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What?! You get 10 food! Bloody greedy pig. For the next level by the way, master of blah blah( mélee fighting for you I believe) you have to show some inspector type guy that you're a good teacher, but you have to teach for a while first.) | ||||
My drunk man has had a alcohol course and has realised he can still drink and work at the same time and he is going on a bar tending course :) this will take 2 real days from now * | ||||
Omg! It's the place | ||||
Yes! THE place! Feel like coming? *The mage looks as Erunion comes in. "Oh, yes, there you are. I made a big bunch of sales today, the men buying them said that they saw your advertising posters up. So, as a reward, I'm giving you two magic scrolls, and I'll teach you how to use them for the rest of the day.* Congratz Erunion, you now know how to cast Fire Ball(small ball of fire which you can aim at the enemy), and Minor Heal(Cures a small cut, nothing very bad.) Oh, and you have to learn a spell to be bale to cast it properly, and if you learn it really well... well... you can do it very well... Elsewhere... *Killer looks as 20 men come into the lpace with weapons, and start terrorising the people. His guards quickly kill the intruders, but one guard dies. He walks down to the intruders, and spots one still alive. "Who said you," Killer asks. The intuder looks at Killer "The... King... Wkyfickle," bringing up a knife at Killer. Killer steps back, and watches the intruder die. He strides acroos to the captain of the guards. "We will send a few men to fight this Wkyfickle guy | ||||
Erunion studies the scrolls, and pays a great deal of attention to his master as he is taught how to use them. | ||||
Sorry... had to go earlir... Cont. * "Yes. Of course sir, how many men shall we send?" asks the captain of the guards. "Won't need too many... We'll send 50 men." replies Killer. "How will we know where to go?" "I know exactly where they are. Get 20 of your men ready, we shall go to war. I suspect we won't need many men..." "Yes, sir." Killer walks down the street, and he recruits 25 men from various places. "Now only a few more..." * Will YOU join? (*note. There are 79 guards left in the place. Killer will leave a guy in charge... so be careful, this guy could be very unpredictable 0.o Want five people to join on this expedition. You MIGHT get spoils of war :0 .) | ||||
*soc enters work at the medicine shop* "hey boss, when do i get to learn how to make some potions?" carries: 500 gold, 0 food, watch
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Erunion tells his master he is going to join the offensive. {Erunion does not want to get fired...} | ||||
0 food? That isn't good... *A genie appears and gives everyone 200 food...* *The healer looks up as Soc enters. "Oh, I was just going to start you on them now, here... watch carefully, this is a potion for dizziness." Soc watches as he mixes several herbs togather, puts boiling water on it, and beats it with a pestle. "Now you try, handing a bowl, the necessary herbs and boiling water to Soc.* *The mage watches as Erunion prepares to leave. "Wait, I wish to have an apprentice when this is over, so take this scroll," handing him a scroll to create a small bit of light. "Look over it a few times, light can be very handy sometimes..." Later, Erunion goes to the mansion and asks Killer if he can come to fight. "Yes of course, have you any weapons?" Erunion shows him the trendarat. "Very nice weapon... here, take this basic shield," handing him a light iron shield. "I wish you luck in the battle." | ||||
Thanking him for his gift, Erunion walks to the blacksmith. | ||||
*soc eagerly attempts to make the potion for dizziness. after a few failed attempts, he finally makes one!* "wow, thanks boss! any other specialties i can learn?" carries: 500 gold, 190 food, watch, dizziness potion | ||||
Oh sorry... makes sense I suppose... *The blacksmith looks up as Erunion comes in, asking for a good armour for a fairly decent shield and 590 gold. "Hmmm... let's see... I could make you a strong heavy steel armour or I have a slightly less strong, but much lighter, armour here made of bronze. I'm selling this cheap as it's made of bronze, but it is incredibly designed, and I've already made copies of it in other metals, but I can't quite get it. The man who made this must have been incredibly skilled... Anyway, it's a nice enough shield, so the shield and 550 gold for the heavy steel armour, or the shield and 500 gold for the bronze armour. I'd recommend the bronze armour, but I can't seem to sell it as it's bronze...* *The healer watches as his apprentice finally manages to get the potion right. "Hmmm... nicely done, that is a pretty hard potion to begin with, I just needed a few to sell. For now though, just look after the shop. Don't even THINK of stealing anything from it." The healer shows Soc the different basic madicines to sell. "If you don't know a certain medicine call me, and here's a map of where the stuff is in the shop," handing him a rudimentary drawing with scribbles here and there.* | ||||
"Thank you very much. The bronze, definitely. When you get it right in a different material, inform me, as I will likely purchase it." | ||||
