Trollslottet - An Interactive RPG.
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"Ay! Sounds good, mate! Just hop on top'a me barhahs and we'll be off! I hear there's this village just outside o' da forest, Luskan or somethin'."Singing Gremlin said:
*Gremlin clambers up to the shoulder of a zombie, he see's Galt's built a crude litter for the ghouls to carry him on. He rolls a one on his 'let me on too' check and takes a piggy back ride on one of the zombies. With a quick slap of the machete, the ghouls trudge on towards the road. *
note to Gremlin: I'll be gone for a few days so feel free to control Galt, just keep him in the story and away from necrophiliacs.
OOC: I think this is going to be quite a fun sub-plot you know... Now I just need to catch up with what everyone else is doing so I can weave it in... ok, I think I'll just take us of a merry path of destruction and looting on the way to Luskan. Uhh, what is your character Galt? Looks like a chaotic to me, neutral? What race?
Edit: its just occured that I'm gonna be out for a couple days as well. Just pretend we're staggering north, looting villages as we go.
Edit: its just occured that I'm gonna be out for a couple days as well. Just pretend we're staggering north, looting villages as we go.
I figure he's just chaotic neutral. As for race I think a duo of marauding, Cockney halflings would fit in quite nicely.
OOC: Well, no one claimed the two that continued along the road so I got dibs.
As the duo continued north, they spied a small band of travellers. A quick mush with the machete drove the zombies forwards. Tragically, zombies cannot outpace a good horse and all attempts at contact were abortedwhen Galt realized his voice wouldn't carry. Just as suddenly as the two enigmatic travellers left over the horizon, a two guards stormed into view.
"You boys know which ways'a Luskan? Me mates and I're lookin' for some booze!" Galt shouted.
The guards, seemingly unnerved by the fact that a crowd of zombies greeted them, drew their swords and charged. What followed was bloody, short, and morbidly hilarious. The two were quickly converted into new zombies and Gremlin got a nice shield to sit on as well. Undaunted by this minimal setback, Galt and Gremlin decided that north was where the booze was, and set out.
OOC: Well, no one claimed the two that continued along the road so I got dibs.
As the duo continued north, they spied a small band of travellers. A quick mush with the machete drove the zombies forwards. Tragically, zombies cannot outpace a good horse and all attempts at contact were abortedwhen Galt realized his voice wouldn't carry. Just as suddenly as the two enigmatic travellers left over the horizon, a two guards stormed into view.
"You boys know which ways'a Luskan? Me mates and I're lookin' for some booze!" Galt shouted.
The guards, seemingly unnerved by the fact that a crowd of zombies greeted them, drew their swords and charged. What followed was bloody, short, and morbidly hilarious. The two were quickly converted into new zombies and Gremlin got a nice shield to sit on as well. Undaunted by this minimal setback, Galt and Gremlin decided that north was where the booze was, and set out.
Well, I'm back, although it doesn't look like many others are. I'll just have my guy continue on his lonely way for a while then.
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Ishtul followed the wolf's tracks for nearly an hour before finally collapsing from exhaustion. The pain from his wounds, coupled with his lack of sleep from the night before, was finally taking its toll on the Hunter.
Lying on his back, gasping for breath, Ishtul starts as he notices a sudden, wet sting on his cheek. Opening his eyes reveals a stormy, gray sky rolling in above him. Thunder cracks in the distance as the first wave of rain soon follows.
"Just my luck!", Ishtul thought to himself, "I'll have to spend the rest of the night cold and wet as well, not to mention the trail will wash away!". Though he wasn't much worried about the trail, as he knew which way it was headed, and doubted that his prey would leave the safety of the path, a case of pneumonia would not sit well with his wounds. Laboring himself into a sitting position, Ishtul quickly scans the surrounding forest, hoping for a place with at least a semblance of protection from the coming storm. Spying a nearby stone outcropping jutting from a cliff wall, he slowly dragged himself underneath it. Regretting that he had had to leave all of his posessions behind at the inn when he made his escape, he fashioned himself a make-shift pillow of sorts out of some nearby grass. Laying his head down for some much needed rest, Ishtul is quickly lulled to sleep by the sounds of the pattering of rain outside his lonely home for the night.
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Ishtul followed the wolf's tracks for nearly an hour before finally collapsing from exhaustion. The pain from his wounds, coupled with his lack of sleep from the night before, was finally taking its toll on the Hunter.
Lying on his back, gasping for breath, Ishtul starts as he notices a sudden, wet sting on his cheek. Opening his eyes reveals a stormy, gray sky rolling in above him. Thunder cracks in the distance as the first wave of rain soon follows.
