Medieval Fantasy [Advanced] [Pg-13] [Started/Accepting] [New races added]

[Michico]

Note:The axe was full with blood.

 

IC:Balter dropped the axe in front of him.(also,he is a giant orc,to let you know)

"Medic...help..please..got.attacked."Balter said,while falling on the floor,knocked out.

His wound still was bleeding.

He would die if he didn't get medical help soon.

 

OOC:If this is random crap....

Well....then,i dont know.

[Horologia]

"Blood... THIS GUY NEEDS HELP!" Cat yelled, looking around. All the other guests were looking shocked, only a female solider or something like that told she got medical experiance. "Please help him! Even if he´s a ork, we need to help him!"

[Hydra of Ages]

"Pax. c'mon! C'mon Pax, show up what you got!"

"Pax! Hey, Pax!"

"Hey, don't be like that... don't be like that Pax, hey, help a guy out why don't you?"

"Pllllleeeease Pax?"

 

She heard the others beg, sighed and turned her petite nose from them. She clipped the bag to her small belt, not looking anywhere near the urchin pirates. "Sticks, Face, Rope and Chest. You four should know better than that." She coughed slightly into her sleeve.

 

"If you four wanna stiff Old man Miles, be my guest, but leave me out of it. I don't want it to be MY pretty hide stuck to his front door." She mumbled, walking with a slight jingle in her step from the various gold in her pockets.

 

The leader of the four, evidently 'Sticks', frowned and crossed his strong arms. His hair was wild and cut off roughly with what appeared to be a knife, and he wore an expensive silk shirt with the sleeves torn off. Controversy, his leggings were cheep patched cloth. A quick glance over of him revealed the several evident burns on his body- Five 'T's total, two on his left arm, one on his chest and one on his cheek, each standing for a Theft he had been caught with. One 'P' for Pirate burned into his forehead from one unfortunate brush with the law stood out among the Ts. It looked impressive, as a permanent sign of his misdeeds, but Ferrum knew better; they were more symbols of his ineptitude and bad luck. You didn't get a burn if you got away with it, after all.

 

The other four stood back, apparently deferential to Sticks. Ferrum knew they were dangerous pirates; Each one was a fairly high rank on some ship or another, anyway. Face was her least favorite; Like Sticks, he boasted burns, though only two, and of different letters- an A for 'assault' on his left shoulder, and a R for 'rape' on his right. He was a skinnier, slighter man than Sticks, but Ferrum could tell he was the most dangerous with the bunch. She could see four 'concealed' knives on his person already, and she knew there were more where that came from.

 

Rope and Chest had unblemished skin, though that was more because they didn't get into as much trouble as the other two, and especially Rope, were clever enough to get away with it when they did. Chest was a massive fellow, with a large gullet and even bigger muscles and distinctive mustache. He was frightening to fight, bu oddly enough, easily the nicest of the four. And unlike the other three, he had slightly more respect for women than the average man.

Rope was a mousy, small fellow but unlike Face, didn't hide any hidden strength. He really was a wuss, though a wuss you wanted on your side; Rope could find a way to escape from anything, anywhere, and there wasn't a guard alive who could catch him.

 

Of course, even with that, none of them would ever think of messing with Miles... or her.

 

The four glanced at eachother. "Look, we don't mean to stiff the big man..." Sticks started.

Face growled a little. "He's getting feeble. I say he won't even notice."

 

Ferrum scoffed. "And you want me to take that risk for you?"

 

"Oh yeah?" Face retaliated, crossing his arms. "So you're saying you couldn't beat Miles if it came to a fight then? Eh, Pax?"

 

Ferrum sighed, rolled her eyes and continued walking. "No, Face." she responded. "Actually, I'm saying I don't WANT it to come to a fight. I rather like Miles. He has a good system set up." she said nonchalantly.

[Hirikiri Inaghe]

Grema walks slowly towards the orc with one hand still on her sword. Grema then flips the large orc over and starts to patch up the wound. When she was almost done she said blatently,"I hope you know his story was a lie. This is awound from a defensive measure not a attck."

[Dark Lightning]

Name : Jarred Cyan (yes, I use the name for everything...>.>)

Title : Cyan The Wanderer

Age: 17

Race: Human

Job: Wanderer

Appearance: [spoiler=Bolt and Rai Blade]

 

Bio: Jarred's parent's were murdered when he was a kid. He was left alone to die. Jarred found a dying wolf and helped it. He was about 6 years old. His exact words to the wolf were

"Did you mommy and daddy leave you too? Mine said they would be back. I'm just waiting for them...". His older brother was also killed. Jarred was extremely close to his brother, and when he needed to talk to someone, his brother was always there. Jarred's parents had told him to wait there, but he got tired and so he went into his house. That's when he had discovered blood on every corner of his home. Naturally, he as a kid would try to forget about that moment, and think it was a nightmare. He blocked it away, so that he would only remember his parents telling his 'We'll be right back'. As time went on, he refused to realize the truth, even now. On the night the he found the wolf, it's true identity was revealed. The Wolf was the Wolf of The Storm. As a token of gratitude, the wolf gave him the Rai Blade (meaning Storm Blade). But eventually the wolf decided to stay with him. They have grown up together and Jarred has learned to understand what Bolt says. He doesn't talk about how he lost his eye, so no one really knows.

