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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2017 13:28:43 GMT -8
@banditkelly "Some would rather die then see their homes burned down, we understand this thinking, or we would not struggle to fight for this city." Yeah, you're doing a good job keeping this place in pristine shape. She thought to herself sarcastically. To the guards she simply nodded and followed along quietly, not wanting to make more trouble. Crumbling ruins or not, she wasn't keep on having to fight multiple men at once over scraps of a city. (Go ahead and skip to the next scene if you want, I have nothing else to add)
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City of Mithlonde
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Roleplay posts: 29
Registered: May 7, 2017 12:14:25 GMT -8
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Post by City of Mithlonde on Jun 4, 2017 12:45:32 GMT -8
@banditkelly The group arrived in the still bustling center of the City. About a half hour previous the state of decay had slowly improved as they got closer, and eventually the city would appear to be actually populated. The guards pointed Kelly in the direction of the mage's quarters. Crown Prince Rafael VinicioThe mage looked at him with an eyebrow cocked, the young man was fooling nobody, especially the elves. "Alright, Rafael. We can provide you with shelter in the City, provided the Seers think it alright."
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
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The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Jun 4, 2017 13:11:02 GMT -8
"Thank you," Rafael answered and shared a look with his guards. If the Elves already knew that he was the crown prince of rondon, then he'd sacrificed nothing in not telling his identity. "There could be more survivors in the woods," Rafael mentioned to the elves around them. None of his guards would be leaving his side, but it was entirely possible that more Rondi had survived or even killed the orcs that had suddenly set upon them.
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City of Mithlonde
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Roleplay posts: 29
Registered: May 7, 2017 12:14:25 GMT -8
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Post by City of Mithlonde on Sept 1, 2017 9:57:03 GMT -8
"Doubtful" The mage whispered to himself, "The rangers will find them if any are left alive." He said, louder this time.
"You must have been travelling with quite the valuable haul for the orcs to attack this close to the City. Or at least they thought you possessed something of great value."
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
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The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Sept 3, 2017 8:38:59 GMT -8
"The Rondi are explorers," Rafael explained as they traveled with the elves toward their city. His men were still near, still on their guard. Rafael seemed to be calming.
"There were rumors of an elven city in the wood, and the Rondi wanted to find it. And if we find it, to offer gifts and open talks of trade," the Crown Prince said. He turned his blue eyes on the Mage.
"Do you think this is a plausibility?"
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City of Mithlonde
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Post by City of Mithlonde on Sept 4, 2017 7:36:04 GMT -8
"I would think that such a proposal would be plausible. Mithlonde has long been without allies save for the dwarves of Khaldaruhm. And even then we must heavily guard the trade convoys, I am surprised your party made it this far without incident. It would take a concerted effort to clear the path and refortify the paths. Mithlonde does not have the manpower to do this alone, but with help we could maybe achieve this."
News from another city was startling, but he knew at least one Ranger had passed through Rondon during a mission, so perhaps this was a good start.
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Royal Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 9, 2017 8:55:45 GMT -8
Roy walked down the road, looking around worriedly. His parasol floated above him, shielding him from the harsh sunlight. When he spotted the city, he paused. What was that place? Rummaging into his backpack, he pulled out a map and looked it over closely.
He glanced up at the city.
He looked back down at his map.
He turned once more back at the city, and frowned.
"I don't think this was the right way to Aunt Rita's house," he mused. How had he gotten so hopelessly lost? Where even was he? It was only supposed to be a day's trek to his aunt's house, but clearly he'd taken a wrong turn somewhere. What even was this place, anyway? It looked like an awfully fancy city, as far as he could tell. Perhaps somebody in the city could give him directions. Sighing, he packed the map back into his bag and continued down the road. Perhaps he'd find a patrol, or someone else who looked friendly. It was distressing, getting so ridiculously lost all the time.
