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Post by Ivras on May 5, 2008 17:32:11 GMT -5
(I just joined and I haven't posted on WoW forums in a while so I may be a little rusty, but I felt like doing an Inn thread. Basically, this Tavern is in the dark and sinister part of Stormwind. The Law can't help anyone here. So you must depend on your reflexes and whatever sharp things you can grab. Good luck! Please no killing each other for no reason. But, you can feel free to kill anyone, non-RPer, that comes through the door or is already inside. Give a an general description too. (name, weapons, fighting styles, degree of insanity...)) Name: Ivras Occupation: Dwarf Tavern keeper Weapons: a double barreled shotgun under the bar Fighting Style: Firing at any opportunity and if in hand combat, a quick thump to the head with the butt of the shotgun. If that fails, there are the large cleavers and broken bottles Ivras likes to keep just incase. Degree of Insanity: You find out when you are laying on the ground bleeding. Ivras stood behind bar staring off into space as he cleaned the recently used beer glasses. He could hear gunshots and swords swinging outside but paid little or no attention to it. A few drunken or bleeding people who had made it into his bar alive lay around. One got up and walked outside. Ivras knew he would probably never see the man agian... Outside the double glass and barred windows, Ivras could see a pair of guards armed and ready walking through the narrow streets. Suddenly a group of guns simultaneously went off. Swords and armor clattered. A guard burst through the bar door and Ivras could gave him one glance and went back to cleaning. The guard was bleeding with his armor and clothes ripped up. "HELP ME!" shouted the guard and didn't get the attention of anyone. The drunk fighters grabbed him and dragged him back into the street. A spring behind the door closed the door as the guard exited. Everyone in the tavern paid no attention as if it happened every day... It did... A few minutes later, after Ivras had cleaned the glasses, a group of drunken men barged through the door. Ivras quickly pulled out his shotgun and aimed it at them. It took a few seconds for the group's vision to focus and see the gun, but once they did they rushed out with one guy falling and being stepped over. The fallen man got up and crawled out. Ivras put the gun back into a small compartment... (Anyone can join, no god-moding please or I will god-mode with my shotgun pointed at your face. And I can kill you without your approval since this is my thread. I may give you a warning though. )
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Post by kritanakom on May 5, 2008 20:04:23 GMT -5
Name: Kritanakom (usually known by shortened nicknames)
Occupation: Argent Dawn recruiter and drill sergeant.
Weapon: While in stormwind he has only a standard issue A.D. Truesilver Riot Mace.
Fighting style: Preferring not to use lethal force on anything not already dead, Kritanakom instead uses mace, fist, and conjured hammers of pure light to beat enemies unconscious. He is known for healing himself at the same time as fighting, a technique known as "spiritual focus".
Degree of insanity: Kritanakom is usually calm and stoic the way a paladin should be, but he has several phobias that can make him go CRAAAAAZAY!
Actual post: A brawl. A big brawl. A big brutal brawl betweeen a band of befouled baseborn and a bundle of bruised brigands brimful of brew.
The situation had Kritanakom beat in numbers, violence, and alliteration. Normally he would have left the angry mob to fight and kill each other outside of the inn from which they got their alcoholic rage, but then he saw the stormwind guards attacked. Stormwind was not his home, but a guard that risked his life to keep the peace was a being after his own heart. He could not simply leave them to die. One of them already had a bullet through his head, but it was not too late for the other, who had failed to get help from the inn.
Kritanakom did not draw his mace. He did not yell an angry, noble challenge. He did not rush valiantly to the rescue. Instead the paladin walked calmly over to where the mob was tearing the guard to pieces and coughed loudly to get their attention. Most of the drunken brawlers holding the guard turned to look at him. Kritanakom slowly raised a gauntleted hand over his head as if to ask a question. The brawlers followed his hand with their glazed eyes. Suddenly blinding light erupted from the paladin's hand like a small-scale supernova, stunning everyone in a small circle around them. Several painful sounding thumps were heard and afterwards the brawl continued as usual, save that there was a clean circle cut into it that was plus several unconscious brawlers and minus one stormwind guard and one paladin.
The Tavern door swung open and a scene out of a children's picture-book from the Stormwind orphanage greeted the eyes of anyone who cared to turn and look. A stereotypical holy knight stood with the light of day shining brilliantly behind him, making his armor sparkle. A wounded guard lay in his arms, clearly rescued from near-death by a heroic act. Sacred light poured out of all the right orifices, his hair blew in the wind at just the right angles. An angelic choir could be presumed to be singing somewhere right at that moment. He opened his mouth and the air around him seemed to hold its breath, preparing to hear what noble, valiant, wise speech he might grace the room with, and then...
