The Order of Alarea (Open RP)

[Bastian]

Hello, long time no see. I've been out of the forum for a long time, since there was nothing new about Darkfall, but I feel like coming back, and I'll do it with a RP. In this RP Mirdain, Humans and Dwarves form an Order called the Order of Alarea, in order to keep the frontiers with the other races safe. This Order has everything, its own basements, its own barracks, its own cities and commerces, its own armies and armadas, even its own priests.
Limitations to join this RP: You can be anything you want except Ork, Alfar and Mahirim. Choose to be a blacksmith, a wizard, an alchemist, or a swordsman, or anything else you can think of. There will be various quests and instances for the members of this small RP, and you have to write some information:

Name: Bastian
Surname: Greenroot
Race: Mirdain
Age: 43
Weapons: Wooden Staff, Cooker Knife.
Armor/Clothe: Leather Boots, Gloves and Fur. Light Green Cotton Shirt and Robe and a Cloak made of Leaves.
Physical Description: Tall, white hair, green eyes, slim, pale.
Special Items: Pet Whistle, Cooking Materials, Farming materials.
Abilities: He has the knowledge to tame and train various pets and he also knows almost any kind of plants. He's writting an encyclopedia of plants and animals and he can cook well using those plants he knows.
Order Rank: Owner of the Order's High Garden and Beastmaster Trainer
Other Information: His father's family developed the techniques to train animals while his mother's family developed the technique to farm all kind of strange plants on the same farmland. That's why he's a member of the Elite of this Order. He shares the basics of his knowledge and owns the highest Garden of Argon. Appart from the Royal Family of the Order themselves, he has no superiors.

[Sgt. John Knock]

Name: John
Surname: Knock
Race: Human
Age: 39
Weapons: Blacksmith's Hammer, Broadsword, and a pair of knuckledusters concealed in his pockets.
Armor: None to speak of. Ordinary leather boots and canvas pants, with a light shirt.
Physical description: Tall and broad shouldered. Not too well built, and is rather scrawny in the bicep department.
Abilities: Able to make anything from everything. A crafter to heart, he can do anything from carpentry to watchmaking. He can hold his own in a fight, but it's not his preference when it comes to spending his freetime. He prefers a good fistfight to using weapons, but has some minor training with a one-handed sword if needs be.
Order Rank: A free trader and crafter who has decided to stay with the Order for profit and adventure.
Other Info: Knock's your average joe soap. He's a down-to-earth guy and maintains that he is the only one from his class in school who still has both parents and eyes.

OOC: It's been a while since i've had the time to RP on these boards. Hoping to start again!

[Bastian]

Good, we just need two more people and we can start. So please interested people join? =P

[Darby]

Name: Darby
Surname: Dún Laoghaire
Race: Human
Age: 25
Weapons: A Longsword and two Shortswords.
Armor: Black leather boots and gloves. Black trousers. A brown leather studded tunic.
Physical description: Average build. Brown shaggy hair and short beard. Green eyes and tanned skin.
Abilities: Effecient with his swords and skilled at un-armed combat. Also able to drink most human's under the table.
Order Rank: Seeking a change from his carefree lifestyle. Darby has enrolled as a swordsman for the Order of Alarea to gain some stability in his life.
Other Info: Good natured and humerous. Has a carefree attitude which leave some speculating his dedication. Has spent a long while roaming from village to village with two associates and gives very little information about this time.

OOC: This'll be my first RP on the Darkfall forums. How could I resist RPing with a fellow Irishman and a Spaniard?! :D

[Sgt. John Knock]

Name: Darby
Surname: Dún Laoghaire

OOC: This'll be my first RP on the Darkfall forums. How could I resist RPing with a fellow Irishman and a Spaniard?! :D

Especially when your char's surname is Irish! :cool:

[Darby]

Especially when your char's surname is Irish! :cool:

Name taken from the place, just like your surname :)

[Zakkery]

Name: Zakk
Surname: Asbar
Race: Mirdain
Age: 39
Weapons: A set of throwing knives, a spear
Armor/Clothe: Rich silk clothes, deep purple in colour, with a sweeping cloak.
Physical Description: Unimposing, small and slimly built. Bright blue eyes and long brown hair, pale skinned
Abilities: Has a vast Knowledge of local and foreign markets, can sniff out a bargain a mile off, has limited combat skills with his spear, and hence prefers to keep out of harms way.
Order Rank: A supplier of the order, mainly supplying weapons, but can get his hands on most things.
Other Information: A life as a travelling merchant has made him a cynic with a dry sense of humour, he has a lot of connections with the merchant elite. He had lowly upbringings on the streets as an urchin, and has fought his way to the top, so is ruthless, and hard to please.

