Seal's RP: Legacy of the City of Clouds - Part 2

[Seal]

Yes, this is now ready.
I hope this satisfies you, if not, let me know.
Note: this is a fantasy RP.

Chapter 1: The Legacy of the City of Clouds
Part 2:
The New Beginning

When the sun rose, the priestesses slowly awoke, and still rested in the grass.
It was very peaceful, only some early birds sang from the trees.

When the sun was fully visible, something was heard from the surrounding forest. It was mostly ignored, though.

After some time, the wall at the sleeping area broke down, and a number of heavily armed warriors came in, and most of the still a bit sleepy priestesses surrendered to them without fight, some tried to run away, but were eventually caught.

"Get everyone caught!"

Alice didn't even try to escape nor fight.

One priestess, though, was hidden well. She was the only one who kept her freedom.
Alice had given her orders to get to a nearby town, to recruit a rescue party to save the priestesses and the heroes.

"Get them chained to each other, they're not to escape!"
Yelled one warrior, appearing as the leader.

They took the amulets, and the leader put them to a chest, and the chest to the wagon the warriors had waiting outside the Temple.
After everything was set, the caravan started slowly to move in the forest path, and eventually getting to the road.

The warriors had crossbow archers with them, and they were to shoot anyone doing any motions looking like using magic.



Meanwhile, the priestess who hid in the temple, was out, running through the forest to the town.
When she arrived to the town (it's not a small one, but not that big either), she left a announcement to the local tavern, and went to a small house just outside the town.

The announcement said:

Adventurous?
If you are, would you like to join a quest against the evil, and freeing the disciplines of the holy?
If interested, visit the small house outside the town.

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This RP doesn't have limits on how many people could join, unlike the Part 1.
Also, characters may be built more freely. A bit, at least.

The RP is divided to two different stages now. The first one is the priestesses and others from Part 1, and the other stage is the newcomers.
I try to keep this clear, still.

Now to the new character details.

Everyone is human, but may have elven, dwarf or fairy blood in their veins.
Dwarven blood makes a bit shorter and stronger in strenght and vitality. Also slower.
Elven blood makes agile and accurate, but weak in melee combat, because of lower vitality.
Fairy blood makes magic powers stronger, but slower and low vitality.
Pure human is average in every aspect, no weaknesses there.

There is no job restrictions (except for being a mage). Everyone may be a mage, craftsman, priest or warrior. Try to have unique character, I'd prefer not having everyone as a mage.

The jobs are:

Warrior
Priest
Mage(ss) (Cannot wear metal)
Craftsman

And, to the character sheet.

Name: You character's name.
Gender: Your character's gender.
Age: Not necessary, but at least tell that is your character old, young or anything between.
Crossblood: Pure/Fairy/Elven/Dwarven
Specialized: weapon class, type of magic if mage.
Equipment: Armor, general insides of backpack, type of clothing.
Looks: What your character looks like
Bio: Background, personality.

Notes:

Ice.Flare, you can be one of the priestesses still.
To everyone: Feel free to notice inaccuracies and other mistakes I did in this text. I'll make sure that they're fixed. I'd like them as PMs, so this thread doesn't clutter too much.
Faerie Mage maleness removed by the request of Whiteknight.

Three times failing to comply with rules or otherwise not going with logic equals disqualification. Be reasonable.

New in part 2 people, approvals:

Ice.Flare
EnderWiggin
OleTheMurder

[Ole-The-Murder]

Name: "OleMurder"
Gender: Male
Age:17/18
Crossblood: Pure Human
Specialized: A long, semi-thick, sturdy staff of ibenholdt thick black wood
Equipment: Hooded Jacket, Military Trousers, Black Shoes, Black Wanderer-Hat. Looks: Somewhat tall human, flexible body, endurant and agile, and clever. Not too strong. Survivor-type, magekiller. Very suspicious and shady looking, almost ill-meaning character, hair is bruised up, brown/blond.
Bio: Born in outskirts of the town of the story, got much time to practice in safety and in silence plot and plan how to use his skills. Has up in the years experienced alot good and bad, seen alot good and bad, and is leader of a secret order of youngsters who wants radical change in the world. As a person, he is a neutral idealist, joining any cause he might believe in, but money also works in hiring him, but he gots moral. Is what you call "Lawful Neutral." To many he is seen as a bad guy using wicked methods to achieve goods ends, or vice versa.
Job: Warrior.

(OOC: Is it possible to join the evil side, if you want, or switch between them, and later be good? Like a doublecrosser, y'know!)

[Seal]

(OOC: Err.. this is supposed to be kinda fantasy-ish. Faction changes in this stage are not allowed.
EDIT: Only 2 weapons, at most. One primary, one lighter. No fucking sunglasses.)

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Well, for that matter of fact, I might aswell add I believe sometimes Good deserved Evil because they got tempted to do evil things themselves, and Evil is just doing just revenge)

[Seal]

(OOC: There's the story thing for that. You may alter it, but not write completely your own... and keep down the chat. continue arguing in PMs if you feel like its absolutely necessary. The crossblood thingy is if you like to have more personalized char... use it. Thus, you don't need to mention those in bio...)

[Black.Ice]

Hahaha... About time... I thought you were going to wait for WhiteKnight to post? Anyways, what a drastic plot change! Wow, to tell you the truth, I never saw that one coming! :)

Also, which priestess escaped?

Just wanted to let you know that I will have a character here. I will edit this later today.

Editage: 4/24/04

Name: Daw'uud "David" Karriako

Gender: Male
Age: ~18
Crossblood: Pure Human
Specialized: Hand-to-Hand Combat, and Sword Fighting.
Equipment: He wears loose, pure-black clothing. His sword is a schimitar - a curved bladed sword. (For those of you who do not know, the kind of sword that was used by Indians and Arabs).

Looks / Personality Description: David is a tall man, with dark skin. He has shoulder length black hair, which falls loosely around his shoulders. Unlike most, his hair is not curly, but rather straight. His eyes are dark, almost a complete black. He is well built from the slavery/work he had done from his childhood.

His lifelong slavery had made him quiet, and develop a personality with a strong willpower. The years of slavery made him toned, and well built.

The last two years of his life made him almost in denial (read Bio). The blames himself for letting everything happens, and is still upset about running away.

Bio: David was born into slavery. His earliest memories are of him working in mines, from dawn until dusk. He remembers working all day. Having no formal education, and nothing but the short nights to spend time with his parents, David was very quick with his words, and was able to converse well.

The years of slavery, and working for long hours at a time, with no rest, and limited food and water made him develop a strong resistance, and will power. When David was around the age of 14, he began to truly understand what slavery was, and what the outside world was.

He hated it. He developed apathy for his enslavers. While working relentlessly in the mines, he attempted to escape, with his family. He attempted several times, but this only resulted in his capture, and disciplining. He has many scars across his back, of lashes he had received.

Despite the punishment, and his parent’s repeatedly telling him to stop, he didn’t listen. Time passed by, as he planed his final escape.

Around the age of 16, while working in the mines, there was a severe rockslide, killing hundreds of the slaves. David was in the caves, during the rockslide, and was trapped in it. Everyone around him, except him was killed during the rockslide, including his parents.

Despite the strong odds against him, he managed to escape. He thinks about it at times, and how he escapes sometimes still mystifies him. He feels that there was a greater power helping him, and he still feels that this greater power helps him in times of need.

After he escaped, he wandered around the roads. Being illiterate, and no outside connections, he had no place to go. He didn’t have anyone to turn to.

He wandered to the closest city, getting as far away as possible from his captors. Several months later, and several cities away from his enslavers, while wondering the city streets, he witnessed a crime in progress.

Not knowing what to do, he attempted to help stop it. Several burglars had robbed a small shop, and set fire to it, leaving several people inside.

David, without regard to himself, ran through the blaze, in attempt to save the few men and women trapped in side. He was able to save the three, but in return received several severe burns. While inside the burning shop, a beam collapsed, bring down the portion of the roof.

David was knocked unconscious. While David was unconscious, the owner of the shop, Miguel Shaugnsen saved David’s life.

He attempted to take David to any doctor, to treat him for the wounds that he had, but no place would take the slave.

Miguel, and his family cared for David for the next few weeks as he slowly recovered. The burns that David received, healed quickly, with the help of Miguel’s daughter, Lindsey, who had known some magick.

While not an accomplished Mage, she was able to remove the burn scars, and help David recover quickly.

After David recovered, Shaugnsen family learned of David’s past, and vowed to help him in anyway possible. In an act of compassion, they offered him a place in their home, to stay until he could survive on his own.

He wanted to refuse, but he couldn’t. He had no where to go, and was taken aback by the Shaugnsens’s kindness. He stayed with the family, helping build the shop.

To the outside world, they treated David as a slave, to avoid problems with the community as treating a slave as an equal. In reality, Miguel and his wife, Shawna, treated David as a son.

The provided Miguel with an education, as it was impossible for David to be sent to a public school. After their shop was rebuilt, they offered him work, and paid him for it. When customers came by, to keep their credibility, they treated him as a slave. David did not mind this treatment, he was actually grateful that they did not sacrifice their positions in the community over him.

While Shawna taught David how to read, Miguel taught David how to fight. Miguel, being a retired swordsman, taught David how to wield a sword, and use it efficiently. David became infatuated with the schimitar, the blade of his choice.

While staying with the Shaugnsen’s, he began to develop a relationship with Lindsey. The relationship was mutual, and the parent’s did not mind – however, they knew it was impossible for the relation to last in their current community. A rich white woman, could not stay with a poor black slave.

As time passed by, the community began to see the difference in actions of the Shaugnsen family and David. They knew that something else was stirring. They knew that David was no longer a slave.

The news of this caused community outrage. Miguel came forward, despite community opposition. The next month was horrible. The community no longer came to their shop; they caused problems whenever the Shaugnsen’s family and David were in sight.

The Shaugnen’s knew that they had to move, out of the region where slavery was permitted. They had to move south, and enter the kingdoms where slavery was banned, and the Blacks treated as equals.

With only a few days before moving, the community began to become violent. Breaking windows, and attempting arson to the Shaugnsen’s home was common.

Two nights, before they were going to leave, four men, armed with swords barged into the house. David was awakened bloodcurling screams of Shawna, and the sounds of swords clashing. David raced to his schimitar, and ran through the small house, entering Miguel and Shawna’s room.

Shawna lay dead on the floor, and Miguel remained, fighting off two men. He was severely wounded, cut in several placed. David ran towards the two men, and within seconds, they were dead. David looked at Miguel, who was losing much blood.

“Lindsey,” was all he whispered.

David, with his schimtar in hand, ran through the house, and into Lindsey’s room. Before his eyes, he saw the man swing his arm, and the sword connect with Lindsey’s neck. David raged forward, and swung his sword in attempt to the stop the man, but it was too late.

David had swung the blade with such force, he had almost sliced the man in half, through his back. It was too late though; the man had cut her neck.


David heard the footsteps of Miguel behind him, as he ran forward to hold Lindsey. She died in his arms. David turned and looked at Miguel. He too, had also lost a lot of blood. Miguel, seing the death of this wife and daughter, fell forward, and slumped to the ground. He had lost the will to live.

