Dawn of Civilization [Archive]

BlackHawk

02-29-2004, 10:29 AM

OMG sweet idea Doomy, aren't you glad you came to WB now? :D.

Name: Xuther
Age: 18
Location: In the City of Ur.
Occupation: Merchant.
Magic: Xuther has the capability to use slight telekinetic powers, as well as being able to read peoples minds. Though both of these are just beggining to show themselves in Xuther, he may one day be able to do great, or terribly evil things with them.
Weapons: Xuther usually uses his own custom made Great Axe, but he can get his hands on anything.
Armour: Light Helms.
Equipment: Anything in his shop / restaurant he feels he might need on an adventure.
Description: Xuther is a friendly and outgoing man. He enjoys living a peaceful life after having a very eventful childhood he has decided to 'retire' from that sort of life. But you never know what might happen in this time and era.
Biography: Xuther lived comfortably in Ur as a child. He was born into one of the richer families, and in Ur that is something worth noting. Since he turned 16 he decided to go out and explore the world. So with his friends Sam and Paul he journeyed across the great lands of this world. He saw many beautiful places such as giant tropical forces, reaching out for the suns great energy. But they also saw the dark side of things, running into people of all sorts, pirates, thieves, even those belonging to the Thousand Sun cult.

After countless journeys and adventures they came back home, but they didn't come alone, Xuther brought home a monkey that had followed them around in the tropical forests of Leth'kal, and Sam brought home a wife that he had married in the city of Jericho.

Once home Xuther decided he wanted to have his own business, instead of working for someone else. So he slowly began building his own 'empire' of businesses. He first started with a humble restaurant called The Mattidon, which soon flourished into something of great esteem having even the likes of Akalamdug himself dining there.

His friends Paul and Sam also decided to follow in Xuther's path by deciding to open their own blacksmith and weapons / armour store. But their parents were not as well off as Xuther's and they lacked the money to finance such an endeavor. So Xuther, seeing his friends in need, bought them a storefront beside his restaurant and got them on their way. Now that the armour / weapons store entitled Ur's Fine Armour Shopee has gotten to be one of the most trusted armour, weapons and blacksmithing shopee's of Ur, they named Xuther a co-owner because of all of his help.

If anything needs to be changed / altered just tell me.

EDIT: edited for being so uber teched out I would of owned your arses :).

Valjean

02-29-2004, 11:25 AM

(OOC: I'm gonna just post something to give you an idea of what my character is like.)

I woke up in my house. My relatives where already up. As I yawned, I heard the snap of twigs and bushes right outside. I looked out. In poped the head of a deranged looking man. I ran from them. Soon, these men met up with another group of these men and started grapping and taking everyone around me. I ran in the direction of my mother, only to see one of the men seeze her by the hair and gab her under the breasts. She screamed, "run! run!!" at me. I did as she pleased. However, three other men ran after me. I had no idea what was going on. I ran into the near-by forest. I hid in a small ditch. When they came in the area, I threw a rock in the opposite direction. I heard the men run in that direction. I waited awhile until I looked back minutes later. The men weren't there.

I ran in the opposite direction the men were running and made sure to avoid my home. After awhile, I decided to stop for a rest. I looked in the direction of my house only to see smoke and hear chanting from the strange men. I heard the cries of my relatives. They cried and screamed in fear and confusion. I heard the loud ring of metal. One by one, I heard each voice of my relatives give their loudest scream as the ring of the metal was heard again. After the loud scream, they gave silence. Soon, the only one left was one very close to me. My mother gave loud weeping noises. As I realised the situation, I ran in her direction. Faster and faster I ran. I heard the chanting get louder and louder. Then, I heard it. The ring of metal along with the loudest scream of my mother. Several birds rose from the trees and flew away.

I fell down on the ground.

***

I woke up in the middle of the city called Ur. I had had the dream again. Why was I forced to be tormented every day by the dream? I got up from the ground and brushed myself off. I started to walk around town in search of more vile fallowers of the evil that had killed my relatives.

Doombringer64

02-29-2004, 10:10 PM

Armour: Chainmail.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAy to advanced for the time period.

a small band of Nomads with a growing religion.
Thousand Sun cult.
(I'm making these to groups one and the same.)

(I'm going to go ahead and start, but this RP will remain open.)

Rumors of a raid begin to circulate through the city of Ur. Rumors which seem to be confirmed be a military build up.

Valjean

03-01-2004, 5:51 AM

(I'm making these to groups one and the same.)
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but seriously, I was going to give them a different name. >=/ Damn you BlackHawk!! >=\ )

I continued to walk through the city. Several people tried to sell me things, but I ignored them.

I decided to go to the The Mattidon today and eat something, then go on the hunt again.

***

When I walked in, only a couple of people were in the place. I went to one of the seats and ordered a drink.

BlackHawk

03-01-2004, 7:02 PM

but seriously, I was going to give them a different name. >=/ Damn you BlackHawk!! >=\ )

(OOC: Anytime, mate :).

"Haven't seen you before, chump. Where you from?" Xuther asked the man that just sat down at his bar. "Oh, where are my manners, can I get you anything? We've got october ale, apple cider, as well as some of the finest ales and beers from all over. I bet you can't find a better collection, and you can hold me to that."

I wonder if this one knows anything about the raid rumors? He could be a spy from those bandits or whoever that intend on raiding this fair city. Should I report him? Should I get him drunk and see if he'll spill everything out on his own? But instead of going along with any of the crazy scenarios wizzing through his mind, Xuther decided to play it cool and see if the man would betray his identity through his actions.

Valjean

03-01-2004, 7:12 PM

(ooc: This RP will take place somewhere between 6000-3500 B.C.

O_o Blackhawk apparently has invented beer. =P)

"Beer? What is this...'beer'? Hmm...whatever it is, I'll have some." I said, taking out some gold and bronze.

Doombringer64

03-01-2004, 8:45 PM

(Beer has been around since very close to the 10,000 B.C. mark, if not longer. Yes humans have their priorties in order.
http://www.alabev.com/history.htm )

BlackHawk

03-01-2004, 9:07 PM

(Beer has been around since very close to the 10,000 B.C. mark, if not longer. Yes humans have their priorties in order.)

(OOC: Ahahahah I > Werewolf :D. GG no re. Thank you Doom, and yes, aren't humans just so smart :\ )

"A beer it is. Anything in particular? Right now the house special is a rare beer from the south. It's made from a recipe given to me by a tribe in the tropical forests. Or of course you can go for one of our more 'common' beers" boasted Xuther as he placed a piece of papyrus that had all their beers listed, infront of the man.

I'm so glad we hired that man to write out our beers, it would have been such a haslte to list them everytime a customer asked thought Xuther with a grin.

Valjean

03-02-2004, 5:44 AM

"Hmmm...just a common beer please..." I said.

"So...tell me about this tribe." I said with interest.

BlackHawk

03-03-2004, 7:51 PM

Xuther pulled out a fresh cup from a cupboard under the counter and quickly filled it with the normal beer. Slapping it down on the counter in front of the man he said "well, this tribe is supposedly going to try and raid us, but they are just rumors right now. I was actually hoping you could tell me more about them stranger. Where are you from?"

Valjean

03-03-2004, 8:19 PM

"I'm from aorund Ur, but not that close to it....so, what is going to be raided, exactly?

Subjukator

03-04-2004, 8:20 AM

Name: Josephine
Age: 24
Location: Ur
Occupation: Priest
Weapons: Staff and dagger
Armour: Voluminous robes with a hardened leather undershirt beneath
Equipment: Pliable metal string used for quietly elimanting troublesome people
Description: An average sized man that seems larger than life due to the energy and aura that he projects onto others (his own brand of magic). His graceful and powerful figure along with brilliantly designed clothing that shows him as more god than man helps too.
Biography: The Pagan Priest of the city of Ur's major gods, he is the highest ranking religious official in the city. He grew up in the intrigue of the Court in Ur being one of the illegitimiate offspring of Akalamdug. Quickly becoming known as a conniving member of his Court, he entered the religious hierachy as a lowly initiate. His prowess at manipulating his superiors through his subtle yet effective magic had him rise through the ranks rapidly.

During his training, he learned on how to use a staff as both an offensive and defensive weapon becoming the best student in his class. Dagger training complemented his staff knowledge that is used to deliver the killing blow to a weary oppenent who has been beaten slowly with the staff.

The timely death of the leading priest in the city of Ur left an opening that Josephine was swiftly able to take at the comparitvely young age of 20. In the next four years, his authority grew to new heights never before seen in Ur.

Now possessing tremondous influence, he has designs to spread Ur's own religion onto other neighboring city-states thus giving him a larger pool of followers from which to choose the most devoted cohorts that would pledge undying loyalty to the Ur religion and on another level, to him. With these followers he plans to overthrow the existing government infrastructure in Ur and replace it with a theocracy with him as its totalitarian ruler.

BlackHawk

03-04-2004, 3:59 PM

(OOC: Very evil there sub, very very evil.)

"Around here eh? Heh, never really seen you before, oh well we can't see everyone" chuckled Xuther. "Alas, I believe this town of ours is the one the scum are going to raid, that is if they can break through the defenses. This town is more like an over-sized castle, not much they can do to get in."

I hope I'm right. There isn't much they can do to get in, but the sewer system...would they think of that? Xuther thought, getting more concered as his thoughts revealed new strategies.

Valjean

03-05-2004, 2:52 PM

"Damn...the intire town..." I said.

"Do you know were the defences are?" I asked.

Doombringer64

03-05-2004, 3:30 PM

Akalamdug and his general, Aanepada, are discussing the upcoming attack.

Akalamdug: I grow tired of these raids.

Anepada: The raiders are three days away. We will defend the city, as always lord.

Akalamdug: Not good enough. Issue out the call to arms. Gather as many soldiers as you need. After the raiders have fallen back, follow them and hunt thm all down. Purge the wretched wilderness.

Anepada: I will not fail you.

BlackHawk

03-05-2004, 5:26 PM

"The fortifications? Hmm, well there's the main walls, which surround the town itself. Then of course there are the inner walls protecting the upper class citezans and the castle, which is the sector we're in. Then there are the castle walls, which protect the castle itself. Of course there are also the other things like the moat, and the traps outside of the walls that can be placed anytime the higher council thinks war may be at hand" explaind Xuther.

Inquisitive one this is, maybe he is a spy? Would he risk himself by so obviously asking questions as these? thought Xuther, then he said "why exactly are you so interested in our defences and the raid itself?"

Valjean

03-05-2004, 6:33 PM

"These Primatives you mentioned are what interested me. I'm basicaly going to try to help the soldiers after I'm done drinking and talking to you. I'm only going to help, that is, if these are the primatives I'm looking for" I said. I knew the man would further question me, making me reveal my past.

