The Chosen

[Vincent Silver]

// I have an rough idea for the storyline of this RP but this intro post won't tell much about it, just introduce my character and give people a chance to interact. The RP is based on a D&D quest my friends and I have played, I would like to keep the group of advenrutures to about 6, after that anyone else who joins should make a villan character. I know my writing skills aren't the best but I have some good plans for this RP and I hope some of you will join me. If anyone is intrested in playing the main villan PM me and let me know. Your free to use your current character or make one up if you like.

 

A bit about the quest: In the oringal quest that our DM had made, one of the advenures in the group (a worshiper of Shar) was choosen by Shar to find the pieces of the sword Godsbane(The form Mask took during the Time of Trouble, and the only sword with the power to kill a god.) and use it to defeat Selune. The group of adventures that had travled with the man before he turn to Shar's cause were each choosen by their gods to help stop the man. Each adventurer, including the villan, were given special powers by their god mimicing the gods powers.

 

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The a small gust of wind blew through the streets of Silvermoon, causing the hanging wooden sign creek and shake back and forth on it's chains. The signs was once a grand marking, now the gold paint that had once gave the engraved words "The Fading Light" was now dull and chiped. The door to the establishment alos showed ware and tear, the once shiny golden door handle faded and smuged from many vistors hands, the inside of the building though didn't show the wear that the outter did. Aside from the thin layer of pipe smoke and smell of ale in the room it looked grand, a long bar stood aginst the right wall, a total of 10 bar stolls lines along it's length, to the back of the room a large fireplace surround by three coushined chairs, as well many tables, each with six chairs, in the center, finnaly to the left a stair case lead up obviously to the inn. Many patrons filled the bar room but one seemed to catch most eyes. A halfling, the only one in the tavern in fact, with dark red hair parted back, a few strands falling over his dark green eyes. He was thin, wearing a tight red sleveless shirt showing off an muscular chest and arms, he wore a pair of slightly baggy black pants and mtaching black leather boots, his belt held a short sword and a dagger as well as a rather plump money pouch. He was currently sitting

at a teble with 5 dwarfs, the table full of bottles of ale, each person holding a mug, it was obvious they were having a drinking contest. The young halfling was laughing and drinking with the dwarfs, but if you watched closer you could see the his hand reaching into the two closest dwarfs money puouches and taking a few gold pieces with each drink, the entire time still laughing and joking with te dwarfs who were unaware of the robery in progress.

 

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// Now just introduce your characters, the fun will start once I get a few more players. Have fun

[Xaious, Master of Time]

OOC: Ok, this isn't the same Xaious that I use everywhere else at the Pen. This Xaious is a necromancer, my D&D character. Mayhaps do-able as Xaious in a former life, but not the 'same' one as elsewhere, so..yeah..Expect differences. No time magic from him.

 

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In a less-than-well-lit corner sat Xaious Meliamne, a half-elven necromancer, dressed in black silken robes with silver designs and runes, brown hair to his back, and brown eyes, and his gray and white cat.. Had anyone other than the bar and inn's owner and employess noticed this one, they'd have thought that he looked rather displeased; his cat only looked sleepy. And he had that right, as this was his home-town. He really didn't like that fact. Especially considering that he had been living there the entire 23 years of his life, and the last 13 with his less-than-enjoyable room-mates, a wizard and a sorceror, both stronger than he, and both having the idea somehow implanted in their heads that he was their own little slave. Being a necromancer didn't help, either. No one really likes necromancers.

And he knew that he was being watched by the employees. They weren't too thrilled that he'd rather stay there all day. Especially since his last prank, a week earlier.

----------A week earlier---------

Xaious was in the bar, idly sipping his ale while actually enjoying the company of a few drunks and his cat. They had been introducing themselves, but he was more worried about getting some free food from them. He had an idea for how to do this, and it worked.

After introducing himself, and seeing how drunk they really were-duely noting that a half-orc in the group had thelargest chunk of steak left-, Xaious invited them all to enjoy in a prank. So they called the waitress over, and ordered another steak and a round of ale. She returned with their order, and they thanked her.

But as she turned to leave, Xaious casted blindness and deafness on her, and she walked into a chair and fell, to the enjoyment and laughter of everyone. She tried to get up, but tripped in the process, and everyone laughed again. Xaious even 'tried' to help her up, but she fought against it, and fell back down, so he went back to the table, and they all had a merry time, as the cat, Greebouy, stole the half-orc's steak, which Xaious shortly ate.

Shortly thereafter, the entire group was kicked out, they went to Xaious's house, he was turned into a chicken, they stole his room-mate's spell-books, went to a cleric, and had him turned back, but that's a different story.

