A Day in the Horde(Freestyle RP)

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A Day in the Horde(Freestyle RP)

Unread postby ChristianC » Fri May 02, 2003 1:17 pm

The morning breaks slowly in the east of Mirroh. Shadowed by the great mountains Erek and Elez´Khal the land of Farak Wirrock remains dark enough for it's creatures to be active even during the day.

Bordered by barren wastelands and scavengers the region of darkness is impenetratable. Behind these natural defenses a force is steadily growing like a tremendous tumour, threatening to devore the entire world...

---

"<span style="color:green;">Corporal Korkasha!!</span>" The voice of the orc Sergeant split the air in the camp of the C-Company like a battle-axe. "<span style="color:green;">Report for duty on the double!</span>" The sergeant spit out a piece of bone and sat down behind his makeshift table, slamming his legs up on it making it creak rather unnervingly. He glared at a small goblin that passed his table.

"<span style="color:green;">You!</span>" he shouted at it making it scream in fright. "<span style="color:green;">Go fetch Corporal Korkasha or I'll make sure you'll be... urr...</span>" The sergeant, still not quite comfortable with his new role as, well, sergeant, grunted thoughtfully... "<span style="color:green;">I'll... uurr... Eat you!</span>" He concluded. It didn't ring well, but it had the effect he wanted. The goblin squealed and ran away as fast as it could.

---

In another part of the camp, and in fact in another country entirely, a cart had arrived, loaded with various forms of beverages, most of which could kill any form of bacteria known to man.

The driver of the cart, a rat-like man with nervous eyes and a twitching nose, let his eyes dart from one place to another, as if he was expecting something.

"<span style="color:blue;">Hurry up!</span>" He yelled suddenly, turning his attention to the large insect-like being who was currently busy unloading the barrels from the cart and into a nearby tent. "<span style="color:blue;">Stupid orcs, if I'm not out of this camp in one hour I'm going to demand extra payment.</span>" He glared at Silk again. "<span style="color:blue;">They're probably expecting to get this free... It's not exactly cheap running a business during wartimes you know!</span>"

---

The tent in which Silk was putting the barrels was quite large and served as a form of pub, if you could call it that. Placed randomly in the space of it was several crude but stable tables as well as some quickly built benches. The air was humid and moist, but the "costumers" didn't complain.

"<span style="color:green;">Tell us that one about that elf again, Korkasha!</span>" One particularily ugly orc gurgled between his tusks.

"<span style="color:lime;">Yar, the one where you smashed his face!</span>" Another, slightly less appalling orc chimed in.

As guessed, the large troll was the center of the attention.

However, a bit away from the others in one of the shadow-draped corners (never mind the sunshine outside) two Night elves sat, sneering at the rest of the patrons of the pub. They each had a small cup standing on the table from which a faint mist came. The mist ran down over the table and lazily made it's way down to the floor to finally evaporate in a long and ardous process.

The elves were bored.

---

A bit away from the camp, on the top of mount Elez´Khal to be more specific, a scout party had stopped to rest.

The party consisted of a few orcs and maybe a troll or two, together with a dark elf. Sufficient to say, things weren't pretty.

"<span style="color:green;">Hey, Far...Farne... elf, you dun go thinkin´ you the boss now, just ´cause you knows more than us orcs.</span>" One of the orcs grunted at the elf, baring his tusks. The elf sighed and brushed a hand through his long raven-black hair.

"<span style="color:#B4024D;">Listen you disgusting greenskin,</span>" he muttered back at the orc, "<span style="color:#B4024D;">I don't know what your orders were, but I was specifically assigned to lead this group. If that doesn't suit you that's...</span>" He stopped, sniffing in the air.

"<span style="color:lime;">What now, elf?</span>" Another orc chuckled, "<span style="color:lime;">You is expecting something?</span>"

"<span style="color:#B4024D;">Shut up...</span>" the elf whispered, ""<span style="color:#B4024D;">Don't you smell that? It's sulfur.</span>" The elf sniffed again in the air, pointing finally to a rather large opening in the mountain side. "<span style="color:#B4024D;">It's coming from there...</span>"

The orcs instantly scrambled for their weaponry, clanging heavily. "<span style="color:green;">You think it is dwarf-shits?</span>" One of them growled under his breath. The elf shrugged and sneaked up to the entrance.

