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Post by Grimmlocke on Oct 3, 2006 18:23:41 GMT -5
OOC: Was it too much? I think it might have been.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Oct 1, 2006 23:48:07 GMT -5
OOC: Wha-huh? I thought this thing was dead! But one thing: Why did you need me?
IC: Peeking through his arms, Tham saw a pair of newcomers discussing something between one another. He watched them for a moment to make sure that they weren't going to do anything stupid before moving onward. His gaze caught movement outside the window. Curious, he raised his head to investigate further.
At that exact moment, the recruiter descended the staircase, proclaiming that he had contracts available for signing for any that wished to join the Merchant Kings' armies. The quiet room suddenly erupted as mercenaries that had been lounging in their stools leapt to their feet and began shouting that they were ready to sign. The recruiter simply smiled and waved at them, stepping slowly down the stair that lead to the common room. His next step turned into a stumble, and he tumbled down the remaining stairs to land in a heap on the floor, a throwing knife fixed between his eyes. All eyes turned to see who had thrown the knife.
Verald simply shrugged and grinned ruefully. "Sorry lads, but the Korbites pay me well." A couple of the men guffawed, but the remainder began to grumble menacingly. One man stood and drew a huge broadsword, his intentions obvious. In response, Verald simply whistled.
The door to the inn burst inward, and a heavily armed troop of Korbite infantry tramped into the room, followed by one of the most heavily armored men Tham had ever seen. The commander, for that is what he obviously was, drew out a piece of parchment.
"By order of his Imperial Majesty, Emperor Orran Korba XVIII, all men and woman in this establishment able to carry a sword are to be conscripted into the Korbite Military and paid at the rate of three coppers a week. All objectors will be immediately executed." He rolled the parchment and slid it into a carrying tube, which he thrust roughly into a belt at his side.
Almost every mercenary in the inn drew weapons, and with a roar, they charged the soldiers. Tham, however, simply looked over at Verald and asked if there was a spare room in the back he could use for a moment. A quick glance outside told him that there were soldiers waiting for anybody attempting to flee. As he spoke with Verald, he wrapped his head again and pinned it in place at his right temple with a silver pin worked in the shape of a raven. After finding out that there indeed was an empty room in the back, Tham stood and vaulted over the bar striding quickly into the back rooms, already beginning to gather the shadows to himself. It was fortunate that he hadn't used the spell today yet. The only place he knew to be safe was Iyre, the capital of Wyrr.
Had he been seen? Tham decided it wasn't worth the time to investigate. He doubted that anyone had paid attention to their shadows sliding along the floor to the open doorway in front of him. The shadows coaleced into the doorway, forming a portal of what seemed to be liquid darkness. Tham turned to look back one last time at the Inn. It had been one of his favorites, which was unfortunate, since he doubted it would withstand the pitched battle going on currently.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Jun 22, 2006 1:43:40 GMT -5
Tham saw the newcomer wince in pain. He gave a silent prayer that he hadn't dragged the entire tavern into a fight. All he wanted to do was rest. "Please, just let me rest." He whispered into his cup. Maybe whatever local deity was in charge would take mercy on him. Maybe. Tham shook his head in silent self-admonition. For him, no luck was good luck. Always be ready for the worst.
The young mercenary looked around the room, spotting a few windows in the back of the establishment that would serve as decent exits in case he was forced to make a quick escape. He finished his water and pushed the cup back towards Verald before allowing his head to fall into his arms.
Tham pretended to sleep. Who would know that his cup had been mere water? It would afford him an excellent opportunity to escape notice in the event of a fight. He thought he heard Verald say something to the other patrons, but his arms muffled the low voice of the barkeep enough to make whatever was said unintelligible.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Jun 19, 2006 1:22:22 GMT -5
OOC: Original Message: Oh, I think you got plenty of things for your birthday, Sadie m'dear. But I might just post something when I'm not dead tired. I spent most of the night with some friends rolling assorted dice and dealing death to hordes of foes. That's right, I'm starting to get into paper and pencil rpgs...gah, I've sunk to such depths of geekdom that it's starting to worry even me.
Edit: God, I just got a jolt from the Dr. Pepper at my side. ALL HAIL THE MIGHT OF SUGAR (among other substances...)!
IC: Tham turned and tossed the musician three coppers. "That's for you not to play. There are people here who have headaches from last night still, so high pitched noise, no matter how beautiful, will most likely cause a bit of a ruckus." He turned back to the bar. He had accomplished his goal for the night, but he was loathe to rent a room anywhere in the town, what with the large percentage of greedy warriors in the area.