David was in shock. He was covered in blood. That night changed his life forever. Then, he heard a voice.

“Run,” was all it said, plainly and simply.

Armed with nothing but his schimitar, he ran. He left that place. David stumbled out of the house, and ran. He didn’t know where to go, but he just knew that he had to leave that place. He wondered if he was losing his mind.

Several months passed, as David, yet again, wandered from city to city. He bought himself new clothes, and a scabbard for his sword, which he strapped to his back.

He lived in the memory of that one night, for several months, before finally convincing himself that there was nothing he could do about it. Deep in his heart, he still feels responsible for their deaths.

He remained quiet after that day, only speaking when necessary. He let his short hair grow out, passed his shoulders. Now, almost at eighteen years of age, he is a wanderer, who is ready to help anyone in need.

[OOC: Damn, that's long. Sorry for the length of the bio, but when I start writing, I just keep going. Hope everything is to your liking.

So, If I'm part of your sim, that means you're going to have to deal with long posts. Hope that's not a problem :) ]

[Ender]

Name: Rhonin
Gender: Male
Age: About 26
Crossblood: Elven
Class/Job: Craftsmen
Specialized: Bow and Arrows
Equipment: Quiver of about 40 arrows, Black Leather Armor, Black moccasins, Black Headband to hold back hair
Looks: Think Legolas, only with shoulder length, black hair, which is held back by a headband
Bio: Rhonin is a descendent of the Elves. He has lived in the woods all his life, and lives as a mercenary. While he does have core morals and ethics, generally leaning to the side of good, he can be convinced to do almost anything if the price is right. He is beginning to get a reputation as a skillful warrior/archer, and some people do know him (especially crime lords and city guard and barkeepers and people who deal with mercs a lot)

OOC: Seal, is it possible that my character could have a spear? And do we get special abilities like in the first one, i.e. Stealth and Extra Vitality and such?

[Seal]

(OOC:
Black.Ice, it is left undecided, you may decide if you want to continue as one of the priestesses, be it one of the captive ones, or the free.

Ender, There is no special abilities listed because of no limits on player amount. Instead, you can make up one specialty on your bio.
You may have a spear, but you cannot have secondary weapon because of the weight of average spear.
)

[Ender]

ooc: So am I restricted to a only one weapon if I have a spear. Like, if I have a spear am I not allowed to have a bow?

[ShawnManX]

I slept lightly under the tree untill the other five had fallen asleep, the priestess didn't look like she was going to sleep untill we were all at rest. About a half hour after the last of us had fallen asleep I awoke, and began to climb the tree, once hidden behind it's emerald leaves I bent old branches and tethered them together with strips I had cut off the gown with a sharp rock I found in the fountain. once it was a fairly stable platform, I lay down on my back and counted the stars untill my eyelids, heavy with sleep, closed.



My thoughts came rushing like a torrential river, cacading over the blank field of my mind. I thought of my mother who took the care of the house so seriously,

"If we have to sell the house, how will we with all this mess?" She used to say. I missed her and tears filled my eyes.

But we did sell the house, that was one of my most recent memories, it was what she had decided to do the day before my last memory, when I was learing how to knit with grandma, it was because then I could make myself a blanket when I get cold, because we might be out of a house for a very long time. Grandma made if fun somehow, she always did, laughter came so easily when I was around her, I missed her as well, but this time they were tears of happiness at the memory of her smile that filled my eyes.



When I next opened them it was early in the morning, the others had not awoken however the priestess had remained awake throughout the entire night. I climbed down from the tree, and walked over to the priestess, I gave her a hug and fell asleep on her lap, she reminded me of mom, her expression so soft. I smiled as I drifted back to dreamland.

(OOC: Switching to third person for part two, though I will be doing thoughts in first person still)

Carmella had barely closed her eyes when the East wall of the sleeping area came crashing down. Men in heavy armour and armed to the teeth entered the room and chained every one they found together. Carmella found herself at one end of the chain, next to Karen, she was glad she was next to some one she knew and took comfort in that thought. Their captors had wrapped cloth around Carmella's wrists so that she couldn't slip them through the binds. Every thing happeend so fast that befroe any one could grasp what was happening they had loaded every one onboard a caravan travelling east.

[Seal]

(ooc:

ooc: So am I restricted to a only one weapon if I have a spear. Like, if I have a spear am I not allowed to have a bow?
Yes. To complement that, spears should have higher combat efficiency.
)

[BlackHawk]

(OOC: So are we just going to use our characters from Part 1?

Btw, back).

[Whiteknight]

(OOC: So no waiting for me to post? I was just ready to, then I see your post and ... damn. Oh well, Can I sort of describe what happened to me in the other thread leading up to this?



Besides, you posted this thread at 12:00 for me Still in school then, oh well, editage coming, I guess I'll describe what happened to me.



EDIT: Okay, read all the posts, editage is coming now. I don't know whether to keep it long or short because I missed so much, I'll decide when writing.



Oh yeah, sorry for taking so long. Homework kept being dumped on me, and there wasn't enough time to write a good post (I HATE writing forced/rushed posts), and other things kept popping up. Next time I suspect that I might be a while, I'll leave my character to someone.)



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Karen smiled slightly as Danta slipped into the pool. She almost decided to join him, but looked up at the tree, shooting up into the sky as if nothing could stop it's growth. The beauty of it entranced her.



A voice broke Karen's reverie. She slowly turned around, missing what was said. The rest of the group congregated towards the clothes laid out on the grass. Karen wandered toward the robes, savouring the feel of the grass across her delicate feet, the erratic cries of the birds around her, the way the wind refreshed her body. Karen was in blissful happiness, the world around her seemed unreal, as if she was stuck in a dream.



The young woman eventually made it to the robes, and picked up the remaining one. The texture was unknown to Karen. It felt velvety in her hand; the cloth was soft. She raised it up over her head and donned the dress. Karen scarcely felt the weight of the cloth. Looking down, the purple and white robe accented her body, and she reveled in the way it felt swaying across her skin.



Karen noticed Danta looking over a black, faded book. She joined him by his side and began to read. The man flipped through the pages, all describing the amulets that they would receive. Karen followed along as Danta continued to read, seemingly unaware of the presence by his side. The mage’s eyes focused on the picture of an amulet as Danta turned another page. The circular talisman depicted the scene of the male mage fighting off crowds of demons. It was the same scene Karen had seen time and time before, and she grew spellbound by it. Her eyes eventually wandered downwards, and scanned the page.



The Amulet of Zis

Is the amulet of order, cruelty and the living energies. Gains divine mana from violence, and can use it to destroy mortal beings and buildings or to restore/revive them.



The Amulet of Zis



The Amulet of Zis is the protector of order, cruelty, and living energies. Whoever shall hold the amulet shall possess great power, gained from the annihilations of others. The great power of mana shall be granted to the bearer. This power may be used to destroy mortal beings and buildings, or may restore or revive them.



The guardian of the amulet has been renowned as the greatest mage of times past. Zis is the only man who has been immune to the altering effects of magic. Mystery surrounds the man, but lore believes that the Goddess created this amulet for Zis after he defeated the army of ghouls, depicted on the front. Zis grew powerful with this amulet, which granted him power from other’s suffering. He began to grow evil, taking lives without mercy so that he may be granted further power. The Goddess took notice of this and became livid. She had intended that the amulet be used only on the enemies, never on the righteous. She came down to the world to relieve the wicked mage.



The Goddess accused Zis of becoming drunk with power, and demanded that he return the amulet so that She may protect it. Zis would not give up the amulet and a struggle resulted. The Goddess managed to summon all her power to stop the mage, and he was murdered by the Goddess.



The Amulet of Zis was the final amulet made by the Goddess, as She was fearful that any others she made would be used for evil intentions.



Karen looked up as Danta finished flipped the page. She contemplated what she had read. She finally knew what the name of the man who had been haunting her was. Karen also knew his story, or at least part of it. She turned her neck downwards again, and began to read with Danta.



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Danta closed the book as the now familiar voice of Alice spoke.



"It's late, we all should get to sleep. Follow me to the sleeping.. 'room'." Karen did not know what the exaggeration on room meant, so she followed Alice out of the cleansing area to find out.



The passage Alice lead them through was quite large. The walls seemed to be disintegrating at some times, and sturdily built at others. They shifted with every passing person, as if noticing the person. The walk was fairly short, contrary to the other walks they had had.



Alice soon came to an open doorway and bright light flooded into the hallway. Karen allowed the others to move ahead of her into the room. The young mage heard gasps as her accomplices moved into the rooms. Karen strode toward to room and was taken aback. The ‘room’ was a courtyard, filled with swaying grass caused by the slight breeze. The walls were crumbling slightly, and were covered in ancient writing. She recognized most of it, her mother had taught her the language early on in life.


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(OOC: Okay, I just posted this to let you know that I'm still writing. I've been taking a while because I wanted the right words. I'm still working on it, so be patient.)

[madman5]

Name Arcbourn
Gender Male
Age 32
Class/Job Craftsmen(fairy blood?!? no mage for me!)
Crossblood Pure
Specialized A staff with dual blades
Equipment Crafting tools, armor gauntlets and boots, mining tools, ore bag, light helm
Looks Spikey blue hair, scar over left eye
Bio Arcbourn's father was a very respected warrior and teached Arcbourn how to fight when he was young. At about age 13, Arcbourn became inspired to become a craftsmen so he could craft something as great as the Legendary Amulets. His father was arrested when he was 14 because he was accused of killing several civillians. Arcbourns mother, who died giving birth to Arcbourn's sister Elona, was an apprentice mage who was ready to be taught great spells to heal people. Elona, age 23, is a very important part of Arcbourn's life, as she wants him to help her become a great mage, in honor of there mother. Arcbourn mainly crafts bows, arrows, and equipment for archers. Though he isn't an archer himself, Arcbourn can wield a bow with efficency if needed.

[Whiteknight]

Aw damn, I just realized that the faery blood thing allows people to be male mages. Damn... so much for my Zis... urg... what to do....? Oh well, it's time I started typing again. I'll worry about that stuff later.

[Black.Ice]

David walked along the dirt road, in the city. With the sword on his back, wearing the black clothing, he walked quietly, and slowly. He was in no hurry. After all, he had no reason to be.

David walked down the streets. He felt several people looking at him, as they passed by. He was no longer in the cities where he was still considered a slave, and it was a different experience - being treated equally.

David walked past several buildings. He stopped, and looked at the sign. Tavern it read. It had been only two years since David had learned to read, but he tried to read everything he could.

David walked into the tavern. There was music playing, and several types of people sitting in the corners. The taverns was well lit, and it had a friendly atmosphere. Much different from the other dingy, and worn down taverns David had seen in the smaller towns.

David walked to the counter, with the bartender standing behind it. "What can' I getcha?" the bartender asked, his voice loud and friendly. The man was bald, and had a mustache. He wasn't large, but slightly overweight. The affect of age had began to show on his face, as wrinkles lined the side of his eyes.

"Water, please," David said, quietly and crisply.

"Jus' water?" the man asked, slightly puzzled by the request.

David nodded. The bartender turned around, and grabbed a glass, and dumped it into the barrel, containing water. He set it on the counter, in front of David.

"Here ya go," he said.

