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 Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 1:22 am
(This thread is meant for any roleplayer starting in Raiem. Just like all other cities and kingdoms on Orayu, it has roadways and caravans to each other city/kingdom.)
[Covered in bright lights and holy relics, Raiem is a shiny network of cities. Known far and wide for their worship of God and their love for all things in the world, the Raiemen people are seen as docile and naive. They work hard, though, and open their arms to everyone that comes their way.]
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 10:43 pm
It was dusk at the city of Raiem, and a cloaked figure had just entered the town. He was a semi tall man and he had a spear attached to his back, right out in the open. This was certainly a strange sight to behold, as most warriors never ventured into town that often, at least, not this far into town anyway.
As the sun finished settling, the Dark Outsider, as this man was known by all that remembered him, stopped and entered a nearby pub. Almost at once did he get some strange looks from the people inside, but he paid little mind to the stares.
"Water." Says the cloaked man.
The bartender had quite a puzzled look on his face. "Eh? Water? Why'd you walk in here if all ya wanted was water? This is a pub you know."
"I'll not ask again. Water." The man didn't seem angry at all, but the bartender didn't hesitate after that to give this strange outsider what he wanted.
After getting his water, Outsider, headed for a seat at the very back of the room. This is where he always sat in every pub he went into, he would even throw people out of the chair if need be, to get his vantage point from the back of the room. The reason why he would always take this seat was to especially not be noticed and to listen in on the local gossip. Picking up rumors, and possible news of someone needing help that just happened to be close by. Though quite often would the people in most of the bars he went into stare at him, this one being no exception, with his spear by his side, and a sword hanging off his waist. It wasn't a surprise they didn't trust him, as they guessed it was the infamous, yet sometimes famous, Dark Outsider. He was known to help people, but he was also known to kill people for just, literally, standing in his way. And no one particularly cared for that. No one really knew if he was this person though, and no one was certainly going to ask him either. They watched how he acted with the bartender, and that was enough to scare them away from approaching him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2005 10:36 pm
Outsider had just finished drinking his water, plus he was also done listening in on all the locals and travelers, as they were too intoxicated to get much more out of them anyway. Outsider stood up and grabbed his spear, placing it again on his back, and then headed out the door but to have a hand placed on his shoulder. Outsider then turned around to see one of the drunken locals had done it, and the man was looking quite angry too.
“Where do ya *hic* think yar going? *hic* I got sa business with *hic* ya.” The man looked pissed beyond compare, plus quite belligerent to add to it as he swore incoherently at Outsider in between his breaths.
“Remove the hand or I’ll remove it from your arm.” And again, just like the bartender, the Outsider sounded quite calm and not malicious at all.
“Ohhhh *hic* tough guy, eh? *hic* what you gon do bout it?” The man dug his fingers into Outsider’s shoulder, but because he didn’t flinch, the piss drunk man attempted to push Outsider away, but was caught half way as his arm flew off into the wall. Outsider was turned towards this drunk now, sword unsheathed, and now covered in a bit of blood.
“My.. my arm!!! What have ya done!?!?” The man was now hysterical and was running around the pub like a loon, due to the incident and his own intoxication. While the man was in a panic, he took a cloth off a nearby table and cleaned his sword off before sheathing it back; in which case he started to walk out till he heard glass shatter behind him. It was the now one armed man holding a broken glass bottle staring directly at Outsider.
“Y-y-y-ya took my arm!” The man swung violently in the air for a moment then charged, while stumbling here and there, after Outsider who had already gone out the door. It was raining outside, but neither one seemed to care; rather one of them didn’t care as the other was too drunk to realize anything. He only seemed to realize that he was missing an arm not the pain that should normally be associated with such a wound. Though when Outsider heard the ruckus of the man behind him he turned around and prepared to greet this man again. But this time, he would lose more then just his arm.
“Fool…” Outsider murmured and then pulled his spear out. He instantly broke off into a sprint and vanished just as he could’ve struck the man. Such a maneuver caught the man, and everyone else watching the fight, off guard as Outsider appeared from the left side and impaled the drunk in the gut, and then in just a mere second he spun and severed the man in half from the waist. Everyone was terrified as to what happened and locked up all the doors and windows as the body of the man fell in two. Outsider paid no mind though and re-latched his spear, which was now blood free thanks to the rain, to his back before walking off in the direction of Regalia for no utter reason.
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