The others soon followed him, a slightly warm breeze escaped from the hole, smelling strongly of sulfur.

"<span style="color:#B4024D;">You three follow me inside,</span>" the elf pointed at three orcs who immediatly nodded, "<span style="color:#B4024D;">the rest of you wait outside.</span>"

Slowly, slowly the elf sneaked inside and the three orcs followed him. Fernelegild grinned for himself in the darkness. Perhaps his amazingly stealthy moves had somehow gone into the minds of those stupid or...

He was interrupted in his thinking when one of the orcs stumbled over anothers' foot and both shrieked as they fell on eachother.

---

Alextina woke up slowly and realized she had the most horrible headache imaginable. She'd definantly never drink that much again...

Now what'd awakened her? And what the hell was that loud noise!?

She caught the faint whiff of orcs and... oooh! A elf!

---

"<span style="color:#3E0066;">I assume you understand your orders, spectre.</span>" The dark lord said with a booming voice. He held a small crystal between his armored fingers, staring deep into it. The crystal glowed with a faint green light which seemed to grow either stronger, or weaker, from instance to instance.

"<span style="color:#3E0066;">...I see...</span>" he continued, a slight frown appearing on his face. "<span style="color:#3E0066;">If you would bother to listen this time. I want you to travel to Irisktas in Athargys. You will bring with you a tool I have crafted. The king of Irisktas is dead, and his son is soon to be crowned. When he is, it shall be with this tool.</span>" He paused for a moment.

"<span style="color:#3E0066;">Did you get it this time?</span>"

The soul of Methantekos Revanbad glimmered slightly and the Dark Lord nodded. However, as he went to place the small crystal among the other ones he missed a step, tossed the small crystal containing the undying soul of the lich high up in the air, nearly toppled the entire shelf containing the souls of everyone of his liches and caught the small crystal mere inches from the floor.

"<span style="color:#3E0066;">I meant to do that.</span>"

---

((OOC - There, be merry and socialize and stuff. And please put a description of your character in a gamewise sense. Lesse... some more info on the camp.

At the moment there are three countries ruled by the Dark Lord. Travel between the different camps, castles, etc. Are done through magical portals, to make it a bit more easier to get around. Here are the countries:

The middle one, Arikates, is where the dark lord lives. This is a place of eternal torment and damnation, with hell-pits, torture chambers, forts and suchlike. The castle of the Dark Lord is so tremendous that it is said you cannot look upon one corder of the wall and see the other end.

The northern one, Russitakis, contains everything from training grounds to feeding holes and recruitment centers. This is where people go to eat, fight and be... err... merry. This is the location of the small pub, for your information named The Dark Lord's Skull.

The southern one, Celemens, contains the camps of all the soldiers. Which means there's a lot of tents. Officers higher than Captain lives in Arikates. Which brings us to:

Army Ranks & Such!!!

Right, a couple of months ago the Dark Lord got a particularily colorful vision of a standing army without peer. In difference to his own horde, this army had a strict hierarchial system, meaning that other creatures had to have power too, in a lesser scale of course.

This is the results.

The smallest unit of the horde is, just that, a unit. A unit consists of 8 privates together with a sergeant and two corporals. The privates are generally assorted so as to have at least two spellcasters, two scouts and four warriors in each unit. Each corporal is the leader of four privates while the sergeant is the leader of all. The groups are named Asmodeus and Belial.

Four units makes a company, governed by a captain. Aside from the captain there is also the first and second lieutenant, each handling two sergeants. The companies are ordered in

Five companies make a battalion, mastered by a Major or a Lieutenant Colonel. Each company has a letter assigned to them. Ranging from A to E.

Three battalions makes a Regiment, controlled by a Colonel.

A brigadier consists of four regiments and a brigadier general is the officer in charge.

A Major General controls the Division, which consists of two brigadiers,

Three divisions makes a corps, the corps is lead by a lieutenant general.

There are also specialists. In these cases, general creatures of myth that doesn't work well as privates. This could also include privates given a special mission, or a unit selectively created by a officer of rank Colonel or higher.

There. The characters are as follows.

