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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath          Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| My attempt at bringing back the classic medieval/fantasy genre in RPs.
~~~ "War!" That is the word on everybody's lips. With two nations thrown into bloody conflict, the kingdom of Ulgath and the kingdom of Transmaria, hundreds are killed each week. No one is sure how the war started...it has been too long. Regardless, the war still wages on without any sign of either side losing. The king of Ulgath is greedy. The king of Transmaria is ambitious. Who is in the wrong? With Ulgath's amazing military tactics and Trasmaria's astounding economy, the sides are at a each other's necks but incapable of killing. From this war, allies have been formed and friendships have been broken. ~~~ The sign outside says THE BLACK HORSE PUB...DRINK AWAY ALL YOUR TROUBLES. As if the people inside often need to be told that. With the war shadowing mankind like a predator stalking its prey, men, elves, dwarves, and all other races constantly come to the pub to drink away their woes and troubles. In here, they are relaxed and at ease for they do not have to worry about the next Ulgath pre-emptive or the tyrannical taxations of Transmaria. In here...all are at ease... The Black Horse is a gathering place for life of all kind. Warriors, Rogues, Thieves, Dancers, Hunters and Rangers, Miners. While qualls still exist, they are left outside the doors. Welcome to the Black Horse Pub...where you can drink away all your troubles. It is in this very simple yet popular pub that the balance of the war will be tilted. From this place of beer and women, an epic will arise and and end to the war will finally occur. It will be from this place that destines become intertwined...and beings of different races and occupations are thrown into a fellowship for better...and for worse. ~~~ Name: (something within reason) Occupation: (Does not have to be mentioned above but must be within reason) Race: (Does not have to be mentioned above but must be within reason) All participants start in the Black Horse Pub. They do not have to know each other. While magic is allowed, it is true only if it is in very limited amounts and if there is a good explanation for how the magic came to be. Both the strong and the weak are invited to attend. Stay true to your character's personality and abilities. It'll make it that much more interesting for everyone. The first few posts will simply serve as introductory posts where you get settled into the enviroment. Interact with the people there, order a drink, do whatever. However, after a few posts, the plot will officially begin and a certain event will happen. Teamwork is essential. The odds that will be placed against each character will be immense. Have fun. ~~~ Name: Sparda Hellsing (pre-chaoticdeath) Occupation: Knight of Ulgath Race: Human Young Sparda looked around, wearily, as he sat hismelf down at one of the tables and placed a silver coin in the hand of the lovely elf waitress as she brought him a drink. He had a sad expression on his face; those dark brown eyes of his seemed to tell a tragic story. So much sadness for such a youth. Sparda was a tall man, dressed in light chain mail armor and heavy duty leather trousers, lined with even more chain mail. Strapped to his side was his rather unique looking bastard sword with an interestingly designed hilt and handle. He had long spikey black hair and sharp features with a light skin tone. "Could you please call Mina down for me?" he said to the beautiful elf waitress. She winked and strolled away. The Black Horse Pub, after years of astounding success, became rather large with three floors. The first floor was the dining/bar area where most of the people gathered. The second floor served as an inn while the third floor was for eager men looking for some action that night with one of the beautiful women working at the pub. Characters of all sorts sat in the first floor, talking loudly. The sounds of the glass and people talking only slightly drowned out the harp and voice upon the stage. Sparda let all of this slowly sink in as he felt a pair of warm, comforting hands upon his face. "It's been a while", a lovely voice said behind him as a woman slowly took a seat next to him. It was a human girl who worked at the pub, by the name of Mina. She had lovely brown hair and dark green eyes. She wore a lovely gown, much like the other waitresses of the pub. Her face was heavy with makeup and her body with perfume. She slowly placed her arms around him, caressing him gently as he tried to relax. "It's alright now. Just relax and drink all your troubles away.", she said softly... (Last edited by Sparda on 01-09-06 01:54 AM) |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\"  Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1554 days Last activity: 1372 days |
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| Name: Kira Mialyn
