ENES 6: As You Like It

[Erik Mesoy]

Could I have a werewolf for a character?
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Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!

With that sig? A maniac-laughing werewolf, and when we have a vampire already? I doubt it. See my PM...

Everybody else, , what are you doing?
In case you're wondering, I do actually have a master plan weaving all of your characters' tales together. I may need to move at "speed of script" sometimes, though.

 

[Gelion]

My story is coming .

 

[SKILORD]

Aldaer's foot shivered as it reached into the cold and dark cave, torchlight flickered palely on the wall, a dim memory of luminescence.

The cave, he hadn't dared enter it since he betrayed his homeland. Laktensang barely still held the vestiges of the ancient and lost Confederation, but they would live on forever in this cave, this he had hoped and prayed back when he could still hope or pray, his hands brushed against the cold stone wall, where younger hands had etched crude symbols into the stone, the forgotten flag of the Confederation among them, Aldaer frowned as no guilt welled up in his soulless chest.

"Aldaer?" the voice was strong, powerful, solemn.

After all of these years, these scars, these battles and treacheries there were eyes that could still cast the dirt of a life poorly lived aside and peer into a companion once familiar. The golem sat in his stone throne, his white hairs brushing the floor.

"Torg," he whispered.

Torg frowned, "Has it come to this, Aldaer? Has your cult sent you to murder the last of your long forgotten friends?"

Aldaer couldn't have killed Torg with any army, they both knew that, Torg had taught him almost everything, Torg had magic strong enough to cast aside anything that Aldaer could attempt.

"We both know that I could never come here at the bidding of Makiram or any Cjaos Lord."

Torg was quiet, "Then what has befallen you, my student?"

"I was decieved, I used the heels of armies to destroy all that I loved and now I find myself surprised when I cannot love. I pledged my alleigance to the darkness a thousand times with the blood of my family and the crops of my father, and they cast me aside," tears of rage welled up in his eyes, "I am no hero, Torg, I will never be a hero, but I want my revenge. It takes a hero to deny himself vengance, Torg, and so I have come to ask you to help me, to guide me again, to show me the way."

The cave was silent, the ancient cloak and amulet sat idly at Torg's side as they always had.

The ancient golem sage's alabaster eyes stared into Aldaer.

He tossed the cloak and amulet to Aldaer, his mouth opened solemnly to instruct.

 

[SKILORD]

((OOC: Well you implied that I knew about the cave beforehand. As for the weaving it together bit... bah))

 

[raistlin291]

Born in a settlement of his type, he saw nothing wrong with being a lycanthrope. Until the monsters came. Weilding there holy magic, they said that lycanthropy was a disease, and that all infected are criminals under holy law. They slaughtered everyone. The only survirors, were dragged off for expirements. He was the only escapee. His parents were among the bodies he never found. His only goal then, and now, was to find the bodyies of his parents, and avenge there deaths. Now, he wanders the land, abhoring religion and wielders of holy magic.

I will need to stat sheets, one for human, other for wolf form.

Name: Feran(Human form), Fang(wolf form)
CCF Name: raistlin 291
Homeland: somewhere in the Parentir Mountain Chain
Occupation: Warrior/Mage
Primary: Find his parents bodies and avenge there deaths
Secondary: amass enough wealthe and power to rebuild his home village
Religion: None
Alignment: unpretictable, will do whatever needed to achieve goals. No preference to good or evil.
Magical talent: Human form: proficient in druidic magic, especially the summoning of temperory wolf familiars. Wolf form: no magic
Strength: Human form: average, by human standards
Wolf form: astounding
Stamina: Human form: very little Wolf Form: astounding
Agility: Human form: above average Wolf form: astounding
Charisma: Human form: above average Wolf form:none
Intelligence: Human form: astounding Wolf form: very low

Abilities
*Lycanthropy- transforms into a wolf human hybrid when in danger. Transformation umstoppable under full moon

Magical abilities (human form only)
*proficient in destruction magic
*extremely proficient in druidic magic of speaking to animals and summoning wolfs and others to fight for him

Alchemy
*unkown to him at this time

Amith and armourer: horrible
Various craft skills: excellent at working with wood and other natural materials, horrible at woking with metal and other such things

Description- Human: fairly young, with unkempt black hair and feral eyes. Wolf: a large wolf that stands on its hind legs and has opposable thumbs.

