Legacy of Legends RP

[dead-man-walking]

"Darn... Lesson Number 1: Never mess with guards that brings sparky crystals...." And Zarion fell unconscious (Do he need a roll?)

 

[Fussiler1]

Akador had watched the whole scene.
He had chuckled at the incredible disrespect for the guard's authority..
Oh well, he had returned to his cart.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: he wont fall unconsious, the spell acually stops muscles from contracting, and dampans magic cast by the affected target. you can get up in your next post.

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Neh. I like getting unconscious for a while.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: BUT HE WONT FALL UNCONSIOUS. uless you want to fall asleep, but i suggest against it rofl.

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Okay, okay.
IC:
Suddenly Zarion felt his energy back, but just a little of them. At the very same time, a gust of wind blow through his back, as a form of magick, and blown the roof of the Caravan. "Oh damn... More trouble..."

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: whaaa?

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: The magick helped him to get up, but also blast through the roof of the Caravan...

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: he cast it?

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Sort of. Sudden-Unconscious Casting.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: ok it was a bit confusing.

After the wind had blow the cloth off the top of the cart, Urak looked at Zarion dissapointedly. he raised his hand and the cloth suddenly flew back in place and the straps re-tightened, affixing the cloth to the roof.

 

[dead-man-walking]

Zarion sighed with relief, then turns to Urak "Uh... Thanks for saving me... What's your name again?"

 

[Crazy Cow]

"They don't seem to be very good guards," Kryn muttered. The caravan was under attack, and the guards seemed to be content to just sit and wait for whatever was coming. Not only that, but they were stopping him and anyone else who wanted to help from doing anything either, and unless he wanted to start killing people there wasn't anything Kryn could do.
"Well, thanks for sticking up for me," Kryn said to the elf who had gotten hit by the guard.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: the caravan wanst under attack when you came. the attack had ended 10 minutes prior. what i mena in my post earlier, was that the caravan 'HAD' been attacked, but that had ended, sry if i was confusing.

DM:

"Urak" he smiled. ((its pronounced You-Rack)

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Ah okay. Thank you, Urak. And Snake-Man, you're welcome. By the way, I'm Zarion. Yours?"

 

[Crazy Cow]

"I am Kryn, Champion of the Goddess Llilic. Are you alright? That crystal looked pretty nasty."

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Other than some disruptions on my systems, everything's fine"

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: Just incase any one wondered, Alyssia is sleeping

I will wake her up in a bit... or if 'something/someone' wakes her up, as I will be around.

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Anyone? Brrr..... It's cold here....

 

[Dragonson]

Elvor were circling above the caravan on his dragon now.
He was scouting the nearby area, making sure any new attacks wouldn't come without warning.

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Off for sleep now. See ya in eight to nine hours.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
Flat? Anything happening now?

 

[The World Is Flat]

DM:

It was night at the caravan. they had pulled into a halt, and fires were lit along the sides. guards were patrollnig in forces..

OOC: DRAGONSON.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Yeh yeh.
I'l wait until the group has settled down though.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: Huh?

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Just settle down group!

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: maek some posts about settling around your fire or sommit, then dragonson has somthnig special set up.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Yes i do.
I have something very special that is not un-special but that is only 50% set up by me so you could say that it is not not set up by The World but that it is flat though if you settle down then there isn't a chance that i won't not not start the events that i have prepared 50%.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OCC: HUH WHATTAA? I'm speaking beyond the grave, check the Hive Courier on the short story thread ¬.¬ I'M THAT POWERFUL MAUAHAHAH!

Btw TWIF... you're actually a legend.

IC: Alyssia had slept all day, now she lay wide awake gazing into the burning embers of the camp fire, thinking deeply. How fast the last few days had flown by, how her life had been turned upside down. Mere months ago she had been yearning for adventure, avoiding social contact. Now that she had what she wanted...? She expelled a deep, long sigh... "It's my life, but I can't do with it what I will...". She had her hair loose, reaching down to her chin, parted down the middle. She didn't feel like styling it, she wanted it down. She wanted to fade away, or perhaps she just wanted someone to sit down and explain this to her... why was this happening? Who was who, what was what and most importantly what did she have to do with anything? That shade had wanted her, not the high mage of an empire, not the prince of a kingdom, not a dragon warrior, but a simple Kyrrin girl, bearing the mark of shame...

