RPNES- Adventures in Ansei

<OOC> If I'm accepted, please put my name on page 1...</OOC>

I ran and ran until I began to get hungry. So I caught a rabbit and ate it. Then I began to to wonder where I was.
I strained my senses to see if I could sense anything that would tell me where I was.
I smelt some smoke to the south. If it was a settlement this far into the wilderness, then there would probably be atleast one two-legs who could talk to me (Druid o.a.). After I had found out where I was I thought that that I would go back to Tayem-Ayem.
So I began to run. suddenly I felt that there was something good out there in the wilderness a bit to to the left of the settlement. Actually there were two good things, one fairly evil thing and one that was somewhere mixed, but not grey-shaded between good and evil. I slunk closer. now I could hear what they were saying. I couldent understand their strange cawing, but I understood that they were thinking of traveling towards he smoke that I had smelled.
I understood that one of the good two-legs was a nature-lover/Druid, so I telepathed thoughts to it:
who are you? What is your doing here?


<OOC> PM me If I got the alignments wrong and Ill fix it </OOC>
 

Character Profile=
Name: William Semao
CFC Name/Aim Name: Jason the King/JJ GiantsFan3000
Race: Human
Homeland: Aemrika - Homeland of this race of Humans -
Occupation: Healer
Age: 16 Cycles(Years), Appears 17 Cycles(Years)
Religion: Solaris - Moon God Worship
Alignment: Innocently Good
Magical Talent: Healer, but potential White and Black magic, though doesn't know yet.
Strength: Weak
Stamina: Acceptable
Agility: Very High
Charisma: Very High
Intelligence: High
Description: William is a relativly normal teenager, consisting of short brown hair, and relativly well built. He stands at a six foot hieght, his eyes are mysteriously green.
History: His family history is unknown to even himself, but what he does know is that he was kidnapped from his family when he was just in his third cycle, by a man in black. He was then taken to Ansei and somehow escaped from him, but he does not remember how. He was then found wandering the woods near Tang Mo and taken in by a White Mage to be his apprentice, and basically he became his father. The Mage's name was Loka Hai, but he mysteriously dissapeared just last year, and William has had to make it on his own for a year being a healer in the local temple to make his living on the generocity of others.

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It was a pretty slow day in the tavern, only three visitors had came in to worship Cerio. I remained in the temple all day, broke as a whistle. He needed money for food, he hadn't eaten all day and only a cruster the day before. I relied on someone to appear in the temple hurt and in need of his care, or, even better, someone near death. 'Pretty sad when you rely on someone being hurt in order to eat'. I began thinking of my future as a healer when suddenly a man dressed in a studded leather vest and pants (a hunter's clothing) busted through the eight-foot solid wood doors and made his way to the priest who was busy watering the Celestial Plants that made the temple holy. After only a second, the priest pointed to me and the man came running. My heart jumped as I knew I would finally be able to eat, and maybe have dessert - hunters are usually very well-off.

"Thou art a healer, yes?" he asked, a struck of fear upon his face.

"Why yes, but pray thee, what is the matter?" I returned the gesture of fear on my face in order to comfort him. In my long time as working as healer, I have learned that people like to share their feelings, contrary to what most would believe that I should look calm and comfortable.

"My horse, she has been struck by a gargoyal arrow. I believe it was a poison arrow! You have got to help me!" I suddenly knew that I would not have dessert on the acount that I usually do not get paid much for saving an animal.

Nonetheless, I followed him outside to notice a magnigicant brown mare to be laying on the ground, barely breathing, with the arrow grudged at least four inches into his chest. I quickly knelt down to the beast, and began to pray and meditate with my hands upon his chest. This was to tap into the beast's mana, what I would need to know what was wrong. His eyes began to flutter as my mind became part of his. I was ready.

