RPNES- Your Heroic Quest

This nes is not about templates. Nor is it about the "best" orders. It is about FUN, and part of what NES originally stood for.
In this nes, you play the part of some hero on a quest. You tell your own story, you can drop in and out, and you don't worry about "orders before the next update". Hopefully we will get enough players that they can interact or form a party.
I am not a moderator here. I am a co-player. But, having seen certain ugly incidents, I feel that I must still post a set of rules...

1. No Spamming! Only RP here.
2. No flamming! Respect the other people here.
3. No arguing! Role-playing is permitted but actual arguing is not permitted.
4. Rules will be added as needed (hopefully not).
5. Anyone who does not abide by the rules (3 strikes) will be asked to leave the RP.

Very well, begin. And may the best man have the most fun.

Ycca watched as the gates creaked shut and the heard the bars fall into place. Yesterday she had spoken harsh words to her trainer, Lady Berala. Berala had ordered a trial and investigation reagrding her fitness for Amazon training, and she had been expelled. Always knowing the loopholes of the rules, Ycca had demanded a right to trial by conquest, meaning that she would be set on a quest. Very well, the trial had said, bring us back the head of Ghashagon, Drake of the South. Then she had been thrown out with only a bow and some lesser skills at foraging, camouflage and nature magic.
She turned her back resolutely on the training camp and made for the nearest town. Along the way, she collected a wolf skin but met no-one.
Three days later she was sitting in a grimy tavern, hoping to pick up information from someone. Which way was south, and was there any way to kil Ghashagon?
The usual men to be expected in a tavern had tried to grope her and leer. After she had cut off two of their fingers with her dagger, they quickly lost interest. But the last one reported it to the tavernkeeper in a whiny voice, causing her to be thrown out.
Ycca stood up and looked about, taking stock of her surroundings. The town was nothing more than a filthy hamlet, all things considered, and she should porbably leave. Just as she was considering how to best accomplish this, a caravan clattered into town.
"Why anyone would come to this forsaken little hell-hole is beyond me," muttered the driver as a few swarthy-looking figures clambered out.
"Beyond me too," said Ycca, striding up to him. "Where is the closest town of better repute, and how much would I pay to be taken there?"
"Oh, grand, a woman with some sense. That would be Little Barca to the south, and the price is two silver marks."
"Thank you." Ycca handed over two silvers and settled happily into the wagon, taking a look at the other passengers.

"How do you know my name? Never mind that... Aren't you such a sweet little boy?" Ycca looked at the tear-streaked face of the wagon's new occupant and handed him a sugar-coated chestnut. "There you go, eat that and you'll feel much better. What's your name?"
"Yarin" said the boy.
"Oh, what a lovely name. My aunty was called something like that, Yori I think. She was ever so kind. I remember when I visited her house. There were all sorts of memorabilia on the walls, and one felt happy just being there." Ycca looked at the little boy, who seems to have settled well into his seat.

OOC: If erez is gonna be a little kid, I'm going to mother him.

'Wow she fight well Yarin, I think I have chosen a wise decision', Yarin looked at Ycca with a smile, seemed like not only him was looking throught his eyes. 'Yes Kalima, she is nice, and strong! I like her, will I do somthing to her? I don't want to!', Kalima in his mind answered quitly, 'No I don't thin you will.'
"Ycca! You know to use a bow?? I always wantd to know! can you teach me after this bad people go away? I don't like bad peole..."


Give me somthing to write about, a 6 years old don't like seeing people getting hit unless their bad

A man clad in a rusty suit of armor was finding his way down the hillside. His long, red beard hung over his shoulder, to keep himself from tripping over it. From afar, he looked ridiculous. However, up close, he had a strange aura of power about him. In fact, it seemed almost mystical, as if the man was somehow ancient. He seemed to have deep powers, deeper than even those of wizards, and far deeper than any man had previously laid claim to.

The man was carrying a shield, which had a black cloth draped over it so that no one could see the device it bore. Indeed, everything about this man seemed shrouded in mystery. He was, in fact, on a mission which would not be revealed for some time.

