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DARKSUN: RUINS TO DESTRUCTION
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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 6955014" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>DARKSUN: RUINS OF DESTRUCTION</p><p>SEGMENT 001</p><p>ADVENTURE ONE: LEDOPOLUS</p><p>11/26/16</p><p></p><p>190 KA- DESERT FURY 12TH DAY OF 3RD MONTH</p><p></p><p>DARKSUN…. A LAND OF MAGICAL DESTRUCTION. LIFE IS HARD HERE. MOST SEEK SHELTER WITHIN THE CITY-STATES BUT A FEW FIND THE LAWS AND RULERSHIP OF ITS EXTREMELY POWERFUL SORCERER-KINGS AND QUEENS TO BE UNDESIRABLE.</p><p></p><p> WILLING PEOPLE, SOMETIMES CALLED ADVENTURERS, HIRE THEMSELVES OUT TO THE MANY STATE REPRESENTATIVES, NOBLES AND MERCHANTS. MOST TRAVEL AS CARAVAN GUARDS TO THE WEALTHY MERCHANTS. OTHERS ARE PERSONAL BODY GUARDS TO THE NOBLES. THE MISSIONS GIVEN BY TEMPLARS VARY GREATLY AND CAN NOT BE TURNED DOWN.</p><p></p><p> THE CITIES VARY IN CULTURE AND DESIGN BUT MOST ARE RULED WITH AN IRON FIST. THE ONLY “FREE” CITY IS TYR WHICH ONLY RECENTLY GAINED THIS FREEDOM AS ITS RULER WAS KILLED. THE REMAINING RULERS HAVE TAKEN NOTICE. THOUGH STILL ALL-POWERFUL AND RUTHLESS, THEY ARE WARY OF THE GROWING SENSE OF REBELLION.</p><p></p><p> THERE IS RENEWED AND INCREASED INTEREST IN WAYS AND MEANS OF GREATER POWER TO EITHER MAINTAIN CONTROL OR TO DESTROY THE CONTROL. THIS IS EVEN TRUE IN URIK, WHERE THIS TALE BEGINS.</p><p></p><p>TEMBO’S TEN TEETH</p><p>THIS BAR AND TAVERN IS A SEEDY AND ROWDY PLACE WHERE ADVENTURERS, MERCENARIES AND PEOPLE WITH SPECIAL SKILL SETS AND THE MORAL COMPASS TO DO ANYTHING WITHOUT QUESTIONS ASKED GATHER.</p><p></p><p>THE BAR KEEP IS JUNA, A FEMALE EX-GLADIATOR MUL. SHE WEARS A LEATHER APRON THAT HAS MANY STAINS INCLUDING BLOOD. UNDER IT IS HER LEATHER AND BROWN CLOTH SKIRT AND TOP. THE TOP IS WORN AS MUCH TO NOTE HER SEX AS ANY NEED FOR IT AS MULS HAVE NEARLY NO FAT ON THEIR BODIES- INCLUDING BREASTS.</p><p></p><p>SHE HAS TWO HELPERS, BOTH WORK THE TABLES. NEITHER ARE BOUNCERS AS SHE HERSELF ENJOYS ENFORCING HER OWN RULES AND BOUNCES HER OWN PLACE. HER TWO WORKERS ARE GREE AND FEMMA. GREE IS A FEMALE HALF-ELF AND FEMMA IS A FEMALE ELF. BOTH WORK THE TABLES AND CONDUCT OTHER BUSINESS ON THEIR OWN TIME BEHIND THE BUILDING WITHIN A MODEST TENT.</p><p></p><p>IT IS BUSY TODAY. </p><p></p><p>Delphia steps around a recent crodlu dropping. Her long elven hair flips gently in the air making more than one observer stare a little longer than Balik would prefer. But as much as some people watch her walk others distance themselves. She is dressed as a noble would. She wears a long well made trench coat designed to breath well and keep her out of the sun over her strips of form fitting silk armor and boats.</p><p></p><p>Balik, her newest boy toy, a mul from the arena of Gulg, is her body guard. He stares with threats of violence to any man or woman whom looks at her female body too long. His leather armor on his legs, arms and left shoulder and chest area quietly creaks as he walks beside her.</p><p></p><p>Following them is a recent addition to their group. Torruk, a very tall half-giant, follows them. He is mildly amused by the show before him.</p><p></p><p>They walk into the tavern known as Tembo’s Ten Teeth. An image of a tembo fiercely standing proud with a maw of sharp teeth states the tavern’s name. Going inside, the unusual but common customers loudly talk, gossip and drink fermented kank honey ale. At least one patron is already passed out in the corner.</p><p></p><p>“Thug Man” gives a leering smirk and nod to the elven Wilder and Cleric which quickly becomes a scowl as the mul Psychic Warrior stares him down. This man has an unique thick and ugly scar beginning at his right eye and travels down the length of his body to the right knee. It is rumored he looked at the daughter of a low templar in a less than respectful manner.