[Angalia] - The Golden Age

isafos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **isafos** on Sun Sep 02, 2007 5:21 am

"Deal," he said, shaking Trect's hand, smiling and standing up. a Very good deal. especially for a Stronghold that can has Soldiers to pay. "I'll get to work immediately." he bowed slightly to be polite, leaving the room. he walked to the guards, taking most of the weapons, but leaving the odd round objects and poisons with them. "on me. I can afford it." he said, sounding rather pleased as he left.

he returned to his camp around ten minutes later, leaving the weapons he knew he didn't need in his hidden stash and heading off, following the dead grass at a jog. for a Half-Orc his size, he was surprisingly fast, and almost as silent as the rangers themselves.

Mikhos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mikhos** on Mon Sep 03, 2007 6:28 pm

"Lookie here, mate. You as well as anyone else know how damn fast I can be when I try. I don't worship Ryna for nothing, you know." Jakob smiled. Rin was probably one of the few outgoing and friendly soldiers from the Stronghold, and they always bickered about nothing. He looked into the windows of the third floor. The day's failing light wasn't enough for him to make out who exactly was watching, but he knew whomever it was, their gaze was evil. The house was still heated too much by the sun for his infravision to make any distinctions.
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OOC : Himros and Le cruise better get their asses back in here soon, or we'll have to change the story. I'll add god information soon. I'm feeling lazy right now.

isafos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **isafos** on Tue Sep 04, 2007 1:29 am

(did you PM them?)

Himros · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Himros** on Tue Sep 04, 2007 10:40 am

(((BAAACK))

isafos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **isafos** on Tue Sep 04, 2007 7:06 pm

(ok, Back IC. lets continue. and try to post more dude.)

he followed the Tracks until they stopped at the steps of a manor. normal enough, bar the smoking doors laying on the ground, ten feet from where they should be. he looked around warily for the Rangers, and started to edge towards the steps up to the manor.

Mikhos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mikhos** on Wed Sep 05, 2007 3:15 pm

"Saryk! Come on out!" Jakob called. "Unless you're going to run away again! I'm sure your father would be proud of a coward such as you!" He grinned. Taunting almost always worked. He eyed the large entrance room carefully- there could be any number of demons in here.

((Himrosssssss.))

Le Cruise · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Le Cruise** on Wed Sep 05, 2007 6:31 pm

IC:
HIllshok witnessed things no human should, every image that flashed through his eyes filled him with thousands of emotions, all fighting each other for supremacy. He lost focus on his mortal body, and gave into the strange sights. Once he felt a small tug on his psyche, the emotions settled, and the sights began fizzing to nothingness. Hillshok collapsed on to the ground, eyes rolled back into his head, and a small bit of drool now hung from the side of his mouth. Hillshok's eyes rolled back into their normal position, and he wiped away the drool. His head was spinning, a strong scent resembling moss drifted into his nostrils. Hillshok's mana was slightly drained, he knew he could possibly summon a small undead, summoning a couple of bones was more lucky though. Hillshok's mood was changed now, it could have just took being possessed momentarily to realize it, but, he actually began to feel happy. Well, compared to his usual mood, anything was happy, his lips stayed put in their slight frown, but, his soul felt lifted oddly. "Saryk! Come on out!" rang through his ears, HIllshok's eyes went wide again. In the back of his mind, he remembered hearing a story of a demon named Saryk. All the pieces fell into their places, Hillshok had known that this demon was powerfull, Saryk would fit just fine. For the first time in over 200 years, Hillshok smiled, and not just any smile, but a large, toothy grin. An evil aura began to surround Hillshok, and his eyes shrank back to normal size. He would soon become the chief mage of the demon known as Saryk, and old habits will always die hard. These were the only two thoughts going through his mind, not the loss of his love, not the evil things he did before and after it, and not the consequenses of his next actions. He opened his grin, and spoke in a tone laced with mal intent

"My master, if I may be so willing as to recieve enough power to defeat your...our enemies." His eyes shown with hunger for power, and his hand reached into a hidden pocket in his robes, grabbing a small scroll.

