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Post by Draconorn on Jan 19, 2008 19:57:45 GMT
Meh, the last one went haywire so Grendel Man and I decided to start again. I can't remember the plot, though, so GM's going to have to keep this on track X3 All characters, ideas and info is found in the RPG's seperate resources thread, not here. If you're making a new character, go there please. RPG starts in a port. The ship, Second Chance, is anchoring there to find more crew members for the quest to find and defeat Ravana. The ship's certainly attracting a lot of attention, it's a very unusual looking ship OK, let's try to keep it alive this time round... ------- While Tylrande was in bed, snoring, Chengo sat on the window sill, staring out across the sea. The ship was anchored in a port that seemed fairly civilized, and soon it was Ulysses' intention to head ashore to find more crew members and stock up on supplies. Now thinking of the crew, Chengo glanced back over his shoulder at his snoring cousin Tylrande. They didn't look much alike, Tylrande was pure Hardman in appearance while Chengo was pure Bengal. The rest of the crew would undoubtedly be either sleeping somewhere else on the ship, sneaking into the kitchen to try and get a snack or getting up right this moment to ring the bell and wake up everyone else... At that, the bell started clanging. Tylrande sat bolt upright and clapped her paws over her ears. "Oh no, why does Ulysses HAVE to wake us up so EARLY?"
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Post by Ruathlih on Jan 20, 2008 3:46:56 GMT
((Can i jump in? T_T i know nothing about this rp at all..))
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Post by Draconorn on Jan 20, 2008 4:18:41 GMT
((Check the resources, you'll find out more there and that's where you post character profles))
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Post by KC11 on Jan 20, 2008 5:20:33 GMT
((Oh well. Looks like Yaris is going to be picked up by pirates again. I do want to keep the two characters I introduced in the last RP, although I'll spare people the Grendalin attack. And I'll also remember the hand this time. Whatever happened to it in the last RP anyway? ._.))
Yaris drifted across the water in her tiny, makeshift raft. She had had several days to think about life, the universe, and everything in between. She had had enough time to truely understand herself and all of mankind. She had enough time to think about how one could have world peace.
All she had thought about was the weather.
And the lack of things to keep her occupied.
The only other thing on that raft besides herself was that hand. It lay limp, white and cold in her paws. She'd tried poking it. She'd tried whispering to it. She'd even tried threatening to toss it out of the raft. But the hand still didn't wake up.
Then there was the weather. It just couldn't seem to make up its mind. One day, it'd be hot and scorching (although, being a draconian norn, Yaris actuallly quite liked this) and the next it would be pouring sheets of rain (which, being a draconian norn, Yaris did not like.) It was currently very cloudy and foggy, and Yaris could only see two feet in front of her. The rest was lost in inky blackness.
Like many when they can't see what's ahead of them, Yaris was now very frightened. Her imagination conjured up huge sea beasts lurking just in the shadow of the fog, ready to gobble her up as soon as she came near. She thought about sharks, with ten rows of teeth and horns all over their person, tearing up the raft and ripping her apart.
Imagination, combined with hunger, bordem, and cold, took its toll.
Yaris fainted.
As she lay there, her body limp in the cold, a ship passed by.
It wasn't a very large ship by standerds. It certainly didn't hold tourists intrested in learning about Cuba. No, it held pirates. Brutal, cuthrout type of pirates. The type that knows the difference between fake gold and real gold. The type that knows what a cutlass is and knows what to do with it. And the type that holds true to the saying "Dead men tell no tales."
They were called.... The Serpent Rebels.
Currently, there sat three figures hunched over on the deck. The others had gone inside on accont of the fog, and the ship was currently anchored on a very tall reef.
The three hunched figures included a blue grendel with one eye, a green ettin with a missing tooth, and a norn who looked normal in most respects, save the multitude of scars on his person.
They sat hunched around a table, clutching cards. They sat in silence for a while. Finally, the grendel spoke.
"Are ye in?"
