[ooc] In this quest you best be moderatly powerful. Somewhere around lvl 10~18, OK? And my char: Lawrence, Human, Gunslinger (you get the idea) 14 Perception, 11 Dex, 10 Int, the first 3 guns. [/ooc] Lawrence sat in the Wellingtons Gentlemen Club. Strange, he thought. Doesn't those people get tired? His minds travelled back to Williow, ah, sweet Williow. He smilied to himself and ordered another wine, preparing to leave the place. On his way out, he bumped into a person... [ooc]Whoever wants to join could be the person he bumped into. I'll carry the story onwards and more ppl can join, k? [/ooc]
[ooc] I'd join but I'm already in two others... one of them my own... and I'm trying to make a site... so I'm kinda busy now... maybe if this thread lives and more people join And it get's interesting... I'll join you [/ooc]
"Watch where you're going you dolt." I said as some human walks straight into me. "Sorry" He said and continues on his way I look down and notice that he broke my new pocket watch. "Well this recent occurrences makes life for me so much easier" As I went in search of the clumsy fool.
[ooc]I know no one has posted here in awhile but all of the recent threads have so many posts i dont want to get into them [/ooc] I was sitting in the Gentlemen's Club when from under my hood I see two folks bump into each other and one seems to get mad. "This could be interesting..."
It seems that some person bumped into some rude fella on the road, the rude fella was getting really annoying and he seemed like one of those rich jerks. I decide to walk up to him. "Hey, jerk, why are you such a rude fella, this man that bumped into you on accident, there was no need to be rude about it, you could have at least said something nice like mabye, sorry, or something around those lines. Now, I think you should go up that fella and tell him that you are sorry. We have been having many problems on the streets recently and it is people like you who cause them, so please clam down a little." "Sir Grindul!" a patrol guard came up to me. I am one of the soldiers of this city, I am up in the high rank and I command the street patrols and I try and control the citizen, which is why I gave a little talk to the rude fella on the road. I am a tall, slim human, about 6 feet tall. My hair is short and brown, but I wear a cap. My face is completly shaved, except my eye brows and the hair ontop of my head. I am wearing a soldiers uniform and I am holding a sharp rapier. I am skilled with the melee art and I have some good leadership skills. "Now what is it that you want soldier?" I ask the soldier who came up to me. "A street brawl! Another one sir, but this time it is a half-orc and a human and they both pulled out a knife, it looks really bad so far! You must do something, quickly!" This seemed bad indeed, so I followed the soldier and he led me to a brawl, this was bad indeed. The human has a bad cut on his arm and the orc was missing a couple teeth it seemed. The fight seemed about even. I stepped in and tried to break it up.
[OOC: I am a Dwarven technologican apprentice, experienced with gunsmithing and using guns, about 150 years old, short, brown beard and brown hair. I am using two revolvers I have made myself, and I am a wandering bounty hunter.] I was wandering trough the streets of Tarant, on my way to the Gunsmith in town to make business, when I all of a sudden see a fight on the street, between an orc and a human. It was outside the Gentlemen's club, which I don't go to very often, too "fine" for my taste. But this was interesting. The orc's eyes was red of anger, and the human got scared and stepped back. All of a sudden a city guard comes out of the club, trying to stop the fight. Then all of a sudden, the orc jump unto the guard, and starts biting his arm. The guard screams and draws his sword. "OUCH! What are you doing, you creep! Now you come with me!" he yelled at the orc, who seemed kind of scared. So they started walking towards the guardhouse. To me it seems like an unfair treatment, letting the human go without anyone caring. I walked towards him and asked what it was all about. [OOC: Now I hope someone will jump into this man's role ]
Hoping to rescue this roleplay [ooc] char: 180 yr old Elf, learning necro white, summoning and originally came to Tarant to be a model, but did not like the lifestyle and decided to become an adventurer, training to use a Mystikal Chakram. You might just learn more about me if interaction occurs[/ooc] I just saw a brawl break out in the street, due to what seems to have been a human merely bumping into an orc, their rumored tempers must be even shorter that I thought, I don't think I want to get near one of them. After the Orc is dragged away by the guards, I decide to go up to the human, he seems well-traveled and I may be able to help with his wounds. I walk up to him and quickly ask if he needs any assistance [ooc]Starting an adventuring group would be good, people that want to make single-serving posts could die or be enemies instead of making a character list a week long[/ooc]
As i watched in the brawl from the shadows and laughed to myself for they were fighting over just a pocket watch. I then reached into my robe and pulled forth a dagger and started cleaning my nails waiting to be noticed by someone (Hint). If you want to know i am new here but good here is my charator for this post. I am Blonde,Elven,A mage/MORE DRUID. And i am a good or evil guy depends who i hang around hehe.
Continuing A man suddenly appears from the shadows behind me, he appears vaguely elven, but I cannot be sure, and he pulls out a dagger, I prepare to summon an ogre for my protection, but he only began cleaning his nails. I slowly, carefully with my Chakram ready in my hand, and a plague of insects ready in my mind I approach and greet him.
As a man come towards me I grin as he gets closer. I see he is human and i see a gun inside his clothing. I then go toward him and greet him. I see you have gotten into some little trouble their. I snicker. But i am here for another reason sir. May you might teach me the ways of gun battleing? I am going to master both arts.
[ooc] If you wish to roleplay (this goes for both of you), you must learn to make your posts larger, mabye around 1-2 paragraphs, do not just have one sentence. Yeah, I know, I started out that way too, but try your best to make it where we can actually see what is happening and stuff, you gotta put details and stuff in it, if you can not picture what you are doing, make it where you can. Also, spell correctly, I also had that problem to, use word or something like that to correct your sentences, just copy and paste it and stuff, it works like a charm. [/ooc]
[OOC: Menion, he doesn't use a gun, a chakram is a throwing weapon, like a round boomerang, a disc...]
Leaving this setting The dangerous-looking man appears to be nothing more than insane. He asked me if I would teach him how to gunfight. I tell him to get back to the boil where he must have come from. He gets angry at this and pulls out his gun. I quickly try to get a building between us, but my dress gets caught on the corner. I throw my Chakram wildly and miss, but it bought me a little time. I pull my dress off of the bricks, ripping it, but that is currently the least of my worries and catch my chakram as it comes back. I then pull the magick around me and summon a guardian ogre to destroy him. He then starts shooting my Ogre and it is not going to get to kill him. I throw my Chakram and he now has a large hole in his helmet. He shoots a few more times and my Ogre dies. I throw a few more times and his head lies on the ground. I look at my handiwork, a nice clean cut through the neck. I look around and realize that I should probably dissappear before the guards come after me. I the walk off as inconspicously as I can in search of the nearest seamstress.
