NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC - I was bored with other peoples threads so I disided to open this one up for some fun, anyone come up with any good plot. But has to follow these rules.

1) It can have loads of charicters added to it
2) It is set in medi evil times or linked alot to medi evil times (Like FF9, if anyone has played it)
3)Someone or more than one person has to play "the bad guy"
4)There shall be no GOD MODING
5)Everyone should have one main charicter, or more, but no more than 5 may be introduced by any one nation.
6)No going out of plot or killing off other peoples charicters
7)No adding something ridiculas that goes completely against the plot so far like cyborgs, lazers, A giant fish named Sid etc.

Thank you for following these :)

Anyone care to start us off?

Oh, and try and make something relevent to the title :)

OOC - Ill start us of actually, i have nothing better to do

A rough man with long black hair rode a white horse down a winding path leading to Christiat, the capital of Christac, he stopped for a moment and looked upwards. The moon shone down, lighting up the path in front of him. He would have smiled at the sight, but he had not done so for a long time.

Saerat was this mans name. He was a warrior still loyal to the old king, but he would not spread this around.

As he aproached Christiat and the first towers came to sight he thought of long ago...

He could still hear the screams in his head.

"No! Not my son! Anyone else no!!" "They have taken the wall!" "Help us, someone help us!"

He shook his head violently, and grunted, now was not the time to think of that, he had a job to do and an old friend to meet up with.

He looked back at the path traveled down and approached the guard on duty.

"Open these gates" he said loudly

"And who might you be" the guard asked back

"I said, open these gates" Saerat said, now reaching behind his back to his sword, if he should need it.

The guard seeing this, backed off a bit, he looked a bit shocked. Someone was actually prepared to challange the authority of one of the kings men?

"I will let you past now, but if you cause any trouble, I will..." He broke off, Saerat had taken his sword out.

"You will do what?"

The guard did not answer, he simply gave the signel for the gate to open and bekoned Saerat to go past.

Saerat slowly put his sword away and entered...

Saerat got off his horse the other side of the gate. This city has changed alot he thought to himself. Shouts echoed through the streets, people selling wears, and what looked to be a circus in town. Jugglers and fire eaters were walking all over the place.

Saerat was not the least bit interested in entatainment, he always thought it to be a waste of money and something done to try and get peoples minds off the reality. He started walking the path he had walked over 20 years ago, towards the inn he had known well.

As he walked he could sense people staring at him. And he could not blame them;

His long black cloak scraped along the ground as he walked, attached to a firm breast plate, part of a full coat of armor, all of which were old and had rust forming in the corners. But he knew what would be turning the most heads. The sheild on his back clearly shone with the symbol of the old king. One symbol which everyone remembers but no one has seen.

Saerat turned round a corner into a group of jugglers, he grunted an apology for knocking into one of them, making her drop her clubs.

He moved on before she had finished picking them up, he was late for meeting his friend, and was not going to let something small like manners get in the way.

He was close to the pub now anyway. He walked up to the door and pushed it open, people stared round, but he ignored them. Sitting at the bar he saw his friend and started walking to him.

OOC: With my luck this thread will die in twenty posts.

IC:
John Burgentien owner of the Ripe Apple tavern waddled over to the bar and picked up his third flagoon of ale for the day. John was overweight by about five stones and stood almost six feet tall. He was one of those rare people who really did have big bones. He had massive hands, each finger looked like an Italian sausage.

From his seedy tavern/bed and breakfast he oversaw his self generated crime wave. He was the leader of a small band of theives and roadside bandits. He kept the Christiat gaurds off his back by paying off the Captain of the Guards -- Captain Lance Appletonne.

John usually ran off most of his tavern employees by trying to force himself on the women. His only permanent employee was Sue Badgerson. John tried to fondle her and discovered she was capable of slicing him where he didn't want to be sliced. Why he kept her on was a mystery, but she wound up earning him money because she turned out to be an excellent cook.

OOC - lol

Saerat walked into the inn, peoples faces turned to him, he was used to this by now.

He strided up to the bar and asked "Have you seen a man wearing black, around here" to a woman who looked oddly at him before turning round and shouting something in a different language, an overweight man appeared from under her and quickly ran to the other side of the room.

Saerat shrugged his shoulders and decided to look for his friend himself.