OOC: Ah, surge is over. Night for now. More to follow soon...maybe
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Post by Grimmlocke on May 20, 2006 0:52:06 GMT -5
"Now, lass. When did you ever take a mere 'No' as an answer?" Verald teased. "I might need you tonight though. Two of the other girls didn't make it in today. Curious day to get married, but who am I to question love?" With a dramatic sigh, Verald pulled out an old rag and began to wipe down the bar.
Tham watched, half interested, as the barkeep told the girl what she needed to do. The young man couldn't help but glance at her after she had smiled at him. It was rare for anyone to smile around him, rare enough that he had learned to appreciate the beauty of one. He made a half-hearted attempt at a chuckle at the old man's antics.
That girl was still there. If she stuck around much longer, Tham would have to speak with her, something he ususally avoided as much as possible. Thankfully, just as she opened her mouth to say something, an old wound flared up, and Tham was able to excuse himself and make his way to one of the private rooms upstairs.
After re-dressing the deep cut on his side, Tham decided to check out the recruiter the old man had mentioned. He could use the work, and if he went before the recruiter came down the stairs, he could assure himself a job.
Tham went down the hallway, checking rooms. After a particularly hair-raising mistake, the now red-eared young man discovered the recruiter's chamber.
"Excuse me sir, but are you the man in charge of buying mercenaries?" Tham asked.
"Yes, yes, yes, my boy. Come and sit down." A rather officious looking gentleman gestured to a nearby seat. "Have some interest in making ten gold pieces a day, do you? Of course, that's only the starting wage of a soldier in the Merchant Kings' employ. If you have enough skill, we could offer you more. The only stipulation is that you actually have to demonstrate said skill on the battlefield." As he spoke, the recruiter was pulling out an assortment of legal documents.
Tham mulled over what the man had said so far. With the offered amount of money, he would be able to afford his own house within....a few months in the campaign.
"Well, sounds like a good deal to me. Where do I sign?"
After he had completed all the necessary paperwork, Tham went back downstairs, where he plopped back onto his stool and resumed sipping his water. As he scanned the room he realized that the girl was still there, yet the room was spotless. Had he been gone that long? "You're good." He said, his quiet voice delievering the compliment with the utmost sincerity.
OOC: Ug, disgusting. I'm SO out of practice right now. Join if you wish, Max.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Mar 29, 2006 23:36:13 GMT -5
The low murmer of conversation and the sounds of money jingling of purses filled the old tavern as a summer's storm howed outside. Patrons were illuminated by the ruddy light of a fire burning quietly in the hearth. Grizzled mercenaries gulped ale from large tankards, swapping stories and showing scars. The place had long been known as one of the best recruitment sites in the area. Any mercenary that entered the place was almost guaranteed work. The fat, jovial proprietor went by the name Verald, though few knew if that was his real name or not. Many mercenaries had something to hide, so they didn't pry. Busty barmaids, the best money could buy, carried drinks to and from the counter, smiling at the appreciative smiles they recieved from the customers.
The door opened, a gust of warm wind blowing another mercenary into the tavern. Few of the seasoned warriors took notice of the young man that entered, his dark red cloak soaked from the wet. He walked quietly over to an open stool and took a seat. Verald made his way over to the newcomer as the young man unwound a long piece of black cloth from around his face. Undeterred by the three claw marks that ran from the boy's temples to his lip, the old fellow smiled."What'll ya have, young master?" He asked.
"Water, please." Was the quiet reply.
"Water, young master? Pardon my saying so, but you look to have had enough of that. Perhaps a good tankard of ale, or a-"
"Water, friend." The reply caused Verald to frown, but he obligingly filled a mug and handed it over to the young man. "That'll be a copper, young master."
"I'm Tham." The young man reached into some hidden pocket in his cloak and rummaged for a second. Metal clinked on metal as he searched for a minute before finally drawing out the required payment.
"Ah, thank you kindly, young master Tham. Is there anything else I can do for ya?" Verald knew of his Tavern's reputation. In fact, he encouraged it. It kept the truely noisey drunks out.
"Yes. I'm looking for work. You wouldn't happen to know of any...developments, would you?" Tham asked in his quiet voice.
"Well, the Merchant-Kings of Wyyr look to be eyeing their neighbor, Korba. They've been buying up all the mercs they can find."
"Korba? As in the Empire of Korba? For a kingdom without a standing army, Wyyr sure is ambitious."
