Fantasy RP

[Tikobe]

Othan

"Well, in the end I suppose whatever he's planning is irrelevant. We're his subjects, and as his subjects our duty is nothing more than to fulfill his goals, whatever they may be. All that needs to be done is to tell me what to do and I'll see to it that it's done."

Kainer

I run to the side to get out of the way. There's no way I can beat this guy by myself, it isn't possible. I'll try to evade this troll's attack and run over to Rhyewn. We need to regroup and band together.

Arelia

"Death by exhaustion? I've faced worse than this in the military. Back then if we were under siege I couldn't take a break even if I was about to die because otherwise the enemy would take the fortress and I'd get killed anyways. Besides, I hate having nothing to do. Makes me feel a good deal more anxious than I need to be."

[Bannanachair]

Alfred

 
"He was just asking some questions about the storm, cap'n," Artie said. "Said that for the church to properly help, they need to know as much as possible about the storm.
 

Verous

 
"My lord, uh, it would be no trouble for me at all," Sister Monia said. "If there are truly, uh, if there truly are bandits hiding in the crypts, then they are sacrilegious in, uh, at least three ways I can think of off the top of my head. Not to mention that, um, that if they are using the crypts, then it's not safe for the people of the town - uh, less safe for the people of the town, that is, uh, my lord."
 
"Sister Monia, we are very thankful for your offers of assistance," Perrin said, "But your sleep is just as important as ours. We have no need to steal your quarters, by the way - Count Ballus has given us rooms in his castle. The three of us can work on it in the morning."
 
"Uh, my lord, you said yourself that you do need those maps, and it would truly be no trouble for me at all. Uh, if I do feel myself getting tired, I can ask another priestess or nun to take over and get some rest, but, uh, but I do not feel too tired right now."
 

Othan

 
As you look out your window, you see your father turn and begin riding back towards the castle with his honour guard. After about a minute, you see Nizeston take wing, flying towards the castle as well much faster than your father - quickly overtaking him, then circling back, then following after him again - until your father arrives.
 
From downstairs, in the hall where petitions are heard, you hear the grand double-doors open and your father steps in. "I, Earl Thander of Mallowater, am pleased to announce to all of you in attendance and to all those in this grand city, our king, Nizeston the Blue!" That brief speech was met with a cheer from those who were in attendance, many of whom clearly decided against leaving.
 
And then the dragon walked (or perhaps crawled) in, barely fitting through the huge doors and large enough to make the large hall seem to be the size of a small cottage that he owned.
 

Kainer

 
As you duck and make your way towards Rhyewn, another man cuts off the hand that swung a club at you. The man wasn't a knight you recognized - perhaps he was Sir Albince, perhaps he was one of Albince's men - but he made the troll scream in pain. The man's face turned from satisfaction at scoring a good hit to horror, however, as the hand began to grow back on the troll at a very quick rate.
 
When you make your way to where Rhyewn is, you see that he's barely just gotten up and that there's a troll wielding what appears to be a giant axe (with a nine-foot long haft!) swinging at him.
 

Arelia

 
"In that case, you could pour some wine for us and punch for the kids, and find the plates and forks."

[Duck14]

Alfred

I nod, seemed about right. “Yeah, that’s what they said to me. Ah, well. Seems like we’ll be out of the loop for a little while longer then. You take the rest of the day off Artie, you deserve it.”

————
Verous

She really wanted to help, which made me feel worse about having her do this. But then it was a job that needed to be done, she brought up a very good point there. “Very well. But be sure that you do get someone else to do it if you find yourself getting tired. We may have more questions when we return. Thank you for everything you’re doing here, it really is of great assistance to us.”

[Duck14]

(I didn’t realise it had been two months since my last post on here. That’s a long time for sure.)

[Duck14]

(Maybe Arthur killed this thread. Everything was going along at a steady enough pace, then Arthur appears and nothing. Arthur Fangoran, Killer of RPs.)

[Bannanachair]

(I don't think that's what happened. Honestly, I think it's my fault that this thread seems to have died.)

