooked grin break out across his face, then a soft, low cackle. The maiden threw him an odd look, and the man seemed to...back away? Coward probably. Suddenly, they were trying to talk to him, but he shrugged, ignoring them rather pointedly. Soon, he found himself wondering around the pub, looking this way and that, trying to piece together a puzzle of sorts. Why were so many of these people armed? Was this not a place to relax? Last time he had been in the area, it hadn't been particular dangerous or hostile. However, things changed sometimes...
"What an odd place...Its as if some of the men are getting ready for a war..." Then, suddenly, a smile broke out underneath his wraps. A deep, inset smile that made his eyes glow in a rather eerie way. War. Rebellion. The common man. It was coming together, maybe. Just maybe. He could never be sure really, but some things were beginning to make sense about this place. And if this place was a front for an anti-loyalist group, then two options came to mind. Both could promise him what he really desired. He let out a chuckle as he once again took his seat back at the bar, a new seat this time, closer to the old man than before.
"Two options huh? Maybe...I'll see which proves to be more interesting in the end. I'll have to try both out I suppose." He didn't realize he was speaking in the common tongue this time. His accent was deep and heavy, not struggling with the words themselves, but the flow itself was slightly off. He began to hum, inspecting the men with a more discerning eye now. Which ones seemed to have more people around them? Which, if any, had the look of a leader? Did any seem slightly shunned by the others, not out of fear or loathing but respect? He viewed all of this, the insane cunning plan running through his mind causing a twinkle to come to his eye. "Maybe this holiday won't be so terrible after all, hmm?"
Setting
0.00 INK
Bem huffed and grumbled to himself as he trudged through the village, his ever present shadow right on his heels as they made their way to the bar for a drink. Well, for him a drink and for her to hopefully just sit quietly and behave. The last time he tried this she ended up trying to pick pockets which normally ended up with the men being none the wiser but everyone’s luck runs out of course and well, both of theirs did. The situation ended up with him fending off five humans before fleeing the village and now his back still wouldn’t allow him to completely bend over and that was over a week ago!
He heaved a sigh, turning his head to check on the girl to make sure she was indeed keeping her hands to herself and staying on his heels. Satisfied with what he saw he turned back around, shaking off the memory as they neared the bar. “Be good in here. Understand?” He shifted his eyes back towards her for a moment in warning, although his clouded, blind eye was focused on her, he knew where she was. Taking a deep breath, he entered the bar knowing heads would turn when he appeared. First, his sheer height would draw attention, then his clothing which was nothing more than a long loincloth and then of course the fact he was a Beastkin in a civilized, if you could call it that, bar.
Taking a step into the building, he reached behind him and tugged Misora into his side to keep her close and away from the other men. Making his way to the stools, he quickly took a seat next to an individual with cloth wrapped around his head. “Remember hands to yourself girl.” He rumbled quietly to Misora once more. They’d been tailing news of a rebellion the last thing they needed was to be ran away from the closest source of information they’d gotten to by her sticky fingers.
He heaved a sigh, turning his head to check on the girl to make sure she was indeed keeping her hands to herself and staying on his heels. Satisfied with what he saw he turned back around, shaking off the memory as they neared the bar. “Be good in here. Understand?” He shifted his eyes back towards her for a moment in warning, although his clouded, blind eye was focused on her, he knew where she was. Taking a deep breath, he entered the bar knowing heads would turn when he appeared. First, his sheer height would draw attention, then his clothing which was nothing more than a long loincloth and then of course the fact he was a Beastkin in a civilized, if you could call it that, bar.
Taking a step into the building, he reached behind him and tugged Misora into his side to keep her close and away from the other men. Making his way to the stools, he quickly took a seat next to an individual with cloth wrapped around his head. “Remember hands to yourself girl.” He rumbled quietly to Misora once more. They’d been tailing news of a rebellion the last thing they needed was to be ran away from the closest source of information they’d gotten to by her sticky fingers.
Setting
0.00 INK
Misora stayed close to Bem as they headed to a local bar, every once in a while catching a few grumbled words from Bem about aching backs and sticky fingers. Was it her fault the men decided to go after the big beast instead of a small girl when they discovered their items ‘missing’. No, no it was not; that was their decision to go after the wrong guy. She just had to pay for it by behaving tonight… or at least not get caught this time.
Arriving at their destination, Misora shot a glare at the back of her friend’s head as he reminded her to keep her hands to herself. “Yes sir.” she feigned a sigh as if he told her to stand in the corner, but was quickly cut off by finding her face shoved into fur as they made their way to a seat and she was given yet another reminder. Honestly! Did the male expect her to just start cutting bag straps the second they walk in? They came here for information on the rebellion, and for that she could hold off; but that didn’t mean she couldn’t look.
Relaxed in her seat, Misora started at one end of the room and examined each person within sight.
Weapon. Weapon. Unarmed, but no coins’ pouch. Weapon. Weapon. Armor...must have a weapon to go with it. Drunk and lightly armed, he may be a good one. Weapon. Hidden weapons. Drunk but WAY to friendly to get near. Weapon…
The more she looked the more excited she got. There was to be no pick pocketing tonight; rule of thumb, don’t steal from someone who’s armed and looks capable of using it. She had to learn that one the hard way with Bem. Yet the excitement was still there for another reason. It’s not every day you see this many people with this many weapons and armor of some kind; then yet, if some don’t even look all that intoxicated while sitting inside a bar. It was starting to look like the trail of the rebellion was leading them in the right way coming here.
Finally tearing her eyes away from the potential heist victims, Misora noticed the strange man with the cloth around his head. Automatically looking at his side for a weapon or money, she simply shook her head and glanced back up to where his face was hidden. If this person was being careful enough to hide his face, he was surely just as careful about the objects on him. Great, that marks another one off the list. “Looks like you’re in luck Bem and can enjoy your drink. Too many out of my league here. So I’ll just sit here like a good girl, just like I promised.” Giving the Beastkin a huge grin, she let it fall to be a more serious look and tone. “And I think we’re in the right place. If you look around there are quite a few who-WHAT’S the old short man?” Speaking softly, she leaned over the bar a bit to get a better look, switching her train of thought quickly to the shorter man a little ways down the bar. Was he one of the stompers she had heard of? She had never seen one before, but he fit the description in an elfish-crazy-old-man sort of way.
Arriving at their destination, Misora shot a glare at the back of her friend’s head as he reminded her to keep her hands to herself. “Yes sir.” she feigned a sigh as if he told her to stand in the corner, but was quickly cut off by finding her face shoved into fur as they made their way to a seat and she was given yet another reminder. Honestly! Did the male expect her to just start cutting bag straps the second they walk in? They came here for information on the rebellion, and for that she could hold off; but that didn’t mean she couldn’t look.
Relaxed in her seat, Misora started at one end of the room and examined each person within sight.
Weapon. Weapon. Unarmed, but no coins’ pouch. Weapon. Weapon. Armor...must have a weapon to go with it. Drunk and lightly armed, he may be a good one. Weapon. Hidden weapons. Drunk but WAY to friendly to get near. Weapon…
The more she looked the more excited she got. There was to be no pick pocketing tonight; rule of thumb, don’t steal from someone who’s armed and looks capable of using it. She had to learn that one the hard way with Bem. Yet the excitement was still there for another reason. It’s not every day you see this many people with this many weapons and armor of some kind; then yet, if some don’t even look all that intoxicated while sitting inside a bar. It was starting to look like the trail of the rebellion was leading them in the right way coming here.
