aramil
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Dungeon
Jul 18, 2011 8:26:24 GMT -5
Post by aramil on Jul 18, 2011 8:26:24 GMT -5
Name of Game: The Great Dungeon
Type of Character Required: D&D compatible.
My Character Name: Aramil Age: 89 Gender: Male Four Powers: Improved senses, unnatural tracking ability, minor arcane magic, amazing aim. Extras: Owns an elven longbow, mithril chain shirt, and an enchanted longsword named Silmacil.
Beginning of Roleplay:
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aramil
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Jul 18, 2011 8:30:15 GMT -5
Post by aramil on Jul 18, 2011 8:30:15 GMT -5
Beginning of Roleplay:
Aramil leaned back in his chair, sipping at the taverns best wine. It was passing-fair, really, but that's the best humans can do. He had sent out a call two days ago for any brave adventurers that wanted a bit of gold should meet him here in The Broken Cup Tavern. This was the town's only tavern, you'd think word would spread faster. Shrugging slightly to himself, he continued to sip.
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Dungeon
Jul 18, 2011 8:48:35 GMT -5
Post by ::SeRiNiTy:: on Jul 18, 2011 8:48:35 GMT -5
My Character Name: Ali Rosewood Age: apearence 19 in human years. Gender: Female Four Powers: Priest Magic, Wizard Magic, Immunuty to pain Extras: Has the bow of light, the sword of shadows, and her old oak staff.
Beginning of Roleplay:
Ali Rosewood entered the tavern. She looked around, searching for the man with the gold. Ali walked over to the man drinking crappy wine. She had lived among only humans for so long, she had almost forgotten elven manners. She sat across from him. "How many more have arrived for your offer?"
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aramil
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Jul 18, 2011 8:53:48 GMT -5
Post by aramil on Jul 18, 2011 8:53:48 GMT -5
Aramil had watched the girl as she approached, and the fact that she was interested didn't surprise him in the least.
"Congratulations," Aramil said with a thin grin. "You're the first." He waved for one of the barmaids to bring another bottle.
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Dungeon
Jul 18, 2011 8:57:59 GMT -5
Post by ::SeRiNiTy:: on Jul 18, 2011 8:57:59 GMT -5
Ali rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't care if I were the last, so long as I get paid. You can understand that, correct?" Ali looked at the barmaid. Her stare made the barmaid shrink back a bit. Ali then looked at Aramil, and the woman continued to the table.
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aramil
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Jul 18, 2011 9:45:21 GMT -5
Post by aramil on Jul 18, 2011 9:45:21 GMT -5
Aramil only grinned at her words, but on the inside he was laughing. He had never heard of a mage being this monetarily concerned. Her manners could use some improvement, but that could wait. For now he only wanted to get her interested in the Dungeon.
"Here's where we're starting." Aramil said, unrolling a piece of heavy parchment. scrawled across the surface was a map, which seemed to have no entrance or exit. "Here's where we enter." He said calmly, pointing at a small room. Sipping from a glass of the new bottle, which was only marginally better than the last, he offered the newcomer a bit, waiting for questions.
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Dungeon
Jul 18, 2011 15:55:59 GMT -5
Post by crystaline440 on Jul 18, 2011 15:55:59 GMT -5
Character Name: Piastol Omaru Age: 28 Gender: Female Four Powers: Shadow chakra, wind chakra, blinding speed, Karugahn (mind powers) Extras: Scythe of Iarkrad (scythe only she can wield), throwing knives, Kaze (element changing sword)
A 'waitress' walked over to the table. She looked at the map, pitcher in hand. Piastol took the map and held it up to look at it. "This looks like it would be fun to do. How much you paying for doing this little journey?" Piastol had disguised herself by making her hair black, but she still wore her crop top outfit, seeing it would be fit to wear as a waitress and maintain her cover.
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aramil
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Jul 18, 2011 16:57:58 GMT -5
Post by aramil on Jul 18, 2011 16:57:58 GMT -5
Aramil looked up at the waitress, confused for a moment. His elven senses detected a hint of magic around this one too. A clever ruse.
"You get a share of any and all loot." Aramil said taking another sip. "Provided you can hold your own against a couple gnolls."