[Bannanachair]

This is a very, very rushed map that I made of Emuine and northern Eplune (the names of the continents) for old time's sake, more or less showing everything on a map. This isn't the map that I wanted to make for Fantasy RP; I wanted to, eventually, have something at the level of detail of the maps I showed earlier around Orevod and the Nubarb (or maybe even more detailed) but showing an area larger than this.

SPOILER: Click to show

For comparison, here's the map that I had made of Eredal and Orevod:

SPOILER: Click to show

So, um, as you can probably tell, this would have been huge. I really need to have smaller ideas.

[Duck14]

It died loading the Arthur Fangoran storyline.

[Leggo]

Jonos

Whether they hate me is irrelevant to me. I care little for those two buffoons, Sir Hartgard, or even this damned castle of Windmotley. All of it, pawns in the grand game that is the conquest of Thasia. Vena does not understand that. I doubt she ever will. No matter.

"I understand your concerns. Thank you," I say to Vena, and then turning to Sir Ornith, "We continue our march on Mescor. Ready the encampment and the men for the journey. Don't bother with the pittance, we'll be back for it and more soon enough. Instruct the scouts to maintain strong lines of reconnaissance in our rear, in the event Sir Hartgard leaves his bloody walls."

[Duck14]

(Is this the fabled return?)

[Tikobe]

Mar 24, 2021 21:40:14 GMT -4 Duck14 said:

(Is this the fabled return?)

(A moment of absolute, untold legend indeed)

[Leggo]

(I re-read the post and missed it. It’s never too late )

[Duck14]

Mar 25, 2021 20:47:10 GMT -4 Leggo said:

(I re-read the post and missed it. It’s never too late )

(I guess it’s only Tim slowing things down now.)

[Tikobe]

Mar 26, 2021 21:57:46 GMT -4 Duck14 said:

Mar 25, 2021 20:47:10 GMT -4 Leggo said:

(I re-read the post and missed it. It’s never too late )

(I guess it’s only Tim slowing things down now.)

(Nope, we're waiting on me. Gimme a sec to finish re-reading all of this to figure out where I'm at)

[Leggo]

Mar 27, 2021 4:00:54 GMT -4 Tikobe said:

Mar 26, 2021 21:57:46 GMT -4 Duck14 said:

(I guess it’s only Tim slowing things down now.)

(Nope, we're waiting on me. Gimme a sec to finish re-reading all of this to figure out where I'm at)

(The gangs all here!)

[Tikobe]

(Dear god, re-reading that reminds me of why I loved roleplaying Othan so much)

Othan

Beautiful. Absolutely, truly beautiful. As I gazed upon Nizeston's visage, I see the strength, age and wisdom of a monarch, of a being meant to rule one of the greatest nations that would ever exist. It's on moments like these that it really rings true that all other nations follow mere men, who will rot away and decay, who sit on thrones all day fattening themselves up and giving commands that they would never be able to accomplish themselves. And yet here we are, in Orevod, where our ruler is a dragon, something that could accomplish on it's own what it's own army could do, a being who rules with his power, who will outlive every last member of his subjects. I feel moved as I applaud his entrance.

Kainer

Yep. Definitely can't have that happening.

Thinking smart isn't my best talent, but I learned from training that tackling someone out of the way of an attack only gets us killed while we try to recover our stance. In this situation, experience tells me of only one effective option.

I rush to Rhyewn and clench my hand on his shoulder as I violently pull him out of the way of the troll attack and behind my back so that I could shield him while he regains positioning.

Arelia

"Got it," I say as I go to retrieve the dishes and set them down on the table. After that I head off to get the drinks so that I could finish the set up.

"Was that all you needed, Halsey?" I ask.

[Bannanachair]

(This is amazing. It's taken me a couple days to re-immerse myself in all the lore, but I think I can remember enough to be able to respond now.)

Alfred

"Thanks, cap'n," Artie said. "Ah, also, d'you happen to know where that Naroth went off to? The priest was askin' after 'im."

Verous

Your dream that night was a peculiar one, or perhaps a nightmare. You weren't sure where you were; one moment you were in the woods south of Courtdell, the next you were sitting on your bed in your childhood room, the next you were in the library in the chapel in Oakwell. In all of these settings, there were two constants.

