RPNES- Adventures in Ansei

[erez87]

Another lesson passes, and another…
Teacher: “Class you are listening? Ok good to know. As we talked Telekinesis is a very hard to master magical power. Not many people get the gift of being very good at it from the start but as you all know we have a gifted witch right in our class. Willow do you want to show them?”
Willow: “No Teacher, I don’t think it will be good.”
Teacher: “Good answer, I’m happy to see you aware of you disadvantages in magic, just like everyone in class.”


As high school ended willow and her friends went to their homes. At home her close teacher George was waiting in her house.
George: “Willow. You are at school for a lot of time now, You graduated 2 years ago, you have nothing else to learn at school, Now it’s time you go to the big world, to learn more to grow and maybe to train yourself in taking over your magical powers…”
Willow: “But I’m so afraid, what if I’ll start using magic and never stop? I might turn evil and something… And with the news from the Red Mountains I don’t think more evil is needed.”
George: “Yes I know of your problems with black magic. But I had those problems to. When I was 23 I begun learning magic and by 30 I was very good at it. I remember that after graduating I begun using magic all the time until all my energies drained. The magic took over me…”
Willow: “But you know it’s different with me! Even my body is changing while using magic. It’s becoming scaring how bad it comes to be…you remember with the troll training? That we fought against a troll that came into the village... You remember what I did and what happened after?
*** Feedback***
“A troll horde is coming into the village! Everyone is called to the fighting!”
“Maybe it’s a good time all our students will start using their powers? This is a great exercise…”
“Yes call the all”

While going fighting the trolls many of the students used many kinds of Magic’s. Several used the forest all around as traps by using earth magic. Some threw very nice sized fireballs. But there was one great student. Willow.
After her teacher tolled her to kill the evil trolls invading the village she used most of her powers. Using telekinesis she threw half of her kitchen sharp tools at many of the trolls. She killed 2 in that way. But after the trolls were beaten Willow kept on using magic. She stopped 10 trolls from moving and one by one she killed them, Tarred them a part. Her teachers freaked out while she did it. Her eyes became more black than ever before while using magic, and than she turned to her teachers. With 2 big black eyes one of the teachers felt her power. She thrown him into the lake near the village and used to water to make him die there.
George stopped her before she killed him. He stopped her by making her use her magic on his Defense magic until all her energy drained.
Her teachers wanted her out of the school. The students were frightened, and she was even more.

***Back to today***
George: “Yes I remember well what happened. You know that today my defend magic I used will not stop you? You became more powerful than ever Dark-Word. You remember his story? The best student I ever had. 50 years ago, he destroyed the school and when coming to kill the teachers I have stopped him with that magic. The black magic took over him and made him evil, made him go against his friends. And you should know that you must work if you don’t want it happen to you to.
You must go to the world and continue learning…”
Willow: “Fine I will go tomorrow, alone I guess…I hope I won’t became Dark-Word…”
George: “I know you won’t good night, sleep well.”
Willow: “Bye.”
My color shall be purple, closest to bacl exapt normal color...

 

[Civanator]

OOC: I don't resolve anything unless it is in my storyline. you can resolve it, but don't make it boring like "And he easily slashed the throats of the trolls and was on his merry way." That is why this is an RP, so you don't have to wait on one person to resolve anything. Be creative and imaginative

Also- I will be inactive for a day or two do to my concussion i got during my football game sunday.

 

[RoddyVR]

occ: ok. thanks. will try our best.

@Heine:
The dagger would have hit its mark, but the Troll stumbled just moments before it struck and the blade only sliced at the trolls cheek. This enraged the troll to no end and he ran at Sir Lampar in a blind rage, roaring like a hungry lion. As he neared Sir Lampar (now far ahead of his comrade) he swung his massive club.........

