Tales of Cyprilion - RP thread

She gripped her spear tightly. "Elders say 'man who say nice things today sting tenfold tomorrow' They also say 'no trust Elves.'" *

edited 8th Jul '11 9:19:43 PM by Aniventerie

Need a tall, brawny fella to come by and inspect your pickle? Perhaps I may be this fella.

Jester chose this moment to step between them. "That's enough!"

"You should turn in for the night before things go south here." He said to Faze, "We'll meet up later, alright?"

"As for you," He said to Anicca, "Step inside, I'll get you something to eat, and I'll get you a room at an Inn when you're done, alright?"

Anicca wasn't quite sure what an Inn was (she figured it was some sort of Human sleeping ground), but she nodded at the mention of food and followed him inside.

edited 8th Jul '11 9:23:35 PM by Aniventerie

Need a tall, brawny fella to come by and inspect your pickle? Perhaps I may be this fella.

Faze was starting to get a little worried. His first attempt at finding a romantic interest was intoxicated with alcohol and a little too brash, and now this vision of loveliness tells him up-front that she doesn't trust his kind? The bard took a deep breath to calm down, and reminded himself that his attempt to find romance was not in vain yet. He just had to apply to her interests...

Of course, when Jester stepped in, it pretty much guarenteed that such plans would have to wait. "That's probably a good idea," Faze told Jester, before reaching into his pocket and retrieving his earnings for the day. He then gave them to Jester, adding, "This is for my share of the meal...and for her share, too."

Before Jester could refuse the offer, Faze started walking away from the tavern and towards the hotel he was booked at. Even if the girl didn't take such generosity as a sign that elves weren't all bad, her rugged style implied a voracious appetite, and Jester would probably need all the cash he could get.

Eyeing the coins, Jester sighed. "You didn't need to do that, yanno."

Turning back to the girl, Jester smiled. "Tell you what, we go order you what you want, then we grab my friends and head on to the inn for the night. You can eat when we get there, and then we can get some sleep, alright?"

This is my attempt at fast forwarding through this. I hope it isn't too heavy handed.

Ainfean watched as Admiral left, but decided that it was probably safe to just let him go. Meanwhile, the treasurer slipped back through the door, returning to the meeting to join the other officials in waiting for their monarchs.

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Some Time Later

"So it's settled, then," the King said at last, looking around the gathered officials. "We'll send heralds to recruit for a questing party, and we'll accept whoever Admiral Loser finds, too. Thank you for that, Treasurer Worthington."

"I still think we should get that ghost involved," remarked the Queen thoughtfully. "The one that made the pretty illusion earler."

"Charlotte, dear, he didn't really help much," Harold pointed out wearily. "I'm sure he's a lovely man... uh, ghost... but I don't see how he could be helpful."

"That is precisely why we need him," Charlotte retorted. "It's always the people who seem useless at first that come through the most. That elf with the tuba managed to take out a shapeshifter on his own, and that lazy-looking man is funding the entire quest. Trust me; a ghost might not seem to be that useful now, but he'll be vital later on, I bet." The King threw his hands up in the air, defeated.

"Whatever you say, dear. I suppose it doesn't matter too much anyway." He sighed. "Lord Verne, I'm entrusting you with the task of announcing this to the general public. Ainfean should be able to handle the individual requests. Meeting adjourned."

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The Next Morning

After everyone had eaten and slept*

, Jester and anyone who might be staying in the same room as him would be woken at dawn by a sharp rapping on the door.

Anyway here's Blackwall

She nodded. She was as ready to sleep as she was to eat - the long trip had worn her out savagely. Though she didn't quite know why this stranger was being so generous, the kindnesses he was offering were ones she desperately needed.

She was initially confused by the square soft thing Jester had brought her to when dinner was over, she eventually guessed it was for sleeping on (she couldn't fathom why though - she hadn't been considered a cub for a long time *

). She nontheless was overwhelmed with comfort, and awoke the next morning feeling fully refreshed.

Yes, the flashback was probably unecessary, but it did tell you a few more things about Lycans.

edited 8th Jul '11 10:07:49 PM by Aniventerie

Need a tall, brawny fella to come by and inspect your pickle? Perhaps I may be this fella.

Isar snorted as the rap on the door came, than returned to snoring... before jerking awake. "Whaa..." He said, getting up. He had the vague idea to answer the door, but only succeeded in repeatadly ramming into a wall.

I AM A SEXY SHOELESS GOD OF WAR!

Sitting up in time to see Iskar's mishap, Jester smiled. "I guess not everyone is a morning person, eh?" Getting out of bed, Jester looked himself over. He had taken off his armor and his shirt to sleep, and was clad in his pants and the heavy linen strips wrapping up his left arm.

