[Text RPG] City in the Sky

[Mastersarge 300]

Well here is the RPG again, but this time remade.

Rules: You may not argue with the player over the storyline, you may only talk using ( and ), and if you want to sincerily want a change in the story, PM me first. Age is allowed for 14- 35

Anlimar is the land full of pride, wonders, magic and warriors. Dragons and dragon riders along with airships powered by magietechnology sored through the sky, as man's greatest dreams of flying has been achieved. But many secrets will be discovered as groups of heros and soliders, mages and assasins, race and color and many more, will give their lives to save their world and keep the secrets from an evil empire with its corrupted king Kalador. But one day the ancient city in the sky Azalarm shall be revealed and only the people of Anlimar can stop the king from getting the secrets of the city.

You all know the drill, create your own characters and what not.
Name:
Age:
Race:
Class:
Abilities:
Bio:
Special traits:

and the character classes.

Dragon riders: How man has come to tame and be at peace with dragons is a mystery. Though man understood a lot of them, but not all were good. Whenever a man wants to be a rider, he must either finds or recieves an egg though it will take time for dragons to fully grow, tame a wild dragon which is not much the best choice, or work in deals. And those deals arn't your regular trade, its a dangrouse task. They can use any weapon they have on them, and use magic.

Swordsman: Regular style swordsman or either known foot solider. They carry standard swords, but they also carry around a great sword. (Its a giant blade) They carry heavy armor and medium armor and use great swords.

Archer: Aside from carrying standard swords, archers are another kind of solder. Though they carry blades like mentioned, they also carry bow's and arrows. Archers are the most useful for killing their targets far away. They use traps in case of trouble starts.

Guild mage: Man has always have an interest in magic. Most mages use Conjuration and destruction spells against enemies, but they also use spells for tactics against enemies. Like walking or seeing through walls, walk or breath underwater, create illusions and traps, summon gods, devils and spirits and mainly they use healings. They carry around staff's and spell scrolls, and they use most magic.

Necromancer: An evil side of Guild mages but most arn't evil, once when a diplomant was saved by them. Necromancers have a shorter history but darker then the Mages. They use dark magic for summoning the undead, using curses, mind manipulation. They carry around staff's, spell scrolls and some types of magic.

Spearman: As far as anyone knows, spearmans have the exact traits as swordsmans do. Though they carry swords, they carry long, or short spears. They are called towerguards for short because a hundered spearmans halted an invasion from a horde of soliders from another land until help arrived. Ladders were no match for them as the towerguards pushes them back down with their spears. They carry medium armor, spears and standard swords.

Assasin: Shadows are their friends. Excellent killers but superiour spy's. Assasins were first formed by the empire before the king, the Assasins guild, which was called and made, took out contracts to execute or capture targets. Mostly, contracts came from the imperials for eliminating commanders and generals. All they have is a cloak, dagger, a bow and poison on them. But asides the short equipment, they are the best silent solders, they also use some types of magic.

Adventurer: The Adventurers guild came long before the new king's reign. They are treasure hunters, explorers, scouters, and taking on contracts from cliants of all kind. Most contracts would come from the Fighters Guild, the Mages Guild, or the assasins guild. Rumors stated that these guilds are like an alliance that follows a code. A code which states that no war would be brought to streets or cities.

Gunners/Controlers: They are called pilots first of all since man has always dream of flying in the sky instead of riding dragons. When air ships and air fighters were made people thought that these strange technology wouldn't work. But with a few gears, metal, iron, and other materials were made from the dwarves, it was made quite possible. People now flew in the air and enjoyed the feeling of the wind. They carry guns, (Not modern kind, something in a fantasy game would have.) tools for repairs and pioliting.

And now for the races.

Imperials/Denguards: The very first inhabitants of the land are humans, but different colored, they were called Denguards after a war. When the white humans came, the blacks took them as total strangers that threatened their world, and started to attack them. Until then, the war stopped when the heir of the blacks ordered a peace treaty. They lost the batttle because their primitive weapons they used, and bare body. They found that they were both man and decided to unionize for a better society. But problems were made, man decided that they can't be the same human being, the color wasn't right for both to be called man, even though the gods said they were. The blacks came with one solution. They named themselves Denguards, because they are like wolves that defend their territories and home. Whites were called imperials because they had better weapons and seek to find new worlds and expand. It was agreed and no more problems were made with them.

Elves: They entered the world of Imperials and Denguards after the war was over. At first the humans thought that they began to launch an attack since there was so many ships. But a diplomatic elf came bearing a message to live in the same society. The humans didn't know what to do since the population was increasing. But they found out that the Elves have way's with nature, and foliage. They decided to welcome the elves in their world, and introduce them to the forest that resided far east of them. The Elves seemed grateful and brung many gifts for them. Another addition to the land was made, but many more imgrants would soon arrive and many more undiscovered parts of the world is meant to be found. The Elves gifts were magic, and soon they developed magietechnology which made new ways for them to live.

Dwarves: Kind, generous and noble beings. First to be thought of midgets from humans eyes, but they all had beards on all of them. They came to their lands for mining productions, but there was no known mountains or volcanos that the Dwarves could live in. Dwarves always have intereast in traveling through mountains and caverns. The Dwarves wanted the privlige to explore the world, the humans agreed and accompanied them to finding the mountains. The traveled west where the dragons roamed, humans thought they were about to kill them off when they drew near them. Luckily, the Dwarves shared stories to humans about dragons, and when they got to the mountains, the humans took extra care in learning them. The Dwarves now lived in the western mountains and another society was made, but with new achivements and gifts.

Pretty long eh? Anyways here's my character.

Name: Nick Skylancer.
Age: 15
Class: Dragon rider.
Race: Imperial
Abilities: excellent in archery and uses magic.
Bio: Born in the north in a small settelment, Nick is a kid who lived off the streets. One day he come across and egg that gave him a chance for a friend. The egg hatched, and out came a blue young dragon. Nick named him Sky, after hs last name, and kept the little dragon and became best friends. Soon he will find out that he will be drived into the world in the sky and an ancient city.
Special traits: Speaks in draconic tounge.

3 or 4 more players must join for the game to start.

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ok i am going to do this a again and not change a thing in my profile other then what is and yes this does not make sense

i would like to join in)(bad news i can't get in to the pm because of block but ever other week end. so i will not be sending or reading msg. so i am just there i will not be changing the story. "

Name: "Exodus"(nick) (name) "Drum" "Bobnex" "Xslavefig" (Yes i am bad at names and if you can't sound it out that makes to of us some what "Bob-Nex" "X-Slave-Fig

Age:24
Race:human
Class:Swordsman.
Abilities:can use a sword.

Bio:a man of war that what "Drum" was he was a swords men ever since he was 16. he lied telling the guy he was 18.
after making it battle after battle he was sent to the Necromancer tower.
at that time "Necromancer" the king like the ideal of army's that you could send in battle and kill just to them come back to life and kill the other army. Drum learned one skill to block the basic mind reading tricks.
after 5 hours the Necromancer cursed him and he forgot most of his life before then. he tried to go back to the army but the king would not let any one that was kick out of the Necromancer tower to rejoin the army. he went to the guy fighting the king thinking "if he does not want me in his army i going to go to the army he can't say any thing about" after a few years of fighting and telling when ever one needed to run he got the nick name "Exodus" or "the leaving" "the big exit" that kinds of things. 6 mouths ago the Assassin_guild ask "drum" to join them and have the rank trainee. but he turned it down because there was a war going on and his men needed him. 6 weeks letter he was kick out of the army because he would rather save his men then kill the kings army.
(i hate bios and yet i do such long ones Sad )

Special traits: (you may need to read bio first) "can block basic mind reading"

[Mastersarge 300]

(One little problem. There is no other faction or class that has "Dark Mage." Edit this or i'll report. 'And please read the WHOLE post I made.')

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(One little problem. There is no other faction or class that has "Dark Mage." Edit this or i'll report. 'And please read the WHOLE post I made.')


(sorry i just thought it would be like you other RP. my bad.and yes i fix it
why are we doing (_) if the RP has not begone yet?)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Its rules I posted down to go off topic a little bit. Oh and thanks for changing it.)

[XdbX]

(thats true.)

[Tawl]

(Here are my rules for this RPG, which are really general rules.

1. The RPG will have a general storyline idea which is held by MS. While this is the direction the story will follow, let it move at it's own pace. It does not play out in chapters which if you are not there, then tough titty.

2. You should develop your character at the start. Nobody should already know anybody else. Then let your characters run into each other at different times.

3. Don't be cliche, it's just lame and sucks in a story.

4. Unless you are having a conversation, keep your posts full of detail and movement. No one liners about you walking. If you can't think of anything to add, don't post.

5. This doesn't start until MS makes the opening post. Until then keep discussion to a minimum.)

Name: Damian Ishtar
Age: 24
Race: Human
Class: Sky Pirate

Abilities:
- Can fly airships, having owned his own
- Is a fairly reasonable shot, although is no precise marksman (ie- Is no sniper)
- Can repair machinery

Personality:
Damian seems quite suave to the regular person. He is very confident in himself, which could be seen as arrogance. He is however very careful in who he trusts, and who he associates himself with. Deep down he is a trustworthy and loyal person himself, and will go to great lengths to protect what he believes in and who he cares for.

Appearance:
Damian's hair is light brown, and cut short which is stylishly cropped. He has a think layer of stubble to match. He seems to be quite rugged.
Leather boots with dark brown pants. He has a white long-sleeved shirt, with a black waistcoat over the top. This is finished off with his long light brown jacket. He also has a red bandanna, knotted around his neck. (Although this is to hide a scar he received years ago)

Equipment:
- Airship (Named the Serraph)
- Long Rifle (In his airship)
- Pistol (carries it on him)
- He also has additional armaments and repair tools on board his airship.

Bio:
Damian was orphaned at 4 when his parents were killed in an accident he could not have prevented. He grew up with a foster family, but ran away at 16 to live on his own. Taking on work where he could he eventually became an aid to a private airship transporter. Under his guidance he learnt all about flying, maintaining airships and being a pilot. In addition on how to shoot. On one travel, his employer was shot and killed and Damien was slashed across the neck. His wound was not fatal but it forced Damien to take the ship and flee. He sold the ship and purchased his own, naming it the Serraph. He now hires himself out as a transport pilot and mercenary, and calls himself a sky pirate.

[Andrehydra]

Name: Davian Menathil
Age:21
Race:Imperials
Class: Dragon Rider
Abilities:
-Able to mount and ride a dragon skillfully, considering he has one.
-Can tame a dragon from the most ferocious into the most harmless.
-Can command a dragon so skillfully, it is like the dragon was a computer.
Bio:He hates King Kalador, hearing what evils he has done, Davian will do anything to protect the secrets of Alazarm from the wretched King Kalador.
Special traits:Able to speak with dragons, he can communicate with them with ease, causing him to be a skilled dragon rider.

Wait, Tawl, there isn't an appearance section in the character sheet.

[Fullmetalshadow]

Name: Frazier Avon
Age: 34
Class: Assassin
Race: Imperials/ Humans
Bio: Frazier was the born in a very deprived and poor village. When he was six, his parents were murdered by thieves. Frazier nearly escaped with his life. He fled to the northern settlement and was hired as an assassin for his amazing skills in stealth and combat. One his first mission, Frzier was shot in the shoulder with a crossbow bolt and had to go through a month long surgery and had to wait for one month to recover. He was able to get back to being an assassin after he healed. When he was 29, he had done over 30 succesful assassinations over the years. Now being 34, Frazier lives in the settlement towards the north in a small shack, there is a small trapdoor where he keeps all his weapons in the shack. Now Frazier is living life like a normal citizen, until light turns to darkness.

Abilities:
- Is extrememely precise and accurate with throwing knives
- Keeps four daggers in sheaths. Two on his wrists and two on his ankles
- Carries a shortsword concealed under his trenchcoat
- When he hides in the shadows, no one can see him
- He is very stealthy
- Is professionally trained for close quarters combat
- Knows martial arts

[Mastersarge 300]

(OK everyone is ready I bet. I'll start now.)

Nick awoke tiredly. He had a rough night last night at the festivel in the plaza. He stayed up to at least 2:00 AM. Sky his dragon, who is still generally a youngling, was curled up into a ball asleep on his bed. He made a little yawn and opened his blue eyes. He gave Nick a morning chirp, 'Hello' in any case.
"Good morning to you too Sky." Nick said, getting up from the bed. He stretched his back and got on his cloths. After gathering everything he set out of the inn. He looked at a poaster for the upcoming Airship Cruise. It seems to arrive in about 3 weeks. "Wonder if we could get on it on that day." he said. Nick walked through the town looking for anything for him and his dragon to eat.

(I want everyone to know that the RPG is closed due to Andrehydra being away. When he gets back I'll reopen the thread.

EDIT: BUT I will allow people to build their character sheet.)

[Rabbi106]

(here's my stuff.)

Name: Roy Xeroson
Age: 18
Race: elf
Class: archer
Abilities: very quick at shooting and reloading bows.
Bio: Soldier of the Anlimarian army. He was an orphan, and grew up in the army.
Special traits: eyes turn green when he feels a strong emotion.

(Just wanted to be in the game. I know it's closed.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Thats ok Rabb. I allowed character sheets to be made. :))

[Tawl]

Wait, Tawl, there isn't an appearance section in the character sheet.


(Doesn't mean I can't provide extra information about my character. I'm putting up my introduction now)

The door creaked closed behind him as Damian Ishtar entered the dark and dusty shop. He felt uneasy in the shop. In a city of such advanced technology, a shop this dilapidated was uncommon. It was if the owner didn't care, or had something to hide. If it was the first reason then he simply didn't care. If it was the latter, that suited him fine. He wasn't here for exactly legal reasons. A mirror hung on the wall to his right and Damian's reflection caught his eye. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was messy and unkempt. Usuallt his appearance didn't bother him much, but he felt rundown. He would have to pay a trip to the Flowing Baths before he left the city.

"Is there something I can do for you?" A small but firm voice said behind him.
Damian turned around and found a dwarf at his feet with an angry expression on his face. He resisted the urge to crouch down when he spoke, dwarves hated any actions which related to their short height.
"I understand that you sell ship parts." Damian said casually.
"I've been known to find some things here and there. It depends on want you want." The Dwarf responded. "And, on who's asking."
Damian smiled. This was the kind of game he liked to play. He pulled a slip of paper from out of his jacket.
"I was hoping you might have found something along these lines."
The dwarf studied the paper for a moment, then without looking up said, "And who wants to know?"
Damian tapped his money pouch. The dwarf nodded and indicated a door behind him.
"I think I may have something you would like. Please, this way."
He turned and walked behind the counter and through the door. Damian glanced at his reflection one final time, before following him.

[Killervirus]

( Mastersarge gave me permission to change my character, I'm just keeping the name.)

Name:
-Kyle Cloudbringer.

Age:
-20.

Race
-Imperial.

Class:
-Assassin.

Appearance:
-Black, long hair, green-brown eyes, a slim/slender figure. Clothes are like everyone else,so he doesn't draws attention, but he tends to wear black.

Personallity:
- Very distant, mostly untrusting most people around him. He is short when talking, and wants to finish most things as soon as possible. Yet he can be open hearted and warm, if with people he really trusts.

Bio:
- At the age of 5, Kyle's mother died from a disease. His father, unable to raise him due to fiscal problems, left him at an orphanage. He ran away at the age of 17, where he led a life made of alcohol and parties.
When he was 19, he was out of money and wandered around for jobs.
A member of the Assassin's Guild found him and trained him. Now he is an accepted assassin, although with a low rank inside the guild. He mostly gets simple tasks from the Guild itself, but he does much more outside of it.

Abilities:
- He is able to throw knives with incredible speed, but his aim is decreased alot by this.
- He is very good in dodging and parrying with his sword, but is clumsier in attack.
- He can almost instantly see all the weak points in an armor.

Weaponry:
- Throwing knives, wich he always has on him.
- A simple melee knife wich he only uses for assination, wich he always has on him.
- A crossbow, wich he only uses for long distance killing.
- A short sword, wich he (almost) always has on him.

Special Traits:
-Although he isn't really "evil", Kyle performs acts to survive wich other might consider as bad, such as stealing or assasination.
- A scar on his left shoulder.

(opening post is for later, don't have time now.)

[Tawl]

(Let's keep this going guys. Not I've named my starting city Rabentier. This could be the starting city of others as well. If it isn't be sure to name the city, and make sure to get yourself a reason for moving as the story progresses)

The door creaked shut behind Damian in the same manner it had when he had entered the shop. He had never learnt the dwarfs name, nor did it matter. It was strictly a business metting, names were not essential. He held the package wrapped in brown paper tightly under his arm, he could not afford to loose it no matter what. He had no idea how easy it would be could get another, nor how much it would cost. The price the dwarf had demanded alone was more than he could afford, it had taken a lot of negotiating to get it down.
He chuckled to himself, he had always enjoyed bartering. It was always an excellent personal challenge, despite the fact it left him with very little money. Another reason he needed to keep his package safe.

He exited the deserted side streets and back onto the bustling main road. The transformation between the two was always amazing in Rabentier. The colours of the white marble city always marvelled him. The fact they could keep such a city clean in a time of industrialistaion was always a spectacular accomplishment. He continued walking through the crowds of merchants and customers, he would have plety of time for sightseeing when he had tidied himself up. He made a beeline for the Flowing Lipids Bathouse. It was time he made himself more presentable.

[Killervirus]

( wasn't this closed?)

" Give me a break, Dylan. I havn't got any decent sleep this week."
" You know I can't help it, Kyle, and beside, all low-ranked get this. It gets much better later."
Kyle coughed, but not because of the stench of rotten flesh that surrounded them.
" All of them? I havn't seen Greg running around from mission to mission with bags under his eyes!"
" Yeah, but we decided to leave Greg behind since he screwed up that easy mission." Dylan said, a tall guy wich was charged of Kyle's training and missions.
" At least he gets to sleep in peace." Kyle mumbled.
" Lack of sleep has made you grumpy, huh? Don't worry, i'm sure you'll get ranked soon. It'll get better then."
" Just tell me what i have to do, please."
" Here." Dylan handed him over a few papers. " It's a Dengaurd, he's been sickening his wife's life. She has enough of it. Her reward will be anything of her husband's possessions. He's a rich merchant, by the way. He has 2 gaurding dogs and a bodygaurd. Shoudn't be to much trouble for you. Here's the adress, it's located in a crowded neighborhood, so you'll have to be discret."
Kyle got up.
" I'll do it this evening." he said. He needed to get some sleep first.
" Alright then, that's settled." Dylan got up to and they headed toward the exit.
Kyle stepped in the warm sun and wanted to step in the crowd. He was stopped by Dylan before he could leave, though.
" And please, Kyle, wash yourself and lay off the wine, please. You look like total sh't."
Kyle smiled.
" Whatever you say, sir."
" And don't call me sir!" Dylan yelled, but Kyle was already in the thick crowd.

[Mastersarge 300]

(Its ok now. Andreh might habve been back)

Nick walked towards the thick crowd trying not to get lost. If he could find a food market for Sky he would be relieved. His small dragon is his bestfriend after all. But he couldn't find anything in this crowd. "Damn. Where's a space when you would need one?" he said.

[killerkb]

(I know its closed, but I like Forum Roleplay, so please?<3 Nice and STEAMPUNK!)

Name: Nail
Age: 23
Race: Imperial
Class: Gunner / Former Pilot
Abilities:
- Highly Trained Aim.
- Knows how to fly things
- Knows allot about machinery.

Personality: Nail is an overall quiet guy. He likes a good conversation, but nothing beats a' good old shoot out!

Equipment:
- Small Handgun. (Like a revolver)
- Hunting Rifle. (Like a sniper rifle)
- Hammock. (Nothing beats a mid-day nap)

Appearance:
Nail is about 6 feet 1, has black hair, and wears a mask.
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Under the mask, is just the face of a decent looking 23 year old guy.

Bio: Nail was born in Rabentier. Always inspired by his father, who was a "pilot" himself. Nail always dreamed of flying. Hovering in mid-air, like the birds and the clouds. He's always bin a day dreamer.
Nail grew up in a normal family, with normal parents, under normal circumstances. Nothing to special about his youth, except for that one day. A day like all others. Bright weather, and not much to do. However, at mid-day, Nail and his mother got a message, that Nails father, had a plane crash. He survived, but wasn't able to ever fly again.
From that day on, Nail decided to carry on this dream. And succeeded.
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Nail walked around the city, trying to memorize his exact path, just to take the exact same rout back to his house.
Not really setting a goal, but he apparently had nothing better to do.
Re-thinking his life, and thinking about things, which are still yet to come.
Enjoying the "outside", enjoying the presence of others, enjoying life.
This wasn't Nails daily routine, but today, he was as bored as he could be.
So why not make the best of it?

"Its bin a wile, since I've bin outside." Nail thought, while thinking about the next thing he could construct.

"I've been working in that garage for quite some while now."
"I hope I'll be done repairing my plane soon."

Nail looked around him, enjoying his surrounding, and maby even looking for inspiration.

Its been almost 4 weeks since Nail crashed. Thinking about his fathers accident, and scared to fly ever since.
He was to young to quit flying already. Everyone had at least one or two accidents. Nothing to really worry about.

"Right?"

[Andrehydra]

(since I was gone, I'll start now.)

Waking up from his small bed, in his small house in the city of Rabentier.He was still tired because of some work he did last night.His dragon, namely "Hydran", was still sleeping.Davian woke up Hydran, saying the words "come on, I know you're tired, but we need to go to the market, we've got a little supply of food."

Going to the market, he realized a crowd gathering up, he made his way to see that comotion was happening near the market, there, he saw an Imperial very wounded, he asked what had happened, one man answered "he fell from his dragon, the dragon was too tired to fly and therefore rested on one of the mountains and hid there."After hearing that Davian left the scene and went to the market, after buying the food, he went home."Were you scared?", said Davian to his dragon, who already had the expression of fear in his face.The skeptical dragon said "I know the dragon was tired for a reason.""Just forget about it" Davian said.Davian was tired, hating the low -class life, he always wished that he could be richer.He just waited for what will happen.


But, he had a thought, "what if we just fought for a living instead of just working in this farm?", Hydran disagreed, saying that they should have a better job."What about protecting the city in the sky?""Alazarm!I'll think about that" said Davian, thinking if they want to go to the city in the sky.

[Killervirus]

Entering his appartement, Kyle checked the papers he received from Dylan.
The dengaurd was pretty old, not much of a resistance, it seemed. His bodygaurd, a big chunk of muscles, was always with him. The dogs mostly gaurded the entrances.
" Shoudn't be to hard." Kyle tought.
He checked the adress: " 43 Thuderdome avenue Rabentier"
Wasn't to far away. At least h could cath in sleep now.
He took a bottle of wine from the desk and putted the papers on the table, still dirty from his past 7 meals. Closing the curtains, wich wasn't necessary because the layer of mud, dirt and cracks on the windows already blocked allmost all the light.
He dropped himself on the couch, making a squeacking noise and spreading dust in the air. He was about to drink from the bottle when he saw himself in the broken mirror out back.
"Wow......I do look like sh't." Kyle said aloud, putting the bottle back on the desk.
He laid himself comfortable and stared awhile at the cracked and moisture-infested ceilling, until he felt asleep.

[Mastersarge 300]

Nick finally found a food market across from an old appartment. 50 gold to live in a place like that would kill someone. Its a good thing this market has better prices. "Hey Sky lets get in here. I bet they got that steak that you eat." he said to his small dragon. Sky chirped in agreement and climed up his shoulder as they walked in.

............

Nick got out of the store with a cloth wrapped piece of meat in his hands. Sky was hungry and wanted to eat now. Though it wouldn't be a civil matter, Nick did wanted to feed him now. "In a few more weeks Sky you might be able to speak. I do understand you with your dragon language in your young age, but sometimes I would like to hear what you say." he said as he took out the meat feeding him. Sky replied by chirping in agreement. "Well I hope things would get better someday. Im about to lose my job." he decided to walk into the inn and get some rest.

[Tawl]

(I'm cleaning up the conversation posts and ones that don't make sense. If your post was deleted and you don't think it should have been, PM me)

[Killervirus]

( NOTE: my character is sleeping till around evening, so I won't be able to post until we get to that time. Just saying.)