OOC:Hey all, sry about the lack of posting, been pretty busy, anyways, have fun!

isafos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **isafos** on Thu Sep 06, 2007 7:02 pm

(hey guys, we REALLY need to post harder, faster, and more often. there are HEAPS of new ((and necromanced)) RP's, now way in front of us with the wave of new users. unless we want this RP to die, we're gonna need to become regulars for this RP.)

"...Saryk?" he repeated as he heard the words, a frown coming across his face. he had heard the name before. in stories when he had been travelling, how he learnt most of the things he knew. but he thought they were just that. stories. if Saryk did indeed exist, he at least hoped some of what he had heard was fabricated, or he truly had something to worry about. his pointed ears seemed he droop slightly, like a dog when it was scared. a dis-advantage of being a variant of elf. he finally spotted the rangers, who had in fact, NOT gone inside yet. he walked over to them, recognizing the elf he had met in the woods. his longsword stayed sheathed. he certainly did NOT want trouble with this Dremorg.

isafos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **isafos** on Thu Sep 06, 2007 7:04 pm

(hey guys, we REALLY need to post harder, faster, and more often. there are HEAPS of new ((and necromanced)) RP's, now way in front of us with the wave of new users. unless we want this RP to die, we're gonna need to become regulars for this RP.)

"...Saryk?" he repeated as he heard the words, a frown coming across his face. he had heard the name before. in stories when he had been travelling, how he learnt most of the things he knew. but he thought they were just that. stories. if Saryk did indeed exist, he at least hoped some of what he had heard was fabricated, or he truly had something to worry about. his pointed ears seemed he droop slightly, like a dog when it was scared. a dis-advantage of being a variant of elf. he finally spotted the rangers, who had in fact, NOT gone inside yet. he walked over to them, recognizing the elf he had met in the woods. his longsword stayed sheathed. he certainly did NOT want trouble with this Dremorg.

Walter Barrecks · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Walter Barrecks** on Mon Sep 10, 2007 3:46 pm

( I joined, although I won't be affecting the current fight unless jake writes me into it somehow)
User:Walter barrecks
Name: ?
Age: ? teens
Height: 6 foot
Weight: 190
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown a little messy
Note:Looks like my sig.
Equip: Shirt, shorts, katana tied on back.
Descriction: Has common intelegence of an animal, and how to use a sword, doesn't speak, no concept of anything humans know, such as but not limited to, speaking, money, work, common technology.
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He woke up in the streets, people all around, some staring. He got up, looked down at himself. Something stange was on him, covering his skin. Also something heavy was on his back. Oh yeah, shiny claw.
He looked around, monsters all around him, he was scared but didn't run. What was all this, why was he here........

Mikhos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mikhos** on Mon Sep 10, 2007 3:59 pm

Jakob looked behind him.
"Hello." He said, all too calmly to the Half-Orc. "Care to join us?" He gestured around the manor.
And with that he mumbled a few words. The telltale whirlwinds surrounded his blades once more. This fight was going to be a hard one- Jakob would be satisfied if he could just get Saryk on the ground. A Dremorg never truly dies, unless you can imprison their soul, otherwise they will return in a hundred years.
"Just letting you know, he's apparently got a powerful mage alongside him. This won't be easy."
The lack of the mischievous twinkle in his eyes showed the true dread of the situation.
There would be casualties.

((This is not the last battle, seeing how Saryk in the Angalian mythology slays Wretch the god of the Undead to become the new god....))

Walter Barrecks · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Walter Barrecks** on Mon Sep 10, 2007 8:20 pm

The man started waking on all fours, he didn't know why he was here, but he did know he was hungry. He went in search of food, finding a cave made out of trees. He pawed around inside, hunting for meat. He found some dead meat, it was warm, on top of a tree stump. He ripped apart with his teeth until a monster chased him out of the place roaring at him, hitting him with a broom.