Occupation: A Bartender at Black Horse Pub Race: Her mother was an elf and her father was a human (Teehee, so LOTR Chaos Boy **giggles**) Kira glanced about the bar from behind the counter. This was her first day on the job and she was a bit uneasy. She sighed as she remembered the conversation she had with her father only days prior to this... He got caught up in one of the battles between the two kingdoms and was hurt badly. Kira had tried her damndest to convince the man to even allow her to go out and look for some work. Her entire life it was just the two of them. While he worked, she stayed home to take care of things. Each task was as important as the other and things were working quite well with just the two of them. However, with his injury, there was no one else but her to take care of things. Then, when this was the first place that accepted her. Being as they were in such dire need, she took it right away. When she went to her father with the news, he nearly died of heart attack. However, she managed to convince the man that she had finally turned 18 and was not a little girl anymore. Now, as stood there scanning the place with her hazel eyes, her own self confidence diminished quickly. Slowly, she took in a deep breath, moving a long strand of burgandy colored hair out of her pale face. Being a child of a human father and an elven mother, growing up she felt quite awkward with herself. Now, everything seemed to blend in smoothly together. The color of her hair and eyes were that of her fathers, and her ears even remained human-like. However, her father never forgot to remind her of how much she looked like her mother. She stood at a solid 5 feet tall, her skin complexion matched her mother's exactly, and the shape of her eyes and type of hair made her father swear that her mother had them cloned. I can do this. Kira thought to herself as she greeted a man who sat down in front of her by flashing a smile. "What can I get you, sir?" The man looked up at her with a puzzled expression on his face. He coughed. Kira smiled and ignored the look as she waited for him to make a decision. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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| Name: Cairoi Alester (Early Days: Mercenary)
Occupation: Sword-For-Hire Race: Human Cairoi was at a sort of loss now. He wanted answers to his questions, and had no idea where to find them. He stood outside a bar called the Black Horse Pub. He chuckled woefully when he read the slogan. There was nowhere in the world that could make him forget his troubles. He had nowhere else to go, though, so he sighed and walked through the open door, being flooded with the warm light. He stuck out from the raucous crowd, being both young and handsome.His weathered black cape hung over his dark brown banded leather armor lazily. Underneath his cape lay his scimitar, hidden by it's black metal sheath. Also around his waist lay another short sword. He looked like he was skilled with the blade, because he wore blades and he was not scarred. His wild brown hair was long and straight, though slightly curled at the ends. He had a clean face that seemed to hide behind his piercing light green eyes. He looked young (he was a mere 19), and yet looked as though he had weathered ages of toil. However, even though he had such a sad aura about him, he acted happy and made others happy. Only inside his sorrow was contained. It would not spoil his present or future, he decided at age 16 when his master died. His appearance was handsome, which helped him when money was tight. He could almost always get a drink out of someone with enough prying. His likeable indifference and personality often saved him from starvation or the elements. He walked up to Kira with his balanced mood and almost unemotional appearance belieng his mood inside. "Exuse me ma'am, is there any chance of me getting a drink?" |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1554 days Last activity: 1372 days |
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| When the man decided on what he wanted, Kira immediately went and came back a few moments later with the man's drink. Only moments after that, had another, this time much younger man, sat down at the bar.
Kira turned to face him and smiled. "Well now sir, what sort of drink would you like?" She asked politely, in response to his question. |
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Jobes Car Joe  Since: 02-01-05 From: Bensalem Since last post: 6008 days Last activity: 5008 days |
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| Name: Jobes
Occupation: Ranger (Bounty Hunter) Race: Human Jobes walks into the bar wearing his black cloak. He walks over to the darkest part of the bar finds a booth; takes the sword off his back and places it on the table and sits down. He sits there and taking in his surroundings. The hood of his cloak darkened his entire face. A serpent carving ran the entire length of the sheath. He notices two men standing in the corner talking about the how their families are being torn apart by the war between Ulgath and Transmaria. Then he notices a waitress receiving an order from a man who had to be a warrior do the fact that his cloak revealed parts of his armor and some of his weaponry. Jobes moved one of his many knives to the left side of his body. He was been chased by mercenaries from Ulgath and Transmaria. He scanned the room and takening in all the possible threats of his but then he relaxed a little but still was weary about few of the men and women in the room. |
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GuardianOni Shaman  Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5840 days Last activity: 5299 days |
