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Koga, the 'simple' battlemage runs near a group of adventurers, clapping his hands and yelling, "YAY HAAALO!"
Tripping over his magical spear of +8 Flame and +3 Damage, he gets up slowly and wonders aloud whether the adventurers are possible friends and if they would let him go with them to PWNz some noobs (Which are Ancient magic words meaning 'Purging vile trolls from the Earth,').
Koga might have not have been the sharpest sword in the scabbard, but he knew when duty called. For Koga was sent by his deity, Tol'rance, to fight the evil goblins, who were long ago summoned by a powerful, unholy priest named J'ak Tomson.
Tripping over his magical spear of +8 Flame and +3 Damage, he gets up slowly and wonders aloud whether the adventurers are possible friends and if they would let him go with them to PWNz some noobs (Which are Ancient magic words meaning 'Purging vile trolls from the Earth,').
Koga might have not have been the sharpest sword in the scabbard, but he knew when duty called. For Koga was sent by his deity, Tol'rance, to fight the evil goblins, who were long ago summoned by a powerful, unholy priest named J'ak Tomson.
Ishtul cursed as his first arrow narrowly missed his target: the only one who appeared awake enough to pose a threat. It was bad enough that the wolf had escaped earlier in the night. The Master had been quite clear to bring back its head, along with the others'.
He decided that "the others" would have to do.
Looking over his shoulder, he signaled his band of archers to continue firing. With the entire camp now on fire, there was no way the other adventurers would fail to notice them.
As soon as he had finished giving the order, his troops started to fall. Arrows seemed to fly from everywhere and nowhere all at once to bury themselves in the hearts of his men.
Ishtul looked back at the firey scene, convinced that he was about to see an entire battalion of archers facing him, only to notice one man: his original target, standing silently with a bow in his hands.
Just as Ishtul nocked another arrow to take down this persistant warrior, the man in question dropped his bow, brandished a dagger, and began charging up the hill on which Ishtul's archers had hidden themselves.
Realizing he would suffer many casualties in hand to hand combat with this band of warriors, Ishtul quickly ordered a full retreat. Loosing one last arrow into the fray, the archer turned and fled into the wilderness, knowing that the days ahead would offer him many more chances to enact his Master's vengeance on the fools who had dared to join up with His enemy: the cursed wolf man.
He decided that "the others" would have to do.
Looking over his shoulder, he signaled his band of archers to continue firing. With the entire camp now on fire, there was no way the other adventurers would fail to notice them.
As soon as he had finished giving the order, his troops started to fall. Arrows seemed to fly from everywhere and nowhere all at once to bury themselves in the hearts of his men.
Ishtul looked back at the firey scene, convinced that he was about to see an entire battalion of archers facing him, only to notice one man: his original target, standing silently with a bow in his hands.
Just as Ishtul nocked another arrow to take down this persistant warrior, the man in question dropped his bow, brandished a dagger, and began charging up the hill on which Ishtul's archers had hidden themselves.
Realizing he would suffer many casualties in hand to hand combat with this band of warriors, Ishtul quickly ordered a full retreat. Loosing one last arrow into the fray, the archer turned and fled into the wilderness, knowing that the days ahead would offer him many more chances to enact his Master's vengeance on the fools who had dared to join up with His enemy: the cursed wolf man.
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This rabid toilet is violating the RP rule, so no.Easykill said:
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And that howl, it was back. But this was a wind--well, more a ghoul's breath. A damp movement of smelly air. And it was dark, too. Something behind Grimjaws rattled, much as a dying man does.
And then, the darkness bit down.
Looks like fun, if we can get this somewhere. Lets see what you can do, gems. As for me, I'll be somewhere else and meet you guys later, methinks.
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With a cry and a satisfying 'thwock' Gremlin's axe took up residence in the head of a bear, and he cracked a grin as it went down. Best summed up by a pissed dwarf, Gremlin was a "Very angry short-arse", due to a combination of barbarian nature and halfling blood. Unfortunately his small stature played against him and the axe was torn from his grasp as the first bear went down, and the second began to charge him from the side with a roar.
Gremlin answered the roar with vigour and tore two throwing axes from his belt, hurling the first. It caught the bear in the leg and it stumbled, leaving gremlin enough time to neatly hack the back of its neck with the second.
