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Kris sat in her chair, reading over the maps she had gotten from a drunken dwarf an hour or so ago.

Hmm these may just be worthless, but.. wait.. whats this?

She looked closer at the base of a mountain on one of the larger, more detailed maps.

Why, its the entrance to the below! I don't believe it!

Kris had been looking for the 'below' all her life, it was where her father was taken, and according to legend it was one of the hardest places to find.
Now she knew where it was, she just had to get there.

She set off into the town off Highfrost, looking for compainions for the journey.

(All welcome, 1st timers and vet's alike, i'm looking for about 6 people, and WA gets a place for sure)

OOC: Since Whiptail is currently quite busy at the moment, I'm going to transform one of my supporting characters into a main RP character. I thank you for the reserved spot.

IC: A strange-shaped figure in a deep gray cloak entered the tavern, seating himself at corner table. He sets a staff-like object down near him, propping it up against the wall.

In the corner, a small flash of light went off, and another and another. A man was seen behind the flashes. He was dressed in a deep blue, and the flashes were coming from his hands, where a pair of gauntlets were on. The gauntlets had small electrical bolts jumping arround upon them, and on each finger tip, a large claw was jutted out. He sat there, and watched the grey cloaked creature enter.

The gray-robed figure sips at a mug of dwarven mead, passing the time. His quarry had eluded him again, and he was agitated. He gripped the mug in his clawed hands, hissing softly as he drank.

A middle-aged man dressed in long yellow robes aproaches the cowled figure at the bar, "Well, well. What's an Argonian doing this far North? I haven't seen one of your kind for fifteen years." He holds out a hand to the creature, "Max Schrieber, mage."

The Argonian looks up, fixing the man with his dark gaze. "You are perceptive for a softskin of your years. I am know as Zektal Foehunter, a warrior of Makaal." He stands and bows, as is customary in the Argonian homeland. "I am pleased to know you, Max-Schriber-Mage." Zektal seats himself again, taking another sip of the mead. It didn't pack the bite of 'Hist', the native Argonian beverage, but it had a pleasing flavor.

Max bows politely to the Argonian before sitting down, "Of course, the last time I saw an Argonian this far North he was a hired assassin after the baron. Poor bastard, the baron I mean, he never knew what him him. Halfway through a healthy bout of manical laughter and his head just drops off." Max smiles at the recollection and orders a glass of wine.

The man still sat in the corner, watching the argonian and the man talk, his gauntlets sparking up every so often.

Zektal nods in understanding. "I will have to look into this." He takes another sip of his mead. "Myself, I hunt a different warrior, known as Whiptail the Fallen. He might have been this 'assassin' you speak of." Zektal's eyes seem to glow with hatred as he speaks the name, and he growls softly.

Kris made it into the tavern and saw it was quite full. She came upto the bar to see a aragonian and human deep in conversation, and turned to see a man dressed in blue, she got her drink, walked over to the man, and sat beside him.

"Greetings, the names Kris"

She outstretched her hand.

The man sat there and looked at Kris, "You really wanna shake my hand?" the raised his gauntlet clad hand and a spark jumped. "My name is Felon. Nice to meet you. So, what are you here for?"

A young man walks clutching on his back a wounded person into the tavern, staggering from the weight he is carrying.

"Need some medical treatment for this guy... He was ambushed by a group of goblins..."

As a doctor gets off of a nearby table to examine the wounded person, the young man collapses into a chair dropping his spear onto the floor, exhausted from his exertions. He glances around at and sees a table with what seemed to be an Argonian seated at the table.

Getting up, the young man walks towards the table...

"Hello... May I take a seat?" gesturing towards the table, "My name is Armad Delaz..."

Reis finished another wine glass, the hot spicy liquid of the elven people tasting good to Reis, as he savoured the flavor. He was depressed, he had not had work in many days, he was begining to grow board. He was a mercanary, but one with strong morals. Which sometimes made work hard to find....

