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(ogod now we need to wait for people
brb slamming face on keyboard
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done)
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(i can never start rping like srsly hap, its the hardest part) |
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(Well, you could always start out on a job in one of the major cities.)
[-Roleplaying. Meh, it's a living.-] |
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(That's a hesit, if I catch your drift. If not then, well, my bad. TDK BEGINNING TIME!)
[Ergaron]
I am currently wearing a shattered mask, one that *was* one of those ones with the long nose things. It's broken in two now, and I'm wearing only the left half. I'm in a gang of three,the other two are wearing overshadowing hoods. We walk in a scattered fashion, all of us sneaking around the room and peeking past corners. We stay low and move rather quickly down a hall, finally finding the house's bedroom, supposedly where their money is. One of the other three, dressed in a black cloak, slowly opens the door, making a creaking noise, though it's not too loud. We look around the room, until I finally find the strongbox. We pick it up, and take it out of the room. It's quite heavy, though. We set it down with a silent thud, and begin to attempt to pry it open. It's no use, though, it's too secure. We then revert to plan B, lock pick it. Very carefully we slot in a pick and a bar of metal, and begin attempting to pick it. After dozens of tries, it's nearly morning and we finally have it. All of us very tired, but inside is full of money. We divide it, but leave some for the nobles who own the house. We quietly put the strongbox back in it's place, well, almost quietly. The man in the black cloak was tired and it was dark, so he missed the table and it landed with a loud clank. The noble woke up, only one, and lit up a candle as we quietly began to sneak out of the room. He looked right at us, and we darted off. I was in the lead, but apparently the nobleman kept a crossbow on his bedside which we would've been much more cautious of if we had seen it. He chased us down the hall, and shot one of us, the black cloak, while I was in the lead, and dove out his window, slamming against a wall and attempting to grab onto something. I saw one other follow me, he had a dark green cloak, dive out after me with an arrow in his arm. I grabbed onto a clothes drying rope, and so did he as we roughly landed in the dark alley. It wasn't all a win, though, I seemed to have twisted my ankle. |
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Holsen:
I nod.
"I have finished... Praying." I shudder a little, thinking about the dead priests. |
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(I pressed post by accident)
I tap the head of the Draft Horse, trying to bless it. I then inch closer, trying to hop on. |
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Gurges jaw dropped.
"Do ye actuall' think it'l eve' hold meh? Is thi' some punishmen' for no' hailin' yer god?" |
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"Gurge, you wouldn't be able to ride a saddle or a draft, the little one was all that we had that would fit your size. Don't worry about it carrying you, either. These horses are trained to carry Paladins in full suits of heavy armor." Darrion gestured for Gurge to mount the horse.
[-Roleplaying. Meh, it's a living.-] |
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Gurge stood still for a few moments before sighing and heading over to mount the horse, muttering something the others couldn't hear. |
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Holsen:
Now on the horse, I stride up behind Gurge, and then I tap him lightly on the head with my staff.
"C'mon, boy. The horse if the least of ye worries. We need to get back on track." I laugh, as I wait for the rest to move. |
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Darrion nodded. "Right, we do need to get back on track. We're off then!" Darrion's horse began to make its way East, towards Carrit.
[-Roleplaying. Meh, it's a living.-] |
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Holsen:
I nod, as he leaves. I put my staff back on my back, and I ride towards Carrit, following Darrion. I shout behind me as I leave.
"Get a move on!" |
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Kasumi followed on her horse, giving out a light hum. |
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Erzt.
A simple horse could not hold me, so my mount was a large wolf like creature, what many believe to be a werewolf. I followed Darrion. |
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[/Ailein\]
I sit in the tavern, trying too drown out the TERRIBLE loss that I had achieved.
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[Ergaron]
My friend and I, his name is Aegther, limp deeper into the alley and simply lay there, looking up into the sky as the sun rises. |
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Altaron whips around the corner and steps onto the cobblestone road of the town, breathing in the warm air. Several vendors, who are going home and packing up, pass him, un-noticing of the man in the black robes. |
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(Argh, sorry guys. I was busy until about six, and then I went to play TF2 with one of my RL buddies.
best wrap assassin scout 2014)
[Ailein begins to hear shouting from outside the village. It takes maybe a minute for the shouting to escalate into clashes of steel, and screaming guardsmen. Someone was attacking the city.]
Darrion hears the sounds off in the distance, and spurs his horse into action. "Trouble! Let's move!"
[-Roleplaying. Meh, it's a living.-] |
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Holsen:
"Finnaly, some action!" I say, smiling. I ride faster, now striding beside Darrion. |
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Erzt.
I give my werewolf a pat, as he gains speed, trailing only a few meters behind Holsen and Darrion.
"I enjoy this Caesar Salad." - Marcus Junius Brutus. |
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[/Ailein\]
I charge out, the mace I had stolen from the camp in hand. I smash the nearest bandit around the face with it. |
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Kasumi reared her steed to the side, to attempt to flank any stragglers from the group attacking the area. |
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Gurge followed on his horse, still grumbling about something, more than likely the size of the horse.
"Honesteh, why do ye' folks get involved in thi' religou' blood fued?" He muttered to himself, shaking his head. |
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