John noticed the warrior milling about the evening mealtime crowd. He noticed the man wore a shield displaying the symbol of the old king. If Lance Appletonne came in and saw that there would be trouble. The last thing John wanted was trouble. If everyone thought the Ripe Apple was just a seedy bar then he could carry out his plan to find and steal the old King's gold.

John had heard there was a fortune in gold hidden somewhere in the city. His thieves and spies were looking for the treasure every night. He hoped this new arrival wouldn't stir up the guards.

He found him on the secound floor of the pub, but in came a group of guards. Seeing this, Saerat ducked down behind a sleeping man on another table.

The guards aproached his friend

"well, we have found you, you thought you had lost us, didnt you" Said what seemed to be the head guard

"...we are not going to ask you again" said the first guard
"...we have warned you enough" said the secound
"...you can give it to us, or we can take it" threw in a thired

"No, itsh mine!" said his friend clearly drunk to the bone.

"well then, we have asked you enough times I feel" said the first guard again.

Saerat didn't like sitting back, but there were a good 8 guards here, he could take on about 5, but any more than that would be pushing it...

What he needed was a little help.

OOC SOMEONE TAKE A HINT!!!

John looked upstairs and saw a group of town guards about to pound one of his customers. Jeeze I pay that idiot Appletonne a small fortune to make sure I don't have trouble in here he thought.

With his oilyest voice and manner he addressed the head guard "Sargent Toadwillow is there something I can help you with?"

"You know the name is Froglilly, John." Answered the guard.

"You know I was just talking to Captain Appletonne yesterday and I told him you should be promoted due to the good work you do here." John continues.

taking this opotunity, Saerat sneaks round the guards and grabs his friend, he pulls him towards the door slowly when one of the guards look round

"HAY!, sir, that bloke is escaping!"

The head guard turned, looked at the table, and said back "don't worry, he left it here." He laughed slightly "we have what we came for"

"So John what were you saying...

vaxlot came riding up to the the city gate on his midnight black steed. He was wearing a black overcoat, black trousers and a black shirt with many knives and odd usefull things concealed. His face was white with blue tattoos on it.
he came to the gate and the guard halted him and said...

ooc:where is this set and is it all right to come in from there?

OOC - Medi evil times, Christiat, the capital of Christac, yep your fine, might wanna read what is going on though, Saerat is here to get a sword of his old friend Christov, we are both loyal to the old king, John is a greasy owner of the inn and is in search of the old kings gold, Christov is drunk and has left the sword in the inn which is crawling with guards, I met a juggler on the way here, that might come into the plot (hint)

IC

Saerat was halfway down the street when he turned to his friend.

"Oh ish yoush Shea...shearawi..., my friend, whash yoush doin ere!" he said.

Saerat looked at him with pitty, what had happend to his old friend, this man who was once the famous Christov, feared by many but known by few.

Saerat shook his head.

"You know why I am here" he said bluntly

"Oh yesh the shword fing" replied Christov

"Yes" said Saerat simply

"Oh yesh, I lefsht it in that inn place"

Saerat left his friend there and ran back to the inn

When Saerat got to the inn, he was shocked to find the owner backed against a wall (OOC - Stop me if you are anoyed with me using your charicter), two guards lying next to him dead. The rest of the people in the inn were backing off, scared at what they saw.

A giant of a man stood there dressed all in black with a black helmet, holding the poor inn keeper up by his throat "Where is the sword?" He bellowed...

noticing the sword behind the black knight, he was confused what all of this was about, but he also knew that if so many people wanted it, there must be a good reason. He snuck over behind the black knight and put one hand on it. The knight knew he was there, he did not know how, but it was clear. He turned.

Saerat looked towards him, and was shocked...

His eyes were so black and lifeless behind his helmet, his breathing was long and struggled.

Saerats mouth fell open, and he was not able to move, his head started to pound, and he heard a voice, where was it coming from?

"Saerat!! Saerat don't leave me here!! Saerat, help me!!"

Then everything went black...

When he woke, dazed and weak, he saw that there were people looking down on him. One was the inn keeper, another he noticed was the juggler he had hit into earlier, he had not taken a good look at her face before.

When she noticed he was getting up she flashed him a smile, this made him weak and he fell back down.

ooc: is someone going to roleplay the gatesman so i can come in?