[Michico]

Balter opened his eyes,and he saw someone was helping him curing his wounds.

"actually,it was from defense,yeah..."Balter said really softly,almost not hearable.

"It was needed...For my cou.."Balter suddenly closed his eyes again.

 

 

OOC:It is impossible to tell if Balter is lieing,it is 1 of his skills.

[Otaku-sama]

OoC: Oh dear it started without me!

 

IC: Roger was exhausted after travelling all day on his loyal camel, Sahari. He dismounted from the beast of burden and led it to the stables, where it began to greedily devour the hay in its pen. Roger then went out to the local tavern, where he hoped he could get some food and boarding. As he walked out to the tavern, he noticed that there was a bloodied orc with an axe standing in the main entrance of the tavern.

 

"Oh dear, another orc. That brute must have been out killing people and got himself a booboo. Too bad orcs are terrible liars," Roger muttered to himself as he made his way to the second entrance to the tavern around the back. He walked up to the tavern owner, who was busy looking at the orc.

 

"Excuse me good sir, I am Roger the bard and I am looking for a meal and a room here. Do you have any room?"

[Magnet Soldier]

Mihael walked about the town, glaring at any little urchin who got in his way. He was reknown around these parts, as he was almost everywhere else, as the most expensive but the best assassin and thief. However for his skill he demanded an extremely high price and hated stealing. He did it only if the person who was paying him gave him alot, And i mean alot, of money. He walked around and noticed a small tavern, he wasn't sleepy he just fancied himself a pint. He walked in the tarvern with a hood on so as noone would notice who he was when he saw that everyone was crowded round a table where an injured orc lay. With his half elfness he could easily see the small details of the injury that no human could and could see that from the shape and direction it was from the longsword of a man on a horse, probably a knight. He did not reveal this as it would draw attention to himself, instead he asked the bar tender for a pint of ale.

[ArtemisFowl]

uhmmm ' date=' yeah could be , but im plannig a story right now with Horo

just wait a bit , i will think about it

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So will those be the only races or not? I wanna know now ! >.<

 

Name : Dante (How dare you call japanese name crap.)

Title : Dante the Swift

Age: 2093

Race: Elf

Job: Bard. Medic. Fighter.

Appearance: Taller than humans. Long silver hair. Blue eyes. Light blue and white robes with a dark traveling cloak. (Good enough?)

Bio: Dante was always fansicnated with stories of old, of elves and dragons. He loved to listen to them when he was younger. Once he got old enough to train he fought with a sword. He was the fastest using his sword when he fought other elves so he earned himself the title of "The Swift". He has competed in contest of swordfighting and has both won a many of times. As he tired of fighting he tried his hands at magic and studied. Strangly enough he was the best in healing. While in his studies or magic he remebered his stories and decided to travel and tell others that do not know of the adventures of elves and dragons. He took year to prefect his abilites of playing a wooden strings instrument of the bouzouki and uses it to tell his stories.

[Michico]

OOC:Lets kill him.

He says Japanese names are crap XD

 

IC:

Balter openend his eyes,and he stood up.

He did see the crowd.

"Go away!"He brutally said,grabbing his axe.

He was ready to kill everybody in the tavern.

"Go away!"He repeated.

[Magnet Soldier]

Guarranteeded Orc behavior, always reach for their weapon. Mihael thought analyzing the Orc. As Mihael got his ale he walked over to the table and moved the crowd out of the way. "Put down the axe and you can have a little gift." Mihael said, pulling out a bag of gold. "There is 300 pieces of gold here, and you'll get it all." Mihael put the bag on the table and walked back to his seat.

[Michico]

Balter grabbed the bag.

"you will probably have more with you!"Balter said,while being ready to cut of Mihael's head.

"Give me more,or you will die!"Balter said coldly.

You could see Balter looked serious.

[Magnet Soldier]

Mihael laughed, "Go on try it, do you even now who i am?" He pulled down his hood. Quite alot of people gasped and ran off. "I am Mihael dervernson. I am one of the most reknown assassins and mercenarys this world has ever known. I have dealings with dragons and I'll let you in on a secret, I'm half elf, giving me enhance speed/strengh and accuracy." Mihael exclaimed, drawing his sword, "Go on. I'll like using your head as a football(Soccer ball for americans)."

