Legacy of Legends RP

[Crazy Cow]

Kryn, after entering his room, taking care of some private business, and then sleeping, felt good enough to leave his room. Anyone who cared to notice would see that his scales were much lighter than before, and if anyone were to touch him they would find his scales not much harder then leather. Kryn had just finished a long-overdue molt, and his stomach cried out for food to replace the nutrients lost. He headed off to the room that dinner had been in the night before, looking for something to eat.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Alyssia stirred slightly as wind the caressed her now exposed body, muttering a small indiscernible word before curling up tightly against the cold, still very much asleep.


OOC: No rudeness intended there... she is dressed... but Urak is no longer between her and the draft


1001 replies! RP Anniversary event? hehe

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Is it okay if Zarion's pet come now?

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: pet?

 

[Fussiler1]

He sighed.
''Alright.'' he mumbles, walking to the outside.

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: A small and cutesy white, fuzzy dragon

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: lol, ok... NO. hahahha...

ok, people, do you all want to skip or rp one week?

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: B'aww...
But, seriously, is it allowed or not? The dragon isn't something imba or anything. Also, skipping? Why?

 

[Crazy Cow]

Yes, let's skip to the part where something happens, please.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: guys, i don't have the energy to DM this rp anymore... i'm sorry... if somone wants to take over or what, but i have alot of stuff i have to do and one rp is enough.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
Wow. I thought it was going well.
I know my roleplaying thread was killed by Chuck Norris, but perhaps I could at least try to keep things going here.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Lol... pmed.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Crazy Cow takes a deep breath

OOC:
Alright, everyone. World is Flat has given control of the roleplay to me until he is ready to take the reins again. He will be playing Urak, Myria, and the other elemental royalties, but the rest will fall under me for a while.
I am not clear on how strong everyone is right now. As the DM, I need to know, so...

IC:
For several days, the fortress of Redwall remains uneventful. The entire place has an air of peace about it, and there isn't even any bad news to mar the peace.
The daily routine, however, is interrupted one day right after lunch. Each of you is confronted by a soldier of the fortress, each with the same message.
"Lord Erran wishes you to come to the military barracks," the soldiers each say. "He wishes to know the extent of all of your power, and so asks you to bear the company of Sergent Phillips for a few hours."

 

[The World Is Flat]

Urak accepts the message at the door to his and Alyssa room, returning and reading off the notice to alyssa.

OOC: and also, who needs me to RP? and as who?

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Well, I take that as rejected

Zarion took the message and put it on the table, seeming slightly annoyed by the sudden interruption of currently peaceful moment.

 

[Fussiler1]

He peered at the soldier and nodded.
Quickly, he sprinted to where he was assigned.

 

[Crazy Cow]

You arrive in a small courtyard in one corner of the fortress. It is obviously for military training; training dummies, practice weapons and racks of armor litter the scene. Several soldiers are standing in one corner, watching two others duel with practice weapons. Kryn is already there, but nobody else has arrived yet.
"About time!" a familiar booming voice yells. Sergent Phillips comes over, along with two aides loaded down with wooden practice gear.
"Where are the others?" he shouts. "It's been a half-hour since I sent by messages!"

 

[Fussiler1]

He shrugs.
''I don't know.'' he simply said.

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Well, that sergeant must have already been waiting", Zarion spoke to himself. "Myria, are you coming?"

 

[Crazy Cow]

"They had better get here soon, then," the Sergent growls. "Well, might as well start with you two. What is your profession, and what powers, spells or abilities do you have?"

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: CC, I'm waiting for Myria's response.

 

[The World Is Flat]

"Yes... I'll catch up to you...."

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Well, lets go then. I don't want to know what will he do if he found out that we are late... Oh dang."

OOC: Goin' to sleep. See ya.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Myria glided behind him gently.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
Never mind, then. Let's get some action going.

Before any more words can be spoken, the small group is interrupted by an out-of-breath soldier.
"Sir?" he says. "I have urgent news for you."
"Very well, but make it quick," Phillips growls. He shoots a glare at you as he walks away.
"Stay put," he says to you. The two then walk a bit away and start talking. The Sergent, apparently unable to talk normally, is audible despite the distance.
"Only one?" he says. A response from the soldier apparently annoys the Sergent.
"Why didn't we know about this sooner? They're right on top of us? Are those damn scouts so worthless?" The soldier's response doesn't satisfy him, as he grunted and changed the subject.
"How far away are they?" the soldier replied, and the Sergent cursed.
"Damn!" he shouted. "I guarantee you they will be here tomorrow morning, then. Does Lord Erran know?" the soldier said an affirmative.
"Then we have a lot of work to do," Phillips said. "Get every soldier out of his bed and begin the preparations for a siege. Get a company of thirty soldiers down here, as well." The soldier ran off, and the Sergent turned around to face the group, grim-faced.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Lord Melaneus and Argus, the chief of defense, followed by jade arrived a minute later, follwed by myria...

