Dmitri_Dragoon

"You know this is the second time someone's attempted to kill me today," Pritz said to the stripping assasin. He was intrigued with her, among other things. He began to wonder which city leader sent her, not that he didn't mind, but this little fun before the end may not be as fun as he thought. "So how is this going to work? Are you going to seduce me and kill me in the foreplay? Or after? Either way I don't feel like dying all that much. Also who sent you?" Pritz asked quickly, hoping to get some answers before anything major happened.

The kiss had shocked him, and the cut on the neck did too. He wiped away most of the blood, but there was a small trickle. He brought his sword up, but he was feeling really tired. He shook his head a couple of times before doing anything else, trying to clear his head. "Before we continue, might I ask why we are sparring?" He asked, wondering what kind of answer he would be given.

Pritz snorted at the attempt on his life. He pulled out a pouch that had many uses. One was a first aid kit. He pulled out a bottle, and drank the contents quickly. Then watched as the barbed wound quickly healed. "I'll have to thank Master G'lotoy when I go home." He cleaned up what blood of his he could distinguish, and left the human blood on the floor, he wouldn't contaminate his hands with such filth. He made an oath that he would kill that human, and soon. ~~~ OOC: but not tonight because I have to big of a headache to make out the gory details.

Save me a spot on here please, I'll probably be drow, and good. With an original character. I'll post it tomorrow, because tonight I feel like I was hit by a train, and can't think straight.

"No one strikes a king and gets away with it," Pritz mumbles. He tosses the dagger aside and picks up his sabers. He gives them a good twirl and storms out of his room. He runs into the knight's room with swords leading. The knight turned and saw Pritz as he threw his arms out wide and jumped up, Pritz landed a kick right on the knights nose, smashing it. Pritz landed nimbly on his feet and blocked a fist with his sword, cutting it deeply. Pritz was furious at this human, so furious he let his secret slip. "You shall never hit a drow again!! Expecially a Drow Emperor!!" He jabbed a saber into the knights gut, sending it deep, but not deep enough to do serious harm for a long time. "If you touch me again, I won't be so merciful," Pritz walked down stairs to the desk and just stared out the window.

Pritz finished his third glass of wine, and still didn't feel the effects of it. He paid a final time and left the tavern. He looked at the sky and saw the sun setting, and decided he had better get a room. He walked to the inn, and up to the young lady that was behind the counter. In a gentle voice he spoke, "Pardon me, Madam, how much are rooms here?" "Five gold, sir" She said, with some sarcasm. Pritz nodded and put the gold onto the counter. Elcecis handed him a normal key, and showed him a book. "If you'll just sign your name," she said. Pritz looked at her, then at the book. He took up the quill and signed in a loopy name, [i]Pritz Panzerdragoon[/i] "Thank you Mr. Panzerdragoon, you can go to your room anytime." Pritz nodded his thanks and went up to his room, which opened easily if he jiggled the doorknob just right. He removed his weapons, and metal armor, then laid down and dozed into elven sleep.

Pritz ignored the lady tender and snapped around, and grabbed the man by the neck and hoisted him into the air. His usualy friendly face now a face of anger. "Unless you want to die a slow painful death I suggest you do not touch me again human!" Pritz said, his crimson eyes gleaming. The man he held up struggled to breath, but Pritz only squeezed harder. The man tried to say something, but it only came out as garble. Pritz snarled and dropped the man, who landed with a loud and metallic thud. The man took several deep breaths, then finally said, "I..I'm sorry.. My name.. is Endy," "Well then, I'm Pritz, but I don't care who in the Nine Hells you are!!" Pritz snapped before turning back around to tend to his drink. Slightly on the edge.

