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Offline Araith

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Dragon Coast
« on: June 12, 2008, 11:16:34 PM »
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History of Dragon Coast:

The history of Dragon Coast is the history of money, particularly the darker-side of the coin. Situated between the inner sea and sword coast. These lands never coalesced into a solid, coherent nation. Instead small petty city-states have risen and fallen, powered by greed and the most powerful merchant or Pirate faction of the day.

As a result, the Dragon Coast has always been the home to the smuggler, the pirate, the rogue, and the hired killer. It has been the place where those seeking to skirt the laws of more civilized nations to the north make landfall. It is here that the Cult of the Dragon launches its plots to the south. And it is here that independent secret societies and assassin guilds have their greatest powers.

The last semblance of organized resistance to this trend was the reign of Verovan, last of the kings of Westgate. The monarchy of Westgate had long worked closely with the various merchantile houseds and petty lords. His sudden and mysterious death without acceptable heirs in year 1248 opened the door for much of what now is commonplace in the Dragon Coast - Corruption and Treachery.

It should be noted that while Verovan's name is still venerated in these lands, better known is Immurk, the greatest of the Inner Sea Pirates, a brash and flamboyant rogue who united a pirate fleet beneath him and ruled from the year 1168 to his death in 1201. Such it is in the Dragon Coast, that good people are venerated, but the power of darker rogues is imitated.
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Dunbarr, the largest port city in Dragon coast was bustling this day. Thousands of people came through Dunbarr each day looking for wares and work. Some find the wares their looking for, some find the work they need, some find death at the hands of thieves, muggers, and assassins. Dunbarr was a busy place; but also a deadly place. The militia are mere puppets of the most powerful thieves and assassins guilds of the time.

But today marked the 50th assassination Araith would complete. Araith looked out over the crowd as they watched the execution unfold. Darion, a high ranking official of the militia, was here to complete the execution of several thieves that had been caught the day before. Darion came into Dunbarr two months ago hired by some rich merchant to try and actually clean up the town. Little did he know how deep the corruption of Dunbarr went.

Araith moved closer to his hit as his long brown hair flowed in the wind. Araith didn't stand out in the crowd in his dark brown tunic. Of average height and build though maybe slightly more muscular Araith weaved through the crowd towards his target. Darion was listing off the crimes of the men to be executed as everyone prepared to watch the executions.

Finally close enough, Araith pulled out his hand crossbow and leveled it on Darion. The crowd was cheering and yelling as Darion reached the apex of his speech condemning the thieves. Click. Araith fired straight at the bare neck of Darion. The poisoned quarrel quickly bore down on the seemingly unsuspecting target. The quarrel got to within inches of the bare neck before...falling to the ground?

"There he is!" yelled Darion as he pointed Araith's way. As he yelled about half the crowd took off their disguises to show who they really were, militia.

Trap?! d**nit! Araith thought to himself as he thought about what to do.

OOC: This is set in a DnD world so those classes and races and weapons please. All welcome.
19:43:31 [Shadoweagle] Heya - your not moderator anymore, Araith?

19:43:40 [Araith] Nope

19:43:50 [Araith] I 'accidentaly' Deleted the site.

19:43:56 [Araith] So I got demoted.

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Re: Dragon Coast
« Reply #1 on: June 13, 2008, 08:43:00 AM »
OOC: Welcome back! Are you driving this RP, or is it more just following on from whatever anyone posts? Any rules/guidelines we should know about?

Araith knew what he was doing; Khalrani would give him that. It actually took the robed man some time to  spot the assassin within the crowd - even at his vantage point, and knowing who he was looking for.
Resting on a bench at the top of a stairwell which led down into the execution square sat what appeared to be a scholar; long-sleeved, darkened robes of a dried-blood colour encased the figure, held by a black cord, and a hooded crimson overcoat sat upon his back and covered his head. The face beneath the hood was just beginning to line and black hair, mottled with various shades of grey suggested an age of mid to late thirties. His left hand was covered with a thin, black leather glove and in that hand rested a small book, opened to a random page. His eyes weren't on the book however - rather they were peeled to the crowd beyond the base of the staircase.

And there he was - the long brown hair; the manner in which he was slowly closing in on Darion through the crowd, and Araiths favoured hand crossbow. Yes - Khalrani knew what to look for - he has had dealings with the assassin before; and had been on the other end of that crossbow more than once. It was nothing personal, of course - all business. The Alaramites(1) and Araiths cabal each had their own way of running their guilds in Dunbarr and on occasion their paths clashed.

That is what made this assignment so interesting to Khalrani, however; He has had many requests to dispose of those like Araith before, but in his history with the Alaramites, this was the first time he has been asked to aid one! And for what? A fresh-in-town militia official, coined by a portly merchant too frightened to deal with his own wares? No - there was something more sinister in the works here; however Khalrani had not been privileged with any backstory. He was simply told by the High-Acolytes of the Alaramites that they had obtained some information about a trap bieng set for a high-profile assassin, and that Khalrani was to aid the man in either escape or completion of his assassination.

"There he is!" yelled Darion, and Khalrani realised that Araith had already made his shot and failed; now he was face-first in a throng of militia and with no apparant backup. Promptly, Khalrani ran a finger along a particular verse in the book he was holding and read it aloud - clearly not the common tongue. There was a second where nothing happened, when the Alaramite thought his spell had failed, but in the next second an audible "screeching" sound could be heard in the execution square and half abruptly began to stumble. Some held their ears in pain; others fell to one knee, disoriented; and some even emptied their stomachs ungracefully.
It was fortunate that Khalrani had the knowledge that there was to be a trap here; and he had set a small trap of his own, arming the area with disorienting wards. He couldn't set off the ones too close to Araith however, or he would be affected too; this also meant that the guards which were close to the assassin weren't touched by the wards either. Additionally, Darion didn't seem to be slowed by his magicks either - perhaps whatever protected him from that bolt was also protecting him from the disorientation. Khalrani stood and waved Araith to him with his ungloved hand, yelling down the stairs, "Come, fool! Fall back and regroup!"
There was still a few unaffected guards between Araith and Khalrani however, and it didn't look as though the red-robed man was interested in doing much more to help out; his place wasn't on the 'front line'.

