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The Hallows Inn

Uh... Is that edit in reference to who is punching the dredge? Because Arco already killed one.

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

A bit of smug satisfaction washed over Myra as she watched the once-smelly man dart out of the building. "Good work. He wasn't going to do anything but something about a man running with his tail in between his legs makes me feel waaay better than any rotten beverage can." She finally turned to face her bodyguard, "At ease. Go back to your post." She shooed him off and returned to her thoughts and her drink.

The rest of the day would be rather basic. Eating, shitting, and drinking. Most of the day would be chalked up to a blur as Myra got more and more inebriated. At some point she called it and slipped her head down onto the table for a little nap. Nobody would bother, Dumb would make sure of that. Dee, however, was still nowhere to be found and right now that was Myra's biggest problem. The idea of him plotting against her came up right before she nodded off.

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The hammer of gunfire woke her up sometime later. Dumb was standing right beside her, she could smell him. "Dumb! I can smell you... back off!" Her head rose off the table and she began nursing her eyes. "Goodness what is happening?" She looked around the room, still in a partial daze. The tavern was almost entirely empty, save for a few cowering souls. Myra slowly got up from chair and drew her sidearm. "Well I think I've had enough of this dump... Let's go." But first she wanted to take a detour. She still needed to score some money from this rot hole and next door there was a general store that just might have what she was looking for.

Myra followed Dumb as he kicked open the door and peered out. The firefight was close but there was room to slip away. Myra also poked her head out and saw what was going on. However her attention was drawn to a fallen metal man just in front of the door. He was still moving slightly so he wasn't a corpse yet. "Dumb! Drag that guy inside. He's blocking us." In truth, he wasn't blocking them but Myra could be a good person...

The large burly man approached the fallen metal man and wrapped his arms around the man's midsection. He heaved and lifted but the metal man's weight was quite unexpected. Myra groaned at the prospect of helping but she did. She kept low as she grabbed the man's ankles lifted them just off the ground. She struggled but she managed to help just enough for Dumb to drag the man inside. Both of them roughly dropped him inside the Pumphouse. "God.... that guy was heavy." Myra wheezed as she signaled her bodyguard to weight a minute.

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Yo. I went ahead and added a little excitement. There will be more to come.. soon.

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Goddess curse me... It has been seven days since the last time Arco could count anything as a meal. One day for each of Arco's companions lost in the woods. Penance in its truest form. Yet, the Draconian Paladin couldn't help but feel like salvation was just around the corner. It was a gut feeling but it didn't feel so baseless as a hunch. Still, there was nothing but forest in sight and the dredges were on the hunt. They have been ever since Arco split from the group but only now did they finally catch his trail and began nipping at his heels as he ran. Seven dredges by his count. Cursed indeed.

Dredges were a bit like feral hounds save for the rotting skin and exposed bone. They were also considerably big, measuring up to the largest of dogs. Also unlike dogs, they aren't at all natural but instead are the product of magic. They are the result of a rather lower tier incantation of summoning but incredibly useful if the magic wielder needed to hunt down anything living, as long as they didn't need anything alive of course. What did this anonymous summoner want with a Draconian Paladin? No idea. Probably for sport.

"Alright come on, Arconia... A sign or something that I might make it out of here alive would be nice." Arco muttered to himself as he leapt a fallen trunk, overgrown with other vegetation. The dredges soon followed, snarling and snapping as they chased. Weaving in between trees and leaping obstacles could only buy time but every man has their limit and Arco was getting tired. The Draconian scanned his view for any sign of his salvation and thankfully, the little fluttering glitter caught his eyes. Rye.

Running past the miniature figure, Arco shouted, "Which way?!" The timid and scarred pixie fluttered up and over Arco's head and dropped her altitude to match her protector's eyesight. She point lazily to the right, signaling something was that way but what remained a mystery. That casual point was enough for Arco and despite really only knowing his winged friend for about a week now, he still trusted her to save both of their lives. "Alright lead on!" The pixie nodded as she knifed her flight to the side and soared in the direction she pointed. Arco followed and judging by the growls and cackles of the monsters behind him, they weren't too far off either. Whatever Rye found, it had better be worth it.

