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| J0hn185 | Jan 29 2009, 07:50 PM Post #61 |
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Mr.Thunder
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Tiloer took the gun in his control.Taking it very quickly so that the Merc didn't have enough time to react. and shot him with his own gun. He saw the incredible damage the gun had brought upon the guy's head, all it's brains scattered about the grass. And they call these weapons the future, what future will behold us then?. Edited by J0hn185, Jan 29 2009, 07:56 PM.
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| Chrome | Jan 29 2009, 08:43 PM Post #62 |
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Issam turned to see two mercs running at him, swords drawn. He turned around and ran towards one of the buildings, he turned the corner of the building and once he was sure he was out of the mercs sight, once again using the rain to enhance his disappearing act. He jumped up onto the building, and scaled it to throw the mercs off of his trail. He crouched down on top of the building, his eyes peering over the edge that he had scaled, waiting for the mercs to run by. He still had the element of surprise, if he could get the drop on at least one of the mercs, he could duel the other one if necessary, and he had broken the line of sight the mercs with crossbows could have had on him. The two mercs ran by astonished that their target had disappeared. Issam crawled across the roof of the building, getting to his best angle, and looked once more, the two mercenaries had their backs turned to the place he wished to land. Issam dropped down, and released his hidden blade. Then stabbed the first mercenary in the same manner as the other two, puncturing his lung to keep him from screaming. He laid the merc down, and drew his longsword. Then plunged it into the gut of the merc, allowing him to scream in agony. Issam twisted the blade in the mercenaries gut, and sliced it out the side of his adversaries abdomen, his innards spilling onto the ground. Not the most finesse, but it would work to instill the terror any other mercs that decided to chase him down would feel. Issam turned towards the wall and scaled it. Finding a hiding spot on top of the building. |
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| Jaw096 | Jan 29 2009, 10:41 PM Post #63 |
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When Jaw realised what exactly was going on, he quickly fell into the shadows. He just barely escaped without getting stabbed. Jaw made part of the shadow grab the spear and turn it into a shadow weapon, and right after he made it dematerialized. Jaw summoned a pillar right under him to launch the merc into the air. The pillar dematerialized, and another pillar was summoned, except it moved quicker, with Jaw on top of it, sending him flying after the merc. That pillar dematerialized, and some spikes took its place Once Jaw caught up with the merc, he grabbed the merc by the ankle and started to spin. When they began to fall, Jaw let go of the merc, sending him straight into the spikes. Jaw lands safely to the side of the spikes, summons a sword, and decapitates the merc. OOC: Now that I think about it, he does do a lot of dematerializing. |
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| mckinnon94 | Jan 31 2009, 02:28 PM Post #64 |
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The mercs had returned in large numbers and had attacked in force intent on slaying Multak. He was far too weak to fight all of them at the one time. Casting bolts of magic through the head of one mercenary, falling to one knee the task had already taken its toll on him. They mercs surrounded him as he was on his knees and rushed. They were all around Multak and flight or fight kicked in. He straightened his back, still on his knees and unleashed a deafening roar. Dropping all weapons, jumping to his feet and straightened his arms. Pure fire launched from his hands. Incinerating those who had just attempted to take his life. "Let me check myself. Am I dead? OW Blisters on me fingers!" OOC: Lvl up! What move would you like to forget? Breathing/IQ/Sex Drive/Nerves Edited by mckinnon94, Jan 31 2009, 02:29 PM.
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| cah318ery7 | Jan 31 2009, 07:47 PM Post #65 |
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Tigar looked as the mercenaries were attacking the barriar, and screamed. He then ran behind the inquisitor and tried to hide between his legs. "I really hope you have something that can get us out of this, random guy," Tigar said as he was scared |
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| EmperorBobV | Jan 31 2009, 08:35 PM Post #66 |
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Coward... Jean thought as Tigar tried to hide under him. Jean picked him up and tossed him back a few feet. "What are you doing? If you aren't going to help, then stay out of my way." Not waiting for a response, Jean kneeled on the ground, preparing another teleportation spell.Guess what Jean. It's my turn. As Jean stood back up, both his hair and his eyes began to darken, quickly becoming black. He looked back at Tigar He can wait. I think Jean had it right. The archers should die first. Wouldn't want his barrier to fail while I'm having my fun. Arrows in the back are never a fun surprise. Jean raised his hands, mumbling to himself as he did. Near the two archers, a merc opened his eyes and stood up. He walked over to the sword he had dropped when he died and picked it up. Now my minion, kill them. The swordsman attacked the first archer from behind, cutting off his head. The other archer, only a handful of feet away, turned and fired an arrow at the swordsman, hitting him in the chest. The swordsman reached the archer and first took off one arm. Then the other. Next he cut off his legs, and turned toward Jean, leaving the archer to bleed to death. "What now my master?" The swordsman hissed. I'm bored with you. I need a new toy. Jean lowered his hands, and the swordsman fell to the ground, dead once again. Shouldn't be long before the barrier falls, then I can play with my friend holding the mace. Jean sat down and waited for the barrier to fall. As expected, the barrier began to show signs of failing after only a few minutes, and Jean got back up. How shall I kill you? Demon feeding? Yes, that should be fun. Once again Jean raised his arms, mumbling a spell as he did. He paused at the end of the spell, waiting for the barrier to fall. As soon as it did, a rift opened in the air in front of him. After a moment, a winged demon walked out. It looked around, saw the merc with the mace and charged. Upon seeing the demon, the merc tried to run away, but the demon was much much faster, and had caught him before he even made it a few feet. The demon picked up the merc and flew away to feast. Eat well my pet. I'll call you again soon. Jean lowered his arms and the rift closed. And now for this lizard. Jean took his dagger from his robes, keeping it concealed as he turned and approached Tigar. "Are you all right lizard guy?" What happened? Jean thought as his consciousness returned. Oh you're awake? That's great. You'll get to witness the death of your friend first hand. Jean reached Tigar, and prepared to attack. No. Stop this. Jean screamed in his own head. And why would I do that? Jean paused for a second while awaiting a response. What if this guy can help us? Perhaps he can transfer you to a different body, or knows someone who could. Hmm...nah, I like this body. As the blade swung at Tigar's throat, Jean managed to wrest control of his body back, and dropped the dagger. He backed away and took a deep breath, letting it back out slowly. The blade landed between Tigar's feet. (OOC: Should I give an actual name to the corrupted Jean? It would make things more clear...I think I'll name him next time I have him take control) ~Bob Edited by EmperorBobV, Jan 31 2009, 08:36 PM.