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: No, he's a statement.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: A figment of our imagination -.-

I think everyone else is sleeping! Alyssia will have to fight (and most likely die) alone! Assuming your on about a combat event xD

 

[Dragonson]

Suddenly, Alyssia felt a intruding pressence in her mind.
Like a parasite it started gnawing through her mental defences, leaving her with two choices:
To fight it, or face whatever consequences would come if it gained access to the inner layers of her soul.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

In her current state of mind, Alyssia could do nothing but panic. Her defences cracked and shattered before the parasitic presence. Her mind locked down, drowning in emotion.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: legend? what? Statment?

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: legend? what? Statment?

OOC: Your confusing comment has confused me

EDIT: Oh... I said you were a legend, then Dragonson said naah he's a statement and I said... "A figment of our imagination". That sums it up, in a nutshell.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: :Quote: btw twif, your acually a legend :End Quote:

 

[Dragonson]

The paratisitc pressence disappeared, and Alyssia noticed Elvor standing nearby, looking at her.
"You want to protect the boy, don't you?"
He said in a somewhat cold voice.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"I... " Alyssia began, slightly shaken after her mind's invasion. Eventually she just nodded, shrinking back a bit under the mage's cold gaze.

 

[Dragonson]

"Then you have to learn how to defend yourself first."
He said, gazing down at her like a teacher at a bad student.
Then, the parasitic pressence came once again, and started gnawing through her memories.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: Tell me if it doesn't hurt and I'll edit.

Alyssia screamed as the parasite attacked again, ripping through her mind like a knife through butter. "Make it stop" she pleaded, holding her head between her hands, rocking back and forth in agony.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: It hurts mentally.
Translation: Alyssia THINKS that it hurts = it hurts.

IC:
"YOU make it stop!
You just have to resist!
I promise you that both you and the boy will be safe, but you cannot be a dead weight to the group! Do you understand?"
Elvor said, almost yelled, and it was clear that he did not like what he was doing.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"How?" She cried, faced contorted in pain.
She could see her life flashing before her eyes; Her father's funeral; Hyrai's comforting; Her banishment. It wouldn't stop, she was reliving every last awful moment of her life.
This only added to her pain.
"Get out of my head!" she shouted, voice strained, muscles locked up.

 

[Dragonson]

Elvor said nothing.
He had reached the center of the web now.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

All of a sudden Alyssia stopped struggling, she fell, face first into the dirt, seemingly paralysed, though her eyes were open wider than ever. The images became slower, more concentrated, she re-lived her worst fears in agonizing detail, she saw her father burning upon the pyre, she witnessed the procession of Hyrai's body and even felt Krui beating her once more, her fragile body now jerking as if being hit again and again and again... Face still frozen, completely void of emotion, hair hanging limp.

 

[Dragonson]

The parasitic pressence disappeared, and Elvor sat down beside Alyssia.
He covered his face in his hands for a few seconds, then took a deep breath.
"Horrible..." He said, silently.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: Roll for conciousness please

 

[Dragonson]

DM: Endureance Check: Roll (1d6). 4.
Alyssia was in a state of Half-Conciousness, confused and with a terrible headache.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"Hyrai? My head hurts, I'm not dying am I? I'm scared too... We should leave, tonight! Run away, the Ramourguar will have us, I play with them a lot... I know... I'm sorry, but? Yes, ok for you... I won't say a word. Yes, I promise. I love you too." Alyssia said in her native tounge, rolling onto her back and looking up at the moon. She looked very pretty in the moonlight, her pale skin matching it's rays. She smiled gently, at some comfort, before closing her eyes and singing softly.

OOC: Up to you if he's smart enough to understand it, 'Nomadic/Nithaen' or Urak will if he's awake.

 

[Dragonson]

Elvor might have understood what she said, but he wasn't listening.
"The poor child..." he said for himself.
He laid his hand on Alyssia's forehead and mumbled a silent prayer, easing her pains.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Alyssia started at Elvor's touch, but settled quickly, sighing... "I'm sorry... Such a burden..." she mumbled, turning to face him. Her ice blue eyes full of regret. "I'll try harder next time, I promise... Don't leave me".