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Keksimaton
Keksimaton


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Supreme Hero
Talk to the hand
posted July 23, 2008 03:59 PM bonus applied by Mytical on 23 Dec 2008.
Edited by Keksimaton at 16:00, 23 Jul 2008.

The Quest for the Armaments of God (RP)

In a tavern in the eastern parts of Left-Earth there was lots of drinking and cheering and chattering. Everyone was talking about the legend of Barry the Combat Defender, the Armaments of God and how the large amounts of people have gone off searching for it after it was announced that this is the time when it will be found. People were also talking of the more high profile people who are searching for the Armaments such as the great necromancer lord from the north-west.

But outside the tavern there was a bard known as "Jeremy the Toneless" who just recently had been thrown out of the tavern due to his very bad performance. He wiped some dirt off his clothes and then looked at the formerly great city of Agliath that he could see at the other end of the road. Jeremy thought aloud by himself: "I really need to work on my singing. A few more (or better) original songs and stories wouldn't hurt either."

Sitting down in the front of a nearby tree, Jeremy pondered where to go next.
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Lexxan
Lexxan


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Unimpressed by your logic
posted July 23, 2008 04:18 PM
Edited by Lexxan at 16:18, 23 Jul 2008.

It was 35th of Anliel 15964, and I thought that it was about time to go. "My decision is fixed, Lunien." I said. I looked into the eyes of the Elven servant, who was assigned to guard me. "Now my mother is dead, and I never know who my father is. I want to find him."
-"But how, Master?, it was a century ago, you're never going to find him." Lunien replied.

"Lunien," I said. "I have a name. That is enough for me to find him." I winked, and Lunien seemed to less disstressed.
-"Yes master," she said. "Good Luck and May Elendil guide you."
"Bye my friend."

I put my hood on and strapped my bag around my shoulder. I picked up my staff, which was said to be an heirloom of my father's.

"Farewell."

I left the Elven Fortress of Flowa-Sniffle that day, and had no idea where to go. My instincts told me to head East...

I had'nt marches a mile untill I heard a low voice behind me:
"Ahnd Weir do ya thenk ye'r gowin', red roiding hooddie?"
...
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DagothGares
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No gods or kings
posted July 23, 2008 04:53 PM
Edited by DagothGares at 14:44, 24 Jul 2008.

Life sure isn't easy on the elven border, nowadays. Adventurers, pillagers and treasure hunters pass by to find the so-called armaments of God. My only way of getting around is stealing what's left on the road.

I decided to pass the last vestige of elven art and architecture, before I went to the human city of Agliath. The elven fortress of Flowa-sniffle was, aside from that god-awful name, a place of tranquility, just like most places created by elves. It was beautiful, but it wasn't my place and never will be. I sighed and followed the road. In front of me, I saw a noble... Or at least someone who could afford to have magic items equipped. just when I was thinking of cutting his purse, I saw a big bloke jump out of the bushes and hold him still...

This man was someone who gave rogues a bad name. He spoke in a god-awful dialect... But that isn't important. I'll just sit this one out. If they start fighting, I could still rob the winner and if the red cloak gave in, I could still stalk the bandit down...

This day might prove to give me something, at last...
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Oscarius
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posted July 23, 2008 05:50 PM
Edited by Oscarius at 17:51, 23 Jul 2008.

I was working in the mine as usual, from the rise of the sun til the bats made it impossible to work, Rodan made a joke and all in our working team laughed silently. Any loud noice would disturb the gaurds, evryone knew what will happen then.
We continued to work when suddenly Matkh pickaxe got stuck in between some rocks, he cursed under his breath on his strange languege. He got the pickaxe loose when we heard a creaking noise, suddenly the roof of the cave fell down upon us.

After some time, I didnt know how much, I woke up. Hearing voices nearby, I open my eyes, It was leader of the cursed devils that held us hear, Matwe a darkelf underling who got here just becoese his sister. I heard his voice clearly.

"How is the situation here then?" he asked his bootlick, Sanrech, an ex-wizard with no morale.

"Well, sire" He said with his distugin voice."It seems all the slaves are dead, under this rubble, he-he"

"FOOL, dont laugh when my property is gone" Matwe roared out.