The first was that you were with your father. Whether riding through the woods or sitting down, you were trying to have a conversation with him. "Remember, Ver, when you become the duke, your first duty will be to your people. There are other nobles who will construe it the other way, that it's the duty of the peasant to serve their lord, but they're as foolish as the parent who says that the child must offer blind obedience to the father. Yes, the peasant should listen to their liege, just as a child should listen to their parent, but just as it is the parent's duty to protect and provide for their children, it is my duty, and will one day be your duty, to protect and provide for all of Datha."

You couldn't listen to him, though, for the other thing that stayed the same throughout the dream. You felt fingernails lightly scratching their way down the back of your neck, and heard a voice whisper in your ear. "My pretty… My pretty… Go down the crypts and find me again, my pretty…"

And then you awoke, alone in your bed that Count Ballus had provided for you (though not alone in the room - Perrin's bed was next to yours, and he snored rather loudly). The sun wasn't quite shining through the window just yet, though you did feel rather well-rested.

Jonos

"As you command, your majesty," Sir Ornith said, and left to do just that.

"Sir Haral, may I have a private word with my husband-to-be about some matters of state?" Baronness Vena asked.

"Your majesty?" Haral asked, awaiting either confirmation of Vena's command or for it to be overruled. Obviously your bodyguard didn't trust her quite yet.

Othan

The rest of those in attendance soon picked up your applause, which continued for about a minute before quieting down, at which time Nizeston spoke.

"Good people of Mallowater, it has been much too long since I have left my seat in Ostcliff to visit," the dragon began. "It is my great pleasure to say that I have finally rectified that mistake, and just in time to observe one of your city's grandest traditions, the Great Tournament. The last time I have attended one of your Great Tournaments was over a century ago, and in the time since then your cities has been one of my most steadfast allies…"

As his speech continued, you noticed your brother Kallian looking on with some degree of anticipation. He was likely still as paranoid as the previous night.

Kainer

As you rush to save Rhyewn, another of the trolls readies his weapon to strike at you and kill you both in one stroke. However, one of the men whom you had come to rescue, one of the men of Camasse, jumped onto the creature's back, holding that torch, and put the flame in the beast's eye, turning it's face to stone. If previously the battle-howl of a troll had been one of the most disturbing sounds you had heard, the sound of it's throat turning to stone managed to somehow beat even that.

"Sir knights," the man said, "the longer we remain here, the quicker we will all be slaughtered. Albince has already been slain."

Arelia

"No, nothing that I can think of," Halsey said. "Oh, I found the book that your daughter was reading. Not the textbook, though Ynedar alone knows that she'd be smarter than half the rich idiots in your classes - rather, she was reading a book about a rather, uh, prolific, lady, if you catch my meaning. Not that I've read it myself, of course."

[Leggo]

Jonos

Albeit awkward, I'm glad he didn't just leave. As a member of my household guard, my safety should be his utmost priority. Not that I'm worried Vena is going to cut me down! Hah! Imagine that. Yet, I won't fully trust Vena until Mescor is fully conquered. Anyway, good to see him doing his job well, not that I expect anything less.

"Wait outside," I tell him with a nod. I turn to Vena. This will either be very interesting or very boring. 


(And then...)


Name: Edric Owlen



Age: 26



Gender: Male



Nationality: Eredalian


Appearance: Edric is a man of middling height, with a stout, athletic build. Devilishly attractive, he’s never been a fan of facial hair, and strives to keep his face clean shaven at all times. He’s got short jet-black hair. Alongside that, he’s got the typical silver eyes of his Owlen heritage.



Clothing: Edric doesn’t care too much for plate metal armor, so he wears chain and leather. He likes the protection it provides but also the fact that it gives him agility still. He doesn’t wear a helmet, and wields a sword and shield. He carries some small axes around his waist that he enjoys tossing, although he’s yet to hit anything with him, as it’s a work in progress.



Languages: Eredalian, Elusian, Orevodian, Old Nerathi



Occupation: Adventurer



Rank: Prince of Eredal



Personality: Calm and collected, Edric prides himself on his intelligence and charisma. He’s skilled in reading faces and body language, and has a vast knowledge on a variety of subjects, such as history, linguistics, and politics. Edric strives to be kind, and has a good heart, although sometimes that hurts him.



