Dragon Warrior

Heh. Thank you ^_^ That makes me feel all warm and bubbly inside. I'll make sure to do more right away :D

"What?" Mippin asked in anticipation. The two hobbits were quite excited at the moment they couldn't stop from bumbling words from their mouths. "Er, we have decided," the Mayor continued, "That we want you two to deliver something for us." "Oh?" Perry said, still happy to be in the Meeting Room even if it were for something so uncanny and something not to their liking. "Like, to the Hobblebottoms?" "No, no," the Mayor waved his hands. "This delivery is not to someone in the Shire. We wouldn't hold a town meeting just for that." "Then to where, Mr. Mayor?" Mippin asked, engulfed in confusion. "We need you to deliver this paper to Cherrylore, a town to the East of the Shire." "Ooo," Perry said, grabbing onto Mippin's attire. "Cherrylore, Mippin! We're going to Cherrylore!" He then turned to the Mayor. "What's Cherrylore?" "It's a town. Just a normal town like ours." "A hobbit town?" Mippin said, a smile creeping up on his face. "Uh... yes," the Mayor said with hesitation. "A hobbit town." "I thought the Shire was the only Hobbit town in Middle-Earth," Perry said with amazement. "Ya see, Mr. Mayor," Mippin began, "We've never been out of the Shire before--" "Which is an odd reason to choose you for this, I know, but I have a map here for you that should guide you just fine. I'm sure you can read a map, right?" [IMG]http://img-fan.theonering.net/middleearthtours/images/mapmiddleearth.jpg[/IMG] "Oh yes, yes, of course!" Mippin said agreeingly, taking the map and paper from the mayor's large, hairy hands. "But I'm still wondering. Why choose us?" "Because you're young! You're quick. Need adventure. All that sort of thing." "Gee, this town sure is nice," Perry said. "How 'bout a couple of drinks at the Green Dragon to celebrate our leave?" "NO!" The Mayor suddenly burst out. "I mean, no. You must leave immediately. This paper is very important, which reminds me to tell you not to open it. It's... uh... government documents. Not for young, curious hobbits like yourself." The Mayor smiled as the two confused hobbits finally were understanding everything. "Now, shoo shoo!" he said, whisking the hobbits away out the meeting room door. "You have lots to pack! Prepare for a Fort Night, at least!" Once the hobbits were gone out of hearing range, the Mayor turned and rubbed his hands together. "We did it," one hobbit said, smoking on a long pipe. "Yes," the Mayor said with joy. "We'll now have at least fourteen days of no mischievious hobbits running about. Once they learn that Cherrylore is not a real town, then they'll come home so no danger is done." "But when they do come back," said a more chubby hobbit. "They'll be mad for tricking them." "I've got that all planned out," the Mayor said, putting a finger to his nose. "We shall just tell them that Cherrylore must've moved. They're still young. They'll believe it." "And the dangers?" said the smoking hobbit. "Nothing out there can harm them. I sent them on the good trail." The other hobbits of the meeting room smiled with satisfaction. [center]--------[/center] "I'm scared, Mippin," said Perry, who just finished packing his things. "Don't be, Perry," Mippin said as he closed and locked his pack and strapped it on. "Nothing out there will harm us. The Mayor sent us on the good trail. Besides, he sent someone over to give us these." With that, Mippin held up weapons. A sword and two daggers, to be precise. Perry was stunned. He walked over and took the sword gently from Mippin's hands. "Ooo," he said astonished. "What do you think we'll use them for?" "For scratching our backs," Mippin said sarcastically. "That'd hurt, I think," Perry said, taking Mippin seriously. "They're a bit sharp." Mippin shook his head and bounced his pack on his back. "Come on or we'll be late for our own Departing Ceremony." [center][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=17403[/img][/center] "Oh, right!" Perry strapped his pack on and the two went out the door. Not too far away from Mippin's home were they greeted by the townsfolk at their Departing Ceremony. Some hobbits gave them gifts and such for leaving. It was like Christmas for Middle-Earth. After all the presents and goodbyes, the two hobbits finally set out. The journey would be long and dangerous, but little did Mippin and Perry know, the town had set them up. What a rude awakening Mippin will have for a second time when he finds that out.

