Unwanted Envoys: A Fantasy RP

[Peteron]

"Well, at least they didn't rape him! Haha! Wait...this ain't the time to be laughing! Don't worry Emerson! I am by far the most qualified person to keep you alive!"

Thombur made a very unconvincing and awkward smile, and ripped part of his cloak off and wrapped it around the wound. The clueless dwarf attempted to feel his pulse, but of course was doing it completely wrong.

"Hmm...I think he is dead." He exclaimed rather plainly. "Oh, wait. No, hes alive. Just realized my finger wasn't in the right spot. Haha! He is alive after all!"

 

[Code Monkey]

The raven landed on the branch of a tree, and looked around. It had been searching for the group for the better part of an hour, and was getting annoyed. It observed a group of elves sprint down an alley, then snapped to attention when it saw Caledath running after them. It flew to the edge of a building, and scanned the street. It identified Emerson, and squawked with alarm. It landed next to him, and inspected the wound. "Thombur! What in the name of Justicia's court happened?" It asked, looking up at him.

 

[SamuelT]

"Sylvans, that's what happened." Tipo said, intently staring down the streets for any sign of the warriors returning. The crow cocked its head quizzicly.

"Elves. It literally means "Forest People." He grinned deviously. "They take great offense to the word."

 

[Code Monkey]

The raven nodded, and grew into Across. "I'll take it from here." he said. He crouched over to Emerson and placed his hand above the wound. An orange aura appeared around Emerson. Across closed his eyes. The aura was constantly changing colours, and Across had a pained look on his face. "The poison is resisting. It's hard to keep under control." He looked up at Thombur and Tipo. "I can keep him alive, for now. But that's it. We need an antidote."

 

[Peteron]

"So, we don't have the relic. That means they won't give it to us...so we have to take it by force! Emerson will not die with allies such as us to aid him! According the the note, they will be at some shack outside of town. We could ambush them there, or make a compromise. However, I am quite the fan of combat. What is our next course of action, then?"

Thombur grinned proudly, then changed his attention to Emerson. "Somebody better stay here and watch him. If we are not careful, they could come back to finish the poor man off."

 

[Code Monkey]

Across looked up from Emerson. "I have to stay here anyways to keep the aura stable. You go to the shack. They could use both of you." He said. The aura flashed red, and Across gasped. He struggled briefly, and the colour returned to a dull orange. "On the other hand, I'm not exactly in a condition to fight while I keep this up. If one of you wants to stay here, I won't complain."

 

[Nukey]

Meanwhile, as the events of Emerson's stabbing, Adandra had wandered off and decided to explore the area on his own, fed up with having to travel with the little one who called himself Thombur. He never cared any Dwarves in the first place, but this one was just unbearable to travel with, so taking a break seemed like a good precaution to take to prevent himself from lashing out later on.

He wandered about for a few minutes, examining the various market stalls and shops that the town housed, and swiping anything that the merchants took their eyes off of. Luckily, this happened to be alot, as the interior of his armor was packed with stolen furs, perfumes and other kinds of trinkets, all of which could bespawned off elsewhere. Adandra had no problems with stealing, of course, to him it was simply yet another to make a living in this world, which hopefully wouldn't have any repercussions when crossing over to the next.

- - -​

After he had grown bored of jamming wealth into his pockets, he made his way to the tavern that the others were at, only to be greeted by the scene of Emerson slowly bleeding to death with everyone else huddled around his body.

"Y'know, I'm not even surprised that something like this would happen in my absence." Adandra said, rubbing his temples. "Just tell me, what the fuck did you guys do while I was gone?"

 

[Peteron]

"A bunch o' elven freaks came by and stabbed our good friend Emerson in the kidney. Now green stuff is spewing out of his guts, and we gotta get to those freaks for an antidote!" The dwarf examined Adandra's gaze, and it most certainly was not a kind one. He returned the facial expression, being rather stressed by their current situation and Adandra's absence.

Thombur grabbed his battleaxe and examined the sky, soon changing his focus towards the town gate. "We best be moving, I don't know how much time he has. Across is doing a great job at delaying the symptoms, but he cannot prevent them."

Spoiler: Ooc

What choo have against dwarves eh?

 

[SamuelT]

<spoiler=OOC>Could those chasers come on back with one elf? You're keeping the entire RP on hold.

 

[Darkenwrath]

Spoiler

sorry new at this :S

Logan kept running on but the elves were quickly outpacing the both of them. Ah screw this he thought. And reaching for the power snapped his hand out and up. One of the elves looked down hurriedly at its feet as they started running against thin air. Logan grinned and then dragged it towards him spinning it upside down.

"Come with me would you? Caledath I suggest we head back."