"Humm nala ka - sa folla iso ahh" This was the chant for exolsion. It should expel the arrow from the wound without futher damaging or hurting the beast. As I continue to chant, I realized the arrow was caught upon a rib. Chanting louder, I closed my eyes to further my concentration. I felt a warm surge, my power, begin to flow through my body and into his. Faintly glowing, the arrow was nudged out of the animal. I broke concentration, pretty happy with the results of the second stage of healing this beast. My power was emerated through my skin as it began to glow a faint white.

Observing the wound, it did seem to be a poison arrow, the skin inside it touched was a pale green - rotten. I began to conjure up the spell for a complete weak-poison expulsion from the body, and a complete heal of the wound. After thinking a moment for the spell, I began to again close my eyes and meditate into a trans. I realized my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I began to chant.

"Gah gerel sed, phle iek heea" was the chant as I began to roll the words off my tounge. Placing both my hands, one over the other, ontop the wound I felt it begining to close. I also felt the poison, saturated into drops, form on the top of my hand as it was pulled from the body. It didn't take long, the beast was soon healed and I regained my posture of standing. I was still glowing, brightly, a side affect of my magic unique in only me that I have seen so far. After I broke my mana connection with the beast he immediately jumped up on all fours and was fine. Taking a rag out from inside my white robe, I suddenly noticed a huge crowd had formed around my, and after I smiled they began to applaud.

As the crowd broke up, I summoned the owner of the horse too me. He congratulated me and blessed me what seemed like three hundred times, violantly shaking my hand and laughing. As he pulled away I noticed he has slipped in my hand four gold coins! This was the most I have ever made from any healing. Happy that I could eat tonight, and probably for the rest of week, I subsided into the tavern.
 
Kalane stood to the left of Lord Tomas - his arms spread out mid incantation - Tomas looks briefly to him.

"No!" Tomas hisses, "Not yet!"

Kalane startled out of casting his spell looks at his master in confusion, who then guestures around the clearing which they had fled into from encroaching undead.

"They come..." Tomas, "And I dont think they are zimple Zombies this time Kalane; I think perhaps that Zombie you destroyed was a newly infected one - meaning there is a town or village nearby which the dead have attacked."
"If these are more than mere zombies then what are they master?" Kalane inquires, wondering how Tomas knows that it was not Zombie undead who approached.

"I sense them..." Tomas continues to stare off into the wood, "Ghouls...and a Lich..."
"A lich?!" Kalane exclaims in horror, "How can we fight an unknown amount of Ghouls AND a Lich???"

"We dont do anything Kalane" Tomas turns to regard his student, "You are going to leave - run and find help - you must warn the Humans that there is a Lich abroad in the land"
"What?" Kalane's eyes widen in disbelief, "But master my place is at your side!"

Tomas has no time to reply as 3 Ghouls - undead creatures similar to Zombies except they are quicker, more agile, and stronger - burst into the clearing from the wood rushing towards them.

"Chain of Lightning!" Tomas yells, as he throws forward his right hand at the end of weaving the spell, and from the tips of his fingers a bolt of lightning leaps from him to strike down the nearest approaching Ghoul; the lightning then jumps from the first downed Ghoul to the second one; and then from that Ghoul to the third.

Tomas turns to look at Kalane, shooting him a withering look.

"Run now Kalane!" Tomas orders, "Go now!"

Reluctantly Kalane nods his head and turns upon his hell , breaking into a run in the opposite direction from the approaching undead, as 4 more Ghouls enter the clearing and Tomas responds to their baying with a Rapid Missle spell - spell which lays down a barrage of magical firey arrows upon the spellcasters enemy.


Kalane runs; he runs for a good half an hour before he slows down to a walk.

He listens carefully for sound of pursuit or indeed any sound at all - there was none which for a wood was unusual.
Unable to see much in the thick woods Kalane climbs a tree to get a better look around.

From his perch upon the tree top he looks out over the canopy of the forest, and his attention is immediately drawn to the pillar of black smoke rising into the sun soaked skies away to the west - beyond the bounds of the forest.

