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Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

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Re: Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

Postby Kaisyn » Tue Jun 29, 2010 1:42 pm

Character Sheet
Name: Bael Saudia Karill
Race: Daemon (Half Daemon)
Age: 19
Description: Bael
Origin: Sithuluu

Weapons & Items: Twin Sai (which he keeps concealed underneath his cloak)

Heritage traits: Half Daemon: Although he is small in build, Bael's Deamon blood grant him superior strength, speed and agility on the battlefield. Royal Blood: With the royal blood of the Godking running through his veins, Bael's few magical abilities are unmatched by any other.

Magic Abilities: Telekinesis: Bael has the ability to move things at will with his mind. Shift: Bael has mastered the art of 'shifting' a skill known only to the eldest of Daemons. Shifting allows Bael to teleport himself or a small group of people to another location no matter how great the distance providing on one of two things; he can see the location or that he has been to the location before.

Extra: Little is known about Bael’s past, there are rumors about how he was born from the blood of a Shadow Daemon and an unfortunate traveler, others say that he simply arose out of the ground as a the right hand of death; what little is known strikes fear into his enemies. Blood Hound he is called, silent as a Death hound and almost twice as deadly.
Preferring the shadows to lurk, Bael hunts his prey, stalking them for days within the shadows to gather information about their routine. Deadly as he is after days of watching, analyzing; Bael is also extremely proficient at the quick assassinations, although like a true tracker he savers the opportunity to prolong his preys hunt.
Only one other person knows of his true identity and that of his heritage. What they will do with this knowledge could suddenly shift Bael’s life into a different direction.

IC

Bael touched the pool of dark crimson liquid that had been dropped onto the cobbled road of one of Silverstars numerous back alleys. Crouching low he brought his fingers up to his mouth and tasted the liquid; instantly spitting it back out onto the ground. ‘Human blood’ he said to himself. ‘Clearly the wound that I inflicted wasn’t enough to slow my prey’, one of Bael’s contracts had brought him to Silverstar, a place that he seldom wished to venture. The wound that he had inflicted to his prey hadn’t slowed him down, but it definitely was fatal.

Continuing his hunt Bael followed the trail of blood deeper into the alleyway, watching as it progressively become larger and larger until finally he had found his target. Laying face first on the ground his breath was slow and shallow, he was close to death and if Bael didn’t act now then he wouldn’t be able to claim the kill. Bending down low next to his prey, placing his hands on either side of his head and with a silent prayer to the Sithuuluan god of hunting Bael broke his prey’s neck.

Slowly placing the now dead mans head gently back on the ground, Bael began to rummage through the mans belongings, searching for the precious object that was worth so much to someone else that it ultimately ended his life.
As his contract was fulfilled and his prey lay lifeless on the ground, there was one other thing that Bael had to take care of. As skilled as he was at getting around without notice, he knew that he could not enter his domain without him noticing.
Closing his eyes, he drew a picture from the recesses of his mind. He could feel his body begin to grow lighter and contort until suddenly he was aware that the air around him had changed and so had his surroundings.

Smiling at himself he looked around the Aethlings chambers; it had not changed since the last time he had been there. One thing though, did stand out from the rest of the unchanged room, a young woman sat at the foot of the four-poster bed. Locked in a stare, both unwilling to speak a word they both made no effort to greet the other. It was only when Bael felt a familiar presence that he break eye contact with the strange woman.

‘Praise be to Aethling Karam Saudia Karill’ Bael said in greeting…
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Re: Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

Postby Aurock » Thu Jul 01, 2010 12:05 pm

Karam ran his hand through his hair, not too sure he was pleased with the visitor in his chambers. He was familiar, and yet different to him, He was welcome and unwelcome too. "Hello brother, i can rest assured Father did not send you hear at least" Karam said flatly and then went to the other side of his room to put his magical spear and shield in their mantles against the wall. Although the man before him was dangerous, if they were going to fight, one of them would be dead by now, the minute he opened the door, it would have begun.

The man before him was the fourth child of the Godking of Sithuluu, a forsaken child, born from a woman not the Queen, not Karam's Mother. He was only half blood and also opposed his own Father, and although he was not here to add more weight from his Father, he indeed could add weight of his own. "Your not here to try and stop me from conquering again are you?, its been almost 6 years since i saw you last" The Aethling said and sat down in his favorite chair by the fireplace, Grace immediately approaching him to massage his shoulders and help relieve some of the tension that came with running a kingdom.

Karam stared into the flames, he felt more at ease having someone familiar with him that he was not in command of. It felt as if just by this mere presence he was more likely to quell the chaos across his new country side, it gave his lean body a refreshing energy, that only his home back across the 3 oceans could do. "What have you been up to since then, still trying to find your mother?, i tell you she is most likely as dead as my own, And what of your skills? have not dulled i hope.... In fact i might have a job for you depending on what your reasons for coming here are" He stated, picking up 3 glasses and a rich fire brandy liquor from his home land. He poured the strong liquid into all 3, two containing more than the other, just a sip for young Grace.

"So brother?" He said his eyes full of query...
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Re: Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

Postby TeslaCoil » Fri Jul 02, 2010 7:42 am

Name: Giovanni Altomare
Race: Human
Age: 28
Description: Giovanni is a 5'10" tall man with shoulder length blonde hair, light blue eyes, and a well-honed body. He typically wears a dark blue doublet that is puffy at the sleeves and lightly embroiled, a pair of matching pants, a pair of dark brown leather boots and gloves. Accessories include a slighty worn out black leather mantle and a scarlet brimless cap. Giovanni has little in ways of jewelry, except a pendant which contains the coat-of-arms of the Altomare household, and instead choose to wear a dull metal cuirass and a leather bandolier over his clothing.
Origin: Kingdom of Vinci (Mid-Cyu)
Weapons and Items: Giovanni, being true to his Vinci heritage, uses quite a bit of his and his people's innovations in battle. His primary weapon is a musket bearing features and modifcations that he had personally implemented. Foremost of which was a breech-loading mechanism involving a flip-up breech plate over a slot cut in a specific spot where the semi-separate tapered chamber and rest of the barrel met, allowing far superior reloading rates than typical muzzleloading weapons. Though the musket itself had iron sights, Giovanni customized his musket with rails that allowed him to use a magnifying glass sight (works similarly to modern red dot sights) or a sniper scope, both being his inventions. Last but not least was a flintlock mechanism, also invented by Giovanni. Being simple to make and surprisingly reliable, it was soon implemented to all firearms used by the Vinci Resistance. The musket itself was a testament to Vinci ingenuity, its barrel made of mythril alloy to allow it to fire with a greater powder charge, thus increasing power and accuracy. It was also able to accept a knife bayonet, turning it into an imprompto glaive against foes.

When his musket fails, Giovanni has his repeating pistol crossbow to fall back on. It has an internal magazine holding three bolts in addition to the one readied to fire. The crossbow features a set of flip-up iron sights. The crossbow was capable of folding, making it easier to conceal. This, combined with its relatively low noise, makes it an ideal stealth weapon. Giovanni also carried with him a leather pouch containing hand grenades (the fuse must be manually lit like a stick of TNT), another innovation of the Vinci. For melee, Giovanni carries with him a flanged mace, while his bayonet, when detached from his musket, can easily be used as a dagger. Other than weapons, Giovanni carried with him a water canteen, powder flask, a small telescope, and all the tools he needed to make new ammo.

