A Dying Land (rp)

Ah :) Yeah. my character often hunches a bit to disguise himself while in a crowd, considering he's about 6-7 feet tall when he tries to look all big and scary XD

For the sake of people reading easier, this is a slightly more universal key. You dont need to use it if you don't want, but, here it is anyways

For example

"Hm" he thought "This looks slightly off" walking to the askew painting
*Fixes the painting*
"Aha! A passageway!" he spoke, in surprise

Also, for the "thoughts" you dont need to use italics, i just used it for this case you'd know a bit easier

 

*Meanwhile*

Yellow Text: Little bit of details about the king's personality, and some new places.
The bigger bounty hunter grabs the dagger and put it at Slevis's neck.
Before he can kill him, a knock was heard above the door. The bounty hunter put a rag in his mouth.

"Defe, get the door"
"Got it"

"Hello?"
"Hello sir. I am the tax collector for the king. You should know why we are here."
"What? Already? We already paid the tax last week!"
"Men."

He heard them draw their weapons.

"WAITWAITWAIT! My brother and I have a well-known criminal!"
"Hmm, that would be acceptable. Who are they?"
"Slevis the Necromancer."
"Bring him here."

Slevis panicked,"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" He tried to struggle free.


"KEFE! BRING HIM HERE FOR THE TAX COLLECTOR! PLEASE!"
"Stop struggling, it won't do you any good! HAHAHA!"
"SHUT UP"

Slevis head-butted him. He uses the dagger on Kefe's hand to break free.
He quickly grabbed his gear and blew a hole in the wall with a dark spell.

"BYE GUYS!"

He ran outside to a forest. The forest is called Igie, it is known for it's ruby flowers.
What he didn't know is that he ran into a desert.
He checked his surroundings; he's in a desert.
"A desert? With a big, deep ravine...That has mirrors! That's new. But, this desert supposed to be west of Igie. I ran north, there's suppose to be a swamp here..."

While he is thinking, he felt a strong gush of wind push him into a ravine.
"F*CK"

 

Perfect, dying of laughter

 

Arisius laid there for what felt like hours, but to his amusement, the doors opened to a vault. Ironically, the vault had all his gear,
"Ha!" He shouted in joy "These guys dont know anything on being a bad guy, you clearly dont leave the gear of the trapped in the-"
But was cut off by a man coming to investigate, realizing his mistake.
Sh!t, what was i thinking, What am i thinking?
"Hey!" The guard shouted
"Now son, hay is for horses, i am clearly a... Elf, now then, there are 2 ways this can go, i can leave, with you're body mangled, or you can let me leave, and i'll spare you."
"You are so Gon-"
At that moment, Arisius stopped paying attention, as he saw a dark shadow, almost too dark, What? How is that? I don't see anything that could do that...
*WHACK*
Hit upside the head with the hilt of a sword, how embarrassing. Arisius fell facefirst on the floor, and passed out almost instanaiously.
The next thing he knows, he's back outside, this time, a man in a blue robe is there
"First off, why are you wearing a toga? Second, who are you?"

 

"Err...you're asking about that? Of all the questions you could ask first, you asked about my clothes. Anyway, my name is...uhh...Keller. I am a mage of sorts."
"Anyway, for about a few hours, you've been knocked out by some crazy mages. They managed to make this whole desert an illusion. This is actually a swamp. The ravine we fell through is more like a deep cave. That cave happened to be a lab where they did some weird ass thing. I managed to not get caught by them because they were occupied with you. Long story short, they are not going outside for a long time."

 

"What? You Make a stink about me not asking important questions, and nothing from you? I think we will get along fine, you still haven't answered my question though, What Are you wearing?"
"Either way, thanks? i don't know, but one of them looked familiar, i think he was part of a raider group, i don't remember which one, but i think it started with a z, or something"
"Well, i best be off, gotta go get so-"
*reaches for a map that isn't there*
"Where is it? Where's my map?"
*Frantically searches for the map*
"Well, guess i cant get much farther, you seem to know this place, so why don't i follow you?"

 

"No. I don't need you following me. Go that way." Slevis points west
"That's the way to the nearest city. Bye"

Slevis walks aways.

 

"What i jerk" Arisius mutters to himself. "Oh well, the next city should be west, like he said, so i'll head west."