"HEY! DOES ANYONE HAVE A BANDAID? THIS KID'S FRICKIN' BLEEDING!"
The paladin turned to look expectantly at the dwarf at the counter. "I need a table or something man, this guard needs healing and fast!"
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Post by Patsee on May 6, 2008 11:50:03 GMT -5
Name: Voc'Zaco Dawnstrider (or Shade for a nickname)
Occupation: an outlaw from Silvermoon (rumor has it there is a bounty on him)
Weapons: double wielding weapons. He has two daggers and one sword.
Fighting Style: Usually silent stealth and tries to make a one hit kill from the bakc, but is able to manage in one on one combat.
Degree of Insanity: Not really insane, but he can be greedy and there are times he likes to take for himself.
The Tavern door opened and a cloaked figure let himself in. His hood covered everything but his nose and mouth. Although there was a sign of a small green glow around the eye area indicating he is a Blood Elf. Ignoring the carnage that was around him, Shade walked up to the counter and sat on a stool waiting for service. All he wanted was to get away from the law and have a drink. He would have been safer in Orgrimmar, but Shade wasn't about to let himself be a prisoner in Kalimdor. He'd rather come and go as he pleased.
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Post by Ivras on May 6, 2008 17:21:54 GMT -5
Ivras stared at the paladin holding the near-dead soldier. He seemed to glow with a holy aura as if he were a guardian angel...
"HEY! DOES ANYONE HAVE A BANDAID? THIS KID'S FRICKIN' BLEEDING!" shouted the paladin. Ivras just glared at the man and slowly reached for his shotgun. He didn't expect for anyone to come in for the next few minutes. "I need a table or something man, this guard needs healing and fast!" the man said to Ivras.
The man the paladin was holding looked up at the paladin and said, "Thank you kinda sir! I would have died if it wasn't for you!" Then the soldier cringed from his wounds and fell back into unconsciousness.
After a moment of thought, Ivras replied in an voice full of distrust. "YOU SOME KINDA MURDERER?!?!" shout the dwarf with no regard to what the soldier had just said. Ivras glared at the paladin. Ivras eventually said, "Fine, take a table. I'll be watching you though... None of you demonic magic. You are very suspicious..."
Suddenly a cloaked figure came in. Ivras immediately noticed its knives and sword. After a few more moments of inspecting, he notice the eyes...
"Welcome! Come on in! How are you this fine day, sir? Want a pint? Its on the house!" said Ivras in a happy and inviting voice, "Just sit where ever you want... And also... Nice glowing goggles!"
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Post by Patsee on May 6, 2008 23:08:40 GMT -5
Shade nodded his head as the dwarf gave a warm welcome. He wasn't wearing goggles, but he wasn't about to tell the world who he was. And good thing to, otherwise people left and right will be after him.
"Thank you. I've seen better days, but complaining won't change it. If you got any, I'll have some rum."
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Post by Ivras on May 7, 2008 16:33:30 GMT -5
"Of course!" replied the dwarf as he gave the figure a bottle of rum. Then Ivras picked up some cups and started to clean it. Suddenly, a man came crashing through the wall landing on top of a table crushing it. Splinters flew in all directions. The man lay on the ground with blood coming from his head. "Welcome! What can I do for you?" said Ivras in a joyful voice.
The man slowly picked himself up and patted the dust off his suit and wiped the blood from his forehead. He said in a voice of a man that hadn't just flew through he wall. "I'm here to meet a Mr. James Phillip." said the man.
"So you are the man he said he was gonna meet here?" asked the dwarf. The man nodded. "He is up on the second floor. The third room on the right. Come down later and have pint maybe."
The man smiled and went upstairs. Ivras went back to cleaning ignoring the gaping hole in the wall and the broken table.
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Post by Patsee on May 9, 2008 10:28:48 GMT -5
Shade however was a little distracted by both damages. He was suprised that the dwarf never charged the man for damages.
"Nothing wrong with another window" Shade chuckled. "How do you keep this place from falling apart? I mean, by your reaction, you're probably use to this kind of thing."
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Post by Airedar on May 10, 2008 6:47:13 GMT -5
I love making a great entrance, Makes an impression.
But the Paladin beat me to the punch....