There was already a notice at the inn, the barkeep would keep an eye out for someone for Reis, but no-one had suitable turned up to ask for work. There where a few thugs who wanted someone assassinated....but Reis refused strongly. He was not in the buisness of murder.

He looked around the room, the two glasses of wine making his human vission slightly misty due to it. Was it two....?

It didn't matter. Reis did not see anyone who looked like they needed a mercanary....well at least to Reis's eyes.

He stooped back over the bar, his own coins running dry. He would only be able to stay the night for a few more days....

Reis was a rather thin and gaitly man, his long spinly limbs betrayed his strength. His face looked like one of royality, but much of it was shadowed by the effects of alchoal and troubled days. He had fairly long black hair, which was long at the sides. He had green eyes, which where intellegent but still rather youthful, stared at the gold piece he was spinning in between his knuckles.

He had rather cheap clothes it seemed, in some places they where torn. He wore a deeo green shirt, with dark blue baggy trousers. He had two small leather pouches on his belt, and his boots seemed long and combined with his boots made him appeared nothing more than a commoner.

But he was a talented, if inexperianced warrior....but he had very few chances to prove himself, this life of adventure did not seem so exciting now....


The notice of a talented spearman with a small amount of details about what he did. He only asked a relatively cheap prices for the jobs. it said ask for details at the barman if you where interested if Reis was not there.
It was on rather old paper, and the ink was aged. It had been on the wall for around two weeks now....

OOC: Open spot? or is the limit strictly 6 including Trixia?

A young man walks clutching on his back a wounded person into the tavern, staggering from the weight he is carrying.

"Need some medical treatment for this guy... He was ambushed by a group of goblins..."

As a doctor gets off of a nearby table to examine the wounded person, the young man collapses into a chair dropping his spear onto the floor, exhausted from his exertions. He glances around at and sees a table with what seemed to be an Argonian seated at the table.

Getting up, the young man walks towards the table...

"Hello... May I take a seat?" gesturing towards the table, "My name is Armad Delaz..."

"If you sit or not depends only on your wish and ability to do so, Armad-Delaz. I care not, but Max-Scriber-Mage might object. Speak to him." Zektal responds coldly. Being a native Argonian, he was not accustomed to someone asking if him if they were able to sit down.

Reis was growing tierd....he needed to lie down for a little while. He bid the barman farewell witha slightly slurred toungue.

"Night...another slow day...." Reis said as he walked, hands in his baggy trouser pockets. He walked off, his leather shoes slapping against the floor. He smelt the spicy potatoes that the cook did so well, the aroma filling his nostrels. He walked a little more along about to go up the stairs...when he saw them.

He saw the unusal group....the lizardman and his companions.....

"They must have some kind of quest going on, one full of adventure and bravery! Oh please God let them say they need my help...." Reis said to himself as he stared at them a little longer, his foot on the step.

Waiting a few seconds more, he walked over slowly to the table. Reis was rather young...19, 20 looking, his eyes seemed too innocent to be a mercanary.

He had his hands in his blue trouser pockets as he looked over them.

"Ex-excuse me gentle sirs and lady, may I ask if you require someone else...it is just that I am slightly...out of work being...being a mercanary and all....but I can fight! I mean, that is...if you are going on some quest...or something?" Reis said nervously, his mind was full of the stories of knights slaying dragons and the like. He had experianced combat, but his small successes made him over confidant....he did not know of true combat...

OOC::: Still have a vacantcy open? If so I'm gonna let a vamp in. THat is, if you guys alow it.

(OOC I am happy with a vamp, but this is not really a powerlord character place. This is for rdinary people really, that is why I have not brought in my vmapire. But if you want bring the vamp in, that is if the author allows it. Is the vampire weak? Or millenia old? If it is the latter, I would advise against it, because that way it would less enjoyable...Personally I have made a delibrately weaker and inexperianced character so that I can train him up, and it is far more interesting to rp. I might use Reis later on...and interact with Kain...I do not know.

