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Post by Peasant on Mar 5, 2008 11:11:10 GMT -5
((ooc: wow chill out guys, I'm just having fun, besides Rowan was the one who said Silverfox was going to kill Nancy and when he didn't, well...
besides you ALWAYS rez right?
Nancy's playing a potential bad guy, she's a criminal... sure there's "orphans" but that can be spun in so many ways
and I'm not remaking characters, I'm just taking the persepective that Nancy's character is an unreliable narrator
Sergeant Ruffel was conicidently a character I had planned and I'm defending him and Buttlebee against stereotypes
try looking through their eyes they see a large drunken, dangerous-looking barbarian wandering through *their* town at night, and go to investigate, meanwhile a demon possesses a boy to attack them (not to mention that he broke into a church and stole priests' clothing) and they were finally murdered by a girl that steals things from other people
sure its fantasy, but can't a fantasy town be a generally law-abiding place?
no matter what time period, if you kill or steal there's going to be consequenses))
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Post by Rowan on Mar 5, 2008 11:15:30 GMT -5
We as the fighters in RL should be the main characters in the stories. Lets get back to a good story, play off what each-other has written and have FUN guys... this is for FUN remember...
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Rowan {edited}
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Post by Ematai on Mar 5, 2008 11:16:24 GMT -5
they're brigandage men. Do you know what that means Charlie?
brig·and /ˈbrɪgənd/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[brig-uhnd] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation –noun a bandit, esp. one of a band of robbers in mountain or forest regions.
—Related forms brig·and·age, noun brig·and·ish, adjective brig·and·ish·ly, adverb
—Synonyms outlaw, highwayman, desperado, cutthroat.
brig·and (brĭg'ənd) Pronunciation Key n. A robber or bandit, especially one of an outlaw band.
not ppl who work in a respectable army Charlie.
I'm sad now. We had something amazing going and then you come along and try and ruin what we started, you did ruin. You need to learn about rp etiquette, even though this is a 'take over rp' you still have to respect how someone else made a character. You can't just jump in randomly in the middle of the story and turn them around. Make your own people up, I don't care. Just don't steal my names and use them for your own.
and as long as Rowan is done, I can't continue. He the leader of this rp and I will follow him in whatever he does. [well not really, but I don't want to continue this either]
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Post by lamp on Mar 5, 2008 11:21:18 GMT -5
[Instead of trying to see through the eyes of Buttlebee, how 'bout Nancy's or mine? I don't think you should have to explain your actions. Your intents should be farly obvious...]
[Everything that has to do with this mess is now grey-out and can be ignored... please continue the story.]
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Post by Rowan on Mar 5, 2008 11:49:18 GMT -5
After much wandering around the town of Riverfront; Rowan, with the half-elven holy man in tow, finnaly finds the place where the SilverFox is plying his trade. After a brief (and mildly violent) discussion, Rowan manages to "convince" SilverFox to return his sword to him. The only thing that Rowan doesnt understand is how a hobbit with red eyes could have stolen his sword and traded it to Fox for a bag of hard sugar candies. Rowan could have sworn he saw a pretty young girl with his sword before the two brigands jumped him... Must be the ale.
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Post by Rowan on Mar 5, 2008 11:56:11 GMT -5
After leaving the pub that The Fox was in, with his old sword on its right place on his Hip, Rowan turns to the small healer.
"So father, where do we go from here? I told you I would help ya... and now lets get on with the helping. I has been gone from me camp to long and I needs to be back by da full moon."
Rowan and the healer don't even notice a familiar shape that has found them again; following the two of them. Lampir had went back to seek a little revenge on the SilverFox for Emitia, but saw the barbarian wearing the very sword that started all of this.
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Post by varden on Mar 7, 2008 15:07:40 GMT -5
After following Rowan's path for a while the small town of Riverfront comes into view. A little ale sounds good after the long walk and probably the best place to find Rowan. The tavern's towards the center of town. I notice the guards seem to be a little more organized than usual. "Hail!" I call out as I stride into town."Halt!! Who goes?!" they respond. "Varden of the Legion of Dragoons! I seek out my cousin." I reply. Their hands relax from the pommel of their swords. Looks like the soldiers from Llorrac get younger every year i think to myself. After a few worried glances I am allowed to pass into Riverfront and make my way to the tavern. Here and there I notice wanted posters. Interesting....maybe I'll look for this Ematai. I am sure the commander would pay me if I brought her in. Later though I need to find Rowan fast. TO THE TAVERN!!!!