Verald gave a chuckle. "Aye, that they are. If there was ever a time to strike though, now would be the time. With Vain's defeat being so recent, few Kingdoms are prepared for another war. Wyyr was already buying mercs for that, but they weren't about to enter the war without the Warlord being on their doorstep. They decided to let Korba weaken him first. But now that Korba is weak, all those Mercs could be well used."
"You're telling me things I already know, Verald. Anything else?"
"The usual, protecting carriages, finding lost purses. Nothing serious. Nothing that pays like the Merchant-Kings."
"And where can I find a contact?"
"There's one upstairs, lad. He'll be down in a little while."
Tham nodded and went back to sipping his water.
OOC: So there it is. I don't have a planned storyline, so...whatever. Join if you like.
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Post by Grimmlocke on May 23, 2006 0:31:22 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, man. Happens to me all the time. Actually, most of my stuff is written in the early AM.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Mar 26, 2006 2:06:13 GMT -5
Name- Tham Rivencrest Age- 20 Weapon(s)- A long spear. It consists of a long metal pole, with a curved blade on the end. The pole is painted black, and the blade is etched with ornate designs. He also has a long knife in a red sash at his waist.
Appearence- He has short, black hair, with ice blue eyes. He wears black leather armor, giving him a better range of movement. His best armor, however, is his tremendous agility. Tham has three scars on his face from a childhood accident, which he keeps covered with a black piece of cloth wrapped around his head, showing only his eyes and the bridge of his nose. He usually keeps his armor covered by a cloak of some kind, usually either crimson or black.
Short History: After the destruction of his home village by the maurading undead hordes of the warlord Vain, Tham was forced to bring a second death to his newly reanimated father. Tham left his father buried under the burning embers of his home and made his way to the nearby city of Kerin, where he promptly hired himself out as a mercenary to one of the many opposing kingdoms.
Vain fell two years later when a cadre of magically enhanced warriors and wizards broke into his vault and found the series of amulets that powered his undying war machine. In the final battle, Tham was forced to fight his father again, though this time, the old man had been encased in enhanced armor of his own. It was only when Tham discovered that his spear was strengthened by the blood of his foes. It was only when that blade had drained the last drop of blood from the corpse that had been his father that Tham knew he had achieved victory.
Within hours of his father's final death, the wizards in the cadre had broken the connection of the amulets, and Vain's undead warriors fell where they stood.
Enhancements: In order to give him an edge against the deathless warriors he faced, Tham collected an assortment of items.
His boots increase his overall speed.
A silver pin in the shape of a raven allows him to form a gateway from the shadows once each day. The only downside is that it also gives him a constant sensitivity to light.
His spear absorbs the blood of his enemies everytime it pierces the skin. Over time it builds up a charge, evidenced by the orange glow that dances along the runes etched into it's surface. When released, the pent up energy runs along the blade before leaping towards the target in a whiplike fashion, wrapping around nearby enemies and cutting their flesh wherever it touches.
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*Tear*
Jan 3, 2007 13:17:53 GMT -5
Post by Grimmlocke on Jan 3, 2007 13:17:53 GMT -5
And, as usual...I have become Grimmy. Curses.
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*Tear*
Dec 28, 2006 13:18:25 GMT -5
Post by Grimmlocke on Dec 28, 2006 13:18:25 GMT -5
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Post by Grimmlocke on Oct 22, 2006 17:58:26 GMT -5
Yeah, it would probably be the characters from the show as NPC's with the PC's being made up. At least, that's what I was thinking.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Oct 18, 2006 23:54:26 GMT -5
Would anybody be interested in a Teen Titans thread? It would be inspired by the popular show. I actually was reading one that I was in last year, and I thought it would be cool to get one going here.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Nov 16, 2006 17:26:48 GMT -5
Wow, you graduated?! o.o I didn't know that! Congrats. *Strangled noises* I'M TWENTY FRIGGIN' YEARS OLD! And I took a semester off from college. I'm going back after christmas.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Nov 1, 2006 2:11:49 GMT -5
I saw that...it was decidedly "mweh" for me.
Dark Angel was definately the best Alba media. It had an interesting plotline, nifty characters, a government conspiracy AND a genetically engineered supersoldier main character. That made it nifty to an extreme unheard of. Ever. And then the second season happened. It was cool, but a bit more "out there." I blame James Cameron.
Plus it replaced Star Trek: The Next Generation as the TV show my mom and I watched together. It was a rare chance for us to bond, as she spends most of her time with my younger sisters. Which is understandable, since they're both still in school and I'm not.
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Post by Grimmlocke on Oct 31, 2006 14:15:11 GMT -5
Bwah, I miss Dark Angel. That was a good show.
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