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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Fun RP => Topic started by: Indiveren on September 16, 2015, 04:15:42 PM
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There is a town, and a forest nearby. All sorts of people exist here, and many come here. The town has a normal number of people, and the forest isn't too thick but thick enough to be somewhat protective.
"I knew I shouldn't have tried flying through that storm" Dreq says as he lands, laying against a tree. Being carefully aware of his surroundings he slowly falls asleep. Having a hard time remaining awake when he has cuts all along the underside of his wings, and is generally just exhausted.
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Foot steaps and tje sound of clanking glass aproches from the forest. "Well well what do we have here?" As a tall robed figure lookms over the wounded Dragon kin. "Now how does one winend up in this condition hmm?" He says while fiddleing with glass bottles conected to this belt. "Ahhh here we go... this....should help... or it might not...fairly certain it will.... taists lile pig swill however." He says, voice muffled through the plueg mask he has dawned.
"Drink and sleep. When you awake... you will be aome place safe" he says handing you a bottle of black liquid.
"You have lost a fair amount of blood! Time is of the easance!" He pressures.
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Not sure if he can trust the stranger, but being too hurt and tired to actually be able to think it through, he drinks it. Still looking weary and unsure of his situation but at the same time too tired and hurt to do anything about it.
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Within a few moment the potion starts to take effect and you start to drift to sleep.
He says something just befor you fade into sleep
"Your safe now...."
You drift into a deep sleep
(Insert dark orcestral music here)
You awake in a cold sweat in an unfimilar bed, in an un familiar building with potions everywere
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Immediately sitting up after waking up, completely on guard, he looks around. Unsure where he is or if hes safe he takes note of everything within sight. Noting that he's indoors he decides it would be an unwise idea to try and escape without knowing anything, so he backs into a corner as to be able to see the entire room. From his position he plans out how he would defend himself in this room, and how he would get our, while also trying to figure out where he is and if he actually is safe.
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The door of the small hut opens letting a flood of warm light through the opening, and a black figure appears in the door way.
"Well, look whose finaly up." The digure says.
"You shouldnt move too much your wounds havent healed yet and your wings sorry to say got a few new holes" the figure says as he walks into the room holding a small green vial filled with a thick slury of something.
Your eyes adjust to the light and you see a large white wolf dawned in what looks like ancient priest robes.
"Hows your head"
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Calming down a little, seeing as he doesn't seem to be a threat, the initial adrenaline rush dies down. "ugh," he says feeling how hurt he actually is, leaning against the wall a bit. Muttering more to himself then as an actual answer he says "how did it even get this bad, I really didn't think that I'd come out of that hurt this much... ... I don't remember ever managing to hurt this much". His voice sounds a bit strained, from pain and just generally not interacting with people on too much of a regular basis.
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"You were out for about two weeks, partaly cause of the potion" he begins " And due to the speed of the wind in that storm, im auprised you wernt shreded in the air. But the ize of the skid mark in the dirt, and the fact the firat tree you hit, you broke it in half." He says
"Well in short its a damned miricle you didnt break your neck... un like your 1st 2 nd and 4 th rib., soooo... dont meve around and drink this swill, it should aid in the healing and recovery"
H says tossing the vial at you.
"Drink up"
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Trusting a lot more now, he drinks it. Wondering to himself how long it will take for him to fully heal, and about what brought him to this situation. Dreq says "thanks, sorry for being so much trouble..." for the first time actually talking to you.
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"Bahahahaha" he lets out a bolsterous laugh
"Listen if you were touble, i would have burried you out back, ive seen alot in all my ears on midguard here, and you... wernt trouble at all." He says grinning.
*The wolf talks as if he was ancient however he looks like he is in his early twenties*
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"well I'm glad to hear that" he says, sounding slightly relieved "guess I never did get used to being around people enough to tell" he finishes, not being fazed at all by him looking and talking like different ages. Looking one age by one standard and seeming to be another age by the other does that to a person.
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"So... everyone has a pourpose, what is yours here" he says mixing some plants in a pestal bowl and begins grinding them into a paist.
You can see a blue glow coming from the left sleve of his robe.
