Fantasy Explore the Realm

[TurtleGod]

"R-Realm warp?" asked Neto, almost standing up and putting his hands on the table, but stopped himself. What? The people here are different? Our kind? He shook his head. He heard Mauro order, and looked up at the waitress with a scared face. What did he mean by realm elders? He realized he was scaring the waitress, and turned to Mauro. "You order first, I'll have to think about it... I'm not used to this realm yet." he said.

 

[Giovanni Favehari]

Mauro noticed he was moving through all this explaining too fast. "Ill just have some water for now." He looked over and Neto and relaxed alittle. "Hey I know this all must be strange. I don't really know much mysefly, but whoever sent you had a reason." The waitress came by with the water. "Here drink this." He pushe the water over to Neto. "I was a knight in my old realm so you don't have to worry about protection." He giggle and looked at Neto. "Can you remember anything, anything at all

 

[TurtleGod]

Neto picked up the glass of water. He noticed that his hands were shaking, and he almost spilled it on himself. He quickly set it back down, and looked up at Mauro. "There's these things called "realms" you're saying... Can you explain that? I can't remember anything except for a blinding light..." he said. He just now remembered the light. Maybe his memories would become restored along the way? Or maybe this was just a coincidence. Either way, he couldn't help but lock his hands together and look down, trying to think of a solution. Why was he here? If anything, he could possibly survive with this... Knight? Yeah... Maybe, just maybe...

 

[Ink Bottle Faerie]

Faervel's horse trotted into the less industrialized part of town. Faervel was not one who enjoyed industrialism. It was bad for the realm and therefore bad for the balance of all things. Having traveled for a full day and night to reach Motton Faervel was exhausted and felt a much deserved rest was in order. But first, business. Faervel was told to meet her local contact at the local tavern. She saw a small building with a hanging metal sign that contrasted with the old stone building. Faervel rode her horse to the side of the building and slid off.


She stretched for a moment and then tied the horse to a small post alongside the wall of the tavern. Then she grabbed a parcel wrapped in cloth that was strapped to her horse's saddle and took a deep breath. A gust of wind caught her from behind, causing her cloak to fly around her and her soul to chill. The wind spoke of impending horrors and conflict that cut into Faervel's very core. The elf shivered the wind away and then turned to walk into the tavern.

 

[DarkledMind]

The tavern was warm and cozy, built to withstand the wind that pushed against its beams. As the day grew later and later, the bar became more busy. The laughs became louder, and music began playing. By the time Faervel entered the tavern, it was jovial, but still controlled. The bar maid waved at Faervel and gave a motion to offer her a drink.

 

[Ink Bottle Faerie]

Faervel felt her muscles relax at the embrace of the warm tavern. The heat slowly spread through her fingertips and into her body. She drew back her hood and lowered the cloth over her face. For a moment she felt exposed, but the feeling passed quickly. She smiled at the barmaid and approached warmly. Once at the counter she took a seat on one of the stools and set her parcel next to her on the counter. She ordered a drink and made small talk with the barmaid until her contact arrived.

 

[DarkledMind]

The barmaid had a very heavy accent, but was still very friendly. "Allo their, miladay. Whatcha 'ere fer taday?" She cleaned a glass absentmindedly, staring at the young elf happily. She was bit of a homely woman, with a larger body and a round face, yet close eyes and thin lips.

 

[Ink Bottle Faerie]

Faervel studied the woman for a moment and then smiled. She was used to different accents, having traversed many cities ad villages, and could understand with ease. "Greetings. I am just stopping in for business," Faervel answered simply but not unkindly. Her words were few but the meaning came across. The elf took a drink from her mug and glanced around the room in hopes of identifying her contact.

 

[DrHuggies]

The Hitman heard a knock from the front door. Picking up one of his pistols he headed to the door. He peeked through the eye hole and saw a man. "What do you want?" The Hitman asked. "Business," the man said. The Hitman opened the door and the man walked in. "I need you too, uh, eliminate someone," the man was sweating nervously. "Where, when, who, how?" The Hitman asked. The man dumped a file in front of him, "the address is here as well as an image of the man. His name is Dolin Greybeard, he's a dwarf, he also has 3 followers, take them out as well. He has a booking at the restaurant, it isn't too big so it should be easy to get in and out clean." The Hitman nodded and left his home with the man who brought the contract.


