I'm starting this community adventurer with some quirks:
He is already experienced (legendary wrestler/lasher) and so he will most likely both live longer and he can start with more people.
However, all my original follower's just died (darned spiders!) so some time will go to find new ones.
I will also edit the starting post a lot, keeping there the names of the current companions, those and the list and (possibly) those who are dead.
Just enter your name and profession, plex.
Living characters:
Urist, Anusripper (Drunk)
Nozeri, Smashinator, (Hammerman)
Imp, Nutcase with a Butterknife (Swordsman)
Sigurd, Dragonslayer (Axeman)
Bullion (Maceman)
Skanky, Choppinator (Axeman)
Spoon, Forklifter (Wrestler)
Goodfellow, Bard (Drunk)
Squeegy, Biologist (Hammerman)
Free characters:
Two Axemen
One Swordsman
Waiting to come:
Dead:
Some five drunks
Bullion is missing a leg
Spoon the Forklifter (Wrestler)
"To the reader:
After the recent encounter with the spider Lukigalel Ibu Ebdi, I have decided to start this diary in case something were to ever happen to me. As I already am well-known, I trust that scholars will appreciate this act.
First entry, 12th Moonstone 1053.
They're all dead. I still can't believe it. Over a dozen good men are now dead, all thanks to that damned bug! It even killed Three-axe, for Armok's sake!
But I'd best start from the beginning.
I am the Human Bathru Rodempibang Shaceaspagite Thretoh, better known as Bathru Raceprophet. I have killed many ettin, giants and even cave spiders, and am the most skilled Lasher in this kingdom.
Two days ago, the Mayor of Barbguised asked me to kill the minotaur Mopi Yellcloistered. Having 14 men with me, I didn't hesitate to accept the quest.
In fact, I had to. We hadn't seen a good quest in days, and were becoming hungry.
We were advised that the cyclop habited Callcave the Evil Hole of Traps, a day's walk to the east of Barbguised. We should have known from the name what awaited us, but like fools we rushed there without even properly preparing ourselves. After all, we had cleared innumerous caves before this, so how could anything possibly go wrong?
When we entered the cave, our numbers were:
One Master Lasher
One Pikeman
One Hammerman
Three Axemen
Two Macemen
One Wresler
Five Drunks
At first, everything went well. We tore through the troglodytes and rats with merry abandon. I felt that the cyclops would be found and killed soon enough, and then we could go for dinner.
That was, of course, until we met the first Giant Cave Spider.
After he initial surprise, I lashed at it, on to realise with horror that my strikes bounced ineffectively off it's hard chitin armour. It lunged at me, only to be cut in half by the heroic Three-axe.
We killed two other's like this with the loss of a maceman and a drunk, and every time the finishing blow was dealt by Three-axe. At one, I even managed to puncture the armour of a spider, tearing out both it's eyes and ravaging it's brain.
Then we met Lukigalel.
Lukigalel...
I was at the front of the column when we met it. We were just entering a small room, and it was there. Waiting for us. I dodged out of the way to let the others come help me. It netted them, and then focused on me.
Even at this point, I was not scared. People said I was unbelievably agile, and I was legendary at my wrestling skills. I could easily evade the spider until the other's came to help me. I lashed at the thing, taunting it.
It didn't react much at first, and the others were shrugging off the nets.
I thought we could win.
Then, suddenly, it leaped at me, and bit. Pain and surprise filled me, and I dropped to the ground. I could feel the poison of the spider within me, eating my strength. My vision blurred...
I woke to, what I later found out, the screams of Three-axe as he was ripped apart. I opened by eyes and found most of the other's, dead. There was a huge, throbbing wound in my arm, too.
The only ones alive besides me at that point were a Maceman, known as "Smashy", and "X-man", the Axeman. They weren't in fine shape either, and X-man only had one arm left. The only reason the spider hadn't killed them yet was that it had
over-exerted and collapsed to the ground. It wasn't even seriously wounded otherwise, only a few dents here and there.
For some unknown reason, I started crawling towards it. I remember being angry, and wanting to avenge Picky, Three-axe and the others. I also wanted to die. Hard.
I lashed at it again, this time making sure to keep a safe distance between itself and myself. I knew that if it hit me again, I wouldn't wake from the paralysis.
While I ineffectively lashed at it from behind, it ripped apart Smashy, and X-man bled to death. It then turned to me, clearly intending to finish the job.
I hit it in the face, but my shots glanced away. I was filled by fear, and scrambled away, throwing my whip at the beast. Then my desperate hand fell upon a rock, which I threw at the monster.
A miracle.
The spinning rock hit the giants cave spider in the cephalothorax, and it was smashed into the body, an unrecognisable mess!
I stared at the thing, without believing my eyes. I slowly walked to it. It did not move. I poked it. Nudged it. Kicked it. Nothing.
I picked up my whip. I felt grateful for staying alive, until I remembered what had befallen my friends. Suddenly I felt envoius for them, spred onto the walls and the floor. They would not feel my sorrow. I was the only one alive, and I didn't feel lucky. I dragged myself out of the cave and into the town, where I started writing this.
End of entry."
Note: Wowah, I can't believe I wrote that all.
And all that just as an update to what has happened before the story.
Anyways, I'll be updating as often as I can, about once a day, on weekends more.
[ March 01, 2008: Message edited by: Dwarfaholic ]
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