</p><p></p><p>Azzel, a brooding dwarf with black eyes (no pupils) looks at them with a glance. No one knows if he was born this way or cursed. No one is willing to ask him.</p><p></p><p>Raven, a half-elf Beast Reaver sits back and looks from the glass of his mug. He acts like he is welcomed here but in truth, he is not. He works for the templars and has been known to send “friends” into the arena for little reason.</p><p></p><p>They have just sat down and motioned for drinks when they feel a wave of hot and dry air wash over them. Someone is at the door and leaving it open to allow the heat in. As people look up to see the cause they quickly drop their sight back to their drinks and incredibly absorbing images on the tables of nothing.</p><p></p><p>In the doorway stands an elf dressed in gold and silver. His robes have been hardened to give protection but remain light and airy. His helmet is also golden. A green reptilian skin cape adorns his back giving him a commanding appearance and effect. Sneering at the low lives within the tavern, the mid-level templar of the Arena steps in. The light from the doorway is blocked as a very very big half-giant steps in to follow him.</p><p></p><p>Templar Senshaw is too be feared due to his power, influence and gentle disregard for people’s lives.</p><p></p><p>A second half-giant steps in. They wear Urik battle armor made of leather and bits of obsidian and worked stone. Collectively, these two are known as Him and Haw. They work as Templar Senshaw’s personal guards and thugs.</p><p></p><p>“I am looking for new help. My last help…. Failed. Who would like to help me…. Help Urik?” Everyone avoids eye contact except for Delphia whom makes the mistake to try to intimidate the templar. She bats her eyes and gives an inviting smile with her arms and shoulders pulled back to expose as much of her shape as she can. The templar licks his lips and smiles.</p><p></p><p>“My usual amount will be paid. Five silver (silver colored ceramic pieces) per person, per day. Perhaps even some traveling money. All that is required is too travel to North Ledopolus to deliver a message and get a message returned.”</p><p></p><p>“Sounds like a wonderful opportunity for someone.” The female elf says. She rolls her head to the side to look at the mul. Balik hates it when she acts like this. It is not a game- not when dealing with a templar.</p><p></p><p>“And if someone said no to you?”</p><p></p><p>A new evil smile curls on his twisted face. Eyes of a sadistic predator come to life. “In your case, I would either teach you a lesson by placing you in the obsidian mines for a week or two or have my way with you.” His eyes borrow into hers as he strips her in his mind. Seeing the mul tense up he then adds- “and then I will give the remains to Him and Haw to have their way with you. The half-breed can watch.” The two half-giants sneer and grunt in approval.</p><p></p><p>“I am certain that would please you but perhaps we will leave it at our willingness to be paid for messager service instead. “ she answers sweetly.</p><p></p><p>Templar Senshaw leers at her for another moment then flips a scroll to her. She stops it gently on the table. A small bag with ceramic pieces and bits is then tossed at her that more strikes her than lands on her. “I expect this to be done quickly.”</p><p></p><p>The templar turns and leaves. As Him and Haw turn to leave they hear someone softly say a very nasty thing possibly aimed at them. Haw stops, turns and angrily glares at the room. He picks up Thug Man’s ale and gulps it one shot. He snorts then spits it out at Thug Man and leaves with a quiet and fearful giggle.</p><p></p><p>Waiting to be sure they have left, Balik turns sharply on his mistress. “Was that necessary?!?