Davd reached to his side, grabbing the small leather pouch containing coins. The coins jingled, grabbing the bartenders attention.

"No charge, buddy," the bartender said. "Water's free."

David nodded, but reached into the leather pouch, and pulled out of the smaller gold coins.

"A tip, then," he said, setting it on the counter.

The bartender, genuinely surprised and thankful, took it. David grabbed the mug of water, and went to a table in the corner. He unstrapped the scabbard from his back, and set it on the table. He slid into the bench, taking a sip of water.

The water smelled heavily of alchol, but David didn't mind. He took slow sips, taking his time. He looked around the tavern, and looked at the people. There was a lot of noise, and laughter. Most of them were human, but he spotted a few Dwarves. The more he traveled south, the more Dwarves he kept meeting.

He looked across the rooms, and his eyes fell on a small bulletin board, not to far away from him. David looked at the varios pieces of parchment and paper hastily pointed onto them. Most of them ads, but a few contained "Wanted" ads for bandits and criminals.

One of them caught his attention:

"Adventurous?" it read.

If you are, would you like to join a quest against the evil, and freeing the disciplines of the holy?
If interested, visit the small house outside the town.

David didn't know why, but the way that it was written stuck out to him. It seemed to be written in a hurry, as if to grab one's attention, but without giving much information out.

David finished his water, and he stood up, grabbing his black curved scabbard. He walked towards the bartender, setting the glass on the counter.

The bartender met David's eyes. "Need anythin' else?" he asked, a smile on his face.

"No," David replied, "But, can you give me more information about the man who posted that note." David said, pointing towards the wall.

"Which one?" the bartender said, squinting towards the board. "Oh, the recruiting one? Woman, actually. She came runnin' in her, out of breath, an' all. She told me to help her, by putting this note up, and then ran off'. I didn't have much time to ask her questions, but she seemed pretty urgent,"

There was a moment of silence, before the man leaned over the counter, and quietly asked. "You a fighter?"

"Why do you ask," David asked, his voice quiet and clear.

"Jus' 'cause we don't see too many people around here carryin' swords and all. Sure, we see a few in the army, but... ehh.. you just look different?" he said, grabbing David's mug, and cleaning it with a rag.

David didn't respond. He just smiled and said. "Thank you. Take care,".

He moved the scabbard around to his back, and strapped it back. He walked out of the tavern.

He reread the note in his mind, thinking of where the small house outside of town could be. He didn't see any houses while coming into the town.

David turned around, and continued heading down the street.

A few minutes later, he reached the outskirts of the town. Thinking that he had passed it, he contemplated turning around - but a small house, a very small house on a small hill, caught his attention.

It was made of stone, and had a pointed roof. He walked towards the house, walking along the cobblestone footpath, and the stone steps. He approached the old, wooden front door, and raised his hand to knock. Before he knocked, the door opened. Behind it, there was a woman with long brown hair.

"Come in," she said.

[OOC: Just starting it off]

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Hey, I like that David character. Gots style. Perhaps we should cooperate? I think I'll start with that. If you want to know why I am in the small house, is because I'm the owner of it and I have the priestess protected there, in my hideout.)

OleMurder sat within the small cottage. The priestess, Tarynde, had opened the door. I said; "You shouldn't just open for anybody. They could be thieves, or bandits."

"No worry," Tarynde said, "It might be some of those who saw my note which I left at the tavern in town. Come on in, stranger."

The stranger went in, and Tarynde locked the door shut. "There, can't have the door open for anyone, I'll give Ole that. So, who are you?"

The man wasn't the top of the party, sorta, it seems. Not actually the social type, kinda silent, quiet, but also well spoken and honest, kind speaking. "I'm....David."
"Well....David. You're here for the job or what?" Olemurder said fast, obviously sipping on some water, for dehydration. Tyrande interrupted; "No need to rush, Ole. This man might have escaped from the Temple aswell, who knows."

David, the man, said simply: "I'm not fleeing. I'm here...for the job."
Ole suddenly put up a wicked smile, almost disturbing: "Good, good! We plan to sneak into the Temple at midnight, where I will lead the rescue of the hostages held there ransom. You will be giving me cover, while Tarynde will be behind giving us coverage with healing, if we should eventually be hurt. Now, all we have to do now, is to patiently for night-fall to come."

Tarynde raises her eyebrows, and says... "Yes, indeed...we shall, in the coverage of darkness...we shall get revenge on them bandits. But as we all know, discretion..is the better part of valor. We should use caution and try to stay away from a direct confrontation, but when the hostages is saved, we might aswell engage them bandits....time will show."

All the three sits down to rest around the firepit in the cottage...rest assured, preparing to strike at midnight.

[Seal]

(OOC: Now continuing the story of the rest of the priestesses and the heroes. You're doing the story of the other party by yourselves, I'm correcting things when needed, and also feel free to PM if have questions.)

Halt!

A loud, commanding voice said.

We're resting here. We have to walk to the castle by tomorrow evening.

Continued the same voice.

The warriors set up a camp around an abandoned, ruined house.
The warriors' tents were stationed around the ruins, and the prisoners were taken to the basement of the house. Some guards were assigned to guard the only passage to the basement.

Meanwhile, at a nearby bush...

"Those warriors.. they look like the warriors of Renil..."

"No.. it can't be... they're talking about a castle.. could it be the feared Great Castle of the Dark.. whose name has been forgotten for ages.."

A woman wearing light leather clothes was quietly talking to herself and the bird next to her, the bird is like a falcon, and it has a magical stone, and can talk through it.

Suddenly, she felt cold steel in her back.

"Shit, they caught me off guard"

She nodded, and the bird went and disappeared to the forests.

What are you doing here, savage?

She was quiet.

No, then.. you're going with me, and don't have any ideas...

The warrior walked to the camp with the woman, sword still touching her back.

Boss, I found her spying our camp, what we should do to her?

- That savage isn't valuable to us, but we cannot let her go.. It's too risky.. Do whatever you want to her..

Sure, boss.

Then, the warrior went to just outside the camp, and cut her clothes off, and attempted to rape her. But, now she retaliated and broke the warrior's neck with a strong strike by hand.
She ran to the shadows quickly.

The guards there heard the noises, and went to have a look, and saw their dead comrade.

Oh my.. who in the hell done this?

- I don't know, but he came to the camp with a woman just some time ago, I think she killed him...

The leader was a bit worried, but he knew that those savages don't seek for trouble, but he knew that she escaped. Thus, he feared that somebody could attempt the rescue of their valuable prisoners.

The high priestess Alice heard some of that. She said to the others:

"Somebody found this place.. that means that somebody else is also going here to rescue us.. maybe.. (OOC: Please, let me use that as a wildcard if needed. Don't use that possibility.)"

The other priestesses felt a bit worried, as their faith wasn't as strong as Alice's.

[Ender]

Rhonin was on one of his sojourns into town. He almost never went into town, mostly employers had the good graces to come to him to hire him. He was walking by a tavern when he saw a notice.
Adventurous?
If you are, would you like to join a quest against the evil, and freeing the disciplines of the holy?
If interested, visit the small house outside the town.
Rhonin looked at the sign, thinking.
Well, I really don't have anything else to do. Might as well.
Rhonin headed off to the outskirts, and found the small cottage.
Anyone inside will be expecting people. However, it could be a trap.
Rhonin shrugged. He wasn't afraid. He had nothing, he had no one. Really nothing to lose. He often volunteered for near-suicide missions for that reason, but so far had come out alive.

So he knocked on the door, and waited.

[Whiteknight]

(OOC: Okay, catching up to you guys by finishing the rest of my story, and then posting some plot advancements. Editage coming.

EDIT: Damn, I forgot to ask you, Seal. About that faery thing, it screws up everything that I've said about the male mage and I don't really feel like going back and changing all my posts, plus I was wanting to get at some things. Would you maybe change it so that there can be no male mage... please? Pretty please? Begging you please? And since there is no one currently who is a male mage?

I'll post after your answer.)

[Seal]

(ooc:
(OOC: Okay, catching up to you guys by finishing the rest of my story, and then posting some plot advancements. Editage coming.

EDIT: Damn, I forgot to ask you, Seal. About that faery thing, it screws up everything that I've said about the male mage and I don't really feel like going back and changing all my posts, plus I was wanting to get at some things. Would you maybe change it so that there can be no male mage... please? Pretty please? Begging you please? And since there is no one currently who is a male mage?

I'll post after your answer.)
Can't you just ignore the fairy-mage thing, it's just something different :P
But.. I could get it removed when I got to edit the first post the second time.
end ooc)

[Whiteknight]

(OOC: Umm... it may be that I'm too tired, but I read your post over a few times and am not getting it. Rephrase, perhaps? Don't understand you.

Besides, all I'm asking is that you take out the 'only can be male' part of it. If not, then w/e, I'm not changing all my posts. I'll just continue like it never happened. Meh.)

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Ah, so Rhonin (the black elf mercanery) enters our fine cottage. Good. You can join our mission, if you prove yourself worthy. Which I think you can. Bows and spears are good support. You're most probably in, unless you decide to attack us instead. Seems like not. I'll assume you won't.)

It knocked on the door, it was one hour before midnight, and everyone looked at each other, almost saying silently: "Who can it be, this late?"
Tarynde almost raised to open the door, but OleMurder stopped her. "Don't do it. I'll do it. David, you will cover me if it shows to be bandits or the like."

"Yes, sir." David obeyed.
OleMurder grabbed his fast short blade and walked up to the door, and opened it. Almost instantly, Ole said: "Who's out there?"

The stranger, who was almost invisible in the night because he wearing black clothes, replied: "Only me, Rhonin. I saw a note at the tavern in town, and I thought this might be the small cottage the note spoke of. Am I correct?"
Tarynde overheard the conversation, and "bounced" into it: "Yes, Correct. I was the one who placed the note. I was a priestess at the temple when it was raided, but I managed to escape. I took shelter in this small cottage, where the ranger of these parts, OleMurder, let me in. The other guy over there is David, another mercanery who vowed for the job and also a previous slave. We are planning to strike in a hour, do you join us?"

Rhonin thought for a second, and replied: "I can, but to what reward?"
Almost taking the hint, David said: "It's obviously some treasures being kept at the temple, like gold or jewels. Perhaps you can be paid with that if the operation succeeds?"
Rhonin had a greedy gleem in his eye, and said: "Yeah..that seems suffice. Wealth is always good, and welcome. Well my good crew, I'm joining you...but it had better be worth it."
OleMurder spitted into the campfire, and said: "Of course it is. I know that temple, the reason it has treasures kept there is most probably why it was attacked in the first place. Polish your weapons and prepare your tactics, my friends. This will be a covert operation. 5 meter spread, no sound. One standard hour, midnight. Now let's rest and take some rations before we move out."

After that, Rhonin locked the door behind him, knowing what to do, and sat down beside the campfire. The four were all anxious to strike out, but waiting for midnight to get the perfect cover for their little plan...soon to move against a common enemy..and reclaim the temple. Hopefully, or atleast rescue some of the hostages or any of the treasures kept...

[Ender]

Ahem...OleMurder, I'm going to let it slide this time without getting annoyed, but NEVER control my character again without asking my permission. That's breaking RP Commandment 1 (See the list in the "All Newbie RPers, PLEASE READ!" Sticky Thread., which is an unforgivable sin. This time I'm going to let it slide, because you were decently on the dot with my character, but yeah...don't do that anymore.

