Bronimina in Peril

Bronimina in Peril
18:37:28 Nov 1st 08 - Mr. Demonsul: I have a fixed plot in mind, but I'm not going to reveal it, as it will gradually unfold as the RP progresses. RULES- No plotmaking. Sorry, I have this set out. I might be able to bend it though, if your character proposes we take a different route or something like that. But no taking charge. No godmodding. You can godmod non-user enemies slightly, so they die from your attacks, but no big or stupid godmods such as making the enemy all decide to go home or stuff similar to that. Limit your characters skills. They can be powerful, but not ridiculously so. No insta-kill everything spells and such. There will be various OoC sections that will help you along. So, let us begin. Demonsul was sitting in the tavern 'Ye Olde Taverne', drinking some ale, when a messenger rushes in, looks around, and runs over to the bar. "Excuse me, but is there a Mr. Demonsul in here?" Septim eyes him dubiously from behind the bar, then points to Demonsul at his table. The messenger nods thankfully, runs over to Demonsul's table, places a scroll sealed with blue wax on his table and dashes out of the door without comment. Bemused, Demonsul opens the scroll. His eyes gradually widen as he examines the contents. Finally, he drops the scroll, which lands on the floor. He scoops it up and stuffs it into a pocket beneath his black cloak. He stands up suddenly and bangs on the table. Nothing happens. He bangs on the table louder, and when that fails, creates a large black explosion in the air above his head. The bar goes quiet, apart from a muttered "This'd better be good" from somewhere towards the back. "I have an opportunity to all who seek it," announces Demonsul. "A recent issue has appeared, and I am in need of armed men. All who wish to join me will be paid in good silver coinage when the mission is done. There will also be a twenty silver coin bonus as a token of appreciation to all those who come, paid as soon as we leave this tavern. Anyone who wishes to join me on this mission, come forward and present yourself." [OoC: Give a brief description of your character and their talents. You may choose to not reveal all your character's information]
20:17:06 Nov 1st 08 - Mr. Killer: Killer glaced at the scene around him, people were being slapped left, right and centre. Still, no one came near him, he had hid himself from their sight, sipping at a drink. The chair he had sat still in for many a day scraped against the floor, causing a fright to anyone nearby. He stood up, and appeared as if magically, before the eyes of the foolish drinkers, and indeed, it probably was. A cloak and hood covered all to see, apart from his eyes, a plain blue, sunken almost to his skull, staring into the depths of any person's soul who dared challenge his stare. He strode over to Demonsul, and whispered in a harsh voice, like a knife grating upon stone, "I wish to come with you. I have much knowledge that remains lost to almost all. I am learned in the ways of magic arts, in healing and I can play tricks of the light. I have no need of your money, but I will need a steed if we plan to go far, my legs aren't what they once were. Good luck on your journey, whether you'll have me or no." Name - Killer Race(?) - Halfling Age - Most think somewhere in the region of a hundred and fifty to two hundred. Weapons - An unbreakable(or almost) staff made of an unknown wood. Magic - Is a master of illusions and healing, but nothing else. Description - Is frail and weak, but has sharp reflexes to any danger and a cunning mind. He stands at a mere four foot, clad in a strange cloak of shimmering colours, covering all other items that he may carry. It is said he carries an ancient book of lore, crisped and yellow with the passing of time.
20:31:27 Nov 1st 08 - Mr. Demonsul: Demonsul acknowledged Killer with a nod. "Greetings Killer, your help would most certainly be accepted. We will leave soon, and there will most certainly be mounts, as that silver you refused has to go somewhere." Turning back to the crowd, Demonsul announced; "Any more takers? As I said. the journey will be well rewarded!"
