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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Nov 18, 2007 16:09:15 GMT -5
From an arial view, the land is massive..at least the size of Australia, perhaps slightly larger, connected to the next continent over by only a small land bridge, and surrounded completely by water otherwise. Falling, more detail comes into view, but the land seems to shift as the view gets closer, changing, ever changing.. the only stable point seems to be at the very center. Getting closer still, a huge mansion rests on a circle of open plain about 2 miles in diameter. Surrounding this mansion is many various gardens, riding trails, archery ranges, what looks to be a fighting arena, and other assorted things of that sort. The mansion itself, while large, is rather plain...as mansions go. The main courtyard is huge, easily large enough to house a football field. Currently assembled in front of the doors of the mansion in this courtyard, is a decently large group of people, 25 to be precise, who are milling around seemingly waiting for something.
Suddenly the doors to the mansion open, and out steps a man dressed in very fine white silks. His hair, which goes down to past his ears, is combed back and slicked down, and his shockingly blue eyes seem to be looking through you. His right hand rests on the top of a cherry wood cane, polished and shining in the sunlight, with a large diamond resting on top of it, carved in the shape of a human skull. You recognize this man as none other than Lord Moriarti Sheldar.
"Greetings competitors! So glad you could all be here today. You have been brought here, as you know, to compete in the world renowned Zetsumei tournament. You all come from many backgrounds, many lands, but you all have one thing in common... You are all very good, perhaps the best, in what you do... Here we aim to find out exactly which of you IS indeed the best." With a wave of his hand he motions to some tables set off to the side with food and drinks. "Please, tonight we gather to celebrate the start of the tournament.... Mingle, talk amongst yourselves, relax...for tomorrow morning, the fighting begins..and you will need to be as rested as you can be." with that he steps from the podium and begins mingling with the crowd.
-more to come once everyone gets characters finished-
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Nov 18, 2007 16:22:54 GMT -5
As you look around you see the following people.
A humanoid, wearing fine black clothes with a porcelain mask.
A human, wearing a chain shirt with plain adventures clothes and a greatsword on his back
A human, wearing black clothes, looking to be made for functionality, with a shortsword at his hip.
A human, wearing rather plain clothes in reds and blacks.
A human wearing a chain shirt and a rather plain adventurers clothes, with many (Read 6) whips hanging at his belt.
A humanoid wearing a Tiger mask, cloak, and claws.
A human wearing a holy symbol of Olidamarra over white robes.
A human female (All others have been males), wearing.. surprisingly little beyond a veil, a feather cloak, and a bikini.
A Kitsune wearing a chain shirt with a pair of bastard swords on his back.
A Human with some sort of tribal tatoo on his face, followed around by a Wolf.
A Catfolk in grays and browns, with a pair of daggers at his belt.
A Human wearing robes stitched with what looks to be a pair of hands at the bottom hem, with some sort of wavy lines emmanating outward from them.
A human wearing a chain shirt, with a longsword strapped to his back.
A human wearing a chain shirt, with a shield on his back, a longsword at his side, and a holy symbol of Lathandar around his neck.
A human wearing purple robes, with oddly purple eyes, and nothing else visible on him.
A human wearing black full plate with a scythe strapped to his back.
A High Elf wearing a chain shirt with a quiver strapped to his back.
A Wood Elf wearing a chain shirt with several bows on him, one strapped to his back, one in hand, and another unstrung on his back, and a pair of longswords at his left hip.
A human with a single black longbow on his back, wearing studded leather armor.
A human, wearing very fine clothing.
The 5 PCs
-All are male unless otherwise noted-
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Nov 19, 2007 20:42:44 GMT -5
A man wearing various shades of blue in the form of a vest, breastplate, long trousers, and fingerless gloves, (even his breastplate is dyed azure) as well as a small cloth turban with a veil over his face walks slowly and carefully over towards the food and beverages, a woman obscured by a black cloak drawn tightly about her and with the hood over her face accompanies him over. The woman has a heavily built shortbow on her back and the man carries a scimitar with an elaborate two-snake design on the hilt guard, the blade itself (what you can see of it) appears black and has a faint green luminescense around it. The man has white skin with piercing blue eyes that seem to almost glow, hair tumbles down an inch or so in loose, unkempt shocks of black where it isn't kept in place by his turban. The girl's face is quite lovely, and appears incredibly slender and seems to almost shimmer when the light catches it, also displaying an odd almost blue-ish hue. Her green eyes are somewhat narrow suggesting an Eastern descent and they gaze around almost unblinkingly just as his do.
