|
| Thread: The Monarchy - IC |  This thread is pages long: 1 2 3 · «PREV / NEXT» |
|
Hell_Wizard
Famous Hero
|
posted December 17, 2008 07:05 PM |
|
|
Back to the road
William is already near a tavern, when he suddenly hears some fighting noices. He first thinks that the king doesn't care what happens outside his castle and lives the starving population to firght, but at the next moment he sneaks closer and sees an arena.
There is a gnoll and a knight on the battlefield. He thinks he recognises the knight, but decides to continue to the castle.
"Hey, knight, slow down!" shouts the knight in the arena, cleaning his sword from gnollish blood.
____________
|
|
DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
|
|
posted December 17, 2008 07:23 PM |
|
|
"These are grave times after all." The king said. "Empiriana steps up at our borders, chaos follows wherever it can, now that our armed forces are nearly depleted." The king then continued. He was clearly a bit tired and confused. His brother, Septem appeared in the doorway to look at all those who had appeared. Lord Fyr immediately stepped towards him and both left the room.
"You see, we suspect that Empiriana has many soldiers inside our lands and cities, ready to strike. The most logical base of attack would be Merthoc, since they could spread our troops a lot thinner, while sustaining a supply line to the home front uncontested. I will need a cunning noblemen, a representative of the church and a soldier, a good one who need to travel to Merthoc along with Sir Fyr. The people who volunteer can expect a great reward should they help my contacts in Merthoc." The king said. He then gave pause, so that everyone could think about what had just been said.
There was a brief pause... "What? Noone steps forward?" The great herald of the king asked.
"Don't I know you from somewhere, knight?" the warrior asked, while he took out a small piece of cloth to wipe his blade clean.
____________
If you have any more questions, go to Dagoth Cares.
|
|
Hell_Wizard
Famous Hero
|
|
posted December 17, 2008 07:55 PM |
|
|
"I have the same feeling." says William somehow unusually calmly for him. "Who are you?" he asks.
____________
|
|
B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
|
|
posted December 17, 2008 09:07 PM |
|
|
"You can always count on me my king!"
Bütlan steppedstumbled forward to the king, and on the last step before he decided he was close enough to kneel, Bütlan tripped in a loose floor tile and fell down, head first. A thunder of laughering was heard.
"Just my luck..." Bütlan mumbled to himself and got up.
Bütlan then kneeled infront of the king
"My sword is yours to command, my majesty."
|
|
enamelity
Known Hero
You Misunderestimated Me
|
|
posted December 18, 2008 03:05 AM |
|
|
"Ah! My sincere apologies, Sir Jhiz, but I intend to offer my services to the King now. We really should keep in touch,"
says Ename before walking to the King and kneeling (as far from Butlan as he can without looking suspicious), his face a mask of righteous resoluteness.
Merthoc... I know that land like the back of my demonic red scaly hand. Luck seems to be in my favor, though of course the same cannot be said for that buffoon Butlan.
|
|
AlkarRahn
Promising
Legendary Hero
Divine Arcanist
|
|
posted December 18, 2008 04:44 PM |
|
|
Pre-music
Ename initiating a conversation with Jhiz forced a sudden break from his nearly dazed state of mind. Jhiz fixed his composure, and set his attention upon Ename.
“Yes, well I did receive a bit of information about why I was being brought here. However, it was not much more than what you were told, it seems.”
The musician stepped up to the king, drawing Jhiz’s attention away slightly. Soon afterwards, the musician starts playing.
Post-music
Jhiz is left alone again; alone, with his thoughts. Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to gain some favor, and perhaps actually join the nobility. That, alone, was reason enough to assist.
Stepping up, and kneeling to the king, Jhiz speaks, “I am unsure of how my skills would assist you, but I offer them to you, Majesty.”
____________
|
|
RedSoxFan3
Admirable
Legendary Hero
Fan of Red Sox
|
|
posted December 19, 2008 09:53 AM |
|
|
OOC: My guy is gonna show up a little late to this thing.
Several brown and tan mugs floated a foot above the wooden round table. One of them rose yet another foot as a tall lanky clean-shaven man stood up from his seat.