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes. He would have placed us in the mines otherwise.”</p><p></p><p>“No. I mean was it necessary to flirt with that monster?”</p><p></p><p>“I had him in my control the whole time.” She tries to convince herself of this also.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 6955014, member: 9255"] DARKSUN: RUINS OF DESTRUCTION SEGMENT 001 ADVENTURE ONE: LEDOPOLUS 11/26/16 190 KA- DESERT FURY 12TH DAY OF 3RD MONTH DARKSUN…. A LAND OF MAGICAL DESTRUCTION. LIFE IS HARD HERE. MOST SEEK SHELTER WITHIN THE CITY-STATES BUT A FEW FIND THE LAWS AND RULERSHIP OF ITS EXTREMELY POWERFUL SORCERER-KINGS AND QUEENS TO BE UNDESIRABLE. WILLING PEOPLE, SOMETIMES CALLED ADVENTURERS, HIRE THEMSELVES OUT TO THE MANY STATE REPRESENTATIVES, NOBLES AND MERCHANTS. MOST TRAVEL AS CARAVAN GUARDS TO THE WEALTHY MERCHANTS. OTHERS ARE PERSONAL BODY GUARDS TO THE NOBLES. THE MISSIONS GIVEN BY TEMPLARS VARY GREATLY AND CAN NOT BE TURNED DOWN. THE CITIES VARY IN CULTURE AND DESIGN BUT MOST ARE RULED WITH AN IRON FIST. THE ONLY “FREE” CITY IS TYR WHICH ONLY RECENTLY GAINED THIS FREEDOM AS ITS RULER WAS KILLED. THE REMAINING RULERS HAVE TAKEN NOTICE. THOUGH STILL ALL-POWERFUL AND RUTHLESS, THEY ARE WARY OF THE GROWING SENSE OF REBELLION. THERE IS RENEWED AND INCREASED INTEREST IN WAYS AND MEANS OF GREATER POWER TO EITHER MAINTAIN CONTROL OR TO DESTROY THE CONTROL. THIS IS EVEN TRUE IN URIK, WHERE THIS TALE BEGINS. TEMBO’S TEN TEETH THIS BAR AND TAVERN IS A SEEDY AND ROWDY PLACE WHERE ADVENTURERS, MERCENARIES AND PEOPLE WITH SPECIAL SKILL SETS AND THE MORAL COMPASS TO DO ANYTHING WITHOUT QUESTIONS ASKED GATHER. THE BAR KEEP IS JUNA, A FEMALE EX-GLADIATOR MUL. SHE WEARS A LEATHER APRON THAT HAS MANY STAINS INCLUDING BLOOD. UNDER IT IS HER LEATHER AND BROWN CLOTH SKIRT AND TOP. THE TOP IS WORN AS MUCH TO NOTE HER SEX AS ANY NEED FOR IT AS MULS HAVE NEARLY NO FAT ON THEIR BODIES- INCLUDING BREASTS. SHE HAS TWO HELPERS, BOTH WORK THE TABLES. NEITHER ARE BOUNCERS AS SHE HERSELF ENJOYS ENFORCING HER OWN RULES AND BOUNCES HER OWN PLACE. HER TWO WORKERS ARE GREE AND FEMMA. GREE IS A FEMALE HALF-ELF AND FEMMA IS A FEMALE ELF. BOTH WORK THE TABLES AND CONDUCT OTHER BUSINESS ON THEIR OWN TIME BEHIND THE BUILDING WITHIN A MODEST TENT. IT IS BUSY TODAY. Delphia steps around a recent crodlu dropping. Her long elven hair flips gently in the air making more than one observer stare a little longer than Balik would prefer. But as much as some people watch her walk others distance themselves. She is dressed as a noble would. She wears a long well made trench coat designed to breath well and keep her out of the sun over her strips of form fitting silk armor and boats. Balik, her newest boy toy, a mul from the arena of Gulg, is her body guard. He stares with threats of violence to any man or woman whom looks at her female body too long. His leather armor on his legs, arms and left shoulder and chest area quietly creaks as he walks beside her. Following them is a recent addition to their group. Torruk, a very tall half-giant, follows them. He is mildly amused by the show before him. They walk into the tavern known as Tembo’s Ten Teeth. An image of a tembo fiercely standing proud with a maw of sharp teeth states the tavern’s name. Going inside, the unusual but common customers loudly talk, gossip and drink fermented kank honey ale. At least one patron is already passed out in the corner. “Thug Man” gives a leering smirk and nod to the elven Wilder and Cleric which quickly becomes a scowl as the mul Psychic Warrior stares him down. This man has an unique thick and ugly scar beginning at his right eye and travels down the length of his body to the right knee. It is rumored he looked at the daughter of a low templar in a less than respectful manner. Azzel, a