"Dont worry, sire we've got a new shipment arriving sone"

I couldnt hear the continue of the talk as they walked away.
I cried bitter tears when the ground started to shake.
Light soered in thruegh a hole nearly blinding me, the hole wasent big but i thougt i could get trough. I twisted my way to the hole and maneged to make it out. My leg was injured and I couldnt see on one eye, But the god had showed my mercy, I lived and I was FREE.


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Keksimaton
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Talk to the hand
posted July 24, 2008 12:57 AM

Pale and trembling with fear, Jeremy was on his knees on a dark spire in the mountains. Surrounded by acolytes and undead minions he was facing the Necromancer Lord, Kelthraias. "I have been looking for someone alike you for a long time Jeremy," said the Necromancer in a cold, lifeless, but obviously pleased voice. He was answered only by a fearful stare from Jeremy, but the Necromancer didn't seem to care and continued: "Your's is a voice truly capable striking fear into the hearts of the people of Left-Earth and thus making you perfect for what I have in mind for you... Though your body may not house too much of physical strenght, you have a gift in in your voice and I would say that you have magical prowess as well, but you have not had the training to use it and we shure are able to fix both of those flaws." "W-w-what do you want from m-me?" said Jeremy in a very, very fearful, paniced and weak voice and was answered by the necromancer: "I have come to you with a proposition. Become the one who I send to all of my important missions, my right hand. Become my Herald of Death and spread fear across the land!" Said the necromancer confidently and excitedly. Then the necromancer reached his hand at Jeremy and said: "All you have to do for now is to take my hand." Not shure of what he was supposed to do, Jeremy started to extend his arm towards the necromancer's open hand and trembled in fear more than he ever knew possible. The necromancer smiled a cold, lifeless smile as Jeremy grabbed his hand.

Jeremy opened his eyes and his heart was beating wildly, all of his senses sharpened. He did not dare to move for a while and observed his surroundings. He felt relieved, It was only a dream. He thought that he must have fallen asleep in front of the tree when he was lost in thought. Jeremy also noticed that night had fallen and he decided to go back to the tavern and get a room for the night so he doesn't catch a cold or get robbed during the night. "What a disturbing nightmare," he thought.
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Lexxan
Lexxan


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Unimpressed by your logic
posted July 25, 2008 07:32 PM

"Who is this?" I said, as I wheeled round, to see who had spoken to me

Who Dares to call me "Red Riding Hoodie?"
"Ai do" the voice said, and out of the bushes came a Dwarf, who was pointing a crossbow straight to my heart. "Now, ye geive yer munney or feel moi steng."
I started to laugh. Didn't the Dwarf realise that he had no chance?
"Yeah right, pal, I will give you a great beating, and then we'll see if you can have my "munney"."
-"Or ye mucking me?"
"Well, if you like to hear that word, yes"
"Ye sholl DAI than!!!!"
The Dwarf aimed his crossbow at my heart and was ready to fire. I suddenly waved by hands and yelled "ELENDIL!!". A hellisch light emerged from my handpalm blinding the dwarf
"AAAAAAARGH"
Five seconds later I was poining the Dwarf's crossbow at it's owner.
"Now I think I am the only who will threaten. I'm not a murderer though. You'll live, go away and don't even dare to mug a traveller once again".
I released him, but istead of running away, the Dwarf stared my right in the eye and said:"Ai uwn ye moi loif, Half-elf. Dworven lows baind me to ye, saier. Ellowe me to eccompaneh yee oopon ye quest." I hesitated. Dwarves were know enemies to the Elven, could I trust this one? I've heard of the Honourability of the Dwarves before, and I decide I'd wager it. Besides, having a rogue as a companion might come in handy.

"Alright, I accept, but tell me Rogue, who is the Dwarf that is now my companion?"
"Me neighme is Grimsten Hallbard, Saier" the Dwarf said, "But yee may coll me Grim"
"Welcome on board, Grim, Welcome on board"

TO BE CONTINUED
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DagothGares
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No gods or kings
posted July 25, 2008 08:19 PM

I would've never guessed this outcome...

It seems that I won't be able to take any cloaks, today... Ow well, I decided to follow up on this group. The dwarf wouldn't notice me... I hope...

I wondered what the hell I was going to do, actually...

I decided to take the walking route and eventually meet up with these travellers, inconspicuously, of course.

