Sesvin TalaharArriving at the inn you had been directed to by the merchant, you're pleased to find it both clean and reasonably priced. The downstairs is occupied by a large table-filled room and the kitchen, where masses of food are prepared to feed the crowds of customers. At the moment, the main room is nearly full of feasting and quaffing citizens, but you make contact with the innkeeper and rent out one of the few rooms on the upstairs level.
Idem ValanYou lead the wary beggar to an alley and beckon him in. When you ask him about information on the city, he seems to relax a little, apparently under the misapprehension that you only require knowledge from him.
"Well, yeh've got the City Watch. They're all around their buildin' in theh market, 'n they go 'round the houses 'n merchant stalls an' stores. Ol' Medella, he's got his wizerd guards, but they'n not go out ah the citadel to much."He pauses to hock a wad of spit into the street.
"No'en comes round these slums much."You nod contemplatively at the information as you lead him farther into the alley before spinning around and slashing his neck with your dagger. He screams once before his mouth fills with blood and he sinks to the ground. You draw out a carefully cut and engraved gem before coup de gracing the poor man. Whispering words of power, you draw the beggar's fading life force into the gem, lighting it up with a soft glow.
Glancing around for spectators, you prop the body up into an innocuous sitting position against a grimy wall and hurry away.
Niteris LuesYou settle back against the rough wood of the bar and watch this dumbass dig himself into an even deeper hole.
Bersiano Gorrath((This spot will be filled when Germaina posts an action.))
NikalasA sudden weight crashes into your back, and you find yourself pinned down on the shingles. A voice speaks from on top of your back before suddenly cutting off.
"Whatever you are, you better provide a answer for why you are doing this type of magic to these people or --"((Once Lemminkainen reacts to the Fear, more narration will be filled in.))
Cesare DalirioThe alcohol speaks for you.
" I talk with fine lady, my good gentleman! And I intend to do finish this fine conservation with here, so shush back to your place where you belong."A round of exhalations and whispers travels around the tavern. The man's face darkens a few shades and he whips a fist towards your jaw, moving faster than you had expected from a fat man like him. Fortunately for you, the booze hadn't impaired you to such an extent as to make you ignorant of the impending fight, and you manage to spin to the side before he can crack your jaw into extra pieces. Drawing your sword in the same fluid motion, you strike him in the gut with the pommel of your blade before stepping back and dropping into a ready stance, facing the goons that began advancing towards you as you do so.
The tavern freezes.
The thugs halt as the steel appears in your hand, you hold still while waiting for someone to react.
Burn Scars breaks the silence, just as you expected. You duck his strike and drive a fist towards his face. He surprises you by leaning out of the blow and body checking you over a table. Quickly, you roll to your feet in time to catch Ugly 1's charge and leverage him into an arc over the bar. An elbow to Ugly 2's face staggers him for long enough for you to leap over another table away from Burn Scars. As Ugly 3 advances towards you with a long dagger, you look contemptuously at him before disarming him with ease, taking the dagger and leaving him with a long cut on the forearm. A flick of the wrist and the dagger twirls into the wooden wall behind Ugly 1, at which point he wisely decides to duck back under the bar.
Burns is advancing again; he moves differently from the other thugs, carefully and precisely. His stance indicates that he's more than simply a slab of muscle and fat, perhaps having received formal training in combat at some point. No time to think about that anymore; he's coming at you again!
He feints low and catches you with a glancing blow to the head, before blocking your off-kilter kick with a twist of the knee. Jumping back before you can catch your balance, he seizes a chair and swings it overhead. Rolling to the left, you take cover under a table while the wooden limbs shatter apart on the solid oak. You charge out, inflicting a light slash on his leg before slamming a fist into his face!
He falls back, breathing heavily. The tavern returns to immobility.
"Get. Out." He growls at you.
"Get out of this city, or I'll hunt you down."
Lemminkäinen AhtiYou charge towards the other building, leaping between the narrow rooftops on a wave of arcane energy. With your momentum, you crash into the dark figure from behind and pin him to the ground.
"Whatever you are, you better provide a answer for why you are doing this type of magic to these people or --"Your gaze snaps up as you realize that you forgot something.
The thing you forgot looks back at you.
You suddenly find yourself in a dimly illuminated warehouse.
Hadrian AtarkisYes, THE MINIONS! In the backwater you used to live, you couldn't find any quality minions unless you snared them while they were passing through town! This city, now
this is a place where you can get some proper henchmen. But where to find them...
After some searching, you arrive at a crowded forum; friends laughing together, couples snuggling or making out or whatever it is kids do these day, people just standing around waiting. Naturally, you make your way to the perfect coordinates to recruit your workers. That is, you climb up onto a the elevated base of a statue of some old hero, five feet above the heads of the crowd.
You clear your throat, preparing to give a monologue that will draw them to your cause. You're already getting strange looks, so you probably will have an easy time getting their attention.
Istriti DurtiphPiling a substantial chunk of valuables onto the back of the uncomplaining mule, you make your way to the slums, handing out alms to the poor and blessing those who come to you. You've gathered quite a crowd, but the vast majority of them peel off and leave when they realize your destination.
Soon you are alone except for the impoverished citizens, who come out to beg before running to safety to avoid having their precious and scant valuables stolen. It's heartbreaking, the misery they live in. You do your best to help those who come to you.
Eventually, you are alone again. Your hoard has been given to those in need, and the streets are again deserted. Except... something is wrong. VERY wrong. Evil hangs about the road like a terrible stench. You follow it to an alley... Down the alley... To a drunken man. You gingerly prod the unconscious fellow with your boot, only to have him fall over to the side. Dried blood cakes his neck and chest.
Another updoot! However, before we continue there's one hurdle you players must jump.
Each of you needs to write a backstory, not necessarily overly complex or detailed, but it must be well-written. You don't need to use giant words, you don't need to employ any literary devices, hell, you don't even need to give any real details. The only requirements are that nearly everything is both spelled correctly and grammatically accurate. I'm certain everybody can do at least that, but if you can't, you can't play any more. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to narrate a story for anybody who can't be bothered to put even that small amount of effort into responding.
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