Finally tearing her eyes away from the potential heist victims, Misora noticed the strange man with the cloth around his head. Automatically looking at his side for a weapon or money, she simply shook her head and glanced back up to where his face was hidden. If this person was being careful enough to hide his face, he was surely just as careful about the objects on him. Great, that marks another one off the list. “Looks like you’re in luck Bem and can enjoy your drink. Too many out of my league here. So I’ll just sit here like a good girl, just like I promised.” Giving the Beastkin a huge grin, she let it fall to be a more serious look and tone. “And I think we’re in the right place. If you look around there are quite a few who-WHAT’S the old short man?” Speaking softly, she leaned over the bar a bit to get a better look, switching her train of thought quickly to the shorter man a little ways down the bar. Was he one of the stompers she had heard of? She had never seen one before, but he fit the description in an elfish-crazy-old-man sort of way.
The setting changes from The Kingdom of Tarn to Tungwist and the Surrounding Areas
0.00 INK
Shisui sighed feeling angry as she walked toward the local bar as she remembered how she and the group "disbanded", lacking a better word to call the event, it was funny how all of them reacted as if they were expecting to see her with them until the end. But no, the girl had better plans than joining a cause based in rumors, the most crazy one was that Leonide was in front of Murlocto´s stronghold ready to attack, seriously... people need to hear more to little groups about the situation: the rebellion was a must if the little groups wanted to survive against the dodecopus.
A laugh caught girl´s attention, this was the reason she was angered: an adult male human with short brown hair and beard, with some white showing here and there, wearing a full plate gear and a huge broadsword at his back walked at her side rubbing his chin constantly. One of the men of her group that insisted on inviting her a drink to do a good farewell. His real reason was completely exposed when looking at his eyes: do a lot of noise to attract the attention, the pair stopped in front of the entrance studying the place Shisui couldn´t avoid to roll her sane eye.
"Here? You expect that doing noise here will attract...?"
The man chuckled as he rubbed his beard slowly "Noise? We came here to drink nothing else. Just relax resting for a while will not dull you. Me first..."
Shisui sighed once more as the human stood to his full height and entered the bar doing a lot of noise with every step, the girl followed him reluctantly looking at the reaction towards the man. In Murlocto´s reign someone wearing an armor and a weapon without a dodecopus at it´s side was either a drunkard or someone who openly challenged the rule, someone death in short, the mood felt strange and tense, probably because of the beastkin´s presence, the place was a mess but still it was comfy compared to some of the isolated lands of Tarn.
"The best of the luck to you old man" The warrior showed his best fake smile to the barkeeper while Shisui looked around her slowly.
"This place sucks..." The insult came unnoticed as it was fully in the vague Hitan language, the warrior only widen his smile.
"You are right my young friend, please give us you strongest beverage. Something that will charge a real warrior that is soon entering a long long campaign."
Shisui gave a last look around her before placing her sight in the entrance. "Please whatever is coming a dodecopus or someone who will take this idiot somewhere else come soon before I try to kill a comrade..."
A laugh caught girl´s attention, this was the reason she was angered: an adult male human with short brown hair and beard, with some white showing here and there, wearing a full plate gear and a huge broadsword at his back walked at her side rubbing his chin constantly. One of the men of her group that insisted on inviting her a drink to do a good farewell. His real reason was completely exposed when looking at his eyes: do a lot of noise to attract the attention, the pair stopped in front of the entrance studying the place Shisui couldn´t avoid to roll her sane eye.
"Here? You expect that doing noise here will attract...?"
The man chuckled as he rubbed his beard slowly "Noise? We came here to drink nothing else. Just relax resting for a while will not dull you. Me first..."
Shisui sighed once more as the human stood to his full height and entered the bar doing a lot of noise with every step, the girl followed him reluctantly looking at the reaction towards the man. In Murlocto´s reign someone wearing an armor and a weapon without a dodecopus at it´s side was either a drunkard or someone who openly challenged the rule, someone death in short, the mood felt strange and tense, probably because of the beastkin´s presence, the place was a mess but still it was comfy compared to some of the isolated lands of Tarn.
"The best of the luck to you old man" The warrior showed his best fake smile to the barkeeper while Shisui looked around her slowly.
"This place sucks..." The insult came unnoticed as it was fully in the vague Hitan language, the warrior only widen his smile.
"You are right my young friend, please give us you strongest beverage. Something that will charge a real warrior that is soon entering a long long campaign."
Shisui gave a last look around her before placing her sight in the entrance. "Please whatever is coming a dodecopus or someone who will take this idiot somewhere else come soon before I try to kill a comrade..."
0.00 INK
If there was one thing Ibhi and the other Sprites hated about their job in the rebellion, it's when it required not being seen, which was kind of difficult when you glow like a brightfeather's eye... okay, that was an exaggeration, as brightfeather eyes are basically flashlights to help them see in the dark, and Sprites let out just a small glow. Lord knows why the worshipped one allowed dogs to see in the dark without light but not a brightfeather. Well, the Eastern variety anyway. He didn't know if brightfeathers in other regions needed light-emitting eyes to see- oh dear, where was I going with this? Oh yeah.
So anyway, Ibhi and eleven other sprites were gathered at the back of Dragon's Keep, three of which were carrying a human-sized folded letter. "So here's the plan;" Ibhi communicated with the others with hand gestures, "The guys without the letter and I, Group A, are going to carry away a bottle of wine in one of the pigeon-holes at the back of the bar that the patrons can see. While the patrons are distracted by the heist, the others, Group B, will plant the letter amongst the mugs which are underneath the bench. Afterwards, we retreat to the back door and go through the gap after Group A leaves the bottle at the door. We'll fly low once we get outside so that no one sees us... hopefully. Any questions?"
"One, sorry," gestured one of the taller Sprites, who had cyan hair and a bit more meat on his bones compared to the others. "If the mugs are underneath the bench, why do we need to distract the patrons? Chances are the letter won't be seen, anyway."
"I'm not taking any chances, Wori," Ibhi responded. "No one, except for the barkeep, can see the letter. If someone does, we're buggered to high heaven. No, these messages are too important to leave up to chance. Any more questions?" A few seconds passed and no one made any movement except for their fluttering wings. "Good. Let's move, everyone."
With that, the plan was set in motion. Group A led the way and flew to the wine bottle while Group B got to work with the letter. As fate would have it, the barkeep saw the eight Sprites attempting to take the bottle right as Group B managed to plant the letter and begin flying off.
"Hey! What are you doing!?" Even as the barkeep was raging, Ibhi knew he was doing it so that no one would suspect him of working with the Sprites. It didn't stop him from swinging his hand around trying to reach the bottle. In response, Group A broke away from the alcohol container and proceeded to race away along with Group B. They managed to get around to the back right as the barkeep shouted. "You better not come back here!" The sprites ignored the cry, of course, and flew out the gap single-file and in perfect synchronisation before flying away into the forest. The delivery was a success.
So anyway, Ibhi and eleven other sprites were gathered at the back of Dragon's Keep, three of which were carrying a human-sized folded letter. "So here's the plan;" Ibhi communicated with the others with hand gestures, "The guys without the letter and I, Group A, are going to carry away a bottle of wine in one of the pigeon-holes at the back of the bar that the patrons can see. While the patrons are distracted by the heist, the others, Group B, will plant the letter amongst the mugs which are underneath the bench. Afterwards, we retreat to the back door and go through the gap after Group A leaves the bottle at the door. We'll fly low once we get outside so that no one sees us... hopefully. Any questions?"