My vampire was changed into a vampire by another player. And I can tell you that has given me such a backstory it is immense for my character Kain. (Rave Shentavo turned him into a vampire btw in a thread))

Felon watched all the people everywhere, and just said nothing, also waiting for Kris's response...


OOC: Ah yes... Kain... You never said goodbye on New Beginnings, but its too late now o well

(ooc I know.....stupid time differences....and my "busy" life....)

Zektal takes another long pull from his pint of mead, savoring the honey-like flavor.

BUMP

Delaz gives off a hearty laugh...

"I see that you have a sense of humor, albeit a little dry... Well, then, I think, I'll just take a seat..."

Delaz sits down, dropping his spear on the ground.

OOC can someone answer Reis' question)

Delaz after seating himself glances at Reis.

"I see you got a spear there... A mercenary spearman?"

Reis looked at his own spear upon his back. He nodded.

"Yes....a errant dragoon. I am training....so I thought mercanary work would make my skills far better. I can do most things...do you...do you need my service? I charge very little I assure you, but..it depends upon the task. My name is Reis by the way." Reis said to them, his youthful voice rather innocent and seemed inexperianced. The spear was well maintained, simple in design.

"I am a spearman myself, although I'm not a mercenary... I'm more of a wanderer... Well let me see that spear..."

"Please...take great care of it. It was my mothers." Reis said, as he drew the spear and handed it over. reis obviously knew how to use it, he held it with dextrous hands and passed it over.

The spear was suprisingly light, the shaft of the spear was of a blue metal. It had seven holes within the spear, with one filled with a dark green jewel. Slightly unbalanced due to this, it was still a powerful weapon. the spear head was the same matieral, it had a faint aura of magic, even though Reis was ignorant to the fact.

The head of the spear was simple, yet in some places it had a small intricate tool which helped in combat somehow, by balancing or causing more damage.

"An excellent weapon, although I am surprised that you are wielding it... This would have belonged to a great spearmaster. I can see that you know how to use it in the traditional manner, but you must learn some radical techniques in order to improve beyond your present capabilities. That way, one day, you will be a spearmaster... I myself am not worthy to become a spearmaster. I have committed to many wrongs that I am trying to correct. Once that occurs, I will live a life of seclusion... But for now, I must work... I believe that you should learn the Spirit Wind Spear Technqiue... It will help you improve your fighting style and will gain you respect throughout the lands..."

Reis nodded. "I know...I still need training. But I am a Dragoon, I shall not surrender. Well, I am training to become a better Dragoon....." he said quietly as he gripped the spear again.


(Dragoon from Final Fantasies. Think Freya, jumping massive distances, that is what the first gem enhances. Pretty standerd enhancement, Reis knows what that gem does.)

Delaz takes out a manual.

"This manual contains all the secrets of the Spirit Wind Spear Technique... This is my gift to you... Keep it and learn from it. You will become a great fighter, as you have both the heart and the potential. But you must consider your aspirations carefully. Being a Dragoon is not necessary a very good thing..."

"I have chosen my path...I thank you for this...I strive for my own perfection. What makes you say that being a Dragoon is not a good thing? I have heard of many good things, thier exploits are things of legends..." Reis said, taking a seat.

He flicked through the small manual, scanning it. He then put it into his shirt pocket for safe keeping.

(OOC can you remind me what Spirit Wind does?)

((OOC: Does anyone mind another character coming in? Or is this closed now?))

"Please...take great care of it. It was my mothers." Reis said, as he drew the spear and handed it over. reis obviously knew how to use it, he held it with dextrous hands and passed it over.

The spear was suprisingly light, the shaft of the spear was of a blue metal. It had seven holes within the spear, with one filled with a dark green jewel. Slightly unbalanced due to this, it was still a powerful weapon. the spear head was the same matieral, it had a faint aura of magic, even though Reis was ignorant to the fact.