It was a deep, slightly nasilated voice. One that suggests someone who knows the full meaning of "pub" to the last drop of ale.
"No. I fold." said the norn.
The grendel turned to the ettin. "Are ye in?" he asked him.
The ettin was about to say no, but then the grendel leaned in on him. The grendel's one eye was bright red, and was currently scowling at the ettin very threateningly.
"Ye ye yes...." said the ettin quickly and nervously.
The norn sighed. Jek had never been a brave one.
"I think I'll step away for a while." he said.
"Fine, Han." said the grendel dismissivly.
Han stepped away from the table and looked out at the ocean. He sighed. This mist had definatly put a rock in their plans. They had been planning on raiding the nearby village. But now they were delayed until the mist cleared.
He looked down at the ocean.
He did a double take.
Right there, floating in the ocean, was a raft. And in the raft lay a norn, spread eagle.
He called to the others.
"Guys! Guys! Get me a lift! We've got a stray!"
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Post by Ember Lee on Jan 20, 2008 6:07:45 GMT
((Zoom incoming!! hehe )) Zoom woke to find herself lying on the kitchen floor, a large bumb on her head. She must of fell asleep on the table last might during her midmight snack. Looking down at her paws she grimaced, before quickly rubbing them on her top, trying to get rid of the sticky jam before the others arrived.
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Post by Grendel Man on Jan 20, 2008 19:26:38 GMT
Aiofa was still asleep, even as Ulysses swang back and forth on the bell rope he was trying to pull.
"God wretched-" the green Akatora norn cursed under his breath.
Suddenly-
DING! DING! DING!
"WAH!" yelled Aiofa as she leapt nearly a foot into the air. Getting up, she grumbled and headed for the bell chamber to tell Ulysses that she thought most people were up and he could stop with the bell now.
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Post by Ruathlih on Jan 21, 2008 2:20:48 GMT
Rafgy, with his cane in hand, leaned agianst the side of one of the boats in port. He crossed his legs in front of him, and looked up and admired the quality of the craftsmenship of the boat. Even it's name was neatly carved into the side of the boat he had chosen for support; "SECOND CHANCE".
He tapped his cane on teh ground for support and tuned around, storking the 'N' in 'SECOND'. After he was done admiring, he stepped back enough so he could see part of the deck of the boat. "Anyone home?" He yelled, just to see if he would get an answer form someone. He figured the boat was empty.
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Post by Draconorn on Jan 21, 2008 3:09:16 GMT
"Yeah, barely" Chengo yelled in reply to the shout from the docks. He still felt half asleep. Tylrande yawned widely before walking into the kitchen to find Zoom there with jam all over her face. "ZOOM! You've been snacking again! Why I ought to SPANK you for your naughtiness!" Though Tylrande sounded harsh, Chengo knew she was joking. He wasn't too sure if Zoom knew she was joking, though.
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Post by KC11 on Jan 21, 2008 4:35:27 GMT
Jason sat in his room. There were tears streaking down his face as he clutched the shattered peices of what had previously been an elegant vase. His father paced the room, stick in hand.
His father's beatings weren't as bad as his father's pre beating speeches. Jason had learned the hard way about how words are indeed mightier than the sword.
Or at least the stick.
"Your usual stupidity has brought this unfortunate accident upon the house. You have no one but yourself to blame for your utter lake of comprehension and intellegence."
"Father, it wasn't me!" Jason cried out.
"SILENCE." yelled his father, and he struck a blow across Jason's face. With Jason's head turned, his father continued to speak.
"You have always been the source of misery and torment for the people of this house..."
" Misery and torment." thought Jason bitterly. "Yeah, being the richest family in town and having your own personal slave is certainly misery and torment.."
"...and because of your lacking of brains, a number of well treasured items have been destroyed." said his father.
"Father, I'm telling you, it wasn't me. It was that cat. He knocked over the vase just as I came in...."
"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP." said his father. He struck another blow across Jason's face. "ALWAYS, YOU HAVE BEEN NOTHING BUT A MISERABLE, SELFISH LIAR!"
