The Darkest Forest

[Fingon888]

In the Castle of Tartros the Order of the Silver Hand was gathered in the central hall. The Order had sent a mass of green recruits from all over Europe and even the United States to the backwater region of Transylvania within the Hapsburg ruled Kingdom of Hungary. All the recruits waited in the hall for the Master of the Transylvanian Chapter to appear and speak before them. Luckily, they did not have long to wait and he soon arrived. The Master introduced himself as Dimitrie Raskolnikov, originally from Moscow. He spoke first of his exploits in the Russian chapter of the Order and how he and a group of fellow hunters defeated an entire witch coven that threatened to destroy the city of Sevastopol. Having the crowd of new hunters thoroughly awed he began his real speech.

"My brothers, we have been sent here with limited resources and an almost impossible mission. This city of Tartros has been cleared and its castle purchased as our base of operations in the Principality. Not only do we face the traditional enemies of the Order: witches, werewolves, liches, and necromancers; but also, a new threat that has just resurfaced. The long thought to be legend race of the vampire has reappeared, with the first confirmed sighting in at least two hundred years in Krakow. I must warn you all that there are rumors in these lands of vampires, but no evidence suggests there are actually any in Transylvania. Furthermore, the records from that time are often vague, mistranslated, or simply gone, so we do not have any solid data on the vampire. It is my hope that we do not encounter any in this land, but if we do we shall face it down like the scourge it is.

In order to begin our cleansing of evil in this land the first task I set to the Order in Transylvania is to secure the city of Pretz and ensure that there is no unholy taint within its walls. It is my hope that we can use Pretz as a launching point into the more densely populated regions of the Principality. Not every Order member should go on this quest, but I recommend a relatively large party with a good mix of specialties. You are dismissed, may God be with you and Angel Michael at your back"

With that the Master of the Order returned to his quarters, leaving the rest of the Order recruits to their business.

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The game is now open for IC's. You may IC about being in the castle or the city of Tartros, which are the only places any character is at right now. Order Deadline will Wednesday at midnight so that you guys can do your IC's and plan a course of action.

 

[Tapscott]

Remembering One’s Roots​

Lorenzo di Valetta kneeled in front of a simple wooden crucifix in his chambers, as he recited the Knight’s Prayer, his mind elsewhere as the words came forth automatically. The Master of the Transylvanian Order had been an inspiring man, if a bit idealistic. Lorenzo may be a knight, but he had never forgotten his past and what he had needed to do to survive. No amount of prayer had seen him be given respite from the suffering he had to endure for years on end, until Jean d’Aubigny had taken him. No, God could not truly be relied on; rather one had to help one’s self if they were to succeed. Standing up, Lorenzo finished the prayer, “Power beyond Power, Pillar of Strength, Refuge of the Homeless, let me serve Thee for all the days of my life! Amen.”

Brushing the dust off his knees, he looked thoughtfully at the crucifix opposite him. While the years prior to his adoption into the Order had been difficult, it would be a lie to say they had been all bad. He had made interesting friends, people who he still kept in contact with today, and learnt many useful skills. Picking pockets discreetly, learning how to quickly escape through back alleys, how one must blend in with a crowd, and, of course, how to hide valuable items on one’s person. Yes, much wisdom had been imparted to him by his unlikely vagabond friends. Smiling to himself, Lorenzo reached into his cloak and produced a small brown pouch. Opening and upturning it on the table next to the crucifix, over a dozen gold coins fell out. Reaching back into his cloak, Lorenzo pulled out a bejewelled bracelet and a small, but well made, oil painting, and put them next to the coins. Quickly counting through the coins, Lorenzo was pleased to note that small act of pickpocketing had resulted in him getting over 15 coins! He felt briefly ashamed about what he had done, but dispelled the feelings with his simple mantra; “God helps those who help themselves.”

Sweeping the coins back into the pouch Lorenzo quickly put it, and his other ill-gotten gains, back into the voluminous depths of his Hospitaller cloak. Turning, and walking, over to his bed, Lorenzo lay down, his mind ablaze as to what needed to be done.