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| Name: Gregory Oliver Davinport
Occupation: Bard Race: human Gregory walked down the town's main street. With every step he seemed to be on the verge of breaking into dance. He hummed to himself a balled of his own creation as he walked. The walking stick held loosely in his hand bounced to the beat of Gregory's internal music. Hanging across his shoulders was his duffle bag, and strapped across his back, like some warriors carry their swords, was a lute. He also had a flute, and a hand drum in his pack. Along with extra clothes, and provisions. The only visible weapons were a dagger and hatchet on his belt. As he walked the unmistakable sound of a tavern caught his ear. He quickly changed direction. Outside of the tavern he waited as someone went up the steps and into the tavern. Once the man before him cleared the door Gregory bounded up the few steps and entered into the tavern. Once he entered the tavern he was easily one of the most noticeable. First he wore a bright red long-sleeved shirt, untied at the neck. And off white pants tucked into his soft leather boots. And second he had a thick white cloth tied around his eyes. After a moment of standing just inside the doorway Gregory makes his way through the people to the bar. And waits for the barkeep to finish with the men at the other end of the bar before calling him over. ((OOC: Who plays the non-player characters? The one's interacting with them or will a set person be playing the NPC?)) |
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Kaijin Surohm Living the dream  Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 1676 days Last activity: 863 days |
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| Name: Kaijin Surohm
Occupation: Psionic/Wanderer Race: Human (What? Can't be a vampire ALL the time o.O ) Kaijin sat within his dark little corner of the bar. He sat and watched the frollicing of the waitresses, and the cheerful men who adored the highly attractive drink barers. He could care less... He was dressed in a thick cloth muscleshirt, cloth wristbands, black loose pants, and leather black shinguard boots. He was draped in a long flowing clock that attached to just under his collar bone, yet could cover his up to just under his eyes if need be. Almost the splitting image of an assasin. Behind his tucked in shirt resided two fairsized daggers, hidden within... He couldn't remember who he was though, besides his name... And it drove him mad when he thought about it. The last memory he had was of four men in blue robes being slaughtered, and him running like mad. Ever since then, though, he's noticed a slight pulls through the back of his mind, a telekinettic feeling, the Psionic power. Though even know, the most he could do was barely move a full mug of peer a couple of inches to him, but it was still handy for picking up very small objects off the ground. So he's been wondering for now, searching for his past, and looking for the future so he may survive. And he's done so in assasinations. He huddled over his mug, with his cloak wrapped around him like a beach towel, avoiding the social part of the club. As he heard footsteps near him, he glanced up, his peircing green eyes darted forth. A strikingly beautify Elf wondered close to him, a lowcut collar on a loose white blouse, revealing a fair amount of cleavage for her no-so-small breasts, small puffy sleeves, and a short darkgreen skirt. Red curly hair, silver eyes, and a wide smile crossed her face ase she neared. "Can I get you anything more today?" She couldn't help but smile as he tilted her way in a rediculosly cute fashion, her whimsical voice adding to the effect. Kaijin blinked for a moment and shook his head slowly, before pulling his chin out of his large collar, and revealing his clean shaven, striking features. "No thankyou, ma'dam." A slick, calm tone floated from within the dark cloak. A guild struck him as he could sense her dissapointment. But regardless... She turned to leave, but looked back over her should, and turned. She leaned over the table at him, letting her waist up bend a complete 90 degrees, giving a near heartattack to a fellow in the back, whom watched her lean, and fell out of his chair. "Well, I'm off in a few, handsome. A Drink to clear your troubles.. and maybe a little more?" She winked shyly to him. Kaijin could mearly shake his head at the offer. An odd offer for someone who's mearly trying to cheer him up, he knew. Regardless of how she looked... He waved his hand slowly. "Worry about matters of your own, good elf. For my company would surly get you killed before dawn." He said while closing his eyes, sinking back into the cover of his cloak. The elf tilted her head as she stood back up, a bit afraid of the comment, but mostly dissapointed as the barmaid vanished back into the bar. Some men overlooking stared at disbelife at the offer like that. One man beside the fallen drunk, laughing histerically at the fact he fell out of his seat, and he too, fell for the hard laughing. Though the sounds where heard to hear with the rest of the bar being lively |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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| OOC: How many dark corners are there?!
