Dragon's Fortress (Wtf's RPG)

JLXC · Sep 5, 2005

The boy ran to tell his new friend the news. His new friend had given him a whole copper to watch for anything ususual.

"Hello Jacob!" the out of breath boy blurted out.

"Hello there? See anything neat?" replied the young boy with the old eyes.

"There's strangers my dad says are Merkinaries coming into town!" the excited boy eagerly provided.

"Thank you so much, I'm going to see if I know any of them. One of them might be my pa, thanks so much" with a hug and another copper, the young boy with the old eyes was off.

Soon the young boy was an attractive middle aged nobleman, in expensive, but well travelled garments, with a slight limp. The middle aged man with the old eyes slowly set off to see what there was to see.

Brain Spout · Sep 6, 2005

Earlier that same day, an old elf passed through the village. Although if you saw him you might not have known that he was aware of the village or of the world, or for that matter that he was walking. He appeared deep in thought and occassionally mumbled the oddest of things to himself as he strode through the village. It seamed that the owl at his shoulder was his foil. It appeared young, its feathers were shiny, and it appeared to be very alert, rotating its head to take in the village and all the commoners.

The commoners in the village talked amongst themselves as he walked through the village. Normally, they would have found it odd for something like that to happen, however earlier that day several other strangers had wondered through the small village.

jamesp · Sep 6, 2005

As Brill reined his horse up to the gate, the soldier, curiosity and....fear maybe? mirrored in his eyes, motioned him through without a word, if not a significant glance for the heron marked blade at his side. Riding through the village, he was aware of the villager's eyes upon him. He stopped at the local inn, dismounted, and tossed the stablehand a coin for his services. The smell of unchanged rushes and stale sweat buffeted him as he walked in. He sat at a table and was soon approached by a wench in broad skirts and a somewhat spotted white apron.

"Would you like some roast sir? Only three days off the fire...?", she asked.

"No, wine will be fine for now." he replied. "I suppose you people don't see many outlanders around here, huh?"

The tavern maid's eyes widened momentarily at the question. "No, we haven't seen any outsiders in a while", she said, glancing down quickly. The way in which she held herself said louder than words that she was lying.

He finished his wine, dropped a few coppers on the rough table top, and walked out. As he remounted, he pondered the villagers stares and unasked questions. He put a hand to his coat pocket, fingering breifly the strange letter, with its cryptic message. Shaking his head slightly, he eased his sword out of habit, and nudged his steed into a trot.

No, time to worry about the odd village, his questions would be answered soon enough....

dustinzgirl · Sep 6, 2005

The viliage was small, quiet, and compared to the places Linde had been, it was rather ramshackle. The gate was old, and Linde had the thought that if there was a siege, it would burn and fall with little more than a few well placed arrows. She could probably do it herself, if she was wont to such a deed. A pig farmer crossed ahead of her, tipping his hat behind the squeal of several fat pink pigs. The guards paid him no mind, but the elder guard eyed the tiny framed girl suspiciously.

"We don't take no riff-raff boy. What's your business here?"

Linde turned, her bright green eyes catching the last glimpses of the sun, setting the guard aback. She lifted her helm, and tresses of pale green hair fell from her shoulders. "I'm no boy, sir. I am Orelinde. My business is my own."

"It's a Forrest Elf, sir!" The younger guard, whose face was barely showing the shadow of manhood, exclaimed.

The elder guard gave him a prompt smack upon the back of his head.

"I will be on my way then." Linde stared the elder down. "Unless thee has other requests?"

The elder guard shook his grey hair, and to Linde's amazement, bowed low, knuckling his right fist to his forehead. The younger stared at him a moment, but prompted by a swift smack on the rump, did the same.

As Linde walked off, she heard the elder guard. "That be no plain Forrest Elf, boy. That be one of a house of Royalty, or I am not Jobias Thriddle."

Linde smiled to herself. Even in the farthest reaches of the world, her prestige was noticed amongst men. This gave her a satisfaction she could not deny, but also another fear. How can she hide herself, if she was so easily recognized?

She pondered this, stopping at the first inn she saw. The serving wench was pretty, if a bit plump. Linde saw first a human man, and sat herself as far from him as she could. She smelled power on him, power that should not be in the hands of mortals, but that was not her concern.

"What can I get you?" The wench asked, her blouse opened just enough to reveal the crease of her bosom.

"Water. Cold, if you have it. And some bread."

"Hhmph. There is an alms house down the road, if that be your need."
Linde handed her a silver piece, and the wench'es mouth fell agape. "I have no need of anything aside from water, a slice of bread, and silence. Do you understand me?"

The wench nodded, walking away with an oddly made curtsy. Linde thought the girl would fall over. It had been a rash move, she only had three silver pieces and thrice that in copper. But, as she had learned, the show of money to the right people, usually a talkative barmaid, could get many a thing done.

She was correct. Soon enough, the wench had spread the tale of Linde's charity to the barkeep, and he in turn to the innkeep. Linde would spend the night in the finest of rooms, alhtought the villiages finest would barely pass for a decent room back home, the accomadations were clean and the sheets were soft.

