Ages of Fantasy [RP Thread]

[Celowein]

Luna quickly put into motion a huge slew of plans. SHe dictated instructions to everyone, all of which were probably for the best. A new pair of clothes to keep Kilaloa looking benign, a new jar for her companion, among other things. All the while, Rezo couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching them. Ah well, probably just being paranoid. Finally, the wolf girl tossed him another potion. After getting the twice-over, she commented that it would stop him from "losing control"; this, expectedly, made Rezo's hairs stand on end. Did she...was she able to figure that out in such a short time? Was he exceptionally obvious at this stage, or she just very cunning? He gulped loudly and feigned a smile.

"Uh, yeah....loose control, of my asthma! Yep, nothing weird there. Thanks!" He stammered out, accepting the potion and shifting nervously. Not exactly smooth, but it was very unlikely someone could draw the conclusion of "werewolf" from one bungled excuse. The halfling then shoved a purse full of coins into his chest and told him to get a couple of rooms for the night at a local inn. He nodded and committed the name of the place to memory as they all split up.

Still in shock how he'd managed to secure such a reliable, yet strange, group of travelers for his time in the city, Rezo could just utter a laugh. They all split, and he was quick to stow away the money. It was quite the sum, and surely they would be able to get some great and snazzy place for the night, but he felt wrong holding onto someone else's hard-earned money, much less spending it. Lost in thought, the werewolf took his first true steps into the city, through the main gates and to the bustling outburbs of the main metropolis of Regalin. Quickly locating the Inn, he went right inside, though it appeared the wolf-girl had already beat him there! Well, that certainly didn't look good; she seemed to have a round of drinks as well as another companion.

"er...hi, Luna! Sorry, I didn't mean to take so long. Not used to navigating the city, so you'll have to excuse me. I'd better go get those rooms for us," He said with a bit of an overwhelmed strain to his voice. Rezo made sure to nod at the newcomer, who was a very beautiful elvish woman of some unknown age.

[Donnie]

I awoke to find that an elderly human couple had found me passed out alongside the road. All my muscles ached and the hunger I felt was like a thousand burning needles into my stomach. I groaned when they helped me sit up.
"Child what happened to you, why were you traveling alone?" asked the old man clearly distressed. I opened my mouth to respond but all that came out was a dry cough. The old man handed me some water which I drank greedily.
"T-thank you", I said with water dripping out of my mouth, "I was being forced to cross the Krad's territory by some slave traders, a-and there was a scuffle which allowed me to escape."
"How awful, do you have family in the city?" he inquired.
"No, I came from the swamplands to the south could you take me back there, I have no gold to cross the boarder with"
"I'm sorry but we don't have enough to have you cross back that way, but we'll let you hitch a ride with us to the city."
"Really? Are you sure that's alright? I have nothing to repay you with."
"No, no it's really quite alright, besides with all these Krad crawling around people have to try to do some good in the world to make up for it."

[MacDoogleBlah]

Having caused what he could only describe as utter chaos, Willanan felt his quite... Naughty side. Though feeling lower class than a pareillian whore, he couldn't stop from grinning, and through his light smirk shone a small sign of pride- pride not of what he did, but simply that he did it, and nobody could have stopped him. He was pure power. Realizing that more soldiers would be arriving to investigate the fire, Willanan rushed back to his tent. Thinking ahead, he decided it would be better to pack up, and back into the bag he summoned the massive home. He saddled up his pony, stored away his scrolls, and rode to a nearby Inn which he believed to see several of those who took advantage of his little bite of revenge. Nudging his horse to a slight trot, he trailed along the dusty road. A slight rain began to fall, and he could tell that soon the fire, which was still burning, would be extinguished. He decided to take a slight precaution and poured a light acid on the fire- one that would remove any traces of the cause. When you have dozens of sages and scientists against you, it's good to take the upper hand while remaining anonymous. Finally, after what seemed to be mere seconds, he arrived at the Inn. The purple, gilded robes showed the inn-keeper that he was of high stature, and upon announcing "I, Lord Willanan Magesblood, wish for the finest ro9om, a full glass of your finest wine, and a stake dinner cooked medium well. Do it quickly, and also, while you're at it, another round for all the boys in this tavern. I do feel quite... Exhilarated upon this evening..." He placed a bag of solid gold coins on the counter. "That should pay for it." The inn-keeper rushed to do his bidding, barking orders to the cook and bar-maiden, and finally showing him to their finest room.

