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by **Lord McBastard** » Tue Jul 23, 2002 2:05 am

The night was as dark, as nights tend to be. But this one was different, thick clouds hung opressively over the Doman capital, obscuring the sky from the small light it could provide. Though the city was still alive with more seedy form of life, though that was restricted to the darker alleys, where the gaurds couldn't see it, nor did they want too.

The clanking and clinking of a pair of giant knights gave away their presence to all of the night life. Though the naked steel of their six foot long claymores discouraged even the most daring of cutpurses from comming near. The ancient armour they wore was identical to the tiniest of details, the nondescript visors were down, though anyone daring to take a close look would find that no one was within the armour, no one physical to be exact. Their giant swords were grasped in both fists, points towards the dark sky, the arcane runes that covered their armour, covered their weapons as well. Each wore an identical small arsenal consisting of a mace, twin short swords, a pick, and the giant claymore.

Their leader dwarfed even them, his troll heritage was given away instantly by the scaly blue skin, large floppy ears, and the bulbous curves of his face, not to mention his gigantic stature. He was clad in nondescript clothing, a vest trimmed in brown fur leaving his slight paunch to hang out over his heavy baggy pants. Thick muscles rippled under his fat, a testament to his years at the Altar of Sacrafice, there he earned the name Gruul the Mighty. Thick bone needles pierced his face and ears, also from his Altar days, a testament to his success. He carried no visible weapons, beyond his massive strength, huge size, and hands which he could wrap around a mans head.

The continued to march down the street, intent on their last destination of the night. Kotoki's Inn, was the last stop on their string of damaged bars and ale houses. Two purses heavy with this countries strange 'gil' currency, were concealed within the trolls vest. Everything had been going to plan, after the initial round of damaged peoples and property, the bar owners had fallen into line and paid whatever had been asked. With this last stop, Gruul would be able to report back and sample a little bit of the local 'quasine', the troll licked his elongated canines at that last thought.

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There you are, the opening post, it's a little crappy but we're leaving a bit of room for character interaction. So y'all can do your think at Kotoki's Inn, and Gruul will be there soonish.

Our next post will be a little backround on the Council and a bit of insight into their plans. So go now! Post away you little dancing imps you!

by **Jak Snide** » Tue Jul 23, 2002 8:29 am

Jak, completely unaware of the trouble advancing on the inn, had his feet up on a table, leaning backwards on his chair with both hands behind his head. It was getting closer to closing time, and he was mostly pleased that he hadn't had to fry any uppity drunkards who tried to start a bar fight. Then again, people tend not to start fights if they know there's a short fused black mage watching their every move.

This was all to true for the cloaked man nestled in the corner of the room, at one of the shadier tables. He sipped his glass of white wine neatly, placing the glass down again with grace that complemented his feminine beauty. He too was keeping an eye on the denizens of the inn, although unlike the insipid, crude mage, he knew that all information was valuable beyond the riches of the kings and rulers of the world.

Of course, he was looking out for someone else. While he liked the inn a fair degree, he found himself here today looking for a little company. His last piece of "art" had quenched one of his urges, and now another had to be sated. His quarry, however, had yet to show himself.

by **Kelne** » Tue Jul 23, 2002 8:43 am

Leothe had gotten himself a meal some time ago.
At best, the former mercenary was an indifferent cook, and he preferred to eat out whenever possible.

Kotoki's served good food, and was also a great place to catch up on the latest news.
It had been a couple of years since he'd quit the mercenary trade, but to his surprise, he found he missed it.
By and large, it had been a hard, thankless job, but the sense of camaraderie, the excitement of roaming the world, these were the things he had enjoyed the most.

Now, he owned a small but successful potions shop, with a comfortable bed to sleep in each night, and a secure source of income.
And, even if he no longer enjoyed as much freedom as he once had, he could still sit around the table here and swap stories with travellers.

Life, by and large, was good.

Little did he know that it was all about to come crashing down around his ears...

by **viator22** » Tue Jul 23, 2002 11:33 am

Thadin sat down the mug with a slight bit of wobble. He liked this place. Good patrons, a nice inn, and an excellent selection of alcohol. Large quantitys of said excellent alcohol. He'd been here before so the owner knew not to give him to much. It was really a shame. He could have actually paid his bar tab tonight. Aah well. Didn't want to run the chance of getting to drunk. The black mage seemed to be content but Thadin had seen how short his temper could be with rowdy drunks.