Later that evening, I walked into their small improvised camp. I greeted the dwarf and the (elf?) other person with a smile: "Hello, my name is Robert. Nice to meet you. Uhmm... Can I please wake here? I have some gold."

The Dwarf looked a bit suspicious at me... Did I encounter him, before?
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Lexxan
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posted July 25, 2008 08:29 PM
Edited by Lexxan at 20:34, 25 Jul 2008.

"Ye doon't heppen to be Robbart, da Slai do ya?

"As a mather of fact I do" Robert replied "and you are?"
"Grim Halberd. Wi or membars of da seighm Teev's Gild. Ye knowe, da Goulden Gontlet."
"Of Course Grim Halberd, my fellow thief from the Golden Gauntlet! How is all going?"
"Not too bast maitee, as ye hov STOOLEN oll me munney fram me, ye Bak-stebbin' Teev!!!"
Grim leaped at Robert, who evaded him with great ease.
"Ah yes, Grimesby, I did, but you understand to you, it was out of nessecity..."
"Geev it bak orr AI'l hitt ye OWT OF NASSECITY!!!" Grim roared "Thees wur me last pessesions ye scarvy dawg!!!"
Grim picked up his axe and assaulted Robert who, wisely enough, fled from the scene. I wished to ask Grim what that as all about, but all he said was "Soilens, Noit!"

I knew that this wouldn't be the last time I would hear of Rober the Sly.

IC: @ Dagoth, now I hope the Robert will stop stalking Grim, but one day he might join the party (but not today ) Once Grim forgives him
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Oscarius
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posted July 25, 2008 09:23 PM
Edited by Oscarius at 21:24, 25 Jul 2008.

I stumbled down the hillside, my leg hurted and it could bearly move, and a wave of pain started when I put down my foot but I had to get down.I had seen a river down there and I had to get there, both to wash of dirt, and blood.
I got out and looked around, nobody was there, but why would they, they thought me dead. Just as thet thought crossed my mind I tought of my father. If he thought that I was dead he might kill himself.
He lost my mother 3 months ago and now me. I couldnt think so, first river then I must try to find some allies. And clear that ratinfested hell-hole. When I got down to the river I jumped in, not caring of clothes or anything like that. After I washed the worst part of the 3-weeks lair of filth on me I examined my injuries.
Exept some minor bruces and cuts, my main concern was my leg and left eye.
The leg was badly injured, but not broken, even if the fleshwound was very deep, It wasn't large. I could make a bandage and cover it up, but the rest was up to the destiny. But even if I cleaned had myself I still couldn't see on my eye, I didn't bleed or anything like that, I could open and close it but not see.
I sieghed for myself and started  to get up, when I suddenly stopped.
Deep in my wound something glitered. When I got it out, remarkably without any greater pain, I saw that it was a solid rock of the yellow type, that they call gold.
I knew it was worth much, as it was as big as my fist. I laughed for myself and thought that I was lucky once again. I got up, I hidden the rock inside my shirt and headed for the mainroad, the one who crosses the country.
If I couldn't find help anywhere near that I couldn't find it at all.
 

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posted July 26, 2008 06:22 AM

At a tavern in a local town, a dirty looking man stumbles out the doors. Without a moment’s hesitation, he gains whatever form of movement he can work out, fleeing from the area as another man throws open the door in pursuit.

The dirty man runs and runs, doing what he can to get away. The second man, who looks as though he belongs to some local holy order, presses on, not giving up on the chase. Every turn that’s made, both make. Every alley that’s travelled, both travel. The dirty man just can’t seem to lose the holy one.

Eventually, they both end up running out of the town, into the wild. The dirty one runs for a group of trees, seeking a place to hide. The holy man follows, close behind, searching behind several trees, searching for the dirty one. Finally, he looks around one, finding a toad sitting on the ground below. It hopes away, seeming to be startled at the human’s sudden appearance. The holy man kneels down, talking kind words to the little animal. Continually watching for the dirty man, he pick up the toad, being friends with nature. However, this little thing of nature wasn’t going to be so kind. The toad begins to do something which resembles the casting of a spell; a puzzling action, to this holy man. He just looks on, dumbfounded. As the toad stops, it shoots out its tongue, hitting the man in the eye. Negative energy comes over the holy man, causing him to fall to the earth.

