I'd like to begin a roleplaying thread..

[DigitalMastermind]

I'd like to begin a roleplaying thread, but first it'll require some numbers to be laid out like levels of skill competency, attributes to use, and a scale for that as well. This way the characters that partake have boundaries to their ...applications of themselves. Classes and Races you're well aware of, so if anyone's interested, propose a character base, then when the system is laid out, we can further define the character's specialties. Going on from there, we'll agree upon a climate to start in. Preferably, I'd like to see 2-6 people for a party here. It would be nice if we were somewhat balanced, as in no 3 fairies, 2 trolls, and a gnome... :P We won't be applying Dark or Light though, so if you wanna try a Light Troll here, RP away, no restrictions like that on your gameplay in the proposed thread.

For reference to build party compatability, I'll be a Ranger. I'd say woodelf, but if I did, it wouldn't be DnL's woodelf, they kinda scuffed that up. Braves is being debated, very confusing what they're actually aiming at. Nevertheless, expect a very native american like character either leading the party or leading the exploration, IE, being the master of exploration skills. I'd love it if there was someone who had the capacity to lead well and also add that to the gameplay.

Hope to see ya sooner or later, Diggy Man

PS: Check back now and again as I update with levels of skill competency and attributes!

[MichikoAureGalen]

You can count me in! J I’ll have to think on character and whatnot later as I’m at work. O.O :P Aye, I wiggled me way past the security system. :) *Is a smart cookie sometimes.*

[Edited on 5/11/2003 by MichikoAureGalen]

[DigitalMastermind]

Well done dollface :) Hopefully I'll see you more during the day, but you never know around here... It's hard to be both a social outcast, and active at the same time O.o It's like being a POW with targets hanging on your back walking through an enemy barracks flicking people off.

[Grillmonkey]

I'll join in, I was thinking a high elf wizard

[Edited on 7/11/2003 by Grillmonkey]

[DigitalMastermind]

Alrighty. Do you have a class/race in mind?

[Grillmonkey]

Whenever your ready Digi ;)

[DigitalMastermind]

Well first those that would like to join need to propose what class/species they'll be wanting to play. How small/large do we want skill/attribute increments? I was thinking relatively large, like 10% increments for the sake of uncluttering the RP but still giving it borders.

[Grillmonkey]

sounds good to me

[DigitalMastermind]

Sorry for the delay, was exploiting a rare abundance of energy, 'running the fireescape, pulls up etc. To much rust to continue :P High Elf wizard... *Ponders*

[Achielles]

I'm down for this too! I'll be a wood elf druid. Manipulating nature is fun!

[DigitalMastermind]

*Squints a little bit but welcomes anyways*

Education begins now :P

Druids do not manipulate nature, they coax it by mutual agreement through supernatural communication and communing. Which could technically mean the same thing, but just incase you did know anything about the word "commune" there's a relatively comparison. It's other most popular use is under "Communion" a religious ceremony where children are thereafter deemed Jesus's b!***. Now where was I? Welcome aboard :) Keep tuned.

[Zelph]

Sign me up for a stuntie 'zerker ;) If you need more info let me know.

[DigitalMastermind]

I need more o.o :P Welcome aboard. Now let's lay out a list of attributes, I'll let you guys go first, as you're the players, I have enough experience to adopt any ideas. I'd rather here what you like to play with before I actually tell you what to play with :)

[Grillmonkey]

have no idea where to start, what do you want exactly? sorry ;P

[DigitalMastermind]

Like the "new" signature? :P I remembered it from a test session long ago during an MSN conversation hehe...

Well first we need physical statistics. Something that signifies carrying capacity and ability to inflict forcive damage. Most likely Strength. The we need something that encompasses all those things that yields reactions to the environment, not just damage.

[Edited on 7/11/2003 by DigitalMastermind]

[Grillmonkey]

I like the sig :P
Being as I'm going with a wizard I'll want to have high intelligence, low strength, medium-low agility, I don't know all the stats your going to work with though.
I don't want to uberize myself hehe

[Zelph]

Attributes eh? Well what are we basing the stats on? D&D ruleset? or some other in-house one? Either way I'll need a bit more explainin' as I've never played D&D and not sure what to base my attributes on... :P

Oh, and I've been asked to post a list of races and classes so here goes...