BIC: Cairoi smiled as he took in the others coming in. He turned his attention back to the barmaid, a newly formed cocky smile on his face. "I'll take the cheapest drink you have, I don't have much." In fact, he had none, but she didn't need to know that. He walked over to the stereotypical fugitive sitting in the darkest corner. The man was weary of him, but he could care less. He wasn't going to kill him in such a public place. "So, Jobes, right? Don't worry, I'm not hunting you. It's just so you know, going to a dark corner is much more conspicious than sitting with the regulars. Don't make the mistake again." He laughed and bowed, standing quickly and walking to join the others. He saw the one named Sparda sitting so forlornfully. He laughed to himself. The man was so unemotional it was funny. He then saw Kaijin and overheard his conversation with the waitress. "Worry about matters of your own, good elf. For my company would surly get you killed before dawn." It's become the golden standard of the age, eh? He thought. Celibate dark assasins, emotionally empty pretty boy knights, pretty waitresses, dark characters in dark corners with dark clothing...He laughed, leaning against the wall. "What an odd place I've stumbled upon. I think I like it here." |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1554 days Last activity: 1372 days |
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| "I'll take the cheapest drink you have, I don't have much."
At that request, Kira nodded to the boy before her and went to fetch his drink. When she returned, all that was in her hand was a glass of water. "It's the cheapest thing we've go-" Kira stopped dead in her sentence, paused, and sighed. She glanced about the bar and saw the boy leaning against a wall. She looked over at him, placed the glass down on the bar, put two fingers to her lips and whistled. Not too loudly, but just enough for to catch the boy's attention. She then directed her attention to the doorway to the newcommer. Kira walked over toward him and smiled. "What can I get you, sir?" |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| Note: I alone do not have to control the NPCs. Your character can also interact with them. You may also create some of your own.
Mina pressed her head against Sparda's shoulder, slowly unstrapping the heavy armor and sword from his self, revealing the simple clothing he wore underneath. A knight was after all...human. He closed his eyes and tried to enjoy her company, allowing her strong, yet wonderful scent and the music swallow him into a new world, as she placed his sword onto the table. The sound of horses were barely audible outside...probably more guests. He didn't think much of it. Perhaps he should have. Suddenly, the doors were bashed down, as five heavily armed men, wearing the coat of arms of Ulgath, appeared outside the threshold. Their vizers were shut tightly over their faces, so that none of them could be identified. Men? Elves? It was hard to say. Knight: "House of Heretics! Breeders of conspirators!" At that point, everyone was silent, the music was stopped. Sparda sat there, rather quietly as he slowly reached for his sword on the table. Knight: "Halt!" The knight drew out his sword and pointed it right at Sparda, as he froze, his hand merely a few inches away from his weapon. Mina held onto him tightly, frightened. Sparda scowled, feeling a rage build up inside of him. Knight: "By order of the king, you shall all be executed!" Gasps from the pub. Some of the waitresses began to scream as the other knights stepped in and drew out their massive long swords, posed and ready to strike upon notice. "What are you doing?! I am a knight of Ulgath! I demand to know what's going on!" Knight: "Silence!! Proceed with the execution!!" "...like hell..." Instincts came into play as Sparda suddenly kicked the table up, as his sword went flying into the air. This sudden movement obviously suprised the first knight, giving him enough time to grab his sheath and draw his blade. And so it begun... |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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| Cairoi's eyes flew open. By instinct, he felt Kira needed to be protected. He dashed forward and stood in front of her, drawing his scimitar and short sword.
"Ma'am, I suggest you take cover for now. This may get a little out of control." He twirled the blades in his hands and dashed forward, intent on keeping the innocents safe. He slashed quickly at the one knight, his sword blocked by the knight's massive long swords. He slashed vividly, his blades twirling around the armor, searching for a puncture point. He was almost caught off guard by a second knight, and had only enough time to protect himself with dealocks. He struggled against their might, while bolting out to the young knight named Sparda. "Well friend, up for some teamwork? We can't let any innocents get caught in this. " Cairoi focused on his laden strength. He pushed the two men back with his blades and jumped back, allowing one to lean forward with a missed slash. He saw the exposed neck hole and brought a twirled slash onto it, ending the life of the knight. "Knights of Ulgath, my name is Cairoi Alester. If you live to remember this night, remember that name!" Sweat immenent on his face, he began another encounter with the first knight he had attacked, what vitality lost made up in morale. "Any warriors in this pub willing to fight for your life, please step forward and help!" |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5840 days Last activity: 5299 days |
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| Gregory froze, not a muscle moved as the knights burst through the door. And listened intently as the proclamation was declared. As the knights started to move Gregory acted.