Bio: Edric was born into comfort, the fifth son of the heir to Eredal, Prince Malcolm of Eredal and his wife Margaery. Edric, being a younger son, wasn’t fawned over like his older brothers, especially Dontos, the heir. He was loved and cared for by his parents, but was generally allowed to do his own thing. While Dontos was being shaped into the perfect heir, Edric was left to do as he pleased. Edric, as the fifth son, was smaller and weaker than his older brothers. They were stronger, better at fighting, and outgoing. Edric spent much time holed up in the castle library. His mother noticed his preoccupation, and hired him special tutors to educate him more thoroughly, so that he could pursue his passion. He grew soft, fat, and weak, albeit extremely intelligent. He was ignored in court, as his appearance and the fact that he was the fifth son caused people to generally not care about him. Martial prowess and strength were all the rage, not mental capacity and intelligence.



When Edric became a teenager, his life negligibly changed. He continued his hunt for knowledge, and was generally a recluse, spending weeks without leaving the castle library. His father, who up until this point had let Edric live as he pleased, disapproved of this, and called Edric to the throne room one day. He told him that now that he was becoming a man he needed to act like one. He was to be sent to the court of his grandfather’s vassal, Duke Vardis of Strongvale, to get into shape and learn to fight. Prince Malcolm knew that since the Dukes of Strongvale have been long-renowned for their martial abilities, they could whip Edric into proper shape. He gave Duke Vardis full permission to do whatever necessary to make Edric into the man Malcolm knew he could be.



Upon arriving in Strongvale, Edric, a weak, plump boy of 14, was greeted by Duke Vardis warmly. Edric had assumed that Vardis would see that Edric was not a fighter, and since Edric would poorly respond to any drills or exercise put in front of him, he’d be sent home to Belgate and his library. He was wrong. If Edric refused to complete a task, he would be withheld supper. If he did not complete a drill correctly, he would be forced to do it two more times. He was worked day and night in exercise, combat, and military tactics. Surprisingly enough, Edric did not despise Vardis. He was grateful someone cared about him this much to train him daily. He did, of course, despise the work involved. After two years of training, Edric was a different man. No longer the weak, rotund, boy who arrived at Strongvale two years prior. Edric was now thin, lean, and muscular. He could more than hold his own in a sword-fight, and had a basic grasp of military strategy.



Edric was still training when the Second Galbror War broke out. Edric accompanied Duke Vardis into war, serving under him as a chief advisor. During the Battle of Heartshire Forest, a series of ambushes conducted by the Eredalian side, Edric’s contingent clashed with a group of the Dragon’s men in a forested path outside the village of Reynhold. He slew his first man there, a tall Orevodian veteran who came bellowing down on him like a raging bull. Towards the end of the war, Edric devised a cunning yet risky plan to disrupt Orevodian supply lines by conducting a night raid on a resupply party as it camped for the night. Edric lost many men placed in his charge that night, but the Orevodian encampment was utterly decimated. Edric also came to know a mercenary by the name of Gyor Daim. A lieutenant in a company called the Eagleswords, they fought together on several occasions. Eventually, the Second Galbror War came to a close. Edric had fought in multiple battles, killed his first man, gained leadership experience, and even organized a night raid later in the war. He went to war as a 16 year old boy and came back as an 18 year old man. His father was proud of him, Duke Vardis was proud of him, and he had gained a level of renown he had never known. But Edric wasn’t happy with his life.



Edric returned to Belgate after the war a different person. He was hardly recognized. Once people knew he was that Edric, he was the talk of the capital. Edric abhorred the attention, as he hadn’t been getting it before and wasn’t used to it. Malcolm was so proud of his son! No more hiding in the library! Thanks to his father, Edric was placed on the King’s (his grandfather) council as a military advisor. He was also betrothed to Tacy of Estermere, niece of the Duke of Estermere. A thoroughly repellent girl, she was the exact opposite of Edric. Loud, brash, and gregarious. Edric couldn’t stand her, although he did feel bad for this. It wasn’t her fault she was born to be obnoxious, right? Regardless, he did not want to marry her. He wanted to marry someone he loved. But what could he do? Edric, being a fairly public figure now with an important job and a betrothal to a girl he loathed, was absolutely miserable. Some people are born in the same corner of the world they die in. They live boring lives just like everyone else.



