[rp]war Of The Provinces 10/10 Players!

Flectere's skin is a base of gray with white and black splotches here and there. His clothes are a sort of padding and disguise for his skin, and his eyes are completely black. His composition of his outer body is much like a human, excluding the fact that he only has three toes on each foot. The rings do nothing other than what has already been listed, but when they are broken, they may do a range of things, from sending a huge pulse from the ring, to creating swords and making them disappear, all while they get flung everywhere.
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Sitting down, I kick on the legs of the chair slightly to see if the chair is grounded.
"My name's kind of useless to know if you don't know Latin, but it's Flectere Acheronta. As to where I'm from, well, maybe up there,"
I point up using my thumb.
"Maybe down there,"
I raise my knuckles and use my pointer finger to point down.
"Maybe all around,"
I twirl both pointer fingers in a circle.
"I've been places. What I am? Well, obviously I'm a spooky monster ghost that has come to gather intell back to my demonic lord."
I say sarcastically, and smile, but no one can see that.
"No, I'm not. That was a joke. I'm an observer of sorts. And no, I'm not a spy for the villager people. It's not exactly the best idea to swim across a sea wearing this, and with a couple of magic rings, so I haven't even gone across the ocean. But I observe things and take note of things, and maybe someday I'll be gone... Next questions?"

 

A: Read it.

 

A: I take a U-turn to see if he's following me, and get my knife ready

 

"Might as well conserve energy." I say, Lying down on the bed.

 

Yay........

 

Slevis
"You should. The damn humans are worse than the villagers. Even greedier and more imperialistic. It seems they have tainted your mind. Soon, our armies will march into the Wynn province, and slaughter any who stand in our way. We will impose a government free of greed and corruption. So, what will you do with me? Kill me? Hold me for ransom? Free me? Torture me for information? Whatever you chose, more assassins will come."

A: Free choice

Flectere
He walks to the corner of the room and grabs a clipboard from one of the boxes. He starts writing something down. "I want a serious answer on your origins. Before I have to get one of our mages to pry the information from your mind. Also, these rings...they seem to be just regular enchanted rings, but you mentioned not to let them fall into the wrong hands, and they're not for distribution. What would happen if I gave them to say, a battlemage, and they broke?"

A: Free choice

Leviath
You open the book. After reading it for a few minutes, you find it's a detailed journal of one of the early settlers. One paragraph catches your eye.

Our founder, the great Mekyr, has decided to name the town Rymek, after himself. He also announced that two of us were severely injured by some native tribals. They were human, but spoke a slightly different language. He wants to get revenge for what they did to our people. if all goes well, then in two days we launch an attack on the natives. We've also started construction on another gold mine. None of us can believe how rich the land is with minerals like gold and silver. We'll all be rich, thanks to Mekyr, our leader.

A: Read further
B: Free choice

Chris
After taking a U-Turn, you see he is following you. You doubt they'd attack you out in the open. readying your knife, you think, I'd be safe in the king's castle.

A: Head to the castle
B: Free choice

Robert
You lie down on the bed. You slowly drift off to sleep...

You wake up. You aren't sure low long you've been out, but it most likely hasn't been long. You see that the ship has left the docks, and your window provides a nice ocean view.

A; Go outside
B: Free choice

Do you still want to join?

 

A."Ah, so there is a war. Well, I can't really have you following me around..." I cast Skeleton Army. "Kill them." I'll head to the Outfit shop after that.

 

I kick the chair slightly again to check if it's grounded because last time I tried the chair decided not to respond.
"A large, quick, distribution in magic related to the use of the ring. In short, people die. Varying amounts, depending on how many are around, but if someone were to break it in a populated city, all Hell would break loose. No pun intended. At least, that's what the guy who gave them to me told me. Also, Risen Demon. I'll explain the phrase to you if you didn't get it yet."

 

A: I say, "I remember, your majesty. However, I have played with the thought of using the creature we just captured for our own purposes, it's magic is great indeed."

 

I turn the corner.