“Here’s to Luc!” he shouted unintentionally hushing and drawing the attention of several nearby patrons. Six of the remaining seven men seated at the table stood up leaving Luc the only one to remain in his seat. “Who would have thought a peasant earn his knighthood. Here’s to Luc! I’m sorry, Sir Luc the Sharp! Already known as the best swordsmith in Celia and damn it soon will be known as the best swordsmen as well!” Damn it John! Do you always have to embellish everything? Luc stood up shaking his head.
“Hell there isn’t a better swordsman in this country!” Luc and his friends chuckled. “No! In the world!”
“SHAT AP!” a voice called from back. The entire bar had stopped to listen to John’s fantastical oration.
“No one wants to hear your babble,” called a second voice. John waved him off grunting in disgust. Too slow to think of a witty response, the murmurs quickly continued.
“Well I think it’s something,” he said lowering his voice. Eight mugs exchanged clinks and emptied its contents into the mouths of the thirsty men.
“This place really has some great ale,” Luc said taking falling back into his seat.
“Sir Luc the Sharp!” a voice called from the entrance. Its high pitch cut through the ruckus of the bar. At first it stirred up laughter until the voice was identified. “Sir Luc the Sharp!” this time the bar quickly silenced. A royal messenger stood at the entrance of the bar looking around aimlessly. “Has anyone seen Sir Luc the Sharp?”
“He’s right here!” John called out raising his hand. Luc clenched his teeth and kicked his overt friend in the shin.
“Damn it John.” Luc said glaring at him. “He’s here to escort me to the King. I wanted to spend the afternoon with you guys, but now I have no choice but to leave.” He stood up and looked at the messenger with disgust.
“His Majesty has requested your immediate audience,” the barflies sat wide-eyed and speechless.
“Please come with me at once, Sir Luc. His Majesty's forum has already begun.”
____________
Go Red Sox!
|
|
Card_Ximinez
Famous Hero
no
|
|
posted December 19, 2008 05:08 PM |
|
|
After ending his last song, Ximi bowed and walked back to the crowd. The king spoke for some time and some knights stepped forward, including the foolish young paladin that had crossed Ximi with his poor skills of phonetics. They had signed up for Harold's "trip" to Merthoc. "But what of the rest of us?" shouted someone from the crowd.
____________
wtf this still exists
|
|
DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
|
|
posted December 21, 2008 09:38 PM |
|
|
"Well, my dearest Gefara, I do enjoy your enthusiasm as always, but that gentleman over there has already offered himself to join the quest." The king smiled. "Please, gentlemen, would you all make it towards the dining room where lord Fyr is waiting?" the king said to the three other knights. The lady stepped a bit backwards, slightly embarassed.
And so the three knights went to meet lord Fyr. Lord Fyr had a smug grin on him when he spotted the clumsy crusader and the nicely dressed nobleman. "Crucador is here to save your hides? This should be fun..." he said. "Meet me at the stables. Dismiss your servants, if you have any and take along your horses. If you don't happen to have horses, you can borrow a royal steed." He said dismissively. He had rehearsed his lines, it seems. He made a polite bow and headed alsewhere.
Back in the throne room, Lord Septim had appeared. The king was about to make an announcement to the rest of the crowd.
the gladiator pulled of his helmet. It revealed a daemon halfblood. "They call me Rabid... My true name is unimportant at the moment." He said while hiding away his cleaver in his holder. "Tell me your name, stranger, and tel me where you're going." He then said with a misschievous smile. "I sense your purposes are at least as dark as mine." He grinned.
____________
If you have any more questions, go to Dagoth Cares.
|
|
Hell_Wizard
Famous Hero
|
|
posted December 21, 2008 10:55 PM |
|
|
"I am William August and came here to serve to the king!" shouts the brave and fullish William. "But I fear the king won't accept me." he then says a little bit worried. "So now, I'll go to an adventure through Mirth" continues William.
____________
|
|
enamelity
Known Hero
You Misunderestimated Me
|
|
posted December 22, 2008 02:49 AM |
|
|
Seeming to politely ignore Fyr's insulting remark, Ename says sarcastically, "I am in need of a steed. Thank you for your kind and gracious offer of a noble horse to ride."