"One, sorry," gestured one of the taller Sprites, who had cyan hair and a bit more meat on his bones compared to the others. "If the mugs are underneath the bench, why do we need to distract the patrons? Chances are the letter won't be seen, anyway."
"I'm not taking any chances, Wori," Ibhi responded. "No one, except for the barkeep, can see the letter. If someone does, we're buggered to high heaven. No, these messages are too important to leave up to chance. Any more questions?" A few seconds passed and no one made any movement except for their fluttering wings. "Good. Let's move, everyone."
With that, the plan was set in motion. Group A led the way and flew to the wine bottle while Group B got to work with the letter. As fate would have it, the barkeep saw the eight Sprites attempting to take the bottle right as Group B managed to plant the letter and begin flying off.
"Hey! What are you doing!?" Even as the barkeep was raging, Ibhi knew he was doing it so that no one would suspect him of working with the Sprites. It didn't stop him from swinging his hand around trying to reach the bottle. In response, Group A broke away from the alcohol container and proceeded to race away along with Group B. They managed to get around to the back right as the barkeep shouted. "You better not come back here!" The sprites ignored the cry, of course, and flew out the gap single-file and in perfect synchronisation before flying away into the forest. The delivery was a success.
0.00 INK
The evening drew closer and the coldness began to sink into the surrounding areas. A slight fog began to rise within the surrounding areas, giving the Tungwist an eerie feeling as the moon began to rise. A thin layer of clouds slightly blocked of the moonlight intensity and spread it out more evening, causing the shadows in and around Dragon’s Keep to remain subtle. This is around the time that the Dodepus on their nightly patrol to stop in and have a drink, which was the odd thing, the Dodepus haven’t arrived at Dragon’s Keep. What has happened, it could be anything at the moment, but their schedules were like clockwork, they were almost never late.
With the activity within the bar beginning to rise, Leonide was beginning to awaken; his other senses became more sensitive. He needed to, since his main objective of the night was to discover where and how the rebellion was taking place. He noticed everything despite his vision, he could hear a pin drop within the rowdiness, and could feel the presence of customers entering the bar simply by feeling the hairs on the back of his neck wave back and forth from the very subtle shifts in air. He noticed the sounds of flutters going across from the room, but paid little attention to it. It was the sounds of the flutters taking a wine bottle from the counter and the barkeep yelling that caught his attention. What stood out from this incident was the portrayal of anger. Why would the barkeep act angry? The signs were obvious; a delayed response, over-significance on his tone, and the disconnection of his where his body was facing to what he was yelling at, none if it made sense. “Those Sprites are annoying aren’t they?” Leonide asked, probing for more information on why he acted.
“Sure.” The barkeep replied keeping his interest under the bench.
It made sense to Leonide now, whatever those sprites were doing in the bar; it had something to do with what was under the bench. “Tell me, sir, what did the Sprites drop off?”
The barkeep looked at Leonide bedazzled on how he figured it out, “It’s none of your business.”
“It is if you believe that I am heir and not some senile old man.”
The barkeep quickly disregarded anything Leonide had to say, it was obvious to him that whatever was in the letter dealt with the rebellion in some way, but the barkeep was just too stubborn to want to believe the senile old Stomper that sat across the counter. He needed to think of a way to grab what was under the bench, and he was too old to try to take it but Leonide was too old and frail to take it by force, but he noticed a Venenum beside him that seemed to be taking an interest in what was going on. “So, sir, did you notice that?” He asked him, inching his way towards his seat, directing his attention to him while keeping track on what the barkeep was doing. It was the only way to catch the barkeep checking what was under the bench, but he knew that he wouldn’t take it until everyone wasn't watching him – well the unimportant people.
With the activity within the bar beginning to rise, Leonide was beginning to awaken; his other senses became more sensitive. He needed to, since his main objective of the night was to discover where and how the rebellion was taking place. He noticed everything despite his vision, he could hear a pin drop within the rowdiness, and could feel the presence of customers entering the bar simply by feeling the hairs on the back of his neck wave back and forth from the very subtle shifts in air. He noticed the sounds of flutters going across from the room, but paid little attention to it. It was the sounds of the flutters taking a wine bottle from the counter and the barkeep yelling that caught his attention. What stood out from this incident was the portrayal of anger. Why would the barkeep act angry? The signs were obvious; a delayed response, over-significance on his tone, and the disconnection of his where his body was facing to what he was yelling at, none if it made sense. “Those Sprites are annoying aren’t they?” Leonide asked, probing for more information on why he acted.
“Sure.” The barkeep replied keeping his interest under the bench.
It made sense to Leonide now, whatever those sprites were doing in the bar; it had something to do with what was under the bench. “Tell me, sir, what did the Sprites drop off?”
The barkeep looked at Leonide bedazzled on how he figured it out, “It’s none of your business.”
“It is if you believe that I am heir and not some senile old man.”
The barkeep quickly disregarded anything Leonide had to say, it was obvious to him that whatever was in the letter dealt with the rebellion in some way, but the barkeep was just too stubborn to want to believe the senile old Stomper that sat across the counter. He needed to think of a way to grab what was under the bench, and he was too old to try to take it but Leonide was too old and frail to take it by force, but he noticed a Venenum beside him that seemed to be taking an interest in what was going on. “So, sir, did you notice that?” He asked him, inching his way towards his seat, directing his attention to him while keeping track on what the barkeep was doing. It was the only way to catch the barkeep checking what was under the bench, but he knew that he wouldn’t take it until everyone wasn't watching him – well the unimportant people.
The setting changes from Tungwist and the Surrounding Areas to The Kingdom of Tarn
Setting
0.00 INK
Deleted and moved for simplicity sake
The setting changes from The Kingdom of Tarn to Aldergia - The Capital
Setting
0.00 INK
The whispering sounds flowed down the long and erry hallways of the castle that Mew was now pre-occupying, although the young man was not normally in view the sound of paper sliding against paper and breathing seemed to gently sway off the walls in a gentle orchestra when no other sounds were being put forward by the local residence and as such made the subtle sounds dominant of the environment, allowing for the affect of silence to parade with the constant thoughts held here rather than be interrupted by words or the sound of feet clapping to the ground un-like in other sections of the castle that was ruled by the Omni-familiar king Murlocto which was filled sensibly with his spawn or guards and maybe even the sounds of tinkering and echoing magical bangs and whispers. Another gentle slip of sound dashed across everybody within ear of the library before returning back to the default ambience of death like tranquility and the occasional bout of air due to the vastness of the sanctionary of knowledge. A few seconds past before another page rubbed against it's previous kins skin and slipped in the sound waves although another tune went along with it, bouncing off the divine white brick walls that built the area which was only amplified in there pearl like tint by the transparent glass windows that reached upwards to the roof, far above even the most largest of species heads. Each of those glass wall keepers let the full glow of the sun shine through it and thus the thin transparent golden rays of light landed on the various section of wall, floor and even upon the pages that where being flipped one by one from the maker of said noise "Moving to XRL.C Containment.." Said that accompanying sound, being ultimately dull and fake like that of a constructed robot in the midway of achieving decent sound quality, although the flaws are still very much there. A second voice talked over that tone however, more clear and somewhat smooth in a sense although a bit too high to be that of a fully grown mans voice, each of theses tones spoke in a alliance of words, speaking in rhythm with one another and never failing to mimic the other voice, although perhaps just a mili-second behind due to the speed of each of these voices.