Subjukator

03-10-2004, 10:51 AM

Josphine stepped out of his outer chamber and into his dressing room. Around him, several nude, voluptuous women dressed him in the robes of his office. Before he had finished though, one of his handpicked followers burst into the private room.

Whirling around, hand on his dagger, he just recognized who it was before flinging the sharp metal into Lako's face.

"High Priest Jospehine! Lord Akalamdug has discovered our plot to kill him! Already, his men come to arrest you! We must flee the city at once!"

Josephine thought deeply for a moment before coming to a decision, "Gather all the men loyal to me. We shall leave the city for awhile but will return with an even greater number than before. I want Shallun, Quaor, Yisfi, and Gosap to stay behind though and continue to bring about the downfall of Akalamdug's rule from the inside. Do all this at once!"

Turning around Lako, hurried out of the room at a brisk pace. Jospehine's women stood mutely nearby unable to comprehend what was happening. Without a thought to there fate, he rushed out and grabbed his battle staff in his bedroom before opening a secret door out into the city sewer system. From there he would be able to flee to any number of locations.

Doombringer64

03-11-2004, 5:49 PM

Nicholas

A large curly haired man entered the man. By his clothes one could tell he was a recruiter. He immediatly began to shout a call for arms to help defend the city, and first asked for volunteers.

Elsewhere. . .

A servant by the name of Fordon enters Quaor's chanmbers.

Fordon: Josephine isfleeing the city.

Quaor brushed aside his sandy blond locks and peered at his servant with his olive green eyes.

Quaor: What about the raiders Fordon?

Fordon: They will arrive a day ahead of schedule.

Quaor: And the military?

Fordon: Recruiters are gathering a large amount of men, it seems they will be pursing the raiders.

Quaor: Send a message to Lagash.

Valjean

03-11-2004, 7:22 PM

I hear a disturbance. A man is shouting about recruiting! A call of arms! This is how I shall get to find the defences! He won't even need to find them to join, just get recruited by this man.

I ran over to the man.

"I hear you are recruiting people, and I wish to help you in your battle."

BlackHawk

03-12-2004, 5:59 PM

Xuther heard the announcement too. After the traveller exited the restaurant, Xuther quickly locked up. Rushing out the back door Xuther wound through the streets, quickly coming to his house. Xuther went inside, and directly to his bedroom.

Standing in front of a large cupboard, he pulled a key on a necklace out from under his shirt, and unlocked the cupboards doors. His bronze sword lit up as the light danced over it. Xuther quickly piled on his armour, then put on his weapons.

"I wonder who dares to attack us..." mumbled Xuther as he exited his house, heading off towards the calls.

Doombringer64

03-12-2004, 6:17 PM

(OoC: I think I need to remind BH of something, though I would hate to jump on him after he just came back. Wait, no I wouldn't.

Bronze tools and weapons are just starting to be molded.

Steel doesn't arrive until Damascus around 1500 A.D. See it's not just an RP it's a history lesson as well.)

The large curly haired man looks at Nicholas, and gives a big grin revealing half of his missing teeth.

Recruiter: Excellent, great follow me, I'll gather up some more and I'll take you to the barracks where you shall be outfitted.

BlackHawk

03-12-2004, 6:38 PM

(OoC: I think I need to remind BH of something, though I would hate to jump on him after he just came back. Wait, no I wouldn't.

Steel doesn't arrive until Damascus around 1500 A.D. See it's not just an RP it's a history lesson as well.)

(OOC: Meh, history's always good to learn, Mr. History).

Xuther waited in line calmly waiting his turn to sign a few sheets, proclaiming his love for the city, and that he will fight 'til the death for it. A few men walked off, either not fit, or not patriotic enough. Fools, this is our nation, they should be glad they even got the chance to try thought Xuther, other sides of him showing themselves.

"You! Boy come on, don't daddle" said a man in a horse voice.

"Oh...what? Right, yes?"

"Do you wish to join as a volunteer to guard your nation and city?"

"Of course" Xuther said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Good, now just sign here, and here, and you'll be on your way to the training grounds" said the man, pointing out too lines on the papyrus.

After signing, Xuther was directed to follow another man, who lead him to a group of men, the volunteers. "When we're all assembled we'll move out to the training grounds" the man said, before walking back to the table.

Valjean

03-12-2004, 6:58 PM

I looked at the man.

"Great! So what should I do till you're done?"

***Hours Later, @ the Barracks...***

"Okay, so now I'm in this...Barracks..." I said to myself.

"Where is that guy? I have no idea what I'm supposed to do..." I continued. I decided to walk around the barracks until I found out what to do. Or until the battle started. Whichever comes first.

Doombringer64

03-12-2004, 7:05 PM

(Just say later when you arrive at the barracks. I'm sure you can think of something creative.)

tanain_hawkwing

03-13-2004, 5:09 AM

Count me in(why do i always join late!?!?!?!?!)
Name: Beluril Jr'ener
Age/Gender: 25
Location: Outside of Ur at his farm
Occupation: Farmer/Trader/Soldier
Weapons: 2 Short Swords(one bronze,one made from the white rock of life) ,Staff of the Living
Equipment: Small Shovel,Fishing Rod,Bait,Pitchfork,Leather Satchel,Leather Backpack,Belurils Journals and Ledgers.
Steed:His horse Korhil
Extras:Cart and his guard dog Vladchruk
Description: Tall,Brown Hair,Skinny(but that dosnt mean hes not strong).
Biography: Beluril has led a hard life his mother and father were killed by raiders that attacked his farm,but before his mother was killed she hid him under the floorboards and he was never found. Beluril nearly died under the floor but the effects of life magic saved him.The only thing he knows about his parents murderers is that they called themselves The Cult of the Underdark.
Spell effects:Alot of Belurils spells are quite challenging which means after he casts them he must rest as they leave him exhausted.While he is resting he can only make small movements leaving him vunerable to attack.
Spells:Summon Life Elementals*,Bless*,Heal,Divine Striking Light*.
(All spells marked with a * leave Beluril exhausted forcing him to rest)
***
:bananaroc :banana: :bananaroc :banana: :bananaroc

tanain_hawkwing

03-13-2004, 5:21 AM

While Beluril was tending to his crops a great light surrounded him and he had a vision.It told him to gather all his belongings and head to Ur,inside the city he would buy a new plot of land and rebuild his farm. He gathered his belongings and set off to Ur.
---
He reached Ur and looked to find a plot of land for buying and he found it,it was a large plot but had hard land which no one has ever manged to grow on.But it was the only plot he could find. He asked the owner how much and he said that since it was such a bad plot 2 gold coins. Beluril reached into his pocket knowing he had only three gold pieces, but miraculously he had 10 gold pieces! He handed over the gold and beagn to unload his horse and cart and begin to build a new life.
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Beluril woke up the next day and began to plant his crops when he heard the call to arms bell. He ran to the lumber yard and bought all the lumber he could then on the part of his plot closest to the wall he built a make shift tower and placed a horn on it. He told the city guards that if they ever heard his horn they should come and man the walls.
---
Beluril summoned elementals of life to man his tower and do the work round the farm so he could search Ur more and find out some of his secrets. But before he could search Ur he found the spell he had casted left him physically and mentally worn out so for the next day he had to rest. Once he was rested up he set up a trading stall by a tavern and his buisness has flourished but he still is waiting for the murederers of his parents to return.
***
:bananaroc :banana: :bananaroc
I will try and post everyday from now on.

Doombringer64

03-13-2004, 6:27 PM

(OoC: Late? We're just through the prologue. Welcome, though I don't think dancing bananas came around until around 1990 A.D. ;).

Since you are the first to use magic so far in this RP I'm going to pick on you, but this applies to everyone. When casting a spell first describe the effect you want to create then go into very specific detail onto how you are casting the spell. Then whenever possible wait for the DM <I think you all know who that is> to inform you of the results. Remember the rules are sill being defined.

Again just a friendly reminder, magic is a treacherous path.)

madman5

03-14-2004, 12:41 AM

Name Arcbourn
Age 23
Location The city of Ur
Occupation Farmer, Builder and Hunter
Weapons A small short sword and a dagger with runes on it
Equipment Seed bag money pouch various tools and a staff
Description Looks like a farmer with blue eyes about 4' in height, being tall for that time period
Bio Worked in his childhood to become a builder but took up farming and now does both. Sends all of his crops to Blackhawk, because BH is a cool mechant and restarnt owner(Arcbourn dines there twice a week). Helps people in Ur to design buildings because hes smart. Built Akalamdug a farm for Akalamdug's farmers. Now hes sorta rich and has good crops. Had training as a hunter at age 17 and is now pretty good with a spear. Has been known to tie his dagger to his staff to make a spear when needed.

madman5

03-14-2004, 1:12 AM

Arcbourn heard something that he never wanted to hear. The call to arms bell sounded and he knew that he had to fight.

"On the plus side Xuther should be there."

He grabed some rope from his tool pack and straped his dagger to his staff. He put this spear on his back and secured his sword on his belt.

"Well here it goes."

He walked to a recruiter and asked if he could sign up.

"Sry no BUILDERS allowed."

Arcbourn's sword came to a quick rest on the recruiters neck.

"But...I think I can make a exception...hehe."

"Good."

Arcbourn smiled widely and put his sword back in its sheath.

"To battle I go."

Doombringer64

03-14-2004, 1:50 AM

(OoC: I'm not going to make you edit that post, but I would highly recommend it.)

tanain_hawkwing

03-14-2004, 5:48 AM

Beluril woke up to hear a knock on his door. It was city guard.
"What do you want with me soldier?"
The guard hended over a note that said:
Ur is in danger.We require your help Light Mage Beluril. If you choose to go to battle with the army of Ur we will pay you 50 gold pieces.
"50 gold pieces!!!!!!!"Beluril thought.He turned to the guard and said " WHere do I sign up?"
The guard pointed at the castle and Beluril gathered his best equipment and headed off to sign up for the defence of Ur.
---
Beluril arrived at the gate and knocked. A slit in the door pened and a guard asked "Who goes there?"
"It is I Beluril. I wish to sign up to the army."
The guard opened the gate and Beluril entered the magnificant hall abd the doorsman handed him a pice of paper which he had to write his name down on and then report to the academy of Paladins.
---
Beluril passed all the tests easily and was made a Paladin and was told to lead a troop of men to man the east wall(where his farm is).
---
Later that day when Beluril was at his stall a weapons merchant offered him a rare weapon that came from the south,it was called the blade of the underdark(the name of the cult that murdered his parents).He bought the blade and put it in a sheath on his back.
New Weapon:Blade of the Underdark.This blade belongs to the murderers of his parents.
:ninjal: :_owned: :ninjar:

madman5

03-14-2004, 5:04 PM

Arcbourn paced the floor of the room they gave him in the barracks. He was itching to go out and drive his spear into the radiers throuts. He also wanted to kill some wolves since there meat was very valuable. He also could give the hides to Akaladug's clothes maker...He was cut off by a man coming into his room.

