Mobius

[nppeck 601]

Ariana nods. "I shall inform Dante and Straldon that you are going on this trip as well."

[EmeraldStag 165]

Midori, finished stringing her bow, looks up "I see no problem with her coming."

[Watyll 1104]

"What say you Galyn?"

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

"It's not my choice, is it?"

[Watyll 1104]

"Alright then, the girl comes."

[CowsGoMoo 267]

Domelvia squeals with pleasure, and looks around the group, "When will we be going? Where to? And..."

Domelvia frowns for a split second before laughing, "I-I actually haven't even found out what this is all about! Does anyone care to explain all this to me?"

Domelvia tugs at her dress nervously, "I-I mean, if it's not a problem or anything.. I just... sort of popped in here... I hope... that's fine..."

[Watyll 1104]

"Treasure lass! We head to the northwest."

[Skippy 2466]

Skippy lays on the ground of the Wilven Temple, looking up at the Spring Sky. Over head, a shadow looms over him, squinting, it is a bird coming down. Quickly he springs up, and sticks his arm out for the bird. On its leg, a paper be tied. Opening it, is a letter, from Arbrek Ironfist.

"Skippy! I have found my daughter, Karvia, deep in the wilderness. Er, well, I haven't found Karvia yet... Well, I have plotted the location of the temple, and need your assistance. Please, hurry here. I await.

- Lord Arbrek Ironfist"

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OOC:

Sorry for kinda forcing that action upon you, Arbrek. I needed an actual way to find out about the temple, since I'm already there. Just play along with you sending me a bird, please.

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Letting out a loud grunt, Skippy shakes the bird away, letting it fly off.

"Damnit.... Perhaps I should've kept te bird. Arbrek might've wanted it back..."

Shrugs, climbing the steps back up to the temple, asking a monk for the Map of Asuln, in the temple library. The monk nods, beckoning Skippy to follow. They both enter a dusty, old looking room. Books lie everywhere. The monk extends his hand to a table, grabing a parchment. He unwraps the coil around it, opening it.

"So, dwarf. Is this the map you seek? As you can see, it is a map, chartered by our best surveryor."

Without speaking, Skippy reaches out to the monk, a sign of wanting the map.

"So, you do want it."

...

"Of course I want it! Now, hand it here, please. I'll get it back te ya, promise."

The monk hands Skippy the parchmant. Smiling, Skippy runs off, without saying a word.

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At the crossroads, he opens the parchment, looking at it. Each road is surveyed as a color; dwarves, red. Orcs, yellow. Humans, blue. Elves, green. Sitting down, back against a sandstone pillar, Skippy takes the note from Arbrek out of his mining bag, a not so good place to keep papers, but oh well. Reading the instructions carefully, Skippy sketches the path he needs to go. Finally, after an hour or so, Skippy holds the map infront of himself.

"Hmm... Hopefully Arbrek wasn't drunk when he wrote this letter... Be a shame if they weren't the right direction."

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OOC:

I'm just gunna skip over going to Malinor, getting bread, blah blah blah. Don't feel like writing it, so I'm going to start when I'm currently leaving Malinor.

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Skippy tugs a sack of bread over his soldier, trudging the path into the wilderness. To his right, many giant trees, perhaps planted by the druids, sway in the wind. To his left, two sheep feed on wild grass.

"Hopefully this doesn't take too long. Don't want te spend a month o' me life traveling..."

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OOC:

Skipping over traveling. It'd take like 5 paragraphs to explain a boring walk.

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Wiping sweat off of his forhead, Skippy looks ahead of him. Seeing crops in the distance, he picks up the sack of bread, and begins walking towards what is Karvia's temple thing~.

[Watyll 1104]

Scag yells at the inn

"Amfionas! Kernith! We're leavin without ya of you don't get your heads out yer arses soon!"

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*Alleran meanders out of his room at the inn, groggy from his night devoid of sleep or rest. He experienced quite the odd and frightening dream and was unable to fall back to the sandman's grasp. He walks over to the counter and prepares to order a glass of wine, hoping it will wake him up. While on his way he bends over and picks up a copy of the letter.*

"Huh?" he mutters before looking up at the crowd in the tavern and instinctively realizing their intentions as many bear their own transcription of the letter. He stands, giving a bow to the small crowd that denotes him obviously as nobility before introducing himself and offering his aid. Because quite frankly, the riches excite his tastes. "Alleran Vallark, Kin to His Grace Duke Vallark, at your humble service. I offer my skills to you all on this journey. I am a proficient archer, hunter, trapper, beastmaster, and pathfinder. I can be much of use if you decide on bringing me along."

