NationStates Jolt Archive


Amulet Legacy[invite only]

Kablakhul
13-10-2005, 22:24
A low fog hovered over the ground, and the Sun shed only the dimmest light. A passerby of the graveyard might have assumed at first glance that the large congregation of people there were a zombie hoarde, so creepy was the place. A minister read a mournfull passage about the deceased, Sir Algordo Montrecana DeLlamalover, with a distracted air, sort of a "There are so many places I would rather be right now." voice. He droned about DeLlamalover's mourning family, how he would be missed, how he was surely in a better place, even though he was obviously underground in a coffin, which could surely not be so pleasent. There was a bit of crying in the audiance, but mostly boredom.

When the ceremony ended, and the casket had been lowered into the earth...
Czardas
13-10-2005, 22:48
...The wind stirs.

It is ever so slight a motion, unnoticeable to any but those with great powers of observation. And those, among the funereal audience, are few; if they have any they are not in use. But even as the casket is lowered, they notice the cold wind. It springs up lightly, towards the town. Swirling along, it funnels trillions of tiny dust particles into the air. Leaves skirt across the ground. Over cobbled streets, and past stone, thatch-roofed houses. Along alleys.

The wind blows and subsides. After only a few seconds of wandering the corners of the streets, where few walk, it is no longer there. The dust settles once more. But everything is not as it was. Dust and leaves have moved. Hearts, for a short moment, have chilled. All that is good and just seems to have gone out of the world for a brief moment, as though the sun had flickered. But then, perhaps it had.

For now, in a dark street corner in this quiet town, there is someone or something there that does not seem to have been there before. Dark, cloaked. Almost indistinguishable, unmoving. Whatever figure there speaks, even though it seems to have no mouth to open, hidden behind a hood.

"Now is my time. My time has come again to walk the earth, as I did in days of old, and to bring the light of the darkness into the hearts of the pure, and shroud all with nothing."

And even as the figure speaks thus, it appears to separate into billions of tiny dots, that separate out into dust, swept along as the wind rises once more.

A hallucination? A trick of the mind? If anyone had seen it, thus perhaps they would have thought. And perhaps it was. What, after all, is real in this world of fantasy and illusion, where nothing is as it seems? Can we really think of any of this as tangible, or is it all, somehow, a concoction of a fevered mind, a figment of a deity's imagination?

And thus the wings of the butterfly snap shut. Silence is the remainder.
[NS]Isam
13-10-2005, 23:33
The air never stirred in here.

Centuries had passed since the na'Vodorr had willed new, clean, fresh air into the Hall of Forgiveness. Forgiveness was static, unchanging, a return to a past already done, life, movement and action were the attributes of anger, of hatred, and of destruction. Only through death does a race grow, only through destruction does a person learn, and only through the Blood Path does a Vodorrite grow.

There were no torches in the ancient Hall, no lamps and no open windows - the shutters had not opened since Vodorr had left, bound by the treacherous na'Vodorr Hyrathan. Kho'Hyrathan, Accursed Traitor, had sought the might of Vodorr, but had forgotten the ancient scripts of the First Binding. Even bound, the God could wield power. A new na'Vodorr had arisen and slain the traitor, and after him came another, and another named Taevin. Nine is the sacred number of Vodorr, and with nine lives are the na'Vodorr gifted - the first lost when they first bow to Vodorr, the second when the servant rises as Exalted, and seven left to spend as His arm.

The pale, veined face of the na'Vodorr was faintly visible in the gloom, red eyes watching the room as he thought. A momentary distraction was the distinction between air and incence - for incense still curled amongst the unmoving air in the chamer. Another was the examination of the Loath Mar, Greatsword of the na'Vodorr, which he knew by heart. The Eightstar glowed in the gloom momentarily, the central gem gleaming as an acolyte materialised - there are no doors to the Chamber of Forgiveness.

The acolyte was a young man, with fair hair and what had been a cheerful demeanor. Then the Voice of Manipulation had taken him, turned lustful thoughts to rape, rape to murder, murder to sacrifice. From the moment he had taken the na'Vodorr's steed on a rainy night, within the shadow of an inn with sagging roof and peeling paint, he had been destined to serve the Pale God. The acolyte had talked incessently, never ceasing his witless prattling. Idle chatter is unsuitable within the Grey Halls of Vodorr, and so a needle and thread had been taken to his lips, a Drinking Dagger pressed into his hand. He must sacrifice to live, steal life to gain it, slaughter to survive. When the na'Vodorr deemed him broken to silence, the stitches would be removed.

The fair haired acolyte kneeled, pressed forhead to floor before the throne of Vodorr's Exalted, one hand upraised in a most uncomfortable position. The na'Vodorr ignored him for the count of one hundred, before taking the scroll case and reading the message. A faint sigh escaped pale lips as the Exalted of Vodorr rose, sheathing the Loath Mar and setting his helmet upon his head, his calm voice speaking gently.

"Prepare me travel food, and ready my horse."

The acolyte whimpered to acknowledge the command - and the na'Vodorr mentally added a month of time for the boy to remain with lips sewn shut - and darted to the portal to obey as the na'Vodorr slowly stretched muscles held immobile for the last nine days. For nine times nine days could a na'Vodorr survive without food or water before dwindling. In another nine times nine days he would die of it, growing slowly weaker. The Manipulations of Vodorr were not to be sneered at, although it had been a relatively short fast.

An item had returned to the world, sensed by the Vodorrite priests as its protector died, and the item would be Vodorr's.
Milchama
14-10-2005, 04:36
Queche Von Jamison could not believe he had just come to this ceremony. Sure he was upset that a former leader of the Grand Rangers died but he had barely known and had never served under him. Why had General Eichenmark chose him to go to the ceremony? There were many others above him in the high command who knew Grand Marshall DeLlamalover better than he did, why him?

He put the question to rest and looked around the ceremony, there were many people there but not as much as he would have expected for a great former leader and knight like DeLlamalover. He thought he had saw a few people he knew from his days as a Grand Ranger or his days fighting Mrs. Witch in Krocheland, but he could not find anybody of interest or former friends. He was about to go home when a mysterious girl walked up to him and said, "I believe DeLlamalover has something in his will for you..."
Dar-Kavryn
14-10-2005, 22:32
When Boliad had heard about Sir Algordo's death, he had insisted that they attend the funeral, and the other two hadn't argued. He was the only one of the three that had ever met the man, and he hadn't know him well, but they had happened to be in the area, so it was easy enough to stop there for a few days. Boliad certainly didn't intend to ignore the funeral of one he had once fought beside.