Shrugging off thinking for the moment, the dwarf fell peacfully into drunken dreams of his homeland.

by **Kotoki** » Tue Jul 23, 2002 1:00 pm

Kotoki, mildly famous owner of the bar, was busy doing general innkeeper things such as pouring drinks. By now, there were enough people hired at the inn that she didn't have to do anything- but she enjoyed the work, and couldn't imagine doing anything else. She looked up as yet another customer entered the inn.

Raile was feminine, with short purple hair, and dressed rather oddly. There were few ways of telling that he was an Ashuran priest. His eyes scanned the room, and he smiled when he saw the cloaked man.

by **Jak Snide** » Tue Jul 23, 2002 1:56 pm

...who instantly smiled back at him. Next time he'd sit in a less shady corner. Raile knew him too well.

"Coo! O'er 'ere!" he called across the room, unnerving Jak, who cast him a sideways glance. He really had a bad feeling about that one, as well as his ability to seemingly slip into the inn without him noticing.

by **Martyman** » Tue Jul 23, 2002 1:58 pm

The elf sat at a center well-lit table, his robe folded neatly and hung over the back of the chair. He sat leaning forward, one arm resting on the table with his chin resting upon it, while intently watching his other hand as it trailed a fingertip along the rim of a half-full wineglass. Cleriden whistled a quiet tune around the constant ringing.

This was a cozy place, surprising to him. This was his first trip in all his long life to Doma, and this inn itself was well worth the trip. He sighed and basked in the warmth of the room, allowing those hazel eyes to close for a brief moment. He'd have to come by here more often.

by **Kotoki** » Tue Jul 23, 2002 7:16 pm

Raile walked over, sitting down at the table and smiling at the man across from him.

"What a surprise. How are you?"

by **XIIIRedXIII** » Tue Jul 23, 2002 8:01 pm

The familiarity between several of the patrons was to be expected, but there was someone knew at Kotoki's Inn. She sat in front of the fire on her haunches, almost cat-like. Nothing could be seen of her face, her back being to the room: She was clad in a black jacket of some sort of leather and rough work slacks; what she wore beneath the jacket was anyone's guess. Long black boots reached halfway up her calves, looking as slick as liquid obsidian. Her hair was brown, looking almost amber in the firelight, and a pair of simple, non-magical glasses adorned the top of her head.

Something small and reddish seemed to flick on the floor behind where the woman was sitting, and for a moment it seemed as if a tongue of flame had left the fireplace. She turned her torso around and gazed about the place with hazel eyes; it was revealed that the woman was young, in her teens, and not exceptionally beautiful -not ugly, but no goddess. Another flick, and fire reflected in the blades of the numerous knives and shurikens strapped to the young lady's chest.

She had a tail, a redbrown tail tipped with flame.

"Well, this should be interesting..." she said ominously.

There was a pause.

"Unless of course it's not," she added with a shrug. "OK, beer time!!" And she happily hopped off to the bar with all the grace of a two-month old orcling, humming the Unlikely Heroes Song.

by **Lord McBastard** » Wed Jul 24, 2002 3:44 am

"...and so these Valthi scum should be!" exclaimed Ramesh, as he slammed his heavily bandaged fist down on the table to illistrate his point. "I still don't see why we should pursue this ancient stigma against technology, now is an enlightened time" the elven Elioldur replied to the ancient mummy king in his typically unruffled fashion. A loud voice erupted from the other end of the room, the oracle was losing her patience again. "This isn't about our past or our wars. Let's deal with the Valthi like we intend to deal with them all". All further conversation was blotted out by the horrible creaking noise the enormous skeletal form of Igunza made as he shifted his weight slightly. The other five councilers remained silent for minutes, waiting to see if the dragon liche would speak, unfortunatly he did not.

