Rafia: Blackwind Mountains and Necropia

[Dragonson]

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Rafia is a small part of a huge realm (The Five Planes) i've used a long time to put together.
In this RP, we will be playing in the part of Rafia called Blackwind mountains, and maybe if people get long enough into the game, in Necropia.
But! Let us get the basics first:



A Black Spectre is a person that has merged with his soulblade.
They beleive that to acheive ultimate power they must become one with their soulblade and form a greater unity.
They go through a ritual where they break their soulblade to peices and bond them with their bodies in various places (Heart, brain, lungs, hands, feet, etc.).
When this is done the person acheives a peace of mind that is normally only acheivable by a lifetime of meditation. This peace of mind is constant, and the only situation a Black Spectre is not calm is when a alien pressence is within it's mind.
A Black Spectre is practically a undead creature (therefore the last part of the name) but works like a living being in all other aspects than the mind.
Part of this peace of mind is that their mind exists partically in the Chaotic Plane. How that makes them calm noone has ever figured out.
Due to this connection with the chaotic plane all Black Spectres are constantly surrounded by a field of energy that turns Pitch-Black when in combat (therefore the first part of the name).
The calmness allows them to complete extremely tense and diffucult tasks as easy as scratching your left chin, therefore making them brilliant assassins.
The first Black Spectre was Xall Planebreaker, who for some strange reason acheived godlike power when merging with his soulblade. This was what made others follow him, although none has ever gained the same power as him.


Rafian Lore Volume One: Introduction
The Five Planes were created long ago by The Archbeing, as one out of thousands of worlds.
The Archbeing created three planes, The Chaotic Plane, The Plane of Order and The Plane of Circles.
The Archbeing created three gods for this world. He told them "You Three will rule over this world. One of you will rule the Chaotic Plane, One of you The Plane of Order, and One of you The Plane of Circles."
As the ruler of the Chaotic Plane, The Archbeing chose Sirfas, The Snake.
As the ruler of the Plane of Order, The Archbeing chose Melsen, The Eagle.
As the ruler of the Plane of Circles, now known as the Mortal Plane, The Archbeing chose Ahmon'Zan, the Dragon.
When this was done, the Archbeing left The Five Planes to create new worlds. Leaving the Three Gods to themselves.
They started filling out their planes with all kinds of creations, but when this was done, they turned towards each other.

When the Three Gods had populated their planes, they turned their gaze toward eachother. Sirfen wanted to bring chaos the Plane of Order, and Melsen wanted to bring order to the Chaotic plane. Soon a war were raging, between chaos and order.
It hasn't stopped yet, even though both Sirfas and Melsen are dead.
You see, Ahmon'Zan remained neutral. He waited, thought, planned.
He knew that the two other gods had to kill each other at some point, and when they did, he seized full power over the realm.
There isn't much known about the death of Sirfas and Melsen, but it is known that the first thing Ahmon did with his new power was to Create two new planes: The Wall, and The Gate.
The Wall and The Gate Seperates the Chaotic and The Mortal Plane from the Plane of Order, and they prevent free crossing between the worlds.
No one knows exactly what is going on in the wall and the gate, since nobody have ever returned from a trip there.


When Ahmon'Zan had seized the ultimate power over what now was The Five Planes, he created new gods.
He created five gods for the Chaotic Plane, and five gods for the Plane of Order. These gods have now become far too numerous to count, since gods apparently breed faster than rabbits.
These gods were all lower gods to Ahmon'Zan, and they looked at him like mortals look at them. He became known as The Great Dragon.
Since then Ahmon have been watching the world with joy, observing how the gods worked out their petty squabbles both on earth and in the skies.
Enjoying how he had made a world that before was meaningless war into a "Real" world.
But Ahmon'Zan were not made to be omnipotent, and at some point he got bored.
He created his own little playground, his own little world where he constantly tested out all kinds of things.
He created Rafia.

More lore coming soon!




It is known how Rafia were created, since Ahmon himself have passed it down through his priests. But the Black Tower remains a mystery, since Ahmon refuses to tell his priests it's secrets.
It is a huge black tower, standing right in the center of Rafia.
It continues into the sky, and the top of it cannot be seen from the ground.
Ontop of it though, is a huge platform.
This platform seems to be going on in all eternity. Some say it goes all the way around the globe. Yet, things like light from the sun and rain are completely unaffected by this platform. If you didn't know it were there you wouldn't notice. Unless ofcourse you fly into it. Then suddenly the clouds around you will disappear and you see a large surface of indestructible rock below you. For the platform is, indestructible.
Nobody has ever charted theese misty wastes of rock, also known as the Wastes, and people get lost there everyday.
There's alot of exotic animal and plant life sprouting around out there, and there's rumors about hidden civilisations.
Near the top of the Black Tower a huge city lies, which constantly grows.
In this city, all races are allowed. A real utopia aslong as you don't get into the backstreets. In the center of this city, is the Temple of Dragons. The only temple ever created in honor in Ahmon'Zan. It is his wish that it be the only temple, and nobody disobays his direct orders without getting smited in some way.

There's ALOT of lore about the Black Tower, and i hope i didn't forget anything crucial. If i remember something i've forgotten i'l add it :)


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Towershield Libary: Workan.
The Workan are a Gnoll-Like race living in the Blackwind Mountains.
They have been oddly silent for the last couple of years...

Towershield Libary: Chaotic Demons
There are demons from all of the five planes.
Demons from the chaotic plane are marked with their "non-existing" fields.
If a creature tuches a "non-existing" field, the part of the creature tuching the field will become "non-existing", therefore warping the mind and body of the creature and turning it into a chaotic demon.
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Towershield Libary: Serpa
Serpa is a demon from the Chaotic planes.
It wreaked havoc in The Black Tower a while ago, but were banished.
It's "non-existing" fields are head, right arm and tail.


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Towershield Libary: Chaos
Chaos is a extremely strong chaotic demon.
It is one of the five chaos demons simply named "Chaos."
This particular one is "Chaos of the Mind".
It's "non-existing" field is it's body, with abit of all of it's limbs.







The island (or continent) of Rafia is generally the center of the world known as The Five Planes.
On this island is a great deal of architectural wonders, and magical marvels, such as The Black Tower. But for now, we are going to the Specific part called Blackwind Mountains.
Blackwind Mountains is a huge group of mountains infested with a undead plague coming from the Death-City Necropia.
Blackwind Mountains is though also, one of the biggest sources of loot known to mankind. Therefore: it's swarming with adventurers. In this game, you will be playing one of theese adventurers, doing dungeon crawls and such things.



It's pretty simple:
-Don't lame.
-Don't be a jerk.
-Think about what you do before you do it.
-The GM generally decides everything.
-Do not discuss the GM's discussions with the GM.
-The GM is me, Dragonson.
-Follow The Unwritten RP Rules (http://www.hiveworkshop.com/forums/roleplaying-370/unwritten-rp-rules-138220/)
-Obey the other rules, or else!

Whenever an action of general importance is posted i will roll one or more dice to determine it's result.
A basic Dice roll looks like this:

DM: Melee Attack: Roll (1d6 + 6 for General Awesomeness): 5. (11)

RED: Just for showing you that a roll or announcement by the DM is coming up.
GREEN: This tells you what type of action the roll is for.
BLUE: This tells you how many dice are being rolled and of what type.
PURPLE: This tells you what bonuses will be added to the roll.
TEAL: This tells you the general result of the roll.
DARK GREEN: This tells you the result of the roll with bonuses added.


If somebody rolls the highest possible number on a check or other dice rolls,
a dice will be rolled on this chart to determine what happens.
1: Extreme Success.
Whatever the charecter was doing, he/she has extreme success with.
2: Unexpected Success.
The charecter has success with whatever he's doing, but not nessecarily in the way he/she hoped for.
3: Good Stuff.
Something good happens, like discovering a new spell or gaining a new feat.
4: Extra Díce.
An extra dice is rolled, which will be added to the previous roll result.
The extra dice can also result in a crit, which will lead to another roll on this chart.
5: Pwn.
Something really awesome happens, like getting a Soul-Buff (When you get one you will know why this is awesome. beleive me.)
or instantly killing a monster that is more than thrice as strong as you.
6: Übarpwn.
Like Pwn, just with abit more AWESOME.
When Übarpwn is rolled, you might be saved by a angel, or maybe have a demon from the chaotic planes kill your opponent.
Who knows? It's Übar.



I have a feeling that i have missed important information, but i can't think of anything right now.
Please tell me if there's something that critically needs to be added.
-Dragonson

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Name:
Race:
-Sky Elf: Adept at general magic.
-Forest Elf: The typical Druid.
-Human: ITS A HUMAN!
-Orc: Fighting Stereotype 101.
-Dark Elf: The typical necromancer, or something.
-Gnome: Invents stuff, and usually blows it up too.
-Dwarf: Eh... dwarves... drink things?
NOTE: Theese are just general explanations, not requirements for charecters of the specefic Race.
Class:
-Fighter
-Mage
-Druid
-Healer
-Paladin
-Necromancer
-Barbarian
-Archer
-Rogue
-Shaman
Age:
Gender:
Description:


My general idea for ACTUAL GAMEPLAY in this was that you would do dungeon crawls in groups.
Until we are more than five players (if that ever happens :P) You will all be in the same group.

Now, the tweak (thought not entirely a new concept) on the rp:
NONE of you will at ANY point in the game be picking up or looting weapons.
For the isle of Rafia has a special trait (or... it actually has alot of them, nvm.) that was discovered by the first to colonize it: Soulblades.
When a person (with just enough brain to be qualified as a humanoid...) sets foot on the island, a bladed weapon of any type materializes in this hand of choice.
This blade is like a materialization of his agressive side and hidden (or just general...) intentions.
Example: A virtuos paladin might receive a giant Two-Bladed Axe, while a cruel rogue might receive a spiked dagger in black and red colors.
Once a person has created a charecter, and made a proper description, i will generate a soulblade from the information given to me.
Your soulblades will change during the game, and may be augmented with various kinds of shine baubles you find in dungeons.

Once we have atleast two (preferably three) players, the first dungeoneering will being.
You first choose one of the Three starting cities/outposts:

Fort Fartalon
Fort Fartalon is a place of great military forces, and it is the only remaining fort of the orgininal ten stationed in Blackwind Mountains.
Auchin'Zel
Auchin'Zel is minor outpost of the Crystal City of Auchin'Kor. Auchin'Zel is only protected by the magical shield surrounding it, so if the undead find a way to dispell it, the inhabitants are doomed. Auchin'Zel does though also have a great amount of traders residing, and you can find almost anything you should need there.
Melk
Melk is a typical human village, protected by a legendary Shaman that lived there as a child. This city is small and with few traders, but absolutely no danger of undead assault.

After choosing a city, the group must choose a dungeon to enter. I am still working on the dungeons, so they will come later.


Name: Niahcluc
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Age: Eh. who knows? :P
Gender: Male
Description: He's a rather absent warrior that only shows his true self on the battlefield. Futher he can be a bit cynical and harsh, but people can get over it. Also, he refuses to tell anyone about his past, but if you forget that he's not much more then the average human.
Soulblade:
Ravager:
Ravager is a typical longsword, exept for the strange red runes covering it's blade.
Everytime it takes a life, one of the red runes begin to glow, and whenever they all glow, something completely random happens.
Inventory:
10000 Gold Pieces
Abilities:
Deflection:
Allows you to perform a "Deflection" roll whenever a projectile is about to hit you.
If succsessfull, the projectile is deflected, and is now possibly flying at the original shooter.

Name: Brandan Steelbeard
Race: Dwarf
Class: Fighter
Age: 58 (not that old in dwarf years)
Gender: Male
Description: Brandan is powerful dwarf fighter that judges people on their combat ability. However, he is very distrustfull of magic, he thinks those who use it are 'Immature cowards playing with their magic tricks'. He preffers the use of two handed weapons that deal the most pain per strike and armour that can absorb the most amount of pressure. Don't anger Brandan, for his signature strike once cleaved a man in two.
Soulblade: Bonesunder
Bonesunder is a two-handed axe with blunt blades that smash things more than they slice them. It's a very versatile weapon capable of handling almost any situation, even close combat, since it can be split in two to be two one-hand axes, Bash and Break.
Inventory:
Bag of Preservation


Name: Lord Taiion Methuselah Lucifer
Race: (Special) Half Elf Half Vampire.
Class:Necromancer
Age: Unknown, although he is a hundered thousand years old at least.
Gender: Male
Description: Taiion was a great and powerful half vampire. He has mighty wings and wields great magics. After he came to this world he found that most of his powers had vanished, so he will have to slowly bring them back. He is the land he came from, was a wise and pwoerful hero. he does not feed on blood anymore. He is relativly immune to the blood-urge of his race.
SOULBLADE: Soulsplitter.
Soulsplitter is a so called "Psychic Blade".
It has no hilt, and is hovering around it's owner, it's movement controlled by his mind.
It is pitch black, with some green-ish runes that glow when they make contact with blood.
The blade itself has the size of a normal longsword.
Inventory:
Dark Spellbook
Rise of the Dark Moon: Charges caster with dark power.
Dark Order: Converts previously mentioned power to pure offensive energy.
10000 Gold Pieces
Abilities:
Raw Power:
Taiion has a bonus to all spells due to his great amount of Raw Power.
Gives +9 to all Spells.
Necroform:
Allows the caster to temporarily turn the target into a undead creature.
The type of undead creature is the casters choice. The duration depends on the caster's will and the spell roll.