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City of Mithlonde
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Post by City of Mithlonde on Sept 10, 2017 16:45:41 GMT -8
Instead what he found was a band of orcs.
The outer limits of the City of Mithlonde were not actually inhabited anymore, save for the Mithlondian Rangers that prowled them, keeping out all sorts of nasty creatures. What was the Inner City an age ago is now all that remains inhabited. No defenses exist in the ruins of Old Mithlonde to keep things out, except for the vigilance of the outnumbered and outgunned Mithlondian Rangers.
The orcs could be heard coming, being loud vicious creatures, and Roy's first clue was the spear flying out of the forest, slamming into the ground next to his foot.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 10, 2017 17:08:54 GMT -8
Roy had been in the middle of daydreaming about a cool, sweet bowl of chocolate pudding when the spear landed in front of him, startling him. He jumped back, startled. Where had the spear come from? What was going on? His mind raced, and he heard the orcs approach from the forest. Clearly, whoever it was wasn't very friendly after all, unless the spear was some obscure form of greeting. It didn't seem very likely, however, and Roy wasn't very keen on sticking around and finding out. He fled, running down the road as fast as he could towards the city. Perhaps there was someone who would be able to help him there, if only he could reach it.
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City of Mithlonde
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Roleplay posts: 29
Registered: May 7, 2017 12:14:25 GMT -8
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Post by City of Mithlonde on Sept 11, 2017 16:41:40 GMT -8
Spears, javelins and rocks pelted the area around Roy as he ran, finally making it into the outskirts of the city. The buildings and roads around him were in a state of disarray, ruined and with holes in them, but plenty could be used to hide from the rampaging orcs that were quickly closing in on him.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 11, 2017 19:14:10 GMT -8
Roy very quickly realized that he wouldn't be able to find much help out here. Why was the city abandoned? What had happened? Tripping and dodging over the various projectiles lobbed at him, Roy ducked down a side street, into one of the ruined buildings. He hurried inside, hiding in one of the rooms behind what looked to be a decrepit old bookshelf. How had things gone so wrong? All he'd wanted to do was to visit his aunt, who'd promised to give him some cookies to take back to Roxanne and Uncle Renalt. How had his day gone downhill so quickly? Where had he made a wrong turn?
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City of Mithlonde
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Post by City of Mithlonde on Sept 15, 2017 15:24:14 GMT -8
Roy had evidently made several wrong turns, as the City of Mithlonde was not a place that was just stumbled upon. It was far from any beaten path, and surrounded by all sort of monstrosities. Several Orcs went running by, before one of them noticed him. It advanced on him menacingly, massive hammer swinging loosely in its hands as it grinned at Roy.
"We're gonna be eating well tonight human, hahahaha." The orc laughed, raising up the hammer to smash Roy in...
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 16, 2017 15:15:28 GMT -8
Roy had hoped that the orcs would miss him, but it seemed that luck wasn't in his favor today. He dove out of the way, letting out a squeak of fright as the hammer missed him by mere inches. Why would the orcs want to eat him, anyway? Did he really look that tasty? He'd always hated fighting, but getting eaten was not a pleasant concept. He warmed up a fireball in his hand, concentrating as best he could to prevent it from sputtering out or burning his palm. Fireballs had never been his strong suit, but they were better than nothing.
"S-stop! Don't hurt me, I won't taste good! I just got lost, that's all..."
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
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The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Sept 19, 2017 14:16:43 GMT -8
Rafael was becoming a little more comfortable as he spoke with the Mithlonde elves. His men, however, stayed on their guard, untrusting so soon after battle. "We sent our scouts forward before we came in ourselves," Rafael said, explaining how they had gotten so far. "It worked... until now."
