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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Oct 8, 2003 8:37:04 GMT -5
(OOC: This RP is a cross between romance and Ravenloft styled world. Most game rules apply and this might get a little graphic at times)
/me FLASHBACK/me A young Elven man stood amongst the ruins of a building, smoke still rising from its remains. He stood up slowly as tear after tear rolled down his cheeks, fist clenching around a small locket. He looked up at the dark sky and screamed his rage for all of the world to hear.../me
He started from his reverie, the moonlight glistening off of the sweat on his skin. Breathing heavily he threw his feet over the side of the bed and stood up. Slowly he began to slip on his clothing, Silvery Chainmail, Plain looking Shamshir, baggy black pants. Looking in the mirror, he stared at his reflection. The long silver hair, his hard green eyes, the scar on his cheek, the locket on his neck... a tear slid down his cheek then. Sighing he wiped it off and opened his door, the light flooding his room as he stepped into the large inn's common room.
Quietly he walked over to a corner table near the window and stared at the rainy sky as a waitress sat his usual drink in front of him. Respectfully she backed away as all had heard of what had happened to an unfortunate man who had offended him. He didn't even reach for the glass, he just continued to stare out into the darkness.
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Post by Shadowdragon on Oct 8, 2003 12:31:11 GMT -5
A gruff-looking, brute of a man shambles into the inn drenched from head to toe. Looking around briefly, he spots an empty chair by the fire and plops himself down into it. Wench, I need ale, or perhaps something stronger if ya gots it. I'm chilled to da bone i am. He begins wringing water from his clothes and beard trying (in vain it would seem) to dry off. Looking around the room he spys the sad elf sitting by himself. And wench, send that boy over there another of whatever he's drinkin'.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 8, 2003 23:14:13 GMT -5
A delicate elven female, clothed in soaking wet, shimmering, ice-blue robes sits at the bar, sipping from a goblet of wine. Her white, birch staff leans on the bar table, worn from use and muddied down its length. Her leather backpack lies beside it, not full, but with enough supplies to last a few days. She had been watching the warrior elf for some time now. He had certainly been hurt in some way, but how was the question that puzzled her mind and wondered if Karis had the wisdom to answer.
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Oct 9, 2003 8:20:32 GMT -5
He sighed belatedly as a barmaid set another drink on his table and whispered something in his ear. He studied the man for a moment, until the Elven female caught his attention. He looked upon her and gave a little half smile.
/me Flashback /me A young human girl stood beside him, she was obviously pregnant and extremely happy about it. Holding her hand was a half-elven child with big green eyes and his father's silver hair. Before them was a small dell and beside a small pond sat a strange house. The woman smiled and whispered something in his ear. /me
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 10, 2003 9:30:50 GMT -5
The woman does not return the smile, but nods slightly, acknowledging the gesture and deferring to the man's solitude. As her pale face dips, she moves her delicate fingers to her hood, pulling it back and revealing a long, straight length of shining silver hair, tinged with white. She looks at the man again, and turns back to her drink
* Flashback * An old elven man kneels on the ground, his tunic wet both from the cold rain and his cold tears. The body of his mate lay before him, all color blanched from her face. He smiles gently, acknowledging her fate, and ever so slowly, begins to rise to his feet *
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Post by Shadowdragon on Oct 10, 2003 18:31:59 GMT -5
Finally feeling a bit dryer and thinking that a seat this close to the fire is a bit too warm for his current mode of dress, the large man gets up and moves to the elf's table. Well then. Where I come from when a man's offered a free drink he'll, at least say hello to the one offerin'. What's got ya so down there boy?
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Oct 12, 2003 16:14:00 GMT -5
The young elven man looked at the stranger, "Your far more brave than the others to come here and speak with me. But, if you must know... I've spent the last twenty or so years slaying one Fiend after another in retaliation for my families death...
*Fashback* He was walking along the path towards his home, a fresh string of fish on his shoulder and a smile on his face. The smile faded however as he saw the door to his home had been smashed in, running he nearly fell as he came through the door and saw what had caused it. As he stood there six feinds were raping his wife and eight year old daughter. Tears streaming from his eyes he unleashed his rage...
