Junigard game thread - This is where you play

[ExSPlug]

"Thank you for the advice, but I have no choice. Not only for the gold, also for Dockport, my home...If we don't do anything, sooner or later, they would invade Dockport."

"I see...but a drow like you from Dockport?"

Fenriss then told Krobald of how he ended up in Dockport.

"...it's 5 years from now. By the way, what do you seek in Beholder's?"

[Cyborg]

Krobald felt no need to hide his goal and said: "I seek an amulet left there by an unfortunate wizard. It has great powers, and should not fall into the hands of any of our enemies."

"Anyway," he interrupted himself, "I will protect you for a little while since the pirate force on the islands you seek is of such an overwhelming force that you would never have beaten it should you be a hundred times as many people as you are now. Tomorrow, you'll reach it, and I promise you that tomorrow, you're also sailing home, either in a coffin or in your ship fleeing from pirates."

"I feel that it is my duty to make sure that not the coffin part will happen to you, and I will hold them off should their numbers be too many."

Krobalt waved a bit with his staff, and the ship turned in the same direction as your ship.

[ExSPlug]

Fenriss and his companions are now back at their ship.

"Hmm...a Braam Mage. His advices won't be wrong. Kai, Johnny, go inform our men, we're heading back." ordered Scyther.

"Are we leaving the pirates to take the ships, then our city?"

"Calm down, Fenriss. Sheer anger brings nothing but failure. The pirates will be wiped out, but not now. Now bring me to the mage.

Back at the Braam vessel...Fenriss and Scyther is now at Krobald's room.

"Those pirates must be dealt with sooner or later. If not, not only Junigard, but Braam would also be infested by them."

"So...what do you wish?"

"Alliance. First between the Trader's Guild and the Braam Guild of Mages. Then, I would try to get the Kindoms of Junigard to help us. The guild would give anything in return. Should you accept the offer, my men and I would be under your command now."

[Cyborg]

TO: Fenriss

"You see, Braam has never had any big trouble with pirates, since we are a smaller society than the mainland. Also, there are many powerful guilds there, and pirates hates organized enemies.

Anyway, I agree the pirates are annoying, but I must think about the possible number of casualties in a possible war. For a war it would be. The pirates talk with their hands and cutlasses."

Krobald stopped to think for a moment, opened a map on the table, and then drew invisible lines with his right index finger.

"Hmm." He was thinking deeply.

"We will never be able to get rid of the pirates totally, as they can carry on without a leader in small groups."

"Nevertheless I will, after I've found my amulet again, head back to my guild and discuss this with the rest of the members.

Expect us to join you as your allies. I will visit your guild in Dockport when I'm finished. That would be in, say about two or three weeks."

The mage was now finished with his calculations and assumptions, and was waiting for your response.

TO: Turgon

The arrows came in waves, and in the next wave of arrows, a thin one with a small armor piercing head penetrated Turgon's shield, but stopped a few centimetres through it. Two other ones hit the shield, but were effectively deflected.

As he ran towards the archers, he saw their shapes. They looked like goblins, although a bit too high and muscular. There were two of them. They wore bows and quivers half full of arrows, and were on their way to load their bows once again, with two arrows each.

[The_Sadukar]

Trugon slammed his sheild onto one of the 2 enemies, knocking him off his feet, he then quickly struck at the other with his sword.

[Cyborg]

A goblin of the same sub race jumps out of a nearby bush.

He has a scimitar and a metal buckler.

His armor is chain mail, and his face as ugly as goblin faces usually are.

He tries to slash you with his scimitar, but hits one of the stronger parts of your armour, so no damage is inflicted.

The two archers make great effort to get away, and the fighter goblin takes their place.

[Dragoon Knight]

Three Goblins, assumedly from the camp that Leivan had passed beforehand, now entered the picture.

"[snort] 'Ee went through 'ere..." said one of the Goblins that appeared from the bushes and shrubbery.

"Silent one, 'ee is. Quick 'n all." said the second one.

"Ahh," said the third one, tapping his only eye, a great scar replacing his other, "but not quick enough for me blinka 'ere... hur hur hur."

The other two joined in the laughing. Leivan, watching from behind a large branch covered with leaves and hanging creepers and vines, thought it best to try and escape undetected.

