[rp] Mortal 11/11

I'll take a look.

(Yes, I am taking the Japanese class my school offers. It's not easy ;-;)

 

(I'm taking French and Spanish while my grandmother speaks in Khmer. Yay)

 

I learn Chinese ^^
*highfive for learning Asian languages*

 

Say "Hey, can I help you?" and grin nervously.

 

"You... you're a dragon?" The man whimpers. Rathius growls in annoyance.
"So what if I am?" He says, and pulls up the scarf, covering his marks. "This boy needs help."

The man snaps out of his fear. He nods nervously. "The others can't see him. I have a rare ability to see spiritual forms, that's how I can see that you're a dragon and such. This boy... he has almost zero spiritual energy."

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Yes you do.

The Balrog gives a deafening roar, which echoes through the entire cavern. The dwarves cower in fear. Even the goblins and trolls shy away from the enormous creature.

Uadlokii leaps off the balcony, landing on the roof of a house. He scans the Balrog, which radiates so much spirit energy, it makes Uadlokii a bit dizzy.

Uadlokii almost drops his axe in shock. The monster is S class. S class.

I am no match against such a foe. Uadlokii thinks. I have resistance to fire, though; if I can dodge his attacks, I might be able to slow him down or wound him.

Do you:
A. Charge at the monster (if so how)
B. Help evacuate the dwarves
C. Run
D. Free action

 

yes pls

 

Rathius: "Can't you help him somehow?"

 

The elf frowns, then nods in recognition. "Yes." The elf says. "He was outside in the market when I came here. Larbi, isn't it?"

Fen'ris nods. "As you see, I must capture the pretender and give him to one of the soldiers who is being sent here when I complete my job."

The elf stands. "Alright, I shall assist you. Do you want to go have a look at this man; just so we can see how many guards he has, where he stays, etc."

Do you:
A. free choice (your monsters are still in the inn)

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We have 6 players and a reserved spot for Vansil.

 

Oh, ask me anything if you need help: I can speak Japanese.

And I learn Chinese. lol :D


Asakeryu walks up to the crowd. Not being that tall, he has trouble seeing the man in the middle, who is standing on a stage, surrounded by people. Asakeryu approaches close enough to hear the man say; "-King Rumilius is young and inexperienced. As the late King Robelt's faithful adopted son and a man both experienced in ruling and in politics, I should be the one to be on the throne! Rumilius tries to form an alliance with Aurallim: with an enemy whom we've been fighting for generations! When I take the throne, I shall end this war once and for all!"

This time, more people cheer for Larbi. Asakeryu step back, having mixed thoughts. Rehniar forming an alliance with Aurallim? That was a foreign thought. But what Larbi said sounded a bit edgy. The other people might not have noticed it, but as a foreigner, Asakeryu thinks this man a bit suspicious.

He yawns. The day was getting older. He was tired from travelling and camping in the open from last night. He looks around the town for a good half an hour, and finally finds two inns. He chooses the cheaper one, which costs an EB for a stay.

Once the boy goes into his room, he lets out his tail. He didn't dare go into full transformation, but just letting his tail out was comforting.

Soon he falls asleep.

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5:00 AM Day 2

Asakeryu wakes up suddenly. He looks out at the window sleepily and sees the first evidence of the sun coming up in the distance. (the sun rises quite early relatively in this world)
He rubs his eyes and walks up to the window. He looks up, and see the market still empty. He is about to turn away when he notices a single figure hurrying down the street. Straining his eyes, Asakeryu sees the person.

The brown-haired girl from the 'Hellbirds'. She holds a black box in her hands, which looks heavy, but the girl carries it easily. She wears a midnight-black cloak, with her hood pulled back. Something else catches Asakeryu's attention: Something glints on the girl's waist.

A hilt of a dagger.


What do you do?

 

I count 8 people
Me, Gushy, Tisaun, Florfy, WolfieVerse, Vansil, Rawb and yourself

 

pls edit

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thank you

 

The boy approaches Michael. Michael becomes tense, his hand halfway reaching for his sword.