“So, I must either work with the others that came here and cleanse Pretz of any unholy filth that hides there, or go my own way, and seek out evil by myself.”

Scratching his chin, Lorenzo remembered the other people present at the meeting. There had been a lot of people from the New World, and some women. The women did not bother him, after all, when he had been a homeless orphan it had mainly been the lithe and wily girls who would acquire the most food and coin. The people from the New World however… They were different. Strangers to this ancient land, they had no true experience with Europe beyond fairy tales. Their outsiders perspective could be useful, or a liability.

With a shrug, Lorenzo shifted into a more comfortable position, and drifted off into an uneasy, dreamless, sleep.

 

[Afaslizo]

The essence of idealism

So that was it? Hired by a bunch of backwards people believing in hocus pocus like vampires and werewolves and denying the victory of rational thought over the superstition of peasents. Really and here he thought to live in more enlightened times. But maybe those religious types needed that as they were losing their grips on the world. His old professor had been the same, constantly muttering about unholy evils hiding in the woods in Eastern Europe. Bah, how could a man of science even believe that? Listening to all those charlatans and their occultist "truth". It was time to bring civilization out here to the savages. Once roads were laid and the land made servant to man all that would vanish. Vanish like his professor and the other students in fact. Stupid dreamers getting lost in dark woods without reliable maps or orientation tools. Good he was not out there with them else he would rot under a tree soonish.

If this "order" was any worth they wood provide food, maps, local translaters - Sephán only had a smatter of Romanian and Szekelian - equipment and weapons to bring down some of the deers and maybe a bear once in a while. Apart from that he was just in for the money. That was exactly the plan, getting enough money and get out of here again, back to university, finishing studies and getting a decent job. Steam engines were fascinating, they would be his first choice. But there was a thought in his mind, reckless and know-all youth he was. It was somewhat of a dark thought born from his early years of manipulating and framing his sisters. If he could use this superstitious fools to his own ends he could well turn it to his advantage and a short cut to a wealthy, prominent life. The region was rich in untapped ressources and the man who could facilliate them could become powerful.

But best not plan madness, best get out of here. And best not plan too much ahead. Patience, restraint. Getting his small baggage out of the city, where he camped the last days in the backyard of an own woman's hut for services undescribable - but a man had to sleep and eat - Stephán made his way to the catle again to find a room there and maybe mix with those fools coming to hunt down "unholy" threats. What a bunch of bullshit. Maybe there were others in there as well who were just as desperate as him. Someone he could work with, work on.

 

[Teep]

The Melancholy Mind​

As Albert began to clear the cobwebs from one of the laboratories in the Castle Tartros he thought over the speech of the Meister. The state of the room certainly showed the straitened situation the Order found itself living and working in. Hearing of the mysterious beasts and artifacts that pervaded the Transylvanian wilderness from the Meister reminded him of the reason why he had been drawn to the order... the accusations of madness aside.

He had thought that perhaps here he might find a way to bring the love of his life back after hearing of the wonderous powers that slept in the land, powers much greater than his own in chemistry. This was his last chance to bring her back, if he could not do it here then he might as well give up on a quest that others had long ago seen as doomed to fail. He saw a spider trying hard but vainly to escape from his cleaning of the room; seeing it as a fellow dreamer.

Satisfied that the room was clean, he wrote a note upon the door: Albert von Saxe-Coburg und Gotha. He hoped to find some collaborators to work with in the laboratory and to assist him in his quest. Albert sat down to write in his notebook, waiting for others to come down to the laboratories.

 

[EmperorGrimm]

Awake at Tartros Castle

In the haze of his dreams he felt no fear but the world of his dreams was as mysterious as that of his waking life. He awoke after two days of slumber having walked for three days without sleep through the Transyvanian wilderness. Now he was at the castle of Tartros and the city surrounding it was strange and misty. The Order was impoverished and he had been unable to bring his rifle and pistols. All he had was the clothes on his back and his book cataloging the evil that pervaded the South. He took a bath in the old bathing chamber of the castle and put on the fresh clothes provided to him by the Order.

