Mobius

[Ever 2648]

Forum Roleplay! Yay! Please take the time to read the contents of each spoiler.

You may wish to read this thread over, too.

Setting the mood:

20 YEARS AGO, A ROADSIDE INN

"Now ye wann a story, huh? I got 'un, 'un me grandpappy use ta tell me."

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"Oh yes, it's verr' much true, uh huh, uh huh. Me grandpappy might've been a drunk, but he weren't no liar!"

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"Bah! Just shut yer yap fer five minutes 'n lemme tell this damn story?"

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"Good! Now...'ow did it start again?"

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"Ain't my fault! This story is prolly ol'er than you are, missy. I only tell it ta a few who I tink might be benefitin' from it, like ya. Can't even 'member the last time I tol' it over an ale."

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"Shush! I juss' 'membered it."

"Anyways, there's these peoples, far up north, aye? Err, mebbe it was south. I dunna know. Well there's were these peoples out there somewhere. Tha peoples had two diff'rint gods, a god of light 'n 'un o' dark. 'N it weren't juss like that the gods were up there, unseen 'n doin' whatever gods like to do, oh no. They was lit'rully walkin' round wit their followers 'n stuffs."

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"I'm tha 'un tellin' the story, missy!"

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"Anyhoo, the places dese peoples live in. It weren't normal, no, no. The land wus spit, ye. A portion o' it lived eternally in dis sort o' black, foggy-ness. Tha other people, tha light 'uns, lived 'n sorta a perpetuul shining-mornin' light. Neither side could realleh thrive 'n tha others land."

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"Ye. Grandpappy telled me that tha light peoples' skin would rot if'n they spennt too much time o'er in those shadowy lands, 'n the shadow peoples' skin would boil 'n even'tully catch fire if'n they stayed too long."

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"Mhm, o' ya, real gruesome stuffs. Anyhoo, like most o' dem stories go, the dark 'uns, the 'evil' 'uns, wanted to expand der shadows to tha edge o' the lands, right out to the sea. The light 'uns ob'vusly din't wann that ta 'appen so they had this big war thingy goin' on."

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"No, that onleh 'appens 'n tha happy-endin' stories. No, 'ere, the dark 'uns pushed these light beings right out to tha sea. The dark 'un's god weren't happy with just that, no, no. He wanted 'em all ta die, ta finally end their warrin' 'n so he could rule their lands wittout any opposition. So while these light guys were shippin' out, their god did sum magic stuffs 'n ended up cursing the dark god. He sealed him or somethin' 'nside o' their queen's womb."

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"I dun't know if'n it went exactly as I'm tellin' it, but it happened! Me grandpappy weren't a liar!"

"Anyways, the light peoples shipped off, weren't seen from again. I tink. I 'unno wut 'appened to 'em really, it ain't that 'portant. What IS 'portant is wut 'appened to the dark 'uns. So they're lost at sea, right? They ain't got no navigatin' abilities, their ships are sinkin' 'cus they din't know how ta build 'em, 'n they totally lost the light 'un's trail. Eventually they find land and unload."

"O' course, this new land ain't shrouded in shadows, no, it's normal, like 'ere. Light 'n dark. It's not as bright as the light back 'ome so it dun kill 'em, but it makes 'em sick and it's hard for 'em to function 'n stuffs."

"They start buildin' 'n stuffs, a grand temple to their god that he might be born again, 'n a city to boot. Problem is, they dun have any foods. Their plants dun grow, they're bad hunters, 'n the light is really messin' wit their ability to function."

"So while they came over wit a lot of people, it soon became just a handful. The temple was finished, 'n it was grand, but there weren't no city. No babies bein' born. No foods. Slowly they all starved. I tink, at least."

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"Mhm, you is a bright one, ain't ya? That IS why I told ya this story. There's a temple out there, filled to tha brimmin' wit gold, diamonds, rubies, sapphires! Armor 'n swords, erryting a treasure hunter could want!"

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"Their god? I dunno wut 'appened to 'im. Mebbe he was born. Mebbe he never existed. I do know ther's a temple out there...somewhere."

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"O, you're gunna be the 'un ta find ruins I've been lookin' for fer a hunnred years? Ya, I dun believe it. Yer a bright 'un, Karvia, but yer dumb."

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"Best luck t'ya missy, but yer crazy. You'll never find it... But if'n ya do, save a 'speshly big diamond for me, ya? I DID tell ya tha story affer all."

Recap for those just now joining:

- Stories passed down by treasure hunters tell of a temple lost to time and myth. Temple is said to be filled with riches.