The toad hops away a few feet, shifting into the form of the dirty man, grinning at the fact that what he wanted from the very encounter at the tavern going as he had desired all along. Leaving the body where it lay, he walks back toward town, shifting his look to something that no one would recognize him as.
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Keksimaton
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Talk to the hand
posted July 26, 2008 01:44 PM

Jeremy had left the tavern a while ago and was well on his way on the sunny road away from Agliath and hoping to run into some adventurers and travelers who could share their stories and maybe even apreciate his "talents".

Walking at a rather sluggish pace and playing his lute, Jeremy was thinking of stopping to eat something from his small backpack and wait for someone to pass by for he doesn't dare to go too far for he is afraid of bandits and maybe some monsters that might cross the road for some reason. (Thats right, he truly is one huge chicken/coward.)

Then he heard some very heavy breathing coming from the side of the road. Jeremy thought that someone was obviously in there and very tired went to see if he could help him out.

When he went behind some of the bushes he could see a wounded and weary looking lizard-man who obviously was about to collapse. Jeremy rushed to him and gave him some of his water and asked: "What happened to you?!"
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What if Elvin was female?
posted July 26, 2008 02:32 PM bonus applied by Mytical on 09 Nov 2008.
Edited by JoonasTo at 23:00, 27 Jul 2008.

Two priest are drivin in a bull carriage along the mainroad in the diminishing light after sunset. The other one is still a novice around twenty while the other one is already past his eighties.

"Why did we leave with such hurry ,Abbot Jeremiah?", the younger asks.
"I already told you son. It is time for your initiation to the Brotherhood of Tyr. For that we need a true temple of Tyr."
"Wouldn't the monastery chapel have been sufficient? I didn't even get to go inside to gather my belongings when you already lifted me on. Why such hurry, respected Abbot?"
"It is appropriate to be such nosy, my son."
"But..."
"SILENCE, JONATHAN!", the Abbot roars. He glances suspiciously at the surrounding trees.
"This is far enough. We shall camp here for the night.", he stops the carriage.
"There's a river not far from here. I'll go get us some water. Make us a fire for the night, son."
"Yes, Abbot Jeremiah.", he starts setting up a campfire. There is a glimpse of a white smile on the branches of a nearby tree.

When Abbot Jeremiah get's out of hearing distance of the camp he drops on his knees on a meadow and starts shouting at the sky and the moon.
"WHY TYR, WHY? WHAT HAVE WE EVER DONE WRONG? WHY DIDN'T YOU PROTECT US? WHY HAVE WE LOST YOUR FAVOR?"
An eerie silence lands. This seems to calm down the old man, who continues but now in a more silent voice.
"I'm sorry I let you down my god but I just couldn't stay there. The bodies...", the old man breaks in tears. When he manages to stop sobbing he continues.
"...the bodies, they reminded me too much of my wife and family when, when...", again he starts sobbing. This time he keeps crying for a good while. Then he raises up and wipes off his tears.
"I'm too old for this. Why can't I just lay down?"
A dark, soft, tempting voice comes from behind him.
"That can be arranged.", the voice freezes Jeremiah in his place. A beautiful woman with long black hair in a black cape with red embroidings walks out of the shadows to the moonlight.
"Jeremiah, long time no see.", a silence endures.

"What's wrong? Why won't you turn to greet the person to whom who swore lifelong dedication to?", slowly the old man turns around his face white as snow.
"You.", with a trembling voice he continues.
"What in Tyr's name are you?", the woman let's out a slight tingling laughter sending chills down the old man's spine.
"I thought you would have figured it out by now, Jeremiah. I was told that you were smart."
"A vampire!"
"Well, well you aren't completely brain dead after all. By the way how are your nights, sleeping well? They say it is good for the mind.", The nightmares, which haunt Jeremiah every night, fill his mind and the old man drops back at his knees. The woman let's out another laughter that echoes in the forest.
"I'm glad that you haven't completely forgotten me, Jeremiah. It's time you came true on you promise. I'm here to collect."
"What could you possibly want from a broken old man? You've already taken everything from me. My family is long gone, I don't have any valuables and you killed all of my brothers in the monastery.", Shariya walks to Jeremiah, slides her smooth, cold hand on the old man's wrinkly cheek and leans forward to whisper to his left ear.
"Not all of your brothers.", the old man's eyes open wide as she continues.
"But don't worry. I'll take good care of the young Jonathan." , her mouth turns into a smile revealing long fangs. Before the old man has time to do anything Shariya sinks her fangs deep into his neck.

