RP- The Shroud descends

The battlefield was in ruins, but Ugos could see the slim figure of Ella when he looked hard enough. Seeking company in at least one of his friends was high on his list at this moment.
"Ella.. we have to find Light. Or whatever it was, in case it is. We need to figure out what's happened to him; we thought he was dead. Something foul is afoot..."

 

Frost saw the lance heading towards him, and his instinct told him to dodge, which he did. "I thought he would help me!" Frost thought to himself, he noticed Tooth, and nodded, the lizard morphing into the lightning sword.

Frost scrambled around in his mind, grasping a couple of words of the human language. "Ssstop… pleassse help, I mean no harm," Frost sheathed his own sword, raising his arms in a sign of peace.

 

Ok... Sorry

 

A dark figure staggers into a bar.
Bartender: "Excuse me lass... you dont look so well"
Light: "Just give me a god dam drink you old hag....!" He says while clutching his arm. It seems Ugos did make a wound. He is in a tattered cloak sitting on a bar stool.
It seems hes dragged himself from the forest area into a random town he has passed into.
He scarfs down a feel beers and a waitress walks up to him..
Waitress: Mmmm"You look mighty fine for a youngin... you have a lot of battle wounds.. i like wounds..."
Light stares at the woman and gets a crooked smile, he rips her arm off and tosses it at the barkeep. He then slowly walks out of the bar and laughs with a mug in his hand.

He has now begun to bring more chaos into this unruly world.

 

//O_O

 

// Kinda confused about Tooth, blukey. Is that another lizard creature around, or is it Frost's sword which can shapeshift into a lizard?

"My lord!" Surprised by the rapid movement of the creature, Vos steadied himself, the lance held firmly in his hand. "Th- the creature speaks!"

Vesuvis raised an eyebrow. The creature before him was scaly yet man-like. It had spoken in human tongue too. That was not as surprising, as Vesuvis already realized that many creatures here were intelligent. Yet with intelligence comes craftiness. Immediately Vesuvis suspected some sort of trick. The creature was not as wounded as he had previously thought, as it managed to summon enough agility to quickly maneuver away from Vos' blow.

Hopping off his horse beside Vos, Vesuvis quietly said a few commands to Vos to stay alert and then began to walk towards the creature. He stuck his nose up in somewhat repulsion at not only its looks, but at a stench that only the servant boys had when they removed a month old supply of fish from the kitchen.

"Your name, creature?" He joyfully said to the scaly cretin in front of him. "And please, I beg of you to find fulfillment in the simple noble tradition of bathing."

 

"My name..." "What is my name?" he thought to himself, he didn't know his real name, but people called him Frost. "People call me Frost, and... I do bathe, that's just the smell of blood, you should get used to it, but from the way you speak... it doesn't appear like you've ever been in a proper, fight."

"I'm heading to the Saurian city of Slath, where my parents reside, after my home town Ravish was destroyed... I have a feeling something is chasing me, that's why I lost my steed, and I'm covered in blood..." Frost sniffed the air, the howling snow was blocking his sense of direction, but he knew something was off...

"And your name?" Frost had barely the time to utter "human" before a snow-wyrm burst through the snow, it was previously lying underground, waiting for potential prey, then striking. The huge creature towered above them, roaring primally and beginning to strike. "I knew something was off!" Frost yelled, turning to the human.

 

//Blue is confusing just try to cope and understand. His answers will never be good enough. :(

 

//:3 Tooth is a little lizard who can turn into a sword :D I always get carried away, I think of one thing, then it gets wiped out by another idea :(

 

Frost. Vesuvis chuckled. A strange name for a creature that is supposedly preferential to a warm climate. There were no lizards in Morek, you had to travel to the south to catch a glimpse of the scaly animals.

"...it doesn't appear like you've ever been in a proper fight." Frost said.

Vesuvis laughed. It was true, he had not been in a fight for 10 years. Ever since the Morekians had finished their conquering, Vesuvis had little to do in the Donghaiwei. It was 10 years ago where he was a captain of a small band of men, subordinate to the Ordmasters who issued their commands from their armored chargers. The fighting was fierce in those times as the lands from Zhongyuan to Shomrak were annexed to the Morekian empire. Even further than that, colonies were placed on the islands of Libidizied and the Dalians were pacified and convert to Stargazing. It was indeed a wonderful time of Vesuvis life.