OOC: My first roleplay also!

[Bastian]

All right we may start now.

It's a hot spring day. Summer is about to arrive, farms are at full work by this time, and so is mine. My name is Bastian Greenroot and I am a Mirdain, one of the Battlemasters of the Order of Alarea, Beastmaster, Chef and Farmer. It may sound strange, but I am not a fighting member of the Order, as most of them. I am more of a teacher and a supplier. I aid as much as I can, providing food, ingredients for potions, teaching people how to farm, cook, craft potions or how to raise pets. I own the main farmland of the Order of Alarea, and one of the most important and biggest farmlands of Agon.

Today is a very important day, the Three Leaders of the Order, the King, the Queen, the Former King, the Prince and the Prime Minister are coming.

The Order is very well organised and it has a very complex and hard to understand organisation. There is first a Royal Family, which can't be chosen by the members of the Order. They are the ones who represent the Order in the rest of Agon. They are the ones who take charge of diplomacy.
After that, there's a Ministry which is chosen by the members. The ministry is made of the Prime Minister and the Five Ministers: the Minister of Commerce, the Minister of Magic, the Minister of Intelligence, the Minister of Religion and the Minister of .
Finally, the Three Leaders are the Leader of Offense, the Leader of Defense, and the Leader of the Armada. The Leader of Defense is charged with the dury of controlling the frontiers, which is the main aim of the Order, the Leader of Offense is meant to attack when it is requested, but that hasn't happened yet, and the order is already twenty years old. The Leader of Offense leads the warriors with small missions and quests, mainly. Finally the Leader of the Armada is charged with both Naval Offense and Defense. The Prime Minister has to agree with all the decissions of the Leaders, otherwise they cannot do anything.

The Royal Family finally arrive. I welcome them inside and teach them how the civil servants for the Minister of Intelligence are researching under my command. I often cooperate with them and with the civil servants for the Minister of Commerce. They're investigating with plants and new farming techniques. Alchemists and wizards are also helping. We all help as much as we can. Most members of the Order are humans but the Royal Family is dwarven. The armada is made mostly of humans and the army is made of both human, mirdain and dwarves. The farmers here are mainly mirdain and dwarves, but the wizards and alchemist are usually humans. The Queen seems very interested in the art of potion crafting. It is commonly known that she's a witch, but it's also commonly known that dwarven magic isn't very powerful. The Former King used to be one of the wisest runepriests ever, and now that he's retired he works as a teacher and consultant.

For the moment, everything seems quiet and calm, but there are rumors of orks gathering in a group of caverns nearby, so the Three want to ask for my advise. It's not the first time I give them tips, battle tactic isn't my best but I do know a lot of tricks, about beasts and plants and also using the environment to defend yourself. People think I am very clever, but I just think I'm full of experience.

(OOC: OK took me time to think all of this so you'd better like it xD)

[RavenLord]

((Crap, you just posted before me, Bastian :D))

Name: Kyron Noctalún

Race: Human

Age: his own estimation would be between 21 and 23

Weapons: Two long knives and about a dozen daggers shaped and balanced for throwing. These and a bagful of tricks (i.e. smoke, fire and flash powders)

Armor/Clothing: usually dresses in simple dark clothes (though customized with plenty of hidden pockets and hiding places for various items). A black or dark grey/green sleeveless shirt with loose pants of matching color would be his usual set of clothes. A black hooded cloak is nearly always seen on Kyron (is it cloak if it has sleeves? Well, think long leather jacket only not leather :p)

Abilities: What cannot be bought or conquered can be obtained by more suble means. This is where Kyron steps in. He has been a professional thief for many years now. He is also a good agent, scout and spy. Assassination is one think he will not do, though, since Kyron´s hate for assassins is well known by those few who know him. Kyron is also an extremely acrobatic and agile person. Has quick feet, hands, eye and wit to aid him in his work.