The Ripe Apple had Never been the greatest Tavern in history. Its floors had the customary Beer Stains, the small puddles, the drunks. And Now, there where at least to puddles of crimson liquid on the floor. At the bar sat a fairly no discript man who looked no older then thirty. He was of Average height, with a short beard hair that had quite obviously been cut with a dagger, not the fancy scissors used by the Highborn. He looked at the juggler with an look of awe. But mostly he looked at the Device on Saerat. He stood.

"By the Gods, do you know what the punisment for wearing that thing is?" He said in a drunken slurr, even when their was a conspicuas ale puddle beneath him. "They would have your head, Our graceious" He nearly spat the word. "King sees daggers where their are none, he sees those closest to him and thinks they mean him HARM!" He nearly yelled, but managed to hold himself. "Now, what the hell did these people want?"

OOC - Oh soz, ill do it, I introduced him earlier.

IC - The guard at the gate said very little, he had been violently forced to open the gate twice that night, first by Saerat and yet again by a black knight who simply smashed his way through the gate.

He aproached the man, but as he got close he saw the blue tattoos on his face.

He let out a short cry, and ran towards the wall.

"Open the gate quickly!" he said

He then turned back to the man, "Please, don't start any trouble, I know who you are, I didn't want to die, so I opened the gates, but please, please don't start trouble"

The juggler helped Saerat up for the secound time, he staggered a bit, and then looked round, the sword was gone...

He turned to what looked to be a thirty year old man sitting at the bar.

Ignoring what he thought to be drunken ramblings, and not knowing what was really going on himself, he said

"What happend with the knight? my sword?"

He rubed his head, something was wrong.

who am I

OOC - dont be afraid to add "bad guys" or introduce a chain of charicters, dont let me hog the story

OOC Who said mine was good? You shall see.

IC The man looked at Saerat with a hatred. "Boy, I am going to give you some advice. Fracking Cover that Device. Nothing is worse then having the kings Secret Police on you." The Last he said with dry humour.

"Forget that sword boy, we need to be out of here. If you wish to find help follow me, otherwise let it be." He said it matter of factly, the Drunken Slurr Gone. With a quick movement, he had a dagger from seemingly nowhere, and walked from the building, expecting the others to follow. He smiled. If they did, they would be his, if they stayed, the Taverns roof would collapse, killing them, afterall, Accidents happen.

"Ah, yes this looks most promising", a dark whispery voice murmured from a table hidden in the shadows of the corner of the bar. There sat Opo, a man renowned for his dealings on the black market in anything and everything imaginable. At the table with him were his close friends and confidants. On his left is Darna, a woman of great beauty and extremely street wise. To his right is Varl, a man of great strength and extremely slow wits.

"Darna my dear why don't you see if you can ease his fears and have him come sit with us", Opo commanded. Darna immediately obeys Opo as she enjoys the games he plays. Darna walks over and speaks with Saerat.

"My dear don't be so distraught, come over and enjoy a few drinks with me and my friends. We'll see if we can't sort this out for you", Darna says with an inviting smile.

Varl looks over with a big grin and motions for the man to come over.

Opo simply smiles and waits as he smokes his pipes.

Saerat was confused what had happend, and did not know who to trust.

After a while he simply chose one at random, and went to sit with the two men and the woman who had aproached him, the seemingly drunken man looked a bit anoyed at the door. But something about the man scared Saerat, not that the strange people at the table didn't do this also.

Saerat took a seat, and for reasons he did not understand, the juggler followed and sat on the table next to theirs.

"Can you tell me what happend when I was down?" He said getting to the point.

John, the barkeep was stunned. He weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds and the man in black just lifted him up like a toy. He cleared his head with another ale and motioned for his favorite thieves to come over. He told Three-fingers to follow the black knight, but to be careful. He told Rags to follow the knght that had the old King's symbol on his shield.

That left peg-leg to follow the drunk.

John began to mop up the floor. He began to perspire profusely and looked up to see Appletonne coming into the tavern.

"Captain Appletonne, so nice to see you."

Captain Appletonne "Knock off the crap, John, did you see a knight all dressed in black come in here?"

John "I did but he looked like trouble so I kicked him out of the Ripe Apple."

Captain Appletonne began to laugh a sinister, sneering laugh "John, you couldn't budge him with an ox if he didn't want to leave. What was he looking for?"