Whether or not she would pay for it at the end of the week, well, that was another story.

Boycott · Sep 6, 2005

Burz rode the Raven's training grounds. Gracefully and swiftly he dodged flaming arrows and flooded a small bunker that seemed to dismantle itself with the heavy water's weight.

"Impressive," complimented a small gnome, who wore more medallions than the military barracks in Ideed had to supply, "You'll go far if you stick with us."

"The food is disgraceful. Your training is pathetic. I've seen the wild. This won't help me. You can't teach what is already taught," replied Burz.

"Boy, you've seen nothing. Of my 98 years of service to this land, I've seen nothing a well-prepared warrior of the raven can't handle." The gnome looked rather irked.

"War is not proper application of power, but rather a display of the inner desire to impress. I'm not out to impress," Burz mumbled as he summed an elk to ride back to the barracks.

---------At the barracks

"New members have arrived, boy. Free up some cabin space, they're movin' in with you, " said a gold plated guard.

"Just my luck. I barely get enough room for my own belongings. I should have stayed at home. You better keep your end of the bargain. The halflings will be murdered as soon as you get the information, " replied an angered Burz

"Not to worry. We have everything you need. The roast is ready, by the way. You better go eat before everyone else eats it all."

"Roast. I hate this place."

Brain Spout · Sep 6, 2005

Through the door to the barracks stepped an old elven man. He glance around before mumbling "This is worse than the 3rd level prison at Ghundar," to himself. He then strode, without so much as looking up to note the others in the room, to the finest looking cot in the room, with the most room around it. He withdrew a small bag from one of many pouches and set it on the ground. He then pulled out a large desk, an inkpen and a vial of ink, a huge stack of paper, and around 20 to 30 books, most of appeared to have somewhere near 1,000 pages.

After finally, situating himself and making a few more obscure comments about who knows what, he looked up at the guests in his room and and showed a warm smile before saying, "Greetings, I am Archmage Ivellios Galanodel.."

"Retired Archmage," the quiet owl at his shoulder spoke up.

"None, the less Archimedes, I held the title, and I still dese..." Mid sentence the bird fluttered from his shoulder to a rafter and began surveying the room.

"I'm sorry, he can get like this sometimes when he doesn't have time to fly or he has to travel long distances."

jamesp · Sep 6, 2005

As Brill wound his way down the overgrown road, he felt the hair on the back of his neck rising. Someone was watching him. He innocuously eased his sword in its sheath, assuring that is was unhindered.

As he came around a bend, the road suddenly ended at a cold gray gatehouse. As he approached, a large man with dark brown hair, streaked with gray, walked out. He was clad in very heavy plate mail, and carried a large battle axe at his side.

"Dismount Sir, and approach" he called. "What brings you to....ah, one of the mercs I see, eh, well, go on through. You are expected at the main Barracks."

"Mercs? I am no mercinary! I am the Lord Captain Commander of the Queens Guard you...." he started just to be interrupted by the man, "I don't care what you were, you are on my land now boy. Now get to the Barracks before I send for old Ivellios to wrap you up like a pretzel and carry you there."

Brill bit his lower lip until he tasted blood, but kept his words, and gauntlets, to himself. He applied light pressure with his knees, urging the horse forward. As he rode through the gate, he noticed that the walls were thick, at least 20 spans. He pondered why this lonely outpost would need such great walls, until he was jerked from his revery by the sight of a young man riding a rather large elk across the training grounds. Training grounds thick with gnomes!

With a curse he ripped his sword from its sheath, "Godless bastards!" he screamed. And with that he booted his horse into a run, intent on running them all down. Before he made it 20 yards, a young man, with too big eyes, leaped in front of the charging warhorse. Brill barely managed to stop, sawing at the reins.

Before he got a curse out at the boy, he piped in a squeaky voice, "Sir, you are expected at the barracks, please follow me."

Brill, eyes hot with rage, followed the boy, glancing the whole while at the gnomes, watching him curiously. The boy was leading him the way that the man riding the elk had gone.

The young man dismounted the elk near a large square building, which Brill could only assume was the Barracks, it being the biggest of the squat structures. He rode up to the building, watching the elk sedately walk off, and tied his mount to the hitching post. As he strode through the door, he immediately recognized an elf behind a largish desk, covered with books. Keeping his dislike of the standoffish race, he approached the desk, making it only half way before a something splatted onto his shoulder. As he stared a large brown owl flew from its perch on the rafters high ahead, to sit on the shoulder of the elderly old elf.

"Good day sir, I am Brill Illianus, Lord Capta......"

JLXC · Sep 7, 2005

Having learned what little she could in such a short time the Changing One went to meet the group in person, for the "first time". He had watched and even talked to some of them in several guises, but nothing important, nothing worth remembering. Now in the guise of a human ranger, all leather, and simple clothing, he moved to where they were supposed to meet.

Arriving at the entrace to the barracks, he made sure to seem non-threatening. He greeted the gaurds cordially, and followed their instructions to the letter.