-------------Present---------------

He always had fun messing with the employees, especially that one girl....She always fought back when he blinded her, or tripped her, or even tricked her into buying him a few rounds. Fun times.

But now, he was more intent on studying this halfling, a new character in town, he reckoned. He found it odd to see a halfling drink so much, so boisterous, and not get killed. And he looked a litttle too shifty.

He would have to keep a good eye on this one.

That, or maybe kill him in a back alley; a short zombie might be good to have.

 

OOC: No worries, I don't suspect he'll be killing him. Now, well, um...interact as you need. I'm sure you could figure out how to make do like a sarcastic necromancer who really hates the town he lives in.

Remember, Necromancers don't just make undead.

They make dead, too.

(Yeah, the cat's name is Greebouy. If you remember where that's from, kudos, brownie points, and your character won't get zombified if/when they die.)

[Elwen]

Sitting alone in the darkest corner of the tavern, Eleni Sinnodel sips at her drink, green eyes staring straight ahead. The beautiful Elven sorceress is alone…but then, she is always alone these days. Even dancing in the middle of a crowd, she is alone in the midst of a crush of people, not one of them she knew.

 

Eleni prefers it that way. Slowly, she climbs to her feet and stretches, slender, almost boyish hips swaying with the languid movement, letting her body move to the rhythm of the bard’s song that echoes inside her head, where no one else could hear. The soft, lilting flute music her brother had always loved…

 

Ever since his death, her twin has become a part of her. He may no longer live and breathe, betrayed by the goddess that he had loved, but Eleni lives for both of them. She is androgynous…she is ice. She is the moonless night.

 

Soft laughter bubbles up from between her lips, as she tosses her head, long blond hair coming loose to flow around her face.

 

Leaving some money on the table for her drink, Eleni walks over to a table where five dwarves and a halfling are gambling.

 

“May I join in?” she asks softly, her voice like ice, as she waits for an answer.

[Vincent Silver]

The laughing dulled down for a moment as the halfling turned to look at the woman behind him. "You wanna join in eh? Whadda say boys?" The drawfs exchange a few rude comments about how she can "join me anyday" and the laughter boomed up once again. The halfling turned in his seat and offered his hand to the young lady behind him, "Name's Cha'may Rosenkin love, feel free to take me' place I had enough for tonight." He took her hand gently and kissed it, a never seasing grin on his face as he got up and headed to the bard plaing near the fireplace. He tossed a few coins into his lap, "With music that bad you should be payin' me to listen to it" he laughed as he began to walk away, the bard grited his teeth at the comment and called out loud enough for the entire tavern to hear, "Well I guess I should really be thanking the dwarfs for the tip, seeing as how you took all their money!" The laughter at the nearby table suddenly stoped as the five dwarfs check their money pouches and found their gold indeed gone, they all stood up, some grabing battle axes others cracking thier nuckles. The halfling began to dart for the door but two of the dwarfs were closer and reached it, blocking his way. Cha'may cursed as the other dwarfs soon surrounded him. "What should we do with em eh?" One dwarf asked in a rought accent. "I say we chop em' up then take o'r gold back!" The halfling turned in place looking at each dwarf that surroumnded him, the grin back on his face as he drew two short swords, one in each hand, "Don't make me hurt you boys..."

[Elwen]

On seeing the confrontation between the dwarves and the halfling, Eleni's lips quirk upward slightly. This could prove to be...interesting.

 

Quietly, she walks near to where the halfling is surrounded by the dwarves, though not in range of any melee combat, and murmurs a spell under her breath, though choosing not to complete it, in favor of seeing what happens next.

[Xaious, Master of Time]

Xaious chuckled. It wasn't often enough that people fought in this inn. Meaning this would be a great chance for more mischief.

And he knew just the spell for that.

Xaious began chanting a simple ray of exhaustion spell -noting that half the waitresses were watching him, and smiled- and let the spell loose: One of the dwarves nearest the door suddenly slumpt over, too weakened to stand upright. His companion saw this, and helped him to a chair.

Xaious laughed out loud, rising, another spell on his lips as a waitress came over to escort him out.

[cryptomancer]

At the edge of the bar, a tall slender man stands, his back to the comotion, raising his head slightly to sip his drink, he turns as he does so, his brown eyes gleaming from under his hood. Dressed in black with a dark blue/black cloak, he notes the actions of the combatants, smiles to himself, and returns to his drinking, shifting his stance and weight to free the ebony katana at his side from the folds of his cloak.

 

[Elwen]

Eleni shifts again slightly, as she touches the rapier sheathed at her side. The sword of a dead man, whose face she wore...

 

Shinni... the Elf clenches her fist involuntarily against the memory of golden hair surrounding serene, forever-stilled features of haunting beauty.