RP - Hero Quest

[SargentToughie]

I have decided... good luck trying to kill me, as I will be trying to kill all of you

Username: SargentToughie
Character name: Erin Dormav
Race: Human
Profession: Scribe

Bio: As a scribe, he uses his job as an excuse to read as many books as possable, always eager to get his hands on new and interesting books to read he eagerly joined the caravan in an attempt to learn more about the world

What the characters don't know: When he enters the temple, he will come into contact with a dirty and unkept book, as he reads it, his mind broadens to the celestic plains... and a Demon of hate and revenge takes over his motal shell... he then procedes to attempt to kill the heroes and take over the world

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Okay... He's not going going to try to kill the heroes right off the bat... that would be too easy, he's going to withdraw into the temple and master his powers... he will only appear at brief intervals and at the final battle

 

[curlycrouton]

Lookin' pretty good.
So, when do we start?

 

[Limos]

The RP begins now

The noonday sun overhead shines down on the caravan filled with busy people preparing for the Expedition. For two days the keep has been in a state of frantic preperation as assorted servants, specialists, nobles, and prisoners arrived and had to be shown their position in the caravan. The Nobles of course ride at the head of the column. They are garishly dressed in expensive silks ranging in color from the less offensive yellows and green to a most vile shade of orange worn by the Duke of Rippon duchy.

In the center of this group are the more subdued yet more important Heroes. In the lead is Garret Kruush, a Human Paladin of the Ivory Veil. Behind comes Veruvis, an Elven Archmage of the Arcane Acadamy, and Twarvel Bouldershoulders, a Dwarven High Cleric of Eda. Looking out of place in the group of richly dressed and sumptuosly mounted nobles is Serisna Tineresa, a Halfing rogue riding a pony.

Behind this group rides the soberly dressed servants, all manner of maids, butlers, cooks, and grooms. They are mostly attired in the colors of the noble house they serve but many are dressed in more appropriate woolens and leathers more suited to travelling.

The strangest group follows the servants in a parade of odd carts and wagons. One filled with strange brass machinery has no horse drawing it and instead plods along under it's own power and emits the occaisional high pitched shriek of steam. Among this group are the Scholars, Scribes, Alchemists, Priests and other such eccentrics brought along for their knowledge in one subject or another.

Last in the caravan is the slave carts, great wooden wagens with metal cages. The cages are packed with sullen prisoners brought on the Expedition to serve as labor. Riding alongside the prisoners are a number of prison guards, militia and slave drivers.

The last prisoner cart clears the gate and the Expedition rumbles off down the road on it's way to the ruined city of the Elderlings. The keep breathes a sigh of relief that they can finally relax and go about their normal buisness with no surplus guests to accomodate.

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Spoiler: What you need to do.

This is still the exposition. Nothing major is going to happen until you all set up your characters.

I want everyone to establish what they are carrying and their place in the caravan. Once everyone has established their positions I will give you something to do. Feel free to make random characters to talk to if you wish.

The Current terrain you are riding through is rolling plains, mostly uninhabited. The mountains are to you're Northwest and you are riding West.

 

[Rabid Toilet]

Elianus squints as the Expedition clears the gateway, the harsh sunlight blinding him for a moment. While he was grateful to get out of the city, he did miss the shade the tall buildings offered. Though they couldn't hold a candle to the trees of his homeland, or even the cool darkness of his study, they at least made the light bareable. With a sigh, he scanned the horizon. Plains as far as the eye could see. There would be no respite until they reached the ruins.

Cursing his misfortune, the elf pulled up the hood of his robe and turned to his companions. The other scholars were busy poring over their tomes. Not exactly the best conversationalists, that lot, but then Elianus wasn't much for conversation himself. Eyeing the others, he saw that everyone else was busy with their own preperations as well. Some were praying in the corner, some seemed to be copying pages from manuscripts, and still others were brewing some foul-smelling concoction.

Not feeling inclined to join his fellows, Elianus pulled one of the spellbooks out of his pack and began reading. While he had memorized them all hundreds of times, he wanted to make sure he knew the locations of all of his spells. While not able to cast the spells at will, he could invoke the ones he wanted by reciting them off of the pages. Unfortunately, the books had to be open to the right page for him to cast a spell, so it was important to be able to find the ones he needed. Most of the spells were simple: Light, Conjure Water, a few minor Heal spells, but it comforted him to have them ready.

