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Post by Marduk on Nov 23, 2003 22:38:25 GMT -5
Once a upon a time the end of the dark lord came with a clash and the ring was casted into the fires of mount doom. After many a year when the ring was cast into the fires that put it out leaving the mountain lifeless. But one day the fires regained it fury and over flowed the lands of mordor turning it into a lake of lava, the only thing keeping the lava from spilling into the lands of the free peoples where the mountains that was around mordor. Soon there were tales of a new power in mordor causing this lava to flow in mordor but none were able to stand the change by the king of a human city north of mordor and north east of gondor. The gentle king of this city of kerth waited for a reply to this mighty quest. (ooc: what do you think share your words)
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Warhammer111
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a brave warrior that is a his greatest when he is the madest
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Post by Warhammer111 on Nov 25, 2003 14:30:12 GMT -5
i'll take the quest for no one can match me by strength! (the half giant said as he walked forth to the gentle king) will there be a reward? (the half giant says as he stands in front of the king)
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Post by Wren on Nov 26, 2003 17:16:47 GMT -5
Word had spread around Middle Earth of the quest offered by the King of Kerth. Wren even now was on her way to the city to offer her services to fight this new evil power. She estimated that she would be there by night fall if Morwinyon could keep up this pace. She paused at a stream and continued on her way. As the sun lowered in the sky, the walls of the city came into view. She soon arrived at the city gates, and the two of them, horse and rider, began to look for a stables to lodge the horse.
The found one alongside of an inn called the Riders Respite. She saw to her horses needs, and then she requested a room for herself at the inn. She sat at a quiet table drinking her ale. She looked around at the other guests. It seemed quiet and peaceful, but there was an undercurrent of unease as most people were aware of the King’s quest and knew of the enemy who had come once more to Mordor.
Se drained her mug, dropped a few coins on the table, and then left to seek out the king. She found him already in audience with another quest seekier. She heard him say, "I'll take the quest for no one can match me by strength!"
The ranger added her own voice. "I took would like to join you on your quest, and my sword and bow will join yours, should it come to a battle."
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Isolde
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All those who wander are not lost, but all those who are lost are morons.
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Post by Isolde on Nov 26, 2003 17:21:40 GMT -5
((Can Isolde join the story, just not the quest? I'd like for her to be a spy that tracks them.))
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Post by Marduk on Nov 26, 2003 18:20:41 GMT -5
(ooc: ya any one can ) well i thank you for your kindness for i can't bare the thought of letting this new force rage our lands again i had sent word to the near citys for their help but they think me of a foul. (the King sighed) well at less that not all are closed mouthed. (the king added a smile) yes there will be a reward for all who helps will have a statue in a group in the town square. (the king waited for them to say something to this reward)
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Post by Red on Nov 26, 2003 23:28:42 GMT -5
Red walked in, late of course, but when was he ever on time. He walked up to the king, bowed, and said, "This one has heard of trouble that is in need of fixing, and has come to help." He waited, and pushed his red hair out of his eyes.
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Post by Marduk on Dec 2, 2003 2:13:09 GMT -5
Thank you all for your kindness for an old king. For all of you that help on this day for if you do stop this new evil. Your reward is that of a statue of your very person in a group with those of the others that joins you. But I’ll add the tail of these heroic feet if you would tell me when you return. So that I may tell my grand child when she is older, of your kindness and your heroic feet of beating his great evil. Ah its nothin to worry over my king every one knows that land in is unpassable due to the lava poarin from the mountain! (Gruff captain of the guard) I beat its nothin but smoke ash and lava that you’ll find there and make up some story to tell him! (Now a few more villagers grow into the crowd) I’d think your alittle too good on yer timin in coming here strangers. (The captain grunted as the old king held his hand up showing him to stop)
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Warhammer111
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Post by Warhammer111 on Dec 2, 2003 2:21:49 GMT -5
i don't like that captain mind ye... (thor said in a lowwered voice) speaking to a king like that maybe i should throw him off a tower... (starts to cook up ideas about teaching the captain to be more respecting about older people and those of good kings.)