"Three days from now." | ||||
[[OOC: I now have about 500 gold so I was wondering if there was such a thing as clothes in the game, seriously, people can respect you based on what you wear and maybe it can increase the chance of a promotion or your respect on the streets, or protection against the elements. I don't know, maybe like this: Rags - 0 gold (Starting clothes) I don't know, you should continue with nicer clothes for better occasions!]] | ||||
No... everyone just walks around naked... *sighs* Right, everyone, give me some clothes names(clothes from back then... don't post any stupid one). | ||||
{Silks, silk shirt, pantaloons, trousers. Thick cloaks, light cloaks, half cloaks. Coats, heavy coats, fur lined coats. Bunch of others.} | ||||
[ok...if I come now, is there anywhere I could work?] | ||||
*hangs up big sign* it says: "potions sold here! we have some for all occasions! be creative, we can make it!" *walks back into to store, fiddling around with some mixtures.* | ||||
Yeah there are plenty of jobs... *sigh* New: There is a clothes store. Buy materials and make clothes and sell clothes, and you can do any clothes you like. YOU, the players, have to make up the clothes, as I'm to bored to do it. There is also a scroll shop, sells magic scolls; blacksmith; carpenter; farm; school, look back at the earlier posts if you want to learn or work here, I really couldn't be bothered copying it; healer; (ermmm...) that's it... I think... | ||||
Oh, and you can work as a servant to me... | ||||
Erunion walking into the clothes shop, makes a selection of a servicable woolen cloak, two fine woolen shirts (one slightly baggy, one normal), and fine woolen trousers. | ||||
*The assitant looks up at her first customer. "Oh... hello. That'll be 80 gold please. Thank you..."* *In the blacksmith the blacksmith looks up as the person who bought the fine sword and armour comes in and asks for two forearm guards and shinguards. "Ok... looking for blades on them... Ah, hmm... ok... In the morning you say... Well since I'm not doing anything else I'll have them done. It'll cost you 200 gold please, and for an extra 100 gold I can reinforce the blades to make them a stronger, but maybe not quite as fine a point at the end, it's just that I have to make sure the blades are properly fitted so that they won't bust off and cut your leg if you hit against something." * | ||||
"That would be excellent." | ||||
*The horns start to blow. Killer roars "We will attack these scum today. I want to see you getting ready and we'll attack them soon!" * | ||||
Erunion sprints on over to the blacksmith, collects his shin and forearm guards, puts them on, and puts the armour on. Erunion then puts on the slightly baggy clothes over top, hiding the armour. Erunion runs to the inn were he is staying, grabs the scrolls, puts them in his belt pouch then Erunion belts on his Trendarat, and walks over to the manor, with his cloak over his sword. Erunion is currently completely camouflaged for woody terrain. | ||||
*Killer watches as the 49 men gather(he got a few more...). "LET US GO TO WAR!" he roars. 50 horses are lead by one man through the gate. "Here are the horses that shall carry us, and while we are gone, there shall be a stables set up. All the peasants and guards get up on the horses, and Killer leads them out the gate. He is riding on a black horse with a silver mane. All the rest are riding on white horses, brown horses or grey horses with white, black, brown or grey manes (take your pick Erunion) and they slowly trot out the gates so that the people who have not travelled on horses before can get used to them. They head eastwards.* *Meanwhile, the ruler for the time being is Killer's brother, Relic. Quite like Killer(but not as magnificent, of course), he's taller at a whole 7 foot, in his 50's and quick and agile. He walks about the street making a note of things.* | ||||
Erunion mounts a fiery and well trained warhorse (a stallion) with dark gray hair and a black mane. | ||||
*After riding for a while they see 500 men(foot soldiers). The 500 men see them as well and charge at them. "Archers and magicians, attack." Killer yells. They do just that. 20 men fall to the arrows and magic. "Retreat while firing" Killer yells. The foot soldiers are charging at them, but while retreating until about 200 metres distance(they started off at 400 metres) and 180 men or so more have died by this stage. "CHARGE!!!" yells Killer. They charge while firing a few more arrows along with a bit of magic. 50 men fall before they reach the enemy. Killer send out a magnificent blast of light, killing 180 more men before reaching them. The rest were easily killed. They continued heading east, picking up a few spears on the way.* | ||||
[[OOC: I now have 1100 gold, so I shall buy a house! :-D]]
*Septim walks into a real estate office with a large sack of money and throws it down on the desk. "I will take a three room house!" | ||||
[Eh.....Killer could you take the jobs and what you get for working at them again?] | ||||
I think those are it! | ||||
*Verll walks over to school and approaches Septim. | ||||
