As you approach the Sea Serpent Tavern, You see a group of obvious adventurers a rag-tag group of races, at best. A man in a deep red cloak steps into to the middle of the group and removes the hood to reveal a man in his mid-forties. His face is weathered and his once jet-black mustache now has gray hairs at the tips. He begins to speak and a hush falls over the talking adventures,

Welcome to Miragliano. You adventures from all corners of the Globe, welcome to the most cosmopolitan of any city in the Old World. I am Diego Giovaldi, I am your employer, and as such, your master. I expect absolute loyalty and your respect. Each success your humble party achieves will be well rewarded this I can assure you. I ask first a favor, put aside you petty differences between your races, at least while you are doing my will. I will throw you into great danger, in which, I expect few of you to come back. You will see places you believed only existed in fairy tales. You will the best-funded and famous adventures with my help and enough time. First however you will need to prove yourself. My Captain and crew will take you across the Great Sea to Araby. Yes Araby, please calm yourselves. I need you to procure some items there. I will contact you again when you arrive in Araby with further instructions. You have two hours and one hundred gold pieces each from my pocket to buy your supplies. Thirty minutes north of here lies the herb market there you will find poisons, healing balms, and the like. 20 minutes south of here is the fighting arena, 10 minutes further south you will come to the weapons market. I suggest some of your number should travel there, as you all lack the weapons necessary to defeat some foes in the deserts of Araby. Another recommended place to go is the food market 10 minutes east of here, remember should one person do the shopping for all, orcs do not eat the same things as elves, etc. The sea journey and the trip in the desert will be long and you will need supplies. To the west is the entertainment district, 20 minutes further lies the dock where you will need to be in order to get on the boat. The boat will leave in precisely two hours with or without you, should this happen I feel obligated to tell you the 100 gold pieces will be paid for in your blood.

Three things to ask of my players when posting.

Please posts in third person

Make posts Descriptive

That way no one gets confused as to who is talking and it makes the posting more interesting. Please describe what you thinking what the scenery looks like, etc. I mean you did by that action (going to the weapons shop) took 30 min of you 2 hour limit tell evryone about what happened.

Do not post in the main game what happens in the Personal Game (PMs) as soon as it happens as it could effect other players game. thats what campfire stories are for (then you can post in the main game)
Kurdan I will send you a PM entitled At the Weapon Shop. With inventories of the weapon shop and such.

Dompum stares at the golden bits glittering in his hands. "Heh heh heh...won't be gettin' THESE back they won't..." he mutters to himself, while putting the gold pieces one by one into the deeper pockets of his robe. Yet he sudddenly realises that something is amiss in the inner resesses of his pockets. "Fickrikt!" he explodes with some sort of orcish curse. Grumbling, he looks north to the herb market, and begins his obligatory journey to replace his empty store.

Skrikt entered the area of the city that held the Weapons Market with a sense of respect for his employer's way of "allowing" the group to work for him. Skrikt noticed only a few withered bums along the side of the road, each one cuttling closer to itself as he walked by. He opened his cowe more and allowed the surronding people see his furred face and body. He watched as each one of the people scuttled out of his way. "So easy..." He looked to the three shops in the clearing, and headed into the one marked "Exotic".

Tanaris looks around at this foreign land. He looks around at the shops and sees the one that says "Weapons". I could use some armor, he thought. He made sure that his sword was accessable in case of an attack, and swiftly made his way to the weapon shop.

Skrikt, approaching the store manager, lowered his cowe and allowed the frightened man to wonder waht to do. The man, slowly reaching for a sword under his desk, was too slow. Skrikt undid his black cloak, and allowed the man to see his twin daggers laying at his side. "I wish to 'purchase' something."

Earlier in the day, before Skrikt left the group, he smuggled a message into each of his partners' pockets. Each read, "Need a little boost in your weapons? Contact Master Poison Maker Skrikt for all your poison weapon needs."

A man walks up, I am Captain Jinkal. I am under Diego's employ. Please get to your cabins!

Dompum looks up, the words "Shiny Dwarf Toys" finally getting through his thick skull and into his brain. "Shiny!" he exclaims "I come see...but if they not shiny enough..." he stands at full stature and shakes his staff threateningly, before going and speaking with the Skaven.