"You are needed in the Training Yard immediately."

"Never a dull moment."

BlackHawk

03-14-2004, 6:24 PM

Xuther waited in line calmly waiting his turn to sign a few sheets, proclaiming his love for the city, and that he will fight 'til the death for it. A few men walked off, either not fit, or not patriotic enough. Fools, this is our nation, they should be glad they even got the chance to try thought Xuther, other sides of him showing themselves.

"You! Boy come on, don't daddle" said a man in a horse voice.

"Oh...what? Right, yes?"

"Do you wish to join as a volunteer to guard your nation and city?"

"Of course" Xuther said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Good, now just sign here, and here, and you'll be on your way to the training grounds" said the man, pointing out too lines on the papyrus.

After signing, Xuther was directed to follow another man, who lead him to a group of men, the volunteers. "When we're all assembled we'll move out to the training grounds" the man said, before walking back to the table.

(OOC: Are you gonna take it from here Doom, or shall I just take the assembly of volunteers to the training ground when I want?)

Valjean

03-14-2004, 6:59 PM

Nicholas, not knowing what to do in a...Barracks...pulled out his sword and started training for the coming fight.

He heard some other men laughing behind him. Nicholas ignored them.

Suddenly, he had a vision. He saw behind him, a man picked up a rock and threw it at Nicholas, hitting him in the back of the head, causing Nicholas to lose balance in mid swing and fall face first into some mud. His vision was seconds before this event and Nicholas saw it within one second. He heard the rock fly through the air. Nicholas turned around and, in one fluant motion, sliced into the small rock with his sword, cutting it in two. Nicholas stood and glared at the men. Their eyes widened. They backed away slowly and were gone. Nicholas resumed his training.

(ooc: This is what my character does. He has visions of things that could happen unless changed right before these things happen, giving him just enough time to alter things and save himself from humiliation and/or death.)

madman5

03-14-2004, 7:11 PM

Doombringer64

03-14-2004, 7:47 PM

(OOC: Are you gonna take it from here Doom, or shall I just take the assembly of volunteers to the training ground when I want?)
(OoC: Go ahead)

BlackHawk

03-14-2004, 7:47 PM

Arcbourn sees this strange fellow practicing his sword technique on the Traning Grounds. All of a sudden the man turns and slices a rock in mid-air.

"Woh!"

(OOC hey BH did u see my char description? u should :) )

(OOC: Lol, nice touch :tup: maybe that will fit into the story someway? Dun dun dun :)

Btw, welcome to WB, madman5, and you too hawkwing

EDIT: Just saw Doom's addition).

The man that had taken Xuther to the group of volunteers approached them once more. "Let me introduce myself" said the man as he stopped infront of them, "before we go off to the barracks to meet with the other volunteers, and the normal men. I am Cildron, a sergeant of the Ur army.

"Now when we get to the barracks, we will start you all of with the basics, such as defence and a bit of offense. Once we have determined where you are on the spectrum of fighting, we will devide you up into groups, which will each be assigned a sergeant. Those groups will be your groups in the upcoming war, and they will the group you learn with, since you will all be in roughly the same skill level.

"Now follow me to the barracks."

Once the Sergeant was at the front of the group, he commanded the group to follow in line with him. Maybe this army is more of a threat then I thought, if they're going to actually train us this well, usually they just throw the volunteers in as bait thought Xuther, following in line.

(OOC: Sorry I had to make it quick, but Sixth Sense is on (great movie :) ) and I wanna see that. I'll expand on this later).

madman5

03-14-2004, 7:50 PM

(OOC Thanx)

As Arcbourn looks at the soldiers and other persons training, he finds Xuther.

"Hey Xuther over here!"

Valjean

03-15-2004, 6:03 AM

Nicholas heard the man shout to Xuther. Nicholas remembered reading an advertisment for The Mattidon and remembered that the owner's name was Xuther. Perhaps the person he had talked to today?

Nicholas went over to the man that was shouting to Xuther.

"Where is Xuther?" Nicholas asked.

tanain_hawkwing

03-15-2004, 7:06 AM

Beluril decided to go back to the academy to train more and he saw many amazing things but the most amazing thing was a great warrior destroying a rock in mid air just before it hit him. Beluril set up a dummy and began attacking it at speed.
***
thx for the welcome

madman5

03-15-2004, 6:50 PM

"Hes that fellow over there talking to the guy who looks like the general."

"Why do you ask stranger?"

Valjean

03-15-2004, 6:54 PM

"Because I think I saw him a couple hours ago at the Mattidon, his resturant." Nicholas said to the stranger.

"Thank you for your help...by the way, what's your name? Concidering you're here, I think you are here to fight the raiders, am I not correct? I think if we're to fight along each other's side in combat, we should know each other's names. Mine is Nicholas."

madman5

03-15-2004, 7:04 PM

"Hello Nicholas. Im Arcbourn, Farmer Builder and Hunter(In order of importants in his life) of various things. Hey when the raiders are all dead( :) ) hows about you and me go hunt some wolves with Xuther?"

Valjean

03-15-2004, 8:13 PM

"Sounds good. I shall accompany you two on your wolf hunting." Nicholas said.

Nicholas then turned in Xuther's direction.

"Hey Xuther! Remember me?" Nicholas yelled to Xuther.

Subjukator

03-16-2004, 8:20 AM

OOC: Sorry, posted in wrong thread. Edit this later and post too! :)

tanain_hawkwing

03-16-2004, 10:49 AM

Beluril walked up to the main chamber to meet with the other paladins and he was told that he would lead a small skirmish against the raiders encampment on the borders of the kingdom of Ur.
"Yes!" he shouted "Finally I can destory some of those dark scum"
He left the chamber happier than he has ever been in his life.
***
An hour later a messenger came through the gates shouting his name,
"Beluril mage of light your old friend Samshi lord of Jericho has called upon you for help. He says if anyone can give him wise council and be a great help in battle you can!You must ride to Jericho tomorrow!"
"I will do anything for Samshi! Will you accompany me?"
"Yes i will.Let us prepare"
"Find my farm and wait there I have to cancel something."
Beluril walked into the halls and announced his departure.The other paladins seemed glad to be rid of him! He gathered all his belongings but left someone incharge of his stall so that he could still bring in money. The next day he rode for Jericho.
***
:D :bigsmile: :) :smirk:
Can I just point out that Beluril is heading for Jericho and everyone else is in Ur!
Why?!?!?!?!?

Valjean

03-16-2004, 2:13 PM

Because Ur is being attacked soon? =P

madman5

03-16-2004, 2:51 PM

(OOC Damnit we need BH to continue this thread:(......)

BlackHawk

03-16-2004, 3:42 PM

(OOC Damnit we need BH to continue this thread:(......)

(OOC: I are to be here)

"Okay men" said Cildron, halting the men "you are free for now. But after dinner we will begin your training".

This statment was answered by many moans from the crowd, which received a very stern look from Cildron before he left the area.

"Hey Xuther over here!"

Xuther spun around, recognizing the voice his face broke into a smile seeing a friend, and co-worker, Arcbourn. "Hey Arcbourn, you signed up too?" asked Xuther, as he walked over to Arcbourn. Xuther recognized the man Arcbourn had been talking to, it was the stranger that had come into his restaurant asking all the questions. "And you signed up as well? Very nice of you seeing as how this isn't even your true home, very gracious".

This man seems to be more of a spy with every minute that passes thought Xuther.

madman5

03-16-2004, 3:45 PM

"Hey Xuther this is Nicholas. He said he was talkin to u earlier."

"Oh and before I forget, the grapes u gave me are lookin good:)"

------------------------The Next Day-------------------------

"The Raiders have been spoted sir!" said the lookout boy.

"OK, but im not a general....."

Arcbourn woke Xuther up.

"Its time."

Valjean

03-16-2004, 6:41 PM

Nicholas hadn't slept that night. He'd trained and trained and then rested himself before sunrise. He sat and relaxed.

When he heard that the raiders were spotted, he jumpped right up. He went down to ground level. He saw the dust rising off the ground. The earth started to shake. Nicholas looked closer. He looked at the faces of the warriors...they had red markings on their faces. They had a black circle with a white dot on their foreheads. It was them all right.

The Talecri'. They were the ones who have killed Nicholas's family and friends, they are the ones who now wish to raid this city! Nicholas has hunted several of them down, and yet they still have enough men to attack in such numbers!

Nicholas was maddened, as if his hunting of the fowl men had done nothing! All this time, it just made them avoid Nicholas!

Nicholas, the Talecri' hunter. He hadn't made big enough of a differance! The army was getting closer. Nicholas could feel the ground shaking and was surprised that the ground hadn't shattered!

Nicholas thought. He may not have done enough on his own, by he now had an army on his side. He could kill this army and find the remaining Talecri' and rid them from the world, once and for all!

Nicholas's rage grew as the army approuched. Closer and closer, anrgier and angrier. His eyes widened in fury. He finaly made his disision. He'd wait until the other men were fighting, then start doing damage. Nicholas saw the commanders of the army rode on hourses they'd managed to demesticate. These were the Warlords leading the army and keeping them in line and organized. If he could take out enough of them, he could posibly cause the army to scatter and cause chaos in the ranks. He knew much of the Talecri' battle systems, 'honor' code, and fighting style.

Nicholas drew his sword as the army approached. Then, there was the clash.

THe first Talecri' warrior in range of Nicholas screamed in pain. Nicholas had sliced into the man's stomach, pulled out his intestines, and was now strangling him with his own organs. Another warrior approached and Nichoals then fought him. Nicholas continued fighting the army, having several life-saving visions every second, each one seeming to last longer than eternity, giving Nicholas time to memorize where everything was.

tanain_hawkwing

03-17-2004, 12:06 PM

Beluril reached the city of Jericho the next day. By the time he reached to gate his horse was so worn out that when it reached the stable it collapsed.Beluril marched to the halls of king Samshi
and he told Belruril that Jerichos scouting party has not returned and rumor has it that the cult of the Underdark is behind it.Beluril cursed under his breath,sat down,and went over the plans and defences of the city.:2cents:
***

madman5

03-17-2004, 8:46 PM

Arcbourn saw the rage in Nicholas' eyes as he slaughtered the first raiders. Drawing his sword and setting his spear, Arcbourn charged into the group of raiders. Arcbourn saw 2 Raiders slash at Nicholas at the same time.

"NO!"

Arcbourn threw his spear into 1, and Nicholas turned and slashed at it.

"Damnit Nick...."

With his spear broken, Arcbourn now had 2 short swords(The spear still had enough wood attached to the blade to be weilded) to kill with.

