Nanaria: Land of the forgotten sun.

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  1. Charisma

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    Azron acted as if the price was too much to handle. He fiddled his pockets, not showing what he had in there, but with a confused look on his face. Zauree was happy to see that he was getting the hang of it.
    "I think we can do that."
    He said slowly, as if it were after a lot of thinking and mental exhaustion. Zauree gleefully clapped.
    "Now the room, please."
     
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    Leo lead the pair up the creaking, wooden stairs. Candles along the wall glowed and lead the way to the end of the staircase. At the top, there was a long, narrow hallway, with doors lining the sides.

    As Leo passed the doors, he could hear different sounds from the inside. In one, a baby was crying; In another, a woman sang softly as she scurried around the Inn room, apparently doing some sort of chore.

    Finally, the group reached a small door at the end of the hallway. The latch was broken, and the door was stained with mildew.

    "Sorry..." Leo said, embarassed at the state of the room. "There was an... accident last night. I'm afraid I haven't had time to scrub the door and fix the latch."

    Leo opened the door, letting the two inside the room. It was extremely tiny, there was only room for a bed and a nightstand. On the bed, a stricken curtain was sprawled along the dusty pillows. On the nightstand, a large, thin candle burned slowly, dully illuminated the room. Above the stand was a window; small and broken, the view of dark trees and shady individuals littered the landscape.

    "How long will you be staying with us?" Leo asked, picking up the curtain that laid on the bed.
     
  3. Charisma

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    Azron and Zauree exchanged desperate looks as the hideous (or something close to it) room was revealed to them. Zauree grinned widely, accustomed to such inns. However, Azron was highly disillusioned. Sweat had already started to trickle down his neck as he thought of how uncomfortable his night was going to be.

    Zauree quietly went into the room, flopping over the bed in a better state. Azron despised her uncouth style, especially her inhuman yawn, but did not say a thing.
    "We'll be staying for the night, and possibly tomorrow morning," He then sulked artificially.
    "Provided we have money."
     
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    Name: Noah Hesse
    Status: Fugitive
    Gender: Male
    Age: 23
    Occupation: Teacher
    Finances/economic level: Middle class
    Hair: Black
    Eyes: Right eye blue, left eye green
    Skin shade: Light
    Height: 6'
    Weight: 115 lb
    Overall look: Young, handsome.
    Weapon/Fighting proficiencies: Bow and arrows. Sword.
    Skills: Mild magical abilities, specifically foresight and empathy.
    History: The bastard son of a noble, his real last name is Malraux. Escaping the noble life he settled down as a teacher and changed his name. His real reasons for running away are unknown but he is pretty happy with the current life he has. A hobby of his is to keep pets.
     
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    (okay im a newbie at this so please bear with me:))
    Hajime stood outside the inn with several other guards in tow. The night was dark and frought with magical misfits running loose. He adjusted his white hat then turned to his inferiors.
    "When we go in there i want to be fast, this is not the last place we will check tonight." he watched the faces of the incompetant recruits, "Understood?"
    "Yes, Sir!" was the choir like response.
    "Good. Atalos, you will read the list of suspects, the rest will fish them out." he handed Atalos a slender scroll.
    Hajime led the way, opening the door into the inn. He always enjoyed the look of fear on peoples faces when they saw his blue uniform.
    He smiled slightly when the murmurs died down and watched as Atalos read the register. he watched as the innkeeper was dragged away amid the futile pleas of his wife.
    After everyone on the list had been taken away Hajime still felt that this inn was hiding something. He adjusted his hat again and walked out of the inn.
     
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    Leo was just about to tell the couple about free tea and buisuits being served each morning in the lobby, when he heard a commotion downstairs. The door of the Inn had been opened abruptly, with an apparent strong force. He heard heavy footsteps, then worried voices.

    Suddenly, he heard a familar voice. The Inn Keeper was yelling something that he couldn't understand through the two floors, but it was obvious that he was in an up roar. More people in the lobby started to yell furiously, and a voice of a stern man quieted them and left the lobby.

    Leo swiftly walked to the window inside the dirty room. In the dark, he could see the Royal Guards, hauling almost ten people out of the Inn. The people looked scared; worried even. Then he saw his boss being carried by two of the biggest guards out of the Inn. What did the Queen suspect now? What if the guards found out that Leo was working for the Inn Keeper? Would they come for him too?

