Kelewen

Promise of Riches - Tranditional Fantasy Adventure

You didn't all forget about this already, did ya?

Into a trap - 1x1 Int Check

No takers? I promise I don't bite!

Missing Messenger (Open Medieval Fantasy RP)

Waking up was not a pleasant sensation. Jacob barely had a chance to open his eyes and register the fact that he was in some sort of dimly lit tent before he was being hauled roughly to his feet. Orcs. Foul, disgusting creatures, thought Jacob. He remembered that 2 of them, mounted on their wargs, had caught up with his horse. He had fought hard, managing to injure both of them before being knocked from his mount by a strong blow.

"Where is it?" the low voice was barely more than a growl. Jacob didn't answer. The orc's clawed fist slammed into his stomach and Jacob would have dropped to his knees if he hadn't been firmly held in place by two more of the creatures. "Tell me" the orc demanded.

They must have read the letter, Jacob realized, wondering which of them had enough brain power to learn to read. Again he said nothing. Heck, he didn't even know exactly what he had been carrying. The small package and sealed parchment had been handed to him by his lord and he had been told to make haste to the town of Glengate to find the wizard Myadl.

When Jacob again failed to answer the question, the orc grabbed a burning stick from the fire pit nearby and held it close to the human's face. The fire burned and he could only bite back a scream for a few moments. "In the saddle bags!" he finally cried.

The orc grinned, holding the fire close for another few moments before tossing the stick back into the fire pit. "We find the horse," he said to the other orcs gathered around.

It begins with a map....

Dotta followed them into the little kitchen, listening carefully to Roan's proposal. The widow looked a tad uncertain, but also thoughtful, not ruling out the idea immediately. Glenn sat down on the chair next to Roan, the spindly legs creaking ominously under his weight. Dotta turned her gaze to him as she ladled scoops of pottage into three wooden bowls. "And you wish to go?" she asked him, setting a bowl on the table in front of each of them, then poured each a cup of ale due to the water sometimes causing illness.

Glenn was her deceased husband's second cousin and Dotta had taken him in last year to help her with the farm chores. While he was certainly old enough to make his own choices in life, Dotta still felt a certain amount of responsibility for him. He was polite and hardworking, but she knew he would make an easy mark for someone with a will to manipulate him.

Glenn nodded enthusiastically, "I could bring us back enough coin to... well..." the big man actually looked to be blushing. "Maybe Scarlett will..." he faltered and Dotta smile, knowing he was sweet on the girl that lived in the neighboring farmstead.

"I think I could spare you for a few weeks then." She turned back to Roan. "You kin of Calhoun?"

Missing Messenger (Open Medieval Fantasy RP)

thewizardguy said
No character sheet? interesting. My first time playing without one, seems like fun.

Sometimes, I think, it's more fun to figure your character out during the story. :)

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The trail led Alieo (as well as the couple following the elf's trail) almost a mile north through the woods, until the forest opened up suddenly and the terrain dipped sharply down into a valley. Below were dozens of tents with perhaps hundreds of orcs and half as many wargs milling about. The trail that Alieo had been following showed that something had been dragged down the hill directly to the encampment.

Missing Messenger (Open Medieval Fantasy RP)

Yes to both :)

Missing Messenger (Open Medieval Fantasy RP)

The horse's trail was easy to follow through the fresh snow, dotted occasionally with a drop of blood from the animal's wound. It led Alieo into the forest and then another mile along the road until it came to a rather gruesome scene.



A splattering of blood stained the fresh snow. The surrounding area was covered by hoofprints and large paw prints, confirming Alieo's suspicions about wargs. There were also at least two pairs of boot tracks. From the spot, it appeared something had been dragged away from the road, heading roughly north...

Missing Messenger (Open Medieval Fantasy RP)

Night descended upon the winter landscape, only a thin sliver of the waning moon giving light to the forest road.

But it was enough. A lone rider galloped into view, pushing his steed hard. The horse's hooves pounded on the frozen ground, kicking up clumps of snow and dirt. Steam came from its nostrils and despite the frigid temperature, sweat formed on the beast's chest and flanks. And yet, the rider pushed the tired animal even harder.

A long howl from a warg came from somewhere behind him and the rider felt a fear rise in his chest. "Grant this horse wings," he prayed, but even as he said it, he knew the horse could not keep up this pace for long.

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Early the next morning in a small nearby town...

A riderless horse meanders down the main street in town. His richly adorned saddle is slightly askew, reins broken and dragging on the ground. Four parallel cuts run across his flank, as if scraped by heavy claws.

Missing Messenger (Open Medieval Fantasy RP)

No character sheet is required for this RP. Please feel free to just jump in where ever you see fit and introduce your character through the story. We'll see where it takes us! :)

Any of the 'standard' fantasy races are allowed, but please, no dragons, demons, werewolves, or the like. Magic is permissible, but please don't make it so powerful it makes the game un-fun for others. Other than that, let's make a cool story and have fun!