Knowing the journey to the ruins would take a while longer, and since he couldn't very well study the Elderlings until they got there, Elianus sat back and continued to read over his books.

 

[SargentToughie]

Erin was meditating in the corner alone... reading the book he brought with him for the third time

"Stupid... I knew I should have brought more than one book"

He rose to his feet, he didd'nt have much on him rather than his book and a small knife, he looked around at the other saps that had managed to come abord... all of them were out to make a name for themselves, Erin wanted nothing more than to learn more, to expand his mind

he sighs

"This will be a very long trip..."

 

[Blazing Angel]

Leon sat in a corner in the caravan he was in and sighed frequently of boredom. All he had brought with him was some of his tools and a few weapons to sell for money<with the exception of his own sword. Leon had fallen asleep twice and had polished oll of the weapons until they gleamed from the smallest light.
"I wonder how far we are from our destination."

 

[Blayze]

The slave carts felt like the crossroads where all the world's stenches met. Slumped in a corner of one of the cages, Fiddeus was forced to jostle for room. Remembering the word's *other* meaning from a time long past -- one where he hadn't yet been introduced to the incredible bliss of alcohol -- he made sure to keep a closer eye on the bottle of Emergency Stout he had managed to secrete about his person.

The guards had searched all of the prisoners before the journey began, to make sure they weren't carrying weapons that could be used against the Heroes or the Nobles. Well, *almost all*. The only guard who had dared come close to him had inhaled so much of his alcoholic personal stench that she had to be taken to the Alchemists and Priests in the caravan in search of a cure so that she could resume her duties that day.

That meant that he had been able to keep his emergency supply safe. Sadly for those anywhere near him, there was no room in the cage for the others to avoid his stench. As a true master, he inhaled deeply and was able to pick out individual smells from among the crowd. Anyone else would have smelled just the overpowering stench of alcohol, body odour, infection, dirt and sweat.

He could smell a faint whiff of tobacco. The scent was a familiar one, the tobacco version of watered-down alcohol. A guard could afford something better than that. Looks like they confiscated it from a prisoner. From somewhere behind him, there was a smell that reminded him of...

He turned to look behind him, at the slave wagon just ahead of theirs. Tracing the scent to one area in particular, he smirked as he saw a couple engaged in a sexual activity of some sort -- the mass of bodies made it difficult to discern precisely what they were doing, but the smell alone was evidence enough for him. Something to pass the time indeed. Such depravity... it's really quite amusing.

A sudden pain in his head forced him to turn away and press his right palm against his temple. His own involvement in this little farce was coming back to him slowly... something about alcohol -- as always -- and an accusation of indecent exposure... What have I gotten myself into?

 

[Limos]

Spoiler: Just waiting for Crouton

Once CurlyCrouton posts we'll be able to move along.

And Blayze, first of all what's with the super smell powers
and second the carts are full of MALE prisoners. :O

 

[Blayze]

Spoiler

1) Merely an extension of Fiddeus' experience of smells, taken to an extreme.
2) And?

Want me to remove either/both of those bits?

 

[Limos]

Spoiler: Nah

Nah, it's okay. You can leave it in.

 

[SargentToughie]

Spoiler: spoilers and OOC conversations

Try to keep them to a minamum... Wilson's been cracking down on that recently

 

[SargentToughie]

Spoiler

I say we just skip cruton's intro and move on, if he still wants to play he can jump back in at any time...

 

[Limos]

Standing within the midst of the last slave cart is a man. A most ordinary man. With no identifying characteristics or noteworthy phsyical traits. He stands quite brazenly, his chest out, his back straight. It is a posture of supreme confidence and perhaps a bit of arrogance. It screams to all around him Hello World!! I'm better than all of you!!. It is the kind of posture that makes people want to rearrange your facial features.

In this case the posture was completely justified.

For this ordinary man was in fact Davlaiman Tervos. Or as he is better known, Longblade the Bandit King. The story of how Longblade came to be in this group of otherwise unremarkable prisoners is the result of many bribes and the clerical error of one Elodius Fench, Lesser Beaurocrat of the Canton of Inquisition. (Also motivated by a bribe)

Tervos' henchman had worked many long nights dispensing bribes and forging paperwork to arrange for their former King to be placed in the open only two days before his scheduled execution, much to the chargrin of his former jailors.