"Not gonna be easy..." he thought to himself, for there was no cover aside from the tree he was hiding behind now. Leivan listened to them talk for a while longer, and then decided that escape was no longer an option. He stepped out from his cover.

"Looking for me?" he said simply. The goblins were startled, and held their Battle Axes defensively. They each wore Leather Armour, but had no other significant equipment.

"I mean you no harm, and I wish nothing else but to pass through this section of forest undisturbed." he continued.

"Not gonna 'appen, ya ponce! Hur hur hur!" said the one-eyed one.

"Yeah," said the first goblin, moving forward with his axe at the ready, "we'll 'ave your armour and sword for a start!"

"I'm warning you... don't make me have to hurt you three." Leivan said, staying perfectly still and calm.

"Shut up, human!" shouted the second goblin. "CHARGE!"

[Dante]

"Open fighting... and I could have sworn they were gnomes..." Elv'tyrr muttered to himself as he slipped quietly around one side and hid in the shadows. "Well they seem to be putting up more of a fight than goln usually do... Lets see how they like this though... Small, localised..." He began chanting under his breath as the fight raged a few metres away. The language of the drow, harsh and gutteral. The last few syllables were whispered. And then...

"Aaaaiiiiiieeeeeeee!" One of the goblins shrieked as there was a flash of flame near his head. Two of the others followed suit. They dropped their weapons and shreiked, their eyeballs burnt away.

"Miss me?" Elv'tyrr flashed a smirk at the surprised Turgon as he loomed out of the darkness and slipped his poisoned dagger through a screaming goblin's ill-fitting armour.

[The_Sadukar]

"No not really, I know you'd find some way to stay alive." Turgon shouted over the screams of the goblins, as he drove his sword into the belly of the nearest goblins, he then pulled it out and chopped the head of the other goblin, while Elv'tyrr finished the first goblin off. suddenly they heard a scream from the thried goblin, when they looked at it, they saw a dwarven crossbow bolt sticking out of it's back.

[ExSPlug]

"Very well, I'll now head back to Dockport and contact the other kingdoms. It would be very likely that they will join.

Back at the ship.

"Fenriss, once we get to Dockport, follow me to the guild. I'll get you some documents. You'll represent the guild, and try to persuade the other kings into the alliance.

"So which kingdom should I start with...?"

[Cyborg]

TO: Leivan

The three goblins, intoxicated from a few drinks at the camp fire, begna swinging their weapons at you. You took a gentle step back, and everyone missed. Now you could strike back at them.

TO: Elv'tyrr and Turgon

Congratulations, both of you. You're now level two, and may fight a little bit better. You can also take more damage in combat.

It soon became quiet as the last goblin was put to eternal sleep.

The green goblin blood all over the place was shining in the light of the moon.

[Dante]

"And the world becomes a slightly better place." Turgon intoned, cleaning his blade. Elv'tyrr said nothing, but licked the blood from his dagger. Turgon made a face.

"And we owe you thanks, crossbowmen." He continued, turning to face the dwarves; none of whom had fallen. The leader turned a surley look his way.

"Your offer had merit at first, elf." He said gruffly. "But no friend of a drow is a friend of ours. Your actions give you safe passage out of our lands, but nothing else. You are not welcome here."

"Always the same..." Elv'tyrr muttered, sheathing his dagger and leaping nimbly back up to the campsite, where he retrieved his trident with the hard stares of the dwarves around him.

"The drow fought on the same side as yourselves." Turgon said stonily.

"And cannot be trusted to do so again." The lead dwarf retorted. "You may stay here overnight but after that we shall escort you to the edge of our land."

Elv'tyrr shot a glance in Turgon's direction. 'Just say the word.' it said, say the word and we turn these stunted folk into mince.

[ExSPlug]

Fenriss had be assigned to talk the Elven clans into the alliance.

He is now on his way, heading directly north. He had ridden non-stop for a day and a night already, and both his horse and himself is taxed. The horse starts to slow down, Fenriss know that he must at least stop for tonight, or they both would fall. He had set up a fire beside a small cave near the mountains in Central Junigard. There is enough firewood for the fire to last through the night, so Fenriss decided to take a nap, leaning on a large boulder...

