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Post by 01Salty on Nov 6, 2007 8:42:53 GMT
“…I grew up in the small village of Xultrof,” reminisced Larian, “With my two brothers and parents. We were poor you see, so us three children were forced to do labour every day to help pay for the essentials.” “I know how you feel,” sympathized Deck. But Deck was more focusing on Larian more than what she was saying. He became infatuated with her the moment she took off her hood. Her long brown hair and large green eyes immediately caught his eye, and he didn’t understand why such a lovely looking person would become so wicked.
“..And it didn’t help when my father became addicted to Mirth and would come home sometimes singing songs and breaking things as he stumbled into his bed.”
Deck squirmed uncomfortably with the concept of Mirth being a bad influence. But I don’t have a family, so it wouldn’t be as much of a problem. “Continue on,” urged Deck. “Well, when my older brothers left home, I had to get a proper job to help with my parents,” she continued, “When my father died I knew my mother wouldn’t last long in the poverty, so I searched for high paying jobs. It just so happened I found a Lord who’d pay me loads to do his work- which is what I use to help my mother stay healthy and safe as well as myself.”
Deck was in awe. Could it be that there is more to this cunning, ruthless, brutal woman? Then Deck realized something, and looked straight at her. “And who is this Lord you work for?” he asked. “Well, I don’t know his actual name,” she said, “But all I know of him is what he refers himself to, ‘Dark Lord Dread’ who lives in his own little kingdom way over Mt. Roffetross. His constant greed for power and money can devastate entire cities, but he’s told me he’ll leave Xultrof alone if I fulfill all his wishes, and get him the map.” “But what does he want with it?” asked Deck. “The same as you do,” replied Larian, “To get the treasure.” “But isn’t he rich enough?” asked Deck. “Dark Lord Dread is never content,” replied Larian bluntly, “He thinks that as long as there’s more money and power out there, what he has is never enough.”
Deck was put aback by this statement- his life could very well end for the benefit of a power-hungry Dark Lord with nothing better to do in life but obtain riches and self-righteousness. I must try never to let him get his hands on the map.
Suddenly, Larian started squirming and blinking rapidly. Oh Flark, the spell’s wearing off. Why didn’t I listen in ‘How to make your spells last’ class?
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Post by Father Austin Purcell on Nov 6, 2007 23:23:07 GMT
As the others prepared to face off against the dragon, Anselm fumbled with the small bag in which he carried his books, holy water and relics, desperately searching. "I know it's in here," he muttered out loud to nobody in particular. Nobody actually heard him either. The Dragon, anticipating the attack from the three armed men, puffed a small burst of flame towards them. Jahn stepped deftly aside, and Cornelius tightened his grip on his sword. "Ready when you are," said Jahn. Cornelius and Sapphire nodded. "Ready." They advanced slowly on the creature, prepared to dive for cover at a moment's notice, swords raised. "Wait!" shouted Anselm, running forwards. Above his head he held a small reliquary. The dragon recoiled slightly as the priest approached. "What are you doing?" asked Cornelius, before noticing a faint look of fear in the dragon's face, despite it's blindness. "You know what this is, don't you?" said Anselm, addressing the dragon. For a moment, the fierce beast looked the intellectual equal of anyone there, and it paused. "You can sense it." "What is it?" asked Sapphire. "This," said Anselm, keeping a steady gaze on the dragon, "contains the boss of the shield of Saint Geroge, patron saint of the Abbey of Mervaulx..." The Dragon roared, seemingly outraged and somewhat frightened by the name, and breathed a jet of flame towards the group, who each instinctively dived for cover. As Jahn, Sapphire and Cornelius began to battle the creature, Anselm knelt, and began to pray to the saint whose name he had invoked... ************ OOC: And yes, Geroge is the worst, most blatant rip-off of a certain other Patron Saint ever concieved. I make no apologies whatsoever.