Anais peered out of her hood, mouth slightly parted and eyes darting to each council member, waiting to see if anyone would respond to her outburst, but before anyone had a chance, she felt a small but powerful hand grip her wrist, and force her to sit. Eva frowned at her fellow council member, and squeezed her arm slightly as if to show that there was no need for such behavior. Ramesh laughed, it was and ugly noise, almost a dry and wheezing shriek. "Pups! All of you! You have no idea what that hideous 'Technology' did to my people! Thousands of us, obliterated in a second by those weapons! Let the Valthi pay for eating forbidden fruit!" roared the mummy, a very contrasting sound from his laugh. The priestess released her grip on her captive and clicked her fangs together sharply upon hearing this. "We will make them pay in time, Ramesh. But right now, our army is still too small. We need to build a presence in this other world....... then we can do as our god calls us to do."

"Yes, we must, Lucio's will is the most important, nay, the only factor, in our conquest" the Arch Priest piped. "Announcing our presence would be disaterous, and it cannot be done all at once, as out High Priestess says" an acidic hiss added to those last two words. The eyes surrounded by elaborate black paint fixed on her rival, and the edge of her mouth threatned a smirk. Eva was glad her presence was irritating her sniveling rival. In a velvety voice she continued, "We need to worm our way into their economy, gain power over trade, and undermine the things that can threaten us. Once we have a good firm hold, I see no reason why that entire continent shouldn't be a blood bath dedicated to the one we serve.......". Ramesh waved his hand dismissally "We all know the plan Eva, and how we are carrying it out, but we must keep an iron grip amongst our men in the field! If our Valthi squads decide to turn the weapons they aquire upon us, then it will be the Children of Blood all over again, and I doubt Lucio will step in a second time to solve our problems for us. No there would be no White Rose to lead us into battle again, and even if she could, our agents use magic as well, we could not fight both technology and the magic that have been granted to them!" the golden jewelry that hung about the counicler jingled as he waved his arms in demonstartion of his points.

Eva closed her eyes, and rubbed the bridge of her nose, wondering how to deal with the old mummy's arguments. She didn't have to worry though, for the usually silent elven vampire amoung them spoke up. "We'll deal with that when it comes time. Ramesh, does however present a point that our army will be weakened against technology. We will have to plan carefully how we intend to destroy Valth." Another belt of wheezing shrieking laughter issued from Ramesh's dry and withered throat. "Simple, we release the Boiling amongst them! They have no magic to fight that plague! They'd be dead within weeks!" the tomb lord exclaimed, fire in his voice. "And leave you with a nation of new follower, with a mass of technology and the knowledge to use it? How stupid do you think we are Rag Man?" replied the Lich Arch Priest Volstag with ice to equal Ramesh's fire.

The recently rebuked oracle sniggered quietly at this exchange, earning her another cold look from the black and white painted face of the high priestess. Anais sighed, and pulled down her hood, running one hand idly over her bald head, she was never going to be an equal here. That had been obvious since Lucio had blessed her. The sputtering mummy leaped to his feet spewing curses in a forgotten language, one hand clutched the intracite nob of his staff, and the other raised in fury. By human terms the council room was dark to the point of near blackness, to the undead it was well light. Ramesh's dark aura expanded outwards, and engulfed the tiny light that was in the room, plunging it into a blackness even the undead had trouble seeing through. "You'll pay for that you sniveling bag of bones!" screamed the mummy.

The sound of a sword being unsheathed was heard. Elioldur was pointing his blade in the direction of the two combatants. "With no disrespect to either of you, I say we all need to calm down. We are working for our god, not for our own gain. So let's all seat ourselves, and continue our discussion. We will have made no progress by destroying one or the other." His mouth was set in a grim line, and his elven ears stood straight out, showing that his patience was tested as well. The table they were sitting around buckled and groaned in protest as a giant skeletal claw rested itself upon the skypillar wood. A single word shook the room, as the massive liche dragon spoke. " DOWN" it said, the inexorable force behind that single word forced the three standing councilers back into their chairs. Ramesh's death grip on his staff loosened, and with it the blackness that encompassed the room receaded almost instantly. Igunza's smothering will was brought to bear upon the elven vampire, who promptly sheathed his sword. Once again he shook the room with his words " VALTH. MINE." he said, and with those two words, the argument was settled.

