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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2016 12:44:09 GMT -8
 Sounds of monsters groaning in the deep. Walls scratching, men breathing tirelessly as they mine and mine further into a cave. Tunnels already formed and yet hidden with stone? The cave tells of a strange doing within the darkness. Some things stir that shouldn't be. Will you be able to see what lurks beneath? |
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178 
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Jan 3, 2016 11:30:52 GMT -8
Roarin wanders over the strange cave he is quite sure how he got here, something about orcs needing help? Ah whatever, this should be fun it's been a while since he's had a dust up, and he was sure Orcish alcohol would be something special. Roarin takes a long swig from one of this flasks and bellows.
"AHOY, ANYBODY ALIVE!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 11:35:35 GMT -8
The only reply to his bellowing shout was that of a rumble from the cave. The shaking eventually caught up near the adventurer, the sound of leaves shaking following through all the way to the entrance of the cave, the dust from the ground slowly rising into the air from the random force. Although there were no answers to his call, two or three pickaxes were heard, slowly crashing into rock, the first one nearby, at least ten feet away.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Jan 3, 2016 11:43:00 GMT -8
Roarin grumbles to himself, for some reason he thought there would be a welcome party. Preferably a welcome party with booze, and pretty women but someone explaining what the hell was going on would also have worked. Still if the cave was going to sit there and rumble at him, he was going to show it who could rumble best.
"READY OR NOT HERE I COME!"
Roarin roars at the offending cave, as he strides confidently in. Despite his seeming brazen nature all of the old adventurers senses were on high alert, only slightly dulled by his omnipresent buzz.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 11:53:15 GMT -8
Upon his left, he would see a small tunnel, with a scattered amount of three miners at work. But if the excited warrior would investiage, he would see that their arms were swollen and bleeding from the bruises they had upon their hands. Welts upon their feet and a stench that nearly defeated the dirt upon their backs, they continued to mine, as if unaffected by the physical conflicts their bodies had.
But even if the male hadn't went to see them, their chants would continue to fill the silent halls with their strange words. Like a hive mind, all three of the workers spoke a strange hymn, cutting off themselves to let the others speak.
"Our eyes once were blinded"
"Now through him do we see"
"Our hands once were idle"
"Now through them does he speak"
"And when the heart shall listen"
"And when the eyes shall see"
"And when the soul will recognize"
"That world shall cease to be"
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Jan 3, 2016 12:04:21 GMT -8
Roarin eyes the three workers this wasn't going to stand, their chanting was annoying. He could clearly tell that normal methods wouldn't work, he searches in his bag for a minute before emerging with a sleep bomb. He lights the fuse chucks it at their feet, and then continues on his way, hopefully the smoke from the bomb knocks them out and shuts them up.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 12:08:44 GMT -8
As Roarin threw the sleeping bombs, the chanting grew to a mumbling as the people slowly began to stumble to the ground, falling asleep. But as the warrior continued down the dark, strangely enchanted cave, he would not be capable of seeing the flash of amethyst in their eyes as they began to rise up once more, continuing to mine in the small hallway.
As the adventurer progressed into the cave, a slobbering breathing would be heard. Then, running, a tumbling four, rapid feet heard running through the caverns away from Roarin's location, snorting heard as well as the strange being was barely seen in the shadow nearby a torch. Its body figure was quite large, with a hunchback and spine-members protruding from its back. But that was all that was seen as the beast was gone in a flash.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Jan 3, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
Roarin grumbles to himself this cave was trying to scare him, did this cave not know who it was dealing with? The Mayor Uncle Redding "Roarin" Fletcher didn't get scared, he got drunk, though that was perhaps not the best move here. He needed to be able to see without light, that was the play reaching into bag he pulled out a night sight draft. Downing his potions the colours washed out of the cave as things became more visible, satisfied Roarin continued to head down into the mine.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 12:22:49 GMT -8
As the adventurer'd dranken his potions, the cave grew to a much easier brightness for him to see. As this happened, however, the cave began to shake, rocks cracking apart and coming back together. The creature was soon seen, a terrifying monster walking in a circular formation around the warrior.
It was seen as a large, hideous black bear. But this wasn't all that normal of a bear. It seemed mutated, forged to a biologically-enhanced being. Its upper spine scraped against the cavern cieling, a tongue hanging in the air as the beast's bottom jaw appeared to be missing. The monster stared at him with purple, glowing eyes, and claws that seemed freshly painted with blood. But the strangest part was the voice that sunk into the traveler's head, making the bear flee deeper into the caverns.
'You've come too far, traveler.... Turn... Back." A rumbling, powerful voice commanded in his tongue. Once the voice faded from his ears, the cave returned to a normal state, and his active night-vision like potion was still active. It appears that Roarin had found some way to cast out the darkness with simpler forms of a cure.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Jan 3, 2016 12:36:18 GMT -8
Right the cave was talking to Roarin, that wasn't ideal. Roarin breifly considers taking a swig from his wine skin, but though he got the feeling he was going to need demons roar, before this was over it wasn't time yet. Instead he shouts back at the darkness.
"IF I'VE ALREADY COME TOO FAR, WHAT GOOD IS TURNING BACK GOING TO DO ME ARSEHOLE!"