So it was that the three travellers from Dar-Kavryn stood in the crowd while the minister spoke. Boliad was dressed in black to match the solemn occaission, and (for once) virtually unarmed. T'zark T'kahndir wore his normal leather tunic and black cloak, but his scales were dull and his head bowed. The kind-hearted Crimsonscale was very sensitive to emotion, and mourned the death of a stranger almost as much as that of a friend. Verton Dijaal had traded his usual gray for the black of mourning, but he still looked more bored than anything else.

OOC: Sorry about the rushed post - not much time. I won't be able to post over the weekend, and I wanted to get my characters in.
Theao
14-10-2005, 23:02
Kieran, in her most common form that of a lovely young, thought slightly odd, human. Her shoulder length red-tinged black hair hung loose. She was dressed in formal garb, as the mother superior had insisted.

She was here because Sir DeLlamalover was the man who'd origionally found her and brought her to the convent. She thought back in her life, trying yet again to piece-together any semblence of meaning or order to it.
Caladonn
15-10-2005, 03:07
Tramp, tramp. The sounds of two iron shod-boots, a staff, and two leather boots splashed in the mud of the dismal highroad.

A low fog reduced the light of day to that of a gloomy twilight, and the chilly atmosphere only added to the two individual's discomforts.

In appearance, the two were hardly similar.

The first thing you noticed about the one with the iron-shod boots was his height. He was very short, and compact, with a fiery red beard, plate armour that he only partially wore at the moment, and a very large axe. From this, you could even guess his name, Sturdyaxe. Eskil Sturdyaxe. Everything about him displayed the grim skill of a seasoned veteran.

The other person was a man, more than six feet in height, carrying a gnarled staff almost as tall as he was. He wore scarlet robes, kilted up to avoid the mud, and had black hair and green eyes. He, too, had his name suggested by his wizardly demeanour and red apparel: Jerod Brightfire.

The two adventurers trekked along the dismal road, when suddenly, out of the fog, loomed a town wall of solid stone. With an upward glance at the snoring guard Eskil strode through the open gate, followed by Jerod. They ascended the winding road past tudor houses of wattle and daub, most of the shops shut up in the dismal weather.

Soon, they came to a break in the buildings, and came forward to see what it was.
Elkwood
15-10-2005, 15:52
The gloomy wind stirred the crown of a large tree in one corner of the cemetery (an oak perhaps, you couldn’t really tell in the dim and foggy evening light) and caused a few brilliantly red and orange leaves to let go of their branches, drift around briefly in the chilly air, in bright contrast to the otherwise grey world, before inevitably coming to rest on the cold, damp ground.

Below the tree stood a single person; on one shoulder she had a perfectly snow white dove, and on the other an equally black raven, which together wit her serene look of dignified sadness, gave her figure an almost mythological, visionary quality, effectively contrasted by her otherwise mundane appearance.

A mere week ago, she had lived a quiet, happy, let it be not too comfortable, and, in the most common sense of the world, normal life. But then, there might come a time when she would look back at even this part of her existence as comparatively normal.

Presently the dove spoke. His voice had none of the peaceful, angel-like qualities you might associate with the species; it was more of a voice that, in some other universe somewhere, was most commonly encountered at the other point of a gun, often using the word “mother” in an odd context. “Oh, so it’s a cold dark graveyard thing! You don’t worry about that ol’ bugger being dead, Sophie, next thing you know he’ll be coming back, lookin’ for something to drink an a few juicy brains…!”

A week ago a talking dove would have come as a shock to Sophia, even had she not been able to understand what it said.

“Dove, shut up!” the raven said, being an animal that spent most of its life looking for dead things to eat, and the remainder of the time eating, her voice was surprisingly warm and friendly, albeit not at the moment “Show some respect for the dead” she finished.

“Oh, I have no problem respectin’ the dead!” Dove said, “It’s just they’re not very keen on respectin’ my desire to keep my grey cells to meself!”

“Yeah, I guess you need every little one you have” Raven said sourly.

“Quiet, both of you” Sophia said. To her surprise the birds obeyed. “I might not have known Sir DeLlamalover very well (as a matter of fact I didn’t even know how he looked until you showed me that portrait), but he was my father after all… Apparently.”

There was some time of silence before Sophia spoke again.

“Too bad Jeff couldn’t come. He knew my father, didn’t he?”

“The dragon? Yeah, I rather think he did…” Raven said “He’s not very talkative about it though, besides, you wouldn’t really expect a dragon to appear on a place like this, with all those easily frightened noblemen and distant relatives around…”

“Sure would” Dove said “I mean; a little firepower is just what we need if we want to keep our intestines on the places the gods put ‘em…”
[NS]Isam
16-10-2005, 23:55
The na'Vodorr stood at the funeral, plainly dressed in robes of mourning black, his pale head bowed in an imitation of formality. The Loath Mar was hidden nearby, a long and slender dagger concealed within his robes. Just behind and to his left stood one of many Vodorite devotees.

Although plainly dressed, the robes were of a fine weave and finely cut, showing that he was obviously wealthy and probably of noble blood. The presence of a servant enforcing this. His long dark hair was artistically styled, drawn back and clasped by several gold clasps - drawn back in a style that was slightly archaic but was once popular amongst the rich and powerful of the northern kingdoms.

Dark red eyes blinked at the recountings of DeLlamalover's deeds and how he would be missed. If any of these sheep had the faintest idea of what you guarded, Algordo....

He recognised several people present - he had never met, but some things were easy to identify. There was a Ranger, whose training showed through his stance, here a grieving friend of the old man, there a merchant present only to maintain appearances - a merchant who was sleeping with his wife's maid, that showed in his nervous glances at the matron at his side, and his guilty expression when he looked at the young woman attending her. A pitiful attempt at hiding his infidelity. He made a mental note to have the man turned to Vodorr.

The na'Vodorr leaned slightly to one side, whispering to his servant as the coffin was lowered into the ground.

"Tell the others, find the item."

His reddish gaze returned to the funeral as his aide bowed and left.
The Broken Tree
17-10-2005, 22:34
After the many days of traveling he had been forced to endure after being cast out by his people Rolgard Thain finally saw the town. On the far edge of the town was were he knew he must go.

