OOC: This is just giving you a setting and allowing you to intorduce your characters.. I really haven't embedded any story elements yet, and you won't have to worry about it.. Just bring your characters into the setting.

A chill spring wind drifted across the valley basin in which sat Everend. Birds rang out their melodious calls over the bustle of the port city below. Set into sudden motion by the arrival of an Imperial division, sent to aid some warriors up in the northern region.

Fangrim usually held it's frost this early in the season, though it was too far south here for such a climate to be held that long. Grey clouds could be caught hanging over the ridge of mountains in the north, casting below them shadows of that same grey. Snow clouds, many knew.. They would yet be plauging the areas farther north.

Plauge was not so good a word to use in these times though. For a few years past a real plauge had caught spread up into the northern areas of the Impeiral Province, especially near the Ash Wastes, where poison clouds weakend the immune systems. The plauge was said to be awful, and easily spread while the victim was unaware that they were even sick.. Such grave news had kept the whole city in a cold sweat for the winter... Now it was summer, and the heat they feared.. Conditions never seemed right in this harsh land..

About the town, though, things were rather merry and joyful, the new arrivals always ment hope for Imperial citizens, who knew that their homes were that much better protected from all harms.. In such a city as this, there were many bars and inns, for all the new guests with no place for the night after the ardurous trip from whence they came.

Here, in this unsuspecting city, several travelers - as ignorant of their purpose as the city that harbored them - were about to clash into what could mean the beginning or the end of this world.. An ancient decree was about to be filled.

OOC: Enter, Characters.

Waking up from his hard military bed in the barracks of Fort Ganmok, Julius Haterius Caecilius set about the laborious task of getting his uniform on. Pulling out his key and opening his heavy military-grade chest, he pulls out his gleaming set of Imperial Duke's Guard Silver, polished so highly that they could be used as mirrors. He also pulls out his ornately decorated Imperial shield and from a small chest above his bed - closer to hand than his armour - he pulls out his Imperial Broadsword. He starts to out the various pieces of armour on.

He had only arrived in Ganmok a week previously and had immediately been assigned to the personal guard of the Duke of Ganmok, Duke Salvius of Septim. Apart from being the governer of this distant Imperial province, he is also the cousin of the Emperor, Uriel Septim VII, making the job of guarding one of the most honoured duties in the Imperial Legion. Only through hard years of campaigning and toil did Julius manage to get to this esteemed duty and his scarred face, like that of all Duke's Guards, showed those who saw it that he was a veteran soldier.

Finally, he straps the last part of his armour on, and walks - with a clinking of metal - to the mess where he would be fed before he began his shift. He realises how hot it is and his metal armour does not help. Reaching the mess, steaming and sweating, he sits at a table with a fellow Duke's Guard and discusses the latest rumours passing around of the Duke receiving a mysterious visitor the day before, who had the left Duke somewhat distressed and had ordered that nobody, not even his guards, were to disturb him unless he personally ordered them in.

Finished with his breakfast, Julius and the other Guard, named Quintus Gnaeus Augustus, walked to their posts by the doors to the Duke's private chambers, performed the elaborate changing of the guard, and stood like statues at their posts.

OOC: Forgot to add this, Chunky Moose and I have worked it out so that he can have his disaster in the beggining of the plot, and thus fit better with the rest of the party. Not telling what it is...

His quest will be run seperatly until he meets up with you all.

I must make note however, that this is not the same Imperium as in Morrowind.. And Uriel Septium of any number has never existed as far as I'm concerned.. Please remember that Chunky and don't add in names and stuff like that.. Everyone esle, asume it just says "the emporer" and be done with it..

IC:
Julius
After the changing of the guard, everything sets into stone still silence. Much as you do not move, niether does anything else for a hundred meters of the govenors chambers. The silence is completely unnatural, and it begins to make you worry.

Time passes and yet nothing happens.