Abilities: Like all Vincians, Giovanni avoids magic in favor of science and technology. As a Captain of the Vincian Guard, Giovanni had both combat and leadership experiences from combat against the God-King's forces. As one of the most brilliant inventors of Vinci, Giovanni has proven himself resourceful. Where most of Vinci's greatest minds aim for big and ambitious, Giovanni is not afraid to take the opposite route of solving complex problems with simple solutions to inventing something new. Although a very capable fighter, Giovanni's ultimate strength lies in research and development of new things, be they weapons of war or tools for everyday use.

Extra: Giovanni was born and raised in the Kingdom of Vinci, where the greatest scientific minds from both humans and dwarves come together to contribute to the advancement of science and technology for the greater good of all Mid-Cyu. As a result, the Kingdom of Vinci is the most technologically advanced kingdom in all of human lands (being at the level of the Renaissance). Giovanni worked with his father, the great Raphael Altomare, from young, and witnessed as his father's innovations slowly spreading to most of the Mid-Cyu. As he grew older, Giovanni became intrigued with the science of gunpowder, and at the age of 14, he managed to create a compound of gunpowder that was more powerful than what was previously used, and was lauded as a boy-genius throughout all of Vinci. But many of the Vinci's greatest minds were not exactly impressed with Giovanni's simplexity approach to solving problems in favor of thinking big and ambitious. They all dismissed Giovanni's ideas as nothing more than "simple tinkerings and a waste of time". Indeed, it took a long time for the Vinci Guard's musketeer corps to adopt Giovanni's improved gunpowder and simplified wheellock mechanism as a result.

But the King of Vinci begged to differ, and invited the 20 year old Giovanni and his father to his court to demonstrate some of their new ideas and innovations. His father demonstrated a new and more compact steam engine, which could lead to steam-powered vehicles both for peace and warfare. Giovanni himself showed off a further improved and simplified wheellock, in addition to a new and improved gunpowder that, after being treated with a new chemical solution, rendered them more resistant to dampness (though not entirely waterproof). Impressed with Giovanni's innovations, the King of Vinci made Giovanni a nobleman and an honorary rank of Captain in the Vincian Guard. Although at first the men did not take him seriously as a combatant, Giovanni soon proved himself in helping Silverstar Kingdom put down several rebellions. Now that he fought alongside the troops, Giovanni found himself having a greater pool of input for improvement in musket technology. From that point on, Vinci's firearms technology flourished, and an impressed Vinci King made his rank of Captain official.

Just in time too, because at the age of 24, Giovanni and the rest of the Vincian Guard found themselves fighting for the survival of their beloved kingdom from the onslaught of the evil God King of Sithuluu. Despite stubborn defenses and technological edge, Vinci could no longer be held. The King decided to sacrifice himself to destroy as many of Vinci's inventions as possible rather than letting them fall into enemy hands, while Giovanni and the others took away plans, drawings, documents, and pieces of technology that they could take with them and went for the wildnerness.

Eventually, the survivors of Vinci found themselves a network of caves in the mountains. From there, the Vinci remnant would work hard to make a home for themselves in and around the mountains. Mines and new labs were build within the caves, while glacial mountain water were directed into the new settlements to ensure their survival. Giovanni's uncle, Leonardo di Piazzi, was made the Doge of the New Vinci. With a new home and leader, the remnants of Vinci waged a guerilla war against Sithuluu's forces, with Giovanni at the head of the Vinci Resistance. But it was an uphill battle, both Giovanni and the Doge knew it. Their only hope now laid in finding the missing Princess of Silverstar, rumored to be still alive after the fall of Silverstar. With that in mind, Giovanni and a handful of his men were sent by the Doge to find the Princess and let her know that Vinci is ready to aid her as ever.

IC:

Giovanni Altomare walked among the lands with a handpicked few of his men in the Vinci Resistance, most of the formerly of the Vincian Guard. A gruffy looking dwarf with graying blonde beard covering his face was Mario di Lorenci, a hardened dwarven veteran of the Vincian Guard. He was known for his sense of humor, gruff social behavior that horrified most noblemen, a tremendous capacity for alcohol, and his big blunderbuss now featuring some of Giovanni's modifications. Another man walking with the Captain was Luigi Florenzo, a taller bald man with a single eye patch. He prefered his repeating crossbow, believing it to be more reliable and silent than the musket. He typically prefered to use poison-tipped bolts to a sure kill. Luigi was said to be the opposite of Mario, he was a dry man with near no sense of humor, sometimes bordering on being a silent type. After watching his family being burned alive when his home was struck with a flaming catapult rock, one could hardly blame Luigi.

Behind the other men was Ezio Lorenzo. Being not a member of the Vincian Guard's musketeer corps, Ezio favored the good old-fashioned sword and buckler over firearms, though he still carried a pistol repeating crossbow for situations that needed it, and a pouch full of smoke bombs that allowed his comrades to make a quick escape. His cock-sure attitude was much to the chagrin of the rest of the group. Antonio Auditore, another veteran of the Vincian Guard, was a dark skinned man with an affinity for explosives. Giovanni had him assigned as a grenadier, a position he served well by throwing grenades at foes. He was also given sticks of explosives to destroy various vital targets, in addition to falchion and a wheellock pistol for self-defense. A scar on his face came from, ironically, a sharpnel wound from a mission from which he almost never came back. Antonio was also mute, as his tongue was cut out as part of his torture as a prisoner of Sithuluu's forces, but he made due with sign language, which Giovanni soon picked up.

Standing tall and hulking amongst the others was Benvolio di Firenzo. He was unique in that he was a mere peasant and blacksmith, with little to no military background, but he sure as hell can wield a battleaxe better than anyone. He quickly earned the nicknamed "Juggernaut" for both his resilience and melee prowess (his many scars proved his worth as a melee fighter, at least so he believed). Like Mario, he was not one for manners, which was why this hulk and the dwarf could get a long so well (indeed, many are the times Mario and Benvolio got into drinking contests). But like all Vincians, Benvolio was capable of some innovation, including hollowing the head of the axe and fill it with quicksilver to improve control and swing strength. He was also given a dragon (a pistol version of the blunderbuss, equivalent to a modern day sawed-off shotgun), to keep him in unision with the rest of the band when Giovanni ordered to use ranged weapons.

"How much longer now, Captain?" Mario asked, still hefting his blunderbuss as he walked alongside his Captain. "I haven't have a tankard of beer for days since we left that last village!" He added, to which Luigi only sighed and shook his head in annoyance, to say the least.