- A Dwarven miner happens upon the temple and sends a letter home depicting the whereabouts.

- A few copies of the letter get made at Hapsi's Haven. A courier takes one copy, the rest are left sitting out in the open on the bar counter.

- Arbrek Ironfist receives one of the letters and invites his clan to come along.

- A group inadvertently forms from the strangers gathered at the inn. They set their sights for the temple.

If you wish to join, you can intercept their group, 'find' a letter that might have gotten dropped on the ground, read the message posted on the Mount Ire(?) message board, or roleplay as if you were with the group all along but never gave your name/introduced yourself.

Rules:

1. What happens DURING the forum roleplay should have an 'in-game' effect on your character.

2. Coinciding with rule 1, the same 'in-game' rules apply here. No powergaming, no metagaming.

3. Jump into the roleplay in a logical manner.

4. Anything you find during the roleplay will be given to you in-game.

5. I cannot kill your character nor fatally harm them, but I will say now that the experience may be: a.) traumatizing, b.) physically exerting, c.) painful, or d.) all of the above.

6. This will be run in a sort of D-n-D campaign style. "You see a "xxx". It is "xxx", "xxx"." I will be providing screenshots of the objects to help out.

7. If you wish to kill off your characters during the roleplay, go ahead. Combat is based on your fighting prowess, so try to keep your character's abilities in mind.

8. Keep the villain rules in mind too.

9. Don't travel to in-game location, please.

10. If I have to build something, you must give me time to do it.

11. If you have suggestions, tell me! I'm somewhat making this up as I go along and need help.

Regarding 'character creation'

Say you want to roleplay a character that will only exist in a forum roleplay scenario. This character will never exist in-game but they might interact with characters that do.

My question is, do you need a villain application to preform villainous deeds? Or would it be cool as long as they don't go prancing about, slicing and dicing?

That's acceptable. No villain app would be required for pure forum RP, when it comes to actual in game business then you would need one.

Last words:

This has been ran by both Liri and Alan. I gots the 'okay' to do this.

I think nearly any character could find this interesting. There'll be 'loot', stories to tell in-game, etc. Thieves and treasure hunters might find this especially exciting.

Without further ado, let's start this off:

Karvia sits at the edge of her bed and opens up the journal. She turns to an empty page and removes it with a quick tear. Dipping the quill into the inkwell on the chest to her left, she heads the letter and begins work on the body.

"To Lord Arbrek Starbreaker,

Father...it has been so long. You have probably thought me dead, but I live yet. I have finally found it! It is just as I had imagined! Soon the riches inside shall be for our family. I am sending this letter first to a close friend of mine, as the messenger bird I am using has been trained to find her property and her's alone. You should, I hope, receive this letter within a month's time. I will also enclose a map with the relative location of the temple.

A 'corpse' guards the entrance. Very little is left of the poor soul, just a suit of shabby armor, some bones, and tome found inside the chest plate. It's written in a common tongue so I do not think it will be hard uncovering any secrets that may be hidden with the volume.

- With love, your daughter Karvia Starbreaker.

PS: Hapsi, please make a few copies of this message and send each off with a courier. I want these to reach my father as soon as possible."

MAP:

The map is terrible. It serves no purpose, since none of this shall happen in-game. Please don't travel to the location, it will mess me up. Kinda.

http://i.imgur.com/PxTsP.png

Karvia bundles the letter and map together and wraps a ribbon around the two. Gingerly, she grabs the fat pigeon from its cage, ties the message to its, and lets it fly free into the sky.

FOUR WEEKS LATER, HAPSI'S HAVEN

Hapsi rushes inside, letter and map in one pudgy hand, cooing pigeon in the other.

"Thyst! Looky wut we got! We gots mail! From Karvia!"

The inn is silent. Perhaps Thyst is out and about. Shrugging, Hapsi shoves the bird into an empty cage and unwinds the letter. She disregards nearly everything in it except for portion wrote for her.

"Bah! Always askin' me to do things I can't do! But I do miss that girl... I'll see wut I can do..."

Hapsi retires to her room and begins work on copying. It's incredibly difficult for the bar maiden but she somehow manages.

She pokes her head back into the kitchen area. No guests, no Thyst, no sun. Time for bed.

She sets the original letter along with the copies on the bar counter for Thyst to find.

Though, that doesn't mean someone with sticky fingers couldn't happen upon them first...

