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Post by sekraktaa on Mar 18, 2007 19:40:42 GMT -5
(Well, giving it a try with a new RPG. However, this very RPG is restricted to vermin characters only, such as foxes, weasels, ferrets, rats, lizards, pine martens... You'll see why. The setup is, at the beginning, quite simple. All players start imprisoned in the bowels of the mighty Salamandastron and therefore, the first objective is to escape. Escape from a prison cell in the Salamandastron Dungeons, sneak past a whole army of fighting hares including their badger lord/lady, sneak out of Salamdastron itself and then try to avoid the Long Patrol. Not an easy task, is it not? As it is in all my RPG's, I will allow magic for as long as it is balanced, so if you want to play a mage character or shaman or whatsoever, feel free to do so. However, I would like you not to use any magic while in the dungeons or during the break out and escape, as it would make things way too easy. Imagine some kind of field blocking out your mana or something. Well, with everything said, I do hope that you guys are going to enjoy this RPG. ^^ P.S.: Don't forget your character sheet)
Name: Kilaya Species: Male Crocodile Profession: Mage Age: 20 Clothing: Tattered Pants
Kilaya the crocodile was rather roughly shoved into the cell the very moment the heavy door was opened. He stumbled a couple of metres, then fell face first into the dirty ground, landing with a soundable thud. Groaning, Kilaya lifted his head and turned around just in time to see the hares which had shoved him in close shut the door again. After the audible click of the door being locked sounded, the crocodile sighed heavily and got up. Kilaya wasn't exactly the perfect example for a crocodile. He wasn't as tall as most where, and rather sleek and slender then particular muscular. Not that Kilaya ever really cared about that since he liked himself the way he was. However, nothing of that mattered now, that he was imprisoned in the bowels of the fortress called Salamandastron. The cell he had been shoved him looked like any other safe prison cell. Just a big room with thick and solid stone walls with only a small barred window in the far wall opposite to the heavy, reinforced door which also provided the only source for light. Several piles of hay which obviously served as beds were scattered around the room, in which Kilaya was anything but alone, as he now realised.
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Post by Gyre on Apr 9, 2007 21:33:40 GMT -5
(very good idea Sek, I think we all need a fresh start to get things moving again...)
Name: Gyrkin Species: Fisher (black marten) Profession: Black smith Age: 32 Clothes: Improvised birlap tunic, padded smithing apron.
Just below the window, with his back to the wall sat a large fisher. He had his chin resting on his chest. He was graying around the muzzel and eyes, but he looked strong and fit, especially for being the in cell as long as he had. the fisher started at the sound of the new prisoner being thrown in. He looked up, blinking through the shafts of barred light. "You alright there scaily? ..." His teasing words and gruff tone echoed around the cell like pebbles in a can.
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Post by xylon on Apr 9, 2007 21:50:45 GMT -5
This will be fun ^_^
Name: Xylon Species: Wolf Profession: Mercenary Age: 35 Clothing: Leather tunic, leather boots
Xylon was thrown into the cell head over tail, landing upside-down upon a marten. "...Ouch."
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Post by sekraktaa on Apr 11, 2007 14:01:54 GMT -5
(Great. ^^)
"Yeah, I'm alright." Kilaya answered the fisher's question. "Except for my pride, that is." He added and dropped himself on a pile of hay, rubbing the back of his head. "How did I gotten myself into this mess?" He asked more himself than anyone in particular.
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Post by Gyre on Apr 11, 2007 18:20:27 GMT -5
"Son," the fisher began, looking at the crocodile with a wry smile. "Pride is a rare thing down here," he laughed, but said no more on the topic. The fisher glanced back at the wolf who'd just been thrown in as well. "You two got caught together, eh?" Gyrkin grinned; he always seemed to have a smiled of some sort beneath his grey whiskers. "You mates been upto something?... Names," he muttered, "what are your names?"