21:37:46 Nov 1st 08 - Lord Charley Deallus: Charley turned around from his seat at the bar when he saw the messenger enter the tavern. He was wearing the ceremonial armor of Tasidian since he was recently at a funeral. He heard Demonsul's words and thought to himself quickly before walking over to him. "I am Lord Charley Deallus of Tasidian and I will join you on your quest. I am very skilled in the use of a bow and am not afraid to use a sword if the time calls for it. I have been in several wars, quests, and journeys so far in my life. I would ask one of my brothers to come with me, but unfortunately they are continuing our rebellion to reclaim Tasidian. I will help you as much as I can." Name - Lord Charley Deallus III Race - Human Age - 32 Weapons - Carries an elven sword named Purilas and a yew bow. Made of an unknown metal and very light, Charley only fights with his sword if enemies close to quickly with him. Magic - None Description - Charley Deallus III is the son of Ernest Deallus, the previous king of Tasidian. Charley has been involved in many adventures and quests in his lifetime. He led an expedition with Septim and Erunion Telcontar to free the king of Antioch, he led the expedition against Dark Lord Zurmon, and now leads the resistance against his evil. He is cursed with eternal life until he kills Dark Lord Zurmon. He is a skilled swordsman and can protect himself well against average fighters. Charley is a master archer and has usually stuck to using his bow over a sword. He is not afraid to lead his troops into battle with his bow. Personality - Charley Deallus III is very daring and brave in the face of danger. He is a leader of men and usually leads his forces into combat. He does not take defeat well, but does not give into despair easily. He is friendly with close friends and a polite with allies. He would choose death over dishonor and lives his life being honest and trustworthy.
01:10:23 Nov 2nd 08 - Mr. Dethos III: Dethos was sat in the corner when a man made an explosion above his head. He started talking about something but Dethos didn’t really pay attention until he heard good silver coinages. He downed his drink and pick up his bag. Two people had gone up. The first was a Halfling and the second was a Human that looked important. Dethos got up and walked to the man. “I will go with you, I am a skilled fighter and know these lands very well.” Name - Dethos Race - Human Age - 37 Weapons – A pair of steel claws (describe them better in the story) and a Steel shortsword. Magic – a simple spell of a small ball of light. Description – Dethos has travelled around a lot crossing all the land. He knows many languages and has made lots of friends on his journeys. He wears steel chainmail for manoeuvrability.
03:21:36 Nov 2nd 08 - Mr. Arvious VIII: Name: Arvious VIII of Port Traven Race: Human Age: 20 Weapons: A maple longbow and an iron shortsword, both having the Port Traven insignia on it. Magic: Is my heroism and sense of humor not magical enough for you people? Description: Even after both of his parents died soon after his virth, Arvious has always been strong and been able to crack a joke in the middle of the fight. He's been through tough times, but the only thing he thinks is tough is making up a new joke. After proving himself worthy several years ago, Arvious has become Lord of Port Traven. Now give him a beer.
11:18:20 Nov 2nd 08 - Mr. Demonsul: "I am glad to be receiving such support." *walks outside, and the 4 other adventurers follow him. He gives each of them a small bag of silver coins, except Killer, who didn't want them. "Now, I'm just going to go and buy some supplies and mounts, we will leave as soon as I am back. This journey will be long. I trust you not to run off with that money while I am busy."
11:55:36 Nov 2nd 08 - Lord Charley Deallus: Charley looks at the money and then hands it back to Demonsul. "I am a lord and from a wealthy family. I do not need such a small amount. It would be best if you kept it and used it for our supplies."
15:52:39 Nov 2nd 08 - Mr. Demonsul: Demonsul takes the money back. "If you insist...anyone else feeling non-materialistic?" After nobody speaks, he walks off to go and get supplies. While he is gone, someone nails an 'ECONOMIC CRASH!' notice to the outside of the tavern door. When Demonsul gets back, he is leading five horses.They each have a saddle and a small amount of supplies strapped to them. Demonsul hands out the reins of four of the horses to each of the adventurers, keeping the fifth for himself. He climbs onto the horse's back. "Right, lets get moving. We will ride fast, just follow me."
17:15:46 Nov 2nd 08 - Mr. Killer: Killer looks at his horse, approving of Demonsul's choice. It was a sturdy beast, built for long distance treks but capable of galloping for a short time. He takes the saddle off of the horses back, and takes the bit and reins off of the beast. He hops upon the beast's back, and urges it to a canter, a small smile playing at the edge of his lips at the others stare, when all that was required to move the horse was a few tricks of the light.
18:59:23 Nov 2nd 08 - Mr. Arvious VIII: Arvious, having finished his drink, saddled a horse, which was a bright white horse. The horse tried to shake him off for a couple of minutes, but them relented and allowed him to ride her. Arvious kicked the horse once, and he began to follow Demonsul, ready for another adventure.