The head of the spear was simple, yet in some places it had a small intricate tool which helped in combat somehow, by balancing or causing more damage.

Zektal eyes the spear with intrest. "Such weapons are the ancestral tools of my people. Our weapons are far simpler in design and material, which would make them substandard in this case. A few of our warriors have had weapons made from ebony, or adamantium, but these weapons are rare." Zektal lays his own weapon on the table. It resembles a staff, but it is somehow different. "This is the weapon of the Claws of Makaal, a sect of holy warriors who serve the Marsh's patron diety."

Max considers the young Dragoon, before lifting a pouch from his belt and laying it down on the bar, "I'm travelling to the city of Praag, in the North. The roads are getting more dangerous these days and even the best fireball isn't much help against a goblin arrow between your shoulders. Escort me and my caravan to Praag, and the bag is yours."

Turning to Reis, Delaz answers him.

"The Spirit Wind Technique helps a spearman learn how to utilize the powers of the natural element of the wind in their attacks, making it more powerful... My comment about the dragoons, is that you must preserve your honor, but be mindful of who you serve...."

Turning to Max, Delaz offered his service.

"I am currently going to Praag, so I'll be happy to help..."

"I am grateful...I enevr understood the true power of this spear....I will go to Praag with you Max." Reis says.

"When do we leave?" Reis asks, scratching the back of his black hair.

OOC: Hopefully when Trixia returns from whatever he/she's doing...

Felon decided waiting in the corner was too much time to waist and he went over to the group of people at the bar, "So I hear you are all going somewhere? Mind if I join?" His clawed gauntlets, no longer sparking, were now off and hanging on chains on his sides.

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OOC: Hopefully when Trixia returns from whatever he/she's doing...

OOC: Sorry people! i couldn't get on the net!

IC: Kris truns to all the people in the tavern.

"So everyone! Are we ready to go?"

"As you wish..." Delaz replies.

Kris turned to Delaz

"Greetings Delaz, i am Kris"

She put out her hand, and smiled.

Delaz smiles in return and takes Kris's hand and shakes it. "As you know, my name is Armad Delaz. I am a wanderer through the lands. Where are you planning on going?"

"Well i came across these maps a short time ago and have found that one of them shows of where my father was apparently taken when i was a girl. I want to go and find him, if he's still alive that is, if i find he has died by his kidnappers hand i feel sorry for his captors"

Hate flared up in Kris' eyes.

"Interesting... I have wandered through the lands, but I have never encountered stories about a subterrean realm. I am intrigued by your quest. I offer myself, my spear, and my sword to you and pledge my assistance."

Delaz unsheathes his sword and places it on the table.

Felon watched as the two introduced themselves, and then he states, "You know who I am already from our meeting in the corner, I will follow you Kris, only if you wish it."

Kris looked at them both. Her face lit up in a smile.

"Very well friends! I thankyou. We wait for 3 more, then we depart!"

"I suppose you wait only on two. I offer my services as a warrior of the Argonian people to you, Kris of Trixia. I will purchase another mug of this 'mead' concoction before we leave. It has a certain 'warmth' to it that Hist lacks." Zektal taps his weapon with a foreclaw, indicating what he will bring along.

((OOC: If you already had the other two people in mind, then ignore this post.))

"If you don't mind, you'll only need to wait for one more person." A quiet voice spoke from behind the group. Its owner was a young woman sitting at a table nearby. She took a sip from a glass of wine and pushed some of her short mousy brown hair out of her hazel eyes. She stood up, allowing the group to see that she was short, and wore a white cotton shirt and dark coloured leggings, covered by a forest green travelling cloak. There was a dagger sheathed by her side. "Forgive me, but I couldn't help overhearing your plans, and I'm intrigued by them. May I join you?" The woman blinked and laughed slightly. "Oh, and excuse my terrible manners!" She added. "My name is Alena Greymarch."

"That matter will have to be discussed with Max-Scriber-Mage and Kris. I myself do not care." Zektal responds, as non-chalant as ever.

