brokndremes

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

@brokndremes I really need to mention this, because it's been bothering me for some time.

Whenever I see your name, I read it as broken memes

@Lord Santa

>_<

Now I see my own name as that...

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

Travelling to the prison castle, or at least what was left of the prison castle, was a rather uneventful trip. Something Laurena was perfectly fine with, the excitement would come when they entered the dungeon. They had even passed by a small stream, although none of the others had shared her enthusiasm about finding it, making the party keep moving without a proper analyses. Laurena's perturbation vanished as the ruins came into view. The tower was no longer standing proud, as some had claimed. Crumbling stones and creeping vegetation was the only hint that a proud structure once stood here.

An excited look in her eyes, Laurena hurried to the fallen stones, running her hands above the rock and whispering words of detection. The stone responded with a faint glow in some places, but quickly faded. There had been some magical attempts to reinforce the stones, yet they had obviously failed. Still, magic used here likely meant more used below. All the more reason to delve deeper then.

Laurena's companions put forth their opinions of how best to enter the castle. Although she wasn't fond of the idea of breaking through the ruins, nature did seem to have done most of the work already. The wall, or what was left of it, was riddled with holes and it would be trivial to pass through one of them. "That gap to the left looks fairly passable." Laurena said, gesturing towards where a tree had helped displace stone in its death. "Though I am loath to miss whatever architecture may be left of the entrance. As far as going down, I can detect any remaining magic, though I'm not sure about more...conventional traps. I'd prefer to stay somewhere up front so none of you trip anything nasty."

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

Writing now. Travelling currently, so if I don't finish soon, I'll post when my plane lands.

Edit: Posted what I have, can expand a bit once I land. The core of the post shouldn't change, but I haven't had time to look it over yet,

The Ones that were Left Behind

Rather bogged down with midterms at the moment, but I should like to join this sometime later.

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

Laurena surveyed the party as they welcomed her into their midst. Fortune was certainly favoring her now, granting not only a guide to Haldric's final resting place, but food as well. The high elf, apparently rather skilled with a mandolin, began playing a lively tune as they settled down. There certainly were some interesting characters amongst them. The device that the dwarf Kaghad was using was particularly interesting. The dwarf placed something, coal most likely, into its maw and soon a second fire was roaring. Idly, Laurena wondered how hot it could get, and how such a small device could work. The leader of the party, the pink haired paladin Tanya wielding a rather large sword turned to address Laurena. Snapping out of her speculation about the portable forge, Laurena recalled the roast boar sitting nearby. Right. Food. Her stomach growled angrily once more, reminding her of how she'd neglected it recently. None of the other party members seemed too keen on carving it for them, so, unstoppering her waterskin, Laurena took the initiative. "Well, since noone else will...ciegamel" She muttered the last word, and a stream of water followed her hand as she drew it away from the container. A portion of it gathered in her hand, while the rest returned to her pouch with a gesture. She turned to address the nem Teri, moving up to the boar over the low fire. "The prison-castle of the mad king Hadric is said to be the final resting place of the king and all his greatest possessions. The king is believed to have been driven by some sort of paranoia, and put his wealth toward protecting himself, building a dungeon beneath the ground." The flame would make things a bit harder, but it still shouldn't be a problem...Laurena muttered another word, and the water in her palm took the form of a knife of ice. With a quick smile and nod, Laurena went about carving the meat, continuing the story as she worked. "Legend says that the deeper he went, the more the madness took him, until he drove off or killed all who would support him. Legend also says the king turned to darker magicks in order to preserve his life, and that he succeeded. See, this is where things start getting interesting. Countless mages have tried to make themselves immortal, and as far as the college knows, none have really succeeded. Sure, there's forms of necromancy, but would you fancy living forever in a decaying old body? And while it's most likely ol' King Haldric went down this path as well, there's bound to be some interesting magical traps guarding the place! I'm sure our bard could tell you more" A glint of excitement was showing in Laurena's eyes now, but the boar had other demands. In a few more incantations, a small platter was sitting on the grass beside the fire, and Laurena began placing chunks of rough cut meat. While she knew enough to tell what was edible and what was not, she was hardly a butcher. "Who wants some? Get it while it's hot!" She offered to the others, cutting a small bite off one of the slabs, then panting to cool her mouth, caught off guard by how hot the meat had been.