Name: Huntico Relikem
Race:Dark elf
Class: Warrior.
Age: 56 (still a young man)
Gender: male
Description: Huntico Relikem is a cunning ranger that blood lines enhance his elf powers. He trained to be a fighter then he ran from his dark elf home to seek vengeance for his father's death by the hands of his mother. He can use powerful magics as well as swords. He lives in the forest and his home is in a cave that was made to look like an house inside.
Soulblade:
The Barkfin Harpoon
The Barkfin Harpoon is a large throwing spear with a barbed spearhead.
It is a cruel weapon, and if it hits (which it usually does) it does large amounts of damage.
Inventory:
Slingshot of Diversion
10000 Gold Pieces


NAME: Mourg
RACE: Orc
CLASS: Necromancer
AGE: 22
GENDER: Male
DESCRIPTION:Mourg has lived all his life inside the mighty trade city of Auchin'Zel, under the threat of the undead monsters. Instead of worrying about them, like most others have, he has learned as much about them as possible. He is about as level-headed as an Orc can be, ignoring other's half-whispers that there is an Elf in his ancestry. He is completely able to function on his own, learning most of his information on death through his own studies. But he grows tired of hiding behind the magical shield of Auchin'Zel, and with his trusty Soulblade at his side is ready to take his knowledge from theory to practice. Leaving the peace of Auchhin'Zel behind, he has traveled to FarTalon in the hopes of finding a way to hone his talents.
SOULBLADE: Lifetwister. A cruel dagger with the ability to drain a dying person or creature's soul. It's blade looks like it's made of glass, but is nohow fragile enough to be that.
Inventory:
Chaotic Spellbook
Ring of a Thousand Eyes
Abilities:
Bones To Boiling Lead: (Spellbook Provided)
Allows the caster to transform the target's bones into boiling lead.
Shadow Volley:
Sends out a volley of shadowy spheres, striking down on what/whoever might be their target(s).
This ability has been upgraded with Pierce. The mentioned spheres are shadowy Spikes instead.


Name:Geeron Silvermane
(SPECIAL)Race: Half Vampire, Half elf ( like fendora)
Class: Rogue/fighter
Age: 183 ( looks 25ish)
Gender: Male
Description: Conceived when a vampire raped his mother and killed her husband, he has been brought up to hate all that is unliving, even though he is half vampire, he's a hunter of the undead. Fueled by his hatred he roams the land seeking the one who violated his mother, and thus brought him to the world.
SOULBLADE:
Melkon Ormath: (Hiding Serpent)
Melkon Ormath is a simple but stylish sword, with a VERY small but deadly Crossbow-Mechanism built into it's hilt, allowing the wearer to fire a small projectile on close range.
Inventory:
Soul Gem: Fire (Augmented)

Name: Darek Mor’khan
Race: Orc
Class: Barbarian
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Description: Darek stands tall at about 2.3 Meters (7.6 Feet) He is a buffed and seasoned Warrior. Darek is bald, he wears a leather shoulder pad on his right shoulder, his shoulder pad is hold in place by two leather bands around is arm and one thick leather band across his back and chest. He wears a bears pelt around his waist hold in place by a belt, also of black leather, to his belt two skulls are attached. His boots are nothing more then a pelt wrapped around his feet and hold together whit bands of leather or some tendons. Around his wrists he wears bracelets whit teeth of all sorts of creatures attached to it.
Soublade:
Ragecleaver
Ragecleaver is like a scythe, but the handle isn't curved, making it easy to use as a weapon.
It's blade is black, covered with runes, and it's handle is covered in orcish warpaint.
The runes on the blade sometimes cause random magical stuff to happen, which varies depending on Darek's mood.
Inventory:
Soul Gem: Reave (Augmented)



Name:Mardmip Greatgear
Race:Gnome
Class:Mage
Age:35
Gender: Male
Description: Mardmip is a rather crafty gnome and intelligent.With his skill in engineering,he can create from an arclight spanner to flexible explosives and helicopters.Should you choose to fight him,he will reciprocate you by using a mixed fighting style of engineering and magic.Although he may seem short and bald,he posseses a giant's spirit.



Name: Zarator Katarim
Race: (special) half human half demon
Class: Necromancer (if you think i should have another class based on my description just say it)
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Description: Zarator was born thirty four years ago, somewhere in the wilderness outside the village of Melk his mother died right after the birth, leaving the child alone. As a strike of luck there was an old couple going by, they found the child. the old couple who always wanted a child adopted the boy and named him Zarator Katarim. Because of his slightly reed skin he was mocked in his childhood. At the age of twelve his "parents" died, this made Zarator very unstable, and one day a rich trader traveled through the village, one of the traders guards Kicked zarator into the dirt "stay of the road scumbag!" was the words of the guard. This made Zarator succumb to a terrible rage wich resulted in the guard death. When Zarator awoke he fond himself in the wilderness, with scars from the battle of the day before. He was drained for energy and the will to live. after some day he wandered of onto a road leading him to the city of Auchin'Zel were he became the disciple of a necromancer. this is what he did for twenty tow years, learning the ways of a daemon tamer. not knowing his forbidden ancestry he now setssets out on a quest to find his origins.
Soulblade:
Rend
Rend is a psychic blade, like Taiion's.
It's shaped like a saber and is extremely sharp.
However, it is not known if it has any special abilities.
Inventory:
10000 Gold Pieces.
Abilities:
Dark Warcry:
The caster cries out in dark glory, giving all nearby allies a +5 to attack, defence and spell checks.
Verbal Exellence applies to this spell, giving it extra power if the caster words his warcry with skill.
If a critical is rolled on this spell, the caster gets a +30 to ALL ROLLS until end of combat.


Name: Lucien Karvayn
Class: Fencer (Likes rapiers, one on one duels and 'fancy' sword play, feints, parries etc...)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Description: Tall, 6' 2", lean face, small, sharp brown eyes. Medium (ear length) black hair, parted evenly down the middle, the back is in a small ponytail.
He is very well spoken, keeps to himself for the most part unless he knows the person he is speaking to, he is confident in his own skills but finds it hard to trust others, especially with his own life... due to past events
SOULBLADE:
Viper
Soulrank 2
Viper is an incredibly powerfull soulblade. It is a Hybrid between a Longsword and a Rapier, with a finely decorated hilt and pommel.
Viper also contains several valueable Saphires that are charged with Lucien's personal energy.
(+7 to Melee Attack Rolls and +2 to all Defence Rolls)
Inventory:
Nothing important.
Abilities:
Whirling Defences:
If the charecter succsessfully blocks an attack with a defence check, the charecter automatically lands two attacks on the attacker. These attacks can't be blocked.



Name: Raylik
Race:
Sky Elf/Half-Shadow
Class:
RogueAge: Unknown, somewhere around 700
Gender: Male
Description:
Height: 5 10
Hair: Deep Brown
Not much is known about him. One story says that he was an elf that was banished from the halls of the elves, and has therefore taken up the way of the shadow and that is why he despises anything that came from the elven halls, including his elemental magic, instead trading it for a type of shadow magic that has rarely been seen before. A shadowy figure, never trusts anyone, would mostly prefer to be left alone. Immerses himself in shadow, draws his power from the shadows themselves. It is not known why he has not turned evil yet because of this, however it is obvious that he has to fight against the temptation of it, as occasionally he stops for a couple seconds and looks like there is an internal conflict happening inside him, and because of the fact that he can never draw as much power as necromancers.
SOULBLADE:
Sting
Sting is an Arabian-Style dagger, with a pitch-black blade.
It can be used in melee battle as well as a throwing knife, as it allways re-materializes in Raylik's hand after it hits the target.
Inventory:
Nothing Important.
Abilities:
Ritual of Power:
The caster creates a pentagram around him, then sits down in the middle of it.
For each round the caster sits in the middle of the pentagram without being interrrupted all allies gets +2 to all rolls.
After every five rounds a demon is summoned under the caster's control.

Name: Sestina Lamente
Race: Sky Elf
Class: Ranger
Age: When you are as old as she is, concepts such as counting the years do not appeal to you as much.
Gender: Female
Description: Sestina’s appearance epitomizes the grace and beauty that all sky elves are reputed very well for. She stands modestly at 6’1” with attire that highlights her feminine and delicate physique, yet in battle, she is as dexterous and fierce as a stalking feline. Ivory hair shimmers past her neck and down to her lower spine where it curls slightly while two orbs of decadent sky-blue nest underneath her crown. Sestina has the face of a cherub: outstanding crimson lips, skin as soft as velvet and a fragile nose.

During a raid on her regiment, Sestina tasked herself with the defense of the last sorceress in her regiment. All went well as her arrows peppered the enemy ogres; however, one managed to break the ranks, and charged straight for the sorceress. Sestina, a mere ant compared to the ogre, was pummeled into a nearby rock, knocking her head and eliminating her from the battle. The last thing she heard was the screams of her regiment as ogres crushed them into nothing.

To this day, she is unable to remember anything before that day but the war cries of her regiment. Sestina feels constantly alone, as if her mind was a void - all of her efforts, her training, and her race, forgotten. The only thing she finds solace in is her bow, which had been snapped in the battle, which is a constant reminder that she was once a champion of some sort. Her story starts in Rafia, the lonely place in which she awoke from that terrible nightmare.
Soulblade:
Lokh'Urka (Stonefang):
Stonefang is one of the rare Arrow Soulblades, and has a slightly blunt arrowhead to cause maximum impact.
While the arrowhead is white the arrow feathers seem to be the same as those of a pheonix, and a small trail of fire allways follows the arrow when it flies throught the air.
Abilities:
Chaos Gift - Warp Vision:
Allows the charecter to see living beings and their weak points even if said beings are behind cover that obstructs the charecter's normal eyesight.
Practical Effect: Adds one extra dice to all attack rolls. If extra dice crits, another extra dice will automatically be rolled instead of using the normal crit chart.


Name: Kloth
Race: Werewolf, originally a Wolf
Class: Barbarian
Age: Unknown, but he's already an adult in Wolf terms of Maturity
Gender: Male
Description:
Kloth is a Wolf from the Bloodhowl pack. Like all members of this Pack, he has a Pitch-Black Fur and Blood Red Eyes. One night, it's just like any other. He went on to hunt some deer with other wolves. However, what they found in their hunt is not any deer. Instead, they found a strange Demon, formed of Pure Darkness. They tried to fought the Demon to no avail. Eventually, Kloth do one brave act that he will regret for his entire life: he bit the Demon's head. Unfortunately, the Demon is not something as weak as he think, as the Demon effortlessly dug its claws inside Kloth's body, delivering an unimaginable pain. He does survive, however, and become insane in the process, ravaging the Demon and tearing it to pieces. Realizing that it won't be safe to return for both him and the pack, he ran off to the forest. Three nights after that, he encountered a feral Werewolf, who bit his back with a powerful force, infecting Kloth with the Werewolf Curse. This turns out to be Kloth's advantage, however. As he transformed into a Werewolf, he he ripped his attacker without any effort, and also regained some of his sanity in the process. With his sanity regained, he now has only one goal: To purge Rafia of all Demons, no matter what the cost.
Build:
Tall and Lanky with a muscly body, with lean but strong limbs. As the history said, he has a Pitch-Black fur and Blood Red eyes.
Also, he's Half-Insane.
Soulblade:
Hunger
Hunger is a huge, two-handed axe.
It is extremely sharp, and is weighted so that attacks both bash and cleave.
It does though have the side effect that the wielder constantly thirsts for battle
Abilities:
Vaccuum Strike:
Allows the charecter to strike with such an immense force that a temporary vaccuum appears whereever the attack lands, causing extra damage and wreaking havoc with the blood flow of organic targets by sucking out blood from open wounds.




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1: Entrance.
2: Mine Restricted Area.
3: Mine Depot.
4: Mine Valueables-Vault.
5: Chaos Ore Vein.
6: Mining-Site.
7: Bluesilver-Crystal Deposit.


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This is where the citizens of Brenrok post things that they would like your attention on.
Checking this once in a while is not a bad idea.


GENERAL STATS:
Defence: 30 (+20)
Maintenance: 15 (+5)
Strength: 18 (+8)
Wealth: 45 (+35)
Morale: 35 (+25)
Repuation: 29 (+19)

VAULT:
Gold: 100000 (Player Gold not included.)
Stored Wood: 650T
Stored Stone: 2000T (NOTE: Stone weighs alot more than wood.)

POPULATION:
Employed: 520
Unemployed: 200
Soldiers: 120
Mages: 30
Mage Apprentices: 40
Farmers: 105
Constuction Workers: 350
Resource Gatherers: 150





Here's a list of contruction projects the Brenrok's citizens has proposed:
-Building a Windmill (Under Progress)
-Re-Constructing the Barracks Done (+10 City Defence)
-Re-Constructing the Libraries Done (+10 City Reputation and +5 City Wealth)
-Renovating the Shezka's Church (Under Progress)
-Enlarging the Tavern
-Spicing up the city with Flora (Under Progress)
-Re-Constructing the General Store (Under Progress)



All letters that you receive will go here.

