RP - Hero Quest

[SargentToughie]

Spoiler: Erin

Erin is'nt a Lich, he has just expanded his mind into the superhuman realm

Erin cackles as the book decintegrates... It had done it's job, he turns around to see the exit. He wanted to kill each and every human that dared to walk this earth... they were all so braindead. And Erin only saw it fit to put them all out of their misery. and Erin knew exactly where to start...

"That caravan, all of those fools that dared to make my life miserable for the last month"

A massive explosion erupts from the crypt, and Erin stepped out. Desperate for the blood of those mindless zelots. And with this new power, he would most certainly obtain it. Unfortunately, a small group of overpowered warriors came charging up. They were the heroes...

"Fine then... they will go first!"

Erin dived forward, the leader of the group drew his blade and struck at Erin, Erin blocked it by having a small barrier push against the blade he then circles around the leader, eyeing the group of 5 before his eyes fall apon the suprisingly attractive yet purehearted Maiden that was the groups healer. Erin dived at her, his arm becomes engulfed in fire as he impales her torso in one bloody slash.

This made the leader go beserk

he dove forward, striking at Erin again, but Erin was'nt quite ready to kill him yet... He looked around the group again, hovering in the air... the scruffy looking kid with the glasses would be next. Erin summoned a bow, it's crimson handle came up to be just as tall as Erin. He pulled back on the silver string and a blood red arrow that glowed as though made of raw energy appeared. He let go of the arrow, and the dark arrow pierced the wizard's chest.

The other Heroes fell in turn. After the healer and the wizard, Erin killed the Flirt with the rapier, and then the twelve year old roadie... and finally The Leader, a physical tank. He struck at Erin with an attack that almost hit Erin, but he was too fast. Erin spun around, seeing that the hero's longsword had become glowing, and that his internal power had awakened...

The following battle was a furious and epic showdown that could'nt possably be put down in words, Both were overpowered monsters, the hero for good, Erin for what he would have once considered evil. But eventually, the battle was over. And Erin stood over the corpse of the hero... he had wan. Erin's glee was hardly contained, he had removed the biggest obsticle in his path, he had killed the five most powerfull beings in the world.

But Erin was'nt done yet...

he converged on the caravan, right off the bat he could see that the people in it, the refugees, slaves, and anybody else unfortunate enough to be in that group... in one swift moment he clapped his hands, and the entire caravan suddenly erupted into a roaring inferno, killing each and every person in the group.

Erin stood in the center of the roaring fire, he openly cackled as he saw that not a single person was still alive in the immidate area. He turned his head as a new thought enters his mind

"There were likely a few people bold enough to explore the town like me... It'll be a pain to hunt them down"

Erin grinns, he would deal with those few weaklings soon enough

"So I'll let them come tome!"

he opened his mental voice, any human that was still alive in the city would hear this message

"Hear me, any survivors, my name is Erin Dormav... and I have just killed your heroes, and everybody that was still in the caravan... If you want to make me pay, I'll be waiting in my hidden sanctuary. If you can find it... than I'll give you a swift and painless death!"

he lowers his head, in thought... now all he needed were servants and a hidden sanctuary

 

[Limos]

@Elianus

Empowerment Workshop

Inside this small nondescript building is a marvel of Elderling engineering. A device similar to a large mechanical spider is connected by cables to a pedestal. Beneath the spider there is a scorch mark and a small crater melted into the floor.

Stacked to one side of the room are rough blocks of skill stone, about the size of grapefruit. On the wall is another book composed of metal plates. The cover says quite simply.

Skill Stone Manufacturing

Spoiler: Lich

Technically the old one is still walking around as well. And Erin isn't a Lich. He has the knowledge to become a Lich but has not yet used this knowledge.

The Lich Erin killed will be reforming in a few hours so that he can rise up to take his terrible revenge. Killing it was a grave miscaluclation. It sent the Lich's spirit back to it's Phylactery where it will form a new skeletal body. (That is the point of becoming a Lich after all)

 

[Rabid Toilet]

Spoiler

I'm confused, did we hear Erin's big challenge, and if so, should we be focusing on that?

 

[Limos]

Spoiler: Well...

Well... as of now he just told you that he is going to be at his hidden sanctuary. Since you don't know where that is I would think you would either be running for your lives, or continuing to explore the city.

In your case that means Activating one of the Constructs. Because I went to all the trouble of introducing them.

