RP- The Shroud descends

//Oh for fucks sake, he doesn't even know me! How can he know? I sense a metagame coming on >:(

 

//get on with the RP fellas

 

//:) Because you caught his eye with ur juicyness. Ur done kid. and who said he's met you yet c:

 

//no powergaming >:(

 

// Please continue, this is very amusing to read and get a picture in my head. Btw y'all are very good roleplayers and I look forward to more.

Edit; Coming into the realization that I love to rp, I should have joined this when it started. I would join but I really don't see a place to fit in.

 

Ugos continued down the damp passage, being careful not to touch anything, and had to hide from a couple more goblin patrols.
He learned that their names had no rhyme or rhythm; Inky, Squack, Bigtum, Tiny Toof were what he could recall hearing.
"Ahk!"
He tripped and fell still as footsteps came hurrying to find the noise.
"Wot was dat, Pipsy?"
"Fink it was dat big greenie over dere."
He froze even more, if possible.
"Mmh. Let's teach 'im not to make such a wacket, eh?"
"Sounds gude, Jute."

He tensed as the goblins came running at him. They were clad in hard leather tunics and one wielded a spear, the other a torch.
As the spear goblin lunged forward, he nimbly rolled aside and kicked it's bare shins. It squealed and fell to the ground with a thump.
The other goblin reached forward and swung it's torch down to meet Ugos, and though he again rolled aside, he was singed on his arm.
"NRGGH" With a yell, he leapt up and tackled the torch goblin, and with a punch as deadly as a comet, the goblin was sent sprawling. The torch flickered out.
The other goblin recovered and looked up in anger. "Whutchu fink yer doin', big guy!? You is ded!"
It jumped forward and swung the spear in a large arc, whacking Ugos in the back.
"Nngh.. Is... that... so?!"
He grabbed the smoldering torch and threw it directly at the goblin's angry face.
It was a direct hit. The goblin clutched at his boiling face and shrieked in agony. "NOOOOO. BIG GUY KIL PIPSY. HE NOT KILL JUTE THO. HUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU-"
Another punch.

He grabbed the spear and impaled both goblins simultaneously, creating a strange kind of skewer. Still thinking about what this Huckler was, he took the makeshift pet food with him.

 

He spots a pig and tackles it. "Well.. this isnt a lizard but it'lll do." He walks back into the shack and slices the pigs throat pouring its blood into the stew then throwing its body in. It brews and he grabs the pot with both hands and pours his black flames into it. The stew turns a dark blue, he gets a wooden bowl from a shelf in the shack and he dips it into the stew. He then puts his head back and jugs the soup, he falls back onto the wall of the shack and dives into the stew letting it seep into his cuts. They blend into his dead demon like skin and making the wounds disappear.

This Is The Work Of Black Magic.
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//sorry for not continuing, lots of school work... ill post some more tomorrow.
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//Come be one of Vesuvis' servants! He always needs more people to spit shine his sneakers.

 

//Yeah I will pass on your offer. I'm not much of a servant type person.

 

//xD ok

 

Meanwhile, a band of humans, seeking food and cloth for their village, had set out to kill a dragon, and take his supplies. Now this dragon, called Tage, was not like the other dragons, he didn't care about the precious metals, and really, all that hard gold left a mark on his behind. So he rested on sheets of cloth, lightly toasted around the edges from previous accidents involving his flame breath, he didn't care about the other races, he hadn't interfered with them for so long, he had nearly forgotten they existed at all, but that was about to change.

Now, he had just been back from exploring over at Donghaiwei, in Dwilight, now, he didn't cause much trouble, but he did have to burn a couple of people every now and then. he had settled back down, and he was thinking of tomorrow, when he would meet with other dragons, when a sound echoed around the canyon, the sound, of a scream.

*le switch to first person*

I saw the man in front of me slip and tumble off the mountain, smashing his neck on a sharp rock. We just continued on, at the order of the knight leading our adventure, Sir Harold, he didn't care how many people died, as long as he got what he came for. We finally made it inside the cave, I was just a peasant, what was I even doing here? Risking my life?

