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THE VILLAGE - THE NEW WORLD | ||||
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05:39:13 Jan 7th 09 - Mr. Salaracen The Good Dancer: As the boat sailed away from the harbor of the people of Gorr, the sun began to set on yet another day. This vessel wasent any old boat though, this boat was a great hulk, used for keeping large amounts of people on board. | ||||
05:59:43 Jan 7th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: Major Valan Septim, a former cavalry officer from Cidel, was below deck. His family sword, Firengard, was at his side. He was a grizzled old soldier with several small scars on his face and one long scar stretching from his forehead down under his eye-patch to his mid-cheek. He looked to be around forty years of age, and he had obviously seen his fair share of action. As he got up from his seat on a small box, a minor limp marked his step where an arrow had struck his leg many years before. It did not affect his riding, but it had a small effect on his running ability. He soon approached a younger man, who turned to look the old soldier in the eye. | ||||
06:58:50 Jan 7th 09 - Duke Michael Deallus: "Yes, hopefully we can make the best of what we will find in the new world. I have heard there are riches to be found, but I will not be discouraged if there are none. I am a man who cares little about wealth. I just wish to find a place away from our own country." replied Michael Deallus. The tall man had no visible scars, but had seen his own share of combat. He had not been made the war chief for nothing. "I hope I have your loyalty since you are the head rider." said Michael as he continued. Michael was a tall man with medium lengthed black hair and had hazel eyes. He carried two swords at his side, but made no mention to them. He had strong and powerful looking arms that looked like they could move the blades swiftly through the air. He looked around until he saw the man he was looking for. "Hirgon Sadron, it looks like you are my man in charge of archers. I guess I can rest easily since you seem a competent man. I hope that I have your support in any future endeavors." he said.
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07:05:06 Jan 7th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: "I support whoever has a good head on their shoulders," said Valan as he looked around, "If you give me a dumb order, I sure as hell won't listen. So if you're a smart man, you have my support..." | ||||
07:45:58 Jan 7th 09 - Sir Hirgon Sadron: Hirgon strode over to where the two older men stood. The young captain was in his mid-twenties, but unlike most officers his age, he had acquired his rank through skill rather than through family connections. He had grown up in the forest, and had been a woods-guide for a large portion of his life, so he knew much of forestry, archery, and stealth. He walked confidently, yet not arrogantly, and it was clear that he would defer to the older men. | ||||
08:10:20 Jan 7th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: "You and I are a lot alike. I did not start off with this rank, Sadron, I earned it. You know how I got these scars? Well, there's a story behind each and every one of them. I'll tell you about the one I'm most proud of, this one," said Septim as he pointed to the one that went over his no longer existing eye, "My second horse, Jorlan, was killed by a pikeman. I managed to get off and kill the pikeman, along with two swordsmen, before a man on a horse rode up to me. I dodged two lance attacks before dismounting him with a fallen pikeman's pike. I didn't know that he was the Crown Prince of Valkond and his father's only heir, but I wouldn't have cared anyway. I drew Firengard right there and attacked. He was no pushover, his father's men taught him well. I dueled him for two minutes until he got a strike in, slashing upwards, his blade went from my cheek to my eyebrow, cutting my eye open. I fell to the ground, it hurt a lot, I was young then, not as used to pain as I am now. And as he walked up to me to do a finishing blow, I picked up the chopped off end of the pike and drove it into his neck. His "royal" blood went everywhere. It wasn't until after the battle that I found out who he was, got the Star of Cidel for that. I'm no noble's son, boy, I earned everything I have..." | ||||