Brave - PA, AR, RA, WA
High Elf - WI, IL, EN, DR, CL, PA, MO
Dark Elf - IL, WI, NE, AR, SK, RO, MO
Half Orc - SK, AR, RA, WA
Fairy - IL, WI, NE, EN
Lutin - BA, RO, DR, RA
Gnome - BA, DR, RO, CL
Dwarf - BA, RO, CL, WA
Wood Elf - IL, WI, RO, MO, AR, BA, RA, DR, CL, WA
Half Elf - ALL
Human - ALL
Half Troll - AR, RA, DR, WA

Legend
~~~~~~
WA = Warrior
RO = Rogue
RA = Ranger
MO = Monk
AR = Archer
SK = Shadow Knight
PA = Paladin
CL = Cleric
DR = Druid
BA = Bard
WI = Wizard
IL = Illusionist
EN = Enchanter
NE = Necromancer

Anything else?

[DigitalMastermind]

Hehe, not much power playing here, we're gonna aim at realism. I only have a couple bottom line rules for this thread and the thread where the RP will pick up. NO u's or "your" where you're (you are) is required. It drives me crazy and distracts me enough to lower the quality of my narration and stuff. :S

If everyone wants to lay out character descriptions, that would be great. Height, weight, appearance, cultural throughback etc. The feel of activities and motivations for the RP will be very colonial times like. Think French furtrapper/Native American interaction. All the fantasy aspects spicin' it up a notch. Bam!

*Added* Ahh, thank you very much Zelph, right on time.

[Edited on 7/11/2003 by DigitalMastermind]

*Added again* Anyone else find it redundantly absurd to have archer as a class when there's already a generic warrior class and the ranger class? If I'm not mistaken, any warrior class should simply have the allotment for specialization regardless of incling, you're still a warrior.

[Edited on 7/11/2003 by DigitalMastermind]

[Achielles]

Wow DM yer waaaaay too high strung for me. I'll take my "uneducated" self out of here. Peace!

[DigitalMastermind]

Hehehe aye... I'm very demanding. I supply the best so I only accept the best. It's also why I don't run many RPs anymore. There's a severe shortage in realtime text RPers that actually have a level of quality matching that of the work that does into the narration. Mind you I'm the type of director that makes a character sheet for everyone in a city & maps every alley. Ugh >.< The last mapping scheme I laid out had GPS coding legends for all items. You could point to any hex and draw up more information about the rocks in the area than a Jehovah's Witness could give about ...god's witness protection program? (Joke) :P Anyways though, you may still be able to pop in for cameos. Anyone that doesn't want to play fulltime but wants a little bit of the action can come to me, work out the spot, and be set into the narration for a little while. An example being a chance crossing of paths during a hunt etc.

[Zelph]

Hrmm...some background information.... let's run with this and see how it goes. Name: Hagazar; Age: 350ish; Height: 4"2'; Weight: 180 lbs. (guessing on proportions here, but the general idea is short, broad, stout and well muscled); Appearance: Green eyes, dark grizzled looking hair and appearance, starting to grey at the temples. Numerous faded scars cover his torso, arms and legs. And to throw a twist into it, let's say he has a serious...hrmm...hygene problem. From all appearances (and olfactory senses) he has not taken a bath in many a year. Various items are decorated and woven/braided into his hair and beard, including bones, fur, feathers and beads, kinda going for a shamanistic and slightly (read: very) barbaric look...

Motivations and psyche: Due to his...appearance, he is out of necessity an introvert, pretty self-centered and doesn't care much for what others think. Not usually prone to bouts of anger but when he is, there is little to be done except move out of the way (which you probably had done long ago). Has a thing for ale and mead and seeing how many different combinations he can make and drink by adding...stomache churning ingrediants. Has a love for fine pipe smoking. http://www.frothersunite.com/phpBB2/images/smiles/new_pipe.gif

His primary weapon is a two-handed, double bladed battle-axe, as secondary weapons has a hammer and another axe he wields with both hands. Doesn't use a shield but does wear a combination of studded and chain armour, with a norse-like helm.

[Edited on 7/11/2003 by Zelph]

[DigitalMastermind]

Hrmm very interesting :) Now for context in the party... I see days spent tossing and turning as the foul scents of Hagazar's brew boiling on the camp's fire spew over and throughout the immediate area. I can sense he's going to be a source of much olfactory disturbance in many ways :P Now being that he's a melee expert, we'd have to find what his particular use is in the party. Perhaps as a translator and "beast of burden"? Carrying large flops of bundled furs and picking out ancient passages on weathered stones of ruins to yield a decent amount of information about the area possibly leading to an adventure of sorts.

[Zelph]

Always downwind of course....

*rolls around laughing until he can't breathe anymore*

*wipes a tear from his eye*

Ahh, good times ahead I sense :D

