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[Sarpedon]

Thanks Sylverone, I downloaded the file, starting my turn now  

[Sarpedon]

It had been 6 months since I came home from the forge and caught my wife in bed with another man.  It had been a tiring day, and I had labored all morning to finish a sword for the weapon merchant in town.  At midday, I was finished, and headed with the blade to the merchant's shop; unfortunately, he was out to lunch.  Rather than trudge back to the forge, I decided to stop home for some lunch of my own.

Oh, how I'll never forget that horrible moment as I stepped into my home and saw my precious wife in bed with a guild representative visiting from another city.

I saw red, and in my blind rage, I snapped.  Pulling out the sword that was meant to go to the merchant and provide for my wife and I, I cut the two of them down where they lay.  I then fled, never turning back.

From that day forward, I resolved to train myself on the blade and make my living as a mercenary.

Travelling far from the town of my birth to escape any rumors of my horrible crime, I came upon the dusty town of Bakelung.  There I settled for a period of time, training myself in the ways of blade, shield, and maneuvering with armor on.  Finally, I felt that I could handle myself well enough to offer my services as a blade for hire.

My first stop was to chat with the Mayor of Bakelung, Kethi Juggledmoths.

Kethi was a smarmy individual, fat, bloated, greasy, extremely uncouth and unagreeable.  I hated the sight of her, but in Bakelung, she held the pursestrings, and as such, I needed to deal with her if I wanted to get paid.

"Greetings," I approached Kethi, hoping to start things out on the right foot.  "I was wondering if there might be any way I could be of service to the town of Bakelung?"

"Ah, Palath Soaredyears?  You are the last person I'd expect to see asking the Council for work.  Wasn't there some unpleasantness in your home town some time ago?"  Kethi smirked knowingly, her eyes glinting.

Blast!  How could this obese wench have learned about the events of six months ago?  I could feel the color rising in my cheeks but resolved to hold my tongue and stay calm; there was no sense in repeating my crime on the Mayor.

"I see no reason I could not service the Council, despite what trouble I may have run into in my past."

"Indeed, indeed," Kethi replied.  "Perhaps if you successfully complete a task of the Council's choosing, we can brush your history under the rug."  Again that smirk and glint in the eyes!  The stench of this hideous witch was turning my stomach!

"What task, then?" I hissed through clenched teeth.

"Ah, so glad you have decided to work with us.  Nearby is Oarscolds, an ancient ruin filled with the evil undead.  Particularly evil is the swordmaster named Rosmic Goldcalls.  Destroy this abomination, and you'll have leave to travel across the sea to a place where no one has ever heard of your crime."  Kethi nodded and turned as I rose and left the malevolent presence of that fat hippo.

An undead swordmaster!  I certainly couldn't do it alone.  I spent the next few days promising fame and glory to anyone who would listen, until I had gathered three followers: two pikeman and crossbowman, who seemed just as desperate as I.  Their names were Aba, Oce, and Setduk, respectively.

Upon arrival at the ancient ruin of Oarscolds, I knew we were certainly doomed, but I knew also that I had no choice.  I had to complete my task and kill Rosmic, or return in shame and face the death penalty for murder.

As we headed into the ruin, the undead turned and faced us, swarming like locusts ready to feast on the autumn crops.

As Setduk unleashed some bolts from his crossbow, Oce took a blow to the stomach, causing him to vomit uncontrollably.  As Aba is separated from me by some zombies, I am surrounded by the undead!  I swing my blade high above my head, and catch one of the foul creatures in the neck, decapitating it.

   

My confidence soars as Oce recovers and we wade deeper into the sea of undead.  Oce plunges his pike into a skeleton, where it gets stuck between some of the ribs.  As the foul denizens of the ruin see Oce attempting to unstick his weapon, they descend upon him with renewed furor.

Setduk and I try to fight out of the group of zombies that have surrounded us, when Setduk runs out of bolts.  I can only watch as he turns and wields his crossbowman as a club, swinging it and attempting to bring down the zombies that now clawed at his face.  I dispatch another skeleton and look up in time to see poor Setduk have both his eyes clawed out; the sight of his screams and eyeless sockets were haunting.  Then a swift punch from a skeleton caved in his chest with a sound like a barrel being broken, and a squeak emanated from Setduk's mouth before he fell lifeless to the ground.

Anger overcomes me as I fight off the remaining zombies and with a solemn vow I kill the skeleton that moments before had snuffed the life out of Setduk.

   

I catch Oce's eye and we move forward to rejoin Aba, who has smartly been picking off lone undead and has not been surrounded.