"WHAT, MORE OF A LIAR THAN YOU, STEALING FROM PEASENTS BY OFFERING THEM 'PROGRAMS' AND TAKING ALL THEIR MONEY?!" screamed Jason.
The worlds had fallen out of his mouth like a speeding train bursting from a tunnel sealed with cardboard. Jason clapped a hand over his mouth.
His father looked at him. Every ounce of rage on him began bubbling to the surface.
"What... did.... you.... say?"
"I didn't mean it, Father. I didn't mean it!"
"SHUT UP!" yelled his Father, his rage now reaching a point that Jason had never experienced. His father suddenly stormed close to him and grabbed a fistful of Jason's hair. He pulled Jason's face up so it looked into his father's rageful face. Then his father raised his foot up and kicked Jason's face. As Jason cowered, his father continued to kick him, occasinally beating him with the stick.
"YOU.... WILL NEVER.... DEFY... YOUR... MASTER..." said his father.
"MASTER? I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FATHER!" screamed Jason through a veil of tears.
His father suddenly stopped kicking him, then he leaned in closer to Jacob. His voice was now down to a whisper. Jason found the whisper to be worse than the shouting.
"I never was your father, you worthless bag of grendel dung." said his father. "You were adopted, and it was the worst desicion of my life."
He then kicked Jason one last time. Then he turned away.
"I want all the glass to be swept up before I come back." said his "master". "I also want all the dishes to be clean. If I see so much as a speck on those dishes when I get back, you will wish you were never born."
He then swept out the door, closing and locking it behind him.
Jason sat and sobbed in a little ball for a few minutes.
So he was adopted. He had always wondered why he didn't looked anything like his parents. His "mother" had left his "father" when he was young, but from what he remembered of her, she didn't look anything like him. She was a horse norn with a santa norn head.
His father didn't look anything like him either. His father was a red magma norn with chichi arms.
He, Jacob, was a draconian norn with a bruin head.
After a few minutes, he looked up and started sweeping the shards with his bare paws. His paws were soon bleeding because of the effort. He kept checking the door, in case his father suddenly came bursting in.
He noticed the key in the lock.
Slowly, he stood up and started walking over to the door.
He was on automatic now. He turned the key. He turned the knob. He didn't really feel himself doing each action. It was as if someone were doing it for him.
He opened the door. He took a step. Then another step. Each step became faster, until he was running out the open door, down the long path, and away from his house.
He was free.
Yet he knew that everyone in this town knew him and his "father". He knew that his "father" would be posting notices all around the town in order to get his slave back.
There was only one thing to do.
He headed for the dock. There was a ship there. He could see the letters "Second Chance" written on the side.
It was the perfect ship to sneak on. He was being given a Second Chance.
He could see the priest ettin Rafgy looking at the ship, so he quickly sneaked to the other side and began to climb onboard. He was soon on the deck of the Second Chance. He climbed into an apple barrel and waited.
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Post by Ruathlih on Jan 21, 2008 6:40:12 GMT
((That was a long post, KC11 XD))
Rafgy heard the reply, and walked backwards even further to inspect the surface of the deck even more, but forgot to watch his footing. His foot got stuck in a bucket, and he lost his balance and flung his cane around to help him gain it. His cane got caught in a looping object on the wooden posts in the pier, and he fell over on his back and unto another pier. But his weight shifted, and before he knew it he was dangling off the side off the pier with his cane stuck in a block of wood and a bucket on his head.
He mutterd a starin of silent cursing under his breath and hung there, grasping onto the ledge of the pier and his cane helplessly. He beat his wings as quickly as possible to keep balanced.
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Post by Grendel Man on Jan 21, 2008 7:37:08 GMT
((Note: The first part of this post has nothing to do with what's going on at port. However, it DOES explain what's going to be happening later.))
