§forests Of The Dark§ (rp)

"..." I walked off back to the Hellwood city

 

I wait patiently for something to happen.

 

As the fog was over,I look around."......"
I move my arm,and is reminded of the knife on my arm.I walk under a tree as I hold my right arm and sit down.
I move my sight to somewhere else as I pluck the knife out,then I cover the wound with my left hand,casting a heal spell.
'The bleed won't last long..I am glad that it didn't hit anywhere lethal.'
As I do so,I look at the ground,where I put down my daggers,observing their state.

 

Your daggers are extremely weathered. They look as though even touching them will cause them to crumble to dust, though you know it will take more than a touch to do that.

The wall opens up, revealing a long hallway. "Follow." The monster says, motioning for you to walk into the hall with him.

That's a long journey bro, you're like at the edge of Western Forest.
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You start what you know will be an incredibly long journey back to Hellwood. You trudge through the forest for a few minutes, when you encounter a lake.

You attempt to call in a flash flood. Nothing happens. It seems there isn't actually a lot of water near you. In fact, it seems that the water would have to burst through some rocks to get to you. You also can't seem to form a larger version of your Hydrolance.

 

I stay still until the spell is done,then check where my wound was at.I carefully pick up my dilapidated daggers back into the pocket,considering not to take them out even the situation was as dire.
As the daggers return to their pocket,I notice the knife I removed from the wound.I pick it up and try to figure out some details.

 

I continued walking

 

I follow the monster into the hall.

 

I look at the signs to see where I want to go.

 

I offer him the dagger.

 

(It's a metal identical to mithril, just a bit less protection properties, and more free-moving properties. I'm wearing a chestpiece, leggings, boots, and a helmet. Due to my standard attack being archery, instead of having small gauntlets, I have leather gloves leaving the tips of my fingers free. Do you need me to make an action, or was that just what you needed?)

 

"I am a satyr. Would you like to settle this peacefully, or die?" I reply.

 

"Crap."
I run to the edges of the arena, trying to find a more defendable location.

 

What's wrong? I asked

 

After 2 hours of walking, I dropped myself on the grass as I felt tired; sleeping off a few minutes later

 

After all of the mages annoyances I must destroy their forcefeild!

 

You continue walking for about two hours. You take a nice little power nap.
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You awaken on the ground, feeling energized.

At the bottom of the cave is a dragon egg. "Sir, we're not sure how this got here, but we think it's a bad omen. Me, several other soldiers, and a few more aide-de-camps had a discussion about this. We think we should dispose of it immediately. However, we believe you should get the final say in this."

You run to a corner of the arena, where thick fighting is occurring. You watch as a reptillion punches an orc to the ground, and repeatedly punches the orc before the orc taps the ground repeatedly, as if to surrender. The reptillion moves on to another target. The pigman shouts out in both languages, "Know that in a real battle, things can change! Plans are only plans! Plans do not win battles! It is how fast you can react to these changes and successfully adjust your plans!" Suddenly, the arena is flooded with about 2 feet of water. You're not even sure where the water came from.

The soldier looks terrified, and then runs off to another part of the battle.

He has the same armor as you, except having massive gauntlets.
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Your partner says, "Your move."

You place the dagger in his open palm. A bright flash of light erupts from his palm, and he disappears. Congratulations. You may have just lost your weapon.
OOC: Come on, we both know you didn't.

The fireball barrage stops, but the crossbow barrage continues. You charge the forcefield again, effectively shattering it, giving you another burn.

The signs read, "Market, Town Sqaure, Bank, Botanist, Presidential Building, Barracks, Apothecary, Residential area" and a whole other list of less interesting places to visit.

After walking for a while into the hall, you enter a massive chamber, with guards lining all sides of it. The chamber is made of pure gold and other precious gems. There is a throne in the middle of the room, with a tiny slime sitting on it, looking at you curiously.

It is an extraordinarily magical knife. It is bursting with arcane energy. You figure that whoever this attacker of yours is, they aren't some alleyway mercenary.

 

Finally! I charge in to kill the mages

 

You swoop in to kill them, but they collectively form a massive flamethrower that effectively stops you. It doesn't hurt much thanks to your thick scales, but it is certainly hot.

 

Guess I have to stay on the floor and claw them!

 

"What, no introduction?"
I taunt.
"I guess you do have reason to be royally pissed off at me."
I say, taking aim.
I fire an arrow at his shoulder.