RP Story

Good job all of you! I'm quite busy these times. Got to write another story for another forum... got to draw a comic for my arts teacher along with some friends... got some homework... and got to REVISE! But above all else, I've got to play :)!

Firessa jumped over the arena's wall onto the field instead of going through the door. She had water from her moonwell back from the first time she met her fellow elves and Siroff. Clutching one of her many solid vials, she remembered that time with much joy, that time when she got those great friends. She ran as fast as her night-elven endurance permitted her to.
The injured orc was surrounded by many people, mostly healers as the man in charge demanded. Kar was already there. Kar was sent on an errand just then, probably to fetch the fountain water, while the healers used the best of their spells to maintain the orc alive. When she was at the spot, she shouted over all the incantations, "I have water!"
"So? He doesn't need water. He needs healing!" said one of the healers.
"This water does miracles!" Firessa said.
"I... want... water! Some... thing... to... drink!" Vole was trying to stir but couldn't.
The healers let the night elf come close to Vole. She opened the vial and poured it slowly into the mouth of Vole.
"I feel... better!" Vole said.
He sat up with a painful cry. His head was still in a strange position but he was curing. Kar arrived then and poured the more powerful fountain water into the orc's mouth. Firessa stood and went away to the Golden Jug. She wanted her free drink before the tournament restarted. On the way, however, she saw Kol had cornered the half-breed orc. They were arguing over some point.
"You should not have done that, Varall!" So, the orc was named Varall.
"Hey! You should be scolding the other contestant. He put poison on his axe and armor after all!"
"That hit was overpowered! Even if he used poison, you shouldn't have done that. You literally broke his neck beyond normal cure!"
"I'm sorry for that!"
"Well, your apologies don't mean very much in this case. But what I hope is that you don't do this to me! Don't worry, I won't use poison!"
"Okay! We're friends after all! Besides that orc insulted me!"
"Drop the tone, guys!" Firessa interrupted. She smiled, "Or your conversation will be heard in town on a ten kilometre radius!" She looked right and left, "People are coming!"

Pherexio: I'm going to be out for a while after this update, but Kar should be back soon. In any case, I'll Give my quick update and see where the story goes from there.

(Kar's Character):
"The group got back to the Jug in time to catch the end of a fight (Firessa broke it up). Apparently a drunkard had stolen another drunkard's drink, and they got into a shouting match. It escaladed from there until Firessa knocked them out with a single punch each (one of them took enough time to make some obscene remarks, and the other agreed). As a result, Firessa had stormed off angrily after she hit them.
A few moments afterwards, the tavern was back into full swing.
'Hey guys.'
'Where've you been?' Köl asked when Kar greeted them.
'I've just been looking around town a bit. You know, it's really rather nice to be able to just walk around a town without having to worry that Tir is coming to get us.'
'Well it's still very possible.'
'I know, but I just feel like it won't happen.'
'Well, at least you aren't uneasy all the time.' Köl finished his sentence with a long gulp of his drink.
'Who is the 'Tir' person? Another elf?' Verall's question was half-unexpected. Köl began explaining. Kar went for another walk.
It was completely dark when she finally found Firessa. She hadn't really been looking for her, but decided to stay with her for a while since they had run into each other."

Sorry about the shortness of my update, but I've got some major stuff I gata get done (It seems Kar and I are the busiest people participating, but hopefully that'll slow down a bit soon). Well, take it from there! :D

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Karazai: .... Well.... I can see this hasn't gotten too far ahead of me. My apologies that I can't update right now, I'll try to sometime in the near-future. Pherexio and I (all of me lol) will probably not be able to regularly be on for a while, but we should have at least some time here and there.

Well, that could be true, Pherexio. What do you have to do that keeps you two so busy? Is dreadnaught available? His character is also in town. And perhaps Defiler can put some more ideas for his sneak attack.