"Mario, will you relax? There will be beer in the next village, but right now our priority is to find the Silverstar Princess. She's our only hope if we are ever to overthrow the Sithuluu." Giovanni spoke in response, wiping his brow before taking a drink from his canteen. Though his voice conveyed confidence, Giovanni was not as sure deep inside that he would find the Princess. After all, the Princess was only rumored to be alive. For all he knew, the Doge, his uncle, could have been sending him off on a wild goose chase. All Giovanni and his men had to work with was an artist's drawing of the Princess, and many said that it did not even look like her at all. Already, frustration was mounting among his band. Mario was already complained several times over the past few weeks about the journey. Luigi began to question Giovanni's choice to press on with his mission, as did Antonio. Benvolio too, was beginning to not be happy about being out here "trying to find a dead girl" when they could have been fighting the enemy. Giovanni honestly felt the same way at times. Just what was the Doge thinking sending him out here?

"Come on, now, Captain. We'd been out here for who-knows-how-long and we still haven't see a sign of that Princess yet. Yet you are still insisting on pressing on." Mario spoke, beginning to once again questioning Giovanni's decision to press on with the mission.

"Hey, Mario, relax a bit. You're just mad because you haven't have your beer, that's all. Besides, it's a good thing that we are slogging it out here. At least the enemy won't find out where we have been because someone drank all a village's beer." Ezio chimed in, poking fun at Mario's thurst for alcohol.

"Oh, fottiti!" Mario replied with a curse, which in Vinci meant go fuck yourself. "Like the enemy won't find out about us with that cocky air of yours always running your mouth."

"Men, enough!" Giovanni spoke loudly to stop the bickering amongst his band from escalating. "Men, I know you are all tired, hungry, and maybe a little demoralized. But may I remind you that this Princess is our only hope for survival. We all know that we can't hold on forever on the defensive. Now, let's move. The next village shouldn't be far." Giovanni spoke as he took his telescope and looked ahead. True to the map, the next village was not far. He pointed to the direction of the village to the rest of his men.

"Bene, Milord. Maybe we can at least rest. I swear, my feet are so tired that they are about to walk off to the next village without me." Mario replied as he marched after Giovanni, with the rest of the band following.

Giovanni and his band walked on through the path as they pressed on toward the village. Before entering, however, Giovanni strategically gave it another look with his telescope, and noticed that soldiers of the Godking were out and about. "There's no way we could fight them all, but the numbers out there do tell me one thing." He spoke to no one in particular as he observed the village.

"That something has happened here to stir them up. Perhaps resistance, or if your instinct is right, Milord, that the Princess we seek could be nearby." Luigi finally spoke after remaining quiet for the past couple of days. "I strongly suggest we not enter the village, not from here, and go around instead." He added, then snapped a look at Mario to catch the disappointment in his eyes.

"You'd read my mind, Luigi. Men, let's go." Giovanni spoke as he put away his telescope, and quickly moved on to go around the village, to where it was less well-guarded. It took another while of walking through the wet mud of the terrain, but Giovanni and his band finally reached another side of the village. A brief scan of the village suggested that this part was lightly guarded. "Kill them quietly." Giovanni spoke as he pointed to the two guards guarding the rear of the village.

Luigi nodded, and headed off quietly to position himself where he had a shot with his repeating crossbow. With Vinci efficiency, Luigi targeted the first guard and took his shot, sending a bolt right into his chest. Before the second guard could come out of his shock, Luigi placed a bolt right between his eyes. He then took out a mirror and signaled to Giovanni that the sentries were neutralized, and that it was now clear to enter the village. It took a few minutes before Luigi found the rest of his band regrouping on him.

"Good shooting, Luigi. Let's go." Giovanni said in a hushed tone, and entered the village first, with everyone else following suit. It took a short while of walking through the cobblestone street, but Giovanni and his band finally came across an assortment of figures waiting at a cart. A half-elf, a pitfiend, a harpy, a young man, and a mysterious man with two scythes. Finally, there was a woman that Giovanni seemed to somewhat recognize, but could not pinpoint where he had seen her. Giovanni then took out from his pocket a picture, one that the Doge had given to him for this quest. "Hmmm, they are right, it barely even looks like her." He mumbled to himself. It was now time for him to make a risky move.

"Are you Princess Brienne Sada of Silverstar? I am Lord Giovanni Altomare of the Kingdom of Vinci, Captain of the Vincian Guard. By orders of the Doge of Vinci, Leonardo di Piazzi, my men and I have been tasked to seek such an individual." Giovanni introduced himself to the men to the gathered band, hoping that among them was indeed the Princess he was ordered by the Doge to seek out.

((Since I'm coming in late, I'm a bit confused as to where everyone are, so please PM me so I can edit my post. Also, I'm a bit confused as to whether supporting characters count as secondary characters, so please PM me about it also, and I'll fix it as soon as I can. Thanks.))
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Re: Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

Postby Melzi*Gurl » Sun Jul 04, 2010 1:35 am

It was over in a heartbeat once the spell took effect, but Bri still wasn't sure whether she had spoken the words right. And who was the voice that spoke to her or person she thought she had seen. So many unanswered questions, then another one, "What's happened to you?" Bri wasn't sure how to answer that one, so much was already happening and the confusion was causing her head to ache. It wasn't unexpected that those around her wouldn't trust the humanoid, even while he seemed to be in a good natured state.

Without her noticing though, a carriage rolled up to where she stood before Aurock hastily took a position between her and it. Bri turned to see who was with them, Cara was being treated for wounds by the young man from earlier at the tavern and the harpy was not too far from where Bri and Aurock stood, all seemed well for her. Bri turned back to a man steering the carriage, "Those are the clothes the servants of the Aethling wear inside the castle. I dare say i may offer someone a ride away from danger", the thought spun in her mind whether she could trust someone who seemed to appear from nowhere. Aurock seemed to have been inspecting it before demanding outright that the man take Bri with him. This surprise simply brought Bri to stare at Aurock with a look of determination, you're not getting me into the carriage with a strange man...on my own!

“If the human goes along, then so will I, though I do not require a horse…”, unexpected from the Harpy, but it comforted her that someone would be with her. But ultimately, the decision was hers to make who she chose to accompany her.

"I'm not going..", Bri stubbornly refused. Not amount of persuasion was going to change her mind either. As she declined the offer of the merchant, a voice called to them, "Are you Princess Brienne Sada of Silverstar? I am Lord Giovanni Altomare of the Kingdom of Vinci, Captain of the Vincian Guard. By orders of the Doge of Vinci, Leonardo di Piazzi, my men and I have been tasked to seek such an individual." Bri turned to face the man who addressed her and the others, she recognised his name, he was well known within her kingdom for his excellence in technological development. That much could be made clear by the abundance of weapons he and his men carried.

"I am such a person, pray tell me how the Kingdom of Vinci fairs?"
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Re: Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

Postby TeslaCoil » Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:10 am

Giovanni sighed with relief and elation at the response he was getting, but with that came a slight tinge of disbelief and anxiety. This was the Princess that the Doge had ordered him to seek, the one whom was seen as a last hope for all the lands. Or at least she said she was. Though as a Vincian he was raised to be more open-minded, Giovanni had trouble believing that this girl would be the last hope of all lands of Cyru. He shook the thought out of his head, however, when asked how his kingdom fared in these dark times. Giovanni sighed deeply first, then recomposed himself to answer the Princess. "Your Highness, our home, the Kingdom of Vinci, has fallen. Despite stubborn defense and technological edge, the armies of the Godking was simply too numerous. The best we could do was to give them a pyrrhic victory, with numerous of the Godking's soldiers fallen from our cannons and rockets. My king sacrificed his life to ensure as many of Vinci's greatest technology be kept from falling into the Godking's hands, but he was not as successful as we had thought. Recent reports suggested that the Godking's armies managed to start producing muskets and cannons thanks to a few traitors." Giovanni sighed, keeping his seething anger at bay as he thought of those who had betrayed Vinci.