Now that it was over, a good fight was something that he was seeking! The academy in Donghaiwei provided the technique and skill, but not the experience or glory. Why, this lizard-man would be a ticket to find further glory!

Perhaps it was destiny that led Vesuvis to the path at that moment. Or perhaps it was merely a coincidence. At the very moment a great monster reared its head and screeched terribly. A wyrm, a great serpent that inhabits the cold lands revealed itself. It surprised Vesuvis that it had managed to sneak undetected for so long. It was likely the swirling blizzard of snow that allowed it to move in stealth on their position.

Whatever the case, Vesuvis was glad that he brought his father's warmest bear hide. He was going to need it.

Vesuvis turned to his squire who was standing a few feat back, gripping the lance tightly. Vesuvis yelled through the Wyrms screeching, "Vos! Our glory has arrived!"

Vos looked upon the creature in sudden fear. However, his loyalty to his lord was outstanding and he managed to muster a weak smile. He said to Vesuvis, "Milord, may I be the first to procure its teeth?"
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//awww yeah, lets kill this dragon wrym thing!

 

//remember blukey... let it hurt you. AT LEAST ONCE. xD

 

//YES YES, I know! He's already wounded, so in his hurt state, he's likely to get hurt even more X3
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Frost looked back at the wyrm, it looked hungry... and that is usually a bad sign. "Wait...don't attack it yet," Frost cautiosly limped towards the wyrm, it leveled its head with him, he began talking to it, and it looked to be listening. He went to place his hand on its head, and that's where he made his mistake, as a rule of thumb, physical contact with a wary creature generally alarms it.

The wyrm, shocked at the sense of Frost's hand on it, jerked its head angrily into him. Frost yelled as he was flung backwards, and hit his back on a rock, there was an alarmingly loud crack, and Frost stiffened.

"i-i-I..." he broke into a fit of coughing, spurting blood from his mouth, "I th-think I b--b...broke something..." Frost collapsed onto the ground, burying his face into the snow, screaming in silent agony. Frost was out of the fight for now, it was up to the human to fight, Frost would look on from the ground.

 

Name: Safari
Race: Space Cyborg
Age: 3 058 073 light years
Home: Star-ship model: Lighting L2
Specialty: Technology, Space ranged weapons
back-story: A abandoned kid in the city of caelondia, one time he have entered in the middle of a war, the 300 spartan war.
when he reached the center was opened a circular door on the dirt floor all ones in the war was shocked. the kid fall down 569 678 678 kilometers of distance and smashed him head. once again he have resurrected, but he haves some robot parts, and the strange old sir appeared in the shadows of the dark office, and spoke: now you a bot, with artificial intelligence
i ill reset your memory, and you ill be a space trooper. the kid gets up for the third time and now he are no more a kid, he have a strange armor and a dark helmet. he now is in the middle of war again, but now he are programed to destroy. and he did. he destroy all the enemy troopers, and the ally's. he was now a murderer, with no hearth and no brain, only a computer center inside him, programed to destroy and health him self.



i join late.. i know, but i can fix my self into the history

 

In the end, it's zollie's decision, his ownership and such. But in my opinion, we have enough guys already… and did you see the setting, cyborg space trooper? Would be out of place :l

But, zollie's the judge here… :D

 

//Looks good, only you may want to either find another RP set in the future, or maybe alter some details (He's an old dwarven cyborg, with cogs and gears rather than AI and space trooper status. Sorry, but this RP is set sometime a long time ago, with swords, bows, (Possibly extremely early guns?), shields, armour etc.

 

//Zo, I think the dwarves would have guns… They have cannons so just do the math,

 

//They don't have guns. Or cannons. They use highly enhanced melee weaponry and improved ranged weapons. (Faster firing crossbows, extending spears.) They would need gunpowder to create guns, and only above ground dwellers find that in big quantities.

 

//But... But… the dwarves always have cannons ;-;

 

// you dont understand correctly. the cyborg is a very very old one, with old and dark iron skin, bad make, and ugly. and the future gun, i mean maybe an little advanced cross bow, like a fire crossbow. han?

//i have make a start history :D look:

he falls down from sky, with no memory and the left arm, (the energy it makes him works is a coal energy)
the coal was ending, so he are fatigued. he activated the fire crossbow and launch fire to the skies, maybe some one ill see the warning?

 

//Again, he's from space; kind of the wrong era. Also, you said his home was a space ship? How is that an 'old' one? Sorry.