Minutes seemed to pass as Arco followed Rye and the beasts followed Arco. Nothing significant came to pass until a sudden flush of light met Arco's green eyes. It was almost blinding but he could make out where they were. A forest clearing and dead ahead... a building? Whatever it was, there were others, living and breathing. Suddenly hope and joy sprung on Arco's being as he made headway for the building shouting. "Hey! Over here!" He waved one of his arms in order to attract attention. Hopefully someone would come because a sudden sting on his left leg turned into searing pain as his body realized what just happened. One of the dredges had grabbed ahold of his leg, sinking its teeth into his leg. "Arrrooo!" He howled as he fell onto the trimmed grass.

He turned quickly and slammed his mace on top of the dredge's extended neck, crushing it with the sheer force of the blow. Some of the dredges came to a stop while the others pressed on towards the inn. Four half rotten corpses made headway for the inn, hoping to score easy prey.

The Hallows Inn [Character Sheets]

Arco and Rye

Name: Arco Del' Rio Nezzaron
Age: 476 Years
Race: Draconian
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Class: Paladin



Weapon(s): Refined Steel Mace, Blessed Symbol of the Order
Armor: Paladin Knight Armor

Personal Trinkets: Various jewelry relating to the Order. Most have significance to his rank.
Short History: Over four hundred and fifty years is a long time to sum up in a short history, but Arco's most crowning point is his devotion to the Order of the Arconiac Unity. The Order is a very prestigious, religious order serving the only accepted religion for the Draconian race, Arconia's Blessing. To sum up the religion, Arconia is the lone female goddess who gave the Draconian's life. It is said she is not of Draconian race but rather prefers the appearance of a storm elemental. In Arconia's case, which the Order of the Arconiac Unity and Arconia's Blessing, take their primary symbol from, a draconian hand reaching for a lightning bolt.

Arconia's Blessing is seen as the pure and highly respected by almost all of the Draconian race, but there are a few who refuse it. Those that refuse are disowned and casted out by family and friends and the only way to get back is to make a pilgrimage to Acronia's Peak, a tall mountain located near the Draconian home city of Arroseren. This is important because Arco Del Rio Nezzaron was at one time casted out of his community for being a rather rebellious sort at a much younger age. He gambled, accepted prostitutes, and pretty much went against every rule in the Arconian book. He didn't care, however, because he was having the time of his life. He traveled and experienced the world as he served on a mercenary ship in his youth.

Time would go on and around his three hundredth year of life, Arco fell gravely ill and was believed to be dead for awhile. But in truth, Arco was actually being taken by Arconia and asked by the blessed Storm Mother to repent, at least that is what he recalls. He was revived just before being buried and sought Arconia's Peak immediately after rising. Shortly after repentance, he rejoined his clan and soon joined the Order of Arconian Unity, because his claim of speaking with the Great Mother was indisputable.

In his more recent history, Arco was sent to Drakenwald. Mystery had surrounded the forest for far to long and the elders claimed to have visions of great blight that would originate from there. Arco and a few others of his order were sent to investigate, but they all soon lost each other in the thick forest

Other: Rescued a Pixie in Drakenwald Forest and now keeps her close in lieu of his companions.

Name: Rye
Age: Unknown

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Yo. I was going to have Arco chased right up to the clearing but I could have him chased to the Inn's front door.

Give me me like three hours, though. I've got class up till then.

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I will post tonight.

Interesting back story and by complete coincidence, it makes Arco's backstory fit pretty snugly

Raxacoricofallapatorius is sooooo edgy.

Doivid said
This is all natural, kiddo. Also if im old guild what are you? Prehistoric?

Primeval. I'm definitely not a dinosaur like some of the real oldies.

Raxacoricofallapatorius is sooooo edgy.

Doivid said
I still consider myself fresh and new.

You can apply cosmetics all you want, Trip, but you'll still be the same old guilder that I know.

It's been an amusing ride....

Adios Machado!