'I wonder if that was the village the undead attacked?@ Kalane thinks to himself, 'Well theres one way to find out...'
 
Manfred and his four diciples, Voraz, Munas, Krystal and Niea awoke for the evening. Manfred called upon his followers it was time to find food and sustanence.

Now for a normal person this would be wheat, or vegetables, for a vampire the one true thing they crave is blood. They transformed themselves into the Dire Wolves of the Sylvannian forrests and sooner or later they would reach their goal.
 
Sorry, I don't have any time at all, I had nearly finished the story when my PC blacked out, and now I relize I don't have enough time, so I end with an short story.

The club flew down at Sir Lampar, forcing his sword to the air.
He blocked the club but was not aware of the other troll behind him.
He felt an great damage in his head and all went black.

Sir Lampar woke up, he was laying on the ground and could not move an mm.
"His awake" Said one of the trolls, with their strange accent.
"He shouldent be awake so soon," the other troll shouted, "To bad for him, then he is breakfest instead of dinner".
The troll took up his large sword, forcing it into Sir Lampar stomach, heart and head. He felt his life went away from him, and then it was nothing......
 
Blah, no-one posting next part of my story, will do it myself.Circon hoped it was not too late for him to...
...seal his life essence away.
This was a very dangerous spell, but on that has saved his life before. His hand closed around a perfect sphere of bone. He fell, backwards, still speaking magic, the words feeling like pebbles in his mouth.
"-agh krazana, karz etheli, OINADROS!" Circon cried. He stuffed the sphere into his mouth and swallowed.
As before, he felt the incredible strange sensation that he was dying. Still he was in control of his body. He felt like a walking corpse. He could only stay in this form for twenty heartbeats, or he would die in truth, his soul (or whatever was left of it) consigned to wandering the æther-plane for the rest of eternity. Any and all spells were denied to him.
The red orb of magic crashed into him. The Death spell. He recognized it. A "grave-vengeance" spell in truth, for it killed both caster and target.
Or would have, had Circon not already been dead. The bonesword swung forth, chopping away mist and slime. The thing fell headless.
Life returned. Circon choked up the orb of bone, now glowing black. He let fire incinerate the bracelet of the "thing", then turned his attention to the dying dragon.
At his command, Necromancy spells once again manifested themselves. The dragon screeched as the life was sucked out of it.
One part drained to restore himself fully. A second part seemed to flee within the dragon, which collapsed, a lifeless husk.
With a normal knife, he carved out the top part of the dragon's backbone. Life auras of all colors swirled from the dragon corpse into it. This powerful a creature would give a good spell component.
Not sparing a glance for the dragon's treasure, Circon pocketed his new bone orb and walked out, whistling a merry but disquieting tune.

Somewhere nearby, he felt a nightmare going on. Those were always interesting. He strode rapidly South, mind-listening to the nightmare. It was of a man being pursued by his conscience.
Foolish thing, a conscience. Circon had slain his long ago. All it did was moan during the day, and haunt you during the night.
Going through a forest, and heading towards a strange column of smoke behind the nightmare, he spied two great trolls with in the distance.

He wrapped himself in a cloak of blackness and strode forth.
As he came near, one of the trolls waddled over to the human.
"His awake" it said.
"He shudnt be awake so soon" said the other.
"Too bad for him, the he is breakfast instead of dinner".
The troll picked up a rusty but large sword and drove it into the man.


<ooc>RoddyVR, come back, we need you for a further story. And some wolf asked you something, scroll up for it.
<end ooc>
 
OOC: Civinator, i think you misunderstood what just happened.
by your post i assume you think someone just killed their own character off when in fact Eric just killed Heine's Character. I'm assuming to resurect him again, but dont quote me on that.

The two witches looked relatively friendly, and the fact that Shadow had clearly noticed them before they wanted to be revealed was a reasurance. It seemed to Gwyneth that she wouldnt have to be alone in this forest, after all.

