Tales of the Nevergreen

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This thread is more like telling crossing stories of characters than actual role playing, but it has the same basic gist. Here, you can have up to 3 characters, and it makes it more interesting if you keep them on separate pathways and have them as different types of people. Not that you have to. This is a fantasy roleplay, so no guns or jetbikes or whatever else. But there is magic, and different races (you can just make them up, as long as they are plain stupid, ). Before you post your first little part of a characters story, give a little background info on the character, so we know what class they are, what race, what weapons, if any, and so history on them. So anyway, I guess I'll start.

[Profile] Maculin: An ex-theif. He left the Tu'a'in Theives guild after his father, a theif before him, in the same guild, was executed by them for reasons unknown. He hunts theives now, but merely cripples, mutilates or neutralizes them. He follows a mostly good path, and is driven by revenge. However, his thirst for revenge can often lead him into ambushes and traps that he fails to notice. He wields metal plate gauntlets, as he is very skilled in martial arts.

He whipped round and drove his fist into the back of the thief's neck, paralysing him. Reaching down, he grasped the small bag and handed it back to the old woman.

"Oh thank you!" she exclaimed. She looked down to count out some gold coins for him, and, looking up, found he was gone. Well, not gone, but out of sight. She slipped the two coins back into the purse and tied it to her belt as she wandered off into the busy, winding streets of Enod Graft.

He watched her until she left his sight, then continued on his roof-top patrol.

 

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[OOC] Meh, I can do this myself.

[IC] As he watched the stars in the dirty, polluted excuse for a sky, his vision was cut off by something passing above. Something huge. He watched it for a while, then carried on staring. It was no concern of his what things swept through the night, and he was glad of that.

The crash of tables beneath him didn't surprise him. Every night, at 1:07am, they fought. He didn't know why, some strange forces, probably mid-night entertainment for the Gods, but it was every night, at that precise time. He peeked over the ledge, and around the building, until he could see through the little window beneath. It should probably be made clear that he on a roof at this point, as readers tend to become confused if they don't have everything neatly explained.

It was Balgor, the biggeset, baddest, and more importantly stupidest of the Fire Ale Inn locals. Maculin watched as the ogre of a man clashed two heads together, in a somewhat cliche act of strength. The bartender was also used to this behaviour, and continued drying his glasses with a rag, as bartenders do.

And then, for Maculin, it was dark.

 

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(Yo, maybe the idea of controlling 3 (!!!) characters at the same thread is a bit too chaotic for most people...Try opening for some one-characters)