RP- The Shroud descends

Both Vesuvis and Vos were exhausted. The short burst of exhilaration against the wyrm had drained them of their energy and left them bruised and battered. Vos had a sustained a slight flesh wound to the arm where the wyrm had managed to get a lucky cut. Indeed, lucky was the correct term. Any deeper and Vos may have lost his good arm. Despite their scratches, they were both relieved. The great frost worm was dead. No longer will it torment the populace of whatever.

Vesuvis said to Vos, "Ahh, as per our verbal agreement, you may have first pick of the teeth."

Vos nodded and got to work extracted a mighty tooth from the beast's decapitated head. Its eyes had clouded over with a white gloss. Already a stench emanated from it. No unlike the smell of Frost. Vos noted that they may have come from the same stock. Well, they were both vile hideous creatures. Perhaps in the line before, a deranged wizard had mated a dragon with a human, creating both abominations from the womb of a... human? Wyrm? Vos thought it best not to continue thinking hard on that. He would discuss it at length with Vesuvis later.

It was a glorious day for Vesuvis. He had slayed a great monster. The Morekians had all but slaughtered the monsters of their homeland. It took a great many warriors, hundreds, perhaps thousands of men to slay a creature such as this. They had done it with two. Vesuvis thought to himself, this will make an excellent story to regale to the princesses and maidens in a town. Hmm, but now to find a city worthy of my presence.

Already he had made his way to Frost. He poked him with a stick. "Heya Flowery, or Flossy, or Foresty whatever. Where can I find a place to get a drink?"

 

Snow dug into the flesh of Ugos's bare arms and legs as he trudged forth, determined to make himself normal again. Whatever devilish power had been stored within that sword, he did NOT want it inside him. The closest town of any significance was Iceridge, but he forgot which direction it was from his current position. He went to ask a saurian, but all he got as an answer was a snort and glare.
"Alright, thanks for tha help then, dino-boy."
Another glare.
Shrugging, he set off to find a more helpful person.
A faint figure caught his eye, looking around expectantly. They looked human, so he figured that was his best shot. Jogging over, he slowly made out the form of... Aspathe?

 

//kinda confused where/what everyone is. Is Ugos near Vesuvis? Or near the Aspathe person? What does Ugos look like? Who is Aspathe? -.-

 

//Aight. Aspathe is an angel, but doesn't want anyone to know. She is feet's character. Slim, female, you know, how you would expect.
Ugos is a vast Orc without a family (literally everyone is dead), or friends. He is at the battlefield where the Saurians and Orcs were fighting, before temporarily calling a truce to fight the greater evil; a Cygor. Some kind of Cyclopean wizard-eating beast, apparently.

 

Frost blankly stared at the person before him... "What's a drink? Who am I? Who are you? Who is he?" Frost just stood up, and picked up a handful of snow, "what's this?"

 

Aspathe pried open the still-warm fingers of a dead Saurian and retrieved her staff, among other items once belonging to the dinosaur. Wasn't like he was going to be using them soon, she thought. Wiping her weapon of the blood and dirt that still clung onto the wood, she walked away from the confusion of battle. Another scream filled the air as the Cygor claimed another victim. At last when the staff was cleaned to satisfaction she unfolded her map, checking for a nearby place to stay where the air won't constantly be filled with the cries of the fallen. The symbol of a village caught her eye. The name was written in tiny handwriting below it. Aspathe's eyes squinted as she struggled to make out the small letters. Was that a "L"? Or was it an "I"? Frustrated, she crumpled the map and thrusted it into her bag. Stupid mapmakers, she thought. Can draw a country perfectly to scale, can't write in a normal sized font.

 

The figure moved on, despite his cries. Still not disheartened, he made after the person.
"YOOHOO! OVER 'ERE!"
The woman (it turned out) turned around. She was quite pretty, the big Orc thought with a little more than his brain.
"How may I help you, big one?"
Her voice was melodic, entrancing...
"Oh, me? Uh, hehe, how can I help you, you mean!"
"Excuse me? Well, perhaps you can assist me. I lost my ring in the chaos... I saw a goblin thief run off with it. If you would be so kind as to retrieve it, I would deeply grateful!" She winked, and tore a lump out of Ugos's heart.
"Uh, well of course, which-"
She was pointing her finger towards a distant hill, that had a strange shape.
Kind of like a skull, he mused.
Unheard warning bells screeched in his cloudy mind as he strode off. The woman behind him grinned a decidedly unfriendly grin as he lumbered off.

 

"What's a drink? Who am I? Who are you? Who is he?" Frost just stood up, and picked up a handful of snow, "what's this?" Frost said.

Vesuvis looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. Slowly a smile crept along his face. He turned to Vos and winked.

"Oogly boogly oogly goo!" Vesuvis hopped up and down waving his arms dramatically, "Wiggles my old friend! How dare you not remember your old captain! Its me, Lord Vesuvis!"

Vesuvis put his arm around Frost, "Don't you remember yourself? It was quite a blow but I did save you from the atrocious wyrm beast. Wiggles! Lets go! We haven't the time to dilly daddle. To the nearest town, ahoy!"

 

safari see the lights in a bar up to a mountain, he walk to get in it.

 

Frost had a blank look on his face, then he spoke. "Ok Sir!" Frost tried to get up and to walk towards Vesuvis,but he couldn't. "Do you mind helping me?" he asked politely.

 

//doesn't he have a broken back?

 

//Oh shit yeah :p Forgot xD

EDIT: Fixed

 

Hellish Hill, as the dilapidated sign in front read, was the lair of a group of bandit goblins led by the ruthless 'Bubbelsplatta'. He didn't sound too threatening, Ugos concluded as he walked into the ominously large entrance.
Why would goblins, tiny things, need such a large door?
Warily, he turned a dark corner and immediately smelt a wave of unspeakable odors waft past.
"UGRGKK" He choked as a particularly nasty smell found it's way up his nose.
A clash sounded; then another. The footsteps... many, many footsteps. They must've heard him! What kind of rudimentary trap had he fallen for!?
He crouched and ducked away from the torch nearby, hands scraping and sliding on unseen horrors. Fortunately for him, his hands were large enough to be considered a horror for anything lurking beneath him, so he was safe on that count at least.
He realised belatedly he didn't have a weapon.
That lady must have known I was unarmed!He realised he may have been tricked, too.

The goblins came around the corner.
"Splurt, whendoya fink we'll get dat shipmont?"
"When da ship comes, Knuckle! Gurd, you such a knuckle'ead."
"Uh, whassa khu nucklad?"
"I said KNUCKLE'EAD, BONEHEAD!"
"Whassat?"
'CLONK!'"Ow."

Then they were gone again. Must be a patrol or something, he thought. There'd be more where that came from.
Being a large Orc, he wasn't suited for stealth, and he knew only too well it wouldn't be long before his approach to this was thwarted. He considered leaving, when-

"GRRROOOOOAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH""Eheh, calm down, fella. Calm ye farm, there's a good Huckler."
"NRRGH."
What in Prospor was that?

 

safari die, because are no more coal. ( XD )

 

//xD

 

//XD

 

//xD

 

He slowly begins to heat up a stew in Lights old shack. Hes putting in the ingredients and preparing a very nice beer to go with it made out of orc blood. Sadly he is missing the body of a Saurian to complete his stew, Once the stew comes to a simmer he will go out and look for a fitting meat sack.

// :)

 

//Really :V Why would he go for me, ALL THE WAY OVER HERE... When there are Saurians nearby O_o

 

//Because you have water magic. Everyone likes a juicy steak.