 

[dead-man-walking]

As he arrived at the Barracks, Zarion take a look at the now grim-faced Phillips. He know something is not going as it should be.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Troubles?'' he asked to himself, curious.
He peered at the sergeant and chuckled a bit.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Agrus walked up to the sargeant "Whats this i hear?!"

 

[Crazy Cow]

"An army has been seen, two day's march from here," the Sergent said. "They have siege weapons, hundreds of soldiers, a dragon... and several 'shadow people' were seen by the sole surviving scout," he continued. "I think we all know what that means. I am going to assign four soldiers to every one of you, and I want you to follow the instructions I gave you last time to the letter."

 

[The World Is Flat]

Argus looked around. he grunted. "Does lord Erran know?"

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Alyssia's forehead wrinkled up in concern as Urak translated the message. She wasn't much of a fighter... She'd never reached that age, she'd only hunted and even that had been against her people's strict laws. She relaxed somewhat, shrugged and nodded to Urak her white blonde hair - in a bang & pony tail style - bouncing and glowing in the morning light.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Urak, held Alyssa by the arm and they walked out towards the training area...

 

[Crazy Cow]

At this point, a group of thirty soldiers, marching in formation, enters the training courtyard. There is plenty of activity all over the fortress, with soldiers building temporary fortifications at the two large gates, filling pots with oil, and making other preparations.
"Most of you are here, now," the Sergent says. "We still need the wizard and dragon warrior, but they can be dealt with later."
"An army is headed this way, hidden by some kind of magic. While they are two day's march away for a normal army, you can never tell with these things, and my bet is that they will be here tomorrow. I am going to assign four soldiers to each of you, and ask that you avoid the battlements while the siege is in progress. I know it's hard for you adventurous types to stay away from the fight, but it would sure be great if a stray arrow took out one of the most powerful people on our side, no?"

 

[The World Is Flat]

Urak spoke. "No arrow can touch me though... does this stand for me sargeant?"

 

[Crazy Cow]

The Sergent glares at Urak.
"Fine, but keep Alyssia off the battlements. Arrows can hurt her with no trouble at all."

OOC:
Feel free to wander the battlements at your will, guys. You won't need to fear random arrows and such hitting you; this is just the Sergent being the Sergent.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: lol...

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Alyssia blushed and opened her mouth to protest - but quickly shut it as she caught Urak's eye. Merely nodding sulkily and pursing her bottom lip, bright blue eyes focussing on the siege preparations with awe.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Urak took alyssa aside. "I wont let anything hurt you." he said, his blue eyes glowing.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Alyssia smiled slightly as she repositioned a loose lock of hair. "I know, but I wish I could promise the same to you..." she started, shifting her feet slightly and looking rather annoyed with herself.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
I believe that Alyssia needs a boost in confidence. I just might do something about that...

"I need to go organize our defenses," the Segent says. With a wave of his hand, the group of thirty soldiers breaks off; two come up behind him, others spread out to meet each of you, and two groups move off into the chaos of the defensive preperations, hunting down Elvor and Exo.
"Try to staty out of trouble," Phillips says as he moves off to the battlements.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Urak stood and shrugged of the four guards. "go now, two of you fetch pails of clod water, and two of you fetch bags the finest javelins you can find." he said as he led Alyssa to the armory.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"Oh!" She gasped, clasping a hand to each cheek. "Are you sure..?" She murmured, voice still thickly accented although her language and word order had improved somewhat.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Two of the guards go off to carry out your request; the other two stay with you.
"Sorry," one says. "Our orders are to keep you protected at all times."

 

[The World Is Flat]

Urak turned and stare at one of the guards... worming into his mind... you will follow my orders

 

[Crazy Cow]

The guard grimaces, but goes off to find water.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Urak grins as they arrive at the armory...

 

[dead-man-walking]

Zarion just walked around the Battlement. examining its architecture and its firm build.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Right..'' he said, examining the soldiers who approached him.
''Listen up.. err..'' he began, doubtful.
''We'll man the walls and defend them from any attackers.. that good?''

 

[The World Is Flat]

They entered the armory carefully... looking up at the vast array of weapons dangling from the walls, on tables, anp proped up on the ground... "pick anything your heart desires alyssa..."