Suddenly, a group of skeletons and zombies approach Oce and I with malice in their eyes.  I am growing tired and lift my sword to hack into a zombie.  Unfortunately, my weapon gets stuck, and I am knocked onto my back!  I lose my sword, the sword that got me into this mess into the first place.  As I'm on my back, I see that Oce is bitten to death by a skeleton who's arms he chopped off just moments before.  I'm alone now.

Suddenly, Rosmic Goldcalls appears, as if to gloat over our impending defeat.

   

Aba bravely charges in, pike at the ready, but Rosmic swings once and sends Aba flying into a gravestone, where he dies quickly.

I know it's over now as Rosmic calls her undead minions to her and stands over me silently.  As I look up into the face of death, I see the face of my departed wife, smiling sadly down at me, and I shed a tear before the blade comes down and severs my connection to this world.

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Sorry I couldn't do more than one character, my working hours have been hell.

For the next person, a link!

Save File!

[ October 03, 2007: Message edited by: Sarpedon ]

[Doler 12]

Again an adventurer severed brutally from his mortal coil.
Hehe i like the stories

[Sowelu]

Just to keep this thing going, the next person is:

Kaenori Kiko

There is nobody else left on the list.  Sign up!  If you've already gone, and want to leave another mark on the world, sign up AGAIN!  We -like- it when people play more than once...and you'll get to see what's changed since last time.

[Ben7el]

Put ink upon the list in the letters of my name, my faithful canine companion.

(Sign me up, dawg.)

[Savok]

Sure.
If Kiko doesn't show up by tonight (Friday 9:00PM EST), it is your turn.

[Ancient Whale]

I would like to sign up again. Hopefully, I'll have time this time

[Ben7el]

Can I just begin right now?

Eh, nevermind, its only 2 hours, I can be patient.

[ October 05, 2007: Message edited by: Ben7el ]

[Ben7el]

Accok ‘Stronginthearms’ Cuddleheart is an Axeman, he is only called by his true last name by his family and friends (for anyone else to call him by it has either a death wish or is blissfully ignorant of what he did to one ‘Jonathan Threefingers’, it took a full year before Jonathan’s arm completely healed.)

He began his journey as an adventurer when he was young, unsatisfied with the life of a carpenter he took his axe and left home; becoming a bodyguard for the caravans, after seeing the caravan he was guarding beset by elephants and then flooded with magma(****ing crazy dwarfs with their ****ing crazy doomsday devices) he was able to ‘steal’ some iron armor from the wreckage and escape by hiding behind the steaming elephant carcasses. He slowly made his way through the wilderness and somehow(He personally says it was caused by Armok feasting on the blood of an alcoholic and getting smashed) survived the lions, giant lions, skeletal lions, giant skeletal lions, gorillas, and all those other creatures that would just love to eat him/rip his head off.

The one good thing about being beset by all manner of giant skeletal beasts is that he learned run very fast and shoulder his armor very well, he also learned that stealth, while not that manly, is a lot better than being a splattering of blood on the grass. He made his way into the town of Shankpaddles(when he heard that, he stopped in his tracked and made the peasant tell him that again, then made sure he didn’t have a concussion) and rested, and there he decided that he wasn’t going to be some caravan guard who got stomped into the ground by an elephant, NO, HE WAS ACCOK CUDDLEHEA- er  I mean STRONGINTHEARM, AND HE WOULDN’T TAKE THAT!

So he gathered up a gang of Quenir Paintrite, a hammerman, Thudu Nestedsheen, a spearman (although there was some confusion at first, when he was found in bed with a guard.)

                   

Bistkash Thadtikbo, another axeman,  Ase Hillchambers, a lasher and the only female of the group.

Accok made his way into the local drinking hole (The Peacocks Peecock) and, after stumbling over a drunk, talked to the mayor about any local monster problems.

               

A minotaur, a worthy opponent indeed, with those words, his crew of 3 men, one women and one homosexual set off to Boldscar the Fat Shafts .

Dated Obsidian the 13th

The date is Obsidian 15 and Accok and his hardy group of 3/5ths men (The entire group call itself that, much to the Thudu’s chagrin (let’s not ever get started on the dirty jokes Ase has made about his ‘spear’)) arrived at Boldscar. Accok immediately stormed in and confronted a snakeman. One axe inside the snakemans lungs later and Accok continued his searched.  Thudu joined him and together they took down two frog warriors.