"Just my luck!", Ishtul thought to himself, "I'll have to spend the rest of the night cold and wet as well, not to mention the trail will wash away!". Though he wasn't much worried about the trail, as he knew which way it was headed, and doubted that his prey would leave the safety of the path, a case of pneumonia would not sit well with his wounds. Laboring himself into a sitting position, Ishtul quickly scans the surrounding forest, hoping for a place with at least a semblance of protection from the coming storm. Spying a nearby stone outcropping jutting from a cliff wall, he slowly dragged himself underneath it. Regretting that he had had to leave all of his posessions behind at the inn when he made his escape, he fashioned himself a make-shift pillow of sorts out of some nearby grass. Laying his head down for some much needed rest, Ishtul is quickly lulled to sleep by the sounds of the pattering of rain outside his lonely home for the night.
OOC:
Perhaps I should try some random NPC'ing as well, seeing as my character is currently hiding under a cliff, and I don't know whether I should find Gems or not, since I'm not sure if he's here.
Perhaps I should try some random NPC'ing as well, seeing as my character is currently hiding under a cliff, and I don't know whether I should find Gems or not, since I'm not sure if he's here.
Fire fled from the city. "Fuck" he said "fuck, fuck fuck"! Why did he mkae such a rookie mistake, why the hell did he put his life behing learning information. He was hidden now, on a cliff face he had a view of the valley below but was also hidden by the rocks. He had made sure that everything was hidden and started observing whas was happening below. It was night but he could still see some things
It had appeared that Swift and a man he had nearly run over where together. Suddenly he saw a group of around 12 walking around. Two where up a head, prehaps scouts. Then he noticed what the scouts where doing. They where talking to a lone figure who lo......
"Holy shit" Fire said as he saw the figures rise from the ground. This day had just got much more interesting.
It had appeared that Swift and a man he had nearly run over where together. Suddenly he saw a group of around 12 walking around. Two where up a head, prehaps scouts. Then he noticed what the scouts where doing. They where talking to a lone figure who lo......
"Holy shit" Fire said as he saw the figures rise from the ground. This day had just got much more interesting.
I sort of am. I'll be really back in about three hours, so feel free to make pursuit.Rabid Toilet said:
A few days earlier...
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..."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!"
Luther, the one who had spoken out against the Hunter, grinded his teeth angrily, but, knowing better than to push his luck, turned on his heel and stalked off, quickly leaving the other mercenaries behind.
"Damnit," thought Luther, "that was the best paying job I've had all year, and I had to go and blow it!". It was always so with Luther, his quick temper and loud mouth getting him into much more trouble than they avoided. "How the hell am I supposed to afford to eat when I can never finish a job?", he wondered aloud, glaring at the heavens as if willing them to pose an answer to his query.
Eventually, Luther looked down and sighed. "Well, no matter. There's always someone in need of a hand for hire these days. Though I doubt they'll be able to pay nearly as much as Ishtul did...". Dismayed, Luther slung his broadsword over his shoulder, emitted one last, quiet sigh, and began the trek to the nearby town of Luskan, in search of new adventures.
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So, yeah. I don't know if anything is going to become of Luther, though I might start writing some adventures for him if the whole "getting the party together" thing isn't making some headway. I might even have him join said party later, if no one minds me having two main characters whom I control.
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Well Gems, in three hours it's going to be about 2 am here, and with school and all, I really can't keep doing this that late...
Damn time zones...
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..."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!"
Luther, the one who had spoken out against the Hunter, grinded his teeth angrily, but, knowing better than to push his luck, turned on his heel and stalked off, quickly leaving the other mercenaries behind.
"Damnit," thought Luther, "that was the best paying job I've had all year, and I had to go and blow it!". It was always so with Luther, his quick temper and loud mouth getting him into much more trouble than they avoided. "How the hell am I supposed to afford to eat when I can never finish a job?", he wondered aloud, glaring at the heavens as if willing them to pose an answer to his query.
Eventually, Luther looked down and sighed. "Well, no matter. There's always someone in need of a hand for hire these days. Though I doubt they'll be able to pay nearly as much as Ishtul did...". Dismayed, Luther slung his broadsword over his shoulder, emitted one last, quiet sigh, and began the trek to the nearby town of Luskan, in search of new adventures.
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So, yeah. I don't know if anything is going to become of Luther, though I might start writing some adventures for him if the whole "getting the party together" thing isn't making some headway. I might even have him join said party later, if no one minds me having two main characters whom I control.