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"Gather knowledge, learn about how others think, see things from all around the world. To know and gather all I can. Gathering my form of treasure." Dreq says very much sounding like the young dragon he is, but yet still sounding like he knows what hes talking about. "although I suppose that to most that just sounds... childish?" Dreq says, unsure of his wording on that since its been awhile since he has actually talked to a great number of people.
"what about you?" Dreq adds, curious, but almost as an after thought.Its obvious he's good at being interested in learning more, but bad at conversation skills.
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He chuckles," well not so different you and I"
"You could say im here on the same quest, knowlage, and well herbs and what not, there is one speces of mushroom that could unlock well... and evilutonary trate, and all signs point its here, in a temple of some kind"
The wolf looks at him, removes his robe, exposing a scar laden body,and the glowing runes apon his left arm.( he has pants xD) some of the scars look like claw marks, other look like old sword wobef
"On a quest such as this, remember, if its worth having, it's worth fighting for.... in some cases killing for." But im sure in time, you will learn that on your own"
He dawns a old school linen shirt, with lacing straps in the V neck. His pants look like re enforced leather leggings used in scandinavia durring the 300s. Well, why dont we go out and get some air, smells like dragon in here" he chuckles as he walks tward the exit beconing him to follow.
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Dreq nods, and fallows. "anything of worth is worth fighting for, physically or not just depends on context. Although fighting with a storm is not smart... should have waited that time" dreq says, that last part being a little bit of humor to lighten the situation he put himself in. Thinking about all the places he's been and why he doesn't exactly stay anywhere, and what lead him to think that going through that storm wasn't as bad of an idea as it was.
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"Well irst things dirst," they step outside to revieal a small tripe of misc furs, thatched huts and a bon fire in the center.
"Welcome to the midle of nowhere, 10 miles from bum **censor** egypt"
"I dont live here, but every.... 5or so years i come back. Help them with medicen"
You see a large totem pole, and at the top you see what looks like a plueg mask you seen the wolf wearing.
" Me thinks they think im some kind of deity or something of the sort"
You ee he has the biggeat hut in the vilage.
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Dreq nods, showing he heard him. He doesn't say anything, thinking 'wasn't I last in a forest, near a town...' unsure even what to think of that. 'then again I didn't actually have a place I was aiming to go that time, just to go anywhere but where I was, so I guess I got my wish' he thinks remaining mostly calm about it. He pays attention to all of the details around him, might as well learn what he can from what he can see while he has the chance.
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((Sorry forgot about the town))
Well my new friend, what can you...welll... do? He says making his hands fold, sounding like a job interview
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((oh well))
Dreq shrugs "anything interesting really, I can easily do most physical stuff, I'm good with technology... anything involving getting knowledge or observing something is kinda my specialty... ... OH! and I've been told I'm really good at photography, although the camera I use for that is in some miscellaneous spot that obviously I can't get back to easily right now" he says, quite aware that that last part is really unusual considering who he is, but its the one thing he does that isn't just part of being part dragon. He falls silent again as he tries to figure out why this question was asked, what they are doing anyway, and honestly the whole basis of his situation...
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((THAT DRAGON IS A SPY!!! Its spyro!! XD))
"I see... sooo... whome may i ask, are you working for" stairing at him stright faced.
((Trust me he ain mad lol))
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"... ... myself..." Dreq says honestly confused at the very idea of it. To him the pursuit of knowledge in and of itself is valuable so the very idea of someone not being willing to do that for themself has always confused him.
((wow you managed to catch a meaning in what I typed, that I honestly didn't even think of, you sir are amazing. Never thought someone would out think my writing...))
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((You love tech, info and photogrophy, i got this lol))
" the pause isnt too conferming, but not that i care, like to gather info myself, but.... well not like well you do. Tell me if you wish, if not no skin off of my nose." He takes a rather large swig of burbon he pulls from one of the flasks o his belt.
" Me peronaly, I do it cause of my faith, not for.... well..... money.but... informatin is .... well expensive. And i know my fai share.... not like ita relivant... well anymore" he says.
He offers the alchahol to the dragon.
" Its good.... kinda... like everything i make,... taists like pig swill...."