He was quiet for a moment, trying to come up with words that wouldn't offend. "Why is it that Mithlonde no longer has the man power?" Rafael asked. He supposed he'd have a better idea of it once they entered the city proper, but for now they were still traveling along the roads toward the Elven city.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2017 9:36:29 GMT -8
The snake's constant battle for survival brought it before an old and forgotten city. Carefully spying for rodents or lizards that could satiate its hunger, it slithered through the tallest grass and the bush, unnoticed, hidden by the flora until it was time to strike. It could hear shouting nearby. Humans, perhaps? Where humans are, so is food, the creature knew. Its reptilian eyes closely examined the distant figures. It seemed as if predators were hunting its prey. Maybe it, too, could have had a meal today? It quickly made its way over there to take a better look at the chase.
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City of Mithlonde
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Post by City of Mithlonde on Sept 22, 2017 19:25:31 GMT -8
Royal FletcherJust as the orc was about to smash his massive axe into Roy's skull, heedless of the undoubtedly pitiful fireball that Roy was conjuring, an arrow smashed through its skull, and it toppled over onto Roy. In the distance, an elfin figure, ( Feanor Vala) grinned before sending another arrow into the orc's buddy. Silver and blue armored elven warriors came out information from behind another building, colliding with the orc tribal warriors in a vicious display of hand to hand combat. Crown Prince Rafael VinicioThe mage chuckles. "I suppose it would be elf power, but the Cataclysm left our city half in ruins, exposed to the horrors that came after, were it not for the dwarves in Khaldaruhm...we would have perished long ago. We can hold onto our own, occasionally make forays and deal with threats. But permanent gains? We struggle to even keep them out of the city." @snake Nobody seems to take notice of the snake in the ensuing carnage.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 23, 2017 9:44:44 GMT -8
Roy barely had time to react to the thud of the arrow before the orc fell on him, trapping him underneath. As much as he struggled, he was unable to get the stinking orc off of him, and was left helpless. Looking around, he saw the elves in shining armor and hoped that they were friendly, and not just another band of wandering brigands. The armor made them look at least somewhat official, but he couldn't be sure. Still, he didn't want to be stuck under a decaying corpse forever.
"Help! Help me, I'm stuck! Is there anyone there?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2017 10:04:40 GMT -8
The eyes of the snake carefully looked through the new party who seemed to repulse the predators for some reason. Maybe food chain was at work? Perhaps they were the hunters of these predators. There was enough chaos for the snake to be able to slither around the corpses undetected, looking for anything the fallen might have it could feed on, or a small enough victim it could devour later. It would move upon and beneath the dead, bathing itself in the fresh blood of the lifeless.
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Feanor Vala
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Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Sept 24, 2017 7:50:27 GMT -8
Roy barely had time to react to the thud of the arrow before the orc fell on him, trapping him underneath. As much as he struggled, he was unable to get the stinking orc off of him, and was left helpless. Looking around, he saw the elves in shining armor and hoped that they were friendly, and not just another band of wandering brigands. The armor made them look at least somewhat official, but he couldn't be sure. Still, he didn't want to be stuck under a decaying corpse forever. "Help! Help me, I'm stuck! Is there anyone there?" Less than a minute after the orc fell on top of him, the corpse was suddenly shoved off of him, and a grinning elf ranger extended a hand to help Roy up. "Come on lad, let's get you up. Surprised you didn't shred those orcs, every vampire I've ever met could have made short work of that lot. What are you doing here?"
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City of Mithlonde
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Post by City of Mithlonde on Sept 24, 2017 7:54:39 GMT -8
The eyes of the snake carefully looked through the new party who seemed to repulse the predators for some reason. Maybe food chain was at work? Perhaps they were the hunters of these predators. There was enough chaos for the snake to be able to slither around the corpses undetected, looking for anything the fallen might have it could feed on, or a small enough victim it could devour later. It would move upon and beneath the dead, bathing itself in the fresh blood of the lifeless. The snake would find that the outskirts and ruins of the city were inhabited by large, violent rats. Not too large for the snake to handle, but just large enough to provide a significant challenge. It was one such rat that snarled at the snake as it approached the battle.
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