For once John decided to tell the truth. "He kept looking for a sword. Some guy brought it in and left it here. It looked pretty plain to me."

Captain Appletonne "Damn! John if you see the man in black again don't try to stop him just send a messenger to get me." With that he stormed out of the Ripe Apple along with six guards.

The "Drunk" Sighed and moved off, pulled out a torch from the Wall and moved on. With that signal, a group of twenty men moved in placing barrals of a Stickly liquid at evenly spaced intervals. These where then smashed and the pieces removed. Smiling increadbly, The "Drunk" made a show of forgeting something, and walked back. When he got to the door, he threw the torch in the Liquid, instead of the ring it should have been placed in. As he went in, the flames began to spread.

OOC Ah I love Secret Police. They are SO much fun.

OOC - Nice twist, I like.

IC - Saerat looked back at the "drunk" (OOC I am only calling you this as my charicter does not know your charicters name), from where he was sitting. He could see the anger in his eyes, he turned to those at the table, but before anything could be explained, a group of men burst in.

Saerat watched as they threw liqued on the floor and egited it, the fire spreading quickly, he ran to the window, but then looked back.

The juggler was trapped between two bits of flaming wood a couple of meters away, Saerat growled, he had never really cared for other peoples life before.

He ran over to the fire, and pulled his sheild off his back, flattening it to extinguish what he could, he jumped over and grabbed the juggler, her long hair got in his eyes, but he knocked it away.

Jumping over the sheild again, now being engulfed itself, he ran to the window, and smashed it with his hand, he was about to jump out when the juggler shouted..

"Your shield!?"

"Screw the shield!" Saerat replied

The juggler would not take this, she pulled away from his hands and grabbed a glass of something, she was in luck, this was probably the only one in the bar filled with water. She threw it on the shield, and grabbed it while she could.

It was still hot and burnt her hand, but she kept her grip.

Saerat had ran back to her again.

"Its not worth it!" he said

She grabbed him by the hand now, pulled im back to the wall and they lept, hand in hand out the window of the inn.

When they made it to the other side, they were both out of breath, the shield was still being held by the juggler.

Saerat got up off the ground first and then helped the juggler up as well. As she stood up with his shield, his eyes widened and he found himself staring at her face.

Her long blond hair was getting in the way of her deep blue eyes and went down across her smallish nose down her cheeks and past her chin.

She looked at hm for a moment before holding up his shield and handing it to him.

As she did, Saerat looked at her hands.

"Oh!" He said loudly, taking the sheild and dropping it on the ground before holding her hand up and looking at it.

"Its burnt, are you okay?" He asked

She laughed "I have had much worse than that, try fire juggling" She giggled slightly before stoping and looking slightly embarest.

They stepped back from the window, and crossed the other side of the street, no doubt others would be fleeing the inn.

OOC - Up to you to get your charicters out people

Arutha pulled out a blue stained dagger and stabbed Appletonne in the ribs before yelling orders in a booming voice to the guards. They assisted getting people out, while Arutha himself moved out of the building followed closely by five blueclad figures. He removed the homespun cloths, revealing the Blue and white of the Kings Secret police, and the gold that showed he was of high Rank. He moved around the side of the building and caught site of Saerat and the Juggler. In a second hiws men raised crossbows.

"Stay where you are" Came Aruthas voice, which no longer had the drunken slurr. Infact, he looked compleatly different, Half his face was shadowed in the dark, and the visable side was hard and had lost all of the gentle compassion in the previous act. It would have taken one of great skill to tell them as the same.

"You are hereby ordered by the Kings men to acompony me to the palace" He said at Saerat "The Lady may leave, as my souce told me she arrived just before the accident." He did not flinch at that, calling it an accident even though many had seen it done. Any who had seen the blue Clad figures start the fire had been silenced, or would be.

"Shall we proced?"

John finished his ale just in time to see someone light a fire in his beloved tavern. He threw the bucket of water he was using to mop the floor onto the fire. Instead of putting out the fire it made it spread. Whatever that liquid was it floated on water and was moving into more areas of the bar.

John and Sue struggled valiently to put out the fires but they were too hot. they grabbed the cash til and ran into the street. The locals had started a bucket brigade to try and contain the fire. About twenty youths were passing the buckets from the well to the fire. The fiery liquid was washing into the streets and one of Appletonne's men made them stop to prevent the fire from spreading. He would only allow the locals to swat at the fire with shovels.