[chukklehed]

just before the arrival of the alchemist, Luna slipped upstairs into the hallway where the rooms adjoined. waiting in her room for the sound of footsteps and the rustle of robes. when it came, and she heard the footsteps retreating back to the main room, she quietly slipped out and followed the telltale scent of alchemy. when she arrived at the end of the trail, she steeled herself and rapped lightly on the door, calling, "master Magesblood? may i have a word?" waiting for the expected denial, she steeled herself for her next attempt. she had of course heard stories of the alchemist Willannan Magesblood on her travels here, and wanted to know if he was as good as they said.

[MacDoogleBlah]

Taking a seat on the large desk he found inside the room, Willanan began to set out his alchemy equipment. The steak had not yet arrived, nor the wine, so he decided it would be a good idea to begin experimenting on his new potion. That's when the knock came, a woman asking if she could gain a quick word with him. "Please, enter. I do feel quite excited and wish for company, no matter how rubbish it is. Do you consider yourself rubbish company?" He called, a slightly excited tone in his voice. Anyone listening could tell that he felt quite good with himself. Quickly stowing away his recipe books (so if it be a spy, they may not learn his secrets), he abruptly called out "Excuse me, I have overlooked that fact that the door is locked. Let me get that for you" and got up to unlock the wide, rectangular door that led to the hallway.

[AgentOrange]

Burz watched silently as the Knight in Rags, Sir Jazoth, moved his men into position to meet the Krad's inevitable charge. Burz decided he wouldn't sit on the sidelines for this battle, instead taking up position on an elevated hillock, around one hundred paces away. Wielding his modified Krad matchlock, he took a single knee and looked down the crude ironsights at the approaching Krad reinforcements. They were twice the number of the late defenders of the outpost, but for some reason, he had confidence in Jazoth's leadership abilities and strategy. Arrows and shot flew through the air as the battle lines met, Krad bayonets versus the assorted weaponry of the King's Companions. The fighting was bloody, and swung in favor between both sides. Burz knew that if he didn't do something quick, the King's Companions would take heavy casualties, even if they emerged victorious. Looking out through the chaos of battle, one of the Krad soldiers caught his eye. A lieutenant was barking orders to his men, the brass chevrons on his blood red linen uniform confirming Burz's suspicions. That would be his target.

Burz took aim, steadying his breathing accordingly. Inhale... exhale halfway... The world grew more dull, Burz's focus sharp on the target. The ironsights were lined up with the man's chest...

*CRACK*

The Krad lieutenant jerked once, a pink mist bursting out from the chest wound, and crumpled to the ground, twitching. Burz smiled slightly. That should send the Krad ranks into disarray. Sliding down the hillock, Burz distanced himself from the area, knowing the scouts would see the plume of smoke from the discharged weapon. He had faith that Jazoth would prevail. It was high time that Burz laid low, as he knew the Krad scouts would be looking for him. Circling the battlefield and heading down the cobblestone road, Burz spied an inn that would make a great place to blend. Stowing the matchlock, Burz walked into the "Bright Sun Inn," and took a seat at the bar. Raising his hand once, the barkeep slid him an ale. Nodding in thanks, Burz laid some coppers on the counter and quaffed his ale thoughtfully.

[AM Oneechan]

”I'm boooooooored!” Analia exclaimed, laying on the balcony that protruded from her room, overlooking the richer part of the town. She could care less about what the snoots of the city was doing, though. She wanted something new to happen. She was supposed to be sleeping; night had long since fallen and white prickles of stars were scattered across the dark blanket opf the sky. This was why she was on her balcony. The city life beneath her interested her little, but the vast sea of stars upon the heavens filled her gut with hope that – one day – she could travel far and let the stars lead her way.
She did not care that the staff of her household were all asleep, aside from the poor nighttime guards that sat idly in the small hut build by the entrance to their manor – as much as she called it manor, it was more like a castle, but it was easily dwarfed by the giant building that served as the King's home; thus she called it a manor – she wanted adventure and she wanted it now. How did her father think she could find a husband by sitting around in her room or playing the perfect lady at banquettes and dinners? Her ideal husband would hate such events as much as she did. He would take her by the hand and lead her away, ripping the skirt off of her giant dress and taking her with him on adventures that could barely be imagined.
She gave a small, dreamy sigh, pushing herself up to a sitting position and brushing some of her rebellious, strawberry blonde hair away from her face and locking it behind her pointy ear. She made a decision then. Instead of sitting around. Moaning about how horrible her life was, she would take it into her own hands. She pushed herself up to a stand, brushing a bit of dust off of the back of her nightgown as she walked back inside. Her room was shrouded in darkness. She fumbled around in the darkness, searching for her flint and steel. Upon finding it, she began fumbling for her candle, instead. Soon, her room was lit in dancing orange and playful red.