Edit:
Well Gems, in three hours it's going to be about 2 am here, and with school and all, I really can't keep doing this that late...
Damn time zones...
OOC: We need structure. While it is fun just to run around and have adventures it seems like everyone is just doing there own thing and not furthering the over all quest to get to trollslottet.
OOC:
Yeah, that's the problem I was referring to earlier. My archer is ready and waiting to provide challenges for you guys to overcome... just as soon as you all somehow meet up and start heading to trollslottet. I think the main problem is that we aren't all on at the same time, leading to whoever is on having to make their own character do something, without really interacting with the AFK characters.
Yeah, that's the problem I was referring to earlier. My archer is ready and waiting to provide challenges for you guys to overcome... just as soon as you all somehow meet up and start heading to trollslottet. I think the main problem is that we aren't all on at the same time, leading to whoever is on having to make their own character do something, without really interacting with the AFK characters.
OCC: My guy can get that done. But first ask GEMS if he has any plans, dont want to mess things up for him.
As Cpt. Jenkins and his men road for Luskan a tall figure clad in shining plate.
"Hold men, I require your help."
Cpt. Jenkins brought his soldiers to a stop. This tall heavily armored man was clearly a knight, not just any knight the dawn symbol on his shield marked him as a paladin of Lathander. All of this was good, Lathander is enemy of the undead.
Cpt. Jenkins was not going to be the great hero he wished to be. Putting his disappointment aside he briefed the knight, who revealed himself to be named Templar on the necromancer he had encounter up the road.
Templar frowned for a second before pulling the two-handed sword on his back out of its scabbard, just enough to see the blade. The metal glowed ghostly white-blue slowly getting brighter.
"Those beasts are getting closer" Templar said almost to himself. "And here I was thinking free knights have no fun".
Templar pulled out a cross bow from a pouch at his side. Jenkins men stared wide eyed; the bag was bigger in the inside than the outside.
"Give me your horse captain and return to what you were doing, follow or not it's up to you".
Jenkins opened his mouth to protest, but four words from Templar removed any doubt that the paladin was an army man, and in charge.
"That was an order."
Templar moved his new horse along the road, cross bow ready to fire at his side.
As Cpt. Jenkins and his men road for Luskan a tall figure clad in shining plate.
"Hold men, I require your help."
Cpt. Jenkins brought his soldiers to a stop. This tall heavily armored man was clearly a knight, not just any knight the dawn symbol on his shield marked him as a paladin of Lathander. All of this was good, Lathander is enemy of the undead.
Cpt. Jenkins was not going to be the great hero he wished to be. Putting his disappointment aside he briefed the knight, who revealed himself to be named Templar on the necromancer he had encounter up the road.
Templar frowned for a second before pulling the two-handed sword on his back out of its scabbard, just enough to see the blade. The metal glowed ghostly white-blue slowly getting brighter.
"Those beasts are getting closer" Templar said almost to himself. "And here I was thinking free knights have no fun".
Templar pulled out a cross bow from a pouch at his side. Jenkins men stared wide eyed; the bag was bigger in the inside than the outside.
"Give me your horse captain and return to what you were doing, follow or not it's up to you".
Jenkins opened his mouth to protest, but four words from Templar removed any doubt that the paladin was an army man, and in charge.
"That was an order."
Templar moved his new horse along the road, cross bow ready to fire at his side.
OOC: What we need to do is put behind past agenda's and meet up. And then we can make someone who controls the party movements as a hole. That way we don't just keep running around in circles and actually end up going somewhere while still being able to chose our actions.
OOC:
Unfortunately, "past agendas" in my case means school, which I can't exactly put off. I am, however, free just about any other time, and if someone wants to take care of the party and get this thing going somewhere, that's fine by me. We'll just have to wait until others get on to read this, and hopefully be able to come up with some sort of a plan. This does seem like it would be a lot of fun, and I really hope it doesn't die off...
Unfortunately, "past agendas" in my case means school, which I can't exactly put off. I am, however, free just about any other time, and if someone wants to take care of the party and get this thing going somewhere, that's fine by me. We'll just have to wait until others get on to read this, and hopefully be able to come up with some sort of a plan. This does seem like it would be a lot of fun, and I really hope it doesn't die off...
Fire climbed down from his hidding spot in the Cliff. He noticed a knight steal a horse from a guard captain. After he witnessed this he decided it would be a perfect time to slip from the cliffs unnoticed. he lead his horse down about a mile behind where the encounter with the guards and a strange knight took place. He rode at a slow pace towards the company of Guardsmen.