Yeah. Urkle would just get plain rediculous if he stayed so MEH. He's dead. I'm gonna make another chapter soon, I swear ;_; Just give me time!

Unfortunately, [b]A Hobbit's Life[/b] isn't a comedy, but it does have humorous parts, nonetheless. Good stuff :< Thanks for the comments.

[center] [IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=17380[/IMG][/center] "Mippin! Mippin! Come quick, Mippin!" Mippin sat up in bed, rubbing the sand from his eyes. The loud voice of his half-witted friend Perriwood was the source of his rude awakening. His friend wasn't seen until he burst through Mippin's door waving his hands furiously. "Mippin! C'mon, sleepyhead!" "What is it?" Mippin asked, still not fully awake. "It's the funniest thing ever! Lodor is in the pie eating contest down by the Shwizzlesteins!" "What?!" Mippin said, leaping from his bed in excitement. "C'mon or we'll miss him getting sick!" Mippin rushed to get dressed and the two ran out of the little hobbit hole under the Green Dragon, their normal spot to get drunk and happy. Yes, this was a hobbit's life. Full of laughs and drinking and smoking and playing. Well, that's how it was for Perry and Mippin, at least. Those two were the most troublesome duo in all of the Shire. If they didn't have life wrapped around their tiny fingers, they'd fall flat on their backsides without warning. They spend their days partying and having a grand old time while other hobbits wake up and immediately go to work. Life works in mysterious ways, but everyone is sure that the two mischievious hobbits will get their just desserts. Perry landed on his friend Galdane, a fat hobbit who usually entered the contest, but wasn't feeling too well at the moment. "Hey there, Galdane," Mippin said, appearing behind the over-hyper Perry. "Hey, you guys," Galdane said once he noticed Mippin. "You're just in time. I don't think Lodor can hold it." Everyone watched in suspense, but to their dismay, Lodor managed to eat all ten of the pies. "What a terrible thing," Perry said, but once Lodor came over, it was "Congrats!" and "Good job!" and other lies like that. Everyone could tell Mippin and Perry were disappointed. Even Lodor. But nevertheless, the two hobbits treated everyone to a pint at the old Green Dragon, though Mippin and Perry weren't the ones who paid in the end. Lots of singing and dancing was done by the two party animals and afterwards, a nice snooze in the summer sun. Yes, they had it made in the shade, but all those riches ain't gold. Something was about to happen and the two hobbits didn't have the least bit of an idea that it would.

[center][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=17374[/img][/center] This RPG is for K.K.C. and me. We will be two hobbits in it. Two SEXAH hobbits. Anyways, feel free to read it. [center]---------[/center] [size=1][b]:::Story[/b] In Middle-Earth, there are thousands of species of creatures. From the ogres to the Eagles, from the giants to the hobbits. But recently, a dark force has engulfed Middle-Earth. No it's not Sauron, you fool. It's been named the Dark Matter. No one knows when it strikes and when it does, it infects animals and creatures and turns them into hideous orcs or other dark creatures of evil. Miraculously and quite outlandishly, two hobbits known as Mippintree and Perriwood will get mixed into the whole mess and end up saving the world. Silly hobbits. [center][img]http://myimages.fourvalve.com/dragonwarrior/mippintree.jpg[/img] [img]http://myimages.fourvalve.com/dragonwarrior/perriwood.jpg[/img][/center] With Perry not very bright at all and Mippin being close to the same (and they're both dead sexah), this adventure will sure to bring laughs, tears, and a whole 2nd breakfast along with it! [center]----[/center][/size] Now... here's some info on my character, Perriwood. K.K.C. will post her character and we can get started. [b]Name:[/b] Perriwood Luck [b]Age:[/b] 24 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Height:[/b] Not very tall at all (that rhymes :) ) [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://myimages.fourvalve.com/dragonwarrior/perriwood.jpg[/img] [b]Weapon:[/b] Sword (duh!) [b]Personality:[/b] He's the less smart one of the two and usually causes trouble. Yes, that'd be him. Though he is also a cheerful and fun-loving fellow who loves his pints and can't get enough of food, though he doesn't gain a pound! The parties are always good when you're with Perriwood! [b]Info:[/b] He and Mippintree have been friends for a very long time. Since they were just little hobbits, even. Mippin would always organize things and Perry would help mess them up. They make the best of friends. Now they're older and young bachelors. Quite the team and Perry is quite the drinker. There's nothing wrong with some of that fine weed of the South, aye?