Sign up: Name: Airedar
Occupation: Assassin, demon, In the form of a high elf
Wepons: Wheeeww.... two one handed swords on his left shoulder, a large two handed sword one his right, a slim dueling sword on his left hip. Favious daggers hidden throughout. The daggers are inside a black cloth set (Think Kung-Fu) Which is covered by a black cloak and hood to mask his identinty
Fighting Style: Airedar will first use his two handed sword, then his two one-handers. If dueling, he plays fair and only uses the dueling sword. Unless its an illigal fight. Or assassination
Level of Insanity: I don't really want to talk about it.... (Hi nice to meet you! *STAB STAB STAB STABBEDY!*) He is insane, compleatly. But not evil.... quite.
And where were we?:
As I've said, I like to make an entrance. And I was considering the best way to kill the Paladin for beating me to it.... AHAH!
A crackle, and the roof gave way, sending me through two stories of wood. And a... Private conversation upstairs. I fell onto a table. Thank god for being light and the table sturdy. Iknew the diet would be a good thing.
"Erm... Hi..." I stood up and walked off, nodding to the innkeeper, "Hello again Ivras. Nice day, don't you think?"
((Ina regular))
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Post by kritanakom on May 10, 2008 10:31:55 GMT -5
Kritanakom didn't have time to thank the dwarf before the new arrivals made their explosive entrances. An evil-looking man that could have been the grim reaper in flesh had arrived behind him, someone had jumped in through the window, and a man had crashed through the ceiling. Anything the paladin might have said or done would seem out of place after that.
So Kritanakom merely walked past the table that he had been planning on taking (before someone landed on it and shattered it, making it entirely unsuitable), and propped the guard up in a corner, channeling light into his hands and preparing to heal him.
He was distracted, however, by a poster on the wall directly above the guard's head. "Join the Scarlet Onslaught!" it read, "Seriously. We're good now. We promise not to torture you to death. We swear! Never again. Just help us get rid of this Arthas character in Northrend. P.S. The Argent Dawn sucks eggs!"
The pure, healing light flowing around Kritanakom's hands suddenly turned red with retribution. Two hammers of solid light formed in each hand, and he raised them to smite the offending poster...
"Ugh... my head.." said the guard, as he regained conscioussness and sat upright, his face now directly in front of the poster, and directly in the paladin's line of fire.
SMASH!
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Post by Patsee on May 10, 2008 10:54:55 GMT -5
Shade continued his drink, paying no regards to his surroundings, even at the sound of hammer smashing against the guard's head. 'Good.' he thought. 'One less law of authority off my back.'
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Post by Ivras on May 10, 2008 12:18:58 GMT -5
(did you just fall through the roof? do you are a resident at the tavern at the moment? Oh, and we are in like a dark alley in the "Old District" of Stormwind.)
"Hello Airedar!" said the dwarf. The dust from the roof started to float around and got in some of the newly cleaned cups. The dwarf got right to cleaning them.
Suddenly, a group of gnomes ran from the kitchen armed with contruction hammers and screw drivers. Group of three gnomes at a time carried planks to the wall and up the stairs to the newly demolished roof. They quickly took down the broken planks and replaced them. In a matter of minutes, the wall and the roof was repaired.
Ivras then noticed the paladin smash the guard in the face. The dwarf jumped onto the counter and aimed the rifle at the paladin's head.
"You are a murderer!!!" accused the dwarf. Suddenly he remembered the cups, jumped down, and went back to cleaning.
As the gnomes returned into the kitchen, one rushed out carrying a scroll. He unrolled it revealing it was an Argent Dawn poster. He nailed it the wall on the other side of the paladin from the previously spotted one. The gnome snickered and ran back into the kitchen.
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Post by Airedar on May 10, 2008 14:48:21 GMT -5
((longtime resident. I was on the roof. For resons inexpicable, assassins have an intense attraction to rooves.... Yes, airedar is living in the Inn as of the moment. He has bad luck... in everything.))
I'll be the... third? To admit suprise at the newly formed dent in the guards head. Ah well. I made an Entrance...
I grinned as I saw a small looking human in one of the (Many) corners. i quickly put on the act of powerful noble. Makes the mark more vunerable.
"Hello again Fipps." Friendly greeting, returned in kind with...
"Shut up, elf." ouch... "I'm a bit distracted here! What info you got for me?"
I blinked at him in a 'Like I'd tell you' sort of way. "Like I'd tell you."
"Alright, SORRY!" More blinks, "I'm soory, okay? Now what do you have?"