As one would approach more and more down the hallway the sound of whispering air could be heard, as if something was blowing in a very serene and gentle manner in a constant and easy flow which now tagged along with the changing of pages and various movements a young, miniature limb made as it slided its fingers under each of the pages, ready to turn them. The person himself was mostly kissed in the vast warmth of the intruding sun from the massive glass window behind him while he was placed in the middle of the room whom was littered with light gray bricks in a circle based manner for tiles, each of Them extending to the walls before being hidden by a large and fat section of book cases all around. These wielders of books each seemed to reach at least twenty five Metres in height while all of Them being gently covered in a dark blue like paint for a more arcanic affect. The numbers of books they held seemed old, most were not dusted or ruined, in fact their conditions were if anything fantastic but the runes used instead of typical language, the dull and lifeless covers and the sheer weight and size of these books where sometimes just obscene along with the fact that a one or two held ancient signs of death and warning on them, scaring off any possible readers but yet, the person in the middle of the room no only was reading one of these big books, he was reading three at once. A group of small and fist sized orbs sat under his legs, holding him up in the air while another rested on his spine with their barrels faced the ground, making him hover while they sat under him in a triangle like fashion, each of them appearing to be emitting that whispering blow mentioned earlier although the other two did not act as his chair but rather extra hands, each balancing a book perfectly on their heads while floating next to him as they hovered atleast a metre of the ground. The rays of the sun revealed all the words with extreme effienency for the boy as his glowing set of orbs easily strided across the pages of each of theses books, each of his hands open and ready to turn another print over again "No...Nothing useful...how can there be so many attempts and so many got it wrong.." the young man said in a slightly annoyed tone, his sets of eyebrows frowning while the electronic tone went slightly out of pitch due to having to go higher to respond to his mood "Creating Detrix.1 Contaiment" He randomly spoke out in a lifeless and artificial fashion once more as he turned to the last page on the right book he held or rather his robotic companion held whom within an a blink of an eye realized the information had been absorbed and flew away to place the book in its order and then floating through the right book case for a new piece of literature. That girlish hair band suddenly emitted a bright light upon the young mans head when his neck craned down to look at a word, making his hair move in the right position and thus forcing his scalp glow along with his hair band in a climax of powerful and bright colours.
A second past before that sphere came back with a book on it's top, this time the cover being a stain of blooded symbols upon a black background. Anyone would look at such a tome and immediately close it although the Drami barely glanced at it before opening it up and dashing his two word crested eyes down the forewarned destructive information "..they find pieces..but they get the rest wrong...the facts are so few and far between..." He says to himself in a more curious tone maybe even slightly happy this time although it definitely also had that sense of hard thinking underlining speed to it as well as he sat in the air, rushing his way through obscenely sized reading material. A few more words came out, this time deep but corrupted with a snickering laughter as if he was caught in a small joke while his eye brow still kept their frown but a smug expression crept upon his cheeks "It's like reading about a bunch of infants trying to understand war.."
As one would approach more and more down the hallway the sound of whispering air could be heard, as if something was blowing in a very serene and gentle manner in a constant and easy flow which now tagged along with the changing of pages and various movements a young, miniature limb made as it slided its fingers under each of the pages, ready to turn them. The person himself was mostly kissed in the vast warmth of the intruding sun from the massive glass window behind him while he was placed in the middle of the room whom was littered with light gray bricks in a circle based manner for tiles, each of Them extending to the walls before being hidden by a large and fat section of book cases all around. These wielders of books each seemed to reach at least twenty five Metres in height while all of Them being gently covered in a dark blue like paint for a more arcanic affect. The numbers of books they held seemed old, most were not dusted or ruined, in fact their conditions were if anything fantastic but the runes used instead of typical language, the dull and lifeless covers and the sheer weight and size of these books where sometimes just obscene along with the fact that a one or two held ancient signs of death and warning on them, scaring off any possible readers but yet, the person in the middle of the room no only was reading one of these big books, he was reading three at once. A group of small and fist sized orbs sat under his legs, holding him up in the air while another rested on his spine with their barrels faced the ground, making him hover while they sat under him in a triangle like fashion, each of them appearing to be emitting that whispering blow mentioned earlier although the other two did not act as his chair but rather extra hands, each balancing a book perfectly on their heads while floating next to him as they hovered atleast a metre of the ground. The rays of the sun revealed all the words with extreme effienency for the boy as his glowing set of orbs easily strided across the pages of each of theses books, each of his hands open and ready to turn another print over again "No...Nothing useful...how can there be so many attempts and so many got it wrong.." the young man said in a slightly annoyed tone, his sets of eyebrows frowning while the electronic tone went slightly out of pitch due to having to go higher to respond to his mood "Creating Detrix.1 Contaiment" He randomly spoke out in a lifeless and artificial fashion once more as he turned to the last page on the right book he held or rather his robotic companion held whom within an a blink of an eye realized the information had been absorbed and flew away to place the book in its order and then floating through the right book case for a new piece of literature. That girlish hair band suddenly emitted a bright light upon the young mans head when his neck craned down to look at a word, making his hair move in the right position and thus forcing his scalp glow along with his hair band in a climax of powerful and bright colours.
A second past before that sphere came back with a book on it's top, this time the cover being a stain of blooded symbols upon a black background. Anyone would look at such a tome and immediately close it although the Drami barely glanced at it before opening it up and dashing his two word crested eyes down the forewarned destructive information "..they find pieces..but they get the rest wrong...the facts are so few and far between..." He says to himself in a more curious tone maybe even slightly happy this time although it definitely also had that sense of hard thinking underlining speed to it as well as he sat in the air, rushing his way through obscenely sized reading material. A few more words came out, this time deep but corrupted with a snickering laughter as if he was caught in a small joke while his eye brow still kept their frown but a smug expression crept upon his cheeks "It's like reading about a bunch of infants trying to understand war.."
The setting changes from Aldergia - The Capital to Tungwist and the Surrounding Areas
0.00 INK
Lex'Car noticed that the bar was rapidly beginning to fill. He didn't really care for that. It only made keeping an eye on everything going on harder and harder than it already was. He kept getting glances now and again, most of them...not of the friendly nature. In fact, he was certain he smelled a cut purse of something. Just call it a careful man's intuition or something. But he was certain someone had been eying his coin purse. Continuing the exchange between the older man and the barkeep, he was a bit taken back at the sudden arrival of message via sprite. Very unusual...Even more unusual was his reaction to it. Stifling a slight giggle, the Venenum turned his attention to the old man, who seemed to have finally taken notice to his 'spying'. He could only giggle again as the man scooted closer.
"I notice a lot of things sir. Just like how on edge you seemed to get just now. Not about me of course." He gave a fox's grin underneath his mask of cloth and only very slightly cooed.
"Truth is, if I factor in more than a few factors, I'd say we might be after the same thing, though they might be for different reasons. I could be wrong...though I'm usually correct with my assumptions." He raised his hand, asking for a pint of ale. As soon as it arrived to him, he pulled his mask down and took a small sip of the liquid, wincing and immediately placing it down on the bar. "How...earthy. I didn't know alcohol was supposed to make one's gullet churn..." Truth was, Venenum liquor was know for being overly sweet, so most were not accustomed to the bitter, rich flavor of other race's ale. Turning his attention once more to the elder beside him, he licked his lips, running it over his extra set of canines carefully. "So, its odd you did not react in hatred to seeing what I am as most others would. My race is notorious for assassins and liars you know? We have a few brutes running around as well."