 

*A loud dragoncry can be heard, and a shadow passes overhead Slevis and Arisius (its huge, so it covers both at once)*

"HEEL, YOU STUPID LIZARD!" a voice can be heard calling from above....Strange, all riders should've been wiped out years ago..
"Land down, NOW." the voice called again, and a loud 'THUD' is heard. A dragon is standing imbetween the "elf" and necromancer. Tall, long-necked, and a beautiful deep green, its talons sinking into the earth.

"SCREEEEEE" It's cry calls out. It could only be a fledgling or young dragon, because now that you see it up close, its only just big enough for the masked rider to be seated on. Its wings are HUGE however, seeing as it has to support a dragon AND a rider.

*The rider turns and stares at the 2 adventurers, one after the other, for about a minute each, not saying a word. Long, thin metallic claws roll out from the black leather gloves the rider is wearing, he stands on the large, wide wing of the dragonling, in a battle stance*

"Who the hell are you and why should i not pump your skull full of metal claw right this second?" he says, chillingly calm, to Slevis

 

*walking over to the Rider With a smug look on his face*
"I Dont want to ruin what seems to be this, Wonderful reunion, but i would like to ask, WHAT THE F*** is that?!" *pointing at the dragon*
"Anyway... Hi, my name is arisius, and i am part of this anger circle as well, next."

 

"That, my friend, is a nightflame. She's a bloody good flier, but stubborn as all hell. The name is Shadow. Pleasure to meet you.
*goes to pull down the mask, but decides otherwise, and instead turns, takes off mask, and puts on a black bandana. Then, proceeds to wrap a black band around my forehead as well.*
His eyes are a chilling ice blue, a small scar running from his brow to his cheek, before stopping at the bandana.
"I would show you my face, but right now its rather nasty. Got welts from this tempermental reptile's fire. Hopefully she'll shape up soon, or i'll have to set her off across the ocean to pester some other poor sod."

*Sheathes the metallic talons back inside my black gloves*

"Now if you'll excuse me, i'm gonna need you to step about 5 feet to the side for a moment...."

*Clicks a switch next to the dragons leg, and a mechanism works its way around, bending and moving the dragon's leg in a series of patterns. After about a minute, the mechanism stops, releasing its grip from the Nightflame's leg, and the ground fades away, leading to a pathway down and under the ground*

"I'd reccomend you stay here. Unless you're into dead bodies and deathtraps. I'll be back in a minute, i need to grab something from my vault."

 

A vault? Ha, how cliche, although, that is one big dragon, and those were some scary eyes, best to listen to him now, see if that gets me anywhere, if not, oh well.

 

"I can hear you, yknow...." the voice echos through the hallway in the ground.
(yes ik thats your character thinking. Shadow develops a weak telepathic link with anyone in a 30-some foot radius. AKA He can hear your thoughts if you're near him)

"Anyways, i disabled the traps if you wanna come see....Just watch out for the 5th pillar on the left - I'm not sure if that skeleton is still living or not, so i chained it to the pillar"
-The dragon relaxes, curling up into a small ring, and falling asleep...Best not try it though, it looks like it could be faking-

 

"Trust the phycic dragan man, or leave now, hmmm death... Or adventure?"
*shrugs* "whatever, nothing to lose"
*gets a running start to jump in, then stops inches before* "wait, living skeleton? Wow, this is the most cliche dungeon I have ever seen, meaning I have to go do what he says not to, just to reveal important story, but that never ends well, so what's there to lose?" *Jumps down*
"Jeranimo!"

 

Just gonna hop in here. Time skips are the shit.

"And thus the... Hunt begins..."
A man with a voice tainted beyond his true age, and a disposition colder than that of the very winds which haunt his halls muttered. Those very halls in which he would slaughter all who opposed him, all who tried to appease him, and all who drew near to him.

It was an almost picturesque scene, with the told withered man, alone in his great fortress, taking company in only his madness and love of hatred. An inkwell had been spilled, what looked like days ago, across a desk, riddled with maps, tomes, and manuscripts that not even the pleasant clarity of insanity could make sense of.