Gwyneth was nearing the source of the smoke she had seen the previous day, but now she wasnt sure it was a village. Maybe a single cottage in the middle of the forest, but not a village. For the last 2 hours she had had the sensation that someone was watching her. The sun would be going down in about an hour and (assuming it was just her immagination) she did not want to let her immagination run wild during the night.
She'd been made nerveous enough by the eery feeling to grow a needle arrow into her bow and keep the bow in her hands as she walked.
All of a sudden she heard a twig snap directly behind her, she turned in place, at the same time brining her bow up to be ready to shoot at whatever was behind her. when she turned around and she gasped at............

if someone would be nice enough to tell me what/who she saw (and weather she shot at it if you want), i would greatly appreciate it.
if you need ideas, you're in no way restricted to these, but i was thinking along the lines of: a beast/monster, an inhabitant of teh forest (like elf or hunter, wheater good or evil), OR... YOUR character if you'd like.
and again, to speed things up alittle, if you want you can have Gwyneth shoot her bow off either "from surprise" or cause whatever is there deserves an arrow in its ass, and give the "target's" response.

 

[Civanator]

OOC: People! no one resolves your conflicts for you! I'm sorry if I mislead you, but this is Roleplaying, not an NES. You can resolve your own conflicts, but don't make it super easy. Well, it is an NES, but without all the moderation. This is suppose to be where anything can happen. You tell them what you saw, unless another character is with you, and you can let them see. The point is to prevent the dreaded "Autoing". Ok...

IC:

*Shadow stood there, grinning at Gwyneth. His green eyes were the only source of light that could be seen in the pitch black darkness. She let the arrow go and he casually moved his head.*

"What's a girl doin' in a forest all by her lonesome? Did ya get lost? If so I can take ya to the nearest village if ya want."

*Shadow crossed his arms and leaned against a tree and waited for Gwyneth to reply.*

 

[Erik Mesoy]

This sounds incredibly fun.

Now that I got Civanator's PM, I'll join.

My Character is Circon, a Spellsword (from Payem-Oht, by his accent) with a dark past.

He carries a bone-white sword, its material known to none. None wish to know.
It can sometimes drain the life from a target he strikes- at a price. His own soul. And every moment that he carries it, it drains his own stamina.
Circon is on the side of Good, but his powers come from having one foot in shadow. He practises little magic, but that which he does know is powerful. His dark eyes are without pupil, and like unto those of a Basilisk, any who meet them will feel uncomfortable, as if their soul is being scoured.
A black cape hides his body from view. The skin on his head is drawn and waxy.

Circon has poor social capabilities, little stamina, little affection.


<ooc>Feel free to innately dislike me. Civanator/Shadowbane is probably the only char I'll match with.</ooc>
<ooc>lmsw08233, its very noticable that you are reading Raymond E Feist. And you think "Celeborn" was pinching?</ooc>

Struggling once more against the soul-sapping sword, Circon advanced towards the dragon's cave. He touched the sword to the ground and muttered some words under his breath. Although the grass was dry, the blue-green fire barely caught. Sweating from the strain, Circon placed a finger in the middle of the flame. He pointed towards the cave. A lance of flame shot up from the ground to follow his finger, then leapt towards the dragon's cave. He drew the sword and walked in.

The unearthly fire provided light for his eyes alone. The cave twisted an turned, but soon he saw a large orange dragon on a pile of treasure. He released his hold on the "fire". Now it would attempt to scour out everything nearby. The dragon fought it with its own flames. The two fires, one blue-green, one red-yellow, seemd to feed off each other. Wherever the dragon breathed, its fire won, but it could not be in all places.
Casting his cape over his head, Circon walked around to a side passage. He neatly hamstrung the dragon and stepped into the passage.
The dragon kept turning, spewing its flame everywhere. Its neck was exposed, seared by cold flame, and Circon was about to step forward for a killing blow when someone pricked him on the shoulder....
<ooc>Anybody whos role would fit can claim to be the person pricking me. For example Heine could write (the trolls cave leads far into the mountain?), but it could be anyone.
If someone doesnt claim it, it'll be
A: prisoner of the dragon
B: mage who failed his teleport
C: spirit from beyond the grave, a "friend" of Circon.
You can vote for these!



