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| The Old Fortress; Clearly not Keep on the Borderlands | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 30 2009, 12:05 AM (390 Views) | |
| Flawless Cowboy | Sep 30 2009, 12:05 AM Post #1 |
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The Dragon's Eyes Tavern was more peaceful than usual, as there were no bar-fights going on, or nobody really complaining. That all changed when a heavily armed Dwarf with thick black hair, and dark-blue armor strode in. He calmly took a seat and ordered a pint of mead. When finished, he spun around in his chair and shouted,"I hear tha this be tha best place ta hire mercenaries. I be headin off inta tha wild, and I be needin a coupla men ta accompany me. Now which of ye brave souls be willin ta join with me?" |
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| Dr. Awesome | Sep 30 2009, 12:40 AM Post #2 |
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Save Me
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Florin li Cosmin was just sitting next to him, with his bright orange hair brushed neatly, and with his usual mithiral armor and his magical longsword at his side. He was just sipping his wine, and also playing around with a small fireglobe he created not to long ago. He then tossed it upwards and then it vanished into thin air. "Wild eh? How much are you paying, and how much do I get to kill things"? he laughed. Then he took another a sip of his wine. |
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| Antartis | Sep 30 2009, 12:54 PM Post #3 |
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Kawaii nee~!
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Infryndiira, disguised as Aileen, cracked a seductive smile at the dwarf and the half-elf as she stopped playing her mandolin. The crowd attending to her turned to see as well. She raised an eyebrow, an aloof scent of charm filling the atmosphere, and giggled. "Men" she pronounced. Her fingers returned to the musical instrument. "Fearless or cowards, hairy or bald// they throw their lives away with little regard// be they tieflings, humans or dwarves// men like to slay and kill, get drunk and play cards" she chanted amused. She played another chord before she turned to the dwarf again. Some of the crowd cracked a laughter, others grumbled at the mockery. The waitresses seemed to like it, however. "I would never have guessed that a brave warrior like you would require escorts in the wild, Master Dwarf" she said with a taunting, slight bow and manner. "Unless of course you are heading to truly dangerous lands, in which case muscle and charm would be needed alike." |
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| Dr. Awesome | Sep 30 2009, 08:57 PM Post #4 |
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Save Me
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"Rawrr" Cosmin sayed, as he reacted to Aileens first comment. "For a pretty lady, you sure do have alot of guts. It would be nice if I had that..." Cosmin again created another fireglobe in his left hand. "I have studied at the University of the Arcane, and plus I have trained in the military. What do you have besides 'charm'?" |
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| Flawless Cowboy | Oct 3 2009, 01:28 AM Post #5 |
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Gram eyed the man sitting next to him, he seemed to be a spellsword, and though Gram personally disliked wizards, at least this one looked half useful. He said to him,"Oi, the pay be good, and if blood be yer game, then ther may be plenty'o sheedin of it." He then eyed the Bard woman before him, he made a mental note that it was odd she mentioned a half-demon group that would be practically non-existant around here, than say elves. He snorted at what she said, replying,"Only a fool rushes off into danger with no plan and no aid, and I aint no fool. And where I be goin, I be needin aid." |
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| Antartis | Oct 3 2009, 11:02 AM Post #6 |
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Kawaii nee~!
