Legacy of Legends RP

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: i am waiting for you to say ok and all that crap..

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Ok to what?

 

[The World Is Flat]

JUST RESPOND TO THEM GOING FOR A WALK: elvor got up and walked beside Urak into the woods. ect.

 

[dead-man-walking]

Zarion just smiled at the recent happenings, as Soulbinding is a common practice to the High-Ranked Sylovothian Elves and Dragonoths, with the Elf acting as the Dragonoth's speaker to the world. He suddenly stands up and transforms to his Eagleman Forme.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: w00t?

Akador had left the caravan for a while.
He had been sprinting ahead of them, being extremely frustrated of the slow travel.
It felt great to have his legs in action again, he noticed.
Finally having time to think, lots of memories came back to him, and he put is hand in his pocket, stroking the Starstone. He would return this stone to his people, once...
But for now, Fate decided he would go with this group of strangers.
''First good decision of you...'' he mumbled.
And he kept running, and running.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Sorry for that flat. :S I were REALLY tired.
I'm a sports guy IRL, so i have to get back into shape since i haven't been doing that much while i were REALLY ill.
So to say it shortly: I were litterally doing muscle workouts while posting. :S
(Do you have ANY idea of how hard it is to type when you've just done 100 pushups?)

IC:
Elvor were walking beside Urak in the woods.
He hadn't said anything since they had left the encampment, and his face was still gloomy.

 

[The World Is Flat]

"what troubles you?" he asked quietly?

OOC: fine by me. lets get some action... i think i feel an attack comin' on soon....

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Make it an attack where the caravan is destroyed and the party is scattered!

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: sorry, doesnt fit with the story right now.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC:
Dont. Split. The. Party.

IC:
Elvor grumbled something about responsebilities and bonds.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC:
Do. Split. The. Party.

OOC: Fixed.

 

[The World Is Flat]

"What? responsibility?"

 

[dead-man-walking]

"GRRAAARRGGHHH! It's nice to flex some muscles", he said as he flexed his wings, but Zarion quickly transforms back into his Elven form, not wanting to get any trouble with the caravan guards.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: No fuss.
That is wrong.
Any rp that has SOME KIND of hope of staying organized need to NOT split up.

IC:
Elvor just grumbled on.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: No fuss.
That is wrong.
Any rp that has SOME KIND of hope of staying organized need to NOT split up.

OOC: Why not? An active and good DM could easily arrange events and such and let them come together. Look at the Gladiators of Eria RP, that went extremely good.

 

[The World Is Flat]

so. you are sayingg i'm not active or good? look fuss it doesnt go with the planned story. ok?

IC:

Urak stopped and turned to elvor. "We cannot contineu with you in this mood. tell me the truth."

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: I wasn't, also, I wasn't even trying to convince you but Dragonson about my point, =P

 

[The World Is Flat]

Dm:

suddeny, the people at the camp could hear a large number of footstepts from the jungle. and just then, a large group of sinister looking elves burst ffrom the undergrowth. "ATTACK!" they roared, and the fifteen of the charged at the people around the campfire, swords swinging...

 

[Fussiler1]

Akador had ran.. and ran...
But finally he had returned. He had arrived a hour ago back in camp.
Just to see the Elves attacking later.
He grabbed his spear and ran towards the Elven Attackers, charging at them.

 

[dead-man-walking]

The sudden attack caught Zarion in astonishment. But he quickly prepares a powerful gust to blow the Elves away.

OOC: Roll for the Gust please. And I'm going to bed in 20 minutes. See ya later.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Kryn was quite surprised at the unprovoked attack, but gladly met the first of the attackers. He lunged forward, biting at his target's neck.

 

[The World Is Flat]

The elves charged and fought madly. OOC: no rolls for now. just battle. but please dont pwn.

 

[Fussiler1]

Akador arrived and starts jabbing and attacking with his spear.
With great speed he moved across the crowd, attacking people randomly.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Kryn slammed into the lead attacker, fangs sinking into the unprepared Elf's neck. His cries turned into gurgles, and a moment later another bite silenced those. Kryn pulled the body up between himself and the attackers, blocking a spear thrust with his gristly flesh shield. With his opponent's spear stuck, Kryn cast the body aside, disarming his foe, and moved in for the next kill.

OOC:
Kryn isn't nearly as nice when he gets into combat.

 

[The World Is Flat]

A archer rose from the back of the pack and fired an explosive arrow into te midde of tthe camp... and explosion rocked the ground...

 

[Crazy Cow]

Kryn's attack was interrupted by a dangerously close explosion. Kryn was blasted back, but got back up once he hit the ground, temporarily dazed out of his killing rage.

 

[The World Is Flat]

A quick elf dnaced up to him with dual swords and tried to slash down quicly onto Kryn's throat

 

[Crazy Cow]

Kryn bashed the Elf's legs out from under him with his tail. The Elf fell heavily to the ground, and Kryn darted in to pin the Elf down before he could get back up. Kryn plunged one hand into the Elf's back, grabbing his target's spine, and pulled hard.

OOC:
Am I being a bit too ubar for you, Flat?

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Maybe less control of your opponent?