OOC: I'ma kitty ^_^ *purr* -------- [b]Cathal watched all this in total curiousity at Scout's side. In all the pandemonium, he'd began to think that Mat wasn't a good guy after all. No friend of his would harm his new companions. His ears bent back and he began to hiss as Mat roared through the piles of illuminated boxes. Scout looked down only in time to see him take leap at the scene. He held out a hand, but Cathal was too quick, taking on his cat speed. He leapt to one of the floating boxes and then to another. Tarius felt a force upon him as Cathal applied his weight to what he was holding in place. Cathal got to the top of the boxes and began scratching at Mat's face. The beast roared in pain and anger, making him all the more furious. His strength suddenly grew greater than anytime before and he began moving himself and the boxes slowly. Sweat trickled down Tarius' face as he tried to hold the beast still. Cathal became alert and leapt from his spot high above to a haystack where he hid. He only poked his head out to let out a simple "Meryah!" as if to call Mat a name. Mat finally busted through the shield of boxes and was released more. Tarius fell to one knee and breathed heavily. He'd done well, but the strength of Mat was too much.[/b] --------- OOC: Gosh dangit, Cathal >: o

Jedgar swung around and grabbed the banjo, seating himself back down within seconds. Kerrigan's eyes were wide. Neither her or MaCarthur knew what just happened. Jedgar waved the banjo. "I said [i]stop[/i] and I meant it!" He slammed the banjo down on his seat. "Hey!" Kerrigan said, making a move for it, but having her hand slapped away. "That's priceless, ya know." "Yeah, and so are my ears so stop harming them with your obsessive strumming." He eventually gave her back the instrument, which she stroked as if she were a mother lion loving her cub after losing it. "It won't be long before nightfall," Jedgar informed after moments of silence. MaCarthur looked up and over the side of the cart. He rubbed his hands across the leather bag next to him and pulled out of the finely-crafted piccilo. He then unsheathed the octave guitar and drum complete with it's sticks. These all caught Kerrigan's eye. "Bard?" she asked. She then strummed her banjo lightning fast, but was cut short by Jedgar's glare. "No," he said, shaking his head. He didn't say anymore. Jedgar peered back at MaCarthur's instruments with the corner of his eye. He was becoming aware that it'd be very eerie all three of them carried three instruments each. Very unlikely. Especially with the variety each one had. He kept his thoughts to himself, nevertheless. "Not a bard and yet you have instruments?" The thought of it being strange passed through her mind as well. MaCarthur just stared off into the fields through the trees. The group camped and it seemed that Veil was feeling more up to it. Unfortunately, she grew a fever like Jedgar assumed she would. He still pondered how such an illness would occur from just a gash on the head. Possibly she was illergic to his medicine, he wondered. Kerrigan was already fast asleep. She had a full belly for once (the other meals MaCarthur gave her were small). She slept happily, no longer hungry. MaCarthur stepped out of the campsite for a bit to look around. Their spot they stayed for the night was near a cliff looking over a large lake. Macarthur found this spot peaceful, where he'd most likely spend his night alone.