Edric had learned so much about the outside world from all the books and scrolls he’d read. Yet he’d never really seen it for himself. During his stay in Strongvale, when he was given free time to visit the library, Edric read about mythical heroes and legendary warriors like Sir Jovarn Greengood, the dragonslayer, and Grennan the Slayer. Sir Jovarn slew the dragon Myrdyden by tricking it into collapsing it’s own den, crushing it in the process. He walked unarmed into Myrdyden’s lair, and told it that a group of adventurers were planning on trying to kill him to collect the rather high bounty on him. Pointing to a high up spot on the wall in the underground lair, Sir Jovarn said they were digging in, in an attempt to sneak attack Myrdyden. The dragon asked why Sir Jovarn would tell him such a thing, and in response was told he was hoping to receive a small reward from the all-powerful dragon. Satisfied with this explanation, the dragon, enraged, flew and slammed himself into the wall where Sir Jovarn pointed. Myrdyden dug and dug in rage, looking for the foolish adventures who would dare challenge his might. Only, they weren’t there. They were made up. And now, an entire section of the wall in the lair was gone. The roof started to crumble, the walls shook. And before he could escape, Myrdyden was crushed within his lair. Grennan the Slayer led a guerilla rebellion against the Lich King long ago. Not much is known about him, but it’s known he lasted for a while against a formidable foe, and died a horrible, gruesome death when he was finally caught. Such fantastic heroes. Remembered even today. Edric wanted to be like them. He didn’t want to be the 5th son of the future-Eredalian King, fighting pointless wars and being married to someone he despised. He wanted to go places, see things, be like these heroes. He was stuck.



In his 20th year, Edric was still miserable. His wedding to Tacy of Estermere was coming up. Luckily for Edric, Gyor Daim, or I suppose “Redscar”, as he goes by now, arrived in Belgate in between contracts. He was now Captain, not a lieutenant, and Edric paid him a visit when he heard he was in town. Edric lamented his problems to Redscar. A solution was born. Edric had no love for the life he lived. He wanted to see the world. Redscar led a mercenary company and quite frequently saw the world. One night, Edric slipped out of the castle with just the clothes on his back, a sword, and a pouch of gold. He left a brief note for his family explaining himself but revealing no details. Thus he began his mercenary career, signing a four-year contract with the Redscar’s Eagleswords.



Edric quite enjoyed the mercenary life, as he got to experience things he had never experienced before. The Redscar liked Edric, and he eventually raised Edric up to be one of his chief lieutenants. The Redscar taught Edric the art of conversation, as well as how to be more charismatic, how to get what you want from people, and how to read people. After his contract was up, Edric decided to head out on his own as a 24 year old man. The mercenary life was enjoyable, and he had some gold saved up from it, but he experienced most of what that life could offer. Edric wanted to start the next chapter of his life. Wandering for two years, Edric lived free and did numerous odd jobs and sellsword work. He’s currently in Vertton, a city in southern Argolon, where he’s been contracted to root out an underground thieves guild alongside a group of other sellswords.


Friends and Family: Edric has had no contact with his family since he left Eredal. He doesn’t see Redscar much anymore, but he would be his closest friend. Edric has regulars he’s hired by and works with in numerous cities throughout western Emuine. Edric considers Duke Vardis of Strongvale to be more of a father to him than his real father, Malcolm Owlen.



Goals: Adventure around the world and live a life he’s happy with.



Other: What’s the secret word I’m supposed to put here?

 

[Bannanachair]

(In addition to this having somehow been revived, I have put up two new sections of the OP, on the kingdom of Oyinid and on a new religion native to the region. I think I'd be down to do a full revival of Fantasy RP, if everyone else is up for it. It'll be a bit slow for the next month, due to school stuff, but I'll have plenty of time over the summer.)