[Dragoon Knight]

As the three goblins all failed to hit him, Leivan drew his broadsword. It was made by the best smiths in the Human Kingdom, pure and almost unbreakable steel. It glinted in the setting afternoon sun, and he brought it round to his left to strike the first goblin across the chest with a back-handed slash. The rotting leather jerkin of the goblin split with absurd ease, and green blood sprayed everywhere as the foul creature groped at the long horizontal gash in his chest. In the same smooth movement, but quicker than a flap of a humming-bird's wings, Leivan brought the Dragoon Blade back around to behead the second goblin in a spectacular coup de gras.

The one-eyed fiend had recovered by now, and made a half-hearted and drunken attempt at striking Leivan's chest with his rusty axe. Leivan blocked the attack deftly, bringing his sword in front of his chest and staring into the eye of the goblin.

"If you try to attack me again, you will be dead before your axe hits the ground." Leivan said calmly, almost grinning. The goblin stared directly back, his fool pride and stupidity his doom.

"[snort] Human SCUM!" he screamed, bringing his axe back, preparing to swing.

Leivan jumped upwards instantly, kicking the goblin under the chin, resulting in the one-eyed monstrosity landing flat on his back. Leivan soared higher and higher, 40 feet or more, and brought his sword down into the chest of the goblin as he landed.

"Your choice." he said to the deceased creature. He pulled his blade out, requiring mild force, as the sword had sunk in right to the hilt, gone through the body and a good distance into the ground below. Leivan wiped the blade clean on some thick leaves, sheathed it, and began to walk back towards the path heading west. It would soon be time to find some shelter...

[The_Sadukar]

"My companion warned me that something like this would happen, but I thought your people placed more importance on actions and honour, than on prejudices, and that you honoured your deals, but I see now you are as honourless and false and those foul creatures we've just slain." Turgon said harshly to the dwarves, “now face justice” he said as he raised his sword, and nodded to Elv’tyrr

[Dante]

Wordlessly, Elv'tyrr swung his trident around and butted the nearest dwarf in the stomach, then brung it up at once to tear three long gouges into his face. He screamed, and dropped his axe.

"Abbathor!" The lead dwarf shouted, bringing his massive battleaxe around in a deadly arc. Elv'tyrr leapt nimbly over it and swung his hand around to the dwarf. Fire sprouted from his finger tips, but the dwarves were more cunning than the goblins, and this one raised his shield, magical clearly, to deflect the fire.

"This one's yours Turgon!" Elv'tyrr shouted, slipping into the blackness and hurrying around to stab another dwarf in the back. Turgon bellowed in return, slashing his sword from side to side, decimating the dwarves. Elv'tyrr waved his hand, and the lead dwarf was ringed by purple farie fire.

Totally harmless, it nonetheless made him a sitting duck for Turgon's blows, he couldn't hide in the dark. Nonetheless he was a brilliant fighter, and parried every blow.

Elv'tyrr was just about to send another fiery spell at the distracted dwarf, when his keen senses picked up a *click* behind him. Calling up innate abilities available to every drow, he created a globe of darkness around him.

Completely inpenetrable, even to the eyes of a drow, the globe hung there. Elv'tyrr heard a dwarvern curse and smiled. He sidestepped out of the globe and let it disappear again. The *clang* and *crash* of Turgon's battle with the dwarf leader still echoed around the mountains; complete with Elven and Dwarvern cries to their respective gods.

"Rust." Elvtyrr whispered from the shadows, and watched as the dwarf that had been about to shoot him with the crossbow dropped his weapon in surprise. His armour rusted over, years in seconds.

"Just be glad I haven't reached fireball stage." Elv'tyrr grinned, stabbing the prone dwarf in the neck. He gurgled as the blood pooled.

Suddenly, Elv'tyrr heard the sound of low chanting...

"Turgon! They've got a mage!" He shouted, turning just in time to see everything go white.

*(Note: Bright lights have a seriously bad effect on drow. They tend to lose sight, either temporarily or permanently).

[The_Sadukar]

Trugon heard Elv'tyrr's shout, as did the dwarf, and for a second he became distracted, and in that second Turgon quickly swung his sword in a narrow arc. Before the dwarf could do anything his head had been seperated from his body.

Turgon then ran towards the screams of his friend. Before he reached him he saw the bright lights and ran towards the mage, who was busy trying to blind Elv'tyrr. Too busy in fact, as he too was beheaded quickly.

[Jack Leaf]

I'm really, REALLY sorry that I couldn't post... sorry again.