Suddenly they heard a roar of “Prepare to die!” from somewhere in the cave, due to echoes they could  not disern where it came from, with a quick nod to eachother Accok and Thudu sped off in different directions. Accok got lost in the caves before the sounds of fighting guided his way towards his group, he paused as his mind processed what he saw, Thudu was standing over the minotaur twisting a spear lodged in its arm with Ase stood lashing the whip at the minotaur’s head.

               

Dropping his axe on the minotaur’s wrist, Accok watched as it let out a grunt of pain, and then stilled; examining the Minotaur, he noticed the blood covering it’s right arm. Looking at Ase he saw that she had no serious injuries that could have let out so much blood, Thudu also looked uninjuried and Accok could hear Quenir racing towards them.

“Where’s Bistkash?” he asked, his voice tinged with worry, Ase stilled and then pointed to a tunnel behind her.

___(Accok First Person View)___
I raced off down the tunnel, hoping against hope that what I thought happened didn’t, a came out of the tunnel into the clearing and there he was, with his upper body punched in like a stepped on pumpkin and his halberd by his side. I let out a shaky breath and my imagination supplied images of his death.

               

Pushing down nausea, I went over to his body, bent down, closed his eye and took up his Halberd. I couldn’t take his body with me but I could take that. I let out another shaky breath and walked away, feeling like I had failed him. I hadn’t even known him that long, still, two days hiking and sharing your food with a man, you could get to know him. Pushing those thoughts down I headed towards the tunnel, I could mourn him when we get to town.

___End FP POV___

Accok walked out of the tunnel carrying a bloodied halberd, he said in a strangely neutral voice “Let’s go.” No one argued and they set out, their mission was down and it was time to go back to Shankpaddles and rest.

[ October 05, 2007: Message edited by: Ben7el ]

[Ben7el]

Accok arrived at Spankpaddles in a rather downtrodden mood, his mind was revolving around the fact that Darth Vader was Luke’s father and how this would affect the last book in the trilogy. Sighing, he closed the leather-bound tome with a yellow threading in the front signed “The Empire Strikes Back”. The book was a mere fantasy, the chances of that book being real were the same as the chances of Elephants being benign, peaceful creatures who didn’t feed off the blood of innocents and work themselves into a bloodlust or that the ground he stood on was really just a bunch of 1s and 0s together.

Stunned by the lunacy of his thoughts, after all, you couldn’t spell elephant without ‘Murderous, terrible foul creature from the foulest, darkest pit that not even Tentacle Demons would set foot in.’ (MTFCFTFDPTNETDWSFI) and he knew that the world around him was as real as it gets, after what happened at Boldscar, he didn’t think he could forget.  Realizing that he was distracting his thoughts from important issues again, he rubbed his temples; this was not what he needed right now.

After leaving Boldscar, they trekked to the near town of.... T-something, it wasn’t coming to him right now, anyway, they stayed there to allow Ase’s wounds to heal, they were not severe but it would be good to let her rest.

Accok picked up the aforementioned tome to spend his time while on the journey and distract his thoughts from his dead comrade, Bistkash, he had only known the man for two days, but as he was the only other axeman in the group, they had discussed quite a lot together. He knew the man had two younger brothers and one 5 year old sister, his father had been killed in a series of wild wolf attacks (at least 25 wolfs, some from separate packs had attacked at least once per day while he was making his way towards a nearby town. The sheer odds of that happening were so low that they decided that Armok was angry at Bistkash’s family, and he must spill blood, his or another’s, for the blood god.)

They arrived at Skankpaddles at night, Accok took the taken the copper Halberd he had been carrying around and dropped it on the ground, it made a soft thump as it landed on the frozen ground, their breath could be clearly seen in the night as the moon rose over their heads. Accok slowly took the axe off his back and cut a small strand of hair, the amount for a comrades death, he put it next to the halberd and put his axe away. The rest of the group followed the movements, and soon there was a small mass of hair at the tip of the halberd. As one, the group kneeled by the weapon and then started to mourn.

After what seemed like hours but what could only be at most 30 minutes, the group stood up, their mourning was done, they would not sully their comrade’s honor by refusing to let go and hold on when his spirit had passed away, as if he was unworthy to have returned to Armok. Later, Bistkash’s mother would light the mound of hair when her own and her children’s would be added, the fire signifying the destroying of blood on this plane, so his blood could be added to Armok’s glory.

Accok and his band of now 2/4’s men rested for the night, in the morrow they talked to the mayor and got their reward, he called them champions, though Accok felt like a weakling.