The Hitman was carrying his rifle case with him, this looked like a suitcase so it was hidden. (The restaurant is the one where @Ninja God are at) The Hitman headed to the building closest to the restaurant, this was quite far away. He climbed to the roof and unpacked his rifle. He lay down on the roof and waited till one of Dolin's bodyguards was in view. There was the silent "pting" of the shot and a dull thud as the bullet hit the dirt slightly in front of the dwarf. "Sh*t!" The Hitman cursed. The bodyguard was now panicked and heading towards the door. He fumbled at the door and just as he opened it a bullet thudded into his skull. He fell forwards and into the restaurant, blood pooling around him. "F**k" The Hitman cursed and got off the roof, heading towards the restaurant to finish off the job.

 

[Giovanni Favehari]

Mauor jumped when he say the body of a man hit the ground at the door. "What the... Neto stay there im going to go check it out." He ducked down out of eyesight of the windows and went towards the man. He was sure to be dead . Mauro ran back over to the table and sat. "I dont think we should stay here any longer, But im curious to find out who did this. Neto ill explain the whole realm thing to you later. For now go to my Room at the Double Hook Inn, its a large blue building, room number 29 heres the key." He stood up and ran to the door that said employees only at to the back door. Mauro crept his way towards the front were the body was. He stayed hidden. "It looks like they have higher grade of technology in this realm. Some kind of modernized pellet bow." He looked towards building tops to wer he might have shot him form.

 

[TurtleGod]

Neto just shook his head. He was still thinking of logic reasons why he got there. He heard the thud of the man hitting the ground, and looked over. He was... Bleeding? He saw Mauro walk towards the man, and just sighed when Mauro threw him the keys. Once again, he was alone. He slowly walked like a zombie to the room in Double Hook. When he did, he flopped onto a couch, and looked up at the ceiling.

 

[DarkledMind]

(Okay we have a small problem here. Meet me in OOC.) 
The bar maid screamed, loudly, dropping the beer glass onto the wooden floor. The whole bar was in a panic, screaming and rushing around, up to their rooms and emptying them of their prized possessions, others were running towards the body to stare, or attempt to help. Out of a room behind the bar came running a portly old man with thinning balding hair. Quickly he came and pushed the stuttering barmaid out of behind the bar. The owner took one of the decorative barrels and opened the front. Inside was a giant brass contraption with a single button. The owner began mashing it madly as he stared at the chaos before him.

 

[DrHuggies]

The Hitman walked casually through the chaos in the Whistling Wind. He had his two pistols out. He saw the owner mashing some device. The Hitman walked up to him and knocked him out cold. The Hitman then headed upstairs to find Dolin. The Hitman spotted two of Dolin's bodyguards. They were standing outside a door, revolvers out. The Hitman shot them both, in the head. They slumped down onto the ground. The Hitman kicked down the door. Dolin wasn't expecting him because there was no loud gun shots. The Hitman raised one gun and fired, once at his chest and once at his head. The Hitman was then leaving the restaurant when he ran into a half elf half human. "Move," The Hitman said, walking forwards.

 

[TurtleGod]

(I thought Neto was at Double Hook and @DrHuggies was at Whistling Winds?)

 

[DrHuggies]

(Whos @The Doorman ?)

 

[TurtleGod]

(I messed up! I meant you. I just edited it to make you look dumb :3)

 

[DrHuggies]

(Haha no I was at whistling winds, went home, got a contract at the double hook)

 

[DarkledMind]

(I'm sorry to do this, but can the contract please be at the Whistling Wind to move the plot along?)


The front of the bar at this point was empty, but through the doors came three men, guns pointed at the two left in the bar. The two skirting the man in the center appeared to be guards, heavily armored and now on their knees, aiming at Mauro and Hitman with powered crossbows. The man in the middle was a sight to see. He was short for someone in the Realm, a staggering 5'6 (168cm.) But yet he was menacing at the same time. He wore sturdy boots and soft leather pants. His shirt was a simple red, but was made out of the finest silk and was elegantly simple. And yet he wore a large flowing cape that wrapped around him, a dark maroon color with golden embroidery in a crest on the back. The edges were lined with fur.


The man in the middle spoke, his accent light enough to be understood, but heavy enough to give him a noble edge. "Now hold on, everybody. Take a deep breath and put your damn weapons on the ground."

 

[Giovanni Favehari]

Mauro put his hood on and was walking towards the scene when a mysterious man walked by him with a quick pace. He looked at him and decicded he was the one who did all of this. Then out of No were men came ushing at him and Th man with crossbows. Mauo raised his hands. "Why are you guys aiming at me."