"Though our home has fallen to enemy hands, the survivors, including myself, have been able to escape into the wilds. Fortunately, we were able to build ourselves a home out of the mountains, converting caves into mines and research labs while making use of the glacial mountain waters to sustain ourselves. Our homeland may have been lost, but as an old Vincian adage goes: the Kingdom of Vinci lies not in a land we own, but rather in our spirit of innovation and scientific wisdom. The Kingdom of Vinci lives on with us, and those back at our new home. The Doge managed to organize the remnants of the Vincian Guard into the Vinci Resistance, with myself as one of its commanders. My men and I have been waging a long gruerilla war against the Godking's armies, with some success. But truthfully speaking, it's been an uphill battle. The Doge had been hearing rumors about you raising a resistance, and so he ordered me to seek you out. And, here I am, with my handpicked men." Giovanni continued explaining the situation of Vinci to the Princess.

Giovanni then looked to everyone present, including the man driving the carriage, then stared at the Princess. "Your Highness, we must leave here now. I have spotted many guards in this town and they are on the move. They are likely to come around here to search for you and everyone with you. If we don't leave now, there is no way we can escape." He spoke urgently. Something told Giovanni that getting her to leave would be more difficult than he had first anticipated. "There is not much time, Your Highness. Your safety determines the fate of all of Cyru's. We must leave now, ALL of us."
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Re: Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

Postby Aurock » Mon Jul 19, 2010 2:05 pm

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Aurock sat by a warm fire, by his lonesome, in the wilds in the middle of no where. His eyes gleamed fiercely in the flames glow, like it was an apparition of the rage inside him, his berserk fighting spirit concentrated into his stare as he gazed upon the new band of men, that had only joined the traveling party, just before the carriage had insisted in helping the princess away from Silverstar Castle. He didn't like them, even if he hadn't spoken to them. They claimed to be warriors, but their weapons made them more like wizards in Aurock's eyes.

Like the Vincians, Aurock also hadn't spoken to anyone in the original party(most of them did piss him off), not even the Princess, He simply obeyed and followed like a dog, as the Princess finally agreed to move. It were not to be for long though, the fork in the road, in the middle of the wilds, made the princess scream at the merchant to stop. One way led towards the ocean where safe passage could have been found to another country or another of the Cyru islands. The other led inland which the Sithuluu'n Aethling had not yet brought to order. News brought word that Inland was dangerous, the Sithuluu'n soldiers were savage, and did as they pleased, hence why the merchant headed for the ocean after leaving them all at the fork of the road.

What was the Princess thinking, that had them all camping a few strides inwards from the fork in the road. He looked over to her briefly, she sat with the original party at another nearby campfire. She didn't seem like she had talked much since the fires were lit. Was the pressure getting to her? The fact that she was the hope for everyones future in Mid Cyru. Did she even want to be-

A twig snapped behind him, even though most likely one of the others were scouting the around the campsite, his muscles flexed, ready to spring to life at any moment, and his face flared like the flames behind him, burning with rage. He stared into the darkness toward the sound, waiting for whatever or whoever to enter the edges of his firelight...
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Re: Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

Postby alatariel1234 » Mon Jul 19, 2010 4:28 pm

Although he had lived a rough life constantly in and out of the saddle for the last few years Jai couldn't help but feel relieved when they finally stopped and decided to make camp for the night in the woods on the side of the road that led inland. He wasn't tired and it wasn't safe but he welcomed the opportunity to finally make sense of all the events that had befallen him since he first stopped to witness the commotion between the pitfiend, the Princess and the soldiers. It was hard to believe that it was only that morning he had been riding out with Hoshi as his only company, which was how it had been for so long and now here he was traveling as part of a mismatched company. Even as he dismounted and set about getting Hoshi unsaddled, watered and put out on a secure picket-line he still couldn't believe what was happening or why. Why had all these people who represented a decent slice of the many races that inhabited Cyru and who normally wouldn't have much to do with each other suddenly come together and travel all this way? Even with on the bits and pieces he had already figured out the situation didn't seem to make alot of sense and he doubted if there would be much explaining once a campfire was lit.

A series of his homemade medicinal herbs and poultices were taken from his saddlebags and passed around the group to treat the various injuries that the others had sustained throughout the afternoon. In most cases it seemed like cuts, bruises and fatigue which his funny green-coloured paste would help to clear up the worst of the first two during the night. As for the fatigue all any of them could do was to eat, drink fluids and get as much rest as they could before they had to continue their journey the next morning. Using as little words as possible he assisted the others in all the tasks of setting up a temporary campsite such as collecting firewood. He would defend any of these people as much as he could but that still didn't mean he trusted them fully. For all his jovial pretence he'd never fully trusted anybody since the day he'd run away and left Grace and all his family to their terrible fate. Sometimes when he was in a black mood he didn't even really trust himself.

When everything seemed settled he filled his iron tea-kettle with a little bit of water from a small creek that ran through the woods a short walk from the road, bringing it back to the main campfire so that he could begin creating a warm tea-like drink that would put warmth into all of their bodies and strength back into their stressed out arms and legs. It wasn't one of the many medicinal drinks that he knew as part of his herb lore training but since it worked none of that seemed to matter. The drink was warm, it was comforting, sometimes it was good for headaches and best of all most of the people he had tried it on in the past had seemed to like the flavour of it. As soon as it was ready he poured most of it into an empty wineskin and offered it first to the Princess, assuring her that it contained nothing that would harm her. The rest of the drink he poured into the old tin mug he carried tied to his saddlebags; adding a little extra honey since it was intended for a patient whose injuries he was unsure of.

Looking around he could see that Aurock had chosen to sit near his own fire a short distance away from the group. Jai wondered for a moment if he was doing the right thing in approaching him but his determination to understand the pitfiend Prince won the battle against his common sense. As he made his way over in the dark without a torch his foot snapped a twig in half and he knew without looking that he had once again succeeded in irritating Aurock although as before his intentions were good.
'I know you don't like or even trust me very much, if at all' he began calmly, his arm extending out the offer of the tin mug filled with the warm drink he had just brewed 'and that's fair enough given the circumstances but I think this will help. It's not poison; just a little water heated over a fire and mixed with some forest herbs, honey and a drop of ale. It's supposed to help give your strength a boost after all the fighting we've seen today and will likely see again tomorrow. You don't have to drink it if you don't want to and I won't stay here talking to you if you would prefer me not to. I can see from your expression that I've gotten in your way enough as it is'.