[Victory]

Name: Isac Neliah
Age: 29
Race: Imperial
Class: Swordsman

Abilities:
-Isac is a genius fencer, but as he uses his right arm exclusively he only use lighter blades to keep himself moving. Originally, though, he was left handed so his fighting style is seen as awkward as he, from instinct, gathers force for a left handed assualt from time to time.
-He has excellent motorskills and cordinations with his finger; being able to perform complex actions one handed.
-He has a very good memory but no emotional control of it. Certain feelings can shroud events of minutes at a time.

Appearance:
Isac has little to no consern of his appearance, this because of the several battles he has fought, unofficially, has left him deformed and monstrous. At least, that's his opinion. In reality, his figure is lightly scared and he is missing parts of his left forearm, leaving him with only one hand.

Because of his opinion of himself, he's an exile and lives, donning the same garment he wore during his latest warfare. He masks a light armour - covering his hips, his right shoulder and torso, and his right shin; as well as a bracer that covers what is left of his left forearm - with a maroon colored tunic and black trousers. He wears a short cape hanging from his left shoulder, covering his wounded arm, and because he cannot hold the hilt of his sword - which is attached by his left side of the hip - while running, he wears several belts to keep the scabbard out of the way when moving quickly. His hair is black and thin, and when covering his face and almost look like layers of mud from a slight distance. His eyes are dark brown and slanted in such a way that they appear sad.

Personality:
Isac is far from happy but is content with his life and sees the beauty in his solitude, even though he's horribly lonely and long for company. However, while in the presence of anyone else, he feels terribly different and he is ashamed over his form. It's ironic that he doesn't work to create a more appealing appearance, but he is convinced that he would never be accepted and chooses to run. While cynical and bitter, he wants to be sweet - to draw someone near - even if he would never admit it. Originally, Isac was quite innoscent, but he created a future on good intentions and eventually damned himself.

Bio:
Isac was born in a small village of only a few houses and a few cattle animals and while he remembers his childhood well, he has no recollection of the wherabouts of the village itself. It is assumed that the small settlement was lost in many of small wars that was fought by the inhabitants, even though the government would maintain a truce.

Isac was originally raised as an artist, and was taught how to paint, draw and write even though as a child he was talentless and outside of common hope. After learning the techniques of a brush and pen, his play on words and mind became an obsession; dreaming himself away as a hopeless romantic would. He would imagine himself as a hero and painted pictures of heroism and wrote poems of greatness; none of which were possitively appraised by his tutors. iIt was not as ingenius as was hoped of a true artist - instead Isac dwelled on stereotypes of myths and fables.

At the age of ten, Isac started to sneak out during the night to relive his poems and paintings by fighting dummies and other dangers he would prepare. Eventually another child joined his game but instead of fighting dummies and preparing traps, they would duel each other. His - John, a Denguard of the same age - had a talent for the art, and they both became friendly rival; dueling each other with wooden swords until one got what they defined a fatal blow - head, neck or torso.

Every year a fencing contest was arranged in larger city, a day's ride from Isac's village; one he and John allways attended. At the age of 19, they had entered several sword fighting tournaments - with special swords to avoid injury and death - and they had each won their share amount; sometimes facing each other in the finals. Because of it, they were recognized for their swordsplay, but more so John because of his excellent technique.

A year later Isac and John had formed a local milita to fend off some of the uprising rebells that had caused trouble regarding the othewise solved quarrel between the Denguards and the Imperials. Their cause spread through several surrounding cities until their cause had become a calling and finally a guild-wide like agenda.

Then, after two years of silence, assassins entered the inn Isac and John spent the night. Outnumbered, parts of the milita was slain, before they managed to stab John in his sleep. Isac, woken by the sound reached for his weapon but the assailants swiftly severed Isac's hand and left him to bleed - assuming he was as good as dead. Having survived, he trained in the belief of his death; starting over from the beginning with his swordsplay, now having to use his right hand. Knowing all the techniquies by heart already, changing hand was no difficult but he has yet to fully master the new form of moving.

Upon his return, his local milita returned. But in shame of his new form, only a single person learned of his survival - the second in command; a man known as Tyreel, his now closest friend. Leaving the milita under Tyreel's command, he left the city, with no intention to return.

Weaponry: A rapier like sword.

[Mastersarge 300]

(OK guys. This game is back on.)

Nick got in the inn and went up to the counterman. He didn't look really young and he was a little poor. This inn was a little run down to say the least. "I like a room to rest in please." said Nick. The man looked at Nick and smiled.
"That be 20 coins kid." the man replied. That was enough to buy himself a new bow. Nick paid the man and went up to his room in the far left. As he got in, Sky jumped off and climbed up to the bed. He curled up and lay resting on the sheets. Nick got in the bed and took out his art journal and began to draw. He mostly draws dragons, flying airships and fighters, cities and the ancient city in the sky. "I bet it will be beautiful to see these kind of cities."

[Killervirus]

( I suppose it's evening now?)

[Victory]

Isac leaned against a tree, just glaring at the city that graced the horizon; his heart beating ever faster for each second he witnessed it, by every cloud that hid its figure behind its walls, for every gust of air that traveled from that direction.
It had been a long time since he last visited any city. He didn't even know which city this was but was already determined to visit it.
He had to.
His blade was growing dull and his amour falling apart but even more so; he hadn't seen another person in weeks. Social contact was a luxury he couldn't afford because of it, he craved it more than anything.
Covering his left arm, he began walking, counting the roots of the trees on his way out of the forest he had called his home for weeks. After only a few minutes, the roots stopped coming; he was out and on his way to either disaster or a new start. He himself was expecting a disaster - nothing short of it.

[T.L.I.]

Name: Raith
Age: 35
Race: Denguard
Class: Necromancer
Abilities: Rotting a living being while alive, Raising skeletons, producing explosions, Forming weaponry out of his bones.

Bio: Raith has hated Imperials since his family was tossed out onto the streets in Rabentier, to make room for a family that could pay double price. Both the landlord and tenant family were Imperial. He is a paranoid cynic that once dreamed of being a Dragon Rider. He fought bravely in a civil war, dieing in the process. He has returned home only to punish the Imperial that tossed out his family.

Special traits: Is partly a skeleton as a result of dieing in battle, Has supernatural strength, weapon of choice is a retractable bone knife sprouting from his wrist.

Carries a Necromancy-boosting talisman that effectively doubles his strength in casting/corpse control. Plus other trinkets.

[Varthonai]

Meh... T.L.I. made himself a Necromancer and now my character won't seem as original... :-P

No offense meant, T.L.I.

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Name: Corbin Isaris Tell
Age: 21
Race: Imperial
Class: Necromancer


Abilities:
- Can raise and control corpses, but with some difficulty; more than one per day is draining. The longer they've been dead, the easier it is. He could potentially amplify his power with more sophisticated magical equipment, but he has never tried this.
- Makes good cocktails. He's learned a lot about alcohol in his travels (and has become an alcoholic, which is sometimes a problem.)
- Well-read. Knows history of the world in great detail.
- Good, creative storyteller. Entertaining to listen to.
- Reasonably charismatic, but not a brilliant speaker.
- Knows 2 simple magic tricks: he can ignite and sustain a candle-sized tongue of flame for about 10 seconds, and he can absorb a small amount of heat from an attacker's body and inflict severe frostbite.
- Good with animals, especially birds.
- Experienced traveler; can survive in the wilderness or on the road for months.


Personality:
Insecure. Stutters a lot (except when telling stories) and has relatively low self-esteem. Few people who know him would guess this, however, since he will readily defend himself against insult with a witty retort. He's a people person and likes to spend time making new acquaintances when he has time. He's not judgmental and will instantly take a liking to just about anybody. He has never killed anyone (though he's had a few close calls, i.e. when he's attacked on the road by bandits and has to defend himself.)


Appearance:
Corbin's hair is black and unkempt. He does not bathe often but he rarely sweats, so his smell is unpleasant but not unbearable. He wears any clothing available to him (currently black shirt and brown pants with leather boots and green traveler's cloak.) He has a wiry build, thin and relatively short.


Equipment:
- Walking staff.
- Small hunting knife, carried in sheath on a belt. Hunting knife will always hit its target and return when thrown (although Corbin does not know this because he has never thrown it.)
- Fast-acting poison, carried in vial in belt pouch.
- Female pet raven, named Gamble. When he was 14 Corbin won her egg from a merchant passing through town in a storytelling contest, judged by the villagers. She is loyal, and never away from Corbin for more than a few hours. She will occasionally attack strangers if she perceives them as a threat.


Bio:
Corbin was home schooled by his Mage father, but lacked the attention to learn any truly valuable magic skills. Corbin's interests were mixed and unfocused, and changed constantly (basically the fantasy equivalent of ADD) and thus he became the typical Jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none. He spent a lot of time at his city's library, reading the history of the world.

At age 13 he began talking with an ancient beggar who wandered the city streets; the beggar enthralled him with fictional tales of faraway lands and mythical heroes. Eventually the beggar revealed that he was a non-practicing Necromancer, hiding from the authorities who had outlawed such black magic. Corbin convinced the beggar to teach him some Necromantic arts, but--as always--Corbin was unable to learn more than a few rudimentary skills. His tutelage was short enough that none of the villagers ever found out about it; the old beggar died on the day Corbin turned 16, searching the streets for Corbin and giving him his birthday present--a magical hunting knife--before collapsing at Corbin's feet.

Corbin has raised very few corpses in his life, usually only to test himself. However, during the village's coming-of-age rite he was tasked with hunting a deer, alone in the wilderness; to accomplish the task he used several reanimated bear corpses to swarm and kill his target. (He's a terrible archer.)

Corbin left the village when he turned 17. He guards himself from bandits on the road with an entourage of Undead minions, which he abandons every time he comes to a village. He entertains his hosts with stories, stays for a few days, gets drunk at the local tavern, and moves on.

He takes note of the spirit and character of the village people who he meets, and sometimes revisits the places that he likes. He hopes to someday write a book of the folklore and legends that he hears in his travels.


Special Traits:
- Moves quickly through cramped spaces, i.e. corridors, crowds, trees, etc.
- Runs fast. Usually came first in races when he still lived in his home village, and can still outrun most humans.
- Very poor upper-body strength. He's often embarrassed about this.

[Varthonai]

"...and ever after, criminals would cringe at the very mention of his name," Corbin finished, "for his name was Gelrick of Merlea, and his steed was Divine Justice."

The village children screamed and applauded for perhaps thirty seconds. Then they were bored again and ran off to do something else.

Corbin laughed inwardly. They stayed through the whole thing, he thought. Are the kids getting more attentive here, or am I just getting better at the story?

After pondering this for some time, Corbin slowly became aware that one of the mothers was shouting at him from behind.

"--fill my son's head with such fantastic nonsense about heroes and wars, I'll have you--"

Corbin turned around and blinked. "I'm sorry, milady, I didn't quite catch--"

She was a middle-aged woman, slightly rotund and red in the face from shouting. "Your stories, sir, are a bad influence," she proclaimed hotly.

"Oh, your pardon, ma'am," he stuttered. "Um. What p-part of the story is your concern?"

She was taken aback. "What part?" she repeated stupidly. "What pa--well, the whole damned thing, of course! The story is a load of rubbish about how the land is saved by a violent hotheaded vigilante who goes around killing people!"

This was unusual. In every village Corbin had been to before, the mothers had praised him for inspiring their children to pursue their dreams and honor their family legacies.

"I'm sorry you t-take that view, milady," Corbin said politely, "but surely you want your child to have heroes to look up to?"

"In our village," she proclaimed angrily, "we are intellectuals. We encourage our children to be productive members of society, and their heroes are the alchemists, the mages, the engineers, and the other men of learning!"

"Ah," Corbin said, understanding. "Well, I have m-many stories to tell. Tomorrow night I will tell them, hm, perhaps the Epic of the Arch-Mage Eridok--"

"--I mean real people!" she persisted. "Not these imaginary, idealistic people made up by storytellers!"

Corbin smiled awkwardly. "Ma'am, the h-heroes that storytellers have imagined are far nobler, and more w-wonderful than the peoples of this earth. It is good for children to know them."

"But they--"

Corbin interrupted quickly. "Ma'am, I would like to tell you a different story."

"I don't want to hear your--"

"It begins in a small village, not unlike this one," Corbin continued. "There was a young boy, and his mother never wanted him to hear the myths and stories of the elders."

She was furious now. "This is preposterous!"

"She was a widow, fighting hard to support her children. She wanted them to grow up and live successful, realistic careers, never pursuing idealistic dreams. She feared that her children would lose themselves in a struggle for unreachable ambition," Corbin continued, solemnly. "Are you interested, ma'am?"

The mother was a little calmer now, and curious. "You... you guessed."

"Yeah, I did," Corbin admitted. "But my intuition is usually g-good."

"But you're still wrong," she persisted. "Heroes live terrible lives, irresponsible lives. They are beset on all sides by impossible odds and most of them die horrible deaths. I am not a widow, as you say," she spat, "because he died before we were married. He was from the city to the east, the city of Rabentier... He was attacked on the road, and refused to give his possessions to the bandits... it was our gold, the gold we would sell for a home here. They killed him and took the gold anyway. I had to endure the humiliation of bearing his child even though we had never married; the whole village shunned me for it. My children will not look up to... to stupid dreamers."

Corbin sighed and pulled a pouch from his belt. Her eyes moved to it. "What is that?"

Corbin sat down on the ground, cross-legged. He emptied the pouch; a few gold coins spilled out.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she snarled.

"It's a gamble," he answered. "If you win, you get the gold. If I win, you let me keep telling stories until I leave. Even," he added, "if your son's part of the audience. And you won't stop him from listening if he wants to."

A spark of interest gleamed in her eyes. This must be more than she can get in a long time, Corbin thought. What does she do for a living?

He quickly decided that he probably shouldn't ask.

"What's the wager?" she demanded.

"I finish the story that I've just begun," said Corbin. "I'm betting that you'll stay through the entire thing. You want to hear how it ends. It's almost dark now--if you accept, you have to stay until sunset before you decide to leave or not. The story will go on just a little past sunset."

A few villagers, picking up on the tension, had gathered around. Anticipation mounted. The mother hesitated, her eyes moving from Corbin to the gold, and back to Corbin. Contempt flared from every inch of her face.

"Very well," she agreed, reluctantly. "Just until sunset."

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There was an argument about whether or not the sun was truly set at one point, but other than that she stayed through the whole thing. Corbin had heard a story once, a story about a Denguard queen who had survived for years by telling her murderous king half of a story every night but never quite finishing it. He wondered if the king had been as easy to enthrall as this village woman.

It was easy to tell that she loved suspense, and he knew that the village people here had an intense dislike of the ruling elite--so he worked a royal conspiracy into the plot, as the fictional son grew older and was conscripted to serve as a king's personal guard. Corbin knew that the woman had heard stories like this before, that she was expecting it to end with the boy becoming the rightful king of his land. But Corbin didn't end it that way; Corbin made the evil king's son have a change of heart and help the village boy to overthrow his wicked father. The prince became king, not the common boy; the boy returned home to his village, married the village girl he had loved, and cared for his aging mother in her last, contented years.

Corbin sat back and smiled. "That's the end."

She was still a bit suspicious. "I won't stop your storytelling," she warned, "but I will be paying attention to my son."

"I understand," Corbin said, nodding. He got up and walked off toward the village inn. Some villagers began to get up, as if to follow him and ask questions.

"Wait," the woman called. "You forgot your gold. I lost the wager."

"Keep the gold," he called. "You were a good audience, and I would only spend it on beer anyway."

"That story was worth a whole round of beers, traveler!" laughed one of the villagers following him. "Come to my tavern. I've got the best ale in the village, and I'll give free drinks until you run out of stories."

A chorus of assent rose up from the group. Corbin nodded, and shook the man's hand eagerly.

The mother would have rejected Corbin's gold, but he had already been swept into the streets toward the local tavern. The crowd struggled to get in through the narrow doorway, pushing each other to get in first and get the seats closest to their tale-spinning guest.

The mother shook her head in disbelief, and looked at the gold again.

It's not mine. I lost the wager.

"It wasn't that good," she told herself, pocketing the coins. "And that's the only reason why I'm taking these."

She found her son with the other children and dragged him back home for bed. He asked her if she would tell him a story--something he'd never done before.

She started to say "I don't know any stories," but his eyes were so wide and curious that she couldn't bring herself to say it. What could she do?

She took a deep breath, mentally cursing at the crazy stranger who had invaded her town.

Then she repeated the story that Corbin had told to her.

[Tawl]

(Hell yeah, loving the writing of some people!)

The young girl at the reception are of the Flowing Lipids Bathhouse greeted Damian with a smile which almost made him cringe.
"Welcome to Lipids sir, we hope that your session will be a pleasant and relaxing one." She had an eerie, hypnotic tone to her voice. Damian doubted that she was purely human.
"Thank you." He responded with a small smile and walked past and up to the front desk. The woman stationed there was just as easy on the eye as the reception girl, although much older.
"Welcome to Lipids..." She began, but he cut her short.
"Yes, I've had that already. If you don't mind I'd prefer we get the formalities out of the way."
She seemed taken aback at being interrupted, but recovered well.
"Of course sir, what services will you be requiring from us today?" She slid a small leaflet across the desk. He picked it up and scanned it's contents. Rabantier was a city made up of many races and cultures and he could see that clearly in what he was reading. He highly doubted he would require fur de-lousing.
"I'll have these." He said and indicated three specific requests handing the leaflet back.

The woman wrote his requests down on a slip of paper, tore it off, placed it in front of him and handed him a pen. "Would you please sign this sir?"
Damian took the pen and scribbled his name at the bottom. As soon as he had handed the pen back the woman rang a small bell. Almost instantly another girl appeared. Damian noted this one wearing significantly less clothing.
The woman at the desk stood up and handed her the slip of paper.
"Sareen." She said addressing the girl. "I want you to look after Mr. Ishtar and make sure his stay here is..."
A pleasant and relaxing one. Damian mimicked in his mind.

The girl bowed to the woman, who had taken her seat at the desk again.
"Please follow me sir." She said and beckoned towards him. She led him into a small anti-chamber lined with shelves.
"You may place your belonging and clothes here." She indicated to a top level shelf.
"That's all very well but I think you have forgotten to give me a towel. Maybe you..." He turned to face Sareen who was holding a towel out towards him. "...Meant to." He finished weakly. He took the towel form her with a slight smirk, which was returned by Sareen. Damian couldn't tell if it was genuine or simply part of the service.
"I'll leave you to get undressed Mr. Ishtar" Sareen said, and turned to go.
"Please call me Damian." He replied as he removed his shirt. He noticed as the girl left she turned her head around, then as their eyes met she quickened her pace, embarrassed.
He chuckled to himself as he removed his pants and draped his towel around him.

[Killervirus]

(Amazing, Varthonai, congrats.)

Kyle mumbled. He got up, and eyed the magical clock on the wall.
It was time.
Checking the mirror again, Kyle could clearly tell sleep had made him good. He could think clearer now and the big bags unde his eyes were reduced to a simple purple / blue line.
He stretched himself, and headed toward the bathroom.
After cleaning himself with nice, clean and fresh water, Kyle dryed himself with a towel. THE towel, to be precise, according to the fact he only had one.
He wondered for the hundreth time why he still lived in this dump with the little fortune he had.
" Pobably because everything better than this is already taken." Kyle taught.
He descended the stairs, demanding himself when new houses will be build.
" I suppose never."
A warm evening sum had set above Rabentier, illuminating the streets with it's warm sun-rays.
Kyle had to close his eyes for a moment, he wasn't used to the sun anymore, but then fully enjoyed the warmth.
Despite the late hour, there still was a thick crowd on the streets. Most people returned from work now, or just went for a stroll in the evening sun.
Here it was. Thunder Dome Avenue 43. The large house blocked the sun and spread it's mighty shadows on the streets. Kyle recongized an old family emblem above the door. Two beatifull pillars, with snakes rolled around them, gaurded the door, such as the Trolls defended their cave.
The large oaken door was beatifull, probably cared for everyday.
Kyle looked around.
There were still to many people. He coudn't climb to that open window, and he was doubtfull that he would even be let in the house through the door.
Kyle then saw an alley next to the house. He heard a dog barking, and a wall protected the garden of the Dengaurd.
Maybe he could try by there.
Curious about the next part, Kyle silently slipped into the alley.

[Victory]

Isac squinted his eyes as the light hurt his eyes. It had been quite a while since he last left the darkness of the forest but Isac's fatigue was excruciating; tearing at his senses and muscles. He never was one for the mornings, always active in the evening or night. Not fully nocturnal but the difference between the two was only by a hair.
The sky was painfully cheerful, peering through strings of clouds in a playful game Isac hadn't the patience for in the morning. But as his perspective grew ever clearer, transforming the clouds into dragons and castles was entertaining enough to keep him occupied on his journey. He figured it'd be an hour or so before he reached the city walls. By some merits he would have to entertain himself for an hour but then a thought struck him as he realized; only one more hour of solitude and silence. Instead of rejoising the fact, it grew inside him; breaking him down. He was nervous, even though he wouldn't meet anyone he knew and probably wouldn't even meet a strangers glare for more than a second, he was nervous.
He found himself dreaming of his visit to the city; like he would as a child. He dreamt of drama, how he would arrive just in time to save the day and once again be recognized for his talents. Or walk in and accidently start a new friendship, from a twist of nature, just lucky coincidence. If only life worked like that, he thought.
He raised his left arm, revealing the stump that remained of his forearm. He winced, disgusted by the sight of it but yet blatantly missing his trusted swords arm. Upon lowering it again, he let it slide underneath the small cape, hanging from his shoulder, hiding it completely.

Not long now, before he passed through those gates and entered possibility.

[T.L.I.]

Raith stalked down the street towards his birthplace. As he neared, his mind was in turmoil.
I would dearly love to slay my former landlord, Maxat was it? But, murder might draw suspision, and I would not enjoy anyone finding out that a Necromancer was here, seeing as I typically raise corpses.
As he neared his former home, he realized that he had no idea where Maxat lived. A quick sweep of the house told him that no one lived there.
Puzzled, Raith sat down to think.

[killerkb]

(I'm however really confused at the moment... I know the rules, and I play by them, but Tawl, are you going to post our encounter or what? You better... cause this is going nowhere. thanks <3)

[Varthonai]

Having entertained the villagers all morning and bought supplies from the market, Corbin packed his things at the inn. He went over the list in his head.

One traveling pack... one bottle of beer... one bottle of hard cider... one shatterproof travel-sized drinking cup... one pound of beef jerky... one loaf of bread... one canteen of water...

Corbin placed each object into the pack as he went through the list. When he came to the milk jug he paused a moment, placing his hands over the sides of the jug. It quickly frosted over, and the hard ceramic material grew cold beneath his fingers. "Told you I could manage," he chuckled to himself. He put it into the pack, making sure it was tightly sealed.

One jug of milk, must be refrigerated twice an hour during the day... one apple... one very thick bundle of notes on parchment... one quill... hm, I need to remember to get a new inkwell in Rabentier...

He checked the pouches around his belt.

One sharp, bladed birthday present, he thought, feeling his hunting knife. One poison vial, for use in emergencies... one leather belt...

He shouldered his pack, and felt under his bed for a long hardwood rod. One walking staff...

He headed out of his room and down the stairs. He bid farewell to the innkeeper and left the building.

"Hold! Master Tell!" called a voice from behind.

Corbin turned. It was the blacksmith's apprentice. He was running toward Corbin, holding a sword.

Uh-oh...

"No, sir, it's all right," gasped the boy, stopping in front of Corbin. "This is a gift. For your services to the village."

Corbin realized the the sword was still sheathed in leather. Ah. My bad.

"I can't take it."

"You need it, sir. There could be thieves on the road."

No, I mean I literally can't take it. I can't hold a sword that size even if I use both hands.

"I think I can manage without it."

"Sir, please. We care about your safety."

Corbin sighed. "Here, look. Give me the sword."

"We're honored that you accept our--"

"I'm not accepting it, I'm p-proving a damn point," Corbin snapped. He dropped his staff, seized the sword from the boy's hands, turned it, and held it by the hilt.

For a moment, Corbin looked very impressive. The sword had obviously been designed aesthetically with its wielder in mind, taking his size and shape into account. He looked like a genuine warrior.

But only for a moment. The blacksmith had assumed that Corbin had experience with heavy metal weapons, and nothing could be further from the truth. The combined weight of the sword and the traveling pack put a crushing weight on his knees, and he crumpled to the ground.