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| Immortalblade | Jan 31 2009, 09:25 PM Post #67 |
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Event: The battle was finally over. The Mercenaries Lay upon the ground, dead or dying. The inn was in ruins, flames eating away at both the stable and the main building. No other threats where anywhere is sight, as well as any other being, as most had run off when the fighting started. All that was left were this band of misfits. Will they get along? Will they kill each other? Will they join forces to save the world from some non-specific doom that could probably be solved with a liberal amount of explosives? It is up to them to decide. IC: Lying on the grass beside the still bleeding corpse of the Merc Mage, the arrows that where once lodged inside him now in a neat stack beside him, his clothes repaired (though he was still in dire need of some healing spells lest anything decided to start nesting in his holes), John was watching as the storm clouds slowly dissipated. Completely lost in interest to the fight that was going on. When the sounds of battle ended John pushed himself upright and decided it was time to start looting the corpses, starting with the sorry mage beside him. Picking through the mages multiple pockets John found a small pouch of gold (probably all the gold the mercs had been paid for whatever they had been doing in this area so heavily armed, they where probably going to be paid at the inn. Before they where all slaughtered, of course), some old Jerky that John quickly tossed away and what looked like an opened envelope. Probably there orders John thought as he opened up the envelope and began to read. After a few minutes John raised an eyebrow and, quite surprised at the information, said to himself "Well this is certainly an interesting turn of events, if slightly problematic..." OOC: You are no longer bound by the posting order. You can now talk to each other, kill each other. Do whatever you want and post as many times as you want to reply to situations that crop up. If you have any questions about this you know where to post them. Edited by Immortalblade, Jan 31 2009, 10:38 PM.
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| cah318ery7 | Jan 31 2009, 09:31 PM Post #68 |
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Tigar twitched a bit at the entire situation pertaining to the inquisitor. "You, you just tried to kill me. And then you like, stopped yourself. I believe that means I owe you my life. And, due to my tribal customs, that means I have to stay with you until I save your life. Just one question. Are you bipolar?" Tigar then looked around, and noticed that the mercs were dead. The group that fought them off seemed highly diverse and amazingly awesome. He was amazed as to how many people attacked such a small group. Edited by cah318ery7, Jan 31 2009, 09:31 PM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jan 31 2009, 10:36 PM Post #69 |
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Delatton walked among the corpses with his scarring dagger, carving a glasgow smile into anyone that he had killed (they were rather easy to see, as most of them had smashed up faces or torn throats). when he was finished, he looked at the half-drow that had appeared. "Never saw him at the citadel. He might prove useful too. I'm not on any real time constraints right now, so I think I'll tag along with these chumps" he thought as he put his hood up and stood beside Xunaere. "What's a half-blood with your skills doing up here? I don't think any noble house would let a warrior of your caliber stray far from the city," he spoke to him in drow language. |
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| EmperorBobV | Jan 31 2009, 11:11 PM Post #70 |
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Great...I'm going to have this coward following me around? Perhaps I should have let you kill him after all... Jean thought as he tried to come up with a way to talk Tigar out of following him around. It seems that for once we agree. "Any chance you'll call us even if I just ask you for some information? And no, I'm not bipolar...I just have a slight problem with a voice...it's a long story. Just a second." Jean walked over where to the merc he'd knocked out earlier should have, hoping to get some information out of him if he was still alive, but when he got there, the body was gone. "Damn it. Where'd he go? ~Bob Edited by EmperorBobV, Feb 1 2009, 12:45 AM.
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| Jaw096 | Jan 31 2009, 11:55 PM Post #71 |
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Might as well stick around. See if anything else happens. He then looked where his cloak had been cut by the merc that cut his jaw open. Hmm, just great. I wonder if any of them would be able to sew it back up. "HEY! Will anyone be able to sew this cut up on my cloak!" he yelled. Even though he didn't like asking for help; it still would have been cheaper, hopefully.
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| J0hn185 | Feb 1 2009, 12:10 AM Post #72 |
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Mr.Thunder
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Silence. That was all that was left. Death had purged the inn, and all the people in the whereabouts for long as he knew. Tiloer checked his weapons, everything was there. He got his hood up and his mask up; and began looking about the mess. He saw everyone of the band, everyone alive and unharmed, with more people than before. He noticed a man looting the bodies. "Hey at least have some respect for your kills" As he approached he sensed the smell of rotten flesh, but he guessed that was just the dead. He saw the man reading a short, and neat letter. He got closed, and asked. "What is that?" Edited by J0hn185, Feb 1 2009, 12:46 AM.
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| Immortalblade | Feb 1 2009, 01:25 AM Post #73 |
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John did not notice the man walk up behind him so it was quiet a shock when he asked what he was reading. After responding with a fireball that went sailing over the mans head, John regained his composure and, while scratching the large hole in his forehead, said "Oh nothing, just the reason why there are currently thirty corpses littered about. Now Im going to ask why it matters to you and WHO THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?!" |
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| J0hn185 | Feb 1 2009, 01:39 AM Post #74 |
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"Shit. You have to work on that aim, pal." Said as he laughed. He looked at the man. He immediatly got surprised by the hole in his head. "WOW, Now say goodbye to your Headaches! Undead uh?" "And what's that smell, you do smell like one of these guys" Pointed at the dead, stenching merc."I am Tiloer; who are you and what's that?" Edited by J0hn185, Feb 1 2009, 01:51 AM.
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| mckinnon94 | Feb 1 2009, 07:05 PM Post #75 |
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After scouting the perimeter of the inn and making sure there were no more aggressors, venturing inside to see the damage done and who and what was still alive. He was greeted by more people, but this time, they were conversing. All having their separate conversations, until one man, although he barely deserved the title. Launched a fireball over anothers head, magic still crackling through his fingers. "Shit. You have to work on your aim there, pal" said one man. If thats the case thought Multak, he took the fireball out of the air, reversed its direction and sent it skimming past the end of one mans trousers, singeing them. "Can I ask why that fireball was there, and why I feel wrecked out of my head?" |
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| cah318ery7 | Feb 1 2009, 10:15 PM Post #76 |
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Tigar stood up, and followed the inquisitor closely. "Well, if you say so. Well, I'm afraid I can not just give my life debt away for some silly information. I doubt you would find anything I had to say interesting anyway. For some reason, not many people enjoy talking with me for extended periods of time. So, what exactly are you? And why are you here?" Tigar asked. As he waited for a response, he mindlessly looked around the silent battlefield, wondering if anyone was going to eat the dead people. Edited by cah318ery7, Feb 1 2009, 10:16 PM.