Korkasha, Corporal of Team Asmodeus, Unit 2, C-Company, Battalion 2, Regiment 1, Brigadier 2, Division 2.
Silk, No rank yet, considered slave.
Alextina, Specialist, no affiliation
Methantekos, Private of Team Belial, Unit 4, A-Company, Battalion 3, Regiment 2, Brigadier 1, Division 3
Rhodia, still awaiting rank and position(just arrived)
Brence, Sergeant of Unit 3, E-Company, Battalion 3, Regiment 1, Brigadier 2, Division 1

Right. Don't worry so much about ranks and stuff, I just did this for fun. It's good to know though. So most presumably you don't know eachother very well. Although perhaps Rhodia and Brence might've had a little chat together.

Any questions or comments, go ahead and ask them in the OOC thread))

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Hey! That's my soul you're ****ing with, dangit!

Unread postby The Dark Gun » Fri May 02, 2003 1:50 pm

*Methantekos considered carefully.*

IM: I'd be MOST appreciative if he was a little more careful with that.

*He sighs, slightly*

IM: It would help if he was more clear... I mean, I'm supposed to bring that tool to the corination, but he didn't asy if the whole team was coming with or what...

*He loomed about, just looking around.*

IM: Bah! I'm not even sure exactly where we are... Where'd that map guy go?


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Re: Hey! That's my soul you're ****ing with, dangit!

Unread postby ChristianC » Fri May 02, 2003 4:03 pm

((OOC - Some GM-Twinking))

Methantekos woke from his trance. He found himself inside his small room, sitting on a very uncomfortable chair staring into a large, dim sphere. The voice of his master echoed in his mind.

"<span style="color:purple;">I have made... preparations, my little lich... Go to the mountain of Elez´Khal and you will meet the rest of your group there...</span>"


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Wonderful first impresion

Unread postby Mechanisto » Fri May 02, 2003 4:11 pm

((OOC: I totally have to try and draw this guy...))

The roads within the army's makeshift camp had been mired with mud from the constant traffic; lines of armored soldiers had been marching back and forth regularly, alongside countless carts and wagons.

Silk was larger than some of the caravans himself, in weight and measure; he'd assumed that by now he would have learned the general rules of traffic here, but instead, he'd learned there really weren't any. He'd almost trampled a number of people on several ocasions, and had suceeded in knocking over an entire caravan of throwing spears that had rammed into him in a fit of chaos and confusion. What was most frightening was how angry everyone was with him... he wsa used to being treated as a slave and a laborer. he wasn't use dto getting shouted at so much. His previous captors had been crypt fiends; cruel, yes, but at least they weren't boisterous!

Silk's eight glassy eyes examined the cart full of barrels. Hm... not too heavy... just an aukward shape... After a pause, he liffted up on his legs a bit, reached down to the base of his ambdomen, and drew a length of silk from his spinnerets; his second set of forelegs, smaller and dextrous, began knitting the material into a braid, and his larger clawed hands began tying it around the barrels. Double weave should do... it'll only be a minute...

"Hurry up!" Silk flinched in surprise as the caravan driver shouted at him. "Stupid orcs, if I'm not out of this camp in one hour I'm going to demand extra payment." Silk returned to the weaving job, forming his net over the goods. "They're probably expecting to get this free... It's not exactly cheap running a business during wartimes you know!"

The driver paused as he watched Silk. "Ey... why arent you hauling off wi'em? I said move faster, not break for tea!"

Silk blinked a bit, and gestured towards his cargo-net-in-progress, but the driver shouted to a nearby Orcish soldier before he could explain. "Hey! This bug won't haul!"

The orc glared at silk, marched over, and smacked him on the horn on his forehead with the blunt side of his axe. "YOU GET YOUR MAGGOT RIDDEN SELF BACK TO WORK, OR I'LL CARVE A NEW PLATE ARMOR FROM YOUR SHELL!"

Silk didn't even feel the blow, but flinched in shock. He droppd the net, grabbed two barrels under each forearm, and ran for the tent as fast as he could. He ended up scattering a group of goblins in a panic, and nearly rammed into another caravan. He sighed a little in relief as he entered the huge tavern tent, and put the four barrels down as carefuly as time allowed.
He looked around for the tavernkeep, but didn't see anyone who looked in charge. He looked at the crowd, and spoke a little nervously; His voice was deep, and sounded like a cricket's screech. "Hey, uh... where... where do I put..."

