The citadel of Strolen is truly a wondrous place. People arrive in it from all dimensions, and are not forced to stay at all, though many do simply due to the pleasantness of it. It is a tranquil nexus, where the denizens happily converse with each other and share imaginitive ideas and their brilliance. Many who enter this nexus take up the occupation of bieng scribes, wherein they write on a magical papyrus (devised by the lord Strolen), descriptions of various objects and ideas, and store them in the few buildings which accomodate them: The Items library; the Characters Sanctuary; the Settings Museum; and the Ideas guild.
These scribes have the ability to invoke the powers of these scrolls at will - calling upon Items for them to use, or summoning creatures for aid or protection. Sending people to various settings or changing a characteristic of someone by invoking the powers of an idea. The use of these scrolls are very taxing, however, and only two or three may be used in the period of a day, lest one render themselves in a comatose state for months on end. Once a scroll is invoked, it will magically burn away to nothing until a scribe gets ahold of the weapon, person, setting or idea, and uses the powers given by their benevolant lord 'Strolen', to reverse the effects, once again placing it back in written word to be stored again.
Yes, this nexus is truly a terrific place where, dispite the occasional roudy individuals which take up residence, everybody gets along harmoniously.
But then, One cannot own paradise, without others trying to take it for their own.
From other dimensions in this vast, vast universe, comes others occasionally - not to take up residence and stay under the rule of Strolen and his select few lords, but who are jealous of the greatness in the citadel, and choose to raid the town to try and thieve the valuable stores of knowledge in each of those buildings. These evil biengs can be of all shapes and sizes, from furballs, to mighty dragons. Usually, they are of little problem, as they are disorganised and can be beaten back using the power of the scrolls, but What if, one day, a rival nexus (not as powerful as Strolens citadel, of course, but still powerful) were to form a group or clan of some sort and invade? How would the people of this Citadel hold together? What tricks will they use? What scrolls will they invoke? Should one destroy the 'overmind' of this group, of course, the rest of the forces would fall into disarray and become confused - therefore making it little trouble to dispatch the remainder of the army.
All Characters must play as themselves - not to pick out anyone specifically but if, for example, you happen to be a penguin in some fool costume... lets say a pirate costume... that would be your physical makeup Or if you happened to be a large dragon taking residence in a barn? Thats what you would be.
But penquins can be wily and sneaky, and underestimated, and dragons can be too large for their own good at times...
Plus the physical powers of people doesnt matter too much when they have the power of the scrolls to use, not to mention the several magi within the Citadel who have access to their powers to an extent.
The black-robed figure of shadoweagle smiled faintly as he dipped the tip of his raven-feathered quill into the inkpot, then wrote the last few words in an elagent, flowing text onto the magical papyrus, signing his name and thusly labelling it his creation. Aah, The gloves of the soul-mage, It will be interesting to see how the other denezins of the citadel will react to this item. Shadoweagle shifted back in his seat, exhaling in pleasure as he allowed the soft talk of the several people in the tavern to wash over him. Yes, he was new to this place, but he felt he was slowly adjusting to it - enjoying it and growing accustomed to the life. He had only written up some six or so scrolls, but he felt he was getting the hang of it quite rapidly.
Shadoweagle rolled up the scroll and studied it in pleasure. Yes, this was certainly a good life. His gaze now shifts over to the other people in the Tavern, some drinking a mug of grog, some just chatting to each other, sharing thoughts and ideas between each other to create the best solutions. Shadoweagle grabbed his scroll and pushed back his chair, standing - time to place this in the archives for items.
Shadoweagle had not taken more than one step before he halted, blinking. What was that most odd sensation gripping upon the stores of his magic? ... Abruptly, in the center of the tavern, a vertical slit in the very fabric of reality cleaved across the empty space in the pub, before a pair of hands slipped through the thin hole made and tore that slit open - as though someone on the other side of a sheet of material had cut and ripped through. A grubby little goblin leapt forth from that hole in reality, jumping from a distorted world through into the citadel. The goblin was small and wiry, though slightly muscled. It wore nothing but a plain, brown loincloth covering its lower regions, and it held in its hand a shortsword, simple in design, though a thick, black grease-like substance was smeared along its edge - poison, obviously.
The goblins face seemed to register surprise for a moment - as though it had ended up in a place it didnt mean to end up in - but its features quickly turned menacing as it glared at the random occupants of the tavern before screeching to the room in general "This citadel will soon be ours, along with the power it holds! Our great leader Khantrith will see to it!" Upon the utterance of these words, Shadoweagle abruptly felt the disturbance of magic once more, though not quite as strong - seems more of these strange 'portals' were bieng opened all throughout the area... Directly after the goblin spoke its words in its high-pitched tone, it launched itself towards the nearest of the occupant of the tavern, poisoned sword swinging towards the persons midsection.
[OOC]People may post their attempted attacks and dodges in their posts, and the GM's will decide whether it hit or miss.Additionally: Try to be at least semi-realistic. For an example - dont cast huge spells with the flick of a hand, take a couple posts to 'charge it up' or whatever. Have fun.[/OOC]