Good and evil were forces that seemed to require one another's existence. He did not regret the monsters he had slaughtered for years in the south but his faith in God was gone. In Europe he began educating himself on the religions of the world, the spirit world, the world of the undead and so forth. His brother could not give up his faith in God, to him he was a soldier of God ridding the world of his enemies. Why did Silas continue fighting? Because it seemed to him beyond anything to be his destiny and he knew there was no turning back. To live a farmer's life, to raise his sisters and brothers, to mingle at plantation balls were an impossibility now.

After dressing himself he went to find something to eat and find out what he was working with. He hoped to find out if the people he was working with were worth their salt.

 

[randakar]

(( I'm going to bow out of this one. Not quite feeling up to this type of game right now. Feel free to use the character as an NPC, though ))

 

[Endovelicus]

Name: Willem van der Waals
Age: 34
Date of Birth: 9th of April, 1816
Place of Birth: Emmeloort, Friesland, the Netherlands
Nationality: Frisian/Dutch
Class: Inventor
Biography:
Born in the small town of Emmeloort on an island in the Zuyder Zee. The Frisians on this small island have always been fighting with and against the water, thus clever ideas were needed to keep the people and animals safe from disasters.
With few resources from the Dutch shared with this small they often had to improvise to work with the resources they had.
With this known, alot of evils have been attempting to take the island over with vile magics, attempting to use the force of nature to strengthen their assaults on the island.

In this town, the young boy Willem, often referred to as Wim instead, as he barely talked to anyone on the island, as he always seemed to be in a hurry with making stuff up, gathering materials, drawings and on and on it went in his daily life.
Over the years, instead of him getting used to the people on the island, the people got used to him, with few people actually started helping him gather resources for great ideas, and also create ideas together with him, however as Willem was very egocentric and eccentric, he wanted the ideas to be his, not shared.
This caused the people slowly but surely to leave him be himself, and leave him to fend for himself once again.

Alot of years later, all alone, Willem was walking around the beaches of the island looking for resources, when a huge wave formed and swept him off the beach, into the Zuyder Zee, yelling and screaming, no one seemed to notice him, he kept drifting away from the island.
He quickly started to get exhausted from keeping himself up and floating, trying to find something to hang on to.
Just as he began getting to exhausted to continued swimming a mist dawned around him and suddenly he got grabbed by an arm, pulled into a boat and heard someone speaking with which seemed to be an English accent: ''To the Order base, now!''
From this day on Willem was taken into the Order, he has now been here for a while, as he had no way to go back home yet with no money to travel with, he did however get the chance to keep his exploring and invention nature going within the Order of the Silver Sword's vicinity.

 

[Maelvona]

Arnkil walked among the castle walls, built centuries past perhaps... The walls were growing mold and there were many cracks. He looked out an arrow-slit down onto the city. They said it was tainted.... Yes, they. That "Master" was quite queer.... He remembered the ridicilous way he spoke, as if everyone here were doing the lord's work themselves. No, they were just pawns, lost in their own ideals. He could see past this scheme, perhaps this Order of the Silver Hand could come into prominence... But only if the threat grows of course, and they shape up and start acting like real military orders.

Their delusional goals will be the end of them, he knew. Walking up the steps, so many darn steps... He decided his first impressions of this castle were poor at best, disastrous at worse. A guard was guarding his door, as guards usually do. But this was his door. To his room. He shifted and tried to just grab the handle, however the soldier was faster and grabbed his hand in a tight grip.

"Pah! Get out of the way you dirty hun.." he threw back his hand and looked at the soldier with contempt, these Hungarians were smelly as the tales said. Or perhaps he was Romanian, calling themselves directly related to old rome... Such silly Southerners, and their queer cultures. He did not care that much however, and focused on the man before him, perhaps of an age of thirty.. Well-built and fully armoured, if a fight would break out it would not last long...