[DigitalMastermind]

I foresee drowning under waterfalls :P Bathe yee cursed skank of a stump o' spirits swiller!

[Grillmonkey]

Sex: Male Name: Darklin Vaeth Age 250 Race: High Elf Class: Wizard Height: just under 2M Weight: 135pounds
Apearance: tall wiry with broad shoulders, long white hair, gray eyes, fair skin very light apearance. wearing a long black robe with black metal spaulders and thin chain mail.. I will let you decide on the attributes of armor for balance.
Very calm and self assured with a dry sense of humor.
Primary weapon: Wizard fire
Secondary weapon: advanced unarmed tactics

[Edited on 7/11/2003 by Grillmonkey]

[Edited on 7/11/2003 by Grillmonkey]

[DigitalMastermind]

Er wait.. *Scratches his bear gently* Tall and lanky.. PLUS elven, :P subtract about 50 pounds. Looks good otherwise. Male?

I'm personally going through hell trying to sift through the DnL races. The predispositions are all whack in alot of spots. Right now the only thing that matches up is Half Troll, but for actual gameplay it creates an issue because it's single gender, and I've got a gal who's gonna play with me. If they ever work out marriage stuff by code, there's a high chance that it requires equal species, and that would screw us.

*Added* As a side note, I just stopped by http://www.darkandlight.com/Reviews%2Bindex-req-showcontent-id-26.html & I can honestly say, I don't regret not having tried to read the history yet. Before I go even further into it, can anyone tell me if the rest is writen all busted up like that?

[Edited on 7/11/2003 by DigitalMastermind]

[Grillmonkey]

Yes, I do believe it is.

[DigitalMastermind]

Fooey... guess it's a good thing I tend to make up my own history as I go along anyways :) There's enough room for isolation to make a micro plotline work too. Anyone that has a really good summation of the DnL history is welcome to post it, I'd still like to know to some extent.

[Ironmonger]

Forty long cold and wet winters had passed. Ironmonger was sorely over due to mate. It is practically unknown in the world of man (being in most humans view that they are the center of all that transpires) that a half-trolls urge to couple with a human female to sire another generation of their ilk grows irresistible past the age of thirty. One would surmise incorrectly that this would weaken the troll stock through the generations, however, the troll genome is so overpowering that it is not so. And generation after generation half-trolls continue to hold their brutishness. Not having spent his seed at the age of forty, made Ironmonger one very disgruntled and downright mean individual.

As is the case with most of his kind, Ironmonger too was taken from his natural mother soon after birth. This being a necessity to the survival of any half-troll. It is in fact most common that the half-troll father abducts the mother before the son is born. Then more often then not taking the mother again before her release, if she is lucky to be released at all! A half-troll's childhood is anything but kind, which is just. Well prepared he will be soon enough be on his own. And so was the case.

Not incredibly large for his kind; Ironmonger stands around seven and a half foot and tilts a scale at a mere four hundred and twenty some pounds, what he lacks in size he makes up with in tenacity. The sword, combat of hand, and pain are all day to day occurrences. Scars and cuts are testimony to an active lifestyle, and a point of pride. If it were not for half-trolls regenerative and recouperative prowess their kind would all have passed from sight in Ganareth.

Hair course as rope and colored a rudy brown. Skin a dirty green like the forest canopy. And eyes so black they appear more like colorless pupils. His gaze, an unnerving event. And all this not to speak of an ensemblage of spike encrusted leather and plate armor looking heavy enough to balk a steed of legend! And not even a blind man would miss an armament of lethal looking blades whom hold witness to tales of gore and misdeeds. The most leathal of which is hidden on his backside below his cloak in an unconventional upsidedown position, giving tale to a few in the know. A clear path is never so apparent than his intent does take. Assassin, death dealer, sword for hire, blade weaver, sword dancer!!

Ironmongers profession, plain it seems, muscle for hire, has led to such a varied experience, that now at forty years, it is without contract that he ponders himself.