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| Sintrion | Feb 2 2009, 05:55 PM Post #77 |
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The spat wasn't done. The kill he'd supposedly taken wasn't true; the mercenary, incapacitated, lay upon the ground in a moaning mess, holding his bloodied stump of an arm against his chest. Xunaere approached and promptly ended his suffering, stabbing his hooked saber in to the man's chest. With a yank, the weapon was pulled free, releasing a bloody spray that turned the air about him red with its mist. A small smile crept over his dark lips, eyes thinning out and narrowed. The high of battle washed over him quickly and was hard to relieve; he'd be in this state for hours, much like a fly gotten from some form of exotic narcotic. It was... Blissful. With a sigh, Xunaere turned and ran towards the building closest to his proximity, I.E.; the tavern. He hopped in to the air, latching on to its side with his dagger stabbing firmly through whatever material consisted of its outer walls, following through with his saber. As such, he began scaling the structure easily, reaching the top within a few seconds. Like a mysterious stranger, he took his eyes down upon those who'd survived the quarrel, having seen fit to give them his aid for reasons that were unknown even to him. Still, it didn't levy; with a wide smile, he turned and vanished in to the night like a ghost, leaving only a marred corpse behind as his call-sign. |
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| Immortalblade | Feb 2 2009, 08:15 PM Post #78 |
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IC:Being ordered around by someone he had just met was not something John was very happy about. With a ball of fire forming in his right hand John replied to the man, who had called himself Tiloer "I do not see why I should answer to you, Tiloer was it? A complete stranger who Ive only just met. However as you are stained in blood I assume you are involved in this so I might as well tell you, This here in my hand is the whole reason why we just slaughtered several heavily armed mercs. Apparently the church views Rema and the Merchant guilds who operate out of this city as a continual threat to there, believed monopoly on the taxs of goods and services and monetary superiority. With there typical ham handiness and lack of foresight they hired this mercenary group to lay seige to Rema, crippling trade around the world with one hand and devaluing the Merchant currency (OOC: Currencies will be explained later) with the other. This would of course put pressure on the merchant lords to sign several contracts with the church, limiting the share of power and creating a power vacuum the church would easily fill. With treaty in hand the church will then have a monopoly on the trade of goods and the value of currency. The church would become the only economic super power in this world. However with our spot of fun we have completly halted the churchs plans and became the heros of Rema and mortal enemies of the church (Though some of us, myself included, already are). However the merchant lords will refuse to offer us any recognition for fear of being lumped along side heretics such as us and the church will be hesitant to attack us directly because, well I think our actions speak for themselves. In other words it was a productive day." Turning to the several strangers who where picking through the battlefield he yelled out "YOU HEAR THAT!? WE PISSED OFF THE CHURCH AND BECAME THE HEROS OF REMA! SEE WHAT WE CAN ACCOMPLISH IF WE SLAUGHTER EVERYONE WE MEET?" OOC: If you want to have conversations with other people you can now. Theres no post limit anymore.Talk and post as much as you want. |
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| J0hn185 | Feb 2 2009, 08:38 PM Post #79 |
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"Damnation! I just got out of the village and I'm already someone's deadly enemy??" He sat on the grass and checked all his gear... |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Feb 2 2009, 09:23 PM Post #80 |
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The Count
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"How fortunate, they make enemies of my mark. Now thing's aren't so far-fetched," thought Delatton as he fired up his appearance magic again. "I hate to burst your bubble, Pincushion," the drow shot to John, "but we're not enemies of the Church just yet. After all, they'll have to find out about this slaughter first, unless of course holy-man over there would like to tell them about it." "As for you," he said to Tigar, "you can eat any corpse you like except for the smiling ones. I love to leave happy corpses in my wake." Delatton then started searching around the corpses, taking special note of the scroll case that had belonged to the wizard that John had slain. "Oooh," he thought to himself as he thumbed through the scrolls. "Jackpot. Total jackpot. I'll memorize these later," he thought to himself as he put the scroll case away (and getting rid of any identifying marks on the case). The drow elf looked around the corpses, picking up some of their pocket change as well. A bit of local currency always helped a bit. "Now to figure out what to do about this mess..." said Delatton as he looked at the corpses. |
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| Immortalblade | Feb 2 2009, 09:32 PM Post #81 |
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Oh its that drow again John thought with a sigh as he replied to the elfs statement "They probably have some sort of clairvoyance spell watching these stupid bastards. If they don't Im preaty sure the large group of travelers we scared off would probably tell someone related to the church that we where killing a bunch of armoured men. Even an Ogre would figure out that something had gone terribly wrong with these mercs mission and we where related somehow." |
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| Jaw096 | Feb 2 2009, 10:51 PM Post #82 |
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Jaw, overhearing all of that, walks up to John. "Let's say they don't have a spell watching over these monkeys, and someone does tell the church. They would only know about the people that was here first. Once that happens I could turn you in for a reward, most likely. However, that is if they don't have one of those spells watching over them. Either way, have fun!" Jaw said as he went into the shadow and disappeared.
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| Chrome | Feb 3 2009, 08:35 PM Post #83 |
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Issam watched the group from on top of the building he was standing on. He had heard something about the possibility of a clairvoyance spell. He hadn't realized that the mercs had been working under the church, he had just thought they were a band of looters. Losing control for a moment, he forgot how to control the volume of his voice. He gave a "Dammit!" then clapped a hand over his mouth, realized the curse that was supposed to be under his breath had gotten been more of a roar. He quickly pressed himself down on top of the building, hoping that no one had heard him, silently cursing his zealotry. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Feb 4 2009, 05:08 PM Post #84 |
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The Count
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Delatton simply went through his katas as he listened to everyone. He had just finished one when he heard someone yell a human curse from the rooftops of what had once been the inn. The drow elf promptly ran up part of the wall and climbed up the rest of the way. "Who are you, and why are you so keen on not being discovered by us?" asked the monk as he appeared behind the human, his sai and tonfa at the ready. |
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| Chrome | Feb 4 2009, 08:22 PM Post #85 |
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Since discovered, Issam saw no point in remaining down. He quickly righted himself and stood at his full height. Making sure that his face was at least partially obscured. "I'm one who is best left forgotten." purposely avoiding a direct answer to the question. Issam gripped the control for his hidden blade. Not pulling it out, but ready. He felt that pulling his sword out now would leave him to vulnerable. "And I plan to be on my way. I've gotten all the information from your little party I needed." |
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| J0hn185 | Feb 4 2009, 08:42 PM Post #86 |
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Tiloer was tired of that voice and shadow he heard over the inn. He took one of his arrows, took the metal head out and placed little rock instead. He aimed at what it seemed the head of the shadow. With a relentless aim he shoot this arrow right into the shadows head. This arrow had the sole purpose of knocking down the guy. Of course; it wasn't deadly. |
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| Chrome | Feb 4 2009, 09:14 PM Post #87 |
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Issam heard the sound of a bow twang, and snapped his head to look at the source of the sound. He then ducked underneath the arrow that he had seen speeding towards his head. The feathers at the end of the arrow skimmed the top of his head. He turned his duck into a roll and made a leap to the adjacent building. His fingers caught the edge of the roof and he let himself go, landing on the wet ground beneath him. Then walked out onto the street. He made sure that they could see him, but couldn't see anything other than the fact that he was there. None of his defining characteristics could be made out however. He spoke with enough projection that they could hear him at what would seem at a conversational level. "That wasn't a nice thing to do." Issam said calmly. |
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| J0hn185 | Feb 4 2009, 10:33 PM Post #88 |
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"If I wanted to kill you I would have gone up there myself, the attempt succeeded, after all you are down now. No more shadowy character please". Tiloer took his bow back in place and he close his quiver. "Now that we all have the same shit up to the neck, we have to plan someway to get out of this one. Everyone here please." |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Feb 8 2009, 08:35 PM Post #89 |
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Delatton looked at everyone before turning towards the city. "It looks like this rain has only let up temporarily, and I have an unfinished task to complete. If our fates decide that we shall meet again, then Rema is where you shall find me," he said to the lot of them as he finished searching the corpses, taking a powder horn, a bag of shot, and a matched pair of wheel-lock pistols off one of the mercenary captains he had slain. The drow elf then promptly loaded the pistols (he had been trained to do this in the Shadow Citadel) and walked down the road as he noticed the cloud cover returning just as he entered the edge of the woods on the road to Rema (I'm making this part up as I go, since I don't know if there are woods or not).
