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The Seven Swords; Whispers of War

SecondBreaking

SecondBreaking

The Dragon Reborn
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Welcome to Caergoth, a tranquil continent filled with scenic regions and diverse people. In the year 1214, the continent is split into 7 different provinces, and Palador, the most prosperous of them all, stands at the forefront, ensuring peace and wealth in all the provinces. But now things are growing dark. People whisper about an oncoming war, of the likes that mankind has never seen before. Trouble brews between two central provinces; Valdin and Stormhold, that threatens to draw the others spiraling down into an uncontrollable conflict. And worst of all, nightmares plague the populace of Caergoth....nightmares about a man in a black mask.


This is a fast-paced hack and slash roleplay with epic boss battles and legendary dungeons, filled with traps, monsters, and treasures. Get ready to join the fight against the rising evil, and stop a war that will shatter the alliances between the provinces and scar the continent.


There are 7 slots in all, and only 3 are available now.


Slot 1: Taken - @Rand (Keith)


Slot 2: Taken - @Aviendha (Azariah)


Slot 3: Taken - @UnwantedTruth (Hannah Direction)


Slot 4: Taken - @ShakenNotStirred (Theophilius "Opi" Embern)


Slot 5: Open - @ChristinaXIV


Slot 6: Open - @Jazimon (Gavin)


Slot 7: Open - @arcaneSentinel (Ryfen Tethir)
 
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You all have been travelling to Palador. Your reasons are different, but your paths have all led you here, to the capitol. When you enter it is night, and you need shelter. You have enough money for some food and a room at a tavern or inn, but all of the rooms at previous inns have been taken up. You all come across an inn called The King's Keep, and decide to go in.


@Aviendha


You are at a table, with some food at the corner of the common room.


@UnwantedTruth


You are at one of the galmbing table to the left of the room.


@ShakenNotStirred


You are sitting across the gambling table with Miss Direction.


@ChristinaXIV


At the bar in the center of the common room, the door to the inn is behind you.


@Jazimon


Also at the bar.


@arcaneSentinel


You are at table in the middle of the room.


You all notice some posters on the walls of the inn. Their content is unknown to you.
 
Azariah sat in the corner quietly eating her food while surveying the room. There were several people gambling, at the bar, or simply sitting down at tables eating their dinner and talking. She notices some posters on the wall that she can't quite read from her table, curious she half stood up but then changed her mind and sat back down to finish her dinner. As she slowly ate her food she often glanced at the posters, They are just posters, nothing special about them, she kept thinking. Finally giving into curiosity she stood up and walked over to examine the papers.
 
Ryfen sits at his table writing in what seems to be a journal of some kind. He gets up and, while walking over to get some food and a room, stops to see what the posters say. Perhaps it could be something of use to him.
 
Christina gazes up from the familiar tatter of the die as they rolled across more and more misfortune, forcing her apart from hard earned gold. The sense of loss was almost enough to remind her of a far distant thing loss, almost. The ale blocked any sort of remembrance though it nagged at her heart, her brain was unable to make sense of it. Her eyes remained glazed in a shallow downpour of blue, her long blonde hair flowing down her back in a curly mess. Not that its normal state held anything special, if it wasn't for the few exclusive ruffles coming off of the back, she'd simply shrug it off as a casual day.


This was not the case, the night was edging her, driving her to madness. The regular poison of alcohol was not working, it would not kill the subtle thought that had grown powerful and festered in her ribs, glazing around her heart with each thud of the dice and slam of the mug. A six, she'd lost. In her frustration, she slammed her bag of gold down on the table and left her the drink with rash behavior, planting her hands firmly as she stood. Sending the chair roaring back and onto the ground. She rubbed her temples, the ale was seeping in, aching her. She wasn't drunk enough.


She stepped outside, found the nearest man who looked willing enough to fight and engaged him. A tall man with red hair and most likely one who'd long since been able to bolster a thick level of hair on his chest. His head was lined in scars and his eyes were dark and sharp, green arrows. (I'd like this to be an opening for a starting battle, seeing as she has no magical properties... Would that be alright? This altogether being before she gazes at the poster?)
 
The whiskey burned as it cascaded down Gavin's throat, causing him to unattractively grimace as he set the shot glass down with a light clank. Running his right hand through his dark hair he watched absentmindedly as a single drop of the liquor slowly slid down the side of the shot glass and landed on a napkin, the stain silently spreading into a shape that resembled a flower. Ah, I forgot the flowers, the Elf suddenly remembered. A cold nose then pressed itself on his ankle, and reaching down he patted the head of his faithful companion Pepé. It had been a hassle just to find a place to spend the evening, nevermind one that would allow his dog entrance.


"Palador..." He quietly muttered to himself. In all honesty he hated returning to the city of his birth every year, with it's nobles and air of superiority. Thankfully the people around him currently didn't seem that particularly wealthy or snobbish.


Feeling the familiar warmth of liquor in his veins, he leaned back in his stool, pushing back Pepé with his foot as the canine attempted to pester the other patrons for food scraps. He wasn't all that intoxicated, not yet, but it would take a couple of more drinks before he would be able to sleep soundly tonight. Letting out a small sigh of relaxation Gavin peered carefully at the walls around him. Several posters lined the walls of the inn, and signaling to the bartender for one more shot, he made his way across the main floor.


One poster in particular ended up catching his eye, and curling his upper lip he scratched his head in frustration as he attempted to make out the words on the parchment in front of him.
 
Four men pass by @ChristinaXIV on their way into the inn. They wear light black armor, and have swords strapped to their waists. One or two may bump you rudely on his way into the inn. Another man follows them. He is heavily cloaked and hooded, and has a terrible slouch.