Somewhere, far from Port Pecast, in a Mountain cave:
A large, spiked figure, somewhat resembling a grendel, approached what looked like its throne. It was illuminated by a circle of light, through a translucent window above it.
"M'Lord, have you a plan for getting rid of those magician brats?" asked another creature standing by the throne as the monster positioned itself in it. This was clearly a Blood Grendel, albeit with 2 white bandages wrapped around his upper arms and a bandanna wrapped around his forehead. The monster's features were still in obscurity, being bathed in black, although it was now certain that it was a grendel, however warped in appearance.
"Indeed, I have, Zacatan." responded the monster grendel, its voice hissing like a snake.
"What?" asked the grendel, apparently Zacatan.
No response came from the bestial grendel, but right then it lifted a spear-like weapon it was carrying and pointed it at the patch of floor directly in front of its throne. The tip split apart into 30 darts, and a silver wisp came shooting out. Quickly, the darts came back together, sealing the prison again.
The wisp, now identifiable as a ghost of sorts, stood up and faced the beast on the throne. It was apparently a norn, perhaps a Hardman. Except that its fur was able to be seen through and it was silver. Its eyes shone a brilliant white, and instead of a typical hardman hairstyle, its hair was combed into spikes starting above the forehead and ran to the back off the head in a straight line. Its ears, abnormally wide, were folded back permanently.
A scowl crossed the spirit's face.
"You!" it hissed, pointing a finger at the creature.
"Me. What about me?" asked the spike-back grendel, in a mocking tone.
"You were the one we tried to destroy! But that spear-" the spirit continued.
"Never mind, now I'll destroy you single-handedly!"
The spirit rushed towards the monster grendel, but yet again it whipped out the spear, and pointed it at the spirit's neck, right underneath its chin. The tip opened up, and then closed, clamping the spirit in a death grip. The spirit promptly grabbed the spear around the neck of the head and tried to pull away, without success.
The spear's wielder pulled the spirit until it was looking eye-to-eye with it.
"Work with me here, and perhaps you will earn your freedom from the spear. Otherwise, back in it you'll go!" it hissed.
"And what, abandon all my friends?!" the spirit asked.
"I could destroy you all if I had to!" the monster snapped again. That was a lie, however-all the spear allowed him to do was imprison spirits, not destroy them.
"Now, you listen to me! If you do a little deed for me, you will earn freedom for not only yourself, but for your friends still imprisoned. "That is, provided you will bother me no more for the rest of your afterlives."
The spirit stopped struggling, and glanced around. Then it faced the beast again.
"Depends on what it is." it said.
"What you must do," began the corrupted grendel, "is an assassination. Specifically, bring a group of 7 magicians to their doom. "One in particular, is a bengal named Chengo. Kill him, destroy all of his friends, and sink his ship if he has one, and you'll be free."
The spirit looked around thoughtfully. Chengo-now where did he hear that name before?
In the end, it forgot who Chengo was.
"Why don't you do it yourself? Everyone knows that-" he began.
"Because I have other, more important matters to deal with. And plus, spirits are much faster than us mortals anyway." hissed the creature.
"It is a deal, provided I am given the name of my employer." said the Spirit.
"I am Lord Ravana, although I originally was named Monstro. But you will refer to me as 'your lord.'" answered the grendel.
"I shall begin the job immediately, if you shall be so kind to release me, My Lord." answered the Spirit.
Ravana opened the spear's tip, freeing the spirit. Then the spirit disappeared through the walls.
Ravana closed his eyes in thought. Now, Chengo and his crew had something nearly indestructible to deal with.
Unless they found an extraordinary artifact, which was said to be able to warp time itself-but it, as far as he was concerned, was nothing but a myth. And who believes in legends, anyway? ==================
"Ulysses! That'll be enough of the bell." Aiofa yelled, bursting into the bell chamber.
"You don't order me!" hissed Ulysses, but in truth he wanted to stop ringing it. Releasing the rope, he walked over to the magma-bengal.
"How about we go up and find some breakfast?" he asked.
