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Post by Toriji on Oct 9, 2008 8:42:51 GMT -5
Dynne skulked along the road with his head bowec. The cold pierced his flesh and ravaged his aging joints. As the wind bit into him, he cursed quitely, but soon the castle came into view. "Finally." He raced over as fast as his freezing body would let him.
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 9, 2008 23:25:20 GMT -5
(Er, should I have my character actually walk in the castle or something? I was kinda waiting for a plot advancement or something. I mean, I don't want to hijack the plot or anything... so, if it's okay for her to actually walk into the castle now, then I'll do that.) (Please.)
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Post by TrueBlue© on Oct 9, 2008 23:54:42 GMT -5
"Your king is calling for aid..."
Through all the air's thickness in the tavern the full sentence took two minutes to reach the alien's sky colored ears, and through the ale another two to realize she had overheard.
"Ah-hmm. [Mission.]" She stood up abruptly, blinking. Yes. Wait.
Veritas plopped back down on the bench, remembering the horrible, horrible cold. The freezing wind that stung her eyes, deadened her imaginary fingers. She shuddered and drained the mug.
Equipped with all her training and a mild buzz, the Pyran tried again. Hands braced on the oaken table, Commander Veritas rose, planted one dirty coin next to the empty mug— as seemed custom —slid off the was-warming bench and didn't look back.
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Post by Son of Marth on Oct 11, 2008 14:43:20 GMT -5
(Yeah, sorry, gonna have to correct you there. This is Neverwinter, of Faerun, of Toril. There is nothing odd at all about adventurers seeking to accomplish great things. Many times throughout Neverwinter's history, it has been able to call upon the aid of adventurers to protect it in the darkest of times.) (Oh, sorry..... I'll correct that before proceeding to the castle.....) (here we go:) (ok, now... on to the castle:) Heather continued walking through the cold breeze, image syncing perfectly with her steps... She shifted her image to appear more formal.... Looking up, she seen the castle at last, and asked the guards for permission to enter. Heather: "I am hear to answer the kings call for aid, may I request entry?"
Guard: "His majesty will be with you at his will, but yes, for now, you may enter. Wait inside for further instruction."The gate opened, and Heather walked inside, still syncing her image with her movement perfectly. She half expected an ambush on the otherside because she was used to it in the past, but there was none, or if there was, it hadn't happened yet. regardless, she knew one thing: she was where she needed to be...
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 11, 2008 22:55:15 GMT -5
(Two things. Please avoid script format in posts in this RP and please don't control the NPCs without permission. That is not how the guards would have responded.)
*Heather*
When the girl addressed the guards, dashing figures with very ornate armor emblazoned with an eye upon their chests and capes, they simply ignored her. She was only one of many passing back and forth through even the castle gates. They would no sooner stop their duties just to treat her as something she wasn't - important - than they would fail to stop someone they actually deemed a threat.
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Oct 11, 2008 23:15:26 GMT -5
Daristan proceeded through the busy town. Slowly making his way through the busy streets, he soon came to the ornate neverwinter castle. He proceeded on his way to enter the building, passing by the guards silently without a word. The king had sent out his word for adventurers, and chances are they would not hold back strangers. He proceeded through a short walk of cooridors before entering into a main hall, where various other adventurers stood, also apparrantly here to hear out the king's request. From there, he stood silent, awaiting the time for the king to make his appearance and subsequent announcement.
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Post by Son of Marth on Oct 12, 2008 18:26:42 GMT -5
(Two things. Please avoid script format in posts in this RP and please don't control the NPCs without permission. That is not how the guards would have responded.) *Heather* When the girl addressed the guards, dashing figures with very ornate armor emblazoned with an eye upon their chests and capes, they simply ignored her. She was only one of many passing back and forth through even the castle gates. They would no sooner stop their duties just to treat her as something she wasn't - important - than they would fail to stop someone they actually deemed a threat. (I apologize, You know I'm an amatuer. I'll fix that post)
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 13, 2008 0:04:58 GMT -5
(No problem. That's why I said please instead of just biting your head off as we all know my favorite pastime to be. ;D Just be careful of editing posts that have already been replied to. You should always make sure they conform to the replies so the rest don't have to go back and change theirs, too.)