Shortly after going to the Skaven, Dompum realises that it was in fact the DWARF that promised him shiny dwarf things...and he goes over toward him and speaks in ill-muted tones.

I gotta strong brain. Dat sneaky ain't nothin' on my strong brain :D I think da sneaky likes me though...He's real sneaky, like me. Did I tell you how sneaky I was dat one time? Oh man, I was real sneaky.

Little did the races above him know, that the Skaven did have other plans, beside Diegos. "HA," the Skaven blurred, catching the few rays of sunlight on his magical dagger. "It is already too late for them. But still, that elf would do nicely."


(OOC) I love ending these so open.

With the other races still discussed their plans when in Araby, the Skaven thought it would be a good idea to finally show that he was coming with them. He started in song,

"One little dwarrrf, sitting in the sun. Down came a griffon, and then there were none."

Then, a little more somber. "Five little halflings sitting under the tree. Up came a Skaven, and then there were three."

And the last one, louder than ever, "O' little elfman, cac't you see. There is a dagger already in you from mEEEEE"

Dompum looks around for the source of the music. "Hhmmmmm....Dompum don't like missing sneakies...I's gonna go find da big rat." and with that he leaves his new friends for just a moment to find the singing Skaven.

Up from the lower decks come the orc again, followed quickly by Skrikt. "Hello friends", says Skrikt. "How are you today?"

"Alright, I have some announcements to make," says Jinkal, "you may be Diego's new pets but I can assure you that carries no wieght with me or my men. If any of you cause trouble, my marines and will personally kill you and dump you overboard."

He pauses and will continue later.

I assure you, good sir, that my blade will taste no blood on this voyage.

I was told to inform you all that the journey, would be 3-5 days by sea and we will be arriving in the port of Um-Kassar. My men are loading the boat, Diego expects results from his new pets, I however don't expect much. You all are already bickering!

You are going to Araby! Please load up!

Noticing the Tanaris, Dompum replies "um....Kassar" and grins broadly. "Uh, no really, we is going to Um-Kassar in Airiby"

Well, I dont know what Diego wants you to fetch him in Araby, but I know it will be dangerous, and the last 5 groups I have taken didn't quite make the return trip. As for monastaries, I doubt you'll see any but the Elders are said to exist in a lot of places!

Does anyone have any food? I didn't have enough time to eat.

What types of dangers will we be facing in Araby? If there are any Dark Elves, lemme take 'em!

The dwarf loaded a bunch of supplies! (please in the future check peoples equipment on the Current players and stats post?) Thats why its there so you know what you and everyone else has, whether its life or equipment. I edit it to keep it current.

(OOC)- What does my magical dagger do? You never told me.

OOC:The only way to find out is to fight, you must test it in combat

"If yous gimme de dagger", Says Dompum "I kin tell you how it working!"

"Enough!" the word rings over the dockyard and reverberates for several seconds. Everyone stops moving.

Diego steps out and is looking really pissed at all of you!

Combat? Death? Why?

I told you to put your differences aside for the greater purpose of accomplishing goals, achieving things that those before you have only dreamed of! You have the potential but only if you work as a team, I will not tolerate this! The next person who feels he needs to kill one of his team needs to fight me instead, understood?

Jinkal, take care of this. I want them all fed from your men's rations, for standing idle when you should have stopped it! Diego turns to go, and you hear the tap of his boots on the cobblestones, that is all.

ooc the game is loseable because both of those were spells and could have failed! Thereby, allowing Atsthosys to die, since they didn't he lives, barley!

"I dun like dat sneaky...but at least you all got to see me super head explody!" says Dompum, proud of his magical abilities. "Is you ok elfy? I used me odder magic on you. Is not as cool as head-explody, but es good too."

"SO" says Dompum, looking crafty, "I hear from da boss dat you's gonna FOOD US!" As he says "Food us" his eyes light up, and he licks his lips hungrily, rubbing his hands in anticipation of sweet sweet rations.