Firessa noticed Kar in the shadows, coming towards her.
“What are you doing here?� Kar asked.
“Thinking. It's been two weeks already that we left my base, my beloved home. I wonder how they are handling the area without me and the ones who died.�
“They are doing well. I'm sure of it. You are feeling homesick?�
“Perhaps a little. I miss my night-elven folks.�
“Yeah. I miss my elven folks too. Some of them only. I won't be welcoming Tir if he turns up in front of me…�
“Someone's coming. Footsteps on the right and left,� Firessa suddenly said on a low tone.
Kar was suddenly alert.
“Keep talking, even of Tir; that doesn't matter. Just continue talking,� Firessa whispered, listening closely.
“Yeah. Tir can often be very annoying when he pursue us and…�
“Talking about Tir, we come on his behalf,� a voice was clearly heard from the shadows. Immediately after, four footmen stepped out of the shadows and surrounded the two warriors.
“Ah! Finally you come… Some action will be a good training for tomorrow…� Firessa said as she untied her katana sheath, “Come on! I await you!�

I gave a little idea about Defi's warriors sneaking into Raignatan. Hope you were going to come to us even before the tournament, Defi. Wasn't too sure about that. Anyway, you can always ask me to change that. Something about the action I want to take place in the short battle: Firessa will be using her sheath like another sword but solely for parrying. Next turn's for whom? Oh btw, it seems this RP is nothing without Karazai and his friends!

Karazai: Indeed. As it were, Pherexio is moving accross town (wich can be much more time consuming than moving a greater span) so, that's what's keeping him busy. Schoolwork is heavy on the both of us, so that takes up quite a bit of time (Pherexio gets his done much faster than I could possibly do mine, so it's a bit tougher on me). In any case, we'll update as much as possible, 'cause this is really fun and is good practice for our professional writing (nott that this takes any less effort).

"The two elves fought furiously against the footmen. 'He's hired some more skilled warriors I see...' Kar thought as she was dodging another attack. Without her sword, spear, or bow, it would be a tough battle to win, and Firessa had to use both her sword and sheath to fend off the three footmen attacking her.
'Firessa, I've no weapon!' Kar yelled through dodges.
'Neither have I any... to spare!' Firessa shouted back between attacks and parrys.
'Perfect..' Kar began to doubt her chances of winning.
'ughn!' The footman hit her with the butt of his sword, knocking her down on top of a railing, which prevented her falling to the road twenty feet below her. She braced for the attack she knew she couldn't avoid.
It didn't come.
She opened her eyes to see the one footman, sword ready to strike, standing right in front of her. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder. Kar looked quickly over at Firessa; she had been subdued by the three other footmen; her sword discarded in the middle of the causeway.
Suddenly they both began yelling and trying to break loose, calling for Köl, Siroff, or anyone else, but no one came.
Eventually, they were silenced by the footmen, who seemed to be pushing them towards someone on the other side of the causeway. There was a quick flash of light, and the footmen dissappeared. Firessa grabbed her sword and charged at the shadowy individual, but she quickly froze and then collapsed to her knees as Kar was.
The shadowy figure spoke."


Defi: Well finally! I didn't think anyone was going to open up the story for this kind of an opportunity so soon.
"'It'd be so easy to kill you both right now...'
'What!? I'll have your life before this night is over!' Firessa gave a firey response.
'Such hollow promises should not be made by those who speak to a superior warrior.'
'What do you want?' Kar spoke with resentment.
'To tell you yur fate. I will not be the one to kill you, nor you to try and harm me.' Another flash of light, and the submission spell was lifted. 'I have come to tell you one thing--' Firessa cut him off with an attack filled with firey rage.
'It seems you must be taught! So be it!' Another flash of light, and the causeway held only the sheath of Firessa's sword and Kar's torn cloak as evidence of the struggle."

Kar: Well, just to keep it going decently, I'll throw in a tidbit, and let someone else go at it from there.
"Some time had passed since the confrontation with the shadowy figure on the causeway. Kar opened her eyes to a terrifying sight: she and Firessa were imprisoned within a dungeon, but not just any dungeon. This was the dungeon of Tir himself: they had been kidnapped!"

Well that oughtta throw the tournament for a loop....

Here we go


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Varall (its spelled Varall, not Varell just for the future) sped around the corner and nearly knocked Kol down. He stopped, sides heaving with exertion, and recovered himself. When he looked up, Kol was standing there with a dissapproving look on his face.

"Why are you running about like that? If you're not careful, you'll use up all of your energy before the next match. When you are a warrior, it is best to conserve energy unless - "

Varall cut Kol off, "Thats all well *huff* and good, *huff* but i was looking for Kar because i wasnt sure *huff* about the rules reguarding the conditions of a win *huff* in this damn tournament, and I *huff* can't find her anywhere."

