"Well.." Khale began, "The toxins kick in within three hours. What happens is, the toxins cause bloating, and eventually, changes your hair follicles to produce a strange pheramone. That's all I've heard, as no one has observed anything further."
Aeros, The realm of Storms RP
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"wonderfull, well hopefully the herb Perrin is getting will help. If not, seeing as we're just outside that prison or whatever it was it might not be to far fetched to think they might have an antidote." Said Azcyh "Either way I'll probobly go with you guys."
Flint walks over to the now roaring fire carrying his musket and starts talking to the group
"Ha Ha I love this idea. bust INTO a jail, get some meds then run out carrying so poor guy with us."
He looks at the broken pieces of the steam bow and has a Idea.
"does any one have a telescope?" he asks have expecting no one to have one.
Occ: hey guys its my 20th birthday today. and ill be going away for a few days, please keep me in this game
just set him to auto pilot like axel. i really dont mind who controls him
"Ha Ha I love this idea. bust INTO a jail, get some meds then run out carrying so poor guy with us."
He looks at the broken pieces of the steam bow and has a Idea.
"does any one have a telescope?" he asks have expecting no one to have one.
Occ: hey guys its my 20th birthday today. and ill be going away for a few days, please keep me in this game
just set him to auto pilot like axel. i really dont mind who controls him
"Unfortunately, no, I do not." Khale said, putting all his belongings back into his pack.
Khale walked over near Azcyh, and inhaled. He quickly coughed, and then started to vomit.
"*Blueerrgghh*.... My god man! You smell utterly vile! If we are going to get that herb, we'd best do it quick. I don't want to be dragging along a smelly blimp all the way back to Thunderflint." Khale said, wiping his putrescence away from his mouth.
OOC: Alright, I'll see who wants to take over him. I might consider letting this thing rest for a few days. I'm going camping with my dad and his friends on Friday.
Happy Birthday, by the way..
Khale walked over near Azcyh, and inhaled. He quickly coughed, and then started to vomit.
"*Blueerrgghh*.... My god man! You smell utterly vile! If we are going to get that herb, we'd best do it quick. I don't want to be dragging along a smelly blimp all the way back to Thunderflint." Khale said, wiping his putrescence away from his mouth.
OOC: Alright, I'll see who wants to take over him. I might consider letting this thing rest for a few days. I'm going camping with my dad and his friends on Friday.
Happy Birthday, by the way..
If this RP is still ongoing, perhaps there is room for another character? I've always meant to get involved in one of these things.
My character would be:
Name: Zolph Fistenson
Race: Human
Subrace: Ixionian
Class: Heavy / Melee
Profession: Owns a small repair shop, inventor by nature
Weapons: Steam-powered "steam-fists" which pack a devastating blow and act as a shield; "Steam-boots" which allow great speed
Magic: 0
Science: 15
Willpower: 0
Psychic: 0
Kinetic: 5
My character would be:
Name: Zolph Fistenson
Race: Human
Subrace: Ixionian
Class: Heavy / Melee
Profession: Owns a small repair shop, inventor by nature
Weapons: Steam-powered "steam-fists" which pack a devastating blow and act as a shield; "Steam-boots" which allow great speed
Magic: 0
Science: 15
Willpower: 0
Psychic: 0
Kinetic: 5
This has gotten my interest. Hope I can join!
Name: Edward Stormbringer
Race: Human; Subrace: Ixionian
Class: Guardian/Fighter
Profession: Soldier/Bounty Hunter
Weapons: Duel Katana, Flintlock rifle, Throwing daggers.
Circle Skills:
Magic: 0
Science: 10
Willpower: 15
Mental: 5
Kinetic: 0
Name: Edward Stormbringer
Race: Human; Subrace: Ixionian
Class: Guardian/Fighter
Profession: Soldier/Bounty Hunter
Weapons: Duel Katana, Flintlock rifle, Throwing daggers.
Circle Skills:
Magic: 0
Science: 10
Willpower: 15
Mental: 5
Kinetic: 0
OOC: Yeah, it's still going, we just took a break because Shotbyamonk was partying. Welcome.zoozilla said:
"Okay.." Khale began, "Khorikhan has more than likely increased it's defenses by now, especially with three breakouts in one night. If we are to free those prisoners, we're going to need a plan."