The flames were shooting about thirty feet into the air with sparks flying everywhere. Appletonne's men directed the fire brigade to douse the rooftops surrounding the tavern to stop the sparks from starting new fires.

It looked like the tavern was going to be a smoldering heap of ash and charcoal.

John was disgusted, he was going to have to spend his ill gotten money to rebuild. Then he saw Appletonne staggering with a dark red stain rapidly growing on his tunic. John signaled to the other guards and pointed to Appletonne. Cripes if Appletonne died he was going to have to start bribing someone else. This was not a good day for the fat man.

Saerat did not know what to do, crossbows pointed at him from all sides. He could hear the noise of the string being pulled back.

He held up the juggler and whispered in her ear;

"I have to go now, I'm sorry about all this"

He let go of her, and waited for her to walk off but she did not.

"go!" Saerat shouted

"No" she simply replied

Saerat turned to the secret police and said "I'll go with you, just make sure she is okay" He pushed the juggler into the men. She was grabbed by them and pulled backwards.

The secret police moved in on Saerat and started pulling him towards the well known Palace of the new king. It would seem there would be no chance of escape... (OOC - Someone please save me :( )

IC - The juggler gave up after being pushed away, she did not know what to do. She turned back to the inn, and then a thought hit her

Wait, the rest of my show was in there!

She ran to the front of the bulding just in time to see water being thrown on what was left of the inn, this made matters worse, the fire was spreading to other buildings now.

The juggler edged through the gap where the door had been in the inn, with fire around her and screaming from all sides, she started searching for her group. She climbed the stairs up to where they had gone when she helped up the knight.

She was shocked when she got there, the table that they usually sat at had been crushed by a beam from the roof.

She started crying, but she pulled herself together quickly, this was not the time for this. She went downstairs again and out the door, running into the owner of the inn, who she knew personally from the first evening the circus arrived (He had tried to grab her).

"John!" she said "you have to help that knight!"

OOC2 - Feel free to name my juggler

"John!" she said "you have to help that knight!"
John says "Sure you spurn my advances, but now you need my help." He looked at the knight, he was surrounded by crossbowmen, it didn't look good.

John spied a barrel of flour on the second floor of the now exposed interior of the Inn. That will do He walked closer to the one post that was holding the floor up and bumped it hard. The barrel of flour started to fall. It was about ten feet from the largest cluster of crossbowmen.

"Run!" he said to the Juggler.

The barrel of flour fell and burst into a cloud of white dust. It ignited and a huge explosion rocked the entire area. Even though John was running away it still knocked him down on top of the juggler. "Now, this is what I had in mind." he said.

OOC: Flour dust does explode like gunpowder when lit.

Saerat couldn’t believe his luck, at that point a barrel of flour seemingly fell by itself onto group of crossbowmen, it exploded against all the odds and rules of physics.

Saerat was knocked into Arutha, both of whom fell onto the ground.

Saerat got up as fast as he could and ran down past the juggler and John, who were now trying to get up themselves (Well the juggler was, John I am not to sure of)

He stopped and looked at the situation. What the hell are they doing?

He shrugged his shoulders and made for the gate, he had to get out of the town as quick as he could.

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Christov woke up in a ditch, his head was pounding, he thought to himself;

what had happened?

He was meant to meet Saerat in the inn

He did didn't he?

Yes, he remembered

Then what happened?

The guards!

Oh! then they escaped

Oh, then he went back to the inn

Yes that was it

It was all coming back to him now, he simply would go back to the inn and find Saerat there.

He turned round...

The fire had spread to many buildings now, practically everything in front of Christov was on fire.

He looked shocked and shouted loudly FU...