08:21:40 Jan 7th 09 - Duke Michael Deallus: "It seems that you are no stranger to injuries Septim. I am also young in my years, but I hope to make it up with my born talent. I will lead these men carefully because if I get them killed, who will protect everyone else? The others will be relying on us to protect them against any dangers in this new world." said Michael as he folded his arms. "Your past is intriguing and maybe you can tell us more about yourself when we are not overly busy protecting everyone else. As for your archers Hirgon, we may all work together to help gain the respect of all our men." he said, finishing up. | ||||
08:27:17 Jan 7th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: "I look forward to fighting for people I know and like instead of fat nobles living safely in their castles..." muttered Septim as he pulled a flask from his jacket. He took a swig, then turned his head to face Deallus. | ||||
09:30:28 Jan 7th 09 - Sir Hirgon Sadron: "I would like to hear about more of those scars when we have the time, as well, Septim" said Hirgon, eyeing the man with a bit of admiration in addition to respect after hearing about that scar. "Deallus, from what I see here I suspect gaining their respect might go more smoothly than I thought. Now I must respectfully take my leave; I need to talk to the head of scholars about an idea I have for a research project, and want to catch him before we land," and with that, Hirgon took two steps backwards in a Rilienor-style salute, and went off to find the Scholar. | ||||
15:54:26 Jan 7th 09 - Lord Frost Wraith: *Ranraac looked at the rest of the crew as he sat below the deck of the ship. He saw that the people seemed very friendly with each other and most people were chatting merrily amongst themselves. He quietly examined them from under the hood of his robe, thinking quietly. | ||||
16:21:25 Jan 7th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: After telling the story and hearing the two opinions, Septim went to the box that he was sitting on before and took a seat. | ||||
16:34:35 Jan 7th 09 - Sir Karzun Demonsul: Demonsul stood by the wheel. Officially, he did not have to be, but he was more than happy to stay near the central control point of the ship. | ||||
16:57:00 Jan 7th 09 - Mr. Salaracen The Good Dancer: Beia Thorr came running up to Karzun. "Sir, the map readers below deck wish for your presence!" | ||||
17:05:39 Jan 7th 09 - Sir Karzun Demonsul: What could they wan now? thought Demonsul. Those map makers kept taking up his time, but they were doing practically nothing. Thy had no maps to make. | ||||
19:40:27 Jan 7th 09 - Mr. Killer: Killer cast a critical eye over the rag-tag band of forty, who he had gathered up so he could examine them before they landed. His bright blue eyes came to rest on a man clinging to the side of the boat and puking. He strode quickly over to the man, deftly taking from his pocket a curious looking herb, a single leaf which was split down the middle and a light blueish colour. He gestured to a nearby man and instructed him to crush the leaf and put it in a mug of boiling water. He came back presently, and Killer raised the vessel(a wooden tankard) to the young man's lips, telling him to drink slowly. The man was soon lieing on the deck, snoring softly. He was carried carefully to a less precarious position. | ||||
21:20:00 Jan 7th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: Valan Septim soon got up and limped over to a section of the ship where a total of thirty-four men were sitting around. | ||||
22:07:55 Jan 7th 09 - Mr. Electric: Electric stumbled out of the lower deck holding his head with a packet of ice. “Who’s the *beep* who shoved that hammer off the shelf onto my head? Bah, never mind.” “Alright, remember what I taught you about those herbs that have been seen around here that are a reddish-green color? Pick as many up as you can, but be careful to avoid greenish-orange ones, because they excrete a mild acid when touched. They’ve also been known to cause sickness…” Electric walked over to Demonsul and asked, “What is our first job, Captain?” | ||||
23:30:10 Jan 7th 09 - Sir Hirgon Sadron: Hirgon walked out onto the lower deck, and spotted Electric talking to Demonsul. He strode over, and said to both of them, "I have a proposition for research once we land, if I may; I am sure the captain has some projects he that are more important, but I would like to try to get this near the top of the list. My archers are excellent with their bows, but we may come up against beasts that don't go down easily. Would you consider research into poisons and their antidotes? It will also be useful if we end up scouting through wild terrain. Oh, and if we do end up roaming through wild terrain, my men could aid the scholars in gathering plants, herbs, and the like." | ||||