 

[Arca]

"Lyitanom begins to steadily stroll through the abandoned town continiously dropping labels as his slow and steady path moves him. "Lyitanom Occasional stops to admire the stone work, the proceeds to cover it with labels and glue."

" Hmmmm, I wonder ! WHooops Missed A Bit ! Hmmm Ahh Yes, Wonder who owned this city"

Lyitanom Pausing for a second looks up and down the main streets of the city for any signs of life

[spolier] So. . .Anyone or is further investigation needed [/spolier]

 

[Blayze]

About to open the door to the Manager's office, Fiddeus pauses as a feeling of nausea overcomes him -- which he attributes to an after-effect of the alcohol. A voice fills his mind, seemingly blocking out all of his senses.

"Hear me, any survivors, my name is Erin Dormav... and I have just killed your heroes, and everybody that was still in the caravan... If you want to make me pay, I'll be waiting in my hidden sanctuary. If you can find it... than I'll give you a swift and painless death!"

Unfortunately, all Fiddeus hears is static and white noise. He shrugs, takes a sip of Scorch/Surge and opens the door to the Manager's office.

 

[SargentToughie]

Erin sighed as he hacked into the granite with his mind. He had gone through the trouble of finding a spot for his sanctuary, which he was now quite proud of, and had been carving out a hollow enterance for the last two whole minutes! two minutes which would have been spent doing more productive things. this blasted hidden sanctuary of his had taken away two minutes of his life that Erin would never be able to reclaim. he blazed into the rock, causing it to crumble before his fury. He nodded proudly as the puny rock walling had submitted to his will and had given him his very own hidden sanctuary.

"now to furnish it..."

That would not be a problem, as Erin had found a few trolls nearby that would gladly make it a nice and relaxing place for Erin to meditate in while waiting for those fools to show up... To march into their own slaughter. Erin could'nt help but grin and let out a sinister cackle. He turned to leave his sanctuary while the two trolls set about to make it look pretty. He had one last thing he had to do before he could consider his day over.

Erin needed minions

Spoiler: Limos

It's your city, so I didd'nt reveal where the sanctuary is, that's for you to decide

 

[Blazing Angel]

Spoiler: Limos

Just send something my way. I'm just cruising right now

Leon sat down on a rock and checked his wounds
"I need a doctor"

 

[Crowghast]

Spoiler: I've joined then.

My thanks to Limos, i've been ever so bored.

[i\] Last in the caravan is the slave carts, great wooden wagons 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... [/i]

And behind them a rather unruly horse carrying a miserable man, completely out of his element. He had followed the caravan for the better part of a week, constantly losing track of them, grieveing under the dirt, heat, and baseborn locals. For what reason? To keep his good name? An untarnished reputation? Well it was all he had.
He was a celebrity, not an errand boy. He shocked Lords and Ladies with drama, ripped out unromantic's hearts with tragedy, the hardest veterans slapped their knees at his jokes, he had made the most dull things bright. It never bothered Markon that none of it was [i\]really [/i] his material.

He found it irresistible, becoming anyone he wanted, he could even [i\] think[/i] like them at times. Like reciting a script. The ability became an... acquired taste, he wouldn't stand to become just [i\]anyone [/i]. He began to mock the great, impersonate the rich and famous. The commoners loved him, he was a radical, against authority, willing to make the most feared, genocidal General into a slapstick clown.
Eventually he ended up joining that lofty rank of fame, while simultaneously living several other lives. He became the thing the people hated, and the thing the people loved. The strain became too much, he finally revealed himself. That propelled him into stardom.

They gave him his name, [i\]"The All-in-one and One-in-all!"[/i] for he not only had the appearance of everyone, he was in their hearts too. It was a short-lived status though, the Lords and Ladies I mentioned found need of his skills, to be an "information gatherer". This led to scandal, which led to repossesion, imprisonment... and an offer.
Follow this "caravan" to Thurmstrang, and he will grant Markon clemency.

And now he was here, Thurmstrang... the most vapid and needlessly gaudy city he had ever seen. Either the original owners had laws stating how much wealth they were to flaunt at any given day or they had sticks up their asses. What did [i\]anyone[/i] see in this place? It was just another ghost-town ruin created by an unknown bunch of pricks with oberblown architectural tastes... probably the reason they left it.