As he descended the mountain, his thoughts returned a single incident. Why did I have to hurry? he thought. I probably could have made it across that river without trying to swim it, but I had to be so stubborn... From now on, I shall always cross the river by bridge, no matter how crowded it is!

Presently he came upon the road. Walking some distance, he saw a man working in a field.

"Excuse me, kind sir. How far is the next town?" the red-bearded man asked.

The sudden question startled the farm hand, but only for a second. "Not much further," the man replied. "Should be just over that hill." As he spoke, he pointed at a rise over which the road traveled.

"Thank you."

"If I may be so kind as to ask," the farm hand continued, "what business are you conducting that brings you so far out here?"

"Business?" The man thought for a second. Don't want to reveal the true nature of my coming. The time is not right. "Well, I... Hmm, now that you mention it, I don't really-- Ah, yes! That's right! I'm a traveling man-at-arms, skilled in the use of both sword and bow." In fact, very skilled, but again, I don't want to reveal too much.

"Oh. Well, I must be about my own business. Good day sir!"

"Good day!" And with that, the "man-at-arms" continued about his way.

As the man came to the crest of the ridge, he heard a commotion on the other side and wondered what it might be. Upon topping it, he looked down and saw...

"Upon my word! Bandits, robbing a carriage! And that fair maiden, she must be in utter distress! I must see what I can do!"

With that, he drew his long sword and cried, "For honor and glory!" Then he ran down the hill as fast as he could, his sword raised and his voice crying out in a loud war cry.

Bzzt.

That’s how it started. With a strange crackling in the air, then an odd rippling in the air. Bzzzzzt! More crackling, and more rippling. And then, suddenly, the sky itself seemed to rip open a small tear and a lone figure dropped out from the torn hole. However, it certainly could not have been the sky, for she fell a whole two feet to the ground. That doesn’t mean that she did not hit the ground hard, oh no – she hit it very hard. And almost rolled down it, as it was a hill.

With a grunt, the singular girl – dressed in a large frilly dress one tends to see rich girls wearing and carrying a long staff with a very royal-looking symbol at its tip – stood and dusted herself off, wiping the grass from her bright pink, yellow, and white clothes. She looked royal, that was for sure, with long curly blonde hair, a pale [but still feminine and attractive] face covered with a small number of freckles, bright sky blue eyes, and the arrogant, annoyed look anyone would see on a spoiled little princess. Surprisingly, though, she had to be around 17 or 18 years old, a tad older than most spoiled little princesses.

“That Archimolea!” she shouted, stamping her feet angrily. She tossed the staff to the ground and looked around, her soft features trying their best to look murderous. “Where in the world did he send me!? This doesn’t look a thing like Aurania! Of all the things to do to a respectful, beautiful, high-class lady like myself. . .!”

She bent over and picked her staff back up and grumbled to herself as she began to walk in a random direction. First, Archimolea seized control of her kingdom, then he had the nerve to throw her into some portal to gods know where! And now her favorite dress, which she was wearing to impress a certain Fire Mage who was in cahoots with Archimolea, was covered in grass!

This was not turning out to be a good day for young Genneka Aurania.

A man with a beard over his shoulder was running down the hill towards the brigands, screaming incoherently. Ycca took the opportunity to start firing several arrows at the men. They finally got a clue and started to regroup on the other side of a large rock outcropping. She tried to fire an arrow over it, but failed. She decided instead to stand behind the corner of the caravan incase some of the bandits had bows and wait for the longswordsman to approach.

OOC: Archimolea? I could swear I've heard that before...

The man put away his sword, stopped, and stared at this new spectacle. An enormous stone that the bandits had cowered behind was floating in mid-air! Surely there must be a wizard among them!

The brigands quickly dispersed, with arrows sticking out of them in various places as if they had gotten on the wrong side of a very large porcupine. There must also be a skilled bowman among them. Perhaps my quest won't be so hard after all...

During the battle one of the brigands had taken a potshot at him with his bow. The arrow had been easily deflected by his shield, but now the dark oilcloth covering the shield was torn, revealing golden and black paint beneath. The man quickly adjusted the oilcloth so the hole showed only black paint.