Perhaps Aurock wouldn't accept the drink, choosing instead to lash out and let it spill into the earth but despite knowing almost nothing about the pitfiend Prince and despite being almost afraid of him Jai could still understand it. He'd probably feel much the same if their situations were reversed. If the drink was spilled the only thing he could do was to leave it and return to the main campfire where there was sure to be an opportunity to familiarize himself with the rest of the group.
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Re: Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

Postby TeslaCoil » Tue Jul 20, 2010 9:36 am

Giovanni was thankful that everyone was able to get out of that village safely when they did. If they had moved any later, and he was certain that he and his men would have to make a stand to slow down the Sithuluu'n soldiers to bide time for the Princess and the others to escape. Though Vincian weapons were technologically superior, they suffered from a serious flaw: they required ammunition to even be of use. For this reason, the Vincian Guardsmen were still trained in melee combat for the worst case scenario. Of course, Giovanni was glad to have Benvolio with the band, he sure did improve their chances of survival in a melee fight.

After some travelling, everyone stopped at a fork in the road while the merchant headed for the safety of the one of the paths which lead to the ocean. Giovanni and his men followed the others to make camp in the woods next to the road leading inland. Benvolio volunteered to havest firewood with his battle axe, while Mario and Antonio helped carry them to their temporary campsite. Luigi went and scouted around for possible Sithuluu'n scouts, of which he found none. Giovanni and Ezio stood guard over everyone else with their weapons, in case of an ambush. Only when he was certain that the danger of ambush was low, Giovanni freed himself to go hunting for dinner for the rest of the party. Finding a nice lean feral hog in the woods, Giovanni took it down with a headshot from his pistol crossbow. He could have killed it with his musket, but the possibility of the noise alerting an unseen enemy was a chance the Vincian did not want to take. The hog was of a good size, that everyone could finish (especially when you have someone of Mario's appetite) in one night, and was small enough for Giovanni to drag back without much difficulty.

Once the campfire was lit, Giovanni and his men rested with the rest of the party, lending a short glance to see the pitfiend (Aurock) sitting at another spot with his own campfire. There was something about him that perplexed the Vincian lord. The pitfiend was undoubtedly loyal to the Princess and would certainly throw away his life to protect her, yet he seemed so recluse and isolated. Sighing, Giovanni turned back to the main campfire and warmed himself, just as another member of the party (Jai) was making some sort of herbal drink. The smell of it alone was enough to make him feel energized. For all the advances in science made by Vincians, there was no substitude for herbal lore.

"This drink must be some powerful stuff, I'm already feeling like I can slay ten dragons just by smelling it!" Mario spoke jovially at the smell of the herbal drink.

"Ten dragons, Mario? I feel like I can kill a hundred." Ezio chimed in, boastful as ever as he plunged his sword into the ground.

"I'd like to see you try, Ezio." Benvolio replied, finally speaking for the first time since meeting the Princess, eating a piece of dried meat from a deer they had hunted earlier in their journey. "But I have no time for your boastful nonsense, I'm going to get that pig Lord Giovanni shot earlier so we can finally eat. Mario, would you be so kind to help me?" He added, then turned to his dwarven friend, before leaving to help set everything up for dinner.

Benvolio and Mario stepped over to where they had kept the pig. It may smell awful now with raw blood after it was gutted and cleaned, but by the time it was ready to eat, it would smell wonderful. The pig was already skewered to a spit made of a sharpened wooden stake, with two y-shaped pieces of wood to serve as its mounts. The spit also had a handle taken from a crank handle of a well that was left abandoned centuries ago, the water long since gone. The two carried the pig over to the main campfire after setting the mounts on either side. "Dinner's coming through!" Mario shouted as he and Benvolio set the skewered pig over the campfire.

Giovanni smirked at Mario and Benvolio brought the pig over to the campfire, it certainly made him hungry. "About time, I was wondering when I'd get to eat the pig I'd shot." He said, then looked on again as Jai was over by Aurock's side, offering a portion of the herbal drink he made. Giovanni briefly watched in anticipation to see whether the pitfiend would take the offered drink, but the smell of the pig being roasted over the campfire caught his attention again. He looked on as Mario turned the spit every now and then to make sure the pig was evenly cooked. "Benvolio, were you carrying the utensils?" Giovanni asked.

"Yes, Milord, it's in my travel pack." Benvolio spoke as he dragged his travel pack to his side. He opened it. "I apologize if we didn't bring enough for everyone, but our standing orders are to travel light." Spoke the large Vincian as he passed as much of the utensils as he could among everyone else. "It should be done in a bit. Nobody cooks a spit roast like Mario can." He added with a grin, to which Mario nodded as he turned the pig again.

"Yes, of course, I'll definitely give Mario that. We Vincians are more than just brains, and have an appreciation for great food like everyone else in all of Cyru. Right, Milord?" Ezio chimed in again.

"Indeed, Ezio. I can kill for a plate of pasta alfredo right about now. My mother made it best." Giovanni replied. If anything could bring a smile to the battle hardened Captain of the Vincian Guard, was the thought of a plate of pasta alfredo. The Vincian dish had been a favorite since his childhood. His mother always made it for him, it was a taste of home that reminded Giovanni of the happier, peaceful times, before the Sithuluu'n invasion. "Good times." The Vincian lord sighed, then wiped away a tear that was shed out of homesickness, and mourning.

The rest of his men noticed it too, but only nodded in understanding. They had all lost something when the Kingdom of Vinci fell to the Godking's armies. Giovanni sighed again, and noticed that the Princess happened to be lacking utensils. He immediately stood up and brought his own utensils to her. "Here, have these, Your Highness. I'm used to eating with my bayonet."

The pig was finally well-cooked, and Giovanni openly invited everyone at the main campfire to dig in. Giovanni's men, being quite hungry, started cutting the pig up and ate to their heart's content. Everyone of them (even the usually coldly-silent Luigi) relishing the taste of fresh pork which they did not have in a long time. Giovanni cut himself a piece with his bayonet/dagger, and ate the piece of pork directly from it. He ate a few more pieces, and then stood up and walked over to where Jai and Aurock were. "Dinner's ready. Have as much as you like." He spoke to the two, then simply walked back to the main campfire. There, the Vincian lord had a few more pieces of pork before he was finally content to just sit back and relax.

"Well, my Doge, just what you have in mind? What do you see in this Princess?" Giovanni thought to himself as he stared at the campfire, and took another sip of water from his canteen. Once again, he found himself asking what the Doge was thinking. Were the rumors true that she was raising a resistance? Perhaps they were true, and if so, then maybe this was the resistance she was forming. This sure looked like a resistance, but the one thing Giovanni still haven't figured out was, what was in it for the others. He would have to find out soon enough. "So, what's your story?" He asked everyone, hoping to get that answer.
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Re: Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

Postby Alara » Tue Jul 20, 2010 12:48 pm

Carahae had watched the others set up in the evening, building campfires at their chosen points. Aurock set his apart from the main fire, and while everyone in their party had started settling down for meals and rest, Cara melted into the shadows, suddenly uncomfortable in a large group of people.

She reflected deeply on herself. Why was she here? What was this overpowering need to protect the princess? After all these years of shunning her elven homeland and the people she loved, was she looking for some redemption in the other half of her heritage? Carahae's father would outlive her by a couple of thousand years, and looking forward to another 600 years alone was... daunting. So what was it she was looking for? Save the princess, reinstate peace, be a hero, settle down? Could she ever settle down from the Night Game?