"That," Corbin gasped, as the apprentice shamefully took back the sword, "is why I can't t-take it."

"Your pardon," apologized the boy. "We thought you would be... that is, we assumed that a traveling adventurer would be... well, er..."

"Stronger," gasped Corbin. "I know. I'd hoped it wouldn't come up."

"We're very sorry."

"It's fine," lied Corbin. "Tell your master it didn't work out. Don't worry, I can fend for myself without a weapon. I've done it before."

"You're sure?"

"Positive."

After some hesitation, the boy nodded sheepishly and headed back to the smithy.

Ye gods, Corbin thought. Next time it'll be an anvil. How many times do I have to tell them that the stories are free?

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The animal pens were the last thing that Corbin passed before the main road began. He moved toward the cows with grim determination. Then he stopped to give some thought to the absurdity of acting grim and determined around a cow pen.

Earlier that day, one of the village grocers had mentioned that a wolf pack had invaded the cow pen; Corbin was looking at the results of the bloody battle. The dead cows had been taken away, but a wolf corpse had been left untouched.

Gamble was perched on top of the carcass, chewing something slimy in her beak. Corbin noticed that the wolf's tongue and right eye were missing. An arrow protruded from its neck.

"You didn't need to take the eye," he scolded. "You should know better."

Gamble swallowed guiltily. A drizzle of vitreous humor trickled down her throat.

"Now he'll be blind on one side. Good job, Gamble, you stupid bird."

Gamble flapped to his shoulder and gave a single sorrowful caw. Then she nipped him affectionately on the ear.

"That's not going to cut it," growled Corbin. "You're going to have to make this up to me."

The raven twitched her wings in a sort of avian shrug.

"Whatever," the storyteller muttered. He pointed at the wolf corpse.

You, he told it. Get up.

He felt the strain of the command immediately. Like most corpses, the wolf really felt like staying dead at the moment.

This isn't an argument, Corbin insisted. Get up. Now.

The wolf had only been dead for a day, and some of its strong-willed rebelliousness was still lurking inside of it. Corbin's will, however, was stronger; first the wolf moved one paw, then the other. It raised itself up from the ground like a human getting up from bed early--with great reluctance, and little speed.

I'm not keeping you forever, Corbin informed the beast. It looked indifferent. I only need you to guard me while I sleep tonight. I'll let you go tomorrow morning. All right? Come.

The undead creature seemed reassured by this. With greater enthusiasm, it began to follow him.

"I'll sleep like a baby tonight, thanks to you," Corbin said aloud to the beast, matter-of-factly. "You've cost me about t-two meals' worth of energy already, and we can't slow down."

The undead wolf said nothing. Corbin glared at it.

The storytelling Necromancer pulled the apple from his pack and munched it thoughtfully as they walked. They'd damn well better have a library in Rabentier, he thought, or I'm going to go completely insane.

They marched east, away from the setting sun. Eastward, into darkness.

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(The rest of Corbin's day will be spent walking and sleeping, so I'm not going to post again until we get to tomorrow morning. Just letting ppl know.)

[T.L.I.]

Raith swore and elbowed the wall behind him, nearly caving in the part he smashed.
Waiting this long and seeing nothing! Raith thought. He replayed Maxat's face in his mind, scanning the crowd that now started to move out of the slum.
In a flash of silk, very uncommon in this rank pit, Raith saw his target.
"Good sir, can you wait a minute!", Raith called out to the man. The man turned.
"Can you show me inside this house?"
"Why certaintly, how long will you be staying?"
"I'm not sure," Raith said, "But it won't be for very long."

(I'm just trying to lure the landlord into the house so I can kill/beat up/demand compensation from him. I'll wait to post until Mastersarge gives me a green light. If he does.)

[XdbX]

(ok new story line for the post that i have failed epicycle each time because of something.
this is going to sound like the start of my other post but it is not)
I could not believe what I was doing.
Stealing me who worked for A HighKing at one time.
maybe i should end my life.
i have no job i am staining the blade of my father with my fall.
I don't know who my father or mother are.
i don't even know if they died, hated me, or even liked me,
"HAY YOU THERE" i jump back.
then i look behind me and i see a kid taking a apple and i see the shop keeper running after him.
i felt my body run. and for a sec i though i was going to help the store keeper get the kd but my hand landed on a apple and i hid it in my bag and got 4 more. i look back and i see the shop keeper grab the boy so i got as fast as this dar arm would let me to where i was.
then when i see the shop keeper come back i walk over.
i saw the kid look at me and i said.
"I am so sorry. what did my son do this time."
the shop keeper looks at me and looks like he is going to blow up "he... he... he stole some of my apples and if you are saying this is your son you better pay for those apple." then I payed the shop keeper the apple and i take the boys hand frimly and act like im not happy. the when we turn the corner i open my pack and said "here have a apple" and then said "go on sact"

[Tawl]

(Try and keep it written in the past tense, or third person, if you can. It makes it slightly easier. If you choose 1st person that's fine, just keep it consistent.)


(I'm however really confused at the moment... I know the rules, and I play by them, but Tawl, are you going to post our encounter or what? You better... cause this is going nowhere. thanks <3)

(Your character will have to be set up in the city of Rabenstier before I can even consider crossing paths)

Damian emerged from the sauna room wiping sweat from his face. He had gone through these processes before, but it always was exhausting.
"Whoever would have thought sweating would be so energy consuming" He said to nobody in particular as he ran his hand across his freshly shaven chin. He almost missed the weeks worth of stubble which had accumulated, but felt fresher without it. The Flowing Lipids was a very efficient bathhouse, he had washed, been shaved and he had requested his clothes to be steamed and dried for when he left. He only had a massage left to go, and that was his favourite, most relaxing part.

He opened the door to the room one of the serving girls directed him into. It was comfortable private without being enclosed. It was softly lit with candles, and some sort of scent lingered in the air. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't like it much. He turned and faced the second door across the room as it opened and the girl, who's name was Sareen entered.
"So your to be my masseuse?" He asked with a grin.
She nodded, smiley in a typical girly way. "If you would like to lie down." She indicated the table trapped in a white fabric in the rooms centre.
Damian climbed on and lay face down while Sareen wet her hands at the sink in the corner. While she had his back to him he studied her figure. Her body was slim and petite, with beautifully pale skin. Her brown-blonde hair lay naturally, or at least seemed to, at her shoulders. She couldn't have been more than 19 years old. She turned and noticed him watching her. Her face reddened and she looked down.
"My apologies." Damian said.
"It's alight." Sareen responded. She was incredibly sheepish.
And incredibly beautiful. He noted to himself.

She moved around to his left side and began to rub her hands underneath his shoulder blades. For a girl with such a delicate figure, she could push down with amazing pressure. Damian groaned involuntarily.
"Am I hurting you?" She asked, alarmed.
"No, not at all." Damian responded, and she continued. Her hands ran the length of his back, kneading every inch of his tired muscle. She was very good with her hands.
"IF you would turn over please." She said. He obeyed and shifted his weight until he was lying on his back facing her. He closed his eyes and relaxed as she placed her hands on his chest and dug into either sides of his pectoral muscles. As Damian opened his eyes, he found himself staring directly into hers. She had been watching his face. Having been caught she became flustered and clumsy. Her faced reddened again.
"I'm sorry. I..." She began.
Damian grinned and eased himself up onto his left elbow. He moved his right hand and stroked the side of her face. He moved his face closer to hers, her mouth parted slightly.
"Don't be" He whispered, and pressed his lips against hers.

She seemed slightly taken aback, but almost immediately responded to his kiss with her own passion. She moved both hands behind his head and ran them through his hair. Damian wrapped his left arm around her lower back and pulled her up until she was sitting on the table leaning into his chest. She moaned slightly as he nipped her neck with short tender kisses.
"I shouldn't be doing this." She whispered, as she undid the blue and white robe she had been wearing.
"We can stop whenever you wish." He whispered back. He ran her hand up her now naked back, and moved her gently so she lay down on the table.
"That doesn't mean I want to stop." She said and pushed her tongue into his mouth. He ran his hand through her hair, which flowed over the end of the table. She really was beautiful.

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Damian collected his clothes from the shelf. As promised they were dry and clean. As he pulled them on the feeling of freshness hit him again. It had always been a habit of his, even as a child. He had always loved the feeling of being groomed and clean. Many times he had been hassled as being vain, he believed it all came down to how much you cared for yourself.

When he approached the front desk. The same woman who had admitted him inside was still seated.
"Mr Ishtar. I trust you had a pleasant experience."
"A very pleasant one indeed. Thank you." He replied, and counted out what he owed. As he handed it over to the woman he added, "The girl you assigned to me, Sareen, she is very talented."
"Oh that's good to hear." The woman responded. "She's new here, you were her first client. I'm glad we have a new skilled asset."
Damian noted this with interest. "Well it was very satisfying, just what I needed."
"I am glad to hear that Mr Ishtar. Maybe we will see you again?"
"You may very well indeed." He said as he picked p his passage from the counter and walked towards the main door. As he passed her the girl on the door said, "Thank you for staying at Flowing Lipids Bathhouse, we hope your stay was..."
"A pleasant and relaxing one." Damian finished with a smile and walked back out onto the street.

(Trust me to put in a sex scene.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Lol omg Tawl! XD)

Nick finally woke up after a few minutes of rest. Sky was still asleep and still on his bed. It seems to be a good thing to leave him there to sleep. He'd find his way sooner. Nick got out the Inn and stretched his arms out. It was time to begin his archery training. He took out his bow and headed towards the practice range.

[Killervirus]

(Weird that you're having sex with a girl you just met..... Well, it IS a Fantasy world. Still weird though.)

The wall wasn't to high. A few holes in the dark red stone will suffise for grips.
No-one. The alley was deserted and nobody seemed interested in what a lonely man in an alley facing a wall could do.
Kyle gripped his hands into the nearest holes and pushed himself up with a groan. He swinged his leg above the wall and immediatly stared into a beatifull garden. Flowers from all colours and from all over the world were positioned in the most beatifull poses. Long, high trees stretched their green leaves toward heaven.
Kyle was amazed. This was one of the first tastes he ever had from nature.
The dream was shattered by a bark. Close. To close.
Kyle looked left and saw nothing. He realized the danger came from the other way.
He looked back and saw a massive dog jumping on him.
Unprepared, Kyle staggered and fell to the ground, the dog weighting 60 pounds. Bits of drools fell on Kyle's face as two ranges of deadly teeths were ready to tore off his flesh.
Kyle acted quickly. He slammed his elbow into the dog's face. It whined hard. It was still a dog after all.
A small ball of light appeared in Kyle's hand. The ball irradiated th dog's face and he immediatly backed away.
The appeasment spell worked. Kyle was always affraid it won't one day.
The dog's mind appeased, it let Kyle acces the house.
Kyle quickened the pace, knowing the spell won't last forever.
"That leaves one dog and a bodygaurd." Kyle taught, entering the house through the unlocked sliding door.

( I can't concentreate with Tawl's post burned on my eyes! Gah!)

[Tawl]

(Weird that you're having sex with a girl you just met..... Well, it IS a Fantasy world. Still weird though.)

(It's based on the idea of being in an intimate situation, in which you act in the moment. I could list countless movies with similar scenes. Most notably the James Bond films.)



( I can't concentreate with Tawl's post burned on my eyes! Gah!)

(Pfff, it could have been worse.)

(So is it morning now. When exactly was it ever afternoon or night?)

[Varthonai]

(It's based on the idea of being in an intimate situation, in which you act in the moment. I could list countless movies with similar scenes. Most notably the James Bond films.)

(Yes, it's an old technique used to show that a character is deeply troubled by personal self-doubt and tries to erase his self-doubt by reassuring himself of his sexual prowess. It adds depth to characters who would otherwise seem like perfect heroes.

More recently, however, it's a technique used to make the audience really really jealous. Hence the Bond girls.)

[Killervirus]

Walking on the beatifull wooden floor, Kyle heard 2 men walking on the floor above him. He heard no dog, wich was reconforting.
Kyle quickly located the stairs made out of polished stone. Kyle marveled. He could live in a place like this if only they were more.
Kyle arrived in what should be the dining room. Making sure he made no noise, he sneaked toward the door where voice came from.
It wasn't entirely closed and Kyle could clearly hear the Dengaurd and his bodygaurd talking.
"I told you, I heard Randy barking."
"Don't think of it, boss, you know he barks very often."
"Where's Daryll actually?"
"Oh, I let him in the garden abit. He's still a dog to, you know."
"Marvelous. That only leaves you two then." Kyle taught.
"More wine, boss?"
"Sure. I've got plenty of them on the dining table."
"Let me just get another bottle."
Kyle's heart skipped a beat.
He slowly watched behing toward the dining table, where a few bottles were waiting to be taken.
"Oh sh't."
He immediatly took out his sword and ran toward the stairs.
"HEY!" a voice sreamed behind him.
Kyle stopped. To late to hide now.
He turned around and saw the bodygaurd, an Imperial, run toward him, sabre pulled.
"Derek, what's going on?!"
"It's an intruder,boss!" the bodygaurd screamed, swinging his sabre toward Kyle.
Kyle raised his sword and parried the blow. He took a step toward the left, to avoid being pushed back in the stairs.
The bodygaurd attacked again. Kyle parried, the shock pushing him against the wall.
He took a step forward and made a quick blow toward the bodygaurd's neck.
He parried, and attacked again.
Kyle got pushed against the wall again.
The bodygaurd attacked again and again. Kyle was able to parry all, but the sabre won by quickly disarming him with 2 fast blows.
The tip of his blade pressed against Kyle's neck, the bodygaurd smiled.
"Looks like this is the last time you'll breath, thief. Any last words? Oh, what the hell, I'll just kill you right no-"
He looked down, startled, and saw Kyle's dagger stuck in his chest.
He fell down, leaving a panting Kyle pressed against the wall.
"Close one." Kyle taught.
"I woudn't celebrate yet, intruder."
Kyle looked up and saw the Dengaurd aiming at Kyle with his crossbow.
With astounishing speed, Kyle took out a dagger and threw it toward the Dengaurd.
At the same moment, the bolt came out of the crossbow and raced toward Kyle.

*******
Lying on his couch again. Kyle taught of the extreme luck he had. The bolt had hitten him in the shoulder. He missed the Dengaurd, but he was able to kill him before he could do anything.
He had taken all the money he needed, but he had left the house for the abused wife.
She needed it more than he.
Kyle looked at his shoulder. The band-aids had already healed well.
He suddenly felt exhausted. He wasn't even tired, but he immediatly fell asleep.
He hadn't checked the wound for any poisons.
First mistake.

( I'm having a hard time knowing what time it is in the RPG right now. Could someone confirm this to me, because I have completly no idea right now.)

[Mastersarge 300]

Nick walked around the city trying to find the practice range. SO far no luck. But as soon as he came around a corner he spotted a man on the ground. It wasn't normal to say the least. He ran over to him and checked his body."Hey are you ok? Wake up!" he said. Then he looked to see a wound and it looked bad. Then he noticed that poison was seeping trough the wound. "Oh crap." Nick had to think quick or this guy would die. He laid down his equipment and leans his hand over the wound and chanted out a spell. Soon he began to extract the poison from the man's body and heal the wound. "There we go."

[Killervirus]

(Lol, Sarge, to soon, my char hasn't even waked up yet. I'll edit this post as soon as I have time.)

[Tawl]

(Yes, it's an old technique used to show that a character is deeply troubled by personal self-doubt and tries to erase his self-doubt by reassuring himself of his sexual prowess. It adds depth to characters who would otherwise seem like perfect heroes.

More recently, however, it's a technique used to make the audience really really jealous. Hence the Bond girls.)

(I am so stoked that someone else knows the creative techniques and the way they're applied that I talk about. Respect mate.)

(Oh, in this entry I've bascially invented the name of the currency used in this world. Note the use of Gold Sharlots and Silver Drens.)

The busy street life in Rabantier was always a spectacle, even if you were a frequenter to the city as Damian was. As he walked down the crowded street he held onto his package tightly. He regretted leaving his travel bag on board his ship where it was docked in Corelli Harbour. It was certainly not something he could access easily from where he was currently.
No matter. He thought It's about time I replaced it anyway.
He continued down the road, eyeing the stalls as he walked. Every merchant that he made eye contact with immediately would beckon towards him. In response, he would either ignore them completely or politely shake his head. Normally he would take an interest in some of the wares that were available, but his money was short. And in his present situation, money was not something he could afford to run out of. To his right he caught sight of a skin merchant standing in front of his stall. He grinned to himself.
Skin Merchant He thought. It was one of those job descriptions which never sounded that good.

The merchant was a heavy set man, with a large moustache and a deep blue and gold robe. As he noticed Damian approaching, he greeted him with a large toothy smile.
"My friend!" He boomed, his voice deep and full of delight. "My name is Geronal. Please allow me to show you my skins. I can guarantee you that they are the best quality that you will find anywhere in Rabantier."
Damian raised his eyebrows. "The best you say?"
"I can absolutely guarantee it sir."
"Well maybe you can sell me a bag."
"Of course sir, I have many bags. All in the latest fashions. Guaranteed to turn heads...." Geronal indicated a range of bags hanging along the roof of his stall. Damian was not impressed. Each look like it was some kind of thing a child would carry. As Geronal continued to explain how each was individually unbeatable his eyes drifted to a plain dark brown shoulder bag. He stepped forward and picked it up. It was solid, with two straps holding down a flap which opened to reveal two interior pockets. Geronal noticed his interest in the plain bag.
"Ahhh, you seem to be taken in by last seasons line. It's 100 percent guaranteed genuine hide of Grinylan beast, not exactly stylish, but perfect for your traveller."
Damian had never heard of a Grinylan beast, and he highly doubted the creature it even existed. More than likely it was leather made from horse hide. Still, Geronal had left himself wide open for him to take a shot at sealing a very good deal.
"Hmm, well seeing as it's very plain, hardly stylish at all, and from last season I'm sure it can't cost that much at all."
Geronal feigned being taken aback with as much flair as a stage actor. "Can't cost much? The hide of a Grinylan is a rare material. I'm afraid I can't part with it for less than two gold Sharlots."
Damian grinned. He loved haggling.
"I'll give you five silver drens." The trick was to offer a price substantially lower, but not so low it made you look disinterested.
"Robbery! I won't be able to feed my family. One gold Sharlot and five silver Drens."
"I'm not sure. It just seems very expensive for something so plain...."
"Very well then. One gold Sharlot and only three silver Drens."
Damian placed the bag back on the rack. It was a key move, it frightened the merchant into thinking they were loosing a sale.
"Oh mercy on me." He cried "Eight silver Drens and the bag's yours"
"I'll give you one gold Sharlot if you throw in a water skin."
"Yes of course. You have a deal." Geronal unclipped a water skin on a string from above his head and handed it to Damian. Damian in return tossed him his final gold Sharlot.
"A please doing business with you." Geronal said and immediately turned his attention away from him. Damian placed his package in the larger of the two pockets, along with the water skin, closed the bag and slung it over his shoulder.
"Won't be able to feed my family." He chuckled to himself. It was a typical merchant line. From the look of Geronal he ate three courses a day, and whatever else he could get his hands on.

[killerkb]

Nail was still walking around in Rabentier. Thinking of his past, thinking of his future.

He never went to the more "dangerous" places in Rabentier. The places with the more, poor people. He never intended to go there. His father always told him, to stay away from the back end of the city.

But when daydreaming, Nail isn't so focused as he should be.

Snapping back to reality, Nail noticed that he was in a less rich part of the city.
"Oh this is bad..." he thought, while looking around him.
He's never bin here before, and sure as hell isn't going to stay here.
Being on guard, Nail quickly searched for a road that he knew.
He knew the city pretty well, but not these parts.

Nail then took a small sprint, hoping to find a better place. Not that he wasn't able to defend himself; He was an excellent shooter. But he liked to stay out of trouble.

[Varthonai]

(T.L.I. and I are going to meet up sometime tomorrow morning... one-line posts are ok if it's just conversation, right? That seems to be happening a lot in Isles of Sepso)

[Killervirus]

(Yess, Tawl comfirmed one-liners are only allowed in a discussion with another player.)

[T.L.I.]

As Raith followed Maxat into the house, he slowly extended his blade.
"Now, have you already viewed the house, or do you want a tour?"
"Neither", snarled Raith as he lunged for Maxat's head. He hit a hair too high and imbedded his blade in the support beam.
"OH MY GOD!", screamed Maxat as he ran for the door. Raith struggled to rip out his blade, only succeeding after Maxat ran out the door.
Raith retracted his blade as he ran outside, only to get smacked in the face by Maxat's speeding horse.
Raith ran back inside, ran up the stairs and hurtled out the window and grabbed the roof of the next building. Pulling himself up, Raith ran for the next building, hurtling over that one entirely. A few tricky leaps later, Raith started to run along the one section of level roofs.
A few minutes later, Raith reached the gate, just in time to see Maxat's horse speed out.


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As Raith sat on a roof, contemplating what to do next, a thought hit him. What if someone saw me?!His natural paranoia took over.Ohmygodsohmygodsohmygods! What if someone saw me? They could be telling the guards right now!!!!
He shook his head, then jumped from rooftop to wall to wall until he hit the ground.
Raith composed himelf, then walked towards a tavern. As he walked in, avoiding the drunks, he noticed something. It wasn't a smell or a sound, but a... feeling.

(I'm just sitting my ass down here until the time starts to shift.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(OH and just to be clear, there are more than 1 god in this RPG world.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(*sigh* Not yet. Im waiting for everyone to post. And see if they want the time change.)

[T.L.I.]

(kk, multiple gods.)

[Tawl]

(Mastersarge will make it afternoon when he feels like it. Things are going to happen soon so pay attention to what other characters are doing)

(KillerKB, I'm leaving an opening here for us to cross paths)

With his package secured and safe hanging off his shoulder, Damian's next thought was on getting back to Corelli Port. He walked up the steps of the hanger port.
"There's only one way to travel when one is stranded." He said to himself, and cringed. Public airships. Ever since flying himself he had detested flying on public transport cruises. They always moved slow, were overcrowded, and you never knew if the person you were standing next to was going to buy you a drink or lay on across your face. Still, it wasn't like he had much choice. He looked at the timing board in the terminal. From what he could tell there were no ships docking at Corelli Port. He swore under his breath. His money was running out, and he soon wouldn't be able to afford to stay away from his own ship. Re-shouldering his bag, he walked up to the counter.

The young man who was attending looked flushed. He brushed his messy hair off his face as he greeted Damian.
"Good day sir. Welcome to Gateways of Rabantier Air Terminal. What can I do for you today." He spat out the words like an automated robot.
"I need to get to Corelli." Damian responded.
"Of course sir." The young man responded. "And when would you like to make your trip."
"As soon as I can."
The young man, who Damian noticed his name tag read Rufus, pressed a sequence of buttons on his digital screen.
"That is easily arranged sir. The airship GR Tarrant is leaving for Corelli in five days time."
Damian shook his head. "That's not soon enough."
"I'm sorry sir, but it's the soonest available journey."
"Look" Damian said, keeping his voice firm and level. "I need to get to Corelli as soon as I can. Surely there is a charter which will stop over at Corelli, even for a moment. I can disembark there. I'll pay for the full fare, I don't really care about that."
"But sir..."
"Can you at least just check? ...Please." Damian added.
Rufus sighed and pressed another sequence of buttons on his screen.
"Sir, it seems you are in luck. The airship GR Dauntless is leaving for Espheria City this evening. It will be making a refuelling stopover at Corelli."
"I'll take a ticket for that charter then." Damian said.
"I can't promise that you'll be able to get off at Corelli Port...." Rufus began.
"You let me worry about that."
"Very well sir." Rufus responded.
Damian sighed and smiled. "Thank you."

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Damian left the terminal in high spirits. The charter fare had cost most of his remaining money, but at least he was on his way home. Well, as close to his home as he had. The last few of his coins jingled in his money pouch. As he heard them rattle he realised how parched his throat was.
"I think it's item for a little celebratory drink." He said to himself, and set off down the street.

(IMPORTANT NOTE!!!! - MS asked me to reference the GR Dauntless. You will probably want to find a reason and way for you to get on board that ship. This will give you something to do until the time shift.)

[Varthonai]

(Mastersarge will make it afternoon when he feels like it.)

(Oh. I thought it was early evening already. My bad :blush2:)


(IMPORTANT NOTE!!!! - MS asked me to reference the GR Dauntless. You will probably want to find a reason and way for you to get on board that ship. This will give you something to do until the time shift.)