Jonos

"Your majesty," Vena began, "While you have been putting a lot of effort into reconquering your ancestral lands, as is your right, you seem to be putting relatively little effort into establishing stability where you conquer. Promising to kill Sir Hartgard not only killed any possible diplomacy with him, but also with his friends and family. He won't forget your threat on his life even if you do wind up sparing it, and you can't rule over a nation whose inhabitants are all dead."

Edric

The air smelt of salt, and the ground beneath your feet swayed. Given that you were in the cargo hold of a ship, in the docks of Aldfair, this was to be expected. You were away from prying eyes and ears - the ship's foreman kept track of (almost) everyone who boarded, and he was fully part of the guild.

"My employer begs of you to please reconsider our offer," said Elirion. He wasn't the head of the guild, but he was rather high-up. You were here tonight as a bodyguard, in his meeting with an independent contractor that the guild sometimes worked with. "You have the potential to be something great."

"I am something great," the contractor said. She was the shortest person in the room, but by far the most mysterious. She wore a silver mask over her face, and, though it was hard to tell in this light, you could have sworn that her long hair was almost blue. She was also already on the boat by the time you arrived, despite the foreman's claims to the contrary. "You just mean that I have the potential to be the best thief in your guild if I join you - which I won't."

Elirion grunted. "You're the only successful thief who's unaffiliated," he said. "We have connections, especially in the guard. You'll regret not joining the guild if you're ever caught - "

"I won't be caught. The only reason you need those connections is that your so-called guild is naught but a bunch of highway ruffians. I mean, just look at, what did you say there names were again, Art and Ed?" She said, indicating you and the other bodyguard, Arthwyll. 'Art' happened to be working alongside you and four others, in infiltrating the thieves' guild to take it down.

After having said that, the woman seemed to notice you for the first time, and you saw what you thought was a spark of… Something in her eye, though you couldn't say what.

"Anyway, I have the necklace here," She said. "It's pretty, but I don't know why your boss cared about it so much."

"That's for him to worry about, Silver," Elirion replied.

Then she took off the necklace she had been wearing and handed it over to Elirion. "I don't care about the gold in that purse of yours either, by the way. You might as well spend it on something you'll enjoy."

"I get that you're a professional thief, but you could really benefit from being a bit less mysterious all the goddamned time," Elirion said. You couldn't see her mouth from behind the mask, but you'd have sworn that Silver smiled. Then she turned around and walked away, disappearing into the shadows in the back of the ship.

[Tikobe]

Othan

I take a deep breath before whispering to Kallian.

"Relax, brother. There'll be time for these things later in the events. There's naught much more we can do besides enjoying the atmosphere.

Kainer

"As the new guy, I hate to be making suggestions of my own but the honorable sir's got a pretty good point. We're loosing a lot more than we're achieving with things like this," I say, looking at Sir Rhyewn. "Sir Caidwyr's own advice was that when surprised by these monsters, the smart thing to do would be to retreat and regroup. Dunno about you, but I ain't bout to disregard the advice of our man in charge."

Arelia

I giggle a little.

"I had caught her unawares just a short moment ago with that book. It's fine so long as she doesn't permit it to distract herself from her studies. Same for Javrey," I smile relaxingly.

It's such a pleasant subject, really. Perhaps I would enjoy it more if Gaer were still here.

I still need to figure out how to get myself on the Therun Guards' radar and attain access to those letters. Just a mere glimpse of a necromancer's network would launch me ahead in my search for the man I'm after by leaps and bounds. It's rather quite frustrating, really, that I have to climb such an obstacle to get that far. If only that damned psychopath of an Orevodian general hadn't slipped out at the last moment I would've already found my target.

[Tikobe]

(You're good on it being slow. I myself will be a little slow for quite some time. I'm usually either too busy to post or too exhausted to go anywhere but bed nowadays.)

[Bannanachair]

(I love how, after several days of nobody posting, we both put our posts up at literally the exact same time.)

[Duck14]

Alfred

What would the priest want with Naroth. Was there something more between them that I had yet to figure out? Was his location something that the priest should learn or that Naroth wanted given away. I wondered this for a moment but I trusted Artie. “Aye. I do. He spoke of urgent business in Belgate. Though I know not if he wishes that to be given away. What does the priest need with him?”