The liche priest then regained his compusure after a few nervous glances to the skeletal dragon as it retracted its claw from the table. Shuffling through some papers to find the itinerary, Wakehill read "Next order, their have been a six more sightings of the Guardian near the Forest of Life, one of the research teams has gone missing, it assumed the Guardian took them, this presents a disturbing trend in it's increasing power....."

by **Vampire Jester Jinx** » Wed Jul 24, 2002 4:13 am

(OOC: ^^;;; let me state that lmb and i wrote his last entry back and forth between ourselves in im. and well.....sorry that it flows like crap in bits. next time we'll re write it so we don't hurt your brains. XP)

by **Jak Snide** » Wed Jul 24, 2002 12:35 pm

"Better 'an ever!" he cooed, smirking and patting his right thigh, the sound of jingling gil sounding out once.

"Nar, 'ow 'bout me be buyin' ye em drink, eh? Been em while, 'asn't it?"

by **Kotoki** » Wed Jul 24, 2002 7:33 pm

Raile nodded. "A drink would be great, thanks..." he replied. "And indeed it has. Good to see that you've been well."

by **Jak Snide** » Thu Jul 25, 2002 9:58 pm

"Right ye bein'. Nar, how ye bein' 'en?" he asked, signaling a waitress over with his right hand.

"'Ere miss, ye be gettin' somethin' fer em priest 'ere, right?" he cooed, dropping a few gil into her palm.

by **Kotoki** » Fri Jul 26, 2002 1:38 am

The waitress nodded. "What'll it be?"

"Uh..." Raile paused for a moment. "I don't know. Do you have a house special or something?"

The waitress raised an eyebrow. "You *want* the house special?"

Raile raised an eyebrow back and smiled. "Sure. Why not."

As she walked off to get whatever the special was, he turned back to his companion. "I'm doing well. As usual. I can't say I've made the money that you seem to have, but..."

by **Kelne** » Fri Jul 26, 2002 2:10 am

A quiet night, Leothe reflected as he finished his meal.
People were scattered about the room, eating, drinking, talking or, in at least one case, snoring.

Perhaps another drink, then he'd be on his way.

by **Martyman** » Fri Jul 26, 2002 2:30 am

Fascinated by the beauty of the wine sitting in the glass, Cleriden decided to play with his food for a little bit. He closed his eyes and placed his out-spread hands over the glass, index finger and thumb almost touching. After a few moments of hushed whispering, his fingers lit up for a brief second, as the wine left the glass in the shape of a cylinder. The elf opened his eyes, gazing intently at the liquid, and began to shape it. He began waving his hands around the floating wine, casting a small wind spell. The liquid slowly balled up, encased in the moving air, and was soon being tossed from one relaxed hand to the other, providing the elf with a new form of beautiful entertainment. Maybe the others would be just as entertained.

by **viator22** » Fri Jul 26, 2002 11:41 am

Thadin picked his head up just in time to see the wood elf at the center table tossing a little ball of wine from hand to hand. That was decidedly... odd. He had seen the trick before though and he liked it. It was a good use of magic, to accent a bit of beauty.

Grabbing a nearby waitress he mumbled off an order for gilded fish. That turned into a bought of haggling over what kind of fish it was that he wanted exactly. Once the waitress was on her way with the correct order Thadin gathered himself up and walked over to the table where the elf sat.

"Hullo der, Thadin Stonecutter. An' you might be?"

by **XIIIRedXIII** » Fri Jul 26, 2002 1:05 pm

Red's eyes darted about the room as she took a seat at the bar, shoving a random amount of gil on the counter, toward the barkeep, keeping her hand concealed inside of her sleeve.

"Whiskey," she murmured, careful to open her mouth as little as possible as she spoke. "Two shots. Keep change."

Glancing around the area she observed the various patrons. Not the most savory of characters she mused to herself. Unconsciously, she grinned, thereby giving full view of her abnormally large canines to anyone who may have happened to be looking in her direction. Then again, I can't exactly say I'm a Holy Priestess either.

Her drinks chose that moment to arrive; Red nodded to the barkeep and downed the first glass without a blink. The second, however, she toyed with, staring into it as if it held the secret of the meaning of life, judging by her expression. Her brows furrowed. Why was she here again?

The response immediately came to her mind, just as ridiculous as it had always been. Red couldn't help but smile: A dream. A stupid dream and here she was in the middle of Adventurer Central, a half demon with a bounty on her head the size of a Grand Dragon. Why did she get herself into these things? More than likely a good half of the people sitting around her were demon hunters -would an equal mix of human blood still their swords at all?