"This corridor is blocked off, sir. It will be fully cleaned and prepared for the night however. Perhaps you should go to town. Sir." Either he was a genius at acting and hiding his emotions... But more likely he was just a fool and did not understand the insult. Arnkil squinted and nodded, preferring not to speak to brutes for longer then he has too. Quickly turning, and walking back down the numerous steps.. His mind began to rethink his stealthy way of getting in the castle, he did not want any to know him before he first met them. To be on the offensive was best, for it will be a luxury that will not last forever... What was the mission? To Pretz? Perhaps he could find what he was looking for there, because Tartros would never have what he wanted.. It was too clenched in this pious order, before he knew it however he was at the gates. Well, might as well start somewhere he thought.. and with that, he was out the door.

 

[bakerydog]

After listening to the Masters speech Father Price decided to venture out of the Castle but first he wanted to go to his room to get a few items. While walking up the steps to the castle chambers he saw the man Arnkil walking down the steps with an expression of dismay on his face. No matter though Father Price made it to the chambers to see a guard outside his chamber, curious he asked why he was there. According to the guard he would not allow him in because the room need a tidying up for the night. Though the objects he wanted from his room were holy and were very important to his work with God. Father Price's response was "Unless ye would want to go down'er I would let a priest into for his holy affects." After hearing this the guard quickly let him in after hearing he was a priest though why the guard was Catholic he did not know. Reaching into his trunk he opened the secret compartment and the bottom and took out his bible and silver crucifix. Opening his coat he put both on the inside part and walked out the door noticeably different than when before he had both of his holy items vital to his preaching of god. Walking out of the castle he sensed some some slightly holy energy following him but since it was so little he decided to ignore it. When outside he noticed the areas around the castle were beautiful but the more you got away from the castle the less of God's best life were. When near the city he detected no holiness at all within the city except possibly members of the Order. But either way he had decided to venture into the city to see if there was any work of God to be done within....

 

[Endovelicus]

Willem scratches his head after the speech, wondering what the ''Master'' was talking about.
''I definitely have to learn this language their speaking here.'' He says to himself as he starts walking toward his asigned room.
Lost in thoughts about what the speech could've been about, he seems to be the last one to arrive in the corridor, the guards even seem to have left after the last few people got stopped.
''Okay, will I do?'' he once again says to himself. He decides to go explore the town, maybe he could even come up with more ideas for inventions, seeing what the locals could use to make their life that much easier.
He grabs his notebook and pencil out of his drawer in his desk, and looks at the dagger on his desk. ''Will I need my useless old dagger today?''
He looks out of his door which is still open and sees that most people seem to have left the corridor already, ready to explore the town and castle.
Willem decides to leave his dagger on the desk, starts hastely walking out of his room, closes the door behind him and looks down from the halls on the courtyard and sees the last people leave the castle.
Willem quickly makes his way down, runs onto the courtyard, only to find no one there anymore, he asks one of the guards who the last man leaving was ''Rory Price, though he seems to dislike being called that.'' the guard said, then Willem decides to quickly run outside to find this man which he saw.
After a few minutes of walking through town looking for this man, he suddenly saw the man walking through town and started to slowly follow him, to see what he would be up to...

 

[aedan777]

Kacper strolled down the halls of the castle. All the people here were fanatics and fools, having chosen for whatever reason to come to this forsaken land. The master being another self-important Russian was merely the latest of Kacper's angers. It could only have been worse if it had been one of those insipid Austrians- Kacper was promptly seized by pain as thoughts not his own rushed through his head.

"Release your hatred." said the voice of an old man, conveying meaningless 'wisdom.

"Submit to the will of the Order." said the nasally voice of a young zealot, bursting with contempt.

"KILL THEM ALL!" said a voice shrieking at a distorted pitch, unrecognizable and alien to Kacper.

Kacper returned to his senses in a tower of the castle overlooking the town below. The conditioning was going to take a while to get used to, though the pain this time was less than before. He had let those thoughts enter his head without thinking. Kacper shuddered to think what would happen if he met one of them in the flesh.

Kacper sighed as he looked over the town. He would need to work with at least some of the fools for now. He suspected that Prest would be more of a threat then many others seemed to think. Much though he dreaded it he would have to go and talk to some of them. He shuddered to think of it.