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Post by Shadow Moonstride on Mar 28, 2008 9:56:51 GMT -5
"Ah 'tis a problem indeed." Remarked Shadow. "Well what I'm looking for is called the Shackles of Tarshel of Anarth ReMore. When demons had come to destroy his city, the holy warrior fought hordes of monstrosities, and well to keep time on our side, he was bound with shackles to his back to carry the weight of the innocent that he slaughtered afterwards... The holy council of the city had deemed him, 'a lost body redeemed by the evil ones,' and so he was banished to wander deep woods and labyrinth caverns in the Northern Steppes, wearing these shackles that demons and mortals alike held to its whim of celestial weight, ever to ponder their grievances. But it acts as a divine shield too, protecting its bearer from the sly and those who would sneak onto their backside." Shadow told the Chieftain as they walked toward the center of town, coming up on a tavern, which Varden had entered just before they had turned the corner onto the street.
Rowan sighed and shook his head as he knew that he might be in over his head, just as this thin half-elf most certainly was drowning in his pilgrimage. "Alas, this ancient artifact cannot be born without an incantation, so it is not moving anywhere very soon. I have the incantation, yet I can wait for your meet-" Shadow stopped as his ears pricked up a very lightly placed footstep, most of the sound being covered by the wind and rattling shutters of the town. Turning, Shadow's eyes caught movement, and Rowan had smelled something that Shadow could not. They both turned to see what they had sensed in the practically desolate street. No warning or word of direction came from Dengrave. Rowan gently put his hand on his weapons, and Shadow slipped a small knife from his surcoat to his sleeve, hoping not for a fight.
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Post by malek on Mar 30, 2008 23:18:18 GMT -5
The light-footed steps of the dark, hooded figure obviously alarming the group of men in the streets. From beneath the faint light cast by the moon, Malek's eyes glimmered beneath his goggles. He smiled, though his face was hidden by a mask. He slowly, gripping his sword ever so lightly beneath his cloak, pulled forth his other hand, clutching a scroll of parchment. He presented it toward the figures standing in the road.
"Nice night, eh?" a raspy, snake-like voice hissed. "See, I were lookin' to discuss with yers if perhaps yeh've seen er know the whereabouts of any of these here criminal types. Name's Malek...assassin, mercenary, and -- particularly at the moment, as I be needin' some jingle in me purse -- bounty hunter"
Malek smiled again even deeper from under his scarf, and continued to gently wrap his fingers tighter to the hilt of his concealed weapon, ready to jump into action at the first sign of aggression or fleeing.
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Post by Rowan on Mar 31, 2008 9:24:36 GMT -5
*Rowan takes the wanted paper from the weird little man, reads it and throws it to the ground after crumpling it.*
"Let me tells you somethin friend. You look new; and being as you introduced yourself as an assassin, probably you aren't knowing this area. Does people prolly didn,t do nothing. The kingdom guard *Rowan spits on the ground at his feet* are are corrupt and work with black orks.
*Rowan very bluntly shifts his fur cloak so his armor, weapons and Dragoon cross can be seen*
"Feel free to hunt who you will, but working for men who turn their back on people they asked help of to be slaughtered by Orks might not be a recipe for a long life."
"I've got two cousins, a sword, and some holy relic shite to find. So unless you've seen a sword with red runes on the blade like these ((Rowan points to the tattoo on his left arm)) or a man named Silver-Fox, or one named Varden or some Cuffs that you wear on your back... have a good night"
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Post by malek on Mar 31, 2008 13:44:24 GMT -5
The stranger smiled again, this time so big that even with his covered face and the darkness of the early night, it would have been obvious to anyone within close proximity. The raspy voice slithered from his mouth again.
"My apologies, Dragoon. Black Ork yer say? Hmmm, well I don't suppose I'd much be wantin' to accept blood money from a militia who's likely gettin' it from Ork raids, now would I? Wouldn't be very honorable, eh? My trade is noble, tho' it may not sound it. I provide law in lawless lands, an' I 'eard these steps is as lawless as it gets, save th' men bearin' tha' cross o' yers."
Malek removed his hand from his sword and extended it forward in a gesture of greeting. Rowan looked at it unsure of whether to welcome it or chase the stranger off into the hills.
"Let me introduce myself more properly. Malek Grigori is the name. Used to be th' heir to Darkhaven, in the East. Bloody Orks an' men li'e these kill'd me family an' took me home. 'Been a wandering vigilante ever since. 'Seems we may have some common ground 'ere. As fer yer cousin an' yer sword, 'caught sight of tha' sword 'bout an hour ago...went off in tha' direction."