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Post by Cläy on Nov 10, 2007 9:18:01 GMT
OOC: Yeah, I actually read it as the 'other' patron saint when I first read the post. IC: Lord Falzynne reclined in his throne. It had been a somewhat low-key return to Daskan so far. His spies in the military had reported some bard or another with a map to "great treasure", Waklan had said. Great treasure in Daskan? Surely not, he had thought. But all the same, best to get the map from this bard and use it. Lord Falzynne was certain that his military force would be able to accomplish the task without too much fuss. "Waklan!" Waklan appeared in the doorway. A feeble man, he was almost bent double as we walked towards Lord Falzynne. "Yes, Lord?" he asked in a weedy, quivering voice. "How is the capture of the map going? I should think Montjoy has it by now, he is one of our most brilliant officers." "Well, sir... is might not be the best word to use?" "Whyever not, Waklan?" "Montjoy is dead." Lord Falzynne straightened in his throne. "Dead?" "Yes, sir. No visible marks, but his blood had seeped through his skin somehow." "Well, Waklan... that is not exactly preferable. I had hoped he could tend to the gardens around here. Have you seen the grounds recently?" "Sir... don't you think you're missing the point?" "No, just getting sidetracked. And what off his 2IC? Clott, wasn't it?" "Yes, Sergeant Clott." "And...?" "Also dead. Of the same symptoms." "Oh my..." Lord Falzynne stood and began pacing around. "This is not good Waklan, not good at all. Whatever could have caused... that?" "One could only guess, Sir." "Quite..." Lord Falzynne sat. "Send a platoon out. I want to know who - or what - did this to Robert...Clott not so much, but I would say that the culprit is the same in both cases." "Yes, Sir." Waklan retreated. Lord Falzynne watched him go. He had made his reputation through fear, through never revealing himself. But he couldn't have his underlings killed without finding out why. Slowly, he lit a cigar. If something like this was happening in Daskan - his territory - he would have to see it for himself. With the dragon retreating from Anselm's shield, Jahn and Sapphire had little trouble subduing the dragon. Sapphire cast a sleep spell - although it didn't take completely, the dragon tired enough for Jahn to dash in and spear it in the heart without fear of fire of claw. With a final deafening roar, the dragon collapsed, almost knocking Cornelius out - he dived away just in time. "Good work all," said Sapphire, "couldn't have done it without you, Anselm," "Yeah, well...we got to do what we got to do, right?" Anselm shrugged. "Definitely," agreed Cornelius. "Right, well, you guys can go and get Deck, I need to go to the local monastery. I haven't prayed this week, you see?" Sapphire and Cornelius nodded their approval. Anselm quickly picked up his bag and walked out. Jahn shook his head, disgusted. "What?" asked Sapphire. "He's got the map!" Jahn said loudly. "What? Then why wouldn't he give it to us?" "Because...look, it's a long story, but the crux of it is I have to follow him and get that map back. If worse comes to worse I'll nick it and..." Use it for myself..."So what do you want us to do?" "Keep looking for Deck! Caerrm, do I have to tell everyone everything?" "OK, OK, no need to get tetchy." Sapphire and Cornelius walked to the door at the end of the room. By the time they had reached it, Jahn had already left in pursuit of Anselm. "So anyway," Deck said quickly, strumming his lute again, "when you said labour, what exactly did you mean?" "Well," said Larian, her face relaxing again (Phew!), "we lived on a farm - we had to tend to the animals. Milking, shearing, slaughtering..." "SLAUGHTERING!?!?" "We sold meat to the villagers, it was our main source of -" The door creaked open - Larian stopped suddenly. "What...?" "Sapphire - Cornelius?" Deck asked incredulously. "This is a really bad time, guys..." "You - you tricked me!" Larian shrieked. Forcing the cloak over her head again, she swooped towards Sapphire and Cornelius, who tried to evade her...
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Post by Aidan on Nov 10, 2007 21:00:13 GMT
Cornelius stared. "What is going on?" he questioned Deck. But before Deck could answer, Larian had knocked Sapphire unconscious. "Just when I thought I had your trust, Dekrin Daemaus, these two came along!" snarled Larian. Deck said nothing. Instead, he helped Cornelius haul Sapphire off of the ground. Larian, meanwhile, was thinking of a way to seek her revenge.