"Son. Don't trust them. Believe. Humans are arrogant, greedy and heedless." Routa, Rifväder's father said.

"Father, what about my teachers?" Rifväder insisted.

"Surviving is everything you need in the trollish kingdom. Long time ago, the humans drove us to mountains and deep forests."

"Don't listen to your father, Rifväder. It's time to meet the humans again." Darq, the mother said.

"Hmph. I will keep my words. Olkoon jumalat kanssasi!" The father said.

"Rivfader[in] (= Rifväder's last name. Yeah) kunniakas suku suojelee sinua!"

Rifväders stig är lång och tung

Men en dag han will blir en kung

Isig trollblodet strömmar i hans blod

Han har mera kraft som hundra björnen

Alla är vara rädd om honom i norden

Han är Rifväder

(Don't blame me! I had to do it...)

And so Rifväder Rivfader begun his journey to the nearest town with only axe and food with him.

[Dante]

"I hate dwarves." Elv'tyrr growled, sitting on a rock and scowling.

"I'm sure the feeling's mutual." Turgon said calmly, cleaning his sword.

"Blasted little pests."

"Can you see yet?" Turgon asked, sheathing his blade and wandering over.

"No." Elv'tyrr scowled, opening his eyes to reveal the mild grey they had become, so different from the usual deep black. "I can't see a bloody thing."

"Ooh look, the sun's rising." Turgon grinned, "And I can see bloody things all over the place. Like that mage. He's there, and over there..."

"Thank you, Turgon." Elv'tyrr snapped. "But right now I would appreciate it if you spent less time describing the dratted harglukkin and found a dark place somewhere where I can recuperate for a while. Is that so much to ask?"

[The_Sadukar]

"well there is the cave we were resting in before the dwarves came along, if we went a bit deeper inside it, if would be dark enought I assume, if you can wait here a moment then I'll go see if theres anything...unpleasent in there."

A few minuts later Turgon returned

"Hail, it's safe for you to rest in there"

He then gently guided Elv'tyrr back into the cave, and put him up against the back of the cave, they were a some 20 meters futher in than they were when the dwarves came by.

[Cyborg]

OOC:

Ok, it's now time to start up again after a long Christmas Holiday. I hope you will still enjoy my rpg.

TO: Fenriss

You took notice of several fires up in the mountain side.

That would often mean harpies, which were creatures you would rather see not discovering you. Better put out that camp fire...

TO: Elv'tyrr AND Turgon

Now that all the dwarves were lying on the ground mostly in several parts, a person appeared out of nothing in front of you.

Elv'tyrr understood he had been invisible. The person stood 2.5 metres tall, had thick armour with some inscriptions unreadable to you on it. The armour covered the whole of his body, even his head(with a helmet, of course). An object which drew your attention was also his sword, which was longer and bigger than anyone you'd seen before. Also the sword had spiraling inscriptions you couldn't decipher. What appeared strange to you was that he could cast such advanced spells while seemingly being a fighter.

"Good evening to you," the person said.

TO: Leivan

Now that the last goblin's soul was on its way to hell, it was very silent. Strangely, no one near the camp fire had attacked you. Maybe it would be a good time to advance now.

[ExSPlug]

Fenriss immediately put off the fire, not wanting the harpies to discover him. He then torn off a spare blanket, and covered the hooves of his horse with them, preventing it from making any sound.

He then drew his sword, at the same time biting a wound on his left index finger. Blood oozed out and Fenriss scribed some unknown runes on his sword.

"Engale." muttered Fenriss under his breath. The runes on the sword gave a dim red glow for a second. At the same time Fenriss got on his horse, and rode off to the north, with the sword in his hand.

[The_Sadukar]

"Hail" Turgon said to the warrior "I see that you are a warrior like me, I am Turgon son of Fingolfin, and this

[Cyborg]

TO: Fenriss

As you rode, you could see nothing harmful, but also nothing interesting.

TO: Turgon

"A warrior like you, you said?" the man became even more interested than he first was.

"Then let me introduce myself. I am Theodore Groul. If it is so that you are a warrior like me, then maybe you should join me." he smiled with only half of his mouth.

He looked at the red pommel jewel on his sword before he continued.

"Do you want to join me as my loyal servants?"

[Dragoon Knight]

Night was now upon Leivan, and he began to set about making a campsite.