It was this funeral that had started the great debate. The shamens of the Danor Tribe had forseen that the death of this man, a man none of them save one had heard of, would bring great distruction to the outside world. It's just my luck thought Rolgard that my father would be the tribe speaker and then fill my head with these thought of old.

It had been his father who told him what Sir Algordo had been the keeper of and that if it fell into the wrong hands would be the end of the world.

It was when he tried to rally the warriors into gaurding it that the tribe elders decided that they would have no part in this war. Even this did not stop Rolgard's father ant the Elders eventually put him to death and banished his son.

His father's last words to Rolgard were "You must aid the new keeper in any way possible or I fear that all shall be lost"

And now only feet from the cemetary were there was a large congrigation of people did Rolgard ask himself Is this truly worth my father killing himself over? Is it true that there is a great evil here?

And with theses thoughts he sat down to watch and wait for something to happen.
Thy Cleansed Ones
22-10-2005, 15:59
OOC: hey, I'm who was formerly The Cleansed Ones. My account was deleted, so I had to start this one. Sorry for the inconvenience.


Tassuk was tired, soar, and hungry. He had been running from the trackers for 3 days, barely having time to take quick, barely restful sleeps, and having almost no food either.


Tassuk was a bounty hunter,and a theif, and he was quite good at it. Ever since he had turned 2(thats roughly 5 human years) Lavenien years old, he had been trained by Master Scollu, at a ruthless martial arts school for the Lacenien warriors. But Tassuk wasnt happy being ordered around, and had decided to use his training for another skill: breaking and entering, and if need be, breaking others bodies.

But luck had taken a turn for the worse, recently. He was paid to take out one of the kings own captains, and just when he had snuck into the base to do this,and was about to slit his throat in his sleep, something unexpected happened.

This unexpeted occurance happened in the form of the queen. She was in the bed, right beside the captain. Awake. He quickly tried to muffle her screams, but to no avail. At once 3 soldiers burst in.

The good news was, they were so confused as to why the queen was with the captain, that Tassuk had time to use his powerful body to knock 2 of them out immediatly. The other one he tried to spear him, but luckily missed. By inches.

To make a long story short, Tassuk raced out of the castle, and the elite trackers, the Kings Hounds, were alerted.

Back to present:
Tassuk thought he heard voices. Cursing inwardly, he began sprinting again, using his powerful, lithe frame to put distance between him and whoever it was that was after him. But then a horribly placed rock tripped him up, and he hit his head, suffering immediate unconsciousness and concussion. Luckily, he landed under a thick bush. Luck seemed to be with him. The trackers passed him right by. But at the same time, it wasnt.
Thy Cleansed Ones
22-10-2005, 16:35
"Ehhh....."

The tall raven haired man stood up from under the shrubbery. His head felt like it had just been hit head on by a charching bull. He felt weak, and tired.

His first thought was "where am I?" his second thought, as he stumbled out from underneath the cover of the trees, was "who am I?"

He came to a stream and looked at his reflection. He had jet black hair, strong handsome features, bronze skin, and grey-glacier blue eyes. He took off his cloak. On his shoulder he bore the mark of a great cat pouncing on a snake. He carried a vast assortment of weapons, as well as a good bit of currencies. "what do I do?" he spoke aloud. Was he a soldier?

He sat down, and looked over himself. He could talk, think, and he remembered what things were such as arrows, swords, trees, and animals and such, but he could remember anything about himself. He knew that he was a male. He knew that he was powerfully built. Somehow he knew that at the current altitude he could probably run flat out for about half of a mile before his hands began to shake.

Was he insane? Was he married? Did he enjoy chess? Thoughts raced through his mind.

He needed a name. "I'll call myself......" he thought about it for a while, then decided on Panther, because of the black cat he bore on his shoulder. He smiled to himself. Now he had an identity. Sort of.

Before he could figure out more things, a horn blew, a few hundred yards away from him. Two barbed arrow flew past his head. "There he is! Dont let him get away!"

Though his brain didnt know what was happening, his body certainly seemed to. He broke into a swift run, diving over tree stumps and jumping fences. All at once he came upon a medium sized town. Hearing the shout of another man behind him, he quickly whipped out a small dagger and threw it expertly behind him. A man appeared, with the dagger lodged in his chest. He fell.

The pursued after man raced on, tearing into the town. His black clothes helped him hide along the shadows, but somehow inside he knew that they wouldnt help a ton. Turning into a dark alley, he raced through, and ran into...


What appeared to be a funeral. There was no other explanation. The black clothes, the mourning faces. Panther fit right in. And apparently, the guests thought so as well.

"Alexander, your late!" said a woman coming up to him.
Mini Miehm
23-10-2005, 23:42
Chaldriss and Vanyel were among the mourners at the funeral, dressed in formal Whites they stood apart from the black clad group around them, but there was no helping that, it was the only uniform that was suited to this situation.
Thy Cleansed Ones
24-10-2005, 22:35
"Huh?" He replied, looking at the woman questioningly. In his mind, he thought to himself, "Is this my name? Better just try and find out.....without sounding too suspicious.." But before he could say a word, he was pulled along by the woman. "Alexander, you have got to wear better clothes than those ragged things.....come, my sister Furnalda will have some better clothes for you..."


15 minutes later, 'Alexander' was back at the funeral, for the person he didnt know.

While dressing in the nice carriage that the woman, "Furnalda" owned, he had decided that he was almost definently being mistaken for someone else.
The name, the clothes, everything just didnt feel right, but he didn't want to risk going out in the streets again, until far later. The men who were persuing him could still be out there, trying to find his scent.

And so 'Alexander' walked out, dressed now in a very nice----and expensive looking tunic and robe. It was just then that a large man approached him.

"Is your speech ready yet, Lord Alexander?" He inquired. Taken aback, Panther couldn't find words. He was supposed to speak? In front of people he didnt know? He nodded a halfhearted 'yes' (what else could he do?) and was then brought directly to a podium.

Now was not the time to lose his composure, though he was incredibly confused, tired, and nervous.

"WHAT WAS THE MANS NAME???" he glanced around madly. Luckily, on the casket, it said Sir Algordo Montrecana DeLlamalover.

" Sir DeLlamalover was a noble man, loved by all" he began, trying to peice together words. "Im sure, If he was here now, he would be...." and he continued with things like that for a very very short time.

"Anyways, he's in a better place now" he finished awkwardly, though it was obvious his body was in a casket, soon to be lowered underground.

He climbed down from the podium, and went over to the food table, where he then began eating ravenously. He was famished. After he was done, he could plan to get away...


this turned out to be a huge mistake.
Milchama
25-10-2005, 01:08
Von Jamison wondered if this funeral could get any worse. He not only had to endure a weird guy with red eyes constantly looking at him, with a look that seemed to pierce his soul. He also had to deal with talking birds and now a funeral speech that came from a guy who sounded like he never knew the DeLlamalover. At least now the ceremony was over and he could get to the part he had been waiting for... the will reading. He was jumping crazily on the inside.
Thy Cleansed Ones
25-10-2005, 02:37
Panther scarfed down food. All of it was good, and plentiful. Suddenly, he saw a man eyeing him. The man motioned for him to come over. "You arent Alexander" s/he said.


Note:Any person here can confront me(this is my plan for becoming a member of the guardians of the gauntlet)

I'll change this post accordingly, so as not to GodMod.
Mini Miehm
25-10-2005, 19:21
Vanyel and Chaldriss both noted the disturbance over near the food tables, Chaldriss was tempted to ignore it, but Vanyel practically drug him over to see what was going on.

"What, exactly, seems to be the issue here, hmm?"
Elkwood
26-10-2005, 18:14
((OOC: sorry for not posting lately, but I’ve been encumbered by tons of… unfunny stuff. Stuff I probably ought to be working at right now, incidentally, but never mind…))

Sophia had been keeping some distance to the other visitors, not knowing who they were, and having a certain suspicion that quite a few of them might take such ignorance offensively.

Thus, as the guests made it for a rather large building in the vicinity of the church, it took her a few seconds to realize that she ought to follow.

“Hurry up, Sophie” Dove said, jumping quickly up and down on her shoulder “You’ll be missing the juicy stuff”

Raven, already flying towards the building in wide, sweeping circles, eyed Dove depreciatingly as she swept past.

“Referring to brains again, are you?” she asked.

“No, of course not!” Dove said “That’d be bad taste! I was just thinking ‘bout the cakes and suchlike. Not to mention the reading of the will!”

“Please” Raven said “Sophia won’t get anything here. Her lineage is still kind of a secret, remember? I’m sure whatever it is that deLlamalover so desperately wanted to give to his one and only daughter is far to important to be handed out in the open like this. Not that that’s going to stop those who know what they’re looking for, anyway…”

The trio entered the building in silence.
Thy Cleansed Ones
28-10-2005, 02:10
Vanyel and Chaldriss both noted the disturbance over near the food tables, Chaldriss was tempted to ignore it, but Vanyel practically drug him over to see what was going on.

"What, exactly, seems to be the issue here, hmm?"

OOC: are you taking up the part as the person who confronts my char, or are you confronting the person who is confronting my char?
Kablakhul
29-10-2005, 15:01
OOC: Okay, I've never been to a will-reading, so if I post something absurd and unrealistic, let's just remember that this is a make-believe world anyway.

"Well, um..."went the minister,"This is a will, from Sir DeLlamalover, he leaves...um...his house and everything in it to his butler, Doug, who unfortunatly couldn't bew here today. But he leaves the contents of the secret underground chamber beneath his toolshed to Sophia DeLlamalover. Oh, and he gives his dog, FuFu, the sum of twenty shillings in gold.
Mini Miehm
31-10-2005, 00:49
OOC: are you taking up the part as the person who confronts my char, or are you confronting the person who is confronting my char?

OOC: Either one works, you vcan make the confrontor an NPC, and have me deal with it, or make me the confrontor, I don't really care.
Thy Cleansed Ones
31-10-2005, 02:08
Vanyel and Chaldriss both noted the disturbance over near the food tables, Chaldriss was tempted to ignore it, but Vanyel practically drug him over to see what was going on.

"What, exactly, seems to be the issue here, hmm?"


The man turned to them. "This man is an imposter. He is not Lord Alexander. He says he was mistaken, but cannot remember his real name. Am I supposed to honestly believe that?"
Milchama
31-10-2005, 03:14
Von Jamison felt cheated. He thought he was getting in from the will but apparently not. He knew he could do one of two things, one steal from the butler but that felt mean and wrong or he could talk to Sophia and get something from her. He decided to go to Plan B and went to talk to Sophia...
Elkwood
31-10-2005, 13:26
”Told you! Told you!” Dove danced triumphantly on Sophia’s shoulder ”I knew she would be getting something; after all, what else would be the point of bringing her here in the first place?”

“Apart from giving her one last chance to take farewell of her father?” Raven said sardonically “Still, I have to admit I was expecting a little more secrecy on the part of the late DeLlamalover.”

“It might of course be some kind of cunning plan” Sophia said thoughtfully, eying the room for somewhere to sit “Pointing out to everyone that I’m his daughter, and telling them I have access to that, what did he call it, secret chamber, I mean. The enemy’s bound to suspect it’s some kind of trick. In fact, making sure they know precisely where I am might be the best way to divert their attention from me. Whoever they are…”

“Hey Sophia!” Dove said suddenly “Great Eagle to High Command, Great Eagle to High Command, we’ve got company! Who is this strange and mysterious stranger mysteriously approaching us?”
Mini Miehm
01-11-2005, 01:20
The man turned to them. "This man is an imposter. He is not Lord Alexander. He says he was mistaken, but cannot remember his real name. Am I supposed to honestly believe that?"

"There are ways for Heralds to compel the truth, and detect lies, perhaps we should try them on this man..." It wasn't torture, it was magic, the Spell of Truth, and any Herald had the ability to invoke it, though not all could compel truth, they could all detect lies...
Thy Cleansed Ones
05-11-2005, 15:47
"There are ways for Heralds to compel the truth, and detect lies, perhaps we should try them on this man..." It wasn't torture, it was magic, the Spell of Truth, and any Herald had the ability to invoke it, though not all could compel truth, they could all detect lies...

"Then to the Heralds we can go." Replied the man. "I am Lord Kanor III. Lord DeLlamalover was a good friend of mine, and I dont want him to be disgraced by this....this...."