The first few knights went along one wall where they encountered trouble there, the commander stayed where he was. Gregory pushed off from the dropping his pack, and was moving at a dead sprint. Turning he used a chair as a step up to the tabletop and sprinted along the tabletops toward the commander. At the closest table Gregory jumped off and leveled himself in a missile drop kick. The impact jarred Gregory's teeth, as he planted both feet into the upper chest plate of the commander sending him flying into any remaining knights behind him. After the impact Gregory started to fall straight to the ground before his hit the ground he twisted in the air to face the on rushing ground. Landing like one would do a "push-up". Hopping up to his feet, throwing knives flashed into Gregory's hands. Appearing as if summoned there by magic. |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1554 days Last activity: 1372 days |
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| Kira could hear the horses and before she could even react, the knights had already stormed in. Her hands flew to her mouth in horror as they gave everyone their sentence. Frantically, she looked about the pub. Kira hoped to be able to judge by people's reactions and see who was willing and able to fight, and who wasn't. The next thing she knew a table was kicked over and before she could take in a breath to gasp, that boy was no longer leaning against the wall but standing in front of her.
When he told her to take cover, she didn't protest. There was no time. Once again, her hazel eyes scanned the room quickly. Her eyes stopped, however, upon the man who was standing in the doorway just before the chaos that stormed into the bar. It was then that she noticed the walking stick in his posession. She tried to called out to him as she made her way toward him, but before Kira could utter a sound, her eyes widened in shock. She watched him for a second, enthralled in every one of his movements until she felt something grab hold of her hair. One of the knights grabbed hold of her long burgandy hair and tugged her closer to him, whiping her neck back in the process. Looking up, she could see his masked face. He seemed to be taking his time trying to kill her, so Kira took advantage of that. Rather than attack right away, she remained motionless, looking up at him with a fearful expression. She didn't move, waiting for the right moment to catch him off guard. When the knight began bringing his sword to her throat, that was when she made her move. Kira moved quickly and suddenly, in hopes of alarming the knight. She threw her arms up and grabbed hold of the arm in which the knight held the sword. Just as luck would have it, her sudden movement caused the knight to instinctively release hold of her hair and try and grab Kira's arms. It was at that moment that she put more pressure on his arm, bent over and thrusted her hip into the knight and fliped him over her. Her father had shown her a way to flip someone over you even if they're larger, provided she was able to balance herself well enough. Kira didn't wait there long enough for the knight to get back up however. Instead, she turned around and started running around the room, gathering those that weren't able to fight and leading them toward the back door where she hoped to try and get them to saftey. |
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Kaijin Surohm Living the dream Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 1676 days Last activity: 863 days |
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| "Has death followed me once more?" he thought to himself as his closed eyes peered into the darkness of his own mind. He gripped his mug tightly as he heard the horses outside, before the knights ever came in. The way the horses moved gave him the feeling of harshness... a sign of danger.
It didn't suprise him at all when the music stopped playing in time for the door to be bashed open. He just kept in his little corner, waiting to see if the danger was directled at him at the moment, to see if he needed to fight. He opened an eye when when the knight spoke. Odd that a knight would attempt to execute one of his fellow knighthood... Odd indeed. Regardless, he seemed to have been unnoticed during the whole event. If they were to close in... Then he would make his move. He opened both eyes, and peered intently over the rim of his collar, watching the fight closely, how the knights moved, and how the people countered. A typical, barbaric style to the knights. Easily countered. A twist of the waist before an overhead swing, and an overarched underarm swing. A wide jerk of the waist before a stab, and a clumbsy side swing. Amazing they're even knights... "I wonder..." He began to ponder as the play unfolded slowly. This would be an intresting day indeed, for fate seems to have something instore for his life. And maybe that rogue knight... If he even is a rogue... |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5074 days Last activity: 1384 days |
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| Name: Xeios Ballain (Pre-Awakening, at age 20 or so.)