"Perfect."

BlackHawk

03-17-2004, 10:07 PM

We shall see if they are a match afterall thought Xuther as he calmly watched the wave of invaders come closer and closer. Seeing the whites of their eyes, Xuther pulled out his bronze sword.

All along the line the distinct "shing" of swords could be heard. Then, as if it were synchronized killing, the "woosh" followed, as the line of soldiers swung their swords down, into the heads of the raiders.

Xuther stepped over the bodies in front of him, charging headlong into the men behind. His sword slid smoothly into the next man's stomach. Pulling out a knife, Xuther stabbed a man coming up on his right before pulling his sword out of the other man's gut.

"Arcbourn" said Xuther, as he came to Arcbourn's side. "It seems we will be fighting alongside this glorious day. I hope you are as good with that sword as you are with food".

Xuther's sword came up and beheaded a man attempting to do the same to Arcbourn. "Well, it seems the wicked never rest". Xuther charged off, leaving Arcbourn to his own devices.

ShawnManX

03-18-2004, 10:22 AM

(OOC: Room for one more?)

tanain_hawkwing

03-18-2004, 11:30 AM

Room for one more?I think there is i just think u shud be sumwhere different than Ur cuz u will be a bit late for the battle.
***

ShawnManX

03-18-2004, 11:32 AM

(OOC: Okay, I'll show up after the battle.)

Doombringer64

03-18-2004, 1:08 PM

(Yes Shawnman this RP remains open.)

FeceMan

03-18-2004, 7:00 PM

(OOC: OK, I'm probably going to hop in as well, but can you tell me what kind of environment we're working in here? I keep thinking 'desert', but I don't want to screw something up in my bio if I'm incorrect.)

Doombringer64

03-18-2004, 7:22 PM

(Most of the city-states are located along the Tigris Euphrates River valley, also known as the Fertile Crescent. You might think of it a little bit like the hills of California, rocky with a fair amount of vegetation. Best example can think of anyway.)

FeceMan

03-18-2004, 7:47 PM

Name: Zae'Roe (aka "Z" to his friends...is this appropriate for the game or not? I just know I play as him on some games and everyone calls me "Z")

Age: 14

Occupation: Farmer.

Weapons: Ornately carved staff, his words.

Armor: Tan, hooded robe, drapes over his hands and feet. It seems shabby, but on closer inspection, the well-woven, intricate designs can be seen.

Equipment: An old book of wise writings.

Description: Just 5’ tall and under 130 pounds, Zae’Roe has a mess of blond hair that usually sticks out in all directions. Although he keeps it relatively trim, the hair is still difficult to work with. His pale skin sharply contrasts with the farm life, as ruddy, well-tanned skin would be more expected. Unfortunately, he cannot tan, which is why he wears the robe—the midday sun scorches his flesh without it, leaving him bedridden at times when he suffers especially bad burns. Usually hidden in shadow beneath the hood, his face has no distinguishing features, but his eyes are a deep, piercing blue. The staff is not for magicka or anything (I love that word :)), but it's another of his grandfather's things, just for walking.

Biography: Zae’Roe lives on a farm with his family (mother, father, two sisters), but at the moment he is staying in the city of Ur with his aunt & uncle. At the time, Zae’Roe is not aware of his power. The aforementioned book is a collection of his grandfather’s writings, including a large number of aphorisms and views on things in life. He makes use of these during arguments…which happen quite frequently. Seeing as his slight frame and lack of musculature have made him an easy target for persons of greater stature and overactive pituitary glands, Zae’Roe has learned to effectively snipe with his language (and to run away when things go poorly). He has been trained in personal combat, but prefers to keep physical conflict to a minimum.

Magic: Even though he doesn’t know of his magic, Zae’Roe’s powers revolve around his sharp mind. He will be able to mind control lesser beings, attack the minds of others, have limited telepathy/empath powers, and dominate the wills of other people (not mind control, but be able to influence their emotions/actions).

(LOLZORZ, I MIND CONTROL THE WORLD AND I WIN J00 ALL!!! ALL YOUR CHARACTERS ARE BELONG TO ME!!! I AM TEH HAXX0RZ!)

(Just kidding.)

(When should I join in the game? Right after the battle?)

Subjukator

03-18-2004, 8:31 PM

OOC: Based on your biography, your occupation should be as a farmer until you decide to change it later.

__________________________________________

Josephine emerged from the dank and gnarly depths of the ill-kept Ur sewer system into a blinding mid-day sun. He quickly shucked off his heavily soiled robes, signifing his position as a high-ranking Priest, and gladly threw the smelly articles far away into the nearby forest. The first thing he noticed following undressing and standing clothed in an attire suitable only for a commoner was the astounding solitude of his surroundings. Not a sound breathed a whisper through the air. It was as if the world had emptied itself of all its troubles and now stood unirritated by any less than wholesome noises.

The somber figure standing alone took in this air of peace and with the slap of his staff against his left hand did he begin to set off from whence he had come from. An observer would note this behavior as utterly strange. Why would someone who had just fled from becoming another tally mark on his persecutors chalkboard risk coming back?

He smiled as his devious mind worked its writhing course through his head. Oh, he did enjoy the way he had set things up to fall following his prepared exit. Jospehine would never be as careless as to let slip such a vital bit of information on such matters that concerned the death of his King.

Just then, as he was beginning to just walk-through delightfully the steps one more time in his masterful plan to usurp the power of Lord Akalamdug did he spy the poor visage of a several black-cloaked and graceful walking men proceeding at a rapid pace towards him. His hands grasped his only weapon protectively slanted at an angle.

"There will be no need for violence here Jospehine," announced a suprisingly refined voice from one man different from the rest of his fellow companions. This person was short in stature but the fluidity he carried with each syllable in his speech imparted far more than what was reveiled in his nature.

"I'm afraid we have not been aquainted properly whoever you may be. I am simply a farmer returning to town to purchase some items for my family."

"Do not play games with me you deceitful man. Every bone in my body shudders with the utter hate and contempt that I hold for you." His fellow companions nodded in unison agreeing.

"I do not believe I realize what I have done to you," Jospehine replied setting his feet into a battle stance, "But if you would like to talk it over, please, make an appointment with my associates and they would be glad to arrange a date for you to meet with me," he finished scornfully.

"You know what you did foul creature from Hell! You infected all of our sons with disillusioned images of grandeur and fame!" Emphasizing his point, he spread his arms outward to the men around him.

"Now you," the apparent stranger said pointing towards Josephine, the anger rising in his voice, "can NOT hide from my power! My eye sees ALL! You shall be BURNED at the stake for your crimes! I have searched far and wide and now the protective ward that you wore around yourself is gone with your robes! The wheels of fate are turning and nothing will stop me from carrying you back dead, alive, or in pieces! Defend yourself!"

madman5

03-18-2004, 9:31 PM

Arcbourn spent his day, slicing and stabing his way through the raiders. For a moment Xuther came to his side, muttered something and left. Xuther nearly got stab if Arcbourn hadn't have turned at that last minute. An arrow cut Arcbourn's shoulder.

"AH! Damnit they got archers(OOC are bows and arrows appropriate for the time period?)!" "Watch youre back Xuther!"

FeceMan

03-18-2004, 9:54 PM

(OOC: I'm compiling a list of characters and events that have happened so far, so if anyone gets confused like me, just ask for it and I'll e-mail it to you.)

FeceMan

03-18-2004, 10:32 PM

Perched upon the roof of a nearby building, Zae'Roe watched the battle rage below. He stared intently, the flow of blood upon the cracked, chafed ground making small rivers and tributaries. Small whirlwinds of sand occasionally coated the warriors’ sweat-covered bodies. Two people stood out to him. There was a man with an almost-comically oversized axe that glinted gold in the sun, and the other was a rather short fellow. Both fought vigorously, but the tall one with the axe seemed to elude danger at every turn. Whenever the enemy seemed like they had an opportunity to kill him, he suddenly dodged or attacked the threat. Zae’Roe studied him intently.

How fascinating, he thought. Perhaps that man is one of the prophets I’ve learned about, although I’ve never heard of any going into battle…

He drew his head out from the cloak’s hood to get a better look of the battle, but quickly withdrew into the depths of the tan robe.

Fool! Remember what happened last time you did that? Zae’Roe did indeed remember what had happened—he had totally forgotten about the sun, and his normally pale skin turned a brilliant crimson. How pretty. He had spent the next week and a half in bed, the blisters that had formed on his face oozing fluid. Needless to say, it was not his favorite memory.

Shutting out his own critical voice, Zae’Roe turned his attention to the shorter soldier. He too appeared to be faring well, but the enemy had positioned its archers to have a clear shot at the forces of Ur. A volley of arrows had been released, wounding or killing some of the soldiers, and one sunk deep into the short man’s shoulder. Zae’Roe winced unconsciously at the poor man’s pain, but, fortunately, the short man continued fighting resolutely, albeit more watchfully.

Zae’Roe yawned. All this fighting and death was quite depressing, so he retrieved his book from the inner folds of his cloak. Even though he had read it several times, he enjoyed reading the proverbs and writings about life.

“An interesting read, yes?” A feminine voice called to him, jerking him out of the trance-like state he always entered when reading.

“Yes,” Zae’Roe replied curtly.

“I knew because I tried getting your attention a few times, and you seemed really into that thing.”

"Then why'd you ask?" he murmured.

"What?"

“It’s one of my grandfather’s,” he said, returning to its pages.

“Ah. How nice. Well, I’ll be going now. I was just wondering what you were doing on the rooftop all by yourself.”

“Grand.” The nuisance left, but Zae’Roe found he could not concentrate on his reading.

Stupid wench, disturbing my peace and quiet. Oh, well, dinner’s probably nearly done, anyway. Better get going, then.

As he stood, reaching for his staff, he fell over in a humorous fashion. Oof. More perturbed than ever, he glared about, trying to figure out exactly why he fell. Oh. His staff was missing. He was so used to having it with him that he used it as though it was an extension of himself. Zae’Roe looked around worriedly, trying to remember where he could have left it. He always left things around and forgot about them, but this was his STAFF! The best, most valuable thing he’d ever had! Well, sentimentally, anyway. Closing his eyes and furrowing his brow, Zae’Roe retraced his steps carefully. From home…the marketplace…up the stairs…ladder…rooftop to rooftop…idiot child…IDIOT CHILD? Of course! Thieves weren’t in abundance in Ur, but, as usual, a few bad apples lived there.

Great. Now Zae’Roe would have to find her.

Doombringer64

03-18-2004, 11:04 PM

(No madman5 bows and arrows are still a little ways of. Slings and throwing spears <a well placed rock> are the only ranged weapons that I am aware of.

BTW Welcome aboard Feceman.)