 

[Terraferma]

Reconnaissance

Witches. Werewolves. Vampires. Monsters.

That’s what was on the lips of many throughout the central hall especially after the speech given by the chapter master. Mr. Balthier Ravenholt had listened to the man’s every word drinking it all up. There was still a part of him wondering why he had ventured here at all, but then that is what he always asked himself within his mind. And he always found his answer: Adventure. However, there was more to this Transylvania trot than meets the eye. No longer was he indulging in the so called luxuries that the best cities of Europe had to offer. No longer were his opponents and adversaries boredom, pessimism, pride and angry drunken men. Oh no, if any of this is to be believed, he would find much more than adventure in such a dark, impoverished corner of the Hapsburg Empire. He would find death. It mattered not, for man was born alone and died alone and despite not being a holy man Balthier knew if it was his time, it was his time.

However, he was one to always try to cheat death.

Peering at several of the so called raw recruits he decided to leave what little he brought to the castle of Tartros in his room and venture out into the surrounding city. Might as well get to know the surroundings or so he told himself. So as to not make the wrong impression he had forgone any requests or queries for alcohol at the castle and decided to take his chances at the local tavern. He had next to no knowledge of the area and his tongue was fairly limited when it came to conversations with locals, however, it was his nature to always dive right in. It was something he learned since he first set foot in continental Europe. Looking at all the townsfolk go about their sad, miserable existence hoping to sliver out a meager living completely oblivious as to the “other world”, Balthier tugged on his cloak hiding his face inside the hood. It was already getting late but it was not the dark he feared.

“Oh don’t worry old boy…You always did have a knack for finding the spirits.”

 

[Tapscott]

Better to Work with Others… Especially When One’s Face May Be Eaten​

Lorenzo di Valetta yawned, and stretched, squinting as the sunlight of a new morning filtered into his room. The last few days had been uneventful, and it had become increasingly obvious that the many summoned to Tastros Castle came mainly because of their own private interests, rather than any fanciful notion of doing good by working with the Order. Pushing himself off his bed, Lorenzo blearily looked around the room, searching for where he had left his clothes. Spotting them in a mess by the large mirror, Lorenzo stumbled over to them and haphazardly got dressed. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he examined himself in the mirror. Staring back at him was a strong-looking Knight Hospitaller. Of course, if he was to remove his robes, he would be looking at, what can only be called, an average looking man. There was nothing extraordinary of his appearance; he was neither handsome nor hideous. Even the thick moustache that he sported above his upper lip did nothing to add or diminish his appearance. His complexion was slightly ruddy, as if he had once spent much time out in the Sun but had since forsaken such an experience, and his build was only slightly above that of the average man. Fitting in, in Transylvania, shouldn’t be too difficult. Unless he had to speak their language of course, in which case he was liable to inadvertently insult their mother. Lorenzo grimaced as he remembered the amount of times he had caused a fight by butchering the little Hungarian he knew. As for when he tried his hand at speaking Romanian, well, suffice to say he had felt like he had strained his throat.

Lorenzo wiped the dust off his robes, examined himself in the mirror one more time, strapped on his sword and stepped outside his quarters. Striding down the hallways Lorenzo paid little attention to the servants scurrying about, aside from absently-mindedly picking the occasional pocket, eventually finding his way to the main dining hall. Seeing the hall was bereft of any other ‘adventurers’, Lorenzo sat down on the comfiest looking chair, and waited. Best to work with some other people, he mused to himself, lest the locals get upset and try to kill me… again. Besides, if it turns out there are werewolves in Pretz, I’d much rather someone else had their face eaten in place of my own.

Staring blankly at the ceiling, Lorenzo waited for anyone else to show up.

((In summary, Lorenzo is looking to work with other adventurers to go to Pretz.

Also, how do orders work in this game? I don't see any explanation.))

 

[Terraferma]

Morning Hello

Mr. Ravenholt made his way into the great dining hall still wearing his cloak, rumor has it that he had just returned to the castle. Was he out all night? Peering around he saw that many of the new occupants of the castle were either out and about in the early morning hours or were trying to catch some extra sleep while they still could.