"Howdy" He called out. A cold stare and a fierce stance was their reply.
"It seems like a bad habit to travel the country side whithout a trustworth steed" he said to the leader of the company. This was rewarded with a stare that would freeze hell.
"I'm chasing after a knight who is suspected of heresy" Fire lied "have you seen any knights in these lands. The guard made a wicked smile, glad that revenge would be had on the man who stole his hourse.
"Why yes stranger, I meet a knight just half a mile along this road. I think he might be the one your looking forward"
Fire said a quick thankyou to the guards and declined his numerous offers to help and rode to the top of a hill, trying to get a good view off the knight and hopefully a new companion. Fire needed someone who could hold his own in a fight.
Fire climbed the hill and could see in the distance a lone figure on the Captain's horse. This time there would be no lies and spying. Fire had failed in finding swift and was now thinking how he could fix that problem.
He would need to go against his nature and trust these men....
"Howdy" He called out. A cold stare and a fierce stance was their reply.
"It seems like a bad habit to travel the country side whithout a trustworth steed" he said to the leader of the company. This was rewarded with a stare that would freeze hell.
"I'm chasing after a knight who is suspected of heresy" Fire lied "have you seen any knights in these lands. The guard made a wicked smile, glad that revenge would be had on the man who stole his hourse.
"Why yes stranger, I meet a knight just half a mile along this road. I think he might be the one your looking forward"
Fire said a quick thankyou to the guards and declined his numerous offers to help and rode to the top of a hill, trying to get a good view off the knight and hopefully a new companion. Fire needed someone who could hold his own in a fight.
Fire climbed the hill and could see in the distance a lone figure on the Captain's horse. This time there would be no lies and spying. Fire had failed in finding swift and was now thinking how he could fix that problem.
He would need to go against his nature and trust these men....
Well, Fire, at the moment it's working. What we have is what literary fags (officially stolen--thanks!) call a "microcosm". Everyone's basically interacting as if they were the first person, but the third-person perspective of the authors lets us directionalise things.Fire Daemon said:
So far, I've been sitting around meditating on the Skymirror waiting for RT to show up. However, there's another entourage stalking him, and stalking his stalkers ETC. Things are working out.
Plus, it's going to be really boring to just rush towards Trollslottet. I find it much more interesting to see how the various characters interact, and how the author's omniscience is influencing that behaviour.
So yeah, the vague direction is Trollslottet, but what's wrong with a few sidequests? As some other "players" have noticed, you can create NPC troupes to interact with the characters. I've even got Fimbul squirreled away for later.
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As Fire got the men-at-arms to turn for 3rd time that night they were greeted by a miraculous sight.
Templar had halted some twenty meters from the advancing undead, he voice cut the early night air in a chant. He finished, and the sun rose. Two zombies lay on the ground the lower half of there bodies charred and unmoving, one clawed along the ground still seeking its target and the others had simply stopped existing. The light of the sun faded and it was night again.
Drawing his massive two handed sword Templar pointed at the final zombie, its glow turned to a shining light. With a lazy flick, as if the sword was air, the last zombie fell truly dead.
Templar looked down at his cross bow, "I never get to use my cross bow" he stated disappointed.
The zombies master temporally forgotten, the knight spun his sword cleaning it in the process.
OCC: the sword is holy avenger. So if somebody evil goes near my guy, the sword will know.
Templar had halted some twenty meters from the advancing undead, he voice cut the early night air in a chant. He finished, and the sun rose. Two zombies lay on the ground the lower half of there bodies charred and unmoving, one clawed along the ground still seeking its target and the others had simply stopped existing. The light of the sun faded and it was night again.
Drawing his massive two handed sword Templar pointed at the final zombie, its glow turned to a shining light. With a lazy flick, as if the sword was air, the last zombie fell truly dead.
Templar looked down at his cross bow, "I never get to use my cross bow" he stated disappointed.
The zombies master temporally forgotten, the knight spun his sword cleaning it in the process.
OCC: the sword is holy avenger. So if somebody evil goes near my guy, the sword will know.
OOC: might as well get a decent pillage in before I leave. Gonna be out for two nights, so unless Galt is talking, leave us alone. Though we'll be heading to Luskan, so feel free to mention spotting a gaggle of zombies and two pissed halflings on the horizon.
As the herd of corpses, complete with Gremlin and Galt, wound its way slowly north, a small village came into view. Gremlin nudged Galt and pointed, And they both set about changing course, easier said than done with zombies.