He jumped a bit as he heard the sound of breaking wood, and looked at the barrels just in time to see the closest table of Orcs leaning against them, plunging their tankards in while laughing. "Here's fine!"

Uh oh...

He turned to see the same Orc Captain from before glaring at him, smacking the flat of his axe in his palm menacingly. "That's coming out of your pay, bug..."

"But you arent paying m...ACK" His eyes bulged, and he let out a surprised screech as the Orc grabbed a metal ring attatched to his throat, just below his mouth, and dragged him back to the caravan; the people in the tavern laughed as he scrambled away.

At least it's better than hauling rocks around... He thought as he scrambled to followed the Orc, tenderly keeping the ring under as little pressure as possible. ...maybe it won't be so bad after I get used to things


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A Day in the Horde

Unread postby WhiteWerefox » Fri May 02, 2003 7:19 pm

(((OOC: ChristianC, I'd rather RP my own charactors. If you are going to be playing Alextina, I should note that she is neither a cave dweller, nor does she smell of sulpher, and she certainly isn't anything remotly perky after a binge.)))

Alextina opened an eye, and held her head.

"The last person out of this cave gets to be a sacrifice to whatever raging daemons are residing in the back of my skull." She picked some crud from under one of her claws. "Actually, the first one of you I catch will do well enough.You have until I get my implements ready to start running."

She ran her tounge over her teeth. At least whatever that surgeon called alcohol did a pretty good job of sterilizing her mouth.


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Re: A Day in the Horde

Unread postby Ronin » Sun May 04, 2003 1:16 pm

Brence looked up from the fire in the middle of his tent, which was adorned with many strange mystical devices. What he saw did not surprise him in the least, a large crowd of orcs were fighting over the barrels of ale being unloaded.

"*sigh* I should get a tankard full before its all gone"

He got up from the floor where he had been meditating cross legged and walked towards the tent, but was confronted with a veritable wall of orc flesh..... After brief thought Brence decided to give them a warning and yelled at them in his loudest 'sergeant' voice "CLEAR A PATH YOU MAGGOTS OR I'LL SEND YOU TO THE DEPTHS OF THE HELLS WHERE YOU BELONG"

The orcs paused for a moment, looked at him, completely forgetting who he was, and continued fighting for ale.

Brence sighed again "it is SO hard to get a drink around here!"

Brence started chanting arcane words under his breath, fueling lightning into his words, he built up the power until bolts of lightning jumped between his hands. Brence held the spell there for a moment, giving the orcs one last chance "MOVE YOUR SELFS NOW OR FACE MY WRATH!!!!". Now some say that orcs aren't that bright, but these ones were smart enough to know not to get between an night elf and his ale, especially when he was about to send electric death at them, almost all scattered except for one. Brence decided to use him as a small example of his power, toning down his spell Brence confined the electricity to one hand and silently stepped behind the stupid orc, and gave him a lite tap on the shoulder. The orcs hair stood on end and he toppled over backwards, much to the great enjoyment of his cohorts, who started laughing and taunting the now unconcious orc. Brence scooped some ale into a tankard and sat down on a bench, taking a sip of the strong liquid he sighed again and finally said to the waiting crowd of 25 or so orcs

"you may resume"

((oc hope thats good, I think it portrayed my character well))


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Re: A Day in the Horde

Unread postby plystionfn » Sun May 04, 2003 11:17 pm

Out of the shadows, Rhodia walked up to examine the shocked orc. He searched every pocket in an attempt to get some more money.

Rhodia sighed, "Damn, not a piece of gold on him, oh well."

Rhodia started chanting something similar to Brence's words. A small orb of fire about the size of a ping pong ball appeared between his hands. Rhodia lifted the tiny orb and threw it at one of the kegs of beer. A small hole in the barrel caused ale to spray out hitting Rhodia in the mouth.

Rhodia turned to Brence. "You see, its way easier to just take something than to commit murder to get it."

(ooc:I know it isn't a very good first post, but I just wanted to find a way to get him into the story)



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Re: A Day in the Horde

Unread postby SALSAlys » Mon May 05, 2003 12:11 am

A tall, muscular troll woman with olive-green skin was cheerfully relating her story of much smashing, waving her morningstar for emphasis every once in a while, meaning that her circle of admirers had to keep their distance, or risk being smashed with the spiky ball of doom.