It was true, his kind were famed for their practices in stealth and politics, a few set aside for training as traditional warriors or berserkers. What Lex'Car was exactly didn't seem to fit. For one, he seemed social, something his kind was NOT famed for. "May I ask your name sir? Most of my kind call me Fool or Dancer, but my name is Lex'Car. Or Lex. Or Car. I care not what you call me sir." He flashed him another smile, maybe trying a bit too hard. There was an odd glint in the swamp fey's eyes, like someone playing a trick or fishing for information. Then again, most of his kind had that same exact look in their eyes. 'Maybe I should try another sip...' He carried out his idea and immediately realized it was one of the worst ideas of his life.
"I notice a lot of things sir. Just like how on edge you seemed to get just now. Not about me of course." He gave a fox's grin underneath his mask of cloth and only very slightly cooed.
"Truth is, if I factor in more than a few factors, I'd say we might be after the same thing, though they might be for different reasons. I could be wrong...though I'm usually correct with my assumptions." He raised his hand, asking for a pint of ale. As soon as it arrived to him, he pulled his mask down and took a small sip of the liquid, wincing and immediately placing it down on the bar. "How...earthy. I didn't know alcohol was supposed to make one's gullet churn..." Truth was, Venenum liquor was know for being overly sweet, so most were not accustomed to the bitter, rich flavor of other race's ale. Turning his attention once more to the elder beside him, he licked his lips, running it over his extra set of canines carefully. "So, its odd you did not react in hatred to seeing what I am as most others would. My race is notorious for assassins and liars you know? We have a few brutes running around as well."
It was true, his kind were famed for their practices in stealth and politics, a few set aside for training as traditional warriors or berserkers. What Lex'Car was exactly didn't seem to fit. For one, he seemed social, something his kind was NOT famed for. "May I ask your name sir? Most of my kind call me Fool or Dancer, but my name is Lex'Car. Or Lex. Or Car. I care not what you call me sir." He flashed him another smile, maybe trying a bit too hard. There was an odd glint in the swamp fey's eyes, like someone playing a trick or fishing for information. Then again, most of his kind had that same exact look in their eyes. 'Maybe I should try another sip...' He carried out his idea and immediately realized it was one of the worst ideas of his life.
The setting changes from Tungwist and the Surrounding Areas to The Kingdom of Tarn
Setting
0.00 INK
The Sprites were all too happy to get out from the bar. The bartender was a very good actor- too good, in fact. The Sprites knew this for a fact, and none of them really did feel like being peeled from the side of a shard of a broken wine bottle. In any event, they were flying into the forest (making sure to fly low so that less people noticed the brightly glowing creatures in an environment full of shadows) as fast as they could, but then they all realised how needlessly tiring that was since they weren't getting chased, and then they just flew into the forest quickly.
"Okay," Ibhi began gesturing to the eleven other sprites once they touched down on a patch of dirt hit by sunlight, "We've delivered the letter. Assuming no one saw us- and I doubt they did-"
"I doubt they saw brightly glowing airborne Sprites fluttering around a dimly lit bar, too," interrupted Snarki, the lean(er) and middle-sized Sprite of the bunch with short hair a few shades darker than Ibhi's.
"Quiet you," Ibhi 'snapped' back to the female. "Anyway, the mission was a success. Hopefully. Well, if he doesn't send the verification signal in an hour, then something's definitely up."
"We have a verification signal?" A rotund (well, rotund by Sprite standards, anyway. A little chubby by human standards) sprite inquired as he ran his hand through his hair.
"... yes, he pours three, four or five different wines down four or five different holes in the forest. He's done this for ages, Memori, how- how do you not know this?" Ibhi answered, perplexed.
"That was from the barkeep?" Wori joined in. "I always thought the drunkards were above Silantat when that happened"
"That happens too, but he knows how the order goes," Snarki responded.
"Enough!" Ibhi finished his gesture with a clap, which is a big emphasis on what he was trying to say. "Anyway, let's just go back."
"What was on that letter, by the way?" Snarki asked.
"Just instructions telling him to send out some of the members to ambush the Dodecopus patrol coming in three hours on the highway for more intel."
"I thought they were called Dodepus?" Wori said.
"... Just get in the damn bush, already. I'll tell you more about the mission." And at that, the twelve Sprites flew into the bush, retreating back to Silantat.
"Okay," Ibhi began gesturing to the eleven other sprites once they touched down on a patch of dirt hit by sunlight, "We've delivered the letter. Assuming no one saw us- and I doubt they did-"
"I doubt they saw brightly glowing airborne Sprites fluttering around a dimly lit bar, too," interrupted Snarki, the lean(er) and middle-sized Sprite of the bunch with short hair a few shades darker than Ibhi's.
"Quiet you," Ibhi 'snapped' back to the female. "Anyway, the mission was a success. Hopefully. Well, if he doesn't send the verification signal in an hour, then something's definitely up."
"We have a verification signal?" A rotund (well, rotund by Sprite standards, anyway. A little chubby by human standards) sprite inquired as he ran his hand through his hair.
"... yes, he pours three, four or five different wines down four or five different holes in the forest. He's done this for ages, Memori, how- how do you not know this?" Ibhi answered, perplexed.
"That was from the barkeep?" Wori joined in. "I always thought the drunkards were above Silantat when that happened"
"That happens too, but he knows how the order goes," Snarki responded.
"Enough!" Ibhi finished his gesture with a clap, which is a big emphasis on what he was trying to say. "Anyway, let's just go back."
"What was on that letter, by the way?" Snarki asked.
"Just instructions telling him to send out some of the members to ambush the Dodecopus patrol coming in three hours on the highway for more intel."
"I thought they were called Dodepus?" Wori said.
"... Just get in the damn bush, already. I'll tell you more about the mission." And at that, the twelve Sprites flew into the bush, retreating back to Silantat.
0.00 INK
Leonide only gazed at the man taking another sip of his beverage; it didn’t bother him, he only wanted to keep track of what the barkeep was doing. He could sense what he was doing, he kept track of all his movements; every subtle shift in the air, Leonide could feel air caused from this pushing the hairs on his thick hardened skin back and forth. “I think I will call you Lex, I presume that won’t be a problem.” He replied to the Venenum, wondering if the beverage he was drinking would take control of him soon. He didn’t know, nor did he care because it was amusing to see Lex speak his words.
The barkeep did his best to try to act discrete on the matter, but every moment, there were eyes peering in his direction. Most were from the rebellion, but few were not, and when one looked over to something interesting, the others did as well trying to figure out what they were looking at. The activity in the bar was nearing capacity, and the Dodepus were still late on their rounds so the barkeep would have to eventually make a grab at the letter hidden beneath the bench eventually. ‘Couldn’t the Sprites put it in a better place? It’s too far out of reach and makes it obvious that they dropped something here’. The barkeep thought. He was a very paranoid man, but he was connected to the right people, it gives him every right to be paranoid if you think about it. That would be the end of him, he was too paranoid. It didn’t make a whole lot of sense for allowing not all to see what was going to happen anyway: an attack, but he didn’t see it. He wasn’t thinking logically, he only kept thinking about the Stomper looking keeping his attention on him.
