Rafia: Blackwind Mountains and Necropia

[The World Is Flat]

taiion walked over to the woman selling pictures of scardrake, and asked: how do these cost? in his quiet and seductive manner, trying to get a lower price.

 

[mato2]

OOC: Shouldn't there be like a hit-check on my charge at SoL?

 

[Exoplasma]

Murdmip was watching his group members,adopting drakes and buying other stuff.It seems that they have forgotten the reason why we originally came here he thought.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Meh, sorry.
I had to go to a wedding yesterday, so i had no time to come online.
I'l get things fixed up ASAP.

 

[Dragonson]

IC:
The lady replied that she took about two houndred gold peices for each.
She looked abit confused.

DM: Charge: Roll (1d6): 5.
Geeron charges Huntico and slams him into a nearby pillar.

 

[Phoonix]

IC: Darek sniff "that hunter had it coming for him... selfish idiot." he then turns back to murdmip "Hey little one, where is the arena located? and could anyone lend me some chaos ore? I'm going to look or a little pet."

OOC: the arena is where you said some good creatures might be sold right dragonson?

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Yup. Also, i think mourg allready lended you some ore.

 

[Exoplasma]

"Arena....arena..." he muttered, scratching his head to remember if such place existed. "Invalid location you asked there,Murdmip doesn't know or doesn't remember if such place exists..." he replied with a sad,kind of hypocritical tone. He thought that the arenas was a place for barbarians.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
I gave Derek a handful in the alternate timeline where Mourg claimed an egg instead of a drake, but that will be fixed shortly.

"Well, I'm sure that someone knows where this arena is," Mourg told Derek. "I'll lend you a bit of ore once we get there." Mourg placed his drake on the ground, then walked a few steps.
"Let's see if you can keep up with me," he told it.

OOC:
I'm guessing the drakes are about the size of a cat right now?

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Smaller. Baby drakes are REALLY small.
They grow fast though.
After a little time they go POOF! And you got a horse-sized riding-drake.

IC:
Mourg soon realised that the little drake couldn't fly yet, and it's attempts at walking made it look so tiny that mourg just HAD to pick it up when it started to make little whelping noises in desperation. (Will save if you don't want to.)

 

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg picked up the little drake again. Now that he knew it couldn't walk, he would be sure to keep it close.
Mourg was, he suddenly noticed, hungry, so he entered the nearby tavern, purchasing a decent meal with a small amount of Ore. After eating it and giving the drake the end of a bacon strip, Mourg asked the barkeep for directions to the Arena.

 

[mato2]

Geeron pinned huntico to the pillar and took a stab at his chest area.

 

[Dragonson]

"Hmm. The arena? In the arena district ofcourse. It's north of the Gnoll parks."
The barkeep replied.
"What's that noise outside?"

 

[mato2]

OOC: once again, hit check?

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Waiting for SoL.

 

[Crazy Cow]

"That would be a scuffle between some of my party members," Mourg told the barkeep. "I don't think it will end well, but I doubt anyone else will get hurt."
Thanking the barkeep, picking up his drake and walking outside, Mourg told Derek and Murdmip of the barkeep's directions.
"We just head north, and keep an eye out for a lot of gnolls," he told them. "It has it's own district, so it can't be hard to miss."

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion entered the taven with mourg, his dragon riding on his shoulder, and asked the barkeep for a bloody, uncooked steak. he sat next to mourg. Then left with him, in the direction of the arena.

 

[Exoplasma]

"Gnolls don't seem much of an error!" he exclaimed with pride , "There is nothing that we gnomes are afraid of!" he shouted and charged toward north, his left hand clenching firmly his soulblade.

 

[Phoonix]

Darek laughs as he sees the gnome charging away. "North eh? well then, lets go." he starts walking

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion followes the group carefully. he is tired of holding so much back.

Taiion starts running forward then leaps into the air, his mighty wings spreading out to capture the wind. he soars up, into the air, and shoots towards the arena...