He strode towards the carriage driver. "Which way are you headed, good sir?"

"To the south, to the town of Little Barca."

"South? Oh, good. I have some business to the south." More particularly, I have need of delivering a kingdom, but I don't want to tell him that. "I am a wandering knight, dispossessed by my former master. I am now seeking employment from a new lord, and his castle lies due south of here. How far south are you going?"

"I stop at Little Barca," the driver replied. "That is as far as my route takes me."

"So this ride is near the end of it's course, eh? Ah, well, I might as well join this carriage. How much is the fare?"

"Two silver marks."

The man dug into a leather pouch he had tied to his belt and pulled out two large silver coins, handing them to the dricer. The coins were very old and had not been used for many years, so the man was worried that the driver would not accept them. But he took them without giving them a second thought.

Kudos to anyone who can guess who/what I'm supposed to be

Gladinia... that text is impossible to read... turquoise on light blue... try to at least use a dark color, since most of the styles are light.
Ycca started making introductions as soon as the newcomer had settled into the carriage. "I'm Ycca, lately of the Amazon Training, now exiled for my sharp tongue. The child is Yarin, apparently he has latent supernatural powers which may turn evil. Over there (gesture) is the Lady Agara. I don't know who the sleeping ones are. And what is your name?"
OOC: Feel free to post a story up to the city, I'll be getting off there, you can put words in my mouth...

Saturday:
I woke up, fed the animals and had breakfast. I was going out into the woods, because I didn't have any bloodsbane or winterwillow left. There were also a few other herbs that I didn't have, and there was a half moon tonight, so it was the perfect time to pick Catscrawl and Dead mans eyes. I put up a poster in the shop where it said: "Away until at least Monday, latest Wednesday." Then I went out into the woods. There was a place near the river where there was codbeard and winterwillow, and in the clearing west of the river there was some bloodsbane. There was also some kingswad down by the Dryad tree. I put up camp by a rocky outcrop so that when the halfmoon came up I would be able to pick Catscrawl and Dead mans fingers. The rest would have to wait until tomorrow.

Midnight:
I was just picking Catscrawl when I felt a warning trickle down my spine. There was something wrong here! I acted as if I hadn't noticed anything, and began to draw up sigils in the ground. Two circles, one inside the other, with four stars, one at each cardinal point. I would have to manage without the candles. Then I began whispering under my breath. I felt the danger coming nearer. I kept on whispering at the same pace. It seemed so slow! What if it didn't work, I was thinking, still whispering at the oh-so-slow pace. The Evil thing tensed. It was going to spring soon. I kept whispering. Sweat trickled down my forehead and into my eye. I had an itch somewhere on my arm. I kept whispering. The Evil tensed even more. Then suddenly everything happened at once. To do this moment full justice, It has to be described in slow motion. I finished with the spell just as the Evil sprang forth. It brought with it a supernatural darkness, but my angel's coming flooded the whole place with light. My spell had worked!!! There was no time for relief now. Along with the Evil there were several bandits. As the Angel and the Evil engaged, they swarmed against me. I drew my two poison-coated daggers, and waited for them. I didn't have to wait long. The first one I took with a nick to the wrist, and from there it's mostly a blur. I remember killing or hitting at least six, but there were so many. A quick peek at my Angel showed that it was winning against the Evil. The problem was, if I went down, the Angel would too. I went into a more defensive stance and kept on. Then suddenly I felt a blow to the head, and I fell. The blow hadn't really been hard enough to knock me out instantly, but I wouldn't be awake long. Then it felt like all the bandits dropped on me, though it was probably only three or four. I felt sveral different weapons biting into the area around my throat.Then a voice said "Stop. She is to be taken alive." I had one more moment before I went cold, and in that moment my eyes fluttered open, and I saw that my angel was gone. I also saw that one of the greater Dryad trees in the wood had cracked. It must have been a great battle between my Angel and the Evil to have cracked such a great tree.