RPGC #1 -- Inspired By A Song

Yay! I missed these. Will write stuff at some point, assuming I have the time. On a somewhat unrelated note, does anyone happen to have copies of the Hall of Fame from the oldguild WOTM?

The Witch Hunt

To be fair, I haven't really any free hours for a bit now. Then again, I can't really do much more at this point.

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

<Snipped quote by brokndremes> I assume things went poorly?

@Lugubrious

Pretty much sums it up. A few came up and caused a cascade of work to fall my way. Just getting out from under the pile now, though. Didn't think it would hang things up so much though. I should have enough breathing room to write something come Friday, possibly a bit earlier, but hopefully someone else will be able to post before that.

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

I'll get something up later today, assuming all goes well.

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

Laurena ------ The sun beating down on her seemed to lend the world an unwelcome dryness, as though the greedy fire was trying to scour the earth of its nemesis and claim the world for its own. Still, the rumors had pointed towards this strip of land as being the former domain of mad King Haldric, who had supposedly figured out how to avoid dying. Or so people claimed. Dying couldn't be very enjoyable, and it was something Laurena had all intentions of avoiding. So, if someone had figured it out, looking into it was worth a mention, wasn't it? Besides, it got her away from those pesky villagers from Harisburg who hadn't appreciated the joys of rain as much as Laurena. As she walked, she contemplated bringing in a few clouds to lighten the mood of things, yet balked at the effort required for such things. Besides, it's not like these people will appreciate it much either. She thought. Eventually her walking brought her into the heart of the small town of....somewhere. The exact name wasn't that important. Perhaps Bareton? Baleston? B-something at least. Her thoughts were interrupted by a rumbling stomach, which brought more pressing matters such as food and lodging to Laurena's attention. Quickly examining the area revealed two taverns of some capacity. The first looked rather well maintained, warm light flowing from the doorway. A ruckus could be heard emanating from inside, the chorus of the drunk. She heard it quiet for a moment, a voice standing out as the others died down, then picking up once again. Perhaps some event was going on inside? Laurena decided to check the other tavern first. It wasn't likely to be something she would be interested in, unless it was somehow relevant to finding the PrisonCastle, and the odds of that were simply astronomical. The second tavern seemed a bit quieter, the lack of noise giving it the winning edge over the first. Sparing a glance back, Laurena noticed a rather strange party exiting. Led by a rather short woman with a sword that seemed dangerously close to dragging against, the adventurers managed to catch her attention. Amongst those present were at least two high elves, a fairy, and a dwarf. As if that wasn't enough to catch Laurena's attention, the prospect that they, obviously being talented adventurers, might know of the Mad King and his backwards castle spurred her to meet the group and see what they knew, stomach-be-damned. The crowds gave Laurena some trouble, yet the group wasn't hard to follow, considering the wide array of interesting persons that composed it. Soon the town was left behind in favor of a camp, with some sort of beast roasting on a fire. Some of those who had been in the party initially seemed to have peeled off at some point, for whatever reason they chose. Perhaps they would be able to provide a nice meal as well as advice? Coin could help there, if nothing else. As she approached the camp, it became very obvious that its current occupant, a Nem who seemed to be short even for her peoples standards, was not welcome. Furthermore, Laurena seemed to have appeared at an opportune moment, walking into the firelight as the Nem made an offer of food. "You know, dinner sounds quite wonderful, don't you think?" Laurena interjected, hoping to do her best to diffuse the situation. "I'm Laurena d'Olson, Water Mage from Meridan College, here to investigate the so-called 'Prison Castle of the Mad King Haldric,' and was hoping some of you might know of it?" Laurena took up a place between the Nem and the rest of the party, eying the roast beast as she waited.