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Post by Alaric on Nov 15, 2007 21:44:20 GMT
"Larian, please..." Deck moved towards her, but Larian stepped back. "I don't know how you tricked me," she whispered coldly, "But I swear it will be the last thing you do!" She pulled her knife from its holster and swung it down towards Deck, pointing the blade at his neck. Deck rolled out the way, looking around for something to defend himself. He spotted his rapier, and rolled towards it, evading a second strike. Removing it from its scabbard, he swung it round to deflect Larian's knife. "Don't make me fight you," he stared into her eyes. "Fight?" Larian laughed. "Hardly. The only things you can move are your arms and your face. This isn't a fight, it's an easy kill." "Larian, if you have any free will in that pretty head of yours, use it!" Deck frowned. "Do you think your mother would want you doing this?" Larian's eyes burned with rage. "Don't you ever speak of my mother again!" she screamed, plunging the knife toward's Deck's heart. It stopped inches above skin-level, Deck's arm holding back Larian's with all his strength. "I'm sorry if you feel I tricked you," said Deck, his voice straining through the effort. "All I wanted to do was to get to know you." "Why?" "I had to know...who hired you. Because I think I know his real name. And trust me Larian, if it's who I think it is..." the tip of the knife was entering Deck's skin, "Then you cannot lower yourself to work for him." "I'm a killer," Larian replied. "That's all I know how to be." "But you can be so much more," Deck struggled through the pain. "No, I can't." "Yes you can! Besides, if you kill me...then I'll never be able to play you another Baetless song." Deck's arm collapsed under the force pushing down on him, but it wasn't needed any more. Larian put her knife back in its holster and stood up. "May the abyss take you," she whispered, and walked through the door. "I will let you live this day," she said as she left. "Next time, I promise you I will not." Or would she? Even she didn't know, not anymore.
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Post by Cläy on Nov 15, 2007 23:42:07 GMT
OOC: Okay, this is just for my own personal gratification. I'm structurising what we've got with regards to characters and such, just so I can keep track of what's going on. Playing Characters:Dekrin 'Deck' Daemaus (Alaric), Sapphire (Aidan), Jahn Naismith (myself), Father Anselm (lner), Professor Cornelius Ekhart Borminton (01salty) NPCs:Larian - Key 'baddie'. Has been ordered to kill Deck and get the map. Unknown who she works for. Yet. Lord Falzynne - Lord of Daskan, and ruler of the military. Wants the map for personal use. When writing him in my last post, I envisioned him sort of like the Linderman character out of Heroes, for reference. Lt. Montjoy and Sgt. Clott - Officers in Falzynne's army. Killed by Larian. Shame really, I liked Montjoy. Abbot Perceval - Another bloke who wants the map and has enlisted Anselm to get it for him. Motives unknown. Seem fair enough to everyone else? Oh, and by the way Alaric, how the hell do you pronounce Daemaus???
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Post by Alaric on Nov 16, 2007 15:19:59 GMT
OOC: I pronounce it Day-mus, others say Day-mouse. Either or, really. Structure seems fair enough to me. Could this be a regular thing, showing updated versions of this list now and again? Gotta admit, I'm starting to get confused myself.
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Post by Cläy on Nov 18, 2007 0:12:28 GMT
OOC: Yeah, that's pretty much why I did it. To be a lot less confused.
IC: Anselm strode quickly. He wanted to get to Mervaulx Abbey and rid himself of this horrid map before anything else happened to it. Or him. He knew Jahn would likely follow him instead of helping Saphire and Cornelius find Deck, and was eager to avoid any confrontation for as long as possible. Glancing over his shoulder, he wasn't watching where he was going and bumped into someone directly in front of him. "And where do you think you're going?" they asked. "Just...Mervaulx Abbey..." Anselm said quietly. "Oh yes? And why might that be?" Larian demurred - she had taken her hood off, knowing that Anselm would not recognise her. "I have business there. Why does this concern you?" "Oh, just wondering what you're in such a hurry for Anselm." "Well now you know...wait. How do you know my name?" "She knows a lot of things." Jahn appeared. Despite wanting to put as much distance between himself and the fighter as possible, Anselm was incredibly grateful at this point. "Larian," Jahn continued, "I've waited a long time for this." "I know you have," Larian said, "and to be honest, I'm over caring. Get your little priest friend to give me the map and I'll let you live." "Right. Just like you let Deck live after poisoning him with that dart." Larian paused. Would she - should she - tell Jahn the truth? To do so would only enrage him further. "I did," she said softly, "I was going to kill him when the wizard and the doctor found us, but he..." "Is alive?" Anselm said incredulously. "Well, that's just plain lovely, and I am very pleased for him, really, I am, but I have business elsewhere as you both well know. So while you two reminisce on old time, I shall be on my way if that's all right with you." "But that's the thing," Jahn said, "It's not all right. For either of us." He advanced on Anselm. "Give me the map, and come back to Deck with me. It's either be killed by her, or be killed by me. Make up your mind." "Ah," said Larian, "but your friend here does not like Daemaus, unless I am mistaken. So why would he allow the map to be returned to him when he knows I have sworn to retrieve it and kill whoever should stand in my way?" Anselm listened to both of them, shocked mute. He did not know which way to go - or indeed whether he should go at all. Three people stood in a triangle. All wanted the map for their own purposes, but none was wiling to co-operate. A Mexican standoff - who would be first to blink?