Name: Circon
CFC Name: Erik Mesoy
Race: Once human, now closer to a living dead
Homeland: Unknown
Occupation: Rooting out evil, attempting to save his soul
Primary: Swordsman
Secondery: Death magic
Religion: Mainly atheist, he has forsaken the gods
Alignment: Considers himself good...
Magical Talent:High
Strength: Low
Stamina: Low (medium when not carrying sword)
Agility: Average
Charisma: Bad
Intelligence: Good

 

[Angelscotboi]

OOC: @ Erik. Yeh but I didnt think anyone would notice the Raymond E Fiest references.

IC:
"Flame Lancet!"

Three bolts of flame blast out of the underbrush of the trees towards the Undead human.
Striking him; he suddenly bursts into flame with a bone-chilling shriek, the undead creature is suddenly animated as it leaps around the clearing squealing as if in pain, and suddenly collapses to the ground with a final groan and dissolves into ash blowing away in the wind.

"Disgusting creature..." Kalane says aloud to himself as he steps out of the underbrush, "I am glad I am of the Path of Flame, the undead die so much easier by holy fire..."

"More of them will come apprentice" Kalane turns to see his master come into the clearing, "And nice shot by the way."
"Thank you master" Kalane smiles under the praise, "And what do you mean more will come?"

"The dead do not usually travel alone..." Tomas replies, "They move together for a purpose, there will be others nearby."
"Then we must move on before more come" Kalane states drawing a nod from his master.

 

[RoddyVR]

OOC: ok, so then what we're going for here is an intertwined story? is that it?

"AAHHH, Sorry!!! You scared the Sap out of me. What's with the sneaking behind people? You could get shot like that, not to mention give me a heart attack."

Gwyneth was trying to figure out what species this "man" was. In the darkness it was hard to see anything but his eyes, which glowed very eerily. The fact that they were green made her think that he might be of a Druid race, but she'd never heard of a Druid's eyes glowing. For the moment she decided that his sence of humor was a good indication and that an eery eyed stranger was better then the horrid immages her immagination was conguring up.

"I was just heading to that thin colomn of smoke i'd seen earlier, do you know what it is? I was hoping it would be a druid village, but now i think its too thin to be a village's fire, more like a cabin in the woods.
I've been teleported into this forest and am not even sure what side of the world i'm on. Can you tell me where we are? And if you would be so kind as to guide me to a village, i would greatly appreciate it."

She hadnt wanted to admit that she was completely lost, but for some reason, she felt she could trust this green eyed stranger not to take advantage of her relatively dire situation.

"I'm Gwyneth by the way. Forest Druid Archer by training. May i ask who you are?"

 

[erez87]

“Willow come already! What else you need to take? Why not taking the house and that’s it…” That was Shrin. She was a good friend of Willow since day one of the school. Unlike Willow she mastered the powers of Water. She wasn’t very good in other elements magic or any other kind of magic exept regular black magic, that was just not that strong. Unlike Willow her powers did not took over her, and she knew how to use a sword very well. Her father gave her a Sword when she was 3 years old and since than she learned to use it.
When willow and Shrin graduated from school Shrin left it and moved to a house in the village but have stopped learning at the school. Willow continued to learn at the school. Shrin belive that that is the reason why She can control her powers while Willow can’t. After hearing Willow is going out of the School to find adventures and learn more she decided to join Willow.

The two girls began moving on roads only. Both didn’t want to go too much into the forest. Willow might be strong but she can’t control this strength yet. And Shrin was strong in water magic… And how much water could there be freely in a forest?
For several days both walked until reaching the Small village “Arkida” (OOC: it’s not on the map I know, It’s just a small village…)

In the village both were very surprised to see George, Willow closest teacher and friend of both. He tolled them he teleported himself to there to buy stuff for the school. He was glad to see Willow finally on her road, and Shrin on her road to more learning to. When he had to go back home he gave both a bag with some food and resources for magic. He also added to willow a small piece of Paper. He tolled her to read what that is written only if she is in great trouble against a strong magic.