The blood pours into my mouth as my teeth pierce the man's skin. A feeling of lust, passion, pleasure and power fills my every cell as I swallow it amain. I embrace the feelings as the old man's heart keeps pumping me more and more. When the stream finally subsides I lick the blood off my lips and let his lifeless body fall down. For a moment I just stand still and enjoy the feeling in the moonlight. Then I head off. It's time to collect the last part of his debt.
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Lexxan
Lexxan


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Unimpressed by your logic
posted July 26, 2008 02:34 PM
Edited by Lexxan at 14:36, 26 Jul 2008.

The Next Morning...

"En' wot or we sapposed to sake, Masta Borris? Joowelrey, gould, treshure?" Grim asked as we packed up camp.
"Eh... My father" I replied.
"Aw, Moradin's Hamma, not enoter of toose doft ediots! Wot yer ege, laddie?"
"My age? I'm around one-hundred and eleven, but what..."
"WON HANDRED AHND EELEVAN ??" Grim interrupted me, obviouslmy strook with surprise. "Laddie, don' ye knaw tha' Hoomans don' becahme oulder tha' nainty ?"
"What?" I said, "Is that true, why did no one tell"
"Ye sa'd ye groow ap at the pansey fartress of Flouwa-Sneffla, di' ye lern enething abou' the Hoomans?"
"Well, I" I stammered
"Jast as Ai toht" Grim said, as he clearly understood what I was trying to say
"Bat, wot or ye gowin' to doo naw?"
"I..." I hesitated. My father would have been, dead, but his kin wouldn't...
"I'm going to find my father's family"
"Grim snorted
"Varry wel, Le's goo ten"
"Wait... Are you going with me?"
"Of carse, laddie. I hav an outh to pladge, haven' Ai ?"
I smiled
"Of course Grim, let's get moving."
"Fer honoor en' famley."

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Oscarius
Oscarius


Famous Hero
*sleepy*
posted July 26, 2008 02:43 PM

Just after I had left the river I noticed something was wrong. May leg ached even more and I started to feel warm, I started to see double. My simple container for the water broke shortly after I started. After a few miles I collapsed, I woke up later on and heard a sound. It was the sound of a lute-player. I tried to make a sound but the only thing I could't it. Somehow he heard me and gave me some water. I had never tasted something so dilicios, he also gave me a little piece of bread, and he started to ask me were I came from and how I came here.
I told him how and he started to pale, quickly swithing subject as he seemed disturbed, I asked him "So what are you doing here then?"
 
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Lexxan
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Unimpressed by your logic
posted July 26, 2008 03:40 PM

"Grim, does the name "Lakely mean something to you?"

