Rafia: Blackwind Mountains and Necropia

[The World Is Flat]

"look around..."

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Also guys, we have another player coming in ATM.
His char's called Raylik, and he'l be joining in as a traveller like gray.
His charecter is approved and added, including soulblade.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg got the impression that Taiion wanted to be left alone. Standing up, Mourg took the last of his breakfast to the bar. He quickly finished, picked up a few strips of bacon for his dragon, and headed back to his room to wait for the appointed time.

EDIT:
OOC:
What class is he? We need a healer more than anything else.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Account name?

 

[grygon]

Raylik walked out of the forest and looked around. After a moment of indecision he started walking toward the village. "I guess this wouldn't be a bad place to rest up" he muttered to himself "as long as there are no undead or anything around here." Seeing a tavern, he went in. "Hey barkeeper any spare rooms here? And a mug of ale while your at it" He said and tossed down a few coins.

EDIT: Dragon didn't you say you'd post my char sheet? Ill just do it

Name: Raylik
Race:
Sky Elf/Half-Shadow
Class:
Rogue
Age: Unknown, somewhere around 700
Gender: Male
Description:
Height: 5 10
Hair: Deep Brown
Not much is known about him. One story says that he was an elf that was banished from the halls of the elves, and has therefore taken up the way of the shadow and that is why he despises anything that came from the elven halls, including his elemental magic, instead trading it for a type of shadow magic that has rarely been seen before. A shadowy figure, never trusts anyone, would mostly prefer to be left alone. Immerses himself in shadow, draws his power from the shadows themselves. It is not known why he has not turned evil yet because of this, however it is obvious that he has to fight against the temptation of it, as occasionally he stops for a couple seconds and looks like there is an internal conflict happening inside him, and because of the fact that he can never draw as much power as necromancers.
SOULBLADE:
Sting
Sting is an Arabian-Style dagger, with a pitch-black blade.
It can be used in melee battle as well as a throwing knife, as it allways re-materializes in Raylik's hand after it hits the target.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: soulblade.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: He's a rouge, and he just posted.
But as a DM i can tell you one thing: you won't be lacking a healer for long.
And the soulblade IS added. Just check the bottom of the char list.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: okok

Taiion looked up suddenly. he could feel changes in the air pressure of the room, but he could attach no being or shape to it. he gazed at the figure... Taiion had never encountered somthing like this before...

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
Welcome to Rafia, Grygon.

 

[grygon]

Raylik looked around the room. There weren't that many people in there, and they weren't paying him any attention, except for a person who was staring at him. Raylik stared back at him, and wondered where that bartender was with his ale.

OOC: Thanks it looks fun.

 

[Fussiler1]

As he received message from Taiion, he stopped knocking on the door, since Lucien didn't open it. He simply wrote a letter and shove it under the door, saying;
''We're going west. Catch up with the militia.''
Niahcluc left and assembled his men.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion eyes flared.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Sorry 'bout the sheet grygon. :S
I posted it in the first post. That's what i meant.
Anyways: Delayed barkeeper.

IC: The Barkeeper, strangely NOT uneasy with Raylik gave him his beer.
"Sorry for the delay, i had some trouble with a zombie in the cellar."

 

[grygon]

Raylik took his beer without moving his eyes from the person. He couldn't decide what the person was, but he was happy to stay away, he didn't need another thing to worry about.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion when back to work...

 

[grygon]

Raylik sighed, and finished his beer. "Hey bartender, who's that?"

 

[Dragonson]

The Bartender looked abit confused.
"Who? Taiion?
He's one of the new lords here in Brenrok. A nice guy, really."

 

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg left the tavern, figuring that he would need a while to find the other magi. He doubted that they would be in a glaringly obvious place in red robes for his convenience, so he went to the notice board, hoping to find some information there.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: BTW CC, about your dragon: It should be about the size of a pony right now.
It's in it's Rapid Growth state, and you should be able to ride it as a horse in a few days.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
Oh. Where would it go? I doubt everyone would like a pony-sized dragon walking next to me, so should it go in the stables or something?

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: They'd probably be in awe, so i don't see why you shouldn't be having it with you.
BTW... the dragon actually gives +2 to city Reptuation. Adding.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
Alright. How smart is it, just out of curiosity?
Also, is there any info on the location of the fort's magi on the notice board?

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: what about taiions black one??? o.0

 

[Dragonson]

OOC:
@Flat
Didn't you buy an egg?

@CC
You'd say its like a human without speech.

 

[The World Is Flat]

No i bought a little drake.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: I'm pretty sure you bught an egg.
And since it hatches soon anyway, i'm sure you will be glad that you did.
You see, while Mourg's drake fits him pretty well, yours probably wouldn't have fitted you if you'd have bought a drake.
Thing is: When you buy an egg, the drake inside gets time to fit itself with it's owner while he carries it around. = Instead of a ordinary drake you will get a drake that fits Taiion alot more.
I'm actually still abit surprised that nobody asked the diffrence of a drake and an egg whiel you were still at the shop.