OOC -
Arutha - Head of secret police
John Burgentien - Ex owner of taven lol head of theives
Sue Badgerson - Ex cook in said taven
Captain Lance Appletonne - Head of town guards
Saerat Helmz - Knight loyal to old king
Juggler - Juggler (duh)
Christov - Knight loyal to the old king
Varl - Mysterious charicter
Opo - Head of mysterious charicters
Darna - A more attractive mysterious charicter
vaxlot - Knight with a blue tattoo on his face (dont know anything else yet)

Anyone want to add a charicter, join in, not that much has happend

vaxlot came riding through the gate and stopped.
"Damn I'll need to start tracking him(the black knight) all over again. my last carrier birds havent come back for the past 2 weeks. Whats happening?" he thought to himself "maybe someone over there could help, just maybe"
He rode over to the secret police (how many of them are there) and asked "what happened here"
"thats none of your business sir"
"it could be"
"sir Back off!"
"or what"
"Or we'll make you"
the argument went on...

ooc: i was gonna start a fight

The Next Morning

Big John looked over the mess that once was his tavern and sighed. There were at least six buildings either burned down or heavily damaged by the fires. Close to a dozen more were burned in some manner.

John sent Sue out to find some carpenters, then to the saw mill to get some lumber lined up. His hunt for the old kings gold was not going as well as he had planned.

Three Fingers, the thief assigned to trail the black knight found John in the small corner of the tavern not burned to a char. "John, I swear I followed him to the "Sick Quarter" and he disappeared into thin air."

John "You idiot nobody disappears into thin air. He probably marked you and hid in a dark alley." What a bunch of fools I have working for me.

Captain Appletonne was in the infirmary, but would probably live. The healers were hovering over him feeding him the most foul smelling liquids presumably to cure him. In a faint croaking voice he told the sergeant to find out some more about the man that stabbed him. He gave the sergeant a note to the new King's youngest son, Ethelwin. Ethelwin was sixth-in-line for the throne and would use any means possible to ascend to the first-in-line even murder. If anyone would know who was responsible it would be Ethelwin.

What happened last night

Christov seeing the fire in front of him knew that Saerat would be involved. He also knew that he would be heading for the gate, if this was the case. Christov reached for his sword. It was gone. Damn

He would have to sneak there. This was not Christov's style, he was more of the fight his way though type.

Shrugging his shoulders he started walking there, making sure not to hit into the secret police, who seemed to be crawling all over the area.

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Saerat saw a man with blue tattoos on his face, mounted on a horse on his way to the main gate. As he ran by the man he slipped his arm behind him and pulled out the strangers sword.

I need it more than him He thought as he felt the cool steel against his skin.

This is a good sword

Running faster now, he pulled out his shield. He would have to fight his way out, the alarm would no doubt have reached the gate a while ago.

As he got there, he found quite the opposite.

His eyes widened, he held the sword by his side, and suddenly everything went silent. He walked in a straight line towards the opening mechanism for the gate.

Every foot or so would be a person, lying on the ground, still, lifeless. Women, children, men. The floor was littered with them

What happened here?

Why would someone do this?

Who could cause such mayhem?

He walked slowly, looking into the faces of each person, imagining what they were doing only moments before hand.

And then he saw him, his old friend Christov. Saerat ran up to him, held his head in his arms. He could still feel breathing.

"Saerat!?" said a croaky old voice

"Don't speak, my friend, you need the energy"

He laughed "we both know I'm a gonna. Don't worry though, I will see all of the guys again, we will be waiting there for our commander" He coughed, and his eyes closed

"Christov, who did this?!"

"who?"

"WHO!?!"

He felt and heard the warm breath behind him.

He turned quickly and was facing yet again, the knight from the inn.

Saerat held up his sword again and thrust it towards the knight, he grabbed it with his hand and threw it at the gate door. It hit the wood and dug itself in. The knight looked again at Saerat.

AH! The voices!

Saerat, help me!

You can't leave me here!

Saerat!

Saerat!!!

Saerat woke up in a daze hours later... (OOC - someone else choose were, can they? lol, Oh yeh, Im Christac as well B4 you ask)

Arutha looked at the Blue Tattoed man and signaled to his men. He Gestrued to one of his men, who handed him a Longsword. He smiled at the weapon and placed it at his belt, before looking at the Man again.

"You have no right to question us" He said in a menacing Growl. "I could have you dead anytime I wanted, your in my land friend." He smiled, a cold thing with no glee. "This is my city, just as it is the kings, now, please refrain from asking questions until I can get back" So saying, he turned into the door and headed towards the Place Appletone was being Kept.

He came in a moment later, his eyes ablaze. "Watchman, what are you doing!?" He yelled at the half dazed man. "I will not have my own people taking bribes from the owner of an Inn! You have shown your worth to the cause, and thus I am demoting you down to Watchman. Once your healed your back to work, No arguments, understand?"