High horned studded leather boots, rustic grey, stitched and one marked by viperious fangs at the left boot toe from a time when Ironmonger had little experience with those poisonous spawn. Plate; it steel luster long ago lost, bound to banded leather, covers his massive legs jutted with spikes. A girth made of triple layers of hardened black leather covers his abdomen, tasseled with knots and bones. Small tokens and rememberences of the past. A breastplate fashioned for its wearer rests in place upon shoulders of burden, which seem not to notice its wieght at all. And for his head a horned helm hangs strapped to his side waiting for times of battle. Covered in dings, dents, scratches, slashes and piercings, each piece of armor looks to have a story of its own to tell! Dirks and daggers; for taking aim at an enemy out of reach or to parry closer ones are tucked here and there and a half a dozen balanced daggers find their home in a bandoleer. A hand axe and boning knife dangle from his right hip, each edge shines as if exactly apposing their gnarled wooden handles. At his shoulders coalesce a blackened oiled fur claok its mated surface impervious to winter weather, draps to his knees, so large a man could hide below. This beasts hide now services him more loyally then its previous owner, underwhich on his back is the main tool of his profession. Its ivory handle, to large for a man to compfortably grip, its whiteness glistens. Great care bespeaks this hilt, and the rest of its blade is well kept and well hidden. This deathblade size, fitting for its weilder, giving him tremendious advantage in reach, most often swooping at the heads of his enemy!

Grisly! "All is as it should be!", Ironmonger think to himself. "Now if I could find new employ?".............


[Edited on 10/11/2003 by Ironmonger]

[Lahor]

I´m going to be a a gnome. Main skills will be exploration and crafting weapons and armour.
I would be wandering across the lands in search of powerful rare items to use for crafting while I make maps of the territories I pass through.
I dont think I want to be part of the ´companionship´ but I would gladly make appearances in your adventures. Maybe even be hired to track down your enemies or particular beasts that you want to catch, guide your party through unknown lands.

[DigitalMastermind]

We can hire you as a prospector :) An individual that'll make sure we notice what's under the vast lengths of ground we cover during our journey.

[Faltyrion]

I've never been very interested in rules and numbers and such, I'm afraid. Not in board roleplaying, anyway. Usually a good roleplayer doesn't say things like: And I raise my hands in the air, muttering a few words, making the air itself burn around me as I realease the terrible powers of me mind. I kill everyone!"

A good roleplayer knows limitations are necessery for something like this to work. But hey - aslong as somebody else takes care of the rules, I'm in. I know there are alot of really good roleplayers around here... Too bad I don't master the English language like some guys here... oh well, I'll do my best.

[DigitalMastermind]

The problem is that I haven't met many good roleplayers in the first off, let alone recently, so numerical systems are a must because there's little room interpretation. You're right though, a good roleplayer wouldn't need them.

[Lahor]

Ok sounds fine by me. Now all I have to do is come up with a name for my character so you know who to contact in game. Ill drop by this thread as soon as I have thought of one.

[DigitalMastermind]

See ya soon :)

[DarkSeraph]

Greetings to whom this message is relayed to.
I am a new member to this forum, community, and mmorpg.
I am looking forward to meeting many people and influencing these worlds within worlds with my actions, in somewhat of a good sense.
I have merely glanced at the races available for this mmorpg, and wish to know what vital information I should gain access to in order to get a good grasp on the activites offered, both in-game and out-of-game.

I would also like to take part in this roleplaying thread.
In means of experience, I may be an amateur at roleplaying, because I have not really taken part in much so far. However, in the few times that I have roleplayed, I picked up the guidelines and infrastructure of basic, almost universally accepted, roleplaying. My decent understanding, interpretation and usage of the English language should allow me to participate in this activity with ease.

Ok, now for the important info. I'd like to be either a Wood Elf (archer or wizard, whichever would be more productive and / or convenient), Half-Elf (Warrior, or rather an agile swordsman wandering without a true purpose), or Dark-Elf (archer or wizard, whichever would be more productive and / or convenient). If none of these, I will take the role of a Human as a Wizard, Archer or Warrior (preferring agile swordsman), or, if necessary, taking on any profession considered convenient and fulfilling to the so-called 'companionship'.

In a more socialable manner...

Hey everyone! I'm from California (USA) and I'm here to roleplay!
Nice to meetcha ^^
Tony ;)

[DigitalMastermind]