(Well, crap. That kind of screws me over... I'm going to miss the flight 'cuz there's no way in hell I can get to Rabentier before tomorrow morning.

T.L.I., I know we had plans, but if you want you can go ahead and board the airship. If you want to stay in Rabentier, though, we can stick with the original idea.)

[Killervirus]

(If you might wonder, Sarge, enormous amounts of lessons and homework have stunned my brain, disabling me from making any decent text. Sorry.)

[Rabbi106]

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK went the bamboo shinai as Roy and another man at the Training Feild practiced their swordsmanship. We jumped, swung, parried, rinsed and repeated this strange dance of action and noise. At one point, we were in the heat of battle when the other man's swing made me have to sidestep to avoid being hit, and I spun and rested the tip of my shinai on his collarbone. I relaxed and said "Nice job. You had me worried for a second there!" We exchanged breif conversation, then parted ways. I learned that his name was Art. He was part of the Royal Navy, and he was on Shore Leave. I then headed home to rest. I had practiced my archery before the sparring match, so my arms were as limp as noodles. I reached my bed and let my knees buckle, so that I landed in a diagonal position on my bed and went to sleep.

[Mastersarge 300]

(Nice to see you again Rabbi! :) Oh and I know how you feel Virus. I got homework on my end too.)

[Tawl]

(FYI - If you're not in Rabantier then you do not have to board the Dauntless. It is a plot point, but not a major one. If you are in Rabantier, it's easier if you find a logical reason to do so, otherwise you will have to find your own method of transport)

[T.L.I.]

(I'll be staying in Rabentier for a while.)

[Rabbi106]

(Yeah, I had trouble resetting my password. I got it set again, though!)

[Tawl]

(That's great, yet I fail to see how it's relevent.

NEW NOTE: We will be returning to Rabanier, so if you don't get on the Dauntless, don't fret. The story will have just changed somewhat. If you have your own minor side story plan, you can stick to it. Though do be sure to run any ideas by MS as they may affect what he has outlined. So no "I found the amulet which is key to the empire's destruction", or whatever.

Anyway, I'm kind of stuck myself, so others will have to advance this.)

[Mastersarge 300]

Nick took the man back into the inn room he slept in and laid the man on the bed. Sky got off to let Nick on the bed. The man looked still injured but with no poison left in his blood stream. That's one slight of good news. Nick sat on the floor waiting for the man to wake. "Sky if that man wakes up call me." he said as he closed his eyes and fell asleep sitting. Sky replied with another chirp and got on his bed looking at the man.

[Killervirus]

(i'm sorry, Sarge, as soon as I get any motivation to write, I'll catch up with you. When my character drops mostly dead, you may make him wake up.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Ok. Thanks for informing me. But I might have to advance the plot soon.

[Killervirus]

(Alright, I'll try to get it finished tomoroww.)

[T.L.I.]

"Hey buddy... you alright?" said a drunk.
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" asked Raith.
"Well, you've drunken more then any of us. The last guy that did that fell dead in a pile of vomit."
Raith frowned. "I'm perfectly fine."
"Oh." the drunk said. He then walked off.
Deary me, Raith thought. Guess I need to make sure I don't call attention to myself by doing that.

[Varthonai]

(Wait... Rabbi, I thought your character was Roy?)

[killerkb]

Nail started running, hoping he wasn't running in circles.
He realized, that if he was unable to get out of the poor part of Rabentier, he had to spend the night, probably on the streets.
The city had one large building in the middle. A big company, dealing with all sorts of transport.
The building was also used, for tourists, to find there way back to the center of the city. This prevents them, to get lost in the poor parts of the city.

Nail knew this, however he didn't thought of looking up, and scout for the tower.
He probably couldn't see it anyway, for the sky in this part of town, was filled with thick, black smog.

"There has to be a way out of here somewhere!", Nail thought; realizing he was slightly panicking.

After a minute or two, Nail saw a street that he thought he knew. He ran towards the open street, hoping to find a place he knew.

He ran around the corner, and bumped into a man.
Both Nail and the man, fell on the ground, and Nail quickly grabbed his rifle.
He pointed at the stranger, looking straight down his barrel.

Nail didn't intend to shoot the guy at all, it was just the shock.

[Tawl]

(I'm hoping you guys have run any story ideas by MS before using them, this whole dark being attacking a cat for some unexplained reason sounds like a whole story in itself)

Damian hit the ground hard. HE winced as pain shot up his right shoulder, he hoped he hadn't broken it. Painfully he pulled himself up onto his left arm and found himself staring down the barrel of a rifle. It was a model he recognised. A Reanitz Mark III Long Range Rifle. Accurate up to 100 feet, detachable sight, deadly in the right hands. Damian himself had never favoured long-ranged rifles, although he did own a mid-ranged Reantiz back on board the Seraph.
"Nice piece." He said to the man, who looked more afraid than homicidal. "I hate to sound like I'm complaining, but this might draw an unflattering picture of the pair of us." He had noticed that people were starting to stare. He was wondering how the hell he was staying so calm,but in all honesty he couldn't think of anything better to say.

[Rabbi106]

(Last two posts have been deleted.)

"Let's practice a bit, Lab," I said. My black Werecat started slowly morphing into a sturdily-built woman about my height with black clothing, made from her fur. She grabbed a shinai and swung at me, starting the strange dance of swords that is often seen in many wars and fights. I hoped that this would tire me enough so that I would go to sleep. It worked. "That's enough," I said. "Aww man," Lab said, "I was just starting to have fun." She morphed back into a cat, and curled up once again on the floor. I slept soundly and safely.

[killerkb]

Nail slightly calmed down, by the calm voice at the other end of his rifle.
He looked around him, and noticed a crowd, looking down at him. Some people looked confused. Most of them looked angry or concerned.

Nail snapped back to reality, and quickly withdrew his rifle; for it was still pointing at the other mans face.

"Oh god, excuse me sir" He said, and quickly got up.
"Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't meant to..."

Nail stopped for a second. He looked at the mans shoulder, which didn't look good.

"Why wasn't he doing anything?" "Why was he just standing there?" "Was he waiting for something?" "Was he waiting for others to help the man?"

"Why was he so scared?"

A lot of questions went through Nails head. So hard to focus... so confused.

Nail took a deep breath, and continued where he left off.
He reached out, trying to help the man back on his feet.

"Again, I'm so sorry, I didn't meant to run into you"

[Tawl]

(Presumably we can assume it's mid-afternoon now. The transition between morning and night would be a bit abrupt. And for the record, you should allow your writing to flow, and not just say he'll sit around until it's night, or something like that. Otherwise you may be stuck for a while.

FYI to those interested, the Dauntless leaves this evening.)

Damian took the stranger's hand and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. He winced in pain as his he moved, his shoulder wasn't in good shape. He rubbed it with his left hand and made a slow circling motion. It hurt, but the fact he could still move it perfectly was a good sign. It was likely just going to be a severe bruising, nothing he couldn't cope with. Although he did find it ironic as he had just come from a Bathhouse.
"Don't worry about it." He said to the stranger. "It happens to the best of us."
He extended his hand, "Name's Damian."

[Varthonai]

(Presumably we can assume it's mid-afternoon now. The transition between morning and night would be a bit abrupt. And for the record, you should allow your writing to flow, and not just say he'll sit aorund until it's night, or something like that. Otherwise you may be stuck for a while.

(Point taken.)

Corbin sat down on the grass and ate dinner. To drink, he poured some cider into his traveling glass and mixed it with beer, shaking it a bit and then sipping it contentedly.

"Snakebite," he mumbled to Gamble, who eyed him curiously as he worked. "S'called a snakebite. Learned how to make 'em in the tavern last night. My new favorite drink."

Their undead wolf companion lay down on the grass. Corbin patted it on the head affectionately, accidentally brushing off a lot of its fur. "Whoops... sorry," said Corbin apologetically, but the wolf didn't seem to have noticed.

"Well, I guess we'd better get going again," mumbled Corbin drowsily. Gamble cawed once and flapped to his shoulder. "We should try to get at least halfway down the road to Rabantier before dark."

Walking stick in hand, raven on shoulder, face forward and body upright, Corbin walked off into the dusk. The wolf trotted silently at his side.

[killerkb]

"Damian ey?" Nail said.
"I once knew a guy named Damian."
"He was a great lad."

"My name is Nail" he continued.
"I'm sorry about your shoulder, you sure its okay?"

Nail looked at Damian, and then looked around him.

Quite the crowd was standing around them, looking as if they saw a ghost.
It wasn't common for the people in Rabentier, to see a guy pointing a long ranged rifle at another guys face.
Lets just hope no-one is going to make a problem out of this, Nail thought.

[T.L.I.]

There it was. The sensation that Raith had felt. A low buzzing. Raith tuned into it. He felt a curious probing on his brain. His eyes widened in astonishment. The pulse on his brain grew more intense. To start a converstation, a voice said.

[Tawl]

Damian smiled, the man called Nail was nice enough. Not much of a threat now that he had calmed down.
"My shoulder will be fine. Probably bruising, nothing I can't handle myself. Or at least a nice cold ale won't cure temporarily." He laughed. "In fact that's where I'll be heading to now, you're welcome to join me if you'd like, but I best be moving."
He swung his bag over his other shoulder.
"It was nice to have met you Nail." He said.

[T.L.I.]

The voice was gone, but Raith could still feel the buzz in his head. He tried to ignore it, and soon the buzz shrank to a low itch in the back of his head.

[killerkb]

Nail looked at Damien, and then smiled back. However, he wasn't able to join Damien at the moment.

"I'm sorry, I can't come with you" He said.
"hehe, maby I'll run into some other time. Nail said with a small grin.

Nail had to get back home, and fix his plane as soon as possible.
Maby some other time. he thought, and gave Damien a small nod.

Damien then swung his bag over his shoulder, and continued walking.

Nail looked at the crowd around him. Allot of people continued with what they were doing. They didn't really care anymore. Just a few were curious enough to keep peaking.

When Nail looked back at Damien, he was gone. Without leaving a trace.

Nail saw a small piece of paper in front of him. On the spot where Damien was standing.
He wasn't quite sure what it was. But it sure as hell was a small piece of paper; A little square piece...

It wasn't moving... just as Nail wasn't moving.
Minutes seemed to pass. Maby even hours. Nail wasn't sure.

The wind then moved the paper a bit, making Nail snap back to reality.
He reached out to the paper, and grabbed it off the ground.
Not quite sure what it was, so he turned it around, and read what it said.

"Public airship 7 - Rabentier » Corelli Port - 21:30" Nail read out loud.
A flight ticket to Corelli Port, for this evening? he thought.
Nail knew that the flight only stopped for fuel. So why take this flight?

Nail felt slightly guilty, since it was kinda his fault the ticket was lost.
So he decided to search for the Damien, hoping to find him, and give back the ticket.

[Varthonai]

(Alright, I'll try to get it finished tomoroww.)

(C'mon, dude, it's been forever now. Kyle is awesome. We want to hear more about him.)

[Killervirus]

(C'mon, dude, it's been forever now. Kyle is awesome. We want to hear more about him.)
(Don't push me.)

(NOTE: This post is located between where my character felt asleep and where Sarge found him on the streets.)


Kyle opened his eyes. He was still so abnormaly tired. A naughty grumble came from his stomach.
"What's happening here?" Kyle taught while grabbing his stomach.
An acid liquid came up his throat and spilled over his legs.
Before he realised what was going on, another flow came, and another, and another. It was a black puddle of rotten food that formed on the floor, with blood in it. To much blood.
"Oh no." Kyle stripped of his band-aid at his shoulder and stared, horrified, a the infected wound. Purpish blood came out.
"Poison." Kyle taught, another flow of vomit coming out of his mouth. He got up, and started running toward the stairs. He hit the table, pain pierced his leg, but he kept running.
"Need to find Dylan. Need to find Dylan." he kept repeating to himself.
He pushed people aside, growing more and more panicked.
He hitted something on the ground. He fell forover, his head hitting the cold stone.
A last seizure gripped trough his body, followed by a last stream of vomit.
Kyle's world went white, then black.

(You can wake up my char now, Sarge.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Ummm you got me at a disadvantage here Killer.)

[Varthonai]

(Ummm you got me at a disadvantage here Killer.)

(I think he's just filling in for lost time, MS. Between when he first got shot and when you found him. This is taking place before you got to him)

[Tawl]

(Can we please stick to the same timeline here people)

[Killervirus]

(Varthonai's right. I filled in the lost time. I even wrote it.)


(NOTE: This post is located between where my character felt asleep and where Sarge found him on the streets.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(But I don't know what to do now? Is he still in the room or what?)

[Killervirus]

(Yes, he is. You may let him wake up now and start the conversation if you want.)

[Mastersarge 300]

Sky looked at the man who was still sleeping in Nick's bed. It looked like he moved a little. Sky jumped off and nudged Nick. "Huh? What is it Sky?" he asked. Sky trotted over to the bed guesturing the man. "Oh?" Nick got up and went towards the bed. "Hey sir, are you awake? Wake up."

[Killervirus]

(I'm sorry if it was confusing, Sarge.)

"Huh?" Kyle mumbled, opening his eyes.
"Where am I? What happened?" he taught.
Kyle helped himself up with his left elbow and saw a young boy, around the 16, looking at him.
"I'm okay, boy, don't worry." Kyle wasn't even sure about that, as a nasty pain still pierced his shoulder.
"Where am I? What happened?" he asked, repeating his question aloud.

[Mastersarge 300]

(Its ok.)

"YOur in one of the Inn rooms. Im Nick. I found you in the middle of the street with that wound. It was also poisoned. I carried you here to get you rested up. And this here is my dragon Sky. He's sill young. And he won't be able to talk for a few more weeks." Nick explained.

[Killervirus]

"Dragon?" Kyle immediatly tried to back away, but he was re-assured by the small size of the dragon.
"I geuss you saved my life."
"..."
"Thanks." Kyle said, not really knowing what else to say.

[Mastersarge 300]

"Its nothing. There wasn't much I could do really except extract that poison. I was waiting for that airship that was announced earlier. It comes this evening." he said with a smile.

[Killervirus]

"You still saved my life." Kyle said back with a smile.
"And I think you deserve a reward."
His hand touched the small pouch, filled with gold coins, at his side.
Nick's smile grew greater as he opened the puch and spilled everything on the table next to him.
"A little reward for your goodness, Nick. You deserve more than me."

[Mastersarge 300]

"Wha..ha.... I don't know what to say. Im not sure if I could accept this much." he said as he looked at the coins. "But gold never really had my interest. Nonoftheless I thank you."

[Killervirus]

"I insist, however. Take it. I'm sure it'll serve you more than me." Kyle said.
"By the way, my name's Kyle." he added, replacing the now-empty pouch at his belt.

[Mastersarge 300]

"Thanks. Nice to meet you. My name's Nick, a dragon rider. Kinda. Sky is still young to do anything, even speak. But it'll take a few weeks." he replied lifting the dragon to his shoulder.

[Killervirus]

(You already told me your name, lol.)

Kyle's stomach grumbled.
"You have any food? I think I vomited up my 3 past meals." he groaned.

[Mastersarge 300]

(Lol my bad.)

"Sure. Follow me. The Inn usually sells food." Nick guestured Kyle to follow him as he went down the stairs.

[Killervirus]

Kyle tried to go up. He felt a bit dizzy, but he was able to follow Nick downstairs. He took his time to observe Nick's dragon abit.
"Beatifull beasts." he taught. It wasn't the first dragon he saw, counting the fact the high ranked assassins used dragons to get to destinations, but he never saw one that young.
"How did you get your dragon?" he asked Nick. "I've always taught their eggs were extremely expensive."

[Mastersarge 300]

"Sky? Well yeah the eggs are expensive. But this weird hooded guy gave me his egg for free. He said he was to old to be a rider." Nick said as he reached the counter. "Hey Fajor! Can ya give my friend here mutton?" a Denguard looked at the boy and the man. "Sure thing. Give me a second." he said as he went to the other room. "Egg's are very rare to be given up by other people. I guess most people didn't think they could handle it."

[Tawl]

(People who plan on boarding the Dauntless should start making reasons to do so. It's dragging on a little now)

Damian drank down the last of his glass as the mid-afternoon sun grew low in the sky.
"Flight must leave shortly, best be ready." He said to nobody but himself.
He stood up and pulled his bag over his shoulder, immediately wincing in pain. He smiled to himself, a stupid mistake to make. He switched shoulders and the pain receded. That man in the street had really hurt him. Still, he had been worse before and recovered.

He stepped outside of the bar into the cool breeze which had formed. The wind reminded him of flying. He loved being up in the air, it had a feeling of safety to him. It was an ironic feeling as you were more likely to die flying than on the ground in a street. He put his hand in his pocket and began walking towards the airship hanger bay. As he walked he slowed his pace. Something was wrong. He took his hand out of his pocket and felt the inside of his jacket. Nothing. He checked his other jacket pocket. Still Nothing. He quickly ran his hand through both of his pockets on his trousers. There was nothing. Damian swore loudly, attracting sharp disapproving stares from passers by. He had lost his air ticket.

[Mastersarge 300]

(KK. Got it)

Nick looked outside to see that it was turning eavening now. "Damn. Im going to be late! Listen Kyle I want to know, are you going to board the Dauntless? Im about to be late." he said as he grabbed his stuff and toss 3 gold coins to the Denguard. "Coming?"

[Varthonai]

Nick looked outside to see that it was turning eavening now.

(W00T!)

Corbin looked up at the swiftly-darkening evening sky. We'd better stop now, he thought. I want to get up early tomorrow... try to get to Rabantier as fast as possible.

Gamble descended to the ground from the sky above, clutching a dead rat in her beak. She pecked it into a bloody mess against the stone road and began slurping up the pasty remains.

"G-Gamble, you s-still owe me a favor. For the wolf's eye," Corbin remembered. "You're about to get a ch-chance to... to pay it back."

Gamble looked up from her meal, slightly interested.

"Not just yet," Corbin added. "But I thought it would only be f-fair to warn you now... I want to go to the Library when we... when we get to Rabantier, and I want to be able to find it without h-hiring a guide. You can probably guess the rest of what I'm going to s-say."

Gamble shrugged her wings comprehensively. "Oh, I don't know," Corbin added. "I'd guess you could head out when you w-wake up tomorrow. Fly ahead, try to... try to find a library, head b-back. You know."

The raven bobbed her head once, clicked her beak, and bent down to swallow another mouthful of rat paste.

Corbin's undead wolf companion noiselessly paced around the area, making certain that they weren't about to stop and sleep near a bandit camp. When everything was clear, it padded out from the trees again and lay down on its forearms. Its eyes glazed over, as if it were trying to slip away from the material world again.

Oh no you don't, Corbin reprimanded, catching the wolf's spirit with his mind and pulling it back. It wasn't difficult; the beast's fiercely burning soul stood out like a firefly in the darkness, and was just as easy to capture as a firefly would have been. You have to stay until morning. That's the deal, pal. It snorted irritatedly, but didn't fight.

How about a story? Corbin asked it. To pass the time? I've got a little while before I finish setting up camp and going to sleep.

The wolf looked decidedly unenthusiastic. Corbin smiled inwardly. Good. I like a challenge.

Corbin sat down on the cool grass by the side of the road, folded his hands, and began to tell a tale. (http://varthonai.deviantart.com/art/The-Epic-of-Canissa-and-Danlor-84155104)

(The story's kind of long and not completely relevant to the plot right now so I didn't want to take up space. But you can check it out if you want by clicking the link.)

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Night was fast approaching now, so Corbin lay back on the grass and fell asleep. The undead wolf remained vigilant at his side, ready to act immediately if any danger presented itself.

Gamble folded her wings and decided to sleep too, folding a wing over her head and shutting her black eyes.

Tomorrow's the big day, thought Corbin. Gods swallow me alive if Rabantier doesn't have a f*cking library.

[Killervirus]

(Sh't, I need a reason to come with you. I might have an idea, but it requires a phone. Do we have phones?)

[Mastersarge 300]

(No sorry. We don't have them here.)

[T.L.I.]

Raith stood up and headed for the exit.
"Hey!" said the bartender.
"You haven't paid."
Raith turned, clenching his fist.
"Please, let me apologize, I had something on my mind."
"Just give me my money."
Raith handed over the coins without a fuss, then proceeded out and into the open air. He walked down the path toward the ghetto, to the house where he had surprised Maxat earlier.
He froze, seeing a city guard at the doorway.
Ohnoohnoohno, he's gonna see me!
Raith backed down an alley and launched himself into the air, landing on the roof of a low building. He then jumped up to the next building, and the next one, until he was on one of the highest buildings in the city. Raith sat there, and curled up on the straw and dozed there.

(I'm just assuming that the buildings have some straw on top.)

[killerkb]

Nail searched the places he knew. The taverns he knew, and all the pubs he could think of.
Still no sign of Damien.
Oh man, this is bad... Nail thought to himself. And suddenly thousands of reasons went through his head, for why Damien had to take that flight.

Nail stood still, and didn't move...

Was he going to visit family?
Was it a business travel?
Was he going to meet up with friends?
Maby something illegal?
Maby a drug deal?
Weapon trade?
Or did he just enjoy flying?

A man bumped into Nail, and made him snap back to reality.
"Oh, I'm sorry" Nail said as an auto response.
He shook his head, and immediately continued his search.

Nothing.

Nails only chance was to check the air docks. Maby Damien was standing there, hoping to get a new ticket somewhere.
That was where Nail had to go next.

He grabbed his gear together, and started running towards the docks.

Hang on Damien, we'll get you on that flight.

[Varthonai]

"Wake up."
Raith cracked open an eye.
"Wake up, hero."
Raith sat up.
"Wake up, dead man.
Raith pulled out a cross from his pack and pulsed it across the rooftop.
A ghostly shimmer of a woman appeared in front of him. The shimmer held his face in her hands.
"Why couldn't you save me Raith? Why couldn't you do it?"
"I was dying, I couldn't move!"
"Oh Raith, I've missed you."
Raith pulled back and furiously dug in his pack.
"Nothing will make me go away Raith."
Raith pulled out a pentagram and blasted the ghost with it. She was unaffected.
"Come away with me Raith, let's start over in a new place."
"No, NO!"
Raith fell over backwards and plummeted to the ground, landing on a stack of barrels. One could see by looking at his shattered limbs, smashed chest, and jaggedly split face that he was dead.

(Here's hoping that that was all just a dream.)

[T.L.I.]

Raith's hand quivered. He was fairly certain that he had landed in a deserted area. He tried to rise, then stopped as an arm started to detatch. He lay back down with a sigh, resigned to letting himself heal before he moved.

(This is my way of passing the time until morning)

[Killervirus]

(But do assassins have any way of communicating with their collegeus in any other fast way? Such as a spell or something? Kinda like T.L.I.'s one. A mental conversation.
Otherwise I won't be able to find myself a reason.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Yeah. They use magic and spells. That stuff yeah.)

[XdbX]

(So some may not remember but i was the first post after MS so i was the first to sigh up if you don't count MS. i have not been posting here because i want to keep form having a bad post. so i put in a good deal of work to day to get this post right so i hope you like it. )


i planed on doing my market stall trick again.
but a thought came to me. What if i was not so lucky as to have some
random kid steal from a stall random that i am at. so i could steel
something form it after the stall keeper was running after him.
but i new that if i look rushed the shopkeeper would not leave there stall
with me around. so i toke a deep breath and tried to clam my mind
down. then at if all all the sounds died down and i was hearing music
then i opened my eyes and it did not sound like music but more look
like music. it was like i could hold the music with in my hand. and let it
go like it was a bird. and i started to what seemed to walk to it. now i
look to my left still walking and it seemed no one heard this music
that you make any man weep. and it seemed as if i could not hear any
sound other then this music. then with out knowing what i was doing i
stop right in front of a shop.
i look at the sigh and it read
"[b]Necromancer magic shop of blessing of the dead"
the music seemed to being coming quitter.
i look at the shop keeper wares and saw a sword. the shopkeeper seem
puzzled by me being here.

i said. "How much is this sword dear sir?".

and then he yell "Gloryest" and a girl of 17 or maybe 21 walk in with a
full black dress that seemed like gold in the sun and said to me.