Deciding that it was time to get her bearings, she asks the other 3:
"Does anyone know what forest this is? I was teleported here and still dont know what side of the world i'm on."
...."Who are you? What is your doing here?"....
"What was that? Did you hear that? What a strange sensation... It was like someone was talking to me from INSIDE my own head."

The voice sounded strangely familiar even though Gwyneth was sure she'd never heard any voice like that. It almost felt like a Creature Messenger, but it spoke words instead of ideas, which even the most powerfull Druids were unable to force an animal to do. Explaining human language to a creature would be like explaining the idea of a dry desert to a fish. While she was not sure what the result would be, she decided to treat the voice she just heard as a Creature Message and answered the question it had asked in her own mind.
"I am Gwyneth. Druid Archer by training. I am lost in this forest, though i've found some friends. Who and where are you? Do you need assistance? I hope you can hear me, though i cannot see what creature you are sending this message thought."

While she had been "talking" to her own head, the group had come to a clearing in the forest and to their, or atleast Gwyneth's, surprise saw that the smoke that had been heading towards was in reality comming from a........
 
<ooc>Events: Heine killed his char off due to time pressure
I wrote a story of Circon watching this
I obtained Heine's permission to do as described below.</ooc>


Circon watched the troll drive the sword into the man, almost vomiting. Any zombie now raised from that bloodless corpse would be even slower than normal. He drew a poisoned dart out of his pocket and flung it at the troll. It missed. :o . "Nguldi kwen-azha!" he swore. He tossed a second, hitting the corpse that the troll had just picked up. His vehement curses startled both trolls. The one dropped the body. The other picked up a club the size of Circon and started sniffing. Circon realized they would detect him soon.
His nerve, never very strong in situations with time to panic, began to desert him. Reaching inside his cape again, he screeched violently as he pricked himself on a poisoned dart. He brought it out, pulled off the cap on the end containing the antidote and drank it.
Once again, the strange precaution of keeping antidotes on his poisoned darts had saved him. Few would use poison anyway, but darts were even more uncommon due to this possibility.
He hauled out the last three darts, throwing them all at the two trolls stomping uncertainly towards him. One hit the first troll, then glanced off the thick skin. The second missed altogether. The third hit a troll in the mouth, and it swallowed. It must have been empty, for the troll was not immediately paralyzed.
Circon ran for it. The trolls could now both hear and smell him, which added to the danger.
Time to bring out his last trick for now. These were not that dangerous. In a pocket of his pants he kept six caltrops*. These he scattered on the woodland floor behind him. Ten meters later, he turned to look. One troll stepped on a caltrop or two, shrieked and sat down. Circon grinned as it sat down on another caltrop, then yelle its throat out. He drew the bonesword, forsaking the shadow of his cape, and delivered a killing blow.
The other troll? The dart it had swallowed had lodged in its throat. Its face was going from green to blue to black.
Circon neatly picked up and counted the caltrops. Then he lured, prodded and pushed the other troll back to the dead body of the warrior.
This bit of necromancy had to be done quickly. The troll was about to die of asphyxiation**, but it was still alive.
"Khez naradach. Aior furen." Circon chanted. He drew out a wand surmounted with a skull, the basic implement of any necromancer***, and pointed at the troll. More words, then he pointed at the corpse. Back and forth waved the wand, then a line of darkness sprang out of it, linking the wand, the troll and the corpse. "Altamalile endigo asnare! Marpelnia!"
The troll died, black lines wrapping around it. More lines drew into the dead body.
It sat up. The darkness died away.
 "Master" it croaked. Somewhere nearby, a bird began singing, unaware of the gruesome events that had just taken place.
"Your name?" said Circon. Lampar..i...was it said.
"Take a bow and shoot that bird." Circon ordered.
The zombie did so. The song ended as abruptly as it began.
The smile on Circon's face was colder than the icy wind that blows over the highest mountain in the furthest north.