brooding dwarf with black eyes (no pupils) looks at them with a glance. No one knows if he was born this way or cursed. No one is willing to ask him. Raven, a half-elf Beast Reaver sits back and looks from the glass of his mug. He acts like he is welcomed here but in truth, he is not. He works for the templars and has been known to send “friends” into the arena for little reason. They have just sat down and motioned for drinks when they feel a wave of hot and dry air wash over them. Someone is at the door and leaving it open to allow the heat in. As people look up to see the cause they quickly drop their sight back to their drinks and incredibly absorbing images on the tables of nothing. In the doorway stands an elf dressed in gold and silver. His robes have been hardened to give protection but remain light and airy. His helmet is also golden. A green reptilian skin cape adorns his back giving him a commanding appearance and effect. Sneering at the low lives within the tavern, the mid-level templar of the Arena steps in. The light from the doorway is blocked as a very very big half-giant steps in to follow him. Templar Senshaw is too be feared due to his power, influence and gentle disregard for people’s lives. A second half-giant steps in. They wear Urik battle armor made of leather and bits of obsidian and worked stone. Collectively, these two are known as Him and Haw. They work as Templar Senshaw’s personal guards and thugs. “I am looking for new help. My last help…. Failed. Who would like to help me…. Help Urik?” Everyone avoids eye contact except for Delphia whom makes the mistake to try to intimidate the templar. She bats her eyes and gives an inviting smile with her arms and shoulders pulled back to expose as much of her shape as she can. The templar licks his lips and smiles. “My usual amount will be paid. Five silver (silver colored ceramic pieces) per person, per day. Perhaps even some traveling money. All that is required is too travel to North Ledopolus to deliver a message and get a message returned.” “Sounds like a wonderful opportunity for someone.” The female elf says. She rolls her head to the side to look at the mul. Balik hates it when she acts like this. It is not a game- not when dealing with a templar. “And if someone said no to you?” A new evil smile curls on his twisted face. Eyes of a sadistic predator come to life. “In your case, I would either teach you a lesson by placing you in the obsidian mines for a week or two or have my way with you.” His eyes borrow into hers as he strips her in his mind. Seeing the mul tense up he then adds- “and then I will give the remains to Him and Haw to have their way with you. The half-breed can watch.” The two half-giants sneer and grunt in approval. “I am certain that would please you but perhaps we will leave it at our willingness to be paid for messager service instead. “ she answers sweetly. Templar Senshaw leers at her for another moment then flips a scroll to her. She stops it gently on the table. A small bag with ceramic pieces and bits is then tossed at her that more strikes her than lands on her. “I expect this to be done quickly.” The templar turns and leaves. As Him and Haw turn to leave they hear someone softly say a very nasty thing possibly aimed at them. Haw stops, turns and angrily glares at the room. He picks up Thug Man’s ale and gulps it one shot. He snorts then spits it out at Thug Man and leaves with a quiet and fearful giggle. Waiting to be sure they have left, Balik turns sharply on his mistress. “Was that necessary?!?” “Yes. He would have placed us in the mines otherwise.” “No. I mean was it necessary to flirt with that monster?” “I had him in my control the whole time.” She tries to convince herself of this also. [/QUOTE]
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