At the outskirts the two dismounted, and held a quick conference. "Let's get in there, an' start lootin'!" Was Gremlin's contribution. Galt gave a non-committal wiggle of his head "a'right, but ay, listen up. Try not an' kill anyone, right? Lootin's one thing, an' a good brawl is fun, but a pillage ain't so likely to get the guards out as mass murder, yeah?"
Gremlin nodded. He drew his axe, took up position with Galt at the front of the zombies, and slapped one round the head. "Charge!" he yelled, and the group broke into a lurching lope, with extra groans and squelching noises from the zombies. The villagers scattered as they entered town, screaming as they tried to get indoors. Leaving the group Gremlin barrelled towards a the first house he saw, and in true barbarian style, dived through the window.
As he gave a roar of satisfaction a man, presumably the owner of the house, ran at him and swung a punch. Gremlin nimbly dodged and headbutted the man in return. At this point his wife, who had snuck up behind Gremlin, battered him round the back of the head with a frying pan. His eyes crossed as he reeled from the pain of the blow and the cliche, but he span and nobbled her with the hilt of his axe. Staggering towards the door, he swiped a bottle of mead from the table and took a swig. "S'better!" he muttered. He kicked the door down.
Outside the guards were fighting Galt and the zombies with minimal effect. The zombies were being remarkably hard to kill and Galt was braining the captain of the guard with the hilt of his machete. Gremlin grinned and beckoned a few zombies into the house to start looting.
Two hours later, about one and a half miles up the road, Gremlin and Galt were staggering along, drunk out of their minds, singing very crude songs. Gremlin paused for a moment and looked back at the zombies. After the looting, several had casks of drink strapped to them, and nearly all had assorted bits of loot they managed to pick up with their flailing limbs. This included several weapons held the wrong way round and several zombies wearing jewellery. Gremlin also noted there seemed to be more of them. "Ere, Boss" he slurred "I fink... I fink yer zombies didn't manage not ter kill people that well?"
As the herd of corpses, complete with Gremlin and Galt, wound its way slowly north, a small village came into view. Gremlin nudged Galt and pointed, And they both set about changing course, easier said than done with zombies.
At the outskirts the two dismounted, and held a quick conference. "Let's get in there, an' start lootin'!" Was Gremlin's contribution. Galt gave a non-committal wiggle of his head "a'right, but ay, listen up. Try not an' kill anyone, right? Lootin's one thing, an' a good brawl is fun, but a pillage ain't so likely to get the guards out as mass murder, yeah?"
Gremlin nodded. He drew his axe, took up position with Galt at the front of the zombies, and slapped one round the head. "Charge!" he yelled, and the group broke into a lurching lope, with extra groans and squelching noises from the zombies. The villagers scattered as they entered town, screaming as they tried to get indoors. Leaving the group Gremlin barrelled towards a the first house he saw, and in true barbarian style, dived through the window.
As he gave a roar of satisfaction a man, presumably the owner of the house, ran at him and swung a punch. Gremlin nimbly dodged and headbutted the man in return. At this point his wife, who had snuck up behind Gremlin, battered him round the back of the head with a frying pan. His eyes crossed as he reeled from the pain of the blow and the cliche, but he span and nobbled her with the hilt of his axe. Staggering towards the door, he swiped a bottle of mead from the table and took a swig. "S'better!" he muttered. He kicked the door down.
Outside the guards were fighting Galt and the zombies with minimal effect. The zombies were being remarkably hard to kill and Galt was braining the captain of the guard with the hilt of his machete. Gremlin grinned and beckoned a few zombies into the house to start looting.
Two hours later, about one and a half miles up the road, Gremlin and Galt were staggering along, drunk out of their minds, singing very crude songs. Gremlin paused for a moment and looked back at the zombies. After the looting, several had casks of drink strapped to them, and nearly all had assorted bits of loot they managed to pick up with their flailing limbs. This included several weapons held the wrong way round and several zombies wearing jewellery. Gremlin also noted there seemed to be more of them. "Ere, Boss" he slurred "I fink... I fink yer zombies didn't manage not ter kill people that well?"
Fire stared at the sword. It was the first time he had ever questioned his morality. He had done many evil deeds over his life but it was all part of the job. Whithout him the world would be a much darker place.
Slowly he dismounted and walked towards the Knight, awed by the blade he could only say "uhhh sup dude".
Slowly he dismounted and walked towards the Knight, awed by the blade he could only say "uhhh sup dude".