Weilding
*On head- a giant wolf skull, hollowed out into a helmet, it is the focus for his magic
*On Body- a wolf pelt
*On hands- Human: a small staff with another wolf skull on it. Wolf: fights with claws or a huge greatsword of geant proportions. May also fight with double great axes.
*Backpack- a huge canvas with a map of all the places he has been, and a pair of greataxes.

OOC- will change if needed.

 

[Gelion]

"Pleased to meet you Circon. I think I've heard about you." said Tarantir thinking "Of course I heard about him. This is about the worst and most interesting day of this year. Lets make use of it."
"I'll be honoured to join in your quest, but I'd like some more information" said Tarantir:
- who are Venetii and why did you visit them?
- what is my mission on your quest? and whats my reward?
I do believe that no human should ever become immortal. If you know our history you should know we had a lot of troubles as a nation just because some trio decided to become Gods. I'm happy to say that I helped fix that" said Tarantir - "now what of my questions?"

Tarantir thought: "this guy is surely immortal and does not say a half of an eigth of what he really wants. Seems like I'll have long talk with Azura soon. Or not?"......

(OOC: not much to go on, but I have so good things for the later part)...

 

[Erik Mesoy]

"Venetii is a nation in the far south, which I was visiting in order to secure certain magic books such as the one I have mentioned was stolen. You probably dislike me, but you should think it far worse to have them loose. I don't suppose you'd want any of their belongings, or the book with the immortality by true words, so I ponder what reward would interest you. I could offer a fist-sized ruby, but I have this suspicion that wealth doesn't appeal to you. Would you care to name something?
Your mission if you come with me is to dispatch Scribes, their life-books, or both. If one destroys the life-book only, they can write a new one in a few hours, and if the life-book is left intact, over time its magic will recreate the person described in it. Surely you see why it is easier to be two.
As to your concern... do not trouble over it. I am immortal, yes, but hardly a god. I do not aspire to that. I have power enough of my own, and several gods are already offended at me. They are powerless to strike at me for now though.
Enough."
Circon snaps his fingers and conjures up a sphere of light, which diminishes to a translucent ball through which he views a faraway room.
"Half of magic is effort, as you might know. The other half is hiding the effort."
The scene grows to half a metre in size, six men are writing in a room. Suddenly their books are gone. All of them take out steel blades and decapitate themselves in a near-ritual fashion.
"This happened almost two weeks ago. I have had poor luck watching them."
The bodies collapse, then seem to fade to dust that blows away.
The scene changes several times, following one person after another, they are unmistakably the same as the ones earlier.
"The latest of these is three days old.
My preferred way of traveling is by the Land of Dreams. I will open the gate soon; are you willing to come with me?"

OOC: In addition to AIM, I'm now logged on MSN as erikmesoy AT yahoo DOT com, so talk to me if you can...
SKILORD, you're writing great, shall I put in Torg's answers or do you want to keep advancing your own plot?
raistlin, nice backstory, just start posting.

If anyone is inactive for a while I may start steering them a little, just so you know, so nobody is "tied up" too long...

 

[Tyrion]

Thraxious watched as the Druid went about his work of recreating the forest.

"You have no place here tree friend!" Thraxious called out.

The druid spun about but the vampire was gone.

"This forest is lost to you. Fool! You can do no more but leave. I warn you if you will not leave me in peace my disciple and i shall seek out forests all over the land and do the saem. Great as you are i doubt you can deal with fires all over the kingdom. Leave now or watch your precious forests die. We will live forever and we can easily keep you running around from one end of the kingdom to another. Make your choice!"

 

[Insane_Panda]

Gaius, after his long journey to the Doge's manor, arrived, and took his bags to the gate. He knocked on the large doors, called for the Doge's name twice, and waited for a response.....

OOC: Could you write a small portion for me telling me what the doge requested of me. After that I will write more, but I am pressed for time right now.

 

[Erik Mesoy]

OOC: Tyrion, burning several forests that way is likely to get mobs with pitchforks, stakes and torches after you. Baaad move. The Druid is leaving as soon as I can write a story, so be happy.