[B]Okay the RPG shall commence, just, follow your nose and everything will be fine. :)[/B] Pritz walked out of the treeline, and saw a small village, he knew what would happen as soon as he approached it, but he needed to do this. He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, and started walking towards the small gate that guarded the town. He gave it a look over and decided that if a handful of giants wanted into this place, they would have no trouble getting in. The sentries at the gate noted his entry, but only assumed him as a normal traveler, for they could not see his skin. He walked the semi deserted streets in peace, only encountering a stray dog here and there, and sometimes a person scurrying around. He saw a somewhat rund down tavern and decided that this would be the best place to start looking. The sign over head said [i]The Cat's Cradle Inn.[/i] He opened the door and descretely entered, making his way to the bar, sitting down in front of the tender. "Whaddya want?" the grisly tender asked. "Wine, I don't care what kind, just wine," Pritz said cooly. Handing the tender some gold. A few moments later the tender returned with the wine, nd Pritz sipped at it, holding back his disgust for the cheap wine. He drank it anyways. The tender stayed standing in front of Pritz. "Tender, have you seen any drow in the area?" Pritz asked. The tender squinted his beedy eyes at Pritz, before answering, "No, why are you some bounty hunter looking for one?" Pritz smiled, then pulled back his hood. "No, because I am looking for a friend." The tender reeled back in shock, and dropped the glass he was holding. "Drow! Get out of here!" "I mean you no harm, you may even take my weapons if you would feel safer," Pritz said, this seemed to calm the tender some. "Aight, but I still haven't seen any of your kind around here, you might want to keep asking around." "Thank you sir," Pritz said, sipping at his wine, and finishing it. He ordered another glass, this time, the wine tasted better.

Sounds good, sounds realistic, I like it, okay, no more posts from you in this thread, just wait for the rpg to start, these short posts will get a moderator breathing down our necks I'm sure of it. *Looks around very nervously*

Oh, well if Avalon says you can use it, I guess you can, though.. well I'm not all that comfortable with such a large weapon, but hey, it's Avalon's rpg too. So what she says goes as well. :)

Ken dropped his sword down and blocked the hit, it was pure luck. He hadn't done many blind spars, and he was straining his ears to concentrate. He raised his katana above his head and blocked a hit to the head. He drew his wakizashi in time to block a hit to the chest. [i]By the gods she is fast!![/i] Ken thought as he struggled to be able to hear her swords. After five minutes he had broken out into a sweat, and was starting to breathe harder, but from what he could hear, she was breathing normally. He was having trouble keeping up. An idea occured to him, one that may give him some time to breathe. He let his wakizashi get knocked out of his hand, then he kicked out with his foot as quickly as possible, connecting with her stomach. He heard her take a quick intake of air, and he jumped back to try and catch some of his breath.

Wow, that's more than I expected truthfully. But anyways! Everyone's in, the sign ups look great, blah blah blah. So I'm going to start this up real soon like, as in as soon as I post this. Plus, sign ups are still open. The more the merrier :)

Alrighty here is my character, nice and long... :) [b]Name:[/b] Pritz Panzerdragoon [b]Race:[/b] Drow [b]Age:[/b] 132 [b]Class:[/b] Fighter [b]Weapon:[/b] Twin Saber's, golden hilts. Two daggers that he hides in his boots. [b]Personality:[/b] Unlike his other kin, he is a happy go lucky kind of person. He doesn't hate, is against the slavery that most drow cherish, and is a all around friendly guy. Unlike his adopted brother Dmitri, whom can be a pain at times. Which you will see in the bio. [b]Description:[/b] See attachment, but you still get a description. Like all drow he has white hair, which tends to be more silvery than white. He has striking crimson eyes, not red, crimson. He is somewhat tall, reaching a even six feet height, and two hundred pounds. On his left cheek he has a small scar, given to him by his adopted brother Dmitri, during a friendly dual. Pritz wears, on all occasions, black leather armor, and boots that have two small spikes on each one, that act as shin guards. He also has some minor metal armor as well. Along with all this he wears a black cloak, that has some fir on the shoulder area. [b]Bio:[/b] Pritz was born into a normal drow family, one that loved to kill. Well at the young age of four his parents were killed in one of the numerous drow wars that seemed to be happening at the time. By law there, he was put into an orphanage for one month, then sold into slavery because nobody wanted to adopt him. He was adopted by a Guild Master by the name of Vladimir Dragoon, father of Dmitri. After Vladimir had kidnapped Dmitri from his slain mother, he forbid Dmitri from making any contact with Pritz. But, boys will be boys. Dmitri and Pritz become good friends, practically brothers. Then one day, Vladimir sold Pritz to his cousin, Duluth Panzerdragoon. Duluth only kept him as a slave long enough to adopt him, then gave Pritz the name of Panzerdragoon. Dmitri continued his friendship with Pritz for many more years. Pritz became a leader at a young age. At the age of fourteen, he was a general in a rebellion against the Guilds of his home, he quickly got Dmitri involved. The two fought in the Civil War for ten years, during this time, Duluth, and Vladimir were killed. The Guild Rule was over. Pritz and Dmitri worked together to build a new government, they built a republic, and it did fine. The people voted Pritz the leader, the new King of the city, to watch over the Republic. Pritz reluctantly accepted it, and painfully watched as his dearest friend, left home, to make a new life on the surface world, away from the drow. After many years, and the complete success of the government, he was urged by his advisor?s to spread his control. Which mean conquest. Pritz set out and conquered many more drow cities, creating what is now called the Empire of the Drow, or Drow Empire. Again, many years passed, and for once, the drow were at peace, except for the occasional skirmish. At the age of 127, Pritz set out on a quest, to find his long lost friend, Dmitri. He knows his friend is alive, for he has heard news of his existence, not all of it good. He gave most of his power to the Republic Senate, while he is away. And he told them that if he did not return in a decade, to elect a new ruler. Now he wonders the world, looking for news of his friend, hoping he doesn?t run out of time, or die.