Logan turned the elf bobbing along behind him. He made it to the tavern and held it in front of everyone.

"Here you go I assume we nee- by the gods! what happened to rich boy?!" Logan kept the elf hovering in front of them but shook him probably more than was necessary.

"What happened? In fact tell me later, what do we need to do?"

 

[SamuelT]

"Get this one," Tipo mensioned to the elf, casually hitting him when he waved his arm to the floating elf, which sent him spinning in Logan's grasp. "to answer everything we ask. On this Genesis, the poison, the obvious ambush and his mates preferences, for all I care."

He paused.

"Might want to ask him in that order. Anyway, first question him and then armed with knowledge go and get the antidote."

 

[Darkenwrath]

Logan glanced at Tipo. "hey you almost look scary when your this angry."

He then turned to elf. "OK listen up Elf boy, do you feel your arms going numb? That's not because I'm holding you upside down, it's because I'm reducing their blood flow. I could make your blood heat up til it melts your bones, I could melt your eyes, I could squeeze your brain til you don't even remember your mothers name or I could make it feel like every single vein in your body is trying to rip itself out of your skin but let me tell you something, it's nothing, absolutely nothing compared to what I can do when Adandra get's a hold of you. See what I just described was kinda mean, but I'll do it without even thinking twice, but him? Well let me put it this way, if even I don't want to fuck with him you should seriously start considering your options."
Logan grinned nastily

"And you really don't have much. Answer all questions provided to you and you may be able to walk afterwards. That's about the most I can promise in all seriousness. Question One, who is Genesis? And I don't want any stupid answers like 'we are' or some cryptic creepy response like 'the ones who will eat your souls!' I want something nice and detailed. Then you can tell us about this horrible poison and then the inevitable ambush and how your friends plan to murder us," Logan waited expectantly.

 

[Darkenwrath]

Spoiler

apologies I checked the escapist and it claimed my original post had not been posted woops...

 

[GenHellspawn]

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry for not posting recently, been busy with multiple things.

From a far off tavern balcony, Tristan viewed the ongoing drama with little interest. The previous mountain trek had given him an unbearable hunger, and he did not feel like waiting for the group to somehow reach a moment of general coherence before satisfying this need. So what, Emerson got stabbed. There must've been at least 3 healers in the group, and in their typical Elven arrogance the attackers had not bothered to finish him off. He continued to eat, but slowly the realization that the group might depart without him made it go down quickly. He casually walked over to where the group was gathered and, licking his fingers, said, "Not one for subtlety, eh Logan? What's the elf doing here?"

 

[Peteron]

The dwarf began to loose patience with their elven captive, and whacked him with the handle of his axe across the face. "You better start talking pretty boy. Next time I will use the other end!" Thombur's face was one of anger and stress. His dying ally has put a lot on his mind, and he knows they only have so much time before he dies.

 

[Sparrow]

"You have your answers.", the elf laughed, spitting the blood out of his mouth, "Pay my friends a visit and you'll get much more than answers."

The elf pulled out a blade from his thigh-strap, heading toward Tristan.

"The Bible prevails!"

 

[Meta_Trooper]

Before the elf could reach his target an cloaked figure ran through the doorway and straight into his side, knocking him down, before the elf could react the figure drew a sword and plunged it into his neck.

"Sorry for being late, i got... held up" said Rowan pulling back the hood on his cloak, "someone mind explaining what's going on?"

Spoiler: OOC

not too flashy? sorry for being late, been away.

 

[Peteron]

"Thanks for the help there. Emerson was stabbed and is now poisoned by some mysterious elven group. We need to get the antidote from these freaks. Apparently their freak group is called the Genesis."
The dwarf was concerned for Emerson's health. He stroked his beard, thinking of the best possible way to retrieve the antidote that they have no evidence exists. "Should we head over to the meeting spot and ambush them? I don't know about you guys, but I really dont feel like negotiating with these freaks."

 

[Darkenwrath]

"Deal, I say we go in and turn them upside down and shake them til we see what falls out.

 

[Meta_Trooper]

Rowan thought for a moment, staring at the dead elf, he crouched down at took the blade from the pale hand, it seemed to be coated with a poison, probably the same used on Emerson, he put the blade near his nose and smelled it, then tasted a small amount before spitting it on the ground, he knew of many poisons, but this one was knew to him, he thought for a bit longer, staring at the blade before answering.

"if there IS an antidote then an ambush might risk it." said Rowan calmly, not bothering to look away from the blade, "from the attitude of their friend here i'd say they won't surrender so it would only take an unlucky swing to break the container, again that's if they have it, we could try negotiating and persuading them to give us the antidote first... while we're on the subject what did they want?"