The group of raiders begins thin out. Some even begin to retreat.

Nicholas

Nicholas's head begins to throb. The more raiders he cuts through the worse the migraine gets, until finally he collapses from exhaustion. Right before Nicholas's face comes into contact with the ground he sees a bright flash.

Meanwhile the battle goes on around him.

Nicholas opens his eyes to a black sky. He feels himself getting up, but he isn't working any muscles. There isn't a sign of anyone, even the bodies of fallen worriers are absent from the landscape. Stranger yet, despite the black sky he can see for miles as though it where daylight. He sees Ur in the distance, but it is not the same Ur he knows. The city is in ruins. Suddenly the wind picks up. With in just a few seconds the winds gain the fury of a tornado, accompanied by a deafening screech. For a moment Nicholas feels as though the sound is going to rip his head in two. Then something appears in front of him. A translucent face forms before him. It's red eyes pierce right into Nicholas's heart. The face begins to laugh its voice echoes through the entire world it seems. Suddenly Nicholas sees another flash.

Nicholas opens his eyes to a hot midday sun, and feels slightly sore. He hears the movement all around him, but now screams no war cries, no sounds of metal clashing, just light murmurs. The soldiers of Ur seem to have repealed the Raiders.

tanain_hawkwing

03-19-2004, 5:30 AM

Beluril was out with a scouting party when they were attacked.Beluril immediatly jumped into the air rew his weapon and rammed it into the heart of an attacker. He turned around looked a second attacker in the eye and with a swift move of his sword beheaded him. The remainig two saw their other members dead on the floor,looked up at Beluril and ran . Vladchruck growled and barked at the attackers as they ran and went to inspect the two dead ones. He began to bark wildly and Beluril ran over to him to see what he had found. The first attacker was still breathing.Beluril knelt down and asked him
"Are you with the Cult of the Underdark??"
"Y-y-yes"
"Where are you camped??"
(no reply)
"TELL ME!"
"You will never defeat us!" and after that line the attacker died. Beluril searched to bodies of the attackers and found a sling and some throwing spears. He took them and headed back to Jericho.
:_owned:
***

FeceMan

03-19-2004, 4:22 PM

Zae'Roe, jumping from his lookout point, landed on the ground with a thump. The thief hadn't been out of his general area for long, and the staff's size made concealment difficult. Zae'Roe felt sure that the girl would be easy to find. He wandered through the marketplace, people hawking their wares at him from all sides. The air stunk of sweat, and the people were pushed together, creating an oppressive atmosphere. Holding his nose, he made his way past a man selling camels. He frowned at the camels, which only served to add to the musty aroma. He shoved his way through a mass of people, and, sure enough, a fair-haired girl was talking to a merchant (amazing how the bazaar remained crowded even during times of war), holding the staff loosely in her hand. Creeping closer, he eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Please, you've got to buy this! Surely it's worth something--look at these two jewels here!" She cried, holding up the thongs that the said crystals were attached to.

"Sorry, lady, but I ain't in the cane department. That rock sure is nice, though. Tell ya what. Give me the sapphires or amethysts or whatever they are alone and I'll pay you a hundred denarii."

"A hundred denarii?! Look at the size of these things! The small one is easily worth a ton more!"

"Ya wanna to sell it or not?"

She sighed. "OK, just let me cut these straps…”

"Actually, you won't be doing anything further with that staff," Zae'Roe said.

The thief whirled around and found herself bust-to-face with Zae'Roe.

"Aaah!"

"A most intelligible response. You may now return my staff."

Her eyes narrowed. "Yeah, righ--wait a second!" A slow grin spread across her face, the wheels in her brain turning as fast as they could. "This is MY staff! You're the thief! Trying to accuse me of stealing just so you can get some quick cash. That's pretty low."

“I don’t really care whose it is, just gimme the rock.”

They ignored him.

"The staff is yours, you say? Well, from whom did you receive it?" Zae’Roe inquired.

"Um…my dad."

"Really. Where did he get it from?"

"He made it himself, here in Ur."

"What about the jewel?"

"He found it."

Zae'Roe laughed. "'What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!' Silly child, you need to get your facts straight before you lie. Have you never heard, 'The truth is forced upon us, very quickly, by a foe'?" A touch of malice entered into his voice. "Well, child, brace yourself. First off, your father certainly does not have the skill to procure a work of art such as this. The entire process took years and years to make this masterpiece of wood crafting appear as obsidian yet weigh only a fraction of what it should. Secondly, the wood used by my grandfather is not present in Ur. It can only be found far up north. Then there’s your absurd lie about the jewels—do you know the odds of your father finding precious stones like these? No? I didn’t think so. No matter, but just think of it this way: the denominator in that particular fraction is greater than all of lord Akalamdug’s private funds put together. After all, only magic could have conjured theses sapphires and created this staff. Seven long years of magic…” Zae’Roe’s voice trailed off, but then he snapped to attention. “Seven years! My grandfather slaved over this work of art for SEVEN YEARS. Each day, several hours a day, pouring his magic into it, making a staff worthy of a god! That is over…let’s see…7,665 hours of work, and you want to sell it for ONE HUNDRED denarii!? Girl, are you mad? Such a sum of money is a mere percentile of this creation’s true worth!” He took deep breaths, calming himself, and tried to end the conversation gracefully. Of course, he first had to wipe flecks of spittle from his mouth. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must return home for dinner.”

He silently chastised himself. You fool, you never get all worked up like that. Why did you do that? There was--

“Wait! You don’t understand! If I don’t bring home any money, my father will—um, my family won’t have anything to eat,” Salai whimpered, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Zae’Roe pondered for a moment, noticing for the first time the bruises on her arms.

“Hmm. I’m sure my aunt and uncle wouldn’t mind company. Join me for dinner.”

“But that leaves the rest of my family without any!”

“Just come with me. I’ll bet we’re having some form of roast bird,” he replied.

“But...my family…”

“We’ll worry about that later,” Zae’Roe said, waving his hand dismissively.

“OK…” she consented meekly.

They headed off through the market to the home of Zae’Roe’s aunt and uncle, and as they came near it, he stated, “You know, I never caught your name. I can tell that you aren’t the type of person that would tell me without reluctance, so how about we swap information.”

“Uh, sure. You first.”

“Of course. My name is Zae’Roe, but you may call me ‘Z’. Normally I live out on a farm, but, as your may or may not have realized, I’m staying with my relatives.”

“OK. My name is…Salai Talank.”

Zae’Roe stuck out his hand. “There, now we’ve been properly introduced. Nice to meet you, Salai.”

An uncomfortable pause filled the air. Zae’Roe broke the silence by saying, “Why did you consider lying to me?”

Salai blushed. “I…I see your aunt waving to us.”

Traditional greetings and introductions were exchanged, and Zae’Roe’s aunt called out, “Honey, we have company!”

“Just a second!” He emerged from inside the house. “Now, what did you say?”

“I said, ‘We have company’. A nice girl that our nephew found that was robbed. He felt bad for her, so he invited her. Like I say, the more the merrier!”

How clichéd, Zae’Roe thought. At least she’s trusting enough to believe what I say.

While eating dinner, the topic of careers came up in discussion.

“Honey, what does your father do for a living?” Zae’Roe’s aunt asked.

“He runs a business, but lately, things haven’t been going so well.”

“Going well for whom—you or your father?” Zae’Roe piped up.

“I don’t understand what you mean,” Salai replied.

“I mean, is it your father’s business that is suffering, or is it yours?”

She blushed again, more deeply this time. “I don’t have a business.”

“‘Truth does not blush’. Anyway, I thought that business only dropped for prostitutes when they became fat, pregnant, or discovered by their adulterers’ wives.”

His aunt dropped her fork. “ZAE’ROE! How dare you speak that way, especially to a guest!”

“What did I do wrong? She is a prostitute, a perfectly legal occupation, and she should take it as a compliment. Salai is an excellent physical specimen, so the only solution is that she was found out.”

“That is IT, young man! Straight to your room, NOW!”

“Sheesh.”

“And leave that staff! Ever since you had it, you’ve gotten a little too big for your britches!”

Zae’Roe suddenly became serious. “Surely you jest. The staff is never away from me, not even when I sleep.”

“It is now!”

“My own parents are not allowed to handle it. Why should I allow you to?”

“I’m not your mother, and I’m telling you to drop that thing now!”

His grip tightened along the handle; the breath hissed out of his mouth. “Dearest aunt, I assure you that such a thing would be a mistake on your behalf.”

“Is that a threat?!”

“Young man, listen to your aunt!” Zae’Roe’s uncle shouted.

“WAIT!”

Everyone turned to look at Salai. She took a deep breath. “It’s true. I..I am a prostitute. I have to do it to support my family, and my father isn’t well. In his mind. I provide the little money our family has. So let’s just finish dinner.”

How did he know? She thought. I never told him, and I’m not all made up like normal…besides, isn't he a little young to know about things like that?

They finished eating dinner, an air of repressed anger filling the room. Zae’Roe walked Salai to the door. “Thanks for having dinner with us,” he said. “Here,” he whispered, shoving some coins into her hands.

“Thank you,” she said. “Good-bye,” she added softly, but Zae’Roe had already entered the house.

The yelling resumed.

FeceMan

03-19-2004, 4:34 PM

(When should we have our characters meet up? I'm planning on a little something else with Salai, but then I'd like Z to get to know Beluril, Arcbourn, and the other folks. But not Josephine. He's a big ol' skank. Har.)

madman5

03-19-2004, 4:35 PM

(OOC Im not short Feceman... 4' is tall for about...what was it...1000 BC. People have been growing in height over the years(Like how early cave men were like 3' tall at the most....))

ShawnManX

03-19-2004, 4:59 PM

Name: Shandri Carthen
Age: 28
Location: Kish
Occupation: Metalsmith
Weapons: I am completing my sword, it is a segmented blade with the sections connected by a series of chains, magically imbued to the wielders spirit the sword can lash out and retract at my will, I'm am also making a slightly smaller version for my aprentice and son, Shawn.
Equipment: Kiln, metal working hammer, various vices, and pokers.
Description: Ice white hair, from being so close to the kiln all the time, Blue eyes, usually covered from head to boot with soot. Usually wearing thick cloth overalls, a kind friendly smile, Some what taller then most of the men in the town.
Biography: Living alone with her son ever since her husband died, 4 years ago. She mans the kiln and turns out some of the finest quality weapons in Kish, but now that her son is getting closer to an age where he can look over the buisness on his own she has decided to go out and find the grave of her husband and pay him proper respect. Shawn the son is about 8.

FeceMan

03-19-2004, 5:41 PM

(OOC: Yes, madman5, I saw that in your earlier post. However, since nobody seems to be applying that to their characters, you are indeed short.)