No, she reflected. There was a thrill in being a part of the darkness, dancing with Lady Death and inviting companions to Death's bed. She was more than a mere assassin, she was the night incarnate... an avatar of Death Herself. It wasn't to say she found enjoyment in the kills of her targets, but there was a certain satisfaction at completing a contract.

Leaving Onyx with the party so they would know she would come back, she slinked off silently, feet avoiding twigs and elven darkvision lightening the pitch black night around her to a dull grey. Unfortunately it made the firelight seem awefully bright unless she kept company with it for some time - but then the outside world darkened again. It was a win-lose situation that she didn't care to test, so she almost alwawys chose the dark.

Cara would be travelling some distance away from the camp, but she had to make sure she was back before they were travelling again. She could sleep in the saddle if worse came to worse, but ideally she would have liked to catch at least a couple of hours sleep. While appearing to wander aimlessly somewhat, she was making sure she couldn't be followed. Last thing she wanted was to bring some unknown doom down upon the Princess.

But we've already done that, haven't we?

The member of the party that had demonstrated his shapeshifting abilities was uncanny, and he always stayed very close to the princess, almost as if he feared leaving her shadow. It was a combination of intimidating and scary. Carahae was still under the suspicion that the Princess might have ordered Aurock not to kill him - because he certainly looked like he wanted the man done away with.

Carahae deflected her thoughts away from the party, like a spider might skitter away from the light. Instead she dwelled on the magic she had displayed earlier in avoiding the man/creature that he was. It was almost like a well undeveloped teleportation skill, used only by the highest of elven magi. It was supposed to be difficult beyond comprehension, and Carahae had never really displayed any magical ability before - only on instinct, and even then it was the rudimentary skills. Teleportation? Hell her father - a scholar in the arts himself - would be proud.

Carahae was shocked by the sudden and profound pain the slammed into her at that thought... however, sheer coincidence happened to rear its ugly head, and she quickly knocked her employer of his feet.

"And here I was beginning to think you were getting sloppy."

"Lucky," she said with a grin in the darkness, noting acutely how much pain she was still in from the earlier fight of the day. "If I had been holding onto a dagger you'd be dead."

Her employer snorted, and as her eyes adjusted, she really wished they hadn't. He was pockmarked, weasel-faced, and had a giant scar running from his left eye to the corner of his lip. It looked like he had been marked at some point during his early life - unfotunate, but not uncommon among humans.

"Did you get the job done?" he sneered.

"You wouldn't be out this far if it hadn't. You'd still be... ferreting out his money from beneath him, not running for your life."

He waved off the insult, as his eyes lit up. "Hazard of the job. And speaking of jobs I have another. Theres this Pri-"

"No."

"You haven't e-"

"No."

When he narrowed his eyes at her, her response was clear and crisp - emphasised by the throwing dagger now in her hands, and pressed against his ribs. He gulped and started shaking. "If a single hair on that girl's head gets so much as a splint end, and I find out you were the cause, you're a dead man.... and your son with you."

His face blanched at Carahae's sudden cruelty. "My s-s-son!" he stammered. "He's but a child he doe-"

"I don't particularly care," she whispered now in a deadly voice, eye to eye with the man. "I know where his nursemaid is keeping him, and I will not hesitate to end his life first." In a display of theatrics, she bent her will to the feeling she had encountered earlier when she had used the magic instinctively, and her body dissapeared from the man, leaving him alone to flee.

A few feet away she smilied. This could come in handy. But just as she thought that, she staggered against a tree, clutching the money bag he had paid her for the Captain's death close to her. It was going to take a lot more time and effort to master that particular little theatrical - and possibly life saving - move. It also made her wonder what else she might be capable of in the future.

Intensely weary now, she began staggering back to the camp, unsure if she would make it back there now before the morning light. That being the case they might very well leave without her. That thought in mind, she pushed onwwards roughly, crasking twigs as she went. The final thought she had before her weariness blanked out all else, was the wondering thought if she could slaughter her former employer's entire family.

Deep in the recesses of her mind a dark little voice whispered one word.

Yes...
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Re: Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

Postby Estrella » Wed Jul 21, 2010 7:58 pm

Ganaca looked to the party and their surroundings wariliy. After the encounter in the town, She was glad for some relative peace, though she was hardly over her suspicions about the whole situation. On top of that the mysterious princess was strangely quiet. They had all seperated to a degree, though she had chosen to build a traditional temporary nest in the lower branches of a tree. It resembled a hammock but was stiff and woven from young branches and leaves. It was quite narrow with only enough room for one person, but it was how they built their traveling shelters for centuries, since they had started traveling to other places. And at 8 feet in the air, the strange nest would be a good vantage point.

she knew better than go near the one they called a pitfiend, who seemed grouchier than a dragon awoken early. she also wasn't too keen on meeting with the one who had sliced her feathers with the scythe blades. Jai she couldn't figure out, he seemed to be taking things far too lightly, yet not at the same time. She did not like dualalities like that. The elf Cara seemed to disapear and reappear as she desired, and while she trusted her more than the others, she didn't want to delve too much into magic. But there was one thing that did interest her; the smell of roasting pork.

Harpies were known as primarily carnivores. In fact they preferred thier meat almost raw; it was just how they did things, and their stomachs were unusually hardy by current standards of society. Still even if the meat would be far overcooked, she stilll was hungry. she hopped down from her nest gracefullly and found her way to Giovanni's camp. Shefound herself in the middle of a large group, and was a bit uncomfortable, but she had to hold in laughter at the drink induced conversation. Such physically limited people boasting so much!

she grinned as she heard two called Ezio and Mario boasting about feeling as though they could kill dragons. this was too much for her to pass up. She turned around grinning, revealing extra sets of sharpened teeth, a leftover from millenia past. "I'd Love to see you two try to kill Even one Dragon. We use their skin to make our Armor, very light stuff."

She Grinned Playfully. "Course you need more than a few drinks in you to even poke a sleeping one." With that she walked off to find the meat. she was quite hungry.
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Re: Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

Postby Kaisyn » Thu Jul 22, 2010 3:38 pm

OOC: Sorry this post has been soo late in coming, I have been doing stocktake at work and I have been working strange and long hours at work.. So please forgive the lateness and the fact that this post is still set before Pauls time skip :D

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Bael smiled at his brothers words of greeting; clearly time had not swayed the balance of their relationship. Bael watched his brother intently as he crossed the room to sit down in his favorite chair after laying his weapons to rest.

His brothers manner and aura hid well, what his eyes were struggling to keep secret. Bael knew that although his brother would never admit it to anyone, being in the presence of a family member, even one that he had such mixed history with, brought a familiar relaxed feeling to his body and soul. He had no power over his youngest brother, yes he could order his guards to take care of him, but Karam wasn't a fool, he knew that Bael would have disappeared before the guards even realized they were being called for.

