Rafia: Blackwind Mountains and Necropia

[erdniz]

OOC: i like that, start from scarps and chaos, to gather and get a real organized group of people. was i right in my guess of your way of thinking?

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: well, you're right about having to start from scratch (almost.). That was my idea.
You can do it how you want to.
And now you better answer Flat.

 

[erdniz]

Zarato fell to the floor, beginning to snore almost instantly after hinting it.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: XD
That's possibly one of the top-ten best conflict solvers i've ever seen.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: that pwns. sorry about that. but taiion really has no patience for things like that.

Taiion stared at zarator, then back up at the barkeep. "do you have anything bloody? raw? any... say... cows could buy?" he asked... rambling slightly..

 

[Dragonson]

The Barkeep pondered that for a while.
"I have alot of raw meat, if that's what you want."

 

[The World Is Flat]

"I would Loooooove that." he said. Taking off his hood. reveaing the fact that he was obviously a elven vampire. but he looked much more... alive... "anything i can take really. how much will it cost me?"

 

[Dragonson]

The barkeep weren't really surprised at Taiion revealing himself as a vampire.
"That depends. If you're one of the new lords around here, it's free.
Taiion Methuselah Lucifer i take it?"

 

[The World Is Flat]

"that would be me yes." he said, trying to ac as if he was no suprised. and pulling it off easily. He then aimed a palm down at Zarator and fire off a jolt strong enough to make him sober up quick. "and so is he... I think..." he said with some distain.

 

[Dragonson]

The Barkeep laughed.
"I figured. You know how people talk when they're drunk."

OOC: Btw people.
Know that if you get drunk, your charecter might perform actions that you have no controll over. And if this is the case, then i'm not telling you.
You have to find out what kind of crap you've done ingame, like now when the Barkeep tells Taiion that Zarator has been talking about his lordship.

 

[erdniz]

OOC: well i don't think a lot of fighting would help us at the time.

@flat: well its your character there is no reason to apologize. and i think its pretty awesome

IC: Zarator waked up stumbled up on his feet "how in the void did you do that?" zarator asked.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion looked at him and sighed. "obviosuly you are too feeble to preform such an action, so i dare not explain." He turned back to the barkeep. "I need to know some things, first of all i need a map. Secondly, i need to know the status of this forts militia, if it has one, and its armory, if it has one.

 

[Dragonson]

The Barkeep pondered that too.
"Well... There was a milita. Vall led it, but he's gone now.
Nice guy i must say.
The armory is still intact, though. And there's a map there too."

 

[erdniz]

" wed better know how much raw materials we have to"

 

[Dragonson]

"Well... we have lots of wood.
And the quarry just outside town gives alot of stone, too."
The Barkeep said.

 

[The World Is Flat]

"Thanks for the information," he commented slightly sourly, and grabbed Zarator by his collar and dragged him out of the bar. turning to face him.

 

[erdniz]

" hey what's the problem?" zarator asked after regaining hi breath.

 

[The World Is Flat]

"look you mortal fool!" Taiion hissed at him, fangs bearing. "on our first day you come into the bar get youself drunk!?" he roared. "I ought to suck you dry!" he hissed. "you are a worthless little... little... he spat. and then hissed in frustration and used his soulblade to scar the round with a deep gouge...

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Remember the "'s flat. people might misunderstand you.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: yeah. i know. Taiion is jsut really REALLY angry... i have to rp him how he would act.. but i'll try to be clear. i misspelled ground ground.

 

[erdniz]

" well it may not be the best idea, but the people need one of its leaders to be more like them. not like any.. whatever you are" Zarator answered with an annoyed tone in his voice.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion calmed down a bit and then said to Zarator; "i appolgise for my rash behaviour" then he paused ofr a moment... "shall we investigate the armory?"

OOC: taiion blew a nut.. lol.. loggin off for todaeh.

 

[erdniz]

" yes that would be best, lets put our struggles aside and focus on the task ahead" Zarator responded with a bit more calm tone.

OOC: sorry for the edit i just forgot to give my character expression.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: okay. let's close it down for now and gotosleep. We need fussiler to catch up too.

 

[erdniz]

OOC: i think thats best yes, i might not be so active tomorrow but I'll do my best.

 

[Fussiler1]

Niahcluc spotted Zarator and Taiion and approached them.
''Any idea where those two men are who got us into this place?'' he asked.

 

[erdniz]

" Wat do i care, if they'll pay the money and that is all i want from them. after that, Monkey don't see, monkey don't do, monkey don't speak." Zarator said with a greedy smile in his face.