Akador was shocked by the explosion, but kept searching an opponent.
Suddenly he noticed an Elven Warrior and charged at him, trying to drive his spear into his heart.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: a bit ubar, but fine. Fuss, if you wan't just peroidically update you post with new battle details.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Great!

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Oh no I forget something.

IC: Seeing as the gust doesn't make any visible damage, Zarion pulled out his blades and channels his wind magic to them, forming throwing blades made of wind. As the energy finishes forming itself, he thrown them at a blinding speed, taking down multiple elves with some throws,and keep throwing.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: guys you know, your not THAT powerful as of yet (or not supposed to be yet)

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: I think it's because of some random urge.

 

[Fussiler1]

Akador impaled the Elf in his heart and pulled back his spear.
''Weakling.'' he mumbled.
He attacked another Elf with even greater speed!

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: If anyone wonder where did I go, I took my daily sleep. 'gnight.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: Sorry guys, the RP slipped my mind for a while.

Alyssia had woken at the first clash of ringing steel, she jumped up as Kryn slithered past her pinning and mutilating his opponent. Elves, she mouthed, seeing the attackers in the morning light. Remembering Elvor's words the night before "you cannot be a dead weight to the group", her face grew hard and determined, she set off briskly, trotting down the side of the caravan, in search of a weapon.

 

[Fussiler1]

This Elf managed to block his attack and swung his sword at him, which he quickly evaded. He jumped to the right and impaled the Elf, and as the Elf fell to the ground, a great pain invaded his mind. An enemy had pushed a sword deeply into him.
He jabbed his spear backwards into the body of his attacker, and with his fall he also pulled the sword out.
Wounded, he fell to his knees.
He could not simply die, or retreat from the battle.
Everyone had a duty and everyone played a role in winning or losing.
He had to fight on... fight on with the last of his strength, to let them pay for the murdered ones.
He slowly stood up and looked around.
His eyes went red and he roared in fury, charging in the battle again, jabbing, thumping and throwing. His pain only drove him to continue.
He know he was giving the last of his strength, and he would have the risk of falling oncoscious for three or two days, or lose a lot of blood, possibly even die.
But for now, he didn't really care.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Fuss, it completely ruins the fact that you're a GROUP.
RPing isn't about loot or peronal glory, it's about teamwork and having a nice time together.
ALSO: I'l fix up a post for Elvor ASAP. I just gotta' read up.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: good.

IC: Urak detected Alyssa's situation via the link and swifty turned into mist, teleporting into the fray. he oond in the middle, his arms extending into long, hard watery tedrills that spu around grabbing elves by the waist and other impaling them forcibly. "ARRRGH!" he yelled angrly and spun around, heavig his arm like a wrecking ball, knocking a pair of elves flat, crushing their skulls... the suddenly a pair of arrows struck him in the chest... he seemed to igore them... his torso turnig to water, and the arrows dropping to the ground. when his skin returned to flesh, the wounds were still there, but his life was no longer threataned. his arms tuned into a vortex of water and sucket the two archers in, spitting them on the ground... he swiftly impled the broken bodies.... gore spraying... More and more elves joined the battle however... even the caravans guards were hard pressed to contain them... Urak looked around. seeing nicanor on the ground... he generated a massive shield of water around him and nicanor... grabbing him... "you must be still so you can survive long enough to finish this battle..."

OOC: guys this is now a rolled battle. but they will be hidden rolls. draon and i will reciprocate.

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Oh my god.
IC: Observing the situation, Zarion decides that the best choice is to use magic again. As he calms his mind, he tries to focus his energy into one massive air blast.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Yes.. erm, I already stood up and re-joined the fight... and the name is Akador..

 

[The World Is Flat]

He feels the energy flow though him... and the blast is uleashed on a small group of
elves...

NINJA.

anyway, i know he got up. i phailed on akador.

 

[Crazy Cow]

As Kryn's next victim stopped thrashing about, he gave the battle a quick look. One of their elves - Zarion, maybe - was standing back, blasting away at the attackers with some kind of wind magic. Akador was right in the middle of the elves, stabbing away with his spear. The elves seemed to be loosing; plenty of them were on the ground, dead or dying.
Kryn moved over to the closest living elf to him, clawing at his target's arm. This one Kryn intended to capture only; he wanted to know why these elves had attacked without warning or provocation.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Another wave, this tome of 15 more elvish warriors jumped into combat from th brush.
"Ahahahaha! kill them all and loot the caravan!" Even some citeans were coming from the underbrush with menacing looking weapons...

 

[Dragonson]

Elvor, finally acting, said a short chant out loud and sent a wave of arcane energy at the elvish attackers.
While chanting he sent a mental message to Elizra, ordering her to strike from the skies.

OOC: I refuse to roll for myself flat.
You do those.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ok: (rolls are hidden)

The wave billowed out and slammed into a group of elvish attackers, sending the hurling...

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Oh Shait! Can anyone give me a short resumee of what has happened? Really busy with school at the moment.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: We went with a caravan and got attacked by a group of rogue Elves. Alyssia is bound with Urak and thinks she loves him. Is that enough?

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: Hmm... yeah, that pretty much covers it - I was doubtful at first, lol so many pages, so easy to sum up. EDIT: It's still under attack.

IC: Alyssia continued to run down the caravan, occasionally pausing and peering into various cargo wagons, looking for a weapon, finding nothing.