[COLOR=red]Jay.. are you even in this rpg? ~~~~~~~~~~~[/COLOR] Ken walked along minding his own business. He kept his eyes low to the ground, being careful not to look at anybody. He was doing a technique that would allow him to meditate while walking. It was very difficult, and seldom worked for him. But finally it was. He was brining himself into a state of peacefulness, and in this peacefulness he would be able to plan his future actions against the compound they were going to attack. He saw the attack going many ways, mostly as failures. He saw each person in this troupe dying with several wholes in there bodies. Then on the brighter side he would see them victorious, but still with casualties. It was very hard for him to keep the bad images out of his head. His meditation was going along quite well, that is until he stubbed his toe on a rock. He jerked his head up descretely and let his eyes dart around nervously, looking at each of his companions, making sure they were still alive.

"KEVIN vs. CARL!" Kevin walked confidently up to the stage, and faced his opponent. They shook hands, and the fight began. Kevin took a deep breath, and played a melodic tune, and in a fiery maelstrom Seid, his [i]phoenix[/i] flew into the air, before Carl's creature was even out. Seid let out a shrill impatient call, and Carl's unicorn finally arrived. Seid flew around the unicorn, taunting it. "Enough Seid! Attack it!" Kevin ordered. Seid swooped down, and struck the unicorn with his fiery tail, singing hair and causing several burn marks. The unicorn turned and tried to attack Seid with it's horn, but it hit nothing but air. Seid came around again, and plowed straight into the unicorns face, causing it to cry out in severe pain. Carl didn't even have to call back his creature. The unicorn disappeared on its own. "Kevin is the winner!" "Of course," Kevin said with boredom, as he walked off the stage.

Alrighty then, Medieval Adventures, is just what it is, there is no main plot behind it, no grand quest to go on. This is a idea formulated by Avalon, and yours truly. Just post your character on here, and after a while it'll be started up on the Adventure Boards. But I ask that if you decide to do this go by the rules of the boards, make your post nice and long, for me I'd be happy with a good paragraph with five sentences, you know so it doesn't get closed after the first five posts. The way this will work is that since there is no set plot behind this, we free for all on it. It would be best if everyone met early in the game, that way no one is left out of all the fun. This kind of RPG could go on forever and a day. Anything can happen, as long as it's kept sensible. If Avalon has anything to add I would be more than happy for her to say it if she wanted to say it. I also ask that if you join up in this keep your characters mortal, so no angels, half angels, demons, or half demons, keep those celestial beings in your hearts ;) SO! On to the fun part, below is what we ask of you [b]Name:[/b] [b]Race:[/b] (Remember the request ;)) [b]Age:[/b] [b]Class:[/b] (Optional) [b]Weapon:[/b] Give small description [b]Personality:[/b] [b]Description:[/b] You're appearence, what you look like and all. You know what to do. [b]Bio:[/b] _______________ I'll have my character posted as soon as I finish with him, he's going to be the most descriptive of all my characters so far.

>.< Grrr.. Gnashes teeth and holds back the want to say something. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Clark smiled at Nate with his most, sarcastic, and loathing smile he could ever produce. He stood up and looked at General Hathoway. "What about that rank Sir?" Clark asked. Hathoway gave a wave of his hand, "Yes, Reg is now a Private First class, and when you see Charli give her this." Hathoway said, handing Clark a small plastic bag. Clark saluted and left the office with a large smile. Hathoway did as he always does, he stood up and looked out the window, what he looked at nobody could ever figure out, but he was just looking. "What else are you good at son?" Hathoway asked Nate. "Sir, with all do respect Sergeant Howards isn't cut out for my class," Nate said stubbornly. "Well, you aren't the one that decides this, I am, and Charli is quite capable of teaching your class, her intructors, whom I've talked to, Colonel Clark seems to think so, Charli knows she can, thus, I think she can. Plus, she has seniority over you." Hathoway explained. "Seniority? General, she may have been here longer but I out rank her, I am a Captian after all," Nate said. "So? How does that outrank a Major? Oh that's right you haven't been told. I received orders to give Charli a rank up, as I saw fit, for her experience with weapons, and such. So Captain Nate, you have been relieved of duties as the Night Sniper Class, I suggest you tell me what else you are good at."