Valjean

03-19-2004, 6:07 PM

Nicholas

Nicholas's head begins to throb. The more raiders he cuts through the worse the migraine gets, until finally he collapses from exhaustion. Right before Nicholas's face comes into contact with the ground he sees a bright flash.

Meanwhile the battle goes on around him.

Nicholas opens his eyes to a black sky. He feels himself getting up, but he isn't working any muscles. There isn't a sign of anyone, even the bodies of fallen worriers are absent from the landscape. Stranger yet, despite the black sky he can see for miles as though it where daylight. He sees Ur in the distance, but it is not the same Ur he knows. The city is in ruins. Suddenly the wind picks up. With in just a few seconds the winds gain the fury of a tornado, accompanied by a deafening screech. For a moment Nicholas feels as though the sound is going to rip his head in two. Then something appears in front of him. A translucent face forms before him. It's red eyes pierce right into Nicholas's heart. The face begins to laugh its voice echoes through the entire world it seems. Suddenly Nicholas sees another flash.

Nicholas opens his eyes to a hot midday sun, and feels slightly sore. He hears the movement all around him, but now screams no war cries, no sounds of metal clashing, just light murmurs. The soldiers of Ur seem to have repealed the Raiders.
Nicholas sat up. His body coved in semi-healed cuts. Appearently he'd been left as dead. Nicholas tried to remember why he'd blacked out. He'd fought armies like this before, and never had this happened. Suddenly, Nicholas remembered.

A Talecri' Shawman was riding on horse-back. He cast some sort of spell on Nicholas every time Nicholas cut into a Talecri' Warrior. Nicholas turned around and saw Ur. He got up slowly and walk twards it.

***Later...***

After talking with the people at the town entrance, Nicholas finaly got back in. He looked around the Barracks area for his fellow soldiers.

FeceMan

03-19-2004, 7:41 PM

(OOC: C'mon Sub, I really want to find out what happens to your character!!! Post faster!)

madman5

03-19-2004, 10:54 PM

(OOC im NOT to be called short in this rp ok every1. Thanx:) )

Arcbourn(Being extremily tired after the battle) went home to his farm. His apprentice, a boy named Zulin(Who had a NICE mom), had done a good job with the crops.

"Good work boy. Tommorow I shall take you to the forest for your hunting lesson."

"Yes sir! Thank you sir!"

"Now all I need is a healer....."

CODEZERO

03-19-2004, 11:24 PM

Name: Bartuc
Age: 20
Location:church inside Ur
Occupation:soldier
Weapons: long sword
Equipment: padded armor
Description: black hair black cloak brown eyes
Biography: lived in the church where he was trained to be priest but decided to become a holy/non holy soldier.

ShawnManX

03-20-2004, 4:00 AM

(OOC: Just waiting for charactor approval)

Doombringer64

03-20-2004, 4:18 AM

ShawnManX

03-20-2004, 4:35 AM

Tonight I leave, I decide, as I send Shawn upstairs to sleep. I nail the instructions for running the kiln to the table. Quietly I gather up my supplies, a weeks worth of bread and a tin container of water. My sword wrapped around my waist, and enough money to rent tavern rooms for a month if need be. Shadows envelope the small street level kiln, as the full mon sits high, watching over the sleeping city of Kish. I drape the large, burlap sack, stained black from coal, around my shoulders and hood it over my head like a cloak. Silently I make my way out into the cilly night, and into the camp of the travelling merchants.

tanain_hawkwing

03-20-2004, 6:06 AM

Beluril slaughtered many more men outside of Jericho and it seemed that his job there was done. He gathered all his stuff and headed bak to Ur

Valjean

03-20-2004, 7:27 AM

(OoC: Yes it is approved.)

Later at the barracks General Anepada congratulates the troops on the victory.

Anepada: We have defended Ur for a day; However, your work is not yet done. We must pursue these bandits. We must venture into the wilderness and make this land safe. Today we have made Ur safe for a day; tomorrow we will make Ur safe for a lifetime.
"So...we're going to attack the Talecri' at their home. I know their home, so if we get lost I can lead you to their home." Nicholas said.

Everything was happening so fast. Nicholas had just started fighting and now he wakes up to see the battle over. Then, he learns of another attack except this time is lead by the forces of Ur.

FeceMan

03-20-2004, 8:35 AM

(OOC: Codezero, what magic do you posess?)

Valjean

03-20-2004, 9:03 AM

(ooc: christian angel powers 'n stuff?)

FeceMan

03-20-2004, 10:53 AM

(OOC: 'christian angel powers 'n stuff'...please elaborate on what those are, exactly. Seeing as how angels in Christianity don't exactly have magic powers...)

Doombringer64

03-20-2004, 1:07 PM

(And christianity doesn't show up for another 3000 years.)

Valjean

03-20-2004, 2:13 PM

(ooc: hey, it was just a wild guess. I have no fucking clue what he's thinkin'. :p)

Nicholas decided to train some more. He slashed, jabbed, blocked, spun, dodged, and flipped in the air. After about two or three hours of this, he began to meditate and rest a bit so he could continue his training.

FeceMan

03-20-2004, 3:43 PM

(OOC: Touché, Doombringer, touché.)

(By the way, what's the religion of this area? Just random gods and goddesses or Greek mythology or what?)

(Yeah, what the frick, a "holy/nonholy soldier"? What hell does that mean? I hope Code decides to clear this up before I have a mental breakdown of sorts.)

FeceMan

03-20-2004, 9:37 PM

(OOC: OK, I don't mean to be a pain in the ass, but could you guys try to use correct spelling and grammar? It kind of breaks the mood of storytelling when I am forced to read slop without punctuation, misuse of homonyms (their/there/they're, to/too/two, etc.), and lack of proper capitalization. By the way, Doombringer, you may want to change "repealed" to "repelled" in your post about defeating the Taelcri'.)

Subjukator

03-20-2004, 9:43 PM

Josephine emerged from the dank and gnarly depths of the ill-kept Ur sewer system into a blinding mid-day sun. He quickly shucked off his heavily soiled robes, signifing his position as a high-ranking Priest, and gladly threw the smelly articles far away into the nearby forest. The first thing he noticed following undressing and standing clothed in an attire suitable only for a commoner was the astounding solitude of his surroundings. Not a sound breathed a whisper through the air. It was as if the world had emptied itself of all its troubles and now stood unirritated by any less than wholesome noises.

The somber figure standing alone took in this air of peace and with the slap of his staff against his left hand did he begin to set off from whence he had come from. An observer would note this behavior as utterly strange. Why would someone who had just fled from becoming another tally mark on his persecutors chalkboard risk coming back?

He smiled as his devious mind worked its writhing course through his head. Oh, he did enjoy the way he had set things up to fall following his prepared exit. Jospehine would never be as careless as to let slip such a vital bit of information on such matters that concerned the death of his King.

Just then, as he was beginning to just walk-through delightfully the steps one more time in his masterful plan to usurp the power of Lord Akalamdug did he spy the poor visage of a several black-cloaked and graceful walking men proceeding at a rapid pace towards him. His hands grasped his only weapon protectively slanted at an angle.

"There will be no need for violence here Jospehine," announced a suprisingly refined voice from one man different from the rest of his fellow companions. This person was short in stature but the fluidity he carried with each syllable in his speech imparted far more than what was reveiled in his nature.

"I'm afraid we have not been aquainted properly whoever you may be. I am simply a farmer returning to town to purchase some items for my family."

"Do not play games with me you deceitful man. Every bone in my body shudders with the utter hate and contempt that I hold for you." His fellow companions nodded in unison agreeing.

"I do not believe I realize what I have done to you," Jospehine replied setting his feet into a battle stance, "But if you would like to talk it over, please, make an appointment with my associates and they would be glad to arrange a date for you to meet with me," he finished scornfully.

"You know what you did foul creature from Hell! You infected all of our sons with disillusioned images of grandeur and fame!" Emphasizing his point, he spread his arms outward to the men around him.

"Now you," the apparent stranger said pointing towards Josephine, the anger rising in his voice, "can NOT hide from my power! My eye sees ALL! You shall be BURNED at the stake for your crimes! I have searched far and wide and now the protective ward that you wore around yourself is gone with your robes! The wheels of fate are turning and nothing will stop me from carrying you back dead, alive, or in pieces! Defend yourself!"

"Strip of him of his clothes and tie his hands and feet together tightly!" A bristling porcupine shook its quills menacingly in the direction of the tied up man. A sharp prod from a stick quieted its anger and it went sullenly off to root around in the grass.

The announcer of his prisoner's fate warranted grumbles from the others that were similarily tied together one behind the other in what was undoubtably a slave train. A new companion soon joined them towards the rear of the train.

"March you bunch of maggot-infested rodents! HeeYAH!" Whips lashed out from several guards as their human cargo wearily lifted their feet for yet another day of ceaseless jogging to some unknown destination. Many of them had looks of starvation that showed evidently around their thin torsos and lack of fat on anywhere on their bodies.

To the far rear of the slave train, rode two heavily guarded people. Their genders unknown, they were dressed in what appeared to be an entirely navy blue dress that bordered on black. Long, flowing cloaks spread out like a blanket behind them. Protecting their heads, they both wore a matching pair of silvery helmets crafted with a slender raised curve down the middle and a T-shaped opening in the front with an elongated back to it all. A shimmer of colorful vibrance surrounded the two as they rode side by side on magnificent white steeds, the envy of every man, and horse, around them.

The entire group tagged along with the slave train, separate from the rest of that rabble of captured peasants from some faraway town being taken back to Ur for inspection.

Then above their heads, thunder erupted from a perfectly clear day. Startled horses bucked completely out of their wits as their riders were bumped off surprised more from being kicked off their rides then anything else.

The rumbling in the sky increased as dark storm clouds rushed to cover the once sunny day. A harsh gray enveloped the landscape quite suddenly, sucking the very life out of the green of the grass and the brown of the trees and transforming the environment into something akin to the color of a solid-iron plate.

During of all of this chaos however, the two terribly mysterious riders remained motionless, their horses not making a move and breathing quite regularly. One even scuffed the grass with its hoof, ignoring what was happening around it.

[Continued my next post]

tanain_hawkwing

03-21-2004, 5:42 AM

Beluril finally reached Ur and refounded his farm and his role as a Paladin and was told to guard the east as before.

ShawnManX

03-21-2004, 3:36 PM

Out of the city I went amongst the travelling merchants. Our first stop was the city of Ur. I hoped desperatly that from there I could find directions to the battle field that took my husbands life. Ur was a 3 day trek frim Kish, so I had lots of time to plan my moves from there.

BlackHawk

03-21-2004, 4:51 PM

(OOC: Sorry, haven't been around lately. So before I post, I just want to clarify a few things:

a) Is the 'main' battle over (i.e. the one we were just in)?
b) Are we training right now? Or are we immediately following the raiders out into the wilderness?