Korkasha's face was surprisingly fine-featured for a troll, despite her over-muscular body; almost elvish, except for hatchet-like nose and broad chin. Her pointed ears protruded from a nest of black chunky braids, each weighed down with a small bone. Two small triads of horns came from her temples, and when she laughed or grinned, which was often, large fangs showed. Feral golden eyes shone merrily.

Then she glanced at the squabbling elves, and in a booming voice called over to them.

"Hey, you don't have to play with those magic tricks to get a drink, y'know!" She hefted her own tankard, some foam sloshing over the side and spattering her shoulder, but she wiped it off without paying much attention, and drained the container with a long gulp. Then she tossed it to an orc near the barrel. "Fill 'er up!"

The orc filled it again, and then tossed it back to her, surprisingly little of the liquid spilled. Then Korkasha sipped again, giving the elves a broad grin. "See?"


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Re: A Day in the Horde

Unread postby plystionfn » Mon May 05, 2003 6:31 pm

The impressed night elf turned to Korkasha. "Nice. I'll give it a try."

Rhodia grabbed his own glass and tossed it at an enraged orc. "Fill 'er up!"

The orc filled up the glass with the strongest ale Rhodia had seen. However, instead of giving to glass back to Rhodia, the orc drank it himself. When the drink was gone, the orc threw the glass back at Rhodia.

The glass shattered on Rhodia's face. Shards of glass cut him in every location on his face that there was. A few pieces even got in his eyes temporarily blinding him. Rhodia bent down on his knees.

"If I die, you're coming to hell with me."

Rhodia muttered a spell to himself. Because of his condition, he could not even remember the entire spell. Instead of thousands of shards of ice hitting the orc, only an ice cube fell on the orc's head. Rhodia fell to the ground unconscious.


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Re: A Day in the Horde

Unread postby SALSAlys » Mon May 05, 2003 9:26 pm

(OOC: Elfies, please restate char descriptions in your posts? ^_^;; Currently I imagine them as twins.... which prob'ly isn't a good thing. O.o)

"....crazy elves," the troll muttered, draining her tankard again and stalking over to the unconcious form.

Hearing a mutter from an orc, she turned and spat. "No, you can NOT eat him! He'd be too stringy anyway." Then Korkasha hoisted Rhodia over one shoulder without ceremony, and proceeded to amble off to her quarters to dump him off so he could recover.

Along the way, she passed by the caravan and the immense Silk. Pausing briefly, she glanced up and remarked "You're a big one, ain'tcha?"


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Re: A Day in the Horde

Unread postby Ronin » Mon May 05, 2003 10:00 pm

Brence looked down at the orc, kicking it in the side to see if it was dead or not.....

"I thought that wouldn't kill him, ahh well, one less annoyance(sp?)"

((oc look in the ooc thread for descriptions))


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Re: A Day in the Horde

Unread postby WhiteWerefox » Tue May 06, 2003 12:04 am

"Oh, shit." One of the orc bartenders said.

The other looked up. "What?"

"Her." He said, and pointed to a black dragon with jagged red markings gliding into the large tent. "Last time she was here, she demanded a cup of the strongest brew we had. I gave her a cup of the stuff we're only allowed to give to greater demons and elder dead."

"No kidding. Did she pass out or start screaming and thrashing?"

"No, she drank our entire supply. Not like I was gonna argue, either: she was smashed when she came in. Then she asked if I knew anyone who would have had anything stronger."

Alextina perched on one of the barstools, interrupting their conversation. "Green tea." She said.

The barternder laughed. "You've got to be kid..."

She set down a large mug, constructed of a very fresh acquired orc skull and decroated with some stones, bones, feathers and an engraved Kanga nut. Tooth and claw marks on the skull indicated that it was not a pleasant extraction.

"Green tea, now." She said.

"Right, I'll go see if we have some in the back."

"I'll put some water on to boil."

Alextina nodded, and perched on one of the benches. "And put some willow bark in it!" She yelled after them.


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A look into Rhodia's dreams

Unread postby plystionfn » Tue May 06, 2003 12:48 am

While being knocked unconscious, Rhodia had the best dream that he remembered in a long time. Yes, unconscious people have dreams, it's just that they forget them by the time they wake up.