All very very excellent, welcome aboard, I hope things get started up in due time but there's much confliction in much of my schedule. All is good minus a slight bit of distain for wizards as a primary character in the group, it just doesn't fit just right. There currently is much discussion and planning being devoted to certain clan type activites and structure. It's a primary focus if anything at this point, & even that isn't getting the attention it requires, so this project may faulter out, but who knows. Maybe we'll get lucky :) Don't cling to your seats just yet though, I must at the very least overcome the extreme pains in my neck and back before we could even think of beginning. Nice to see you stopped by here first Dark Seraph, glad to have ya :)

[DarkSeraph]

Glad to be here, Digi. ;)
Ack, it's been four days since I first posted.
If there's anything on the progress of the discussion and if there is a possible chance of beginning this project, fill me in. I need an update. I need to know... everything. :casstet:

Oh, and what's up with the neck and back you mentioned? The way I sit in my chair, I think I'll be stuck in my bed for life by the age of 30. :casstet:

[Strofer]

Strofer steps into the light of the campfire and flips down the hood of his dark brown robe. It reveals his dark, lank, shoulder-length hair and somewhat rugged unshaven features. He leans on his 6ft Battle Bow with his muscled forearms and nods curtly to Hazagar, thankful that the dwarf is downwind.
Ironmonger casts an experienced eye over the human; 6' 2" in height, approximately 183 pounds. He can see that below the dark robes he is wearing plain leather armour with studded leather gloves and boots.
"Greetings Archer." says Ironmonger.
"My name is Strofer, Sir. I hear you gentlemen are recruiting a group of adventurers. I am not particularly experienced, but my arm is strong and my arrow true, and if you'll have me, I'd be glad to accompany you into whatever trouble you wish to attract."

[Edited on 19/11/2003 by Strofer]

[DigitalMastermind]

:) Welcome aboard Strofer.

@Dark Seraph.
I have near to no rotator cups to hold my shoulder sockets in place. I'm forced to resort to flexing all the muscles in those areas which after time pulls the muscles of my neck outward, away from the spine. It's causing my spine to ulcerate to the surface and nearly pierce the skin. I'm a chiropractor's nightmare o.o

[DarkSeraph]

O_O ... Ahh, so I'm guessing it's pretty serious.
How long has it been like that for you?
.... :: blinks. ::

[DigitalMastermind]

Which part? One thing leads to another and the original issues just stay and grow in severity.

[DarkSeraph]

The back and neck pain in general-
How serious is the pain / situation and how long have you had it?

:: shhhh... ::

[DigitalMastermind]

The neck is more recent, in response to deteriation in my shoulders and such. The back is an issue stemming back quite some ways where it was nearly broken but never recieved any medical attention. Probably around ermm 7-8 years ago.

[Fhman]

Hmm a Roleplaying thread. Finora always liked reading those. People of wit and intellect would gather and entertain their friends with tales of high adventure and new lands laid claim.

One problem nobody seems to be doing much RP. Finora yawns opening her tiny but elegent faery mouth as wide as possible. Then she settles down into a comfortable chair with a cup of tea to wait for the RP to start (Hint).

Post count to date, 44
Posts with some RP in them, 7

Looks like the post count is winning ;)

[DigitalMastermind]

Ermm... lol, ok. o.O Trying at least, aye a roleplaying thread, highly organized if possible. Very busy though with little aiding in advancement of this lil project. Might as well forget it for here at least, the thread's intent has been bottled up into a new tribe. If the threads ever get set up, -.-, then maybe it can begin again under Ganareth's Epic, or under Mana Spirits if you're actually part of the clan(s)/tribe.

[Ironmonger]

Ironmonger is impressed by Strofer's stealth. Most often he would have senced his presence sooner, had not the dwarfed bragged so boldly of his tales; which were intertaining if not unbelievable, alas the burning embers of the campfire, which soured his night vision sorely too. With a stride toward Strofer, his cloak falling back, placing the glow of the fire behind him so as to see this stranger best, he remarks with ease in his voice, "Well met good sir, a bowmans skill is an excellent weapon! As well your arrows may pass over Hazagar's head easily enough!"

The half-troll looks down and studies him closely, his trained eye watching the movement of this man and his reactions, not just to his sudden proximity but also of his words, this being a telling tale of the soul. Long had it been that Ironmonger had joined party with a human, his kind being trusted less then dwarves and elven folk. The bias was often mutual, and natural, considering the existance of half-trolls.

Hmm, this man's look brought back an old friends face! Ah, how long had it been since the days of adventure with Rolond?

"Your bow may be welcome with us." Adds Ironmonger. "However, tell us Strofer, how have you come to hear of us?"

[Strofer]