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Post by Father Austin Purcell on Nov 18, 2007 23:11:38 GMT
Anselm eyed Jahn and Larian warily. At last he spoke, albeit a whisper. "If either of you attempt to hurt me," he said, a warning tone in his voice, "the Almighty will strike ye down and cast your souls into hell, to burn and shrivel up in firey torment for all eternity."
"Spare me the sermon, Priest," spat Larian. "Give me the map." "Don't you dare," said Jahn firmly. "I am a man of the cloth!" said Anselm hoarsely. "You must treat me with deference!" "You're a thief, plain and simple," said Jahn. "And thieves don’t make good martyrs, Priest." added Larian.
Anselm reached underneath the cloak he wore over his habit, his hand trembling. The others both instinctively reached for their weapons. At length he produced the map and unrolled it.
"The wretched document," he said quietly. "Wise man," said Larian, stepping forwards. "Anselm…" warned Jahn.
"I'm sorry," said the priest, before tearing the parchment into four pieces. The others stood, mortified.
Suddenly, Larian lunged at the priest. "You bloody parson!" she screamed. Anselm unsheathed his dagger and stepped back.
"Give my regards to your God," hissed Larian, lunging at the clergyman once more. The two struggled momentarily. "Give mine to the devil," retorted Anselm, before kicking his attacker in the shin. "Argh! Curse you!" Larian could only rub her shin as the priest scooped up some of the map and darted down the lane... only to run straight into Jahn. The fighter hurled the cleric to the ground.
"You’re going nowhere, Father," he said bluntly. Then he ducked as Larian hurled a knife into the tree behind him.
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Post by Aidan on Nov 18, 2007 23:44:38 GMT
Sapphire, who had been treated in a hospital, was making his way through the forest. He had heard Larian's screams and immediately rushed off to the scene of the fight.
"What's going on?" he called. Both Anselm and Jahn quickly explained the situation.
"Foolish wizard, I thought I'd knocked you unconscious!" sneered Larian when she saw Sapphire.
"I was in a hospital," said Sapphire coolly. Larian screeched angrily and began attacking the men. Anselm and Jahn were unharmed, but Sapphire was severely wounded. He had gashes all along his body.
"Quickly, Jahn, we must get Sapphire to a doctor," called Anselm.
"Leave that to me," said Jahn, who was still enraged because of the map being torn up.
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Post by Cläy on Nov 23, 2007 1:49:34 GMT
"So where do you think she went?" asked Cornelius. "I don't know, and nor do I care at this particular moment," Deck replied, "just keep painting me and we'll get out of here." Cornelius sighed. Sapphire had been unconscious for only a few minutes, and when he had woken, he had insisted on going to find Anselm and Jahn - leaving Cornelius to finish curing Deck. Not that it mattered overmuch any more. Knowing Anselm had the map meant that Larian would likely look for him next.
Jahn thumped on the door. It opened to reveal a man dressed in an impeccable brown suit. "Yes?" "We've got a broken wizard. Fix him." Jahn said, walking in uninvited and lowered Sapphire to the lounge. "We'll be back in a few hours. You," he said, pointing at Anselm, "come with me." Anselm said nothing, but followed the fighter outside and waited for him to speak. Jahn didn't, though, preferring to pace up and down silently. Thinking what, Anselm didn't know.