((My intro is incredibly sloppy. I'll be in the shadows for now, up till you guys get to the 'temple'. THEN the real fun begins))

[everblue2er101 906]

It was nearly midday when Kernith left his house. On many days, he would be at the Library at this time. But today, he had decided to stay home and work on some... unofficial scribing. He had worked in his basement study for several hours, until the cold walls and dimming torches convinced him to take a break. Setting the quill on the desk, the young man rose from his chair and sealed the inkwell. A pang from his stomach made him think getting some sort of a meal would be a good idea. He had headed upstairs and gone into the kitchen. Searching about, the young man found day old bread that he had along with melon juice. It wasn't the greatest meal, but it would suffice. As he chewed the crust of the bread, he wondered exactly what he was keeping in his cold storage. Perhaps something more appetizing. Checking, he was delighted to find a large quantity of raw meats that he had forgotten about. Thick slabs of beef, porkchops in greasy brown paper, chicken still attached to the bone. Seeing all the meat made him wish that he was a better cook, so he could make it into something appetizing rather than the charred, black mess that usually resulted when he tried to cook anything.

The idea came to him suddenly. Yes, why not? He had made the trip before, as a boy, and it had always worked out. He knew of an Inn, near the Cloud Temple, whose owner was always happy to cook up meats for minas. He didn't have anything far more pressing to do... His mind made up, the scribe gathered all that he could. Wrapping them in brown paper and tying the packages with string, he set them all in a traveling satchel. Drawing his walking stick, Kernith stepped outside, locking the door behind him.

It was a bit of a walk to get to Arethor, but it was familiar to him. Nothing exciting happened on the way there. The young man reached the stables shortly. After a brief discussion with one of the stable boys he was lead to a horse. 'It will take ya straight ta Solace!' the boy assured him. Kernith knew this was a lie, as the horse would actually stop a fair distance from the city, but it was close enough. Paying him a few minas, Kernith stepped onto the beast and took hold of the reins.

The horse shortened the distance greatly. Racing along the path, Kernith passed many folks who looked at him with envy. The horse raced along, kicking up gravel and sending up clouds of dust. When the arrived at the intersection near Solace Kernith dismounted, patting the animals muzzle. Gathering his things and again drawing forth his walking stick, he set off for the Cloud Temple.

It too was not a long walk, and Kernith soon arrived. The Temple was as busy as it usually was. On some days the scribe would take part in the madness by buying or selling goods, or striking a conversation, or just watching the scenes unfold. Today, though, he simply entered through the Human road and left out the Dwarven one.

Finally, he could see the Inn. It had been several years since he had last visited, but he didn't think it looked too different. His satchel was growing heavy, and his thirst only increased. Perhaps a nice barmaid will be able to get me ale, he thought. He was still on the main road, about to turn off to wards the Inn, when it suddenly happened...

((OOC spoiler))

YESSSSSSSSS! I love forum RP! If someone wants to use my clearly breathtaking cliffhanger to get started, feel free.

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Galyn's eyes flick open, the slamming of a door downstairs waking him from a dreadful nap. Whilst rubbing his eyes to clear his vision, he yawns. With a large sniff, and a great exhale, he detects a few disappointing smells. The scent of mold was one of the most prominent ones, only being topped by the musty stink of dust. "Never... Stay... At this inn... Ever." he says quietly to himself.

After taking a few minutes to get ready for the day, Galyn opens the curtains to reveal a glum dawn. The cold morning air zooms into his face, and a few birds nesting outside of the window squeal and squawk. Realizing how frigid the air is, he slams the curtains back closed and shivers for a moment.

Walking downstairs, Galyn lays eyes on a tall and lean man. Recollecting his thoughts, Galyn realizes that he has seen this man once or twice before. "Kernal, Kearney? Something like that..." he thinks to himself. Another man, a courier, enters the room. The courier, walking quickly and with a can-do attitude, suddenly stumbles on a loose floorboard. A shower of letters fling over Galyn, making him flinch. Galyn bends down and begins picking up as many letters as possible. "Are you alright?" he says to the courier. "Y-Yeah..." says the courier as he dusts himself off.

Galyn, after picking up all the letters, hands them back to the unfortunate fellow. With a happy attitude, the courier replies, "Thank ye!" Minutes later, the courier walks back out of the door just as quickly as he came. Galyn looks across the counter to discover a "stray" letter... "To Lord Arbrek Starbreaker." it states on the cover.

Picking it up, not realizing that it was left there for a reason, he runs outside to look for the courier. He is nowhere to be seen, so Galyn meanders back inside slowly, glancing at the innate letter every few moments.