Kol, who had been looking slightly disapproving and patronizing, suddenly widened his eyes in surprise.

"Did you check the stands? Wait, no she went to the pub, i think it was the Golden Jug, did you check there?"

"I went first to the stands and then to the Pub. I'll admit that i made a brief stop over for a beer, just to refresh myself after my fight, but no she wasn't in either place. Nor was she in the ready room, lavatory, nor the foodstands. I know i haven't known her for long, but she struck me as a decently responible reliable person, so i dont think she would have gone off.... at least not by her own accord"

Kol took off, flying by a surprised Varall. He yelled back to Varall, "Come!"

Varall sped off in Kol's wake.

They ran up to the Pub, the last place that Kol said he could remember Kar saying she was going to. Varall looked about, trying hard to see anything that struck him as suspicious or out of place. He stood at the entrance as Kol went up to the second floor to get a better look at the place.

the tables were shining with the glow of well polished, but well worn wood, though Varall could see a thin film of grunge that showed the vast amount of traffic the tables had had. The floors were a dark wood, not as dark as mahagony, but a little lighter, a little more red. It was probably cedar, for he could catch that strangely fresh scent in the air, mixed in with the smell of fermenting beer, good food, and that metallic scent of the bodies of the patrons. The bartender was Pandaran, large and fat even for that race, but with a friendly look about his small crinkled eyes. Kol was still searching frantically while Varall decided it was a fine time for another drink. He walked up to the bar and sat on the stool in front of the bartender. It was still warm from the person that had sat there before him, and it had a solid feel that only age can bring. Varall lifted his hand, calling over the Bartender. The Fat Pandaren sauntered over to him, placing the glass that he had just finished wiping out in front of Varall.

"You want drink?" Varall found the pandaren's accent amusing, and he briefly wondered where the pandaren nation was "We have best drink in town!"

"Just an Ale please, I am only gonna be here while my friend upstairs is looking around"

"Fresh cooled Ale coming up!" The Fat Bartender turned back to his bar, glass in hand, and walked over to a large oaken barrel. He turned the small nozzle and Varall saw that dark liquid fall into the glass. The pandaren turned back and set it down in front of Varall.

"Enjoy"

Varall sat there at his table, gazing out through the window that led out into the street. He saw the vendors go by with their two wheeled carts, jangling with the trinkets that the peddlers sold. He saw people walk by, unconcerned with the world, or excited about the Tournament 'probably talking about that blow i landed on that greenskin... god that was stupid of me, i could have been disqualified' he looked across the way and saw a recess, probably just the entrance to an alley, but something caught his eye. There was a glint when Varall moved his head, something metal was laying there at the entrance to that darkness... Varall slammed down his drink and sprang to his feet, knocking down that well worn stool. The Barkeep gave him a strange look ('What you no like my Fresh Cooled Ale?')

"Kol! Come here, I think I may have found something!"

Kol jumped from the balcony, landing deftly before Varall. "What is it? You found something?"

Varall grabbed Kol's sleeve and dragged him out of the bar, to the dark recess that he had seen while seated, drinking his ale. He bent down, and brushed away the layer of dust that had covered what turned out to be a sheath.

"Nevermind" Varall said dejectedly, "I thought this might have been Kar's, but she doesn't wield a weapon that would be sheathed in this."

Kol looked excited, but the concern was also growing on his face, "No this is not Kar's, but this cloth in the corner is, and this sheath is that of another freind's, Firessa. This confirms the worst, there must have been an attack," Kol's voice lowered so that Varall could barely hear him, "i can see the boot scuffs of Firessa's boots in the ground, but then... a rush of wind? no, its too circular, wind leaves long sweeps.... not these ripples. Magic? It must be!"

"Magic? who would abduct them? Is it this Tor - "

"Tir"

"Fine then," Varall replied gruffly, "Tir capable of this?"

*/

leaving it a little openended, because i want Kol to be able to come in and put in some. Ah Varall, he can't resist the allure of that "Fresh Cooled Ale" though he has an insane tolerance for the stuff :) .

I'd like to apply. Don't know how good I am at writing, however.

Can I post a character even though admission is up?