Oh, how I hate riding horses. My legs - my red scaly demonic legs - carry me far faster than any horse ever could. And those saddles are soooooo uncomfortable! But, alas, I must ride if I am to appear human.
|
|
william
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
LummoxLewis
|
|
posted December 23, 2008 04:57 AM |
|
|
My introduction post. I hope it's alright.
Max opened his eyes. It was still dark, most likely near Sunrise. His eyes were slowly getting adjusted. He stood up, stretched and put on his clothes. The clothes were simple, some may have considered them to be rags but they did the job done in keeping Max warm, however, they didn't offer much protection. Max didn't need armour since he had his sword by him at all times. It wasn't easy living the life he lives, so he has to constantly be on his guard. He adjusted the clothes so that they fit comfortably and then splashed some water on his face so he was fully awake. He walked outside and saw that the sun was rising quite slowly.
It seemed as if it was going to be quite a humid day, which bothered Max but at least he wasn't wearing too warm. He started looking at the few people that were around doing their usual morning work before retiring in midday to get up at night only to do the same work again. Max never really liked doing any of that work which he used to have to do when he had his old job which was enforcing the law. He had been given the night time job and he had to constantly be on his guard looking out for intruders or anyone causing a nuisance around the town. All that had changed and Max liked who he was now. He was a mercenary and didn't have to bother worrying about the law anymore. He never liked thw law too much but it paid well and that is why he chose it as a job in the past.
Max decided to walk down the road and take a few pieces of fruit. He hadn't had dinner the night before, so something to eat was refreshing for him. Stealing was illegal and Max knew this, but he didn't care. He wanted and needed to eat something. He took a bite out of it and it tasted quite good, so he took a few more and hid them in his clothes so no one would see them. He quickly got back in his home and put the fruit in drawers and cupboards, so if anyone came in the house then they would not see any of it. Max knew nobody was really interested in him and that nobody came in his house but he still had to take that into account, otherwise he may be thrown into jail and who knows what might happen after that.
Max had seen too much killing in his life that he wasn't even afraid of it anymore. He even enjoyed it a little when he did kill someone, and that was what he did often and that's how he got his name of Mad Max. It seemed as if the sun was nearly risen, so he went outside and walked to the bar, a place which many people often spilled some important information that Max may have needed to his job. He was living in the Kingdom of Mirth, but he was a newcomer and his job was to gather information that might help him and the Kingdom from where he came from. Max knew that some people were suspicious and he tried telling them that nothign was wrong but in the back of his mind, Max knew that they wouldn't believe him. He hoped that no one would start any discussion about him or spreading what rumours they may have about him since that was the last thing he needed.
"Good morning Sir, what would you like?" the bartender asked when Max walked up to the counter. "A mug of beer, thanks." He replied quickly. "Cheers" he said when he was given his mug of beer. Max didn't have any intention on paying the bartender so he had to find a way to get out of here. This wasn't exactly the nicest bar. It was rough and it was notorious for many fights which seemed strange to Max seeing as though this Kingdom was quite well off and was known to be quite a peaceful and good Kingdom. Max found a spare chair and table, so he decided to sit down and drink some of his beer. Max did this every day since he first came here. He often didn't talk to many people but instead he listened in on many conversations that people had with one another. It was rather easy to listen in on other people due to most of the people there were quite drunk and often spoke very loudly. This wasn't always good though, since last week Max had to defend himself against a few enraged people.
The people didn't like the way that Max came into the bar and didn't say a word to anyone, so they tried getting him to talk and eventually started to try and hit him. That is where Max lost his cool and injured them. This wasn't good for Max, though, since these people were part of a gang. Every Kingdom had gangs, and Mirth was no exception. Max realised that he had dealt with the wrong people and in the wrong way, but he didn't care. As long as he had his sword by his side, he knew he would be safe. People started to get a bit afraid of Max but that was alright with Max since he didn't want to get into discussions with people he didn't know very well. He preferred to be the listener. The discussion today was no different than the other day, just the usual banter about the difficulties of growing crops and getting food, so he finished up his beer and decided to walk out. He knew it was a risky move since the bartender had a thought that Max might not have paid, since he didn't pay for the last week. He grabbed Max by the shoulders to try and stop him and this is where Max got angry and punched the bartender in the jaw and attempted to stab him with his sword but he was grabbed away by some guards who happened to be behind him. He was taken away to jail where he sat in the dark wondering what would happen next...