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| Chrome | Feb 10 2009, 07:55 PM Post #90 |
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"I'm not one to work with the likes of mages. My profession needs a slightly more subtle touch, and to work alone." Issam stepped forward, allowing the group to see some aspects of his face, though his eyes remained hidden under the shadow of his hood., and the large scar across his face hidden as well. In fact, the only visible parts of his face were his nose and mouth, which had a toothy grin showing. "Though if it is that important for you, I'll accompany your... entourage-" Issam looked at Jean, being quite intrigued at what appeared to be another self, then turned back to the rest of the group. "-until we reach the city, then we will part ways." |
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| Immortalblade | Feb 13 2009, 11:30 PM Post #91 |
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John was getting incredibly bored with this group, they certainly did not look like a group that would work well together, hell they didn't look like they would join up together despite the obvious benefit they would serve as Johns meatshields. Also THEY WHERE IGNORING HIM!!! Well time to correct that.. John thought as he pointed a hand at the inn (which had certainly seen better days by this point). The ground around the inn took on a strange and unearthly glow. Strange runes started to trace themselves onto the timber of the inn and glowed with a strange purple light. Lets see if they notice this... John thought with a smirk. OOC: evil |
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| EmperorBobV | Feb 14 2009, 05:18 PM Post #92 |
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As Jean half-listened to the discussion amongst the group of strange individuals, he thought about his own situation. Well...I can't go back to the church even if I wanted too. While I probably could have explained away my attack on their mercenary force as a misunderstanding, they, without a doubt, saw the thoughtless display of tainted magic when my lesser half took over...I'm sorry, what was that? Lesser half? I believe you are mistaken in your calculations of our powers. But carry on, I find your logic to be quite amusing, I can't wait till you reach the inevitable conclusion. You have no choice but to join these misfits and 'heretics', as if you don't, you will surely be hunted down and killed by your beloved Church.You know what? I fucking hate you. Unfortunately, you are correct. That is my only choice, at least until I am rid of you. "Well, whatever we do, we should do it fast. If the Church really was watching the battle, which from my experience is a very good possibility, then by now they've either sent more forces, have a bounty on all of our heads, or both. The only person who has any chance of not having been seen is our shadowy friend here" Jean said, gesturing to Issam after seeing him look his way ", but now that he's shown himself, they've undoubtedly seen him as well, unless they decided to sever the connection already, which is fairly unlikely." Jean then turned to the lizard. "If you want to follow me, I'm not going to stop you, but please don't get in the way. Hopefully you'll be useful to me and anyone else who decides to travel with me." Turning back to the group, Jean announced "Well, I'm hungry and don't see any value in sitting around here waiting for reinforcements to arrive, so I'm going to go into town and get something to eat, and then I'll continue to the town council and warn them of the Church's intent, in case they do not already know." Jean looked at each of the group members again before continuing "Anyone who wishes to join me is welcome, just know that any unprovoked fights will not be tolerated. And once again, it would probably be for each of you to leave this area as soon as possible. Unless of course, you want to feel the full power of the Church, but don't be surprised when you find yourself dead...or more likely, locked up in a dark cellar with so many barriers on it that their is no chance of escape while being tortured to the brink of death, just to be revived again so you can be tortured even more. Oh, and be careful who you talk to. The church has spies everywhere." With those last words, Jean headed back into town, not looking back to see who was following him, though he was pretty sure the lizard probably wouldn't be far behind. Jean noticed runes appear on the inn as he left, but decided it was none of his concern.[/i] ~Bob |
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| Immortalblade | Feb 14 2009, 11:26 PM Post #93 |
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The glow of the runes started rapidly spreading to the rest of the inn, causing the entire structure to glow in a dark purple light. As John lowered his hand the inn started to glow brighter and brighter. Just when the light became almost too bright to bear John gave a slight chuckle They will defiantly notice this... he thought as there was a sudden fwooshing noise and the breeze that had been drifting across the fields disappeared, as if all the air had been sucked out towards the inn. Almost immediately the inn disappeared in a huge cloud of smoke and ash as the magical energy that was being stored in the inn was released. The cloud expanded into the air carrying debris into the air. Though the blast only enveloped the Inn the sheer power behind the explosion created a concussion blast that knocked everyone flat on their backs. The deafening roar could probably be heard all the way in Rema. Flaming debris from the inn started falling amongst the band of strangers, barely missing them. John chuckled again to himself as he lay on the ground (having been thrown a good metre back), he was certainly surprised that his little stunt seemed to be incredibly effective. As he tried to push himself up he noticed something lodged between his ribs. Apparently a 2x4 piece of wood had impaled him through the chest, effectively nailing him to the ground. "I’m no physician, but there appears to be a piece of wood through my chest." John said as he tried to spot the meatshields from his position. “Uuuh, anyone mind casting a heal spell on me…. oh and pulling this piece of wood out of my chest.” OOC: I wonder if I mentioned my charecter was insane evil . Anyways If your charecter was by the Inn and you could not post before this post you can do a tiny bit of premotion and move them before the Inn explodes. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Feb 15 2009, 01:31 AM Post #94 |
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"As amateurish as ever," thought Delatton as he watched the inn explode from down the road. "This is probably going to cost me my assassination attempt, but those guys will probably be burned and pasted by either that maniac or the Church without my help." The drow elf headed back to the inn and over to where John was pinned to the ground by the two-by-four. "Between your foolish and gaudy displays of magic and penchant for trouble, you're probably going to get us all killed if we traveled with you," said the dark elf as he backspin-kicked part of the two-by-four away. "Now I have one of three choices before me," spoke the drow as he knelt down, looking into John's eyes. "I can free you from this debris, but only if you behave yourself and not try to kill everything in sight; I can simply cut your head, fingers, and hands off and leave you for the church, who will probably burn you on the spot; or I can save them the trouble. If we're all going to travel together, then you'll have to learn how to control yourself and your urges of stupidity, otherwise the Church should have no trouble at all finding us. The choice is yours, so choose your next words with EXTREME caution" finished the elf as he pinned down John's arms (and thus prevented any gestures to conjure spells). The monk's fist was also raised if the lich-wannabe tried to fire off a spell with only verbal components. (which means he's sitting on John's chest and using his legs to pin John's arms. He kicked parts of the board off just for that.) Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Feb 15 2009, 12:06 PM.