Breathing heavily, Gremlin stepped back and surveyed the corpses with satisfaction. his stepped forwards, pulled the throwing axe from the second bear and his battleaxe from the first. He wiped the blood onto the beasts' fur and stepped over them. He grabbed the deer corpse the bears had been defending, and set about butchering the corpse. Once he had several cuts of choice meat, he slung them over his shoulder, gave a grunt of satisfaction and set off back into the woods.
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With a cry and a satisfying 'thwock' Gremlin's axe took up residence in the head of a bear, and he cracked a grin as it went down. Best summed up by a pissed dwarf, Gremlin was a "Very angry short-arse", due to a combination of barbarian nature and halfling blood. Unfortunately his small stature played against him and the axe was torn from his grasp as the first bear went down, and the second began to charge him from the side with a roar.
Gremlin answered the roar with vigour and tore two throwing axes from his belt, hurling the first. It caught the bear in the leg and it stumbled, leaving gremlin enough time to neatly hack the back of its neck with the second.
Breathing heavily, Gremlin stepped back and surveyed the corpses with satisfaction. his stepped forwards, pulled the throwing axe from the second bear and his battleaxe from the first. He wiped the blood onto the beasts' fur and stepped over them. He grabbed the deer corpse the bears had been defending, and set about butchering the corpse. Once he had several cuts of choice meat, he slung them over his shoulder, gave a grunt of satisfaction and set off back into the woods.
you could introduce your characters somewhere else entirely and turn up later? Adds a bit of variety... and more believable that adventurers would slowly gravitate as opposed to all turning up in the same inn at once.
(So, meanwhile...Singing Gremlin said:
The adventures of Melty Blood and Knights Templar?
I can dig it.)
If by "violating the rule" you mean how I "controlled" swift's character, everything I wrote that he did came straight from what he said he did in his last post. If that is considered unacceptable, I will restrain myself from doing so in future posts.
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Back at his camp, Ishtul surveyed his meager band of hired mercenaries with disgust.
"By the gods, a round dozen of you and you couldn't even kill a single one of their number?!"
One of his men stood up in defiance. "Well, sooorry, if we were a bit distracted once half of us were lying on the ground dead, with arrows flying 'round our heads. I must have been too busy trying not to die to take proper aim. I'll be sure to try harder next time."
The others winced at their partner's tenacity, wondering what would become of someone who spoke in such a tone to their employer: the dreaded Hunter, Ishtul.
"No need", said Ishtul, "your 'services' won't be required anymore. It is clear to me that I should have handled this on my own from the start. You are all dismissed!"
Sighing in relief, and knowing better than to openly defy a direct order from the Hunter, the remaining mercenaries stood up and walked off, mumbling angrily amongst themselves.
Ishtul stormed into his tent, throwing off his leather helmet, and collapsed onto his makeshift "bed". Why is it so hard to find good help these days? Realizing how cliche that sounded, he mentally reprimanded himself.
Lying on his back, Ishtul pondered how he would be able to defeat the band of adventurers on his own. As formidable an archer as he was, he doubted that he could kill all of them before he was run down himself. As thoughts tend to do, his started to wander. Why exactly did his Master want that wolf dead so badly? Why was the reward money so great that Ishtul could easily afford to hire a band of mercenaries to help him in his quest? He decided that it did not matter; his Master had willed the wolf to die, and Ishtul would be the hand to strike it down.
With these thoughts roaming about in his mind, he dropped into an uneasy sleep, awaiting whatever surprises the next day would hold for him as he acted out the whims of his Master.
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Back at his camp, Ishtul surveyed his meager band of hired mercenaries with disgust.
"By the gods, a round dozen of you and you couldn't even kill a single one of their number?!"
One of his men stood up in defiance. "Well, sooorry, if we were a bit distracted once half of us were lying on the ground dead, with arrows flying 'round our heads. I must have been too busy trying not to die to take proper aim. I'll be sure to try harder next time."
The others winced at their partner's tenacity, wondering what would become of someone who spoke in such a tone to their employer: the dreaded Hunter, Ishtul.