All common sense would have told her to leave; her childish naivety told her to strike up a conversation with a stranger; and her dream had just told her to come to this place, and sit, and wait, and let things come to her.

Red was not the sort of girl who ignored her dreams.

by **Lord McBastard** » Fri Jul 26, 2002 3:58 pm

Squinting into the bright torch light, the gigantic Troll, read the sign hanging in front of the Inn. "Ko...to....ki's Inn" he muttered to himself. Reading had never been Gruul's strong suite, for the first five hundred years of his life he had been fighting for survival in the Pits, reading had never been a high priority. "Stay here" he said to the pair of armour clad warriors that accompanied him "Don't let anyone enter, no killing, come if I call you".

With that he stepped in through the door, he had to hunch to fit his giant form through the small opening. The wooden floor boards creaked under his massive weight, as he glanced about the room, it was bright by his night vision and he saw everything quite clearly. No one looked overly threatening, not that the former gladiator was worried that a few fleshies would be a problem. He noticed that most of the eyes in the room had turned to him, a grin broke across his face as a he saw a few looks of fear. He relished in the attention, just as he did in his fighting days.

"I'm looking for the owner of this hole!" he bellowed, loud enough to rattle the windows, not to mention a few teeth.

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At about the same time Gruul was making his appearance in Kotoki's Inn, four people waited on the outskirts of the Doman capital. A caravan of wagons clattered up a seldom used road, a flag waved above the lead cart displaying a warning of plague. "Here's our reinforcements" snickered the small one in his high pitched voice. The largest of the group merely grunted and cracked her knuckles. Nuvio annoyed her, but then again he annoyed everyone. The third figure muttered a "Shut up" more to himself to anyone, the chains attached to his wrists jingled slightly as he shifted.

Ignoring the rest, the leader of the group stepped towards the wagon train. He raised his one hand in greeting "Ho wagoneer! Where are you headed?" he shouted. "Back! There be plague victims in these carts!" replied the wagon rider with a hiss of urgency. "I don't get sick easily" was the reply, completing the code sequence. The wagoneer grinned a feral grin and asked "How are you Kalev?". "Good good, how are you? What news from home?" replied Kalev, returning the smile. The wagoneer waved his hand in disgust "Operations all over this damned place, I've not got a days rest in months, and I don't think I'll ever get the smell of Dead Walkers off me" he snorted. Kalev lets out a laugh and after a moment the wagoneer joined him. "Come let me show you what I brought, you're love the new ones, fresh out of the temples!" he said as he clamoured off his seat.

As they walked to the back of one of the wagons, the reeking smell of old death assaulted the two as Kalev pulled back the cover. "Rose protect me! How long have these been dead!?" Kalev cried as he clenched a perfumed handkerchief to his face. With a laugh his companion replied "Only a week! These ones go quick when not up and about!". Kalev shook his head and then took another look at the back of the cart "What are you hauling? These cases are huge! Have they figured out a way to pack them together?". "No my friend, there is one in each case! Let me show you" the wagon master said.

Though unnaturally strong, it took both vampires to pull one of the huge cases out and set it against the wagon. "Lucio! What are these things?" Kalev said, bewildered. The wagoneer didn't bother replying as he jammed a pry bar into the lid and with a loud creak, it came free. A fresh blast of stink wafted out of the wooden box causing Kalev to scramble for his handkerchief again. Inside stood a massive figure, it was a hodge podge of different parts, but approximately humanoid in shape. Stitches criss crossed back and forth across it's body, in order to hold the thing together. Kalev smiled wickedly as he thought of the uses one of these could have. "How many are there?" he asked excitedly. "Only eight" the wagon master replied "But I've got sixty dead walkers and twenty feasters for you. No rag men, sorry, but Ramesh is keeping most of his at home, paranoid that one is. Now sign here and let me be on my way" he said as he held up a scroll with the exact specifications of his shipment. Kalev signed quickly and the wagons began to be unloaded, while his men began digging the storage graves for his new troops.

by **Kotoki** » Fri Jul 26, 2002 4:21 pm

Kotoki blinked several times, then smiled at the large troll. "That would be me. I'm Kotoki Michiyasu, welcome to my inn... It's fifty gil for a night, pay in the morning. Can I get you something to drink?"

by **Jak Snide** » Fri Jul 26, 2002 7:49 pm

Jak glanced over his shoulder at the troll casually, before turning his attention back to the inn.