[HANDLED]

Greetings, New Lords of Brenrok!
I am Mezarch Dominar, of the Dominar family.
We run a huge buisness on trade with ore, stone, wheat and other daily life-essential wares.
We were wondering if a trade route would interest you?
-Mezarch


We are most pleased to hear that you are willing to trade with us!
Our first caravan will arrive in a few days and we will make sure it brings some books for your library along.
-Mezarch
DM: +20 City Wealth and +5 City Reputation.





Scout Reports:
The energy of the lich Taiion obliterated has been tracked to Fort Talongate.

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A citizen has reported that undead creatures keep showing up in his cellar.
He has no idea of how they get in there, and he pleads for investigation.

Solving Reward: +5 City Morale and +2 City Reputation.

[Jsprat100]

Name: Brandan Steelbeard
Race: Dwarf
Class: Fighter
Age: 58 (not that old in dwarf years)
Gender: Male
Description: Brandan is powerful dwarf fighter that judges people on their combat ability. However, he is very distrustfull of magic, he thinks those who use it are 'Immature cowards playing with their magic tricks'. He preffers the use of two handed weapons that deal the most pain per strike and armour that can absorb the most amount of pressure. Don't anger Brandan, for his signature strike once cleaved a man in two.

[Dragonson]

Brandon Steelbeard Approved.
Soulblade:
Bonesunder
Bonesunder is a two-handed axe with blunt blades that smash things more than they slice them. It's a very versatile weapon capable of handling almost any situation, even close combat, since it can be split in two to be two one-hand axes, Bash and Break.

[Jsprat100]

Brandan felt his new weapon materialise in his hand. After a brief moment of suspense, he looked down to see his blade. It was alot like his battleaxe from the mainland, only the edges were more blunt. Brandan realised, after a moment of dissapointment, that this was actually on purpose, so that the blade would not only create an admittadely thick cut, but also crush bones. Along the shaft was written in silver letters 'Bonesunder'. He also noticed that, if he twisted the handle clockwise, the battleaxe separated into two smaller hatchets with simmalar style blades to the main weapon. Along one was written 'bash' and along the other 'break'.

Sliding them back into the battleaxe form, Brandan took his new soulblade in both hands and began his exploration.

[Dragonson]

OOC: I would really like to begin RP now, but before we can do a dungeon crawl we need atleast two players :( If you can get any of your friends, please do. I will ask some of mine :)
If we can't get more players, we will just do some exploring with your char :) "Leave no RPer Behind!"

[The World Is Flat]

I will join... But i may not be on a ton... let me come up with a Charachter...

[The World Is Flat]

NAME: Fendora
RACE: (May I be a special race? Half Vampire, Half Elf. (Not a bitten elf, but a child of a vampire and an elf, in this case a dark elf, called a Bloodelf.)
CLASS:
Necromancer
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Description: She is a warrior-Necromancer; she is powerful, but dark, angry, unpredictable, and dangerous. Both of her parents were killed by elfish vampire hunters. And she almost was as well. She is also stunningly beautiful, more so than a vampire or an elf.

Is this ok?

[SoLmaster]

Name: Huntico Relikem
Race:Dark elf
Class: Ranger.
Age: 56 (still a young man)
Gender: male
Description: Huntico Relikem is a cunning ranger that blood lines enhance his elf powers. He trained to be a fighter then he ran from his dark elf home to seek vengeance for his father's death by the hands of his mother. He can use powerful magics as well as swords. He killed his mother and now helps the other races to fight the spider queen's and king's grasps of power. He lives in the forest and his home is in a cave that was made to look like an house inside.

[Fussiler1]

OOC: I will join after school! :D.

[Dragonson]

Thanks for Joining People!

@Flat
You may have your special race ;)
Fendora Approved.
Soublade:
Kiroth Elem (Broken Moon)
Krioth Elem is a typical Caster Sword. Long and Sharp.
The blade is black, the hilt White, And on the Pommel a ruby is mounted.
Kiroth Elem has the strange ability that it funtions just like a vampire's teeth: It drains blood.
Whenever the blade touches the red substance, it drains it in and uses heals Fendora, also satisfying any vampiric needs.

@SoLMaster
Well... I know i just allowed another custom race, but there actually already IS something called a true elf in this world, and they are a race of Demi-Gods that live in the plane of the Gods.
So no, you can't be a true elf. :(
And i would really like to know what Spider Queen you're refering too? :P
This is not DnD, ya know :P
So... i would really like to approve your charecter and generate your soulblade right away, but i need theese issuses figured out first :(

@Fussiler
I will wait, I will wait, for you to leave through the gates of hell!
I state, I will state, that you ripped through the black lightwell!
For on the way too the skyyyy....

Sorry, no more Kamelot lyrics today ;)

Looks like were getting a rp after all! Glorious!

[The World Is Flat]

Wonderful! so how do we start 'o Dragonson?

[Dragonson]

As soon as you guys pick a starting city :)

[The World Is Flat]

Ok, so what are the cities?

Oh, i go for Fort Fartalon

[Dragonson]

Okay :) You just gotta get the others to agree.
As it says in the first post: you will be a team.
The dungeon crawls i designed are made for atleast two persons. (shouldnt be a problem... When Fuss and SoL has their chars finished we're gonna be 4 persons.)
For now you should discuss with Jsprat about what happens now.

[Jsprat100]

I too will go for the humerously named Fort Fartalon.

[The World Is Flat]

Great, lol lets begin...

[The World Is Flat]

It had been a month since Fendora had arrived here. This place was an escape, from the terrible memories of her childhood. her blade, Kiroth Elem, was one of the many boons in this place. it was wonderful, long and wicked... One of the others was that people dissapeared all the time. thus she could hunt without fear of detection... Fort fartalon was a perfect location for her nightly jaunts into nearby villages to feed. and it was on her way back form one of these trips that she saw a strange dwarf, towing with his soulblade. she gave a quiet snicker as she watched his duminutive stature. but to her great suprise, the little man heard her. she quickly hid he suprise and glared at him, studying up and down...

[Dragonson]

OOC: Snicker... Fartalon...
It's FarTalon XD
Anyways, get RPing! The more RP the more bonuses in the dungeons :)
I'd like to have SoL and Fuss joining in before the dungeoneering starts, since then they won't be behind.

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: Lol, waiting for a response....

[Crazy Cow]

Well, this is my first RP, but as I have learned in the past the best way to learn is jump on in. So... character...

NAME: Mourg
RACE: Orc
CLASS: Necromancer
AGE: 22
GENDER: Male
Well, I don't know much about the world we are living in, so I can't make my character description quite as detailed as I want. But might as well try...

Mourg has lived all his life inside the mighty trade city of Auchin'Zel, under the threat of the undead monsters. Instead of worrying about them, like most others have, he has learned as much about them as possible. He is about as level-headed as an Orc can be, ignoring other's half-whispers that there is an Elf in his ancestry. He is completely able to function on his own, learning most of his information on death through his own studies. But he grows tired of hiding behind the magical shield of Auchin'Zel, and with his trusty Soulblade at his side is ready to take his knowledge from theory to practice. Leaving the peace of Auchhin'Zel behind, he has traveled to FarTalon in the hopes of finding a way to hone his talents.

Now, a few quick questions. What, as a Necromancer, will I be able to do? Summon undead minions, control other's undead minions, shoot bolts of death out of my fingers, or what? I imagine that the afore-mentioned stuff is higer-level abilities, but what will I be able to do right now?

[The World Is Flat]

Hmm, you should do 2 things mate:

1: you Might, might want to wait for approval.

2: you MUST start at Fort FarTalon

[Crazy Cow]

I intended to wait for approval at any rate, but I didn't realize we had to start in the same place. I'll make the appropriate changes.

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: Great.

[Fussiler1]

Name: Niahcluc
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Age: Eh. who knows? :P
Gender: Male
Description: He's a rather absent warrior that only shows his true self on the battlefield. Futher he can be a bit cynical and harsh, but people can get over it. Also, he refuses to tell anyone about his past, but if you forget that he's not much more then the average human.

[Dragonson]

OOC:
@Crazy Cow
Welcome to the RPing Buisness!
Well, first of all: Anything you post that is not something your charecter does, should have the letters OOC: infront of them :)
Anyways, i like your Charecter, and approved he is. But about necromancers:
In my rps, i usually base the classes on a basic thing that most people know what is, Example: Mage, A person that uses magic.
What the class can do is developed during game, allowing the player to fully custimize their charecter AND roleplay.
If you want to be a Dart-Out-Of-Fingers necromancer, then you can!
If you want to be a "Typical" necromancer, then you can!
It's your decision, as long as it's not lame.
And now...
Soulblade:
Lifetwister:
A cruel dagger with the ability to drain a dying person or creature's soul.
It's blade looks like it's made of glass, but is nohow fragile enough to be that.

@Fussiler
Approved. Indeed Approved ^^
Soulblade:
Ravager:
Ravager is a typical longsword, exept for the strange red runes covering it's blade.
Everytime it takes a life, one of the red runes begin to glow, and whenever they all glow, something completely random happens.

Okay... That should be it.
Niahcluc and Mourg will be added to the charecter list later today.
Right now, your task is to roleplay how the team meets and groups up.
And then... i have prepared a dungeon crawl for you. :mwahaha:

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg was preparing to leave Auchin'Zul. As he approached th emagical barrier that formed the outer wall, he spied a lone zombie mindlessly walking into the barrier over and over again. Thinking it as good of a start to his journey as any, Mourg stepped through the barrier and faced the zombie. He did not notice, however, the malice of the shield as he passed through it. Facing off against the lone zombie, he prepared the only spell he really knew how to do. Quickly mumbling a handful of words, he made a simple gesture at the zombie shuffling towards him. It stopped for a moment, and then turned back to the barrier and started walking into it again. Walking up to the zombie, he tested his spell's limits by thrusting his blade, Lifetwister, into the shoulder of the undead creature. It completely ignored him. Noting the spell's sucess, he dispached thed creature with a thrust to the head. As he expected, the strength he gained by killing the monster was negligible, at best; it was already dead. Turning to the road to FarTalon, he set out on the long jorney.

OOC: I believe my Necromancer will focus on manipulating and destroying undead creatures. That makes sense, considering his background and his purposes for becoming a Necromancer. The spell used on the zombie up there is a mind-altering thing that causes an undead creature to ignore the caster, although more powerful ones can resist him if they are notably more powerful than him. It is also hard to cast en-masse, so I won't be completely untouchable in the undead-themed dungeons (that would piss someone off, I'm sure.).
Just to let you know a bit more about my character, he isn't the evil kind of Necromancer that hates life and stuff (aka the cliched kind). He just specializes in destroying undead, so don't think of him as the bane of all life (although your characters, of course, are free to treat him as such).

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: i am going to ignore the dwarf for now...

Fendora Stared at the dwarf incredulusly. The se turned and walked away towards her quarters.... The next day, she was strolling the battlements spying for any lone travelers to feed on... when miraculously, she spied an orc walking down the path towards the fort... She hated orc blood, but this orc might be a fair ally to have on her side, so she leaped from the battlements and fell the massie distance to the ground. the she ran, covering the half mile distance to the orc in a matter of minutes. She slowed to a walk and rounded a corner and faced the orc, her black blade glowing a sickly black-non-light.

[Fussiler1]

OOC: I'll start in fort FartAlon. But let's say I followed Flat.

He raised one eyebrow, fairly surprised. This.. woman was incredibly fast, not natural.. In the distance he examined the two, ready for a big show. His hand rested on the hilt of the strange sword that appeared out of the ground when he arrived. Why he came to this.. isle, actually? He shrugged. Life at home was dull and bad. Also, the urge to travel to distant lands had lured him, and the journey refreshed himself. Suddenly he realized he distracted himself and he focused on the two. He just knew she was up to something.. but what?

[The World Is Flat]

Suddenly, she decided to make this orc suspicious, so she hissed at him quickly in a way only vampires can, and then she dashed into the trees on one side of the road, quickly runnig back towards the fort. It was all part of the plan... As she approached, she noticed a strange man on the battlements looknig at her, he must have seen me go up to the orc, she tought. so quckily she walked up to the battlements and with one massive thrust of her legs (and a some extra magical power) She lept onto the battlements next to the human. She drew her blade. and asked in her otherworldy voice: Who are you?

[mato2]

Name:Geeron Silvermane
(SPECIAL)Race: Half Vampire, Half elf ( like fendora)
Class: Rogue/fighter
Age: 183 ( looks 25ish)
Gender: Male
Description: Conceived when a vampire raped his mother and killed her husband, he has been brought up to hate all that is unliving, even though he is half vampire, he's a hunter of the undead. Fueled by his hatred he roams the land seeking the one who violated his mother, and thus brought him to the world.

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: Welcome.