He hated the weather, that caravan, this horse and now this blasted city. But now was the time for acting! The lights were lit, the stage set, and all he needed was his... make-up. His skin crawled back on itself, his bones morphing to the new shapes, height and weight adjusted. Markon shook his new hair, blinked his new eyes. By all appearances, a simple human. Reaching into a pack by the mongrel mare, he produced a simple human clothing. He forgot his gloom, dejection, his stress, and the poor conditions.

He forgot the damned horse. His [i\]character[/i] didn't fuss over the heat. Markon would find... what ever it was he was supposed to find... however he had to. He walked towards the caravan, a sly smirk on his face, hands in his pockets with a slouched gait, eyes lazy as he glanced at a guard. His voice was passive and very quiet, but he still smiled, he wanted the man to think he was up to something.

[i\]"Good day soldier! Got a little side-tracked from the rest of the group, was wondering where the rest of the men went?" [/i]

So... the All-in-one and One-in-all is here...

Spoiler: Well...

I guess some of that belonged in the biography, but I just HAD to get it out here. Bear with me.
Oh, and Limos, the guard is assuming my character is a simple merchant, so just point him to the most mercantile minded... place.

Eight yen to the one who can guess the origin of the name "Markon Harkonnen".

 

[Limos]

@Fiddeus

Brewery: Office

Inside the manager's office Fiddeus finds a very strange sight, even in comparison to mutlidimensional booze. Inside the office there is a Man, made of skill stone, who appears to be doing paperwork.

Behind the strange creature there are stacks and stacks of paper in various stages of decay. Towards the left side of the room the paper has molded away to vague greenish yellow heaps. Closer to the creature they appear as though they might actually be legible.

The creature looks up as Fiddeus enters but immediately resumes it's paperwork.

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@Lyitanom

Library

Following Lyitanom's trail of randomm lables eventually leads him to a small nondescript building near the city wall. A sign on next to the door shows that this was once a bookseller or Library. The building itself is as decayed as most in the city and appears to have been shielded from erosion by the larger city wall.

Spoiler: I had an Idea

I decided that to give you one of my favorite magic items, one that fits with your general theme.

The Magic Marker - Allows the user to change the basic nature of an object by mislabling it. (Combat changes to Wombat, Cat changes to Hat, beast to feast, etc...)

Explore the library for a bit and pick it up.

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@Leon

Southeastern Quarter

One might say, be careful what you wish for, or ask and you will receive, or some other bit of overused phrasing. For at the moment that Leon decided he was in need of medical attention someone with the capabilities to do just that happened by.

In this case it was the head, arms, and half a torso of a Lich. The end of the half finished spinal column appears to be coming out of a pendant. The Lich is walking on it's hands down the street when it notices the stricken Blacksmith.

"Oui drana! Yna oui eh dnuipma?" The Lich asks quizzically. "Eh aqlryhka vun ouin canjelac E femm raym ouin fuihtc." The Lich appears to be offering to help. It waits for some response from Leon.

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@Markon

Spoiler: First of all...

I really have to ask. Why do people keep trying to go to the butcher or the market or something? This city has been abandoned for hundreds of years and is only filled with danger and doooooooom!

The exhausted Guard looks up from where is was only half paying attention to his guard duty. He snorts, "You're a little late buddy." He waves at the destruction of the campsite. "The caravan's gone, the Heroe's are dead, and some crazy guy killed nearly everyone." This particular guard is only alive because his patrol was out of the campsite when Erin attacked.

"Right now there's maybe forty people left. Nobody's in any position to buy anything." He looks away resolutely and goes back to pointedly ignoring everything around him. he clearly won't welcome further conversation.

 

[Arca]

Lyitanom slowly pushes the large heavy doors open with a large creeking noise, breathing in the musty air of the building *Cough* " Oh my. . . * Stepping through the doors slowly trading across the tiled floors of what could only appear to be a library of some description, their is a large desk against on of the walls, pacing over to it a small glimmer of light on the desk. *hmmm how strange* Lyitanom carefully picks up the small item *hmmm it's a pen never know when your going to need a pen eh*
Lyitanom suddenly glances around the room to make sure that no one had followed him into the room. then noticing that the floor was very clean. .. and label free, Slowly stooping to his kness, Lyitanom begins to write Floor. . . .

Spoiler

WHAT DOES IT BECOME ! ! !