Jinkal replies, "As Diego commands." He turns to his seamen and motions for them to bring the 2 roasts (6 food satisfy!) to the dock area. Each of you get equal ammounts, no more!

OOC: Atsthosys Wyrithunn is no longer part of the RPG, due to his personal conflict with my own.

Siting around the small table that served as the eating quarters, Skrikt dodged rays of eyesight from almost every member of the crea and the others, except the orc who was too bust gouging himself to notice anything else. Skrikt lowered his arm to his belt, and the crowd jumped to arms. Slower now, Skrikt pulled his dagger out of it's sheath...and carved a slice of meat from the bone, now dropped on the floor.

After dinner, Skirkt was the first to return to his quarters, and with a 'click', locked himself in his room. No sound exited the room again for the night.

Dompum walks up to Skrikt's door and knocks on it loudly. "Sneaky? I's sorry for using head-explody on you...if you wants I could come in and we culd eats some more food...Unfortunatly I is out, so we's gonna hafta eat you's food, but you know wat dey say 'all da food is good da food'"

I would like to cook mine and share it with Dompum.
As the scent of sizzling raost fills the air kurdan motions to dompum to share with him if he likes

After no-one answered, Dompum followed his nose back to the dining hall. "Thank'ee Dwarfy" Dompum smiles at Kurdan and sits down, munching happily on his food.

Kurdan rises looking intimadating, and in a booming voice shoiuts out, right im taking over this ere group and being leader any objections from the rest of ya can be delivered to my hammer. :angry:

"Oooh! I callz de Lootenant," Dompum grins broadly "cuz i gets all de loot"

Alright then...


Skrikt leaned his head forward to look at the Captian who was indulging in his dinner. "Anything we should know?"

Jinkal angrily summons you to the boat and it pushes off the dock, the sails are set and the sun is going down over the horizon,

"Quite picturesque", someone in the group comments.

"Indeed, I love leaving dock it is the most enjoyable part of the journey", says Jinkal

After a day of sailing on the high seas you all decide to sit around and tell your collective stories.

CAMPFIRE!

"So, who wantz to hear about da time i was real sneaky?" Dompum says, looking around and hoping that someone will say that they do.

OOC: *grin* I love campfires on wooden boats and to Arch-seer, It isn't out of character. Out of racial stereotypes, yes, but my orc isn't the average orc, and his dwarf isnt the average dwarf. They happen to have forged an odd friendship, so don't worry about character inconsistencies.

Hi everybody as you know im your new group leader.
And as such would like to kick start our campfire with a story.
As kurdan sits down and clears his throat a twinkle appears in his eye.

This story is about a crazy engineer named duran and his brother a rune smith named durin

One day duran decided that the flame cannon was quite devastating enough so he went to think about how to "fix" it. Then he noticed that the organ gun wasn't quite good enougth either so he decided that the best thing to do would be to make a dwarf organ flame cannon. After several weeks and accidents it was completed and tested, now ill admit it was pretty devastating to the enemy until something went wrong and it blew up.
Now duran decided that if it was going to blow up it should blow up bigger.
So he got his brother durin to help inscribe a rune of immolation on it.
So durin being a sensible dwarf did but first he inscribed there armour with a rune of the furnace.
So there done and durin explains that all you have to do is touch the rune and say go boom.
Then to durins horror duran said while touching the rune is this right brother..Go boom... B)
True story

Dompum searches his robes, and pulls out two echinacea and two Pau D'arcos's "When we was at da city, I went to da place where dey sells magic heally plants. De lady dere was so old, so I got her to turn around and den I grabbed all o' dese extra healy herbs for free!" Dompum grins happily, but, realising that his story wasn't quite as exciting as he had hoped, continues; "And den all dese pirates came in de store and I say 'not today pirates!' and I punch dem all in da face but dey are undead pirates, so I punch dem all in de bones and dey all exploded! Den Gork and Mork came and dey gave me a million gold peeses and I bough de whole world...i's a true story too... jus' ask gork an' mork..." Dompum looks around, hoping they bought his story, then contentedly sits down.

"Oh, yes, dere were tons o' dem. and dey kept on sayin' 'Polly want a brains ' It waz very skery, but not to me."