OOC He basicly threatend the Blue guy and demoted Appeltone for Taking Bribes. Most kings in Medieval times would have killed him, but my guy is compassionate, kinda.

ooc: will someone bring the black night back to the story plz?

"watch your mouth"(to arutha)"or i'll cut it out and feed it to you"
"guards attack"
Vaxlot grabbed 2 guards by the neck and cracked their skulls together
"anyone else want to fight"
"..."
"good"
"Now tell me what i want to know
where is that other black night heading and what happened here!"
...

ooc - I already brought him back in, he killed loads of people and Christov at the gates, Saerat turned and looked at him and now he is out of it somewhere, I still want someone to write in where i wake up

OOC: Christac I am at work so I will have to post later. Let me write in where you wake up.

vaxlot walks over to the black knight and starts to speak to him

"greetings brother"
"and hello to you Vaxlot"
"i have been tracking you for ages"
"you did a great job but nows not the time lets go we must find the sword again, a strange man carried saeret and the sword away i just missed him"
"Ok lets"

"STOP!!!" yelled some guards"get them...

Sue from the Inn was leaning over Saerat carefully wiping his brow with a damp cloth. In a whisper she talks to the loyal knight. "Wake up dear knight, there is much evil lurking about."

Saerat was lying upon a straw mattress in the loft of the livery stable. She had applied a healing poultice on each of his cuts, many of which were deep.

"You have to get up to be able to defend yourself from the evil knight and the King's own secret police." she continued in a soft voice.

Sue knew the secret police only too well. They had killed her only brother when they had mistaken him for an agent of the old King. When they discovered their error they repaid her family with a barrel of wormy corn meal. She had little use for the new king and his hired hands.

ooc: could someone continue the fight plz.

Saerat opened his eyes.

Where was he?

Who was this woman standing in front of him?

What happened?

"What happened?" he managed to ask in his weak state.

OOC - Im bored, so for a laugh, I am going to bump this up.

ooc: take it the story is dead then

OOC - Looks like it

OOC: Is it too late to join? I would like to. Aramil is a wizard who has been forced to do investigation for the Secret Police since they have his sister hostage.

IC: Aramil was shaken awake by a burly guard. He had been sleeping late to catch up from another late-night investigation. "The Vizier would like to speak to you," said the guard. He agreed, and quickly went to the vizier's quarters. "I have an assignment for you, and Arutha is already in the field," the Vizier said. He was a dark, foreboding man in a room with a similar environment. "Yes, m'lord," Aramil replied numbly. The Vizier licked his lips and said, "Good. You must find the location of a renegade knight, who was involved in the burning of a tavern." Aramil said, "I will get right on it, m'lord." He bowed and left. Back in his room, Aramil got out his Scrying Glass and looked into it. He concentrated on the facts he knew about this knight, and an image appeared of a stable. Aramil moved the focus, and saw what street the city was on. He contacted the Secret Police Captain, and said, "Your Knight is in a stable on King's Street, near the Palace. He should not be very hard to capture." Aramil then returned, but not before he saw fifty soldiers in the King's Livery march out to capture the knight. Back in his room, Aramil withdrew the Scrying Glass again and decided to check again on his sister, who was kept in the palace. It pained him what she went through, but he had no way to prevent it. The image cleared in the Glass, and his blood ran cold. His sister was lying dead in the king's closet. He screamed with rage. They killed her! He quickly decided what he must do. A feature in the stable with the knight which he had overlooked before was a blackened shield with the symbol of the Old King. He must help the knight, for he was a loyal follower of the Old King and might be able to help him get revenge on the King. He quickly scribbled a note, and gave it to his familiar, a falcon named Aurian, who quickly flew to the stable. He perched on the window and had a message tied to his leg:

Knight,
You are in mortal danger. The Secret Police are coming for you. You must allow them to take you to the Citadel, and then I can free you. Stay Alive.
-A loyal subject of the Old King.

OOC - This RP has been dead for a long time, but sure. Lets see if it can rise again. lol

Ok, I'm fine with whatever happens.

Guess it really is dead... :(

OOC - Yeh, lets start a new one

Ok.

Well, are you going to, or should I?

Can you do it and send me a telegram?

OK, will do.

Here's the link: http:/forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8771124

Everybody who was in this is welcome to join the new rp.