"I am sure that would be fine with the head of the school", says Septim as he turns away, he comes back a few minutes later. "He is gone, but he left a note saying that anybody who would like to teach could start as a sub professor, you shall get ten gold and food a day. Teach for a week or so and you might become a Professor like me." *Septim and Verll walks around the school for a while, talking about magic, wars, and other news, they become good friends. "If you would like to stay at my house until you can get your own, that is fine with me, it is a three bedroom house..." [[OOC: Killer, I am sorry about the note thing, but I know it would be fine...]] | ||||
"Of course I would like to come and live with you, maybe you could teach me some about fighting which I am not so skilled in, and I teach you in some of the magical arts?" | ||||
"That sounds excellent, follow me" *Septim leads Verll to his home a mile away from the school. Septim shows Verll his bedroom. "I must leave now...take this" *Septim gives Verll a key to his house. "I am leaving now, I have worn these rags for the past couple weeks and I sort of feel like getting something new..." *Septim goes to the clothes shop and buys a black coat, two brown casual shirts, two black casual pairs of pants, a black pair of shoes, and a grey robe for one hundred gold coins. [[OOC: none left...]] *Septim returns home and puts away his clothes, he puts on a brown shirt, a black pair of pants, and his new shoes. [[OOC: Only reason for clothes is so people can imagine what a person looks like...seriously, it helps sometimes...]] *Septim eats dinner. | ||||
[[OOC: I would like to suggest the addition of horses and cities! Cities: Horses: Horses could make you travel faster to another city. There are regular horses, then black, then white, then special. Special horses can take more damage, travel extremely fast, and maybe talk (I don't know...). Traveling: Traveling can take up to two days, or two hours, or even ten minutes. It all depends on the horse. Please tell me if this is a good or bad idea, I might even make a guide to this game in a couple of days based on Killer's posts in order to decrease the difficulty of finding the facts of the game!]] | ||||
Ah good... thanks Septim. I did say I was going to build a stable after this war thing... Ummm... cities... huh... Sure. Verll, yeah you can teach, sure... *Relic finds a note in Killer's mansion. It sets out the instructions for building some different cities in parts of the place, and a plan for a stables. (Sorry Septim, I have to put it into the story somehow...) Relic decides to start building these things for when Killer gets back. (About a week to build all that various stuff...) * *Septim looks up as the head-professor comes in. "I've returned early from the war, and I come with bad news... The master of mélee fighting has died. Now there is only 4 fighting teachers, and I want to see which one is the best to promote. So, if you will come with me, and I want to see you teach a class of students. Just do as you normally do." * *Far away, Killer sees a large army of 1,000 men fighting of Whyfickle's(he sees their banner) men against some peasants poorly armed against them, about 6,000. He gets his men to charge at the town. They charge down beside the army, and start shooting arrows and magic at Whyfickle's men. In the confusion, Whyfickle's men start attacking each other while trying to retreat everyway(they're not very organised...). They are quickly finished off at retreating, by the peasants and Killer's small platoon, but at the loss of around 1,100 peasant lives, and 21 of Killer's men,(one being the master of fighting...) Killer walks up to one of the peasants, and asks what heppened. "The men sneaked up at us during the night, but we had some meagre defences up, and that stopped them until recently, shortly before you came charging down to help us. We are most grateful for yor help, and if you're attacking Whyfickle, we wish to help you." replies the peasant. "Ok, I accept your help gratefully. If you don't mind, I wish to put some of my men at the head of you peasants." "No!" the crowd roars, with a few hints of displeasure. Killer walks over to the head-professor of the school, and tells him to return to the school he would be needed. Killer then picks three men to lead 1,000 peasants each, with a few handful of the men that came with him. These men are Erunion Telcontar, Swynchital (a peasant, who he saw killing people with magic marvellously) and Rastanak(a guard). He all saw them fighting well, as well as either being good archers or magicians. He asks the peasants where the city of Whyfickle's is, and they reply east. They walk towards the city slowly, getting 2 people on each horse with many walking. The children are left behind with a few older people to look after them. They arrive at dawn, and Killer asks Erunion to take his guys to attack the city from the west, Swynchital from the south and Rastanak from the east. He would attack the main gate from the north, with 1,000 peasants and whatever. He asks the peasants how many troops are in the city, around. They say a great number, at least 50,000. "Ok, let us go to war," he cries, and he asks the people to hide in nearby vegetation for the time being. | ||||