OOC: Right basically this is me Trixia, but my PW buggered so Trixia's effectivly dead. I only hope guessing can help me there...
So i'm just gona carry on with this nation.
Sorry everyone.

IC:Kris looked at the party forming before her...
Well it seems heroes do still roam this land she thought to herself.

"Armad Delaz, Felon, Zektal, and Alena Greymarch i ask you once more, to be sure you want to come with me and help find my father"

She looked round at them, eyes full of hope.

"You have my promise Kris, I will help you no matter the odds." Felon bows to Kris, then raises up, waiting for everyone else to respond.

OOC: Dammit to time-zones, homework and my inneficient memory...

IC:

Max had been listening to the formation of the party, intigued by the adventure of it all. "Ah well, I suppose Praag can wait another few weeks. Count me in, my mercenary friend with the spear too."

"Very well Max, i thank you"

(OOC My apologies, I cannot rp this one. I have one major rp which I need to concentrate upon. Reis effectively was never here....sorry all, wish it was not like this.)

(OOC My apologies, I cannot rp this one. I have one major rp which I need to concentrate upon. Reis effectively was never here....sorry all, wish it was not like this.)

(OOC: Hey, no problem KI, thanks anyway tho :D )

( Thanks. If you are wondering what thread I am concentrating upon it would be this one. I am sure you can appreciate some the amount of work I have to put into this one! http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=87780 )

((OOC: Sorry this post took so long, I've been away for a couple of days.))

"Armad Delaz, Felon, Zektal, and Alena Greymarch i ask you once more, to be sure you want to come with me and help find my father"

Alena inclined her head slightly, smiling. "Of course I'm sure! You've got my word, Kris. I'll go with you, and I'll help you to find your father!" She offered her hand to Kris, with the same smile playing about her lips.

"Let us depart. We will find this man." Zektal kills the mug of mead, then slides it down the bar to the bartender. "Now, I am ready."

Felon smiles, "This will be fun, Hey you know, we should have a name for our mission, what do you guys think?"

Kris turns to Felon.

"That is a good idea, do any of you have one?"

"I think we should name the Search for the Subterrean or something like that," Delaz interjected.

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"Ya... Um.. Anyother names?" Felon laughed while saying this...

"I was just kidding... I suggest we name the mission, the Journey of the Six, as we are six in total..."

Journey of the Six

Kris thought about it.

"Yes, that will be the name. Come my friends we leave for my home so i can show you the maps!"

Kris walked out the tavern, hes chest filled with pride.

OOC: I'm changing the spear to a staff

Delaz stood up and picked up his staff and walked out of the tavern right behind Kris. While walking, Delaz twirled his staff around practicing...

"Lets go"
Felon walked out of the bar with Kris and Delaz. He began to unchain his gauntlets as he watched Delaz twirl his staff, waithing for him to do something like hit himself.

OOC: Guys, I'm going away for about a week, and I might not be able to get access to a computer. Just carry on as though Alena's walking quietly in the back. I'll be back around next Saturday.

IC: Alena walked out behind the others, smiling to herself.

So I went in there alone, and walked out with an adventure...

She touched her dagger and pulled her cloak closer about her. Flicking her hair out of her eyes, she followed them away from the bar and into the unknown.

Zektal follows behind the other five, his weapon on his shoulder. This might actually be fun.

They all got to Kris' house and went inside. Kris took them to a table and got out the maps.

"Here. Look at these, definatly made in the 1100's at least 200 years ago, it maps out in amazing accuracy and detail how to enter the underland and what it looks like down there. Yes, amazing..."

She let the rest have a look.

Delaz is very interested and begins to scrutinize the maps carefully. "I've seen these places womewhere before... But where? Wait these maps are not two centuries old, they're at least two millenia old. About two millenia ago, a massive volcanic eruption caused the sinking of land in the Five Civilized Nations, causing the formation of the Northern Sea. That land right there," Delaz points to a part of the map, "is where the Northern Sea is... And that part there, is where the Central Isle with the Citadel of Cala is..."