Eventually, as the next few minutes passed, Leonide was beginning to lose interest in the bench and the barkeep took note of this. There were no other eyes peering in his direction so he moved towards the letter and put it in his back pocket. No one had saw, no it was just a matter of reading it. With no one paying any mind to what he was doing, the barkeep moved into the back cellar when he kept most of the wines and spirits. It was a small room, stacked high with multiple racks laying on one another. They were nearly full; the barkeep did a good job on keeping his inventory full. The room only had the one exit, a wooden door with a stone frame keeping all gazing eyes away. He closed it to make sure no one would try to enter and leaned his back against it to prevent anyone from opening it while he read the contents of the note. “What!?” He yelled out loud, “There’s no way that they already attacked the patrol!”
The contents of letter stated that the patrol that was supposed to arrive here had already been wiped out by a group of soldiers. That is why they were late, they weren’t even coming. This was bad news, it would only be a matter of time before news spread about the attack on the patrol and the barkeep needed to act now. This wasn’t how everything was supposed to go down, they were supposed to extract information from the patrolling Dodepus about the King’s current situation; what he was doing and how far he had progressed with his research. It was vital information for the attack and attacking blindly would be too much of a risk. The barkeep barged out of his cellar and made an announcement, “People, a group of soldiers have already begun to attack.” After he had made that announcement, most of the citizens in that bar immediately began to cheer throwing their drinks up with them as they rose from their seats. “We need to move…now!”
Leonide was in amazement. It was true; this was one of the villages holding the rebellion. He was going to follow the action, no matter where it went. He needed to find the leader of the rebellion to convince him that he is rightful heir to the throne. “Lex, are you apart of this?” He asked the Venenum .
The barkeep did his best to try to act discrete on the matter, but every moment, there were eyes peering in his direction. Most were from the rebellion, but few were not, and when one looked over to something interesting, the others did as well trying to figure out what they were looking at. The activity in the bar was nearing capacity, and the Dodepus were still late on their rounds so the barkeep would have to eventually make a grab at the letter hidden beneath the bench eventually. ‘Couldn’t the Sprites put it in a better place? It’s too far out of reach and makes it obvious that they dropped something here’. The barkeep thought. He was a very paranoid man, but he was connected to the right people, it gives him every right to be paranoid if you think about it. That would be the end of him, he was too paranoid. It didn’t make a whole lot of sense for allowing not all to see what was going to happen anyway: an attack, but he didn’t see it. He wasn’t thinking logically, he only kept thinking about the Stomper looking keeping his attention on him.
Eventually, as the next few minutes passed, Leonide was beginning to lose interest in the bench and the barkeep took note of this. There were no other eyes peering in his direction so he moved towards the letter and put it in his back pocket. No one had saw, no it was just a matter of reading it. With no one paying any mind to what he was doing, the barkeep moved into the back cellar when he kept most of the wines and spirits. It was a small room, stacked high with multiple racks laying on one another. They were nearly full; the barkeep did a good job on keeping his inventory full. The room only had the one exit, a wooden door with a stone frame keeping all gazing eyes away. He closed it to make sure no one would try to enter and leaned his back against it to prevent anyone from opening it while he read the contents of the note. “What!?” He yelled out loud, “There’s no way that they already attacked the patrol!”
The contents of letter stated that the patrol that was supposed to arrive here had already been wiped out by a group of soldiers. That is why they were late, they weren’t even coming. This was bad news, it would only be a matter of time before news spread about the attack on the patrol and the barkeep needed to act now. This wasn’t how everything was supposed to go down, they were supposed to extract information from the patrolling Dodepus about the King’s current situation; what he was doing and how far he had progressed with his research. It was vital information for the attack and attacking blindly would be too much of a risk. The barkeep barged out of his cellar and made an announcement, “People, a group of soldiers have already begun to attack.” After he had made that announcement, most of the citizens in that bar immediately began to cheer throwing their drinks up with them as they rose from their seats. “We need to move…now!”
Leonide was in amazement. It was true; this was one of the villages holding the rebellion. He was going to follow the action, no matter where it went. He needed to find the leader of the rebellion to convince him that he is rightful heir to the throne. “Lex, are you apart of this?” He asked the Venenum .
0.00 INK
Lex'Car couldn't help but giggle in glee as the rather frustrated and oh-so-worrisome barkeep burst from his little hiding hole, shouting out directions. Bingo. He had been right all along. He had barely registered the old man's question, and it took him a few moment to answer. Turning his eyes back to his conversation party, he threw up a crooked grin. "Could be, could be. Either way, I just wanted to make sure thats exactly what was going on here. I'm looking forward to trying to join the fight." He raised his glass and added his cheer to the throng of clamor and joy behind him before dissolving back into his little fit of giggles.
What should he do? He could easily prove himself eager to fight along side the rebellion, find out who they intended to place on the throne instead of the current king, and take power for himself. Combat, betrayal, it promised to be fun. Or he could rat them out to the Royalty and not only earn a substantial reward, but favor among the higher ups of the land. He could use the influence and still achieve his goals through political means. He'd make up his mind later though. So many choices, each one a path to even more power. The Venenum blood in him demanded that he grow stronger, that he express his dominance over the other races. This was exactly what he was looking for. However...
There was the matter of his race. They were not widely trusted, given enough credit that knowing or associating with his people would earn a dagger to the front if you kept too close an eye on your back. They were rarely ever loyal and it was meant to be that way. Growing up in his culture, everyone but the royal family was a long line of orphans, for their kind abandoned their young at birth, leaving them with only their birth name, only without a surname. They were either taken in by a noble or wealthier family and given a home, pressed into military service, or cared for until they could work. It was not a child friendly land. A lad of the human equivalent of nine was expected to be able to work, handle at least two types of weapons, and be self educated enough to work for any merchant. Lex'Car had had the best and the worst kind of childhood that any Venenum could have...
Shaking his head, he snapped out of his daze and saw that people were still moving around and he finally turned back to the old man once more. "Why do you ask sir? You seem a bit...fragile to be engaging in a young man's war."
What should he do? He could easily prove himself eager to fight along side the rebellion, find out who they intended to place on the throne instead of the current king, and take power for himself. Combat, betrayal, it promised to be fun. Or he could rat them out to the Royalty and not only earn a substantial reward, but favor among the higher ups of the land. He could use the influence and still achieve his goals through political means. He'd make up his mind later though. So many choices, each one a path to even more power. The Venenum blood in him demanded that he grow stronger, that he express his dominance over the other races. This was exactly what he was looking for. However...
There was the matter of his race. They were not widely trusted, given enough credit that knowing or associating with his people would earn a dagger to the front if you kept too close an eye on your back. They were rarely ever loyal and it was meant to be that way. Growing up in his culture, everyone but the royal family was a long line of orphans, for their kind abandoned their young at birth, leaving them with only their birth name, only without a surname. They were either taken in by a noble or wealthier family and given a home, pressed into military service, or cared for until they could work. It was not a child friendly land. A lad of the human equivalent of nine was expected to be able to work, handle at least two types of weapons, and be self educated enough to work for any merchant. Lex'Car had had the best and the worst kind of childhood that any Venenum could have...
Shaking his head, he snapped out of his daze and saw that people were still moving around and he finally turned back to the old man once more. "Why do you ask sir? You seem a bit...fragile to be engaging in a young man's war."
The setting changes from Tungwist and the Surrounding Areas to Aldergia - The Capital
Setting
0.00 INK
Characters ITP: Murlocto in Aldergia.