Rhodia's dream could be summarized easily by just one word. Revenge. Revenge against the human. The human that changed his life. The human that destroyed his homeland, leaving Rhodia to be the last of his tribe.

It was as if the killer he was seeking just appeared before his eyes out of nowhere. In the middle of the battlefield, just standing there. Somehow, Rhodia knew it was him. Rhodia drew his bow and arrow, and aimed it at the human. At the point Rhodia had snapped back into reality.

Was this just a dream, or was it more of a seeing from the future? Rhodia did not have time to decide, for the first thing he saw when he came back was the enormous Silk.

"What the hell is that?"


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Whee.

Unread postby SALSAlys » Tue May 06, 2003 1:03 am

"....and you darkies recover faster than I thought," commented Korkasha, lowering the elf from her shoulders and then giving him a companiable slap across the back which nearly sent him reeling.

"And ask HIM."


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Ooh, tasty.

Unread postby WhiteWerefox » Tue May 06, 2003 4:57 am

"If you dont' need him," Alextina said, sipping from her skull, "I could use some vertebrae in good condition."

(((OOC: Edit: That was to Brence.)))

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Ooh, tasty.

Unread postby Mechanisto » Tue May 06, 2003 10:33 am

Silk shifted a little, uncomfortably. He'd been told to "shut up" so many times, he wasn't completely sure when he was allowed to speak. However, the rules at his old home in the Crypt Fiend kingdom were probably safest: Speak When Spoken To.

Silk's voice was extremely deep, and sounded like thousands of Crickets chirping and chittering at once. "I am a Siege Scarab... my name is Silk."

Korkasha and Rhodia momentarily reeled from the smell of the giant beetle's breath. The stench that came from Silk was more intense than anything else this camp had to offer. It was like sticking your head in a barrel of festering dead rats left in pickle brine for a week. Rhodia was nearly sent reeling, but even Korkasha felt her eyes water a tiny bit... most Trolls enjoyed a good stench, but this one stung like hot pepper.

Silk's head had a large crest on it, with a pronged horn sticking out the front. His clamp-like mouth and eight glassy eyes were on the underside of his head, protected by the crest. "What are you?"


SALSAlys
 

Like chili? Yum.

Unread postby SALSAlys » Tue May 06, 2003 2:08 pm

"Korkasha. Biggest $%#ing troll the camp has around right now," she responded, giving the beetle new respect and then licking her lips slightly.

Nice smell.


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Re: Like chili? Yum.

Unread postby ChristianC » Tue May 06, 2003 5:33 pm

As the troll finished introducing herself she noticed a slight tug in her arm. Looking down, she found a small goblin looking up at her, breathing heavily.

"<span style="color:lime;">Miss Korkasha Corporal, miss.</span>" It managed, wiping it's brow and face from sweat and snot. "<span style="color:lime;">I-I was told to bring you to... to the C-Company's Camp. Miss.</span>" It quickly scuttered away, it didn't want to end up as someone's supper, and that big scary trollwoman did look a bit hungry.

While this was going on the man who had delivered the barrels looked down on Korkasha.

"<span style="color:blue;">Corporal?</span>" He mumbled as he shook his head. No way he was doing any business with a big brute like that. He looked at the elf that was recovering from what looked like a pretty bad facewound.

"<span style="color:blue;">´oi, elf.</span>" He tried. "<span style="color:blue;">I delivered these barrels, right. And I'd appreciate any... you know... payment. You wouldn't happen to be any rank above, err, corporal?</span>" He swollowed hard. He'd probably get skinned alive by it, but damn well he wasn't going to leave without at least getting some money.


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Re: Ooh, tasty.

Unread postby plystionfn » Tue May 06, 2003 6:03 pm

Rhodia looked up at Silk to speak to him. So up that it actually put a terrible strain on his neck.

"I am Rhodia, a night elf. I am on a quest to kill the human that destroyed my home. I am unfamilar of the Siege Scarabs, are there many of your kind around these days?"

This is what Rhodia meant to say, but he plugging his nose to avoid the stench made it come out as this.