And than Willow and Shrin continued on their way…

 

[Heine]

OOC: No time for new story today, will get it in tomorrow.
And if Lampar not die, I will surely help Circon (why do you always use that name?).

 

[Civanator]

OOC: Roddy, this is kinda like a "play it by ear" thing. You kinda go with the flow

*Shadow chuckled. He knew Gwyneth was nervous. He walked to her so she could see him.*

"I'm a Shadow, from the Shadowblood Clan. You probably won't find another shadowblood around for many miles. My name is Shadowbane, or Shadow. And sure, I'll take you to that cabin in the woods."

*Shadow turns around and starts to walk towards the direction where the smoke was coming from.*

 

[erez87]

After 3 days of walking Willow on Shrin came to the end of the road and begun talking on if to go back or enter into the forests. Both didn’t knew where they are heading for anymore, they were much further from their old school and the villages around it.
Willow wanted to enter the forest while Shrin knew they could not defend themselves there. “We could defend ourselves if we will work together. I might not be controlling my magic well, and there might not be much water, but you have your sword…”
“Yes 1 sword….” Shrin answered.
“So what? I will use my magic if we will get into too much trouble and if it will be even more I’ll use the magic George wrote on that paper…”
“I’m still afraid, but you’re the leader” shrin was giggly “So we will go to the forest.”


As they entered the forest night already started coming so they decided to neither camp where they are or continue to some kind of life ahead of them. And there was something ahead of them. 1 column of smoke was right ahead of them. Shrin thought they should go to there but Willow wasn’t too sure. “What if it’s trolls or another creature house?” She said, scared. “And what if it’s one of those druids or a forest magician? Who knows?” Shrin rushed to answer.
“Yes who knows? It might be even worse that trolls. We should go there by day not night.”
“Ok you’re the leader” Shrin quickly answered with a disappointed face.


Night went well for their first day in the forest. They were still could see the road but it was behind them. And both knew that where it’s going to stay.


I’ll continue more after Roddy and\or civanator write their own stories.
After all I didn’t made up that smoke Roddy did.

 

[Erik Mesoy]

<stupidquestion>Can we say that the smoke Roddy made up was an earlier hideout of the dragon i made up, just so all the characters can meet?</stupidquestion>

Heine, please dont say you will post a story of how you help me. Post a story, or leave it open. Right now, its open.

Sorry for not posting any IC stuff?

 

[Civanator]

OOC: Sure, the smoke can be the dragon's lair. That could be why the smoke was there in the first place

 

[GenMarshall]

Character Profile=
Name: Mara Jade
Rank: High Colonel
CFC Name: CivGeneral
Race: Human
Homeland: Unknown
Occupation: Assassin and Jade Commando Commander
Age: About 20ish
Religion: Jedism
Weapons of choice: Any thing she can get her hands on
Magical Talent: Psycic abilities and mind influencing abilities
Strength: High
Stamina: Acceptable
Agility: Very High
Charisma: Average
Intelligence: High
Weakness: Occcasonal uncontrollable rage
Description: A strikingly beautiful woman known for her flame-red hair and
piercing green eyes, Mara Jade grew up as an orphan after her
parents were killed early in her life. Little in known about her
young adulthood.