"You’re not here to try and stop me from conquering again are you? It’s been almost 6 years since I saw you last. What have you been up to since then, still trying to find your mother? I tell you she is most likely as dead as my own, and what of your skills? Have not dulled I hope.... In fact I might have a job for you depending on what your reasons for coming here are" Karam said as he offered his brother and the strange woman by his side a glass of Fire brandy.

Bael smiled at his older brother, the same smile that he had smiled 6 years ago when he single handedly foiled the attempts of Karam's first attempt at conquering the Silverstar castle. Karam wasn't as blood thirsty as the rest of his family; including Bael, he would try and deal with a situation as quickly and effectively as possible. Stealth and espionage more often than not could deal with a situation cleaner than what a full blown assault could in a shorter period of time. Bael knew his brothers tactics, and he knew that the first assault his brother would initiate would be through stealth. His shadow warriors were not always as skilled as they are now, 6 years ago Karam had put together his first Shadow unit and had sent them to infiltrate castle Silverstar to eliminate all potential threast and secure Karams passage to the King and Queen of Silverstar.

Bael had laid in wait, watching as his brothers Shadow unit infiltrated Silverstars walls and systematically brought down it's guards. Moving silently through the castle the shadow unit removed all threat to their lord, which was until they came to Bael. Waiting in the shadows of the royal Chambers, he listened for his prey to enter the chambers of the sleeping royalty. Silently they had entered and gathered around the King and Queen, ready to take them prisoner until their lord arrived.

It was over in seconds; Bael wrapped his hands around the first warriors head and snapped his neck in one fluid motion. Then, almost as suddenly as his initial attack; using his telekinetic ability he disposed of all but one of the warriors in a similar fashion as he had with his hands.

It was the memory of the last remaining Shadow Warrior returning to his lord and informing him of his brother’s actions, forcing Karam to lead an assault on the kingdom and the remaining guards of Silverstar, that brought the smile to Baels face.

“Come now brother” Bael said with a spark of delight evident in his voice.
“Surely you are not still sulking about that, it was 6 years ago. You know I don’t like to let father have his way so easily; besides I couldn’t let you stand around and wait for your battle to be won for you, you’ll lose your figure!” Baels smile growing wider with his playful tease.

Sipping on his Fire brandy he adjusted himself further into the chair and made himself comfortable.
“As for my skills, I can assure you they have not diminished in my absence, I am sure you will have heard whispers from your Shadow Warriors of the mysterious ‘Blood Hound’” Taking another sip of the Fire brandy, he watched his brother closely.
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Re: Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

Postby Melzi*Gurl » Thu Aug 05, 2010 12:58 am

Bri sat on the edge of the camp, the heat from the fire warming her as she replayed the memory of earlier today. Not sure if she had actually heard the voice or seen the image of the man earlier and if she had, who else may have seen it? The spell she cast, Bri had never used such a spell before or that she had ever remembered one. Even then, she was quite sure she hadn't spoken the words correctly. Thinking was beginning to make her head hurt and as she buried her head in her hands, Jai quietly approached her with one of his herbal teas. A reassuring smile told her that the tea would do no harm, so Bri took it with only a smile to thank him and watched as Jai bravely made a move to where Aurock sat on his own. Bri watched as Jai offered the Pitfiend some tea, the image of the two looking quite funny from where Bri sat and it caused her to smile slightly. After that, Jai started offering the rest of the tea around, soon the camp became quite boisterous and cheerful something Bri hadn't seen or heard in a long time. Even the Harpy threw in a few playful words, almost challenging words, as though the thought of seeing the Vincians pitted against Dragons would entertain her. But where was Cara? The half-elf was quite good at disappearing. But despite the sudden warmth and safety felt surrounded by these people, Bri still felt burdened with worry over the image she had seen earlier and wondered...

Standing up quite suddenly and without the attention of the others as they talked jovially around the camp fire, Bri made her way over the where Aurock sat. Bri had the feeling the despite being his master, Aurock did not like her all that much. But that didn't change the fact that Bri was his master and what affected her would affect him, he had a right to know what she saw. Without a word, Bri sat down just across from him and stared for a moment, trying to determine what mood the Pitfiend was in...it was hard. Bri understood that being above ground for so long would be a rather unsettling experience for the Pitfiend, so how was it that they were both to be married those years ago? Bri had a certain stubborn way of tempting fate, she imagined married life had things gone to plan...disaster. With her silent interrogation finished, Bri stopped delaying and finally spoke out about her experience from earlier, "Did you see him?", there was a pause before Bri continued, "Earlier, just as the creature appeared, I heard a voice in my mind and the face of a man. Did you see him?"

After she asked the question, her sudden cheerful demeanor changed to that again of a little girl lost. The pain of six years becoming evident in her character, the damage becoming ever more visible in her expression. Unconciously, Bri brought her hand to rest upon the Platinum Arm Band, a small bump on it caught Bri's attention, a Black stone, one she had not seen before fixed firmly to the metal. "That's strange, I don't remember seeing this before", Bri said as she frowned with uncertainty.
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Re: Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

Postby Aurock » Tue Aug 17, 2010 1:33 pm

Aurock glanced up at the human known as Jai. The cup held in front of him was a warm gesture among surface races and he had to raise a brow as the same gesture was being used upon him. In the sub terrain world where the pit fiends prospered, gestures were mostly physical, a gesture such as this would mainly be a a boast and submittal of strength or a presentation to mate from the opposite sex. He let out a silent sigh and lifted his head a little more so to meet the eyes of Jai. He took the cup gently with a slight nod and held it under his face. He tried to smile and wondered if he was humoring the skinny little human correctly. "The herbs you used, all grew in the ground which my people lived below, its a refreshing reminder of home" he said and took a sip slowly trying to work out what else to say. As a member of the Princess's party, even if a useless one, it would be better to try and get along than not.

"Did you see him?... Earlier, just as the creature appeared, I heard a voice in my mind and the face of a man. Did you see him?" Came the voice of the princess. Aurock looked to Brienna glad for the intrusion and yet a little pissed that the human and his tea had caused him to be distracted enough for the Princess to creep up unnoticed with him off guard. He spat a little of the tea on the ground in anger and then realized he may have offended Jai. He ignored the implications he may have caused and thought about what the princess had said... Instantly his head began to hurt like he was splitting in two, like as if he was trying to recall two memories at once... no it was more like he lived both memories at once.

He hissed at the pain and concentrated on the differences.... Suddenly the was an image, a flashback... he lunged and... "A man stood over you" The pit fiend said from behind his palm.

MEANWHILE............................

Karam laid down a writ on the coffee table before his half brother. "Yes Bael, i have heard the name 'Bloodhound' not only from my Shadow warriors, but from the mercenary units and regular troops apart of my forces. When i heard the name that was terrorizing my men i instantly knew who it was, so i wrote this up preemptively" He said waving one hand over the piece of paper, the other lowering his glass of fire brandy to the table.

