Rafia: Blackwind Mountains and Necropia

[Fussiler1]

Niahcluc pushed himself through the mass and kept most people away from it. He thought hard how he had to write, and slowly ''NIAHCLUC'' came on the paper. Then he got pushed down by the mass.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: Looks like we will have plenty of cannon fodder for our raid.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC:

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion nelt down in the middle of the vilage square, cross legged, with his hands up as if he was praying. his head was down, and as the moon flared overhead that night, taiion began to float. he hovered in his cross legged position and sat there. his soulblade flitting around him. an aura of red surrounded him. When he came to this land his powers had let him. and each night, he focused his energys. they slowly began to return. He noticed sombody watching him in the shadows...

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: also people, know that i am very generous with power and such. So the less power and the better rp your charecter starts with, the more power he will have later on a general basis.

 

[Jsprat100]

This moves very fast...

Brandan kept drinking untill midnight, thinking things over. It turned out that human was a werewolf, as he slowly became more jittery until he finally smashed the tankard that he was sipping and ran just a few minutes before midnight in a cold sweat. Most of the jovial working folkes had gone and the dark, shadey types moved in. A dark elf wearing a feadora started a poker game with another dwarf. When the dwarf couldn't pay up, the dark elf set him on fire. But he didn't use a card trick or chant, he did it like a gentleman, he turned his lantern right up and threw it at the dwarf. Despite his worry about his fellow man, Brandan admired how the punishment was taken out.

The dark elf was a rouge. Brandan could tell because of his hands. They didn't have the hard skin gained from gripping a sword, nor the magical residue of a wand. They had a feathered touch on his glass.

More and more people came in as darkness fell. Mostly necromancers who practised the black magics when they were most unstable and powerful. There was a merchant too, selling numerous dark items, including something that caught Brandan's eye. It was a tiny little vial full of strange black liquid with 'drakestail' written on it. Brandan had heard, and even once fought, a black drake. Evil creatures, killed for fun, drakestail was supposedly a bad luck charm, though Brandan was left spectical. Brandan bought it for its secondary purpose - it helps ferment a powerfully bitter stout.

Brandan fell asleep at the bar, it was a free welcoming place, no one cared. He awoke later on. He decided he had better go on that mithril raid. He put the drakestail in his pouch and took his soulblade, ready to meet the others for the war on the plague.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg woke right about sunrise. Getting up out of bed, he preformed his morning duties then walked down to the bar. It was already filling up, and Mourg decided to get something to eat before the mine raid. The Dwarf was in the same place as last night; either he liked that spot or he fell asleep there, he didn't know. Mourg sat down next to him and ordered a simple breakfast of eggs and bacon. Chewing through it as fast as possible, he walked outside to see a crowd of about twenty people gathered about the signpost, presumably waiting for Towershield's brief. Mourg joined the crowd, scanning for any familiar faces.

OOC: I think I'm on a diffrent time zone than everyone else. It is currently 3:20 for me, one hour behind the Hive's time. This might be a slight problem, so I think we should know what time everyone is on so we know when to expect posts from them.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Damn..'' he murmured, awakening at the bar. After he had been trampled he had managed to get away and go to the inn, where he almost drank himself to uncosciousness. He stretched his arms and yawned.
''Eh, you got some bread?'' he asked the Innkeeper.

OOC: 21:27 here.

 

[Jsprat100]

"Ya can't handle your drink very well, can ya lad?" chuckled Brandan as he lept onto the bar stool next to the dazed warrior. He took out a cigar, lit it, and puffed a ring of smoke into the air. "So are you doing the mithril raid tonight?"

"Put that cigar out!" yelled the barman.

"No, I think I will keep it lit" said Brandan, forcing three golden pieces into the barmans hands, "Now give this fellow some bread"

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: you forgot my soul blade. May I have a bow version? Just one that does not need arrows.

IC: Huntico left the forest, his home, to walk into the fort. He read the paper. "Heroes of Rafia. Melman Towershield, Judge of The Black Tower and Lord of Drakescale Lake, sends out his request for brave adventurers looking for glory. The Mithral mine near fort FarTalon has been infested with a ghastly pressence from within, and all miners and other people residing there are reported dead. Any group of adventurers that can bring proof of having slain this ghastly pressence to General Avez in Fort FarTalon will be rewarded handsomely.
-The Drakescale Court."
People gave him looks and ran. He head into the pub where eyes sat upon him. He took a seat at the bar. "One shot of your best rum and a wine bottle. I head into the dark mines with the party."
The bartender game him the small cup with rum in it and the wine that the fort brewed. They had a bargain he hunted for them and they gave him what he needed. Huntico whistled and a wolf came to the door with 2 slain deers on his back. The wolf back out and the others got the deer with happy hearts. They got out and started they usual skin and give.