[Rale 18]

Morning

Natz wakes up. It was an nice day to go mine, its raining outside. Natz walks along the streets of Skravia with his Pickaxe over his shoulder. An masked person ask him with an light voice "Where can I find Natz Dragneel~." "Umm, well, why are you searching for him?" Natz answered "Non of your business." She/he said "Do you know him?" "Well, I think I know him very well, I could say where he is right now, but tell me what you want from him." Natz answered. "I need to talk to him, because, I was his first love, and I want to see him again." She said angry. Natz Laughs "Well hes standing infront of you, Hello im Natz Dragneel." he says while rubbing his back head. The girl takes of her Mask. "Dera!" Natz shouted. "Well, you look great Natz, could we talk now?" Dera says.

Noon

Natz slowly walks out of his House only with shorts on. "Good morning Skravia!" He shouted loud.

He picks up an letter which was laying on the ground. "What is that?" He thinks and starts reading.

"To Lord Arbrek Starbreaker" He says to himself. He walks inside as soon he finished reading the letter and starts reading in a book to find out who Lord Arbrek Starbreaker is. He forgot to talk to Hileia and ran outside to her. "Hileia we need to talk..."

Evening

Natz broke up with Hileia. He kissed Dera at the same day.

"Natz why are you doing this to me!?" Hileia shouted at him. "Well, love is nothing I can control, I am sorry." Natz says. Someone in a black robe punched Natz in the face while he talked to Hileia "Aww **** you!" He turns around trieng to punch the man, but he missed because the man wasnt there anylonger "W-what the?" he says angry, his nose was bleeding. He walked to his house. Dera was sitting in her room and sees Natz angry walking into his house. She ran over to his house, knocking at the door. "What!" Natz shouted while he was cleaning his face from blood. "Natz, its me, Dera! Let me inside!". Natz stands up walking over to the door "Im not in the mood right now." Dera walks to him, as soon she stands infront of him she kissed him, Natz didnt react happy or angry on the kiss. "How I said Im not in the mood..." He said sounding like an person without feelings. He walked into his bedroom to go to sleep, as soon he falled assleep Dera crawled into the bed and fell assleep aswell.

OOC

Perfect! I think an Forum RP will be sort of usefull.

123killerfreak/Me/natz=Banned right now :D

But how does that work with the Items, does it mean if i get 4 Diamonds in the Forum RP ill get 4 Diamonds in Minecraft?

[Watyll 1104]

It was nearly midday when Kernith left his house. On many days, he would be at the Library at this time. But today, he had decided to stay home and work on some... unofficial scribing. He had worked in his basement study for several hours, until the cold walls and dimming torches convinced him to take a break. Setting the quill on the desk, the young man rose from his chair and sealed the inkwell. A pang from his stomach made him think getting some sort of a meal would be a good idea. He had headed upstairs and gone into the kitchen. Searching about, the young man found day old bread that he had along with melon juice. It wasn't the greatest meal, but it would suffice. As he chewed the crust of the bread, he wondered exactly what he was keeping in his cold storage. Perhaps something more appetizing. Checking, he was delighted to find a large quantity of raw meats that he had forgotten about. Thick slabs of beef, porkchops in greasy brown paper, chicken still attached to the bone. Seeing all the meat made him wish that he was a better cook, so he could make it into something appetizing rather than the charred, black mess that usually resulted when he tried to cook anything.

The idea came to him suddenly. Yes, why not? He had made the trip before, as a boy, and it had always worked out. He knew of an Inn, near the Cloud Temple, whose owner was always happy to cook up meats for minas. He didn't have anything far more pressing to do... His mind made up, the scribe gathered all that he could. Wrapping them in brown paper and tying the packages with string, he set them all in a traveling satchel. Drawing his walking stick, Kernith stepped outside, locking the door behind him.

It was a bit of a walk to get to Arethor, but it was familiar to him. Nothing exciting happened on the way there. The young man reached the stables shortly. After a brief discussion with one of the stable boys he was lead to a horse. 'It will take ya straight ta Solace!' the boy assured him. Kernith knew this was a lie, as the horse would actually stop a fair distance from the city, but it was close enough. Paying him a few minas, Kernith stepped onto the beast and took hold of the reins.

The horse shortened the distance greatly. Racing along the path, Kernith passed many folks who looked at him with envy. The horse raced along, kicking up gravel and sending up clouds of dust. When the arrived at the intersection near Solace Kernith dismounted, patting the animals muzzle. Gathering his things and again drawing forth his walking stick, he set off for the Cloud Temple.