"only few can hold that sword and ever few and use it. If you think you can
hold take it out of the case." so i did so, taking it out of it hilt.
it was the music i had heard. the blade seem sharper then any thing i
had seen. the alloy i had never seen ever in my life but it look like i
could take down a stone wall with it. i look back at the girl who name
must of been Gloryest and she said

"This is a soul blade. It shows what
the user of the blade is or what his soul Was, Is, and Will be,
the blade looks sharp because you are sharp. the blade look like it
would never bend because you would never bend.

for what you see is nothing but your soul.
the only part other then this that is magical is that the sword will stay
the same in a battle. the only time this sword could be damaged is any
time you are not in battle. and only those who have been in the
Necromancer tower can take it out of the hilt. yes yes i know you did
some training there the the did the curse to you. But other then what
i have told you i do not know any thing else about you."

"wow"

i said looking back at the shop keeper then seeing that he was no where in sight.

"and i know what made you come here." she said

"you do?" i ask "i don't even know what made me come here

with out knowing it i had my mouth open staring at her.

"It is the music that you can not hear but do hear. the music that you
can pick up. the music of the soul that was, the soul that is, the soul
that is to be,"

"how do you know this"? I asked

"If i told you i would have to move." she said.

"um so rrr uh"

"just take it as a gift from a cursed one just like you"

I found my self having my mouth open staring at her again.
Then she turned and i saw at the back of her dress what look like a hour
glass cut out of of it.

( so before you read on if you don't know what a hour glass is put in

hourglass wik on Google so you know what i am talking about.)

and where you could see her skin it look like it was sun burned as much
as any could get sun burn. but it did not look like dead skin.
So after going with my new and only sword in hand I started walking
away from the market then I remember that I need to get some food and
then as if it was sent back in time but still where i was in walking.
in the same time i heard

"This is a soul blade. It shows
what the user of the blade is or what his should Was, Is, and Will be, the
blade looks sharp because you are sharp. the blade look like it would
never bend because you would never bend. for what you see is
nothing but your soul."

I can not steal from this day forward I said. at least that what it seamed

but by the look of ever one there it seemed more like i yelled.
then the shopkeeper that i stole the apples from said hay your the one
with the son that try to steal from me and when i came back to my
apple 5 more were missing. before i could say any thing ever one was
saying i stole from them. even if i did not.

So I was running for dear life.
I look back and I see the Mod still chasing me.
"I am near the dock. I might be able to sneak on one of the ships there."
I said to my self.
"The mob is still gaining ground on me."
I said not knowing why i said it.
Then I trip. I new why. this blasted arm.
"This is what I get for stealing."
I said. Then I saw the kid that I gave the apple to with some other kids
and they were running across the road with a rope.
I saw the Mod closing 2 feet away from the rope.
then the kids pulled it with all there might and the first 3 rows trip over
it. then all the rows after that started carefully to walk over the rope
and ever one on the road. I new I had to get up and run.
and so I did.

when I turned corner I saw the docks. Good thing to.
The closest ship had the markings Dauntless. I saw a open box and I
crawled in it with my sword in hand. the ride was not fun and it was
cramp. But I was getting of this pit.

[XdbX]

I felt the box being lifted up and taken some where.
And I heard some one talking.

"Hay Rickey. What do you think they have in this box?"

"No idea Tomas."

So when they put down the box that I was in and they left the room I
listened for some one else and when I heard no one I open the box.
after hammering it shut again i left the cargo hold.
I new I had to keep from being seen or I would be thrown off of the ship.
I toke out my new sword and it was some what blending in to the light.
The only reason it would do that is because of me trying to hide form
ever one. my soul was blending with light I guess.
I really don't know why it did that.
any ways I was Walking along and I hear

"HAY YOU STOP. I SAID STOP."

It was coming from behind me so I turn and I see the back of the ship captain.
as quite as I could I tried to sneak away because if his back was to
mine that means he was talking to some one else.
I thought I got away when I hear BOOM
It was gun fire. I would risk my life on that.

[Killervirus]

(Yeah. They use magic and spells. That stuff yeah.)
(Few, that's a relief :D)


Before Kyle could answer, a presence infiltrated his mind.
"Kyle?" he recongized Dylan's voice.
"Dylan? Not the moment!"
"Kyle, where have you been?"
"Long story short, I've been poisoned and saved by a boy. He has a dragon."
"What?!" Dylan's voice came loud and made Kyle wince in pain. "Listen, tell me the details later. I have a new job for you."
"What does it involves?"
"You need to go to Corelli, the first plane is the GR Dauntless, it only stops there for fuel, but we got it arranged thanks to a few of our contacts, we have it all planned, just get to the airport now. All the stuff you need are already there. Someone will meet you there."
The presence of Dylan faded.
Kyle shook his head. Still wasn't used to this mental intrusions.
"You.... the Dauntless, you say? To Corelli?" Kyle asked Nick.

[Mastersarge 300]

Nick turned around and looked at Kyle. "Yeah I think so. What you have business there?" he asked him.

[XdbX]

So I was hiding in a hall way.
Not the best spot but the only spot I could get to with out a likely hood of being shot at.

"HAY YOU THERE!"

I stood up with fear. Not knowing what to do I stayed there.

"Ya you are you ok?"

"Ye... y... yes sir"

"What are you doing hiding over there?"

"I heard the gun fr... fir... fire sir."

"O that was a miss loading and the gun fired on it own."

"Did it ing... ig... in... hurt any one?"

"No good thing to."

"Well I better get on deck."

"Yes you better. We will be leaving in a short time."

[Killervirus]

"Yeah, I just remember I was going to Corelli with the Dauntless. I'm not sure how I got poisoned, though." Kyle said.
"I... Everything's already there, I think.... Yes, my boss had already aranged it all. But I suppose we have to go now."

[Mastersarge 300]

"Ok. Hurry up. Im positive we'll get there on time." Nick replied.

[T.L.I.]

Raith was in the midst of a dream.
Raith walked down the country road. He was in the rank and file of a village militia.
"Hey Raith, you ok?" It was Raith's best friend, Markus.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just anxious."
Markus turned away.
Raith looked up, and saw the stars come out. He heard a noise and turned with a start, only to see that another militia was merging with theirs.
Raith smiled. A good show of force tonight, and the rebels would back down and everyone could go home. His sword felt heavy at his side, but he bore the weight quietly. He was 18 now, a man.
As the combined militia walked down the road, toward Rav, where the Imperials living in the slums had risen up. Raith hated all the Imperials, but the wealthy rulers of the village had given his village financial aid before. That was why the militia was marching to the other village.

No one knew just how powerful the rebels had become.

Raith's column halted, and there they were, before the gates of Rav. The small army was only there for a second when a cry from a pike-man caused all heads to snap skyward to see the rain of fire arrows hailing down on them.
"Move! Move!" was the general cry sent up as the formation broke apart. Raith was shoved to the ground and curled into a ball as the arrows rained down. The night was filled with screams and the sound of burning flesh.
The formation reconfigured at the gate and started to pluck fire arrows from where they burned and shove them into the wood.
The gate started to burn, and a quickly cut battering ram soon had the door down.
The militia cheered, rushing into the town.

[Tawl]

(Some people need to really read carefully what is posted. The Dauntless is not going to Corelli, that is where 'I' wish to head. Also your own reasons are rather abrupt and less than believable. Stickler.)

Damian held his head in his hands, he could not afford another ticket, and he desperately needed to get moving. He walked briskly through the thinning crowds of the main street. The evening air was thick with moisture. His pushed his hair off his forehead.
What am I going to do? He thought to himself.
As if to answer his own question, he looked up at the City Airship Hanger Bay. He began walking up the stairs and sighed. If he wasn't going to be able to get on legally, he might just have to get inventive.

[killerkb]

Time went by, and Nail had to hurry.
It was quite crowded at the air docks. So he had to keep his eyes open.
Trying to find one man, in a crowd of hundreds, could be a problem.

I have to get higher up, Nail thought to himself.
If I can just look over the crowd...

It wasn't appreciated to climb stuff, because of safety reasons.
Non the less, Nail walked up to a pole, and started climbing it.

He didn't had to climb far. He saw Damian walking up the stairs of a hanger bay.
"Did he buy a new ticket?" Nail mumbled to himself.
"In that case I have to give the guy his money back"

"Sir, please get down from there." a voice said, from behind Nail.

Nail turned his head, and there was a woman standing; Clearly security.
Of course she noticed Nails rifle, and she already had her hand on her gun.

"Please sir, I'm not going to say it again." She said.

"Of course, yes, sorry." Nail replied, and jumped from the pole.
"I just had to... oh never mind, sorry" He said, and ran towards the stairs.

The security woman didn't really had a reason to follow Nail, or arrest him.
So she just kept an eye on him, but didn't interfere.

Nail bumped into a few people. He noticed some people giving him a very angry or dirty look, but didn't respond to that. He had other things on his mind, which were far more important.

"Damian!" Nail shouted.
"Damian Wait!"

Damian was somewhere at the top of these stairs.
Nail had no time to waste.
He would board the flight himself, if Damien bought a new ticket already. Just to give back the money, for the new ticket.

Some people clearly didn't trust the running man, with his rifle, and shouting to someone else. Some took a step back. Some tried to hinder Nail a bit.

[Killervirus]

(Some people need to really read carefully what is posted. The Dauntless is not going to Corelli, that is where 'I' wish to head. Also your own reasons are rather abrupt and less than believable. Stickler.)


(Slightly edited. Also, I know mine are a bit (very?) abrupt, but it was that or nothing :p)

(By the way, Sarge, you can make the next post, seeing I don't have really something to post.)

[Mastersarge 300]

Nick reached towards the airstrip and saw the Dauntless in sight. The airship looks magnificent from this view. "I got my ticket. Come on Sky lets head up!" he said running towards the ship. He passed through the crowd and reached the ramp but was blocked by a man with a rifle. "Looks like a long line from here."

[T.L.I.]

The militiamen ran through the gates into the town center cheering, but all of a sudden everyone stopped. Raith shoved his way to the front.
The entire square was filled with skeleton warriors and archers.
"Oh my god!" "What the hell are those things?!" "A Necromancer!"
The skeleton archers opened fire and the warriors charged.
The militia ran for the gates, but were stopped by the reanimated corpses of the dead outside.
To their credit, after the militia engaged the enemy they fought hard, but the unyielding force of the undead wore them down. Raith was able to strike down a few skeletons before being stabbed in the guts. He screamed and chopped off the skeletons arm, then swung wildly at the monsters until he was stabbed once more, this time through the head. His corpse collapsed among the other dead.
__________________________________________________ __________________________
Raith woke up. His head was healed, although his abdomen wound was still gaping. A Denguard sorcerer stood over him with one hand on his chest. A quick glance revealed that the man bore the crest of the Royal Army.
"What happened?"
"You were impaled through the gut and head, but thanks to the survival of two of your fellows, the Army was informed and came."
"Why wasn't I transformed?"
The sorcerer chuckled. "You can thank your friend Markus for that. After losing an eye, he fell and saw you. He managed to rise, and dragged your corpse with him."
After the healing was complete, Raith was directed to a commander.
"So, you can confirm that there were. Indeed. Skeletons?"
"Yes." Raith replied.
The commander sighed. "Then that means that this civil war is escalating."
"Sir?"
"A group of Necromancers rebelled and tried to form their own nation, but the Army beat them down. A few of the most powerful survived, and now carry out vengeance. This was the first time they took troops from inside our borders."
The man stood up.
"You are free to go, of course, but I must request that you do not tell anyone you know what has transpired."

[Tawl]

(Bah, who cares. So long as those who want to get on board can get on board I guess)

Damian stopped as he heard his name called out. He turned around and saw the man who had run into him earlier sprinting towards him. He noticed with amusement as members of hte crowd parted away from him. He may not have seemed dangerous to him when they had first met, but anyone running around shouting carrying a high velocity rifle would scare most people.

[XdbX]

I was on top deck. I did not know what to do. there was a man with a rifle runing yelling some thing. The crowd run from him. Some one robing a store near by. But no one seamed to be looking over there other then the boy next to me. Then there was a gate burning that must of been 25 mil away. No joke. My jacket seemed to be moving. As if there was a wind.
I look behind me and I see some one having there hand in my jacket trying find something that was not there.

"HAY YOU! THIEF!"

Ever one turn around and look at us and he still had his hand in my jacket not know what to do.

"What going on here?"

One of the crewmen said.

"Hay I know. Didn't I say not to come back here? TAKE THIS MAN TO THE BRIG!"

Then I thought I heard some one saying.

"I need to look at your ticket, Ever one."

So then I said "Hold it sir"

Then I acted like I was searching my jacket.

Then I said. "He has my ticket, sir."

So they look in his jacket and found a ticket,

"Good thing you found out he stole your ticket, Before we left sir or you would be kick off ship."

the man said.

I though to my self 3 words. One free ticket,

[Killervirus]

Klide reached towards the airstrip and saw the Dauntless in sight. The airship looks magnificent from this view. "I got my ticket. Come on Sky lets head up!" he said running towards the ship. He passed through the crowd and reached the ramp but was blocked by a man with a rifle. "Looks like a long line from here."
(I'm still with you, right?)

Kyle followed Nick up the stairs. Suddenly, another voice came up in his mind.
"Are you the assassin named Kyle?" a female voice asked.
"Yes, I am." Kyle said, suddenly not sure if it had been wise to answer. He hoped she was that contact Dylan spoke off.
"Good. go to the deck, you should see the Dauntless from here. You shoudn't have any trouble passing the attendants there. If you do, call me in mind."
"Wait, do you know...." Kyle sighed. "Looks like no-one likes to stay in my spirit for long."

[Mastersarge 300]

(Yes you still are.)

[Killervirus]

(Oh, BTW, you made a slight mistake.)

Klide reached towards the airstrip and saw the Dauntless in sight.
(it's Nick, no? ^^)



(Oh, can youmake the next post again?)

[Mastersarge 300]

(My bad. I edit it.)

[Killervirus]

"Hey Nick, why do you need to be in Correlli anyway?" Kyle asked, catching up.

[Mastersarge 300]

"I just enjoy flying and traveling. I go anywhere in the world." he said looking back smiling.

[Tawl]

(The airship is not going to fucking Corelli. How many times must it be said?)

[XdbX]

(OK since tawl is having to resay him self over and over and over. I am going to say this.
The ship is going to Espheria City. If you look back at Tawl post this is where the ship was headed. Tawl is on it because it is going to Corelli to refuel. Most likely no one would know this in less the were looking for a ship Corelli. I do not think any one but tawl guy would be real want to go to Corelli. But if by luck all of you want to go to Corelli why not just wait 5 day's)

[Mastersarge 300]

(I kinda understood him. But Virus didn't.)

[Tawl]

(OK since tawl is having to resay him self over and over and over. I am going to say this.
The ship is going to Espheria City. If you look back at Tawl post this is where the ship was headed. Tawl is on it because it is going to Corelli to refuel. Most likely no one would know this in less the were looking for a ship Corelli. I do not think any one but tawl guy would be real want to go to Corelli. But if by luck all of you want to go to Corelli why not just wait 5 day's)

(Thank you, that made my day. Somebody read my post. :)

Now, the ship is stopping over at Corelli, but I have a reason to go there. So long as everyone else is on board, MS has something planned that will happen during the voyage.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Something.... Devilish. >: D XD If anyone is still planning to board the air ship please do so now.)

[XdbX]

(Let just move on. I don't want to have to make Tawl clean up the topic because of us chatting)

I was look and seeing the chaos. it man me feel good. then it felt like water and bread mix then trying to taste the water. the i fell like I could not stand to look. i look down and saw my soul blade. then i said

"who can stand this. to look at ever one miss going on. to look at there bad luck.
to spy on them as much as we can with out them knowing we are ever looking.
[spits on the deck] I just can stand it.

the only person there that seamed to see me, hear me, and think of what i said, was the boy that was looking at the robber that was running away know. then he turn his head back to see what was going on now. so i turned and walk in side the ship. and went to the dinner. nice place. they seemed to like using fake gold a lot. i mean not many could tell but from trap of war when there was gold you had to tell what was fake and what was not.

"May I take your order mis-sir"(i have no i deal how to spell it so this is how it sounds)

"Yes I would like cream cheese sail to start off with. the a dish of dog with clam with a side of some blue cheese and gorm.and i would like a 56 de tul wine. and after that tell the ladies that there is a open seat over here.

"Yes mis-sir"

The waiter seam to not like joke that much, most likely he was not going to follow the latter and that was fine with me. it was only meant to be a joke.

(thanks tawl.

MS since this is you RP can you tell me what you think i need to work on to make my post better. im asking you because what ever you say is most likely going to help this RP. ya i don't mind if other voice what they think but ya i asked MS so i am most likely going to go with what ever he tells me.)

[Killervirus]

(I kinda understood him. But Virus didn't.)
(Huh, I had the feeling I did.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Well in Corelli the airship flies there to refuel. So there, hoped it helps. ^^)

[Killervirus]

(I APOLOGIZE!)
( I knew the ship was just fueling in Correlli, I just taught you, Sarge, had writte that your character was actually getting off at Corelli. This leaded to people thinking I taught the ship simply went to Correlli.
My apologies to anyone bothered by this incident.)

(Can you still answer my question, though? Just change Correlli to Espheria City.)


( My character is going to get off at Espheria City, I'm going to edit my posts as soon as I finish some other stuff.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Sorry. Thats up to Tawl, he's a mod and he made Correlli. So in term mod's have some ownerships to places and events in RPG's as well as the Gamemods so this is acceptiable. Ask Tawl over in PM so we don't have to keep this up off topic. XP)

[Killervirus]

(Oh right, you already answered it.
*slaps self* There's something wrong with me lately...)

"I don't understand how you get all the money for travel and food. Not to mention taking care of your dragon." Kyle said, giving a quick glance to the little chirping dragon on Nick's shoulder.

[Mastersarge 300]

(Lol its ok)

"Well for my age I freelance all the time. I pick up a job here and make gold then move on. I usually search ruins and old abbandon buildings. The only thing im good at is hunting. Sky here helps me find any animals with his scent." he said smiling.

[killerkb]

Nail was glad Damian heard him.
However, he saw the crowd moving away from him, and Damian sort of backed off.
Nail smiled, stopped running, and tried to catch his breath.

"Damian, you..." Nail tried to say. He was still a bit tired from running those stairs.
His conditions wasn't as good as it used to be.

"You dropped... dropped your ticket, when I bumped into you".

Nail reached down his pocket, and grabbed the ticket that was inside.
He pulled it out, and reached out to Damian.

"Sorry if I startled you there."
"But I was determine to give it back to you."

Nail sighed, and took a deep breath.

"Well, it seems I'm not used to running anymore"

He gave Damian annother smile, and handed over the ticket.

"I hope you'll find what ever it is your looking for."

[Mastersarge 300]

(Sorry I came in late but in response for X's post, there's not much ya need to improve. Just use good grammer and better details.)

[XdbX]

(is this RP dead? no joke.
is some one going to make a post.
my grammar is bad and all that so i have to take time to edit it then hope google finds all my miss spells. but if it take a post from me to get you guys to post then so be it. just give me time)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Im waiting for Tawl since its hsi turn ater KillerKB posted. And no its not dead yet.)

[Varthonai]

(Well I still have plans for my character in this RP but they can't start happening until Mastersarge changes the time to morning. So it's up to the rest of you guys to keep it alive until then, I guess.)

[XdbX]

([low voice] the... laz... can post a d... th... *BEEP)
My cream cheese sail came at last. But it looked green,
So with out showing the waiter what mine food look like i ask,

"Sir what does Cream cheese sail look like?
just wounder because I have never had it"
I said.

"Aw mis-sir. It is sails fill with a cream that is heaven..."

As you can tell he was trying to get others to buy it.

"And the cream is like A cheeses that no one has ever tasted before, an..."
he tried to finish but i cut him off.

"What color is it?"
I asked.

"What color mis-sir?"
He said with A stunned look on his face.

"Yes what color is it?"

"mis-sir it is blue. it is blue cream cheese of snail you ordered."

A rage filled me for some reason. I could not control. I did not know why I was mad.

"BLUE YOU SAY. BLUE. IT IS GREEN GREEN. AND I DID NOT ORDER BLUE CREAM CHEESE OF SNAIL. I. ORDER. CREAM. CHEESE. OF. SNAIL."

Saying each word slowly at the last part. Then after I was done I filpt the plater over and flys came flying from it. They must of been hiding in the food.
I look at the waiter again. This time with the look of A devil. I knew I needed to get out of there before I killed some one. So I said

"Until you can cook here I will not even look over at this dump."

I new what was getting me all mad.
Sky sickness. Never got use to it. Running to the rail of the air ship A green matter left my lips.

(OK this is the best i can do on this computer and i am now taking PM until -7 GTM at 5:00. sorry for any bad grammar or miss spells or not having the right uper case lower case thing. the funning thing is that I am willing to go and say you need to fix this this and this in some one post for games. but my post have bad grammar and all this other stuff that i can bother my self to look for. and as some have seen i don't care about grammar in ooc that much. and sorry about where i have big text i did not have a it in bold but for some reason it will not work)

[Killervirus]

(is this RP dead? no joke.
is some one going to make a post.
my grammar is bad and all that so i have to take time to edit it then hope google finds all my miss spells. but if it take a post from me to get you guys to post then so be it. just give me time)
(No, your grammar IS fine. It's just your punctuation. Use , . : ? ! more and add CAPITAL LETTERS in your sentences.)


(I'm kinda waiting for Sarge here.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Im waiting for Tawl too. Once he's onboard we leave.)

[XdbX]

(I wounder if we talk ooc if that would speed him a long.
And as I don't want to post some thing useless like how the green matter that left my lips hit the hat of the mayor of the town or any useless like that. I am not going to add to my part of the story.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Ok guys. Here's an annoucment for you all. Im about to move on to the plot and get the ship moving in the air. If you are NOT on the ship or posted something of whatever then you might me left behind. This is your last chance now to move. Thank you.)

One of the Dauntless's crew came out of the ramp and faced to everyone outside. "Attention! The Dauntless is preparing to lift off now! Please prepare to board or you will be left behind! We'll refuel at Corelli once we get there and move to out destination! Make sure you have everything ready!" he called out.
Nick was lucky that they were on the ramp. "Come on. The ship is about to leave." he said to Kyle.

[Varthonai]

(Corbin is completely helpless and has no chance of getting to the Dauntless in time whatsoever! Hooray for incompetence! :crazy:)

[XdbX]

(you have not been posting right. well then do something that a lazy XdbX would do and make a post saying you got there in town a hour ago and just give us some flash backs :)
and that is my tip on lazyness for the day. also keep track of how many of the day there is in fact. because it would not be RP if it toke you 10 days and the game has not even had that much RP time that i know of. o and by the way this post i am doing most likely will latter have nothing to do with the story but this RP is falling in the last to post and so I am going to make this post just because I want something to do.)

I looked around after throwing up hoping no one saw what i had done.
well would you want ever to know that you were feeling sick on a air ship?
any way when i was turning my head i saw. a girl like a flower have yellow gold hair.
and i saw her. i look down at my soul sword, the girl was now the one that gave me the sword. i saw her back and saw the the hourglass cut in her dress. this was the girl that gave me the sword. then she saw me and started walking to be and i was her as the girl like a flower with yellow hair like gold. and then i saw the name tag on her dress.
the crazyist thing was the dress was that of a server.
"May i help you sir" she said.

[killerkb]

(Master, if you don't wait for Tawl, he'll be on the ship automaticly. So am I. But I'm kinda waiting for him to respond to my post)

[XdbX]

(When I was at my dads i thought of sending him a PM then i thought that it would be kind of rude) "No but thank you" i said

I did not trust any thing now. my battle sense were working. i was looking at ever one ready for a fight, i did not know what was going on. but i was not going to let some one hit me from behind when thinking about it.

[Mastersarge 300]

(Yes I know KillerKB. Im waiting for Tawl to post too. But I can't keep on stalling for much longer.)

[XdbX]

(some one should make a just in case post. something we will post in case he does not post soon. nothing that would make a sub story but just something that is saying he went on the ship and all that. and it would feel real. but it would not be like tawl post, and no right now i do not feel like making one.)

[Tawl]

(Sorry guys, lots of shit going on in my life right now. To make it up for you here is a nice juicy post for ya all. Oh and MS, if you'd like I could run the side story coming up by controlling some of the characters like the Ships Captain and whatnot.