[Crazy Cow]

The fortress of FarTalon was within sight, it's looming walls towering over the surrounding forests. Mourg was lost in thought, considering the pros and cons of magical shielding versus physical walls such as the FarTalon fortress, when a hiss - the kind that makes your hairs stand on end and think of getting your throat torn out - came from something behind him. Turning about, he only caught a glimpse of something darting into the trees. Quickly running through the possibilities in his mind, Mourg began to worry. It could be a large cat, but those were rare; and why would it attack him, on an open road? And it would hardly be playing games with him like this. Another option would be a vampire, and while Mourg would be able to put up a better fight than most he seriously doubted that his powers would be enough to match such a creature. Praying for the best, Mourg decided to continue on to FarTalon - preferably very qiuckly.

[Fussiler1]

He was shocked for a moment, but didn't show through. He started to laugh.
''What a pleasant welcome, I must say!'' he said sarcastic.
''Now, now, you could do that sword away, no? As far as I know it's not like you'll need it.''

[The World Is Flat]

She hissed at the man and sheathed her sword, then she walked over closer to him. "Who are you human?"

[Crazy Cow]

The debate in Mourg's head about physical vs. magical walls was still raging, and currently magical was on top: Mourg couldn't find the gate. He had seen a figure simply jump up onto the walls, possibly the thing from his previous encounter, but he seriously doubted that he could do the same. To his suprise, the same dark figure was standing on the wall in front of him, menacing a human with a long blade. She was most definitly a vampire, probably an elvish one; and it seemed that the human she was confronting was having a discussion with her. Deciding to take the simple way out, he bellowed up to the fugures: "Hey, how do I get in this place?"

[Fussiler1]

My name is Culchain? Why?''
OOC: Not responding for several hours. Sorry.

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: ok i'll move on to mourg

Fendora turned quckly, ignoring the human, and jumped down infront of the orc. she thought quickly... "greetings orc, i am Fendora." Then she turned and indicated a tower about 400 feet down the wall. "the gate is over there, but first, who are you?" She asked as she drew her black blade.

[Crazy Cow]

After the vampire heard his call, she jumped down from the human, landing in front of him. Pointing to a tower in the distance, she said; "Greetings, Orc. I am Fendora. That there is the gate. But first, who are you?" She drew here blade. Thinking the worst, Mourg jumped back and rapidly began his spell, hoping that the vampire would be slow enough to let him get his spell off. Just in case, he had his dagger in hand, ready to meet Fendora if the spell didn't work. "One more for magical walls," he muttered, thinking about how much simpler the whole buisness would be if he could just walk inside the fort.

[Dragonson]

OOC:
Welcome to Rafia Mato2!
Geeron Silvermane Approved.
Soulblade:
Melkon Ormath: (Hiding Serpent)
Melkon Ormath is a simple but stylish sword, with a VERY small but deadly Crossbow-Mechanism built into it's hilt, allowing the wearer to fire a small projectile on close range.

Also people, my "plot" will begin tomorrow, so you have until then to get the starting RP going. (if you want more time tell me. Tomorrow is just my base Deadline.)
I haven't added charecters to the charecter list today (or done anything else on hive) 'cause i had to go get a X-Ray scan on my lungs and get my blood sampled. Sorry guys :(

[The World Is Flat]

She stood up gracefully. She eyed the orc down and up. "you are a necromancer. Welcome to Fort FarTalon." She bowed and stood. "But you have not shared your name, mr.?" She left off hoping for him to fill in...

[mato2]

Geeron rode into the open field from the forests, the fort of FarTalon was towering in front of him. He had been there before but it never ceased to amaze him. He headed for the gates and the most peculiar thing caught his glimpse. What smelled like a vampire was talking to a pretty lost orc, they didn't keep his attention because what he thought was a vampire didn't give off enough energy to be one, or was very young. He would look into it later, right now he needed to find an Inn.

[Crazy Cow]

The vampire assumed a less threatening stance apon seeing he was a necromancer. Cancelling his spell and assuming his own non-threatening stance, he responded to her question: "I am Mourg, of Auchin'Zel. I assume you live here?" Keeping in mind that vampires can pull many tricks, he kept his dagger in-hand, ready to respond to any kind of physical attack.

[Fussiler1]

Niahcluc sighed and stood up, walking back to the fort. He had had his portion of madness for today.

[The World Is Flat]

No, a am meerly staying here for a short period of time, i am expecting to move on, soon. you have the look of a traveler about you. and you are a necromancer, i could use one of you skill as a traveling companion. and don't worry, she gave a feindish smile, i dont bite.

[mato2]

OOC: Fussi we should stay at the same inn, the characters need to get to know eachother before the first dungeon.
edit: flat you too :D

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: shure why not. I HAVE TO GO FOR AN HOURR OR TWO!


"Find me at the inn," she continued. And she lept over the wall and into the fort. landing gravefully. most just assumed she was an elf, and she was glad of the confusion. She walked into the inn an immediatly smelled the potent scent of a vampire. damn, she thought to herself, competition! She spotted him easily and stalked up to him, amazed to see that he was in fact a half vampire, like her. she smiled to him and said sweetly, nice to meet you mr.?

[mato2]

Geeron had gotten his room, and went to the mess hall for a drink. He noticed the young vampire from before, to his amazement she just smiled at him and asked to know his name. He realized she wasn't just a very young vampire, she was half elf!
My name's Geeron, and what might yours be?, he responded smugly, giving her a look with his piercing silver eyes.

[The World Is Flat]

My name is Fendora, Geeron, i must say, i have never met another of my uniqe kind before. Her blazing red heyes stared into his. What is your buisiness here Geeron? she asked in he fluttering, sweet voice.

[Jsprat100]

Sorry for my long absense

Brandan sat in the inn alone, drinking like a parched animal, a parched animal that had a taste for bitter stout. Well, when he says a taste, more of a reliance. No, an alliance. Drinking was an ally just like any fighter or knight, giving him courage and dulling his senses so battle seemed simpler. Even better, as a dwarf he had a hard mind, so inhebriation would only start on his 10th tankard. He was on his 8th, still going strong.

He spun on his bar stool to scan the inn. He saw fellow fighters, knights and rouges, sharpening their soulblades and chatting. Real men weild swords that kill - those were real men. He also saw dagger weilding casters, faeries and imps, sat playing with their magic tricks. Freaks - all of them. Magic wasn't meant to be tapped into. The acients kept the magics, Dwarves were meant to worship and fight for survival. Survival was hard to come by in their snowy homelands, so Dwarves were proven durable warriors, and to see some throw around flame and frost whilst wearing dresses made Brandan sick.

He also saw different people, strange people, people who were neither dwarf nor elf, people neither human nor gnome, people who had a vampric embrace about them. It was true that they had human like features, but vamprism was clear. There were the signs - pale skin and blood red eyes. Brandan was a monster hunter in his last job and had ways of finding things out. Vamprism was easy to spot. Lycan's pre-transformation were harder. Werewolves were exactly like normal if their uncurable wounds weren't showing. You could only tell at night, when their appetite increases and they become irrational and confident. Thinking about it, there was a human sitting at the side of the bar that was a werewolf. He had the tell-tale scratch across his face that didn't bleed but never heals.

Turning his eyes back to the analysed vampires, Brandan listened closely to their conversation. Creatures of darkness shouldn't be in Fort Fartalon.

[mato2]

"A pleasure to meet you Fendora" his voice barely gave offf any emotion, if it was a pleasure no one could tell, " I haven't seen much of our species either, and as for why I'm here, I'm just looking for a relative i haven't seen in a while."
He gave off a smirk.
EDIT: Non-vampires, can hardly see a half vampire for what it is, because they do not have that sort of sixth sense that vampires and some necromancer have.
And for the sake of peace between us, don't try to spy on vampires, they notice things :D

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: Nice to have you back.

A Relative? Really, i'm suprized that such relatives exsist for one such as you Geeron. Here, how about we go get a drink she said this in a very confidential way,"and we can talk about some importat matters. She motioned for the door.

[mato2]

Well I am feeling kind of thirsty, let's go.

[The World Is Flat]

The two walked towards the door, and exited into the night. "Well, i know a nice village nearby that has some LOVLEY drink. And they best part is that there is no way that anyone could know it was us." She smiled wickedy. "shall we go?"

[mato2]

Sure, take the lead.

[The World Is Flat]

They Walked to the east, towards one of the few remaining villages. She asked him: So my firend, how did it happen? are your parents still alive? how old are you? Explain your self and i will explain myself.

[mato2]

It is a long story, where is this village you spoke of?" He probably would have killed her by now, but something was stopping him, she smelled like a vampire, and she definitely acted like one, but the energy she gave off was just weird, he would wait a little longer and see.

[The World Is Flat]

My name is Fendora Lucifer My father was a half-elf like myself and so was my mother. My fathers name was Lord Taiion Methselah Lucifer. He was a legendary hero somwhere, in another land... She turne to him as they exited the forest. "here" she said.

[mato2]

Ah we finally made it, so are we grabbing that drink?

[Crazy Cow]

Still groaning inside at the vampire's awful pun, and more recently wishing he could climb walls, Mourg walked to the entrance to fort FarTalon. He would need to find an inn: and most definitly a way to earn some gold. While he had enough for more than a week in a decent tavern and meals, he planned to stay longer than that, much longer. 'Perhaps there will be someone looking for a fighter,' he thought to himself. While he was hardly as good of a fighter than barbarians and such, he could hold his ground against most threats. Entering the gate was much easier than he had thought it would be; the guards seemed very lazy, only giving him a quick glance to check that he was alive. Mourg recieved an unexpected shock when the vampire from before - Fendora - and another vampire, probably her mate, walked right by him and through the gate. The guards hardly payed any attention to them, giving them thier customary glance and returning to thier dice game. 'If vampires are allowed to roam freely around this place,' he thought to himself, 'I had better watch out.' Despite the vampire's assurance that she had need of his services, he hardly trusted her.
After a bit of exploring, he found that there were two taverns; the first full of dirty, ragged drunks in the middle of the slums, and the second full of well-armored, battle seasoned drunks on the main road. Deciding to take the main-road tavern, Mourg entered the place and looked around for a barkeep. Knowing it was customary to buy a drink from a barkeep before asking information from him, Mourg sat down next to a Dwarf - through nearly eight tankards, by the look of him - and waited for the barkeep to notice him.

OOC: It's kind of hard to notice what you (World is Flat and Smoke Your Veggies) are saying; perhaps you could provide your charcters with quotation marks to seperate speech from other text? That would be greatly appreciated.

[mato2]

OOC: See the thing is, no one knows we're vampires, it's hard to tell since we're half vampires and only people with a certain gift can see us for what we are. :D

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: Yes, I read your last post on that subject. But just because I know it OOC doesn't mean my character knows, does it? Don't worry, I'll make sure it doesn't affect our gameplay at all.

[mato2]

OOC: It's quite alright it's just because of this
'If vampires are allowed to roam freely around this place,'
i'm just saying no one actually knows we're vampires, so no one is allowing us to roam :D

[The World Is Flat]

Shure! she smiled, and walked into town. People screamed, because they had seen Fendora before. She glanced around, picked a nice jucy young man and jumped nearly 20 feet before landing in front of him. He turned to run away in shock, but she grabbed him, turning him towards her. She drew her face close to his and said. "Join me for a drink?" She laughed and then brought her teeth down on his neck. blodd spouting she sank he teeth deep in and drank he fill. Tossing the man aside. She glanced around, spying another youg man who looked dumbstruck at her. Se smiled. and the ran back to he woods to meet the other vampire.

[mato2]

It seemed the villagers know you, that's a bad thing you know, if you bother them too much, they'll probably hire someone to hunt you down..." He said slyly while wiping off a spec of blood from his chin, there was a young girl's body lying next to him, with too clean little holes in her neck, he just didn't understand the vampires that made a mess of themselves every time they fed, her face was locked in deathly shock.

[The World Is Flat]

"They cannot, they have no connections and they have no money." she laughed and then Said: "we had best return. But i am interested, who are you hunting?"

[mato2]

"Who said i'm hunting anybody? Oh, and some hunters don't ask for money, they have their own reasons, trust me..." He wouldn't kill her, not yet anyway. She could prove entertaining. "By all means, let's head back to the city, we can talk there." And he took off in a dash swaying the tress around him.. "Oh, yes, this will be fun" He thought to himself with a smug smirk on his face.

[The World Is Flat]

She was supicious of this half-elf now. But she decided to pretend to be foolish and trusting. She let out a low please growl and moved on towards the city. they walked passed the dice palying guards, and walked into the bar. She noticed the orc. She led Geeron over to the bar and sat down next to the orc, with geeron on the other side. "Greetings orc, she said pleasantly." then she look up towards the bartender and said: "Two glasses of red wine on the double." She flashed him a smile.

[SoLmaster]

@ dragonson
Fix him up and his a dark elf. The Spider Queen and king is his word for the ruler of the dark elfs.

[mato2]

As they walked into the Inn, the one that was talking to Fendora outside the walls before... Fendora ordered two glasses of whine, and as the barkeep walked away, Geeron felt a puls, like a shockwave from an explosion, someone had just turned into a werewolf, it was his mark, he knew he was the only one who felt it, Fendora was too young, and there were no other vampires miles away.
"I need to go attend to some... Business." He walked into the night, picking his coat up form the hangers near the door. This would be a stroll in the park. He put his coat on, and reached in his inner pocket, pulling out a pistol, he loaded a silver bullet in it, just in case. He could smell the dog from miles away, but he was in the city, very close.