Larian cast a communication spell. "Speak to me, Larian." "My Lord...I have bad news." "Go on..." "The map...is destroyed." "I do not believe you Larian. Could you be bending the truth simply to hide the map from me?" "No my Lord, I would not be so foolish." "Clearly...I would know had you been lying. So, Larian, what are you going to do now?" "I do not know, my Lord. The map was destroyed by a cleric..." "The same cleric who was travelling with the bard?" "Yes." "Interesting...I want him dead. Leave the bard be for now." "Yes, my Lord." The communication spell was cut, and Larian stood there, wondering just how she could get at her new target without making it seem to obvious it was no longer Deck she was after.
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SherryAnn
Shunting Engine
I find it hard to be sociable. No harm intended from me.
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Post by SherryAnn on Nov 26, 2007 3:22:21 GMT
Hey, can I roleplay as a girl character? I'm new, and this is my first try if you dont mind. Name: Nicknamed "Vixie" because true name is currently unknown Class: Female Rogue Race: Spirit possessed person (Spirit is a fox) Alignment: Chaotic neutral Weapon: Small Hammer Key Items: An unknown red gemstone, 20 pieces of (stolen) gold, a "blank" scroll Special Skills: Singing Voice, can imitate other voices (even boys.) Known Spells: Mild disorientation spell; invisibilitly spell Party Skills: Can steal from enemies and opponents Strengths: Opitimism, quick eye, fast, clever mind, observant, also quite compassionate Weaknesses: Cowardly at times, reckless, excitable, and horrible at fighting, (prefers using wit), Edit: She is also illiterate. Brief Bio: At the age of 5, she ran away from her village because of the fox spirit within her form: Her family was persecuted because the rest of the village believed their daughter was a demon. After living as a rogue for 10 years, a chance encounter with one of Deck's party will draw her into a quest that will test her morality and forever change her view on the world around her. Note: This is for Alaric (and the others)- Since she is possesed by a fox spirit, she can turn into a vixen (she-fox) at will. Her normal appearance is an undersized teen with fox ears and tail. I might draw Vixie if you don't mind.
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Post by Cläy on Nov 26, 2007 3:39:30 GMT
OOC: Yeah, that's fine. Looks like a good character to play with. When you're ready join in and role-play away!
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Post by Alaric on Nov 26, 2007 11:24:08 GMT
OOC: Hey, who's the GM here?! *Ahem* Yeah, that's fine. Looks like a good character to play with. When you're ready join in and role-play away! Stupid Australians thinking they can muscle in on my territory with their perfectly acceptable answers to other players' questions...I might draw Vixie if you don't mind. Yeah, that'd be awesome! IC: "So who does she work for, then?" "Eh?" asked Deck, stretching his now-working legs. "Larian. You said you thought you knew who she worked for. So who is it?" Cornelius picked up a vial from the table. "Oh, that. Well, remember this is only what I think, but it's probably the person I took the map from in the first place." "Stands to reason, I suppose," Cornelius put the vial into his bag. "Hey, considering how many other people want the flarking thing, it could have been anyone," Deck grabbed his harp from a pile of his items. "So go on," Cornelius studied a beaker. "Who is it?" "Depends who you ask," Deck picked up his rapier. "Tell me, is it a requisit that you bards speak in riddles, or are you doing this purely for my benefit?" Cornelius frowned. "Bit of both," Deck grinned. "If you'd let me finish, I was going to say that if you ask those who are vile, corrupt and evil...then he's lord Wickrin of Garan, my former employer. If however you ask those who are vile, corrupt, evil and honest about it, then you'd call him Dark Lord Dread." "Dark Lord Dread?" Cornelius raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, not very subtle, is it? But if you knew Wickrin, it would make sense," Deck grabbed his bow. "Oh no!" "What?" "She's taken my arrows!" Deck slammed his fist against the wall. "Does it really matter? I don't think I've ever see you really use that thing," Cornelius pointed out. "Yeah, but it doesn't mean I can't," Deck replied. "Lurps!" "Never mind, we'll get you more later," Cornelius placed a test tube into his bag. "What're you doing?" "Just taking some samples. I think this used to be a laboratory. I can use this stuff later," Cornelius explained. "So then, who's this Lord Wickrin? I think I've heard of him. Garan's somewhere in Kerring, right?" "That's right. 'Over the Kerringian sea'," Deck smiled. "Or 'Daskanian sea', depending on who's singing it." "From what I remember hearing of him, he doesn't seem the sort of person to get mixed up in affairs like this," said Cornelius. "You don't know him like I do, though," Deck frowned. "Look, just finish your looting and let's get out of here. I'll explain on the way. Meanwhile there's a certain priest I want to talk to about a certain map."