Upon throwing the girl in the back of the cart next to Kerrigan, the group moved on through the forest. Previously last night they had planned on traveling to Mallenfire. That's where they'd seperate. Jedgar would go along with his business (whatever it is), Kerrigan would most likely go off and thieve, and MaCarthur would complete the mission he planned on doing before Kerrigan rudely did what she had did. MaCarthur stared back at the glum Kerrigan who had her head propped up on her hand as she stared off on the road moving by. Her gaze met his. "What?" "Nothing," he replied, coming out of his daze. "Just thinking." "Well, stop thinking. Can't you just drop me off here?" "No," Jedgar answered for MaCarthur. Little did MaCarthur and Kerrigan know, Jedgar planned on turning Kerrigan in to the Mallenfire authorities once they got there. That was his reason, but he kept it hush hush. "You guys are terrible!" Kerrigan whined. "Just tend to the girl," MaCarthur mumbled, turning forward again to watch the road ahead. Kerrigan began saying insults under her breath as she dabbed Veil's head with a damp cloth. The dried blood was washed away revealing a scab formed from the wound. Kerrigan peered closer and noticed she was beginning to wake up. She was obviously still too dazed to make any rash actions or even talk. "She's awake," Kerrigan announced. "Good," Jedgar said, not turning back. "Make sure she keeps nice and warm, but not too warm or her fever will rise if she gets one. Of course, if she gets too cold, she'll get a cold. Keep her at a good temperature. Just warm." Kerrigan made a confused face. "Just [i]warm[/i]? What the hell does that mean?" Jedgar sighed annoyingly. "Look, just tend to her, okay? Make sure she's comfortable." Kerrigan turned back to her patient. "Okay, but I'm not sure what that means." Jedgar shook his head and steered the horse along the trail. The forest they were in ended not too long ago and they were on a dusty trail with wide open fields to each side. Trees lined the road providing shade. It would only be six more days until Mallenfire would be reached.

>: o NO! Actually, that's a possibility. It's surprising that the other OB member I always diss, Syk3, wasn't in this :<

[b]Scout grinned. Tarius was in and it was a matter of time before the others followed. He felt a sudden nudge at his right leg and upon turning, he found Cathal tugging at his pantleg with his teeth. "You in, Cathal, my friend?" With the cloth still in his mouth, he looked up and meowed a "Meryah" with pleasure. Scout grinned again. That was definately a yes. But Cathal's attention was attracted elsewhere as he began investigating the newcomers, starting with Tarius. He walked up to him and rubbed against his legs, sniffing at the warrior fiercely. Loud purrs emerged. That darn Cathal.[/b] ----- Bwee! Not much for me to do right now. I can't freakin' talk XD

Well, that's why people have different names. You can tell from that XD But I may take the idear into consideration. It'd just take hell of a lot of time. (I actually originally had the picture of the character next to each thing they said, but OB wouldn't let me post it. Too much use of image code, it said.) And never compare me to Charles, Raiha. Because, by God, I have no reason not to be... :<