[Michico]

Balter puts his axe back on his back.

"well then,i wont kill other assassins."Balter said.

"However,you know why i do this?

YOU KNOW WHY I DO THIS?"He asked angry.

[Hirikiri Inaghe]

As the orc stood up greema grabbed her sword and put it at his throat.

"If i were you orc i would just walk outthe Tavern and never return," Greema said with a smile on her face. Greema was hopeing that the orc would try to fight her. She really felt like a good fight.

[Michico]

Balter grabbed his axe.

"For my country!"He yelled,while using the axe to hit Greema.

Of course,his axe gets blocked by the blade,so he kept hitting.

[Horologia]

Cat was walking away from the ork, still watching him verry shocked. What if they really start to figth now? What shall she do? Maybe she could ask for the guards, but it would take some times to find those soliders. For now she just trys to avoid contact with that ork. But now he rushes toward the other one. Cat close her eyes, dont want to look at the scene...

[Hirikiri Inaghe]

Grema blocks the buffet of attacks.

"Orc i warned you," Grema says grabing her other sword.

She then slashes her swords ferociously.Grema knew he couldnt keep with her attacks.

[Ģค๓blє]

Name : Brom Esto

Title : Brom the Unknown

Age: 19

Race: Half Human, Half Elf

Job: He is looking. Currently, is a rogue-type person.

Appearance: (minus the blood)

Bio: Brom has no specific job or duty. He simply roams in search of anything to occupy him. Brom is half elf, half human. His parents met during a Human mission to rescue an Elven village. Brom is a professional archer who never misses his mark. He carries a large bow and quiver. In his spare time, he dabbles in magic. He knows a lot of different things with it, and is also a magician.

[Hydra of Ages]

"Paaaax..."

 

Ferrum grunted, and turned on the four. "Look, being more annoying aint gunna get you any gold, got it? Now if you ask me again, I swear to Asphiradel, I will call down all SORTS of Armageddon on your asses." she turned with a huff, and the other four pirates shrugged to eachother.

 

"Ah, I guess."

 

That was Sticks, trying to sound like it wasn't that big a deal. Ferrum resisted the urge to roll her eyes. It was fairly obvious Sticks really wanted that money, but not enough that he'd risk being attacked by her assortment of divine spells. Seriously, these humans were almost as bad as the Goblins were with money.

 

She glanced back at Face, Rope and Chest. "C'mon, we still have a lot of ground to cover. A Tax Collector needs to make sure to collect ALL of her Taxes, and all of her "Taxes"-" she added the air quotes- "Otherwise, she'll have a very short life, divine guardians or not. I think our next place to hit is some pub... C'mon."

 

Chest paused, and crossed his arms. "I think I know the place." he grunted. "Not a bad ale there. Mutton could be better though."

[Magnet Soldier]

Kris jumped back as the orc started attacking this warrior known as Greema. He decided to watch and see how Greema reacted and he had to say, very well. "Orc sit DOWN! Extarnecar!" Kris shouted, using his paralyzing powers, "I told you I had dealings with dragons. Now tell me everything that has been going on recently and I wont kill you." Kris said, holding a knife to baltar's throat, "Oh and one more thing, this knife is poisoned."

[Michico]

Balter was blocking Grema's attacks.

Until he got paralyzed.

"Ok then...."Balter said.

"It began with the death of the king....

He was assassinated by one of the orcs.

And the rules are,if you kill the king,you become the king.

So,the assassin became the king.

However,he treated us all as trash.

That damn guy just send us to attack another orc kingdom....

I COULD NOT ACCEPT IT!"Balter said angry.

"So,i escaped the country,to get an army to assassinate the king....

I need much money for the army,so i rob people,and i am an assassin.

But today....

Today....somebody tried to defence himself,and he stabbed me.

AND I HAD TO KILL HIM!"Balter said crying.

[Magnet Soldier]

Okay....Now there's a sight I nver thought I'd see. An orc crying? How absurd. Kris thought. He was feeling merciful so he released the parlyzing magic holding the orc. "Well then, you need money to kill the king of your orcs. Well, since it's a noble cause I'll join you for a reletivaly small cost. Only 30 gold." Kris said, feeling sorry for the Orc, "This don't mean that I'll be cheap for you." He said, pointing at a small urchin child who had started walking forward.

[Michico]

"Thank you!"Balter said.

"I will get you a high position once we killed the king...."Balter said.

"However,it won't be easy!"Balter said.

"Especially since my brother is the king...

He is a damn traitor!"Balter said.

[Magnet Soldier]

"Your brother!?" Kris asked, extremely surprisede, "How can you hate and want to kill your own brother that much, even if he is an evil traitor?" Kris was very shocked that the orc hated his brother so much and even more surprised that he was looking for an army to take on his brother. These orcs never cease to surprise me. Kris thought.