"No need", said Ishtul, "your 'services' won't be required anymore. It is clear to me that I should have handled this on my own from the start. You are all dismissed!"
Sighing in relief, and knowing better than to openly defy a direct order from the Hunter, the remaining mercenaries stood up and walked off, mumbling angrily amongst themselves.
Ishtul stormed into his tent, throwing off his leather helmet, and collapsed onto his makeshift "bed". Why is it so hard to find good help these days? Realizing how cliche that sounded, he mentally reprimanded himself.
Lying on his back, Ishtul pondered how he would be able to defeat the band of adventurers on his own. As formidable an archer as he was, he doubted that he could kill all of them before he was run down himself. As thoughts tend to do, his started to wander. Why exactly did his Master want that wolf dead so badly? Why was the reward money so great that Ishtul could easily afford to hire a band of mercenaries to help him in his quest? He decided that it did not matter; his Master had willed the wolf to die, and Ishtul would be the hand to strike it down.
With these thoughts roaming about in his mind, he dropped into an uneasy sleep, awaiting whatever surprises the next day would hold for him as he acted out the whims of his Master.
hell yeah. I haven't assigned myself to doing anything in particular so Gremlin the half-halfling barbarian could join you. Could make some pretty good backstory between the groups of adventurers, no?Melty Blood said:
While it seems we already have this, I figure I'll just transfer my character to this new 'server'. Behold Johanne Galt, an ordinary man who found a healin' machete and is now riding around atop a throng of zombies.
*Galt and his horde shuffle into the clearing where Gremlin had just slain the bear. With a quick slash of the machete and a few 'Barhahs!' Galt stops his group.*
"Oi! You'sa one dat's been killin all deese bears now? 'Ats 'ardly a good way ta make a livin'. Why don'ts you come along wif me now? I hear there's a whole bunch a trolls up in the mountains! Good for clobberin' an lootin says I!"
*Galt and his horde shuffle into the clearing where Gremlin had just slain the bear. With a quick slash of the machete and a few 'Barhahs!' Galt stops his group.*
"Oi! You'sa one dat's been killin all deese bears now? 'Ats 'ardly a good way ta make a livin'. Why don'ts you come along wif me now? I hear there's a whole bunch a trolls up in the mountains! Good for clobberin' an lootin says I!"
SwiftVengeance/ Rapid Toilet, you can control my battlemage (Koga) for a bit if you want to, as I won't be on for a few hours (lots of homework due in a few days), but I like where this story is going. Maybe they can meet up in Killion if you want. But its your choice.
Rapid Toilet, I'd just like to welcome you to the Escapist forums.
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Koga asks Swift if he can join under his command, stating that his magical spear and his scrolls can be of some use to the great archer.
>Does Swift accept?
>Does Swift decline, and force Koga to find another adventuring party?
>Does Swift kill Koga and loot his body, only to have Koga come back as a powerful lich?
Rapid Toilet, I'd just like to welcome you to the Escapist forums.
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Koga asks Swift if he can join under his command, stating that his magical spear and his scrolls can be of some use to the great archer.
>Does Swift accept?
>Does Swift decline, and force Koga to find another adventuring party?
>Does Swift kill Koga and loot his body, only to have Koga come back as a powerful lich?
Gremlin turned and regarded the decomposing posse with a raised eyebrow. "Who're you to tell me how to make a livin'?" he scoffed. "All o' your lot are dead!" He propped his axe against the ground and leant on it "but clobberin an lootin sounds good to me, I won't lie!"
He paused and leant forwards "But I ain't gonna be no zombie! I want loot, life, fight and booze. Waddya say?"
He paused and leant forwards "But I ain't gonna be no zombie! I want loot, life, fight and booze. Waddya say?"
I appreciate the welcome, but it's Rabid, not Rapid. (Why does everyone do that?)Kogarian said:
Anyway, maybe I will control your character for a while, I'll try not to make him dance naked in front of something, though it will take a bit of self control. As long as no one has any objections to me having two characters for a while.
you could be both? A rabidly rapid toilet? or a rapidly rabid toilet. Both sound pretty dubious but I'd pay to see that. From a safe distance. Welcome to the forums, anyway. Don't let the fact we haven't a teaspoon of sanity between us put you off.Rabid Toilet said: