forgotten world

[Guest]

OOC: Oh how very gruesome(Sp?) I think I'm going to save Godfrey. I'm beginning to like the guy. Call it pity!

IC:

Godfrey watches as the man just stands there. "KILL THEM I SAID!" He yells again. The man barely reacts in time as Perrin charges. The man sidesteps Perrins blow and slices Perrin with his scimitar.

Thurstor, confidently moves forward. His sword held in front of him to parry any thrust. Godfrey watches as Perrin collapses and then turns to Thurstor. He stares up at the huge man and slowly backs away. Godfrey holds a sword in one hand and draws a large dagger with the other. "Come on Idiot. I'm going to enjoy this." Godfrey sneers. Godfrey continues to back up until he can't back up anymore. He stops, his back rested against the stables across from the tavern. Master Rodge lays on the ground nearby, unconcious from the pain.

Without warning a arrow thumps and strikes Thurstor in the back, just below his shoulder. Thurstor turns and sees a man with a bow. Standing by the Tavern. He's already notching another arrow. Thurstor swings his massive sword towards Godfrey to keep him away. Godfrey smiles. Instead of rushing the giant, he turns and runs. Thurstor turns to see where Godfrey is as another arrow lodges into his left arm, just above the elbow.

"ARGH!" Thurstor yells. He raises the sword straight over his head and brings it down. When it's level with his chest, he releases. The sword sails through the air and hits the man with the bow. The sword goes clean through the mans chest all the way up to the hilt. The man stands there and looks down at the sword handle for a second He then drops his bow and falls over backwards. His shoulder blade breaks the fall and props the man up at about a sixty degree angle. Slowly the man slides down the sword.

Thurstor pulls the arrow from his upper arm and tosses it aside and glances over at where Perrin had been. He finds himself facing a bear. The bear is eating the constables man. He looks over and sees Revlin and the pretty elf are still safe. He goes to retrieve his sword.

OOC:I might bring Godfrey back later. For now, though, he's gone.

 

[chewbacca71]

Perrin looks around the clearing and sees other sources of food. Good, he is hungry. The red haired giant would make a meal for days. Suddenly, a slight white haired elf comes and stands in front of the bear. This elf looks familiar to Perrin . He recognized his lord. Perrin is able to control his instincts and starts to change back to a human. The pain is unbearable (pun intended) but somehow he struggles on. When the change is complete, the wound in his thigh is healed. Relvin looks on at the already healed wound in wonder.

Revlin says "Wow, now that is a way to quickly heal a wound. But, I would hate to put up with all the fleas. "

 

[DRxBlue]

Not MIA, but helpless so far

ic: Starkynde watches from the Other World cursing the magic of Exandor which leaves him unable to help his new-found friends. He watches, as if through a window, as the battle develops. He hopes to find a way to aid the valiant party, but when it comes to close up slaughter, without a human form he is useless.

He can be of more aid, if the band get away from the town and out into the vast barren lands to the North.

ooc: DAMN that Exandor! Not much help for now, except fot the bugs & bats, but ye'll be glad of my aid before you hit the Swamps of Grympyn. Carry On! & Tally Ho too!

 

[Guest]

Thurstor pulls his sword from the body of the archer who had put two arrows into him. The man's body made a horrid squishing sound as it thumped onto the gravel covered road. Thurstor examined the blade, satisfied, he slid the blade into it's scabbard moved over to where Perrin and Revlin were waiting. "Master Perrin, would you be so kind as ta remove the arrow from mah back?" He asks, turning his back to Perrin showing the arrow still lodged just below his shoulderblade. "Is da pretty elf lady okay?" He asks Revlin.

OOC: Okay, I've led long enough. One of you all take it from here. You know the way out of town.

 

[Arc da Rat]

Trilla ... & friend

OOC: Eeeuw gross. I can even picture, what Thrustor did.

IC:
Trilla slowly opens her eyes & takes a look around. Revlin crouched next to her, Perrin & Sorian stand in front of her & Illynya stand off to the side with a hand over her mouth. I whisper soft to the kender, "Friend Revlin, Did the spell work." She tries to sit up but is too weak. It the price she has to pay, ||"I must stand my friend need me."||

She gathers her remaining strength & slowly sits up dislodging the blanket covering her. Pain streaks thru her head, "Oh!" She gets a better look around & sees the dismembered guard. "By the Dragon!" She passes out from the carnage rather than the pain.

::Her body go limp for a second::

She instead stands & speaks in a otherly masculine voice *Be not alarmed. Trilla has not seen sights the likes of these. She be sleep, thy will help ye in her place till she be well.* A slight frown forms on her face. She looks at each member of this party with brightly silvered eyes.

*But thy has mis-spoken, thy be her guardian, her guide in things. Thy have not needed to protect her in this way. She be a clever child.* She smiles & then turns to the giant at the sound of his voice. *Thee need tending, friend Thurstor.* She goes over to him then pulls the arrow with no problem. Mummoring a prayer, his arrow wounds heal.

She turns to the kender, *Friend Revlin, ye wounds not all be healed.* Trilla moves closer to him & mummors another prayer & the kender is healed. It's is obvious that the guardian is a more powerful being but the motion it takes makes one think that it be not human.

*Friends, thou must be off. For thy senses more trouble a foot, if thou stays. Thy suggests going north, thou's answers lie there. Do not asks for more thy can not say.*

OOC: Okies, I am making this up as I go along. So shoot me if it don't jive with what has gone before. Writing this is hard but fun work. i have been playing another character soo much that if my style of writing changes a bit, I appologies in advance.

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Alright I'm throwing two characters in, one good and one evil. They're actually two characters I already created from previous threads so if they sound familar, there's a reason.

1. Name: Leslie Korr

Class: Barbarian

Descrip: Big muscular guy, completely bald, missing teeth. He is heavily scarred from years of hunting. He wears weathered leather armor and boots, with a simple cloth headband and leather wristbands. He was somewhat of a nomad, living in caves, wrestling with bears. When he uses a weapon, he prefers a heavey broad sword.
Though incredibly strong he's quite brash and not as indestructable as he thinks, often injuring himself. He also likes his alchol, making him somewhat of a liability when he's drunk.

He also hates when people call him Leslie. He goes by the name of Korr, often getting into fights when people unknowingly call him Leslie.

2. Khan

Descrip: Tall muscular creature. Skin is a bone white color. has long black hair and red eyes. Wears a blue komno with the sleeves ripped off and black pants.

Carries a huge broad sword and a small blade. Can render himself invisible for tracking purposes. He's an excellent tracker and is usually used as somewhat of an assasin. Has been seen talking to himself (will be made clearer later.)

I'll bring them in shortley.

 

[Arc da Rat]

Trilla greetings ...

OOC: woot! glad to have ya on PM.

 

[DRxBlue]

Long Distance Wizard watches in fascination

ooc:Welcome aboard!

Looks like there's no reason to avoid battle with a crew like this, or the taverns either.

i can play them into hypnosis, Revlin can pick their pockets, Perrin, Thurstor and Leslie...uuh KORR can drink the place dry!

 

[PmTick]

Somewhere by the tavern

THE LEADER OF THE PACK

A collection of on lookers surrounded Korr and his sparring partners. None of them have probably ever seen a man wrestle with a wolf before, let alone three of them, but for Korr this was just another way to earn his keep. (Nomadic Barbarians such as Korr don't believe in currency)

The three wild beasts sprand into action, pouncing on Korr and sinking their teeth into his flesh. Korr quickly grabbed one of them by the neck and tossed it to the side. A second wolf was kicked backwards and the final, large wolf was simply pushed away. The wolves again advanced on Korr, he knew what had to be done. The only way to stop a wolf pack attack is to beat their leader, he was guessing the larger one was the leader.

Ignoring the other two beasts who were pouncing on his back, Korr wrapped his hands around the lead wolf's jaw, holding it shut and cutting off it's air supply. As soon as the wolf let out its first whelp, the other two wolves back off, they knew they had been beaten.

The crowd cheered as Korr wiped the blood off his newly formed scars. For him these scars represented badges of honor, making him somewhat of an elite beast lord. Korr looked back over to his competitors, who were now enclosed in some sort of wooden fence, being prepared for slaughter. He ran over and smashed the fence, looking at the wolves and growling a bit, as if he were communicating with them. The wolves immediatly ran into the woods, disappearing from view. "DO NOT BOTHER THE CREATURES!!!", he yelled, quelling the crowd who was getting upset that Korr let their meal escape.

He entered the tavern and started downing mugs of beer, two at a time. A reward after an afternoon workout.

 

[PmTick]

A Maosoluem Near the Escape Chamber

Tomb Raider

Khan smashed through the last layer of marble, finally locating the master thief's tomb. "Ahhh yes the gems are here, I can feel it. Well hurry up and retrieve it." His alabaster skin glittered in the torch light as Khan lifted the cover to the scarcoughogus (don't know how to spell it) open revealing the remains of Cage, the king of thieves.