"I have already told you, I have no idea who I am, where I come from, or anything, so fine, I will see these 'Heralds,' and maybe this can all be sorted out!" Panther exploded. "I am not some criminal, or perhaps I am, but I came
here because I woke and found myself being chased by a bunch of mercenaries, or soldiers, or trackers or something. I ran into the funeral to try and hide, and some woman mistook me for some Lord Alexander. What was I supposed to do, go back out into the danger of the woods?"

"So right now, I could care less going to a Herald, but maybe if they can help my memory....." and with that, he agreed to go with them.
Mini Miehm
09-11-2005, 20:37
"Then to the Heralds we can go." Replied the man. "I am Lord Kanor III. Lord DeLlamalover was a good friend of mine, and I dont want him to be disgraced by this....this...."

"I have already told you, I have no idea who I am, where I come from, or anything, so fine, I will see these 'Heralds,' and maybe this can all be sorted out!" Panther exploded. "I am not some criminal, or perhaps I am, but I came
here because I woke and found myself being chased by a bunch of mercenaries, or soldiers, or trackers or something. I ran into the funeral to try and hide, and some woman mistook me for some Lord Alexander. What was I supposed to do, go back out into the danger of the woods?"

"So right now, I could care less going to a Herald, but maybe if they can help my memory....." and with that, he agreed to go with them.

"You have no need to go anywhere, either of you, but if you have lost your memory there is nothing we can do with you, that would require a Mindhealer, or an Empath, and neither of us fits the bill. On the other hand, if you are be persecuted for no reason that you are aware of, then you are welcome to our protection. I am Vanyel Ashkevron, first Herald-Mage of Valdemar, and the Kings Own Herald, and this is my associate Chaldriss, Lord Marshall's Herald, whatever yor problem, we can most likely help you."
Thy Cleansed Ones
09-11-2005, 21:51
When the man who was questioning Panther heard this, he seemed to shrink. "He's your problem, then" he said, as he hurried away.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm glad that you understand my situation. I'm hoping my memory will come back in time, but until then, I have been calling myself Panther."
Mini Miehm
09-11-2005, 23:33
When the man who was questioning Panther heard this, he seemed to shrink. "He's your problem, then" he said, as he hurried away.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm glad that you understand my situation. I'm hoping my memory will come back in time, but until then, I have been calling myself Panther."

"It is good to meet you Panther, tell me, do you remember anything? Anything at all that would give us a clue as to where to begin?"

OOC: When in doubt, clue in on the plot line for memories.
Thy Cleansed Ones
11-11-2005, 22:21
hey all I'll be gone over the weekend, so if someone wants to they can control my character, as long as it isnt anything too crazy, or something.
Kablakhul
12-11-2005, 19:30
hey all I'll be gone over the weekend, so if someone wants to they can control my character, as long as it isnt anything too crazy, or something.
OOC:Can I have him eaten by singing, dancing lizard-men?:D

IC:Suddenly, a bunch of strange creatures bust into the scene, semmingly from out of nowhere. They looked vaugley like men in armor, bur they had long snouts, reptilian eyes, and were covered in green scales. Each stood about seven feet high.

The smallest one said,"We are lizard-men!"

The others repeated in chorus,"We are lizard-men!"

Suddenly, they all burst into song. They grabbed each others arms and began a do-see-do, chanting:

We are lizard-men!
Today we rejoice!
For in five days, our god returns,
Depending on a choice!
We are lizard-men!
We like to eat people!
Please, don't kill us,
or you'll anger the forces of evil!

OOC:Am I creative, or what?
Thy Cleansed Ones
13-11-2005, 21:23
OOC:Can I have him eaten by singing, dancing lizard-men?:D

IC:Suddenly, a bunch of strange creatures bust into the scene, semmingly from out of nowhere. They looked vaugley like men in armor, bur they had long snouts, reptilian eyes, and were covered in green scales. Each stood about seven feet high.

The smallest one said,"We are lizard-men!"

The others repeated in chorus,"We are lizard-men!"

Suddenly, they all burst into song. They grabbed each others arms and began a do-see-do, chanting:

We are lizard-men!
Today we rejoice!
For in five days, our god returns,
Depending on a choice!
We are lizard-men!
We like to eat people!
Please, don't kill us,
or you'll anger the forces of evil!

OOC:Am I creative, or what?


Panther glanced at the two of his new companions, in an "are you serious?" way. But though the lizardmen sang, they did look slightly formidable. He hadnt been able to carry any of the really menacing weapons from his other clothes, he had left them in th carriage, but he still had a blackjack(mini-mace type weapon), a dagger in his boot, one on his thigh, and he also carried some small throwing weapons.

He sat back and waited to see what would happen.
Milchama
13-11-2005, 22:14
Von Jamison had seen these lizard men before, he remembered them from his wars against Wushmar who had employed their services. He quickly grabbed Sofia threw her under a bush and said, "Don't move they're after you."

He then took out his swand (combo of sword and wand) and got ready to defend the funeral with the help of some mysterious guy next to him.
The Broken Tree
14-11-2005, 21:01
seeing the crazed lizardmen Rolgard calmly steped out of the shadows behind the biggest one. Pulling out a small needle he dipped into a mix of herbs he knew would put anything short of a dragon to sleep he shoved it into the kneck of lizardman. Knowing that this would most likely upset them he also pulled out a cudle and preparded to crack a few skulls.
Mini Miehm
15-11-2005, 00:25
Vanyel and Chaldriss both drew their swords, and Vanyel tapped into the nearest Magical Node, preparing to either attack or defend as might become necessary.
Dar-Kavryn
15-11-2005, 01:55
Boliad drew a long dagger, watching the lizardmen calmly. T'zark's right hand closed on his sword hilt, and Verton began muttering a spell under his breath.
Thy Cleansed Ones
16-11-2005, 03:31
seeing the crazed lizardmen Rolgard calmly steped out of the shadows behind the biggest one. Pulling out a small needle he dipped into a mix of herbs he knew would put anything short of a dragon to sleep he shoved it into the kneck of lizardman. Knowing that this would most likely upset them he also pulled out a cudle and preparded to crack a few skulls.

Panther sighed. Now that one of the lizardmen were down, a fight would most definently insue, whereas it might have possibly been avoided. He got into a fighting stance, (not knowing how he knew how to fight) and brought out both dirks, twirling them expertly.