Order rank: Obtainer of information and valuable items for the order. He doesn´t consider himself a part of the order itself, but is merely contacted when something needs to be obtained.. for a price of course. The arrangement has worked well many times in the past.

[Darby]

Time seemed to stand still on this spring day. Darby stood outside a public house smoking his pipe, gazing into the distance lost in thought. Had it only been a month since he signed up with the Order? He had been hoping for a stable income and plenty of action. The money was fine but as for the action well, he had seen more drunken fist fights than he had anywhere else that was for sure. Most of his time was spent patrolling and training with the other soldiers, the rest of the time Darby would usually be found in the public house drinking his favourite ale “Sandbrook Stag”.

As he tipped out the ash from his pipe, Darby noticed a small party of people pass by him. They were dressed in high quality fabrics and expensive armour. A dwarf at the back of the group carried a banner which bore an emblem that all in the Order knew as the emblem of the Royal House. As Darby watched, a human soldier came out of the public house and stood by his side “Royalty huh? I wonder what they’re doing here”. ‘Something important must be happening' Darby thought to himself.

“Looks like they’re going to see Bastian” Darby replied. “I’m going to see if I can find out what happening, see you at the barracks”.

Darby slowly followed behind the party, stopping every now and then to engage in small talk with various members of the Order until they had gained enough distance ahead of him. The party arrived at the doors of the Great Hall where they were greeted by Bastian Greenroot, a Mirdain who holds great importance within the Order, who respectfully led them inside. Darby understood that the guards at the door were unlikely to let him pass through but his curiosity drove him to try. He strode towards the entrance until, as he expected, the guards stopped him.

“Halt Dún Laoghaire! Where do you think your going?”
“Me? I’m here to see my good friend the Minister of Defence” Darby answered.
“The Minister of Defence hasn’t spoken to you since he caught you impersonating him infront of the troops” the guard said sternly.
“Heh, it was good though wasn’t it?”
“No”
“Okay, what if I told you that I’m regarded as a deity in the town of Sandbrook and that my will is unquestionable?”
“Clear off Darby”
“Right you are sir!”

Darby turned and walked away, heading for the barracks. He felt certain now that things were about to get exciting around here.

[Zakkery]

Zakk Asbar sat in his study, in a high backed leather chair, infront of an oak table, heaving with charters, plans, and all other things to do with his mercantile work. He glanced out of the big bay window to his left, and glimpsed the royal standard bobbing up and down.

"Hmm, something important must be happening" he mused to himself. Peering down to the street he saw the royal family walking towards the Great Hall. Zakk decided he should visit the Minister of Commerce to see if he could find out what was happening, and more importantly, whether he could turn a profit off it.

Stepping outside into the bright sun, Zakk slipped on his broad rimmed hat and sweeping cloak, and saw Dún Laoghaire talking to a guard, no doubt trying to weasel his way past him to follow the Royalty. Zakk strode up to the officer who said:
"Hail Sir, may i know where you are going?"
"I must speak with the Minister of Commerce" Zakk replied.
"Certainly, go right on in" Said the guard with a respectful nod.

As he marched inside, Zakk tilted his head and flashed a wink at Dún Laoghaire, "By Auros golden balls, i hope the Minister has good news to share with me" he thought to himself, before slipping into the darkened entrance of the great hall.

[RavenLord]

Kyron exited the small room that was given to him while he stayed at the manor after completing another assigment, somethig about growth enhancing alchemical formula who´s inventor was reluctant to sell for any reasonable price. It was made clear to him as always, that it would be best if he left as soon as he had rested enough to return to the nearby town. Kyron was amused by this. Of course the high and mighty order would never admit it used thieves aswell as merchants and soldiers.

On his way out he stopped to watch a party of important-looking dwarves walk by with the owner of the place. He had never spoke with the mirdain. All business was conducted through some suck-up servant of his. Just then the suck-up hurried after the gathered leaders. Kyron couldn´t stop an ironic smile from spreading on his face. He waved the man over as he was passing, annoying this greatly.

