The Misadventures of the Missed Adventurers

[narf poit chez BOOM]

:::A dusty road winds it's way through a dark and dangerous stretch of woods. down this road staggers the figure of a fighter. as this figure draws closer, it can be seen that his condition is bad. his armor, leather with studs, bears rips and tears while his sheath is tattered and worn. the sword handle itself is in like condition, and the bow strung accross his back looks as if it would have trouble launching a single arrow. his boots show toes through an opening on the front, and their heels are long gone. the figure itself is hunched over and limping, with an equally ragged pack over his back. The features cannot be made out, as the setting sun is obscured by the surounding trees.
:::Ahead, the haggard individual makes out a clearing and his steps quicken, drawn by the promise of rest. Breaking off the branches that dangle by the road, he approaches and enters the clearing. habitualy finding a spot in the middle of the clearing, where he can watch for danger from all sides, he drops the wood on the ground and drops himself there, whatever energy had kept him upright seemingly spent.
:::Sparks flash of off flint and steel, and soon a glow is spreading over the fuel and the character can be seen to be putting a flask back into his pack. taking, out of the same pack, something that may be a skinned hare, he picks one of the longer and sharper stick out of the edges of the fire, and skewers the meat. taking, also, two forked sticks out of the fire and beating the flames out on the ground, he sets up his scant meal over the fire.

ooc:[woah, i didn't know i could write that good. it sure sounded good when i was writing it, anyway. maybe other people, pehaps lost in the woods, perhaps on the road, will be drawn by the glow of the fire? i saved that one on my computer. ok, i look through it on the forum and it needs paragraphs and everything seems to end to abrubtly. but i didn't know i could first-draft, flow of thought that good. ok, some paragraphs. lets see now...my space disapeared, so i used : doesn't look to bad. as this is the first DO roleplay, all characters should be low-level]

[ June 21, 2003, 01:13: Message edited by: narf poit chez BOOM ]

[David E. Gervais]

Sitting in my humble camp by the waters edge, I watch as the sun sets behind the trees on the far side of the river. As darkness begins to engulf the forest and the moon peeks over the horizon sending white sparkles dancing across the river, I notice a flock of birds spring into the sky startled by something. I scan the surroundings and see a gentle glow eminating from within the forest. I find it strange that someone would make a campfire in the middle of the woods when there is a river so close by. I decide to go take a look at who might be there, before I go I give my stew a stir and check my makeshift oven to see how the fresh bread is comming along. Satisfied that I have enough time to make the short trek I head off into the woods walking towards the soft glow.

As I approach the edge of the clearing I notice a hunched man sitting beside the fire and I must say he sure looks the worse for wear. In a gentle voice I hail the stranger and ask if he is in need of assistance. The man barely has the energy to acknowledge my presence, I tell him that my camp is just a short way from here and that I have a stew and fresh bread cooking and ask if he would like to join me. "It's not good to camp in such an open space, you leave yourself vunerable to attack, come, join me friend. My camp has much better shelter and I would welcome the company."

I wait for the weary adventurer to make his decision,..

[narf poit chez BOOM]

[ooc: reply to follow once narf's brain starts working. just woke up. in the meantime, i probably should have said these woods are very dangerous, why my post was all gloomy and this is close to my first roleplay. weeee!]

the mention of food energises narpichez (nar-pitch-ez) and he heaves himself to his feet. "well, i was hoping to see trouble before it saw me. don't know why i didn't hear that river, though" he says. (ooc: cause he was dead tired and it wasn't right in front of him) "i could use a bite. lets put this out and go. have enough room to cook a rabbit to?" "yes.", answers the stranger. after retrieving his rabbit, they put out the fire by simply scooping dirt over it. as they head through the woods to the riverside, narf says "name's narpitchez. to long. call me narp. what's yours? and what brings you to these woods? decide it couldn't be that dangerous, to?" he cracks a grin.

weeee! what do you think?

[ June 21, 2003, 01:14: Message edited by: narf poit chez BOOM ]

[Akachaki]

This is a great idea , we should creat a real topic only for roleplay, with a name like The Tavern or something like that..

[narf poit chez BOOM]

this is a roleplay topic. please read it before posting.

[David E. Gervais]

"Just call me 'D', and I didn't come to these woods, they came to me." Narp glances at me and looks a bit puzzled by my words. "I guess you didn't notice that these woods are filled with a strange magic." they enter D's camp and Narp is quick to notice the wonderful smell of the stew and fresh bread "mmm, the stew and bread smells great, have a seat, I'll bring you some." Narp is too weary to argue and for some strange reason he feels he can trust this stranger. "A few days ago this was a quiet meadow, then the forest began to move in and late yesterday afternoon the river you see before you bubbled out of the ground." I hand Narp a full plate of stew and half of the loaf of fresh bread. "I believe that the 'Makers' are playing with the land and have some devious plan in the works. I don't know what our role will be, but I do not believe we are here by chance." Narp and 'D are startled to feel the earth shaking and are amazed to see a mountain begin rising out of the ground on the oposite side of the river. "It must be the 'Makers' who else can shape the land at will and cause this kind of chaos? What do you think Narp?"...

[ June 03, 2003, 23:46: Message edited by: David E. Gervais ]