"Definently in some kind of fighting career, then" he thought to himself, and waited.
Kablakhul
18-11-2005, 01:12
When the large lizard-man fell, the small one smiled. Or so it appeared; making faces took on a whole new level in the absence of cheeks.

"Now, what did we just sshay?" the tiny leader asked. Each lizard-man (seven in all not counting the unconsious one) exposed their retractible talons and broke formation. Serious butt-kicking ensued.
Mini Miehm
18-11-2005, 01:57
When the large lizard-man fell, the small one smiled. Or so it appeared; making faces took on a whole new level in the absence of cheeks.

"Now, what did we just sshay?" the tiny leader asked. Each lizard-man (seven in all not counting the unconsious one) exposed their retractible talons and broke formation. Serious butt-kicking ensued.

Vanyel cut loose with a Levinbolt, effectively a channeled bolt of raw magic, that coincidentally resembled lightning to a disturbing degree, he also went for the apparent leader in an up close confrontation with his longsword, hopefully his hit-and-move style would be useful against the rather large, but likely rather slow, lizardmen.

Chaldriss, on the other hand, waited for a little backup to arrive, his Companion, Kantor, was quite possibly the largest of the Stallions in the herd, and he was also the most violent, and, since he had to go through the lizardmen to reach Chaldriss, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing at all...
Milchama
19-11-2005, 00:31
Von Jamison stayed back and hoped to only protect Sofia. He knew she was the key to what they were looking for after all she was the one who was awarded the basement. Whatever these mercenaries wanted was in the basement.

He then told the guy in front of him, like a general, "Attack! don't just stand there out flank them."
Thy Cleansed Ones
19-11-2005, 18:03
Von Jamison stayed back and hoped to only protect Sofia. He knew she was the key to what they were looking for after all she was the one who was awarded the basement. Whatever these mercenaries wanted was in the basement.

He then told the guy in front of him, like a general, "Attack! don't just stand there out flank them."

Though Panther was annoyed at the guy trying to order him around (seeing as he was just about to attack anyways) he jumped into the fray, dealing a crippling spinning kick to the head of the first oncoming Lizardman. Another hissed and stabbed at his back, but he ducked, parried, and stabbed, all in one fluid movement. He wasnt thinking. Everything was all instinct, as well as forgotten skill.

All at once he got hit in the shoulder,the lizardman was using his tail as a blunt club. Their skin was thick, and even though the lizardman had been stabbed, he was still up. But he was slower than Panther. Like his name, Panther sprang like a big cat, knocking the Lizard down. "Lets see how thick your throat is" He said, and slit it.
Kablakhul
20-11-2005, 03:21
OOC: What planet is this taking place on where lizards move slowly? In my experience, lizards tend to move rather quickly, but I guess it's too late now

IC:A large lizardman standing next to the leader caught Vanyel's longsword with his raw hand. Twisting it, he pulled the weapon right out of the sorceror/warrior's grasp, ready to use it as his own. Meanwhile the small leader darted(well, perhaps 'darted' isn't the right word, considering the nature of these critters) towards Sophia and Jamison in the distraction.

The lizardman leader turned to Jamison and lounged at him, cat-style.

OOC:Five lizardmen remain.
Thy Cleansed Ones
20-11-2005, 21:24
OOC: What planet is this taking place on where lizards move slowly? In my experience, lizards tend to move rather quickly, but I guess it's too late now

IC:A large lizardman standing next to the leader caught Vanyel's longsword with his raw hand. Twisting it, he pulled the weapon right out of the sorceror/warrior's grasp, ready to use it as his own. Meanwhile the small leader darted(well, perhaps 'darted' isn't the right word, considering the nature of these critters) towards Sophia and Jamison in the distraction.

The lizardman leader turned to Jamison and lounged at him, cat-style.

OOC:Five lizardmen remain.


OOC: my bad, you just made it appear that they were big and bulky, so i was kind of skeptical before i put that, but whats done is done, I suppose.

3 lizardmen of the 8 were down, Panther noted. He needed some of the bigger weaponry he had in the carriage, because it was taking too long. They had annoyingly thick skin. He hoped everyone would be fine without him.

He rushed off, as fast as he could, toward the carriage.
Kablakhul
20-11-2005, 23:16
One of the lizardmen tried to catch up with Panther, but the guy was just too fast.
Milchama
21-11-2005, 04:14
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The lizardman leader turned to Jamison and lounged at him, cat-style.


Jamison quickly counter attacked as he struck the lizards weapon out of his hand and lunged as he tried to stab him with his sword. The lizardman caught his lunge and almost knocked his wand out of his hand (his weapon can be changed from wand, sword, to swand as he wants. You can choose what weapon he has.) but Von Jamison jumped back and shot a little blast to knock the lizard backwards. He then outmaneuvered the lizard and got the lizard guessing that Von Jamison would stab him from the right side. He was wrong as Von Jamison feigned right and stabbed the lizards right in his heart killing him immediately. He then decided to leave Sofia and join the fray.
Mini Miehm
21-11-2005, 18:47
OOC: What planet is this taking place on where lizards move slowly? In my experience, lizards tend to move rather quickly, but I guess it's too late now

IC:A large lizardman standing next to the leader caught Vanyel's longsword with his raw hand. Twisting it, he pulled the weapon right out of the sorceror/warrior's grasp, ready to use it as his own. Meanwhile the small leader darted(well, perhaps 'darted' isn't the right word, considering the nature of these critters) towards Sophia and Jamison in the distraction.

The lizardman leader turned to Jamison and lounged at him, cat-style.

OOC:Five lizardmen remain.


OOC: Lizardmen generally ARE slow, much slower than the LKizards they're vaguely related to at least... Anyway, point is, Lizardmen are bruisers, they are not very good at hit-and-run, actually, the small one should be pretty fast, but the rest... not so much.

IC:

"Oh Come On!!! Are you really that stupid? I mean, honestly, I just fried your buddy, and you think I really need a sword to take you out?" Vanyel gathered his energy and lashed out with a different attack this time, liquid fire, much more controllable than a Fireball, and without the blast radius, the napalm-like spell flowed through the air towards the doomed lizardman.

The Lizardman Leader was about to get a surprise, specifically, a very large, very white, very equinoform surprise, coming in at a full gallop, Kantor charged at the lunging Lizardman...
Dar-Kavryn
21-11-2005, 19:21
OOC: Crimsonscales, just so everyone knows, are fast...