After of day of searching for material, Murlocto had been unsuccessful in finding anything he hadn't already had in his possession. It was always the same type of contraptions laying about his kingdom, nothing was ever of use. The closest thing he found was the Drami; with an attitude to match its odd appearance, so he didn't know how much of a use it could be. It had only been a mere 50 years since he had taken over the kingdom, and this was as far as he got. He still had no real clue on how to activate any of the machines. He knew that it requires a power source or some sort, but he didn't know how to acquire it; if he did, he still wouldn't know how to use it. Even though Murlocto possessed a power that none other in Tarn had ever seen, he still felt powerless with the inevitable doom that was coming his was. He knew of the building army, and he knew that sooner or later he would have battering rams destroying the main gates of his castle and destroying everything he had built. The economy would soon suffer; citizens of Tarn had no real advanced concepts of currency or wealth. He was sure that they were use to living off of the land having to inefficiently do their own work when people could be rewarded for doing the works of others. Such a horrid concept.
Frustrated with his progress, he wanted to see what more information he could get out of the Drami before he would begin to lose all control. He made his way towards the room that the Drami occupied to question him about the possibilities of activating these ancient machines by some other means. The way that he had moved was unique to the Dodepus, shift and alternating each of the 10 tentacles smoothly in a constant motion. Maneuvering on dry land was fairly simple and most Dodepus were able to move at speeds of twice that of a walking adult. The soft underbelly of each tentacle acted as grip and stabilization for their movements. As he enter through the door frame of the room, he spoke in stern voice as he usually did, "Mew, I require your assistance."
Murlocto was not in his usually apparel, he was in full armor which he wore when he journeyed beyond the borders of Aldergia. A metal plate was a custom design by the cities blacksmiths to fit the body and frame of the Dodepi army; it would cover most of their front leaving only the eyes and top part of their skull exposed. Armor was still essential for the Dodepus despite most of their outer layer being strong and hard and most Dodepus have grown accustom to the constant requirement to wear their armor. The only real weakness they would have is a lack of mobility and vision. They were not able to move as fast due to the added wait and the cheap refinements of the available ore. Iron is heavy, but the Dodepus are strong and carrying a large plate of iron was not too big of a deal; it gave them more strength as the months went on serving under Murlocto. The other downside to their armor were the loss of vision, they were not able to make use of their 180 degree of perfect vision, it's greatly reduced by more than half. Sneaking around behind them wouldn't be too hard if they weren't keen with their other senses. Murlocto's armor had decorative designs throughout his main plate, but the plate remained a constant grey with the only color that was given off by the cloak that he wore around the exposed areas which was colored a royal red.
After of day of searching for material, Murlocto had been unsuccessful in finding anything he hadn't already had in his possession. It was always the same type of contraptions laying about his kingdom, nothing was ever of use. The closest thing he found was the Drami; with an attitude to match its odd appearance, so he didn't know how much of a use it could be. It had only been a mere 50 years since he had taken over the kingdom, and this was as far as he got. He still had no real clue on how to activate any of the machines. He knew that it requires a power source or some sort, but he didn't know how to acquire it; if he did, he still wouldn't know how to use it. Even though Murlocto possessed a power that none other in Tarn had ever seen, he still felt powerless with the inevitable doom that was coming his was. He knew of the building army, and he knew that sooner or later he would have battering rams destroying the main gates of his castle and destroying everything he had built. The economy would soon suffer; citizens of Tarn had no real advanced concepts of currency or wealth. He was sure that they were use to living off of the land having to inefficiently do their own work when people could be rewarded for doing the works of others. Such a horrid concept.
Frustrated with his progress, he wanted to see what more information he could get out of the Drami before he would begin to lose all control. He made his way towards the room that the Drami occupied to question him about the possibilities of activating these ancient machines by some other means. The way that he had moved was unique to the Dodepus, shift and alternating each of the 10 tentacles smoothly in a constant motion. Maneuvering on dry land was fairly simple and most Dodepus were able to move at speeds of twice that of a walking adult. The soft underbelly of each tentacle acted as grip and stabilization for their movements. As he enter through the door frame of the room, he spoke in stern voice as he usually did, "Mew, I require your assistance."
Murlocto was not in his usually apparel, he was in full armor which he wore when he journeyed beyond the borders of Aldergia. A metal plate was a custom design by the cities blacksmiths to fit the body and frame of the Dodepi army; it would cover most of their front leaving only the eyes and top part of their skull exposed. Armor was still essential for the Dodepus despite most of their outer layer being strong and hard and most Dodepus have grown accustom to the constant requirement to wear their armor. The only real weakness they would have is a lack of mobility and vision. They were not able to move as fast due to the added wait and the cheap refinements of the available ore. Iron is heavy, but the Dodepus are strong and carrying a large plate of iron was not too big of a deal; it gave them more strength as the months went on serving under Murlocto. The other downside to their armor were the loss of vision, they were not able to make use of their 180 degree of perfect vision, it's greatly reduced by more than half. Sneaking around behind them wouldn't be too hard if they weren't keen with their other senses. Murlocto's armor had decorative designs throughout his main plate, but the plate remained a constant grey with the only color that was given off by the cloak that he wore around the exposed areas which was colored a royal red.
The setting changes from Aldergia - The Capital to The Kingdom of Tarn
Setting
0.00 INK
As the shimmers and gliding sounds of sweeping dust entered the air in a gentle echoing breeze the once immobile young man started to twirl the various organic devices within in his own neck, tearing those set of glowing and neon light filled orbs to the direction of the sounds of movement that only got louder as time went by, it was not long before these said sounds of gliding became more defined and the tiny tints of metal and heavy weight being shifted drifted into his ears and thus in reaction the young man straightened his head more. The flocks on his mixtures of hair blocked some of the over bearing pillar of light that extended from the summoning materials of the windows skin, casting the light purely on his back now as he sat up straight with his spine arched in a disciplined and alertive manner when the distant image of a massive, metal monster started to move towards him in a rather quick pace. Mew's eyes narrowed for a split second as he focused his two shining observers at the approaching fellow before realizing the identity of the foreign creature and simply started to brush his fingers across the books pages before touching the sides with the tip of his joints and then gripping it with a clench of his knuckles before lifting its cover to a close, he repeated this action with each of his books that was now still open before him, shutting off the flow of information one by one while even giving them a final glance as he kept his attention on the nearing king, Murlocto.
He remained still for a moment as he clambered his eyes up and down the metal instruments that now were hugging the royal xenos body before turning his neck towards the black kissed cover on his lap while the other books each was quickly hovered away by the spherical servants he controlled, each shining up in the light as they reflected off the rays that broke through the window as they swiftly pushed the vessels of knowledge into whatever empty slots were available in the vast towers of book cases that stood on each of his sides. Memma remained rather curious in his gaze, although very adult in spirit in many ways he was still a child and that fact was obvious by the sudden increase in the width of his eyes, whom now was rather large like a set of dinner plates when he scanned the figures frame but this only remained there for a moment as his orbs had begun to glitter as such eyes do when filled with youth. After forcing himself to stop and regaining a questioning inspection of his master the formerly used book in his lap was quickly ganged up by two of sphere at a single time which both let out a gentle hum of hovering as they went by each of its sides and drifted upwards to the very top of the left bookcase as they returned the pages to their previous default position. A second past or so, just enough to let the silence of the personal sanctionairy take affect before the Multi-limped Alien was close enough to talk. His words were taken swiftly and as he said such verbal pleads for aid, the boy slowly let the number of minions move themselves up and thus acting like a slide, forcing him to take part with gravity and fall to the ground with his feet as the spheres went in a vertical manner.