Trendarat raised high, Erunion rides back and forth along the lines of peasents. (Out of site of the enemy walls.) | ||||
*Killer listens intently as Erunion tells him his plan. "Excellent idea, but the work for the mages will be very draining. It is not easy to dig through so much ground. And the gates ought to be securely locked. But we shall see what these mages are like, to see if they could. Good plan, if it works..." Killer walks down among the peasants. "Is there anyway good mages amoungst ye?" he asks. A young man steps up. "Yes, this woman here is an excellent mage. Her name is Gryfissle." pointing to a young small woman. "Show me what you can do. What type of magic can you do?" Killer aks. Gryfissle replies "Very destructive magic, m'lord, but I cannot control it well." "Show me what you can do to that tree" Gryfissle chants some incantation, which Killer knows as complex magic of earth. The tree sinks into the ground, but has a very large area sinking into the ground around it.. "Excellent, do you think you could destroy the gate, and dig tunnels well?" "Yes m'lord." "Ok, if you please, could you join that group yonder?" "Yes m'lord." Gryfissle walks over to the other group. Killer walks towards Erunion. "I'd say that problem is solved, my group shall attack in the evening tommorrow, and then you can go into the town an hour or so afterwards..." * | ||||
*Septim walks into his classroom, he takes one glance at the inspector and turns to his students. "Alright class, go over to your meditation circle, one can have a strong body with a weak mind, but that makes you a berserker, and berserkers are always first to die in battle" The students walk over to their circles and begin meditation, Septim sits in his own circle and an hour later he rises. "Alright, lets go outside" Septim leads his students to the field outside. "Now, lets start our run" Septim leads the students in a five mile long run that takes about thirty minutes, afterwards Septim walks them out to the field and points to a rack of wooden swords. "One each, pair up" The students pair up and face eachother. "3...2...1...begin!" The students begin dueling, Septim walks around offering tips and advice, and after around twenty minutes of fighting he stops them. "Alright, good, now, the people on my left practice defence while the person on my right practice offence" After about twenty minutes of defence training Septim stops them. "Switch" The students switch and Septim watches for another twenty minutes. "Alright, now...fifty push-ups from each of you and you can go" The students complete their push-ups and then they leave. Septim waves goodbye to the inspector and goes back to his house where he makes some dinner. | ||||
Eh-emmm... There is new positions(thanks to Septim) available. These are: Planner = makes additions to the city, and occasionally makes maps; Treasurer = keeps count of everyone's gold, food and items; and he also suggested steward... to take over while I'm on vacation or something... however, this is unlikely...Not for this era anyway, but the position is up for grabs. Septim will be the Planner, as he asked for it, and will be payed according to his additions.(I'm not going to do a fixed amount as you might just do nothing... Post if you want the job of treasurer or steward. For treasurer, you can post everyone's gold and food every 3 days(post more if you want, you won't get payed for them...) and you will get 500 gold each time. This is a tough job after all, but it might become more organized and easier... Steward: Payed 1,000 gold a day while I'm gone when notified. Don't do anything stupid with these positions(Like cheating...), or I shall take the position off you and maybe even worse... I have the power to take away any new additions, and I'll check(maybe) if the treasurer is taking down the gold, items and food correctly, and ehh... he steward better not do anything stupid... I'm not even sure what he does... | ||||
*The next day arrives, and with it a lust of blood. Killer orders his men to make a racket at the front gate. He casts protective charms around them. Soon arrows hail down at him over the gate. The gates open, and masses of men poor through. Killer orders his men to retreat, and that they do. Killer blows his horn and Rastanak and his men charge at the army from the side. They all continue retreating, and firing at the enemy. Killer gets his men to retreat and retreat, to allow Erunion to attack the city. He hadn't expected the army to charge out at them, weakening themselves considering their defence. He pushes forwards on his own into the army, startling the front lines of them. He takes advantage of their surprise, and pushes through. He attacks the archers, who strangely are positioned immediately behind the pike-men. They obviously expected any easy finish. He starts attacking the archers, and his own army of peasants surge forward and attack the army. The enemy army pulls back, to protect their archers. Killer orders his men to retreat, and they do so, and have an advantage of a few precious minutes of the army continueing to retreat. The army then release they have retreated and start on the offensive again. Killer gathers about him his energy, and makes huge piles of earth create hills and the lack of the earth, holes. While his enemy continue forwards, many trip and fall, killing themselves and others. Many die in this way. The enemy then starts retreating, and get their archers to fire over the wall, who by now have reassembled themselves at the back. Killer concentrates very hard on some powerful magic, knowing that it may kill him. He forces the earth that gathered in mounds to move forwards to kill the enemy. It does so, and masses of them are buried and suffocated. Killer is practically dead with the effort, but not quite. His own men fire arrows at the enemy, few of them left, who are running at break-neck speed back to the city. Killer collapses into un-consciousness... * | ||||