Tossing the remains aside, Khan searched for the sachel of gems he was sent to find, turning up empty. "Grrrrr could it have been discovered already? I told you we should have left earlier!! Wait perhaps the thieves raided the tomb. The thieves radied their own masters tomb? Yea why not? Well we better find it before the master gets upset. Let's start looking in the village."

Khan ran back outside, heading toward civilization, muttering to himself the entire time.

 

[chewbacca71]

welcome

OOC: Welcome to the thread PmTick. Those characters are going to be a good addition to this whole shebang. Also, now that we have Korr also, there is plenty of testostorone to go around for everyone. LOL

Perrin hears the voice coming from Trilla with some trepidation, he is intrigued by the voice, but also scared. Thurstor seems to be all healed after the encounter as well as Revlin. Of course, his wounds do not need tending after his change. What a mighty group of adventurers has he thrown his lot in with. Sorian has not even taken part in the fighting and Perrin has seen how powerful he is.

Perrin looks to Sorian. "My lord, where shall we go? Do we listen to Trilla or do you have another destination in mind? " Sorian has a faraway look on his face for a minute. "We shall go north as we are advised. I see no reason not to. Everyone saddle up, we ride to the north. Perrin, set the order. "

Perrin nods his head at his liege lord. "Alright everyone, I will take the lead, with Sorian by my side. Then Trilla and Revlin, followed by Thurstor and Illynya. Illynya , we need you senses to make sure we have no pursuit and we need Thurstor for a rear guard. Is everyone all set to go? Good, to the North we ride."

 

[chewbacca71]

Revlin can not believe that the battle is over so quickly. He has joined a strong band of adventurers. He feels much more secure now with the group of strangers. Listening to Sorian, he seeks out his mount, a small pony. The pony was grey with white streaks in his mane and forelocks. "Well, you dont look like the smartest animal so I will call you Stupid." After saying this, Revlin gives the pony a small piece of carrot and climbs up on its back. He asks Perrin ,"Where are we going up towards the North? I have quite a collection of maps that you can look at. "

 

[Guest]

OOC: Welcome to the party Tick. Glad you're here.

IC:

With the arrows removed Thurstor turned his attention to the pretty elf now sitting up and then fainting again. Thurstor chuckles at the poor Elf. He is about to volunteer to carry her but then, without problem, she rises and speaks. It confuses Thurstor, but he knows these Magiks will sometime do that. He listens quietly. He's amazed when his wounds and his pain vanish.

The decision is made to head north. Thurstor has never been north. He takes his horse and begins to mount it, realizes he's much to big for the animal and stops himself. He tosses his small pack of belongings onto the horses back and leading the horse assumes his position at the back of the small pack. Thurstor is told to watch the rear and as they set off he continuously looks behind them for trouble.

OOC: I think Big thurst here might need to find himself an Ox or a bull to ride. I don't think any horse would want him on their back. I know, A pet dragon!!!! Nah, not very realistic. Even if he had one, it would probably be a baby.

 

[chewbacca71]

OOC: I got one for you Doffy, you can use my mother in law for the mount for thurstor, she is big enough. LOL

Perrin looks at one of the maps the Revlin has laid out on his saddle. He sees the name of the town that Sorian had mentioned to him earlier. It is just past the Swamps of Grympyn that they have to go to. At the next fork, Perrin leads the group to the right, following the map.

 

[PmTick]

Korr was realms beyond drunk at that moment. He stumbled around the tavern shouting, "I Korr adventurer from the far away place. I look for a challenge. Can someone challenge Korr?"

 

[DRxBlue]

Hmmm...we gotta pick up Leslie...i mean KORR!

ooc: a bull or an OX for Thurstor...i'll see what i can do. i'm sure he's too heavy for even a full-grown dragon.

i'm also intrigued by these one sided conversations that Khan is having... could these two, Korr & Khan. be North of us? Please?

P.S. hey Khan! are you related to Genghis or Kublai or "The Wrath of"? Gotta know or i'll wonder to death.
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ic: As the group of adventurers hits the trail, they seem to hear a distant song on the wind. Even the animals seem to react to the healing and exciting energy of a tune they dont' actually hear, but feel in their bones.

Trilla, still drained and dream-bound from her exertions, makes small moaning sounds as her soul is healed and strengthened by forces from the Other World. Although she is a Cleric and a virgin, she seems to be responding to this energy in an almost sexual way.