"I am Frofia. I fam on a mest to fill the mufan that mefrofed my hof. I am mumilfar of fah Mief Faracs, far wear manfy fof mor find fround mese ways?"


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Re: Ooh, tasty.

Unread postby The Dark Gun » Tue May 06, 2003 8:26 pm

*He shakes his head and looks around.*

IM: I must be starting to have delusio... Wait, can undead HAVE delusions?

*He stands, and, leaning on his staff heavily, and shuffles about slowly. He had, on a number of occasions, been mistaken for an old man or somesuch, the results were usually entertaining.*

IM: Mine as well have a little fun before I go...


Ronin
 

Re: Ooh, tasty.

Unread postby Ronin » Tue May 06, 2003 9:30 pm

Brence looked over at the dragon then back down at the orc, it was just beggining to regain its senses, when it started to raise its head Brences boot stomped onto its forehead and kept it pinned to the ground while he thought.

"well, you can use him if you want, but I would rather be somewhere else when it happens." he smiled "it sounds a little messy"

With that he finished off his drink and strode over to the other dark elf who had been struck by the mug.

"That was a nice hit there, I think we should start using bartenders as soldiers!"

"oh yeah, I am Seargent Brence, from the clan <elvish> Moonwallker </elvish>"

((oc since I don't speak Elvish, I just am gonna use html style things for now, assume that unless your a night elf, you don't know what I said))


WhiteWerefox
 

*Grumble*

Unread postby WhiteWerefox » Tue May 06, 2003 11:38 pm

Alextina nursed her green tea. "Bartenders can't take orders, moron." she said under her breath.


plystionfn
 

Re: Ooh, tasty.

Unread postby plystionfn » Wed May 07, 2003 12:40 am

(ooc: just so that things make more sense, lets just say after Rhodia regained conscious and introduced himself to Silk, he went back to where Brence and Alextina are)

"Yeah, bartenders would make great soldiers. Too bad they are of the dumbest race ever to exist. <elven> Might I join your clan? My clan was recently destroyed, and I am looking for a new clan to join. </elven>

(ooc: can regular elves understand us, or just night elves?)


WhiteWerefox
 

*Grumble*

Unread postby WhiteWerefox » Wed May 07, 2003 1:08 am

(OOC: Alextina can't understand elvin. It's kind of hard to participate.)

Alextina glanced between the two of them. "If you're going to be discussing things without me, I'll have my tea elsewhere." She picked up the lidded pot and her new drinking vessel, and flew out the tent.

She perched on the nearest sturdy above-the-crowd object outside, and ended up sitting on Silk's rear end.


Mechanisto
 
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*Grumble*

Unread postby Mechanisto » Wed May 07, 2003 6:59 am

Silk watched the Dark Elf; This was actually the first time he'd ever met an Elf of any kind. He was speaking kind of funny, and Silk couldn't make any sense of it...

"I am sorry, but I don't speak elven."

Silk was Just about to try and sneak away (probably a futile task anyways) when something jumped up on his backside. His eyes bugged a bit in surprise, but instead of panicking and knocking something over, his first instinct was to freeze. And maybe tighten up a bit.

After a moment, he twisted his torso around and examined this new development. His large armored upper-body seemingly floated next to Alextina, with four shiny black eyes staring at her brightly.


WhiteWerefox
 

*Sniff*

Unread postby WhiteWerefox » Wed May 07, 2003 8:06 am

Alextina didn't bother looking up from her tea.

"Yes, bug?" She said.

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Mechanisto
 
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*Sniff*

Unread postby Mechanisto » Wed May 07, 2003 11:04 am

Silk flinched a bit. Well, his head flinched; his body remained as motionless as usual, so as not to disturb his passenger.

The last thing he needed was to disturb anybody again... "Nothing Miss..." He said in his low, gravelly voice.

he looked back at the troll and the dark elf, still worried. "Do you want something?" He hoped they wouldn't ask him about anything important.


Ronin
 

Re: *Sniff*

Unread postby Ronin » Wed May 07, 2003 4:10 pm

Brence glanced at the other dark elf, replying

<elven> well isn't that a coincidence, my clan was also destroyed, damn humans! </elven>

((oc I don't know, should it be different from normal elven, and btw I am kinda busy so I will not be lurking around the forums constantly....))


plystionfn
 

Re: *Sniff*

Unread postby plystionfn » Wed May 07, 2003 5:50 pm

<elven> Perhaps we should start a new clan. Anything to get revenge on the humans</elven>

(ooc: ChristianC, do you think regular elves would be able to understand the night elves language?)