Khale reached into his pack, and pulled out a map of the continent:
"We are currently towards the north of Khorikhan," Khale said, "So we must flank over to the west, and sneak in.. Afterwards, we go to the far south of the city, where the Alagoi keep their Magma Core Power plant, and we destroy it. Afterwards, the sentries will be disabled, and we can sneak out while the city is in the dark.."
"Depends when everyone else is ready.." Khale said, "Though, I'm not sure what we will do about the shape-changer-" He stopped suddenly as he was looking over to the waterfall. The lycanthrope had left.
Axl was now speeding through the forest now, jumping branch over branch, heading North.
"Hmm.." He thought "There is a human settlement towards the North.. Maybe I can finally get somewhere *civilized*.."
Axl was now speeding through the forest now, jumping branch over branch, heading North.
"Hmm.." He thought "There is a human settlement towards the North.. Maybe I can finally get somewhere *civilized*.."
Zolph grabbed a screwdriver from the leather tool belt ever present on his waist and worked vigorously on his "steam-fists", his most prized invention. After fiddling with the various valves and discrete pipes running through the heavy gloves, he slid them on his rough hands, black with grease. He couldn't help but smile.
These were the moments he treasured. Out in the wilderness, testing out his inventions as the sun shone down and its beams reflected off his dirty yellow hair. He should probably have been spending time at his repair shop, but this was much too fun. He never had customers, anyway.
Slipping on another of his inventions, "steam-boots", he raced further into the forest, using his boots to build up great speed and the extra power of his steam-fists to swing off low-hanging branches.
This was his nirvana. He didn't care about anything - not that his business was doing poorly, not that he heard odd sounds that seemed to come from the prison to the east.
And yet, he had the strange feeling that something (whether good or bad he could not tell) was going to happen.
These were the moments he treasured. Out in the wilderness, testing out his inventions as the sun shone down and its beams reflected off his dirty yellow hair. He should probably have been spending time at his repair shop, but this was much too fun. He never had customers, anyway.
Slipping on another of his inventions, "steam-boots", he raced further into the forest, using his boots to build up great speed and the extra power of his steam-fists to swing off low-hanging branches.
This was his nirvana. He didn't care about anything - not that his business was doing poorly, not that he heard odd sounds that seemed to come from the prison to the east.
And yet, he had the strange feeling that something (whether good or bad he could not tell) was going to happen.
"Whenever you all are ready, then meet me outside Khorikhan's walls. I'm tired of this inaction!" Khale said. He was eager to move, as is the Gambit's custom.
Khale leapt off into the treetops, a purple energy trailing behind his feet as he soared into the night.
Khale ran along the branches, throwing cards out into each gap between. With each card that flew down, they grew larger, making bridges from tree to tree.
Khale finally reached the end of the jungle, landing down on the grass and vine ground without a sound.
He saw the city, glowing in the dark night. The stone sentries shone lights from their eyes, and slowly scanned them along the ground.
Khale leapt over the wall, avoiding the orange beams that crept along the ground.
He finally hid behind a statue, and plotted his next move.
Somewhere, deep in the Altari mountains, an aged wizard sits in his throne, red robes billowing around from the strong magical energies that emanated from him. Raindrops floated in the space around his throne.
In his hand, he held a large stone, shaped like an hourglass, that absorbed the light around it.
The old mage gazed into one of the droplets, and saw a reflection of the group that stood near the waterfall.
As he brushed the timeless orbs out of the way, he coughed. Blood dripped from his chin. Inside of the blood glowed thousands of tiny, bright violet specks; reflective of the wizard's high magical energies.
"My time is short.." He gasped, "But the artifacts are so close.."
Khale leapt off into the treetops, a purple energy trailing behind his feet as he soared into the night.
Khale ran along the branches, throwing cards out into each gap between. With each card that flew down, they grew larger, making bridges from tree to tree.
Khale finally reached the end of the jungle, landing down on the grass and vine ground without a sound.
He saw the city, glowing in the dark night. The stone sentries shone lights from their eyes, and slowly scanned them along the ground.
Khale leapt over the wall, avoiding the orange beams that crept along the ground.
He finally hid behind a statue, and plotted his next move.
Somewhere, deep in the Altari mountains, an aged wizard sits in his throne, red robes billowing around from the strong magical energies that emanated from him. Raindrops floated in the space around his throne.
In his hand, he held a large stone, shaped like an hourglass, that absorbed the light around it.
The old mage gazed into one of the droplets, and saw a reflection of the group that stood near the waterfall.
As he brushed the timeless orbs out of the way, he coughed. Blood dripped from his chin. Inside of the blood glowed thousands of tiny, bright violet specks; reflective of the wizard's high magical energies.