The three adventurers from Dar-Kavryn had planned for combat in a mixed group, like this: Boliad and T'zark would carve up any enemies that approached, while Verton stayed behind them, keeping an eye on the rest of the fight, and helping wherever he was needed. They hadn't planned on Boliad being close to weaponless, but this was just a minor problem.

One lizardman charged Boliad, claws gleaming. He caught his enemy's right hand with his left, squeezing hard to keep his opponent from closing taloned fingers on his hand, and deflected the reptile's left hand upwards with elbow. Moving closer, Boliad stabbed with his long dagger, trying to slide it between his enemy's sturdy scales.

T'zark snatched out his slightly curved sword and darted forward, slashing at a lizardman that was approaching Boliad from the left. Verton watched the battle, trying to judge where he could be most useful. Lightning crackled along his staff.
Kablakhul
21-11-2005, 23:07
The small lizardman leader decided to retreat. He glanced at Sophia, who was just standing where she was five feet away from him, apparently having not logged on in some time. Just a small girl, the lizardman thought, Ha, that is supposed to be the Black One's greatest enemy? He could pick her up leaving, but her weight would definatley slow him down. This would have to wait.

Meanwhile, the three remaining lizardmen had to leave; these folk obviously had no problem with killing fellow sentients. Humans usually did not.

"Retreat!,"the leader shouted,"retreat!" All of the lizardmen broke their battles and ran north at their maximum speed, which was not very fast
Mini Miehm
22-11-2005, 00:53
The small lizardman leader decided to retreat. He glanced at Sophia, who was just standing where she was five feet away from him, apparently having not logged on in some time. Just a small girl, the lizardman thought, Ha, that is supposed to be the Black One's greatest enemy? He could pick her up leaving, but her weight would definatley slow him down. This would have to wait.

Meanwhile, the three remaining lizardmen had to leave; these folk obviously had no problem with killing fellow sentients. Humans usually did not.

"Retreat!,"the leader shouted,"retreat!" All of the lizardmen broke their battles and ran north at their maximum speed, which was not very fast

"Let them go, we may be able to catch them, but what would be the point? I want to know why they came here in the first place, and I believe the answer lies with you sir," He turned to lok at Jamison, "What is so important about this girl that you were willing to give your life to protect her?"
Milchama
22-11-2005, 01:34
"Let them go, we may be able to catch them, but what would be the point? I want to know why they came here in the first place, and I believe the answer lies with you sir," He turned to lok at Jamison, "What is so important about this girl that you were willing to give your life to protect her?"

Jamison replied quickly to the stranger saying, "I don't know what is so important about the girls but I know the lizardmen. They are mercenaries and whoever they are working for right now wants Sofia for her inheritance. We need to protect her so that whoever does not get what they want." He then proposed a force to look after Sofia. He then turned to Sofia and asked, "Do you know what was in Dellamalover's basement?"
Dar-Kavryn
22-11-2005, 01:47
"Why not ask one of them? Töl vêrath kädrek!"

A beam of blue light shot from Verton's staff toward the lizardman that seemed to be the leader. If nothing stopped the spell from taking effect, the creature would be lifted into the air and held immobile.
The Broken Tree
22-11-2005, 20:48
Seeing one of the three retraeting forms get struck by a blue light and halt Rolgard decided that these things must be stopped before they reported back to thier masters. If they were allowed to tell of what happened here a much larger force would soon arrive.

With amazing speed he dashed over to the nearest tree, made the five foot jump to a suitable branch, and let loose the arrow he had nochted on the run. The shaft flew true and struck one of the remaining Lizard-men.

Before he could draw the next shot the remaining Lizard-man ducked into the shelter of the forest.

"Lost him," he muttered under his breath and shouting to the others, "We must go now! Sophia you are in grave danger. I have not the time to explain who I am. All you need to know is that you must grab your father's treasure and flee. I shall come and any who wish may follow, I fear that we will need all the help we can get."

OOC: If this gives away too much of the plot or is going to fast just ignore it and I'll edit it later.
Kablakhul
22-11-2005, 23:38
The leader hung suspended in the air. He seemed to be on a plate, but just then something that was, to say the least, really weird happened. Fist, the creature's eyes started glowing red, and then he smiled (at least so much as a reptile can smile).

"Well," he said. His voice seemed diffent now. "It seems I have been caught. In retrospect, a lizardman who could speak like a human did seem a little conspicious."
Thy Cleansed Ones
24-11-2005, 03:30
Panther by now had returned, a cruel assortment of steel around him, not to be used. He was now staring at a lizardman, speaking blatant human language, and a completely non-reptilian voice.
Kablakhul
24-11-2005, 03:52
"Wizard,"continued the lizardman-looking thing,"If you would put me down now, I would be most appreciative...and mercifull." There was a trembling in his voice and in his body.
Mini Miehm
24-11-2005, 16:59
"Wizard,"continued the lizardman-looking thing,"If you would put me down now, I would be most appreciative...and mercifull." There was a trembling in his voice and in his body.

"If he puts you down, I'll just pick you up again... Whatever you are, you are no match for all of us, free or not..."
Kablakhul
24-11-2005, 20:51
Then the lizardman-looking thing's skin fell off. For many of the guests, this was the most disgusting sight they had ever seen.
Mini Miehm
25-11-2005, 16:43
Then the lizardman-looking thing's skin fell off. For many of the guests, this was the most disgusting sight they had ever seen.

"You are undead, no matter, I have faced your like before, and I am still alive..."
Kablakhul
25-11-2005, 17:23
"Undead? No; I am more alive than you." the creature responded. Then the muscles fell off. Beneath the scaly reptilian exterior was a small yet muscular, naked man with glowing red eyes. No longer did his voice have an odd two-voices-at-once quality when he said,"Put me down, wizard. It's in your best interest."
The Zombie Alliance
27-11-2005, 02:10
Hey, I'm Kablakhul. No, really. Yes, I'm serious! Why are you looking at me like that? What? I AM KABLAKHUL!!! My old profile was deleted, so I registered this puppet nation onto the forum. So remember-The Zombie Alliance=Kablakhul.
Dar-Kavryn
28-11-2005, 22:05
Verton raised one hand, pointing at the strange being that had been wearing the lizardman's form, then lowered it slowly. The red-eyed man settled to the ground, blue light forming a circle around him.