"Nohw, Laddie. Woi?"
"My mother said that that was my father's name, just before she died.
"Leykley, ah?. Tha' neighme isn' tha' cummon."
"I have no idea where I should search for it. Do you know where?"
"Ai? Aye, Ai 'av en oidia. Da neeres' hooman cittey, Athakthla, is unley a fyew moiles fram 'ere. Thars a Teev's gild duwn thar, so we moight faind sum informeshon, abou' yer daddey."
"Good Idea, Grim."
After a hike of 5 miles we arrived at Athkathla. I never had been in a Human city before. It's architecture was menacing and cold, the population busy and burgoing, extremely unlike the organicness and serenity of Elven towns like Flowa-Sniffla.
Suddenly, a small person popped out of the crowd. This person was about 3.5 feet tall, wore long orange robes (which indicated he was either a Mage or an Alchemist) and carried a large basket filled with mechanical junk.
He pulled at my sleeve.
"Excuse me Madam, are you interested in purchasing some... OOPS sorry, Half-Elf-friend" he quickly added this as he saw my face (I, as an Half-Elf look rather feminine). He continued: "Are you interested in purchasing some Gnomish quality Merchandise?" He held the basket under my nose. It was filled with odd metal things (behind my back, I could hear Grim growling something that sounded a lot like "Jank, Gnoomish Jank.").
Grim looked the gnome straight in the face. "We dan' need yer trancket, Gnoom be gun an' goo' raddance!"
"Sure, let me see what you have." I replied politely, Ignoring Grim"
The Gnome scowled at Grim and then turned towards me, and ruffled in his basket. He pulled out something that looking like diving goggles "Ths Sire, should allow you to see during night, my friend..."
"Half-Elves hav enfravishon, ye demwet!"
"Right..." The Gnome ruffled further in his basket and pulled out a ceramic skull "What about this them? A real must if you are a great Crossbow-shooting Marksman..."
"Hmm. Gimme tha' theng." Grim said and snatched the Skull from the Gnome's hand. "Ent'resteng. 'Ow match do ye gave fer tha'?"
"Well let's say about..."
"ILLEGALLY SEELING YOU STUFF AGAIN, AREN'T YOU HANSEN?
An elderly gentleman has appeared, who at the look of his clothing and clipboard seemed to be a clerk in the City's Service.
"No my dear Stiffo...I mean Riffo, of course not, as the two gentlemen here..."
"You there, Half-Elf, did that man try to sell his goods to you, eventhough he hasn't got a permit for it?" Riffo the Clerk barked at me.
"Selling, my dear clerk, We were only talking about the weather"
Riffo's head swell like had just swallowed a rubber balloon. the turned towards the Gnome, Hansen.
"Today, you win, but the next time you won't be that lucky, Hans Hansen." Riffo said, his face reding
He left,  with his clipboard tight to his chest and his nose in the air.
"Wo' a gey parson" Grim said, trying not to laugh.
"I thank you Half-Elf" Hans Hansen said "I own you one (Jast loike mey, Grim mumbled". "I'am Hans Hansen, Gnome of the Fist degree, fourth in a line of familiy Engineers. Allow me to acompany you on your travels, at it seems unwise to continue to sell my stuff so long as Stiffo is on his guard. Eventhough I am an enigneer, My knowledge of the Arcane is high. Can I join you?"
I looked at Grim. He said "Wal,Thers nathin' rowng wit havin' a meighge in our portey. Wai not?"
"I turned towards the Gnome: "Welcome on board Hans, I am Boris Lakely, Cleric and Adventurer."
"An' Ai em Grem, da greightest teev o' the reedgon, an' Ai don't like Gnooms to match"
"Nice to meet you Grim, I like you too." Hans said, grinning...
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DagothGares
DagothGares


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Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
posted July 26, 2008 06:15 PM

Aaagh, how come I forgot about him! I should've known that dwarf's face from the moment his crossbow came up. Well, there's no point in trying to follow those two. The dwarf is already poor and that elvish character didn't seem to carry more than that staff... Though, I must say that that staff was beautiful and would fetch a nice price with the guild fences. I winded down the road towards Agliad.

I was two days away from that city. It seemed that there was noone on the road these days. I admit that the elven border isn't one of the friendliest places around, but the lack of entrepreneurs, traders, tourists and hired blades made me suspicious. Was everyone that interested in the armaments of God that they go treasure hunting? I decided to camp near a bridge for the night, since they usually provide cover.

I stopped a bit early with my journey today, because I mainly had no sleep, last night. There I did see a strange sight... A human lute player tending a lizardman's wounds... I didn't see anything of value amongst them and I also figured that the chances of them being muggers are very slim. So I descended near the river and spoke to them: "Need help?"
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Keksimaton
Keksimaton


Promising
Supreme Hero
Talk to the hand
posted July 26, 2008 06:30 PM
Edited by Keksimaton at 18:41, 26 Jul 2008.

Jeremy learned that the lizard-man's name was Shalan Redtail and how Shalan escaped from a mine where he was working as a slave and how horribly the slaves were treated there etc.

Alot of thoughts rushed into Jeremy's mind: "Oh dear! What have I gotten myself into this time! I might get imprisioned for helping a slave's escape, but I can't ditch him either. That would really do bad things to conscience, but if I keep helping him I'll be on the wrong side of the law... What am I going to do!"