"I was hoping you might accept this document brother... It basically gives rights and power to the Bloodhound, allowing him to sniff out all the troubles in Mid Cyru and pass judgement to right them. Id provide you with a team, your own choice of my best men, allowing you to be in more places at once. On top of that there is one other thing i would have the Bloodhound do, hunt down, scout, and report on the missing Princess of Mid Cyru." The Aethling said calmly his eyes flicking to his Brother from the piece of paper. He reached out towards Bael holding a quill to him, causing Grace's eyes to set upon Bael the Bloodhound too...
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Re: Chaos Lands - Medieval Fantasy RP

Postby Estrella » Fri Aug 20, 2010 7:09 am

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Ganaca looked to Giovani, the leader of this odd little band of over-inflated abilities as she chewed on her second piece of meat. She had tried to get the rarest piece possible, but still found it a bit overcooked, but by now she was used to this. She realized that she was being a bit rude, not introducing herself to him first, especially considering she was taking advantage of his hospitality. She swallowed her last bit and approached him, and when close enough (though not too close) she dipped her waist in a very straight bow. Upon rising she gave her full identity, which included her home tribe. " I Don't think I properly introduced myself. I am Ganaca of the Lower Cyru tribe."

Giovanni had not eaten anything since the last piece of meat he had, and had since wiped off his bayonet with which he used to eat. The Vincian Lord was occupying himself with examining a piece of strange mushroom taken from his pocket. Much to his fascination, it contained spores that were of similar chemical properties of gunpowder. Giovanni then put it away, and made notes on it as well as possible ways of using this new mushroom to better the strategic situation of the Vincian remnant. As he wrote on his notebook with a chunk of graphite, Giovanni noticed that the harpy had introduced herself to him as Ganaca.The Vincian Lord then put away his notebook and graphite stick, before standing up. "I believe I'd introduced myself before, but I'll do so again in return to your cortesia. I am Lord Giovanni Altomare, Captain of the Vincian Guard and inventor of the Kingdom of Vinci. E'un onore, Ganaca."


She nodded to him, appreciating his effort to add the extra more formal title. It was normal to have different levels of formality within a society. She nodded, wondering what he was planning to do with the mushroom he was examining. She hoped he wasn't planning to eat it, she'd seen harpies fall in sickness. " You cooked a wonderful meal" she said, lying a bit, also glancing to his notebook with the writing. The harpies were intelligent, but didn't really have a writing system. The weather made it too difficult to keep such things safe. They had pretty good memories, so to some it was quite unnecessary" I wouldnt' recommend handling that mushroom too much, One fall we had a huge ammount grow by the low plants away from the cliffs. Quite a few got sick."She tried to hide her ignorance of the whole idea of scientific investigation, hoping it was successful.

Giovanni smiled at Ganaca's compliment of the meal they had provided, and humbly shook his head. "No need to thank me, the honor belongs to Mario and Benvolio. Mario has been taking care of our stomaco since our journey from our refugee, and he's reputed to be an excellent cook in addition to a stalwart combattente. Benvolio, of course, for setting up the spit in the first place. My one and only contribuzione in this humble meal, of course, is shooting that pig myself." Giovanni spoke again, then cleared his throat when she mentioned the mushroom. He nodded when she informed that the mushroom could be poisonous. "No. E 'troppo affascinante per mangiare. I can't eat it. This mushroom's spores actually has chemical properties similar to the key ingredients of gunpowder. If I can find a way to use it to produce an alternate version of gunpowder, can you imagine the revolution there will be in firearms technology? Questo e veramente incredibile!" Giovanni spoke of the mushroom as he held it on his hand,but allowed his more reasoned mind to take over. "But, of course, I got to find a way to do it, and without the proper equipment, there's little I can do. That, and I still have to find out whether this mushroom will grow under other conditions. If not, then all of my research so far would have been...tutto invano." He continued, putting the mushroom away.

Ganaca trying to be polite, made an attempt at looking like she was paying attention. However, she wondered how a person could be so facinated by a stupid mushroom, for so long. " Hmmm" was all she was able to get out, not sure how to respond to Giovani. She had heard of gunpowder, had even seen a gun fired on occasion, but she found it wasn't pratical fo rmost people, and had heard that so far it could be quite expensive. "good luck with that," she finally came up with a better response than before. " Truth be told, all that you said really didn't make much sense to me. Life is much simpler in Cyru, and our leaders are quite set in their ways. I know the modern world will find us one day, but what I've seen of it, I hope it's not in my life time." She said this with a bit of sadness and a hint of confusion.
Giovanni sighed as he took his musket and laid it on his lap. What Ganaca told him reminded him all to well what the Kingdom of Vinci had lost when the God-King's armies took it.

"The modern world doesn't merely find us, it comes to us. The Vincians, with all their scientific wisdom, are trying to usher it to all of Cyru. My father was even demonstrating a steam engine before the King of Vinci, that would one day be powering vehicles for both war and peace. All that progress, however, is lost when Sithuluu'n invaded." The Vinician Lord sighed, then took a drink of water from his canteen. "E che peccato che e stato. All that knowledge and progress, destroyed or plundered. But, as long as Vincians remained alive, so will the scientific wisdom. We will not give up until we reclaim Vinci, and continue to spread innovation and scientific enlightenment to all of Cyru. Just you wait." His voice turned from one of loss to that of determination. His eyes laid on his musket, which contained some of his innovations that he was making even after Vinci had fallen. It was a testament to the Vincian will to not give up, a stubborness that ran contrary to their scientific wisdom and otherwise open-mindedness.

Ganaca nodded, bringing a small smile to her thin mouth. The Vincians seemed to be a whole world away, evnen if they technically occupied the same large land. While the Harpy people generally considered them weak, she had been reminded that the same fighting spirit did exist in most peoples. One must never be too quick to judge. "My people have been around for at least 3000 years, as you know. We are a throw back from time," she let out a harsh laugh at the thought of it, how.. ancient they were. " Even our genetics are outdated.... we have extra teeth and everything. My society,or at least our way of life is dying out. Our prime was a millenia ago." She sighed facing him. " Thank you," she finally said as she prepared to get up to talk tosomeone else. Currently the one called Jai was with the princess and Aurock, the elf woman was nowhere to be found, and she didn't have much of a desire to go into the woods, so she just sat back down. " Do you know anything about this current situation with the princess? I am quite lost to the... ways and motivations of humans."

Giovanni nodded, feeling empathy for Ganaca and her entire race as they were slowly being left behind by time. "Quando la vecchia non c'e piu, qualcosa di nuovo arriva. I'm sure you and your people will adapt to change, some day." He said reassuringly, then looked to the other campfire with Aurock, Jai, and the princess. Giovanni too, was wondering what was happening. It was funny that Ganaca decided to ask him about the whole situation, which he was not entirely clear of. "Beats me, to be honest. The ways and motivations of humans eludes even some of greatest philosophers in Mid-Cyru. Even more so is what is so important about this princess. I still don't understand what the Doge saw in her that I have to be onthis journey. My men and I, quite frankly, would much rather be leading the rest of the men in the Vincian Resistance."

Ganaca nodded, looking up warily. " I'm going to return to my nest I think. All this thinking is making my head hurt." She shivered, the cool of the evening getting to her. Of course she didn't have a blanket, Harpies slept with thier wings wrapped around the front of their bodies, acting as both protection and insulation. She glanced to her cut top feathers, and held back a growl of annoyance
at the memory. "Good night Vincian," Was her last greeting to Giovanni as she walked off.
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