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Post by Red on Dec 3, 2003 15:57:18 GMT -5
Red looked thoughtfully at the captian, but didn't say a word. He stood there, waiting for the time to go. He was fressed odd for a man, in a raggy and baggy red tunic. Hid red hair matched his tunic, his skirt-but-not was white. ((ooc: I'm still thinking of who to call it. It's, like, ummm... looks like a skirt while standing still, but it really is pants)). His sword was a sakabato, the blade upside down, he prefered to knock people out rather than kill them, though he could the edge very well. He almost looked like a girl at first glance, though he was anything but. ((ooc: why I save the discription for now, no idea)) He pushed his hair out of hid eyes again, and looke at the gaurd again, saying, "We should at least go check it out, to verify if this really is a threat or no. This one thinks you would be distrought if your king kied because of neglect to even check it out." He looked incredibly innocent, but his eyes showed a hardness that almost, almost, betrayed his innocent look.
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Post by Marduk on Dec 3, 2003 18:00:45 GMT -5
The Captain turned and went back to his duties, while he held his hand on his runic sword. Soon the crowd departed, as it was growing darker. The king said to rest at the tavern for the night till next morning, the old king had help back to the castle by his guard. Leaving the chosen to make their way to the tavern. As they near the entrance of the tavern there were plenty of fights going on in the tavern. (May have been the ale ) When they got closer to the door a man crashed out of the tavern window revealing the brawl inside.
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Post by Red on Dec 4, 2003 15:32:49 GMT -5
Red watched this, and shook his head in disgust. "this one thinks that men have better things to do the to drink and then fight each other for no reason. This one will sleep outside tonight, rather than fight this crowd." He walked to an alleyway and climbed to the roof of the tavern, no one would take lengths to try to bother him here. He lay down.
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Isolde
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All those who wander are not lost, but all those who are lost are morons.
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Post by Isolde on Dec 7, 2003 10:04:25 GMT -5
((Okee then. Isolde will begin her evil duties She's going to need a guard to get past though, if anyone would be so kind.)) Though her idea was a wildly dangerous way to go about things, Isolde was by nature a reckless person. Isolde had executed her plan by waiting for a few days in the market of the city for a servant, out and about to buy their master's provisions. Being a skilled practitioner in the field of assasination, some housemaid was an easy target for Isolde. Granted she could have gotten some rags out of a rubbish pile, but Isolde liked the killing. So doning the servant's dress and holding the supplies with a group of other workers in the king's household she was allowed into the castle. Thankfully the numbers in his service were vast enough that one more was not noticed. Isolde had seen the procedings and knew that they would be at the tavern. Her true master would be proud of this escapade. Artfully outside the walls of the castle her armor and large weapons had been hidden. Now she just needed an excuse to get out in the dead of night. Quickly Isolde padded down the hallway, the nearest one to outdoors. There had to be a sentry somewhere, escape could not be this easy.
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Post by Marduk on Dec 7, 2003 12:11:34 GMT -5
(Ooc: ok no rushing over here because most of “us” don’t know this happening) (Mean while) In the kings bed chamber the king sat in a chair by the fire and the captain sat near by seemingly off set by something he was thinking of. Well my old friend what do you think of our heroes? Well I think their a bunch of money wantin fools. You have hostile feelings about them isn’t that right? Yes because I trust no one milord. Pulls his sword walking quietly behind the king chair. Well maybe you can trust thos… the captain stabbed the king using his runic blade from behind him. Well now since the king is dead I’ll have to come up with some story… (Looks outside the king’s window seeing a peasant looking very strange to be out this time of night.) Hmm when she comes up here I’ll grab her and she’ll be my scape coat.
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Post by Red on Dec 7, 2003 14:42:12 GMT -5
Red sat up. He felt like sometihgn was wrong, but what? "Probaly that fact I have to sleep on top of a building, rather than under. I only wish there was some good bridge I could sleep under, in case it rains." he sighed, and lay back down, crediting his unease to nerves.
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Post by Wren on Dec 9, 2003 3:23:03 GMT -5
When the king sent them to the tavern to rest, Wren ordered something to eat and a strong ale. She mulled over the public conversation between the king and his captain. She thought it sounded a little strange that this captain didn't take his king's worries seriously. Of course the king was getting on in years. But he sounded in complete control of his senses. Wren believed the king when he said there was need for worry, and she was glad for the chance to help out a good and kind man. She sat there at her table sipping her ale for her meal had been finished and her plate cleared away.
She wondered about the others who had also joined this quest. The one called Thor was huge and appeared to be part giant. He didn't appear to be overly bright, but looks could be decieving, and he seemed be intuitive. Then she thought about Red and the picture he painted in her mind was that of a mischievous rougue. Someone who was streetwise and sneaky, but reliable to his friends.
She hoped the three of them would be able to accomplish the task set before them as she drained her ale, and went to speak to the bartender. She purchased a room for the night, paying for her meal as well, and went upstairs to sleep.
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