"You are down, but do not think you're free. You will not be permitted to attack us, nor to escape. Now, who are you?"

Boliad and T'zark moved to stand beside their companion, a tiny crossbow appearing near the Crimsonscale's wrist. Waves of glowing red flickered across his black scales as he placed a shimmering dart in the weapon.

OOC: Sorry to hear about your nation. What happened?
The Zombie Alliance
28-11-2005, 23:27
OOC: If misspelled my passord once and paniced. I clicked the "forgotten your password?" button and my password was changed as an e-mail was sent to me telling me what it was changed to. The next day, I checked my e-mail and was notified by my spam-blocker that,"We have blocked 1 spam." It was my mom's idea to change to the Ultra-Super-Secure-Spam-Proof-AOL-Security-Edidtion. It blocks messages from my cousin and girlfriend, too.

The moral of this story: improper spelling can lead to the fall of civilizations.

IC: The man replied,"I am the messanger, the emissary, the harbringer of YOUR DOOM! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!" with his most maniacle laugh,"I am the loyal servant of the Black One. The Black One shall rule soon, and I am sure that you will be the first on his 'people to exact revenge on now that I rule the world list.'"
Mini Miehm
29-11-2005, 00:06
"Can I just kill him now, please, I mean honestly, the black one??? What the hell kind of Dark God is that?"

"Chaldriss, shut up, just because he is either retarded, insane, or both does not mean his God is not dangerous."
Thy Cleansed Ones
30-11-2005, 03:53
OOC: If misspelled my passord once and paniced. I clicked the "forgotten your password?" button and my password was changed as an e-mail was sent to me telling me what it was changed to. The next day, I checked my e-mail and was notified by my spam-blocker that,"We have blocked 1 spam." It was my mom's idea to change to the Ultra-Super-Secure-Spam-Proof-AOL-Security-Edidtion. It blocks messages from my cousin and girlfriend, too.

The moral of this story: improper spelling can lead to the fall of civilizations.

IC: The man replied,"I am the messanger, the emissary, the harbringer of YOUR DOOM! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!" with his most maniacle laugh,"I am the loyal servant of the Black One. The Black One shall rule soon, and I am sure that you will be the first on his 'people to exact revenge on now that I rule the world list.'"

OC:something like that happened to me. I used the be The Cleansed Ones.i just didnt log in for too long, and it deleted mine autimatically.

IC: Panther drew his weapons. Though he appeared slightly insane, he still looked formidable, even though he was very small compared to him.
Dar-Kavryn
30-11-2005, 05:30
OOC: Ouch, that stinks. There should be some way to turn the filter off, you'd think. TCO, you could get your old nation revived by the Mods, if you want.

IC:
"I don't see why your master should seek revenge against us. You certainly did not identify yourself before this little conflict began. Still, if that's the case, wouldn't we be well advised to kill you now, before you identify us?"
The Zombie Alliance
02-12-2005, 01:22
OOC: Ouch, that stinks. There should be some way to turn the filter off, you'd think. TCO, you could get your old nation revived by the Mods, if you want.

IC:
"I don't see why your master should seek revenge against us. You certainly did not identify yourself before this little conflict began. Still, if that's the case, wouldn't we be well advised to kill you now, before you identify us?"
The guy had a good point. The evil midget could not let him know that though, so he said, "What I meant was, well... Oh! That once you kill me, you will be on the List. Yes, that's what I meant. MWAHAHAHAhahahaha!!!"
The Zombie Alliance
05-12-2005, 03:02
*bump*

So, is this RP dead now, or what?
Dar-Kavryn
05-12-2005, 20:57
The pause, of course, did not go unnoticed... Verton simply scoffed.

Twirling his dagger skillfully, Boliad stepped forward.

"Well, let's have some answers. Why did you come here?"
The Zombie Alliance
07-12-2005, 03:10
The pause, of course, did not go unnoticed... Verton simply scoffed.

Twirling his dagger skillfully, Boliad stepped forward.

"Well, let's have some answers. Why did you come here?"
"I have come for the girl," explained the wierdo, nodding towards Sophia, who would be taken over by the host if she did not do somthing soon.
Dar-Kavryn
08-12-2005, 01:25
OOC: Nice to see that there's still someone else involved, but the midget-guy's still enclosed in a magical prison...

IC:
"Oh? What's so important about her?" Verton asked, keeping his voice calm.
The Zombie Alliance
08-12-2005, 23:17
Von Jamison quickly stepped in front of Sophia and shot a small blast toward him. He then came charging with his sword and they got engaged in a great dual.

Von Jamison ducked right and tried to stab the beast but the beast blocked Queche's blow and slashed at him with this claw (he does have a claw right?) Von Jamison quickly ducked and used his superior speed to get behind his back and stabbed his sword into thin air. The beast had apparently dissapeared but where?
OOC: Beast? Claw? The lizard-man turned into a crazy, naked midget. Pay attention!
Milchama
09-12-2005, 04:21
OOC: crazy midgets can have claws (long fingernails at the least) also I asked if he had claws you could just respond no. As for calling him beast how about we'll just go with that was a figure of speech because Von Jamison still thought of him as a lizard beast from before he was turned into his current state. And anyway i just realized that entire post was useless and will be deleted.
The Zombie Alliance
11-12-2005, 00:33
"Oh? What's so important about her?" Verton asked, keeping his voice calm.
"That is of no concern to you," said the short, naked, and very evil wierdo.
Dar-Kavryn
12-12-2005, 21:43
"Ah, but it is." Boliad replied.

"Naturally, we don't want a dark god or some such as an enemy..." Verton added.

"But it certainly wouldn't be the first time." said Boliad, with an incredibly wicked grin.

"So I think it would be best all around if you told us what we want to know, yes?" finished Verton.
The Zombie Alliance
13-12-2005, 00:00
Now the wierdo was getting really frustrated. "I cannot tell you, and if you would make the Black One your enemy, then it would be best for all present if you killed me now. You should not want Him to find of your opposition, and I do not want to live having failed Him so," the Wierdo(now with a capital "W") told them.
The Zombie Alliance
16-12-2005, 18:14
Bump-bumpy-bump-bump. Bumpbump!
The Zombie Alliance
18-12-2005, 15:24
Bumbumbumbummm! Bump-bumbumbum! Bumbumbum-bumbumbumum-bumpabumpummm!