Insane_Panda:
The guards emerged almsot before Gaius had finished calling. Quickly hustling him inside, he was greeted by the Doge himself, who led him in to a private chamber. "Is the ward set?" Vitalia asked of a magician standing by. "Almost," he replied, raising his hands. "It requires only the entry of the participants before I seal it off."
"Good. Gaius, come in here. We will have to discuss this privately." The Doge motinoed for him to sit down on a silken recliner sofa and the magician snapped his fingers. A grey blur seemed to fil the doorway.
"We are now safe. Torell there is in my private employ for such things. Now, I would have your opinion on this text."
Vitalia produced a book from a nearby table. It was thick, dusty and written in spidery handwriting.
"I procured from a merchant from the east. Only a few chapters are decipherable, the rest are incomprehensible. But those I have seen describe detailed anatomy, medicine, and several strange mechanical constructs. This last is why I wanted you. You have to help me understand these, and then you will go and see if any more books of the sort are avaialable. I know that they exist. You will have guards when you leave, of course"
Gaius sat in silence, staring at the mechanical diagrams in the book. Such complexity! Some of them he had imagined, but now he had the drawings. And there were more?

 

[raistlin291]

Feran walked into his first human city. They were everywhere. He could smell their stench, the stench of killers, beggars, and thieves. This place was not fit to live in. But he had followed the killers here. His revenge would be completed once they were dead. He knew who they were now as well. They were those of the Cult of Blood, doing acceptable evils in day, and completing evil rituals at night. They worshipped a Lich for their diety. It was an evil practice, but he was so powerful as to give them holy magic from their worship. First, he had to find them. Then, he would rip them apart with his bare claws!
"No, no, I mustn't think like that. I have to supress him around theses parts, or he might come out," he muttered.
"What you talking about? You crazy or summat," a street vendor said. "well, I do believe that crazy people are entitiled to be, relieved, of there money."
Out of the alley jumped a large number of burly thugs. He lost control. He transformed.

Feran woke up in a prison cell. He strained to remember what had happened. He could remember stopping the goons, but his humanity prevented Fang from killing them. The entire street had come at him after that. He had fought as long as he could, but numbers could overwhelm any strength. They thought he was evil, and as his vision swam in front of his eyes, he realized that he was going to die. But he had not. From the smell, he was in the lower part of the city of Sharn, possibly even the foundation for one of Sharn's many towers that reached the sky.

"I..remember," he muttered.
He had pulled the sewage grate off from the street, and had ran away until he could not longer smell there stench. He had hidden in here, but had not locked the cell.
"I could escape here rather easily," he thought. Just then, he saw a flitting of feral eyes.
His wolves?!! His wolf companions had entered the city. That must mean...but, no, how could they have followed him here. It was the Cult of Blood, they had found him.

 

[SKILORD]

The wind rattled on outside of the icey cave, Arla sat there impatiently.

Aldaer stepped slowly out of the cave, cloak in hand, wearing the new amulet.

"Are we ready?" She asked.

"We have to go to Harristung, its a short ride."

She frowned, and it occured to him that she might well have plans of her own, he didn't care anymore, he couldn't care anymore, he had begun his own journey now and everything else was of secondary importance until Makiram lay dead at his feet.

"What sort of trust do you expect in Harristung?"

Aldaer frowned fiercely, "It is something I will deal with when I get there."

She seemed dissapointed, he didn't care, she had brought him back to Torg, something he would never have been able to do by himself and he was truley grateful, but there were more important things now.

Aldaer hopped onto his horse and flipped the cloak over his back, and he floated invisible into the snow.

 

[SKILORD]

Aldaer stood outside of the Harristung bar, his hand touching the handle lightly, nearly afraid to turn it.

The door swung slowly open, creaking with each motion, Aldaer stepped in, Arla nearly tiptoed behind him.

he walked to the bar, leaning confidently across it, his heart pounded desperately in his throat, calling for every retreat, "Lovely weather, isn't it?"

The bartender laughed, "Sun ain't shining yet, is she?"

"Hardly, it looks like rain for the next week."

"Wish there were summat to be done about that."