[Black.Ice]

Whoa, calm down buddy. In my opinoin, controlling character to a slight degree (as done above), is all right.

I'm not telling you what to do, nor do I want to give that impression. I guess it's best to ask permission whether they the creater is happy about character control.

Ole-The-Murder, in the future, you can control my character. Just don't kill him off, or do anything stupid. :)

Also, WhiteKnight, my interpreation of Seal's explanation meant, perhaps, at one time in history, males were mages. It's just over time, they lost the ability be keep their.. uhh.. masculinity.

Now, the majority of mages have fairy blood in them. I dont know if I'm right there, but thats what I got out of it.

Expect a post from me tonight.

[Ole-The-Murder]

Calm down. I just did it because the story had to continue. No biggie. You can write about me too. You may notice I take main person is my self, but I don't really control you - I just write what you answer when I open the door...anyone can write what happens further and write about me and what I do next in third person view. The story whould go slow if we had to wait for someone else to write what they say when we open the door..and so on..we whould perhaps never have gotten to the attack. But Black Ice or Ender can write the attack, and use me in third person. I may have rushed use of you a bit, but as I¨'m allowed now, heh. I just wrote what happened when you two decided to come to the cottage I was in, which I think is right since I just wrote what you two did...like opening the door and saying hello. Heh. No biggie. But in the attack, we could control each other singular. Heh.

(OOC: If anyone wonders what weapon I use, it's a half-thick blackwooded ibenholdt staff. Hylje said I couldn't use dual weapons, so...yeah. And my current profession is being a ranger...yet it is officially called a warrior, but that's only as a job-say..too bad no faction changes. Shit.)

[Whiteknight]

(Seal still hasn't clarified that... I need to know before I finish and then continue the story.)

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Anyone but me (Ender Wiggin or Black-Ic3) can write the part where we get up from the rest and go from the cottage to lead the attack at the temple and rescue the priestess from the raiders, and save some treasure. In the party: OleMurder, David, Rhonin, Tarynde (NPC)- Alice is the main priestess at the Temple)

OleMurder, standing guard outside the cottage, walks in and wakes up the other in the Party. They jawn and rub their eyes, slowly waking up. "It's time." Olemurder says simply. All get the point quickly, and stumble themselves awake. "It's time to attack, it's almost midnight." Ole finishes the sentence. David, Rhonin and Tarynde gets clothed and prepares their weapons/spells. "Time to kick some raider ass. Are y'all ready?" OleMurder asks swiftly, to the newly awoken group.

[Ender]

Rhonin, said nothing, but merely notched a arrow onto his bow. He dropped into his hunting position: slightly crouched, knees bent and legs a little wider then shoulder width, his bow held sideways in front of him, partially drawn, and his hood swept back.

[Ole-The-Murder]

With Rhonin at his side, preparing all kinds of fancy ambushing tactics, OleMurder jumped down from the temple wall all of a sudden, and with his longstaff Ole knocked out a brutish raider guarding the outskirts of the temple (the same one who tried to rape Tarynde back then...) Tarynde walked out of the shadowy forest to applaud Olemurder's tidy action, bolstering Ole's already overflowed ego. Rhonin stands back, bitter for getting losing his target... David comes up from behind to comfort Rhonin. The party moves on, somewhat more or less dysfunctionally..

[Seal]

(OOC:

so, where you're exactly/what time? I should now be able to make more clarifying progress here.

As usual, I should edit this later... so..

The warriors and the captives are in a abandoned house somewhere in the road between the town and the big castle. The temple is now empty and pillaged.

And, WK, anything else?

)

[Black.Ice]

(OOC: OleMurder, your posts are great. I don't know why, but I just can't help but laugh every time I read your straight forward descriptions. :) Anyways, here's a quick post from me )

The night was bright, with the two moons shining overhead. OleMurder had agreed to lead, with Tarynde following close by. Rhonin, walked in between the convoy of four, quietly and silently. David, the years of hiding and running getting the best of him, lurked in the shadows, moving slowly and swiftly from tree to tree listening for any signs and sounds of an ambush from behind. His scimitar drawn, and his black eyes gleaming, he followed the three along the wooded path.

While OleMurder, and Tarynde worked in cordination, Rhonin and David did as well. As they walked along the path, David and Rhonin would switch their positions repeatedly.

They walked along the path, the cool night air blowing slightly. The second moon began to set, and only one moon remained in the sky, still providing enough light to see.

The group walked quickly, only the sound of an occasional twig breaking the night's silence. OleMurder wa adept at leading the group, taking down the enemies swiftly. Rhonin, with his superior hearing and vision, taking enemies down from afar. (OOC: Just a guess here, let me know if I'm wrong on anything)

David remained quiet, only using his sword of necessary. An hour into the trail, Tarynde broke the silence. "We will take a break here," she said her voice confident and controlled.

OleMurder came to a stop, his staff in hand, leaning against a large tree. Rhonin also stopped, still standing on the trail, alert and watchful.

David coudln't help but look at Rhonin. It was the first time he had seen an elf. He had heard much about them, but he had never seen one.

Tarynde threw David a leather canteen, and he caught it swiftly, his hand sinking into the moist outer leather. His scimatar still in hand, flipped the top of the canteen open, taking a quick drink, holding the spout several inches away from his mouth.

"You can put your mouth against it," OleMurder said loudly, "Not going to kill you,"

David did not say anything, but handed the canteen to Rhonin. Rhonin raised his hand, as if to tell them to wait, and be quiet. David stopped, his hand still extended with the canteen.

"We have company," Rhonin whispered.

(OOC: Let me know if this need any... "editage" )

[BlackHawk]

(OOC: Bah, I haven't been paying much attention to this and I haven't posted in this for a Loong time, well the series, haven't posted in this part at all. Someone can replace me or whatever.)

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Hey, finally some praise. Now I can collect it for my semi-egoistic abusal reasons..you know, typical powerplay. I will try to continue.. P.S, taking down enemies swiftly is not being adapt at leading the group. I'm merely just being good at showing way. While I know I write somewhat humorously..as you call it, great..you write very epicly, I say. Heheh. Let's get on with it.. I suppose a party can control each other aslong as they're in same group...)

"What, Rhonin? Oh yeah, I forgot. I'm not alone." OleMurder replied hazly to Rhonin.
Rhonin was bugged, and said: "Not us, stupid. Someone else, it's..."
David tried to raise a hand to quell the beginning discussion, when a snare came from above and ensnared Tarynde (ever noticed what name the priestess' name is when you switch A and Y?)

Tarynde screamed pitched, and diseappared up in the three OleMurder was leaning too, becoming ensnared in the three. There it was voices: "Oh, doesn't we have a lady..." "Mmm...some raw meat.." "..Let's get in on with her.."

..but before they could do anything, OleMurder did what he must and poked a stick up in the three, cutting up the snare and making the bandits shocked, and one falling down. Olemurder took him with the longstaff and pushed him aside, leaving him for David and Rhonin to take. "Take him as prisoner! I'll climb up in the tree and rescue Tarynde."

By doing so, his brave actions where punished. While he managed to get ahold of the priestess, the trappers became conscious and caught them both by suprise..and fast outnumbered Ole and Tarynde. So the situation is: The bandits in the three holds OleMurder and Tarynde as hostages, and David and Rhonin is having one of the bandits as prisoner, but how are they supposed to manage to free them from the three while they have a prisoner to watch? One has to stay left and guard, while one goes up to even the scales...

[Ender]

Rhonin scowled and groaned as he saw OleMurder and Tarynde get taken in the tree. He looked at David.
"Stay here please." Rhonin disappeared into the brush. He dropped into his hunter's crouch again and closed on the tree swiftly and silently.
He should have let me handle it. I would have gotten the trappers and the priestess.
The tree was in sight. About three of the bandits had started climbing the tree, while the other five were on the ground. Kan set down his quiver, so he could draw quickly.
Have to hit them all in the throat, starting with the one in the back...
Rhonin sighted down the arrow shaft, aiming at the standing bandit closest to him, and keeping the bandit closest to the first in mind, fired. He didn't even stop to see if he struck, but grabbed another arrow and aimed at the second. He fired again, and the arrows pierced his throat before the first hit the ground. When the second hit the ground, Rhonin was aiming at another bandit, but they had heard, and were charging towards him.
Shit!
Rhonin fired, and took one in the leg, slowing him. They were only 30 feet away.
Ssssssssssssssthunk! Arrow to the abdomen, and the bandit dropped. Two left, and one was wounded. 20 feet. They remaining two drew their weapons as they came on. Sssssssthunk! The wounded one fell, struck in the heart. 10 feet, and the bandit started a lunge with his sword as Rhonin's bow came up-notched with two arrows. Sssthunk! The sword was within an inch of Rhonin's eye, when the lunging bandit was taken in the chest, and thrown back by the force of the arrows.
"Whew...too close" Rhonin turned his attention to the climbers. Two were already in the tree, and the last was almost there! Rhonin grabbed an arrow, then sighted.
Sssssssssssssssssssssssthunk!
"Dammit!" the arrow had taken the last bandit in the side, but didn't stop him. He disappeared into the branches.
It's down to them now...

[ShawnManX]

Carmella hid her head in the folds of Karen's gown as the guards took to drinking in celebration of their capture. Their drunken singing, merry in tune, though harsh in the contents of its lyrics carried through the ruins of the old house. She starts to cry and cover her ears.
"I remember this song from somewhere, and it fills my mouth with an auful taste. Please make it stop!" she pleads in a quiet wisper that only she can hear.

(OOC: Sorry for the inactivity)

[Whiteknight]

(OOC: Okay, since it is friday tomorrow and there is no scheduled plans for immediately after school, I'll finish my post, catch up, and advance. Promise, trust me.)

[Seal]

(Start OOC:
(OOC: Bah, I haven't been paying much attention to this and I haven't posted in this for a Loong time, well the series, haven't posted in this part at all. Someone can replace me or whatever.) BH, it's fine. I'll see some solutions to this.

end ooc)

Note: The sun is slowly rising.

The savage, who ran off the bandits, reached her tribe's village.

What you're doing here
asked a spear-armed guard-woman.
"Hello.. let me in.. *shows the tattoo, shaped like the symbol of the tribe, in her leg*
Fine. The chief was waiting for you.

Some time later, in the chief's residence.

"Hello.. ch- What the.. Queen of the tribes?"
Yes, her majesty.

The Queen of the tribes is repected among all the savages, who usually fight each other. The King isn't respected almost anywhere, but he's crafty and is the reason the tribes fight each other.
The Queen is also the high priestess of the savage gods.
She is too holy to wear clothes. She is very beautiful, but isn't sexual to any other but the chosen of the gods, who always accompany the Queen. The chosen are very formidable fighters.

The queen speaks:
I am here because of strange powers originating in the nearby forest. They may be a threat to our tribes, so I'm going to find out the source. Your best warriors will be joining me, now.

Of course, your holyness. I've already called our best here, so you may go to investigate that source immedetialy, answered the chief to the queen.