OOC: Basic crowd control; many guards should be disoriented for a minute or so; though Darion and about half a dozen militia are unaffected.

(1)Alaramites: Although not outlawed in Dunbarr, magic and magic users are seen as 'potentially dangerous' things and are always watched closely by militia, as well as assorted societies and groups. This would simply not do for one arcanist known as Alaram. Thus, in secret he formed the guild of The Alaramites, who on the surface posed as scholars, wearing the scholars traditional clothing and frequenting libraries and other such places. However, in the shadows the Alaramites are actually users of arcane magic who work behind the scenes to both expand their knowledge and to shape the city of Dunbarr to their liking.  They are in control of several minor thieves and assassins guilds (without the guilds bieng aware they are manipulated, of course), and when the time comes to get their hands dirty, they often use these guilds to do the nasty work without having to get involved themselves. Only on very high profile tasks do they use one of their own members, who will try to use his wiles rather than brute force, and tend to use indirect magic which doesn't draw attention to the caster.
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Re: Dragon Coast
« Reply #2 on: June 13, 2008, 05:52:20 PM »
Jachob knew a chance when he saw one, and the attempt on Darion seemed like as good as he'd get.  Taking off at a sprint he leapt off the platform, planning on fleeing with the rest of the crowd, only to see in chagrin as he fell the militia pulling off their disguises.  His flight took him into the crowd, landing on the back of an unsuspecting guard, only to fall prey to the spell that took most of the crowd.

Enraged, the spell taking effect despite his years spent as a Hunter, killing off undesirables such as necromancers and demon-worshippers, he forced himself to his feet and forced his way through the largely disabilitated crowd, making toward the only thing that stood out, a big red blob in the middle of his blurred vision.
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Re: Dragon Coast
« Reply #3 on: June 15, 2008, 06:58:51 PM »
Standing at the edge of the crowd, Merleth stood watching the events unfold.  His own men were in place, and very soon the right moment would come. 

The prisoners began to make a break for it  - unimportant in themselves, but a nice addition to the chaos. 

One of his men caught his eye - and Merleth simply nodded.  The time was now.
   
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Re: Dragon Coast
« Reply #4 on: June 15, 2008, 07:48:53 PM »
...and then there was poor Obos. Something made him empty the contents of his stomach onto the ground and drop the flask he was drinking from while listening to the crimes commited by these thieves. He scrambled around on the ground looking for the flask while wiping the vomit from his mouth. Found it! He stood up, then almost fell down again, still not feeling so good. He let out an acidic burp and trying to get out of the crowd. A lot of Militia men had come from.. somewhere.. and he didn't want to be in their way. He bounced from person to person untill he was at the edge of the crowd, then fell to the ground dry heaving. This was not going to be a good day, he thought and tried to figure out what was going on.
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Re: Dragon Coast
« Reply #5 on: June 17, 2008, 09:55:28 AM »
OOC: I was gone for the weekend but I will edit a post here in a few hours. Thanks for coming along all. I have some ideas for where we can go but I want to leave it up to all of us to make the story. Sorry for the delay.

Oh boy... Araith thought as he saw the militia closing down on him. Darting this way and that he tried to outmaneuver the men trying to catch him. The crowd was in utter chaos and a large portion of the crowd went down holding their ears. Araith didn't know what had caused the extra confusion but he planned on using it to his advantage.

Araith knew they were trying to circle around him. Before moving too far he realized that they had circled him and were closing in. Araith just stood still with his hands in the air as the men continued to get closer. He was surrounded my militia within moments. They yelled at him, "Get on the ground murderer!"

"Well," Araith replied, "you got me." That got a laugh from several of the men standing their about to arrest him. Araith released something from his hand and it dropped straight to the ground. Bam! The area was filled with smoke, the militia hesitated for a second before plunging forward to get Araith only to grap each other. Several yards away Araith laughed. He had heard someone call his name and guessed that the man was responsible for the extra help.

Just as he heard the guards behind him yell, "There he is!" Araith saw the red robed man and took off after him.
« Last Edit: June 18, 2008, 10:33:59 AM by Araith »
19:43:31 [Shadoweagle] Heya - your not moderator anymore, Araith?

19:43:40 [Araith] Nope

19:43:50 [Araith] I 'accidentaly' Deleted the site.

19:43:56 [Araith] So I got demoted.

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Re: Dragon Coast
« Reply #6 on: June 21, 2008, 09:00:57 PM »
Calaban hadn't been expecting anything on the scale of an assassination to happen today but to his wonderful surprise it did. Calaban aleady had a reputation with chaos known in other citys as the wizard theif Calaban already had a 50000 bounty on his head and had caused a entire government to collapse. Legends of his misadventures had described him as an 8 foot brute with skin as dark as night that could walk through walls while in reality he was barely 5 feet tall with a face white as paper, jet black hair and eyes dark as coal. Calaban whispered a small incantation then leaped 20 feet in the air falling right over a group of milita with his knife drawn ready to "introduce" himself to the city.
« Last Edit: June 22, 2008, 11:14:35 AM by brutus_bullworth »
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