 

[grygon]

"Taiion, huh? Never heard that name before, what is he, a half-elf? He seems... unusual."

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: lolz well if thats what it is then good i'm ok with that.

Taiion sighed. And set up another order to get the damned library under construction, and to get some more stoen brought in.

 

[Dragonson]

"Well, i'm not really sure what he is meself.
An elf, that's for sure, but i'm not sure what else he is."
The Barkeeper said, pondering.

 

[grygon]

"Hmm... well he doesn't seem very elfish, he seems good enough. You got any food in here?"

 

[Dragonson]

"Sure. We have lots of food.
Anything you fancy?"
The Barkeeper replied.

 

[grygon]

"Just bring me whatever the last person had." said Raylik

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Lucien groaned and half rolled, half fell off the bed with a deep thud. He blinked away the sleep from his eyes and dragged himself off the floor, anyone would have thought he'd been drinking the days away. As his eyes focussed, the dark oak floor swam into view, just in front of him lay a letter, signed by the Lord in charge of the Militia: Niahcluc

He groaned, as he pulled himself to his feet, limbs protesting. He quickly dressed into a spare shirt and breeches and swung his long black cloak over one arm, then the over. While fastening viper's scabbard to his belt he saw his reflection in the mirror. His skin was taut and pale, eyes bloodshot and hair greasy. He'd need to stop by a barrel or river to clean up. Quickly opening and reading the letter, he realised this would be easy enough to do along the way. "Best not be late", he said sarcasm evident within his voice. He set off downstairs.

 

[Dragonson]

The Barkeeper served Raylik some Rice and Chicken.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Reaching the foot of stairs, Lucien decided against breakfast - not wanting to push his luck he headed straight out the door, but not before noticing yet another stranger, sipping at some ale (and staring at Taiion), just like he had been the night before. Shaking his head at the strangeness of it all Lucien set off, heading west - hoping to catch up with the militia before noon.

 

[Dragonson]

Meanwhile, the Milita had found a wandering group of ghouls led by a mindless wraith.
So far, the group had made no signs of intending to attack.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Won't be responding for a hour.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Lucien had left the fort and was traversing a beaten path through the deserted land, he could see signs of previous conquests, carrion, corpses and burnt out homes were a common sight. He eventually found a remotely clean looking river and checking his privacy began to bath in his breeches (trousers!). Leaving Viper on the bank.

 

[grygon]

Raylik started eating the rice and chicken, and noticed someone running past him, but he didn't manage to see the persons face.

 

[grygon]

Raylik finished his rice and chicken. "So, what's happening around here? It looks like a whole new town is being built with all the construction going on" he asked the bartender

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Lucien, now clean as he could get, dragged himself out of the chilly water. He rebuckled Viper before even acknowledging his coat or shirt, after the donning of which he began his trek west once more, while tying his hair back into it's typical ponytail and scruffy bangs. "I'm not actually sure about wandering around out here alone..." he muttered to himself as he heard a piercing cry, followed by several howls. Shaking his head he carried on nonetheless, he had Viper with him if need be, but for the first time in a while that thought didn't bring any comfort.

 

[Dragonson]

Suddenly, Lucien saw what looked like a man in golden armour approaching.
He was walking like he was hurt, yet Lucien couldn't see his face.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
Also, is there any info on the location of the fort's magi on the notice board?

Mourg absentmindedly scratched his dragon's head while examining the notice board. There were fifteen magi in the city, and three of them had apprentices. Now to figure out where they were...

 

[grygon]

"Hey bartender? Hello?" said Raylik

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Sorry Gryg. Though next time, Remind me OOC, not IC.
I'l Reply in a sec to you guys. Just need to fix some stuf IRL.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Lucien frowned at the approaching man, he didn't look undead... but that didn't mean he was a friend either. Luckily there only appeared to be on of him and he was - apparently - wounded. Lucien approached the man, "Sir? Are you ok? May I know your name?".

 

[Fussiler1]

''Hm..'' he mumbled.
''Alright, form a spear wall.'' he commanded.
The militia formed a spearwall, and Niahcluc walked to the Undead group and taunted them.

 

[grygon]

OOC: Is everyone just waiting for dragonson?

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: I guess so... Not sure if I'm allowed to do the npc reactions to my char (I assume not). So until told otherwise, yeh I'll have to wait... I don't think you do at this moment in time though, try approaching one of the chars who is on-line and in the tavern?

 

[grygon]

OOC: Yeah, but I asked the bartender something, I guess I could just forget it but I didnt think it would take this long for him to reply. Ill wait a bit longer, then just see if anyone else wants to talk.