Roarin keeps on heading down, if the cave wanted to brawl it was going to find out that it had chosen the wrong man to brawl with.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 12:43:19 GMT -8
Suddenly, as the man continued to walk down a narrow hallway, the few torches nearby died, and soon roared up in mighty flames as the enormous bear was seen at the end of the hallway, roaring mightily with a crazed rage. It started slamming its claws into the ground, dragging its body forward to reveal two, yes, two heads. The over-sized demon began to increase the speed of its dragging, as it was too large to be running. Eventually, however, the floor in front of Roarin closed up, in an instant, revealing the sound of crunching and snapping. The cave... swallowed the bear? No, it was just simply the ground rising up all the way to block Roarin's path.
But something to reveal, however, was a strange, symbol, embedded as a spell into the stone. It shimmered with a purple haze, revealing that there indeed was magic going on in this cave. However, the only way to walk now was outside of the cave, as the rest of the tunnels had closed up upon themselves. Each tunnel now had a wall that resembled the same symbol as the wall in front of him, prohibiting the warrior from going forward.
(http://img07.deviantart.net/75e4/i/2008/345/a/9/necromancy_magic_circle_by_xyee.jpg)
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Jan 3, 2016 12:49:39 GMT -8
"Oh is the way ye want to play it you bloody cave."
Roarin stares at the symbol hatefully for a long minute. He then pulls outs a piece of charcoal, a writing board, and some paper, he sketches the symbol out in swift even strokes of the charcoal when he is satisfied he rolls it up, and tucks it away. He then addresses the cave.
"I'll be back ye rocky little git, and when I return Imma bust down yer little wall."
The old man stomps back the way he came boiling with rage, nobody got the best of Roarin while he was still mostly sober! He was going to figure out what the bloody symbol was, then he was going to find the heart of the cave and punch it in every orifice it had, and if it didn't have any orifice's he would make some.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 12:54:39 GMT -8
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 30, 2016 9:53:35 GMT -8
Roxanne watches Rictofen carry on with mild disgust. How could he possibly behave like that? Who does he think their father is? Some kind of hero? He's nothing more than a drunk. She sighs and follows the group down into the cave, thinking about her other relatives. She misses Roy the most.
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Cyronin the Blue
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 28
Physical Description: Trying.
Clothes and Equipment: https://imgur.com/a/sIpRe
Player's online availability : Often?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 2:04:16 GMT -8
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Post by Cyronin the Blue on Jan 31, 2016 7:16:41 GMT -8
Cyronin fell in step beside Roxanne, as they walked towards the mouth of the cave. "You don't resemble your father, unlike your brother over there," he commented, gesturing towards Rictofen. "No, indeed not. Are your other siblings like him?" He didn't elaborate as whether he meant th father or the son.
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Artaxerxes
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Artaxerxes is a wandering knifegrinder. He is well built, with dark hair and light skin.
Clothes and Equipment:
Artaxerxes wears a cloak and carries a pack full of supplies. He is commonly seen with a dagger at his side, a walking stick in his hand, and a smile on his face. His supplies include a bedroll, a pot for cooking meals, herbs of varying kinds, and a grinding wheel.
Registered: Dec 22, 2015 17:25:19 GMT -8
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Post by Artaxerxes on Feb 2, 2016 16:53:09 GMT -8
Artaxerxes looks around as the group enters the cave and mutters something about bats.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Feb 2, 2016 19:10:56 GMT -8
Roarin enters the cave last, he cracks his knuckles, grinning in anticipation.
"Round two ye bastard."
He mutters to himself. He pulls out a handful of slime viles, from his pouch.
"Awright, it gits pretty dark further in. Who needs a potion o'dark vision."
He offers each of his companions a vile of the potion he drank last time. If taken in consumed, it would wash out the colour of the cave, but make it possible to see even in absolute darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2016 16:51:29 GMT -8
Zeel'Nok turned around, looking behind the group, frowning her eyebrows and heading towards the back of the group. Obviously, she noticed something the others hadn't. Suddenly, she turned around, looking back to the group as she asked: "Has anyone seen the hooded fellow?" It was possible that the stranger had disappeared during their travel to the cave.
As they neared the cave, Rictofen snickered and laughed with a strange giggle at his father's joke. "Round Two.." He joked, grinning as he looked to the new idol, soon turning around with a 'huh?' and widening his eyes. "I don't see him.." He muttered out, slightly disturbed. As he turned around, however, he met eyes with his sister, who seemed to look at him quite disturbed, making him growl slightly in response to that presence.
"Ignore it, we have plenty to take down this worm." She responded to Rictofen, marching back to the front of the group, looking with a bit of determination still. As Roarin' offered a potion, Zeel'Nok looked to the man, saying: "Do not waste your drink, outlander, I shall assist." She stated firmly, a left hand raised in a fist, flexing her arm as a small line of green flame trailed around the center of the cavern walls, ending a good fifteen feet away, giving off a fair amount of light for them.
"Let's be off, heroes." She stated triumphantly, hand continuously raised as Rictofen jogged forward, looking back to see how fast Roarin' would be going now.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Feb 7, 2016 10:55:28 GMT -8
Roxanne rests her hand on the hilt of her sword and follows along. At first, she ignores Roarin's offer, but begrudgingly accepts when she realizes exactly how dark it is in the cave.
"So...when do you expect that we'll run into this necromancer of yours?"
She rubs her head, still hungover.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Feb 7, 2016 12:08:49 GMT -8
Despite the presence of Zeel'Noks magic light, Roarin also quaffs a potion. He smiles at the orc mage.
"No offense meant, but ye can't dispel a potion. I like ta hinge me bets."
With that he strolls confidently into the cave.
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