The boy steps back and nods. "C class. You're pretty powerful for a one so young, eh?"

Michael growls. "Who are you?" He says, quietly. "What do you want?"

The boy gives a loose grin. Now that Michael has a good look, he takes in the boy's appearance. He has black hair, which is untidy and uncut. His eyes are purple, and he has a scar on his right cheek. He stands shorter than Michael. He is relatively thin, but he has muscles of a swordsman. He wears a black coat that extends to his knees and two swords on his back.

He cocks his head, and three more people walk up behind the boy. One is a younger boy, around 14. He has short brown hair and a tanned skin. He wears foreign clothes, which consists of green fabrics and hard metal plates. On his belt is a green sword, about as long as Mike's sword.

The other is a woman in her twenties. She has curly brown hair and has olive skin. Her eyes are thick brown. She wears a brown dress with a hood.

The last is a girl around thirteen. She has straight, shiny black hair down to her chest. She wears a plain black cloak. Her eyes are golden: and just looking into them can tell that this girl is much older than thirteen. She has an enormous sword strapped onto her back.

"You're looking for Luratos, aren't you? We are, too."

 

"How do you know him?" mike replies "shocked"
(No pun intended..)

 

@Tisaun

"Princess Remilia!" Tisaun says, shocked. "What are you doing here, your majesty?"

"Just Remilia is fine, soldier." The princess says. She stretches and stands up. "Your skill with that spear is amazing. You are a part of Rehniar army, aren't you?"

"Was." Tisaun looks into the distance. "I wish to explore the world, to build up my wisdom and knowledge, to better serve the province."

"Ha! When you're so young?" Remilia says. "I can't say so myself, though: I'm only sixteen, and my brother is only eighteen when he is a King."

There is a pause. "So, Princess." Tisaun says, trying to sound informal despite his nervousness. This princess was no ordinary royalty: She was an extremely skilled swordswoman. She was respected throughout the province. "Why are you all the way down in Oaken?"

"'Take care of the pretender.' My brother said." Remilia smirks. "'I've hired a mercenary; I want you to get him back to Arcuntar, and show the people of Oaken who the real royalty is.'"

"The pretender." Tisaun nods. He has seen this man Larbi, shouting in the night market last night. But since Larbi was a member of Rehniar council, Tisaun couldn't take any action against it.

"Hm. You say you want to gain experience? This will be interesting to watch, you should follow me. What should I call you?"

"I'm Tisaun Sodeta, your majesty."

"Good. So do you want to come or not?"

 

"Of course, but we shall make a detour first at the inn I am staying at." Fen'ris says.

 

"Who the hell...?" Basil leaps up from his chair. He was cleaning his knife, sitting across from Scar, who is snoring in her chair.

Basil lowers his knife when he sees that the elf is accompanied by Fen'ris.

Scar groans and opens her eyes. She looks at the three of them sleepily, then swings her tail left and right. "What happened?"

"This is Wyrmin." Fen'ris introduces the elf to his monsters. "He's helping us capture Larbi, then we go with him to Seminar to expel a monster."

Basil frowns. "Okay. But can we trust him?"

Fen'ris nods. "There's an actual letter from the Seminar Lord; he gave it to me. It should be fine."

Wyrmin nods. "Should we get going, then?"

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"That was a question we were going to ask you." The young girl with golden eyes say. "Why are you looking for Luratos?

 

"Of course." Fen'ris says, letting everyone else get out of the room first before him.

 

The man shakes his head. "My ability is only to see spiritual energy, and not control them. I think the best thing you can do for this boy is to let him rest."

 

Twenty-four guards. A secretary. Two of his sons, who seems to be fighters. Five officials from Rehniar. Seven servants.
Larbi & co. stays at a rather big apartment at the middle of Oaken. The guards are stationed both outside and inside the building.

"It would be unwise to attack them now." Basil notes. "Too many people. Besides, we can attack them early in the morning; when they are sleepy and stuff"

 

"Uhm...my father told me to look for him. Guess he's an old friend."