They gave most of their reward money to Bistkash’s mother and spent the rest buying inn and drink. This day they would rest, but tomorrow they would go out and fight some more, because this world was worth fighting for and dam if he was going to see another mother cry over the loss of her son.

These were the last thoughts of Accok as he drifted into a dreamless, hearty sleep.

(One word, giant-wangstfest; no idea where it came from, I would hope someone else could play Accok. Please comment on this because I have a low self esteem and any comment that says "gj" will delight me while any comment that points out any one of the numerous, terrible flaws that I am sure are there will send spiraling into a depression that will end up in me shooting myself in the chest with a squirt gun and then taking a shower, feeling better after.

Not like its happened before or anything <.<   >.>.)

SAAVVVEEEEE ===============>>>  ^( ' ' )^  <<<=============== EEEEEVVVAAS

[Ancient Whale]

Save file recieved. I am beginning my session now.

[Captain Mayday]

Just wondering how you guys are finding the world now that its full of dead heroes? Is there a shortage of stuff to battle?

[Sowelu]

Well, my heroes may not have gotten all that far--but they certainly didn't find a shortage of things to die from.  Ruins are still scary, and the goblin forts are still WAY out of my league...and way out of anyone else's league judging by all the other splattered adventurers just inside the entrance.

[Lightning4]

I think one of my adventurers, probably the one that ended up in Ancientdark, had explored near where Ared did. I had to look around a good few towns until I finally found something to do.

[Ancient Whale]

If you speak to civilization leaders, they will always have something for you. Too often, though, it ends in multiple quests in a row to kill various undead weaponmasters in the same ruin.
Anyway, my update. Maybe I write too much and take too many pictures. At least it took longer than it had to just to do this one quest, but anyway:

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Accok "Stronginthearm" Orspausan

Accok wakes up with renewed vigor some time in the afternoon. Incidentally, it is also the first day of the year 1056. Soon enough the loss of Bistkash casts a shadow over his enlightened heart. But he fashions his feelings into a tool and determinedly stalks to the mead-hall to find the mayor and get information about where he should go next in his quest to make this land a better place to live in.

Some idiot had set a brush on fire in front of the alehouse. For a quick moment, Accok searched through his spotty recallings of the previous night and came to the uncertain conclusion that he had nothing to do with the fire.

   

Fighting fires, however, was not Stronginthearm's job right now, so he went through the smoke and met the mayor again.

The mayor told him that after the death of the minotaur, he didn't have anything deserving of Stronginthearm's attentions at the moment. Instead he advised him to travel to the capital of Wardear and speak to Lam Reignedthroat, the Pikemaster King.

The King expressed his admiration for his courage and his determination to destroy the monsters that plagued these lands. When Accok asked for information about where he might find these fiends the Pikemaster told him the tale of Ared Footshadow, also called the Rough Persuasion of Youths, especially in the knitting circles. Ared was a great warrior. With only his trusty greatsword and his courage he cut a swath through the ranks of evil, felling great beasts with only single strikes.
   

But alas, his heroic life came to an ignoble end when he raided an ancient ruin and was torn apart by a horde of skeletons. The skeleton who landed the killing blow is now called "Greatdessert". But, the King said, while the peasants here curse the name of Greatdessert, that is only a minor opportunist skeleton with no special abilities. The true evil lies in its master, the skeletal Axe Lord named Rakbin Donkeyplants.
   

"Find this abberration and destroy it, Brave Accok. You will recognize Rakbin by his heraldry, a shining sun. May Armok favor you in this quest."

A bear was disturbed on the four-day trek to the ruins. Quenir was caught flat-footed and got his arm torn, but he threw himself at the bear, giving Accok time to charge it while it recovered. He easily chopped the animal into pieces before it could strike back.

Initially, the party arrived at the site at night, but after some deliberation, they decide to wait after daybreak to strike, thinking that the undead would be at their weakest then.

They expected to meet heavy resistance from the moment they set foot on the hallowed grounds, but at first they did not see a single moving thing except the wild grass billowing in the wind. Then suddenly Thudu the Spearman spots an animated skeleton prowling the field and charges. However, Thudu's spear is of limited use against creatures that do not bleed nor feel pain, so the abomination gains the upper hand, at least to begin with. Accok rushes to his aid, however, and the foul being is dispatched.

Close by they find the remains of Ared Footshadow.
   
They have no time for respects immediatly, but promise the spirit of the fabled Ared that they will return and see to it that he receive a proper burning. And vengeance.

[ October 08, 2007: Message edited by: Ancient Whale ]