 

[DrHuggies]

The Hitman raised his two guns up to the guard without the crossbow and fired them both of his pistols at the man, disregarding the weapon the guard was holding. These shots dealt 17 damage to the guard. The Hitman then used the distraction to escape from the scene and vanish into the night air. He notices that the guards have lost sight of him but sees the Mayor glaring at him. The Hitman swore and ran off into the night. He had to fix this. The Hitman ran to a populated area of the town and found a garbage man. He got out his fiber wire and chocked the garbage man. The Hitman then put on his clothes and dumped the body in a huge bin. The Hitman then walked around with a garbage sack, looking for someone that looked like him.

 

[DarkledMind]

The man dressed impeccably dashes off showing showing off the sigil of the town and proving that he is mayor, and looses the man around a corner. He sighs dramatically, letting his hands slump to his side, pistol loosely in his grip. "Fuck me like an Estalian whore, what the hell happened?" He ran towards a crowd of people, wondering if the killer had struck again. Bursting through the crowd, he looked down at the body. It appeared the killer had been killed himself.


The mayor quickly calmed the people and began examining the body. As soon as he turned it over, the mayor saw that the body was not the Hitman. Again he swore, but under his breath, then shouted loudly. A guard came up to the mayor, as quickly as possible the mayor handed of the body, and went to go find the elusive killer.

 

[DrHuggies]

(Ooooo shit)


The Hitman saw the Mayor identify the body and swore. He finally found someone who looked very similar to himself. The Hitman quickly eliminated the man and put him in the garbage sack. The Hitman then quickly escaped the scene to his home where he got changed into the regular citizen's clothes. He dressed the man in a suit and got out his pistol. The Hitman fired at the man, the blood splattering against the wall behind him. The Hitman put the gun away and removed his gloves, leaving the scene when no one was looking. "Too easy," he thought, "too easy". The Hitman then left to the Whistling Wind to buy a room and lay low for a bit.

 

[DarkledMind]

The mayor ran around town, still in his billowing cape so he could use his authority to simply yell at random people on the street. He would have done this anyway, but now at least people would just stutter an answer. It took him nearly twenty minutes to find out where the Hitman lived. The mayor giggled when he finally found out. "Of course he lives in New Town!" At this point he threw off his cape, and then onto one of the near by guards. He pointed his pistol at the confused man. "Don't you dare fucking loose it, or I will have your head."


With his now increased speed, he holstered his gun and ran to New town via a short cut he knew through the woods. Within minutes he was at the house. His small but lithe body soaked with sweat, the mayor drew his gun and flung open the door, only to find another damned body. "What is wrong with people around here!" The mayor looked closely at the body, but because of the blast wound to the head he could not recognize the body at all.


With a loud and raging scream, he kicked the dead body, repeatedly. He kicked and screamed and beat up the dead body until he had a smattering of blood himself. During this rage, the idea came across his mind that this may not be his own body, as he had just tried to pull that trick again not twenty minutes ago. But this simply angered him more and he began to pummel the body with his fists, eventually taking his pistol out and emptying rounds into the now bloody pile on the floor.


The mayor stayed there for a while, panting at the ground, standing there, covered in sweat. In the meantime, the guards began to calm the people and comb the city for the killer called Hitman.

 

[DrHuggies]

The Hitman had heard the rumors of a killer named Hitman. The Hitman grinned. When all this has blown down, he thought, business will bloom! He luckily escaped discovery from a few guards and had to escape to the roof of the inn. After they had left he returned. He was grinning, knowing that he had gotten away once again. "Too easy," he thought again, "too easy." He got himself another glass of beer where the man from before arrived, secretly slipping Hitman the money. The Hitman counted the money, perfect. The Hitman winked at the man as he walked out and The Hitman put the cash in his pocket.

 

[Giovanni Favehari]

Mauro had escaped from the gaurds the previous night and was now sitting on the couch with Neto. "Well yesterday was interesting." He got up and poured some of the ale he kept on him in a cup. "Hey the realms, there's this one and the onewere creatures like orcs elfs and fairies exist. I think here human basically chased them all the way into destruction or something." He took a sip of Ale. "So whay happens is every now and then the realm elders, who are basically the people who watch over the realms, decide they need someone from our old realm to stop the people from this realm from total destruction." He sat down and took a couple of more swigs od his ale. He looked over at Neto. "So for some reason the elders decided your one of the people they needed to create the balance in this realm."