OOC: I hope the pistol is fine.

[The World Is Flat]

"Wait! where do you think your going!?" She got up and put her hand on his shoulder. She leand close to hm and whispered i his ear, "We don't do near the werewolf, and he doesent come near us, i noticed the gun wit the silver bullet Geeron" the said, not wanting him to leave. Se smiled brightly and pulled him back towards the bar.


OOC: i have to go soon, so i'll se you guys tomarrow... maybe 1-2 more RPs... then i have to go...

[mato2]

Like i said, it's business, you wanted to know who I'm hunting, now you know, I would appreciate it if you stayed here." He said with an aggressive undertone, he didn't want to argue about this. " Don't follow me." And he walked away, strolling towards the scent.

OOC: waiting for response then initiating badass fight scene :D

[The World Is Flat]

Fendora thought about it. She decided to kill this other vampire, before he srewed things up here. As he left, she used her magical powers to dampend her sent. She followed him deep into the woods. then just as he was about to run further towards the scent. she leapt landing square in his back. they bowled over, and they seperated. she drew her sword and advanced.

[mato2]

"I don't need this now Fendora." Geeron threw a silver coin with strange engravings onthe ground in front of Fendora, it pulsed and exploded, Geeron was gone in the flash, he covered his scent and dashed towards the werewolf.
As he was running through the woods he heard a scream, he changed his direction accordingly, and within seconds he had found the werewolf. It had killed a woman, ripping out her throat. "Ha, so we meet at last."
the werewolf just growled and charged him. He dodged to the side and sliced it's knee, making it topple over to the side and land on it's back. Geeron approached as it got up ready to charge him again. It leaped, Geeron drew the gun. A shot echoed through the woods. "Bah i didn't even ask him which ear to cut off....". He cut off both of the werewolves ears and proceeded towards the town, he was hoping he wouldn't run into Fendora again, this time he'd have to kill her.

OOC: Try not to rp with other people's characters, like say when you said she landed square on his back and they bowled over, you should've just said she leapt at him, after all he is an older vampire and he probably would've heard her :D, and i don't think it's the best idea to engage in a fight now, for several reasons:
1- Again, my vampire is much older and a professional vampire hunter which would make him stronger, now i don't wanna godmod but that's only logical
2- it's early in the rp, how can we dungeoncrawl together if you're tryin' to kill me :D
3- We're the only vampires around, there's gonna be enough people trying to kill us as it is.
no offence meant :thumbs_up:

[SoLmaster]

OOC: Well don't go deeper into the forest but when you see paths marked with flags with crossed swords, your safe. The red swords are the ones you should be fearing, those are the areas around the entrance to Dargmar or the dark elf cities of the underground.

[mato2]

OOC: I really don't think there's anything i should fear in the forests :D

[SoLmaster]

OOC: Oh really now, does your vampire love the places that where magics rare deppest. Where monsters of the past still linger. Where Dark magic kills anything that moves. Yes there would be items that would make soul blades have powers of legend. Huntico Relikem knows this and will go to the distance to keep the weak out of these places. Try to fight daemons of the eldar times, more anceint and powerful then your vampire.
Whoa Got a little carried there. Well that why he should fear those places.

[mato2]

OOC: My point was, if ya can't beat 'em, flee. And i think i can outrun an ancient demon :D
Who the hell is huntico?

[Dragonson]

OOC: Okay! TIme to fix stuff.
First of all: SoL.
Okay, that would work. Your char could be a Dark Elf.
Now do know: If the Dark Elves built cities underground near Blacwind Mountains, they, would, die.
I will not tell you why yet, but just know that there are NO Dark Elf cities anywhere near Blackwind.

@Mato2 i thought about your request for A Dual-Soulblade, and in the end i thought "No". I will not just give you one right away. You will have to gain it through game >:) (Yes, your soulblade changes through game.)

Good job Rping everyone! Do remember the Quotation Marks though (").
Now... Let's set up the dungeon crawl shall we...

IC:
Dawn.
The sun shone down upon the black mountains, and the inhabitants of FarTalon had survived another night.
In the middle of the Town Square, on the great bulletin board, a very official looking scroll had been set up:
Heroes of Rafia!
Melman Towershield, Judge of The Black Tower and Lord of Drakescale Lake,
sends out his request for brave adventurers looking for glory!
The Mithral mine near fort FarTalon has been infested with a ghastly pressence from within,
and all miners and other people residing there are reported dead.
Any group of adventurers that can bring proof of having slain this ghastly pressence to General Avez in Fort FarTalon will be rewarded handsomely!
-The Drakescale Court

[mato2]

Geeron saw the scroll. "This could be fun" he thought to himself. But he knew that he would need a group of companions, he headed to the inn, maybe he would find that orc, and that sinister looking dwarf.

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: wel accually, older does net neccicerly mean better. Also Fendora is the daughter of an EXTREMELY powerful vampire so she is much more powerful than most. also, you said that you char did severa; things that YOU said mine could not, so if you could not do that, it would be fine. so if you could not just blow of my char that would be good.

Accually, i was thinking of RP-ing as Taiion again....

I want a new char, lets say fendora left or ran away.

Name: Lord Taiion Methuselah Lucifer
Race:(Special) Half Elf Half Vampire.
Class:Necromancer
Age: Unknown, although he is a hundered thousand years old at least.
Gender: Male
Description: Taiion was a great and powerful half vampire. He has mighty wings and wields great magics. After he came to this world he found that most of his powers had vanished, so he will have to slowly bring them back. He is the land he came from, was a wise and pwoerful hero. he does not feed on blood anymore. and is ammune to the sick urgings of his race. (he usually uses a great black staff with an emeral blade on the top like a ningata)

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: wel accually, older does net neccicerly mean better. Also Fendora is the daughter of an EXTREMELY powerful vampire so she is much more powerful than most.


OOC: That sounds just a bit like making your character uber-powerful... remember the unwritten RP rules!

After trying to make idle chat with the drunk dwarf sitting next to him, Mourg decided to call the barkeep over. After ordering a drink, he asked; "Do you know of any Adventurer's guilds, or perhaps a mercenary camp where a fighter could earn some coin?"
"Well, I don't know about guilds or anything similar. This place is mostly run by small groups of adventurers," the barkeep replied. "I'd suggest getting a group together and keeping you eyes peeled for notices. As a matter of fact, I've heard rumors that the mithral mine near here was overrun by the plague; I expect that Melman Towershield himself will be looking for someone to clear that up for him."
"Thank you," Mourg replied, ordering another drink. But after a bit of thought, he realized that getting drunk on the first day at an inn would be unwise, because he still needed to get a room for the night. He offered his drink to the dwarf next to him, instead.

[The World Is Flat]

OOOC: lol no i am not, she is nly the daughter but i am accually going to play as that vamp but make it so he lost most of his powers.

[mato2]

OOC: rawrz i now haz rival vampire :O, oh but isn't millions of years a bit over the top?
IC:
Geeron walked in the Inn, and saw the orc talking to the barkeep, he approached him after he had ordered his drink, " I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with the barkeep," he said " i thought maybe you'd come with me to the mine.. By the way, my name is Geeron, and your's is?"

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: well i'm just playing him how he was he is extrmely old... but he did loose most of his powers when he came to rafia so its a trade off... i will rp a bit while i wait for my soulblade.

Suddenly, a figure in a dark robe entered the bar. He walked over to the bar and sat down next to geeron and said in a silky smoooth voice. "I'll take the strongest thing you have."

[mato2]

OOC: I realise his old, but millions of years is waaaay too old, you could've said over a thousand years or something, that would be very old but on an acceptable level, millions is a hell of a lot, considering the human race is considered to have started about 50 thousand years ago.

IC:
Geeron was interrupted by the aura of a very powerful vampire, he walked in and sat right next to him. " Where the hell did he come from..." he thought to himself, though on a second look it seemed most of the vampire's powers had faded.

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: i am just being accurate to his history, but ok i will make this at an earlier period in time.... and by powers i meant magical necromancer powers, he is stil a strang vampire.

Taiion turned to stare at geeron. "Good morning half-elf." he said in his strange, ancinet, but still young sounding voice.

[mato2]

"I hope it is." Geeron responded.

OOC: Can i kill fendora?

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: no, i may want to use her later in this RP with dragonson's permission ofc.

"You are Troubled my young friend." Taiion shifted ever so slightly. feeling this halfling's smell his movements his beathing, he could tell he was very shure of himself. Tell me your name and i will tell you mine." He spoke quietly. his Firewhiskey arrived.

[mato2]

My name is Geeron, and what might yours be?" He replied slyly, not even blinking, the strange encounter got his hair on end, but he didn't show it. He never did.

[The World Is Flat]

"hahahahah...." Taiion chucked softly. "I, my friend, am Lord Taiion." He revealed his face from under the shadow of the hood for the first time. He was pale. he had long black hair that seemed to shimmer. he had pure red eyes that seemed to glow. there were no puples or whites. it was like looking into the face of time itself.

OOC: i have to go soon for most of the rest of the day...

[mato2]

OOC: How do we start the dungeon?

[Dragonson]

OOC: You get a group and write your name on the official looking scroll.
A FarTalon official will then find and brief you.
Taiion Approved.
Soulblade:
Soulsplitter.
Soulsplitter is a so called "Psychic Blade".
It has no hilt, and is hovering around it's owner, it's movement controlled by his mind.
It is pitch black, with some green-ish runes that glow when they make contact with blood.
The blade itself has the size of a normal longsword.

[Crazy Cow]

Thad Dwarf must be really drunk, Mourg thought to himself. The Dwarf didn't even notice his offer. Or perhaps he is extremely racist, not unheard of amongst Dwarves. Either way, he had to drink his beverage or risk offending the barkeep, so he settled down. At that moment, as if he had been waiting, the other vampire appeared; the one with Fendora. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation," the vampire said to him. "Would you like to join me in taking back the mine? I, by the way, am Geeron. Who, may I ask, are you?"
"Mourg of Auchin'Zul, a necromancer. I'm assuming the other one, Fendora, is with you?" But his response was lost on the newcomer, as another vampire came and sat down next to him, demanding his full attention. Mourg realized they had both ordered drinks. Now would be an excellent opportunity; to both get on thier good side with a mask of friendship, and observe the affects of strong drink on the undead.
"Would you like another drink?" he asked. "It's on me."

OOC
Iv'e fallen a bit behind on events... last I read, Geeron was with Fendora in the forest, hunting down people, and then you were talking about ancient demons and Dark Elves, and now we are back on track, all sitting in the bar. What is the status of Fendora right now, and what was that about demons with SoL?

[Fussiler1]

OOC: W00t.

Niahcluc sighed and enjoyed a beer after his trip. Damn, that vampire had scared the shit out of him. As he took a sip his eyes scanned the Inn. Everyone was laughing, drinking or just being drunk. Suddenly he noticed one black-robed man talking with someone. He had put his beer down and examined the two, his curiosity awaken by the black robe.

[mato2]

Geeron got tired of the charades, he got up on the and yelled to the tavern
" I'm taking back the mines, who's coming?!"
He gave the orc and the vampire a significant look... he had also noticed the human examining him, "he might be willing to come too" he thought.

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion sudedenly got up, downed his firewhiskey and walked outside. he signed the scroll, walked back in, andsaid to geeron without sitting; "come lets see what your made of scum." He indicated the scroll outside. Thehe reached over the bar, grabbed the whiskey bottle and drank the whole thing in one gulp. then left a small stack of coinson the counter and walked outside.

[Fussiler1]

''Eh.. sure?'' Niahcluc answered nonchalant. He had drawn his blade, a rather foolish move, as everyone prepared to fight. He quickly put it back and nodded to Geeron.

[mato2]

Geeron signed the scroll, followed by a mob of people from the tavern, they all looked worthless except for a select few.

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: Shouldn't we wait for Jsprat before we start? Yes, he isn't posting very often, but he is still in the RP.

There was quite a bit of cheering, arguing and scuffles going on after the vampire's announcement. He bet that most of them wouldn't be able to get on the list because most of them couldn't write, but he still figured that he would sign on early before there wasn't any more room. He signed off his name on the scroll outside, amongst the six names already there, and returned to the inn. Hunting down the barkeep, he rented out a room and went upstairs to get a bit of sleep before heading off to the mine.

[Fussiler1]

Niahcluc pushed himself through the mass and kept most people away from it. He thought hard how he had to write, and slowly ''NIAHCLUC'' came on the paper. Then he got pushed down by the mass.

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: Looks like we will have plenty of cannon fodder for our raid.

[Fussiler1]

OOC: :p

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion nelt down in the middle of the vilage square, cross legged, with his hands up as if he was praying. his head was down, and as the moon flared overhead that night, taiion began to float. he hovered in his cross legged position and sat there. his soulblade flitting around him. an aura of red surrounded him. When he came to this land his powers had let him. and each night, he focused his energys. they slowly began to return. He noticed sombody watching him in the shadows...