That is all, as soon as someone answers these, I'll post away :D).

Valjean

03-21-2004, 6:32 PM

(ooc: yes, the battle is over. Kinda sad really. If the next battle proves to be that short, I think I'm gonna leave. =/)

Ncholas continued to train and rest. This kept repeating and repeating. Nicholas soon decided to build up his energy now.

FeceMan

03-21-2004, 6:51 PM

(OOC: To me it seems as though there are certain people that are changing the time frame of things. I didn't know that we were going to be thrust into a battle that quickly, and then it was just...over. Nobody even saw the end of it, and then everyone goes back to trading. I would think that there would be a celebration of sorts, but that's just me. I think that some of the activities need to be kept more within the time. i.e., Beluril suddenly refounding his farm. That would probably take more than one day. Also, Doombringer, I don't mean to sound whiny, but could you influence the events a little more? There should be a set time in which battles take place. For example, the march on the Taelcri' camp takes place tomorrow at 1700 hours (or something). Players that want to join in need to make some sort of way that they can be involved. You can't just throw yourself somewhere, there needs to be continuity. Subjukator's post is a good example of NOT screwing things up--the events that Josephine is taking place in do not involve the entire story's timeline. Basically, don't start wars, don't kill important characters, and don't overly condense time.)

ShawnManX

03-22-2004, 4:20 AM

It was the mornign of my second day with the travelling merchants when the marauders struck. My breath hung still in the frozen air. Beneith my feet the layer of new frost crunched underfoot. And it was while we were waking that they attacked. The previous night they had taken up positions around us, and had us completly surrounded. We didn't know what hit us, just wild yelling all at once, and from every direction. I ducked swiftly under a straw filled wagon, and disposed of the cumbersome coal sack that I'd been wearing. Behind me, where I'd been a man unleashed a cry of pain as he was slain by the bandits. I rolled out form my hiding spot and quietly made my way into the nearby woods. Once I thoguht I'd reached a safe distance from the brawl, I stopped to catch my breath. And that's when my pursuers made themselves known, one directly behind me who placed a knife at my throat, the other paced infront to get a better look at their victim.

"Well well well, would you look at what we's found," said the one in front. "A little girl who thinks she can get away from the great Korban. Ha," he spat on my face as I clutched the hilt of my weapon. His friend just snorted a laugh, and steadied his grip on his weapon.

The one in front was about to say something else but as he was opening his mouth his friend slumped to the side, steam rising from the warm blood spilling profusely from his pant leg. My sword clicking back into its solid form once again at my side, but stained red from it's journy up the leg of my captor and through his entrails, wreaking havoc on the inside as it severed organs, muscle, and bone without ever breaking the skin except where it entered his body. The look I gave Korban, or whoever he thought he was, told him he was next, and he bolted. The blade caught him squarly in the back, and with a slight yank on my part, wrenched out his spine, he fell backwards limp in the snow that had fallen durring out short encounter, and that continued to fall and obscure visibility. I walked back to his knife wielding friend, and took his clothes, stained only from the knee down. I made a small incision in my own leg to explain the blood to any one who might ask, and made my way back to the road, where the flaming remains of the caravan awaited me.

(OOC: About the spelling errors, try and ignore them I hate the keyboard that came with my mom's laptop.)

FeceMan

03-22-2004, 2:30 PM

(OOC: Not to be a pain in the ass, but this is one of those things that I was talking about...you know, using the language correctly. It is very annoying trying to read a jumbled mess like the above, ESPECIALLY when dialogue is not set apart from the rest of the paragraph.

"mornign", "beneith", "completly", "thoguht", "frint", "journy", "squarly", "infront"...

Not to pick on you specifically, ShawnManX, but everyone look at his writing--could we try to expand some of the extremely short sentences into single, longer ones? While we're at it, why don't we try eliminating some of the redundancy that is present. I don't think I need to go over the misuse of commas (or simple lack thereof); I feel that you are trying to condense too much information at once.

Take the following sentence: "My sword clicking back into its solid form once again at my side, but stained red from it's journy up the leg of my captor and through his entrails, wreaking havoc on the inside as it severed organs, muscle, and bone without ever breaking the skin except where it entered his body."

With just grammaratical corrections, it should read: "My sword, clicking back into its solid form once again at my side, but stained red from it's journey up the leg of my captor and through his entrails, wreaking havoc on the inside as it severed organs, muscle, and bone without ever breaking the skin except where it entered his body."

There is WAY too much detail compressed into this one sentence to do anything but give the reader a headache. Let's try to reword this. "My sword, clicking back into its solid form, was stained red from its journey into my would-be captor. It had traveled up his leg and through his abdomen, wreaking havoc on the inside as it severed organs, muscle, and bone, only breaking the skin at the entry point on his leg."

Ta-da!

Secondly, try explaining the scenery more. Go into detail about the caravan, about how you guys set up for the night before. It seems that you are trying to keep the reader's attention by constantly throwing action into his or her face--don't worry about it. Good books spend time developing the characters and setting.

Thirdly, don't just state things happening. Make them exciting. Instead of "And that's when my pursuers made themselves known, one directly behind me who placed a knife at my throat, the other paced infront to get a better look at their victim", try "A blade suddenly appeared at my throat, the cool metal just grazing my neck. One man roughly grabbed me from behind, and a second stood in front of me. He coolly sized up his newest victim." Why have I done this? The sentence's grammar is 'teh suck' in the first place, but the new wording makes the entire thing easier to read and understand.

Like I said, this isn't just for ShawnManX, but for all of you.)

(P.S. Use the thesaurus, but don't go overboard. Oh, you may also want to try to eliminate 'dead words' if you know what those are.)

(P.P.S. Just remembered something else--don't rely on your character descriptions to give us all the information. Pretend that you're writing to someone who hasn't ever heard of Nicholas or Beluril or Arcbourn, forcing you to go into detail about the equipment he or she is wearing, his or her appearance, etc. Develop your characters! Don't make them all hardcore killing machines. ShawnManX, your character is a girl. Not be completely chauvinistic, but perhaps you could make her more reluctant to join into battle or something; just keep your people INTERESTING! We don't want one dimensional characters here--we want fleshed-out, believable characters!)

ShawnManX

03-22-2004, 4:52 PM

Reason why I ran. And didn't fight untill cornered.

BlackHawk

03-22-2004, 6:42 PM

(OOC: Feceman, honestly, this IS NOT school. We don't come on this forum to get taught grammar, we get enough of that in school. Please calm down, Shawn barely had any mistakes but a few. I found his entry to be fine, and I enjoyed reading it. Yes there were a few mistakes, but we are human, we make mistakes and it wasn't that hard to figure out what he said.

Yes there are those that do have an annoying amount of spelling mistakes, but if you hate the grammar so much, just PM them asking if they could edit the spelling mistakes away or just don't read it.

Sorry if I sounded like an asshole, you are a good part of this RPG, and you are good at it, I just don't see the need for everything to be 'perfect', hope you see where I'm coming from.)

Another battle? thought Xuther, it's from one to another. I can't believe we're actually going to follow the scum out into the wilderness. Wouldn't it be easier for them out there? They'd have cover, and they've had time to make boobytraps, and get good cover. Heck, they could know every yard of that forest, and we'll march in there like fish out into open land!

"Something got'cha?" asked one of the men training near Xuther.

"What?" said Xuther, coming out of his thoughts. "Oh, right...no. Just thinking about how the General wants us to follow the scum out into the forest."

"Yeah, should be fun eh?"

"Yeah, fun" said Xuther.

"Just think about all the fame and glory we'll get after we slaughter the whole band, I heard this has been the largest band to attack Ur yet! This is history pal!" exclaimed the man, his face flashing up the thought of all the fame dawned on him. "All the girls will want us, they'll be like 'oh you fought in the war? You must be so strong!' ".

"Yeah...if you survive that is. They're probably making that forest their fortress, filling it with booby traps, and making different outposts to hide in!" said Xuther, his anger slowly rising as he thought about what the General was asking them to do. Suicide.

Someone cleared their throat behind Xuther. He knew it was bad when the fellow he was talking to looked away and shuffled off nervousely.

"Xuther, I think it's time we take a walk". Xuther recognized the voice as General Anepada's, a friend of his fathers, they had both fought in the army together.

madman5

03-22-2004, 7:57 PM

Arcbourn ,woke up the nxt ,mornin and ,tryd to fel his ,armn.(Why hello Feceman...CRITISIZE AND DIE!)

"Damn thay hurts..."

Zulin interupted Arcbourns pain

"Ah sir...its the last of the month...and.."

"I know Zulin....I just need somemore money. I'll go find Xuther and Nicholas and we'll go get some wolves, eh?"

"Thanx you sir!"

Arcbourn grabed a fresh pole and tied his dagger to it. He then went to the barracks and gathered his friends.

Subjukator

03-22-2004, 9:06 PM

"Strip of him of his clothes and tie his hands and feet together tightly!" A bristling porcupine shook its quills menacingly in the direction of the tied up man. A sharp prod from a stick quieted its anger and it went sullenly off to root around in the grass.

The announcer of his prisoner's fate warranted grumbles from the others that were similarily tied together one behind the other in what was undoubtably a slave train. A new companion soon joined them towards the rear of the train.

"March you bunch of maggot-infested rodents! HeeYAH!" Whips lashed out from several guards as their human cargo wearily lifted their feet for yet another day of ceaseless jogging to some unknown destination. Many of them had looks of starvation that showed evidently around their thin torsos and lack of fat on anywhere on their bodies.

To the far rear of the slave train, rode two heavily guarded people. Their genders unknown, they were dressed in what appeared to be an entirely navy blue dress that bordered on black. Long, flowing cloaks spread out like a blanket behind them. Protecting their heads, they both wore a matching pair of silvery helmets crafted with a slender raised curve down the middle and a T-shaped opening in the front with an elongated back to it all. A shimmer of colorful vibrance surrounded the two as they rode side by side on magnificent white steeds, the envy of every man, and horse, around them.

The entire group tagged along with the slave train, separate from the rest of that rabble of captured peasants from some faraway town being taken back to Ur for inspection.

Then above their heads, thunder erupted from a perfectly clear day. Startled horses bucked completely out of their wits as their riders were bumped off surprised more from being kicked off their rides then anything else.

The rumbling in the sky increased as dark storm clouds rushed to cover the once sunny day. A harsh gray enveloped the landscape quite suddenly, sucking the very life out of the green of the grass and the brown of the trees and transforming the environment into something akin to the color of a solid-iron plate.

During of all of this chaos however, the two terribly mysterious riders remained motionless, their horses not making a move and breathing quite regularly. One even scuffed the grass with its hoof, ignoring what was happening around it.