A blizzard had set in, visibility was reduced to around 25 feet out here in the frozen wilderness. Jaun was walking quickly, without looking back at the strange orange glow veiled by the snowfall. Fear filled his mind and he barely noticed the stinging he felt on his forhead, where his exposed skin was being pelted with snow. He replayed the events in his head, every time he was exposed, he tried to count, but could not. Just a day before he had came across a tribal village, hlaf of them were dead, and the other half packing up to leave. jaun had felt it his responsibility to stop this action, as it would undoubtedly spread the plague that they carried with them. All of them were dead jow, by his hand and their corpses burned in a large pile behind him, forming that orange glow. After ten minutes of walking he threw himself to the frozen ground and unwrapped the tightly bound furs around hisface. he had barely been able to breeth, hopefully they would have sheilded him from the disease.

Suddenly Jaun twitched, and sat up quickly, throwing his quilted blankets down past his waist. He rubbed his eyes, recovering from the vivid dream he had experienced. few things scared jaun, but the plauge was one of them, his experiance had happened over a month earlier, surely the signs of the plague would have showed themselves by now, but the inviading fear did not lisson to his own logic.

Jaun walks into the main room of the inn, quite confortable in his loose cloth garments. He walks to the nearby bar, signaling the keeper for a jug of ale.

OOC: Sorry, another Morrowind slip-up.

IC:

The eerie silence was starting to get to Julius, it had been like this for two or three hours already. Normally, the noise of life in the fortress could be heard all around but today everything was still. No clerks were scurrying around with piles of papers and no guards were chatting noisily in the corridors. Everything was too silent. He decides to move from his statue-like pose and gazes around the corridors, opposite him, Quintus was disturbed by the unnatural absence of noise as well. They both glanced at each other and shrugged.

Suddenly, a piercing scream resonated down the corridors. Julius and Quintus drew their swords and raised their shields simultaneously and by instinct readied themselves for a fight, but no attacker came but the scream sounded again. Julius looked at Quintus,
"Go" he said, "Find out who's screamng and why, i'll stay here, call me if you need me". Quintus nodded and ran off noisily down the corridor in the direction of the screams.

Julius was left alone and he was expecting for the Duke to burst out from his door and demand to know what all the commotion was about but that did not happen. Julius had been ordered not to enter the Duke's room and he obeyed that order. Another half hour at least passed since the screams and the departure of Quintus and Julius was starting to worry again. The eerie silence had returned Quintus was nowhere to be seen. As suddenly as the screams, the Duke came out from his room with an ornate scroll in his hand. He looked pale and sickly and he stepped up to Julius.
"Take this scroll" he said, "Guard it with your life. It MUST, i stress MUST, be delivered to my cousin - the Emperor. Now i'm not ordering you to deliver it personally but give to someone you can trust and make sure that the courier has guards. There are many dangerous people about." With that he turned around and started walking towards his room when he suddenly turned again ans asked, "Where's Quintus?"
"He's gone off to investigate some strange noises we heard, sir" replied Julius.
"Go off after him please, he'd make a good courier for that scroll"
"Yes, sir" With that, Julius started walking in the direction that Quintus had gone over half an hour ago and over his shoulder he saw the Duke return into his room and heard all seven of the heavy, complex locks locking. He knew that those locks were protected by powerful magical and mechanical traps and he felt confident that the Duke would be safe without his personal guarding.

He had gone not 200 yards when, to his horror, he found Quintus. Quintus was sprawled on the floor in a pool of blood, a stiletto was lodged in the back of his neck. Julius, with difficulty, pulled the blade out and examined it. He had seen blades of this design before, they came from lands far across the sea to the east and were always coated in deadly poison. Julius, spent s amoment to pay his respects to Quintus, and continued along the corridor with his sword and shield raised and constantly looking over his shoulder for enemies. He found the source of the screams a bit further along the corridor, one of the many maids that worked in the fortress had a huge gash across her stomach and another slitting her throat. She too, has been killed by a poisoned stiletto as the weapon, with its layer of poison used, was useless to an assasin and had been discarded by the corpse.