"Milady, if you care to?" he calmly asks his associate. "Yes my lord." she replies calmly and strolls casually about the tables and area before returning and whispering something very quietly to him. "Excellent, my gratitude milady, let us enjoy some of the food presented here." He turns slowly, his eyes seemingly looking through the people he gazes at. "Would anyone..." he says in a slightly raised voice, his veil obscuring all but his piercing eyes, "Care to join us?" With that he helps the woman to her seat and takes his own, calmly selecting several different items and objects to eat as his companion does the same.
"No reason not to be civil before we slaughter eachother... that would be simply... monstrous, don't you agree milady?" He states before removing his veil and beginning to eat.
"Indeed, yes it would be..." and she begins to eat as well, occasionally glancing around at the food as though looking for something and then returning to eating.
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Post by Dave on Nov 20, 2007 2:23:03 GMT -5
The wolf man moves toward the obviously civilized pair, "I agree that there is no reason for rudeness here, this is a competition, not a war." He says this as he takes a seat with the couple. "My name is Renoit, and I'll happily join you for a bite." The creature takes some food for his own, and begins to eat a little, politely. (Knowledge:Religion for anyone who has it - PM/IM me results, as well as any religion your character may belong to, and whether or not you are paying attention to what I say.)
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Nov 20, 2007 17:27:06 GMT -5
"Ah Renoit, thank you for joining us, I am known by the name Adrammelech and this is my consort Anastasia..." he says, stressing the S's in the name and drawing them out into a hissing noise. "...I tried to warn her this would be exceedingly dangerous, yet she insisted upon coming along with me, all in all though I must admit I'm quite glad she came along."
"You would've been hard pressed to stop me from coming along and seeing this all myself as well as fighting at your side." the girl quietly replies, continuing before Adrammelech can reply, "Still, it is a pleasure to meet you Renoit, what 'calling' lured or brought you here? If you don't mind my asking...?"
The pair continue to eat, politely awaiting a reply and/or more people to join them.
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Nov 20, 2007 18:10:17 GMT -5
After getting herself a glass of Brandy, the woman with the feather cloak saunters over to the table, nodding politely to the cloaked and hooded female next to Adrammelech, before taking a seat next to Renoit. "Glad we can all be civilized here." She says, taking a sip from her glass and batting her eyelashes at Adrammelech. "You all my call me Cassandra." Glancing around at the food, she selects a few fruits and daintily munches on them, all the while her eyes moving slowly from person to person, giving a wink whenever one of them catches her eye, taking small sips from her brandy from time to time.
After chatting with their host for a few moments, the man in the porcelain mask also makes his way over to the dinner table, taking a seat next to Adrammelech. "Greetings all, you may call me Mask. You all seem to be the sociable ones around here, care if I join you?" And with that he sits back, watching, not removing his mask to partake of the food.
Off to one side the three obvious archers are standing in a group chatting amiably amongst themselves.
The man in the black fullplate and the man with the holy symbol of Lathandar seem to be avoiding each other at all costs.
The two men in robes are having a heated discussion in low tones about something off to one side.
Your host and the very finely dressed man are talking over by the "bar" area of the table.
The rest of the people are merely exchaning pleasantries, partaking of food and drink, and walking around seemingly aimlessly.
(If there is anyone that anyone in particular wishes to interact with, just tell me who you are approaching (using the description i gave) And we'll go from there. When everyone is satisfied that their activities for the evening are done (AKA they think they've learned all they can about their opponents, or they just wish to retire for the evening) please say so. Rooms are being provided for the night)
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Post by Dave on Nov 20, 2007 19:32:18 GMT -5
"I would say you are welcome to eat with us, if you wish. As for Adrammelech's question (turning back to him), I am here to ensure that nothing of terrible consequence occurs here. I know that some less-than-reputable people are invited to this event, and I my primary goal is to make sure their sort do not commit any sort of atrocities during this tournament, or with the prize. (his gaze turns stony, and he looks over the faces of everyone in this group of people)" Then, with a friendly look again, "I hope my presence is not needed, but I would rather be here to make sure."
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Post by Nate on Nov 20, 2007 19:32:37 GMT -5
"I would hate to be uncivil." Says the armor clad warrior. "My name is Kaerion and it is good to meet some of the people I will be competing against." The warrior walks over and fills a plate food before taking a seat at the table. "From where do hail?" Looking at both the man dressed in blue and the wolf man.