 

[mato2]

OOC: I'm not sure i understand your post sol >.>

IC:
It was a brand new day, the smell of the night was still in the streets, he got up and stretched his legs, he wasn't very fond of sunlight, he observed the crowd in the street from his window. He would get down when the briefing started.

OOC: Look i'm thinking we can all use the crowd in the first dungeon, and kill them off until only our characters remain

 

[SoLmaster]

Huntico left the bar to move through the crowd to the paper. He drank his wine.

 

[mato2]

OOC: No one will respond to you, are you even reading our posts we're waiting for the briefing by dragonson >.>
EDIT: Dragonson, you don't seem to post too often, maybe we should agree on a time when to do the dungeon crawl, cause otherwise it might turn out a bit hectic with everyone not knowing where everyone else is >.>

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: Yes that a joke, he and me are funny people.

 

[mato2]

OOC: What are you talking about? >.> Bah, nvm we're getting way off topic.

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: yes we did, but someone (evil persona) is going to die when the last are bender comes out.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: A few posts ago I asked about everyone's relative times so we could fugure out when who would be posting when. I am one hour behind Hive's time (11:00 for me when Hive says 12:00) and Fussiler is 17 hours ahead of the Hive (Hive says 12:00, Fussiler is at 5:00)(correct me if I'm wrong, I'm not sure if I did that right...) So, just mention what time it is on your next post so we can figure out what your schedule is. If you have a specific time you get on every day, post that too. You are right, mato: once we know everyone's time schedule, we can work out a time that fits everyone.
At the moment, we are waiting for Dragonson (In-game he will be Melman Towershield) to give us our briefing on the raid, so we simply sit and wait.

IC:
The crowd had grown to about two dozen people. Mourg looked around for familiar faces, seeing only the vampire from last night. Examining those around him, he didn't think many of them would last long against whatever undead creatures awaited them at the mines. However, they probably thought the same about him, so he privatly decided to walk a tad bit slower than the others to let them get thier kicks in first, and take the first kicks themselves.

 

[Fussiler1]

Niahcluc grinned to the dwarf and nodded gratefully.
''Nah. This is just some strong stuff from my country.''
''And yes, I am going to participate. Hey, I'm not a very good warrior, but it's a chance, no?''
After he ate his bread he asked the dwarf:
''Anyways, coming outside?''

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Yes, i do not post as often as the rest of you.
Know why? HIVE RP HAS A INSANE PACE OF SPEED!
And that, i am having a hard time keeping up with when having a fever, coughing my throat into oblivion and i am also having a killer headache.
My post rate will increase miracously when i'm feeling better.
Now... SoL.
NO! You cannot have a Bow SoulBLADE!
I'm sorry i forgot to generate you one, and i will do so soon. But right now i'm feeling like utter crap. I will be back in min 3 hours max 6 hours. Then the crawl will begin. (also i already have a plan for getting rid of the crowd.)

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: I agree that Hive RP goes tremendously fast.

 

[mato2]

OOC: AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT DOESN'T UNDERSTAND SOL?

OOC: yes we did, but someone (evil persona) is going to die when the last are bender comes out.

Seriously, wth?

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: i don't think you are the only one who unerstands him, his RP ing is very confusing.
I am in GMT -5:00.

 

[mato2]

Basically any time will work for me, for i have no sleeping pattern and i'm on winter break from school

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: well lets hope to get RP-ing again.

 

[mato2]

Geeron got tired of his room quickly enough, he decided to get outside, he wondered when Towershield would come. he wasn't feeling very patient today.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion landed gracefull and stood, staring around in the middle of the courtyard. wondering why he decided to come to rafia. He had a might kingdom in his old lands. Why would i want to leave my kingdom? he thought desperatly, even though he already had an awnser. POWER. he groaned. Wondering how he was going to find power in a place that took his away. then he realized somthing. His powers from the old lands were not compatible here. They had no effect. therefore he would have to re-learn his powers for this land. He would build anther kingdom here, he would be powerful in both realms, not just one! he grinned to himself. then he felt some kind of resonance. Geeron was awake. Taiion smiled and decied to find out more about this elf. The only way to see somone's true self is to battle them. Taiion thought to himself. And that is exactly what i will do. And perhapse angering him will do the trick. He smiled again. A plot already forming...