19:08:36 Nov 2nd 08 - Mr. Dethos III: Dethos studied the horse that Demonsul gave him. It looked quite a young horse and was more energetic than most because it kept trying to walk away. It was a light brown with a black mane. He climbed on and directed it to where Demonsul was. He started at a trot and then went faster to a gallop.
20:21:13 Nov 2nd 08 - Lord Charley Deallus: Charley approached his chestnut colored horse and patted it on the head lightly. He then carefully climbed upon the horse's back and settled himself in. He rubbed his horse's head and prepared to follow Demonsul quickly. "I am ready."
20:34:11 Nov 2nd 08 - Mr. Demonsul: With the four adventurers behind him, Demonsul set off along the paved road away from the tavern. The paving quickly gave way to mud as they took the least traveled path to the north. They passed over hills as they galloped along, not pushing their horses too hard, but hard enough to travel quickly. Before long, a hazy band of mountains appeared to the west. Demonsul reined in is horse to explain his course to the others. "We will follow these mountains for many leagues until the range bends to the east, then we will have to cross them. It is a good ways yet, so don't expect any major scenery improvements." At that point, the bandits decided to jump out of the bushes on the side of the road to attack the five adventurers. OoC: Bandits...so cliche. Ah well, show me what you got.
20:48:45 Nov 2nd 08 - Mr. Killer: (Errr, my horse is light grey, fleckled with darker grey spots, and a mane of pure white) Killer's mount ground to a halt in front of the bandits. Killer tried unsuccessfully to whack one in the head with his staff and then decided on magic to get them out of the this difficulty. He was weary from the journey and so decided on a single image, so frightening that the bandits would hopefully run away. It was a large enough group(?) and wouldn't be easily turned from their target. A beast came out of nowhere, near eight feet long, it's stretched skin showing the rippling muscles amid torn flebeep stood at a man's height and bared its long sharp fangs at the bandits. "Quick, it's a werewolf, run," one cried, tripping and stumbling as he tried to get away. He rose and ran headlong into the bushes with the others. Killer chuckled as the werewolf faded to nothing more than a breeze in the air. Unfortunately, a bandit turned and saw this, and they charged back with a vengeance. Two took a quick blow to the neck by Killer's staff, and fell to the ground, dead. Killer retreated to his horse, which stood still behind the fighting scence, unable to offer much else to the fighting.
20:54:55 Nov 2nd 08 - Mr. Demonsul: When the 'werewolf' had appeared, several of the horses had reared. One of those was Demonsul's, which threw him to the floor. Cursing in a strange foreign tongue, he threw his hand forward. A black ball of energy came out, hitting a bandit in the chest and then exploding, obliterating the bandit and throwing three others to the ground. Demonsul climbed up and stabbed one of the fallen bandits through the chest with his sword, then span around and decapitated one behind him. A third bandit then recovered from the blast, and attacked Demonsul with an axe, hitting him in the arm. The axe glanced off of Demonsul's armor. Demonsul span again and sliced off the bandits arm and halfway through his chest, before removing his sword with a horrible slithering noise. The bandit fell to the floor in a pool of sticky crimson blood.
21:04:54 Nov 2nd 08 - Lord Charley Deallus: Charley quickly leapt off of his horse to keep it from getting injured in the fight. He drew Purilas, his sword, to fight the bandit that was close to him. Charley slashed at the bandit quickly to test his defenses, and he was slightly surprised he was blocked. The bandit slashed quickly with his short sword, but Charley blocked his weak attacks with ease. Charley slashed again and then stabbed quickly at the bandit's chest. The bandit deflect the slash away from himself, and he managed to only get a large cut on his side from the stab. Blood dripped from the wound and the bandit winced in pain, but he tried to continue fighting desperately. Charley decided to put the man out of his misery swifty. He rushed towards the bandit quickly and attacked from the side. He managed to avoid being blocked and his sword went through the bandit's ribs into his vital organs, with a sound similar to that of stomping on fruit. The bandit screamed and pulled away suddenly, causing a large spurt of dark blood to splatter against the ground. Charley advanced again and this time he sliced off the bandit's head, causing blood to spray from the neck. The bandit's body fell to the ground and blood spurted into a scarlet red puddle. Charley wiped off the almost black blood that was dripped from his sword upon the bandit's clothing before turning to see if the others needed help.