The stranger pointed off toward the distance and continued to smile. Rowan continued to look at him skeptically.
"Ah could help yer...retrieve it if yer want. 50 copper shillings, payment upon receipt o' yer blade. Would do it gratis yer know, but ah gots t' earn a livin' somehow."
The stranger continued to smile wider and wider, eye-to-eye with Rowan from beneath his goggles as if he could see right through him, and waited expectantly for the Dragoon's response.
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Post by Ematai on Apr 8, 2008 22:08:35 GMT -5
Ematai sat ontop of the roof indian style, her eyes watching the little group below her while her hand moved rhythmically back and forth from her mouth to the bowl of stew she just pinched from the diner below her. Her eyes zeroed in on the paper that some skinny fellow was handing to the guy whom she saved earlier. Her face grimaced for a second as she realised that that paper was her own wanted poster.
When the guy crumbled it up, she nodded her head in thanks. He seemed to be a good man, maybe someone she could travel with for a while. This place was being over run by miscreants and she needed to find a new place to set up shop. She also felt her children were old enough to make it on their own. She and Lamp had talked about it for a while now and Ematai decided tonight was the night they left.
Ematai started down the side of the house, gracefully jumping from window sill to awning to the ground. She reached out her hand and caught the bowl before it shattered on the ground. Ematai slowly walked towards the group, listening to the man talk about a sword. She raised her eyebrow and realised that this was the man that Lamp's sword belonged to. She sighed at Lamp's stupidity to steal a sword from a Dragoon before she smiled at the man, joining their little circle of friendship. [whoooooa. I miss you all. :[ ]
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Post by malek on Apr 9, 2008 4:24:32 GMT -5
Malek, indignant at being interrupted, lowered his hand of friendship he had extended and eyed the two approaching figures. He recognized the one immediately, as she was the one from the wanted poster.
"Don't you know you are in grave peril wandering the streets at this hour with your face peering out on parchment every 30 feet?" he hissed slyly at the young lady, his well cloaked features still unable to hide the fact he was still smiling in a wily fashion. "All sorts of dangerous folk about."
It seemed now everyone present eyed him quizzically, as if trying to pierce through to his very core with his eyes to somehow read Malek's very thoughts. Ematai appeared to be opening her mouth to retort, however Malek returned his gaze to Rowan and didn't give her the opportunity.
"As I said," Malek continued in a cool fashion, "one can see and hear many things in the underbellies of the world such as this forsaken town; especially when no one pays much attention to you. You'll have your sword now, I believe, and your kinsmen are off in the direction I pointed. You should take my proposition, you may be surprised what you may come to learn."
Malek continued to smile, seemingly not phased at all by the fact that one wrong move and he could easily have a very grim situation on his hands should this group of strangers turn on him.
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Post by Rowan on Apr 13, 2008 2:19:39 GMT -5
After the skinny man stopped talking (albeit Rowan stopped listening a while ago) is when He noticed the young girl to his right. Once Rowan saw her face in person... he realized why the wanted posters looked familiar.
"I know you... Don't I little misses?" Rowan says in a knowing manner. His face turns to the look of a man with to many things running through a dull head and starts to stroke the hair on his chin.
He turns to Malek. "This girl saved me earlier I believe, so I hope you arent intending on getting a bounty... are you?"
Rowan slides a quick wink the way of Ematai.
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Post by malek on Apr 14, 2008 7:20:43 GMT -5
The smile faded from Malek's face, realizing that time was running short and Rowan had paid little attention to anything he'd been saying, let alone the discreet attempts to get the group out of town.
"You obviously paid no heed to anything I said to you, either that or me eloquent language be too confounding to yer. Let me spell it out so even a big oaf like yourself can understand..."
There were a few rustling noises in the distance behind Malek, and Rowan looked none too pleased at being called a big oaf. Malek hissed at the group.
"The town watch paid me good money to detain you and your friends for interrogation, and now that she's here, you're twice in peril! I didn't realize ye were with the Dragoons, an' what I've been tryin' ter be tellin' yer with wasted sut'lty is that yer all need to...RUN! That way!"
Malek pointed one last time to the direction he'd been pointing several times from where now could be seen a small man with bright red hair, cloaked and bearing a lantern. He winked and waved the group toward him with some urgency. Malek drew his sword and turned his back to the group just as the Lorrac watch patrol shuffled out to arms about 20 feet away.
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