OOC: EDIT: Sorry a lot of bad spelling there

 

[Fussiler1]

''Your helpfulness astonishes me!'' he shouts out sarcastic.
''Please, oh helpful one, give me more advice, I beg you!"

 

[erdniz]

" Pft." Zarator said still with a smile on his lips.

 

[Fussiler1]

He turned serious again.
''Now answer me.''

 

[erdniz]

zarator's smile faded and he said " nope, i don't know were the tow men are, and i don't think it should be our highest priority right now." with an serious tone.

 

[The World Is Flat]

"ell, they obviously are very powerful, and think highly of themselves. Look where i came from, i was a lord of thousands of mighty cities across the entire world. The relam was practically under my control when i left. so i am well suited to managing this place, meaning that i suggest you heed my advice. we need to set up a militia. We need to get these people under control, and we need to coerce key memebers of the poulace, such as the barkeep, to spread good information and sentimet, to keep the population under control. I aslo might be able to control some of the undead..." He interjected.

 

[erdniz]

"hmm good idea, the undead may be a strong working force or be a val against the other who may attack us. since you are the most experienced of us, what will you have me do?"
Zarator asked in a humble voice.

 

[The World Is Flat]

"well what are your skills?" he asked.

 

[erdniz]

" well i have served a necromancer in Auchin'Zel for twenty tow years, can't say i learned to much of it, but i snatched up some tricks. my father was a farmer, so i have snatched up some form that corner to." Zarator said.

 

[The World Is Flat]

"Well then i had best get to work. Ineed you to channel energy to me, as i cast a spell that should give me control of all the undead in a small radious around the fort." Taiion meditates, focusing on the integrity of his spell.... getting ready to cast. (two channel rolls??? or somthing....)

 

[erdniz]

Zarator nodded, focusing to channel the energy to Taiion.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Why would we need to be able to control the population..?'' he asked.

OOC: Also, you ruled Magnar? liieessss

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: uuurgh your disrupting taiion concentration! and no not all of it, but by the end, most of it. DRAAAAAGONSSOOOON!?!!?!!?!?!

 

[erdniz]

" control is the birth of order, order is the start of cusses" Zarator said with his eyes closed.

 

[The World Is Flat]

"control is important. it allows you to get done what needs to be done with few distractions." he said as he was chaneling power.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Calm down calm down!
I can't be online all the time you know.
I'm very close to giving you a -1 to your roll for annoying me. >

DM: Spell Check: Roll (2d6): 2 and 1. (3)
Taiion and Zarator tried without success to gain controll over the nearby undead.
It was pretty clear that they had to use force to clear these lands.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion cursed and started walking to the ceter of the town, flying up to the belltower and ringing it twice, flying back. waiting for the populace to assemble.

 

[Dragonson]

Soon after, the people of Brenrok had assembled at the middle of the market square.
They looked at taiion, awaiting whatever he had to say.

 

[Fussiler1]

''What's that freaky Vampire going to do this time..?'' he mumbled.

 

[erdniz]

"Well he got experience, why question him?" Zarator replied.

 

[The World Is Flat]

"people of brenok!" Taiion yelled to the assembely. "these are dire times. our land is infested by undead! and the neighboring tows have fallen." He paused. "i and these two, are the new lords here. and it will be our goal and duty, to protect you, and expand our influence across this region, and re-caputure it from undead." he paused again. "i will require your complete cooperation during this time." he paused again, looknig around at the faces below. "i am re-instating the militia, and i assure you pay will be fair, and i also would like to commision the blacksmiths to make swords and armor, arrowheads, and any other equipment that lord Niahculc asks for. He is in charge of militia operations. Any questions?"

 

[Dragonson]

DM: Speech Check: Roll (1d6 + 6 for Verbal Exellence and Vampire Bonuses.): 6. Rolling Crit Chart: 4. Extra Dice.
Rolling Extra Dice: 5. Final Result: 17.
As Taiion spoke, the people begun mumbling.
More and more of them nodded in agreement, and when he was finished a warrior in chainmail with a yellow cape and shield stood forward.
"Lord Taiion! We, the people of Brenrok will stand with you!
Long have we been living in the shadow of Necropia!
It's time to change that! We are with you!"
With that, the mass of people started cheering.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion bowed and said; "THIS LAND IS OURS! LET US TEACH THE UNDEAD THIS!" then he stepeed down and walked p to Niahcluc. "I want you up there, to talk about your strategy and how your goig to run the militia! hurry!"

 

[Fussiler1]

''Erm.. right..'' he mumbled.
He ran up the Belltower.
As he finally he arrived, he began.
''Greetings, people of Brenok! I am Lord Niahcluc!'' he shouted, beginning his speech.