[Dragonson]

OOC: also people, know that i am very generous with power and such. So the less power and the better rp your charecter starts with, the more power he will have later on a general basis.

[Jsprat100]

This moves very fast...

Brandan kept drinking untill midnight, thinking things over. It turned out that human was a werewolf, as he slowly became more jittery until he finally smashed the tankard that he was sipping and ran just a few minutes before midnight in a cold sweat. Most of the jovial working folkes had gone and the dark, shadey types moved in. A dark elf wearing a feadora started a poker game with another dwarf. When the dwarf couldn't pay up, the dark elf set him on fire. But he didn't use a card trick or chant, he did it like a gentleman, he turned his lantern right up and threw it at the dwarf. Despite his worry about his fellow man, Brandan admired how the punishment was taken out.

The dark elf was a rouge. Brandan could tell because of his hands. They didn't have the hard skin gained from gripping a sword, nor the magical residue of a wand. They had a feathered touch on his glass.

More and more people came in as darkness fell. Mostly necromancers who practised the black magics when they were most unstable and powerful. There was a merchant too, selling numerous dark items, including something that caught Brandan's eye. It was a tiny little vial full of strange black liquid with 'drakestail' written on it. Brandan had heard, and even once fought, a black drake. Evil creatures, killed for fun, drakestail was supposedly a bad luck charm, though Brandan was left spectical. Brandan bought it for its secondary purpose - it helps ferment a powerfully bitter stout.

Brandan fell asleep at the bar, it was a free welcoming place, no one cared. He awoke later on. He decided he had better go on that mithril raid. He put the drakestail in his pouch and took his soulblade, ready to meet the others for the war on the plague.

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg woke right about sunrise. Getting up out of bed, he preformed his morning duties then walked down to the bar. It was already filling up, and Mourg decided to get something to eat before the mine raid. The Dwarf was in the same place as last night; either he liked that spot or he fell asleep there, he didn't know. Mourg sat down next to him and ordered a simple breakfast of eggs and bacon. Chewing through it as fast as possible, he walked outside to see a crowd of about twenty people gathered about the signpost, presumably waiting for Towershield's brief. Mourg joined the crowd, scanning for any familiar faces.

OOC: I think I'm on a diffrent time zone than everyone else. It is currently 3:20 for me, one hour behind the Hive's time. This might be a slight problem, so I think we should know what time everyone is on so we know when to expect posts from them.

[Fussiler1]

''Damn..'' he murmured, awakening at the bar. After he had been trampled he had managed to get away and go to the inn, where he almost drank himself to uncosciousness. He stretched his arms and yawned.
''Eh, you got some bread?'' he asked the Innkeeper.

OOC: 21:27 here.

[Jsprat100]

"Ya can't handle your drink very well, can ya lad?" chuckled Brandan as he lept onto the bar stool next to the dazed warrior. He took out a cigar, lit it, and puffed a ring of smoke into the air. "So are you doing the mithril raid tonight?"

"Put that cigar out!" yelled the barman.

"No, I think I will keep it lit" said Brandan, forcing three golden pieces into the barmans hands, "Now give this fellow some bread"

[SoLmaster]

OOC: you forgot my soul blade. May I have a bow version? Just one that does not need arrows.

IC: Huntico left the forest, his home, to walk into the fort. He read the paper. "Heroes of Rafia. Melman Towershield, Judge of The Black Tower and Lord of Drakescale Lake, sends out his request for brave adventurers looking for glory. The Mithral mine near fort FarTalon has been infested with a ghastly pressence from within, and all miners and other people residing there are reported dead. Any group of adventurers that can bring proof of having slain this ghastly pressence to General Avez in Fort FarTalon will be rewarded handsomely.
-The Drakescale Court."
People gave him looks and ran. He head into the pub where eyes sat upon him. He took a seat at the bar. "One shot of your best rum and a wine bottle. I head into the dark mines with the party."
The bartender game him the small cup with rum in it and the wine that the fort brewed. They had a bargain he hunted for them and they gave him what he needed. Huntico whistled and a wolf came to the door with 2 slain deers on his back. The wolf back out and the others got the deer with happy hearts. They got out and started they usual skin and give.

[mato2]

OOC: I'm not sure i understand your post sol >.>

IC:
It was a brand new day, the smell of the night was still in the streets, he got up and stretched his legs, he wasn't very fond of sunlight, he observed the crowd in the street from his window. He would get down when the briefing started.

OOC: Look i'm thinking we can all use the crowd in the first dungeon, and kill them off until only our characters remain :D

[SoLmaster]

Huntico left the bar to move through the crowd to the paper. He drank his wine.

[mato2]

OOC: No one will respond to you, are you even reading our posts we're waiting for the briefing by dragonson >.>
EDIT: Dragonson, you don't seem to post too often, maybe we should agree on a time when to do the dungeon crawl, cause otherwise it might turn out a bit hectic with everyone not knowing where everyone else is >.>

[SoLmaster]

OOC: Yes that a joke, he and me are funny people.

[mato2]

OOC: What are you talking about? >.> Bah, nvm we're getting way off topic.

[SoLmaster]

OOC: yes we did, but someone (evil persona) is going to die when the last are bender comes out.

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: A few posts ago I asked about everyone's relative times so we could fugure out when who would be posting when. I am one hour behind Hive's time (11:00 for me when Hive says 12:00) and Fussiler is 17 hours ahead of the Hive (Hive says 12:00, Fussiler is at 5:00)(correct me if I'm wrong, I'm not sure if I did that right...) So, just mention what time it is on your next post so we can figure out what your schedule is. If you have a specific time you get on every day, post that too. You are right, mato: once we know everyone's time schedule, we can work out a time that fits everyone.
At the moment, we are waiting for Dragonson (In-game he will be Melman Towershield) to give us our briefing on the raid, so we simply sit and wait.

IC:
The crowd had grown to about two dozen people. Mourg looked around for familiar faces, seeing only the vampire from last night. Examining those around him, he didn't think many of them would last long against whatever undead creatures awaited them at the mines. However, they probably thought the same about him, so he privatly decided to walk a tad bit slower than the others to let them get thier kicks in first, and take the first kicks themselves.

[Fussiler1]

Niahcluc grinned to the dwarf and nodded gratefully.
''Nah. This is just some strong stuff from my country.''
''And yes, I am going to participate. Hey, I'm not a very good warrior, but it's a chance, no?''
After he ate his bread he asked the dwarf:
''Anyways, coming outside?''

[Dragonson]

OOC: Yes, i do not post as often as the rest of you.
Know why? HIVE RP HAS A INSANE PACE OF SPEED!
And that, i am having a hard time keeping up with when having a fever, coughing my throat into oblivion and i am also having a killer headache.
My post rate will increase miracously when i'm feeling better.
Now... SoL.
NO! You cannot have a Bow SoulBLADE! :(
I'm sorry i forgot to generate you one, and i will do so soon. But right now i'm feeling like utter crap. I will be back in min 3 hours max 6 hours. Then the crawl will begin. (also i already have a plan for getting rid of the crowd.)

[Fussiler1]

OOC: I agree that Hive RP goes tremendously fast.

[mato2]

OOC: AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT DOESN'T UNDERSTAND SOL?
OOC: yes we did, but someone (evil persona) is going to die when the last are bender comes out.
Seriously, wth?

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: i don't think you are the only one who unerstands him, his RP ing is very confusing.
I am in GMT -5:00.

[mato2]

Basically any time will work for me, for i have no sleeping pattern and i'm on winter break from school

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: well lets hope to get RP-ing again.

[mato2]

Geeron got tired of his room quickly enough, he decided to get outside, he wondered when Towershield would come. he wasn't feeling very patient today.

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion landed gracefull and stood, staring around in the middle of the courtyard. wondering why he decided to come to rafia. He had a might kingdom in his old lands. Why would i want to leave my kingdom? he thought desperatly, even though he already had an awnser. POWER. he groaned. Wondering how he was going to find power in a place that took his away. then he realized somthing. His powers from the old lands were not compatible here. They had no effect. therefore he would have to re-learn his powers for this land. He would build anther kingdom here, he would be powerful in both realms, not just one! he grinned to himself. then he felt some kind of resonance. Geeron was awake. Taiion smiled and decied to find out more about this elf. The only way to see somone's true self is to battle them. Taiion thought to himself. And that is exactly what i will do. And perhapse angering him will do the trick. He smiled again. A plot already forming...

[mato2]

OOC: A tad aggressive? :O

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: he is strange that way, but don't worry, he wont be like this the whole rp. :)

As soon as geeron exited the Inn Taiion strode up to him, his psyhic sword flitting for side to side. Changing his plan. he send the sword flying thorugh the air about five feet to land at geerons feet. then it lifted up cutting a small nick on the tip of geeron's nose. He laughed. the sword returning to him. He crouched, ready for combat. Snarling.

[mato2]

Geeron had enough of this, he drew his soulblade and charged Taiion, but when he got close enough he slid to the side drawing his pistol and firing a round at the elder vampire.

OOC: OOO COMBAT ! :D
Oh, and when i fight with other rpers i usually end my post at say "He swung at him" so the other rper can react as he wishes, he can take the blow, dodge it, deflect it and so on. It's better than going "He swung at him and crushed his skull" lulz, but i also expect the other rpers to do the same and to be realistic. just a heads up :D

[Crazy Cow]

The two vampires from thre night before were fighting each other out in the open street. Wether it was the excitement of the upcoming raid or a rivalry between the two, Mourg didn't care; thier fight was already spreading to others in the area who had grudges with one another. Fighting broke out on all sides, with groups of three or four individuals hacking away at one another.
'So much for cannon fodder,' Mourg thought as some burly warrior who apparently didn't like Orcs took a swing at him with his long soulblade. Dodging to the side, Mourg drew his own blade and prepared to fight.

OOC: I won't be here to RP for the next few hours, but I will get back on when it's possible and begin the RP again. Sorry for the inconvineince.

[Dragonson]

"STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY!"
The sound roared through Fort FarTalon, and everybody, even if they were not fighting, stopped what they were doing.
In the middle of the Town Square, stood a man in full plate armour.
He had a red tabard with a black tower on it, and in his right hand a flaming longsword, apparently his soulblade, rested.
"Who dares, to fight in my city?"

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion brought his soulblade up in an ar so fast it appered to come out of nowhere. The sword cut the bullet in two and the two peices hurld past him, one grazing him on the cheek. Taiion laughed and started an agressive attack, swinging this way and that attacking so qucikly that his soulblade appeared to be in two places at once, although Taiion was a few feet back from Gerron and the soulblade, the was almost immoblized with extreme concetration.

OOC COMBAT!! Finally... and i agree, notice i don't say i hit you at all, but i sorta intended for my actions to take like 30+ seconds.


and just so were the same on lore, vampires don't bleed (half ones do) halfs arent hurt by the sun, they are extrmely quck, strong, can sese space and air around them and... well thats about it :) Halfs are my creation so if you want to know somthing about them lemme know :)


EDIT: LOL OOPSE! LETS SAY MY POST HAPPENED BEFORE DRAGONSONS. Because he finished typing before i did.

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: I'm back, and will be free to RP the rest of the day.

The warrior's life was saved by the call. After the warrior's swing, Mourg lunged in to his exposed belly, only to meet his opponent's fist. Knocked back by the blow, Mourg barely parried a blow to the head and made his own slice at his target's belly. The warrior, however, grabbed Mourg's hand at the wrist, and thinking him immobilized stabbed at his neck. Twisting his arm brhind his back and pulling away, Mourg brought his other fist spinning around to smash into his opponent's temple. Stunned and on the ground, the warrior would have died if not for Towershield's call. Halting the finishing strike, Mourg instead turned to face the impressive man standing in the middle of the now-halted chaos.

OOC: Well, combat is always fun, especially after the storytelling and character interaction we just went through.
I am imagining my Soulblade as a short-sword, with a blade about as long as my OOC forearm. Is this right, or is it smaller, like a dagger?
Looks like we are simply waiting for Jsprat to log in before we begin the raid.

[SoLmaster]

OOC: The past will catch you, flat. Helmdal will return now. Dragonson please do a quick soul blade.

[Jsprat100]

I am logged in

Brandan stood about. Something told him this was the thing to do. Nothing else to do but wait for the plot to advance. A dwarfs life had the occasional boring segments. No worries there.

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: Alright, now it's up to Dragonson. But he's sick right now, so I am more than willing to wait a bit until he feels he can do the brief.

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: unless your like 7'2'' tall a dagger is about the lenght of your forearm, a long-ish dagger. a short sowrd is about from your shoulder to your wrist, a bit less. and a longsword is your ar lendth and a half. :) I swordfight IRL.

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: Ok, I'm hardly an expert on mideval weaponry. Thank you.

[Dragonson]

OOC: The person yelling at you is NOT Melman Towershield.
Towershield has way too important stuff to attend to. :P
@SoL
I'm abit confused... wich charecter is it you want a soulblade for? And on wich page did you post him?
Anyways...