I sat down at the table. "Well...." Lean over "They have a new product, just came in..." I with drew a thin dagger. The edges glittered in the dim light. "Pure Thorium, reinforce with the most potent spells in existance." I twirlled the foot long blade experimentaly. A slight gap could be seen where it passed. "The edge is fine enough to cut through air..." Downward movement brought it stabbing through a steel plate on the table. "Strong enough to puncture the hardest armour. And slight enough..."
A sudden upward flick of the wrist brought the blade soundly through the small man's Adam's Apple. "To slice a throat." I withdrew the blade, silently. It didn't make a sound as I wiped the blood on the mans shirt and sheathed it. "But you don't care about that..." I threw the blade and scabard down on the table. It clattered, then stopped.
I turned and walked past the inkeeper. "Sorry 'bout the mess." I flicked him a couple gold for compensation. Time for another good night.
I passed the contract in to a member of the assassin's guild (Whose name escapes me) before returning to the Inn. The trip took about an hour round trip. I returned to the inn with an extra few hundred gold in pocket, and one less blade to tote around. Win win.
If you are curious as to my occupation, I run a healers hut in Outland, an arms dealer in Stowmwind, teach at the school Haldthin Ingasia, and run the odd assassination. Whew...
As for a description... long golden hiar, down to a bit above the waist, crystal blue eyes (cold, intense) lightly taned skin (Thanks a lot Tanaris! Airedar makee rude hand gesture at Tanaris)
My business was concluded, so I went to my room in the second floor upstairs and setled down to rest.
Of course, the one point I can actually get some peace, is the time all hell breaks loose. And this being Azeroth, there are a LOT of hells....
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Post by Patsee on May 12, 2008 9:26:00 GMT -5
Shade asually got up and went over to the spot where Airedar just killed this guy he called 'Flipps'. Searching the dead body's pocket's he pulled out a small leather case (somewhat like a wallet) And emptied out 2 gold nuggets and 8 bits of silver. He also picked up the knife that Airedar left behind as a token. When he was done searching the body, he simply went back to the counter and left a silver piece as a tip for Ivras while finishing his drink.
Once he was finished, He waited till the dwarf had time on his hands. "How much for brew? I think I need somthing a little softer now that the rum is kicking in."
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Post by Ivras on May 14, 2008 16:08:29 GMT -5
Ivras continued to clean mugs and was annoyed by a smudge that wouldn't go away. As he cleaned, the door burst open and two ninjas came through. They landed on their feet without a noise and glared at Ivras.
"We are here to assassinate you..." said the ninjas in unison. Their voices sounded like a snake hissing.
Ivras didn't give them a thought and pulled out his shotgun. The ninjas flew from their position and bounced off walls and tables without a sound or vibration. Ivras fired without looking. The bullet hit where the ninjas were but bounced off following one of the ninjas. The ninja was hit in the back and crashed into a fall. The bullet had gone through the ninja first though and bounced and now was heading to the other ninja. The ninja blocked it with a knife. The bullet flew up to the ceiling but then bounced off and hit the ninja in the neck. The bullet continued to bounce flying in between objects and flew into the mug with the smudge. The bullet ricocheted in the mug and scratched the smudge out and rolled around inside and settled at the bottom. Ivras took out the bullet and looked into the mug. The stain was gone! Ivras smiled and continued to clean the mugsā¦
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Post by kritanakom on May 17, 2008 8:24:33 GMT -5
((Yes, I believe there is sufficient lore basis for ninjas in WoW))
Having finally found some bandages, Kritanakom realized that he had absolutely no skill in first aid to speak of. Shrugging, the paladin simply channeled light into all the guard's major wounds (including the dent in his head) and mummified him with bandages. When the paladin was done the guard was hanging upside-down in a giant cocoon which, Kritanakom reasoned, would get the blood flowing into the unfortunate guard's wounded head. He turned around to see that the tavern was suddenly inexplicably full of corpses, most of them dead ninjas.
"What happened..." the paladin began to ask before realizing that everyone in the tavern was casually ignoring the carnage and going about their business. Apparently this happened every day in this less fashionable part of the city... Nevertheless, Kritanakom's mission here would benefit from him gaining some knowledge of the gangs (ninja or otherwise) of Stormwind, so he stepped over to the least conspicious corpse, a dead and robbed man sitting at a table with a slit throat, and examined him.
The corpse was still fresh, not even two hours old, so he could still be ressurected. Kritanakom planned to bring him back and take him to the Argent Dawn headquarters in the Cathedral District for questioning. If all went well the paladin would give him redemption both from death and from the miserable excuse of a life he had no doubt had led.