OOC: in other words, I found an in, ate someone food, and the bartender chased me out

isafos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **isafos** on Tue Sep 11, 2007 10:26 pm

(sounds SUSPICIOUSLY alike my camp. O_o)

the Half-Orc swore (although thanks to the manners he DID have, he swore quietly). if he DIDN'T go in, there was a slightly higher chance of the Half-elf dying, which would mean he got no payment. but if HE died (or worse, was captured by the Dremorg for the 'ritual'), he wouldn't be able to get he payment ANYWAY. he sighed, pulling his longsword from it's sheath. "by your command." he said, ready to enter.

Walter Barrecks · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Walter Barrecks** on Wed Sep 12, 2007 2:38 pm

(I didin't know that, I just made a completly animalistic charater)

Mikhos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mikhos** on Sat Sep 15, 2007 8:53 am

"Well, I guess this is my command, my friend." Jakob smilyed wryly. Jakob seemed to lead people more often than not, even though he personally never truly wanted to. It was just few people were as good as leading as himself.
Jakob led the Half-Orc into the manor, preparing for whatever ambush was set up.

Himros · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Himros** on Sat Sep 15, 2007 9:09 am

"My minion, you may place me on my feet now, the manor will restore me and I shall give to you that which you have earned, power beyond belief." Saryk couldn't conain his elation, Finnally A sorcerer to aid him, All too many Dremorgs shunned the innate power that dwelled in each of them, it was their Draconic-Demonic Blood that gave them this, yet they refuted the power. He could understand however, they feared it, the few who chose to use it, could become consumed by this power, driving them beyond insanity. Hilshok was useful however, having been powerful before becomeing a dremorg.

Mikhos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mikhos** on Thu Sep 20, 2007 7:29 am

"Saryk! Come on out! It's time we finish this! I'm here to make sure you stop raiding on the stronghold!" Jakob yelled this in a cold voice. If he was succesful,then Saryk would either die or come to realize that messing with the Angalian Army is a horrible idea. He took a step into the Manor, nothing in sight.

Is it seriously going to be a fair fight for once?

isafos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **isafos** on Fri Sep 21, 2007 5:57 pm

the Half-Orc gripped the longsword, looking around as he carefully entered the Manor. spun around, and with a tiny swoosh of air, a tiny black object shot from one of the arms of his cloak, pinning a (now) dead bat up against a wall on the second level, the dart-like object impaled through it's left eye. he grunted irritably. he was too jumpy. he continued walking after the Half-Elf, hoping, but doubting, that he had missed the Half-Orc's feat. it took incredible reflexes and skill to be able to hit a fast moving object through the eye without a split second of thought.

Himros · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Himros** on Fri Sep 21, 2007 6:18 pm

The Imp's where thick as air int the manor courtyard, and the Sentinels silent in the shadows, the rangers where closing in, the imps parting to avoid detection, a few more steps, and they would all die ...

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"Hilshok" saryk said, worried by his newest members refusal to release him, or respond. "you must release me, there are intruders in the courtyard, it is your duty as a DREMORG TO DEFEND THIS MANOR!" Panic shone clear in his voice

Mikhos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mikhos** on Fri Sep 21, 2007 7:23 pm

((Send a PM to le cruise, he's a little slow to respond sometimes. ;]))

Jakob leaped, both swords flashing in the torch-light inside the building as demon rose just to be struck down or turned into a statue.
"My friend, funny time to tell you I know not of your name, but I don't think I'll be able to take them alone... you look like a formidable fighter." Jakob said as locking weapons with a half-dragon.
"Back to whence you came, devil!" Jakob called, loosing his father's sword and embedding it deep into the half-dragon's head.

Saryk better make an appearance soon or we'll be taxed before the fight really begins.

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