Deciding that putting on a shirt was too much effort for what he guessed was a routine visit by the owner of the Inn, Jester walked over to the door and opened it. "Yes? What is it you want?" He said while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his lone hand once the door opened sufficiently.

edited 8th Jul '11 10:03:00 PM by GIG

"Jester Mattis?" called a crisp, sharp voice from outside the door, as everyone's favourite grouchy housekeeper peered into the room. "You're wanted at the palace." She glanced at Iskar, and snorted. "You too, shapeshifter."

"Iskar Blank," corrected Fergus, who was hovering by Ainfean's shoulder.

"I can't be bothered remembering everyone's name," Ainfean retorted. "It'll take me forever to find all of them in the first place." She turned back to Jester. "Well? Are you going, or am I going to have to drag you?"

Anyway here's Blackwall

Admiral hadn't had much luck tracking down the one armed knight the previous night, and had to spend the night in the same stable he had before. Early in the morning though, he had gotten a more reliable lead on where the knight might be.

He entered the inn and spoke with the man behind the counter, and quickly determined two things. One, the knight was indeed upstairs along with a few others he had payed for as well. And two, that someone else had just gone up to meet the knight. Someone else wants to recruit the man? Well, that could be a problem Admiral thought, and headed up the stairs to the hall leading to the rooms...

And saw miss Ainfean talking with someone just inside a door. Undoubtedly the knight, as these things went. "Ah, Ainfean! You also have business with mister... Jester, wasn't it?" Admiral said, grinning again as he approached.

You are reading this.

Iskar looked around blankly as the broomstick mentioned his name. After a second or so he managed to make his lips move. "Wurrfee!".*

I AM A SEXY SHOELESS GOD OF WAR!

Jester groaned. "Couldn't you all have waited until I was fully up and dressed? I'm going to need a bit, I need to get dressed and gather everyone up before we venture out today."

As soon as Anicca saw her spear in the corner, she smacked her forehead. Oh well, better do it now.

From underneath her makeshift garments she pulled off a necklace with a tiny glass vial on the end. She pulled off the stopper and set it on the floor. In a very businesslike fashion, she took her spear, pricked the end of her finger with the point, and squeezed a drop of blood in the vial.

With that done, she decided to check the hall for possible attackers *

, and put her head out the door.

Need a tall, brawny fella to come by and inspect your pickle? Perhaps I may be this fella.

As he crouched in the alleyway, the same position he'd been in since around midnight, Opesidex realised that he prefered Hell much better than this place. Not that he needed to realise it anyway, it was just at that point he'd made the official decision that he didn't like it here. Which wasn't very hard, in all honesty.

The demon hissed as the morning sun stung his eyes. At least the Morningstar hadn't given off this much light. The demon sighed. He missed Hell. This was fairly obvious, given his exit from the place and the fact that he was already mourning his departure.

He'd only been to Cyprillion twice. The first time was during basic training, when he'd learned why it was a better idea to stay where he belonged. The second time was during the old days, when Opesidex had chased after a fleeing soul.*

. Both times had been both painful and humiliating.

The Reaver sighed. No point in bemoaning his current state. No, now was the time to take action. Integrate himself into society. Of course, this world was dangerous. He still had some of his abilities but if he wanted to get anywhere other than here, he needed protection. A group of mortals who he could travel with until he no longer needed them. Yes, that was a plan. Not a good plan but it was a plan.

For now, Opesidex continued to sit, hopefully unn oticed, in the alley, biding his time and fumbling this his bowtie. Blasted talons.

"You have more than enough potential. So tell me what is the one wish that would make your soul gem shine." -Mitt Romney, probably

Early in the morning, as the first rays of dawn peered though the horizon, a messenger of the respected Arcane Tower of Magical Studies entered the capital city.

The messenger weaved through the streets, her pace constant as she headed straight towards her destination *

. Those who came from the fantastical tower knew how to keep their head focused on the task at hand... and this lady had been given an extremely important mission to accomplish *

^{That of requesting even more funding... The archmage really wants his greater crystal of planar energies and everybody would do with a new change of robes}

... One that would take her straight into the Royal palace.

Her image was enough to make even the busiest roads clear the way for her... for she rode on a magnificent beast. A noble lion, its mane and fur golden and pale in color... its half lidded eyes reflecting a deep intelligence beyond that of any wild animal *

And the figure astride this exotic animal... Clad in an immaculate light blue tunic, boots of fine soft leather, and last but not least a set of robes *

and a wizard's hat, both the purest white in color, surely reflecting the pure heart of one who has taken the hard task of magic for the noble purpose of helping her kin. To further mark her as a person learned in the magical arts, wrapped around her mount there lay a finely made book bag, upon which rested a tome which surely contained wisdom from ages past!