 

[Erik Mesoy]

As the fire kept raging in the cavern, Circon whirled to see who had touched him. It was a withered, brittle-looking old woman. What little was left of her hair was long since greyed. Quite probably a prisoner of the dragon. Why it had kept her, he had no idea. "Lord..." she wheezed and collapsed. "If you kill the dragon... please... take me with you..."
Circon turned in disgust from the near-corpse to look for an opening in the dragons hide. The sword suddenly tingled. It turned incandescent for a moment, then stopped.
Then he saw it. Behind the dragon's wing, two bones dividing, and no scales.
As he stabbed, the sword suddenly pulled him after, leaving him sprawled over the dragons tail. A white-hot bolt narrowly whizzed over his head and struck the dragons eye.
He pulled the sword out and jumped back. The dragon was utterly mad now, and would die in minutes. Circon look at the old woman. She must have been more mad than dead if she tried to kill me with a dragon in here, he thought. On one thin arm, a jangle sounded and a bracelet tumbled down. Spots of amber light danced on it.
Circon gasped. He brought the flat of the deathly sword down on the old womans head.
There was a resounding clang. Illusion shimmered, mist cloaking the form in front of him. Out of it, a red ball jumped.
Desperately mouthing words of power, sticking his hand into a pocket of his cloak, Circon hoped it was not too late for him to...

OK, story open for anyone to post next part.





Civanator, here's a moderating idea:
At times, you post a "goal", and everyone starts writing stories of how they (plan to) go there and do whatever task is needed. Set loose frames for events, let the players write the story. Example: "You, you and you, find some underground caves. You and you, head into a forest and fight one strong monster with an artifact."

 

[Gladinia]

Asking permission to enter with this char

Name: Adriana
Race:Wolf
Homeland:The mountains of Tayem-Ayem
Gender:Female
Primary:Fighter
Secondary:Woodswolf
Abilities:
-Resistant to small minor spells
-Front claws can destroy any form of magic
-Enough telepathy to communicate
Weaknesses: Denies magic (The kind: "Nyah nyah Im resistant to magic, you cant hurt me." *Gets burnt to cinders*.)
Cant wield a thing ( except coats light armour etc etc.)
Major skills:Sneaking, Tracking, Restoration, Forage,
Minor skills:Telepathy, Light armour,(when she can find it and get help to put it on.), Sense life, Sense Evil, Detect Alignment
Wielding:Nothing
Stength:Good
Stamina:Great
Agility:A bit over mediocre
Charisma:Baaaaaad, Nobody wants to go out with a wolf!
Intelligence:A bit under normal
Description:
Build: Wide over most of the body
Height: 1.10m ( from paws to shoulder )
Face: A normal wolf-face at first glance, but then, suddenly you see a glimt of intelligence in those blood-red eyes, and thats when you start backing away...

History:
I dont remember much before the day when a human in funny coloured clothes came to our den and took me and my siblings with him to some kind of human den. I remember that i was a normal wolf, the smallest in a litter of eight. The day when the human came was the day when everything began I think. As I have said, the human took me and six of my siblings with him to his den (A den above ground. Ewwww). I remember seeing two of his pack-mates there. The one that had taken us barked gnufh gnufh and took out a strange leafless branch and pointed it at me, and said gnufh gnafh and suddenly there was a red thing around me.
Then his pack-mates also took out straight, leafless branches at me and began howling Abberaaa Kaberrra Alaaakannaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam. Then i started thinking: These two-legs are really moronic.
I clawed the red thing, and it disappeared. Then I ran out, while the two-legs were still howling.

<OOC>Three mad mages captured some wolves to test a new spell on, this one changed in some Frank N. Stein-like way that we don't want to know about. This wolf gained abilities like claw to destroy magic etc.</OOC>

You said use your imagination

 

[Sheep]

Character Profile=
Name: Manfred von Carstein
CFC Name/Aim Name: sheep2/sheepmaddrell
Race: Vampiric/ Undead/ fomer Human
Homeland: The Forrests of Sylvannia in the nation of Bretona
Occupation: Vampric Lord, rules a small nest of 4 other lesser vampires and a small continegent of unded in the mountains of Ansei
Age: 2,569 Cycles(Years), Appears 35 Cycles(Years)
Religion: The Lore of Necormancy
Alignment: Pure Evil (Like all Vampires)
Magical Talent: Path of Necromancy Level 3
Strength: Strong
Stamina: Long
Agility: Very High
Charisma: Low
Intelligence: High, but slightly insane
History: Manfred was once the ruler of the Vampiric naiton of Sylvannia in the forests of Brentoa. However 1000 years ago he was caste down from his postion by the ursurper Vlad von Carstein. Hence Manfred ventures forth very infrequently, however leaves his hideaway in the mountains for blood, plotting the revenge on both the people in the land of his exile and Vlad to return to the throne of Sylvannia.

