((Although written in present tense, RP story depicts events of days past, as to not interfere with anyones ability to be IG because of it.))
Nights in Trollsbane had been particularly quiet in recent weeks. The days were filled with oddities such as undead attacks spurred on by Retlak, or fires being set in the shop and northern gate.
Amongst the darkness, lights from windows and torches scatter their light amongst the town. Inside the tavern, two figures remain after all others [aside from Borgate] have left.
The two sit quietly on the low stools at the bar itself. It was a place Fooser had seen quiet a lot of recently. He had done very little since he decided to leave as 'King'. From there he knew little of where he wished his life to go, so he drank, and smoked, and drank some more. Eventually he realized things had to change, and began working on a venture amongst all his drinking time, gathering ideas, materials, and people, to create a group.
That was how the odd pair originally met. Inside the tavern nights ago, a meeting by chance, actually. A simple offer of a drink fully sparked and fed the idea to do something more, and the man sitting next to him, Wolfe Slate, was that person.
Fooser, a lizard of medium stature, dark green scales, and dark eyes, sits close by on the next stool to Wolfe. They keep their heads down speaking quietly. Borgate walks lazily around the tavern, slowly putting out candles, preparing to close for the night.
The lizard, who wears normal work clothes, and a single thin sword at his side, leans over to Wolfe, his bottle of Mead splashes inside of the bottle, and whispers to him:
"I think Borgate will ask us to leave soon. Puts us back out on the street, eh?"
He winks, looking over his shoulder at the dwarf.
Birth of Friends, and Foes
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Birth of Friends, and Foes
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Wolfe merely nodded and took another swig from the mead. Nights ago he'd met Fooser, and now they were discussing the idea of Fooser's which had sprang up from a small discussion.
Wolfe being of average size and height, with dark hair and eyes seemed to fit the profile of a mugger if ever there was one. Yet in his whispers with the lizard, it turned out no such thing was true.
Together the both spoke of this idea, both adding in their own thoughts and suggestions. Finally forming the base.
It was beginning to get late and Wolfe finished his mug and slid it down to Borgate with a slight nod. Looking to his side at Fooser he inquired in a low tone if they should leave and go elsewhere to speak. Waiting for the lizard's reply he flung his cloak about him and fastened it.
Wolfe being of average size and height, with dark hair and eyes seemed to fit the profile of a mugger if ever there was one. Yet in his whispers with the lizard, it turned out no such thing was true.
Together the both spoke of this idea, both adding in their own thoughts and suggestions. Finally forming the base.
It was beginning to get late and Wolfe finished his mug and slid it down to Borgate with a slight nod. Looking to his side at Fooser he inquired in a low tone if they should leave and go elsewhere to speak. Waiting for the lizard's reply he flung his cloak about him and fastened it.
"Farewell Borgate. Thanks for another good night."
"Arr....?"
The lizards stands up, throwing up his hood before dropping a few extra coins on the counter. He takes a first step to move, he wobbles about a bit, then stops moving, widening his eyes a little at his current state. He then shrugs this off and moves to the door, carrying an empty mead bottle with him.
The two figures move about silently through the town, passing the well, then the shop, and even past the north gate. They end up outside of Trollsbane, right along the road itself. Various types of trees sway with the wind, giving the impression of figures moving about in the night.
Fooser takes unsteady steps forward on the stone road, glancing to either side. Suddenly he stops abruptly on the path, still a good distance away from the northern brige. He taps on Wolfe to stop also, pointing silently to a moving figure ahead.
The lizard squints his eyes, trying to see through the darkness. After a few moments he nods his head, moving closer. His eyes follow a single skeleton moving back and forth aimlessly, as if it had no mind at all (which is probably the case). Fooser taps his foot on the ground to see if he can gain its attention. It just keeps pacing back and forth. Fooser raises a brow at the undead creature before them, clearing his throat loudly, further hoping to see if its attention can be gained.
He glances over to Wolfe and shrugs, giving off an odd look. He gazes back at the mindless skeleton. His voice sounds out timidly.
"....How did you get here?"
He pulls his head back, waiting for an answer, but none comes. He raises one brow, then the other, while looking at it. He looks back to his partner again and shrugs, still gripping the mead bottle tightly.
"Arr....?"
The lizards stands up, throwing up his hood before dropping a few extra coins on the counter. He takes a first step to move, he wobbles about a bit, then stops moving, widening his eyes a little at his current state. He then shrugs this off and moves to the door, carrying an empty mead bottle with him.
The two figures move about silently through the town, passing the well, then the shop, and even past the north gate. They end up outside of Trollsbane, right along the road itself. Various types of trees sway with the wind, giving the impression of figures moving about in the night.
Fooser takes unsteady steps forward on the stone road, glancing to either side. Suddenly he stops abruptly on the path, still a good distance away from the northern brige. He taps on Wolfe to stop also, pointing silently to a moving figure ahead.