The man thought hard about the question before responding. "I am... Frederick of Cassel, a former count who was dispossesed of my lands unjustly. I am returning to reclaim them with the aid of a few other nobles." Hmm, he thought, that's rather close to my actual story. A little too close.

"Good luck," the lady who had introduced herself as Ycca said.

"Thank you."

"The rest of the carriage ride was rather uneventful. The young boy Yarin (who had by now returned to his normal self) asked a few questions about Frederick, which he answered politely, but other than that nothing much happened.

Suddenly, after a long ride, the carriage jolted to a stop.

"Little Barca," the driver announced.

"Where will you be going next?" one of the passengers who had been napping (and was still quite groggy) asked the driver.

"I'll be heading back," he said.

Frederick, meanwhile, had already stepped out and was on his way. He thought he would head for the local tavern, to hear some of the latest gossip. Rumors often had a thread of truth about them which could be used.

Besides, he needed to collect his thoughts, and no better way to do that than over a nice tankard of ale...

Frederick tried his best to remain inconspicuous in the tavern--not an easy task for someone sporting an old rusty suit of armor and a flowing red beard that reached the floor. (One of these days, he thought, I'm gonna need to get this trimmed.) He occupied a table to himself in a dimly-lit corner of the room, where he could listen, think, and sip his ale without being disturbed. From his little seat in the corner, he could listen in on the whole tavern, while occupying himself with his drink just enough to remain above suspicion.

Over at a nearby table, a group of men were talking and laughing among themselves.

"Hahaha! An' a good 'un that was, too!" one replied as a man at a nearby table finished a clever little anecdote. Then he conversed in a low voice among his table-mates. Frederick was able to hear them despite this, as he had what could be called a "kings-ear" for conversations, able to single out tiny bits and pieces of talk.

"Right, mates, you b'lieve th' rumors goin' 'round 'bout th' kid an' this Am'zon 'ere? Sounds like some sort o' magic to me. You think we should check 'em out, Connor?"

To which one friend, obviously Connor, whispered back, "I s'pose so, won't hurt to. P'raps we could take th' lot of 'em and bring 'em to th' Duke. He'd love 'em, 'specially after we wound 'em up nive and tight."

"An' a pretty penny we'd get too, if they does have th' magic people says they does. Reckon we could grab 'em nice an' quick, so's they wouldn't put up no fight?"

"You know fool well we couldn't do that, Connor!" One of the others said, loud enough for the others to get the emphasis, but not so loud that others could hear it (Except me, Frederick thought to himself, cracking a little grin). "We tried that wi' th' lady up'n th' wood, an' you sh'know how tha' one went--you was there! You's there during the coach-robbery too, when some crazy ol' long-bearded fool ambushed ya while this girl had ya pinned wi' a bown'arra!"

"Yeah, but th' Duke'll pay top-notch loot f'r ever' magic soul we snatch an' take to 'em! Think 'bout it, man! We'll be rich! Richer'n kings, rich 'nuff to buy this town! Alls we gotta do is abduct" (Wow, that's a big word for him to use, thought Frederick) "th' pair, then git outta town and bring 'em t' th' Duke!"

"I dunno.."

Frederick got up to leave. He had heard enough to know that something was going on. Something involving kidnapping Ycca and Yarin and taking them to some Duke for a handsome reward. But why was the Duke so interested in abducting people with mystical and magical powers?

Frederick didn't have the time to ponder these questions. He had to find Ycca and the boy. He had a rough idea where Ycca was, but he figured she could fend for herself well enough. Yarin, however, was just a boy, even with his amazing potential. He had to be protected from this evil gang!

What made this worse was that Frederick didn't even know where Yarin could be, or if he had even left town. After searching the town streets for the boy, he couldn't find a single trace of him.

Finally, exhausted and without hope of finding Yarin, Frederick plopped himself onto a bench. It was near midnight, and the sign in the window of the apothecary across the street was unreadable in the dim light. As he sat there, too tired to move, one thought continued to reverberate inside his head...

I must warn Yarin. Somehow.

*nags Jason, Erez and Gladinia to post here, in that order of lateness*