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Post by Aidan on Nov 26, 2007 16:21:44 GMT
Deck was still seething with rage because of Anselm.
Cornelius tried to ease Deck, but to no avail.
"He'll pay dearly for this when I get my hands on him," growled Deck. There came the sounds of men shouting. Something was happening all around them.
"Is this supposed to be a celebration of sorts?" pondered Cornelius.
Everyone decided to investigate. Passersby had to explain to the travelers what was going on.
"It's not really a celebration. A fox has been spotted in town. Very unusual, if you ask me," explained a bartender.
"Doesn't sound unusual," replied Cornelius.
The fox soon returned, looking curiously at the men.
"This fox is unusual because it can speak a human language and can sing," the bartender added.
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Post by Alaric on Nov 26, 2007 18:27:12 GMT
OOC: Wait, can Vixie change into a fox? I thought she was just possessed by one. Sherryann, you mind clearing that up for me? Also, Aidan, I'd like to know how Sapphire keeps popping up in places. As far as I'm aware, he should be in a hospital close to Jahn and Anselm. And should probably still be there, considering how he was severely wounded. Probably would take longer than 5 minutes to get a full recovery.
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Post by Father Austin Purcell on Nov 26, 2007 18:40:06 GMT
"Why, Father," said Jahn at last, "why did you tear it up?"
The priest raised an eyebrow. "Would you have liked me to give it to her?" "I'd have rather you'd given it to me." "Well believe it or not, Jahn," said Anselm quietly, "I don't think I'd trust you with it." "That's rich coming from you!" snorted Jahn.
Anselm stepped forwards. "I seem to remember back in Uburiharmon... of course, the details are rather sketchy in my memory now-" "What are you implying?" "You stole it as well, Jahn Naismith. For personal gain, I'd say." "You don't know that."
Anselm chuckled. "Perhaps not, but I've a pretty good idea. I'm a priest, aren't I? Or did it never occur to you that a man who spends much of his time hearing confessions might have a reasonable understanding of human nature?" "I would have expected a man who hears confession to know better than to steal." "Ah, yes. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. I shall say a penitential prayer before the day is out." "This isn't funny, priest. You destroyed the map. It's gone."
"That," said the clergyman triumphantly, "is where you are wrong, Jahn." He reached into his habit and produced the map fragments. Jahn's scowl faded slightly.
"Real?" "Of course it is. Look."
The priest knelt and placed one quarter on the ground. "That," he said, pointing to a large sketch of a city, "is Teras Major. That is Teras Minor, where we started..." he placed a second fragment next to it- "now I'm no expert, but logically that must be Uburiharmon, and that town there must be where we are now, because this," he said, pointing at another area, "is Mervaulx Abbey."
Jahn knelt alongside him. "How do you know this?" "When I took it from Deck I made a point of reading some of it just to make sure I had the right document. Some of it's unintelligible though." "And the other fragments?" "Haven't read them yet. Deck's probably still the only one of us who can interpret the rest." The cleric stood up once more.
"I'll make a deal with you Jahn. You can keep those two pieces if I can can keep these ones. I assure you, I won't be going anywhere soon. Not after what happened on the road."
The priest patted his bag and looked expectantly at the warrior.
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Post by Aidan on Nov 26, 2007 18:40:50 GMT
OOC: My mistake, Alaric. I edited my post so that Sapphire was still in the hospital.
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SherryAnn
Shunting Engine
I find it hard to be sociable. No harm intended from me.
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Post by SherryAnn on Nov 26, 2007 23:31:00 GMT
The fox continued staring at the men. What they didn't realize however, is that the fox was a female rogue in disguise (The fox is really a vixen as a result). And she was looking for interseting trinkets in the town. But now, she was interested in the men before her... she sensed that they had a valuable trinket...
"Quick! Catch that fox!" Oh dear... now's the time to run! She bolted away as someone yelled:
"Don't just stand there! Catch that fox!" Then she heard someone sigh, "I knew I would need those arrows."