It too was not a long walk, and Kernith soon arrived. The Temple was as busy as it usually was. On some days the scribe would take part in the madness by buying or selling goods, or striking a conversation, or just watching the scenes unfold. Today, though, he simply entered through the Human road and left out the Dwarven one.

Finally, he could see the Inn. It had been several years since he had last visited, but he didn't think it looked too different. His satchel was growing heavy, and his thirst only increased. Perhaps a nice barmaid will be able to get me ale, he thought. He was still on the main road, about to turn off to wards the Inn, when it suddenly happened...

((OOC spoiler))

YESSSSSSSSS! I love forum RP! If someone wants to use my clearly breathtaking cliffhanger to get started, feel free.

Scag walked along the path by the cloud temple with his knapsack over his shoulders.

"damn feckin...crimson pirates" He grumbled. Scag had just got off the ship from skull port cove, and he was not happy. His ship had sank, he was tired, jobless, and broke. He saw the light of an inn nearby and made his way over too it. Then he saw a man walking towards the inn. Scag rubbed his chin.

"hmm, that looks like a man with minas."

Scag glanced down at his throwing knives, then shook his head.

"I'm bad enough off without a murder charge." stealthily as possible, he sneaks up behind the man. Making sure the man cannot hear him, Scag tackles him to the ground.

[Rale 18]

Morning

Natz wakes up slowly, feeling something soft pushed against his back, he looks down and sees two arms looped around him. He closes his eyes again feeling an warm breath in his neck. He smiles slightly and falls assleep again.

Noon

Natz wakes up again, Dera stands half naked in his room. He closes his eyes fastly "Dera Finish this please" he laughs. "Yea yea, wait ill be finished in some minutes." She continues taking on her clothes.

He stands up and walks out.

Afternoon/evening

Natz finished to store his stuff into an bag, then he walks out into the slightly down going sun.

"Naaatz!" Three people shouted. Natz turned around and saw Demivar, Tiberius and Galdor, Natz waved to them. "Hello guys, how are you all?" He said "We are fine, how about you?" they answered "Some new missions?" Natz asked, Demivar answered "Yes, near Rienna, in Sarun i think. Well someone needs you to protect and defend his farm from Creatures." Natz sighs "Well, not very interessting." Natz wandered away while unsheating his sword, swinging it a bit and sheats it again.

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

OOC - Hey, bud. Read ALL the previous posts before you post. Some of the things you have done didn't flow with what everblue2er101 and I both did.

[Rale 18]

OOC- Guess why Natz is walking out on an Mission? :D

[nppeck 601]

It would be an understatement to say that Ariana was annoyed. She was supposed to go meet her friend in Roseus only to find out that the entire city had been "closed for construction". Needless to say, she wasn't able to meet up with her friend. It was beyond inconvenient for something like that to happen. It was going to be a long journey back to Nojurn and she certainly wasn't looking forward to it. As she neared the inn close by to the closed city, she noticed what appeared to be two men fighting. "Hey! What's going on over there?" She shouted fingering her blade in the event she would have to use it.

[everblue2er101 906]

Kernith didn't know what hit him, but it was quick and from behind. One second he was walking, and the next he was on the ground. Although the young man was well trained in combat, being caught completely unawares was something he had never properly trained for. As he fell he flung his arms out in front of him, his palms landing on the sharp rocks of the road. Pinpricks of blood appeared on his hands where the small stones poked him. As his chest slammed into the ground, he breathed in deeply to prevent the wind getting knocked out.

Kernith was dazed and quite confused, but he tried to stay focused. With a bleeding hand, he reached behind his back and attempted to punch whatever was there. As he did so, he was suddenly aware of someone yelling from the road...

((OOC spoiler - please read.))

If you are going to post OOCly, please do so in a spoiler tag to avoid spamming OOC messages. Make sure to indicate it as such. Soda, he was perfectly fine in attacking Kernith since he's still outside and walking towards the Inn.

Anyone who's wondering about joining in, go right ahead. You just need to think of a scenario that would give reason for your character to be at the Inn, of which there are many. Forum RP always works better when more people are involved.

And please, as Soda said, do read all posts before posting again. Forum RP can get messy in a hurry if someone does something that contradicts what someone else posted.