"I may know where the source is exactly, some warriors of the old kingdoms had a camp in the forest last night, we should check that, too."

Very well, we shall.

Meanwhile, in the bandit camp.

Damnit, some wanderers have attacked us during the night... but now, archers, be on your guard for enemy archers in the forests.

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Don't worry, fear not - Rhonin, I'll take care of it. You may think I was lacking in caution, but I have a powerful tool in backhand...literally.)

The three bandits left in the three, holding OleMurder and Tarynde hostage, seized OleMurder's arms and disarmed him off the longstaff. The one bandit who kept the longstaff, seemed to be the leader, said: "This is a powerful enchanted staff...wonders what abilities it might ha-"..

..before he could finish his sentence, there came a sudden arrow into the three, knocking the staff out of the bandit leaders' hand, and wounding him severly in the hand. "AUGH! What could this possible be!? An archer? Which we have overlooked? Didn't the guards.."

Another arrow flew into the three, hitting the bandit leader in the skull. He fell down with the longstaff still in his hand. With that, OleMurder could hear Rhonins proud voice: "Touchè!"

But they hadn't won yet. While Rhonin dragged the body of the dying bandit leader away, it could be heard screams from the three. The two bandits who was left, was attempting to molest Tarynde, ripping off the upper part of her clothing, leaving her almost naked-chested. Then OleMurder, in a moment of rage and uncontrol, kicked the molesting bandit in the face, hitting his nose, making him groan in pain. The second bandit reacted swiftly, and knocked OleMurder out of the three, and taking over the the role as molestor, also taking her purse of gold and spell scrolls. OleMurder, lying on the ground, hit the ground fast and his head wheren't doing any good...he fell into a sub-conscious state, rabbling meaninglessly while looking into the air...

Tarynde wheren't a total weakling either, apparantly, she grabbed back her purse and slapped the second bandit in the face with it, making him fall back and hang from the three. Rhonin used this to his advantage, apparantly, and slung an arrow in the hanging bandit's direction, making him fall too, landing next too OleMurder, suffering more or less the same effects as Ole.

But the first and last bandit, who got kicked in the nose by Olemurder, became quickly conscious and decided to finish off Tarynde with a knife. "This is it," thought Tarynde. The bandit raised his knife to stab her in her very chest, trough the heart... when she raised out her foot to kick him just as deadly in the crotch, hurting his genitals. He groaned even more than Olemurder's hit. She pulled him over the edge of the three, making him land next too OleMurder, also suffering almost the same effects.

Tarynde jumped down, and landed perfectly, like a cat, saying: "Touchè!" too, and her dress blafred in the wind... David saw it, and concluded: "She has no pants...uh, wounds! GOOD!"

Rhonin and David used their precious time to bow before priestess Tarynde, but they had both forgot the improsoned Bandit David was supposed to watch over, used his chanches good, and knocked David down, stealing his knife, and threathened to kill him. Rhonin turned around, and had to react fast. Time was running out, and the bandit held a sharp knife to David's troath.

OleMurder can't help either, he's out cold, and Tarynde is too far away and unarmed, at best armed with melee weapons, so none can get close, but Rhonin has distance weapon..but will he manage to draw it fast enough to prevent the loss of a party member? Time shall show.

[Seal]

But the first and last bandit, who got kicked in the nose by Olemurder, became quickly conscious and decided to finish off Tarynde with a knife. "This is it," thought Tarynde. The bandit raised his knife to stab her in her very chest, trough the heart... when she raised out her foot to kick him just as deadly in the crotch, hurting his genitals. He groaned even more than Olemurder's hit. She pulled him over the edge of the three, making him land next too OleMurder, also suffering almost the same effects.

After the bandit had recovered from the strike for about half a minute, he grabbed the knife, and jumped at Tarynde, and attempted to slice her with the knife, but he was already almost exhausted, and was only able to cut Tarynde's clothes, and making a small, shallow wound to her. After that, he died, completely exhausted.
Tarynde screamt a bit when the knife hit her. After that, she only had some rags, not so usable as clothes. Tarynde was only able to make a proper wrap skirt out of it, the rest of the priestess dress was in so small bits. Of course, Tarynde asked the rest of the party for spare clothes.

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Right. That sound more plausible. Sometimes I just let the fantasy go from me...)

[Black.Ice]

Rhonin and David used their precious time to bow before priestess Tarynde, but they had both forgot the improsoned Bandit David was supposed to watch over, used his chanches good, and knocked David down, stealing his knife, and threathened to kill him. Rhonin turned around, and had to react fast. Time was running out, and the bandit held a sharp knife to David's troath.


C'mon, give me some credit here. :P David just got $!@&%-slapped standing around doing nothing. Argh, thats what I get for not posting.

I'll have a long one out for you tommorrow when I get some time.

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: It will be up to you guys to write what happens next now. I can't babysit you trough this one! Rhonin or Tarynde has to save David, quick, from the bandit holding David at knifepoint. How? Which way you decide. I can't help, since I lie subconscious togheter with other subconscious bandits...ach..)

[Whiteknight]

Okay, I should finally have time tomorrow to write. So many things came up today and more things today, that I couldn't post. I'll for sure finish it up tomorrow and advance the plot, since this isn't going much.

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Looks like Whiteknight is delaying infinite...)

[ShawnManX]

(OOC: Delaying the inevitable?)

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: No, I was meaning he was pushing the time limit for ever and ever, like, "I'll do it later..no, I'll do it later...I take the dishes tomorrow..next week.."..and so on, and so on..)

[Whiteknight]

(OOC: I know, I know, it's just that since I like this type of genre that I write pretty good with it. So many things have been popping up, that I havn't had the time to actually sit down and write a really good post, catching up. Well, that's all changed. I'm sitting down now, and writing the rest, no matter how long it takes, then, since I'll be caught up, it will be no problem for me to post frequently. It's just the big ass post I have to make that's deterring me from writing. Oh well, here goes. Starting... now!)

EDIT: (OOC: Okay, finally done. I'm including my whole story up to now, took me a while to write. Here it is.)

Karen smiled slightly as Danta slipped into the pool. She almost decided to join him, but looked up at the tree, shooting up into the sky as if nothing could stop it's growth. The beauty of it entranced her.

A voice broke Karen's reverie. She slowly turned around, missing what was said. The rest of the group congregated towards the clothes laid out on the grass. Karen wandered toward the robes, savouring the feel of the grass across her delicate feet, the erratic cries of the birds around her, the way the wind refreshed her body. Karen was in blissful happiness, the world around her seemed unreal, as if she was stuck in a dream.

The young woman eventually made it to the robes, and picked up the remaining one. The texture was unknown to Karen. It felt velvety in her hand; the cloth was soft. She raised it up over her head and donned the dress. Karen scarcely felt the weight of the cloth. Looking down, the purple and white robe accented her body, and she reveled in the way it felt swaying across her skin.

Karen noticed Danta looking over a black, faded book. She joined him by his side and began to read. The man flipped through the pages, all describing the amulets that they would receive. Karen followed along as Danta continued to read, seemingly unaware of the presence by his side. The mage’s eyes focused on the picture of an amulet as Danta turned another page. The circular talisman depicted the scene of the male mage fighting off crowds of demons. It was the same scene Karen had seen time and time before, and she grew spellbound by it. Her eyes eventually wandered downwards, and scanned the page.

The Amulet of Zis

Is the amulet of order, cruelty and the living energies. Gains divine mana from violence, and can use it to destroy mortal beings and buildings or to restore/revive them.

The Amulet of Zis

The Amulet of Zis is the protector of order, cruelty, and living energies. Whoever shall hold the amulet shall possess great power, gained from the annihilations of others. The great power of mana shall be granted to the bearer. This power may be used to destroy mortal beings and buildings, or may restore or revive them.

The guardian of the amulet has been renowned as the greatest mage of times past. Zis is the only man who has been immune to the altering effects of magic. Mystery surrounds the man, but lore believes that the Goddess created this amulet for Zis after he defeated the army of ghouls, depicted on the front. Zis grew powerful with this amulet, which granted him power from other’s suffering. He began to grow evil, taking lives without mercy so that he may be granted further power. The Goddess took notice of this and became livid. She had intended that the amulet be used only on the enemies, never on the righteous. She came down to the world to relieve the wicked mage.

The Goddess accused Zis of becoming drunk with power, and demanded that he return the amulet so that She may protect it. Zis would not give up the amulet and a struggle resulted. The Goddess managed to summon all her power to stop the mage, and he was murdered by the Goddess.

The Amulet of Zis was the final amulet made by the Goddess, as She was fearful that any others she made would be used for evil intentions.
Karen looked up as Danta finished flipped the page. She contemplated what she had read. She finally knew what the name of the man who had been haunting her was. Karen also knew his story, or at least part of it. She turned her neck downwards again, and began to read with Danta.

***

Danta closed the book as the now familiar voice of Alice spoke.

"It's late, we all should get to sleep. Follow me to the sleeping.. 'room'." Karen did not know what the exaggeration on room meant, so she followed Alice out of the cleansing area to find out.

The passage Alice lead them through was quite large. The walls seemed to be disintegrating at some times, and sturdily built at others. They shifted with every passing person, as if noticing the person. The walk was fairly short, contrary to the other walks they had had.

Alice soon came to an open doorway and bright light flooded into the hallway. Karen allowed the others to move ahead of her into the room. The young mage heard gasps as her accomplices moved into the rooms. Karen strode toward to room and was taken aback. The ‘room’ was a courtyard, filled with swaying grass caused by the slight breeze. The walls were crumbling slightly, and were covered in ancient writing. She recognized most of it, her mother had taught her the language early on in life.


(Starting here)

Karen felt a slight tug on her dress, and she looked down. The small child in the group was staring up at her, with bright and curious eyes.


“Hello, Carmella, what might you want?” Karen was in an elated mood, and she was happy to help do whatever Carmella would want.


“I… I’m having a hard time reading this, could you help me?” Karen grinned and guided the child towards a part of the wall. The mage scanned the imprints on the wall, and began to read them aloud. Carmella sat on the ground, listening intently as Karen continued to read the inscriptions. Occasionally, a question would be asked and she would explain it as much as she could. Time passed quickly, and before long, Karen’s eyes were beginning to droop. There was an odd silence and she looked behind her, at the now peacefully sleeping child curled up in a ball. The woman gently picked Carmella up and deposited her by a tree, on the thickest patch of grass she could find.

Karen wandered around, inspecting some of her companions. She had never really liked to sleep; it left her feeling almost as defenseless as if she did not have her staff. Her thoughts turned to that of her staff. They had not returned it to her yet, and she was near powerless without it. Oddly, these thoughts passed over her with little worry, and she felt calm.


Eventually, Karen strolled towards the small child, and laid down on her back beside her, with her arms behind her head. The stars captivated Karen, and she gazed at them, wondering about the mysterious of the universe that she would never know. Her eyelids eventually bested her, and sleep overtook the mage.


***

A moving mass of demons surrounded Karen. Horrible noises emerged from the aggregation, and they began to advance in on Karen. She fingered her staff and began to back up, bumping into another person. The sorceress twirled around, and froze in mid-staff swing. A man, the man, was staring back at her. Karen stumbled backwards as the male mage stood over her. Demons continued to approach the two, and a chant arose from the crowd. An evil grin grew over his face.