OOC: Each people types a little bit differently than anyone else. Thats what makes these threads so cool because one person can word the same line in another manner and perhaps changing the overall meaning of it. In these types of situations like you've mentioned Feceman, I always just say to myself, "Go with the flow man." :)
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Their T-shaped helmets with the arching crescent down the center gleamed with some sort of lurid color, that of the most evil gods in Ur's mythology, a crimson red. Arcane energy crackled and arced from there around the chinks in there armour giving the impression that they too were formed entirely from that unholy light.

Simultaneously, both threw up their hands in violent gestures and the thick, black clouds in the sky screamed downward at an incredible rate. The frightening vision of seeing that solid wall of darkness come plunging downward can not be described in words, only in one emotion: utter terror.
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Some distance away, the same terrifying sight of seeing the sky fall out ceased whatever petty bickering Josephine and the group of men may have had as all stood awe-strucked by the enormity of what they were seeing.
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But the world did not end, the clouds did not scath open skin and lightning did not lash out to strike hapless victims. The only unhappy result was that the entire city of Ur and the surrounding region was covered in a dense fog that could neither be burned away by any amount of light nor could it be blown away by any natural force of nature. These clouds hugged the ground tightly and gaseous vapors accumulated in the shallow parts of the land giving the impression of enormous depth.

There was also the feeling of a great animosity in the air, as if the angry voices of the dead had risen up and were crying out in mournful tones to save them from their unhappy fate. The entire landscape, no doubt, was clad in a gloomy overtones of somberness. Even sound was devoured greedily. Voices seemed to fade out quickly and shouts were often times heard only as suggested whispers.

Indeed, the gods had truely gone mad.

FeceMan

03-22-2004, 9:34 PM

(OOC: Holy crap, sorry about that really shitty post...I'm gonna edit the hell out of it now. I can't believe I wrote up the steaming pile of fecal matter. I am seriously embarassed that I posed it. Anyway, I'm retyping it now, so I'll be back in a short while.)

ShawnManX

03-23-2004, 3:03 AM

(OOC: Yah sorry about the grammer, this is my first time as a female, and the first time I've done things completly first person. Gotta excercise my brain you know. I'll go for scene this time.)

The wind had picked up only slightly, as the thick trees on either side of the road stayed its full fury. The snow was falling steadily by now, already ankle deep and in an hour it would easily reach up to my knees if it kept falling at such an insane rate. The thick snow blindly following the wind obscured vision in every direction; if not for the fence posts that had sprung up, dividing the forest for use by livestock I would easily be wandering in circles. I followed the barbed wire fence to the edge of the woods. Ahead the trees ended and the wrath of the maelstrom could be heard whipping accross the open fields of grain. It was winter when the news of my husbands death had been brought to our door.

"Greetings madam, I hope these days find you well, as I have tragic news. Your husband has fallen in the services of Kish's ally and trade partner, Ur, in an offencive against the raiders who have been disturbing our great neighbor," The messenger than handed me 7 gold pieces and procieded accross the street to tell the woman who lived there.

The memory of that day almost brought tears to my eyes, but the harsh wind wouldn't have it, as I was sucked back into the cold reality. It was then that I realised that this was the first time I'd seen snow, yes I'd heard tales of it from travellers in the bars, and from people my husband had met on his journies to Ur and some of the other prosperous nations to distribute our wares. But I'd never expierinced it firsthand. I stepped out between the pastures and fields, slowly following the fence, the sky above darkened.

FeceMan

03-23-2004, 5:29 PM

(OOC: Yeah, I have trouble when I write in first person, too. That's why I chose not to do it--too much of my personality gets through into the character, and I don't adequately describe the environment because I just get going and I know what I'm talking about, but it isn't made clear to the reader.)

BlackHawk

03-24-2004, 5:34 PM

Another battle? thought Xuther, it's from one to another. I can't believe we're actually going to follow the scum out into the wilderness. Wouldn't it be easier for them out there? They'd have cover, and they've had time to make boobytraps, and get good cover. Heck, they could know every yard of that forest, and we'll march in there like fish out into open land!

"Something got'cha?" asked one of the men training near Xuther.

"What?" said Xuther, coming out of his thoughts. "Oh, right...no. Just thinking about how the General wants us to follow the scum out into the forest."

"Yeah, should be fun eh?"

"Yeah, fun" said Xuther.

"Just think about all the fame and glory we'll get after we slaughter the whole band, I heard this has been the largest band to attack Ur yet! This is history pal!" exclaimed the man, his face flashing up the thought of all the fame dawned on him. "All the girls will want us, they'll be like 'oh you fought in the war? You must be so strong!' ".

"Yeah...if you survive that is. They're probably making that forest their fortress, filling it with booby traps, and making different outposts to hide in!" said Xuther, his anger slowly rising as he thought about what the General was asking them to do. Suicide.

Someone cleared their throat behind Xuther. He knew it was bad when the fellow he was talking to looked away and shuffled off nervousely.

"Xuther, I think it's time we take a walk". Xuther recognized the voice as General Anepada's, a friend of his fathers, they had both fought in the army together.

"So you think this is going to be a suicide mission?" Anepada asked sternly. "You know your father would go in any way. He was a tough man, always at the head of the charge".

"General Anepada, with no disrespect intended, I am NOT my father. He was a foolish man ready to fight at a moments notice, he had the flame. It is not as severe in me, thankfully. I intend to have children one day, and for that to happen, I can't run headlong into a suicide mission.

"You know this is a suicide mission! I saw your advisors telling you so. If you do this at least half of our men will die, and none of us are going to be the ones to tell their wives, sisters and mothers what happened. It will be your ass at the podium explaining why their brother, son, or husband was killed. And I don't think they'll like 'he charged into it with honour even against the odds', honour won't bring them back!" Xuther said with fury. "Make the right decision!" and with that, Xuther left the Generals side, storming down the hall back to the training room.

Doombringer64

03-25-2004, 3:04 PM

(OoC: Okay I've been very busy, but I have not totally ignored this thread, and I don't like what I'm seeing.

1st just because the first battle ended doesn't mean you can't carve out a piece of glory.

i.e. <Xuther sees a large figure covered in heavy leather and topped with a bronze helm screaming furiously, and hacking down many warriors. This individual clearly must be the leader. Xuther rushes over to engage him. An intense battle ensues. The clashes between the bronze swords seem deafening even in a field of chaos and battle. Xuther parries the next shot and brings his blade across the other's throat. He watches as the man struggles for breath and ultimately bleeds to death. Soon after the raiders begin to retreat, many are cut down as they flee back into the wilderness.

Later, after a big celebration Xuther hears Anepada address the troops yatta yatta yatta.>)

VMIC:

Anepada: What makes even think for a second this is a suicide mission Xuther? You saw the bandits and their primitive weapons and armor, hell they even had inferior numbers. Remember they are not an army they are just looter. They are hardly even unified. We will set out find as many of their camps as possible destroy them, and makes the trade routes and city a safer place. This is not a battle Xuther this is a seek and destroy mission.

Valjean

03-25-2004, 4:25 PM

"You are a fool, General Anepada." said Nicholas, coming out from the shadows behind the general.

"You do not know these men. They are ruthless, vicious. They worship false idols and do strange, barbairic rituals. Yet somehow, through their faith in these idols, they seem to find more strength to fight even though they have none left. They live in an oasis jungle in the center of miles and miles of plains on all sides. Their runners would be able to spot the army out in the open and report back to the supperiors and prepare an army. What they couldn't do in strength or numbers they'd make up for in skills, statigies, and traps. I have been able to sneak into their home many times, but I would not be able to get an entire army through there. We'd have to draw their forces out an they're smarter than to attack us on the plains." continued Nicholas

"Xuther is right and you should not be blind enough to not see Xuther's logic."

madman5

03-25-2004, 6:15 PM

Arcbourn, hearing the fight with General Anepada, quickly cut in.

"General can't these men have an opinion?"

"NO!"

"You know thats bullshit General. I'll cut you a deal. Me, Nicholas, and Xuther will go to the raiders base and flush'em out. No matter what we'll get them out into the open. Then you can finish the job."

"I'll thinck ab...

"NO! We need an answer now."

"Fine. Do your little flush'em out bit."

"Ok then..."

Doombringer64

03-25-2004, 6:26 PM

Anepada: Any of you speak out against me again it will be considered treason. I have spent my life fighting primitives, I know far more then anyone hear would care to. We set out tommorrow.

With that Anepada left the men to enjoy theirrecent victory.

Valjean

03-25-2004, 7:31 PM

"Is that bastard so blind and caught up in the possible glory that he doesn't know what he's getting into?" said Nicholas after the general had left.

"Anyway, great thinking, Arcbourn. I wouldn't have been able to think up such a strategy right now, but then again, I've been a bit...stuck as of late, so yeah."

Nicholas then took out his blade and examined it, then put it back.

"So...should I lead us in?"

FeceMan

03-25-2004, 8:07 PM

Zae’Roe groggily awoke from his slumber. The dull pounding in his head didn’t help his thinking, but Zae’Roe managed to get an idea of his surroundings. He inferred that he was firmly bound to a chair. His location appeared to be in an uncomfortably small room, devoid of anything but the chair on which he was seated and a few small windows. Stone walls covered in dirt and grime, the room could barely be seen through the gloom, but the small shafts of light entering the room allowed for limited visibility. Zae’Roe wriggled his hands, trying to free himself.

Ouch! A biting pain made itself known in his wrists, and he felt the warmth of blood trickle down his hands.

What am I doing here? Zae’Roe wondered. To the best of his recollection, he had fought with his aunt and uncle and stormed out of their house. Then…nothing. No memory of anything.

“Alright boy, you’re going to give us a little information!” The door to the building flew open, banging against the wall. A burly man, followed by several others, strode in confidently. Zae’Roe said nothing. He met the man’s gaze defiantly, but he Zae’Roe felt sure his fear showed through.

The man glared at him. “First off, what in the hell is an Urian doing on Taelcri’ land? Secondly, how’d you get here? And thirdly…eh, I don’t have a ‘thirdly’ yet.”

“I don’t know, I don’t know, and how did you know I am from Ur?”

“Just one look at your clothes and—hey! I ask the questions around here! What do you mean you don’t know?!”

Zae’Roe did his best to shrug, grimacing at the effort. “I woke up here and can’t remember anything past dinner.” The burly man seemed about to say something when another man entered. The newcomer was hunched over and wore a grey cloak, and when he moved, he looked almost like an insect. He whispered into the burly man’s ear before scuttling out.

“Untie him. The Shaman wants to speak with him,” he stated.

“Who’s ‘The Shaman’?” Zae’Roe asked. Everyone ignored his question, and then they released him from his chair.

A spear tip poked him in the back. “March!”