And then his head bolted right back towards it, facts finally registering in his mind. What the bloody hell was a troll doing here?! He doubted it was for a soft bed. He slid off his chair, standing up and turning to face the monster, not uttering a word.

Kinval, meanwhile, remained seated, watching with interest. Unlike Jak, there was no way he was going to try and take on a full grown troll. Well, at least in straight combat.

by **XIIIRedXIII** » Fri Jul 26, 2002 9:19 pm

Red's slightly pointed ears twitched, and she had to stop herself from gagging as the stink of troll assulted her nostrils.

Casually turning her head toward the door, her eyes confirmed what her other acute senses had screamed: Troll. In the Inn. In the freaking Inn.

"Damn..." she muttered. Her eyes widened as a fellow stood up, clearly challenging the beast, asking what it was doing there without saying a word. He's crazy...

Either that, or he was a lot stronger than he looked.

She casually leaned down to fix the lace on her boot...

by **viator22** » Fri Jul 26, 2002 10:22 pm

A smell assaulted the dwarf's nose, causing him to look toward the doorway and the huge troll that blocked it. That was unacceptable. This was a perfectly good place, which by definition meant that a troll shouldn't be here.

Turning around on the bench, Thadin set himself toward this possible threat, hand firmly on the haft of his axe.

(OCC: Damn EZBoard, it's screwing up on my computer. As a result I don't know about anything that happened after my last post. Somebody correct me about the details.)

by **Kelne** » Fri Jul 26, 2002 10:24 pm

Leothe considered the troll for a moment.
Big, well-muscled, and probably unfriendly.
Set against it was Jak.
Small, not strong, and definitely unfriendly.

Starting trouble would be a mistake on the troll's part, he decided, returning to his drink.
Still...
Leothe's hand strayed towards a small, stoppered vial.
No sense in taking chances.

by **Lord McBastard** » Sat Jul 27, 2002 5:25 am

Gruul laughed an ugly laugh as the small girl offered him a bed for the night. He then saw the fleshy robed in an ugly green come to a halt in front of him. He was clearly frozen in terror, to much in awe of the Trolls massive stature, and the other one, small even by little 'uns standards, was coming towards him, he was obviously in shock as well. Gruul wasn't surprised, he stood nearly four feet taller than the robed one and he was obviously superior in every physical aspect, but then again that was true for all fleshies, not to mention little 'uns.

His huge pointed teeth were exposed to the flickering light as he bellowed to Kotoki "No little girl! Even if the price for bedding with you is so low, I doubt you'd survive!â€ He laughed again and began to advance towards the bar, he strode casually through all obstacles, people scattered, drinks clattered to the floor, benches and table were crushed under his huge bare feet. He laid a single giant fist on the bar, causing it to creak with the strain, and looked down at the small girl that had addressed him earlier "You own this sty? Surely you could be some nobles concubine, or at least a higher priced harlot, 50 gil, you're worth at least 75!" Gruul roared in laughter. This was all very funny, he'd be 'home' in time to catch some late supper, his fourth of the night.

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OOC: Just to Bunnygirl or what have you, a few points. This RP is full so sorry. You might want to check out this forum a little more before you blindly post, not to mention character control. I'd run your posts through a spell checker because I'm pretty sure 'unggly' isn't a word. And one last thing READ previous posts, don't skim.

Oh yes, one last last thing, you might want to check out this forum a little more before you blindly post. Now I know I said this already, but I thought it was so important that I should mention it a second time.

by **Kelne** » Sat Jul 27, 2002 8:15 am

Oh, dear Gods...

Leothe was enough of a regular to have seen what Jak habitually did to rowdy drunks, and this was orders of magnitude worse.

Taking care not to upset any of his dishes, Leothe upended his table and hid behind it, head peeking over the edge.

The vial was held open now, arm coiled to throw it.
He wished he had his bow, but it was back at the store. He'd never expected to need it inside the city limits.