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Post by TrueBlue© on Oct 13, 2008 2:02:54 GMT -5
Cold, oh Mogg, this was awful. Veritas wanted to go home and cry, but bereft of emotions strong enough, she put the idea out of her head.
She'd wandered the roads, found the castle by quirk of fortune. She wasn't one hundred percent sure what a castle even was, but she made it.
Now she was shuffling her feet in a huge, beautiful hallway, shivering. There was a man near who didn't look cold, didn't look stupid.
"Excuse me..." The woman mumbled, a cloaked and hooded character that was sidling up beside Daristan. She reached out and tapped his arm lightly, keeping her sleeves past her fingers. "Are you warm, sir?"
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Post by The Silent Orator on Oct 15, 2008 7:42:00 GMT -5
Skye approached the castle in the distance, shivering slightly. Was it the cold? No... the cold didn't bother her. Apprehension... nerves... going on an adventure. It was good enough to make her shiver with excitement, terror, nerves, exhilaration, and apprehension all at once.
She approached the front gate of the castle and looked at the guards (OoC: I'm assuming there are some... correct me if I'm wrong). She shivered once again, this time, maybe from a sharp breeze that finally penetrated through her clothes.
She bowed courteously, but slightly, and said in a scared, but determined tone, "I am here to reply for the call for help. Please, if you will, grant me access."
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 15, 2008 10:29:47 GMT -5
The guards just gave her an irritated glare. After all, the path inside the castle was nearly as busy as the main city gate. She was holding things up with such a question.
Inside, the main meeting hall was filled with people. Most of them were decked out in fancy robes or extremely well-shined armor - the type of people who think they're heroes fit for the job, but really belong back in their estates and likely wouldn't last five minutes.
"Hellfire and damnation," a gruff voice from a well-hooded figure off to Daristan's side and a bit back swore. "A bunch of damned fools rushing to the slaughter, thinking to claim some glory. Idiots, all of them! They have no idea what's going on."
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Post by Toriji on Oct 16, 2008 19:37:39 GMT -5
Dynne shuffled into the the main meeting hall nearly shaking out of his gi. A quick look around would show him the massive ammounts of people. They obviously had little power save for a small group. He shook his head as he tried to heat himself up.
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Post by The Silent Orator on Oct 17, 2008 7:38:58 GMT -5
Skye looked around her for a quick second before mentally slapping herself. Not even started the quest and she had already messed up. She gave a quick bow to the guards before hurrying into the castle. After some walking, Skye was in a majestic, beautiful hallway.
Skye made her way through the crowd until she found a spot she could stand to heat herself up. She wasn't necessarily cold but the warmth was appreciated all the same. A little bit intimidated by the people around her, she kept quiet to herself and adjusted her robes. Giving a quick look at the pendant around her neck, she did all she could to avoid eye-contact with anyone.
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Post by Giant Brother on Oct 19, 2008 18:58:24 GMT -5
"Hey hey hey, cutie." A young man suddenly spoke up from behind Skye. He gave a wry grin to the girl, looking quite dashing in a millitary uniform a bit ahead of the time around him. A saber and a small, tube like object were hung at his side. "What would an adorable girl like you be doing here, hmm?"
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Post by The Silent Orator on Oct 19, 2008 19:42:19 GMT -5
Skye turned to the young man who addressed her. She gave him a quick survey to assess a first impression of him.
"I'm here to offer my services to the lord of the castle. That's what I'm here for... and nothing more," she replied, adding the last part perhaps a bit too emphatically to bat away his advances. She had had enough experiences with guys through her life and she had heard enough from her sister.
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