Julius, suddenly realising that he must inform the Duke that there were enemies in the fortress, sprinted back down the corridor in the direction of the Duke's chambers. He arrived and collapsed to his knees in horror. The huge door, with its many locks and traps had been blown to splinters by some sort of alchemy or spell. The Duke's head was impaled upon one of the larger splinters of wood and gorily displayed by his massive door. His body, sitting at his desk. More horrifying still however was that written in blood on one of the walls was JULIUS HATERIUS CAECILIUS

OOC: Don't think I could have done it better had I done it myself, Chunky. You are now a criminal (And there is no magicin this game, do you read the rules when they are posted in sign up forums?? No matter however, alchemy is as real as nuclar fision in real life, hence plastic, so I won't bother having you mess with it)Enjoy!

IC:
Juan
Candlelight illuminates the walls of the tavern, reflecting off mirrors set in places so that they shed more light into the room. The building, as was much else out in the city, was made of wood. Oak walls gave the room a pleasent, homey feel, while polished mahogany tables and chairs added depth and glamor to the scene. The over all effect makes the tavern seem much more respectable then its nature would have it.

The tavern was not packed, or even busy as most others were, but there was always someone else who wanted a drink. When he had the opportunity next, the bartender steps over to you, drawing up a glass as he asks, "What'll it be, chum?" without pause he continues with a converstion effort, "You look a bit tired, just get up?"

jaun looks up from his downward glaring postion to meet the barkeeps eyes. "yes, is it late?"

"It is near dark son," the barkeep replies with a hearty laugh, "The place will be filling up soon, best to get a mug now while there's yet some to be had!" The barkeep seems to be a jolly fellow, a bit crude in his joking maybe. It is clearly evident, though, that he means no ill will toward his patrons. "Would you be wanting a drink, then?"

"Of course," jaun says with some renued vigour, "Ale". As the barkeep turns to prepare the drink Jaun says, "you know of any good archery ranges in town?"

ooc: sorry for the one liners, it won't be like this when i am not in conversation

OOC: No problem, I do the same thing.. It isn't always how many words, its the words chosen.. And then sometiems it really doesn't matter.

The barkeep puzzles over this as he fetches a bottle of ale. As he pours it into the mug he was holding a moment ago, he thinks out loud, "I don't know about ranges.. Perhaps in the Imperial Garrison, but not around.." He slides the mug over to Juan, "you could always head into the more northern areas of this basin, you don't have to go far before you get to the forests. I'd say it was a days trip to head out that way and back, if you're up to it take some food with you and some extra clothing, the weather is unpredictable this time of year."

The man kindly tells you that he will ask around and see if anyone else knows of a good place to launch a few arrows off. He busies himself down the line of bar patrons, grabbing drinks of all kinds and pouring them into mugs or shot glasses. After a while he returns to you, "Nothing, thats about the best you can get around here is up by the woods.

After downing the ale Jaun returns to his room. He had quite a bit of heavy furs about, and decided to leave them in the room until he returned. He fitted his hide boots and dressed in one thin layer of wolf fur. It was gray and black, reaching just above his knees and was bound tightly around his waist with a hemp(I can replace "hemp with something more er.. local if you supply me with a name) cord. Soon he was out the door, the bustle of early morning duties was begining to stir up, risky. He began to search for the garrison HQ...

OOC: Hemp cord is to the mideval ages as duct tape is to the Information Age, it is inseperable from any surrounding. Therefor, I could not object to that. But what do you want me to say? Bear intestines made to string? Not very pleasing with the ladies MDRud216.. *sighs at him*

ooc: can you edit that and include where/if/how/ I find the garrison...

Unauthorized citizens, that includes people who have a criminal record, are not allowed in the complex. No, you can't get in there, they don't like you!!

frustrated, Jaun walks the port-town, watching out for any hunting shop... and at last his search paid off... as jaun walked in the door the owner nodded in his direction.

"I am looking for bows, what are your prices?"


ooc: I will edit this if you don't want the hunting shop thing, I don't know how far I can go as to saying what I find

OOC: Ok, only mechanical traps on the door.