"What now, can´t you see I´m busy? We are a host to some very important..."
"Then I won´t hold you long from your duties," Kyron interrupted the man´s trumpeting, "I hear some toadskins are nesting in the nearby caves. Tell your master that for a free resupply of magical powders he has a scout to inspect the place. I´ll wait in the library."

With a non-committal grunt, the servant hurried away and Kyron turned towards the well-supplied library of the manor. Books were his new-found passion.

[Mojache]

Name: Mojache
Surname: Rurikar
Race: Mirdain
Age: 24
Weapons: Ice-enchanted Katana
Armor/Clothe: I can't really describe so see Signature
Physical Description: Rather short for a mirdian, about average human height. Long brown hair, matching eyes, pale-ish skin. You have a coldish feeling when around him.
Special Items: Dragon Medallion (unknown meaning)
Abilities: Ice. He has the ability to instantly conjure water, that is stored within him, that, once released, freezes into what ever form he wishes.
Order Rank: He is known as one of the few Spellswords, one who excells in both armed combat and casting magic. His great potential has landed him the rank of Captain.


"Fall back!" i shouted, almost as loud as i could. The Orks were swarming the place. The few of us that survived, a priest, 2 archers, a warrior, and myself, had taken cover inside the abandoned church. The second i stepped inside I wanted to walk right back out. There whole place smelt as bad as a dead mahirim. As i looked around more, the whole place was just creepy. Spiderwebs at every corner, a candle chandelier fallen down in the middle of the aisle. Dispite how much we all hated being here, we worked hastily, boarding up the windows and doors. We waited, and waited, for hours on end until we heard, "Knock knock! Come out and plaaaaay," on the other side of the door. We had nothing to live for, no family, no money, no point. The archers stood across the hall and readied their arrows, the dwarf readied his axe, and i stuck my hand on the hilt of my katana, then, snapped the wood with my foot, drew my sword and kicked the door open with full force. The priest went and cowered behind a pew while the archers opened fire, and the dwarf and i let loose a flurry of swings and swipes. Once we were sure that the brute was dead, we finally noticed our surroundings. The entire town, set ablaze. As the others ran for the door, i stayed behind. As i knelt down next to the dead ork, i felt the embrace of death itself upon me. In its hand was not a bloody axe, like that of most orks. He was carrying an envelope, with no address or return adress on it. I pried it out of the orks cold, dead fingers. As i turned the envelope onto its back side the stamp was the same symbol as that on my medalion. I opened the envelope up in hasted and read:

Dear Mojache Rurikar; Spellsword of Ice,
We have the answer to the question you are looking for, but to get there you must solve 5 trials. 1 of wits, 1 of courage, 1 of skill, 1 of knowlege and 1 of element. This is your first trial, of wits;Where, o' where, are exchanges of most, there you will find a most curious host, he works a post, he will take you to part of the coast, where you will celebrate your completion of the first trial with a toast.

Sincerely,
The Medallion Maker

[Bastian]

(OOC: Wellcome to the new people, and have fun)

The Prime Minister and The Royal Family waited in one of the living rooms while some dancers, musicians and buffoons entertained them. Meanwhile, the Three came to my personal chamber. One of my servants bought them three big chairs but they refused to sit down. It looked like they weren't expecting to stay for a long time, so they went straight to the point.

"Listen, Bastian, the warsong starts to get louder. We cannot avoid war with the Orks, they are gathering in the cavern of Jota, to the south. We aren't sure about what plan we should follow" Said the Defence Leader.

"The thing is that our wizards could easily destroy them, or we can use a slowler tactic and kill them with small assasinations, but we don't beleive they are as stupid as not to find out what is happening." Replied the Armada Leader.

"But we cannot send too many troops or we'll leave the towns and villages without protection. Then we'll be too weak, and the Mahirim forces from the other side of the western river, the river Kaula, will be able to destroy us easily and reach to the capital. We could resist them in the capital but we cannot risk all that much. If we lose the villages we will have no food..."

"Are you mad? I have got one of the biggest farms ever seen, and you say we'll have no food? You should already know that if time of need arrives I can stop my researches and focus all my farmground on wheat, corn, vegetables..." I replied. Then the Offense Leader spoke for the first time:

"So what's your opinion? Shall we just send the wizards?"