Alleran awaits a response and taps the recurve bow that is slung around his shoulders. The bow is inscribed with "Live in the Now", seeming to be a family or personal motto of sorts.

[everblue2er101 906]

((OOC info - Directed at Hamin, relevant to all.))

Like I said earlier, for the sake of allowing people to enter the RP freely there is no set group of who is here. We can't say 'There's six of us' or whatever because we don't really know. Likewise, you can't call out specific people and wait for them to respond. It takes far too long if you try that.

Another general thing to note is that forum RP can seem overwhelming. You might go offline for a few hours, come back and five pages have sprung up. It's okay. You can still catch up. If you want to get involved, please try and do so in a way that keeps with the established RP.

Kernith grows only more annoyed with the man who... horribly attacked and nearly murdered him. Dost he think he shalt be in charge? Verily? he thinks. Although the young scribe doesn't think of himself as a leader, the man is quite aggravating. As those around him begin to speak ever louder and quickly, Kernith wonders if he is prepared for a long journey. He checks his supplies. Walking stick, yes. Flask of melon juice, yes. Armour, yes. Sword in decent condition. Josef's bow. Many arrows in his quiver. Several loaves of bread and lots of apples. Writing supplies. He cannot think of anything else he would need. He then considers how to tell those he leaves behind. Although his work often takes him to strange places for extended periods of time, this is hardly what can be considered a business trip. The thought of gold and sparkly treasure appeals to him. Grabbing a piece of parchment, the young scribe writes a hasty letter to the Librarian of the Arethor library. It explains that he is going off to lands unknown looking for new books to add to the collection. He also writes a letter to the assistant scribe, telling him to assume the Royal Scribe duties temporarily. He stresses the part about it being temporary, knowing that his assistant likes the taste of power.

Having completed the tasks, Kernith again focuses on the scene before him. Ariana is now talking to a young woman that Kernith doesn't recognize. She says something about a cook. Well, that doth seem fair enough. Even the strongest armies dost require them, he thinks. As for some of the others, though, he wonders what they will have to offer...

[Watyll 1104]

((everbluer, I am perfectly fine with people jumping into the roleplay. However, Scag is very greedy and I try to embody that as best I can. Also, yes I made a mistake in shouting out your names.))

Scag turns to the man with royal blood and turns white.

"er...yer highness...er...are you sure that you are...suited for this task?"

[Αμφίονας 41]

Amfionas is reviewing the letter he just wrote. It was his own summarized story of the letter and his intentions. Lord Ezekiel would understood the reason of his absence. He was considering asking more men, rangers preferred  but he did not want to trouble the group. It was Lord Tarus' call now.

He finished the letter with a copy of the original letter he had just finished and send it off with his hawk. 

As soon as the bird disappeared in the horizon he took a quick check up of the equipment he had taken in Indelwood. His iron sword, dagger ,a  fine bow, his quiver full with arrows, lots of food , two unlit torches and a flint and steel/tinder to light them.

He took a glance of the window looking at the new woman who had approach the rest of the people. He overhead the few words he wanted and then continued in gathering the essentials.

Swiftly he went downstairs to the bar and reached to take some off the bottles. "Hmm.. I could drop one torch and take a second bottle.." he thinks before having his thoughts interrupted by Scag's annoying voice. He left the idea Of taking any alcohol besides one bottle covered very well in cloth.. "Thither wilt be little time for drinking." he thinks..

He walked outside shortly after the hunter introduced himself. He ignored him for the time being and spoke to the rest of the group with a quick glance at Domelvia.  He speaks  clearly and without a hint of an emotion. "The maiden can have a share from what we find.. Untold riches can not be split ..and dost not be impatient lad.. I doth not want regrets cause I was 'hasty'. "

He then turns to the Hunter "The same applies to thee." speaks in his usual way and starts chewing an apple waiting for the group's decision on the newcomer and the start of the journey.

Ooc:

I will not be online in the time between this post and my previous one. Probably.. :)

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*Alleran nods and begins packing his items.*

"Thank you." he remarks before returning to his preparations.

[Morkas (Wrathstar555) 34]

Morkas finally arrives at the camp, and searches around for anyone that might still be there. He decides to shout out, hoping that someone will hear him

"'ello! Arebek! Anyun?! Ah'm 'ere to 'elp ye all wif de treasure an fings alike."

While hearing no immidiate responce, Morkas decides that he should still hang about and see if anyone decides to shout back. He heads off into the woods slightly, though still able to hear if someone were to give a holler, and kills some animals in order to gain some food.