"Follow!" said Circon. He started off towards the column of smoke again, guessing it to be a place burned by the dragon. He was whistling the disqueting tune again as he walked off, an undead following slowly in his footsteps.

*caltrops: Four-pronged metal objects, made of metal wire or something like it,shaped like a three-sided pyramid. When thrown, one point will always land up. Stepping on one is like getting a nail hammered into your foot.
**asphyxiation: Long word for dying by lack of air.
***A necromancer's basic implement is really the shovel. But a wand with a skull on is much cooler, really.

<OOC>Mega bonus points, and a good deal of aid from Circon, to anyone who can point out what word in my spells is the anagram of a country feared for its necromancers.
 
ooc: oh, didnt realize heine had suiceded. just ignore that part of my post i guess. lol. your footnotes are hilariuos. espesialy the last one. lol.
 
:'( I just wrote a nice story and lost it :(
So Anyway in short.
Willow tell all that she felt that talk between gwyneth and the wolf but never understood what it was.
Shrin offer a vote to if use a mgic to find about the smoke or not.
Oh And willow tell Geywenth about the forest, counrty etc... were in...
 
OOC: Oh re-write it properly ya lazy cow...:lol:
 
*Shadow turned around and looked at Gwyneth.*

"We're in the Stone Forests of Tayem-Ayem.

*Shadow stopped and looked. The smoke was just a small smoldering plank of wood, in a small little village. The whole place was burnt to charcoal. Nothing moved in the little clearing except leaves in the wind. Then something caught Shadow's eye. An amulet on the ground that faintly glowed red and blue. Then he saw two others that glowed red and black. He kneeled on one knee and picked them up to look at them. Shadow took out his amulet, which glowed a red an green. He put it back, and then suddenly roared in anger. He got up and kicked a piece of wood that exploded into bits of charcoal. Shadow then fell down to both knees and whispered a vow.*

"Who did it? I'll find em and slit their throat. No one will kill a Shadowblood again while I'm around."

*Shadow stands up and sniffs. Around him he can smell three beings. One of them is close, but they are like an animal. The second is a little farther, but on his way. the Third is far off, and at a higher elevation. SHadow climbed a tree, and looked to the east. Using his eyesight, he spotted an Elf in a tree looking in his direction. Shadow then climbed down and looked at the others.*

"Well, it seems that there are other people around. We'll need all the friends we can get to fight Dagoth Ur, the one who has been overrunning the Ghostefence."

*Shadow sniffs again to scent where everyone was again.*

OOC: Here's a goal for now: Everyone try to meet at the smoke in the woods. When we do, I can set down the plot.
Erik, are you getting your necromancer country from real life?
 
OOC: Roddy, Circon isn't that evil. He might have a total lack of scruples, morals, and he might have comitted horrible acts, and he might be a necromancer, and he might have a sword that drains life...
But he isn't evil.

Yeah, I love making the footnotes.

Just write the story as if I come walking in with the zombie. Feel free to put some lines in my mouth to shorten the time needed for discussions. Be appropriately disgusted at my powers, etc.

No, the necromancer country is in a book.

Sorry for no story, but I had 2 posts of the last 8.
 
Manfred and his minions had arrived in the town. He did not know the human name however he was able to secure a large estate outside of it. The Beggining of his plan had come.
 
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Most recent posters, no obligations:
Sheep2
Gladinia
Civanator

Slightly more distant posters:
erez87
Erik Mesoy
RoddyVR

Ancient posters, post something or fear being kicked out for inactive! :
Heine (has left though)
lmsw08233
Jason The King

based on last story, not last post.
Bringing thread to the top, and a nice reminder of who needs to post some actions...

*cowers in fear, waiting for :king: Civanator to cast Summon Moderator:scan: and remove this post from the face of the earth:nuke: from threadjacking*
:o :( :eek:
 
So whats happening with this.
 
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