"Sounds good." said Aiofa, quickly adding "perhaps you could explain some more magic to us."
Ulysses nodded, and the two headed for the deck.
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Post by Ember Lee on Jan 22, 2008 0:21:01 GMT
Zoom jumped to her feet at Tylandre's yelling and ran to hide behind the table. "I'm sorry! I got hungry and...wait are you being serious or are you joking?" she asked poking her head over the rim of the table, a curious look in her eye.
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Post by Ruathlih on Jan 22, 2008 1:57:06 GMT
Rafgy groaned, and mutterd quietly to himself; "Well now! I'm the new clutz! All these other cltuz's are beaten! By me! I managed to step in a bucket, and then get stuck hanging over water by the ledge of a pier hanging onto a stick that's gonna-" The cane began to bend. Rafgy couldn't swim, and he didn't have teh stregth to hold onto a ledge for half an hour or to pull himself up. He deliertately hit his head on the pier side and yelled "Can i have a little help here? Anyone? Before i DROWN?" He falped his wings to help shift his weigth enough to make his cane hold longer.
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Post by Draconorn on Jan 22, 2008 20:22:17 GMT
Chengo heard the shout again and sighed before clambering over the side of the ship. As he scrambled down the ladder, he glanced down. It sure was a long way down to the docks. On the last two rungs he jumped off and headed to where the cry came from. An ettin was dangling off the side of the pier in a ridiculous predicament. "Hold on a second mister, I'll help you up." Chengo laughed and lifted the ettin onto the dock and pulled the bucket off his head.
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Post by Ruathlih on Jan 22, 2008 22:43:03 GMT
Rafgy hadn't ecpected anyone to haul him up, at least at such a quick notice. He blinked and looked at Chengo, then bowed quickly as a way of saying his thanks. He then started at his cane stuck in the wooden post. "Thank you, um.. ..whatever you name is.. " Rafgy bent down and tried to dislodge the cane, but he almost fell over the ledge again. "..Now if only my stupid cane would get out of the pier post!"
He bent down, and took his faulty metal flute out of his pocket, then hit the cane with it. The cane bent, then boucned back making a 'flllllliiiiiiinnnngggggggggg' sound as it did so. Rafgy graoned. "Do you or any of your crew mates have a spare crowbar so i can rip up this annoying post and fish out my cane before i grow wings on my feet?" He tugged on it again, but it didn't budge. "And thanks again, i realllly need to leard how to swim"
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Post by Draconorn on Jan 23, 2008 23:21:19 GMT
"No problem, can't have people drowning can we?" Chengo grinned. A leaned forward and attempted to dislodge the cane too. "CHENGO! Where have you gone now?" Tylrande bellowed from the ship's deck, brandishing a mop and a bucket. Chengo sighed. "I'm always the one who mops the deck..."
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Post by Grendel Man on Jan 24, 2008 0:01:37 GMT
Aiofa, followed bty Ulysses, walked out onto the deck.
"What's to eat?" Aiofa asked, but Ulysses had more important matters on his mind.
"We need to hire some more crew members to replace the ones you guys lost to the Creaturesporidium virus, and plus there's some more information on magic I think you need to know." he said.
"Now, some of us need to go to the most popular place in the city, others need to stay here and guard the ship. I myself am going out. Who's staying?"
"Me, " responded Aiofa.
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Post by Draconorn on Jan 24, 2008 0:12:18 GMT
Chengo waved at Ulysses from the pier. "I'll go!"
((Sorry for the short post >.<))
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Post by Ember Lee on Jan 24, 2008 2:13:41 GMT
Zoom wiped her mouth and gave a little burp, before raising a paw. "I'm going. I'm wanna get off this boat and see land again." she said hopping down off her seat.
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Post by Draconorn on Jan 24, 2008 2:18:59 GMT
Tylrande raised an eyebrow. "Tell Chengo that he'd better look after you, otherwise I'll shove the mop up his-" She stopped and sighed. "Little kids... they always need looking after."
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