Strofer sat down on a large rock near the fire and laid his Bow carefully on the ground next to him. He stretched out his hands to warm them at the fire as the night was now getting decidedly chilly. "I was in the local Dodo's Tavern, just having a couple of ales to refresh me after a long day, when I was approached by a slim bearded man. He did not give me his name but I could tell his intelligence was of a high order, my only clue to his identity was an amulet he was wearing which bore the initials DM in white gold. He told me he was gathering a group of worthy adventurers to go on a quest he had in mind and would I like to join. Well, I was flattered, I jumped at the chance and accepted at once. He told me to come here where I would meet the rest of the group." Strofer looked around at the gathered few. " Is this it?" He said enquiringly.

[DarkSeraph]

Aureon had overheard the conversation between DM and Strofer. Even if he were not Elven he could still have heard their mingled whispers.
So, without a true purpose in life at the moment, Aureon stalked Strofer as he made his way to the campire of the adventurers. Aureon stopped at the immediate edge of the campfire and swiftly hopped onto a tree branch to overlook the campsite. He leaned his back against the trunk and awaited orders and decisions.

I only did this because you told me to, Lutia he whispered inaudibly to himself.

[Ironmonger]

"Yes, you and the drawf, we are it so far." Responds Ironmonger looking to the edge of the campfire.
"Well, besides the Elf, and I guess he is with you?" he points with his thumb to the tree. "Hazagar. You take the first nights watch with one of our new friends, I am going to catch some shuteye. Wake me when the moon reaches the top of those trees," Ironmonger gestures with a nod to the tree opposit the moon "I will share the second half of the night with the other." Then he hunkers down with his pack as a pillow, pulling his black mated fur cloak over himself and prepares to nod off.

[Strofer]

Strofer squints through the darkness and spots the Elf in the tree. "Ah! I see, I guess he'll come down when he's ready. Well Hazagar, I guess it's you and me on first watch." The dwaft moves to come over to sit beside Strofer. "No, no, you're fine where you are!" Strofer gestures with his hand for the dwarf to stay where he is, the air being pungent enough without the dwarf getting any closer. "So, how did you come to be here?" he asked.



[Edited on 25/11/2003 by Strofer]

[DarkSeraph]

Aureon's fine skin looked pale in the moonlight. His face was illuminated by the angelic rays of the shattered sphere in the sky...
His facial structure was slender and elegant. The curved contours of his jaw and chin told those looking at him that he was of Elvish descent, although they knew not to what extent; certainly, there was an extent to this, but Aureon would never tell another being again, as this was linked to his tragic past. Never again would he...
His long eyelashes and slanted eyes were mysterious, alluring, and grief-stricken.
His nose and lips could be compared to a lady Elfe's and still put hers to shame in terms of beauty. His white hair was like long strands of silk follicle, glistening and falling upon and beyond his shoulders, simulating an enchanting waterfall. The only thing that was not given to Aureon from Wood Elf blood was his body. Indeed, it was quite slender, but not very thin or weakly. Every curve was firm and the shape was a mix of Elven and some other race, though no one could quite confirm the mix.


Aureon sported a brown tunic, trousers and hooded cloak that concealed his slender steel sword and hidden dagger. Underneath was a longsleeve satin shirt. He wore Elven boots- made for versatile and agile movement, some of his deadliest weapons. His tunic was made of fine cut leather, his trousers and cloak of trimmed beaver fur. His Elven boots and belt were created out of the deerskin of the Shaaran territory.
Last that will be mentioned are his headband and gloves. These two items are the symbolic items. They once belonged to someone dear to Aureon; someone he lost long ago. No one but Aureon knows of this lost being. No one will ever know.

[Agnarnatus]

A dwarf with a strange glint in his eye wanders into the dim and still wavering circle of light cast by the dying fire. "I'll be borrowing a light, if I may" he mutters, to noone in particular. Strofer raises an eyebrow, but seeing no immediate danger, he waves a dismissive hand in the intruders direction. The odourous heap that is Hazagar grimaces at the shorn head of this abomination of a dwarf, and turns his head away in disgust. Agnarnatus looks bemused that such a creature could find disgust in any other, but bends to the fire nonetheless. It flickers under his careful hand, and after pulling some dry pieces of lumber from his hefty pack it is soon flaring back into life. Unexpectedly, he sits down besides the fire and says "You look like a group with a purpose in mind". The only obvious weapon at his belt, a well worn and functional hammer of the sort used by craftsmen, is placed carefully across his lap.