His eyes came across one person in particular.

"Ah."

Moving on over while the the man seemed to be staring up at the ceiling, Balthier took a seat opposite of him greeting him with a rather cheery voice.

"Good morning. I take it you slept well?"

Eventually Balthier would reveal that he lucked out fairly early in locating the tavern, having a few pints throughout the night while trying to get a feel for the locals.

(That will make it 2 I think, mate.)

 

[Tapscott]

Morning Hello

Mr. Ravenholt made his way into the great dining hall still wearing his cloak, rumor has it that he had just returned to the castle. Was he out all night? Peering around he saw that many of the new occupants of the castle were either out and about in the early morning hours or were trying to catch some extra sleep while they still could.

His eyes came across one person in particular.

"Ah."

Moving on over while the the man seemed to be staring up at the ceiling, Balthier took a seat opposite of him greeting him with a rather cheery voice.

"Good morning. I take it you slept well?"

Eventually Balthier would reveal that he lucked out fairly early in locating the tavern, having a few pints throughout the night while trying to get a feel for the locals.

(That will make it 2 I think, mate.)

Lorenzo blinked, and looked across at the Englishman. Nodding in greeting, Lorenzo was glad that it was another European sitting opposite him, instead of those stranger people from the New World.

"Yes, I slept quite well. I am hopeful more people will eventual arrive here, so we can properly plan our expedition to Pretz."

Lorenzo's gaze again became rather glazed, as his mind wandered off elsewhere, letting the voice of the chatting Englishman wash over him.

((So now there's 2! Let's see if more will join our merry little band! ))

 

[Plutonium95]

James sat in his dimly lit room, studying the ancient crossbow that the Order had provided him. He had never even seen one before, much less fired it, but somehow they expected him to hunt dangerous monsters. He had been furious to have to abandon his pistols when he entered the country, but for a military order to give him a weapon that had fallen out of favor centuries ago was simply insulting. He pondered what a new revolver would even cost, ten dollars? An unskilled laborer could make that in under a week.

As he thought back to the meeting in the central hall, he decided he wasn't particularly fond of Dimitrie. While James spoke only some of the language, which he had silently thanked Roland for teaching him, it was clear that the man had expected everyone to be impressed with the rambling stories of his exploits. James had chosen to use the time to examine the other members of the Order who had crowded into the hall. He had expected to see people from all over the western world, after all he had been sent from America, but the women surprised him, and he hoped they would not be involved in any of the fighting that was bound to take place. Still, he did see some men who seemed like they would prove capable, and even noticed another American in the group, which had pleased him.

James placed the unfamiliar weapon under his bed next to a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo, a gift from his wife, as he put out the room's one lantern. He figured that he would travel to Pretz to earn his keep, though looking around his room, he imagined it couldn't be very expensive. But to do that he would have to learn how to use the crossbow they had decided to give him, which meant he needed practice. He moved onto the bed, his back to the wall and hand on the knife at his waist, and drifted into a sleep plagued by werewolves and body parts.

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Thwack

James stood in the courtyard of the castle with his unloaded crossbow aimed at a nearby dummy. He had woken up early, long before sunrise, and went with his new weapon to practice. Roland had always said that such practice was much more effective before the sun rose, because darkness was the element of their enemies. James supposed he was right, but figured he must have looked like a fool shooting at a dummy in the dark.

Now, James walked to the dummy to see where he had hit it, his light cotton shirt doing little to protect against the wind. He scratched his beard and adjusted the brim of his hat as he got closer to the dummy. For the most part he had at least hit it with his past shots, but this time the bolt was buried almost dead center. His lips curled into a slight smile as he admired his work, pleased with his progress. He wasn't nearly done of course, his reload time was still atrocious and he took too long to aim, even if he was eventually finding his mark.

