thewizardguy

Like Chess (Multiverse/Crossover RP)

It seems that nobody feels like doing anything in Memory Lane, and the GM has been gone for more than a week. As such, I am forced to take the opinion that Golem has fallen ill of some thug and been stabbed to death in an alleyway. However, I myself find this roleplay quite amusing, and would like to keep it alive if at all possible. If there is any remaining interest in resurrecting this rp, I will effectively guide the plot along in the GM's absence to prevent this from dying, while attempting to avoid doing any damage to the Golem's idea of the campaign.

In the Land of Heartstone

SomeoneSomewere said
Favnir listened to him speak, his scaly head tilted to the side. He grunted then nodded at his statement, ruffling his wings. His wings would also be a weaker point for arrows. He said," what you say is true. The arrows would cause damage. And with the knowledge of a dragon, precautions will be made with the equipment and the mages will work to block my fire." Razor sharp claws dug into the earth, tearing it up, annoyed at the thought of the puny humans being able to kill him. Dragging himself out of the sour thoughts of the humans, he tilted his head further, a grin spreading over the dragons face, revealing the razor sharp teeth to their fullest. He spoke, thinking as he did. "I could fly high above the ground, out of sight until I'm needed. As for you, it would be necessary to hide your movements as well as the direction you came from. Throw them off the trail. I would assume you have that covered however " He then said," when will we depart?"

Lurias nodded. His men were quite capable of evading notice until the time to strike came. "We depart when night falls, at the changing of the guard, in three hours time. I recommend you get some sleep." Lurius knew he would, certainly. With a small informal nod, he turned and returned to his sleeping quarters to begin the arduous task of prising off the ornate armor.

When the World needs a Hero

It seems everyone has lost interest in this. If nobody wishes to continue, I shall soon officially close this thread.

In the Land of Heartstone

catmint said
Ryu pulled the hood over his head. It hung just over his eyes and shadowed half of his face. He had walked this well worn path for what seemed like hours. Fields of grain were on either side of him. Ryu had stopped more then once to sniff the grain, it's scent was interesting to him. After a while a town came into view, and Ryu spotted guards stationed at the gates.As he approached, attention was turned upon him. He was stopped by one of the guards. "Why do you come here?" The guard asked, towering over Ryu. Ryu responded smoothly, head tilted slightly downwards. "Visiting a friend." After a tense moment, the guard opened the gate. "Very well... Welcome to Laroche City."Ryu murmured a thanks and entered hurriedly. He brushed strands of hair off the side, eyes darting back and forth. He did not see any papers posted with his face. After walking a few blocks, seeing no signs, he started to relax. Ryu stopped by a tavern, unsure if to enter or not.(Whoops, meant to post something early, just now got access to internet.)

The town seems quiet enough, as most elven towns do. The guards are Alderians, supposedly sent to keep the Resistance in check, but they're new recruits. The Resistance hasn't been spotted anywhere near here, and the local dragon hadn't caused any trouble. After the first few years of hiring famous dragon slayers, the populace had realized the dragon had no intention of burning down their houses and stealing their daughters, and grew tired of the expensive mercenaries. You don't hear anything about lord Adel, but you know that his reach is wide. Even if this place is not yet hunting foxes and burning their corpses, it won't be long before they do. Although Elves might object, due to feeling a connection to nature, the human soldiers would feel no such compulsion.

In the Land of Heartstone

jorthon said
Raphion put his hand on his knife then said to the voice "I seek a group of people. I don't know where they are but I know their intent. I want to join them in their fight." Aki wasn't sure if he got his point through while being discreet enough in case it wasn't who he wanted.

((Aki? Well, nice of him to stop by for a visit, but I think he's rather lost if he's in a forest in Heartstone.))
The singsong voice laughed, and an odd spectacle greeted Raphion. A beautiful maided, impossibly so, gliding through the forest. The rusting wind seems to fall silent at her passing, her eyes the purest green, wearing a long, flowing robe. She less walks and more glides towards you, and you wouldn't be surprised if under the dress she was, in fact, floating. Her presence makes your skin tingle oddly, and you notice your instincts are telling you to both hug her and run like hell. The odd woman has a mesmerizing presence, as well as a confusing one. "What a brave young lad, to seek people in a forest that is not his own."

Super Heroes/Villians

At this point, there was a loud crash as a Death Priest broke through the roof, only to land near to the group. Unlike most of his comrades, this Death Priest was wearing a mask made of black metal, two large machine pistols forming from the same substance in the man's hands. Jaque raises his arms, one gun pointed at Ellysia and one gun pointed at Aki, both of them wirring and clicking, sounding almost eager. "I'm very sorry to interrupt, but I believe I cannot allow you to continue with this plan. Unless, of course, you let me help." Smiling, Jaque lowers the guns, the mask melting from his face. "Kami's power doesn't transcend dimensions. When I came here, the spider in my brain died. Since then she's found methods to counteract this effect, judging by the Death Priests below, but at least it's given me my freedom."

In the Land of Heartstone

I'm currently not going to reply to Laggia, sorry, but nothing interesting is going to happen to him just yet. He'll have to venture closer to the town. I'm curious as to where he will go, and whether he'll meet the group of orcs who want his axe.

In the Land of Heartstone

After what felt like an eternity wandering without aim through the trees, Raphion heard an odd voice from the woods. It was a beautiful voice to be sure, although it had no visible point of origin. It sounded faintly musical, a light woman's voice. "Tell me, dear knight. What brings you to the forest?" There's an odd wind rustling through the branches, and you feel strangely uncomfortable, despite there being no visible threat. However, something in the voice sounded.... odd. Not evil intent, or even a nervous edge, but rather a way of speaking that didn't sound entirely..... human. Or elven, for that matter.

In the Land of Heartstone

The tavern is loud as a group of elves in the corner sing an old elven folk song. Or at least they thought they were, what came out was more of a well-intentioned slurring hum, affected by more than a couple of drinks. However there's a rather unusual group in the tavern. A group of travel-weary orcs, each of them tough and battle-hardened. Short snippets of conversation caught by draconic ears reveal that they're here based on rumors that the wielder of Morgathar is in the area. These orcs would like to beat the owner to a pulp and claim the axe for themselves, the leader setting himself up as the perfect chieftain.
There were the usual rumors about the latest raid by the Resistance, and the latest law passed by the Alliance, and that some lord had done something absolutely scandalous that nobody who had anything important to do cared about. The presence of the orcs, instead of diminishing the rowdiness, instead causes great merriment as the leader buys a round of drinks for the room, and suddenly all problems with strangers are forgotten. Alcohol makes all men equal, one could say. However, you do hear of another interesting snippet, which is that a certain lord is paying money for a hunt on foxes for some odd reason.

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Lurius smiled, nodding, the tension in his stance decreasing. He had liked the dragon, and been the one who had originally suggested involving the dragon with the resistance. He had a certain fire in his heart, which was to be expected, Lurias thought to himself. "If they discover that we have a dragon on our side, they will send many men and mages. Even scales such as yours cannot protect your eyes and mouth from arrows. I would prefer it if we could keep your involvement secret, lest we all be killed." Lurius thought for a moment about how to proceed. While the dragon was powerful indeed, he was not at all stealthy, and would draw the attention of all wherever he went. However, the mission Lurius had in mind was too important to conceal the dragon's presence for much longer. "Tonight, we strike at the Alderian barracks within the nearby town. My men will surround the building. We're relying on you to torch it. Will you aid us in this?"

Super Heroes/Villians

Of course. It's not like I was going to make this easy for you.