A small army aproaches and engages enemy troops " Wake " says Revenge as he creates a small force-field around them just before arrows plumet upon he and Killer As Killer slowly returns conscious Revenge resites an ancient sentance and a huge gust of wind flys down from the sky and engulfs the enemy and some of his fellow troops " Thankyou but who the hell are you?" says Killer Meanwhile the remaining troops of Killer close the large gates and climb the watch-tower ladders and the rest head for the infearmery " I come from the ..... errr town of Lucimore , we had just before been under-siege by the same Army you just had, we held them off and they obviously came here to try and salvage something " " I would like to ask for refuge , we are a long way from home , a long way.." I would tell you where but I proberly shouldnt..." | ||||
Wtf? Your post doesn't make any sense whatsoever. And do you really think I would have gotten killed? The city isn't even ours yet, and the place is a long way away... And don't try to take it... that's Erunion's job. | ||||
Meanwhile, Erunion's platoon emerge from the tunnel in the garbage heap. Most are muttering about the smell... | ||||
*Erunion and his troops charged into the palace. They easily cut down any troops coming back from the retreating remainder of their army. Erunion, Swynchital and a thirty-eight others head into the palace. They split up into four groups of tens, and search the palace, quickly killing any guards in the palace. Swynchital finds the place in the palace where King Whyfickle is hiding, with the few others in his group. There are ten of his most trusted guards in there as well. The are superbly armed, and are extremely good fighters. They overcome all in the group but Swynchital, who at the last moments before several swords were arching towards him, he muttered an incantation, and they were blasted back. Most of them break their necks or other bones. Two were still able to move, and they advanced on Swynchital, who was tired from his short burst of magic, but still able to fight. He parried with them, just defending himself until some others got there. Erunion came in with his group, who had encountered some difficulties with other guards, and there was only Erunion and three others left. Whyfickle, by this time, had got out some scrolls and muttered cantations feverishly, but he was a poor mage. He didn't get any spells to work, save his last, and even that he messed up. It was a spell of death, which not even the most experienced mage would attempt, probably not even if their dieing moments of necessity. But Whyfickle was unlearned in the way of the mage. He muttered the spell, and was killed instantly, as well as injuring all the rest, including his guards, but no others died. They were all too weak to continue fighting. Eventually, more men(Killer's side...) come in and kill the guards. The men quickly recover, as it was a death spell, and he effects don't last long(maybe quite long if you're dead, but other than that...) Killer regains conciousness, and walks up to the city, and starts making plans to return... * | ||||
*Septim wakes up the next morning and walks over to the school wondering if he got the job. | ||||
Oh yeah... damn... I forgot about that... *The head-professer thinks cafreully. Two of the teachers did very well, but he couldn't choose which one to pick. He gets the two professors together, Septim, and Skorg(Average height, average stregnth. pretty stupid, but very quick, and even for his stupidity, he taught the students excellently, and lay down strict punishments.) , and asked them to duel each other tommorrow. No killing strikes, same weapon, a blunted long-sword, wooden shield(pretty weak.) and strong armour, to make sure neither were seriously injured. First to hit the other three times* (I'll be Skorg by the way Septim, and don't expect an easy match...) | ||||
"Alright, see you tomorrow then!" *Septim teaches his class in his normal routine and goes home, he gets a good night's rest. *The next morning Septim wakes up, eats a good breakfast, gets dressed, and goes over to the school. He picks up his assigned armor and oils it for easier movement, he then picks up his blade and puts a rubber grip on it for better grip, he then goes to the middle of the dueling ring where Skorg stands. "May the best fighter win!" *Septim readies himself for combat. | ||||
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