[IMG]http://myimages.fourvalve.com/dragonwarrior/shinny.JPG[/IMG] = Shinmaru [IMG]http://myimages.fourvalve.com/dragonwarrior/gavin.JPG[/IMG] = Me [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Gee wiz golly, Gavynn, what are we gonna do today? [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Well, you stupid idiot, today I shall teach you about Christopher Columbus. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Cool beans. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Quite. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] So what's first? [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Maybe I'd tell you if you'd shut your stinkin' piehole for once, you moron. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] ;_; [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Anyways, let's start out by going back in time. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] But Gavynn, there's no such thing as Time Machines, you silly willy. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] I meant by using our imaginations, dumbass. This is a frickin' kids' show, ya know. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Oooohhh... heh heh. Okay! [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Anyways, it's the 15th century and we're on the Santa Maria, Columbus' proud ship. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Teh-HEH. I like to garden. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Shut up, you buttmunch. I'm not done talking. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Sorry :< [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Anyways, let's observe the people on the ship as they do everday life in the 15th century. [b]Sailor:[/b] Phew... it sure is hot down here in the galleys... a sailor's life is very hard, indeed. [b]Sailor2:[/b] Sure is, William. [b]William:[/b] Wanna play Candyland? [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Damnit, Shinmaru! Stop using your imagination to mess up our observation! [b]Shinmaru:[/b] But I like Candyland... [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] They didn't have dang Candyland back then, you dolt! [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Then they didn't know anything fun. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Just shut your trap and watch. [b]Sailor3:[/b] Hey, you guys, we need to swab the main deck. C'mon. [b]William:[/b] Okay, but first I want to watch my new Power Rangers video. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] SHINMARU! [b]Shinmaru:[/b] I'm sorry, but they're so boring ;_; [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] A man your age shouldn't watch Power Rangers. Now let's follow them up to the main deck. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Fine... [i]They got up on the main deck.[/i] [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Who said that, Gavynn? [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] The narrator. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Is he God? [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] No, he's not God, you retard! He's the guy who says things that occur that we don't say. Like so... [i]Dragon Warrior punched Shinmaru in the mouth.[/i] [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Teh-HEH! That hurt, but it was cool. Ow... [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Just shut your mouth and listen. Columbus has approached the sailors. [b]Columbus:[/b] My name is Columbus and I am your captain. We are sailing the ocean blue and stuff. I hope we find that place we're looking for. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] What are they looking for? [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] They're looking for the West Indies, if you'd listen, you fool. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] But they didn't mention-- [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] SHUT UP AND LISTEN >: o [b]Columbus:[/b] Anywho, let's crack open some beers and watch porn. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] >: o [b]Shinmaru:[/b] What? [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] SHINMARU! [i]Dragon Warrior beats Shinmaru up.[/i] [b]Shinmaru:[/b] It wasn't me this time, Gavynn! Honest! ;_; [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] I know. It was me. I just wanted to jump you and beat you up for being really stupid. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] You didn't have to tie me down. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] You shut up now. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Aww... [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Since you're all tied up, you might as well watch what happens next. [b]Sailor:[/b] La la la... swabbin' the deeeeecckkk! (breaks into song and dance spontaneously) [center][i]A life for a sailor is full of riches, you get lots of money and a room full of b*tches! It's true the life of a sailor is tough, but how much beer you get is quite enough! SAILORS! SAILORS! The best of the sea! Drinkin' booze and smokin' joints is our specialty! SAILORS! SAILORS! No one can compare! If you're looking for something special it's in our underwear![/i][/center] [b]Sailor2:[/b] (pulls a turkey sub from his pants) What do you know... it's true... [center][i]We swab the decks and scrub the guns, we eat raw chicken on moldy buns. If one could be as tough as me, I'd like to kick them in da knee! SAILORS! SAILORS! The best of the sea! Drinkin' booze and smokin' joints is our specialty! SAILORS! SAILORS! No one can compare! We're better than those buccaneers and way better than a corsaaaaaiiirrrr!!!!![/i][/center] [b]Shinmaru:[/b] That didn't sound child appropriate. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] It was. Trust me. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] I dunno, Gavynn. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] DON'T DISOBEY ME! [i]DW harms Shinmaru.[/i] [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Teh-HEH. Ow. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Now look on over the horizon. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] What? [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Look starboard. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Huh? [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Look to your right -.- [b]Shinmaru:[/b] You're losing me here... [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] LOOK THAT WAY! (points) [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Ohhh... why didn't you say so. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] -.o [b]Shinmaru:[/b] What are we looking at? [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Land, you fool. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Looks like a dooty. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] That's because you're an idiot. [b]Columbus:[/b] I say, my sailor peoplez, it seems that land is ahead. We've reached the West Indies! [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Hear that, DW? The dude with the funny hat says we're almost at the West Indies! [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] That's not the West Indies, you dolt! That's America, which Columbus discovers. [b]Columbus:[/b] I discover what now? [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Oh... but if that's America, why do they call it the West Indies? [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Because, you primitive being, they discovered America by accident in 1492. [b]Columbus:[/b] But it's 1452 ;_; [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] No it's not. [b]Columbus:[/b] You suck. DIE! [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Wait a minute. How can you see us? This is our imagi-wait... SHINMARU, DAMNIT! [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Sorry :< [b]Columbus:[/b] Because Shinmaru imagined it, we must kill you. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] You suck, Shinmaru >: o [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Sorry :< [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Sorry won't cut it! We're about to die and stuff! [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Sorry :< [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Stop saying that! [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Sorry :< [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] >: o [b]Columbus:[/b] Ahem... we must kill you... HE-LLOOOO! [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Shut up and discover stuff >: o [b]Columbus:[/b] Hm... yeah, okay. Sounds cool. [i]And so, Columbus discovered America even if the natives found it first and Columbus is a cheap, lying bastard.[/i] [b]Shinmaru:[/b] What a day, Gavynn. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Sure was, you fool. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Teh-HEH... but what fun. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Yeah... [b]Shinmaru:[/b] I hope we have other educational adventures, Gavynn. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Doubt it. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Teh-HEH. You always do. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] No I don't. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Teh-HEH. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Where did you get that annoying laugh? >: o [b]Shinmaru:[/b] I dunno :< [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Well stop it. It scares the kids. [b]Shinmaru:[/b] I think these are all teenagers reading this. [b]Dragon Warrior:[/b] Then they suck. [i]DW was taken out by enraged teenagers.[/i] [b]Shinmaru:[/b] Teh-HEH! Silly teens. Good night, kids! --------- Oh yeah... you know you wanna comment.