Then the lizard-man asked what was Jeremy doing there. Jeremy woke up from his paniced thinking and said: "I am Jeremy, a wandering bard who seeks adventurers and travellers to tell the tales of their travels so I can find inspiration for new songs and other bardly things. My talents are not quite appreciated by the general public and so I have gotten the extra name 'the Toneless'. Don't let me cause you worry of being caught and sent back to the mines, for I shall help you to get back on your feet and getting you a new life!"

While Jeremy was tending Shalan's wounds he heard a voice saying: "Need help?" Jeremy turned around and saw a rather shifty looking character. Jeremy said to the shifty looking man: "All help is welcome friend! My name is Jeremy 'the Toneless' and I am a wandering bard seeking stories of adventures and other things to inspire me for some new songs and this unfortunate soul here is Shalan Redtail who I just found a while ago wounded and tired." Suspicious of the shifty man Jeremy asked: "What might your name be traveler?"
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Oscarius
Oscarius


Famous Hero
*sleepy*
posted July 26, 2008 06:44 PM

I smiled when I heard the last, I've gotten a friend. The 3rd good thing today. Suddenly I heard a voice "Need help".
It was yet another human or elf, I wasent sure. But were Jeremy was openhearted and kind, this man seemed different, he said his name was Robert, nothing more, he smiled but it seemed a little false.
"So, friend" I asked "What bring you to these part of the country" sounding more confident than I was. "And if we need help, a little, maybe on the supply front." I finished, trying to use words I overheard the leaders of the mine used. Robert smile went a little down in the corners of his mounth, I wondered, was it really such a good Idea to talk to this man.
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DagothGares
DagothGares


Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
posted July 26, 2008 06:58 PM

I used my real name, since I was tired and I doubted that I ever conned a lizardman and a lute player.

I almost panicked when I saw that he was a mine escapee, but I luckily realised that he wasn't branded, chained or tatood. He seemed like a free lizard man... I tried to suppress a smile when I heard him saying "shupply frontt". The lizardling could talk, but he did hiss a bit. I looked him in the eye and said: "Well, I have some ale with me..." I almost laughed out loud, when I thought about the angry dwarf I took it from.

"And I'll tell you why I'm here. The food prices in the elven countries are too high and a poor beggar like me has to make a living, so I'm trying my luck in human lands, now." I wasn't sure whether I entirely convinced the lizardling, since I never interacted with one before (and their animal instincts could read me). I did see that his leg was hurt and that a bit of alcohol could take away the pain a bit. Luckily, the lute player seemed a bit more trusting. I grabbed the flask strapped to my hip and gave it to Jeremy: "If the pain is too much, you should give him a few sips of this."

I gave him reasuring smile and said: "I'll go get some wood for a campfire, you can tend to his wounds."
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Lexxan
Lexxan


Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Unimpressed by your logic
posted July 26, 2008 07:50 PM
Edited by Lexxan at 19:51, 26 Jul 2008.

We stood in front of a large and nearly hauted-looking building, that towered above almost any other building in the neighbourhood.
"Are we going in there?" Hans asked, looking at the building with an odd mixture of Disgust and Fear spread across his face. "This building is hated in Athkathla, no one dares to come near it."
Instinctively I looked around. The street we were standing was nearly completely deserted, and the person who dared to walk in it, were walking uneasily and looked around their shoulders, as if they could be assaulted every moment.
"Sow, Ai sappose, ye hav' e batter oidea, than?" Grim barked at Hans. It seems that the Dwarf disliked the Gnome.
"No, I..." Hans stammered.
"We have no choice," I said "So let's get in."
The place was a complete chaos inside. Tables, stools, chairs, booths and selling stalls were spread randomly across the room, making it look like a labyrinth. The crowd was multi-racial: Humans, Elves, Half-Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, Drow, Beastmen, all kinds of Thieves from across Left-Earth have gathered in the Guild. At the other side of the of the room, I could see a bar, where the bartender in vain tried to clean his beer mugs with a greasy, dirty tablecloth.
We maneuvered across the horde of furniture, and occasionally looked at the booths and stalls. Hans took a round and tasty looking brown thing, that resembled a New Yorker Coockie from a Basket. In front of the basket stood a plaque reading "Testing Stales."
"What's this? Stale cookie?" He bit in it, but immedeately spitted it out nearly vomiting. "Ugh... that is no cookie..."
The Saleswoman never understood why none of her customers liked the Dodo Dung...

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