"My time is short.." He gasped, "But the artifacts are so close.."
"Bit impatient, isn't he." Said Azcyh, as he gathered the rest of his things. A few minutes had passed "Well I sopose I shuld start heading down there, make sure Khale hasn't goten him self cought." And with that he left.
Azcyh had been walking for a few minutes when he had heard a noise behind him "Perrin" There was no respose. "Flint." Still no respose. Azcyh pulled out his bow and an arrow, and turned around.
He readied his bow. "Show your self!" shouted Azcyh. At that momment a pig ran out from behind a tree. He sighed "whew, damn animals." He began walking, when suddenly an arrow flew right past his head.
He turned to see two men jumping out of the trees. They were bandits, the taller of the two armmed with a bow and the other armmed with a sword "You owe us slaves" said the taller bandit. "Let's say we take your life and call it even." Azcyh ducked behind a tree before the bandit could get another shot off.
The bandits slowly approched each side of the tree. They crept up to to both sides and jumped around to where Azcyh was. He was gone. "where'd he go." said the shorter one "I don't k..." The taller bandits sentince was cut short by an arrow from the trees. The arrow had gone through his neck and killed him. The short one was frightened. "Where the hell are you!" The man shouted
He looked through the trees, but did not see Azcyh. "W-W-WHERE ARE YOU!" He shouted once more. His fear was getting to him. Sudenly a blade burst though his throat. Azcyh had killed him.
"*sigh* there may be more, I better get out of here." said Azcyh and ran toword his original destination. He arived to see the city on high alert. He snuck past the security lights ran up to the city wall, and hid inside a strange rock formation near the entrance.
OOC: Wow, that's alot more then I had originaly intended to write, guess I got into it, sorry.
Azcyh had been walking for a few minutes when he had heard a noise behind him "Perrin" There was no respose. "Flint." Still no respose. Azcyh pulled out his bow and an arrow, and turned around.
He readied his bow. "Show your self!" shouted Azcyh. At that momment a pig ran out from behind a tree. He sighed "whew, damn animals." He began walking, when suddenly an arrow flew right past his head.
He turned to see two men jumping out of the trees. They were bandits, the taller of the two armmed with a bow and the other armmed with a sword "You owe us slaves" said the taller bandit. "Let's say we take your life and call it even." Azcyh ducked behind a tree before the bandit could get another shot off.
The bandits slowly approched each side of the tree. They crept up to to both sides and jumped around to where Azcyh was. He was gone. "where'd he go." said the shorter one "I don't k..." The taller bandits sentince was cut short by an arrow from the trees. The arrow had gone through his neck and killed him. The short one was frightened. "Where the hell are you!" The man shouted
He looked through the trees, but did not see Azcyh. "W-W-WHERE ARE YOU!" He shouted once more. His fear was getting to him. Sudenly a blade burst though his throat. Azcyh had killed him.
"*sigh* there may be more, I better get out of here." said Azcyh and ran toword his original destination. He arived to see the city on high alert. He snuck past the security lights ran up to the city wall, and hid inside a strange rock formation near the entrance.
OOC: Wow, that's alot more then I had originaly intended to write, guess I got into it, sorry.
Perrin, getting up from a last meal before he left, started walking down an abandoned pathway towards the city.
"'Man, how did i get sucked into this crap?'" Perrin thought to himself. "'I'm just a traveling thief, I didn't even steal anything this time.'"
Suddenly he heard a twig snap, and he threw a dagger towards the sound without thinking.
"Oh shit, he heard us!" a man says. "Borian! Get up man!"
"Grh, I can't, F***er hit me right in the leg." another man says.
Perrin bursts through the trees, "Who the hell are you! What were your intentions!" Perrin barks, sword drawn.
He sees 3 men armed fairly well. The 1st man has a huge great sword, The 2nd man, Borian, has a bow, the other man is holding a staff and a book.
The man with the staff leans down to Borian and starts chanting. "Stay away from him, or you'll regret it." Perrin says. The man with the sword swings at Perrin, but misses horribly.
"Pitiful vermin" Perrin says under his breath, and he stabs him through the stomach.
"Eiii!" the staff wielder yelps, and runs. Perrin retrieves dagger from the corpse of Borian. "I hate killing.... I guess this is just required for survival..."
Perrin continues his journey through the forest, finally arriving at the east wall. Gracefully, he scales the wall, landing in a back alley inside the city.