OOC: Well, I didn't mean that Mallenfire wasn't near Forlorneth. Go ahead and say it is. I'm just saying my current location isn't near it. Sorry if there are any misunderstandings and I'm also sorry you must leave :( This RPG took a bad start and as such, I'm trying to fix everything around here. I will now go off of Boba's post and hopefully this'll be better for now on. ---------- The search wasn't as pleasant as could be expected. MaCarthur and Kerrigan walked behind Jedgar like mindless slaves to their slave master, Jedgar keeping an ever-watchful eye on the two. Every now and then they'd sneer at the other, but Jedgar kept them in line. Obviously no one knew who anyone was. MaCarthur was the prince of the place they were in, though he didn't act as such and definately did not reveal it. Kerrigan ws a master thief, though she didn't use any of her skills to escape. Jedgar... well... Jedgar is as mysterious as any of the other two and at the current moment, conversation was not an option chosen likely by the trio. MaCarthur's old horse moved quickly, for sure, since the cart didn't stay on one patch of ground for long. At least not long enough to put enough weight down and make deep tracks. The wind blew the sands across the man-made roads and only sometimes did they find any sign of the cart's trail. Jedgar was keeping a hawk's eye on everything around him, especially the two who traveled behind his back. Kerrigan sulked as she literally dragged herself along. MaCarthur was busy trying to find ways to keep himself awake; the trip was a total bore. He decided to scan his companions. He noticed there wasn't too much to Jedgar. He was cloaked and nothing was really shown of the guy. He figured he was older since he called MaCarthur "lad." Then there was Kerrigan. Despite her dirty motif she had going (probably from traveling everywhere), she wasn't too bad to look at. Her clothes were tattered and she looked as if she were starving. Maybe if she simply asked MaCarthur, he'd feed her. He had enough food for the three of them if Jedgar came along sooner. This thought only made MaCarthur have more of a grudge against Kerrigan. He displaced the thought of her being attractive and laid the thought of her just being a self-centered boob. Just as this thought had passed, Jedgar turned around suddenly. "I think we've found a sign of your cart." The three rushed over (Kerrigan actually kind of dragged herself over) and found some of the supplies that must've fallen out by the cart hitting a bump on the road. The three picked through the luggage. "Some food," MaCarthur mused. Kerrigan was so pleased to find some that she immediately began eating. Jedgar smacked her head and she dropped it. "No," he said, taking the food from off the ground. He flung the food sacks that were left over his shoulder and shrugged as if to say that they must continue searching. MaCarthur also flung packs over his shoulder and followed. Kerrigan crawled behind with not just a grudge against the two ahead, but an empty stomach to boot.

[B]SLEEPING ON THE JOB:[/b] Another side effect of hunger. [i]Hungry? Grab a Snickers.[/i] -------- Why do I always seem to do commercial advertising? ;_;

Alright, alright, woah woah woah. This RPG just got [i]really[/i] messed up and fast. First off, I don't see why I'd be amazed that people have instruments. There are bards in this world. The only way they'd be interesting to me, or any other Dragona for that matter, is if they summoned dragons and the person saw that. So watch out for that. Also, Cyriel, in my first post, I said it'd take a week to get to Mallenfire from where I was and you were right next to where I was when you found my runaway cart. It wouldn't make any sense if you got there within less than day. I suggest revamping that =/ Lastly, Mr. Zidargh :) You had me say "Seeing you have just walked out of Forlorneth..." and such, Forlorneth is nowhere near where we are at the moment. We're in the woods just outside my own castle. I just thought that was silly ^_^ Yeah, so we've gotta clean up some of these messes and think before we post anything rash like that. ;) I'm not mad, but it just messes the whole RPG up if we don't abide the laws of physics here.