The lady who wore these clothes was no less stunning... with the fairest skin, long blond hair and a pair of sapphire colored eyes resolutely staring forward. Her posture and expression spoke of a learned grace, an inquisitive and powerful mind and a proud strong will.

However, even among all this spectacle there was one more feature of this most curious of messengers which was even more noteworthy. So notable in fact that it overwhelmed everything else.

The messenger from the Arcane Tower of Magical Studies was a short, ten year old brat.

A short ten year old brat which headed towards the palace without a single invitation, yet she didn't seem to think that she would at any point be stopped by anyone.

If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.

Ainfean spun around to see Admiral Loser walking towards her, the stupid grin still plastered to his face

. "What are you doing here?" she asked, eyes narrowing slightly as she turned back to Jester. "Hurry up, then," she said shortly.

---

Those outside would be greeted by the sound of a herald standing in the middle of the street, calling out to any passerbys in a loud, clear voice. Similar heralds were scattered in streets throughout the city, each repeating the same message for all to hear;

"The princess has been cursed. Anyone who wishes to join a questing party and find a way to lift this enchantment should proceed to the palace as soon as possible. The King is willing to generously reward anyone involved in the search for the cure upon the princess' recovery."

Anyway here's Blackwall

Jester nodded. "Iskar, Old Man Wilkerson*

might have some tea or coffee or something if you need help waking up. Take Tornado with you, alright?" Jester stepped out of the room. "Imma go see how Anicca is doing."

Walking over the the girls room, he noticed the door was already open with her walking out. "You already up?" he asked. For some reason, he felt like he was missing something*

...

edited 9th Jul '11 12:12:01 AM by GIG

"Yes, I good. Sleep well." She said, looking over at Jester. Her face started to warm again. "Uh...you not have...uhh" she began *

edited 9th Jul '11 12:16:35 AM by Aniventerie

Need a tall, brawny fella to come by and inspect your pickle? Perhaps I may be this fella.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday I knew of just the hero to hire?" Admiral said, slowing to a stop as a smell reached his nose. It was a smell that made half his instincts want to tense up for a fight or flight response... But for him it mostly just brought on curiousity.

He glanced off to the side, to see a woman with long white and silver hair, and wolfish ears peeking out from her room. Some kind of dog or wolf person? Well as long as she doesn't want to chase me up a tree, there's no problem Admiral thought, turning his head back at Ainfean.

"I saw this knight and a friend of his help in the brawl with the shapeshifters, and I figured he'd be the perfect man for the job" Admiral continued, then watched the knight exit the room to speak with the woman he spotted. He could wait until the knight was ready to speak with him, so he did.*

You are reading this.

Iskar picked up Tornado and set off on a haphazard course down the stairs, a course that happened to knock several paintings off the wall. When he finally arived in the common room he looked at Tornad. "Whats the innkeeper with the funny name called again?" He asked, not noticing the person standing right behind him.

"A-hem"

"... He's right behind me, isn't he?"

"Yes young man, I am." The person said, stepping foward.

"Uh, hi, sorry about that... do you have any coffee anywhere?" Iskar asked weakly.

Two minutes and a very big mug of coffee would see Iskar looking alive again.

I AM A SEXY SHOELESS GOD OF WAR!

Jester tilted his head in confusion "I have not... what?"

Looking over himself, it took a few moments to register. "Crap! I forgot my gauntlet! Thanks for reminding me Anicca!"

Rushing back to his room, he hastily affixed his gauntlet after putting on his shirt and chest armor. "That is the last time I forget that."

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Tornado chuckled at Iskar. "Well you seem to be in a better mood. Tell me, does coffee really have that effect on people?"

edited 9th Jul '11 12:33:34 AM by GIG

"Don't know about humans, but it certainly does help shapeshifters" Iskar replied, heading back up the stairs.

I AM A SEXY SHOELESS GOD OF WAR!

Anicca took the oppurtunity to start to wander out of her room in the direction Jester had left. There was an alluring scent that she couldn't quite put her finger on...

edited 9th Jul '11 12:53:17 AM by Aniventerie

Need a tall, brawny fella to come by and inspect your pickle? Perhaps I may be this fella.

"Well, whatever gets you up in the morning." Tornado said. "Thankfully, Jester doesn't need help getting up, though he does end up a little forgetful while waking up..."

edited 9th Jul '11 12:37:37 AM by GIG