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Aileen smiled at the dwarf. "Wise words, Master Dwarf. I suppose you would not mind a woman in your fellowship, or perhaps would you?" she asked Gram. She smiled and started packing her things; even if they didn't set out right away, she had a few things to do out of the tavern anyway. Some of the patrons looked at her preparations with disappointment, and then glared at the dwarf. "My, thank you. You look pretty and quite brave for a lady as well" she grinned at the half-elf, for 'all elves are women, until proven otherwise' as elf-haters liked to point out world-wide. "I have the tools of my trade, pointy-ears" she then winked at him. "Just because you have studied in a University and served in the military, do not suppose you're the only one who's worth his weight in silver." The half-elf deserved the taunting in her opinion. By her standards and tastes he was effeminate, violent, and drunk wine while displaying magic and swords. This was almost an archetypal elf by her cultural standards, even if it was way too hairy to be a real elf. But some display of wit never hurt Infryndiira. "And correct me if I am wrong but, didn't this fiery display of yours just consume valuable reserves, or is it that you possess a bottomless pit of mana somewhere inside you?" she taunted. |
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| Dr. Awesome | Oct 3 2009, 09:08 PM Post #7 |
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Save Me
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Cosmin liked the wit of the bard, and even laughed when she called him a lady, wasn't in a mood to get into a wit contest, yet. "Its not really some University, your highness. Its the most prestigious magic school in the empire. Plus the military helped me home my skills with this sword. Anyways I really don't care who is better, I just want to have some fun, and some money " he responded. Then rolled his eyes and then looked the other way and started playing with his fireglobe some more and responded "Maybe, Maybe not? to her comment about his mana" |
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| Trostia | Oct 9 2009, 05:10 PM Post #8 |
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jesus is my friend
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It had looked like another ogre. One of the northern clans of his land, maybe even a Rock Claw. He radiated a feeling of warmth and well-meaning. The two ogres had met, far from home, and one of them offered a flagon of water. Krun soon found it wasn't really water, and the image of a friendly ogre warrior dissolved. Suddenly he was freezing, but fire burned through his veins. First a scratching, then an itching, and then agony on every inch of his skin. His fur felt like needles. He leapt up, screaming, not because of the pain, but because the thing in front of him wasn't friendly, warm, or well-intentioned. Even beneath the hideous image he saw before him he knew there was some inner evil, some worm-like core of an unnatural thing. Then he ran. He was running through a light wood, dry branches painfully jamming against him as his half-ton stampeded through. He was unthinking, panicked and could do little about it. He vaguely intended to jump into water if he found it, and to keep running til he did. His limbs seem to move on their own accord, as if wearing armor made of millions of flying, stinging insects. He barely noticed as he crashed through a stout fence. He had a vague memory of wide, fearful eyes in little human faces, withdrawing into the darkness, and shouting. Then his massive form burst through the doors of the Dragon's Eyes and quickly, exhausted, collapsed, writhing in agony. The pain was subsiding, but slowly, too slowly. His impressive teeth clamped shut in spasm. Two of the town guards followed through where the door used to be, holding spears and approaching the Ogre none too eagerly. "Keep away from the Ogre!" one of the guards shouted needlessly. "We'll handle this... there's nothing to worry about," lied the other. |
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| Flawless Cowboy | Oct 24 2009, 12:47 AM Post #9 |
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OOC: Sorry, should have updated earlier IC: The dwarf gives a great belly laugh and says,"Two ov ye coppers handle dis? Bah, ya look as green as can be laddies. Now go home before ya get yerselves killed." He draws out his axes and carefully approaches the ogre, saying,"All right ya big brute, that hell ya doin? Makin a big mess everawhere. Ya don't look tha stupid, fer an ogre at least, so I suggest ye shut up, and stop thrashin around, less ya want me ta chop yer head off." |
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| Trostia | Oct 24 2009, 04:28 PM Post #10 |
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"Hurts," the Ogre managed to reply. Seeing the dwarf's axes, the bigger of the two guards widened his eyes and shifted the spear-point to him. "This isn't your problem, but if you spill blood in this tavern it will be!" "What are you doing?" the younger, smaller and now confused guard asked in a hush voice to his comrade. "This is our Ogre. Our town. I'm sick of these foreigners, these adventurers coming through thinking they're johnny law. Law is law, and they ain't law. We are! You got that, dwarf?" |
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| Flawless Cowboy | Oct 25 2009, 02:53 AM Post #11 |
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The dwarf laughs again, and says,"Well then Gentlmen, he's all yers. Feel free ta remove em at any time ya feel like." |
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| Trostia | Oct 25 2009, 10:23 PM Post #12 |
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The bigger one nodded, seemingly placated despite the Dwarf's huge weapons. Then he grimaced, looking at the Ogre as it writhed. "I think it's in pain," said the smaller guard. "Why," panted the Ogre with obvious difficulty, "Why talk you like I cannot hear?" But the elder would not be moved. He advised, "Keep your distance. Wounded it's more dangerous." |
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| Flawless Cowboy | Nov 6 2009, 01:02 AM Post #13 |
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The dwarf laughs,"Oh so ye can talk. Well why don't ya explain ta thes two gentlemen why yer makin such a ruckus?" |
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| Trostia | Nov 20 2009, 09:19 AM Post #14 |
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"Demon!" the Ogre shouted suddenly, again with great effort, wincing as he seemed to still be in pain. He said so: "Demon cursed me with pain. Demon in forest, look like Ogre." "Pain going away now," he said. Now he was looking at the Dwarf - the guards looked hopelessly confused. Suddenly he bent over, coughing. He opened his eyes and saw drops of blood on the tavern floor. "Maybe not just pain curse," he muttered weakly - and then collapsed, unconscious. |
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