"None of those. Let's send the strongest warriors, and I will go with some animals myself, I haven't taken some action for a while. A party of archers and wizards wouldn't be bad also. No more than 10 of us plus animals should be enough to destroy an entire orkish army, since we know the terrain and their weaknesses perfectly. We just need to plan everything carefully and get rid of our advantages, and this war will be won before we expect."

"I hope they don't have any more armies, otherwise we won't be ready for what's coming, and the Order might fall."

"I am sure that will not happen..."

Then one of my messengers arrived, opening the door without even knocking. I greeted him in and he told me about one of the contracted mercenaries, a spy, who was offering his services to me. I told my messenger to give him a letter with my signature, and the letter read:

Dear Human,

I accept the help you're offering me, I need the services of a spy right now. Meet me at the old bridge of the citadel tonight, at midnight, and go alone. I don't want anyone to hear my plans for you.

[TatersAndTots]

((Mind if I join? You said that this is a small rp, so I dont want to crowd those that are in it now.))

[Bastian]

((Mind if I join? You said that this is a small rp, so I dont want to crowd those that are in it now.))

(OOC: You're welcome, and I allow ONE person more. After that it's locked, I think that is a good person limit. Have fun! :) )

After sending the letter, the Three left with their guards so now the palace was only protected by my own guards, the Prime Minister's and the Royal Family's. The next person I had to speak to was the Queen. All my guests came into my personal laboratory. I was researching a dish with some healing herbs. It was meant to be a healing salad, perfect for adventurers who keep travelling around, wandering. The Queen showed herself excited when she entered my laboratory. She had already been there twice and she'd always been very pleased with what she'd find. The King, the Former King and the Prince came in for the first time, and so did the Prime Minister. Queen Merla, that was her name, started asking me questions about my latest researchs. I answered her gladly, I had nothing to hide, specially to the crown, who had paid me a lot of money in order to make some investigations for them.

And then my dear wolf arrived. I had got a small window in every door for my pets to walk freely around the house. There was a rule in my palace, for everyone: servants, guards, guests, etc... -not to touch my pets. They are and have always been more than pets for me. I train them myself, I feed them myself, so I do love them like brothers and sisters. This wolf was a female, and she was always protecting me. I felt pleased that she was there, but also a bit weird. My wolf used to come only when I was in danger, or about to be in danger.

"This wolf is my warden, she only comes when I'm in danger, so everyone under the tables! Some enemy must be coming!"

And then it happened. The door exploded. It was an Alfar Witch, she was using her magical powers. The wolf quickly jumped at her and started biting and scratching her. I took one of my wooden staves and picked up an explosive potion I was researching. I threw it at her and my wolf, Niya, jumped away. The potion exploded at the witch, and she died. Her corpse started burning.

Then my guards came in.

"How the hell could she come in?! Are you stupids? What am I paying you for? I just think you can only stop stupid peasants from coming inside!"

"We're sorry sir... we fell asleep, it was her magic!"

"Pathetic excuses! Don't apologise, get her corpse away and tell to the Leader of Defense!"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

And so they did. The Prime Minister seemed scared, the Prince was holding his sword and the King and the Former King were protecting the Queen. The house was not sure any longer, so everybody went away home. I put my hand inside one of the pockets of my robes and picked up my whistle. I used it and then many of my pets arrived. A bat, an eagle, a couple of colorful snakes, my wolf again, a rhyno, even a drake, and some other pets...

[TatersAndTots]

Name: Raylar
Surname: Dracon
Race: Human
Age: 22
Weapons: War-Staff, Ancient Egyptian-style curved shortsword with fire tunes etched down the blade, fire-enchanted gloves

Armor/Clothes: Red silk robes with wide sleeves (open a lot at the ends, think buddist monks' sleeves) and hood, leather boots, band of red silk that covers his mouth and his right eye, jet black gloves with red colored fire runes cut into them. Simple brown clothes under that.

Physical Description: 5'11", one eye is green, the other is blood red. Slim with a good looking face. Brown hair kept short. A disfiguring scar is on the side that is covered with his mask, it was caused by a glancing attack from an enemy fire mage. It is a large, splash-shaped burn.