[b]"Meryah!" came the voice from the darkness. The figure suddenly dropped to all fours and started moving around the ramshackle building, appearing to search for something. Movements were heard by what seemed to be overly-large ears. Scout wasn't sure, but he believed it to be Cathal, the catman he sent the eagle after. Cathal wasn't exploring too far away from Frontal Peak, rounding up some grub for that night's dinner. The Cathal-like being leapt towards the spot Scout hid until Scout revealed himself, giving Cathal a start. At first, Cathal wasn't sure Scout could be friendly or not, being in the shadows and all, until he stepped out into the beams of light pouring down through the shattered roof. Cathal purred a little and said "Meryah!", which seemed to be his most appropriate word. "Greetings, Cathal," Scout spoke. Cathal cocked his head to one side. Scout held out a hand to shake. Cathal sniffed at it as if to check if it was a trap, then he stood on his hind legs like a normal man and shook. He knew that much, at least. "I bet you're wondering why I'm here and how I know you." "Meryah," Cathal said with a little purr in his throat. He had a feeling he'd find out, though he mostly just wanted to play.[/b]

Ms. KKC! My character is illiterate :( How can he read the note? I'm scared ;_;

OOC: :p ---------- The two scrambled to their feet, silence making the atmosphere bitter dreadful. Upon the attack, MaCarthur noticed some of the food had been damaged or thrown to the dirt. He looked at it morosely. Kerrigan, instead, took this opportunity to leap MaCarthur again with the same attack, except succeeding this time with a good thromp on his head. MaCarthur fell to the ground and she quickly made her way onto the cart. "That wasn't so hard," he told herself aloud. "A few scrapes here and there, but all in all, I think I--" She was rudely interrupted by MaCarthur jumping her and this time, knocking her to the ground. His sword was drawn. "What business do you have trying to harm me and take my cart?" he said, sword tip nearly puncturing Kerrigan's skin. "Just what you said, actually," she replied. "I want to harm you and steal your cart." She felt the sword dig deeper, but still not break the skin. "FOOOR good reason!" she squealed. MaCarthur slowly let the sword up only to allow Kerrigan the advantage of tossing him on his back with her weapon drawn. "Are we just going to keep on doing this?" MaCarthur asked, feeling uneasy to be in the position he just placed his foe in only mere seconds ago. "We'll continue it until I get what I want," was Kerrigan's swift reply. She unsheathed another one of her daggers and poked it at MaCarthur's side, keeping him in a deadly place. "Now please just stay lying here why I run away with all your food, supplies, cart, and horse." She made him toss aside his sword 'til it was under the cart. She then stood up, daggers still aimed at MaCarthur's still form. "I can hit a target right on if I want," she warned, backing away towards the cart. She jumped on and smiled. "Thank you for your kind hospitality," she laughed and lashed the reins only to have the horse jerk and toss her off. The cart was taken away at lightning speed, driverless. Kerrigan looked up and coughed. "Well, that could've turned out better." She suddenly saw a familiar sword point in front of her face. MaCarthur appeared on the other end. She grinned nervously. "Yes?" "You lost all my food and supplies as [i]well[/i] as my transportation." "Silly me," she said, trying to crawl backwards, but recieved no luck. She smiled nervously again. She was stuck, but MaCarthur wasn't exactly in a good spot himself. To put it in proper terms for the both of them: they're screwed.