IC:

Julius stood frozen in horror at his own name written bloodily on the wall. After a few minutes, he pacs backwards, leaves the room and starts to wander aimlessly through the labyrinthine corridors of the fortress. He does not go far when he sees a guard running towards him. He almost collapses with relief and starts to jog towards the guard. However, something was wrong, the guard was not smiling withn relief like Julius was but was charging at him with his sword pointed at his throat. At the last moment, Julius realises what was happening and raises his shield but he fell to the floor nevertheless from the force of the blow. He thrusts out his sword blindly but it hits the guard in the groin and he doubles over and reels backwards. Julius springs to his feet, kicks the guards in the face with his heavily armoured boot. The guard is knocked unconcious. Julius sprints out from the fortress and into the busy city of Ganmok. He has a feeling that he is now a wanted criminal.

Juan
OOC: It's fine, I laid it out that there were things for sale, weapons included. It would be more like a fletchers storefront though.. Or some other equivalent.. So thats what I'll go on...

A man inside, sittting at a workbench near the far wall, twists and cranes his neck to peer over at you. He is an older gentelman, probably working in his trade for years on end. Beside him on the workbengh are countless odds and ends, superb fletching tools, as one might see with a master crafts men. After a moment of appraising you, the man sets down his work and walks over to you. You notice that his step is rather brisk, even in his old age, but it is no more then a trifle.

"Yes, yes," he says in a hawkish voice, "what would you be need'n there, sir?"

Julius

OOC: Seems like you have this planned out for the most part, just remember to keep it "generic". Race is always human, no magic. Other then that, just make your way out of the city, I will guide you through the wilds from there.. But I will controll that, as I am the one that knows what is in the wilds.. Not you.

"a bow," Jaun says annoyed that he had to repeat himself.

300 Posts!!!

I am catching up with you peregrine, it will be just like the tortise and the hare.... before a hellbird swoops down and santches one with its mighty talons (+ 5).

The man ingnors not only your scowl, but seems as though he did not hear you the first time. Perhaps he was hard of hearing and only picked up on the sound of your vioce and not the actual words.

Now though, he needs no words, and turns with a knowing look to his shop. You hear him rummaging around in the back of the building, along walls, and even under the counter before you. Soon, he returns, a sturdy looking bow in hand. The wood seems of a high quality, excellent tension, though it is not carved in any ornate patterns or such. The bows workmanship lies not in the carving, but in the contours of the crafting, the actual bow itself would look grand to the untrained eye.

The man lays the bow on the counter, and the string. He holds up four fingers on his left hand, extending the other, palm up, out to you. He must be wanting money.

"arrows," Jaun says before even considering payment...

"Exactly what you want, sir. No more, no less," he says, hauling a quiver of arrows up from underneath the counter. "All for you, sir - no more, no less," he repeats in his rough, hawk-likened voice. He holds up five fingers this time as he streaches his hand out."

Jaun reluctantly placed five copper coins in the owners hand, after taking the bow and quiver he turns around: "you look well fed for a merchant..." Jaun heads toward the inn. he heads up the stairs and enters his room. He collects his lighter fur pans and ties the other, heavier clothing to his back, as a pack. Jaun picks up his belt, replacing the hemp cord with it. He then stared a moment at his bastard sword, the slight surface rust leaving a faint orange stain on the quilted sheets that it lie on. He removes it and hangs it over his shoulder along with his new quiver. He heads toward the exit of the inn, passing through the bar his empty bow in hand.

OOC: Okey dokey

IC:

Traversing the streets of the city of Ganmok and avoiding the guards was easy enough for Julius but getting out of the city would be a problem. He had discarded everything but his broadsword in order to remain inconspicious and fighting his way out of the city through the heavily guarded gates was not an easy option. However, to Julius, the hardened veteran soldier, it was the only option.

He waited till it was dark and he sneaked up to the first guard at the grand South Gate of the city. His broadsword made a quiet hiss as it was drawn from its sheath but that was enough to alert the guard in the deadness of the night. The guard span around but met with a blade to his throat. He fell forwards and Julius caught him to stop the sound of his armour hitting the cobbles. Now came the hard part, the other guards were all huddled together by a fire infront of the gate. Julius would not be able to sneak through without them noticing and his soldierly instincts took over once again and he proceeded towards them with his broadsword hidden from view.