Special Items: Fire tome, utility knife, survivial supplies (food, bandages, other micillaneous things not worth mentioning)

Abilities: Is a very powerful fire mage. Knows a massive assortment of spells for offensive, defensive, and utility purposes. Is immensly powerful with a staff, and functions well with swords. Is very intelligent, and is very imaginative.

Personality: His personality can be described as firey (didn't see that coming, did you?). He is always full of energy, gesturing in every sentence, and always chainging his tone and volume to emphasize on parts of sentences. His mind is always working, thinking of new things and, coupled with his imaginaiton, tons of ways to use fire to do waht he wants. Is very loyal to his friends, not so much to people he does not know. Is blunt and get right to the point in matters. Seems to be a litte messed up in the heads; he is not affected by death in the slightest. He also seems to not care about pain, he will experience it just like others, but doesn't seem to be phased by it.

Order Rank: An Order Battle Mage. Fights alongside the non-magic types, as well as alone. Is a high-ranking mage, but not Elite. Helps the Masters train the appentices as an assistant.



"Remember! Don't force the fire! You need to channel the magic. The fire is a chaotic force, and doesn't react well to being forced." Master Jaren yelled out to the apprentice mages. There were 10 of them training on the beach. They were at a beach because of a small oversight of the head mages. Well, let us just say that: Untrained fire mage + forest = Bad Things. Any stray fireballs would just fall into the sea, and not endanger a small village with a massive forest fire.

Raylar watched silently as he sat on a large rock. The students were practicing the simple fireball. He saw that they were all progressing well. Only a few balls missed the beach to sail in the sea with a WHSSSST! Raylar was much better then these students, being only a single step from becoming a Master himself.

Raylar gave a heavy sigh, being far from Jaren, and continued to watch the students. He only got to do something if the students were having any problems. They were not having problems today. So Raylar just sat there, his foot drumming continuously. He was bored out of his mind.

Raylar really wanted some action. He loved combat. A lot. He only helps teach for the credit and the skills need for advancement. Raylar rasied one hand and after a quick murmer, three fireballs, each the size of a very small ball, began to spin in quick circles. It was a simple control exercise. Raylar had excellent control, but the pretty spinning fireballs kept him occupied until this class was over.

"Okay everyone! Class is over for today. See you all tomorrow." said the master. All the students then began the short walk back to the city. "See you tomorrow as well Raylar." Master Jaren gave Raylar a small nod. Raylar bowed in response. Then the two mages went their separate ways; Jaren to his cottage near the beach and Raylar to his small house in the city.

[RavenLord]

Can´t believe these high and mighty mirdain. Dear human? I did give him a name for Melek´s rotting balls sake, although a false one. And he interrupts me on the most interesting part.
Kyron had been reading a story about a bard and a renegade knight when the message was delivered to him. The carrier left as soon as he´d completed his task. Kyron read it quickly and sunk back into the story with a sigh. After an hour or two, he´d lost track of time, he returned to his room to gather up the little things he´d left there. He would be ready to leave as soon as the meeting was over.

As the midnight watch sounded a dark silhouette could be seen leaning on the rail of the old bridge against the moonlight. Kyron was waiting for his employer and indeed he was alone. Who am I going to bring anyway? This is his place filled with his people if he´s forgotten. Hope he doesn´t keep me waiting. I need fresher air. To his amusement Kyron produced a dagger from his sleeve and started twirling it in his fingers to pass the time and keep his blood circulating in the cool night air.

[Bastian]

Two ravens were flying in the are. An owl was placed right in a dried branch of an old dead tree. Yes, it was the old bridge. The old willow was next to it. I arrived and waved my hand to the stranger.

"Direct and to the point" I started saying. "What made you think I would need your help in a start?" I asked.

I stood there, tall, in front of him, with my wooden stick on my right hand. It he resulted to be dangerous it would be easy for me to get rid of him. And he would have never realised that.

[RavenLord]

What Kyron realised from the moment the mirdain started speaking was that he didn´t take him seariously. In fact the damn farmer seemed to think himself above the lowly thief. Of the things Kyron hated most in this world this was among the top three.