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| EmperorBobV | Feb 15 2009, 03:31 AM Post #95 |
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Jean, having covered enough ground that the impact did nothing but push him forward a bit, looked over his shoulder when the Inn blew up. Idiot. What does he hope to gain by that? Attention? Sure, but that's something we need to be avoiding right now. Upon hearing John's request, he simply turned his head and continued his quest to get food. Good choice. Helping him would only be a waste of our time. Perhaps the stick in his chest will be a reminder what happens when he does stupid things. And if not...perhaps you'll allow me to teach him myself next time. Besides, one of the other misfits here surely has some healing abilities. And if not, oh well, not our problem.For the second time today, I have to agree...you know...if not for the fact that you're evil and trying to take over my body, I might actually enjoy your company. EDIT: (OOC: ...I hate that smiley...we need to get that changed to :evil:... ~Bob Edited by EmperorBobV, Feb 15 2009, 03:32 AM.
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| J0hn185 | Feb 16 2009, 12:36 AM Post #96 |
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Although the blast was quite strong Tioler was sited, it didn't do anything to him. He saw the undead in the floor with a piece of wood impaled, and holding it to the ground. "Great going, all we need is the attention of that city. It's pretty damn obvious they are going to send someone to investigate. On the other hand, here you lay at the mercy of strangers. We should kill you for all the problems you are going to give to all of us. However,your "delicate" touch with magic might give us some back-up when things go rough. Without even caring he left it to the elf to decide. He saw the priest heading to the ruins, he followed him. As he was reaching him, he said "You should wear another clothes, as things seem you are no longer part of the church." |
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| Immortalblade | Feb 17 2009, 08:15 PM Post #97 |
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"How bout these words, Fuck. You. Too." John said with a laugh, a laugh that showed that he was definetly missing a few marbles. "Now do what you want to me, smash my brains in, cut my fingers and feet off and leave me to the dogs, burn me where I lie. But remember this, your not the first to try that. Come on, do you honestly think the church would burn an unmoving, lifeless corpse? Hehehahaho, I bet you don't even see the reasoning behind my actions. Do you think the church will honestly go after us after we not only killed thirty of there mercs but also advertized it? Come on, we're heros now. We killed the enemies at the gate, the vile army come to take the city." John paused then continued "The ones I said the Merchant lords knew where coming? I just made our good deed known to all and hid the evidence of our butchering of the peasents." John said as he took a breath, a breath that escaped through the various holes in his body. "So whats it going to be? Are you going to attemp to convince the church that an unmoving corpse is more of a threat then a drow pretending to be human or are you going to relize we have a better chance of completing our objectives and exceedingly more to gain if we have a partnership and take full advantage of our 'heros of Rema' status?" John said "Oh and by the way, in case that doesn't convince you Im a competant necromancer and not only are there thirty fresh corpses nearby but also the bodies of thousands of peasents and soldiers from both the time of the Reman empire and several thousand years of civilization buried in the nearby fields?" John added while the nearby corpses of the mercs started to twitch. OOC: Just in case; any insults protrayed in this post are not meant to offend and intended for comedic effect only.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Feb 17 2009, 09:26 PM Post #98 |
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"You might have a point there, gazebo-man," said Delatton as he got to his feet and helped the crazed undead necromancer to his feet. "But remember what I said. After all, it's pretty hard to cast spells while your ass is on fire. Now all I have to figure out is if anyone else is two slices short of a loaf and wants to head towards Rema." The drow elf decided to check the scrolls as he waited for everyone else to get set and ready to go to Rema. One scroll in particular caught his interest immediately. It talked about summoning a storm of fire and bone, and when Delatton finished looking it over, it looked as if he had sucked the text out of the scroll and into his robes in a display of magical energy. Deciding to test his new power out, the monk held his arm cocked up. Almost immediately, a disembodied human skull appeared inches away from his open hand. Several seconds later, another skull appeared, and then another. Just as the skulls started to chatter to one another, Delatton released them all. The three skulls let out a terrifying scream as they whizzed past John's head and rocketed into a nearby tree, exploding with the force of a fireball. "Ooh, I like this," said Delatton as he turned around to look at the expressions on everyone's faces. |
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| Immortalblade | Feb 17 2009, 10:03 PM Post #99 |
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John was still chuckling to himself as the Drow helped him to his feet and burst out laughing when the drow pulled out his flaming skull spell "Hahaha looks like Ill have some competition in the spell department." Turning to the rest of the group "Now I have three questions for the lot of you; Who the hell are you and what are your names and can any of you heal this big gapping hole in my chest?" While he said this he kept chuckling and, bringing his sanity into question, thought Now I wonder if the drow relizes I made that up on the spot? OOC:Yep, my guy is happily insane
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| mckinnon94 | Feb 20 2009, 05:57 PM Post #100 |
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"M'names Multak. I'm an elf hybrid, a warrior. A fighter, a guy you don't want to mess with. and as for that gaping whole in your chest, I enjoy studying your anatomy so it's a no from me." |
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| EmperorBobV | Feb 23 2009, 03:46 PM Post #101 |
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As Jean walked toward Rema, he heard a voice behind him mention his clothes. "Yeah, I plan to. I'm going to change into my traveling clothes (OOC: mentioned in the bio) before I go to eat." Kill him. No one is around. It'll be fun. In the distance, Jean saw a large group of people gathering. "It looks like we may have difficulty getting into town..." (OOC: I was getting bored and no one was posting) ~Bob Edited by EmperorBobV, Feb 24 2009, 10:31 AM.
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| cah318ery7 | Feb 23 2009, 03:58 PM Post #102 |
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Tigar swiftly followed behind the inquisitor, hood up hiding his scaly appearance. "So, Mr. Robe person, what exactly do you do for a living?" Edited by cah318ery7, Feb 24 2009, 03:17 PM.