 

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg was surprised by the gnome's sudden enthusiasm, thinking about a caffeinated child for some reason. He set off with the group, thinking about perhaps joining an arena match.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Guys? I think you misunderstood the gnoll thing.
The gnoll parks is like the gnoll district of the city, like the elven district.
Not some place you go to kill gnolls.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
Right, but I don't think that Mourg managed to get that across properly.

"Wait a minute!" Mourg called out to the charging Gnome. Mourg caught up with him and placed a hand on the Gnomes shoulder.
"We're looking for the Gnoll district, so we can find the arena from there," he said. "We're not going there to kill Gnolls."

 

[Exoplasma]

OOC
My character has to pay the consequences

IC
Murdmip was stopped by the orc's sheer brutal force "It seems like Murdmip misunderstood what you meant" he said and laughed with his low-pitched voice.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: That isn't really what i qould call consequenses, but wth
Consequences, in my game, is something alot more... brutal.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
"Consequences" usually means punishment for something you did wrong. You haven't actually gone killing Gnolls, so you should be fine.

"No problem," Mourg reassured Murdmip. "Let's just go find the arena."

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion landed far ahead, in the Gnoll district. He massive wings flapping gracefully as he landed, kneeling. he folded his wings and walked towards a gnoll. "greetings, I am Lord Taiion Methuselah Lucifer. Would you be so kind as to direct me to the Arena?" he held out a pinch of chaos ore.

 

[Dragonson]

The gnoll looked confused.
Then pointed northwards.
It did though look quite scared of the ore, and refused to take it.

MEANWHILE...

While walking towards the Gnoll Parks, Mourg suddenly started getting a strange headache.
The spellbook in his bag started shaking, or rumbling, more precisely.
Like it wanted to make him aware of something.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg picked up the spellbook and opened it.

OOC:
How good is the vein armor? I was thinking of getting an entire set of it, but I want to know how useful such a set would be.

 

[Exoplasma]

Murdmip noticed Mourg's bag shaking violently, a deep, long and rolling sound coming from it. "Something truly strange you hold there !" said the gnome, looking at the spellbook.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: A full set of armor made of 10% chaos vein can resist a cannonball flying towards it with 100KM's an hour with only a scratch. And possibly without.
It's just expensive as hell to make.

IC: Next to the first page, that used to be the only non-blank one, a new spell had appeared.
Like the first one, it jumped into Mourg mind without him having to read it.
He felt a strange, cold rush of blood go through his body, then a sharp pain.
He screamed, and it felt like his eyes burned.
Murdnip watched in horror as Mourg's left hand slowly warped into a green claw.
Mourg then fell on the ground, exhausted.
Around them people were staring, and suddenly a deep bellowing voice said
"Get out of my way! Let me get to him!"
and the out of the mass of people came a cloaked man with a dragon skull on his head.
He kneeled beside Mourg, muttered a spell and then looked at Murdnip.
"You, gnome. Do you know this orc?"

 

[Exoplasma]

"Of course I do!" answered the gnome, a bit terrified to see Mourg's left hand warped into a green claw.He considered the magic as a quite powerful one to dispel.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
I meant the spell that weaves cloth out of the veins of my target, like the glove I have.

 

[Dragonson]

The man gave Mourg a concerned look.
"This is serious..."
He looked at the book lying next to Mourg.
"Orc, can you hear me?"

EDIT:
Oh, that armor.
Well it's pretty good. And since it's made out of semi-living material so it has high magical properties.
= It's easily enchanted, and has a + to spell checks.

 

[Crazy Cow]

"Yeah," Mourg managed to groan.

OOC:
So, my plan to make full-body flesh armor is a good idea. I'll get around to it when the opportunity arises.

 

[Dragonson]

The cloaked man dragged Mourg to his feet.
"Hmm, you'l have to come with me to the Great Temple."
He looked around at the rest of the team.
"The rest of you can follow if you wish."
He then begun walking towards the great temple at the center of the city, dragging Mourg with him.

OOC: If SoL doesn't post soon, i'l just let him take the hit Mato2.

 

[Exoplasma]

Murdmip started following the cloaked man, looking him suspiciously and holding his sword firmly if he dared to do any sudden action.