This was the wasting mire, of Falenkarth. Or that was what Keniethe called it in his ramblings. He had no clue what those in the houses below called it, but he had ideas. Each idea was scrawled on a scroll, and for each letter, no, for each drop of ink, that much blood was spilled below. Each idea was the ending of another. It did not matter when, where, or why. Thus, as the sun began to set on an unnamed citadel, a man slowly, begins to unravel.
"Should I not deliver bounty upon my head, may I serve as another, for another..."

 

(You would not believe how much that made me laugh xD)


*i jog out to make sure the midget archer doesnt kill himself on accident*

"When i said the skeleton was living - I didnt mean it was "brought to life by unholy magic" or anything. It used to be my other pet dragon, Flare. He was a beauty. Crimson red and strong as 5 dragons. Unfortunately he died a year ago. The few bones left i put back together and unfortunately every time i come back in he' moved slightly. I dont know yet if its someone pilfering through my supplies or if he's still alive. Dragons don't work with human anatomy. They got this weird core thing which controls all their limbs, seperated or not, so if a limb is severed it can put it back into place, and it'll heal over time. I forget what its called, frankly. Think i might have one too, but i dunno. I'm only half dragon, so probably not.."

"Oh, i just realized you're probably freaking out right now, considering i just told you I'm not human. I'm whats called a "drake". I live long, i got claws *The metallic dagger-like blades roll from my gloves again, for dramatic effect, before i sheath them again* and i can fly. Unfortunately i suck at levitation, so i can't fly in closed spaces...Wingspan and all...."

-i gesture to the small bumps on my back, one between my shoulder-blades and one on my tailbone-

"And as you can figure by the lower mark, i DO have a tail. Pretty wimpy, cant do anything cool with it, but its at least another way to keep me from flying off the back of that temper-mental oversized lizard-bird up there."

(That's what i call the Nightflame. I'll probably name her later, but i dunno what to)


"Also as you can probably tell by this over-dramatic walk-and-talk, i enjoy exposition. Its funny watching the full-breeds gawk in awe when i tell them about being a half-dragon and all."

*I call back a few words. Perhaps they're magic, or just too fast to hear*
"Cliiiick kakakak" a noise comes from back behind us

"Ah, okay. I'll be right back." -i dash back, leaving a small cloud of dust from the old unclean hallway-

*A quick clatter of metal on metal is heard, and then the retreating footsteps of someone clad in armor. Then a THUD of a body falling*

-i rush back- "Sorry. Looters."

 

Considering I just almost went through raider surgery with magic hallucinations-not drugs, I swear- Im not exactly phased, did a bit of studying back at my old school, didn't dragons die out years ago? Also, I think the phrase for the limb movement was skaaf-something, really don't remember. Besides that, I've not seen much magic, besides some guy teaching me to summon arrows from the sky, or using lighter to light the em on fire."
*pulls musket out of pockets* " appearantly I can hold much In these magic pockets that travel to another dimension, or I get slowed down if I'm a tissue over the limit, no clue how it works, he also taught me how to pick things out of the alternate dimension, so yadda yadda, as for the expo, much needed, rather not get killed by a skeleton just to be brought back, thanks"

 

OOC: SLEEP WHYYYYY. Let's pretend I follow you guys down the cave.

"Ok then. Sorry about being slient. I was phasing out for a second. Anyway, let's take care of these looters."
Slevis pulls out a tome and his staff. He summons two skeletons.

"THESE ARE NOT DEAD DRAGONS!"

 

"Oh hey look, it's the scavver, how be it, Mr. Dont need no help?"
*Takes a second to allow the scenery to take effect*
"Huh, the decour is odd, the dragon bones are a bit cliche, but aside from that, i think it's roomy, could use for some lights though, kinda dark."
*Takes a lit torch out of Pockets*
"Ah, thats better, light. Still, i dont know why there are so many things i can fit in these 3x3 Inch Pockets, like this 4 foot musket, oh well, not like magic isn't common round these parts."
*pulls hood down to reveal Pointy ears and and deep brown hair, although the mask is still on, most of the facial features can be made *
*With a large Grin on his face* "Where to Now?"

 

name Lane
Species/Race Human
Preferred fighting style Musket
Preferred weapon Musket and Bayonet
Powers or traits that wouldn't be found in said species/race (I.E. A human with color-changing eyes and ice magic) Abel to light bullets on fire.
Unbreakable Bayonet, and has small levitation powers
If you could, please make my character intro Esonic03