As he approached, he kept his head down so that they would not recognise him till the last possible moment. He walked quickly, almost running, towards the guards. They spotted him and they shouted "HALT! Identify yourself!" but he ignored them and continued on. The guards, now faced with a situation that they were unused to, drew their weapon and prepared for a fight. The captain of the guards stepped forward and shouted again "HALT!" and he too drew his sword. By this time, Julius was no more than 10 feet away from the guards and stopped within sword's reach of the captain. He kept his head down and began to speak. "I wish to leave the city" he said, "Please open the gate". The guard captain looked at him with semi-recognition. He studied him for a few moment then suddenly he shouted "THAT'S HIM! COME ON! AT HIM LADS!"

Julius immediately ducked and swung his sword with great force at the captain's knees, the weak part of his armour. The swordblade cut through the cheap leather and took off on of the captain's lower legs. The man screamed and fell to the ground where Julius lept up and stabbed him in the face. Now five other guards were running at him and Julius ran towards the lever that opened the gate. He pulled it with all his strength and the mechanics that opened the huge gate creaked into life and the massive gate started to open. Julius ducked one slash, parried a thrust, ducked a second slash and dived into one of the guards and tackled him to the ground where he drove his sword through the guard's neck. He grabbed the dead guard's body and threw it at two other guards approcahing him from the same direction. The heavy body knocked them both to the ground and Julius was instantly upon them - after parrying a blow from another guard to the right. Julius beheaded one of the fallen guards with a violent slash from his sword and stamped his heel powerfully into the face of the other. The guard screamed and immediately brought his hands up to try to cover his shattered face. Before Julius could kill him, another two guards dived with their heads down at Julius. With a quick swing of his sword, Julius severed the neck of one of the guards but was hit in the stomach by the other's flying tackle. Julius was driven painfully to the ground but mustered the strength to punch the guard that had fallen ontop of him. Julius rolled along the ground, away from the guard's sword and got himself up.

By this time, the gate had fully opened and Julius sprinted through it. The guard followed as Julius had expected and the guard was caught completely by surprise when Julius span round with his sword extended and the guard ran straight into the blade which impaled him through. Julius left the sword lodged in the guard's stomach, ran to one of the dead guards, took their sword and ran off into the wilderness beyond the city.

Juan
Again, the man seems not to notice your words, moving back to his workbench with swift ease. By the time he reached his chair, you had been long gone. On the way you notice a peice of parchment tacked to a tree, Wanted: Julius Haterius Caecilius, extreamly dangerous. A reproducted sketch of the man is beneath. At the bottom, you see the word, [i]Reward: Dead or Alive, contact athorities.

Back at the inn, nobody takes any notice of your bow. Likely enough, as it is not strung and therefor useless. The tavern has gained a few patrons since last you were here, they all mule about now, joking and laughing amongst themselves. Few tables are left, save for one in the shadow of a corner. It has good distance between a few of the other tables in comparison to the rest. Its about the best spot in the building for those that want to talk privately and still have the safty of others around. (You don't have to sit there, but i suggest you do, and wait for the other players to get into the scene)

Julius
It has been little more then a week since your incident in the Duke's home. Traversing the wilds was difficult at best - and were it not for your training, you have no doubt that you would have died out there. After such harsh travel conditions, and the constant threat of the Imperium hanging over your head, you have finnaly decided to risk a trip into civilization.

Your only protection is the wolf hide mantle over your shoulders to hide your identity, and your broad sword. You never had any supplies to begin with, and you were lucky that spring was beginning to set into the forests or you would have had no food or water. Same as you have not seen good food, you have seen less money; the most you have is 1 or 2 silver half-marks. (See OOC note)

Good luck.

Stumbling into the small village, Julius - unshaven and tired - still had his sharp vision and checked for guards. He saw no guards but pinned outside the village inn was a drawing resembling himself as he was when he was a Duke's Guard and a message offering a reward for him, dead or alive. However, only through a very careful inspection of this bearded and dirty man would would anybody be able to recognise him. Knowing this, Julius walked into the inn.