 

A: Read Further This suprised me way more than when I found out old man Jenkin was a gold theif

 

Slevis
"Ah, so there is a war. Well, I can't really have you following me around...kill them" She tries to get up, but the skeletons quickly cut her and the villagers down. Your skeletons crumble to dust, seeing no more enemies. Just as you're about to head to the shop, a person turns the corner. They seem to be part dragon, part human. Possibly the result of a strange experiment. They looks at you, surprised.

A: Free choice

I'm going to assume Flectere's blood is red.
Flectere
You shake the chair a bit. The commander doesn't notice, but you find the chair is grounded. "A large, quick, distribution in magic related to the use of the ring. In short, people die. Varying amounts, depending on how many are around, but if someone were to break it in a populated city, all Hell would break loose. No pun intended. At least, that's what the guy who gave them to me told me. Also, Risen Demon. I'll explain the phrase to you if you didn't get it yet." The commander nods as you talk. "Please do. The more information, the better." He writes on his clipboard. The door to the room opens, and enters a man with a briefcase and labcoat. "Sir...is it ready? It will only take a moment." The commander replies, "A few minutes more." The doctor waits in the corner. The commander turns back to you. "Also, you've made it clear you aren't from any of the nearby provinces. What do you know about these ones, specifically Gavel?"

A: Free choice

Referl
"I remember, your majesty. However, I have played with the thought of using the creature we just captured for our own purposes, it's magic is great indeed." You say. The king thinks for a moment while drinking some tea. "From what I've heard, it's powerful. If it cooperates, we could drop it in Gavel and let it...carry out the action. It's disposable too, which means we wouldn't have to send any airships to retrieve it after...its preformed the action. If it agrees, discuss it with me later. I doubt we could make it do anything against its will. Commander Ryan had it taken down to the interrogation room. He's asking it some very basic questions. When you're ready, I'll have a guard escort you down there.

A: Free choice

Raren
You hear the voices speak more. This time, a male voice says, "I betrayed my race? Are you that naive? Do you even think that I give a damn about Elves, or any race in the land?" The female voice continues, "You should. The damn humans are worse than the villagers. Even greedier and more imperialistic. It seems they have tainted your mind. Soon, our armies will march into the Wynn province, and slaughter any who stand in our way. We will impose a government free of greed and corruption. So, what will you do with me? Kill me? Hold me for ransom? Free me? Torture me for information? Whatever you chose, more assassins will come." The male voice replies, "Ah, so there is a war. Well, I can't really have you following me around...kill them" You hear some moving, but then the sound of swords stops it. You hear crumbling. You turn the corner and see a few large piles of dust, three dead elves, and two dead villagers. Standing over them is an elf. They looks at you, surprised.

A: Free choice

Leviath
You continue reading. The next few pages aren't interesting, but a paragraph catches your eye:

We finally killed those damn tribals. There were a lot more than we thought, but we killed a lot. Many of us fell, but they will be remembered. They gave us a future. Mekyr has been appointed mayor of Rymek, and his house has been completed. A bovemist church is under construction, and I hope the future is bright. The natives are gone, and the town is starting to form.

A: Continue reading
B: Free choice

 

It's blue. The blood, I mean. Probably should've mentioned that.
"Hello Sir."
I nod cheerfully to the man with the briefcase, then turn back to the commander.
"It's named Gavel, it's on the other side of the ocean, I've never been there, and there's villagers there. Which you believe are the bad guys, and visa-versa, I'm assuming, as war goes. As far as Risen Demon goes, ever heard of a Fallen Angel? Surely you have. But it's sort of the opposite of that. A Fallen Angel and a Risen Demon are opposites, obviously. Bad Angel, Good Demon, and yes, they exist. The latter typically ends up as a humanoid figure covered in a load of clothes. See where I'm going with this?"

 

A: "I will leave now, Your Majesty."

 

A. "Uhhh, Dragon Human? That's peculiar."

 

*shocked* "What was that all about?"

 

"It was just some business, that's all."

 

(Shouldn't we wait for @Papyrus ?) "Sounded like murder to me."

 

B: Free choice This is all I need to know.. I think I should go to sleep and wait till this morning. The mayor walked to his house, and went to bed.

 

(It's just dialogue. It's not going to kill him that bad.) "They made the move to kill me. I just defended myself. Now if you excuse me..." (Now we wait for Papyrus for action)