She threw her closet open, pulling item of clothing after item of clothing from the depths. Dresses that had cost more than most of the people used on food for a whole month were tossed carelessly onto the dusty floor. Belts adorned by sparkling gems and heavy gold was abandoned at the bottom of a drawer. She was looking for something that would not be too obvious. She she ran around wearing expensive outfits and jewelery, she was sure to be spotted. If anyone recognized her, they were sure to bring her back where she belonged.
Finally finding suitable clothing, she stripped of her gown and tossed the silky fabric carelessly to the ground. She frowned at her lacy silk knickers, but knew she had nothing less conspicuous. Besides, who would get a look of her knickers? Sure, she was planning on finding a wonderful husband – to please her father – but she was still a lady.
She shook her head free of such vile thoughts – cheeks feeling warm with the blood that had rushed to her face – and focused on getting dressed. The shirt was tighter than she remembered it to be. She was still growing, so it did not surprise her much, but she could barely get the tiny, golden clasps at the front closed. She slid the trousers on easily, glad that she had taken her mother's advice to not wear those loose knickers that some ladies preferred; if she had done that, they would be bunching up under the tight leather. She pulled on her favorite boots, furrowing her brows at the gilded soles, but deciding that it did not matter. As a final touch, she pulled a pair of silk leg warmers to match the mint shade of the sides and back of her blouse.

She turned and looked at herself in the mirror that filled the entire wall of her room. Her attire was something worthy of an adventurer, she felt. Her hair, however – falling in elegant curls down her back and framing her face with the shorter bangs – was far from what an adventurer should have. She dared not cut it; she loved her hair. Instead, she braided it. Her father always told her that braided hair was for kitchen maidens and stable boys, but it felt nice. Her hair was no longer getting everywhere. Her bangs were still free, framing her face just like before, but she no longer looked like a princess. Instead, she felt, she looked like a bit like a thief. She giggled a bit at the idea. What would she ever need to steal?

[chukklehed]

while a little surprised at the ease of access, Luna quickly regained her composure. as the door opened, she smiled, trying to keep her fangs at least partially hidden.
it seemed she caught him in a good mood, better than she could have hoped, she could almost smell the smug on him. "i don't think of myself as rubbish company, though i suppose you'll have to decide that for yourself." instead of immediately looking around the room, she walked to the center of the open space and turned, waiting for permission to sit. very few people enjoyed doing business with a nosy merchant, let alone talk. "actually i was hopping you could help me out. i don't want any of your recipes or anything, but an alchemist of your reputation must know how to identify other people's methods, at least in part? would you mind if we opened a window? the normal smells of a tavern are overwhelming, and the ingredients you use aren't all pleasant on the nose."

[Hellbot711]

Delynnaria nods at the man befor she sits down in one one of the chairs inside the inn to just watching the others go every which way on their own doings. She herself removes the large book attached to her side from her belt and places it on the tables. She opens the dusty pages of the book and begins to read what is inside of it. This book itself being of a very old design and being almost unreadable to most people not highly educated in Ancient Elvish. After a decent amount of time reading she closes the book and replaces it on its position on her side be for standing up and heads to where the rooms would be for them upstairs. As she climbs the stairs she stops at the top and looks around unsure which ones are for her group.

[chukklehed]

"excuse me for just a quick second. one of my friends requires assistance. i shall return in just a couple seconds." opening the door and leaning out, Luna waves at Delynnaria to grab her attention, then points to one of the empty rooms they had rented. stepping back in and closing the door, she apologized for the interruption and returned to her position.