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Post by sekraktaa on Apr 11, 2007 19:07:55 GMT -5
"Name's Kilaya. Kilaya the crocodile." Kilaya answered sighing heavily. He merely shrugged. "I've no idea what they want from me. All I did was travelling through the woods, when suddenly at least 20 of these acursed hares started to chase me. Nedless to say, they got me." He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Not without a fight, though."
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Post by Gyre on Apr 11, 2007 20:08:08 GMT -5
"They got me nearly four months back," Gyrkin replied, with a jaunty wink, "I was selling weapons to a tribe of vermin down the coast," the fisher waved a paw at the back wall. "I guess my blades were giving the bad beasts an unfair advantage, and when i refused to turn away some cost'mers, the Long Hairy patrol came to arrest me...."
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Post by Jim Grim on Apr 12, 2007 17:02:16 GMT -5
Name: Rotan Species: Ferret Profession: Vermin soldier Age: 28 Clothes: Ripped green jerkin and trousers
Suddenly the door opened and two hares dragged an unconcious ferret in the cell, dropped him, and marched out again.
(It's been months since I posted in an RP on this forum.)
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Post by Cerridwen on Apr 13, 2007 0:38:08 GMT -5
Name: Jynx Singedwhiskers Species: Silver Fox Profession: Thief, Shaman in training Age: 25 Clothes: Dark Blue robes and light gray tunic belted with a thin length of rope.
Angry shouts echo down the corridor that runs by the cell. "Ow...She bit me!" cried one hare. "Then don't get your paws close enough and hold one tighter." replied another. Quickly the cell door flys open and the two hares roughly throw a small dark furred fox into the cell by tail and limbs. The small fox bounces off the floor a couple times before quickly jumping to her paws. The wild looking vixen with all maner of feathers and charms tied in her fur shakes her paw angerly at the retreating hares as they slam the door. "Git yer sorry bobed tails back 'ere! I'll whoop ya with both mah paws tied behind my back. I'll get you for this!" shrieked the small fox irrately...
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Post by Jim Grim on Apr 13, 2007 9:07:29 GMT -5
The vixens loud voice brought the unconscious ferret to his senses. "What happened? The battle..." Suddenly he realized where he was. "Damn it! They took me weapons!"
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Post by sekraktaa on Apr 13, 2007 10:03:09 GMT -5
Kilaya looked up when the vixen was thrown in and kept on watching her with interest. "Well, talk about fiery temper." He chuckled to himself.
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Post by benon on Apr 13, 2007 16:04:38 GMT -5
"Hey, quiet in there! Do NOT make me come in in there vermin." shouted a hare on his patrol through the mountain. "Hoi! Got another one comin. There must be loads out there. Those chappies are gettin top marks wot, wot!" Said another hare. "ACH! Damnable vermin type bit me!" said the other hare dragging a struggling albino pine-marten through the dungeon. "Blast. This cell is fillin up. We won't be able to shove anymore in there today, I'd think." The hare walked off.
Name: Alfonso Whiteback Species: Pine-marten (albino AND pigmy) Age: 19 seasons Profession: Scout/opportunist assassin Clothes: Colored clothes and facial covering, to hide the albino-ness.
As Alfonso was thrust into the cell, he grabbed a hares jerkin. It ripped, but that was all he needed. "I have your scent you stupid rabbit! I will track you to the ends of the earth and kill you with my own hands!!" he shouted.
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Post by xylon on Apr 13, 2007 16:15:06 GMT -5
Xylon sat up, looking at all of the inmates together. "Well, it seems that the Long Patrol aren't getting any brighter as the seasons turn. With all of us together, we have a reasonable chance of escape."
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Post by Jim Grim on Apr 13, 2007 17:07:50 GMT -5
"That sounds like you've got a plan." Said Rotan, standing slowly up.
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Post by Cerridwen on Apr 13, 2007 17:20:21 GMT -5
"Oi'd turn the 'ole lot of 'em inta turtles ifn' I could." Jynx grumbled as she rubbed her nose. She had tried to make a dash for the door when the hares had brought in another prisoner but only succeded in running into the shut door.
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