Kevin gave Seid a pat on the neck, "Alright Seid, we're going to a tournement," he said, bent down close to the phoenix's ear. Seid spread his firey wings their full span, then with a powerful flap he took off quickly into the air. Kevin secured his bagpipes on the phoenix to the best of his abilities. Then looked down to see the dragon and pegasus rising into the air after him. "Well Seid we may have to slow down a bit for our friends." Kevin mused.

Name: Due Steelboot Position: Janitor Description: He's short about 4'11" tall, and has a long red beard that he keeps tucked into his belt. To put simply he's a dwarf. His small beedy green eyes are sometimes hard to see under her red hair, but he is quite capable of seeing you. Equipment: He always wears big boots, and his clothes are sometime flashy, or not. Depends on his mood. He also carries around a battle axe all the time, and always has a good supply of rags. He's a very clean dwarf, very unlike other ones. He also has in a pouch on his side a mini broom and dust pan. Abilities: He can purify water with a touch of his hand. And though he may be short, he is fast, and able to jump very high. Bio of Char: Due was a normal dwarf in his early years, he loved to fight and get bloody and dirty with a touch of smelliness. Then he was unfortunate enough to meet some elves. He felt really out of place with them and started to clean himself up. This in turn, caused him to become an outcast, shunned by fellow dwarves. Now he just travels the land, picking odd jobs at a tavern here or there, not being able to keep a job long because a group of dwarves always manage to show up and disrupt his somewhat peaceful existance. He has come to this cafe in hopes of being able to stay away from other dwarves.

When Sayuri came back, Ken had gotten over the ordeal, and was looking at her like he normally did. He nodded his welcome to her, and got a drink of water from the river before they started off again. But he couldn't help but wonder, how many secrets Sayuri held.

Ken couldn't believe what he had just saw. He continued to stare at Sayuri in awe as he sheathed his weapons. He made a mental side not never to get onto Sayuri's bad side, ever. He truly pitied Kyp and Kasier when this little adventure was over. The little troupe started on again, and Ken kept in deep thought as he walked.

I call it Wal*Mart because they have that star in their name. duh. And I second that, I didn't understand much of what DeathKnight said either, but I'm taking what I got out of it and going to forget this thread ever existed.

They didn't lie to you, they probably didn't know, and told you that the first time. And if you ignorance is as low in real life as it is here, then they probably got tired of you constantly asking them so they just told you something off the top of their heads so you would leave them alone. Wal*Mart ~Associates~ are not god, they are human and don't know everything. Because most of the time they are only told what to do for the day, and if you looked around at the signs they probably had it up somewhere saying when the game would be out. They always do, just look for a sign that says: New Hot Releases at Wal*Mart. It's simple.

[QUOTE]This is a secret picture of what wal-mart staff really are! MONSTERS! ALIENS! FROM OTHER PLANETS!!! Do you really think you would have us in the dark forever... Wal-mart!? I have figured it out[/QUOTE] Taylor.... oh god where do I start. 1.) They are called Associates, not staff. 2.) You obviously don't have anything figured out, my mother works at Wal*Mart, and although she can be strange at times, she is certainly not a monster. 3.) Wal*Mart is not the downfall of the world, they are a multi billion dollar corporation, and they are #1 on the Fortune 500 list. They are the worlds biggest economic success. 4.) Wal*Mart wants to keep building more because they are wanting to decrease the unemployment rate of the country, and it is very easy to get hired on there. You just have to pass a drug test mostly. 5.) They aren't inventing Telle-Tubbies with AI, because those little abominations are a copyrighted thing from Britain, and Wal*Mart's home base is in Arkansas. Because that is the place where the first Wal*Mart was at. I hope this has cleared your confusion.

I would most definately prefer to be a memeber, even though a being a moderator sounds cool, I know that it isn't a easy job. They have to put up with all the time, checking to make sure we 'behave' ourselves. Then they have to take the heat from people thinking they are doing a bad job at their jobs. Give me membership any day.