As soon as he walked in a silence fell and maybe more than thirty pairs of eyes rested on him and stared. They followed him as he hobbled to the innkeeper. The innkeeper, a tall and burly man squinted at Julius through his huge bushy eyebrows and Julius stared back. Although fearing that he had been recognised, Julius externally showed nothing and wore a blank expression on his face. Finally the innkeeper spoke. "Well? What do you want then?" As soon as he had said those words, the inn came back to life and the chatter and drunken laughter started back up again.

"I'd like a room, a small room, and food, hot food, and drink, strong mead. I have travelled recently through the wilds and have not enjoyed a bed, a hot meal and a dizzyingly alcoholic drink for several days." said Julius to the innkeeper.
"How many days do you want the room for?" boomed back the gruff innkeeper.
"Just today" Julius answered.
"That'll be one silver mark" replied the innkeeper.
Julius handed over his two silver half-marks and received the key from the innkeeper. He staggered up the stairs, into his room and collapsed on the bed. The bed was hard and uncomfortable but to Julius, after a week in the wilderness, seemed like a luxury four-poster bed that he had seen in the Ducal Chambers. The food and drink was brought to him and he devoured it. The mead was very strong indeed and, finishing his food, Julius fell asleep.

It had been a while since Jaun had seen the poor man hobble upstairs, he had been sitting at he corner table, quietly stringing his bow. Making a round a bout way through the inn, as not too be noticed as "on a mission". He made his way to the stairs and walked quietly up, first he swiftly opened his old room, empty as he aproached the next door he heard a faint snoring inside. He quietly opened the door and walked inside, positioning himself in front of the now closed door. Completely concealed in the shadows Jaun drew back the bowstring with an arrow notched. Being a skilled hunter his aim was sharp and a shot to the head would certainly be fatal at this range... "wake up... wake up lad, there are signs up all over town for yah..."

In his sleep, Julius was tormented by nightmares of the campaigns in the East. He was in the middle of a battle and he was some sort of disembodied observer as he watched himself hack people to pieces and wade through the piles of bodies and pools of blood to kill some more. He wanted to scream but could not and could only watch himself rip somebody's trachea out with his blood-soaked hands. Suddenly, the battle disappeared and he saw nothing but heard the faint sound of approaching footsteps. He heard the creaking of a bow and an indistinguishable whisper. His soldierly instincts told him that this was an assassin.

He was now fully awake but kept his eyes closed and kept the semblance of sleep. His sharp ears heard the creaking of a bow with its string pulled taut and he had no doubt that it was aimed squarely at his head. With a sudden movement, he jerked his head aside and threw his pillow at the unknown bowman. The loosed arrow ripped through the pillow and thudded into the bed where his head had just been. Springing to his feet, he punches the archer in the jaw and grabs hold of him with his other hand. Julius readies himself to crush the man's windpipe when he feels a sharp dagger or knife rested against his stomach.

Not releasing his grip, but acutely aware of the stinging knife, Julius stares at the man's eyes and growls to him, "Who sent you here, foul assassin? Who is your master? I could break your neck even with that dagger stabbed through me, assassin."

don't power pose like that, I don't even have a dagger or knife on my char

Jaun chuckles, severely annoying the naive youth who held him... "I am no assasin, I would just like an explanation of your recent fame..." with an upward swipe Jaun knocked the head of his attacker upward and pushed him into the wall, pinning him. Through experience he had leaned how to hit without causing lasting pain.... far less than what the little punk diserved after tht last shot. Jaun pulls a folded pice of paper from beneath his furs, putting it close to the young man's face... it was his wanted poster.

OOC: You were doing a bit of power posting there too, MDRud.. In any case, you are both forgiven.

And, besides the odd reprimand or die roill (if things get serious), I'll just let PvP work itself out between the players.