@Aviendha @Jazimon (too lazy to tag everyone else)


The men surround the room, blocking off all exits, and draw their swords. Shocked people back away from the exits to the center of the room, and crowd there. (All players roll to see if you are picked out of the crowd.)
 
Her thirst for combat had been temporarily stopped by the inadequate rudeness of some men as they pushed past her into the inn. In a fit of anger, she followed in behind them.


(Rolled a 5.)
 
Azariah glanced at the guards or soldiers, she wasn't quite sure what their intention was. She was surprised but tried not to show it. Glancing around the room she tried to act normal.


[dice]10154[/dice]


And easily blended into the crowd.
 
((Ah dang, I missed my chance to roll!))


Gavin scowled as a group of black-armored men all but burst into the inn, blocking all known exits. Party's over now I suppose, he muses, abandoning his plan to decipher the poster that had previously caught his notice. Not wanting to bring much attention to himself he attempts to blend in with the crowd in the center of the main floor, his frown deepening when the men draw their weapons.


Slowly reaching into his pockets he discreetly slips on his brass knuckles, keeping his hands from view. Lowering his head down he attempts to look less conspicuous, choosing instead to glower at the floor. But either his obvious look of disapproval, his demeanor, or perhaps something else cause him to be one of the 'lucky' patrons chosen to be shoved into a small line.


"What is your name?" He hears one of the guards ask the blonde Elf standing next to him in line.


"Who wants to know?" Gavin cuts in, standing at full height and puffing his chest out to showcase his muscles. Cracking his knuckles he unshields his hands from view. If these guys want a fight, they're gonna to get one. I don't have time for this, the Elf thinks, taking a moment to survey the room once more.


((Can I roll to intimidate the guard?))
 
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((Edited my post so they are still asking him))


[dice]10176[/dice]
 
The man in the black armor takes a step back, and the one next to him gives Gavin some space. (success)


 
A man wearing a heavy cloak enters the room, and everyone goes silent. The boards groaned under the figure's steps, and he stopped next to the line. The man that was previously intimidated backed away, and a different man in black armor stepped forward. "You are an adventurer, are you not?" The man asked in a thick western (in our world, Russian) accent.


 
The hooded figure gazed along the line of people, and you feel a shiver as it passes by you. @arcaneSentinel @Jazimon @ChristinaXIV


 
The figure turned and spoke to one of the guards. (Everyone roll to see if you hear, d20)
 
The guard stepped away from Gavin, and the Elf couldn't help but to smirk in satisfaction. He couldn't blame the man from backing off, but that didn't change the fact that he and the rest of the inn's patrons were still essentially being held captive.


As a new guard took the place of the one Gavin had managed to escape the attentions of, he finally took notice of a mysterious stranger in a heavy cloak, it's hood obscuring the view of the figure's face. A strange sensation carried through Gavin's body, leaving a trail of goose-pimples in it's wake. Whoever this person was, the Elf felt the need to be extra cautious.


"You are an adventurer, are you not?" He hears another guard ask him, which he promptly ignores, his eyes still focused on the hooded stranger. The figure then turns to speak to one of the guards, and Gavin has to resist the urge to step forward in order to eavesdrop on the conversation.


[dice]10219[/dice]
 
Azariah notices the new man come in, he was obviously the leader judging by the way he was dressed and how the guards reacted to his presence. She saw the figure lean towards one of the guards and whisper something. She inched forward to see if she could make out anything.


[dice]10221[/dice]
 
Ryfen is extremely unamused by the guards' sudden entrance and decides to just stand there in wait of what will happen next. He decides to pay not much attention to what the guards are saying and just looks around to see what other kinds of people are here.


[dice]10223[/dice]
 
Alright @Jazimon can't really understand the entire conversation, but Gavin catches a few key words; "......kill............then........burn........remains........".


 
(Everyone else failed btw :^) )
 
((Okay, so before my action, I'm going to do a perception check to see if there is another exit, or window, or secret door Gavin can notice and try to escape out of this fire hazard of a building.))


[dice]10274[/dice]


((... I think I just rolled well enough to notice the doors are blocked...which I already knew lol @Rand let me know what my Elf eyes see))
 
((Sorry I was in the middle of typing my action... perhaps you should make sure the others are still interested in playing? Also I was going to attack a guard, should I roll for success and then you tell me the outcome, or should I roll for success and then roll for damage?))


 
Gavin's breath hitched as he overheard the mysterious figure speak to the guard. 'Burn then bury remains?' He didn't care what the context was in the conversation they were having, he wasn't about to be taken hostage and then burned alive. Not without a fight.


Taking another long glance around the inn, the Elf still failed to find any exits that weren't blocked by the black-clad guards... but there were two windows near the entrance about 10 feet about from where he stood. I guess it'll have to do, he mused, not looking forward to potentially cutting himself on the glass on his way out.


Perhaps it was the traces alcohol still in his veins, perhaps it was simply survival instinct, but even though he knew he stood outnumbered Gavin screamed out in defiance, "Like hell you will!" Leaning to his right Gavin picked up a large metal tankard off one of the tables and chucked it at the window to his right, hoping to shatter it. Without waiting for it to meet it's mark, he rears back and aims a brass-knuckled punch at the guard nearest him.


[dice]10321[/dice]


[dice]10322[/dice]
 
Gavin shatters the window, and lands a hit on the man in black armor. Roll a d6 for dmg.


 
Two of the guards standing by the door grab torches.
 
[dice]10323[/dice]


((I'm going to wait for one or a couple of the others to post before my next action btw))
 
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