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He tilts his head to the side in confusion, asking in a somewhat childish manner "but... doesn't everybody like gathering information, why would anyone need to do it for someone else?" honestly sounding really confused, and kinda like a child, which is where the whole young for a dragon part comes in.
Dreq nodes no and says "no, I don't want that" never having been the type to drink alcohol
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"Well its not for everyone.... but, me myself ive delt a few... well not the time for that.... but anyway" he walks with the dragon. Down to the square. Where people greet him like a long lost member of their family,
"Well, you have a mission here, as well as I. Dont care what your altimatum is as long as i get what im after., who knows, it may save your life.. and that of many others.... and all that mumbo jumbo." He says his talking with his hands as well.
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Dreq is confused at being heated so friendly, not being used to that.
He tilts his head to the side, while listening, wondering what he could possibly be talking about
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He rambles on a bit, his back to you, then hestops suddenly and turns fast.
"Sorry, made a ew bad potions in my time... messed me up...alittle..... well alot... but any ay."
He chuckles then sighs.
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Dreq shrugs willing to listen anyway, for him it's fun to try to make sense of it.
((Also auto correct, as you may have guessed I meant treated not heated))
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"Ok... well how about a small... well lets call it a quest, gather some intell about this... well temple, i havent realy told the locals what im looking for... but im sure they will be more than willing to help me.... i mean us."
He looks at a small vial of clear liquid. The lable has "Synthesised ergot" on it.
"Man terry needs to pick ths up" he says with a bit of anoiance. "Also hope he knows what he is in for"
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"ok!" Dreq says, perfectly happy with the idea because of his love for knowledge."this sounds like fun" he finishes.
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"Good you sound egar!" He says with a wide smial. Go talk with some of the merchants ill go speak with the chief."he says as he claps his hands togeather
((Your turn to come up with some dialog lol you know this world better than i do))
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((I set up the stage, but as to the story I have no clue, but that the fun of it))
Dreq walks over to one of the merchants and asks "whats up with that temple?" but the merchant although clearly having heard him, doesn't answer. After trying a bit more and waiting some he goes to try some other merchants.
Meanwhile the chief does not seem to like the idea of anyone investigating the temple, insisting that its evil and should be left alone.
Eventually one merchant, at the very edge of where the merchants are, with no one around, speaks... without having been asked. The merchant says "hey, I know what you want to know" and motioning for Dreq to come over says "come here and I can help".
Being slightly cautious Dreq walks over to the merchant, staying silent but obviously wanting to hear.
"An ancient thing, an old riddle rings, guarded like a dragons treasure, a kings throne, a curse that threatens one alone" the merchant says, cryptically, almost sounding like its not him speaking, but Dreq doesn't know him well enough to tell.
"what riddle" Dreq asks, thinking maybe the riddle will help put this together
"which of those things is the one that the curse threatens" the merchant replies. Suddenly looking like he's just realized he's late and has something to do, he starts looking around and picking stuff up. "off you go! I'm closing so there's nothing here for you! off with you!" the merchant says, trying to get Dreq to leave.
Dreq, silently, leaves, thinking the riddle over. "an ancient thing, has to be one of the options... guarded like a dragons treasure... so the place itself, and.. oh! I see, now which is it"
((keeping in mind that getting that riddle would have taken all day, and thats why I have the "meanwhile" part there...))
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"Ever sence his father died the new chief turned into a little prick"
Rag says walking back with pissed look on her face.
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Dreq is walking muttering to himself "this is so much of a cliche that it actually makes it harder to figure out because of the cliche... and that "riddle" isn't a riddle..."
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((Sorry lost internet for a while))
"What did you come up with?" He says as he unscrews a flask and takes a swig from it
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"A riddle about the place, and that everyone who doesn't sound shady doesn't want to talk about it" dreq says, sounding slightly annoyed "the situation and the riddle itself is so much of a cliche that I have no idea what the actual answer is. How am I supposed to know between the three options left of which is the answer... ugh... I feel like I'm missing something key."
((I understand, although I almost managed to forget what the answer to the riddle was, that would have sucked (luckly I remembered the answer because of dreq trying to figure it out)))