It wasn't his place to start anything, but once the fireballs started flying, he'd give what aid he could.

by **Jak Snide** » Sat Jul 27, 2002 9:56 am

Jak previously hadn't wanted to take on the troll before. Big, strong, and capable of clubbing him across the room with a single swing. Of course, all his concerns went straight out the window as the troll made it's little "joke." No sooner had the word "concubine" passed from it's twisted lips, Jak had span to face the back of the troll, both his hands dropping down beside his right thigh, the potential destruction of a wall not even occurring to him as he rushed mana down his arms and into the cupped space between his two palms, a pulsating orange ball of nuclear fire bursting into life.

With a feral snarl he thrust both his hands forward, the ball extending and widening into a raging beam of fiery energy, roaring through the air, straight towards the troll.

by **XIIIRedXIII** » Sat Jul 27, 2002 11:11 am

((OOC: If the troll came to the bar, he'd be sitting right next to Red))

"Excuse me," Red grumbled as the troll took a seat near her. "Would you mind keeping your lard a bit to yourself? I don't know if these glasses are breaking due to your clumsy movement, or if the reflection of yourself in them is causing them to explode but--"

Her hands gripped a handle of a blade in her boot, tattered...before she saw the energy blast Jak was sending toward the troll, which was likely to hit both of them.

"Crap!" She hissed, dropping and rolling beneath the bar, a loud hiss emitting as she slashed at the troll's ankle with a mysterious weapon.

((OOC: Hope I'm not godmodding by saying her slash hit, but it wouldn't have killed the troll -just given him a limp- cuz she just whacked at his ankle. I think Jak'll take care of the killing part. and thanks again for letting me join on short notice, even though at first I just posted randomly^^; ))

by **Martyman** » Sat Jul 27, 2002 11:38 am

Cleriden offered a slight smile to the dwarf as he approached. "Well met, Thadin.. My name is Cleriden." He rolled the ball of air along the back of his hand. "Do you frequent this tavern? I must say it's top notch." His eyes never left his toy, until the massive troll entered the room. Seeing the creature move through the door broke his concentration long enough, that the wind spell ended, sending his drink splattering across the table. For a moment, the elf sighed, looking to the mess as if he lost a treasured possession. His eyes then moved to the troll, an ear twitching as his gutteral voice matched his foul scent and even less agreeable appearance. What a cruel reminder of the world outside, when this night had been so nice.

As Gruul moved through the inn, the elf stood up with a smirk of disgust. Cleriden was ready to roll up his sleeves and admonish the troll, regardless of the fact that he could be used for a toothpick. However, noticing the buildup of mana within the room, those plans were dashed. He looked around, seeing the man behind the table, and decided to take cover as well, kneeling behind a chair. He indeed rolled up his sleeves and started whispering a spell to compliment the mage's, ready to use it when it all hit the fan.

by **Kotoki** » Sat Jul 27, 2002 11:59 am

Kotoki, trying not to wince at the troll's little joke, sighed as the glasses shattered. "Jak..." she started. "Try not to break any chairs, please?"

Raile, meanwhile, watched the proceedings with intrest. There were plenty of people other than him to take care of the lout.

by **Vampire Jester Jinx** » Sun Jul 28, 2002 4:16 pm

As Gruul saw the movement from the little 'un to his right, his combat instincts kicked in full force. His fist lashed out, catching only the empty stool his would be attacker had been occupying. "I mush be getting old" thought the Troll, as the wood shattered like glass when his meaty hand contacted it. He let out a grunt as the blade sliced through his thick hide and into his ankle.

And before the hulking figure had a time to bring a large knotted fist down on the little 'un who had escaped the first round, Gruul felt an insane burning sensation. The troll stench increased tenfold as Jak's spell charred the thick troll's hide.

Suddenly wheeling about, he yelled in his guttural voice, "RACK FRACK!"

Outside, standing a small pace away from Kotoki's Inn. Stood two heavily armored forms. They stood still a moment longer, then at the sound of the shout, began to clank their way towards the door, weapons raised.

by **viator22** » Sun Jul 28, 2002 4:26 pm

Hell breakin' time thought Thadin. The black mage had just released an incredibly painful looking attack on the troll's broad, ugly back, charring the flesh badly.

Thadin's own combat training took over as he slipped into a berserker trance. His eye's acquired a distant look and his muscles firmed almost imperceptibly.