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Post by Shadowdragon on Oct 22, 2003 9:50:06 GMT -5
Don't know why bein' friendly would make me a brave one. Just saw you sittin' alone with such a look on your face, I thought you could use a friend. My name's Brandon some call me The Ogreslayer, but I try and downplay that aspect of my life. Lost my wife to those damn ogres and it was pure vengence that drove me to do what I did......... Anyway, enough about death and loss. What brings you here this stormy night?Looking around for the serving wench he motions her to join them at the table, as he is in need of a fresh drink. More ale girly, and bring this fine fellow what ever he'll drink and offer the same to the lady elf at the bar. And ask her if she'd join us for a sit down. Handing the wench a small bag of gold coins Keep em coming and see if you can scrounge us up something worth eatin' would ya?
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Oct 22, 2003 18:25:42 GMT -5
He smiled and sighed, his eyes swam full of memories. He came back to reality as the wench set down the drinks, "I am here hunting a Demon that I beleive is responsible for my wife and childrens' deaths. She is called Elsepeth... I fought her once before and stopped her from consuming the essences of a city's worth of men. I thought she was trapped on RavenLoft... but I have tracked her here along with a powerful Barbazu called The Whistling Fiend." he took a long drink and coughed.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 23, 2003 9:39:27 GMT -5
The Whistling Fiend... whispers the female elf, looking over to the two men. She gracefully stands up, grabs her things, and glides over to them. Putting down her sack and staff, the elf sat down and met their eyes with hers, filled with ice and frost.
The Whistling Fiend... Horikar... she repeats, in a soft voice torn by sadness Horikar... No barbazu is he. A gelugon last I saw him... betrayed am I? Showed me his ways did he... took what I valued least did he... knowed not that it was what I valued most... did I.
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Post by Marance Talendar on Oct 25, 2003 5:42:38 GMT -5
Meanwhile the inn door opened, and man came in. He was completely drenched by rain, as his old battled black robe and dark purple cape with a hood offered little protection against the heavy rain. Though man's face was mostly covered by the hood, a few locks of white hair and parchment-yellow skin suggested, that this man was quite old. As he walks, he leans slightly upon the simple oaken quarterstaff.
The old man takes a seat at the table near the fireplace, reaches into one of his purses, and throws a gold piece of foreign design to the innkeeper.
"Red wine and hot meal please, innkeeper" shouts the old man, not too loud, but loud enough for his words to reach innkeeper "If it will cost more, I will pay the rest later"
The old man leans his quarterstaff to the nearest wall, puts down his traveling sack, and begins to wait for his red wine and hot meal.
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Post by Marance Talendar on Oct 30, 2003 10:40:34 GMT -5
The old man, who sat at the table near the fireplace, looked angrily at innkeeper, as his waiting was becoming a rather long one.
"By Mistress Ash!" though the old man angrily "Another couple of minutes, and I will... no these days of destruction are long gone now... long gone..."
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 31, 2003 0:02:34 GMT -5
Days of destruction are hardly gone by, old man said the female elf in the shimmering white robes to the haggard traveller
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Post by Marance Talendar on Oct 31, 2003 11:42:21 GMT -5
"Days of destruction..." muttered the old man.
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Post by Marance Talendar on Oct 31, 2003 11:42:45 GMT -5
[Flashback]
The fires nearly died out, revealing the smoldering ruins beneath them. Once great estate, masterpiece in both beauty and defence has fallen in a single hour.
The man turned his gaze from the smoldering ruins to the dead man's body, that lay before him. Despite his age, the dead man had well-built body of a fighter, well-made longsword was still tightly gripped in his right hand. But neither all his training, nor all his guards helped the dead man to confron what he faced today. In his old trade war, he has never expected the sole survivor of his rival merchant family to unleash horde of fiends against him and his estates. And now he was dead.
"Are you done here, magician?" said the feminine voice within man's mind "Are you ready to return to your new home?"
"Yes, Mistress Ash" replied the man mentally "My vengeance is finally fulfilled. And my life isn't over with it. Multiverse holds so many wonderful secrets, and I am looking forward to uncovering them, as well as toward offering my assistance to you, when my humble help will be reqired."
The man clicked two rings, which he wore on each of his index fingers, against each outher, and disappeared without trace...
[/Flashback]
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