Zombiocolypse

Demonwolf91 · 6th July 2009, 09:24 PM

All players report for duty lolz

The Beginning

Our heroes are curently inside a small inn just outside the vast city of Foron. Inside the inn there are two other people, the innkeeper and an old man who is rambling on about his visions. (Take this time to get used to everyones characters personalities etc...)

Dragonwriter · 6th July 2009, 10:03 PM

Kragg drops the pack slung over his shoulder onto a table and thumps up to the bar. His wild black hair is askew and mussed, as always. He hides a chuckle as he towers over the barkeep.

"A big mug of your strongest ale, little man." He drops his meaty fist onto the bar and opens it with two gold coins. "Actually, how many mugs for that price? I've been walking a ways and need a good, stiff drink. And make it quick!"

His order placed, Kragg reclines against the bar (or nearly sits on it) and surveys the other people. He crosses his arms and conceals a smile, but his hand doesn't stray terribly far from his waist, where the handle of his massive flail is looped in the chain of the brutal weapon.

hellrazor111 · 7th July 2009, 01:39 AM

The door is pushed open, and in walks a large, elegant woman, carrying little more than a staff, in its head a glowing golden crystal. As she approaches the bar, her raven hair strightens itself out.

She takes a seat at the bar,leaning the staff agains it, and tosses a gold piece down and says, "I'll have what he's having." pointing at Kragg, with a voice that like tinkeling crystal. She turns herself toward and and says "HI! I'm Jasmine!" She gives a large smile and extends her hand.

Theroc · 7th July 2009, 09:30 AM

A being of average height sat at a table towards the back of the tavern, within earshot of the bar. Much of the din would drown out lower chatter, but any loud sounds would most certainly catch the ears of this patron, whose form was almost entirely obscured by a black hooded cloak.

Laying across his table was a long pole-like weapon, upon which one tan, lightly furred hand rested. The other hand lifted a mug of a very weak alcoholic beverage, which the being sipped on occasionally.

Demonwolf91 · 7th July 2009, 05:25 PM

Inside the inn the old man is prophesizing but is unintelligable since he is speaking to quickly

Dragonwriter · 7th July 2009, 05:35 PM

Kragg eyes the big woman as she walks in, nearly leering. When she offers her hand, he shakes it gently. He smiles back, revealing his several missing teeth.

"Name's Kragg. Pleasure... That's quite a shiny rock in that staff you got. It good for anything?"

While he speaks, he keeps his ears open for that babbling old man, wondering if the guy is just crazy, or if anything he says might be interesting or humorous.

hellrazor111 · 7th July 2009, 08:34 PM

"Well, it trys to let me know things by glowing, but I'm never sure, I think it's intrested in the old man... But my master's could talk, so I'm hopeful!" Jasmine looks over to the old man, "Hey, speak up old man tell us about you vision!" she says with a giggle.

She takes a drink, and after giving it a look, she says, "So, whats your calling Mr. Kragg."

Dragonwriter · 8th July 2009, 01:06 AM

Kragg shrugs, his armor rattling at the motion.

"I'm a priest of war. Not any god, but war itself. Since I was li'l, I been good at fighting, and being a priest of the biggest kinda fightin' imaginable works for me. 'S why I use this here flail. Tricky kinda weapon, but big and strong. Takes skill. Just like it takes skill to fight well. How 'bout you?"

Not to be rude, but while he chats, his eyes wander over the other patrons. Catching sight of the strangely cloaked figure, he nods his head in that direction. "He's seems to be a weird one, doesn't he? Who bothers to keep wearing a big ol' cloak like that in a little tavern like this? 'Taint cold enough, if'n ya ask me..."

hellrazor111 · 8th July 2009, 06:42 AM

"War huh? Thats so cool! Well, my strength and skill comes from my mind, a psion, see." Jasmine puts her hands togeather and when they seperate, there is brass bracelet, which dissolves shortly after "When I created this, myparents took me to another psion, who taught me how to control the energies. I have a real talent for creation, metacreativity he called it."

At Kraggs comment, Jasmine replies, "Why not invite him over, find out why." She looks over and says, "Hey, you join us and have a drink."

OOC: power-Trinket: 0pp

Theroc · 8th July 2009, 06:56 AM

Wadarkhu had moved closer to the old man, attempting to listen more closely to the prophesying, but was interrupted by an invitation for a drink from some... larger beings who could likely smash him to a pulp if he was caught unprepared.

His pole on his back, his mind ready to leap into incantation at the slightest hint of trouble, the cloaked feline move to take a seat astride the female of the beings, remaining quiet for the time being. He had no desire to be ridiculed for his appearance as some did, or tormented as he'd heard stories of. All he wanted was his nine lives...