A small "uh" broke out from his throat in his typical child like manner, finding it hard to add that sly and bravado filled cocksure under tones he normally would have when falling to the ground. While the little boy fell the glimmer in his hair band went into a heavenly, divine white before returning back to a pale snowy colour when greeted by the monsters shadow, his clothes also sliding up and revealing his stomach slightly along his elbows as the wind beat against his body before falling back down again to cover his immature frame. Mew took a short breath as he stood before the giant being before him and only raised his right hand up in a casual and relaxed manner at his cowl, shuffling the design side to side slightly when it had wrinkled along with went out of uniform from the fall. After having adjusted himself he look upwards at the man with his runic, mysterious but yet innocent eyes and simply let out in a somewhat soft and sweet tune "What is it, uncle Murlocto?.." in question to the previous said sentence from the king.
He remained still for a moment as he clambered his eyes up and down the metal instruments that now were hugging the royal xenos body before turning his neck towards the black kissed cover on his lap while the other books each was quickly hovered away by the spherical servants he controlled, each shining up in the light as they reflected off the rays that broke through the window as they swiftly pushed the vessels of knowledge into whatever empty slots were available in the vast towers of book cases that stood on each of his sides. Memma remained rather curious in his gaze, although very adult in spirit in many ways he was still a child and that fact was obvious by the sudden increase in the width of his eyes, whom now was rather large like a set of dinner plates when he scanned the figures frame but this only remained there for a moment as his orbs had begun to glitter as such eyes do when filled with youth. After forcing himself to stop and regaining a questioning inspection of his master the formerly used book in his lap was quickly ganged up by two of sphere at a single time which both let out a gentle hum of hovering as they went by each of its sides and drifted upwards to the very top of the left bookcase as they returned the pages to their previous default position. A second past or so, just enough to let the silence of the personal sanctionairy take affect before the Multi-limped Alien was close enough to talk. His words were taken swiftly and as he said such verbal pleads for aid, the boy slowly let the number of minions move themselves up and thus acting like a slide, forcing him to take part with gravity and fall to the ground with his feet as the spheres went in a vertical manner.
A small "uh" broke out from his throat in his typical child like manner, finding it hard to add that sly and bravado filled cocksure under tones he normally would have when falling to the ground. While the little boy fell the glimmer in his hair band went into a heavenly, divine white before returning back to a pale snowy colour when greeted by the monsters shadow, his clothes also sliding up and revealing his stomach slightly along his elbows as the wind beat against his body before falling back down again to cover his immature frame. Mew took a short breath as he stood before the giant being before him and only raised his right hand up in a casual and relaxed manner at his cowl, shuffling the design side to side slightly when it had wrinkled along with went out of uniform from the fall. After having adjusted himself he look upwards at the man with his runic, mysterious but yet innocent eyes and simply let out in a somewhat soft and sweet tune "What is it, uncle Murlocto?.." in question to the previous said sentence from the king.
- 18 posts here • Page 1 of 1
View All »Arcs
Arcs are bundles of posts that you can organize on your own. They're useful for telling a story that might span long periods of time or space.
There are no arcs in this roleplay.
View All » Create New » Quests
There are no quests in this roleplay.
Add Group » View All » 0 Factions to align with
Here's the current leaderboard.
There are no groups in this roleplay!
Game Master Controls
Welcome home, Promethean. Here, you can manage your universe.
Arcs
Arcs are bundles of posts from any location, allowing you to easily capture sub-plots which might be spread out across multiple locations.
Add Quest » Quests
You can create Quests with various rewards, encouraging your players to engage with specific plot lines.
Add Setting » 6 Settings for your players to play in
Settings are the backdrop for the characters in your universe, giving meaning and context to their existence. By creating a number of well-written locations, you can organize your universe into areas and regions.
Navigation
While not required, locations can be organized onto a map. More information soon!
Add Group » 0 Factions to align with
There are no groups in this roleplay!
Collectibles
By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.
Once an Item has been created, it can be spawned in the IC using /spawn Item Name (case-sensitive, as usual) — this can be followed with /take Item Name to retrieve the item into the current character's inventory.
Mobs
Give your Universe life by adding a Mob, which are auto-replenishing NPCs your players can interact with. Useful for some quick hack-and-slash fun!
Mobs can be automated spawns, like rats and bats, or full-on NPCs complete with conversation menus. Use them to enhance your player experience!
Current Mobs
No mobs have been created yet.
Spawns
Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.
Events
You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.
Orphanage
By marking a character as abandoned, you can offer them to your players as pre-made character sheets.
The Forge
Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Kingdom of Tarn. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.
Notable Items
No items have been created yet!
The Market
Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.
Market DataMarket conditions are Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale) |
Open Stores
View All » Add Character » 10 Characters to follow in this universe
Newest
Lord/Sir Memmamemmamew
I am so tired of this old bastards pestering attempts at resistance over some damaged hubris
Murlocto
He's so evil that he punches babies on a regular basis.
Shisui
Do you know what it is... to live your life in a dream?
Leonide
Heir to the throne. That is until it was taken over...
Trending
Murlocto
He's so evil that he punches babies on a regular basis.
Leonide
Heir to the throne. That is until it was taken over...
Shisui
Do you know what it is... to live your life in a dream?
Lord/Sir Memmamemmamew
I am so tired of this old bastards pestering attempts at resistance over some damaged hubris
Most Followed
Murlocto
He's so evil that he punches babies on a regular basis.
Shisui
Do you know what it is... to live your life in a dream?
Lord/Sir Memmamemmamew
I am so tired of this old bastards pestering attempts at resistance over some damaged hubris
Leonide
Heir to the throne. That is until it was taken over...
View All » Places
7 posts · 6 characters present · last post 2011-02-03 21:39:14 »
The Kingdom of Tarn and the world within it.
2 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2011-02-02 08:23:21 »
The Kingdom of Tarn ↪ Aldergia - The Capital Owner: RolePlayGateway
The throne of Murlocto says, "Fear Me."
9 posts · 1 characters present · last post 2011-02-01 23:05:47 »
The Kingdom of Tarn ↪ Tungwist and the Surrounding Areas Owner: RolePlayGateway
The village and the surrounding areas...heavily fortified by dodepus soldiers.
0 posts · 1 characters present · last post 1970-01-01 00:00:00 »
The Kingdom of Tarn ↪ Gavenhol Owner: RolePlayGateway
Welcome to the streets of Gavenhol. Lurk the alleyways, the bars, and you'll find nothing but rebellion support -- along with some dodepi in armor.
0 posts · 2 characters present · last post 1970-01-01 00:00:00 »
The Kingdom of Tarn ↪ Arlergia Owner: RolePlayGateway
The beautiful sky city of Arlergia.
0 posts · 0 characters present · last post 1970-01-01 00:00:00 »
The Kingdom of Tarn ↪ Tarnia Owner: RolePlayGateway
Water world. Don't forget your amulet before boarding the ship.
Fullscreen Chat » Create Topic » Kingdom of Tarn: Out of Character
Discussions
-
- Topics
- Replies
- Views
- Last post
-
-
Kingdom of Tarn
1, 2by Frog on Mon Jan 17, 2011 2:37 pm
- 21 Replies
- 1117 Views
- Last post by Statement
on Sun Feb 13, 2011 4:43 pm
-
Kingdom of Tarn
-
-
Kingdom of Tarn - Terminology
by Frog on Tue Jan 18, 2011 3:44 pm
- 0 Replies
- 362 Views
- Last post by Frog
on Tue Jan 18, 2011 3:44 pm
-
Kingdom of Tarn - Terminology
Most recent OOC posts in Kingdom of Tarn
There have been no posts in the OOC topic for this roleplay!