He introduced himself as Jacob, to anyone who cared, and simply sat and watched and listened. Waiting for what was to come. Anyone who spoke with him was treated with respect and interest. He smiled at any jokes, and was quiet when anyone seemed that was what they desired. He didn't seem very threatening at all. Still he held himself straight, with confidence, and seemed to always be watching and listening.

Brain Spout · Sep 7, 2005

Brill's introduction hadn't stirred Ivellios, however kiay's fire ball had. Ivellios stood up quickly. He surveyed the room as his chair fell to the floor. He then whispered a few words and threw his cloak over his owl for a moment or so. When he turned back to the crowd looking at him the owl was gone. He rested his hands on two of the many pouches on his belt. He noticed that one of the pouches was opened, he closed it. Finally, after the wizard managed to gain his composure, a look of disdain came to his face.

"I am Ivellios Galanodel, that was my trusted companion Archimedes, who will never be eaten." He said, somewhat angrily. "I'm sure they feed the people that live, here. So, if we'll all be patient I'm sure we will eat soon enough." He turned and picked up his chair, and then sat back at his desk. He continued writing and glancing at the occassional book.

Boycott · Sep 7, 2005

"I've heard of you through my mother..., " Burz started but seemed to suddenly stop with mention of his mother. "Er... She was interested in magic... Ivellios, just wondering, have you ever heard of the name 'Carda Nobbu' or happen to know anything about a band of halflings that passed through Ideed? You seem the type to know a lot."

Billybob · Sep 7, 2005

Firr entered through the doorway casually. As he entered, he began to survey his surroundings. He could see a tall woman speaking, somewhat overwhelmed to a shorter elf. Eves dropping he heard the elf introduce himself as Ivellios Galanodel.
"Ivellios Galanodel," he said to himself, "gotta remember that."
He sat down in a empty table, pulling a small sketchbook from his side-pouch. He began to sketch, slowly losing himself in the art he was creating. The time passes, and he grew impatient from the waiting. He asked aloud, "When are we oging to get started?", but received no response. With a slight shrug of his shoulders, he went back to his sketchbook, now eagerly waiting for whomever sent him the letter to emerge.

Brain Spout · Sep 8, 2005

After a couple of seconds Ivellios's head popped out of his books and he began to mumble about 'Carda Nobbu' and 'Ideed'. He seamed to sit mumbling and thinking to himself for a while and then finally he spoke up.

"Carda Nobbu was the clan of halfings that around two hundred years ago did some unnatural things with magic. They were able to become more powerful, but in so doing gained a sort of unnatural aura that even someone untrained in magic could detect. However, as far as anyone knows they died out or were killed around 20 or so years ago. As far as any halflings passing through Ideed, I wouldn't know anything more than you about that. Why do you ask about Carda Nobbu?"

dustinzgirl · Sep 8, 2005

The barracks were clean, orderly. Already Linde had been watching the comings and goings, silently perched atop a tree. The guards had taken her letter with an almost suspicious eye. The gnomes led her to the barracks, showing her the common room. She sat silently in the corner, watching. Until the elder elf mentioned Carda Nobbu. Odd, the poisons she had used thirty years past (a rather short time for an elf) had come from Lagoon Nabbu, the chieftan's third cousin four times removed.

"I have been to Ideed." She said, simply, quietly. "I know thier magics." Her bright green eyes reflected in the low firelight, almost illuminating her face with a sickly green palor. "Thier magic, and thier peoples, are not extinct as you would believe, Owlman." Her teeth flashed a sharp grin. "Mayhap, thou does not know as much as thy would think too."

JLXC · Sep 8, 2005

The Changing One, or "Jacob", watched intensely the gathering people. He put on his best "Country Boy" persona and was ready for action. Appearing calm and simple on the exterior, he was very cautious about these mercenaries, especially the antagonistic demeanor a few of them had already shown. They would deserve watching. After checking the area for Invisibile beings, magical wards, and noting the exact locations of all the windows, people, and exits, he scanned the roof to make sure no surprises would "drop in."

He decided to get a better feel for them and approached the elderly elf, quite a rarity. Obviously he was a magicain of some note, and he carried himself with the confidence of one with power. He stepped up to the elf, not too close, not too far, and spoke in very precise elvish, though quietly so everyone wouldn't hear.

"Blessings of the people upon you elder, I am known as Jacob to some, how do you come by such unique company?"

icka · Sep 8, 2005

after following the people from the inn and sneaking into the barricks Illeana hid in the corner of the common area. She was equipped with her dagger, a few coppers and a piece of silver that was tossed at her in the inn. She was no longer a wench but now a mercenary.

She surveyed each person as they passed by. Her lack of experience made her cower in the corner a bit. She listened closely to all the conversations. The mention of Carda Nobbu got her attention for some unknown reason. Being so young she didnt understand why the name was so familiar to her. She watched as the strange elf tried to eat the owl. She realized she needed some sort of experience before whatever mission awaited her here at the barricks.

"you there, kiay", she shouted firmly.

excitement filled her face. "i'll go with you".

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