 

[Blayze]

Fiddeus hadn't expected to find people -- of any sort -- here. He blinks several times, glancing at the flask in his hand as if accusing its contents, before attempting to strike up a conversation with the creature.

"Er... hello?"

 

[Blazing Angel]

Leon let a small chuckle
"If you have any medical experience that would be great....."

 

[Limos]

Spoiler: Damnit all

I made a whole long post for each of you, but it didn't go through and now I have to rewrite the whole damn thing.

@Lyitanom

Library: Basement

As he begins to label the pen gives a slight twitch and crosses out the first two letters and adds a new one. Now where the label should have read "floor" it now reads "door". The tiled door upon which Lyitanom was kneeling opens with a snap and dumps him into the basement. Looking around he is faced with a blank room with only one exit, a hallway which can be seen to lead to the stairs back up.

In the opening of the hallway however, there is an odd profusion of objects suspended in midair. This includes an Elderling skeleton, an old rusty sword, a stone statue of a cat, and the skull of a wolf. They are motionless, but the space all around them has an odd tinge, as though seen through a thick goop that has conformed to the hallway.

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@Fiddeus

Brewery: Office

The creature looks up at Fiddeus again as he speaks, but simply hands him a sheet of yellowed parchment and a very dry pen. "Bmayca vemm uid drec vuns. Dryhg oui vun jecedehk dra Vuysehk Vmik Pnafano E'mm pa nekrd fedr oui." The creature says. It has an odd tone to it's voice, like two large rocks grinding together. "Yc cuuh yc E vehecr draca dyq vunsc."

The paper you were handed is incomprehensible and appears to be the handiwork of some dark and terrible Lawful Evil god of Paperwork. Also the pen is useless. As the creature is scratching at his own paperwork with an equally ineffective pen it's unlikely he will notice.

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@Leon

Street

The Lich takes his chuckle as an affirmation and rubs his bony hands together. He grasps Leon's wound, eliciting a choked gasp of pain. "Lina Mekrd Fuihtc" There is a flash of white line in between the Lich's fingers and Leon feels a warmth as the wound closes up and heals until nothing is left but a small scar.

The Lich shakes it's hands, which appear to have been singed by the energy with a pained manner. "E ryja raymat oui. Huf yc fa yknaat, oui femm canja sa!" The Lich says and points and Leon. "Lynno sa vnus drec bmyla!" He mimes picking something up and placing it on his shoulders and then waits expectenly.

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Spoiler: If you're curious

If you're curious as to what the NPC's are saying then try running their dialogue through an Al Bhed translators. You still have to RP as if you don't understand them, but if you really want to know what goings on now you can.

 

[SargentToughie]

Spoiler: Nerd moment

Al Bhed? You actally found all the nodes in the game and are able to translate them into this posting within a reasonable amount of time?

You've just earned about 50 cool points with me... I suck at Al Bhed

 

[Blayze]

Spoiler

Or he could just be using the English to Al Bhed function of a translator such as this one:

http://albhed.netfirms.com/

Any normal man's head would have spun at the sight of such a... thorough piece of paperwork. Fiddeus was not a normal man by any stretch of the imagination, and as such had no chance of ever understanding it -- even *if* he knew the language. Despite not being able to understand a thing on the sheet, Fiddeus could imagine the *intention* was something along the lines of "selling your soul" -- and decided not to bother even attempting to fill it in, just in case it was enchanted to prevent fraud.

The experience with the Scorch had taught him a valuable lesson about magic -- if there's even the slightest chance it's magical, it's dangerous. Setting the pen and paperwork down on the nearest available flat surface, Fiddeus decides to leave. The... creature obviously wasn't going to get to him any time soon with a pen like that, he couldn't understand a word it was saying, there was precious alcohol to drink and he had one mother of a headache.

At least the static and white noise had faded, and he could think clearly -- well, as clearly as he ever could -- once again. Walking out with the flask he came in with, Fiddeus made a start on removing the flasks -- now full of Scorch -- from the brewery. He had his prize, and potentially the means for a petty revenge on some of the Guards and Heroes.

All he had to do was remember how to get back to the camp.