———

Verous

A dream. A strange one at that. The dead didn’t often speak in my sleep. What could that mean, if it meant anything of all that was? Seeing father again sent a pang of longing to my core. He would know what to do in this situation. He would know how to help the people and give them what they needed in their time of need. But he was not and now it was my duty to heed his lesson, eve if it was from a dream, As the people served me it was duty to serve them too.

Waking had temporarily addled my memory and so it was only as I sat up and stretched in the sunlight of the new day that I recalled the second part of the dream. Who was that second voice, the more sinister one. It mentioned the crypts, called me to them. Was there something down or someone that I had yet to see. We had mentioned returning to them when the time came. That was what I needed to push for. I dressed myself feeling rested but still slightly groggy as I came to my senses.

It was then that I stepped out of my room approaching whatever the new day would give us. Would we take on another group of the towns citizens? Or would we face whatever or whoever lay waiting in the crypts. These thoughts consumed me as I took off from my lodgings.

[Bannanachair]

(I'm working on updating the OP, with just more details about the world. Does anyone have anything specific they'd like to see? I'm not thinking of expanding the map this time, but rather adding things like new organizations, religions, etc.)

Othan

Kallian shook his head, but did give a bit of a smile, even if that stopped. All the while, the dragon continued his speech, which lasted a while longer still. It was a speech about history, the kinds of speeches given by politicians to inspire the masses or generals to inspire their soldiers, though not anything you didn't already know. Then, he concluded.

"And, I should like to have a moment to discus matters of some significance with the earl and his advisors. I understand that, in the lead-up to the tourney, there are many petitioners who wish to speak with the earl, and with my visit many who might like to speak with me. Those matters must wait, at the very least until tomorrow."

Kainer

"I'm in agreement with Sir Kainer," Rhyewn said, getting to his feet. Then, he shouted, loud enough to hopefully be heard over the battle. "Caidwyr, where are you? We need to retreat!", but if there was a response, it was too faint for you to have heard.

Instead, another troll, which you hadn't noticed, hefted his club down upon the man with the torch, who had saved you and Rhyewn just a moment ago, and the man let out a scream of pain.

Arelia

"What's on your mind, Arelia?" Your sister-in-law asked. "You have that pensive look on your face again."

Alfred

"He didn't say, cap'n," Artie said. "He just said he 'ad a few questions for 'im, and I told 'im I didn't know where he was."

Verous

As you made your way to the meal hall to eat breakfast, you found a number of familiar faces already there. Seated at one table were Prue, Count Ballus and the priest from the cathedral who was feeding people there, whose name you were never told. At another table sat Perrin (up as early as ever!), a very tired-looking Sister Monia and Osthir (one of the count's men who helped you in the fight at the inn the other day), huddled around some maps.

[Leggo]

(Tim and I made a Discord for Fantasy RP. I know I personally enjoy my discussions with Tim regarding world lore and things of the like. Having a Discord server facilitates FRP conversations and stuff like that, as well as whatever other casual uses we can think of for it. Forum still obviously remains the main medium, but Discord is better for just chatting. You guys don't have to join if you don't want to! discord.gg/Cc8EdESb )

Jonos

This conversation is already tedious. Sir Hartgard is my foe! His kin are my foes! Anyone who is my foe shall suffer the same fate, lest they yield to me. I care little about their feelings or their gripes about how I've wronged them. He doesn't need to forgive my threat. If I spare him, he will kneel or he will die. My army will take Thasia for me and my army will hold Thasia for me. Vena is a woman who cares about words and promises and diplomacy. Pah! To share with her my true feelings would only extend this conversation.



I sigh, and say, "I understand your concern. I will do better to ensure it does not happen again. It was a moment of anger."

Edric

I quickly glance over at Arthwyll to gauge his reaction and then look away, stifling a smile. Elirion's master scheme foiled again! We both take some level of pleasure in seeing Elirion fail. From what I've heard, this "Silver", she's good. Real good. In fact, she could be better than any of the idiots in this thieves' guild. Elirion's desperation for her membership was and is painfully evident. Her joining at his behest would make him look real good... I'm not even going to say anything to him for fear I might burst out laughing. Still, she intrigues me. I'll need to learn more.



I wait for Elirion to say something.