[quote="QUEST STATUS"] [b]Food remaining: [/b] Your food remaining/ Your total food value from all party members added. [b]YOUR HP:[/b] Your knight's current HP [/quote]
"WHAT HO!" Robert cried out, his hand resting at his cheek to enhance the sound so that it echoed perfectly against the mountainside and came back around for him. He giggled - which was a frighteningly childish sound for someone so hell-bent on being manly - and took another few steps on the rocky terrain. They'd barely made it out of the castle, and already he felt the swell of adventure lifting his spirits. It was almost enough to make him forget that the whelp had joined them on this adventure!
"WHAT HO!" He screamed again, clapping his hands in delight as the sound of his own voice came back to greet him.
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My character's name: Robert Morris Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24688713 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER The thud you are now hearing is the sound of ladies around the world swooning, and Sir Robert is not sorry. With a broad chest and muscular arms, he embodies strength and power, enough to wield his massive greatsword, [ THUNDERFURY, BLESSED BLADE OF THE WINDSEEKER ]. It's his duty to seek the greatest of glory, even if he has to save every single damsel in distress all at once with his hand tied behind his back and his eyes closed. He'll do it, you know. He totally will. Physical Description: Sir Robert is draped in glistening knightly battle gear, covered by a silk robe that looks way too expensive for actual fighting, but that's fine - he dramatically rips it off before a fight anyway. This is immediately followed by a slow motion whip of his lustrous man of gold hair, that always seems to be blowing charmingly in the wind that doesn't necessarily exist.
Even indoors. HorseShire Horse named Galaxy Rank of character apprentice-knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
The tome had been lost, and her arm had nearly been pulled out of her socket, but she was apparently going on an adventure. For the King. To find the King?
There was no telling, honestly. The only thing that was certain was that the sun-knight was being very loud, which her ears were not finding particularly appealing at the moment.
"You are hurting me," Mildred quietly protested, attempting to cover her ears as best she could.
Dillon wondered why he was stuck with this company for this expedition.
What started off as a simple discussion about books had turned into some sort of contest. The truth was that he did find the lady rather attractive, but ah, there were much more important things to be done. He had to admit to feeling a little sour for noticing how Robert had held her hand in the room though.
The sound of Robert's booming voice echoing through the mountains earned him an irritated click of the tongue.
“I do think this expedition calls for some measure of stealth, don't you think?” he called out at the tall man as he caught up to them.
“Ah and I must apologize for the late introduction,” he turned to Mildred with a soft smile, “I am Dillon, and you might be -?”
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: YOUR HP: 30
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1Total: 1 (1-4)
Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 9:18 pm
His joyful mood was dampened with the other man's voice, and he darkened at the tone. "Do not presume to give me lectures on how to quest, flea." He growled, storming ahead - quieter this time. "There is no need for stealth when we fly with the King's colors. The world must know there are still warriors prepared to fight! We are status symbols! We are hope! We are - "
He slid, almost completely vertical, until he could stop himself with the heel of his boots. Several rolls in his pack continued the journey, however, until they could no longer be seen.
Whatever. Bread made you fat anyway.
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Rolling a 1: You accidentally slip, almost fall to your demise off a mountain cliff, and drop some of the food! Roll 1d6 to see how much food you lost.
"It is a pleasure, Dillon. My name is Mildred." She offered a polite curtsy, which probably would have been paired with another tiny smile if her expression had not turned to deep concern following the sudden disappearance of the sun-knight.
Whose name she still didn't know. Chivalrous.
"Are you all right, Sir?" she called down to him, bending down to--find herself faced with a lot of bees. Very many bees.
Thankfully (terribly?) the horse sustained much of the actual bee damage, and Mildred was simply left with several very obvious bee companions tangled in her hair. Though she didn't seem to take notice, it sort of ruined any potentially compassionate appearance.
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 84 - 5 = 79 YOUR HP: 30
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Rolling a 3: You accidentally ride into a bees nest. BEEEEES. Your horse runs away, making it extremely hard on you. Every turn you take, you must subtract 5 food from the caravan.
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1Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 9:32 pm
“Mildred, a pleasure to meet you,” he bowed in return. There was a marked silence and Dillon turned around to find that the giant figure of Robert had disappeared from sight.
“You don't suppose-”
He'd met his untimely end? he didn't continue.
They would have to continue on alone then, he and Mildred? Dillon wasn't too sincere in his search for Robert as he leaned over the cliff's edge to spy for a sign of the other man.
Unfortunately he would fall down the mountain too.
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 79 YOUR HP: 30
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Rolling a 1: You accidentally slip, almost fall to your demise off a mountain cliff, and drop some of the food! Roll 1d6 to see how much food you lost.
Zyphiris rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-6)
Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 9:33 pm
Dillon flung himself against the cliff in desperation, hands clawing at whatever support he could find. He managed to emerged from the edge with a few scratches and bruises, dusting himself off and deeply ashamed than he had fallen to the same trappings as Robert had.
"BAHA!" Robert yelled out, having climbed out of his almost untimely demise just in time to see Dillon fall down behind him. He sat on the lip, and kicked his heels, as he watched the boy struggle to make the climb he'd just done with his hands tied behind his back.
(This was a lie, he did not climb with no hands, his teeth are not that strong, and besides, he was out of breath.)
"Such a clumsy fellow." Robert turned his head back to look at the jewel, whose name he had heard when he'd climbed over the lip to see Dillon making introductions. This, of course, meant he had that to catch up with as well.
"My name is Robert." He drawled out, as if she'd asked. "And though your name be pleasant, I cannot think to call you anything but jewel, for you are more precious than any I have ever seen."
He felt the surge of victory beginning to roll his stomach and break him out into sweats. Sweats of victory. Or.. perhaps.. sweats of sickness...
Victory was short lived.
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Rolling a 4: You catch some medieval version of dysentry and feel extremely sick. You need to be sent home IMMEDIATELY (QUEST FAIL for that person, they will have to retry again either single or with another group).
The last words Robert would hear before his return belonged to the somewhat uncomfortable, awkward insistence: "No, I do not think that I am a jewel."
But she took the food he dramatically offered towards her nonetheless, although it was regarded for a long moment of silent confusion.
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 76 + 10 = 86 YOUR HP: 30
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Rolling a 2: Someone seems to have left food on the road for you! How nice! +10 food.
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4Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 9:40 pm
“I'm afraid, fair one, that I'm unable to continue-” he managed to eek out before he lurched to the side to spew another mouthful of vomit. He was even beginning to speak like Robert, a clear sign that Dillon was feeling Very Unwell.
He threw a dark look at the other man, somehow sure that them both falling ill had somehow been Robert's fault.
Yea, he hadn't been too sure about that wild boar the other man had claimed to have slain.
Though it was all too likely that Robert's honeyed words were what made him sick.
The rapid succession of illness in her party members was incredibly alarming, but not nearly as alarming as the realization that she had no idea how to make it back without their assistance. That meant pressing forward, guided only by the bones of those who had fallen before them.
Which she wordlessly began to collect, tucking away as many of them as she could fit into the pouch on her hip.
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 86 + 10 = 96 YOUR HP: 30
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Rolling a 6: You find a small supply crate from the last group of knights who tried to attempt this! +10 food
She'd done it! She'd really done it! This was a considerable achievement, and Mildred felt certain that they would be so very proud of her when she...she...
She needed to go back.
Right now.
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 96 YOUR HP: 30
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Rolling a 4: Just as you're about to touch the artifact, you catch some medieval version of dysentry and feel extremely sick. You need to be sent home IMMEDIATELY