NAME OF CHARACTER: Thenaius Featherweave

AGE: 125

RACE: High Elf

APPEARANCE: An elf of fair skin and average height stands before you. His hair is silver and swept back, and his eyes are an icey blue. He wears thick white robes with black and silver trimming, emblazoned with peculiar designs. His leans slightly on a marble staff topped with an odd loop. His health is fine - he leans more out of apparent boredom than weakness. A thick, gold-and-green spellbook hangs from a shoulderstrap, and a gray-silver cape drags along from a gold-inlaid mantle about his shoulders. His eyes stare past you, as if he is lost in some distant, melancholy memory.

ITEMS: A staff through which he is able to channel his magic and empower it further. His spellbook, bound with several enchantments to protect it from harm. His robes, magically reinforced to provide the same protection as a breastplate (and also enchanted to clean itself with a gesture). There may be several scrolls tucked away within those folds as well.

PROFESSION AND SPECIALTY: Thenaius is currently a freelance nobody, and occasionally is seen drowning his sorrows at the local pub. When sober, he is a master wizard, specializing in evocative magics.

BIOGRAPHY: Before the Reign of Chaos, Thenaius was an important leader of the Order of Tirisfal, the secret organization that constantly struggled to prevent the Legion from gaining a foothold on Azeroth. When the scourge arrived, his contacts disappeared, and he found himself alone as the Plague ravaged Lordaeron. Chagrined, he left with Jaina to Kalimdor, but was unprepared for the throes of addiction when he ventured too far from the Sun Well. Although he served the Sorceress well combat the Legion and Scourge at the World Tree, Thenaius' despondancy only blackened when news came that his homeland had fallen to the Scourge.

Now, he dwells in the city of Raignatan, trying to make himself useful during the day, and roaming the city in drunken fits of spellslinging at night. The people of the city put up with him only because his services are so cheap, and, no matter how intoxicated, his fits of rage have not once brought harm to an individual.

I'll delete this post if you say no.

(PLEASE??)

Pherexio: Well, you at least have an impressive vocabulary (and use it quite well I might add Polaris), though admission is not my decision. Anyways, I'd best post my update.
"'Varall, can you do me a favor?' The question seemed oddly casual, even to Köl when he said it.
'Sure. What is it?'
'Tell them I'm out of the tournament, so are Kar and Firessa. If they ask why, tell them some, but not enough to get them worried. I've got it in hand... Oh... here, take this.' Köl produced a small gem from one of his many pockets. It seemed to shift colors, but stayed within the green spectrum mostly.
'What is this?' Verall asked as he took the odd stone.
'It's my own creation.. a psycho-transmitter.. a sort of messenger bird, but it's instant, and you think your message in stead of write it.' Köl found it difficult to explain.
'I see.' Varall said te only thing he could come up with for the situation.
It suddenly flashed blue three times. Köl picked another stone from another pocket and placed it to his temple, holding it with two fingers. He signaled for Varall to do the same.
The silent, and yet noisy conversation began.
'They are full of fire aren't they....' Köl recognized the voice at once: Korell Helisius, Tir's semi-second in command.
'Let them go you swine!' Köl mentally spat the command.
'Oh no... think I'll hang on to them for a while.' The sound of evil laughter filled Köl's head.
'You I will kill first, Helisius.'
'We will see who kills who.' Köl gave no reply, and Varall had remained silent the entire time. 'Very well elf. You have four days to resque them. After that... we may find a use for them.' Again, Köl heard Helisius' evil laughing, causing the rage he had to build up even more. 'I'll be waiting...' The sound faded out, and each stone reverted to its shifting greenish color as the two removed the gems from their heads.
There was a prolonged silence.
'I'm going with you.' Varall suddenly spoke up.
'What?'
'I'm going with you.' He repeated.
'But... what about the tournament... I thought--'
'This is far more important... and besides, who needs a tournament to fight in when you have an entire army to deal with?' Varall said the last part more lightly than the rest.
'Thank you; your help is welcome.'
'Think nothing of it. Besides, I've got nothing to do here, or anywhere else.' Köl nodded, happy he would have help, especially from as noble a person as Varall."

Ok, well this is developing quite a bit here in this town of Ragnatan.

I approve Pherexio, Polaris. I see you have a good vocabulary and some skill in writing too. I'll let you post one or two pieces to this RP to introduce your character, okay? Then my real decision will come...
My character has nothing to do except pacing in the cell and talking to Kar:D! Will post when I think I have something to do.