00:35:51 Jan 8th 09 - Mr. Travis Leiondon: Travis, an Englishman that travelled to Norway, sat on the deck, smoking a pipe. He joined the crew mainly because he was bored and wanted adventure. This venture was an opportunity he could not decline, and immediantly joined. However, things have gotten boring recently, and he has been doing his jobs not as well as he was. "Ah, what I would do for some action..." | ||||
02:35:18 Jan 8th 09 - Mr. Rhade: Rhade stretched and wandered up onto the deck for a bit, taking in the views that the water offered. Even having lived in Norway all his life, he'd gotten to see little of the seas, but now was enthralled by them. He'd only been sailing for about two months before news of this venture had reached him. A chance to sail for this long, a chance to leave Norway, those were things Rhade could not turn down. | ||||
05:09:53 Jan 8th 09 - Mr. Salaracen The Good Dancer: [[Okay let me clarify. | ||||
05:11:33 Jan 8th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: [[OOC: And here I thought I was doing it wrong. XD]] | ||||
16:50:08 Jan 8th 09 - Sir Karzun Demonsul: [[...I don't have any problem with RP world's viking counterparts, you should have just said this earlier.]] | ||||
18:46:39 Jan 8th 09 - Sir Wilberforce Pwner: [[OOC: Salaracen has let me join :D]] | ||||
22:27:09 Jan 8th 09 - Mr. Killer: Killer lazily ambled along the boat, giving a hand whenever needed. He decided that he would assemble his men together again, he hoped they would soon land. They arrived shortly, and Killer ordered them into five rows of eight, cramming into a small space at the back of the boat. "Men," he roared, above the clamour of the waves and crew, "I believe we will land soon, but I cannot say for certain," he said, and a ripple of excitment ran through the small band. "In fact I have no evidence of this fact whatsoever." This dimmed the group's hopes somewhat. "However, I haved called you together so we may discuss our plans. I have no doubt that our services will be necessary, and I wish to know whether you are capable of the work or not. You sir," he called to a man towering in the crowd, what name do you go by?" | ||||
22:48:36 Jan 8th 09 - Mr. Electric: Electric limped down from the quarter-deck and fell on the last 4 steps.He didn't get up, but instead fell asleep until a large wave splashed on him.He woke up and looked and thought he saw land.He gazed at it and saw it was only a log. Wait, if there's a log..there has to be land somewhere near here! He thought. He yelled to his men to look at it. They confirmed it was a log, but that it was very rotten. as it passed the boat, they saw it was a strange log. One of them jumped over-board with a rope and pulled the log towards the boat. he climbed up the rope after typing the log to it, and helped the other men pull it up. They examined the wood and could not confirm what it was. | ||||
09:20:36 Jan 9th 09 - Sir Hirgon Sadron: Hirgon watched the Scholar leave the deck, and considered going to help him when he fell. But Electric seemed alright, and Hirgon was slightly put off that Electric had not even listened to his proposal, so he let him sleep on the deck. Hirgon then strode off to find the archers. | ||||
23:41:32 Jan 9th 09 - Mr. Electric: Electric heard Hirgon's proposal, and ignored it, because he already had many weak acids and strong sleeping-poisons.After about 5 minutes after they had towed the log on board, a strange creature jumped out of the log and started biting and snapping at everyone. "KILLER!!!" Electric screamed, "HELP!!!!". | ||||
08:20:42 Jan 10th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: Septim limped over, drawing his sword in a quick motion. With near lightning reflexes he grabbed the creature and slammed it down to the ground, readying his blade for a killing strike. He then looked at the squirming creature closely with his one eye and turned his head. | ||||