SALSAlys
 

*pets*

Unread postby SALSAlys » Wed May 07, 2003 8:27 pm

Korkasha glanced after the goblin, then up at Silk again.

"Nah. Not right now. Seeya around later, awright?" Giving a fanged grin, she ambled off to report to C-Company.


Ronin
 

feh

Unread postby Ronin » Wed May 07, 2003 9:21 pm

Brence nodded thoughtfully, <elven> that is an.... interesting proposition </elven>


plystionfn
 

I like avenging

Unread postby plystionfn » Wed May 07, 2003 9:55 pm

<elven> But what shall the name of our new clan be? </elven>


WhiteWerefox
 

*Yawn*

Unread postby WhiteWerefox » Thu May 08, 2003 8:41 am

Alextina eyed Silk. "I'm fine right here. If I needed something, I'll let you know."

She sat and sipped her green tea, trying not to snap at the manual labor. Considering her hangover was in full swing, she found it somewhat difficult.

She poured another cup.

"So, bug, who do you belong to?"

((OOC: We're not going to have too much socializing, are we?))


The Dark Gun
 
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Hrmm... Bored lich...

Unread postby The Dark Gun » Thu May 08, 2003 1:22 pm

*He shambled slowly into the tavern, still bored.*

IM: Being undead isn't all it's cracked up to be... Don't drink, don't eat... Can't get drunk... Bah! Then again... I wasn't SUPPOSED to do that when I was a shaman... Much.

*He looked around.*

IM: It's pretty crowded here... Let's see where this goes.


Mechanisto
 
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Re: Ooh, tasty.

Unread postby Mechanisto » Thu May 08, 2003 2:17 pm

Silk took hold of the remaining four barrels on the caravan, careful not to disturb the dragon creature sitting on his back.

"Well... my previous masters gave me to this army, to test me in battle. They wish to see if my people will make strong fighters. I am to help carry supplies until my new master is ready. I do not know who he is though... they mentioned he was some kind of lich, but i do not know for certain. I have not met him yet."

He pulled aside one of the flaps to the tavern tent, and this time was careful to put the barrels behind the counter.

---

Mere moments after Methantekos seated himself in the tavern bar, he noticed a very familiar smell... the sharp reek of fetid, rotting flesh. Most of the bar's patrons didn't mind it at all; but only the Lich realized that this was not merely the smell of filth, but of death. It was a very refined, fresh scent.

The smell strengthened as the side ofhte tent opened, and a giant armored insect delivered four large barrels of drink. The creature's physiology was fascinating; it was some sort of giant carrion beetle, and yet it had some features unique to crypt fiends.


Ronin
 

Re: Ooh, tasty.

Unread postby Ronin » Thu May 08, 2003 7:47 pm

<elven> *smiles* we need a good one, something other elves won't laugh at </elven>


plystionfn
 

Re: Ooh, tasty.

Unread postby plystionfn » Thu May 08, 2003 11:57 pm

<elven> Yes, a name that will bring terror to all who hear it, and we must make sure that it doesn't rhyme with anything funny. </elven>


Ronin
 

Re: Ooh, tasty.

Unread postby Ronin » Fri May 09, 2003 12:47 am

<elven> yes, that never turns out well does it? </elven>


((oc when does the plot progress, please?))


WhiteWerefox
 

When my mommy told me about RP's, she never mentioned this.

Unread postby WhiteWerefox » Fri May 09, 2003 8:47 am

(((OOC: Ok, aside from the Reformation of the Greater Dark Elf Commonwealth and all, I'm waiting for something to happen too.)))

Alextina rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Hey, bug. I've been drunk for hte past fifteen months. Are we schedualed for battle any time soon?"


plystionfn
 

still clueless

Unread postby plystionfn » Sat May 10, 2003 12:20 am

<elven> Yes, I remember that was a big problem in my last clan. We were originally known as the Night Elves of Brotherhood. It then turned to the Night Elves of Barfhood. </elven>

(ooc: I hope you got an idea for the name, cause I still can't think of anything)

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