The paladin's coal-black eyes were eclipsed with brilliant golden light as he raised his hands and prepared to perform the most sacred of all the light's wonders...
((I'm gonna rez Flipps!))
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Post by Airedar on May 18, 2008 15:15:55 GMT -5
((I don't like this.... Also, i'll be posting in 3rd person until further notice))
Airedar drew a long Kai blade, laing it gently across the paladin's throat.
"A word of advice, human. You try working your little magic on him, there'll be another corpse on the floor." He grinned coldly, "And I'm sure that even the almighty prowess of your great and divine gods won't save you."
He drew a thin line across the man's throat. Where the blade touched, the skin turned pale, then flushed red-black. "You get stabbed with one of these, you don't get back up. So, please, for your own sake, don't try it."
((Kai Blade: Modified katana, enchanted with spells to negate the effects of magic. Has an adverse and often fatal effect when even trace ammounts enter the bloodstream of a magic user. Those infected slowly die, writhing and flailing in pain as the magic in their blood is leeched out. Not a plesant way to die. No known cure.))
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Post by Patsee on May 19, 2008 13:17:09 GMT -5
Shade still in his cloak sat casually at the counter drinking some brew, overhearing the confrontation between the Paladin and Airedar. Not even turning his head, he merely spoke, "Let that Paladin be, he was only doing what he though was right and I believe he's got your point. And Paladin, whatever your name his, I'd listen to him and let that corpse remain a corpse. It was obviously his time to die and playing god will make things worse." Of course the main reason he didn't want 'Flipps' revived is because he knew that he would find out about his missing loot. And Shade prefered to keep it that way.
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Post by kritanakom on May 20, 2008 17:47:52 GMT -5
((That blade would probably still kill Kritanakom anyway, but just fyi the light is not magic, so anti-magic weapons aren't the best to use against a paladin.)) ((I'll post my actual post in a moment!))
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Post by Airedar on May 21, 2008 16:53:21 GMT -5
((the light falls under the title of MAGIC. Anything NOT magic would be a martial or simple weapon... Or exotic, but those are obscure.
Don't bother arguing wth me on what is or isn't magic. I'm a magical theologist. i study magical theory, which is in fact just the study of what is magic and how it works.
As a blood elf, I'd say that the light is corrupt. as a demon (Grayling, or fay/fae/fey, Not sure of spelling) I'd say it was a neutral power. All forms of magic are neutral, and can be used for good or evil. Power has a tendancy to corrupt those of weak mind. Those with a stornger mind, like demons (Cough cough) tend to be less vunerable to this effect. This leads into phycology.
You don't need to possess power to be tainted by it, but if you want it, that greed will tear you apart, turn you into something dark, and ugly. An evil thing. Etc etc BLAH BLAH BLAH....
And I wrote that myself. There you go. So the sword would have a negative effect on him. It would be minor, because he doesn't draw heavily on magic, but it would still be bad. If it stabbed a demon,. liike me, it would have either a greater or lesser effect. And if it stabs you whilst casting a spell... It took a weak to get the stains out. hehe. Where were we?
And please excuse any small spelling mistakes.))
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Post by kritanakom on May 22, 2008 18:15:41 GMT -5
((Sorry, It might be a long moment after all. I hope Ivras posts soon to aleive the boredom. Also, If you really knew a lot about the lore of the LIGHT in particular (I do not doubt you know a great deal about magic theory) then you would know that it has no gods. None. Either you or your character seems to think that it does, and the naaru don't count. The light is simply a primal energy given to those who follow a specific path/lifestyle, and it is never specified in lore what is doing the "giving". Once received, the light can be stolen from someone, as the blood elves demonstrated, but that does not make it "Magic". Primal energy like the light can simply be like electricity, for example. Not physical and simple, but still not magic.
I'm not arguing that the light is un-corrupt. The scarlet crusade is an example of how light can be used for evil. Still, even the scarlet crusaders live the life demanded (knightly behavior, doing what they, in their delusion, believe is right, valor and courage, etc.) in order to receive the primal energy that is the light. They then proceed to use it for evil. Although it can be used so, it still isn't magic.
MAGic is probably, for the most part, what is used by MAGes. (Or their demonic offshoot the warlocks.)
The light, druidic spells, and shamanistic rites are mostly not magic, since they draw on natural powers that already exist without conjuring things out of thin air. The game mechanics allow you to disable these casters with mana-eating effects because "mana" is not magical energy, but rather the character's own spiritual focus, which is why such drastically different effects can be created from the same resource.))
((P.S. Being a magical theologist sounds really cool!))
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