 

[Arca]

Lyitanom lying stunned for a few moments, steadily glancing around the room and then up to where he had apparently fallen from. * Hmmm. .* Lifting the pen to his nose and taking a deep breath.
Pausing for a few seconds, then slowly crouching to pick up the sword that was lying at sit now rather dusty feet.
*Oh Wow I've always wanted a * his words slowly trail off* glances up then at the sword again * Oh And A Doggy Skull, How Lovely* Lyitanom begins to tread around the room taking great care to inspect the cat figure and then writes Fake Cat on it's forehead.
Lyitanom then wonders with a small skip over to the skeletons and looks at the quisically for a few seconds then strolls confidently to the door, sword in hand and pen in the other *pausing at the door handle with a slight smirk rolling across his face * Hmmm Well My Pen can make holes in stone tiles, I wonder what it does compared to sword, and even bigger grin crosses his face,* Standing up straight holding both items up high he decrees * the pen IS mightier than the sword hehe*

 

[Crowghast]

Markon smirked, his eye twitched frantically as he fought to keep his composure. It came to him that these dullards were so inept that they had not only been slain but failed to discover a way to PREVENT it in the first place. What? No safeguards? How can EVERYONE be dead!? The Heroes especially, his mission was ruined, worse, his LIFE was ruined. In complete shambles... unless he could find someone else with what he seeks.

He smiled again, flattened his jacket against his chest and strode towards the guard. He stopped behind him, stooped to meet his height and tapped his shoulder.

[i\] "Look, buddy? I've got a job to do, you wanna die? Go on into the city. I won't st-" [/i]

Markon wiped the blood off his fist, the guard had a suprisingly soft head, even after he'd increased the muscles in his arm, it only took a hit to the temple.
The blood pooled around his neck and down his hauberk. And so Markon left the caravan bouncer there, just looking like he was asleep.

He walked up to the survivors, and soothingly spoke:

[i\] Hello! Nice to see at least some are still here! I have a question, who did this? I'd like very much to meet him, he may have something I... seek. [/i]

Mission isn't over for now, only delayed... big time. Markon only had to improvise.

 

[Limos]

Spoiler: Al Bhed

I did actually find all the nodes in game, but I didn't use the game to translate it, I just googled searched Al Bhed translator. It's a convenient language to use for RP's that doesn't need different grammer, and unless anyone is looking for it most people don't realize what it is right away.

@Lyitanom

Library: Basement

Unfortunately for Lyitanom, that odd colored tinge that filled the hallway was the transparent body of a Gelatinous cube. In attempting to walk down the hallway he had blundered directly into it's sticky embrace.

The creature happily accepted the hapless meal and began dissolving the gnomes clothing. Within a few minutes he would nothing but another skeleton to spit out and leave in the basement.

Spoiler: Gelatinous Cube

The way I described it was that all the items were inside the cube and trying to reach for any of them would get you engulfed. This looks like a job for the Magic Marker.

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@Fiddeus & Markon

Camp

The camp is destroyed, the wreckage of the carts is still smoldering from the attack. A single dejected patrol and a handful of servants and nobles wander about the camp and pick at the destroyed carts in hopes of finding any salvageable materials.

There is a traveling merchant here who hadn't been with the caravan on the way in. He has just entered the cammp and is introducing himself to the survivors.

Fiddeus has arrived from exploring in the city, he has several magical flasks about his person and appears to be mildly intoxicated.

 

[Crowghast]

Markon looked at them, mouth in a smirk of goodwill. None of them seemed interested in talking, the whole depressing lot of them.

[i\] "Piss off!"[/i] Called out the nearest prisoner, a chain on his leg as he shoveled debris into a cart.

[i\] My! You're a colorful fellow! Care to give me any directions to the one who caused this awful mess?[/i]
Markon would much rather rip out the prisoner's innards than ask him for directions.

[i\] I said piss off![/i] The man tossed a shovel-full of burnt wood and dirt, Markon side-stepped it, grabbing a piece of the trash, he tossed it at the prisoner's head. He collapsed, blood welling on the wound, now rather groggy and possibly more interested in talking. Markon stooped over him, offering a hand.

[i\] Oh, I can be so horrendoues at times, can't I? [/i] He took the man's hand and pulled him face-to-face.

[i\] So[b\] listen up[/b] you nauseous little reprobate! Who did this? And where can I find him?[/i]

The bleeding crook felt more disturbed by the fact Markon had remained rather unchanged, he still smirked, he still had those jaunty, half-closed eyes that bore straight into the man's head, sorting through his thoughts, but in such a manner that it fealt as though he was politely putting them back in order...