22:06:56 Nov 2nd 08 - Mr. Dethos III: Dethos’s horse had stayed were it was frozen with fear when the werewolf had appeared. Dethos had got the time to get his weapons ready. He searched in his bag and pulled out two steel gauntlets that had 3 blades attached to the back of the glove. The blades were 1 foot long and curved down at the end, like the shape of a bird’s claw. The blades were double-sided so he could use both sides. He put them on when suddenly the werewolf had disappeared and the bandits had turned back to attack. He jumped of his horse and attacked the nearest bandit with an upward swing with his right hand. The bandit blocked the attack easily but he didn’t see Dethos’s left hand that had punched at the bandit’s face. The blades had dug deep into the bandit’s face. Dethos ripped the blades out and took most of the bandits face with it. A second bandit attacked him with a sided-ways slice with an axe. Dethos blocked the axe with his right hand by punching the blade with his blades. Then the bandit was preparing for an attack from the left hand but Dethos swung his right hand backwards towards the bandit’s stomach. The blades sliced his stomach open and his internal organs fell out. The bandit fell down backwards. He tried to but his internal organs back but they wouldn’t fit. There was a pool of blood forming around him. Dethos picked up the bandits axe and buried it deep in to the bandits head. Dethos moved to the group to try and help the others.
22:40:58 Nov 2nd 08 - Mr. Darkin: Darkin was woken by the familiar sound of battle. Like any seasoned warrior he was armed in an instant and trying to find the source of the ruckus. Standing in the bushes on the edge of the road scuffle taking place. It seemed to be a travelling party being ambushed by a group of bandits. This did not surprise him as bandit attacks were not uncommon in these parts in fact he had fought of an attack only last week not far from here. Convinced that this was no concern of his, Darkin turned to go back to his camp. However, upon turning around he saw one of the bandits, an arrow in hand hiding in the bushes ready to taken down one of the 5 adventures from afar. Enraged by such a cowardly and dishonourable means of attack, Darkin let out an almighty Howl stunning the hidden bandit and surely surprising others in the vicinity as well. Darkin raised his mighty Maul and brought it crashing down on the bandits head. After removing his maul from the now unidentifiable corpse and taking a couple of gold trinkets he could use to buy bread with later, Darkin surveyed the unfolding fight and then rushed in towards the nearest bandit, Maul raised and screaming for blood. Name – Mr Bobbery Darkin, though prefers to be referred to by his surname Race - Human Age - 51 Weapons – is not the type of character who would ever carry a weapon with its own name. Carries scavenged armour and weaponry collected over the various campaigns he has served as a sword-for-hire. Currently, carries a large maul which is strung across his back when not in use. Also has a small throwing axe kept in place by his belt which has saved his life and the lives of others many times. A large dirk is smartly hidden in his large belt strapping, a gift given to him by a dwarfish general long ago. Very skilled in using most forms of close combat weaponry Magic – None Description – A thickly set mountain of a man. Tanned and rough from the years of fighting in harsh climates. Has the slight shadow of the beginning of a rugged beard. Has thick mid length grey-white hair and a small duelling scar above his right brow. Wears an almost complete set of troll skin boots and gloves though wears leather strapping instead of the glove on his right hand. Has a very large dragon skin belt with a dwarven warrior shaped belt buckle. wears a plate of steel as a thigh guard with the symbol of a long forgotten monarch only just visible printed on it. Personality – a man of unmeasurable honour. Has fought enough battles to realise that his enemies will never show him the honour that he shows them. Acts of dishonour enrage him. A cynical and cold character though will always be on hand to help his allies. Despises the upper classes that would rather send men to die for their causes rather than go and fight on the battle field themselves.
23:12:25 Nov 2nd 08 - Mr. Arvious VIII: Arvious jumped off of his horse and jumped onto a bandit. The bandit wobbled around a bit before falling over on his back. Arvious grabbed his bow and fired arrows at a bandit with two metal swords. The bandit swung a sword at one of them, but wasn't so lucky with the other arrows, and fell on the dirt path, dead. Arvious turned around and waited for another bandit to show up.