Occupation: Wanderer Race: Humonculous/Demon (Alchemical creation made by Daluria, Xeios' father, The Alchemy is used to substitute the actual intercourse needed for Xeios to have been born.)(Note The demon side is not open to Xeios yet, he doesn't really even know that he's a humonculous at all. What he does know, is that he can use alchemy to some extent, but has not been able to harness the perfect forms of it(turning any item into gold)) Xeios walks slowly towards the bar, his eyes being drawn toward the chaos. He had no weapons, and actually no fine clothing either. He wore simple black robes, with no sort of protective armor underneath. He was truly poor, not yet being able to throw himself out of the lower class into the higher classes. He did need little of everything, a wanderer need not the lavish items of luxury. Upon getting closer to the bar he witnessed a small gathering of knights. All looking to be apprehending a suspect. Hm. They would need help with those...He moved in on the knights, and examined the fight at a closer range. "So, what'd he do?" His voice was low and sounded slightly scratchy. It gave his voice and character a little bit of grit to it. His pale face created contrast against his black hair. His pale blue eyes scanned the battle, noticing the movements of this engagement to be very abrupt. Xeios cracked his own neck, and then reached up to the guard in front of him who ignored his presence, and snapped his in three places. A strange sign began glowing on his right hand, a sign which triggered many others across his body, though none were seen under the black cloak. He had been given that gift at birth, and the sign on the palm of his right hand, was noted as a multitude of alchemical spells put together, most prevalent was the 'Serpent's Hand' which enabled the user to have strength capable of crushing mithril in his hand alone. The other guards noticed Xeios now, though only one was not being killed enough to try and stop him. This one seemed to be high ranking, as it wore the grandest of all the armor. Knight: "Stop right there!" "Now now, that's no way to speak to a threat..." Knight: "I will take you down fool. Pray for your soul!" "No, you pray that they can scrape your face out of the inside of that helmet." With the last word that spoke from Xeios' mouth, the man in the full face mask, and the full platemail swung one massive sword in a vertical attack towards Xeios. Xeios' move was twofold, first he brought his left arm up, and hit the side of the massive sword, throwing the entire knight off balance, and secondly, he slammed his right hand, open, into the helm of the knight, crushing it into his head. Blood spouted forth from the openings in the helm. Splattering a few droplets on Xeios himself. He looked up at the man they were hunting. And nodded once. "It was my pleasure, I despise the knights from this area. They all are corrupt, and as far as I've seen, novices in combat. I'm Xeios Ballain, what are you called?" As Xeios spoke, he drew one of the steel swords from one of the knight's dead hands. He removed their sheath, and placed it alongside his waist. (Last edited by Xeios on 01-12-06 01:53 PM) |
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Spartan Metal battleaxe Is back. Kind of. Since: 11-15-04 Since last post: 88 days Last activity: 77 days |
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| OOC: Hope its not to late for me to join. One question i will edit my post if its not allowed wondering if i can have a custom made long rifle that uses black powder to fire cartridges?
Name: Icav Ribe Occupation: Ranger (Specilazion Ranged Combat) Race : (this will make you giggle if not laugh) Father was a Dwarf and Mother was an Elf so he stands at about 5'9" and loves to tinker with anything Mechanical in relation. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Chris walked into the Black Horse Pub as this upstart of a knight started to threaten some man* "Hmmm....." *Chris reachs for his Rantok (A 11 inch blade with barbs down the middle) and draws the blade keeping it hidding in his cloak. Eyeing a weird symbol he had only seen once in his life and that was in a book at the monastary. As the knight topples to the ground chris reachs into on eof his belt pouchs pulling out a round metal ball. and a burning cord.* "Sir...Whatever you just did...I would rather you didnt do that in my presence. Kind of Unnerving...One question though...How did you do that? I have only seen that symbol on your hand once in the past and that was in a Monastarys book." "By the way I am Icav Ribe." *Icav puts the ball and the cord away and holds his hand out in handshake...then he changes his mind and withdraws his hand. Instead offering a short bow never taking his eyes off this strange man.* |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| Spartan: I don't like the word rifle...but as long as it's logical and not overly powerful, then go ahead.