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| J0hn185 | Feb 24 2009, 10:10 PM Post #103 |
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"Can't you notice he's a priest? Plus we would probably need to purge those robes" Tioler went to loot some arrows from the mercs, got some bolts and one or two arrows. |
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| EmperorBobV | Feb 24 2009, 11:18 PM Post #104 |
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"What do you think I do? I'm an inquisitor. I hunt heretics, be them simple non-believers, traitors to the faith, or users of magic, generally tainted. I do of course perform a few of the duties of a simple priest, like the occasional exorcism. In fact, the quest I'm currently on is an exorcism of sorts, though it's not at request of the Church." Jean responded while thinking about the best way to enter the city in order to retrieve the clothes that were left behind in his room. Well, I've still got a while longer to decide. I can't teleport in, it would cause more of a commotion then I want. And they surely won't let me by in my robes if they know the Church had planned an attack on them. I could probably try to avoid everyone, but again, in these robes, it'll be fairly difficult. Illusion spell? Nah, I've never been that great at casting them on myself...You are useless. Just kill them. Or you can always let me do it so you can pretend that you weren't at fault if you want. perhaps the lizard or this other human could be useful for once...too bad that assassin or whatever he is didn't follow as well. I bet he could get by without much trouble. Jean looked over his shoulder at Tigar. "Hey, since you seem to insist on following me, would you be willing to retrieve some objects for me when we get closer to town? You'll probably have a much easier time getting through than I will. Just say you ran away from the battle. It shouldn't be too hard for you to act scared." Jean rolls his eyes as he finishes the last sentence. "I'd ask our other friend, but I'd like to ask him a few things while we wait. Besides, if you do this, you can consider it saving my life, because if I try to enter the town dressed like this, they'll probably kill me. Then you can stop following me." ~Bob |
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| J0hn185 | Feb 25 2009, 09:11 PM Post #105 |
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"I'd ask our other friend, but I'd like to ask him a few things while we wait." "What is it that you ask?" |
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| Immortalblade | Mar 2 2009, 07:55 PM Post #106 |
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Seeing as the group seemed more content to wander around and pick there ass's then do anything to help fix the issue they had gotten themselves into John figured it was time to get everyone moving. "Oh it seems Ive forgotten my manners" John suddenly exclaimed, giving a slight bow he said (all in one breath...or un-breath) " I am Ludwig van Johnathon Leonardo Brian Petersen, but you may call me the Master of Darkness, Persona of evil, Lord of Bones, Destroyer of dreams, The one who will snuff out the light, pathological-bloodthirsty-homicidal-maniac, summoner of Deamons and monsters, Iron Chef, Bringer of death and sorrow, puppy kicker, baby eater, Blatent ripoff, Lord-of-the-circular-objects-people-wear-on-there-fingures, Oh someone once called me a jackass, uuh lord of the sith (atleast thats what I think I was called), Supreme Warlock etc. Or to make things simpilar you could just call me John." Standing straight he then said "Now again, who are you people and WILL SOMEONE HEAL ME!!!" OOC: By the way, Posted a picture I found off google of what John really looks like *here*. Edited by Immortalblade, Mar 2 2009, 08:00 PM.
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| cah318ery7 | Mar 3 2009, 09:10 PM Post #107 |
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Tigar was absently mindfully walking with the inquisitor, when it registered to him that he was talking to him. "YOU WANT ME TO WHAT," Tigar yelled. "YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST WALK IN THERE, WITH MY LIZARDY SELF AND RECLAIM YOUR CLOTHES. AND THAT WILL MAKE UP FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME? BLASPHEMY." Tigar then cooled himself down. "I will be happy to assist you no charge sir inquisitor." |
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| Immortalblade | Mar 3 2009, 09:40 PM Post #108 |
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John, now quite upset from the lack of reaction many of the members of this merry band of misfits had towards the fact that he had several big gaping holes in him decied to take action and attract the attention of the only noticable healer among them. John grabbed his head tightly and started twisting it. The absolutly disgusting sound of bone twisting and snapping and muscles tearing followed each twist. He kept at this for several moments, twisting his head all the way around. With one final twist and a sickening pop John tore his head, with his cloak and scarf still wrapped around it, from his shoulders and whispered a quick spell. His head glowed for just a moment, before he placed his head on the ground. Backing up he punted his head with every bit of kicking force he could muster (which would make a Football player weep in pity, where it not for the fact the force was augmented with magic). Johns head soared through the air, his cloak making it look like a incredibly small and frayed comet while he let out an exicted "Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!" His head zoomed in on his target and...completly missed by a foot and landed in front of Jean, Tigar and Tioler. Not one to admit his mistakes John said casually to them "Nice weather isn't it?" OOC: Yes Im trying to get your attention. Yes I know it isn't funny. Could everyone just post so we can hurry this up? |
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| Jaw096 | Mar 4 2009, 08:54 PM Post #109 |
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After returing from his search once he heard the explosing, so he may follow them to try and find some info. Jaw hid with him partly sticking out of a tree near some branches. How long must I wait here before they move?! .....I might have an idea. Jaw gave all of the corpses a shadow coating. Forcing the dead bodies to stand up, grab their weapons, and charge at the group of people standing around. However, shortly after, they all clumsily tripped over their own feet. Jaw covered his face with his palm. Ok, that is a little too hard to control all of them. Well, that might have done something to speed this up, I doubt it though. I could have fun just toying with them. |
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| J0hn185 | Mar 5 2009, 07:53 PM Post #110 |
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"We need to go now, there's no time for asking questions till we reach to rema.Tiloer said to priest and got out of the ruins. "Listen to me! We need to go to Rema. Now. Those who would like to have a chance follow me. If you don't, good luck fending the church by yourselves. Backing away and heading towards the city, after making a few steps he glanced back. "And someone heal the bastard, don't' just stand there! |
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| EmperorBobV | Mar 5 2009, 07:56 PM Post #111 |
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This guy is wierd... Jean found himself thinking after Tigar's outburst. "Well...thank you. I'm glad you are willing to he-" Jean is cut off by a flying head..."What the...who through a head at me?" Jean turned to see the headless John. Turning back to the head, Jean asked "Did you really have to do that? Now I'm going to have to walk all the way back there. Next time you want to be healed, bring your whole body to me, not just your annoying head."Aren't you going to kick it back?I haven't decided yet... ~Bob Edited by EmperorBobV, Mar 5 2009, 08:03 PM.
