Gaiden of the Twelve Swords
Background
The Map
The world, composed of 4 major landmasses. Each having it's own kingdoms, named after their founders.
Ineleas the Restless -- Gilthan of the Iron Hammer -- Gadrae the Hawkeye Goddess -- Piros the Vulcan
Lordes the Purifier -- Malgos of the East Winds -- Coralaea, Queen of the Middle Seas -- Alband of Jinba
Mitoria the Silver's Hand -- Glacia Frost Empress -- Baroque Seafarer --Ivaldi of the Dancing Sands
The sky mourned as the Late King of Coralaea was murdered on his return from a diplomatic trip from Ineleas. A robed young adventurer, perhaps in his late teens, walked into the small port town of Pos. The clouds were dark and grey as clear drops rained upon the earthy ground. To escape the oncoming downpour, the adventurer walked into an old tavern with a worn-out sign which inscribed the name "Palace of the Sea." As he walked he noticed it was a very misleading description. The tavern was dark and several drunk sailors laid there in their seats. The burning red candles at least made the atmosphere warm, compared to the harsh cold winds outside. The young adventurer took a seat and ordered a cup of warm chocolate and felt a soothing warmth, course throughout his body with the first sip.
Gaiden of the Twelve Swords
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, Sep 15 2010 01:53
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Posted 15 September 2010 - 02:07
Thanks for reminding me that I actually made a topic on Role Playing. :shock:
I'll be following this one. Seems like a nice read.
I'll be following this one. Seems like a nice read.
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ooc: Yeah. I always find this section more fun and creative. Hopefully some people can be willing to join.
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The adventurer finished his drink and left the payment at the bar counter and went to sit back at his seat near the window.
"Pity that the ol' King is dead." An old bearded sailor said and sat opposite of the adventurer. "Twas a good leader. Sad to hear that he was ambushed by some Northerns off the coast of Mitoria. That damn sea is plagued with those literally cold-hearted sea scum. Say you're not around huh?"
The adventurer awkwardly looked at the veteran sailor.
"No I'm not actually, just a wanderer..."
"Ah I see. Me names Carr, Captain Carr. What about you lad?"
The adventurer sat there silently and looked down at the table.
"Oh then. That's be alright. I'll just give you one if you don't mind. Hmmm. I think I'll call you.... wait that won't suit you much. Gah I'll just call you Rel! After that young chap that used to sit here all the time before the war eight years ago. Quite an adventurous lad he was. Used to talk about traveling the seas like the legendary Baroque, fighting evil, and wanting to drown in riches and women. Harrharr." The Captain looked out the moisten window and paused. "Yes yes, he was a good fellow."
"What happened to him?
"Well when the war came he went to fight, so did many of us. And many of us never came back. Before Pos used to be a lively town. A robust and energetic port. Now it's empty. Many of us died in the civil war of Coralaea, luckily that Prince came to make things right and ended it quickly when he killed his power-corrupt father. But now he's recently gone too. Hopefully his son can follow example. Doubt it though, he's inexperience. But back to Rel. He was killed in action along with many others I grew up with." (brief pause...) "But well that's the past.... So what brings you here Rel?"
"I am on a journey of currently no reason I guess. Now that I am here, I don't know where to go..."
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The adventurer finished his drink and left the payment at the bar counter and went to sit back at his seat near the window.
"Pity that the ol' King is dead." An old bearded sailor said and sat opposite of the adventurer. "Twas a good leader. Sad to hear that he was ambushed by some Northerns off the coast of Mitoria. That damn sea is plagued with those literally cold-hearted sea scum. Say you're not around huh?"
The adventurer awkwardly looked at the veteran sailor.
"No I'm not actually, just a wanderer..."
"Ah I see. Me names Carr, Captain Carr. What about you lad?"
The adventurer sat there silently and looked down at the table.
"Oh then. That's be alright. I'll just give you one if you don't mind. Hmmm. I think I'll call you.... wait that won't suit you much. Gah I'll just call you Rel! After that young chap that used to sit here all the time before the war eight years ago. Quite an adventurous lad he was. Used to talk about traveling the seas like the legendary Baroque, fighting evil, and wanting to drown in riches and women. Harrharr." The Captain looked out the moisten window and paused. "Yes yes, he was a good fellow."
"What happened to him?
"Well when the war came he went to fight, so did many of us. And many of us never came back. Before Pos used to be a lively town. A robust and energetic port. Now it's empty. Many of us died in the civil war of Coralaea, luckily that Prince came to make things right and ended it quickly when he killed his power-corrupt father. But now he's recently gone too. Hopefully his son can follow example. Doubt it though, he's inexperience. But back to Rel. He was killed in action along with many others I grew up with." (brief pause...) "But well that's the past.... So what brings you here Rel?"
"I am on a journey of currently no reason I guess. Now that I am here, I don't know where to go..."
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