[Space 2335]

Aeran walks along the path to the north of the inn. He carries a small bag, which reeks of blood and stomach contents His narrow face is obscured by a green cowl, which connects with a grey cloak via thick lines of string. The cloak wraps halfway around his shoulders, blocking some of the soft breeze from hitting him. He has a dull brown tunic, which sleeve stops between his elbows and shoulders. A strap runs diagonally across his chest, connected to one of two small bumps on his back. He has a dark brown trousers on, and sandals that wrap around his foot with a few black straps.

'What the...' He mutters, seeing the confrontation between the two, he steps off the path and hides behind a large oak. Running a shaking hand along the hilt of his blade, he watches the confrontation from a safe distance.

OOC: If you don't want me in this, just tell me.

Also, great time. Need a excuse for my character to be away for a year... A hunting trip is just the thing! Cheers.

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Galyn shouts as he walks outside with the letter in his hand. "What do you think you're doing, you fools?!" says Galyn as he sees the two men brawling."This is NOT a fighter's pit!"

Waving the letter about, he shouts, "Did any of you see where that courier went? He lost a letter!"

[Watyll 1104]

Kernith didn't know what hit him, but it was quick and from behind. One second he was walking, and the next he was on the ground. Although the young man was well trained in combat, being caught completely unawares was something he had never properly trained for. As he fell he flung his arms out in front of him, his palms landing on the sharp rocks of the road. Pinpricks of blood appeared on his hands where the small stones poked him. As his chest slammed into the ground, he breathed in deeply to prevent the wind getting knocked out.

Kernith was dazed and quite confused, but he tried to stay focused. With a bleeding hand, he reached behind his back and attempted to punch whatever was there. As he did so, he was suddenly aware of someone yelling from the road...

((OOC spoiler - please read.))

If you are going to post OOCly, please do so in a spoiler tag to avoid spamming OOC messages. Make sure to indicate it as such. Soda, he was perfectly fine in attacking Kernith since he's still outside and walking towards the Inn.

Anyone who's wondering about joining in, go right ahead. You just need to think of a scenario that would give reason for your character to be at the Inn, of which there are many. Forum RP always works better when more people are involved.

And please, as Soda said, do read all posts before posting again. Forum RP can get messy in a hurry if someone does something that contradicts what someone else posted.

Scag watches as the men gather around him and his potential victim.

"there's too many witnesses now..." he thinks to himself.

He stands up, dusts himself off, and smiles at the man he just tackled. Scag offers out his hand to the man to help him up.

"sorry there friend! I guess I should look where I'm going eh?"

He puts on a convincing front, lying with years of gambling experience, secretly he hopes his eyepatch and bandana won't make him look too suspicious.

"Damn witnesses" he mutters under his breath, low enough that no one can hear him.

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

"By Yemekar, that was depressing!"

*Arbrek growls as he stretches back in his chair and takes a long gulp from the finely crafted iron tankard to his right, before setting it down and placing his pipe in his mouth and giving it a few good puffs. It had been a long day. Going back to work, he signed his name in Dwarvish on the bottom and folded the document up, placing it in a heavy envelope, and sealing that with some wax with his personal crest. Sliding the Will into his robe pocket, he strode out of his Chambers and went back to work on the Citadel*

{-A Few Hours Later-}

"My Lord, a letter for you!"

*Looking up from his work, Arbrek growls at the messenger and snatches the letter from the Dwarf's hand before sending him on his way. Sitting down on the floor he scans the letter over, breaking into a large grin of pride for his daughter*

"Well by Gotrek's Beard she's a bright one! Goin' out to teh Farlands te earn glory fer her Clan! I always knew she 'ad it in her!"

*Quickly walking over to his Chambers, Arbrek rummages about until he finds what he needs. Donning his ancient, but beautifully pristine and masterfully crafted, Iron Armour Arbrek moves over to a small section of the wall. Pressing a tiny golden Rune smelted onto a brick, Arbrek steps back and watches as the panel slides down, and opens up to a small rune inscribed chest of obsidian. Setting the chest on the bed, Arbrek removes a small key from around his neck, humming a ancient Dwarven Death Dirge, and opens the chest, removing it's precious contents. Thus armed, he sets out for his daughter's camp, placing a small note on the Ironfist message board, and sending ut a few letters before he leaves, singing a simple tune*

[nppeck 601]

Ariana looks at the man suspiciously for a moment, then notices Galyn waving his letter at the window. "What are you doing complaining about a silly letter? Can't you see that this man over here is injured?" She walks up to the two as Scag helps the man up still fingering her blade at any sign of trouble. "And what the heck was that? Most people don't take that long to get up after falling or bumping into someone." She adresses to Scag.