[Strofer]

"Welcome my diminutive friend, thank you for rekindling our fire. We are waiting for the mysterious stranger who asked us to come here on the premise of adventure to arrive. No doubt he will regail us with tales of a quest he would like us to fulfill. But enough of that for the moment; pray tell me my short comrade, what business would you have with us?" Strofer eyed the obviously well used hammer across the dwarf's lap and wondered how many skulls it had crushed.

[Edited on 26/11/2003 by Strofer]

[Agnarnatus]

Strofer feels a little uneasy as the dwarf looks him up and down and finally stares at him for what seems like hours but can be no more than a few minutes. Having obviously approved of what he saw, the newcomer clears his throat. "I'm not sure that I have any business here. I'm a maker of weapons, or so I fancy, and I've been wandering for some time now looking for a place where I might comfortably ply my trade. My name, if you care for it, is Agnarnatus, cursed luck that I have. As to the fire, you can imagine, considering my habits, that I have grown accustomed to making fire with what little I can lay hands to in the least comfortable of environments, these past years since I left my forebears village." Agnarnatus' eyes wandered for a moment, and seemed to glaze over, leaving Strofer in no doubt that it had not been the warmest of partings between kin. "Anyway, a quest you say. That might be of interest, and I can definitely keep your tools in good repair for the duration. Not that your bow looks to be in any sort of bad shape now, I imagine after letting death rain down upon a few beasts it will not still be so pleasantly formed.

You've gained the honor of the first watch I see. I'll hope you are not ill-tempered enough to disallow a weary traveller to take advantage of your keen eyes." With that the conversation seemed ended for the time being, as the dwarf rearranged his belongings and stretched out a little before closing his own eyes with a quiet sigh.

[Edited on 26/11/2003 by Agnarnatus]

[Agnarnatus]

By the time any of the others start to rise in the morning, the newest addition to the party is nowhere to be seen. Neatly stacked just outside the reach of the fire is dry lumber good to last another day without trouble. It is covered by a tattered cloth bearing the faded remains of a dwarven crest.

[Strofer]

Strofer watched the sun begin to peek above the horizon, " I guess he's not coming." he thought. He stretched and yawned, feeling slightly guilty that he had nodded off on his watch. He found a small piece of parchment in one of the pockets of his robe and scribbled a short note to the bearded stranger. 'Waited all night, I will be in the Dodo's Tavern most nights if you want to contact me again. Strofer.' He picked up a small rock and placed it on top of the parchment next to the dying embers of the fire. Not wanting to wake the others he wandered off, rubbing an aching back, thinking he may go back to the Dodo's Tavern to get a comfortable bed and a decent night's sleep.

[Agnarnatus]

Strofer may have hoped of a good nights sleep, and he was sure of one, but perhaps not so many afterwards as he would have liked. As he entered the dim recess which was generally accepted to be the main bar of the Dodo Tavern and Inn, his eye was caught by a dwarf in the corner who raised a pint of ale prospectively in his direction. It turned out to be no other than Agnarnatus, who had gone without a word sometime in the previous night. "I've a proposition for you" he stated matter of factly, without so much as a greeting. "I've a gnome I'd like to talk to in Al Drafi, and I would rather speak to him sooner than later." Strofer raises an eyebrow, but lays his bow against the table and puts down his baggage nonetheless. The bar wench soon shuffles over with another pint of the dubious ale the Dodo is reknowned for. "The next caravan is not for some months now," Agnarnatus continues "but I cannot wait that long. I've made up my mind to take the mountain pass myself, but to do that I'll need to have the company of a few sturdy fighters such as yourself."
"Only a few?" Strofer asked.
"I think if you can find more of your ilk, a few will surpass. And we can't afford to bring too much attention to ourselves."
"I agree with that. Theres been many a report of banditry and less honorable activities that way in these last weeks." Strofer looked a little worried,. but obviously confident in his abilities. He had the appearance of having been through worse before.
"Find some more who are willing, and I'll make your pockets weighty enough with coin."

The proposal, as it were, seemed too good to pass up in these dreary days of autumn. Agnarnatus was obviously not much of a fighter himself, but if he had the money, then that posed no great problem.

[Edited on 28/11/2003 by Agnarnatus]

[Ironmonger]

