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The Guardians of Sa'Renak

I'm tempted to put a knife in this one and call it done.

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well...they were going up.

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Merlin was quite surprised when he had been named the leader of this ragtag group almost by default. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts, wondering what was in store for the bunch he hadn't noticed how many people were now surrounding him, awaiting his first move. This was pressure, he thought, he hadn't known much of it before now however this was a whole new game. The first that seemed to approach him was Maribel, the young girl whose eyes spoke of centuries of pain and suffering. She scared the gods out of him, he couldn't explain it but she terrified him more than any quarry he had ever tracked. Then there was the gleaming bucket of armor that somewhere inside contained a holy elfish woman, this, is already quite the troupe. As the others came up and made themselves and their intentions known they received their purse and awaited Merlin's instructions.

The evil was growing in force in the south east and was not taking its time moving across the land. For an army of mostly dead and derelict soldiers they had a certain swiftness about them. The port city of Woodshore was under duress, they were right in the path of these invading armies. Merlin figured this would be a way to attempt to cut off the armies progress.

Merlin stood up to address the table of his companions; "Woodshore is in need of our help, if you aren't ready to leave tonight then be ready, time is most certainly not on our side." He paused to allow his allies to start amassing a list of poultices and other miscellaneous items they may need. "Meet me at the south gate at daybreak. We will leave toward the city of Feymere, from there we will make our way to Woodshore. If anyone has any questions please feel free to ask. I will be ready to fight this great evil and am glad I have a strong group of fierce warriors and adventurers by my side. Say goodbye to any loved ones you have for this may be the last time you see them."

Merlin grabbed his mug of ale, stood up ad he downed the drink and made his way for the door, He needed to get some more caltrops and could use some fishing line as well.

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sorry guys! my kids have been sick and therefore occupying a grand amount of my time. I wanted to do a quality post so I'm trying to put a decent one up as we speak.

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I believe we are all here. Now I shall post sometime today.

Return to Earth/Return to Surface of Earth Post Apoc Fantasy RP

Lets see where this goes. What about a small sect that stayed underground? I was thinking of making a Steampunk inspired character who is gifted in the creating and implementation of unique and alternative technologies....

Especially if you want to go with a sci-fi theme, maybe the off-planet races view those who stayed behind as "hokey" and "primitive"

The Guardians of Sa'Renak (High Fantasy Interest Check)

for the moment the RP is closed to applicants. However Please subscribe to the IC thread and keep reading, I am allowing a rotating roster, should people become inactive/choose to leave they will be replaced. And anyone who begins to read/enjoy the RP please PM me your ideas and suggestions for future plot branches and themes.

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@Algorhythm Bard accepted! can't wait to meet him!
@Kitsune Val the Paladin accepted!

The RP is now full and closed to applicants (for the time being), Please feel free to PM me with any ideas, plot lines you wish you attempt to explore, This isn't just my brain child it's all of ours so lets make this thing awesome.

I'll fully update the roster and everyone needs to get their ICs in before we leave Alo'Quin

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Inside The Cup and Barrel

As the hours waned into the evening and another day of hard work and hard leisure came to pass, the inhabitants of the city scurried off to their hovels to be with family. The rest of those who cared to chance the streets in the late hours made their way to various ale houses and brothels. Alo'Quin was the kind of place where people who wanted to forget about their problems (or gather a whole new cache of them), and this made frequenting alleys and walkways an act done with much trepidation.

Merlin was gazing around the bustling tavern as the patrons ebbed and flowed like the tide, the coin being exchanged for ale and services was a pleasant melody, however a tad distracting. A few figures had caught his eye, the first a petite fair skinned girl whose harsh and hardened gaze struck Merlin to his soul, though her physical appearance have led the average fool to believe she was far too young to be out at this hour. Merlin knew better, Alo'Quin held many surprises for the unassuming traveler or merchant. He kept feeling as though there was a familiar smell in the air, it wanted to turn his stomach; the air held a metallic odor, almost coppery. It reminded Merlin of his grandfathers shack where he would hang his various traps after a hunt, even the thought now made his stomach turn slightly.

Not to be distracted, he was soon attuned to the sheepish looking figure along the wall, Merlin could almost taste the magik in the air, like electricity, his hairs on his arm were standing on end. This feeling was amplified when a fiery-haired female approached the table in a manor befitting of her size and previous actions, which Merlin paid close attention to. She was, in fact so boisterous that Merlin hadn't noticed the foreigner sneak in and take a seat at the bar. His unusual attire and mannerisms gave him away from the drop, yet all this commotion made it rather easy for someone to blend in even if it was clear they weren't a local...most of Alo'Quins residents weren't from here anyway.

He almost completely passed over the gentleman who first joined him at the table. And then there was the old man in the large robes. Still silent and keeping vigilant watch over his drink which seemed to be bottomless. Without a thought or a hint the pile of robes stood up and the figure presumably inside addressed the entire tavern with a comforting yet powerful voice.

"I see you all have arrived, your reasons for being here are as diverse as your cultures, backgrounds, and personalities. If you seek to rid this land of a terrible infestation I bid you to my table and that you may hear my plea." The man assumed a more relaxed position as his voice lowered and took a rough gravely tone. Those whom had their interest caught leaned in for a better understanding of what the man was saying. "Your king has summoned yours truly to assemble a small pact, a group of fierce warriors, cunning rogues and passionate mages and druids, to campaign against an evil order of undead and unwanted. This axis has its sights on consuming Sa'Renak in absolute darkness, even now its cold unrelenting grip tightens it's vice over the southeastern plains. Where this army treads, only desolation and despair remain, I am charging you with a task that will lead you right into the maw of the Vile Cult. I do not expect you to fight a war on your own, you must understand this measure is being taken to prevent all-out-war. You will each be given a sum of 100 gold pieces to buy any remaining equipment or goods you may need. The rest of your payment will be made to you or your estate upon completion of the task, you leave at daybreak, should you choose to continue come to me for your payment and then speak with young Merlin here. Rest easy and prepare your souls for the dark and heavy burden they must bare."

Without a blink or a sound the figure seated itself and awaited the seekers of glory and fortune to approach. Merlin was curious, How had he known my name? he thought. At any rate he looked down next to his nearly vacant mug of mead and saw his payment had already been deposited at his place setting next to his beverage. For an old man he was sharp as an elvish blade and worked twice as fast. Merlin was certainly impressed, he could only hope that his soon to be flock of adventurers held the same gravitas. As he finished his mug he settled into his seat waiting for his comrades to approach.

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@Kitsune ok let's get your cs up here so we can have our set roster