'Lucky', she thought smugly, as she raced into a small alley; the men would never try to search here. 'Now what to do next...?'
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Post by Cläy on Nov 27, 2007 0:28:11 GMT
“What do you mean when you say ‘what happened on the road’, Anselm?” asked Jahn warily. “You know. Larian.” “Oh yeah, that.” Jahn paused and started to pace again. After a few minutes, he stopped. “No.” “What?” “No, I am not accepting your offer.” “Why ever not? It seems fair to me.” “You would say that, wouldn’t you, Anselm? Look at it from my perspective. Why would I need the half of the map that documents where we have been and not where the treasure is?” “…well, um…” Anselm said, flustered, “it’d make a nice souvenir.” “Souvenir? Is that all you can come up with?” Anselm threw caution to the wind. “Well, OK, maybe not a souvenir, but look at it this way. I need to get the map to Mervaulx Abbey – more specifically, to the Abbot Perceval – or else I will be killed.” “So that makes three people who want to kill you.” Jahn shrugged. “Big deal. If you really were the ‘noble priest’ you say you are, you would sacrifice yourself for your cause.” “I don’t even know what my cause is any more.” “Then forget it. Ignore it, just live for yourself for a change. It works for me. Look, give me the map, and we’ll go and find the treasure together.” “Can we go to Mervaulx Abbey first?” “…OK, but any funny business and I won’t be responsible for my actions. Tell that Perceval bloke the same when you show him the map.” “Show? I have to give it to him!” “You’re not going to if you know what’s good for you.” Jahn strode away. Anselm followed, now thinking hard. Perceval said ‘get the map off him’, not ‘get it and give it to me. I wonder…well, I’ve done what I was ordered to do. Perhaps if I argue that I followed the letter – and not the spirit – of the order, I could be OK.Lord Falzynne walked slowly along the path, with Waklan trailing behind. Falzynne was not a particularly intimidating man physically, but everyone in Daskan knew that he ruled the land with an iron fist. Consequently, he had an unhindered journey. Waklan coughed. “How much further, Sir?” “Well, Waklan,” said Falzynne, “I would estimate we are only about 15 minutes away from the nearest town. There we shall rest.” They continued walking, not paying attention to the fighter and cleric passing them in the opposite direction. At least, not until the fighter spoke. “So what does this Abbot Perceval want with the map anyway?” Jahn said. Falzynne stopped suddenly and whirled around majestically. “Excuse me!” he called. Jahn and Anselm stopped, and turned around. “What?” Jahn grunted. “What is this map of which you speak?” “What’s it to you, old man?” Falzynne was affronted. “Do you not know who I am, young man? You have quite the nerve to be addressing me in that manner.” “I don’t know, and I don’t care. The map’s got nothing to do with you, so just push off.” Anselm poked Jahn, whispering, “Shut up, shut up, shut up…” Falzynne looked Jahn square in the eye. “On the contrary, I believe the map has quite a lot to do with me, for I am Lord Falzynne.” Jahn mulled this over. “Well, the map still has nothing to do with you.” “Please show me as much and I shan’t bother you again.” “OK.” Jahn turned his back on Falzynne, struggling to hide the panic. What the CAERRM have I done? Am I out of my mind??? He took Anselm’s bag and looked around inside it. There was still a chance he could bluff Falzynne into leaving. “Here. See? Nothing special, just a map of the region,” he said, holding out the first quarter of the map Anselm had showed him. Falzynne took it, and inspected it. “It has been torn. Where is the rest of it?” “Torn? No, that edge was getting tatty so we tried to neaten it up. Not very well obviously.” “Fair enough,” Falzynne conceded. “Thank you, gentlemen, and do continue on.” He turned away and walked towards the town, his face dark. Anselm and Jahn walked in the opposite direction. “So that’s Lord Falzynne…” Jahn said. “Charming guy.” “Too charming,” Anselm said warily, “the less we have to do with him the better…” OOC: OOC: Hey, who's the GM here?! *Ahem* Yeah, that's fine. Looks like a good character to play with. When you're ready join in and role-play away! Stupid Australians thinking they can muscle in on my territory with their perfectly acceptable answers to other players' questions...I prefer to think of this now as a joint venture between the 6 of us. Come on, share the love!
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