    "I have to get out of here." Leo said aloud.
     
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    Name: Alger
    Status: Ex-Royal Guard, Deformed Monster
    Gender: Male
    Age: 60
    Occupation: None
    Finances/economic level: None
    Hair: A few strands of long gray hair
    Eyes: red
    Mouth: Filled with sharp teeth, a slight under bite, drools a bit
    Skin shade: Pale White
    Height: 6,3 when standing full height, 5,4 normally because he is hunched
    Weight: 200 lbs
    Build: Freakishly muscular
    Overall look: Anyone would mistake him for one of the monsters from the countryside. He does his best to cover it up with his dirty old cloak, but his eyes always seem to get people. The clink of chain mail can be heard on him when he walks.
    Health: Despite his misshapen appearance, it is his emotional side that is the most damaged. He can no longer do very strenuous things for extended periods of time.
    Weapon/Fighting proficiencies: Master Swordsman
    Skills: Greatly proficient in sword fighting
    History: Once, Nanaria had been a place of Magic and fortune. Alger remembered such times. Once, he had stood in the Royal Court of the king as the best swordsman in all the land...once. Time had passed though, nearly thirty years as best as Alger could tell from his dark hole in the mountains. Magic was almost lost to this place now, as lost as hope was. That ill-begotten wench who held the throne now...it was her fault. She had done this to him. It was a little known fact, but when this 'queen' took the throne, she had her own little escort of those who could wield the power of magic. She had outlawed it, yet they who served her still used it. He could remember the day all had been lost. He had tried to fight, tried the help the revolt. He had been so close to ending it, his sword at her back. One of her magicians had stopped Alger. He was tortured for weeks. That magician took his body from him, twisted his features. Now he was a monster...and no one remembered the name of the Alger.
     
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    Alger

    Alger crouched down in the alleyway across from the inn where the uniformed men were carrying people away. Those men were supposed to be the Royal Guard, but in actuality they were nothing more than murders. The people they carted away, suspected magic users or people who plotted against the queen, were never heard from again. That is, unless you counted their screams.
    Alger stood a little and began hobbling towards the guards and their captives. One, clearly the leader, was barking orders. That one was his target. Alger hobbled ever closer, the clink of his chain armour sounded in an almost rhythmic fashion, like the sacrificial drumbeat of the surrounding tribes. Alger's eyes were trained on the leader. Slowly he reached into the folds of his cloak and gripped the hilt of the blade that had once marked him as the best swordsman in all the land. It still fit him perfectly.
    "You there, what are you doing?"
    One of the guards had drawn his blade and was walking towards Alger briskly. Before the other guards had a chance to turn and see what the commotion was about, Alger dashed towards the guard and, with his free hand, smacked the man hard across the chest. The crack of bones breaking could be heard as the man was sent flying through the air. The leader spun on Alger and had his blade out in an instant, but so did Alger.
    "Stay your blades men. I'll handle this beast."
    The man was too confident. He lashed out at Alger with deft precision. So swift was the blow that even Alger was caught a little off guard, yet he still managed to block it. The man was clearly surprised. He wasn't used to someone blocking his attacks. He was in for more surprises. Alger launched a volley of swift stabs at the man, pushing him on the defense. The man was quick, sweat trickled down his brow. Then it came. Alger saw the opening, however small and brief it might have been. He kicked the man hard in the stomach, sending him sprawling.
    Before the guards had a chance to react, Alger brought his sword down hard on the chains the bound the captives.
    "Run!" He gargles out as he turned to do the same.
    With a mighty leap, Alger jumped up onto the roof of one of the nearby buildings. For a moment he glared down at the man who had been leading the guards. The man met his stare without fear. Credit had to be given for bravery. In another moment, Alger was gone. He had dashed off across the rooftops without so much as a backward glance.
     
  9. Charisma

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    "Goodness, what is that!"
    Zauree got up from the bed, her face pale and dry. Azron trembled as he heard the commotion, the haunting screams and pleas of the people. Some guards from the Royal Court had arrested several suspects for mutiny and revolt against the Queen. Azron was clearly frightened, but he recovered immediately as the voices shifted to the window and the worker went over to the window.