He carefully took the map back, retracing the path he had taken on the last journey in. "I remember treasure being in this area." He said pointing out a group of three clustered rooms.
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Dungeon
Jul 18, 2011 20:06:21 GMT -5
Post by crystaline440 on Jul 18, 2011 20:06:21 GMT -5
"Then count me in. I can handle any overgrown mutts. I have to handle one little thing before I go." Piastol chucked a knife and nailed a man in the middle of his throat. Piastol made a hand sign and shadows wrapped around the dead man's body and faded away. "My bounty will be transfered to my account." Piastol sat down and took off her hat and apron. Her appearence returned to normal. "Miss me Ali?" Piastol said with a smile.
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aramil
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Jul 18, 2011 20:33:49 GMT -5
Post by aramil on Jul 18, 2011 20:33:49 GMT -5
Aramil's eyebrows arched up in surprise. A magical bounty hunter, and a priestess. Combined with his skill with a blade, this would be a simple matter.
"Are you two ready to depart? Or shall I order another drink? Maybe one for you?" He asked, offering a glass of wine to Piastol.
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Dungeon
Jul 19, 2011 9:16:23 GMT -5
Post by ::SeRiNiTy:: on Jul 19, 2011 9:16:23 GMT -5
"Piastol, I thought you would be here soon. Come to make sure Graves isn't your only income?" Ali looked at Aramil. She was not smiling, but a hint of humor was in her eyes. "My name is Ali Rosewood of the Grandmother Village. All you need to know is that I have the capability of holding my own. As a blood mage, I was trained properly. When in battle, do not get in my way." Ali sat back, looking around. She had her back straight. She looked at Piastol, smirking. "Piastol, I think I have been around you barbarians for too long. I need to return to the elves or go to Trent."
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aramil
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Jul 19, 2011 9:59:11 GMT -5
Post by aramil on Jul 19, 2011 9:59:11 GMT -5
Aramil thought about Ali's statement. A blood mage? Interesting profession, he had only heard of them in books. From what he had read, he knew not to get in her way. Blood magic was powerful, period, end of statement.
Turning to the bounty hunter, he studied her careful, trying to see how well she could hold her own. Her bounty "capture" was impressive, no doubt about it, but would that be enough against trained opponent who were charging at her?
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Dungeon
Jul 19, 2011 11:49:20 GMT -5
Post by crystaline440 on Jul 19, 2011 11:49:20 GMT -5
"Yes, to answer your question Aramil, I can hold my own against anyone and anything. I am the granddaughter of the great Kagaru." Piastol said, easily reading his mind. "And Ali, money is money, no matter where it comes from. If you go back to the elves instead of back to lil Trenty's bedroom, stop by my dad's and tell him your one of my allies. He'll treat you nice. And no thanks, I don't drink before a mission, only when I'm counting my reward." Saphire appeared from the shadows and landed on Piastol's lap, purring. "Saphire, meet Ali. She's an ally, so behave." Saphire looked at Ali with eyes like Piastol's and meowed.
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Dungeon
Jul 19, 2011 19:38:56 GMT -5
Post by ::SeRiNiTy:: on Jul 19, 2011 19:38:56 GMT -5
Ali looked at the cat with little interest. She narrowed her eyes at Piastol's statement about Trent. Ali got up. She straightened her tunic. Ali sighed. "If we are going, let's go. To waste is to make me a bit more edgy than usual. Do you remember the last time such had happened, Piastol?" Ali looked at Aramil. "Sir, I hate to be rude, but I think it is senseless to waste such time. It may be crutial."
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aramil
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Jul 19, 2011 20:42:34 GMT -5
Post by aramil on Jul 19, 2011 20:42:34 GMT -5
Aramil stretched, and put down a couple gold coins for the wine. The coins themselves were strange, a bit larger than average. They came from the dungeon, and were older than any human kingdom.
"very well then, come with me." He said, nodding to the barkeeper. However, he did not make for the exit. Instead he went into a back room, where his backpack sat upon a table, full of provisions and other needed gear. Putting it on his back, he sat down in one of the chairs, waiting for the others.
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