Karen remembered what the book of the amulets had said, and a question sprang to her mind, ”You… why did you do it, you had it all, but you turned… evil! What made you do it, why did you thirst for power as you did?” The man smiled sadly and shook his head.


“You will understand one day, Karen. The choice will spring up on you and you shall be forced to pick. You will pick it, Karen, there is no resisting it. And once you have picked it, there shall be no going back. You will understand once you come across the choice, Karen, and you shall follow in my footsteps, but you shall succeed where I had failed.” His voice boomed out all along the chamber.


“I will never be evil like you, Zis. Power will not overwhelm me, like it did you. You were weak, Zis, and I am not like you!”


“We shall see, Karen, we shall see.” With that, Zis pushed Karen and she fell backwards, right into the congregate of demons. Hands prodded and searched her, ripping her close, poking her, hurting her…


“Get everyone caught!” Walls exploded around the group, and Karen was jolted awake from her dream. A cold sweat covered her face, and she tried to wipe it off. Her arms would not move and realized that someone had gripped her hands from behind her, and began to pull her up.


‘Bad mistake,’ she thought. Karen pushed up with her legs, and began to flip around in the air. She thrust her foot out and a sickening ‘smack’ resounded as the foot connected with the man’s nose. The unknown man released his grip on Karen and covered his nose, with blood dripping onto the ground around him. Karen wasted no time and delivered a quick roundhouse kick the groin. The man dropped to the ground, blood mixing with tears.

Karen heard more men run up. They both caught her arms, and began to push her towards the ground. Karen thrashed and tried to kick, but the third man had finally recovered, and pinned her legs down.


“Cmon, let’s get some chains over here. This one’s a fighter!” A gruff voice emanated out of the man with the broken nose. He clamped the chains on her hands and feet. He began to walk away, but swiftly snuck in a sharp kick in Karen’s side. Tears welled up, but she held them, and her scream, in.


Two men dragged the now defenseless Karen towards the group already captured. Her chains were connected to the little girl’s and they all began to march eastward. Karen tried to console the scared child, and reassured her that everything would be fine. Carmella began to stumble and Karen quickly picked her up, for fear of repercussion. The child had done nothing to warrant this abuse, and Karen felt sorry for her.


Eventually, the captors halted the ground, and the weary Karen put the child down. A sword was pressed to the neck of Karen, and she saw it was being done with all the captives. A trickle of blood ran down Karen’s neck, and she recognized the voice of the one she had injured. He moved in close to her ear, and the stench of his breath overpowered Karen. She coughed and the knife was pushed in deeper.

The man whispered to Karen, “Don’t think you aren’t going to get away with what you did, as soon as he’s not looking, I’ll find a way to exact revenge. Just wait...” Karen was shoved down the steps, and she stumbled into the people in front of her. The door slammed behind her, and she was in pitch-black darkness, with the exception of a small window struggling to brighten the terribly dark place.


“Karen? I’m …scared,” a high-pitched voice sounded from in front of Karen. She recognized the voice of Carmella. Carmella began to whimper, and Karen tried to console and reassure her. The child began to quiet and stopped crying.

Alice piped up, “Somebody found this place.. that means that somebody else is also going here to rescue us.. maybe..” Karen hardly felt encouraged by this news, but Alice’s faith rubbed off on Karen and she began to feel better. The young girl pushed her head into Karen’s gown, crying somewhat. Karen held her head, soothing her.

**************

(OOC: And now I wait for whatever to happen. I'll be able to post easily, now that I've got myself caught up. How is that, anyways? Anything wrong with it?

Ah, it feels good to finally finish that. :)

BTW, the whole thing is 4 and a half pages, took me a while to write both parts.)

[Black.Ice]

David lay on the ground, his hands and feet sprawled out. The disturbance at night had caused a silence in the forest. The crickets no longer chirped in their harmonious rhythm. David lay still as the bandit held his own sword against his throat.

"Don't move!" he yelled, to Rhonin who slightly shifted his weight, his bow in hand.

"Move a muscle, you're friend is dead," the bandit screamed, visibly shaking from pinning David down.

"I don't know him," David stated, quietly his eyes twitching towards Rhonin.

The bandit, slightly confused at the statement, looked at Rhonin. David brought his hands up quietly and swiftly, and with a strong shove, he pushed the sword away from his neck. The bandit sprawled back, still clutching his sword.

David sprang to his feet, his intention to get the bandit while he was on the ground. Before he could do so, a barrage of arrows struck the bandit.

David walked slowly to the bandit, examining his hands. He had suffered deep cuts along his plams from pushing the sword.

He pulled the sword out of the man's hands. How could he have been so foolish? He hadn't seen the bandit coming.

David looked at Rhonin, who was jogging towards OleMurder. David looked around the ground, scanning it for anything that he could use as a bandage for his hand.

(OOC: Been busy with work an all. Something really quick to get it moving. I wont be able to post until Thursday or Friday. Someone move us to the temple by then. [B]

[Whiteknight]

(OOC: Hopefully Seal will be back by then and can help us captives)

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Good to see you do actions and judgements withouth me in lead. It's healthy for zhè group, right! Controlling eachother is not lè bad, just aslong as you make your own character dominant. I hope you, EnderWiggin/Rhonin can take là next continue of the story, yes?)

Yes, OleMurder and two other bandits lied subconscious on the ground. Olemurder was rambling words, seemingly withouth making sense or purpose of linking the words togheter to a particular sentence, just seperated words... "Sufferasi...Burnthesi...Redrum...NOOOOO!!!!"

Ole raised up, and began walking around subconsciously, then grabbing his staff, and stabbed the bandits to death, striking his staff trough their very hearts. All while being subconscious, he killed the last bandits left, but then fell once again, to slumber... Rhonin had watched all the time, and raised and eyebrow saying: "OO-kay?"

Neither David nor Rhonin bothered in staying any longer, they both took OleMurder and carried him and his staff togheter, with Tarynde following close by. Onwards further down the road along they went, now reaching the walls of the Temple in the forest, merely 20 yards further away, and clock being precisely 10 minutes over midnight.

[Black.Ice]

David walked towards the temple, holding OleMurder's staff. Tarynde and Rhonin helped OleMurder. He was beginning to awaken, and David thought that it was strange that a simple drop could have such a severe effect on the man.

David approached the decaying stone walls of the temple. The wooded forest was so thick, that David did not see teh temple until he was close to it. They had come to the back of the temple.

David looked at Tarynde. She stepped away from OleMurder who was now conscious, but was grabbing his head. David threw Rhonin his staff. Rhonin caught it, and set it down on the ground.

"We should leave him here until he recovers," David stated.

Tarynde shot David a look of worry, but Rhonin reassured, "I believe there is no one else around. Tarynde, stay with him, me and David will go in from the front."

"You must go around from the front," Tarynde stated, her voice crisp in the night's air.

David nodded silently, as he walked behind her, hugging the wall. He scanned the forest, for any movement.

With Rhonin at his side, the duo walked to the entrance of the temple. David stepped inside, looking around for life. The temple looked run-down, and dilapidated. It was then David realized that it was his first time setting foot in a temple. He began to wonder if all of them were like this.

He drew his sword silently, and walked along the stone walls, Rhonin behind him. David listened for any sounds, but he could only hear the rhythmatic chirping of the crickets.

The two continued to explore the temple, but became frustrated when there was no sign of life. The two cautiously searched every corner of the stone temple, but saw no one.

David ran up a flight of stairs, and approached the top level of the temple. There was no roof, but David could clearly see around him. The top level was lined with a waist high stone wall, almost like a balcony. He spotted Tarynde and OleMurder in the distance. David ran across the stone floored roof until he was within ear-shot of the two.

Tarynde, who saw David came to the stone wall, and looked up at him. "What did you see?" she asked.

"There is no one around. No one." David said, looking back down to her.

"They must have taken them captive, and left," Tarynde shot back.

Rhonin ran to David's side. "What are the main paths leading to the temple?" Rhonin asked.

"There are three main paths," Tarynde stated, "We just took the one to the city, there are two more. One of them goes to ..."

(OOC: TAG Rhonin, or anyone who wants to fill this one in. Let me know if anything is wrong. )

[Whiteknight]

(OOC: I wonder where Seal went, it's been about a week. Maybe he's on vacation?)

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Perhaps he got stabbed by goblins in the dawn. Who knows. But Black Ice: It wasn't just a drop to the ground my character had, but also he landed on the backhead, from 5 meters down on roots and stony grass, in fact my effects wheren't that severe, rather un-severe compared to how how quick I got conscious.)

"...The inner black forest, where the raiders most likely went with the temple captives, the forest most certain has other creatures there, too... And the last path leads to a druid encampment," said Tyrande, her voice cringing with knowledge of the surrounding area, "whichever way we take is up to us, right?"

"Correct," OleMurder mumbled, beginning to regain his conscious. He was lucky, after all, considering the hit to the head. "I for one vote we seek aid in the druids' encampment. Journeying in the black forest is not for a small group of adventurers such as us to take, considering the wild life, or any of the raiders who could ambush if we got past the wild life, which is unlikely withouth druid aid, preferably some night elves."

But Rhonin, who sat posing in one of his fancy-dancy hunter-crouch positions, voiced opinion against Ole: "I don't trust those sniveling druids and elves! What could they do anyways? Try to TAME the wild life? Oh no, it is nothing compared to the BEAST INSIDE, anyways? Well most likely do it best on our own, besides, I can babysit all of you, AND myself! No raiders or beast can outgut me, I'll just plunge an fiercy arrow in their chest and BAM! End of story."

But Tarynde turned to Rhonin, and scoffed at him: "What an arrogance! Do you believe we can merely trifle with creatures of the dark, who may be even more than beasts, but manipulative, hypnothic, perhaps even demonic or undead, creatures? No my good sire, we need aid of druids or clerics here. I agree with OleMurder, the ranger - Best get some aid from the druids."

David, leaning towards the signpost, yawned: "Well, whatever. This prattle bores me. Let's get to action! Whether discretion is the better part of valor with help of night elven druids, or we should just strike from the shadows withouth spending time away, and get the captives back quicker, I vote..." (..and the one who continues the story decides what David votes.)

[Black.Ice]

(OOC: But Black Ice: It wasn't just a drop to the ground my character had, but also he landed on the backhead, from 5 meters down on roots and stony grass, in fact my effects wheren't that severe, rather un-severe compared to how how quick I got conscious.)

Absolutely right. It's just that my character didn't see all of it, and assumed that you got dropped. The sentence was, "David thought...."

Anyways, I feel I haven't been up to my best writing lately. Hopefully I'll get myself going, and get some good writing up. END OOC)

David thought intently on what Tarynde stated. They could either go with to the encampent, and receive help from the Druids or venture into the Black Forest. He listened to Rhonin and OleMurder's ideas, but didn't fully agree with them.

"...captives back quicker, I vote that we go to the inner Black Forest. For one thing, we do not know whether we will even receive help from the Druids. We are on this quest to rescue the captives, and the more time we delay, the more risk we are putting them into."

David continued feeling awkward of speaking and taking charge, "These bandits have no morales. With or without the druids help, they will still outnumber us. I believe it is better to strike quickly and silently, and stay on their trail."