Regardless, all of these factors came together this day to ensure that Davlaiman Tervos' posture of confidence would soon be validated as two camps of his bandit suddenly appear on either side of the small valley and rain arrows on the startled and ill prepared Guards alongside the slave carts.

Two guards on the northern side fall with arrows poking through their rather important pieces of anatomy while several more fall with arrows suddenly embedded in their less important, but still quite tender, limbs. The southern side fares far worse as the shots here were with the wind and flew truer than those of their northern counterparts, slaying all but one of the guards on that side. More guards rally to their defense while smaller groups of enterprising bandits split off toward the unprotected specialist carts.

Spoiler: The Rundown

You have six groups of bandits. The two largest are attacking the slave carts from the north and south. Two smaller groups are attacking the specialist carts. A medium group is attacking the servants. A small, but more highly trained, group has attacked the head of the column and is attempting to occupy the heroe's while the bandit King escapes.

The Guards are heavily outnumbered and will not last long without the aid of the heroes. The heroes themselves will most likely be distracted for a few rounds.

Characters are currently unaware of the Bandit King or the signifigance of the attack.

Feel free to kill bandits however you want.

 

[Blazing Angel]

Leon jumped out of his caravan and unshiethed his sword and drived it into and enemies stomach
"Dang, why are they attacking us?!"
leon spun around in time to notice an arrow flash by him,graving his forearm and picked up a rock a hurled it at the unknown attacker.

 

[SargentToughie]

Erin puts down his book in the commotion, he looks out of the caravan to see the badits

"These fool! How dare they interrupt my reading time!"

He leaps down and pulls out his dagger, stabbing a bandit in the throat and lunging at another

"RAARGH!!! KILL!!!!'

 

[Blayze]

Trapped in a cage full of panicking inmates, Fiddeus was incapable of helping out properly against the bandits who would certainly be -- at the end of the day -- less gracious hosts than his current captors were. While the guards were likely to confiscate his supply of alcohol if they discovered it, the bandits would certainly steal it and -- with no other use for him or his fellows -- kill them and be on their way.

The slave cart he was in tipped from side to side as the prisoners within attempted to break out and make a run for it, and the servant responsible for guiding the horse pulling the cart made a valiant effort to calm the hysterical beast down in case it injured itself or others -- earning himself an arrow through the neck for his efforts.

Inside the cage meanwhile, Fiddeus was doing his best to find someone -- *anyone* -- on the outside who had a key to open the damn cage.

"Let us out, damn it! We can help you!"

 

[Limos]

The bandit facing Leon glances thoughfully at his disemboweled comrade before engaging the portly man. His blade licks out with some measure of skill, not the polished speed of a soldier, but the economical sweeps of a man who lives (and dies) by his blade.

The second bandit to enter the specialist carts hurdles his fallen friend and strikes the surprisingly competent scholar in the back of the head with the flat of his blade. He then steals the stricken man's book for good measure.

Back at the slave carts one of the three remaining guards is paralyzed with indecision. He looks first at his slaughtered friends and then at the rocking cart. Back to the corpses, then the cart, then the ring of keys in his hand. Finally coming to a decision he lunges for the lock and slides the key home. At first it seems as though the rasp of the key is abnormally loud, until he realizes the loud metallic rasp is actually the sound of a bandit sword scraping against his spine. The Guard falls and the bandit takes the key and turns it.

Longblade the Bandit King pushes open the cart door and leaps gracefully to the ground. "It's about time you got here. I've been waiting all day." He accepts a sword from his bandit lackey and the two begin to leave. The prisoners get over their shock and begin to stream out of the cart.

 

[Blazing Angel]

Spoiler

Leon isn't portly he's as fit as a samuri

Leon dodged with a jump off the ground and kicked the bandit in the mouth with his heel and took a dagger in his pocket and through it at another bandit.
"All these guys can boast up is quantity!"

 

[SargentToughie]

Erin falls

"that son of a *****!!!"

he immadately charges after the bandit that stole his book and stabbs at his heart

 

[Blazing Angel]

Leon walks over to the fallen bandit and curb-stomped his face into a rock
"Take that! Leon looks around and noticed the bandits leaving.
"What the...?"