Dragonwriter · 8th July 2009, 07:32 AM

Kragg nods. "Nice trick there Jasmine. Maybe you could throw it at a guy and run while he asks why." He chuckles at his little semi-joke.

As the hooded figure comes over, Kragg whispers to Jasmine, "I was hoping to guess and maybe laugh at him a little, but okay..."

Once the cloaked stranger reaches the two half-giants, the warpriest smiles broadly, extending a meaty palm and taking on one of his 'idiot looks' and slowing his speech. "Whatchername, stranger? And why tha' big cloth cover? Kinda like a bedspread... Isn't it pretty hot for that thing to be on ya in here?"

Mowgli · 8th July 2009, 11:53 AM

Shadows stir in the back corner of the bar as the patron at that table moves. A small, lithe figure in dark leathers flows from her seat and makes her way between the tables and up to the bar. Her slender five foot height is dwarfed by the massive presence of the half-giants, but she wears the scimitar on her back with confidence. Her skin is the gray of a stormcloud about to burst, her short cropped, kinky hair jet black, and the others gathered at the bar catch a glimpse of irises the color of molten rock as she orders an ale.

"Well, this looks to be a lively bunch, and I was getting a little bored in the corner all by myself. Mind if I join you?"

hellrazor111 · 8th July 2009, 05:07 PM

"Hey, I can do more its just...taxing, though teach said that would go away." she sighs "You'll see later, maybe, anyways I can create creatures too though, Astral Construct is what its called."

"Oh sorry!" she wispers back.

"Hello, I'm Jasmine." She says to the cloaked stranger, extending an equally large, but thinner hands. "No need to wear that heavy thing in here, I don't judge, or are you...hiding?" Jasmine wispers the last word then after a moment, laughs and smiles.

"Sure, join us, I'm Jasmine." Extending her hand toward the dark figure What do you do Ms...."

Dragonwriter · 8th July 2009, 05:22 PM

Kragg chuckles as Jasmine gets a little indignant. "Relax. I pretty much look at things based on how they could help me in a fight first, and other ways second. Like that chair... First thought for me is, I can use that to whack a guy in the head, and my second is, it doesn't look very comfortable." Kragg chuckles again.

The half-giant shrugs his massive shoulders, saying, "Go ahead. Many's more fun! ...Or is it more the merrier? Never remember... Anyways, it's always more fun to get drunk with more people. Less chance of looking like idiot that way." The hulking warrior smiles brokenly. He sticks out his hand, "And I'm Kragg."

Demonwolf91 · 8th July 2009, 06:06 PM

Wadarkhu hears mostly rambling from the old man but near the end of his speech his eyes open wide he trembles and states "The reckoning is upon us." As he says this he dissapears in a puff of smoke. A small tremor has caused the rickety old inn to begin to collapse.

(Everyone make a reflex check to escape the building don't forget to post the link it helps me.)

Mowgli · 8th July 2009, 06:39 PM

Scáthach takes each hand as it is offered. "I'm Scáthach. Pleased to . . . oops, looks like further pleasantries will have to be postponed!"

With these words the athletic little Tiefling dives for the nearest window or door, slipping neatly out of the collapsing building.

Actions/Rolls

Theroc · 8th July 2009, 07:57 PM

In response to the large hands being thrust before him, Wadarkhu had to suppress his initial instinct to beat them back, and attempt a shake, with his own, smaller hands. He then responded briefly.

"I am called... Wadarkhu..." The Cat-Folk managed, before the female entered the inn. Before he could either respond to the woman or explain why he was cloaked, the old man finished his prophesy and the building started to collapse. Knowing he only had one live at the moment, Wadarkhu made haste for the door.

Reflex Roll

Dragonwriter · 8th July 2009, 09:09 PM

Kragg is about to shake hands with Scáthach and Wadarkhu in turn, still having his 'idiot look' on his face, when the ground starts to shake. "Looks like it's time to go!" The half-giant sprints for the door. He doesn't care if its closed... It will open beneath his massive armored shoulder. "Nothing like a little excitement to start your day!"

OOC

hellrazor111 · 8th July 2009, 10:35 PM

As the roof starts to collapse, Jasmine ducks behind Kragg as he crashes through the door. "Woah we need to go." She says while running.

reflex

Demonwolf91 · 9th July 2009, 12:55 AM

While everyone was scrambling out of the building, Wadarkhu had gotten trapped by a fallen board. Though unharmed he is still stuck. Outside there are three small huts that are suitable for talking.

(I'm sorry didnt mean to spring that on you as quickly as I did. Ive got to be a bit more careful.)