Okay, hmmm . . .

Thenaius stumbled out the back entrance of the pub, furious with the little pack of urchins. Gazing around blearily, he saw only a pair of strangers speaking in strained voices. Those little street rats must have left the alley already , Thenaius thought, and blundered his way out into the street.
Sure enough, there they were, dashing every which way and playing catch with a very valuable green-and-gold book. Upon seeing him, the children only laughed harder and took off in the other direction. Cursing, Thenaius muttered a quick incantation.
A bolt of energy struck the ground behind the child bearing his spellbook, but the little nuisance only laughed at Thenaius' drink-induced aim. Now thoroughly irritated, he cast another spell. A hazy green mist wrapped itself around the little runt, and began to rise, until the child's feet dangled four feet over the ground. Instead of conceding defeat and returning the valuable tome, however, the brat simply squealed in delight and tossed it down to one of his friends, who waved it over his head, taunting the mage.
Muttering a few things that were definitely not incantations, Thenaius thought it over. Then, with a wave of his hand, he cast a final spell.
Fire engulfed the children.
Suddenly, Thenaius found himself on his back, with the elf from the alley crouched over him. Thenaius felt the cold steel of a knife pressed against his throat, and a cold chill washed over him.
Just then, the illusion ended, and once the little pack of kids could control their laughter, one of them came over to stand by Thenaius head and set down his spellbook. "We're sorry, mister Frostweave," he said mockingly, before running off to rejoin his friends.
"That's Featherweave," Thenaius mumbled softly, then looked up at the other elf, who had an astonished look on his face. What was he doing here? Thenaius supposed he must be a customer. "Oh, yes, I believe you said you needed to find someone. Perhaps my magic can be . . . of assistance . . ." too tired to say anymore, he fell into an intoxicated sleep.

Quite good! Now, let's see what your mage can do in battle. I suppose the two elves are there for this matter. A little trip outside of town, to get a good sum of money, and some experience with the rapid elves, is it!? Yeah, let's see!

I'm sorry, but who are the rapid elves? You mean like Kol, who just nearly killed me?

Oh, was it Kol? :D Well, you said, suddenly, the elves jumped on your char. So I thought the elves were quick. Besides, Kol was with a semi-orc at that time.

I never said who the other guy was. If I did, sorry for the confusion.

Pherexio: Well, you're very good at this. As for Firessa and Kar however, we couldn't think of anything else for them to do [Edited by Karazai] so I'ma post my update now.

"The elf fell asleep under his blade.
'Pathetic drunkard... your magic couldn't find sand on a beach in your state.' Köl stepped off of the intoxicated mage. 'You're lucky that really was an illusion; otherwise you'd be in at least ninety pieces by now.... and probably locked on another plane...' Köl dashed over to Varall. 'Varall, I'll have to ask another favor before we leave.'
'Alright...'
'Thanks... take that mage to the jug and set him at a table.... 'Köl was scribbling a note while he was speaking, 'and put this on the table in front of him. When you've finished this, I'll be at the north end of town. Meet me there by nightfall at the latest; we must move as soon as possible.'
'Very well.'
'Thank you.' Köl sprinted for the north end of town, leaving Varall, and quite a few astonished Ragnatans, behind him."

No one posting... Okay I'll post a small converstation between the prisoners.

Firessa tried a hopeless kick on the rusting metal door... "Ouch! Dammit! I want to get out of here!"
"Hey, night elf! Stop kicking! Even if you get out of here, we'll put you in another cell!" one of the guards said.
"Firessa, stop... you're giving me a headache..." Kar said, sitting quietly in a corner.
"You know well enough that I am not one to forfeit easily... Oh, we're going to miss the tournament..." Firessa said angrily, preparing for another kick.
"I'm sure Kol is already on his way here... and he probably asked Varall to remove us from the tournament," Kar said.
"Ouch!" Firessa yelled, kicking one more time, "He better come quickly! I'm bored in here..."
"Oh, stop complaining Firessa!" Kar said, exasperated.
"You know well what kind I am... Ouch! Okay, I'll sit down if you tell me why Tir is following Kol and you. He's being buggy!" Firessa said, sitting down.
Kar hesitated then thought a moment. It seemed a long moment to Firessa. Finally she started...

Time to tell me your story guys! I am eager to know... You may say a piece at least...