It was quiet for a moment, the silence of the night once again overcoming the four. The stood huddled together.

"I agree," Tarynde stated, her head low, looking at the ground. She turned slightly, and looked at OleMurder and Rhonin.

"What if we split up," she suggested, "I will go to the encampment, and recruit as much help as I can get, and then lead them into the inner forest,"

"We would need you, Tarynde." OleMurder stated, "You are the only person who has knowledge of this... this area, and you know who they are."

"We should stick together. Either all of us go into the forest, or go to the encampment." Rhonin stated, his voice crisp and clear in the night.

"Let us go into the forest then, the more time we waste, the more danger we are putting them into," Tarynde stated.

David, unsheathed his scimitar. The four of them stood in the floor of the temple. David looked at his surroundings, and saw the broken stone wall, where the Bandits had entered through. He walked slowly to the bricks that lay scattered on the ground.

"Rhonin, you will lead. I will follow you back. Tarynde stay in the middle, and OleMurder bring up the back." David said quickly, "If we are attacked, everyone must stay together. Be weary of traps and ambushes that the bandits are sure to have left behind. Let's go."

With that, he jumped through the collapsed wall, and stood on the path. There was a visible trail on the grass where the bandits had came from. Rhonin swiftly came through the collapsed wall, and without further instruction, took the lead. He jogged along the grass, his eyes scanning the ground for the trail.

David followed him, keeping Rhonin's pace. He kept looking around at his surroundings, his dark eyes scanning the horizon for movement. He felt different. He felt strange; something in this area was not right. He presumed it to be the magical aura, but he still felt uneasy about what the four of them were about to face.

[ShawnManX]

Sometime durring the night Carmella had fallen asleep in the folds of Karens gown.

"There's no place like home, there's no place like home," I silently mouthed the words from the childrens book my mom would read to me every night before bed. As I slipped into sleep, the darkness gave way to red light, and an image formed in my mind, becoming clearer by the minute.
The stone counter top of the bathroom sink in our house loomed ahead of me, within arms reach. However the blood which was smeared across it's jagged edge and sharp corner made it seem miles away. My feet were wet, I looked down, there was water mixing with blood, thinning it out, and hunched over the edge of the bathtub was my father, coughing on the blood that poured from the deep laceration in his forehead. No feelings of fear took me, only relief, he was breathing his last breath.
How long ago was this? I was only seven, that's right. What was I doing here? He brought me here, he was drunk again, he'd beaten mother senseless again, and grandmother and grandfather were deaf and couldn't hear me, I was alone again. It was up to me to save my family from this monster, the events played out in my mind from the begining.
*SLAM* The door was hastily shut as he returned from the bar. And began to order mother around, my grandparents already asleep, tucked away safely upstairs. "Get me something to eat," he'd yell as he slapped her face, and violently pushed her into the kitchen. I shuddered when his eyes landed on me, but I stood my ground, tonight I was going to end this madness. "Today's yer birthday? Isn't it?" he said in a mock understanding tone. "I've brought you something..."
"I have something for you too," I thought, remembering the water I'd spilled earlier in the bathroom.
I acted imtimidated, like I had before, and let him drag me into the soft glow of the bathroom and shut the door. "It's all yours, go ahead touch it..."
"As you wish," I said cooly, keeping my head down so he wouldn't see my smirk, I closed my eyes and pulled down with all my weight, I was standing on the only dry patch of ground, his footing was lost. I looked up in that instant so he could see my smile. Dread spread as a plague across his features as he was wrenched forward and his face connected with the sharp corner of the stone sink. His face collapsed, his neck snapped and he doubled over backwards tripping over the edge of the bathtub. A gorey arc raising from where he'd conected with the sink lept up the one wall and across the ceiling finishing behind the now bloodstained shower curtain. I looked on the scene with a feeling of pride, I had saved my family from the beast. A smile spread over my face as I slept.

The sun was low in the sky when Carmella's eyes fluttered open, other than their guards she was the only one awake in the whole encampment, staring into the crisp sky, towards the city of clouds she said it again. "There's no place like home."

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Yes indeed, it is a magical aura. And that aura...is a teleporting aura.)

The group felt trapped inside the magical aura, almost formed like an invincible circle. In front of them, there was a blur in the air, and blip! Someone appeared in front of them.

"What trickery is this!?" OleMurder yelled out trough the forest, awkward a bit because he might have revealed their position to the forest's beasts...but no-one appeared..

It was a woman, and she was night-elf... atleast, that's what Tarynde said. "Hey! You're an night elf. What are you druids doing here?" The woman was a female druid, very uncommon amongst night elves yet it happened.

"Silence, Tarynde." the woman said, obviously knowing her. "You are in breach of our territories, trespassing the forbidden forest! None but us druids are allowed to enter this forest! You will be taken care of. You might not venture safely here, withouth a druid. As I see, none of you do I recognize as a druid, hm?"

Everyone in the group stared at each other. The magical aura they felt must have been some kind of aura alarm, the druids have made to alarm them of any intruder presence, probably not because they where hiding anything but they wanted to keep people out of this dangerous forest. Rhonin voiced up: "David here is a ranger, like no-one else! Doesn't it count?"

David answered: "No, it doesn't. But if this druid whould escort us further into the forest, we whould be glad for her assistance, whould we not?"

"I for once does not trust this paltry druid. I say we move on withouth her..."
OleMurder said, slighty irritated. "You are not going anywhere. What are your buisness here anyways?" the night elf druid said.

Tarynde answered: "We are chasing some bandits who are keeping priests and priestesses captive in the black forest."

The Night Elf Druid was shocked. Terrified. And replied hastly: "You priest/esses are our most close allies, of course we will help. I am Meiav Shodawsong, Druid of the Talon. I will release you, and aid you in the rescue. Hail the alliance!"

The magical circle dispersed, and the group was free to go. Rhonin answered: "Thank you...hmmm.."wise" night elf....very well, we shall cooperate, but stay on your toes. I do not like to be captured like this. However, time is running out and we does not have the luxury of time to discuss, so let's get moving."

The five assembled, and began marched further into the black forest, who became darker as they passed and more tight of space...but a light could be seen in the distance, like a torch..a flare in a camp...this must be investigated further, looks like a outpost for the raiders, and their leader, Allidin the Rogue...whose probably not far from the captives either... and in the woods, red eyes of lurking beasts are peering at the group of adventurers...ready to strike...

[Whiteknight]

(OOC: *Bumpage* Where did Seal go? He hasn't been on for half a month, if he doesn't come back in 15 days then I vote that someone takes over this RP)

[Black.Ice]

(OOC: *Bumpage* Where did Seal go? He hasn't been on for half a month, if he doesn't come back in 15 days then I vote that someone takes over this RP)

I don't know where that foo disappeared too. Oh well, I guess. If he doesn't show, I might just drop outta this one. I feel like my writing is crap right now; I can't seem to get anything decent. Just working on my own RP, and looking for a good one to join.

If he doesn't show up soon, we'll discuss it then. 15 days isn't a long time; just give him a little longer to crawl back to warboards. Probably on a vacation or cramming for finals, or whatever.

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Then let's be a little independant and iniative here, folks? Let's continue the story. We don't need zhè host to continue the story, does we? The host only moderates the rules of the RPG, and we're the guests, so we interact right? Right, let's get it on. And Black Ice, fear not for yer writing. No-one is judging you - Atleast, I hope they're not..but who cares? Let's have zhè fun!)

[Mtank]

im off this thing hasnt been too interesting, plus i dont have the time i did before,.

ah well its not like i contributed much anyway.

[ShawnManX]

(OOC: he probably got hit by a car)

[Whiteknight]

(OOC: Maybe he needs one of those program things that a person at BF has.

Don't log on your computer for a month = New thread in WB, message to everyone, etc. Supposedly presumed dead.

I don't think I'd want that, it would remind me too much that death is just around the corner...

How about this: if he doesn't show up in 3 days, I'll continue the storyline and we can continue. We are losing people left and right here! Stay in!)

[ShawnManX]

(OOC: I'll try not to die.)

[Black.Ice]

(OOC: Then let's be a little independant and iniative here, folks? Let's continue the story. We don't need zhè host to continue the story, does we? The host only moderates the rules of the RPG, and we're the guests, so we interact right? Right, let's get it on. And Black Ice, fear not for yer writing. No-one is judging you - Atleast, I hope they're not..but who cares? Let's have zhè fun!)

Who knows. He's the one that created the RP, and if he doesn't show, it's sort of weird to take over his story. From the looks of it, he had something great planned out, and everything was flowing well. Then for some reason, it just began to fall apart.

Everyone is dropping like flies... But I guess I'll stick around.

[Ole-The-Murder]

Post content removed since I agree it was a bit over the edge..but atleast it convinced people to keep it up and zhè spirit :bigsmile:

[Whiteknight]

We're not taking over his story, we're just continuing it, goddamnit..just 'cuz he started it..fuck it..JUST CONTINUE THE STORY. Okay, now I'm in charge here. You people: Continue RP'ing until Hylje come back and take back command. Until then, don't be like sheeps and "Uh, it's dead." It wasn't dead, we where like having the story good and going and THEN people quit it and THEN they say it's dead..WTF? It's dead only because you leave it just because Seal isn't here! Heck, since when was it a rule you where totally independent of the host to be around so you can be babysitted while RP'ing? Bah! No, I'm sticking around. Cowards.
You are not in charge here. If anyone is to take charge of this RP, then it would either be me, BH, Sterling Rat, or SMX, as we were here from the beginning and I'm sure that Seal trusts us.

The reason we do not want to continue RPing until Seal gets back is because Seal was leading the story. He had just given us our general idea and we finished that, now that he is not able to help guide the story, people don't really want to RP.

I suppose lets start RPing soon. No one take over, just let our posts guide the story. I'm sure Seal can fix it if anything is wrong by the time he gets back. I will probably post after I get back from gofling, then.

[ShawnManX]

(OOC: Seal trusts us? I guess that works, okay.
/me cracks knuckles)

Turning over the situation in my head I realised that this was the time for us to make our escape if ever there was a time, because all of our captors were asleep, however, we were too, and it'd be impossible to wake them with the guards watching. Slowly an idea formed in my head. I decided to explore the camp some more.

Carmella approached one of the guards, "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom, do you know where I can go?"

The guard grunted a reply, "You can go where ever you want, that collar around your neck has magic that keeps you from leaving the boundarey we placed when we set up the camp, have fun"

Carmella placed her hand on her neck and felt the cold iron ring there, "that's strange," she thoguht, "It doesn't seem to weigh anything." But she quickly corrected herself, "No it's not strange, it's magic, they could have made it dance for all I care," She smiled atthe thought of the dancing collar.

"Well, are you going to go, or were you just trying to get away?" The guard interrupted her thgouhts.

"I'm going, I just remembered a funny joke from my home," and with that she was off, "I might as well explore the camp, not going have many opportunities after this."

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Whiteknight, might be true, but you forgot even if the general idea was his, I was along motivating people to carry on all zhè time. And why not RP while he's not here? We have our own paths in this adventure, we can make our own way in yours RPG. Not that I'm full of myself, but heh, I'm speaking atleast somewhat of the truth.. Now either Black.Ice or EnderWiggin: Continue my story from last page.)