____________
~Ticking away the moments that
make up a dull day, Fritter and
waste the hours in an off-hand
way~
|
|
del_diablo
Legendary Hero
Manifest
|
|
posted December 23, 2008 11:05 AM |
|
|
After the grand failure at the party, Gefara was a little annoyed. The poor lad William August would likely also be refused to join the party, or atleast party in the terms of earning honour.
Upon returning to her called guestroom, she gathered her escorte of of loyal lads and lasses. to do some task for her.
They where to mingle the varius casles servants and guards to figur our what had happened tonight, things like incoming prisoners and who they where and people being snuck into the kings party behind the back of them all.
However, that was not all. She changed clothes and get her hands on a wig that would make her look like a shorthaired brat, and tok in a few lockpicks to the pockets of this outfit.
She then snuck into the dungon to take a look herself......
After a while of sneaking and putting sleeping drugs in the varius drinking supplies for the guards Luky locked over the cells....
Villans, bandits, evilkarmaed mages silenced with enchants, people with way to sinister auras, a demon, and varius other villans.
In the end, the only attractive person here was a lad in a leather outfit. The guards had put a sign over the cell entrace with the sign "Max" on it for some peculiar reason.
She unlocked the door, quite a weak lock for such a prison but this was afterall the low security zone she guessed. Luky then walked in and said: "So who are you and what are you in jail for my good lad?"
OoC: Not moving further to avoid time paradoxes againth the master post. nevermind.......... Your turn william.
____________
|
|
Cepheus
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Far-flung Keeper
|
|
posted December 23, 2008 01:50 PM |
|
|
Viridian is either amused or disgruntled, he can't decide. First the King pleads for valiant and noble warriors to sally forth on a quest of prestigious valour and mass suicide in Merthoc. Then more weirdoes show up to brighten Celia's doorstep further.
~I am... disgruntled~
More onlookers. The aura had taken on a sinister tone just then. Viridian, doing his best to ignore the stench of ignorance, fumed and took in the broadness of this lamentably overblown hall. This gold-plated architectural nightmare, the capital?
Blergh. Unleashing the Craven on Celia would be a relief now...
~No! Control myself!~ his aura, or perhaps the Tribute exclaimed, as he clutched his forehead.
The sight of a halberd-brandishing, silver-haired noble bickering with himself was too much for the frightened peasants, who walked away in disgust.
Back to normal after a moment, Viridian looked around. He'd catch the King's ear and find out just why he was wanted here. Surely the King's speech was designed to do away with the idiots in court, not he. Partaking in mass suicide missions, though beautiful to behold, wasn't something he'd love to experience today.
|
|
B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
|
|
posted December 24, 2008 01:20 PM |
|
|
Bütlan looked at Ename.
"I'm gonna work with that guy? This is not gonna be a fun trip..." he thought to himself.
Bütlan then turned to Lord Fyr
"I got all I need and will have it packed and ready on my own horse, thank you."
Bütlan then bowed and took his leave to pack his things.
|
|
DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
|
|
posted December 25, 2008 03:22 AM |
|
|
Somewhere, in the distant lands of Empiriana, the Emperor woke up. A young, strong man who's in his early thirties. He wakes up with the sound of the rustle and bustle of slaving guards and servants. A royal meal was to be prepared for the Empirial family and the landlords who have come to accept their field orders. He missed his two older brothers for a moment, but then left the idea behind in his head. It was a tradition in Empiriana that the first-born son of the emperor would take up the sword and fights in the front. None of these sons ever died before they turned seventy. The second son would be the head priest of the Empirial order of the Sun.