But I had no time to think of an answer, for before us, lay a gleaming, vermilion dragon, we all stopped, except Sir Harold, who strode confidently up to the dragon. He eyed the fine cloths, silks and food that it guarded, before speaking, "Dragon..."
Tage looked up, and Sir continued, "we have need of your possessions you guard, either let us have your stock hold, or we will forcibly take it.

The dragon just stared, and then, with an ancient and rolling voice, it spoke, "So, be, it..." Sir Harold suddenly charged at the creature, but was knocked back by a large breath of the mighty beast. It then opened its mouth, and a stream of concentrated, boiling, flame shot out, directly into the knight's visor, boiling him alive.

Suddenly everyone was grabbing their weapons, and attacking, the dragon whacked a woman with its tail, instantly killing her, I rushed over, grabbing her spear, and throwing it at the dragon, it failed to dig in and bounced harmlessly off its hard hide. Men all around me were dying, I saw my friend Nicholas sprint as fast as he could the dragon, I'd never seen someone go from standing up right, charging, to lying on the ground, decapitated, in such a short amount of time.

I saw Henry climbing towards me with a gut wound, his intestines trailing behind him, "Jake! You're- ARGH BLOODY [REDACTED], I mean... You're the..." I eagerly awaited his reply, what was it? Was I an heir to the king? Did I possess magic? "You're the man wh-" it was too late, Henry had fainted from the pain. I had no time to mourn him, for I was grabbed by the dragon, and the jaws loomed before me, and it all ended.

*le switch back*

It was all over, Tage looked at the bodies strewn around him, he wished he could have avoided it. Now, he knew what was happening, other dragons had been complaining, about more attacks on their homes, and he'd had enough of it. He flexed his wings, and lumbered out of his caves, he began to circle ominously around the town, called Iceridge, until he was noticed.

The warning bell rang out, and the guard shouted "DRAGON! DRAGON! DRAGON EVERYBODY" Tage snorted furiously and engulfed the watchtower in flames, with the guard inside. There was panic, as he wreaked havoc and instilled fear in the townspeople, many just threw themselves at the dragon, embracing their fate.

He left one survivor, then picked the soldier up, he flew a long way, and eyed a skull shaped hill. He could smell orc, it had gone down that passage, all he had to do, was breath a jet of flame down, and the orc would be burnt to a crisp, but he decided not to. What he did do, however, was fling the terrified soldier inside the passageway, maybe the orc would find him, maybe not. It would spread fear however, and people would get the message.

That. The. Dragons. Were. Back...

 

//again, 'he smelled orc' 'he flew a long way' part of RP is the experiencing of it. Not just 'he got there and found him the end' :l

 

Vesuvis loaded Frost onto his horse, Gale Record. The horse, a stern creature bred from the mightiest pack horses, had calmly stood up the road a ways down while the battle was taking place. It knew that if it ran in the cold and dreary winter day, it would not survive. Here, its master would take of him.

"Wiggles, friend, we ought to get to get to a town." Vesuvis said sadly. He realized that Frost couldn't remember anything. Perhaps he may come in use if they meet more creatures such as he.

So the trio headed along the road, safely arriving in the next city. Vesuvis and Vos walking while Gale Record carried Frost upon his back. Soon, the smoke from a nearby village could be seen rising high above the sky. Hope spread across their faces as they pressed onward. Their thoughts all turned to a warm fire and a nice hot bath.

 

// Who is the main antagonist of this story? It it Gorth, the Shroud or the villians you guys make up? For they(Gorth&Shroud) both seem to be highly inactive in the Rp as of the moment.

 

//Gorth and the Shroud are meant to be the main antagonist, it's just everyone keeps making up new sidequests.

 

//Ahahaaha... ... ...yeah. As I said, though, to the rpers anyway, there will be something big with them soon enough.

 

// :) It's good that Gorth is "shrouded" in mystery for now. We're given no description of him, so until it's revealed, we can just imagine what he looks like.

 

// From the beginning I knew the end....

 

//:L

 

// I'm kidding, but I think I know.