Desciption:

Height: 7ft 6in
Hair: Black, long, mane-like
Eyes: Black
Complextion: Pale
Clothes: A Black Cape adorned by a skull, along with a a red doublet, with golden armour. Black trousers.
Weapons: A large greatsword, known as the frostblade which is able to cut through any known material with ease, the Carstein Ring, giving Manfred the ability to regenerate his wounds, and the cursed book of Nagash, the ancient lore of necromancy.

Other: Manfred is losing his hold on reality and sooner or later will snap, when this happens no-one will know. He has the following powers:

Call Winds: Creates a powerful storm in the locale of the vampire.
Walking Death: Incites terror in his opponents.
Wolf Form: Able to transform in the giant form of a Dire Wolf of Sylvannia.
Bat Form: Changes into a Bat.
Invocation of Nehek: Summon Skeletons and Zombies to rise from the graves and fight their former comrades.
Hand of Dust: Anything the Vampire touches while he is using this spell will age 100 years in a day.
Gaze of Nagash: magic missile.

 

[erez87]

Day has passed and the smoke seemed closer and closer when Shrin heard a voice in the forest. “What is that?” She asked with scared eyes… Willow hurried to answer, “Why should I know… maybe we should try to find out somehow?” “Of course we should and I’m sure you don’t want to use magic so I will…”
Shrin took out of her beg a small box opened it and in them there was a tiny crystal ball full of water and begun to chant…
“Blue water
White waves
Show me the creature that stand ahead”

After saying it 3 times the water in the ball begun to shine in a blue light…
“Wow that woman, it’s not a human… it’s a, how it’s called? Druid! And next to her all I see it’s 2 green circles moving next to her, you think she know magic?”
“No. That’s a shadow man. George talked to me about them. He said ‘If you ever fight one know that they are very hard to kill. They are fast and can turn into a shadow to get away from weapons at any time, even if you hold them with telekinesis. Only way to kill them…’ Well that part is not needed… I think their not going to fight us. Druids are peaceful…”
“If she is peaceful why she had a bow?” “Well for defend, peaceful doesn’t mean don’t know to fight…”

Willow and Shrin walked to the 2 characters ahead when they hide behind a tree. Shrin somehow made Willow use an Anti-Light magic that makes them both practically invisible… but they were there when they started to talk….
“Hey you two! Wait a second who are you!”

OOC Civanator, Roddy take the story from here

 

[Civanator]

*Shadow stops and sniffs. He smells two people following them. He turns around and looks at the two followers.*

"Hey there. What ya doin in this neck of the woods? Well, if ya wanna follow, ya gotta keep up. By the way, I'm Shadow, and this is Gwyneth. What's your names?"

OOC: Ok, everyone try to meet at that smoke column.

 

[erez87]

"I'm Shrin, thats Willow, were Wicca witches.
So I was right you are a Druid Gwyneth! Willow you can stop the Magic now... Willow?!"

With blac eyes willow freshed her head with some water from a bottle and answered.
"Yes yes, sorry the Magic got all mighty on me again. Hellow Shadow. So you are from the Shadowbone or whatever it's called group or another? I learned some stuff about shadow people.. Very hard to fine your minuses and weaknesses.. but luckily I have agood teacher... So Where you heading to? That Smoke? You have any idea what is it?"

Shrin: "If You all will want I could make a magick to see... but Willow said eariler she sense a strong life creature in thereOOC The dragon /OOC"So I guss we keep moving"...



OOC Please fix my english from time to time