And if I do forget to post or something needs to be elaborated on, do feel free to PM me. I probably deserve it. :) )

Damian couldn't help but smile at the man, he really found him most amusing. He seemed very threatening to the eye, but when he spoke you probably wouldn't find someone nicer. He reached out and took the ticket Nail was holding. Quickly glancing his eyes across it he could tell that it was indeed his ticket, in very good condition to, one would never have known that he had lost it.
"Thank you my friend, and to you as well." He said. As the steward called to the crowd and the mechanical drone echoed of the loud speaker to begin boarding he turned to go. Over his shoulder he added.
"It's a shame were travelling separate paths. I feel we could have had a riot for a time."
With one last gesture he walked up the metal gangplank of the Dauntless.
"However I feel we'll meet again, probably sooner than expected." He added to himself, and he believed it to.

The crew member tore his ticket without so much as a good evening before waving him on. Damian noted that, hoping that all the crew members weren't as distant. He hated flying with stuck up people. It took the fun out of it.

----------

He found the door to his cabin without any help from the staff, in fact he thought there were very little staff to be seen.
"Strange." He said to himself quietly. But shrugged it off, chances are most were upstairs keeping order, or even tending to the first class flyers. Damian laughed at the thought of them. People rolling in more money than they knew what was good for them, sitting around in expensive suits drinking expensive wine. As they stared out of a closed full wall window they would comment, "I do say. We are rather high up. By show I enjoy flying." He shook his head. Those kind of people didn't even know what flying was, and sitting in a chair sipping drinks was not flying in the slightest.

He hung his jacker on the back of the door and placed his satchel down near the head of the bed. It was a small room, but perfectly comfortable containing the bare essentials and nothing unnecessary. He stood in front of the small cabinet and look into the mirror. Looking closely he notice the bags under his eyes.
"You need sleep my friend." He said, and undid his neck bandanna. Placing it on the cabinet he ran his right hand over the scar on the side of his neck he'd had for three years now. He still hadn't gotten used to it, feeling that it had to be hidden. He sat down on the bed and cheered up immediately at the softness of it. He had slept in some horrible places before, but he might actually sleep well here.

He pulled his bag towards him and undid the clasps. Then he carefully removed his package. It was a fairly typical, ordinary looking thing, which was exactly as Damian had requested it look. Brown paper tied firmly in place with nylon string. To the casual eye it could be anything from a bundle of fish to a new hat. Of course to Damian it was something much more valuable, and the cost of it was proof enough of it. He untied the strong and carefully removed the paper. He smirked as he revealed the contents of the package and held it into the light. What he held were two Lithianite Fusion Contractors connected by a Graft Coil. They were in almost pristine condition, excepting a few smudges on the tubing, but nothing hindering their performance quality.

Damian's own airship, was the Serraf, and was currently docked in a Corellian Storage hanger. On his last job the internal generator had taken a Penetrating round and the poor girl nearly didn't make it back in one piece. While he was perfectly capable of repairing her himself, the parts he needed to get her air-ready again weren't exactly available on every corner store. So of course he had no choice but to turn to the black market.

He replaced the wrapping as the intercom blared on.
Would all passengers travelling on The GR Dauntless to Espheria City please ensure that they are on board and any belongings are stowed appropriately. We will be departing shortly

----------

Airship Captain Tayen Gaut lay back in his chair as he listened to the first hostess complete her routine speech. Everything was routine on board a ship, it helped everything run smoothly, and while monotonous it was what he liked. He opened his eyes as his co-pilot Ethan Valan came back holding two cups of steaming Caffita. Ethan was still a young man, but Tayen looked on his as the son he never had. His girls had all grown up and moved onto live their lives. Having been flying with Ethan now for the better part of a year he had a special spot for him.
"It's almost you can read my mind." He said as he took on of the cups and blew on it gently.
"Well it's all part of our routine isn't it?" Ethan responded and sat down in his own chair. Captain Gaut laughed.
"The only problem with out own personal routines is that we add so much to them I'm surprised even we can keep up." Ethan joined in the laughter.
Still smiling Gaut rasied his cup. "To another succesful voyage Eth."
Ethan raised his own cup in response. "May the stars light our way and the wind rustle our hair. May we dock in all safety so that one day we may fly again."
Gaut raised his eyebrows. "That was new."
Ethan shrugged, looking a little embarrsed. "Just something I came up with. It needs a bit of tweaking, but..."
Gaut cut him off. "It's nice Eth, very nice. Why don't you warm her up, I'm going to want the heating on in here before it gets real cold."

----------

As the intercom shut off Damian recognised the faint hum below him as the engine's began their slow rotation to warm up the engine binders. Damian replaced the package in his satchel with a bemused look on his face.
"Please ensure you're on board." He said to himself. "Kind of a pointless thing to say. If you're not on board you're not going to hear it."
He kicked off his boots and swung his legs up onto the bed. He might as well get a light nap before heading to the upper deck for a drink, then he'd turn in for the night.

(Phew, that was fun)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Ahh.. That explains it. And yes you can run the side story. Besides you made the ship. :))

"Ok Kyle. Lets hurry up." said Nick. The line moved and everyone got onboard. The place sure was crowded. And most seats were already taken. "Do you see anywhere we can sit?"

[Killervirus]

"Over there, Nick." Kyle said, quickly making his way to the chairs.
"No problems?" he heard in his head. It was the woman again.
"No problems."
"Good. By the way, we got you a room in an inn in Espheria City. Someone there should lead you to it."
"Sure."
"Okay then. Bye. You probably won't hear me again."
The presence faded. Kyle quickly glanced toward Nick, but he didn't seem to have noticed Kyle's mind conversation.

(By the way, Tawl, hope that sh't in your life wasn't to bad.)

[XdbX]

(glad to have you back. any ways so i can now go on the user CP on my moms computer and read PM bad news is that i can't send PM :(. any way glad to have you back.
and after i read the post i will edit this with something that comes up in my mind.
one thing about read PM and not being able to send them is that i can thank guys for helping me LOL.)

(is a air ship like a plane or and old sea ship. because i had some what of the sea view where you had rooms and all this. any ways just to see that i don't mess up on my RPing)

[Tawl]

(Think of it as something from Final Fantasy)

[XdbX]

(sorry only played i think the 4 one. the one with the bilzs ball star guy who is taken in to time be SIN. i have only played i think 5 hours of it. I will try to play by ear.)

I look in my pocket to find the the ticket.
In a low voice so only i could hear it i said

Well I can't sleep on the deck..

I look at the room number. It was on the lower part of the ship.
So i started down.

It toke me little time to find the room.
To think that I trying the change my life had stolen a ticket from some one trying to steal from me.

the room was some what big.
not much room. I found thing that made me wound what was going on in here.
Then i found it...

(This is going to end bad I just know it. I am going to come up with something lame that I found. Or something like that LOL)

[Varthonai]

(W00t! Will there be a time change when the Dauntless finally takes off? If so, will it be early evening or will it be night?)

(I'm so excited that things are happening again.)

[killerkb]

Nail looked at Damian boarding the ship.
"Owh man... I wish I could go with you" Nail thought, while staring at the ship.

It was nice to meet you to he quickly added. But Damian was long gone.

"Damn..."
"I to, need to get away from this place for a while. Just to get my mind clear." Nail thought to himself.

He turned around, but noticed that there wasn't enough time to buy a new ticket.
He quickly ran to the back of the ship.

He knew allot about ships.
And he knew how they were built.
He made sure no one was watching, and sneaked up the back.
There was a small door there, meant for the luggage.

He sneaked in, and waited behind some suitcases, for the plain to leave.

"I guess our paths won't be separated just yet my friend" Nail said to himself. And remained as quite as possible.

[XdbX]

(Nice. you guys rule.
any ways any ideal what i found or my guy found?)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Well its basically up to you since you made it.)

"Very nice here. You picked a nice seat besides the window Kyle." said Nick as he looked outside. Sky hopped down from Nick's shoulder and looked around.

[XdbX]

the room was some what big.
not much room. I found thing that made me wound what was going on in here.
Then i found it...


It was a case under the bed.
The case look like some kind case that only the rich have.
I opened it and found money, bloody money.
The case was full of it. I mean full.
Then I saw that there were no numbers on the bills,
It was not bloody money but funny money.
Or fake money....

[Tawl]

(I meant to post this earlier, but my connection decided to hate me.)

Captain Gaut drained the last of his Caffita just as the First Stewardess entered the cockpit. Behind her walked Stefan, their navigational officer.
"Sir, all passengers are on board." She said.
"Thank you Meredith." Gaut replied, then added to Stefan. "Nice of you to finally join us."
"You know me." Stefan said. "I got lost on my way here."
"That's scary considering you're the one guiding us." Ethan said.
Gaut shook his head. Stefan's jokes were terrible, but he let him have his fun.
"Well people, let's get this show on the road."
Meredith nodded and left the cockpit. Gaut took his headset off the the radio and clipped it to his ear, from the corner of his eye he could see Ethan doing the same.
"Control tower this is GR Dauntless requesting permission for take-off, following flightplan 362."
After a few seconds the radio responded.
GR Dauntless you are green light for take-off. Repeat you are cleared to go, flight plan 362
"Thank you tower." Gaut responded.
Oh and by the way Tayen. The radio responded. Don't think I haven't forgotten you still owe me a beer.
Gaut laughed. "Don't worry Jim, I'll pay up on return."
I'll hold you to that. Happy flying.

Stefan took his seat at his desk and clicked on his holographic screen.
"Weather patterns are fine captain." he said said, looks like we're going to have an easy run."
"Excellent." Gaut replied. "Well lets get this moving."
Ethan clicked over his radio connection. "Engine room, this is co-pilot Ethan Valan. What is the current engine status."
Binders are warmed sir, were ready whenever you are.
"Roger that." Ethan replied and looked at Gaut. "Were all set."
"Flight plan's uploaded." Stefan added. "On you call sir."
Gaut activated the ship's intercom and prepared to deliver his address.

----------

Damian opened his eyes a fraction as he heard the blare of the intercom ring through the ship.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Captain Tayen Gaut of the Airship GR Dauntless. We thank you for flying with us today and wish you a safe and pleasant journey as we fly to Espheria city. Do bear in mind that there will be a short stopover in Correli Port for us to refuel, but we will not be disembarking at that time. If you have any questions or concerns during the flight, do not hesitate to consult on of the staff members. They will be more than happy to help you.
Damian closed his eyes again. "Wanna bet?" He said.

----------

Gaut flicked off the intercom. "Alright boys, let's fire 'em up."
Ethan flicked a few switches on his desk. Below them they felt the heavy hum as the engine's powered up.
"Engine power at 45%" Ethan said.
"Flight plan in sync, we have our bearing." Stefan noted.
"Engine power now at 70%" Ethan added.
"Preparing for takeoff." said Gaut.
Ethan spoke into his com. "Tower, this is the GR Dauntless. please open the sky-hatch"
Roger that Dauntless. Sky-hatch is open.
"Confirmed tower. She's all yours sir."
Gaut turned a dial on the dashboard above his head. "Thruster engines open."
Below them the Dauntless' engines roared into life and the ship began it's ascent.
"We have lift-off." Ethan said as the ship grew higher.
"Sky-hatch cleared, we are in the open." Stefan added.
"Tower we have successful lift-off." Gaut said.
Roger that Dauntless. Happy flying
"Thank you tower." Gaut said.
"Engine's now running at full power." Ethan said. "Currently stationed at 12000 feet."
"Continue with climb." Gaut replied. "We'll level off the 32000 feet."
"Roger that." Both Stefan and Ethan replied in unison.

[killerkb]

Nail felt the plain gaining both speed and altitude. He was finally of the ground again.
After quite a while...

This flight will go just smoothly, Nail thought to himself.
Nothing will happen.

Before he could start day dreaming again, a suitcase fell from a shed, and hit Nail in the head.
He snapped back to reality. "oooouuucccchhh..." he silently moaned.
"Don't they strap everything in?"
He then decided to go to the public area, and find a seat.
He placed his rifle and weapons somewhere safe in the luggage storing, and quietly opened the door.

[Mastersarge 300]

(Ok guys. I like to make a small announcment. Im gonna be placing Tawl as the secondary GM host in this game so he'll control half the story and NPC's. because I wouldn't get on much as I used to on DQ. Also note that on weekends in this season, im gonna be heading to the shore for some days.)

Nick looked down at his dragon and smiled. "Sky sure is the wanderer. He likes to travel a lot." he said as he looked back at Kyle. "Hungry? I can order some food."
Nick took out a small menu and opened it.

[Tawl]

(No worries, I'm really getting into writing large chunks of this story and world. Just let me know if there are points where you'd like me to control the narrative drive so I can create the suitable NPCs and so on, similar to how I've done now.

Now for those of you wanting references of how the Dauntless looks, I was inspired by designs like this:
http://www.absolute-playstation.com/gp2a/final_fantasy_11_hr_1.jpg
Hope that helps.)

"Point of 32000 feet has been reached." Ethan read of his control panel.
"Levelling thrusters." Captain Gaut replied.
Outside the wing thrusters of the Dauntless retracted and rotated.
"Engine room this is co-pilot Ethan Valan. We have reached mark height and are levelling out. Standby for activation of float rings."
Roger that standing by.
"Powering down engines, standby for power switch. Let's make this a smooth transition." Gaut said.
"Engine power at 60%... 55%... 50%..." Switching now." Ethan recited.
Roger that. Floatation rings have been activated. Confirmation of switch?
"Confirmed engine room. Switch is successful." Gaut said into his headset. "We are now operating at 50% engine power and running smoothly."
Confirmed. Settings locked.
Outside in the low light of the evening sky the Dauntless' hull lit up and three luminous rings of blue traced the hull.

Behind the two pilots Stefan flicked away at way points with his silver pen on the holographic screen.
"Destination locked in. Nav-Node activated." He said to the captain. "Change course bearing to 3-5-7-04."
"Confirmed." Gaut replied. "Course bearing locked."
The Dauntless turned smoothly to the right, gently moving forward.
"Successful take off boys." The Captain said as he removed his headset. "Looks like we'll be in for a nice night."
"Here's hoping." Ethan replied.

----------

Damian sat up in his bunk. He had only dozed off for a short time but he felt better. Sitting up he pulled on his boots and brushed down his shirt. There was little point of trying to sleep during the first few hours of flight. Even though he was a seasoned flyer
there was still a short patch of time where the body had to adjust to the element change. It was annoying, but one got used to it.

Grabbing his jacket off the back of the door he left his room. Pausing for a moment he locked the door behind him, placing the key in his pocket. He doubted anyone would want to enter his room, but he wasn't taking any chances while his bag was out of his sight.
He walked down the corridor passing other passengers and staff.
"Everything alright sir?" A young, reasonably attractive woman asked him with a scary painted on smile.
"Now I'm perfectly fine thank you." He replied. He turned down the hallway and walked directly up to the elevator. He pressed the button and put on his jacket while he waited for the car to arrive.

The elevator gave a resounding 'ping' noise and the metal doors slid open silently. Stepping inside Damian pressed the button for the communal deck. He leant against the rail and folded his arms as the steel doors silently slid closed with nothing more than a slight bump.

(Oh and for those of you who don't know, I've modelled my character loosely of Laguna from FFVIII.
http://www.digitalmidnight.net/lxs/images/sxl2.jpg
Just ignore the hair and the jacket would be longer, instead of that strange anime-esq. style.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(WOW! Nice ship!)

Nick looked outside the window daydreaming about their flight. He pictured the ship and how it flew through the sky. He looked to se that a figure was in the clouds. "What is that?" he said.


(Oh and sorry for not posting soon. I was busy on a nother web. XD)

[Varthonai]

"Everything alright sir?" A young, reasonably attractive woman asked him with a scary painted on smile.

(This brings to mind fond memories of the time when Damian last encountered a "reasonably attractive woman" in an otherwise-professional situation. Can we expect another sexcapade anytime soon, Tawl?)

[Tawl]

(Hate to sound like Johnny Raincloud XdbX, but I don't actually understand what's going on with your character or how it fits in with the general story.)


He looked to se that a figure was in the clouds. "What is that?" he said.

(Don't be too eager to jump the gun buddy, all in good time. I can control this turn of events while were on the Dauntless if you like.)


(This brings to mind fond memories of the time when Damian last encountered a "reasonably attractive woman" in an otherwise-professional situation. Can we expect another sexcapade anytime soon, Tawl?)

(I wouldn't think so, maybe later on.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Sure thing buddy. :D ......Did I call you buddy? XD)

"It was probably my imagination." Nick said to himself as he looked back through the menu. He looked to see a waitress coming over and took out his puch of gold redy to order.
"Would you like something boys?" she asked them.
"Yes. I would like uhh.... a steak, well done, and..... something special for my friend in front of me, and something for my dragon."
The waitress looked down at the little dragon Sky and smiled.
"Umm... Ok. YOur order will be right up." and with that she left. Nick looked back out the window to daydream again.

[XdbX]

(So basically for my post that i just deleted the story is that he feels. he gos to his room and the girl that gave him a glass of water that he think was drugged with magic was there and ya. i should added when we were in the hall way that there were loads of people around. But i don't care to. any way my next post would of been her being in fact some one sent to kill me. or some one sent to find me and tell her boss.

any way with the way i told the story i just deleted. i really did not like it.
so sorry i deleted that deals with this post and with out it. It would be useless.

One good thing about being in this RP. tawl here and he will not hold back on telling me something that would help my RP if i were to fix it.)

[Tawl]

(No worries, just hand around on the ship for a spell. Thing's start happening soon. And for those not on board, you can still continue with whatever it is you were doing.)

[killerkb]

Nail tried to blend in, as much as possible.
He tried to look like a normal passenger, but he was extremely nervous.
Sweat was on his forehead. He never thought of doing such a thing. Flying illegal wasn't in his nature. Doing anything illegal for that matter. But Nail really needed to get away from home for just a day or two.

Nail walked, and was amazed by the ship its looks. It was beautiful from the outside, but almost better from the inside.

Amazing..., Nail thought.
What a ship.

Nail wasn't looking where he was walking, and bumped into a man.
The man was clearly part of the crew.

"Oh excuse me, I'm so sorry" Nail said.
"I wasn't looking straight ahead. I'm sorry."

The man smiled and couldn't help but notice, that Nail was pretty nervous.

"Don't worry sir, I wasn't suppose to be here anyway. Its my fault, really.", the man said.
"Are you okay? You look a bit warm, if I may say so."

"Warm?" Nail replied.
He then noticed that his face was covered in sweat.
"Oh warm, yes. Its quite hot here isn't it?"

"We'll do everything to keep our passengers warm sir. I mean, we ARE high above the ground." the man replied calmly.
"But we wouldn't want our passengers to be TO warm, now would we?"
"Can I offer you some water?" the man said, and without waiting for a reply, he reached down his trolley, and took out a glass of cold water.

Nail took the water, and gave the man a friendly nod.

"Isn't it beautiful?" the man said.
"The... the water?" Nail replied.

The man laughed, and pointed outside of a window.

Nail looked outside, and he saw clouds all around him.
It was a beautiful sight.
For a minute, Nail had no worries, and wasn't nervous anymore.

The man smiled once again, and then walked of to see if there were other passengers in need of something.

When Nail turned around, the man wasn't there anymore.
So he decided to continue his walk, in search for a seat.

[Tawl]

"I'm coming home. I'm here to stay.
I've got the wind on my back, and I'm well on my way." Captain Gaut sung to himself as the Dauntless flew peacefully through the darkening sky.
"Sir as much as I admire your ability to captain a ship, I'm afraid your ability to carry a tune leaves much to be desired. Stefan said from his panel.
"Smartass." Gaut said light-heartedly.
"Captain." Ethan said. "We should stand by for exterior lighting, we have only about thrity minutes until complete dark."
Gaut turned to face Stefan. "You here that?"
"Yeah yeah." Stefan responded, not looking up from his notepad. "Waypoints are uploading as we speak."
"How far?"
"40% and rising." He responded.
"Good, good." Gaut responded. Waypoint Technology was one of the most significant developments in the last ten years. They allowed a ship to lock co-ordinates and automatically aim for them, during flight. While rather pointless during the day, they were helpful at night. Gaut personally used them as little as he could. While helpful, they did leave the ship open to other vulnerabilities. If a waypoint failed to upload, or a signal was block or altered it could result in a captain letting his ship fly far of their flight-path without even realising it.
He stood up. "I'm going to place our dinner orders."
"No need, one of the crew can do it." Stefan responded rather abruptly.
"I want to stretch my legs a moment. It's all very well for you young guys, but I'm getting on a bit if you didn't notice." He said with a smile.
Stefan held up his hands in defeat. "Fair enough captain."
"So what'll you boys be wanting then?"
Stefan pondered for a moment. Ethan chirped up almost immediately.
"I'll go for whatever meat it is the kitchen is roasting. I was down there earlier. It smelt delicious." He said eagerly
"You know, if Ethan wants it, I'll give it a shot." Stefan added.
Gaut nodded. "Eth, you can handle her for now can't you?" Ethan nodded. "Excellent. If there's any problems just use the intercom, I'll be back in now time."
"Sure thing captain." Ethan said. Stefan just waved him though the door.
As the doors hissed shut behind him Gaut smiled. They were both very different men. But he enjoyed flying with them both.

-------

The elevator chimed as it reached the communal deck. Damian stepped out of the metal box onto a floor littered with people. The buzzing of socialites was overwhelming. He navigated his way through the throngs of people searching for the bar.
As he passed between to young women they both stopped their discussion and eyed him. He nodded politely in their direction and brushed the more attractive of the two on the shoulder as he passed. As soon as his back was to them he could hear them giggling.

There were all sorts of people on board, he noted to himself. And not just people either, there were many different races. Many of which Damian didn't know the name or origin of. Such was the diversity of public transport.
"Well I would say that the rates of taxation in Orcalian are rising faster than they should do. But there's not much people in our place can do, as much as I disagree with it." He heard a well dressed man say to his group of similarly dressed friends in a dignified tone. Damian laughed, they had to be accountants. Nobody else would talk about tax rates for fun. Taxes themselves didn't bother or interest him in the slightest. He found it far easier to dodge them altogether.

He stepped aside to allow a waiter pushing a trolley and ended up bumping into a table where two adolescent boys were seated. He turned around and straightened the tablecloth.
"My apologies." He said politely. Damian turned away, but double took as he saw the sight of a small dragon at the one of the boy's feet. Collecting himself convincingly he excused himself from the table and proceeded to the bar on the far wall.

He signalled the attention of the barman, ironically clad in a full white uniform. It never made sense to him that people who worked around liquids wore white, it was so easily damaged with the slightest spill.
"What can I get you sir?" The barman said, with almost perfect diction.
"Something with a good flavour." Damian replied.
"Will that be a good flavour, or a strong flavour?"
"Let's make it good and strong." Damian smirked.
The barman nodded. "Coming right up."
Damian ran his hand through his hair as the barman placed a glass of amber brown liquid in front of him. He held the glass gently and watched the light play off the liquid. He look at the barman.
"Combination of bitterseed oil, mixed with Teqeal Rum, a shot of bolonaide, topped with a generous helping of Rabantier Skitch. My own discovered recipe."
Damian took a sip, the liquid played on his tastebuds like Serena's tongue only a few hours ago. It was strong, but not unpleasant, but not sweet either like the many watered down drinks he despised. The bitters evened out the flavour perfectly. It was probably one of the best drinks he had tasted.
He nodded appreciatively in the barman's direction. "If I had more on me, I'd have you make me a bottle."
"I wouldn't sell you one anyway. Can't have others pass on my secret." He laughed.
"But you just told me what was in it."
"True, but I didn't give you quantities, vintages, and I doubt you even remember the labels."
It was true, Damian couldn't.

[Victory]

(Well, Tawl has been insisting on me giving this one a new shot. To be honest, I was excited enough to play, but after I had written a huge ass intro on another computer, I wasn't arsed to post until I could access that file and post it... This didn't happen for a while and I figured I should drop it, since I had no interation with anyone else... I'm back now, though... The cheap way! =P)

Isac was terrified, how could this have happened? How could he have boarded a ship, without clue of its destination or passangers. Or rather, how could he have bordered a ship with any passangers at all? He could barely remember what had happened, but he tried to piece the parts together.