Sorian, Perrin, and even Thurstor can't help but notice the passion of her moans, but all decide to pretend they are not thinking what they are thinking.
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ooc: Sorry Arc, i couldn't resist. If i weren't locked in the other world, i'd be HOT for ya. Just wait 'til i pick up my physical body.<lol>

BTW Doffy...thanks for saving Godfrey the Criminally Crappy Constable. You can never have too many bad guys, it's nice to have him on our tail, (to drive the action)
Exandor on the horizon , (to make us careful)
and Thurstor watching our asses. (Gee...even an ASS would be too small for his butt, i'll watch for an Ox)

 

[silverwolf]

sorian

ooc:this is exactly what i wanted,your not relying on me to keep the story going or to keep it fun this is perfect,i have be working alot of hours lateley about 60 a week so i have been really tired anyway i am guessing that we are on our way north.i havent had time to read all of it yet.


ic:all this time i have been trying to place the bard,' he doesnt seem to be human or even humanoid.' i thought as we road along. ' i will figure it out later.' and with that we went on our merry way.
as we travelled i road ahead telling perrin to stay behind as i got ahead a group of goblins jumped out to ambush me.Drawing my kitana i held my staff forward and as i did i saw the rest of my merry little troup come up over the bend "i will take care of this little lot" i said as i cast a little fireball and casually hack a couple heads off,as i watch them run away i laugh inside but keep it inside. "they'll be back in greater numbers later so be ready" i said as we moved along.

ooc: hey i have an idea to run across you all,if i asked some other players to pop in once in a while a play a group of bandits or something do you think that would increase the unpredictability.?

 

[Guest]

OOC: I think it sounds like fun. Go for it. Someone really needs to decide who the bad guy is here.
Chewie, hope you don't mind me taking over your character for just a moment.

IC:

Thurstor stops at the top of the hill just beyond where Sorian had fought the Goblins. The rest of the group continues. He stares down into the thick woods that now face them. When it's noticed by the others that The giant is no longer with them, Perrin returns to fetch him.

"Thurstor?" Perrin asks.

"Ah've heard of this place. Called Dark Forest. Many go in. Most never return. Say it's haunted. Dead return from grave in there." As if to emphasize his point the wind picks up and a hard rain begins. From the forest comes the sound of a womans scream. "Should go around."

OOC: Hope you all don't mind a little obstacle.

 

[Guest]

OOC

Someone might want to have a "Last Chance Bar" Before we enter the dark forest. We can pick up Korr there IF he's intrested in Joining the main party. : )

 

[superstud1134]

got room for an assasin/mage in yer party?

 

[chewbacca71]

got room for an assasin/mage in yer party?

Sure, the more the merrier. At least in my opinion.LOL
That seems to be a good combination.

 

[DRxBlue]

You BET SS1134!

ooc: Maybe 1 more person i can talk to when i can't fake a human form.

 

[superstud1134]

OOC

Name Lucas Talvarian
Age: 22
Race: Human
Vitals: 6'1 159 kbs brown hair and eyes
Weapon: Large double edged battle axe
Abilities: Good in stealth skills, also is experienced in elemental magic
Description: A young faced man clad in a long brown cloak and regular commeners clothesmhis eyes are sharp and his wit quick in his profession he had to be

IC: as the group looks onto the forrest a flash of bright blue is seen and a young man can be seen lounging in the tree an large axe laying cross his lap and an large crow perched on his shoulder and a hood drawn over his head. He is playing a small elven flute as a fireball burns over his head. He stops playing s the womans scream and he chuckles as he speaks a thick irish accent evident

Forrrest is talkin tonight eh lad?

*he pets the birds head and chuckles and mutters something else in elven to himself looking down at the band of travlers and smiles, his dark brown eyes glinting in the light of the fireball*

Ye be wastin time by goin round lads, this forrest she goes on fer ever....only one way

*then he takes of his axe and points the blade into the dark forrest*

and the be threw......

*another faint scream is head faintly in the distance*

 

[chewbacca71]

Perrin looks at the man in the tree. He seems to be not much of a threat to a group of this talent, but you never know. He asks the stranger what he is doing sitting in a tree in a haunted forest.

 

[chewbacca71]

Revlin consults his map of this area. "He is right about the size of this forrest. It takes up a lot of room on my map. It would take weeks at least to skirt the edges of the forrest. I vote that we follow his advice and go through it.