The Impending Tides., Roleplay thread Options

[EliteZeon]

-Still Daylight during this interaction, as such, it is taking place before Grunth got Ogrenapped, etc...
Btw, did you guys hear about the kidnapping in Orlando?... Someone Woke Him Up! Ahahahaha!!!
.... Ok... back to your regular narrative of The Impending Tides.-

Kagura was holding tightly onto the two dead bears... some men and women smiled at the knowing of plenty of fresh meat to feast upon, as she lashed on ahead to drop off the bears. Some men still gave off the comments on her extremely small outfit, and slender body. Yalsara ran up took a good look at them both, and grabbed a knife, as other men came near to help skin the creature.

Killrrhubarb was standing silently, gazing over their direction... the look of his eyes gave off a slight telekinetic message that he was in need of a party. The new comer thief was feasting upon a large bowl of soup, as the bird-like man was spotted nearby... being a new comer, it is more likely both wishes not to fight, or wished to be independent among themselves.

"How can we help?" Lance's voice broke through Kyo's mind.

"Everyone's favorite plant man is in need of friends to help him head West." Kyo said as they settled down in the town... and opened a sack of fruit in the center as children rushed in first for the sweet snack.
"I have a team of five heading North... how though, I am not too sure on how we will get past the mountains. Texts describe it taking months to reach Port North Rune... another major trade city ruled by the Dwarves. Either way, I have enough people in my team, so I will need you to head on with Killrrhubarb... tomorrow, once Samantha has fully recovered."

Samantha was still limping a little with her casted leg, as Kyo stood up, and walked next to her... his arm tattoos glowed red again, and he let off a Mending Touch.

"The decision is that of your own," Kyo said to Lance and his girls.

The men and women started to cook the dead bears on top of a fire, as others began crafting clothing from their fur and hides. Kyo walked over to Killrrhubarb.

"That Avian is seeking for a carpenter for a table... you might be able to convince him to head with you to the Greenleaves area, as the elves are excellent craftsmen for all things that stand the tests of time."

"Those drows with you..." Killrrhubarb started.

"They only know how to make good clothing, armor and weapons unfortunately..." Kyo replied.

Lorachu ran up to Kyo, and grabbed his hand, then dragging him inside the tower with the other guild ladies.

[Yeti]

Daris tried to get up but failed, he could barely move. He had to wait for a couple hours.

Daris had finally regained his strength and continued on to find the human and ogre. He headed towards the town, to the north west. As night fell he was not sure what to do, It was getting cold fast and he didn't have anything to make a fire with. He walked for a short while until he saw a campfire and tent, He rushed over to see a old lady with an assortment of odd things and a staff. "Shaman" Daris muttered

"Why yes boy, come over here, I think I can help you...." The Shaman said in a odd tone, And Daris was surprised that she could hear him mutter something for feet away.

"Yes?" Daris said.

"Daris Moonring, I can help you find the artifact you seek."

Daris stumbled back and stared at the lady in a mixture of shock and fear "How do you know my name?! And what I'm looking for?!"

The Shaman chuckled "When your one with the winds, your mind can be read by anyone that can read the winds, now do you wish to have my help?"

"Yes I would, but what would I need to do in return?" Daris said, still not completely trusting the shaman, But its his only chance to find the sword.

"Your journey is a noble one, But I ask for the Key to the Pass after your use with it is done." The Shaman said.

Daris sat down by the fire and said "Agreed, now where is this key?"

"Inside the Empires capital city, Inside the temple of the Underworld." The Shaman said.

"Ok and how do I exactly get there?" Daris asked.

"It is a days journey to the south, But even if you were to get to the gate, The city dose not allow outsiders to enter." The Shaman said.

"Then how do I get into the city?" Daris asked.

The Shaman chuckled "Why, the same way you made it to the desert."

Daris thought of what the shaman said and took out the scepter, to realize it changed, There was now a orb of wind spinning and staying in place, and now it had runes, glowing white.
"But last time I used it I was seriously affected, I bet by the time I recover I would be found." Daris said

"Ah right! This should help with that." The Shaman said as getting some type of thick fluid out. "Now, give me your arm."

Daris hesitated but then rolled up his sleeve and let her hold his arm. The shaman started to paint a symbol on his arm with the fluid, it had a slight stinging sensation. The Shaman then put her hand over the symbol and spoke a carnation, with a small flash the symbol started to glow.

"There, this should help you control yourself and be less affected while being one with the wind." The Shaman said.

Daris thanked the Shaman and held onto the scepter, concentrating. With a flash of light he was suddenly flowing with the wind, going south to the city.

[killrrhubarb]

Killrrhubarb, listening to what Kyo had said about the avian wanting a carpenter, approached him about traveling to the east with him to get an elven carpenter, and to help with his journey to get the artifact.

"So, Xela, I heard that you are in need of a table, and the elven craftsmen are the best you can find. If you want to journey east with me and help me get this artifact, I will go to one of the elven craftsmen and get them to build you one for a very cheap price. The elven people are not like humans, so they do not require money, but they do like getting paid in food. Anyway, do you want to go with me?"

[ProMetaAnaTelo]

Charles opens his eyes in the darkness.

"What...?"He feels his arms and legs, realizing he's not dead. Sitting up, he sees the flame of a lantern next to him. Charles looks around the room, lit by firelight. It's some type of catacomb, almost. He wonders how he arrived down here.

Charles grabs the lantern and examines the room around him. There's a single hallway out, and nothing else. As he walks down the path he hears someone mourning. Goosebumps rise in the silence.

He's not alone in this strange place.

"Hello?" He calls out.

The lamenting ceases and silence rings in Charles' ears.

"Who?" the voice returns.

Charles navigates some more and enters a large with multiple swinging blades whipping back and forth. A man sits in on the small platform that connects to the... Charles realizes the door behind them had disappeared.

"What in the world...?" Charles mumbles.

"They got you too?" The old man asks. He, too, has a lantern.

"What is this place?" Charles asks.

The old man explains what this odd place is.

A man brought a treasure into the desert a long time ago. A sword that gave life to flame. He hid the sword at the bottom of an oasis in the desert. Then another man came and retrieved the blade many years later. The man declared himself king and ruled over with his flaming sword always by his side.

After countless years of his tyranny an old shaman placed a curse on the man, leaving him to live for eternity. The immortal king outlived his kingdoms many times.

Finally the king realized the evil he had caused and called out to the gods. The man left his kingdom and the gods removed his spirit from his body, turning him into an abomination.

His soul was immortal and he was cursed with immortality. He constructed a dungeon deep underground and buried the key far away. The king sealed the blade in the dungeon where nobody could find it.

He slowly fell to madness and his people gave him the name: The Unresting.

People decided it was time to put him out of his misery but when they tried to kill him his curse spread. Eventually he claimed hundreds of souls, all becoming an unresting spirit like him. They wander the desert, hopeless and separated from their soul for eternity.

Every soul that was taken is placed in this dungeon where they are stuck forever and cannot die.

The man in front of Charles had been here for fifty years, never venturing farther than this spot.

Charles looked at the blades and noticed a small opening on the other side of the room.

A doorway.