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| Immortalblade | Mar 5 2009, 08:13 PM Post #112 |
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"Because I can?" John replied to Jean innocently. Waiting to be picked up and healed. OOC: Ok Rema post will come up soon and the next GM plot can be set in motion. If we can get more posts this long delay should not happen again. |
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| EmperorBobV | Mar 5 2009, 08:53 PM Post #113 |
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I guess I have to go back then... Jean thought as he picked up John's head. "Wait here guys. I'll be back in a few minutes." With that, Jean kicked John's head back to his body, hitting it in the chest and knocking it back. Then Jean prepared a teleportation spell to take him back to the group. "I would have brought your head back with me, but...I'm bad at teleporting people besides myself. Consider it my revenge for you forcing me to return." With that Jean began pulling out the fragments of wood, intentionally causing much more pain then needed. After he finished, he cast a minor healing spell on the wound and reattached John's head, and teleported back to Tigar and Tiloer. "I have returned. Now...back to what I was going to ask you...crap, I forgot." ~Bob |
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| Immortalblade | Mar 7 2009, 03:44 AM Post #114 |
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Notable location: Rema![]() http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll286/cah318ery7/map.jpg Summary: It is said all goods in the world eventually pass through the Walled port city of Rema. This is of course because Rema is one of the largest and most influential trading capitals in the world. Built on the ancient ruins of possibly thousands of civilizations, Rema stands as a Gem of the world. Because of the influence Rema possesses there are many forces, both outside and inside Remas walls, who would like to control this link to the world. Notable Points: The Currency: Because of the influence Rema has on the rest of the world it uses its own currency, much to the chagrin of many other political groups. Rema currency follows as this; One Oro coin (gold coin) is worth twenty Plata One Plata (silver coin) is worth one hundred Cobre (copper coin). Each coin contains a certain amount of each metal, thus increasing or decreasing its worth as these precious metals are added to it. Competing coins will try to match the percentage of metal in this coin, creating a literal arms race too who can afford the most amount of precious metal in their coins. As it stands the currencies share an equal amount of metal for the moment, making it very easy for merchants and adventures to sell and buy goods without having to carry an equal amount of each type of currency. However problems do arise which has created the simple act of bartering. Bartering is when a group exchanges one good for something of equal value. Now of course bartering is a very complex business, most often used by skilled merchants. However those with a good knowledge of goods and services can create quite a fortune out of bartering (Hint: Salt is worth its weight in Gold). The Government: Two parties rule Rema. A large democratic senate that represents the various guilds and parties in Rema and a secret inner council that acts as the ruling power. However what exactly they do, there purpose and who they even are is kept a mystery to the public. Revealing who a member of the council is an act of treason and punishable by a slow and painful death. The senate operates how many would expect a political function to operate to maintain funds going through Rema. Make even the simplest solutions needlessly complex and not get anything your supposed to do done. In other words, they are exactly like every other political group in existence. The People: Reman society is a mixture of hundreds of cultures colliding, sometimes violently. You can find just about every sentient species somewhere among Remas populace. Reman society is divided into two castes. The normal peasants, who make up the majority of the population, are made up of minor merchants, servants, labour, service and various other industries. The Nobles run the industries, shops, inns etc. There are of course sub groups between the two groups. Currently the population has over two million registered citizens though the number is estimated to be much higher. The City: Rema is not a nice looking city. The poor live in large apartment blocks strewn together from years of salvaged building materials and old wood while the rich live in slightly nicer apartment buildings and the occasional mansion. The city has multiple channels going through it that constantly reek due to the fact sewers empty out into them (they also use the water as drinking water). The city has numerous tall spires from the mansions (and occasional church) that reach up into the very heavens themselves. However all the towers look like they are all half finished. Rema like most cities filled with ignorant peasants have stalls and small shops lining the streets that sell food to the peasants. Since most of the peasants don't own livestock they have to buy there food. However these stalls are almost all owned by a guild or company, meaning the money these poor peasants spend on essential items ends up going back to the merchants who employ them. Also many of the buildings have mild smoke damage on them, mostly because Rema has the very bad habit of being very flammable. The Military: Rema has no standing army, hiring mercenary groups instead to engage in their military activities. They do however have a city guard. Unfittingly this guard can be best described as rent-a-cops. The standard civilian guard wears a leather-reinforced uniform and is equipped with a single pistol, a small club used for beating law-breakers and a small sword for those special circumstances. The Wall guard are equipped with chain mail and a weapon of their choice. Wall guards are usually ex-mercs who chose to stay in Rema for decent constant pay and lack of danger. All Goods and people are usually checked at the gates by these guards, in order to prevent dangerous goods or people from entering the city. Of course there are ways to get dangerous goods and people into the city. Places and Things of Interest: The Coliseum: Need to dispose of some nasty monsters and criminals? Need to make a lot of Gold with little regard to your own life? Then come to the Coliseum. They feature gladiatorial combat, monster hunts and executions. Feel free to apply for (or bet on) a match. The Catacombs: Rema is not the first city to be built where it is. Underneath the streets lies miles of ancient ruins. These ruins are easily entered, with anyone willing to plod through the sewers easily entering them. However despite this the sewers and catacombs are almost deserted of any surface contact, as only a few golems summoned to watch and clear the sewers patrol down there, and they all only stay in the sewers and don't wander into the tombs. No ones knows just how far down these tombs go. There have been of course been the occasional expedition (most ending in failure) and what can be given is that the catacombs are literally hundreds of tombs from hundreds of different civilizations all stacked together in a very ramshackle way. You cannot travel down a single corridor without stepping into a different architecture from a different civilization every foot or so. In fact it’s so ramshackle the catacombs are like a huge 3 dimensional maze. The catacombs, however due to the fact Rema is around sea-level it constantly have water dripping in, however it does not flood, as the water seems to drip down into the lower levels. Considering that Known Reman history dates back almost one thousand years and it was still built on an even older city, it definitely raises some issues. However one of the major questions this oddity raises is mostly a historical one. What civilization would build such an intricate and deep tomb structure? Note: Ill handle the Inn we will be staying at and other notable locations in their own posts and then add them to this. Otherwise this update is pretty much done. Edited by Immortalblade, Mar 8 2009, 03:17 AM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 10 2009, 10:26 AM Post #115 |
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Delatton started off for Rema after the human. He had no desire for another altercation with the Church right now, as he had already attracted enough attention from them already. It was a simple matter to turn himself invisible and scale over the walls, avoiding the guards at the gate entirely and ending up in a back alley. "An interesting species, these humans," he thought to himself as he entered the main street. |
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| Immortalblade | Mar 16 2009, 08:54 PM Post #116 |