 

[mato2]

OOC: A tad aggressive? :O

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: he is strange that way, but don't worry, he wont be like this the whole rp.

As soon as geeron exited the Inn Taiion strode up to him, his psyhic sword flitting for side to side. Changing his plan. he send the sword flying thorugh the air about five feet to land at geerons feet. then it lifted up cutting a small nick on the tip of geeron's nose. He laughed. the sword returning to him. He crouched, ready for combat. Snarling.

 

[mato2]

Geeron had enough of this, he drew his soulblade and charged Taiion, but when he got close enough he slid to the side drawing his pistol and firing a round at the elder vampire.

OOC: OOO COMBAT !
Oh, and when i fight with other rpers i usually end my post at say "He swung at him" so the other rper can react as he wishes, he can take the blow, dodge it, deflect it and so on. It's better than going "He swung at him and crushed his skull" lulz, but i also expect the other rpers to do the same and to be realistic. just a heads up

 

[Crazy Cow]

The two vampires from thre night before were fighting each other out in the open street. Wether it was the excitement of the upcoming raid or a rivalry between the two, Mourg didn't care; thier fight was already spreading to others in the area who had grudges with one another. Fighting broke out on all sides, with groups of three or four individuals hacking away at one another.
'So much for cannon fodder,' Mourg thought as some burly warrior who apparently didn't like Orcs took a swing at him with his long soulblade. Dodging to the side, Mourg drew his own blade and prepared to fight.

OOC: I won't be here to RP for the next few hours, but I will get back on when it's possible and begin the RP again. Sorry for the inconvineince.

 

[Dragonson]

"STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY!"
The sound roared through Fort FarTalon, and everybody, even if they were not fighting, stopped what they were doing.
In the middle of the Town Square, stood a man in full plate armour.
He had a red tabard with a black tower on it, and in his right hand a flaming longsword, apparently his soulblade, rested.
"Who dares, to fight in my city?"

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion brought his soulblade up in an ar so fast it appered to come out of nowhere. The sword cut the bullet in two and the two peices hurld past him, one grazing him on the cheek. Taiion laughed and started an agressive attack, swinging this way and that attacking so qucikly that his soulblade appeared to be in two places at once, although Taiion was a few feet back from Gerron and the soulblade, the was almost immoblized with extreme concetration.

OOC COMBAT!! Finally... and i agree, notice i don't say i hit you at all, but i sorta intended for my actions to take like 30+ seconds.


and just so were the same on lore, vampires don't bleed (half ones do) halfs arent hurt by the sun, they are extrmely quck, strong, can sese space and air around them and... well thats about it Halfs are my creation so if you want to know somthing about them lemme know


EDIT: LOL OOPSE! LETS SAY MY POST HAPPENED BEFORE DRAGONSONS. Because he finished typing before i did.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: I'm back, and will be free to RP the rest of the day.

The warrior's life was saved by the call. After the warrior's swing, Mourg lunged in to his exposed belly, only to meet his opponent's fist. Knocked back by the blow, Mourg barely parried a blow to the head and made his own slice at his target's belly. The warrior, however, grabbed Mourg's hand at the wrist, and thinking him immobilized stabbed at his neck. Twisting his arm brhind his back and pulling away, Mourg brought his other fist spinning around to smash into his opponent's temple. Stunned and on the ground, the warrior would have died if not for Towershield's call. Halting the finishing strike, Mourg instead turned to face the impressive man standing in the middle of the now-halted chaos.

OOC: Well, combat is always fun, especially after the storytelling and character interaction we just went through.
I am imagining my Soulblade as a short-sword, with a blade about as long as my OOC forearm. Is this right, or is it smaller, like a dagger?
Looks like we are simply waiting for Jsprat to log in before we begin the raid.

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: The past will catch you, flat. Helmdal will return now. Dragonson please do a quick soul blade.