Grabbing his axe and dashing in low, Thadin prepared all his strength for an over-head chop.

by **Jak Snide** » Sun Jul 28, 2002 5:30 pm

Jak scowled. That spell would have torn a normal man in half. And now there were two tin cans as well.

"F*cking hell, maybe we should hire a bloody guard or two." he muttered, shifting himself away from the enemy, hoping that the patrons would act as sufficient mean shields.

by **Kelne** » Sun Jul 28, 2002 8:19 pm

Organised. He must have been planning this all along.

Leothe left aside the question of why someone would want to destroy Kotoki's Inn, and hurled the vial at the troll.
It shattered against his head as planned, and a cloud of sleeping gas engulfed it.

One eye on the troll's reactions, he pulled out a small case, opening it on the floor beside him.
Unfortunately, these were only samples - there would be only one use of each concoction.

Well, he'd just have to use what he had.
Selecting another vial, Leothe watched for a fresh target.

by **XIIIRedXIII** » Sun Jul 28, 2002 9:12 pm

Red winced as wood rained down around her; she heard the troll's sickening cry, and, lashing out blindly, threw a shuriken toward its...sleeping?...form.

That was all she had time to do before a large board fell, hitting her squarely on the head and knocking the halfdemon unconsious.

by **Martyman** » Mon Jul 29, 2002 9:15 am

Cleriden paused for a moment, amazed at the assault by the group of people who stand out of the crowd. He spun on his heel towards the door as it flew open, smirking as the two other lugheads entered. The mage slapped his gently glowing hand on the puddle of wine he had spilled earlier and pointed it towards one of the trolls. Immediately, a blast of water left his hand, his intended target being the armor's giant helmet. "Take this, you...things?" ...He hoped that these animated creations weren't as tough as they looked. With all that fancy weaponry hanging from their waists, the elf hoped that they wouldn't get to use a single piece.

(([edit] Thanks Viator, It was early and I was tired

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Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showLocalUserPublicProfile?login=martyman>Martyman</A] 

at: 7/29/02 7:49:36 pm

by **viator22** » Mon Jul 29, 2002 9:56 am

((OCC: Marty, there's only one troll, the other two are enchanted suits of armor))

by **Lord McBastard** » Fri Aug 02, 2002 3:36 am

Gruul was mad, not just normal mad, he was literally frothing at the mouth with bloodlust. The days at the Altar came crashing back, it was all so shockingly familiar, like he had been in this battle before, dozens of times, the setting was different, and so were his opponents, but it was all the same. In his card index mind he shuffled what he could do and what would probably happen if he did it, all in no measurable amount of time.

Then he reacted with a speed that shouldn't be possible for something so big.

The vial of sleeping gas that hit him had no visible affects, due to undead nature of the Troll, so he ignored the person that had thrown it. The cut in his leg had hurt, but his dual troll and vampire regeneration had almost closed the wound already, so he ignored the one that cut him. He also failed to notice the throwing weapon that was lodged in his shoulder, it had been thrown hard enough to pierce his hide but the pain was minor compared to the one in his back. His main concerns were the little 'un that was barrelling down at him with that hatchet of his, the one in the green robe, and the one throwing water at Frak, in that order.

One of his giant paws darted out and caught the edge of a nearby table, with little seeming effort he threw the heavy table directly at the charging dwarf. Not even bothering to check the results of his action he turned his attention to his two armoured guards. "Frak! Defend yourself! Rack! Kill the green robed one!" he bellowed, his rage dripping off every word.

The armoured form known as Frak, straightened slightly and began to advance, its giant sword raised high. It moved without slip across the wet floor towards Cleriden. For a moment it began to slow at the intense pressure form the jet of water, but only for a moment. As the runes about its armour flashed a dark blue, the stream of liquid forked directly in front of the Spirit Armour, and it began to advance once more, sword ready to deliver death. Fraks former brother known as Rack, advanced at the green clad black mage, in the exact same way as his twin had done, two halves of the same whole they were.

by **Kelne** » Fri Aug 02, 2002 7:51 am

o.o; Stupid trollish metabolism. It'll probably take him a week to even notice he was hit. Well, let's see if he can shrug this one off.

The next vial spread burning liquid across the troll when it shattered.
It wouldn't go out in a hurry, and should actually do some damage.
A pity he didn't have more.

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