"Some say there are men who want the weather changed, I've always believed that where there's a will, there's a way."

The Bartender smiled at the perfectly recited lines, "Have I shown you our weather mage before?"

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He stepped into the back room, a gray shadow of conspiracy was cast from every candle's flame, the men who sat gathered tight around them cast suspicious eyes to him and to Arla, he stepped confidently to the front of the crowd, his charisma poured out frantically, his smile was forced onto his face desperately.

"They called me Aldaer of Gorgya, my father was once a noble of our motherland."

"Aldaer of Gorgya?" the voices whispered to each other.

"The traitor?" the question was adressed to him.

Aldaer was silent for a moment, touching and tasting the word as it rolled sloppily in his mouth, "traitor..." he whispered.

He swallowed and picked up his amulet, lifting it to the crowd, "Those of you who posess wisdom and knowledge know this amulet, it is a golem knowledge amulet. It is one of only a handful and it was held by one of the few golem mages still alive in this realm, in this world. If I killed this golem then I would not be here tonight, I would need neither cloak nor daggar to overwhelm you. But I am here tonight because Torg the greatest of the Golem mages has sent me, has placed his trust in me. My name is Aldaer, I am a man who has made mistakes as any of us have. Few are prouod of their mistakes, few are brazen about them and those of us marked with mistakes that burn so fiercely that they are all that we can be remembered for hold little hope for absolution as we can never regain trust to make our amends. I have been given a second chance by Torg, the golem mage and the very sould of the ancient Confederation that we all adore. I intend to use that chance and I intend to avenge my motherland, and I intend to clear my record. If there is a man alive who can defeat the Cjaos masters on the battlefield it is I, if there is a man with a fierce enough drive to topple their unholy empire, it is I. Traitor once, perhaps, but a patriot forever."

The men were silent before him, his words dipped into them and he was nearly amazed as no daggars were drawn, they considered him, he realized as the moments crawled by.

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((OOC: For future reference because of the fact that you called it a cloack of imperceptability rather than one of mere invisibility I intend to use it as one which not only evades sight, but one which also keeps spells intended to notice Aldaer from noticing him, among these spells will eventually be the mid reading spell of Makiram's chamber and any spells that he tries to use to find Aldaer when Aldaer is wearing the cloak, which is most of the time though he does flip back the hood when he needs to be polite etc. so there are loopholes, but for most of the time it protects him from any identification)) ((As for the effects of the amulet of knowledge, I'm still pondering how far is fair and appropriate for me to take that baby and what powers to describe it as posessing.))

 

[Tyrion]

I cant continue until you write that bit about the druid.

 

[Erik Mesoy]

OOC: Sorry, I've been busy with a weekend away and DROD. Stories will be crap right now.
Skilord: The cloak makes people not care about you, so not invisible. You just seem very average, like any commoner that everybody will ignore. If someone is told to shoot at you, though, they'll hit just as easily.
Harristung?

Stories:
The Druid walked out of the forest, cursing. He hoped a patrol could come along. Preferably in the daytime. Right now they stood a better chance than him. He cursed and transported himself away through one of the largest remaining trees Far away, somewhere he might find better allies against the pair of vampires...

The crowd was awed. So was Aldaer. He realized he might be raising an army. These people had been shocked, now his words were settling. "Seize your advantage!" came a small voice out of the amulet. "Youse has them roused, but if yer dont do summat they'll settle down, and the town guard will be all over us!"

 

[SKILORD]

you just suck all of the fun out of everything, don't you?

bah, I'll take my cloak of averagenesshood and my talking (and kinda scary) amulet.

 

[SKILORD]

Harristung.

In case you haven't noticed I'm modelling the Dixye Confederation after the South (The Confederate States, Dixie) with Aldaer being Aldaer of Gorgya (Georgia). It was originally Harrisburg but I felt that that didn't fit.

 

[fantasmo]

Must ask, if I join, can disco dancing be one of my abilities?

 

[Gelion]

Erik I'm going to take my time to write

 

[Erik Mesoy]

SKILORD: Oh, ok. I get it.
fantasmo: Sure I'd like a PM of your char first though.
Gelion: Can I get a hint?