He had entered the city, willingly searching for any purpose of being there. Shortly after that he had complained about a merchant's heavy if not rather useless merchandise of golden knives and gotten kicked away from the stand, with the merchant cursing loudly in the background. After that he had entered the black smith's quarters and had his blade sharpened but had no money left to fix his armour. After a short conversation, the black smith had convinced him to sell the armour and for a good price, he would say. He reckoned it was a deal out of pitty.
He had spent some of the money on a drink at a local bar, where he had stayed for a while; sitting in the dark corner as always. He remembered being teased for his appearance, his poorly kept hair and old clothes by a bunch of toddlers who thought they had any say in this world - He remember the frustration so well. He had even gone as far as fighting them at the loss of his temper, drawing blades and scrapping wounds on the legs of some in the group as a warning.
He remembered recieving a ticket as a sort of bribe, a ransom for their lives...

The rest was a blank, as it often fared with his memory. He must've had some kind of reason for boarding, even though he couldn't relate to his own thinking at the moment. Once upon the ship he must've been shaken almost crazy with fear; it must have scrambled his memory somewhat fierce. He did know that he hadn't moved a single inch for a long, long time; possibly even since finding himself this secluded area where no one else stirred.
But maybe this was a good thing; he was now forced to mingle with others. Well... He could stay here, hiding in the dark corner, but what good would it do him? Except for a comfortable security and freedom from early judgement and possible break of heart. In his insolation he knew the emptiness that awaited for him, but out there he would face the emptiness of people's hearts.
No, he had to be brave!
He gathered his courage and stood up, the leather rims of his armor screeching a bit from his movements and he figured it could set a tone for what he would face shortly, or what he would feel. Only a few steps was required until he saw the first person, just another person who enjoyed the ride; he hadn't seen Isac yet and he paid no attention to him when he passed either.
He turned around the corner, facing dozens of people who politely stepped aside as he navigated his way through the open space, more out of childish curiosity than anything else.
This isn't so bad, he thought to himself, letting himself hope that he wouldn't be regretting his choice to reveal himself. He didn't fit in, he could see that already, but perhaps if he got a bath and tried to make some sense of his hair, he could. He could look as nice as... Well, almost as nice, he was still stuck with his old garments.
He wondered if there was the possibility of having that arranged on this ship; he wasn't quite aware of what kind of journey it was.

Suddenly he was reminded of his arm, that monstrous stump of a limb that plagued his body and pestered him with his curse. He kept it well hidden under his cape, while looking around some more. He wasn't keen on asking anyone because he didn't want to make a fool out of himself. Did he have his own room? Was it just a transport ship? He didn't know but a look around might give him some sort of answers.

[Varthonai]

(Hey just out of curiosity, are we at the elven city now?)

(You're the GM. Don't you decide that?)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Wait. OMG WRONG THREAD! XD So sorry!)

[Tawl]

(MS if you're going to post in the thread continue your character narration, I can't keep the story moving for everyone!)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Sorry Tawl. I got mixed up in with something else. BTW has anyone seen Killervirus?)

Nick kept looking out the window once more waiting until his food gets here done. But what got Nick out of his mind is the same figure in the clouds. But only bigger. "I think there's something here." he said worringly.

[Tawl]

(Sorry Tawl. I got mixed up in with something else. BTW has anyone seen Killervirus?)

Nick kept looking out the window once more waiting until his food gets here done. But what got Nick out of his mind is the same figure in the clouds. But only bigger. "I think there's something here." he said worringly.

(But let me control that. It's way too soon and the pacing is off. Elaborate on your character and surroundings more. Use posts like mine, Vic's or KB's for reference)

[Killervirus]

(Sorry, I wasn't really thinking of anything with meaning to post.)

"I see nothing." Kyle said, eyeing the clouds Nick was watching.
"It was probably just a bird or something." Kyle added, fixing his attention back on the painting he was looking at. He didn't knew the artist, not that it interested him.
He had more important things to know, such as this "job" he was going to be given.
Kyle simply hoped Dylan had really aranged everything. most important, his weapons. Kyle wasn't really a fan of drowning, strangling of throwing of a building. He wasn't comfortable with it, even if it stayed the same in the end. He had always prefered to make death quick, even if that was sometimes hard.
Taking pleasure in death was for psychopats, he wasn't a psychopat. At least, he tried to convince himself he wasn't, but that was hard, each time a corpse fell, Kyle's weapon still stuck in it's body, Kyle was remembered of what he really was.
Kyle shook his head. It was life, and sometimes, life consists of killing.

(By the way, what is the year we're in? I mean, every world has years, right?)

[killerkb]

{MS, I'm a bit stuck myself to at the moment. So if it helps you, you could run into my character or something. Just send me a PM when you do)

[Tawl]

(I don't really see why it's so hard to just waltz around and develop your characters a bit. This is probably one of hte last chances you'll get. I mean, All I've done in my last few posts is walk around, have a sleep, give some backstory and have a drink. Not much advancement, but there's a bit of depth.)

[killerkb]

(True, yet I prefer interaction between my player and some one else. I'll try though. Hows this?)

Nail finally found a spot to sit.
Nervous as he was, he sat down, and started to chew his nails.
It was a bad habit. But somehow, he couldn't stop.
He told himself to stop numerous of times. Yet, it sometimes seemed to help; Even if it was just a bit.

Nail looked around him. He inspected every bit of the ship.
After all, he was building a plane himself. And getting some inspiration could never hurt.
He finally calmed down a bit.

He looked through the window on his right. It was truly beautiful.
Nail stared, without noticing anything around him.

Also a bad habit.
Nail called it a "journey". His mind just focused on one thing, and forgot about everything else. There wasn't much he could do about it. Sometimes it takes just seconds. But most of the times, he would sit in the same spot for over 10 minutes.
The only way to get out, is to get interrupted, or lack of breath. Because sometimes, he even forgets to breath.
Nail was getting used to it. It never really caused any trouble. Except for that one time, when he went flying.

It wasn't long ago.
Nail and his best friend always flew there planes.
It was the best thing there is.

At the moment, Nail knew his "journeys" were getting worse. But it was nothing to worry about, the doctor said.

Both Nail and his friend were high up in the sky. Flying, stunting, racing. It was perfect.
It became late, and Nails friend decided they should go back, for dinner.
Nail agreed, and they both turned around.

They passed a big cloud, and Nail noticed the sunset.
He never saw something that beautiful before.
And then it happened.
His mind focused on only the sun, and nothing else.
It didn't take long, before Nails ship began to loose altitude.

A few seconds later, and Nail was tumbling towards the ground.
Of course, his friend noticed.
He dove after Nail, and managed to keep up.
Non of the journeys Nail had before, were this strong. Normally, he would have awakened immediately. But not this time.

Nails friend, also known as "Mark", got close to Nail, and threw his lunch box.
Mark knew it was going to be hard to hit Nail, but he had to try.

Perfect.
The lunch box hit Nail on the back of his head.
Nail snapped back to reality, and looked in front of him.
He was stunned.
The ground closed in at a frightening speed.
Quickly, Nail ejected himself from the plane.
A parachute opened, and Nail slowly drifted to the floor.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, warm air.
It made Nails ship lean to the right. Going straight for Marks plane.

Mark could easily save his plane, by pulling up. And he did.
But he never noticed Nails plane closing in on him.

Nail felt a hand on his shoulder.
He snapped back to reality, and noticed a tear running down his cheek.
He quickly wiped it off, and turned around.

It was the same boy from before. The boy with the trolley.

"Are you okay sir?", the boy said.

It took Nail a few seconds to gather his thoughts.
"Ye, yes... yes, everything is fine." he replied.

The kid smiled, and reached down his trolley.
"Would you like another glass of water?" he asked.

Nail looked at the glass.
"Maby something stronger this time." Nail said, and looked back outside.

The boy laughed, and reached down his trolley once more.
He took out some alcohol, and filled the glass.

"Here you go sir, something stronger" he said.

Nail took the glass, and gave the boy a friendly nod.
The boy closed his trolley, and continue his route.

Nail took a sip from the glass.
Disgusting...
What was he thinking?
He wasn't a drinker. In fact, he never liked alcohol to begin with.

Nail laughed, and put the glass away.

get a grip man, he thought to himself.
Its been a while, it wasn't your fault.
You have to get in that plane again.

Nail turned his head, and fell asleep.

[Mastersarge 300]

(So sorry guys I didn't get back sooner... I was doing something else.... But I feel like shit.... :( So if anyone who didn't post yet do so now.... (KillerVirus for example.) And tell me what you want on pm....)

[Varthonai]

(MS, I don't really know what you're talking about... I think everyone is ready for the story to continue.)

(If anyone disagrees please correct me, but that's what I think.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Killervirus is not posting. Either I see his post now or Im kicking him out. And im sorry for the long wait lets continue)

Nick felt bored after he ate his dinner and felt very anxiouse to do something. He looked at Sky who ate his meal happily and purred for Nick. "Kyle me and Sky are gonna go look around the ship. Seya." he said as he picked up the dragon and walked off.

[XdbX]

(OK the mighty noob poster is back posting. this post you might have to look back in the first page for my BIO. and my last post about fining funny/fake money.)

"So much money"

I said looking at the case with my mouth open.
I turned my head to the window and saw that it was getting dark out. Maybe 2 hours at the most before darkness filled the sky.
I look back at the bag and started looking in the pockets and found a letter.

TO: Sam. F. Guise. II.

" Sam. F. Guise. II, Sam. F. Guise. II,"

I said trying to remember where I had hear that name before

" Sam. F. Guise. II. Sam. F. Guise. II."

I said again. then falling to the floor power less to do any think but blink my eyes I fell from the human would in to my lost mind.


Flash Back
I hear a boy of 13 yell

"HAY DRUM WHAT ARE YOU DOING! HAY DAY DREAMER THERE A FIRE BIRD"

I look at the boy and said "Is that you Sam?"

The boy walk right in to me and through me. And look around to see my self at the are of 12 shake off the spell of day dreaming and talk very fast saying

"FIRE BIRD WHERE! I DON'T SEE A FIRE BIRD. WHERE IS IT?"
Then in a lower and slower voice say "That is not a fire bird. That just a dragon."

The boy Sam turned his back and look at the sky and said

" I am not talking about the sky and I only said there was a fire bird to wake you up. It is very hard any other way.

Then as if time past by me in a matter of minute minute for a few years i saw my self at booth of some kind wearing the best cloth in the village. It was my dads army suit. I knew what day this was. This was the day that my dad gave me his suit from the army to sigh up for it my self. Sam and me were the best of friends. We had made up are mind that we would sigh up for the army the same day.

Time started passing by again but this time I was moving, I was not looking at the same spot. then i saw the wars i fought for the king. Then I saw my home again and a girl getting maryed to some one, not some one but to Sam. I remembered that the girls name was jes and that was all any one new of the name, she was not from the town but when Sam first talk to her he fell in love.
He really did not care for what she look like but who she was,

Time started flying back and then stop for what I was going to say a few months.

"hay Drum. Jes is going to move to the city to help with the war the best she can.

then i ask.

"what is she going to do?

"no ideal but if it keeps her happy that fine with me.

he said.

time started flying again and i new this had be only a year.

Sam look drunk. I new this was a big thing since he hated ever thing about ale. and that was all we had but i could tell that he was falling apart,

"what is it?"

I ask him

"Jes wsa daped *HIC* last year. No make that week. She is having a hard time keeping her self form killing herself. I am going to leave and help her, and she think she is going to have a kid.

from what i remembered they never had sex so the thing most men would do is disown there wife's. but Sam i new would make that kid feel like he was his own,

Time started flying by again and I saw my self walking to a gold tower then time seem to stop. then i look at the tower fully and tried to yell

" NOOOOOOOO!!"

But only got a

"n."

And my self in my mind walk in the doors and i woke up.


end of flash back

Nothing had moved and there was still some light out side. I new I was going to fall a sleep any minute, so I walk to the door and lock it i hope fully because I new that girls that could not be maids but dress like it like to come in to high class room and play with the renter some what you could say.

(boy i need to learn how not to post long of stuff that it take for ever to fix everything even the grammar)

[Tawl]

(I'll be moving the story along soon guys. Sorry, I've been real busy. Just stall around for a couple of days, if you're interacting with another character who isn't responding PM them with a friendy boot up the ass.)

[Killervirus]

(Sorry to, exams haven't made me capable of posting yesterday, and I probably won't be able friday and in the weekend.)

"No problem." Kyle responded.
He focused his attention on the window, but all he could see was clouds. Flying wasn't much his favorite way of transport. You could hardly even see the sight that people tell you should have from the skies.
Bored, he turned his head and started chewing a nail. He hoped this food was coming quickly, so he could dine on something else than a misgrown nail.

[Mastersarge 300]

(Its ok pal. Just tell us next time. :))

The waitress walked over and handed Kyle his food. "Here you go! The special order your friend asked for you. By the way where is that boy and his dragon?" she said as she laid the food in front of Kyle. The special was a large well cooked stake with pepper and BBQ sauce on it and a flavor that you can smell from a few feet away.

[Killervirus]

(Alright, that's it. This is my last post here, at least until my exams are done. I'm away for two weeks after this and I won't be able to post at all. You may control my character, but don't close this. 2 weeks is to long.)

"He went off, he wanted to see the ship." Kyle responded to the waitress. The food looked and smelled extremly tasty, and Kyle quickly grabbed his fork and knife and started eating his meal.
"Excuse me, could I have something to drink? A glass of wine is good enough, as long as it's strong." he asked the waitress before she could leave.

[Mastersarge 300]

"Oh. Well we have the finest wisky there is! Strawberry flavored with the sweet suger. Would you like that?" she said to him.

[Varthonai]

(Look, I don't mean to be rude, but how much longer must we hold back on moving to Day 2 just to drink cocktails on the Dauntless? Not that I should be talking, since my character is an alcoholic... but still.)

(Is something important going to happen before the day is over? Or are we just stalling? I think that everyone's posted who had something planned to say.)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Varth please listen buddy. A lot of people who like and want to play this game are usually busy at the moment and not posting a lot. And im still waiting for others to posts as well.)

[Varthonai]

(Varth please listen buddy. A lot of people who like and want to play this game are usually busy at the moment and not posting a lot. And im still waiting for others to posts as well.)

(I've gone through every character in the game. I can't find anyone who hasn't posted an event recently except for me and TLI, and that's because we're both in a dormant state until morning comes.)

(Maybe I'm missing something, but it seems to me like we should just go ahead and advance the time.)

(I'd like to hear other opinions on this subject besides mine and Mastersarge's. Can some of the other players make themselves heard, please? I don't want to encourage MS to advance the time if there's someone who genuinely needs to get something done before tomorrow.)

[XdbX]

(I will give you a list of useer not post.
[Andrehydra]
[Fullmetalshadow]

ok so it not a big list)

[Varthonai]

(I will give you a list of useer not post.
[Andrehydra]
[Fullmetalshadow]

ok so it not a big list)

(No, it's not a big list.)

(I noticed that Andrehydra and FMS have characters, but neither of them have posted in this thread since March. That was 3 months ago so I think it's reasonable to move on now.)

[T.L.I.]

(I second Varthonai's motion.)

[Varthonai]

(I third Varthonai's motion!)

(............wait, that doesn't make any sense...)

[XdbX]

(don't spam. that is my job and the super cool noob king)

[Tawl]

(Look, I don't mean to be rude, but how much longer must we hold back on moving to Day 2)

(That's why in RPGs it is a good idea not to plan your character out by specific dates and times. Even if you're by yourself you should try and have a small narrative to keep yourself going. Even so night and daytime shifts are not just declared, they usually flow as part of the narrative.

Incidentally, yes I am stalling as something important is going to happen during the Dauntless' flight. Which is why I gave a lot of forewarning about the direction the narrative would take. I've been giving it time for people to develop their own characters, as well as introduce NPCs to help with the story. I'm trying to build a realistic world around MS' story idea, and I can't do that if we just want to jump from big battle to battle, or whatever.

However I'm going to push the narrative forward, but events will be occurring on the Dauntless for a while yet. But here's a nice chunky post to keep things moving.)

The silver doors of the service elevator slid open and Captain Tayen Gaut stepped out into the staff corridor of the communal deck.
"Kitchen open Micel?" He asked a waiter passed him.
"Always open for you sir. Although chef was expecting an order placed beforehand." Came the reply.
"It's going to be an easy flight, figured I could make the walk myself. I don't mind waiting either." Gaut said, and continued down the hall.

"Ah, captain. I was not expecting you so soon." Came the booming voice of the chef.
Gaut held up his hands in mock defence. "My apologies Demino, I don't meant to put you under any pressure."
"I run a kitchen captain, I think I would be far used to pressure by now." Both men laughed.
"So." Demino asked. "What is it that you will have prepared this evening?"
"Ethan and Stefan seem to be taken in by the smell of roasting meat they smelt down here earlier. What would that be exactly?"
Deminov thought for a moment. "Most likely they would have gotten a whiff of the Roast Portelian Sea Bird. Basted in white ale, with my own sauce. Very succulent."
Gaut mouth wetend at the sheer description of Deminov's latest dish.
"I think we'll have to have three dish's of that." He managed to say.
Deminov smiled. "I can see you can hardly wait. Well I'm sorry my friend, a rushed dish is never a good one. You will have to give me a few minutes."
"I think I can manage that." Gaut said.
"Good good." Deminov mused. "Now out, out of my kitchen. You may be the captain of the ship, but you and I both know I am the boss in the kitchen."
"All right, all right." Gaut laughed as he made his way to the door. He always ensured that key members of his crew were constant on his journeys, and as a result enjoyed being quite close friends with many of them. It made the journey much more enjoyable for them all. He pushed through the double doors of the kitchen and into the communal deck floor.

----------

Over the top of his glass Damian noticed a man dressed in a crisp white outfit enter the floor through the kitchen doors.
"That would be the captain I'd assume?" He asked over his shoulder to the barman, noticing the tell-tale officers crest. A golden triangle, encircling a smaller solid black triangle sat on the on the captain's left shoulder.
"You have a sharp eye my friend." The barman responded, polishing a red smear off the rim of a cocktail glass. "That there would be Captain Tayen Gaut. Never flown under a nicer man I have."
"Oh really?" Damian inquired. "What makes him so different?"
"You know when you have a boss who you don't mind working hard for just because you have the utmost respect from them, but it's because they earned it as opposed to demanding it? He's one of those guys."
Damian nodded, it was far easier than explaining that he had never had a boss.
"I've never seen a captain mingle with passengers before." He said, as he noticed the captain shaking hands with a well dressed couple.
"Just one of his traits." The barman responded. "Makes him popular with the passengers as well. You should go over and talk to him, then you'll understand what I mean.
Excuse me, can I help you madam?" He added as he turned to serve a petite, blonde woman.
Damian picked up his glass from the bar and slid off the stool.
I think I'll take that advice. He thought to himself. Talking to the captain might be an excellent way to pass the time.

----------

"I am what a rich man wants, a poor man has, and the night sun shines." Stefan recited.
Ethan pondered the riddle for a moment.
"You're nothing." He said finally.
Stefan raised one eyebrow. "Is that the answer to the question or a jab?"
Ethan smiled. "Take your pick."
"Well you'd be right on the answer." Stefan said.
"It's reasonably straight forward." Ethan explained. "While the first two are a bit obscure the third..."
Their conversation was cut short but a burst of static on the flight radio.
This is Corelli Port Tower calling Captain Gaut of the GR Dauntless. Come in GR Dauntless
Ethan activated the radio receiver on his headset.
"This is Co-Pilot Ethan Valan of the GR Dauntless receiving you loud and clear Corelli Port Tower. Go ahead."
Dauntless, our radar indicates you are vearing off course bearing, please check your waypoint markers.
Stefan looked up at this comment and put on his own headset.
"This is Navigational Officer Stefan Lern, can you please repeat that Corelli Port?"
According to our radar Dauntless you are leaving registered flightplan 362. Please check you waypoint markers.
Ethan got up from his seat and walked to Stefan's desk as he flicked though different screens on his holographic nav. computer. Stefan shook his head as he stopped on one screen and pointed to the red arrow which represented the Dauntless. It was following a line of small blue dots covering the navigational map, but presently was veering away from the straight line to a waypoint placed slight off centre.
"Corelli Tower, our waypoint markers are indicating we are in fact following our course as uploaded before take-off. Maker 46 however breaks the straight pattern and is located thirty-two degrees to the north. Is this present on your charts?"
There was a short silence on the radio before it crackled to life again.
Negative Dauntless. Our flightplan shows 362 as a standard straight-line journey.

Ethan and Stefan looked at each other.
Ethan spoke into his headset. "Corelli Tower, is it possible our flightplan was updated prior to upload, which you have not received?"
That is possible Dauntless, although it would seem unusual. Came the reply/
"As unusual as it seems, would you please check with the stored record data? We'll cross-reference that with our logged flight manifest."
Roger that Dauntless. We will re-establish contact when full records are received from Rabantier and Espheria City The radio crackled, before falling silent.
"Thank you Corelli Tower." Ethan finished, and cut the mic link.

Stefan looked at his screen, fixated by the unusually placed marker.
"Do you think we should we call the captain?" Ethan asked.
Stefan shook his head. "Not until we have something solid to report, wait until we get the records from Corelli."
Ethan nodded. "It does seems an unusual change and for us not to be informed though."
"What I think is strange is that I didn't notice it on initial upload. Nor did I read anything in the flightplan briefing." Stefan replied. "Still, it'll likely end up being a last minute change made by a weather techie who didn't file it in time before take-off."
"Weather reports indicated smooth skis though didn't they?"
Stefan shrugged and leant back in his chair.
"Weather changes?" He said.
"I suppose." Ethan said and walked back to his chair, but it still bugged him.

[Varthonai]

Incidentally, yes I am stalling as something important is going to happen during the Dauntless' flight.

(Oh, that makes sense then. I thought that was going to happen tomorrow.)

(Nvm then. My bad.)

[Tawl]

(Revive post)

[Mastersarge 300]

(Thanks Tawl)

Nick walked around viewing the magnificient ship thinking how long it took them to make it. Sky was cooing as he viewd the scenery as well. They walked over to another window to see that they were still flying in the clouds.
"Well hello young man." said a nicely dressed beautiful women behind him. "Nick turned around and blushed as he saw how beautiful she was. And she was only 18.
"Are you lost or something?" Nick smiled and shook his head.
"No I was just looking around." he replied.
Sky cooed as he looked at the girl and at his master.
"Thats a nice dragon you have there."
"Yeah. His name's Sky. He's my friend since I raised him through egg and hatchling."
"Don't dragon eggs cost a lot of money to buy?"
"Only when their found lost by merchents. I found Sky's egg in a small ruins out of my old hometown." Sky began to purr and jumped off Nick's shoulder.
"Well thats interesting." she replied smiling.
"Would you care to dance?"
Klide didn't know what to say but he gladly accepted the offer and walked with the woman to dance.
"By the way my name's Gaia."
"Nice to meet you Gaia. My name's Nick."

[Varthonai]

(All my storytelling instinct is screaming "NO, NICK! SHE'S WORKING FOR THE ENEMY! DON'T BE CHARMED BY HER FEMININE WILES!")

[Mastersarge 300]

(Lol. Nope. Its a secondary character for Nick. :D)

[Silitor]

Name: Felix Ardescat.
Age: 21
Class: Dragon Rider
Race: Elf
Abilities: He's got solid skills when it comes to using the sword and magic, but pretty lame when it comes to archery.
Bio: Was born and raised in an elf village, his parents died when he was still very young, so he was given to their best friends. As his foster parents, they gave him the sir name of "Ardescat". One day, after leaving his parent's for a new life, he came across a small, injured dragon. It was white, and had very innocent blue eyes, it was no bigger chair, and one wing was bleeding. When the dragon saw Felix, it flew over to him and touched his head,accepting Felix as its master even though Felix did not want to be.
Special Traits: The only one who can talk to his dragon.

Felix stood on the deck of the dauntless, wind slapping his face, his cap threatening to fly off every now and then, he was listening to the sounds of the world at that moment. He could hear his cape flapping noisily in the gale, he could sense the presence of another dragon cooing, the tapping of feet hard on the floor, people talking seriously, others talking jovially, but could not grasp exactly what they said. He was pushed back into reality, however, when his dragon, Elgroth, landed on his shoulder and curled up into a ball, cooing affectionately. As Felix noticed the newcomer, he said in a cheerful,husky, voice, "Hi Elgy." The dragon looked back at Felix, looking slightly insulted. "Don't call me that in public Ardescat."
"Well, it's not like anyone else understands us." (By the way, their actually talking in a tongue which no one else knows, but i just translated so it would be easier.)
"Though that may be the case.... I found another dragon just now."
"Oh? And?"
"Nothing. Nothing happened."
"You din't talk to it?"
"Well, my draconic tongue is not as good as it used to be, but i think it was too happy flying around."
"So it did understand you."
"Maybe. But you can't talk to other Dragons can you?"
"I don't know the draconic tongue. You're the only dragon i can talk to."
"Ah. it slips my mind every now and then." Felix chuckled heartily.