He pulled the bolt from the tightly packed hay and and added it to the quiver hanging from his jeans onto his hip. He paced back to his firing position and reloaded, cursing the clumsy mechanism and rusted pieces as he did. He aimed, and pulled the trigger almost simultaneously as he forced himself to do it faster. The bolt flew through the air, over the dummy, and into the nearby wood pile.

Thunk

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James prepared to head back up to his room once the sun began to rise. After succeeding in breaking the small number of bolts he had brought with him, he had decided to take a run through the city. It hadn't been particularly impressive, but it was his home for now, and it was nice enough. He decided that he would have to take the time to visit it during the day. When he returned to the castle, he gathered his supplies and headed back into the main building.

He stopped quickly in the main dining hall where he saw the knight, which he hadn't even known still existed, and the Englishman chatting. He heard something about planning the expedition to Pretz as he made himself coffee. The idea made him laugh under his breath. They would go and look for monsters and kill them if they found any, there didn't seem to be much to plan.

He walked out of the dining hall, nodding to the two men as he did, and into the kitchen, intending to use the servant staircase to get to his room quicker. As he entered the staircase however, he ran into a servant girl. He helped her back to her feet and apologizing as he did, when he noticed that despite her plain clothes, she was very attractive. He laughed and took his hat off before introducing himself in weak Hungarian. The girl blushed and looked away as he did, before quietly giving her own name in response. James smiled at that, he may have lived a harder life than some, but he had always been described as handsome, even with the occasional scar.

Without a word, he took the blushing girl's hand and led her up the staircase to his room. She giggled as he playfully threw her onto the bed and kicked the door shut, before beginning to remove his shirt to reveal his muscled torso.

 

[KID_one]

Name: Richard Du Couteau
Age: 21
Date of Birth: 1.1.1829
Place of Birth: Augsburg
Nationality: Bavarian
Class: Duelist
Biography: will follow as soon as posible

 

[Fingon888]

In case you guys are having trouble with orders I have some instructions/suggestions. You will send my an order that tells me what you want your character to do this turn. The possibilities are limitless, but it must be within reason. Some things people should order is: clear the small dungeon and the edge of Tartros City, search for rumors about monsters in Dayla Village, go to the market. All these are great things to do.

 

[Sneakyflaps]

I had traveled a long time by now, thinking back on the trip it had been fun. The Princess of Prussia she had a great ass and held a great feast, and the countess of countess of Miskolc she had great breasts and a very cute face, they had been great fun during the travel, I had left Britain a month ago and it had been a very varied experience, in France and Prussia the roads where fine to travel, but here the roads for a carriage where just terrible. I looked out and saw a small village that we were approaching, it was getting dark and we traveled past it, until we met an inn. I was reading the papers my uncle had given me saying “In the name of the order, Transylvania is in need of our help and we cannot deny them, there have been reports of strange activities and I hereby order you to travel there. Signed Edward Davill, Headmaster of the order of the United Kingdom” as we reached the inn I signaled the carriage to stop and went out to stretch my leg before going inside to see two people sitting inside talking rather loudly.

 

[Endovelicus]

After following Rory for a few minutes now, Willem lost track of him in the sudden crowds that sprung up around town, he started feeling uncomfortable in the crowds. Willem started walking slower, people started pushing him out of their way to get where they wanted go to, some people even started cursing and yelling at him. ''I should've taken my dagger with me.'' He silently whispers to himself. Out of the distance a few rascals started screaming at him, as to them he looked very weak and vurnerable, they started making their way over to him. Willem noticed this too late however, as they had managed to make their way through the crowds to him, dragging him out of the crowds into a small corridor and threathening him with stuff he couldn't understand a word of. Willem looks around corridor to weapon himself with, he catches notice of some planks of wood, with all the force he has, he pushes the rascals off of him and with his quickest reaction reaches for a plank of wood. The other men seemed amazed by the fact he could actually push them away, especially by the looks of him after all the stress. Whilst they were still seemingly struck by what happened, Willem pushed some of them out of the way and the last guy tried to grab him but failed. Willem quickly threw the wooden plank behind him, hitting one of the men, but the others started chasing him. He looked for a place to hide, and saw the Inn across the long street, he quickly started making his way there.