He´s gotta be kidding me. I´m not exactly born yesterday. Kyron was below avarage human height so he had to look up if he wanted to look Bastian in the eye. He didn´t bother. The mirdain´s cautious posture was not-so-subtle to the thieve´s eye. Should I point out that a push to the lower chest would have him stumbling to the other side of the bridge?

For a while Kyron did nothing, simply smiled joylessly. Then he resheathed the dagger which had never stopped dancing around his fingers.
"Forget it," he said quietly and took off, choosing the shortest way off the large property.
"Wonder if he reflects this order of his..." the thief muttered into the night. The two ravens seemed to both fly after him with loud cries.

[Mojache]

As i looked around Sanguine's market, i thought about the next two clues, there you will find a most cuirious host, he works a post. What could it mean? I walked around aimlessly until, i had an idea. The post might mean post office, which would be the couriers! I rushed over to the couriers, about to leave on a trip. I ran infront of one of their horses and gave the hand geusture to stop. He strode up to me and asked me what my buissness was in an unusual fashion. "What do you need, ol' friend?" he said. "Which one of you guys are going to some place near the coast?" was my reply. "Well! That'd be me!" I told him to wait right where he was, and he complied. As i rushed to the stables as fast as my feet could carry me, i had a jolt of excitement! I approached the horse merchant, and emptied my pockets into his hands. As i hopped on the closest horse to me, i darted away on it. As i sped into the city gates, i could hear behind me, "Wait! You didn't give me enough mo-" then it cut off. As i filed my horse into line behind his, i told him to be on his way. As he left, i followed his exact path. As we left the city gates again, i could see the horse merchant out of the corner of my eye, holding a pitchfork and cussing. About half way past the trip, we say a human and mirdain discussing something on the bridge. Several hours later, we arrived at the port city of Eanna. I followed him around, looking like a fool, as he delivered all his letters. His 5th stop was the brewer, which, sparked an idea into my head. "...a toast" I waited as the courier browsed through his letters. "Let's see here, tax collection, a letter from your nephew, and a letter adressed to one Mojache Rurikar. Is he a relative or something?" said the courier. "No, i don't know-" began the brewmaster before being interupted by me. "That's me," i said and yanked the letter out of his hand and opened it.
It read,
"Congradulations, Ruirkar. You have completed your first trial. Next, the trial of courage. About 10 miles north of here, you will find a cave, infested with goblins, hobgoblins, and mahirim cultists. You must make your way through them, and then, face Ringe, the red dragon. In his pile of treasure will be your next letter.
Sincerely,
The Medallion Maker

[TatersAndTots]

((Hmm majoche, I see you are at a port. And I was at a beach. Do you see the connection?

Can I join in your quest? It is your quest, so if you chose to let me in, you will have to start the conversation.))


Raylar walkes slowly down to the road of the city. He eventually ends up at the local tavern. He arrives just in time to see the regular courier enter. Raylar also notices another man. He could easily sense his ice-magic aura. It was weak, but it was there. Ant mage worth their weight could sense magic. The man probably has some kind of enchantment. Usually magic users have a stronger aura then this man. Raylar ingnores the man and sits at a table. He orders and ale and waits.

[Bastian]

"Oh come on, is that all you have been awake at midnight for!? I thought you'd do something else to get this job, don't tell me you're giving up this soon!" I yelled at him while he was walking away. He hadn't even told me what he was offering me, not even what he wanted in exchange, the payment. A bussy person like me wouldn't lose time like that if I really didn't want a spy to watch the orcs.

"Do you think I would lose my time like this if I didn't want someone like you? You only have to tell me what you can do, and if you have the qualifications for this job, it will be yours." I added. I expected that to be enough. I had the feeling that he hadn't understood me at all.

[Mojache]

"Well than, you don't need to be so rude about it. You could have just asked for the letter!" said the courier. "Sorry," I replied. I sat at the brewers tavern for a bit, waiting for my drink, thinking about how i was going to slay a dragon. "Ok, a red dragon. Red is fire, and fire melts ice, but water puts out fire." I said to myself. I had a feeling someone was watching me, so i looked around. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. All i saw was the usually commoners, and the occasional mage, archer, or warrior. There was just one mage i saw that seemed different. He wore a loose red robe and some kind of mask-thing. He seemed to be watching me. I tried to ignore it and regain my train of thought.