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Nov 20, 2007 20:23:42 GMT -5
"Curious Renoit! Very curious, you say you're here to halt atrocities and to prevent the prize from being unjustly used, but wouldn't interfering with the rightful bestowing of a prize be unjust? A conundrum indeed!" He says, sipping at his drink slowly before turning towards the newcomers.
"Ah, Mask, Cassandra, Kaerion,... yes! Take a seat! It would be a terrible shame to sully a feast like this with hostilities... as the black-armored man and the lathandarian seem to be barely holding back!" He chuckles loudly at his joke before continuing: "Where do I hail from Kaerion? I hail from nowhere. My home is simply where I find myself for the night. Life is too short, too varied, and far too unknown for me to tie myself to one 'origin'. After all, we all try to better ourselves over time and become something more... do we not?" He nods slowly.
Anastasia speaks up: "Milord is correct, in embracing one's heritage they may find themselves drowning in the past instead of moving onward towards their future. I too hail from nowhere, although if I must list a place as my own in this world, I would say it is by Adrammelech's side." She tips her head courteously and returns to eating.
"Milady flatters me greatly and I share her sentiments entirely. Still, would it be uncouth of me to inquire as to what thoughts you all may have towards this competition? I would be interested to hear your ideas." the man calmly states and returns to eating to await responses.
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Post by Dave on Nov 20, 2007 20:43:16 GMT -5
"You misunderstand, Mr. Adrammelech. I am not here to prevent unjustice, I am here to prevent any truly foul acts from occurring. The concept of 'justice' is too subjective to be a good indicator of right, and I act for a higher power. And, as repetitive as it may sound, I too hail from a myriad of places, truly calling none my home."
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Post by Yamazaki on Nov 20, 2007 22:28:18 GMT -5
"Then we are alike in that way." Shana had quietly walked over to the table and over heard a bit. "Oh, where's my manners. I should know better. I am Shana. Sorry to intrude, but do you mind if I join you all as well?"
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Post by Kiirnodel on Nov 21, 2007 0:37:58 GMT -5
Up until now Pierce has been silently watching, taking in each of the 25 in turn. After this short period of observation he lets out a light sigh. He turns his attention briefly to the drinks and speaks a few words of magic quietly.
He walks toward an empty seat at the quickly filling table, and a bottle of wine starts to make its way through the air toward that location.
"All very interesting, so many of us gathered here together, and not a home among us." He laughs quietly to himself. He takes the bottle and pours himself a glass. "I am Pierce, it is a pleasure to meet you all, just as it will be to meet you again in battle."
A slight smile appears on his face, almost as if he is laughing to himself again, as he drinks a bit of the wine, savoring it. "Oooh, thats good. Would any of you care for some?"
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Nov 23, 2007 17:31:32 GMT -5
With a sly smile and a wink towards Pierce, Cassandra speaks a few words herself and suddenly the brandy bottle floats over through the air towards her. "No, but thank you. I prefer something a little more... potent." Filling her own glass again she looks around. "Would anyone else care for any?"
Turning her head slightly she smiles at Adrammelech. "As for your question... Well, I hope to win, and that is my only interest else I wouldn't be here. I've heard the prize is rather astounding, although oddly enough no one knows exactly what it is."
Keeping his gaze focused on Cassandra, Masks eyes twitch around momentarily to gauge peoples reactions before focusing back on her. "I am here to win also... and possibly win some other things... Anyone good enough to compete here would surely do well in an organization such as mine...... which, of course, is a standing invitation if anyone is interested." Finally taking his eyes off of Cassandra, he looks at the brandy bottle. "And no thank you M'lady, I wouldn't want to get affected by that drink too much before the competition."
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Nov 25, 2007 0:57:46 GMT -5
The man and his partner finish their meals, stand, give a curt bow, and say in unison: "Thank you for the meal and company." and leave together, already retiring for the evening.
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Post by Kiirnodel on Nov 25, 2007 2:39:22 GMT -5
With none seeming to be interested in his choice, Pierce lets go of the bottle. It continues to hang in the air, above the middle of the table. Pierce takes his seat and selects a small sampling of the food arrayed in front of him. Casually listening to any conversations taking place around him, but not speaking up unless questioned directly. If anyone shows an interest in the wine floating there, it glides smoothly to them and pours itself before returning to its previous position.
Once the bottle is empty, or most of the participants seem to have left, Pierce excuses himself and retires for the evening.
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