One of the heavily armed knights, as soon as the commotion erupted, immediately charged at Sparda, with long sword raised, poised to strike a mighty blow. Rage began blinding Sparda's focus and sight as he glared menacingly as the knight, a glare of fierce determination and of chaos. With his custom made long sword in his right hand, he stepped forward and grabbed hold of the hand of the knight, which held his sword. The knight seemed shocked at Sparda's swift movements. Without any warning, Sparda struck with his sword, a blow so quick, the knight simply stood there, unsure of whether it connected or not. Unfortunately for that knight, he soon found out as he felt an unspeakable pain where his right arm was...or rather where it used to be. Literally disarming his opponent, Sparda stood there as the man shrieked in utter pain, blood gushing out of his the wound that used to connect his torso with his arm. Suddenly...noises outside. More knights came rushing in, just as heavily armed as the five that originally entered. "Did they send an entire troop?!" Immediately, as soon as one of the knights took notice of Sparda and began to charge at him, Sparda struck foward once again, a quick stab at the knight he had struck previously. His accuracy was incredible as the blade penetrated the very small slot between the chest armor and helmet, where there was a gap. The entire blade went through the neck of the first knight and, through either extraordinary skill or sheer luck, penetrated the neck of the other knight that was advancing, so that both knights were stuck to each other, with the same sword through their necks. One of the new reinforcement knights took notice of this and simply gaped in horror as Sparda continued this horrible butcher. Leaving the sword impaled in their necks, Sparda- was there a small grin on his face?- unsheathed the very sword of his victim, the knight, and in a single blow, beheaded them both, blood rushing out like a geyser. Then...more noises. From outside. A horn? A battle horn...it's great roar echoing throughout the bar. At this sound, the knights that were still alive immediately ran out of the Black Horse Pub, leaving Sparda to stand there, picking up his bloody sword from the mess of the two corpses in front of him. "...that isn't a retreat horn..." (Last edited by Sparda on 01-13-06 02:47 AM) |
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Jobes Car Joe Since: 02-01-05 From: Bensalem Since last post: 6008 days Last activity: 5008 days |
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| Jobes hears the horse pulling up infront of the tavern and thinks nothing of it until he sees the knights start rushing in the tavern. In thinking that they have came for him he grabs two knives from under his cloak. He sits there watching the battle and takes in the moves of the men fighting the knights of Ulgath. As the knights start to retreat out the door Jobes reachs for his long sword and removes it from its sheath. The same seprent that is on the sheath is also seen running the length of the Sword. He gets up removing the hood from his heard revealing a rough looking face and his long black hair. Jobes has a scar running down his right cheek which looks like the serpent on his sword. He goes over to the man named Sparda.
"You better put your armor back on there will be sending more then ten knights in here at a time." (Last edited by Jobes on 01-13-06 03:18 AM) |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5840 days Last activity: 5299 days |
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| Gregory sprang upon a table, throwing knives sailing. The move was to dodge a massive swing, by a knight intent on separating everything above Gregory's navel with every thing bellow. Gregory's feet landed softly on the tabletop as the throwing knife hit its mark.
Not substantial enough a weapon to pierce armor, Gregory aimed for the weaker points. Planting one of the small blades in the open space of the left elbow joint. And the other, in the small gap between the breastplate and the right shoulder guard. Blood spurted out of the joints, and the knight dropped the sword. Gregory shifted his walking stick around so he held it like a rapier pointing it at a second knight coming to help his incapacitated friend. Gregory smiled slightly as he heard the second knight adjust his grip on his sword. Then the horn sounded. And all the knights able to, left. "I didn't know that knights, would be that afraid of a few warriors, a bar maid, and a blind man." Gregory said with speculation. "Anyone know what's going on?" |
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Jobes Car Joe Since: 02-01-05 From: Bensalem Since last post: 6008 days Last activity: 5008 days |
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| "Do not worry for they will be sending more knights in here. I have worked with these knights before and they will be hire anyone willing to fight for money. The should be also hunting me. I got lucky and they didn't notice me yet."
Jobes walks to the backroom were the waitress, with hazel eyes and fought off a knight that was pulling her hair, has hidden some of the customers. He puts his sword back in its sheath and takes off his cloak. A silverchest plate with the same seprent from his sword is on it. His brown peasant pants and black leather boots that come half way up his shin. Four knives can be seen around his waist and a short sword can be seen sheathed on his left side with the same snake design. "Ma'am is everyone alright in here? We don't want anyone bleeding to death on us now do we." |
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