17:18:37 Nov 3rd 08 - Mr. Demonsul: Hearing a fear-inspiring cry, Demonsul turned round, and saw a huge man rushing towards the melee with a massive maul primed to strike. Demonsul lifted an arm, a black nexus beginning to swirl around his fingers. However, he cut off the flow of magic when the man crushed a bandit's head with the maul. Whoever he was, he was not with them. Taking advantage of Demonsul's distraction, a bandit swung an axe at his neck. Demonsul noticed it coming, and threw himself forward. The axe hewed a few hairs from his head. Twisting as he fell, Demonsul chopped at the bandit's legs, sending them sprawling backwards. Rising, Demonsul thrust his sword into the bandit's skull. Drawing it out, he turned to find another foe, but there were only five left. Last kills! Let's get this over with.
19:42:02 Nov 3rd 08 - Lord Charley Deallus: Charley saw that there were more enemies and he rushed at the closest one. The bandit saw him coming and threw a dagger as well as readying his shortsword. Charley dove onto the ground and avoided the dagger before leaping to his feet. He slashed at the man with all of his might, but the bandit dodged the attack. Charley used his remaining momentum to spin his opposing foot through the air and crabeep against the bandit's side. Charley hit the ground and rolled to his feet in time to see the bandit slowly rising, holding his side painfully. The bandit was too slow and Charley shoved his sword into the man's stomach and twisted his sword. The bandit screamed in incredible agony as he fell to his kneels and held onto the hold of Charley's sword. Charley pulled it out with all of his might, ripping some of the bandit's organs out with it because they were wrapped around it. Dark and thick blood poured onto the ground as the bandit fell forward, dead. Charley removed the twisted intestine from his sword by wiping it onto the bandit's clothing and then used a cloth. He did this after turning and seeing that no bandit was coming for him. He then waited to see if anyone needed help.
00:30:18 Nov 5th 08 - Mr. Darkin: The big man ran towards the nearest bandit. As he got within striking range, the bandit lunged with a short sword. Darkin preempted it, stepping to the side he caught the bandit's wrist pulled and him fowards, kneeing the bandit in the stomach. As the bandit keeled over, Darkin brought the maul down on the man's back. Darkin looked around seeing where he would be needed next.
21:45:53 Nov 10th 08 - Lord Charley Deallus: Charley looked around after several minutes and found that the bandits were either dead or were fleeing for their lives. He moved over towards Demonsul, catching his breath. "We have driven them off...where to now?"
21:49:22 Nov 10th 08 - Mr. Demonsul: "Back on with the journey...but first..." Demonsul walks over to the big man. "Who or what are you? What do you want? ...we could probably use your skill. We are bound for a northern land, you will be payed well if you join us. Do you want to come?"
22:38:08 Nov 10th 08 - Sir Darkin: “Considering I just saved your life you could have given me the courtesy of knowing your name first. I am Darkin of the Ka’man Clan from the Eastern Highlands. I will go on this journey to the north, I have not been that way in many years. But know that it will cost you. My services do not come cheap and were dearly sought in times gone past. I have reclaimed thrones, removed despots, fought in lands some have never heard of, against cruelty most could not imagine. If you fight with the spirit of the True Warrior then there will be no problems between us. But first let me collect my gear from the woods” Darkin returned shortly leading a large speckled white horse, into the clearing.
17:11:34 Nov 11th 08 - Mr. Demonsul: "I am glad you decided to join us. And forgive my discourtesy. I am Karzun Demonsul, a resident of the northern region we will be traveling to. This is Killer, a skilled illusionist, over there is Lord Charley Deallus III, this man is Dethos the adventurer, and finally, meet Arvious VIII of Port Traven." After speaking, Demonsul remounts his horse. "We have to make up lost time. Come!" says Demonsul, setting off down the track again.
20:35:43 Nov 11th 08 - Lord Charley Deallus: Charley listened to the introduction and bowed slightly when he was mentioned. Then he quickly wrapped his cloak around himself and leapt upon his horse when Demonsul did. He caught up with him quickly and followed.
00:30:42 Nov 12th 08 - Mr. Arvious VIII: When Arvious was mentioned, he waved his hand a bit and said, "Welcome to the crowd! Just because this is an important mission doesn't mean there can't be fun." Arvious mounts his white stallion and rides close to the back, incase they might have a repeat encounter of bandits.
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