Zektal snorts.

"I have but one question: Will it be warmer in this destination? These current lands are not suited to my anatomy."

He sets the weapon down next to him, taking a seat.

OOC: Sorry WA, but my character is gonna get a little personal

"What do you think leather-brain? We're going underneath the earth. It's definitely gonna be warmer..."

"I am just in this for the fun of traveling, now when you are all ready, lets get a move on!" Felon said, tapping his foot impatientally.

"Ok, but our first port-of-call is the city of Beregost. I must meet with a man by the name of Truzz, he has something i... need "

They walked out of Kris Hut. Determined..

Delaz continued to twirl his staff...

OOC BUMP!

A couple of days later. The group were resting in a clearing in a forest

"So. Does anyone know these parts?"

Delaz glanced around but frowned. "I've never been in these parts before, although I have wandered for the majority of my life..."

((OOC: Sorry that I haven't replied, I haven't really been able to get to a computer.))

IC: Alena leaned against a tree and looked about. "Sorry, but it all looks the same to me around here," she replied, absently kicking a pebble across the clearing.

OOC: Sorry WA, but my character is gonna get a little personal

"What do you think leather-brain? We're going underneath the earth. It's definitely gonna be warmer..."

"You would do well to hold your tongue, softskin, lest I cut it out and you are forced to hold it." Zektal replies with a chill as cold as death in his voice.

Zektal slides part of the end of his weapon off, revealing a bright blade made of silver. His weapon is a double-bladed sword, not a staff after all.

"I assure you, I am more than capable of dispatching a foe with my weapon. I also assure you that you would wish to see it used on a foe, not yourself." Zektal's slit-pupils narrow.

OOC: He's very proud, being of the elite warrior sect 'The Claws of Makaal'.

Delaz glanced at Zektal in an arrogant manner. Seeing the glint in Zektal's eyes, Delaz decided to teach him a quick lesson. Delaz crouched in a combat position, staff raised.

"If you have guts, leatherskin, come and fight..."

Zektal keeps his blades in their sheaths, making his weapon more like a staff.

"I will prove you have guts as well, by spilling them onto the floor."

Zektal attacks with blinding speed, swinging the staff at his opponent's knee, spinning around for a second attack to the head.

Zektal keeps his blades in their sheaths, making his weapon more like a staff.

"I will prove you have guts as well, by spilling them onto the floor."

Zektal attacks with blinding speed, swinging the staff at his opponent's knee, spinning around for a second attack to the head.

Zektal keeps his blades in their sheaths, making his weapon more like a staff.

"I will prove you have guts as well, by spilling them onto the floor."

Zektal attacks with blinding speed, swinging the staff at his opponent's knee, spinning around for a second attack to the head.

Delaz is no longer standing where Whiptail attacked. Using his staff as a lever, Delaz had propelled himself into the air and into the trees.

OOC: Reburn is a type of weed, not a lifestyle. You're not fighting Whiptail, nor are you outside. You are in Kris' house, and you are fighting Zektal Foehunter. You will not be able to run from him in these close quarters. If you wish to pick a fight with him, then stand and fight. Whiptail would not waste his energy with one like Delaz. Whiptail also has his own nation now, of the same name.

Somewhere in a dark glow of a cavern a 'woman' laughs....
"Ah Eris you have done well again..."

OOC: really just a tag for the heavy in all this...

Kris gets a shiver down her spine. Like someone step over her grave.

She looks at the two guys fighting.

"STOP! What are you doing? We're in this together, i'm sure it won't be long before you both get some action..."

*They broke camp, and continued on...*

Zektal reguards her with narrowed eyes.

"For your sake, I will not kill this fool. Lead on."

Again, the weapon goes onto his shoulder, and he follows behind Kris.

OOC: And AAH has decided to grace us with his/her/their presence.