IC:
"So? WHAT SAY YOU?".
The man stared down at the silent masses.
"I am Nall Towershield. Son of Duke Armogeden. I am here to brief the Brave group of adventurers who wish to retake the Mithral Mine. Those who wish to set themselves up against a spectral pressence able to slay seasoned warriors in the blink of an eye. What say you?"

[SoLmaster]

OOC: But it slower then a gladus. I prefer dual short swords or axes because they are faster then any sword or shield. You have a long sword.

Edit: Huntico first page.

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg called out admidst the silent warriors, "I am ready!" Others took strength from his call and began shouting thier readiness.

[SoLmaster]

"Your lord wishes this place cleared so be it." Huntico lifted his wine in the air and dump it on the ground. "You need a guide any way. The forest has new friends that will attack us." He was ready to face the undead once more.

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: ummm, SoL? What are you doing?

Taiion halted and walked over to the man, Kneeling in front of him, he blade following. he said quietly: "I pledge my blade to this quest."

[SoLmaster]

OOC: He lives in the forest. He knows the way around the place.

IC: Huntico saw this act as an honorable way of fealty. He knew this band of warriors would have the power to fight the evils of the undead. "Sir, what's your name." He asked taiion with honor in his voice.

[mato2]

OOC: Ok, i'm sorry but SoL you have to stop assuming freaking command >.>
for sake's sake...
The World is flat, weren't we in the middle of a fight ? :O Meh, no harm no foul :D

Ic: Teeron approached the man, he took a quick bow and said, " I believe that we are ready for the mines. Will you be joining us?"

[Fussiler1]

''Hey! Don't forget me!'' he shouted as he quickly joined the crowd. He quickly checked all his stuff and then grinned.

[Jsprat100]

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do it" mumbled Brandan, "Whats the reward? I don't do 'charity'"

[mato2]

OOC: Dragonson, if you're sick/ having trouble posting, i could fill in for you, or anyone else for that matter, you just need to give someone a quick brief of what to do if you can't post for a while, just sayin'.

[Dragonson]

OOC: Yeah, that might be needed at some point.
I'm feeling better now, but i still have to go through some tests since we aren't really sure what the hell i am suffering from.

IC:
"Okay then, it seems that i am in the right place after all. Wery well then."
Nall looked out on the people standing infront of him.
"What you will be fighting, is a Black Spectre.*"
Some people in the crowd begun mumbling. Finally one said "Aren't the Black Spectre's a group of assassins that protect the Black Tower?"
Nall nodded.
"They are, but this one has gone rogue."


*Black Spectre's are a group of people (or assassins) that try to merge wit their soulblade, becoming one with it.
They think that having one soul instead of two will make them stronger.
After alot of experimentation they found out a way to do it. But ofcourse, not without side effects.
Firstly, you become more or less a Spectre, since loosing your soulblade practically means that you're dead.
So most Black Spectre's are pretty ghostly.
Secondly, your mind exists 50% on the chaotic plane.
(Explanation on the chaotic plane comes later)

OOC EDIT:
Huntico Approved.
Soublade:
The Barkfin Harpoon
The Barkfin Harpoon is a large throwing spear with a barbed spearhead.
It is a cruel weapon, and if it hits (wich it usually does) it does large amounts of damage.

Now SoL, before you get too much into playing: Think.
Before you post, put yourself in the shoes of those you RP with. Think about how your post will look to them.
Think

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion stood. Staring Nall in the face. "This, man, creature, how do we kill it my leige, and what are the rewards. He was hunched over in the back of the group, looking and sounding very mysterious and dark The only thing they could see from under the billowing cloak and black armor he wore was two red eyes, that seemed to glow and burn. He looked extrmely evil, when you count the fact that he had a black blade floating next to him in the air.

[Crazy Cow]

"I don't believe simply stabbing this thing will work," Mourg added. "And if we need to enter this 'Chaotic Plane' to kill it, I'm afraid you won't have many volonteers left."

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: But he didnt say that stiff did he it was OOC or in parenthesis. Abotu the chaotic plane and whutot...

[Crazy Cow]

Firstly, you become more or less a Spectre, since loosing your soulblade practically means that you're dead.
So most Black Spectre's are pretty ghostly.
Secondly, your mind exists 50% on the chaotic plane.
(Explanation on the chaotic plane comes later)


OOC: Dragonson did mention the Chaotic Plane IC. Glad to know your'e feeling better!

[SoLmaster]

OOC: Oh well, If Huntico die, Helmdal will come.

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: what are you talking about SoL?

Taiion nodded in agreement. "So what do you prepose good sir he said, still appearing to be some sort of being of extreme evil wit his dark shadowy appearance and his burning red eyes.

[SoLmaster]

OOC: You know Helmdal, the immortal fight that got killed by you. Well, Helmdal will be my second character.

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: oh yeah, well umm it you get a second one i guess....

[Dragonson]

"You kill a Black Spectre by cutting his soulblade out of his body."
Silence.
"A Black Spectre's soulblade merges with his heart. They become one. To kill a black Spectre you must cut out his heart and destroy it."
More silence.
"If you destroy a Black Spectre's body before you destroy his heart, his heart will work like a Phylactery and regenerate him within ten seconds."
Dead silence.
"And no,"
Void silence.
"You CANNOT destroy his body and his heart in the same strike. It is for some reason impossible."
Mumbling.
"As for the reward..."
General talking crowd sounds.
"anyone who can bring proof of having slain the Black Spectre will be awarded a peice of armour or weaponry from FarTalon's treasure vault."
Exitement.
"...And one thousand gold pieces."
Cheers.

[The World Is Flat]

Taiiion stood up, he smiled feindishly and then began to walk towards the mine, his black cloak swaying.

[Dragonson]

As Taiion arrived at the mine he were met by a massive silver gate.
"We couldnt have anything getting out, you know."
Nall were standing right behind him. Apparently he had snuck up on him, in plate armour.

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion laughed, and spoke solemly. "Well how do i get in my Leige?" He had felt Nall earlier, but was still suprised at his ability to sneak up undetected.

[Dragonson]

"It's simple. When you are ready to go, i will let you in along with the rest of the people. Then i lock the door until i sense that the Rogue Spectre has been slain."

[The World Is Flat]

"Fine then" Taiino smirked, never really revealing his face. the two red eyes stared furiously into Nall's skull. Taiion sat down, and resumed his floating crosslegged position.

OOC: feeling better mate?

[Dragonson]

OOC: ALot :) Thanks for asking.
The thing is that we don't know what it is i'm suffering from, so right now theire researching abit into it.
They don't know if it's contagious, they don't know if it can be fatal or not, they don't know what the hell it is. They just know that i've got it. And THAT sucks. :(

[Fussiler1]

He grinned.
He would simply use the crowd as meatshield and he would cut out the heart of a Spectre and pierce it.
Or not?
Couldn't be that hard.

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg pushed through to the front of the crowd to Towershield.
"I am ready," he said, "And I believe most of those here are, too. Who's ready to face the big bad ghost?" he roared, met by a returning roar from the two dozen adventurers around him. Mourg prepared to rush in, although slightly slower than his fellow adventurers. After all, one thousand gold was worth considerably less if you were dead.

[Dragonson]

"Hmm... Okay."
Nall took up a key from his pocket.
"The gate will now be open for ten minutes."
As the gate opened, a manic laughter could be heard from within the mine.
I send you my greetings from the otherworld, mortals. I send you my greetings from the chaotic plane. I send you my greetings from death. And i beckon you closer...
Nall looked at the masses.
"This is LAST CHANCE to turn back."

OOC: any player not able to come on before tomorrow will just be assumed in the mine.

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: Alright, I'll wait for a post from everyone before I begin my attack. So, everyone get up here and start RPing!

Dragonson, do you mind avoiding using black text? I can barely read it against the background.

[Jsprat100]

Some adventurers were cowardly and walked off. Only a few dared enter the madman's den. Brandan entered the mine with haste, he did have an advantage - most mines were run by dwarves, the dwarves would have tunnels that invaders would have to crawl through whilst they could walk. Soulblade in hand, he rushed into the darkness.

His knowledge would see him through. For instance, he knew that the spectre wouldn't hide or run. He would pick of the weak from the shadows and mentally break down the strong. The Spectres call from before was intended to scare, and Brandan knew what those with weak minds did when scared. Mages can't cast spells without focus, Warriors let their guard down, Rouges lose their keen eye - fear does bad things to good people.

Brandan could only hope that the Spectre dies, if he kills him or not. Weaker adventurers might get captivated by the Spectres power and try to bond with their soulblade. That would be dreadful. Brandan admired the manipulative power of the Spectre, he had chased off half of the raid in one sentance.

Brandan seperated his soulblade into Bash and Break. Speed was his advantage, he wouldn't lose it to a two handed axe. No matter what, danger was coming.

[Dragonson]

OOC: OKay, i will avoid black text.
Now... begins the dungeon crawl.

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion laughed and walked inside, when he entered the shadows, it looked liek he wasnt there. the only sign of him were the two glowing re eyes. He kept near mourg although the orc was not aware of his presence.

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg decided to enter the center of the cavern, and wait there. Listening for the tell-tale screams that would come from the Spectre's victims, Mourg readied his soulblade and waited.
He didn't need to wait long; the first scream came from a foolish fighter who had run to the end of the cavern. He wasn't alone; there was some kind of dark shadow next to him, doing something. While the poor quality of the light prevented Mourg from seeing exactly what was going on, he was glad he couldn't, as the screams indicated it wasn't pleasant. After a moment of hesitation, Mourg decided to try his spell to see how well it worked on something with more mind than a zombie. Making his brief chant and signs, Mourg threw it at the spirit just before the screams turned into the gurgles of a man near death.

OOC: For those of you who don't remember, this spell clouds the mind of an undead being, causing it to forget about my presence, and perhaps that of others, for a short time. More powerful undead creatures who have at least some semblance of a mind, however, can resist it, so it's up to Dragonson if the spell works or not.

[SoLmaster]

Huntico entered to watch this amusing display. His spear ready to provide some protection. He moved past the zombie party and saw even more zombies. "Flare" Fire was shot at the zombies. The zombies were burning towards him. He moved away to release flaming zombies that will die over time. "Just move out of the way. the fire would take care of them."

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: SoL, there are no zombies, just the creepy spectre dude. And aren't you a ranger, not a mage? I don't think rangers are able to throw fireballs.

[SoLmaster]

OOC: Ranger use nature magic, what thought there be zombies or undead warriors. Not even the weakest villains goes without minions.

[mato2]

Geeron had no trouble seeing in the dark, if anything it aided him. He was just a dark silhouette, blending with the dark, only his eyes gave off a faint glow....

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg assumed that his spell hadn't done anything, as the Shade dropped the dead man's corpse and turned to the shadows. Mourg realized that they were doomed if they sat like this; the creature was a master of shadows and would pick them off one by one. Only by confronting it would they win. Taking a deep breath, Mourg let out a roar and charged the spectre. It turned around, apparently startled that someone would face it.

OOC: Alright, let's stop dancing circles and start fighting.

[SoLmaster]

Huntico took this as an opportunity for an attack. He moved through the darkness, he ready to attack when the shade attacked. The others were the best for him to take good shots. This was to easy, unless he defeated this group, he thought.

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg took a slash at the spectre, aiming for what used to be a head. A clawed hand deflected his blow, and another darted in for his belly. Remembering the screams of the shade's first victim, Mourg sucked in his belly and struck down on the grasping limb with his soulblade. While no visible damage was dealt, the shade darted back to the shadows with a screech. Mourg retreated to the center of the cavern with the group of heroes who had gone there.

OOC: We should wait for the others to join in; we're leaving them behind. I'm headed for bed anyway.

[SoLmaster]

OCC:CYA

IC: Huntico took this chance and nailed the shade to the ground. This was cause by the spear shot to the head. "Where is your master, shade."
"Die mortal, I will never tell you."
"Oh yes you will." He took the spear out and ran to the circle. This movement was followed by shadow darts.

[Dragonson]

OOC: SoL, rangers DO NOT use magic. Atleast not by default.
You have to learn it first.

IC:
Suddenly the room they were standing in were all silent.
Infront of them were two doors. One marked with a moon, one with a sun.

OOC: If/when you open a door, do not do anything in the new room until i've described it's looks and told you what's in there. From now on, I (and not you.) play the monsters, alright? :P (This is to maintain order. A thing which i constantly cling to...)

[mato2]

"It seems to have ran away..", said Geeron. This was suspicious. "I say we open the door marked with a moon."

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: Makes much more sense for you to control monsters, Dragonson. I was simply waiting for others to show up. Is it allowed for us to control our fellow adventurers (the NPC's), or is that your task, too?

The Shade had fled, and apparently wasn't in the room. Now that the threat of evil was gone, at least temporarily, Mourg took the chance to examine the room more carfully. The only remarkable feature was two doors on the far side of the room, one marked with a sun and the other a moon.
"I say the door with the Sun on it," Mourg replied to the vampire. "The symbols could mean nothing, but this Shade is a creature of darkness, and if there is light in that Sun room we would have an advantage over it."

OOC: What happens when a door is opened? Is it possible to open both at the same time, or do we need to agree on which door to open?