OOC: MDRud, truce--> no more slugging it out

IC:

The blow had knocked back into the wall where the assailant pinned him but he had grabbed his broadsword as he was thrown backwards. He raised it when he suddenly let it fall out of his hands as he saw the Wanted poster with his own face on it. He narrowed his eyes and hissed at the stranger. "Well, you obviously know my name, who are you if not an assassin?"

ooc: maybe power posing was the wrong word, cause I was doing it too but saying that someone elses character puts a knife to your own characters belly is not good...

ic: Jaun backs off as to let the other man off the wall. "I am but a curious adventurer, and would like to know what has gotten you in so much trouble." Jaun says it in a sarcastic tone, ignoring the recent brawl completely although he was quite serious about wanting an answer which he now showed in his facial expression.

OOC: Glad we are all on good terms again! (no, I don't have anything better to do in the campaign at the moment because I am waiting on the other.. 3-4 sum odd people to show up..

Hasn't anyone here ever roleplayed on chat? This is the "intro" phase, get your butt in the scene already!

I apologize for being rash in my action earlier without knowing your identity but waking me from my nightmares with your creaking bow is not the usual way that people introduce themselves.

As for why i am on that poster, i am wanted for the recent murder of the Duke of Ganmok. I am convicted of that even though i committed no such thing, i was a loyal guard to the Duke and i saw my friend massacred by whatever foul assassins did the deed. Now maybe you can see why my actions and presumptions were rash.

Jaun pondered his words for a moment, "well then, you are already a criminal as it seems... you may be interested in a proposition of mine, it will definately allow you to enjoy your new life... because, as I am sure you already know once the "WANTED" label is placed on your head it never comes off..."

OOC: I DIDN'T KNOW THIS STARTED!!!! TELL ME THESE THINGS!!!

Is it too late? Can my character still be in?

Course NOT!! The game is always open for new players, and you were alocated already!!

I am about to send out a mail to everyone that has signed up, just too late at night for it now, and too much to do.. I will get back to everyone on that.

Samurai, you may join in when you wish, but dont intrude on the already taking place conversation, put yourself somewhere in Everend.. Bar, outskirts, shops, any place you wish.

Julius knew painstakingly well what sort of life he would lead if he accepted the stranger's proposition, as an Imperial soldier, he had killed too many of that kind of people but now he was on the verge of becoming one. Slowly, Julius began to speak,

"Go ahead then stran....frien...outl...what is your name anyway?"

"I am jaun, my family is dead and therefore I do not carry the burden of their name... I am looking for pir- ...sailors, do yo have any experiance on the high seas?"

OOC:Oh... eheheh I, of course, knew that... I was... just... testing you. Ya, that's it, testing you. So there

OOC:.... Ok then, why didn't ou include an entry with that post? Don't mean to be strict, but I want this post to end the discussion about it and get everyone roleplaying..

Well Juan, I am no sailor but i have been a passenger on ships of all shapes and sizes. I have been on the largest troop-ships that the Imperium possesses to small escort ships that skim quickly across the waves. I am trained in naval recognition and i have spent time honing that skill when i was assigned to tracking pirates. Maybe i could help you with your 'sailor' friends.

"excellent, glad to see that you answer me with such enthusiasm..." Jaun stared a moment speculating... "I can tell you were a soldier... you barely know me yet you converse with such respect and loyalty... If you accept my proposition I think you will find yourself making a habit of that."

Jaun strolls to the window of the staying room, seperating the drapes and looking out upon the busy docks. "That one," he syas pointing out one of the larger ships, "the one with three masts and the elevevated bridge... below deck on a ship like that there is room for a crew of 40 men give or take... it would make an excellant pirating vessel." Jaun looks back at the man. "If we get 10 more able men that ship will be ours by tommorow morning"

Julius walks up to the window also and looks out at the docks.
"See those taverns? Crew can easily hired from establishments like those, crew of all sorts. Most probably have some pirating experience. I've had to make arrests in places like those on occasions - never a good idea".

Julius turns to look at Juan,
"The only problem is that i don't even have a copper quarter-mark on me"

Jaun indicates for the other man to follow him and he walks out of the room heading downstairs... "why don't we start here... if I can find 10 people we will pose as sailors for hire."