"'Man, how did i get sucked into this crap?'" Perrin thought to himself. "'I'm just a traveling thief, I didn't even steal anything this time.'"
Suddenly he heard a twig snap, and he threw a dagger towards the sound without thinking.
"Oh shit, he heard us!" a man says. "Borian! Get up man!"
"Grh, I can't, F***er hit me right in the leg." another man says.
Perrin bursts through the trees, "Who the hell are you! What were your intentions!" Perrin barks, sword drawn.
He sees 3 men armed fairly well. The 1st man has a huge great sword, The 2nd man, Borian, has a bow, the other man is holding a staff and a book.
The man with the staff leans down to Borian and starts chanting. "Stay away from him, or you'll regret it." Perrin says. The man with the sword swings at Perrin, but misses horribly.
"Pitiful vermin" Perrin says under his breath, and he stabs him through the stomach.
"Eiii!" the staff wielder yelps, and runs. Perrin retrieves dagger from the corpse of Borian. "I hate killing.... I guess this is just required for survival..."
Perrin continues his journey through the forest, finally arriving at the east wall. Gracefully, he scales the wall, landing in a back alley inside the city.
Zolph finally came to a stop, panting heavily.
Where am I?
He'd traveled much farther than he'd expected; when testing out his inventions, Zolph regularly lost track of time.
Not to far from his position, he could see the hulking stone fortress that was the Khorikan prison.
Much farther than expected. He was deep in Alagoi territory - not good. His steam-fists and boots would overpower petty bandits easily (he sometimes had to get physical back with vagrants at his repair shop), but he couldn't hold up against a group of Alagoi. Zolph's gloves, boots, tool belt, and blonde hair all screamed "Ixonian".
He thought of his older brother, Zant. The last letter he got from him was from these parts. Zant was always reckless - an adventurer. He always managed to get back home safe and sound, though. Then he became acquainted with some 'Flint' person (sort of a shady guy) and, well...
Zolph hadn't received a letter from Zant in over 5 months.
Where am I?
He'd traveled much farther than he'd expected; when testing out his inventions, Zolph regularly lost track of time.
Not to far from his position, he could see the hulking stone fortress that was the Khorikan prison.
Much farther than expected. He was deep in Alagoi territory - not good. His steam-fists and boots would overpower petty bandits easily (he sometimes had to get physical back with vagrants at his repair shop), but he couldn't hold up against a group of Alagoi. Zolph's gloves, boots, tool belt, and blonde hair all screamed "Ixonian".
He thought of his older brother, Zant. The last letter he got from him was from these parts. Zant was always reckless - an adventurer. He always managed to get back home safe and sound, though. Then he became acquainted with some 'Flint' person (sort of a shady guy) and, well...
Zolph hadn't received a letter from Zant in over 5 months.
Khale sat in the shadows behind the statue, twitching from the magical energy and adrenaline surging through him.
He waited for a few minutes, pondering where the rest of his rescue crew were.
"Argh.." He groaned. He held his hand at his temple, trying to get the headrushes to pass.
"What in Nimbus is taking them?!" He muttered.
Khale then heard the sounds of threats and battle.
"Grrr.. Damn it all! With this much racket, they'll wind up over a fire in no time! I'll have to blow the generator myself then.. At least the sentries won't spot them afterwards."
Khale leapt off to the center of the city, where all the glowing ley lines on the roads and walls originated.
The Alagoi were scattering around the city, looking for the prisoners, and a large blue beast.
One of the guards on a stone tower heard strange noises, and looked over his shoulder. He stepped on a stone on the floor, and two of the sentries next to the tower immediately started flashing their spotlights on the jungle ground below.
He waited for a few minutes, pondering where the rest of his rescue crew were.
"Argh.." He groaned. He held his hand at his temple, trying to get the headrushes to pass.
"What in Nimbus is taking them?!" He muttered.
Khale then heard the sounds of threats and battle.
"Grrr.. Damn it all! With this much racket, they'll wind up over a fire in no time! I'll have to blow the generator myself then.. At least the sentries won't spot them afterwards."
Khale leapt off to the center of the city, where all the glowing ley lines on the roads and walls originated.
The Alagoi were scattering around the city, looking for the prisoners, and a large blue beast.
One of the guards on a stone tower heard strange noises, and looked over his shoulder. He stepped on a stone on the floor, and two of the sentries next to the tower immediately started flashing their spotlights on the jungle ground below.