[center][IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?postid=550846[/IMG] [size=1]Welcome to the [u]Dragonial: [i]Symphony of Dragons[/i][/u] RPG. If you wish to look back at someone's profile or the storyline, just [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?threadid=36867]click here[/URL] to return to the recruitment thread. Your introductory post shall be taking place after you've found the instruments (which all of you have clearly stated that event in your profiles anyways). Do begin your life with the instruments one week after the capture of the Dragonial (which would be the time you recieved your instruments). Everyone would've found them at the same time. There is no time difference between them. Let's get started >: D [/SIZE] -----[/center] MaCarthur had taken on his father's ideas ever since he was a lad. In other words, he'd always did what his father couldn't or didn't have time for. Most of his brilliant schemes were lead by young MaCarthur, even at the early age of seven. He was tutored by the best so he became the best. He even grew to be smarter than his old man. As such, there was no suprise that Edreck asked him to take some scrolls of importance to the town of Mallenfire, which was located near the border of Silverside and Rojah. It was a few day trip and he heavily stocked a cart and horse with food and supplies, preparing his son for the journey. MaCarthur knew his father was just spoiling him rotten so he decided to unload a few items unnoticed. He never needed all teh stuff his father gave him, but he didn't mind taking his favorite pleasures with him. The scrolls were tightly latched onto his belt in special holsters made for such items. He strapped the belt on and got his traveling clothes together. Up in his room, he made sure to grab three main items that he could never leave unattended while he was gone: the three instruments. He was aware of their powers and how he miraculously knew how to play them, though his music lessons never taught the piccilo, drum, or the foreign Forlorneth instrument known as the guitar. Just as he carefully shoved these items into his bag, he noticed his father had entered the room. "Last minute prepartions?" Though MaCarthur was aware of his presence, he was still startled by his deep voice as if he'd never heard it before. It was a large, booming voice even for such a small man. "Yes, father. Must always be prepared." "Just like I always say," his father chuckled. Edreck rubbled a hand across the curtains, feeling the red silk. "Well, my men have fully prepared the cart. I... noticed you sent some stuff back to the galleys." "Yes," MaCarthur said sheepishly. "But I won't need that much foo-" "You never know!" his father interrupted. "As far as I'm concerned, you may find some of that food missing from either thieves, animals, or just plain losing it. You always should have extra." Though MaCarthur could carry out the arguments forever, he never did. Obeying his father, he nodded and stepped out of the room, Edreck closing the door behind them. They both stepped outside and up to the large wooden cart, the sound of rickedy woodwork filling the air. Edreck and MaCarthur were never big on goodbyes so a good slap on the back was done and MaCarthur was off. Besides, MaCarthur was only going to be gone for about a week. Nevertheless, a journey would begin filled with questions that may never be answered. [center]-----[/center] Do your stuff people. I have to go so my first intro was short, but I got my point across :) [IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?postid=551323[/IMG] [size=1][b]Not my best artwork, but meh.[/b][/size]

Whoops. Sorry, I must've miscalculated. Go ahead and make up an element of your choice along with an instrument. I will start the RPG tomorrow, people. Thanks to all who signed up.

[b]And God said to Abraham: "Thou Shalt pelt others with thy snowball."[/b] There's my two cents :p

Yeah, I've heard of Dark Matter before. My science teacher mentioned it so I asked him what it was and he told me. I find it very fascinating and was thinking of writing some kind of story or whatnot on it. It's strange what's out there beyond us :)

Handsome... yeesh... someone is full of themselves XD Anyways, that's fine Zidargh. JUst b sure to edit as you KKC. I need one more person. Merffles :)

Haha! It's the system I used for my RPG with the three elements. Shnazzy :) --------- Name: Dane Daskar Gender: Male Element: Death, Sin, and Night Power: He is able to summon the powers of the dark, trapping his victims in a cloak of black matter. No one is sure what the stuff is until they are slowly taken in by it, or even killed. Weapons: A Deadly Scythe Description: Cloaked in a black robe he never takes off. His hood will be lowered sometimes revealing his whole head, but if not, then it's a shadowy face for him. I'll doodle a picture today and post it for a better outlook :) Elemental Description: His first element is death, causing a deadly curse to be set upon his foes. It either poisons or paralyzes them, whichever suits him for the mission. Sin accompanies him where he is able to stop curses and hexes from harming him, or even other ailments that may damage him in a manner. Night finally can cloak him in darkness or an area around him. He can magically make things appear darker than they really should be. Birth Place: Mohata Mountainside (A very hot mountainous region) Bio: He was the most dark of all the Titans, containing the powers of evil even if he served them as good. He likes isolation and continues to keep himself hidden away in either his cloak or the shadows he casts. He constantly says cruel things, even more often than any other titan. He is the least liked and therefore people don't spend much time by his side. He minds himself and doesn't butt into anyone's business. He takes his time pondering; usually in the open spaces of the Mohata Mountainside, his birthplace of long ago. When battling the Apocolypse, he found himself usually wrapping the fiends in his elements, but was constantly being taken out of the picture. He wasn't very useful against the dark forces since he was dark himself. He remains grudging against that fact and doesn't wish to participate very much in the upcoming battle... but he may anyways...