[Whiteknight]

(OOC: Okay, enough of this, we will move this RP along with our collective minds. Bumpage and writage)

Karen woke up as the sun blinded her. Her hand rose to shield her face and the mage rose. The weight in her side had dissapeared, and Karen quickly twisted her head, searching for young girl. A splinter of light created a silhouette of a child walking out the door.

"Carmella!" Karen's mind raced as she rushed over towards the door, resulting in a stone door slammed into her face. The room grew dark again and the small window struggled to contain it's light in the darkness. Karen sunk against the door, and brooded. A thought struck Karen as she sat with her head in her hand. Her powers! She had almost forgotten about her powers, as the temple and the palace had restricted her powers. But maybe...

Karen held her hand in front of her, concentrating as hard as she could. Warmth began to exude from an area directly above the cup of her hands. Tingles like pinpricks began to poke Karen's hands, but she continued to concentrate. A bright light grew behind Karen's eyelids and they fluttered open. A small flame twirled in the air, small sparks flying every whichway.

"Grow. Grow!" Karen shut her eyes again and imagined the flame growing, expanding unstoppably. Heat burned her arms and worked it's way up to her chest, which was heaving from the stress. The light was blinding now, and a commotion was in it's starting stages outside. Karen gave thanks to whatever being had given her power and twirled around, whipping the flame at the stone door.

The ball of flame struck the stone door, and spread around. Amazingly, the flames burned and grew, engulfing all of the stone building. The guards began to scream and run away at the phenomenon. Yells were heard outside, and guards began to run away. The door was flung open... and the guards flew back, beholding the full fury of the mage.

The other captives began to awake and ran to Karen's side.

(OOC: All righty, wake up people, this is surviving. This is the only rp so far that I enjoy writing in and write fairly good posts most of the time. Let's go, we will drive the story!)

[Black.Ice]

I'll post something... remarkable tommorrow. I've completely forgot what I'm doing in this thread.

C'mon everyone, lets keep this alive.

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: The group (OlEMurder, Rhonin, Tarynde and David) + Meiav Shodawsong (Night Elf Druid) is assualting Allidin the Rogue's encampment where he helds the captives in tents and magical beasts in cages - preferably his combat servants. You can write that part, Black.Ice.)

[Black.Ice]

(OOC: I hope you all don't mind, but I'm going on a little side plot with my story here. )


David followed the four, lurking behind them. His sword was drawn, and he held it tightly in his hand. The palm of his hands still stung from the wound, but he had managed to bandage them. He ignored the pain. The five walked quickly and silently through the forest.

The forest was dark, despite the two moons illuminating the night sky. The thick forest canopy blocked most of the light, but a few patches of the moonlight cleared, lighting the path.

The forest was mostly silent, except for the rhtymic chirping of crickets, followed by the footsteps of the group of five.

David walked slowly. He felt relieved that the druid, Meiav had joined them. She had seemed to know the forest by heart, and David was confident that they were heading in the right direction.

The five walked relentlessly into the forest, walking deeper and deeper into it. The growth of trees had increased and was dense. The forest floor was covered with leaves, twigs, moss and grass. The five continued walking.
The trail was no longer a definite path, and David was completely and utterly lost.

David was still on edge; he still knew that magical creatures inhabited the forest. He had expected to see something by now, but their journey was almost eventless. David has presumed that Meiav avoided the native creatures of the forest, and was taking them along the safest route.

The group had now gone hours without speaking to each other. David, with his sword still drawn, scanned the trees. He then saw something. Small, at first. David stopped, and looked at the base of the large tree. He stared at it, forcing his eyes to see something in the darkness. He saw nothing.

The four ahead of him had not noticed that David had stopped. They continued to walk without him. David turned towards them, and began to jog towards the four.

As he stepped passed the large tree, he felt something wrap around his ankle. He jumped, mainly out of fear and surprise. He kicked his foot, in attempt to remove the organic binding.

Then, there was a sharp pain in his ankle, and it was stabbed by the organic binding. David opened his mouth to call for help, but he felt everything around him fading. He attempted to balance himself, but his body was no longer responding to him. David slumped over, and fell to the ground, his sword falling besides him

***

Rhonin, OleMurder, Tarynde and Meiav walked into the forest.

"I think we should stop," OleMurder called out.

Meiav, who had been leading the three stopped. "We are almost there," she stated, standing close to a tree.

Rhonin walked to them. They were silent for a moment.

"Where's David?" Tarynde suddenly asked. Everyone turned their head, expecting him to be standing against a tree in the distance.

The four looked around, in attempt to see if he was nearby. Then, they suddenly began to become worried. "Where is he?" Tarynde asked again, asking the other three, as if hoping they would know.

"When was the last time someone saw him?" Rhonin called out, still scanning the area, in attempt to find him.

"Back at the trail. We haven't talked for a whle," OleMurder said.

"We have to go back and find him." Rhonin stated.

"Lets go," OleMurder stated, grabbing his staff.

"Wait," Meiav stated, "How far back do you intend on going? Back to the trail?"

"If we have to, yes" Rhonin stated, his temper beginning to show.

"Think logically Rhonin. He must have been captured. If he is captured, he will be with the rest of captives."

"What if he wasn't captured? What if he was attacked by.. by a creature?"

"By now, he is as good as dead," Meiav responded, her voice semi-monotonous, showing no emotion.

"What if he just fell down?" OleMurder said, "and how do you know he didn't get seperated from the group 30 seconds ago?"

"I don't know," Meiav stated, "and he would've stopped us if he was injured,"

OleMurder let out a sigh. He slammed his staff into the tree, shouting out, and then almost regretting that he had done that.

"Me and OleMurder will go," Rhonin stated, "with or without you,"

"How do you expect to get back?" she stated, in her same monotonous voice. This seemed to have changed their minds. The forest was a confusing place, and without her help, they would have been as good as lost.

This time Rhonin sighed.
There was a brief silence, before Tarynde stated, "David can take care of himself. I hope... I hope he will be fine,"

Rhonin and David, having no other choice, continued with Meiav, leaving David behind.

(OOC: David will not be with the bandits/captives, and don't "suddenly" run into him. I hope I didn't overstep my liberty by posting that little ending thing with your character talking. Just wanted to get some action into this, and develop my character a little more )

[Whiteknight]

(OOC: I'll read it later, I'm going to bed now soon. Don't worry about making up side plots, it's okay, after all, that's what I've been doing with my mage guy all along

Dammit, where IS seal, anyways?)

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Heh, heh, nice subplot, Black.Ice! We'll stick with it, right?)

After a hasy debate about either leave a man behind or rescue the captives/attack the camp.
"Wait," OleMurder said, raising his staff to signalize his need for attention.

"I have an idea." he continued.
"What?" Meiav turned around, now talking in her most monotonous, emotionless voice, almost like a machine. "We have no time for this! We are ought to be saving our allies!"

Rhonin turned to her. "Look, what are you getting out of this?"
"What?" Meiav said. "What do you mean?"
The local druid was looking like something bad was ought to happen.
"I mean," Rhonin entered "Storyteller"-mode, "You're here to turn us down or help us?"
Meiav frowned. "Well apparantly I'm just doing this for my big sized ego, OKAY? Now lets get going!"

Tarynde shouted with her princess-like voice; "HOLD IT! Stop fighting."
Everyone looked at Tarynde. "Let's hear Ole's idea."
OleMurder frowned himself; "FINALLY! Now listen. I and Meiav will attempt the rescue at the captives, while Rhonin and Tarynde goes looking for David. Right?"

Meiav shrugged; "Whatever. Aslong as I'm on the attack team, I'm happy as anyone. Can't care for any stupid idiots in the team who run off to take a pee."
Tarynde nodded: "I agree. But still, we need all allies we can get to rescue the captives, even an idiot who gets lost - Might need some reinforcements if Ole and Meiav gets captured themselves."
Rhonin smiles: "Actually. Finally some action! Tarynde, you ready?"

Tarynde nodded, and Rhonin set off. Tarynde followed by.
"Well," Ole turned to Meiav, who continued the sentence.
"Let's rock", she said, and the druid dragged OleMurder further into the woods.

(OOC: Black.Ice or EnderWiggin can continue the part, choose to write the rescue of the captives or the finding of David..dead, or alive.)

[Black.Ice]

D'oh, I would've preferred no one going to look for him. I'll write more of the subplot later tonight. It will do a little character building...

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It was a hot summer day, and David stood resting against the shovel he had been using. It had been several hours, and the sun had been beating down on him relentlessly. David was exhausted, but it was a feeling he had grown accustom to.

He picked up the shovel, and began to work again before the guard caught him resting. David slammed the shovel into the pile of rock, and heaved it to the side, filling up the large container. His work would never end, and only the sunset would provide him with rest.

David looked at the sky. The sun was directly overhead. David continued to look at the sky, noticing that it wasn't the bright blue it used to be. It was now a dark gray, yet there were no clouds. The color was too uniform to have been a cloud.

David continued to look at the sky, despite the guard shouting at him. Slowly, everyone around David had noticed the change, and they too looked at the sky. Within a few more seconds, the sky had darkened, changing into pure black.

David, never seeing anything like this in his life, continued to stare. The guard who had been shouting at him was now staring at the sky as well.

Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light. The sudden contrasting light was too bright; it was unnatural. The light became so bright, it began to hurt his eyes. David attempted to look away, but could not. He felt as if his body was petrified, and stuck. The bright light intensified, and then David had the feeling of weightlessness.

He began feeling as if he was being lifted towards the light. He was being raised higher and higher. And for the first time in a very long time, David felt happy. He felt at peace. He felt as if the light was calling to him. He continued to rise above the ground, until he was surrounded in light.

Within that light, a face began to appear. Lightly at first, but slowly taking it'sshape. David stared into the light. He could see a definite face in there now. "David," the face called out, lovingly.

David looked into the face. It was Lindsey. "No," David said, almost in horror. This couldn't be happening. Lindsey was dead. He saw her die. She coudln't be here.

"No," David said again, shaking his head, backing away, still floating in midair. "Why?" Lindsey's voice asked, clear and loud, but now with anger.

With that, David began to fall. He fell towards the ground. Everything around him began to fade away, until his body slammed into the ground. David awoke.

David, opened his eyes. Or, atleast he thought he did. He coudln't see anything. Were his eyes open? Was he blind?

He didn't know. David attempted to sit up, but then realized he couldn't. His eyes hands and legs were bound to the ground.

David focused his mind. His eyes were open, he realized, but he still could not see anything. He forced himself to calm down. He was in a dark room. Trapped inside a cave he figured.

He struggled with his hands and feet, but it was no use. It was then, he began to feel fear. He struggled against his bindings even harder, but coudln't break them free. What if he was blind? What had happened?

He tried to remember what had happened. He remembered something wrapping around his ankle, but what it was he didn't know.

David struggled again against his organic bindings, attempting to break free. He coudln't. It was useless.

David's heart pounded, and his mind raced. He was afraid. He was more then afraid, he was terrifed.

David listened to his surroundings. He heard water trickling in the distance.

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I'm calling it a night. I'm too tried to write. I'll edit this post later, and finish it up. Sorry