 

[Jsprat100]

I am logged in

Brandan stood about. Something told him this was the thing to do. Nothing else to do but wait for the plot to advance. A dwarfs life had the occasional boring segments. No worries there.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: Alright, now it's up to Dragonson. But he's sick right now, so I am more than willing to wait a bit until he feels he can do the brief.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: unless your like 7'2'' tall a dagger is about the lenght of your forearm, a long-ish dagger. a short sowrd is about from your shoulder to your wrist, a bit less. and a longsword is your ar lendth and a half. I swordfight IRL.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC: Ok, I'm hardly an expert on mideval weaponry. Thank you.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: The person yelling at you is NOT Melman Towershield.
Towershield has way too important stuff to attend to.
@SoL
I'm abit confused... wich charecter is it you want a soulblade for? And on wich page did you post him?
Anyways...

IC:
"So? WHAT SAY YOU?".
The man stared down at the silent masses.
"I am Nall Towershield. Son of Duke Armogeden. I am here to brief the Brave group of adventurers who wish to retake the Mithral Mine. Those who wish to set themselves up against a spectral pressence able to slay seasoned warriors in the blink of an eye. What say you?"

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: But it slower then a gladus. I prefer dual short swords or axes because they are faster then any sword or shield. You have a long sword.

Edit: Huntico first page.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg called out admidst the silent warriors, "I am ready!" Others took strength from his call and began shouting thier readiness.

 

[SoLmaster]

"Your lord wishes this place cleared so be it." Huntico lifted his wine in the air and dump it on the ground. "You need a guide any way. The forest has new friends that will attack us." He was ready to face the undead once more.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: ummm, SoL? What are you doing?

Taiion halted and walked over to the man, Kneeling in front of him, he blade following. he said quietly: "I pledge my blade to this quest."

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: He lives in the forest. He knows the way around the place.

IC: Huntico saw this act as an honorable way of fealty. He knew this band of warriors would have the power to fight the evils of the undead. "Sir, what's your name." He asked taiion with honor in his voice.

 

[mato2]

OOC: Ok, i'm sorry but SoL you have to stop assuming freaking command >.>
for sake's sake...
The World is flat, weren't we in the middle of a fight ? :O Meh, no harm no foul

Ic: Teeron approached the man, he took a quick bow and said, " I believe that we are ready for the mines. Will you be joining us?"

 

[Fussiler1]

''Hey! Don't forget me!'' he shouted as he quickly joined the crowd. He quickly checked all his stuff and then grinned.

 

[Jsprat100]

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do it" mumbled Brandan, "Whats the reward? I don't do 'charity'"

 

[mato2]

OOC: Dragonson, if you're sick/ having trouble posting, i could fill in for you, or anyone else for that matter, you just need to give someone a quick brief of what to do if you can't post for a while, just sayin'.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Yeah, that might be needed at some point.
I'm feeling better now, but i still have to go through some tests since we aren't really sure what the hell i am suffering from.

IC:
"Okay then, it seems that i am in the right place after all. Wery well then."
Nall looked out on the people standing infront of him.
"What you will be fighting, is a Black Spectre.*"
Some people in the crowd begun mumbling. Finally one said "Aren't the Black Spectre's a group of assassins that protect the Black Tower?"
Nall nodded.
"They are, but this one has gone rogue."


*Black Spectre's are a group of people (or assassins) that try to merge wit their soulblade, becoming one with it.
They think that having one soul instead of two will make them stronger.
After alot of experimentation they found out a way to do it. But ofcourse, not without side effects.
Firstly, you become more or less a Spectre, since loosing your soulblade practically means that you're dead.
So most Black Spectre's are pretty ghostly.
Secondly, your mind exists 50% on the chaotic plane.
(Explanation on the chaotic plane comes later)

OOC EDIT:
Huntico Approved.
Soublade:
The Barkfin Harpoon
The Barkfin Harpoon is a large throwing spear with a barbed spearhead.
It is a cruel weapon, and if it hits (wich it usually does) it does large amounts of damage.

Now SoL, before you get too much into playing: Think.
Before you post, put yourself in the shoes of those you RP with. Think about how your post will look to them.
Think

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion stood. Staring Nall in the face. "This, man, creature, how do we kill it my leige, and what are the rewards. He was hunched over in the back of the group, looking and sounding very mysterious and dark The only thing they could see from under the billowing cloak and black armor he wore was two red eyes, that seemed to glow and burn. He looked extrmely evil, when you count the fact that he had a black blade floating next to him in the air.