OOC
I will be gone for a while.Murdmip is following the strange man in the meanwhile.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: We're on page 50 people
In that occasion:
Those of you who hasn't told me preferences for a charecter bannner, DO IT NOW or i will make something up MYSELF wich has a 50% chance of being something you'l hate.

EDIT: Psst, CC, i'm waiting for ya to reply.

 

[Crazy Cow]

"I can walk," Mourg grunted, bouncing along behind the man. His hand sure hurt, but the rest of his body was in a decent condition. Mourg was also afraid the man's dragging would dislodge his drake, where it would be pretty much helpless.

 

[Dragonson]

With the drake clinging to Mourg's shoulder, and atleast Murdnip right behind (if your charecter followed and you're just abit late with posting it, don't mind that. We can just pretend he were there all along.) they arrived at the Great temple.
At the temple entrance a man with a similiar Skull on his head, but in a green cloak, greeted the man dragging Mourg.
"What's the matter Holo?"
The cloaked man dragging mourg, apparently called Holo, answered
"No time now, Scar, I have to bring this orc to the safety ward before his hand there opens a rift."
The man in the green cloak, apparently called Scar, gave the hand a glance and moved out of the way.

 

[Crazy Cow]

"It's just a claw," Mourg protested. He honestly had no idea what was happening, although the men with skull helmets did.

OOC:
I'm just about to take a very serious history test, so don't expect me back for around an hour. Assume Mourg is just holding on until it is actually necessary for him to respond.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Then i will put the RP on pause for a Hour.
I don't want you to miss YOUR OWN important story elements.
Also, one hour of pause is not the end of the world.
Just tell me when you're back, and we can continue.

 

[mato2]

OOC: SoL isn't showing, can i stab him and get on with rping? And Mourg could farm chaos veins from the black drakes, couldn't he?

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Nope
Though, if he armored it and waited a houndred years, it would have a 100% chaos ore armor
Also, let's just say you stapped SoL and that you can either be with Mourg at the temple or at the traveller's district.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
I'm back. I don't think I did terribly well; I completely forgot the difference between Religious Liberalism and Evangelical Revivalism, which cost me fifteen points, but whatever. Let's get back to the real issue at hand: my hand.

 

[Dragonson]

Holo dragged Mourg through a runed doorway and put him in a chair made of a blue-ish wood.
He mumbled another spell, then look directly into Mourg's eyes.
Mourg could see the man's face now.
His eyes were shining with a teal light, and tatoo's glowing with the same color were placed around them.
"Do you have ANY idea of what just happened to your hand, and what kind of book it is you've brought into this city?" he said with a suprisingly calm voice.

OOC: The rest of you can follow Mourg and Holo if you like.

 

[Crazy Cow]

"Well, I have no idea what just happened there; the last spell I puzzled out said something about blood soup," Mourg said, unnerved by the man's fearsome appearance and his calm tone, despite the words he was saying. "I didn't imagine the book was full of children's recipes, though; the spell I got from it lets me weave clothes out of living creatures." He held up his glove to demonstrate. "Honestly, though, I have no idea what's happening. I'm going to hazard a guess that it's something to do with he Chaotic Plane, as that has been cropping up plenty in my life recently." Mourg flexed his new hand, trying to see if it was still his.

 

[Dragonson]

The hand moved on mourgs command. It was fully under his control.
Holo sighed.
He muttered a silent spell.
"You're correct. The book has triggered a transformation spell from the chaotic planes.
A quite magnificant one i must say, but also a quite serious one."
He sat down.
"You better be carefull with that book.
That claw, can be both a curse and a blessing. I'm sure it will help you cast spells, but it will surely result in trouble too."
The man scratched the back of his head.
"Well, i'm afraid i'l have to keep you here in the temple for a while.
You can't just go around with that claw without knowing just abit about how to control it."
He sighed again.

 

[Exoplasma]

Murdmip looked the orc with more interest than before, his eyes shining before this transformation.He knelt and examined the claw more carefully with his goggles, by adjusting them and increasing their zoom, like he called it.

 

[mato2]

OOC: I'm with Mourg