OOC: wb

IC:

Julius, heading downstairs with Juan, looks around at the nautical faces around him in the bar. The sailors in this bar were more of the 'gruff old man' variety than the 'bright-eyed young soldier' variety that Julius was looking for and preferred to work with. However, in a corner sitting alone, was a man that caught Julius's attention. A livid scar ran across his eye and only the white of the damaged eye was visible but he had the look of a veteran fighter. Julius, also bearing a scar - although less extreme - on his face, recognised the slash of an Eastern shortsword. Julius was curious, how could this sailor have been involved in the Imperial campaigns in the East?

Julius turned to Juan and indicated the man to him.
"That man was originally an Imperial soldier who campaigned, like me, in the East under the banner of the Imperium. Now he looks like a sailor with experience, i suggest that we speak to him"

OOC: This is a lazy DMs dream! The players do all the work for you and all you have to do is set them back on course every once in a while.. Ahh, life is good..

Carry on.

I am kind of daddling about... when are the players who signed up going to post!??!

Verslawtheyrn was casually strolling through the outskirts of Everend, the farmlands. He was thinking of going in town for a little bit of ale, "Hey big guy, I need you help and I reckon you need something to do anyways." the voice interuped Verslawtheyrns ponderings and when he looked up to the speaker he saw an old man, farmer with two big baskets in hand. This same man has arranged a home for him, a little building near the farms mainbuilding. Verslawtheyrn reckond it was a stable of some short, though it hadn't been used for a long time before he moved in. He had to sleep on the floor, but there were some hays to soften the ground. And sometimes the farmer brought him leftovers of their food so he didn't have to buy his own. Verslawtheyrn walked closer to the farmer and asked, "What do you need me for?", his voice was very lowpitched and strong. But still very clear so the listener wouldn't have trouble hearing. "Now, now boy don't you be a talking like that to people, they don't like that. People at the city especially are a weird bunch, now they like to be talked in a highly manner with strange and big words. Even if you haven't got anything to say there, you should be talkin. Believe me boy I've seen it.", the old man liked to "teach" everyone about the world and Verslawtheyrn seemed like a perfect target for his ramblings. But even this simple man had his limits and after listening the old mans stories for a while he had to interupt the farmer. "Ehh.. about that errad, sir?", the farmer gave him a queer look after being interupted and started again, "Yeah the job for thee huh, well that kind of talkin won't do you any good in town but I guess you can take care of yourself. So, my better half and the lady of the house" this he said with a smirk, "wanted to cook something fancy today and gave me a list of ingredients, now there should be plenty of these at the towns market. Did I tell you about the town already? Ah, the town people...", "YES you told me about it already, uh.. sir I'm kinda in a hurry could you give me the list and those baskets." The farmer was taken back by his audiences unwillingnes to listen, and reluctantly gave Verslawtheyrn the baskets, the shopping list and money enough for the foodstuff and couple of ales for the errand runner.

Verslawtheyrn had to go first to the marketplace, "Baskets and taverns don't mix" he tought to himslef. He didn't like the commotion at all in the marketplace, these people seemed like busy ants at their hive running here and there, and the loud voices. Sometimes big laughter arose at some corner of the marketplace and then at other directions. It was a real trial for Verslawtheyrn to even survive here, and it took him three hours to get all what he needed. He wasn't any good at bargaining and he used all his money. "Well, luckily I had brains enough to hide a stash at me home" he thought and after givin the baskets back to the farmer he retrieved the thee copper marks, put them in his pocket, then thought "Now remember to take good care of those marks Verslaw so that no snieky thief can take 'em." with these toughts in his head and hand in his pocket to guard the money he started for the tavern.

OOC:

@Tinduriel: WOW!! What a name!!

@MdRud: Yeah, I wonder why OUR DM *hint* has not done something about it...like chasing these people up *hint*

OOC:

Yeah I tought it would be ironic to have a "slow" character with a name that I can't even spell myself right without much care.

I actually searched for "etymology" in google and there was this good site of the origin of names and put some pieces together. Ah well, enough with the OOC now.