KAG-themed Role Playing Game [Complete]

noc? how do we start? my axe is ready to hack something

edit to avoid double post: SirEndgame, think up something creative, as long as it doesn't involve aliens, undead cheese and the cookie monster its fine

 

Anyone ready to begin?

 

Name: Sir Endgame
Gender: male
Loyalty: Blue
Character traits: Sir endgame is an odd fellow. A trickster by trade, he lives in solitude in a rather cozy grotto underneath the bridge connecting the North and South. There, he brews strange conconcotions and invents mischevious machinery. He uses these to spread grief to the nation of reds, who he is a refugee from. However, his loyalty lies with blue and will stay that way forever. He has created the chicken launcher, the slingshot, paralysis food posiining, the Audio curse, and has recently perfected what will later become Spray paint.

The now decaying Arthur has recently requested that he make a sige machine to counter the red's invasion.

He is actually a skilled swordsman, but takes far more pride in his gags and gadgetry.

EDIT" I'm ready.

 

We begin, I suppose. Let's start our posts with the name of our character and a colon like thiS

Noc: I run and bla bla bla

And when we're not in character we use parentheses like this:

(brb)

 

SirEndgame: I keep scribbiling on the what seems to be the endless expanses of the grotto I reside in. Though the main living quarters is small and cozy, it expands into a huge network of never ending tunneles which i use as a workshop and storage area. I can see all my former inventions - old and new, unsucessful and suscessful - before me.

I was on about the 4th hour now for coming up with the siege machine concept. King Arthur gave me this great honor and responsibility - but as the night dragged on, it felt more like a burden.

I reached for a jar of milk and take a swig, then quickly spit it out.

It was then I remeber I was keeping stale milk to poison one of the red basecamps with.

 

Nice! So you're the mad scientist contracted to build a weapon of mass destruction? Sounds perfectly safe

 

Noc: I sit on my high-standing throne with pride. I playfully twirl the stone on my necklace as I await any visitors. I have been expecting a Blue messenger, but he should have arrived hours ago so I'll assume he died. Without a message of surrender, I hop off my throne and approach the door. My two body guards stay nearby. Just as I reach for the doornob, the door swings open and walks in one of my knights. He carries a bloody sword.

"Sir, a group of Red knights randomly attacked. You must stay inside where it's safe; they're headed your way."

 

Red knights? when you are the king of the RED kingdom?

Tratiors, or just a typo?

 

Traitors, sorry I wasn't so clear I'm multitasking.

 

SirEndgame: Watching me regurgitated (ick.) milk sink into the cracks of the cave, it inspired me somehow. i quickly got back to work, doodling on my wall like some sort of mad man. it took another hour, but i finally got a concept - and a nearly finalized design, to boot. Pleased with myself, I let out first a chuckle, then howls of laughter - nearly maniacal. (i do have a few screws loose, actually, but that is a story from another time.) my triumphant laughter echoed out of th caves.

Unbenknownst to me, a few knights heard me and began to investigate.

Red knights.

The unsavory kind.

 

Ulric: What's this? A letter from Noc? Let's see... the magnificent glorious Noc blah blah blah, requests my AID in dealing with a bunch of measley traitors? He better bloody well pay for it... Ah here we go, 'For your co-operation the fabulous and most utterly excellent Noc is willing to pay you 500 gold coins' *sigh* Better get on with it, I wonder where they are.

 

Noc: I retreat back to the safety of my throne. Traitors I think. But how? How could my own kind resist my control? I order my guards to block the door. I pull out my own sword and stand up. My heart races as I hear a scream from outside. The door thumps. They're attacking the entrance.

"Stay there!" I command my guards as I retreat further into the palace. I begin to panic as I hear screams from the room I just left. I go down into the underground food celler. A gaurd follows me and tells me a bounty of 500 coins has been put towards whoever can kill the attackers. I calm down.

 

Ulric: Well, it would have been useful to tell me WHERE the traitors actually are, but the screams coming from the castle sound vaguely promising. I stride to my makeshift stable in the hope of riding there instead of walking on foot. Five minutes later I set off to the castle on foot, realising that had eaten my horse in a drunken rage last Saturday. It should only take me an hour or so at a sprint to reach the castle... and then I'll get to have a 'friendly discussion' with those traitors. I'm looking forward to that...

 

Noc: I make it down to the cellar and dig through food, looking for a place to hide. I empty a crate of wheat and climb inside. I hear yet another scream from above and then a voice:
"WHERE IS NOC!?"

How could a small group kill so many of my men? I think
I tell my last guard to hide near me.

 

(Hella = badass) Ulric: Finally, after about an hour of non-stop running, the castle gates lie before me... wait.... why is everyone dead? I approach the gates cautiously, trying to ignore the fact that my armour made of human bones is making a racket. I sneak in, though there was little point as there is not one live soul around. It is then I see the main doors of the castle, forced open by a battering ram, discarded on the stone courtyard. I run in, no longer caring about my pathetic attempt at stealth. I saw the doors of what must be the throne room up ahead, smashed open as though by massive strength! Inside I hear a voice "WHERE IS NOC?" Found them. I charge in, yelling my war cry, then stop, falter, a group of seven knights dressed in red armour stare at me. But I stare up as a shadow of something falls on my face. Something very VERY big. A giant.

 

SirEndgame: A battlion of red knights greeted me at the door yesterday, bearing a note from noc.

"I, the gret, mighty, and powerful noc decalre that you shall cease all operations or face consequences".

I walked over to my storage cabinets, where I pretended to write a response. using slight of hand I got a few vials of sleep toxin and gaseuos-paint-in-a-can (spray paint).

I quickly barraged them with vial after vial, toxin after toxin, curse after curse. The now drugged and completely disoriented knights were easy to fall, and I got a 7+ in one strike, sending their bodies into the rapids below.

Only one knight remained, and he quickly dropped his weapon. He was at the back of the mob, and thus, unaffected by all the toxins.

"Mercy, good sir, mercy!" he pleaded.

he lifted his sleeve, revealing the insingia of king Arthur; Only citizens of the North beared this mark. the unique coloing ( which I invented) glows when it becomes cold. The grotto, being an underground cave in all, was actually quite chilly, and the glow was ovious.

He explained he was one of the traitors, who decided to bail on the rest when he learned that they were actually going to try to lay siege on the castle of Noc.

I had my own reasons as well. I know the presence of a traitor will draw Ulric, the man feared by an entire nation, straight to me... and I'll certainly have the upper hand.

He was a traitor of the red nation. Bearing the mark of the north and being enliste din the south allowed him to traverse freely. however, he seeked shelter.

I agreed to provide him with the spare cot, as he seemed to be a trustworthy fellow.