Felix looked around the dauntless, nothing perked his interest. He just wanted to stay on deck, enjoying the breeze, Elgoroth curlped up into a ball on his shoulder, purring. However, the breeze soon got boring and Felix walked down to the bar, the sound of his boots echoing the room. He sat on a stool in front of the bartender, and asked,
"Give me something exciting."

The bartender nodded and proceeded to shaking something inbetween two cups. Felix turned to see his shoulder was now free of Elgoroth, he sighed. A few minutes later his drink came, and it rejuvanated his senses. Half an hour later, after getting a bite to eat, Felix adjourned back to his cabin. Inside he saw Elgoroth was whizzing around cheerfully, cooing a catchy tune. Felix walked towards his bed and sat down. He then took his sword which was leaning on the wall, and unsheathed it. It's blade was decorated with a design which represented an uninterrupted flow of things, and the hilt being a dragon's head. Felix sighed, as me examined its condition. No scratches,no dents, no rust. "I've yet to use this magnificent blade. Ishigen. Oh well, i'm guessing it'll have to wait."

[Killervirus]

(Everyone is starting to have girlfriends, except me :'( ... Oh well, I suppose they are a few brothels in Espheria City. *Grin Grin*)

(Let's all sing for Kyle!
Eat, eat, eat 'till the ship get's attacked!)

[XdbX]

I felt sick and weak. I was in bed but I just could not get my eye closed.
I needed to get drunk and needed a cute ship worker. or at least that what i told my self but the truth was that all i needed was a drink. walking to the bar i felt the ship shutter under me. I told my self that it must happen alot in the air since it happened more then once.
I got to the bar and got my drink

[Tawl]

(I post one sex scene in the early hours of the story, and everyone wants a piece now. You horny little children you. XD )

"Excuse me my friend, but I couldn't help but notice the insignia on your shoulder." Damian said as he walked accross the communal deck floor. "You wouldn't happen to be Captain Gaut now would you?"
Gaut laughed. "Well son you certainly do have a keen eye. Yes I am Tayen Gaut, Captain of this beautiful ship we call the Dauntless."
"A pleasure to meet you sir." Damian said and held out his hand, his half finished drink still held in the other. Gaut took Damian's open plasm and the two men shook hands firmly. To him Gaut seemed around fifty, but held a very good posture. He seemed to be one of those men who got respect from others simply due to their stature and composure.
"I must commend you on the smoothness the way this ship flies Captain." Damian complimented. "You could almost imagine you weren't flying." Of course the truth was far different, he could point out many things he'd noticed wrong, but he wasn't in the mood to be picky.
"Well I thank you." Gaut replied. "In flight travel, landings and take-offs are all very well planned procedures, but there is a slight problem with the change-over into horizontal flight. It's always been that way with commercial sized airships, and I'm hoping it will be addressed by the Aerospace Commission."
Damian raised his eyebrows. The captain was honest, and had ideas of his own.
"So what would you think needs to be changed to avoid this?" Damian asked.
"Well, while the technology of the Aerodynamic Ring Leviation System, or ARLS if you prefer, is something of a marvel. It takes time to transfer the energy to power either the launch thrusters or the leviation ring binders. It's during that time of transfer which is the thorn in my side really."
Damian nodded. His own ship the Serraph ran on a Aerodynamic Propulsion System with a Ring Leivation attachment for landings and take-offs. While perfectly suitable for a smaller craft, he could see the issue with commercial sized airships.
"I'd assume the most obvious solution you'd get presented to you would be to have either an increased power source or two major power sources each attuned to different areas of the ship wouldn't you?" Damian asked.
"Precisely" Gaut held up his finger to emphasise his point. "But there are major flaws in that design."
"And what are they?" Damian was intrigued.
"The first is purely commercial. If you increase the engine or power supply size, you immediately will increase the noise level produced. While we can soundproof a ship as much as we can, it is an expensive procedure. One which many manufacturers would not take on favourably as it would slow down production schedules.

The second is that by splitting up the different sources you immediately run the risk of running into major failure during the changeover. If the connection doesn't work, or one of the sources fails, you will either be stuck in one stage, or run the risk of crashing. And the same result could occur from outsourcing power, which is even more dangerous."

Damian took a sip from his drink. He was beginning to like this man.

----------

The radio in the cockpit crackled to life.
'GR Dauntless, this is Corelli tower.'
Ethan transferred the signal to their headsets. "Go ahead tower."
'We have checked the records here and in the archives at both ports Dauntless. No changes have been made.'
Stefan flicked through his screens. "Tower are you sure there's no possibility of a change?"
'If there has been it is not present on any of the charts or planned charters. To our radar you are veering off course. We recommend you manually........... homing....... guide you........'

The radio stuttered as static overlapped the control tower. Ethan attempted to retune the frequency.
"Tower do you read me?"
'................' Only silence responded him. Ethan turned to face Stefan who stood up from his desk.
"Try a different frequency" He suggested.
Ethan input the different radio frequencies one by one. Each only returned static.
"Nothing." He said with a worried breath.
Suddenly a high-pitched whine emitted from the speakers. Stefan yelled and pulled his headset off throwing it to the floor. Ethan's followed scattering over the main console.
"The hell is that?" Stefan yelled as the noise continued to screech over the speakers. Ethan turned the volume down.
"I don't know" he gasped.

[Mastersarge 300]

(Actually its horny teenagers. XD)

Nick and Gaia began to dance with the others at the dance floor with the others while Sky wandered off for a while.
"Wow Nick you sure can dance well for a kid." She said smiling.
"Thanks. Its really my first time dancing." he replied.
Sky walked off sniffing the ground until he came across 2 men talking and decided to sit and listen to them. (Yeah I think Sky wandered onto your characters Tawl. If I made any mistakes tell me so I can edit it correctly or I can delete and make a new post.)
"So Nick where do you hail from?"
"...I don't really know to tell the truth. I lived off the streets with the help of my friend Sky. And together well... We make a perfect team by looking out for each other. But I heard about bonds between riders and dragons. Usually we feel the same thing as the other. If Sky feels pain I feel pain." he chuckled as he danced with Gaia.

[Killervirus]

(I'm not horny, I'm not horny! Then again...)

[killerkb]

(more hentai is posts kthx)

Nail woke up, and felt a bit woozy.
At first, he didn't really realize where he was. A man was sitting in front of him, and looked outside.
Nail opened his eyes a bit, and looked around.

"Welcome back" the man said.
"huhh...?" Nail replied, still not really focused.

The man smiled.

"You know, you make quite the noise when you sleep" he continued.
"Some kids stared at you for at least 5 minutes straight. One of them even started to cry, thinking there was a monster in your stomach"

Nail finally remembered where he was. But was still a bit confused about the mans story.

"Excuse me?" he said.
"You snore, kid! And your quite good at it! hahaha", the man laughed, and looked back outside.

Nail never realized he snored. And was quite embarrassed.

"Aren't those clouds just beautiful?" the man asked.
"They sure are..." Nail replied.

"Well, I should be going now. I'm hungry, and I was looking for some place to eat." the man said.
"You want some?"

"No thanks, but I appreciate the offer." Nail said.

The man smiled once more, and walked away. Through a door, and he was gone.

damn... didn't ask for a name, again. Nail thought.
He got up from his chair, and stretched his legs.

He looked around him, and noticed a small group of kids, looking at him. Probably gossiping about the monster in his stomach.

Nail walked off, and went to look for something to eat.

Crazy really... since he just rejected the mans offer.
Maby he needed to wake up some more.

[XdbX]

I felt like some fun. So i headed to the dance floor.

out of the corner of my eye i saw a dragon.
I saw two men talking. i though one was some what lord like. in the way he was standing. I saw a lovely girl talking to some boy. she look maybe 19 maybe 20. (ya i know she 18) the boy look to have had maybe a hard life but just got by. I sighed at the fact that i have not tried to under stand what people have gone through for some time. the kid might have been 17 (he is 15 I know)

walking over to them i got right near. and said

"My lady, May i have the dance"

then bowing

(Mastersarge 300 I am stealing your gaia >:) any ways are you going to have gaia dance with my guy or just slap him or what. )

[Mastersarge 300]

(Lol! XD Well lets see. Mostly people in older days take the turns with dancing their ladies and such. XP)

"Why sure young man." she said as she went over to dance with the man. Nick smiled and laughed a bit as they went off. Nick glanced around hoping to find his dragon while Haia walked off.
"Where did Sky go off to? I know he likes to wander off." he said as he walked over to find Sky.

[Silitor]

Felix couldn't sleep. The turbulence that the ship was undergoing was nauseating. He lay there on his bed, awake, and watched Elgroth fly around and around in circles, whistling. Felix sighed happily. Then, a small blue dragon flew into the cabin, and started to fly around Elgroth. After some flying, the two dragons stopped, and started to hover in mid-air. It looked like they were communicating. Felix, who couldn't understand a word they were saying, stared outside the window, watching the clouds whizz pass.

A few minutes later, Felix got up from his bed and thought that he should walk around again. "Elgy, i'm going to walk around."
Elgroth noticed his master's leaving, and followed behind him, the blue dragon close behind. Elgroth perched himself onto Felix's left shoulder, and the blue dragon flew slightly ahead.

All of a sudden, Felix could hear someone calling out, "Sky! Skkkkkyyyy!"
then a man, probably 15 or 16, turned around from a corner, and wore a surprised look when he saw me.Ah. This dragon is probably his. I thought.

The blue dragon then flew towards the man, and perched himself onto his shoulder, and started to coo affectionately.
Knowing that he thought right, Felix smiled, then said to the man in a very polite voice, "Oh. Hello, i'm sorry. I did not know it was your dragon, he just flew into my room and started to talk to Elgroth here," Felix pointed to Elgroth, who gave a little bow,"I'm Felix. What's your name?"

[Mastersarge 300]

(Lol. XD Ok let me give you a little help Silitor, usually I would control my character's dragons in some posts. But since this is your first time playing im giving you a break. :) Because im really nice. :D)

Nick looked back and smiled to the elf.
"My name's Nick. I have no last name because I had no family. I adoupted my own name on my own by learning from other people. My time may be rough when I was small but I made the best of it. And nice to meet you to Felix." he said and bowed.
"And its nice to see another dragonrider. How did you get Elgroth?"

[XdbX]

we were dancing and for some reason i felt like asking this girl that i did not know to a date. I knew better. I saw her brother. I knew that if he saw me dating his sister then i would find a knife in my back. I mean he look like a ok kid and all but he must look out for his sister.


"So will your brother kill me if i ask you on a date?"

I said smiling at he.

[Tawl]

(Bwahahaha, no time for romance my friends.)

"Try the emergency frequency" Stefan shouted down over the high pitched whine which still echoed throughout the cockpit.
"I'm getting nothing but bloody noise!" Ethan shouted back. "It's on every damned channel!"
"Well why don't yo....." Stefan cut short as he watched his digital screen begin to flicker.
"Oh no. No, no, no!" He shouted, adjusting the settings on his console.
Ethan look up from his dashboard. "What now?"
Stefan yelled as his screen flickered on last time before disappearing. He swore and threw his clipboard across the room. It crashed into the far wall sending papers flying.
Stefan leant on his desk. "We just lost radar, that's what's happened."
Ethan paled. "So that means...."
"Yes" Stefan responded. "I don't know where we are, and I can't track us either."
Ethan slumped into his chair. "What the hell happened?"
Stefan threw his hands up. "I have no bloody clue. One second were flying fine, the next were....."

He cut short and stared out the cockpit window. Ethan looked up.
"What?" He asked. Stefan pointed outside.
Ethan squinted. Through the clouds he could make out something. A shadow.
"What the hell is....?" Ethan didn't finished the question. Through the clouds the shadow began to take form.
Ethan hastily flicked the switches for the intercom.
"I'll call the captain!" He gasped.
"Dear god." Stefan whispered above him.

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"Still, I would expect a ship as large as the Dauntless to require a large amount of energy just to maintain a smooth flying altitude." Damian inquired. "What kind of source does it run off?"
Captain Gaut laughed. "You know a little more about aerospace craft than you're letting on my friend. You don't fly yourself perhaps?"
Damian shrugged the question off casually. "I've done my fair share of flying yes. And I've always found any information is good information regarding the anatomy of a ship and what works best in certain situations"
Gaut nodded. "Too true, too true. Well I can safely say that the main reactor is run through....."

He was cut off as the intercom blared out over the communal deck. Damian noticed that the music had been cut as well.
"Captain Gaut please return to the bridge. Repeat Captain Gaut please return to the bridge immediately.
Gaut held up his hand. "Well I'm afraid we may have to continue this conversation at a later time. It seems I am needed."
Damian held up his own. "Not all all sir." The two men shook hands.
"I'll be returning to the communal floor after dinner to talk with some associates, perhaps we could......" Gaut stopped short and stared out the ceiling to floor window along the east side of the deck. Damian followed his line, as a hush fell over the gathered passengers.

"How in the name?" Gaut began, not finishing his sentence.
Damian drained the last of his glass, placing it on a nearby table, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on the sky outside.
Gaut turned away and called to two stewards standing transfixed in their white and black jackets.
Damian's eyes narrowed as he watched the shape of an airship emerge from the dark clouds of the night sky.

[XdbX]

hearing the intcom i new something was up. before the lady in front of me could say any thing (most likely that she did not have a brother or something useless.) I said

"I must go my lady."

bowing to her again. i think she under stood.
I race out side. not to fight even though ever drop of blood i had was saying pull the sword out for a fight. I did not do this. I raced to my room. I did not know why but there was something there i needed.

[Lucky Joe]

(I know its late, could i still join?)

[XdbX]

(ya I think so. just follow the rule and you will be ok.)

[Lucky Joe]

(all right.)

[Tawl]

(Wait until the affair aboard the Dauntless is over. It will be too confusing until then)

[Silitor]

"Ah.. Elgy here," (Elgroth bit Felix's Ear violently) " Erm. Elgroth, Ow okay stop that! I found him in a forest, and took him in. What about your-"

Then there was a loud rumbling sound, and i rushed to the window to find a gigantic shadow forming out of the clouds. "What the Devil-?"

[Mastersarge 300]

Nick looked out the window also seeing the shadow figure in the clouds.
"That's no storm.... Uhh... Felix something's wrong. And I think we should get set up." he said taking out his bow just in case.
"What weapons do you have?"

[Silitor]

Felix ran into his cabin again, somehow ignoring Nick's question, but came out with a bow and arrow strapped to his back, and a sleek silver sword tied to his belt as an answer. "I may suck with the bow. But it'll help though i usually hit someone i don't plan to. I'm good at the sword though. and not bad at using magic." Felix said as he grinned slightly.

[Tawl]

(Haha, if you choose to draw weapons then there will be consequences. This part is very hard for me to write from all the different perspectives, while keeping the timing in sync, so cut me a little slack.)

Damian raised his the hand he had been holding his glass in only to remember it was no longer there. Around him everyone was talking.
"What is that?" A woman near him asked.
"Do we need an escort?"
"Is there something wrong with the ship?"
"Are we in danger?"
The questions flew around the communal deck floor. One woman burst into tears and flung herself against a bewildered man, who reluctantly put an arm around her and attempted to comfort her. Damian rolled his eyes. He looked around for the captain, but he had disappeared in the growing crowd. A number of stewards had appeared and were arguing amongst themselves.
"They better do something soon." Damian thought. "Or else they'll have something on their hands they can't control."

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Ethan and Stefan watched as the ship slowly turned and moved alongside The Dauntless.
"It has no markings" Stefan noted. The hight pitched whining still playing in the background.
"Where is the captain?" Ethan asked through gritted teeth.
Both men turned as the high pitched whining stopped and the radio crackled to life.
"Calling Dauntless please come in Dauntless"
Ethan looked at Stefan, the frequency channel wasn't tuned. It had to be the other ship calling them. He picked up the handset.
"This is the GR Dauntless responding. Who am I speaking to?"
"This is the ship SG104, requesting immediate assistance over."
Ethan's burrow frowned. "Immediate assistance in what respect?"
"We have casualties on board, who require medical attention. Our engines are damaged and..."
"WATCH OUT!!" Stefan yelled. Outside Ethan saw the main ion canon turn and fire a bolt across the top of the ship. He grabbed the back of his chair as the ship wobbled. The radio set in his hand fell dead emitting static.
"They bloody shot out the communications satellite." Ethan gasped, they had distracted him while the shot was lined up.
Stefan grabbed onto his desk. "Call the engine room and tell them to divert power to the shie...."
He was cut off as a second blast fired, throwing them both to the floor.

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One of the stewards captain Gaut had called to stood on a table in the centre of the room. He cleared his throat.
"May I have your attention please?" He called. "We do not currently know the intentions of this unidentified ship, but we are attempting to established communications as we speak. Until then any questions may be diverted to myself, or another staff member. At the moment there is no reason to feel that your safety or the safety of others is in any danger, and we would ask you not to....."
The steward never finish his sentence as the ship suddenly lurched violently and he was thrown from the table. Damian grabbed onto a table to keep himself righted. He could hear faintly outside a second explosion and the ship lurched again, throwing out the table from under him, and pushing him to the ground.
"A complete fucking lie." He said to himself. They were under attack by someone, and there was reason to panic.

[killerkb]

Nail noticed the ship as it closed in.
Of course, after the explosions, he knew he had to hurry.

He turned around, and ran back to the luggage cabin. After all, thats where he put his weapons.
He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew it was bad.
The second ship blocked some sun, creating a big shadow in some of the cabins.
Nail bumped into some people once or twice, but he had to hurry, so he couldn't stop to apologize.

Almost there.

[Mastersarge 300]

Nick and Sky fell down to the ground as a blast hit the Dauntless.
"What in hell's name was that?!" he said. He took out an arrow and laid it on his bow ready to fire at anything that would come across.
"That must have been a blast from a cannon. Magitechnology is the number one problem whenever someone boards a ship. Felix get ready." he looked out the window seeing yhe figure closing in.

[Tawl]

(Okay, this is very hard.)

Tayen Gaut pulled himself to his feet. Looking down the hallway he could see many of his staff and attendants doing the same, they had all been thrown by the explosion.
"Have to set the ship to full alert." He said to himself through clenched teeth. He pulled himself along the wall of the corridor until he found the intercom terminal. Ripping the handset from the pouch in the wall he activated every terminal on board.
"Attention, this is Captain Tayen Gaut of the GR Dauntless. We are under attack by an unknown airship. Repeat we are under attack by an unknown airship......."

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Ethan helped Stefan up as they heard Gaut's voice over the intercom.
".......Intentions of this hostility are unknown. We request that all passengers follow the directions of the stewards and officers present on their respective floors....."

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"......Security personal are ordered to follow Dispatch Order 17, and assemble at checkpoints two, four, and five. Further orders will be issued by security captains at each station. Repeat......"
Damian coughed, he had been winded in the fall.

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"Until this crisis is over we request that everyone follow the directions of those in command. Repeat, follow the directions of those in command. Do no attempt to retrieve any personal belongings or luggage you may have stowed aboard the ship. All passengers are requested to assemble on the main hall of the communal deck, or the recreation hall. Do not return to your cabins. All Dauntless personal are advised to prepare for Evacuation Order #238. Repeat prepare for Evacuation Order #238."

Gaut switched off the main intercom. Down the hall he heard three shots fired, a scream and a thud. One of his staff had been shot. A second was being held against the wall at gunpoint, his eyes scrunched tight in terror.
He stood up only to feel a gun grip crash into the base of his skull. His vision blurred and he slumped to his knees. He reached to the back of his head and felt the warmth of blood running over his collar.
"They're already here." He said to himself in disbelief.

[Silitor]

"Felix get ready." Was the last thing Nick said before Felix could see an imperial about to crash into the window. So Felix did get ready, and started to mutter under his breath. "Elementals di ghiaccio, ora prossimo a me, elfi di ghiaccio, ora prossimi a me, ho bisogno del exteminate i miei nemici!" And then when the imperial crashed through the window, A gigantic spike of ice erupted from the ground, and impaled him. Killing him instantly. Felix grinned at Nick, as he saw more figures about to board.

"The party's just getting started!"

[killerkb]

Nail didn't listen to the intercom message. He had to get to the luggage cabin no matter what. It was the only hope for him to fight back.
Besides, he was almost there.

Last door. Come on!

Nail opened the door, and bumped into a guy standing behind it.
The man was part of the crew, luckily.

"Sir, please. You have to follow me to the main hall" the man said.
"I have to get something from the luggage cabin!" Nail replied.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I can't let you do that". the man grabbed Nails upper arm.
He was about to drag Nail out of there if he had to. He couldn't let a passenger get in danger.

Nail grabbed the mans shirt, and pulled him closer.
"Listen kid! For all I know, I'm the only one on this ship who is capable of doing anything!

Nail never thought of Damian. And besides, he didn't know if Damian was a fighter.

The man looked confused. He didn't know what to do. For all he knew, this guy was one of the bad guys. Maby he was going to place a bomb, or let people in through the back.
The man hesitated, but decided to let Nail through. He didn't felt like dying over this.

"Thank you." Nail said.

The man ran away, and Nail continued towards the luggage cabin.
He opened the door.
His eyes widened.

Of course... the explosions must have scrambled the luggage like crazy.

Nail got down on his knees, and started looking for his weapons.
His rifle was big, so it shouldn't be hard to find.

[XdbX]

I heard the intercom and was about to start moving back but the i hear some voice. I duck be hind a corner


"Sir, please. You have to follow me to the main hall" the man said.
"I have to get something from the luggage cabin!" Nail replied.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I can't let you do that". the man grabbed Nails upper arm.
He was about to drag Nail out of there if he had to. He couldn't let a passenger get in danger.

Nail grabbed the mans shirt, and pulled him closer.
"Listen kid! For all I know, I'm the only one on this ship who is capable of doing anything!

Then the man ran in to me.
I lipt him saying "Get help"
then pulling out my sword he ran even faster. I am guessing he was not going to get help but i could take care of this bomber. sneaking behind him I saw him looking for something


Pointing my sword that was the color of green. I said
"If you looking for a way out then there a open window on lvl 5 with a 500 foot drop."
and looking cool at the same time

(Sword vs gun XD)

[Mastersarge 300]

Nick was taken back as he saw Imperials barding the ship. Most had guns. And all he has was his bow and his dragon. One came through the window behind him and aimed at him. Nick took his arrow leaned back and shot the imperial's chest.
"Hah! One down!" he bragged. But soon 5 more boarded the ship and surrounded him.
"But a whole lot to go. Someone help?!"

[Killervirus]

"Sh't." Kyle mumbled as he rubbed his head. The blast had tooken him by surprise and he had smashed his forehead against the edge of the table. A thick liquid was dripping down, towards his chin.
It could've been worse, though. Like that steward who's head just got splattered by a bullet. Kyle had looked up in pain just to see his startled expression, followed by a mix of blood, brains and bone. "Gore" was the perfect word.
Three more gunshots echoed, but they weren't stray shots. They were coordinated and probably well aimed. Kyle suspected other stewards were falling down right now, their inside blasted out. Nasty.
Chaos had erupted. Passengers were trying all to get out, in a mad, trampling free-for-all run for security. The slower ones were shoved aside or trampled by those behind them, while stewards and a few officers were trying to maintain control of the screaming crowd.
"I'd better find Nick and get out of here." Kyle taught, getting up. His forehead still bleeded nasty. Blood came in his eyes, blinding him. He smacked against his table, spilling the content over the floor.
As more gunshots erupted and passengers fell to the floor, Kyle wished he had his weapons.

(Kay, sorry i didn't posted for a while.)

[XdbX]

(killerkb I am waiting on you my friend that is not my friend)

[castlemanic]

Name: Nathan
Race: imperials
Class: guild mage
Abilities: able to use any kind of magic (except for necromancy), uses staff on occasions as a weapon
Bio: once part of the Imperial army, now a renegade mage, departed after learning of the army's intentions of "expansion" as they called it. he now looks for a way of stopping the Empire, a branch of evil Imperials

[XdbX]

(rrr with you profile it says you can do any kind of magic. if this was so then you would be both class right?)