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OOC: Ok though it may not be apparent every post up to here was testing on how this RPG should be done. Well I got a general Idea and identified a bunch of problems that cropped up. So now as an experiment I will be trying something new to prevent the problems that have cropped up. NEW RULES -The Mook Rule: Our characters have a tendency to be the best of the best, able to survive pretty much anything. So when fighting a group of random zombies or drunken thugs we should be able to kill one or two with ease. However the post must be well detailed and not a half ass'd "Oh I shot a fireball and they all died." Post. If that happens the GM who is currently in charge is perfectly allowed to do whatever they want to your character. Also this rule does not apply to enemies who can think and react. They will be under the control of the GM and will fight and die as the GM sees fit. Also this doesn't need to be said but if the creature is a huge inhuman monster or evil spirit or demon, they are not killed with just a single fireball. -You do not get any new abilities or items unless the GM says so and they get to decide what you receive This is only here to stop any problems from occurring later on. Basically the GMs make sure no one picks up any Kill everything sword from a sewer. -ALL posts must be well detailed -YOU MUST POST If there is a major plot point going on or a major battle you must post. Taking a page from Mikes books if you do not post your character will either be injured, maimed or knocked unconscious. Now for the GM rules -In order to be the next GM you must submit a summary of your plot to me. This is to prevent any summoning giant dragon problems or over writing any already established plots. But please keep it brief. I don't want to know every little detail. Remember after this first plot I will be just a normal player. -Keep it short Remember the whole point of this RPG is to have the charecters doing multiple adventures. Dragging out your plot into a huge lets save the world thing is unfair to the other people who want to GM. If you want a save the world plot drag it out over multiple GM turns. Also: I AM ACCEPTING PLOTS. IF YOU WANT TO BE THE NEXT GM PLEASE PM ME! Event: The group eventually made its way to the city gates, whose large portcullis loomed over there heads as guards bristled among the various battlements above it and guns and arrows poked out from the slits that covered the walls. The group got into Rema without incident, hiding amongst a large group of scared peasants trying to get in before the gates where closed (though they did attract a few lingering looks due to there blood and gore covered appearance). As they went with the flow of the crowd they all oddly enough managed to reach the same inn. This Inn was essentially a large boarding house, which promised along with Tics and some of the cheapest rooms in the city, privacy amongst some of the less desirable citizens of Rema. New Location: Sleepy Dragon Pub and Boarding house This Large Building may have been an old military barracks or guard tower, judging by its Spartan rooms and lack of many comforts. At five stories tall its height is one of the few noticeable parts of building, as it is hardly in the best of quality and is wedged between several apartments. The rooms are small and contain only a small hay bed and side table. It has a small Pub on its ground floor that often attracts some of the worst the city has to offer. Perhaps the only remarkable thing about the Inn is its Owner, a retired adventurer getting on in years. The Inn despite its poor quality is almost always packed with sailors in need of a cheap place to stay and mercenaries looking for a new job. In fact the guards have already run several investigations through this place as many criminal organizations often hire from here. Notable Stuff -Posted off to the side of the pub is a large message board covered in wanted posters, treasure maps, Notices, Bingo times and Coliseum sign up forms. Many a merc has made a fortune replying to the notices that pop up on this message board. -The Inn attracts many a customer, most not exactly the best people you want to hang out with. Because of this nobles and others with lots of disposable cash who want Jobs done cheaply often hire mercs in this Inn. -Being so popular the employees of this Inn often have an interesting story to tell, sometimes relating to a secret treasure hidden in the wilds or a giant demon artefact in a cave somewhere. Of course its up to the listener to figure out if these rumours are true or not. OOC: ok that’s that. Feel free to do what you want now. My GM term is officially over. Remember I am accepting GM Request so anyone who want to GM please PM me. |
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| EmperorBobV | Mar 16 2009, 10:28 PM Post #117 |
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Jean's return to the city was much easier than he'd expected. He managed to hide inside of the crowd trying to get into the city, and went completely unnoticed. At least...that's what he thought. He'd made it only 50 feet past the gates when a guard shouted to him. "Halt priest. You're wanted by the city council for questioning." Ah shit. Well...I can probably escape them without a problem...Or you could just kill them Would you just shut up? Why am I the one stuck with you? As he was thinking, Jean continued walking back toward the "inn" (for lack of a better word) he had stayed at the night before. Perhaps I should go see the council...I'd like to know more about why the Church attacked this city in the first place. And if it gets out of hand, I'll still have the option of escape after that. Yes...I think going will be the best choice. But first...I need to change. I stand out too much in these. While Jean was thinking, a guard came up behind him and hit him on the head with his sheathed sword "Did you not here us? You're wanted by the council for questioning. Come with us now." "Ouch. What was that for? If you stop hitting me I'll visit your council before I leave this troublesome town. But first I need to change. Come to the Sleepy Dragon Pub and Boarding House in an hour or two and I'll see this council of yours. I have questions I'd like to ask them as well." Not waiting for a response, Jean continued his journey to the inn. Before he'd gone five feet, the guard hit him with his sword again. "No, you'll come with us now. I'm not going to be responsible for your escape." Jean turned to face the guard. "I TOLD YOU TO STOP HITTING ME WITH THAT STUPID SWORD." Jean shouted before casting a spell of binding on the guard. "I'd really like to go change now, so please, wait here for a bit." Jean turned around to see another ten guards standing in his way. I don't have time for this... "I'd love to stay and chat my friends, but I really need to get going. Bye now." With that, Jean teleported past the guards, and ducked inside of an alley. He quickly made his way to the inn using back alley's, being sure to stay out of the view of any more guards. You should have just killed them. It would have been much easier and faster. Not to mention more fun. (OOC: I'm not exactly sure how the city is run, and no one was on when I posted this, so I just took a guess and said city council. If it's run a different way, I'll change my post ~Bob Edited by EmperorBobV, Mar 16 2009, 10:50 PM.
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| Immortalblade | Mar 17 2009, 07:30 AM Post #118 |
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Why so serious?
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OOC: The outer council handles all political things you can think of with ham handed short sightedness while the inner council remains hidden from public eyes. No on knows the identies of the inner council. The outer council on the other hand is very public and will use every oppertunity to pretend it has actual power. So your preaty good as long as you don't mention the Inner council, for now at least. |
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| EmperorBobV | Mar 18 2009, 05:35 PM Post #119 |
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Morphumax
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(OOC: Alright. Works for me.) ~Bob |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 20 2009, 11:21 AM Post #120 |
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The Count
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Delatton blended into the crowds seamlessly, the guards never even really noting him. The drow elf was used to this sort of thing by now, he had been doing it since his first assignment. Unfortunately the rogue inquisitor couldn't do the same, and was probably going to be hauled off due to guilt by association. The monk entered the nearest inn (The Sleepy Dragon Pub & Boarding House). "Hmm, a bit shabby, but it'll do," he thought to himself as he sat at his corner table. He'd still need to reach his target eventually, which meant leaving here, but Delatton and his order were very patient, and if he had to wait here until conditions were right for him to leave, then he'd wait. |
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