16:16:41 Jan 10th 09 - Mr. Killer: Killer heard the cries of Electric, and wandered over just as Septim caught it. He pondered a while, and then answered Septim's question. "I believe it is the young of a Florg, a strange creature descended from a frog. That one looks like a juvenille. I've only seen one of them, long ago, an adult, but I guess that's what it is. It is fairly large in comparison to the frog as you see, the size of a kitten or such like, and the juvenille is much the same size, with a short tail. Of course, it still starts off as a tadpole and it grows for a much longer time than their cousins. I'm sure your surprised at it being an amphibian, due to that fair bit of hair there, which is odd. It's a mutation of some sort of frog, not sure which, and it gradually grew bigger over the centuries. It mostly lives in trees, its legs are adapted to hold onto braches. It used to eat flies and such, but it can't really sustain itself on the little ones you see, it eats larger insects that it can find, and they are fairly rare, most tadpoles being eaten by their brothers and sisters when they hatch. It's even got fairly large teeth, but their jaws are incredibly weak, and the teeth are blunt, it would hardly do much damage to a human. Anyway Septim, I'm sure you're getting frustrated from my idle chatter and want to get away from it, so get up and I'll take it from you." | ||||
00:30:33 Jan 11th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: [[OOC: I sent Salaracen a message. If he doesn't respond by tomorrow night, I think one of us should adopt this. Demonsul, Deallus, or I would be good choices...Salaracen might've left again. =( <--- sad face XD]] | ||||
02:13:56 Jan 11th 09 - Duke Michael Deallus: [[OOC: Not I, and I think The Village should be an RP that only Sal should run...I wouldn't want another Stormborn-like thing to happen(where we end up adding another 3 RPs to the series until we think we put a bullet in the head of it) Wish Ragnarr was around...]] | ||||
02:27:34 Jan 11th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: [[OOC: All were good except the last. Screwed it up. Anyway, Sal just messaged me, he's still here, though addicted to AoE! :-D]] | ||||
19:33:51 Jan 12th 09 - Mr. Killer: [Salaracen, can you do something, please? This was going well] | ||||
19:47:01 Jan 12th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: [[OOC: He's addicted to AoE...when he gets on, he doesn't post in here...>.<]] | ||||
20:04:11 Jan 12th 09 - Sir Wilberforce Pwner: Emerging from the shadows, Wilber wondered what had happened during the time he had been sleeping in the hold. Pondering who to ask yet and noticing the cavalry officer, Major Septim. Another blood officer, Wilber thought to himself. | ||||
20:07:52 Jan 12th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: Septim turned to look at Wilber with his eye, and frowned. | ||||
20:27:07 Jan 12th 09 - Sir Karzun Demonsul: [['Septim turned to look at Wilber with his eye,' | ||||
20:30:17 Jan 12th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: [[OOC: I wanted to put emphasis on the fact that he has one eye...=P]] | ||||
20:36:03 Jan 12th 09 - Sir Wilberforce Pwner: Noticing the blatant frown, Wilber slipped out his dagger, not showing
it to Septim but concealing it under his loose sleeve, where he could
still cause a deep wound. | ||||
21:00:01 Jan 12th 09 - Sir Karzun Demonsul: [[We have a pathological bloodthirsty homicidal maniac on board...either that, or an assassin, or spy, or idiot...]] | ||||
21:44:53 Jan 12th 09 - Duke Michael Deallus: [[Nah...he just is dangerous when talked to. Perfectly normal]] | ||||
22:03:11 Jan 12th 09 - Sir Karzun Demonsul: [[To accommodate for my couple-of-day absence, my character will now go sick until I return. I entrust colony command to all the other players/group leaders, they will work as a democratic council with decision making meetings and votes and stuff.]] | ||||
22:29:14 Jan 12th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: Septim’s mouth curled as he stared down Wilber, forming a smile. | ||||
00:16:15 Jan 13th 09 - Mr. Killer: [You needn't worry Demonsul...]
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00:33:46 Jan 13th 09 - Sir Hirgon Sadron: [[OOC: I believe this is appropriate, given my title of Hawk eye...]] | ||||
01:08:46 Jan 13th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: Septim saw the arrow pin Wilber's sleeve to the wall and gave hardly any reaction. | ||||
07:23:41 Jan 13th 09 - Mr. Salaracen The Good Dancer: [[Sorry about the lag in my presence here, Age of Empires 3 has taken my attention...]] | ||||
07:25:19 Jan 13th 09 - Prince Valan Septim: [[OOC: Salaracen, please read the posts in your thread before posting. Demonsul is gone (sick)...sooo...yeah. He said to make it democratic, so I vote number 3 'cause I think it has cookies!]] | ||||
07:55:46 Jan 13th 09 - Mr. Salaracen The Good Dancer: [[Dammit I thought he'd be back by now...]] | ||||
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