And, finally, the smartest remaining son would become Emperor again, maintaining the youth in Empirian rule and leaving out as much arrogance out of his mind as possible. The current Emperor of Empiriana, Kaiser Sebastian, was a genius. Noone questioned his rule, his firm control over all nobility, his intelligent economic regulations and his military mandates. He had two bodyguards who never slept and never spoke. It was rumoured that the court Warlock had designed golems to do his bidding until the rebirth of the Emperor into the new one.
That morning, inside the Empirian palace, nearly all nobility was present. Empiriana was the clear-cut definition of absolutism. Even the Florin nobility was largely present to gain as much Empirial attention as possible. After the royal festivities, there was a council in the war room. The war against Mirth was going too slow for comfort, the Emperor said and suggested that they'd enlist the aid of Esquire's mercenaries and employ a grand sabotage mission in Merthoc. He hadn't decided who he was going to deploy for this mission, but he most definitely decided they'd be richly awarded should they succeed.
Elsewhere, in the palace of Mirth, the four knights were all saddled up nd ready to go to meet their contact in Merthoc. Lord Jhiz, was saddled on a true royal steed in a fine cloak, lord Fyr rode an armoured, brown war steed, while Bütlan carried his stuff on a grey mare and Crucador was sitting on a royal, white war steed; he was quite cranky to be honest. Together they were travelling to Merthoc.
((OOC: you can fill in the blank on what happened in this journey. this quest will be updated the day after tommorrow midnight GMT +1))
Rabid put his helmet back on. He was laughing his insane laugh and finally said: "Did you have anything in mind, my friend? I would love to go on an adventure." Rabid stepped out of the training facility to get a close look on William.
____________
If you have any more questions, go to Dagoth Cares.
|
|
enamelity
Known Hero
You Misunderestimated Me
|
|
posted December 25, 2008 06:03 AM |
|
|
|
Crucador Ename simply avoids saying anything during the trip, not trusting the others - Butlan especially.
|
|
AlkarRahn
Promising
Legendary Hero
Divine Arcanist
|
|
posted December 30, 2008 07:45 PM |
|
|
The riding of the horse was something Jhiz was only occasionally able to do. It felt odd for a while, but he soon got used to it. With his club and shield at the ready, and a small pack containing a few things at his side, he was ready to go with the others. He thought it best to not mention he had never been to this place called Merthoc before; nor any place too far outside Jordis, for that matter. He just let someone else take lead, and he followed.
____________
|
|
DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
|
|
posted January 03, 2009 01:09 AM |
|
|
The four brave warriors soon arrived in Merthoc, where a cranky Fyr left the horses in the stables in the 'City Inn'. He led his three companions to a seedy bar, 'the brass knuckle' where smoke and drunken revelry filled the atmosphere. It was near midnight when lord Fyr deemed it okay to enter. All four where cloaked and disguised. Only with the utmost precautions were they allowed to meet the grand spyaster of Celia.
They entered the backroom. The bartender left them there after having received a very generous by lord Fyr. A slender figure with black coattails was hanging in his chair. His face was not visible, due to the lak of light. The room was actually poorly lit, thanks to one candle on the table. Lord Fyr lifted his cowl and upon the sight of his blond hair and fearsome blue eyes, the shadow in the corner let out a small laugh.
"So the king sent out his most famous lapdog, did he? Good day, lord Fyr..." It mocked. "Listen, I didn't ride three entire days to be laughed at..." fyr said in a low tone. The shadow rose up. "Apologies." he said casually and he got out a few papers. I'd like to know who I am working with though. I asked for a warrior and a nobleman. Who are the other two? Before his companions could respond, Fyr said: "Oh, I was just an escort. I'll just take my leave." and so he left.
The shadow was a bit dazzled, but straightened up. "So... gentlemen, I think an introduction is in order." he said after a long pause, "My name is unimportant, but you can call me Garth. I am His Majesty's faithful spymaster and have come here to help you fight the Empirian threat. Now, who might you be?"
____________
If you have any more questions, go to Dagoth Cares.
|
|
B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
|
|
posted January 03, 2009 04:46 PM |
|
|
|
"And I think it's unimportant to say the unimportant name to an unimportant man to another unimportant man who really has nothing important to do." Bütlan said.
|
| |
|
|