The lizard squints his eyes, trying to see through the darkness. After a few moments he nods his head, moving closer. His eyes follow a single skeleton moving back and forth aimlessly, as if it had no mind at all (which is probably the case). Fooser taps his foot on the ground to see if he can gain its attention. It just keeps pacing back and forth. Fooser raises a brow at the undead creature before them, clearing his throat loudly, further hoping to see if its attention can be gained.
He glances over to Wolfe and shrugs, giving off an odd look. He gazes back at the mindless skeleton. His voice sounds out timidly.
"....How did you get here?"
He pulls his head back, waiting for an answer, but none comes. He raises one brow, then the other, while looking at it. He looks back to his partner again and shrugs, still gripping the mead bottle tightly.
From the darkness, a crack is heard. Small glints of light flicker off the mace's head as it flies through the air. Another glint flickers in the darkness, and seems to be knocked back. Struggles from an elf can be heard as he picks himself up and clears his throat.
He raises the mace easily up to 12 feet and brings it back down.
He raises the mace easily up to 12 feet and brings it back down.
The lizards confused look continues on as a new figure jumps in, seemingly out of nowhere, and struggles with the undead skeleton on the street. He winces at the sounds of struggle, then begins to move forward casually, his steps still wobble a bit to both sides. When he gets close enough he realizes who this new person is and smirks. He slowly takes out his long, thin sword and thrusts it at the skeleton, it goes right through it's ribs and gets caught inside of its rib cage. Fooser tries to wiggle it out as the skeleton continues facing the other way, at Maoqi. He keeps wiggling the sword out, ducking as a mace swings past just above him.
crack
The skeletons head pops off from one last hard strike with Maoqi's mace, it falls to the ground and rolls past Fooser. His attention shifts from his sword to the skull as it rolls by, his eyes follow it closely.
"Oooh..."
The skull finally stops a few feet behind the lizard.
"Sorry about that.." He says with fake sincerity.
He turns his head back to the skeleton's body, which fell to the ground moments before, the sword still stuck inside. Fooser merely sighs and looks up at the elf in front of him.
"A mace, eh? Not kicking and punching people anymore?"
The skeletons head pops off from one last hard strike with Maoqi's mace, it falls to the ground and rolls past Fooser. His attention shifts from his sword to the skull as it rolls by, his eyes follow it closely.
"Oooh..."
The skull finally stops a few feet behind the lizard.
"Sorry about that.." He says with fake sincerity.
He turns his head back to the skeleton's body, which fell to the ground moments before, the sword still stuck inside. Fooser merely sighs and looks up at the elf in front of him.
"A mace, eh? Not kicking and punching people anymore?"
"Everyone alright, yes?"
Fooser lets go of the sword handle, it remains stuck in the disorganized pile of bones. He looks from the monk, then to Wolfe behind them.
"And I'm doing good, Maoqi...I think."
He remains kneeling, looking from one side of the road to the other, watching the bushes and trees to see if any other figures can be made out. Perhaps this was just an isolated case.
Fooser lets go of the sword handle, it remains stuck in the disorganized pile of bones. He looks from the monk, then to Wolfe behind them.
"And I'm doing good, Maoqi...I think."
He remains kneeling, looking from one side of the road to the other, watching the bushes and trees to see if any other figures can be made out. Perhaps this was just an isolated case.
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"Of course."
The lizard sighs, looking around, the breeze comes by gently again, the branches and bushes sway along with it. He continues thinking about how odd it was a single skeleton would be there. A work of Retlak? Something else?
Wolfe's voice still rings inside of his head "It was only one", Fooser almost seems dazed for a moment before snapping out of it at the sound of yet another new voice.
"No, not just one."
Fooser flinches, perhaps recognizing the sound. He looks at the other two helplessly before multiple dark figures jump out from the darkness, one even jumping down from a tree. They run up to the trio out in the open, their weapons drawn as they approach.
His eyes widen quickly as he turns and grabs on to the sword still stuck in the ribs of the dead skeleton. He grabs on to it and begins shaking it violently, but it fails to come free. He continues doing this, getting more violent each attempt. The masked figures just watch the lizard, looking at eachother in confusion, letting out laughs. Fooser stops and lets go of the sword handle, frowning.
The lizard sighs, looking around, the breeze comes by gently again, the branches and bushes sway along with it. He continues thinking about how odd it was a single skeleton would be there. A work of Retlak? Something else?
Wolfe's voice still rings inside of his head "It was only one", Fooser almost seems dazed for a moment before snapping out of it at the sound of yet another new voice.
"No, not just one."
Fooser flinches, perhaps recognizing the sound. He looks at the other two helplessly before multiple dark figures jump out from the darkness, one even jumping down from a tree. They run up to the trio out in the open, their weapons drawn as they approach.
His eyes widen quickly as he turns and grabs on to the sword still stuck in the ribs of the dead skeleton. He grabs on to it and begins shaking it violently, but it fails to come free. He continues doing this, getting more violent each attempt. The masked figures just watch the lizard, looking at eachother in confusion, letting out laughs. Fooser stops and lets go of the sword handle, frowning.