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion laughed, and spoke "yes, but i am a creature of darkness! I too say we should go through the moon door. If the sybols really mean anything, of which i am doubting. Janus is before us" He ended crypticly, walking toward the doors.

[Dragonson]

OOC:OOC: Makes much more sense for you to control monsters, Dragonson. I was simply waiting for others to show up. Is it allowed for us to control our fellow adventurers (the NPC's), or is that your task, too?

I would prefer to controll the NPC's myself yes :) Glad you agree.

OOC: What happens when a door is opened? Is it possible to open both at the same time, or do we need to agree on which door to open?

Did you just ask that? :P
The DM doesen't tell what effect the trap has before it's been triggered.
And hey, if one of you decides not to be a team player, that's how it is :P
This is RP! And good RP is rewarded!

[Crazy Cow]

"We need to stay together," Mourg called out to the vampire. "A single adventurer won't be able to handle this thing." Thinking for a moment, Mourg added, "I shall open the Sun door, and you can open the Moon door. If one of us is in trouble, they are right next to each other, so help will be a few steps away." Walking up to the Sun door, Mourg called out, "Are you in agreement?"

[Fussiler1]

''Aye, fair enough!'' he said as he unsheated his blade.
''I'll slay any Spectre that comes on my way..

[Dragonson]

As Niachluc finished that sentance, something black flew from the walls, cannonned into him, and left a small wound across his chest. Cursing, (i know that this is god Emoting, bu i'm the DM damnit!) Niachluc noticed that the wound swiftly healed by itself, but let a ill-lookin black scar.

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg threw open the Sun door. Turning around in response to the yell, he saw the black shadow as it clawed Niachluc, and watched as it darted back to the shadows. Forgetting about the open door, Mourg yelled, "It's still in here!"

[Jsprat100]

Brandan was still fairly lost in the darkness. Well, lost wasn't the word, he knew where the exit was, just not where everywhere else was. He knew that if he made a high pitched noise, the mithril crystals will respond with vibrations. He memorised the exposed crystals locations, so he could find his way.

Suddenly he found his way to two doors. One had the sun, the other the moon. Dwarves origionally thought the ancients controlled the sun, which was a symbol of destruction and loss, and the moon, which was a symbol of the end and beasts. He also noticed that the sun door was open, and feint sounds of swordplay were heard from inside.

Brandan rushed in blindly, Bash and Break in his hands.

[Dragonson]

The shadow noticed brandon, and rushed towards him.
But as it neared the sun door it dissolved with a scream, and a suddenly the sun begun shining.
It was a white light, looking ver holy.
And throuhgout the mines, a loud voice were heard that shaked the cave walls:
ONE.

[Crazy Cow]

The shadow flew right by Mourg. His reflex swing completely missed it, but as it neared the Sun door it exploded with a wailing screech. The Sun on the door was glowing with a white light, apparently a ward or trap set against creatures like it.

OOC: Did the Shade leave it's soulblade behind, or was it completely destroyed by the sun ward thingy?

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion stepped toward the moon door and opened it, ignoring the things happening around him. He took a step in and looked around.

[Dragonson]

OOC:
Not all things have soulblades ;) Some creatures are like the Black Spectres by default.
Also, your soulblade vanishes when you die. (you die if your soulblade is destroyed, also.)

IC:
Taiion saw a long corridor. Lit by various torches, shining in a pale purplish light.
There seemed to be no creatures, but purple light is know for it's many illusionary purposes.

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion laughed and strode down the hallway, his extreme vampire sense keeping him alert. he used a spell that dampened his presence and his power to al lthings near him. He continued walking haughtily down the passage. his soulblade twitching around him.

[mato2]

Geeron strode in after Taiion, he wasn't afraid of any Illusionary magic, his senses would guide him right.

[The World Is Flat]

he continued walking until the passage ended.

OOC: should you not describee entrances/exits?

[mato2]

OOC:you should :D

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: i was talking to dragonson :p

[mato2]

ooc: me too lulz

[SoLmaster]

Huntico nailed the shade back on the ground. "What traps are there, speak the truth or be in eternal pain. Tell me all you know and your death will be a quick one."

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: The Shade has apparently died, SoL. It was blown up buy the Sun door.

Mourg was knocked off his feet by a voice thundering "ONE" through the chamber. Jumping back to his feet, Mourg realized that there were only a few of his fellow adventurers around him. Both the Sun and Moon doors were open, and Mourg realized that everyone else had left. Deciding on the Moon door, Mourg ran to the open door to spy several adventurers at the end of a dark hallway. Running down after them, Mourg shouted, "Wait for me!"

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion turned and glaced at the orc, sighing. "fine, i was hoping vor just us two vampires but this will have to do." He staied rudely. "Who are you and what are your skills?"

[Crazy Cow]

"I am Mourg of Auchin'zel, a necromancer," he replied. "I am as valuable as you, vampire, when it comes to fighting, so why don't we just explore?"

[Dragonson]

OOC: SoL, you are not in the best RP position right now.
Your RP reputation isn't too good, and you might wanna' think everything your charecter does through really hard.
The shade is dead SoL, the sun door zapped it.
You can't interrogate dead creatures unless you're a 5th level cleric.

IC:
At the end of the tunnel, Taiion and the other adventurers saw a gate with a black star.
(Lore Check possible.)

[mato2]

"Let's just kick it open!" yelled Geeron. "I've had enough of waiting around..."

[The World Is Flat]

(Lore check? oh you mean like i try to use my lore knowlage to identify it? do i say i examined the door?)

Taiion grabbed geeron by his collar and whisped, "wait" he walked up and examined the door. He had been in many worlds, and in this one for more than three hundred years. he whisperd a spell on it. it was very familiar... (Lore Check)

[Dragonson]

DM:
Lore Check (1d6) Roll: 5. +1 for Creature of the Night.
Lore:
Taiion knows the Black Star. It indicates the pressence of a Artefact from the Chaotic Plane. Such artefacts are enormously dangerous, and even though the reward for wielding one is big, you might end up as a typical "Gollum."
The star's main meaning is "Planar Danger".

[Crazy Cow]

"I agree with Geeron. Let's just kick it in and see what happens then," Mourg said. Pushing past the vampire, he put his hand on the doorknob.

[Dragonson]

DM: Trap Triggered.
Damage Roll: 1d6: 3.
Stamina Left: 20/17. (0 Stamina = Death.)

IC:
Black fire flew out from the star and burned Mourg's hands. With a scream the orc back away from the door. The fire left the same kind of scar Niahcluc had gotten.

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: Wait, what's with these stamina rolls and stuff? I was unaware we would do it like that...

IC:
Mourg backed away from the door, slapping his burnoing hands against the walls in an effort to put out the fire.

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Sorry guys, I'm saying farewell for now. School's really taking time, and on this damn slow computer I can't really follow the RP.

[Dragonson]

@Crazy cow.
Had to make some kind of system you know :P
I thoug't you'd like to know when you die and when you live.

@Fussiler1
Aww :( Ohwell.
Feel free to join back in if you have time! :)

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion yelled. "you fool, this object is cursed, there is some kind of chotic plane artifact behind this door! let me open it." The carefully approached the door. he aimed his palm at the handle and a dark shodowy nimbus of energy surrounded it. slowly tunring the knob. The door opened. Taiion stared inside, ready.

[Dragonson]

When Taiion looked into the room, he saw only blackness.

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion cursed. His vampiric eyes used a natural ampire ability to see through any darkeness. As his eyes ajusted, he walked int the room one step.

[Dragonson]

"One shall not pass. Two will remain. Three is the number of the stars, and that is the number that will not go in vain."
Taiion wandered around in the darkness for some time, but when he finally saw light, he were back at the entrance to the room.

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion stumbled back into the hallway, angry. Finally fed up with this, he readied a great power. he stepped into the room, a nexus of energy forming around his hand. suddenly he feld passageways in he mid previosuly un awakened open. he yelled unleashing a blast of energy into the room. (Taiion Power Surge Check)

[Dragonson]

DM: Taiion Power Surge Check (1d6) Roll: 6. -20 for Chaotic Plane Magic.

Taiion surged power into the room, wich had no effect aside from wasting alot of power.

OOC: Go with the flow Flat :P
This dungeon will not bend. Right now all players are equal to a lv 3 DND charecter.
(No immense power in the beginning of this RP, sorry.)

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: i know i was just kidding, that the point, hes having trouble with his power. also i have never plaied D&d so i have no clue XD. what exactly shoudl i do then? turn around?

Taiion fell to his knees exhausted, and collapsed at the strain. He still couldnt bring his powers back...

[Dragonson]

OOC: I haven't played DnD either. I just have a faint idea of how the power-chart is in DnD. Also, yaknow, i kindof gave you a clue :P
"One shall not pass. Two will remain. Three is the number of the stars, and that is the number that will not go in vain."

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: ah all of us must go.

Taiion stood, and walked out the door. he said to the two remaining "all three of us must go at once, come!" he turned waiting for them to follow.

[mato2]

OOC: I do not like the roll system, it's prolly gonna kill the rp in due time.

IC: Geeron noticed Taiion was getting tired, he thought the vampire would be more powerfull, maybe he thought wrong... "We need to move, right now!"

[Dragonson]

OOC: would you feel more comfortable if everything were just dependent of my state of mind? :P

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg's blackened hand was next to useless, so he drew his soulblede with his right hand instead and grunted, "Wait for me. I'm not out yet." Following the vampires, he stepped into the black room.

[Dragonson]

"Thou have entered the room of secrets, the Mine Vault. Are you ready?"
DM: To go on all three of you must say the word "Ready".

[mato2]

"Ready" murmured Geeron.

[The World Is Flat]

"Ready" Taiion said calmly.

[Crazy Cow]

"Ready," Mourg growled.

[Dragonson]

Light filled the room.
It was a typical cavern, but in the middle a leather bound book were lying on a pedestal.

[Jsprat100]

Brandan had become lost again, but was close to the rest of the party. Every few seconds he created sparks with his soulblades to temporarily illuminate the darkness. Every time he did this, he changed his direction to where the orc had gone. Orcs are hardly light footed and left footprints that Brandan followed with haste.

Eventually catching up, he saw a single door with bright light shining through the cracks. No matter how much he pulled, he couldn't get the doors open. He heard whispers from behind the door, mentioning a vault of secrets. Through the cracks, he could see a leather binder, partly obscured by the vampires shoulder.

"Don't open it yet," Brandan called so that they hopefully would hear him, "You vampires are good with curses, right? Make sure there isn't a jinx on it."

Despite it's slightly racist undertone, what Brandan yelled was fairly correct. Hopefully they could hear him. Brandan also wondered why there was so many mystic doors in a mine.

[Dragonson]

OOC: if there is anything, there is a crack in the wall.
Please don't just add stuff when i'm dming :P

[Jsprat100]

Sorry :-P

[Dragonson]

Ooc: Np ;)

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion walked up to the book and stared at it. (lore Check)

[Dragonson]

DM: Lore check attempted. Dice roll: 1. -50 for the object looking exactly like a normal book bound in leather.
Taiion gets a headache from staring at the book.

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion was suspicious. He cast the spell that dampened his exsistance of the physical plane. and reached forward. he touched the book wit the tip of his finger, retracting it swiftly.

[mato2]

"I don't think you should do that" said Geeron calmly. It's bound to be a trap.

[Dragonson]

Nothing happened at all.

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion picked the book up. He opened it, and stared at the text on the first page...

[Dragonson]

Taiion saw a strange spell.
It was written in infernal, the languege of demons.
In it's description words like "Carpet of the target's vains" and "Bloody explosion" appeared. It looked like it would take months to learn this spell.

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion turned the page, he was fairly fluent in the language of demons... he looked at many different spells. (spell learn check???) then he grabbed a chain he kept in his waist pouch, wrapped it arund the book, and the othere end around his belt, under his cloak.

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: Sorry for my long absence. My real life has interfered with my roleplaying.

"You might not be the only one who wants that book," Mourg said to the vampire. "I've paid something to get in here," raising his burnt arm, "And I want to get something out of it. Perhaps we could split it between us? I doubt the other adventurers want a peice of it; they're all fighters, not casters." Mourg held his hand out to the vampire. "I didn't catch your name. What was it, again?"

[SoLmaster]

OOC: Ok I'm lost. Also Flat it's a Spellcraft/Intell check not learn spell check. I need a search check to see where I am at the moment. My character is wondering the mine and I don't know were.

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion spun around and said to the orc haughtily, "I am LORD Taiion Methuselah Lucifer. And i have claimed this book orc. But maybe i will share it. but only if you prove to me that you are worthy. He brushed past him arrogantly.

[mato2]

Geeron pulled Taiion on the shoulder. "We will share the book, for all i care, you could be KING Taiion Methuselah Lucifer, we have nothing to prove to you."

[SoLmaster]

Huntico heard voices coming from a door. "Hey, who is in there. If your the party from the fort then I finally found you guys. This place is crawling with undead. May I come in?" He knew that taiion would recognize the voice.

[mato2]

Ooc: THERE ARE NO UNDEAD

[SoLmaster]

OOC: Yes their are, black specter we are trying to kill is a undead.

[mato2]

OOC: ... it was just ONE spectre.