The morning sun peaks through the trees glinting off Ironmongers sword and armor, as he practices his morning ritual, the sword dance. Last night he and others had gathered to no avail. The mysterious stranger whom promised adventure and booty did not appear.

Now fully lathered, his practice is over. Ironmonger gathers his belongings, stomps out the fire with a pat of his boot and treads off. His destination a river, a league away. As he tends to his weapons and gear, so to must he tend to him self. As he silently passes through the forest, he collects a few useful items. A branch from a fallen tree, useful for scrubbing those hard to reach places. A handful of stalks from a supple weed, which oozes a syrupy substance, a natural soap. A bunch green fuzfilled leaves whose course texture make good for healthy teeth, and also work well to deter ticks and other unwanted guests from the wild, when rubbed on hair and clothes.

Upon reaching the river Ironmonger sees birds and forest life are about. Natures alarm to strangers has not been set off. He finds a small rapids and plants himself firmly upon a boulder large enough to hold his gear. He then proceedes to tend to himself.

A rustle at the shore makes Ironmonger react, he starts to reach for his sword, then relaxes, it is not but a doe, in search of drink. Ironmonger considers this easy mark, but instead desides on fish for lunch. The doe not trusting this stranger waits alertly in the shadows for Ironmonger to leave.

Ironmonger now finished with his chores, equips, and as he walks out of the rapids he losens the boning knife from its hanging spot next to his handaxe from his belt. His powerful legs supplying ample purchase in the quickened river. Before he is land bound he lances a hand size fish with a quick thrust. Ironmonger figures to return to the gathering spot late this afternoon. If anything should happen it will be later in the day surely, that is always the way of men of mystery and mages. He recalls the mesa and thinks there would make a good place to lunch, and so heads off.......

[DarkKnightX]

HALF ELF SHADOW WARRIOR OWNS YOU ALL!!!! :D Thats me!!! too bad.... i wanted to be a dark elf but they too ugly....and im sexy so i got to get a character as sexy as me and elven woman are mad hot so...

[Strofer]

Strofer looks over at the half elf who is gesticulating wildly and announces to the bar in general. "Methinks the Dark Knight has supped too much ale! He talks gibberish and looks likely to keel over from his bar stool at any second". Strofer shouts to the dwarf seated with his back to the half elf. "Beware Agnarnatus, or you may feel the contents of the Dark Knight's stomach running down the back of your neck." Strofer laughs heartily and turns back to his own mug of ale.

[irmeli]

Skinny looking man with big hook nose, looked down to the next open hill only with one tree and the last nights campfire still putting the last pits of smokes to the dark cloudy sky. Skinny man mumbled something about where might everyone be? meaby drinking in the bloody Dodo´s Tavern. and shaked hes head and started walking towards the camp site.

Meanwhile:
Ironmonger has started walking side of the rivesbank, when suddendly small movement in the corner of hes eye turned hes head. and sew somone walking form the other hill towards the campsite.
Irongmonger rubed hes eyes with skirt sleew. Yes the shape of the man was still there. Better look it out if theres other wondering people looking for this doomed adventure Ironmonger thinked and started walking back uphill to the camping site.

Skinny man arrived to the camp site and looked around. only one big three rising to the sky and between the big roots where small remains of the last nights fire raised to the sky. He looked down the the river side where one dwarf was walking towards him.

Ironmonger gots to the campsite and sees skinny old man around 50-55 Ironmonger notised. In legs man used short pants and simple skirt without the sleevs what had been repaired more from other clothes and cloth parts including leather. So the resoult looked chaotic mess what had less original part left than new. in legs simple sandals what where worn but seemed still have a meaning as a shoes. Face wa white pale with hard jaw with long messy back beard with couple of dreadlocks and stiks, big hooked nose in the middle of face to missdirects the eye of the watcher. top of the big nose was shinnig gray eyes, where you could see your own reflection. Messy dark brown hair was cutted from here and there. Some parts where totaly bold and some with long hair made in ponytail and dreadlocks decoraded with small colorfull strings, shells and brances from diffrent trees.

Ironmonger Looked man mouth wide and thinked that this man could be the creasy blackroot addict from the marketplace but the talisma in the neg of the old man was the same as elf has disgaved him in last night.

Skinny old man nodded towards the drawf and sayd "so here is the group of people how have arrived?