    The worker cried out involuntarily, probably afraid of his own arrest. Zauree reached out for Azron and grabbed his shoulder, worried.

    He helped her sit down after the shocking tragedy, at which she whispered:
    "That was lucky escape."
    Azron made sure the guard was still emotionally tangled in the situation, looking back at him. He then whispered to Zauree.
    "I don't think so. If I would've been on the suspects' list, the guards would've come to check the rooms."
    "They probably don't know your location."
    "Or," Azron said out, a bit louder, "They're coming back later."

    Zauree shivered at the frightening possibility, and sulked in disdain.
    "Then, what should we do?"
    She cried out loud, both of them forgetting the worker was still there.

    There was another haul of screams and Azron moved over to the window himself, seeing a brave man free the captives. The guards were profoundly shocked, but very angry. Azron was relieved; they wouldn't come back for more until they caught the lost sheep.
     
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    "How did this happen?"
    "A beast came, hidden in the shadows, he crept up on us and-"
    "How is it that he was not dispatched!"
    "My lord, this beast has great skill with the sword. I have not-"
    "Hajime! The reason you were assigned to carry out this task was because of your superior swordsmanship. I find it unacceptable that you be disgraced in front of your men in this manner." Hajime clenched his fist and cursed under his breath.
    "Rise from your semi-recumbent position and leave my chamber."
    Hajime arose, and stood tall. He eyed the hooded silhoette and bowed his head slightly before turning and walking away. His footsteps echoed on the marble floors as he left the massive chamber. He thought to himself how good it would feel to slowly dismember his superior and smiled as he walked out into the sunshine.
     
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    Cili stood hidden behind an overly large shrub that had not been there moments before, waiting for all the commotion to die down. The guards interrupted her in the middle of her question, and threw the entire inn into chaos. At this point Cili had taken refuge behind a small potted plant replaced with the image of a large shrub she had seen a few days ago. Cili had lost site of Sestet in the action, and was hesitant to find her again. Sestet might think that Cili had had something to do with it.
    No thank you, Cili thought, looking around. After several moments, she slipped from her cover (the image of the bush vanished), and retreated to her room. Best to wait for the dawn before any other ferreting around.
     
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    Sestet had been seconds away from answering Cicil. Her mouth open and a response half out of her mouth.

    She watched as the guards entered the room. Her eyes narrowed as she turned away from them, her eyes moved to the ferret on the table. They two seemed to have a silent conversation.

    Sestet was unmoved by the commotion. As if she had been unnoticed by the guard. And in fact, she was. It was something she had learned to do. Unless they knew that Sestet was their target, and knew it will all their being that she was the one they intended to take in. They would simply see her as no threat. She would not even have been questioned.

    After they filed out she smirked at Loki. "Well, dear, that was easy."

    Loki chattered at her, in response Sestets eyes widened. "Hmph, I wouldn't say that. More.... Confidant."

    Again Loki chittered, but simply crawled back into the back for a nap. Sestet looked around the room for Cicil. Not finding her, she turned to the rest of the room. Deciding her plan was going to be much more trouble. She would simply have to make it... a spur of the moment thing. Once all those guards go on their way.
     
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    Leo abandoned the couple without another word. He raced down the hallway, and the stairs, then slowed down his pace when he got to the lobby. The people in the lobby seemed a little shaken, but most of them were not that affected by the incident.

    Leo pushed through the door in the back of the lobby. A tiny kitchen emerged, covered in hanging pots and boiling liquids. He walked through the tiny maze, coming to another door. Exiting the building, Leo walked into the uncertain, dark, cold night.
     
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    Zauree was pretty afraid, but Azron gently rocked her to asleep.
    "You're such a child."
    He laughed to himself once she had fallen asleep, and instead of sleeping, waited for his tichkehr to arrive. After all, the room's condition was frightening! It wasn't that Azron had never pretended to be poor, but that only ad been twice, and his act never extended to the night. Being a spy in the government, he usually chose to be a guard, and from where he came from the guards had good conditions.

    Azron then glanced outside the window once more. He was happy the government hadn't gotten to him yet, but fear kept pricking him. He was on the wanted list about two weeks ago, when he was near Isti, a small garrison town, but maybe they labeled him as dead? Or maybe, he just wasn't an important enemy anymore. They are so wrong.

    Azron stood up as a tichkehr finally flew right through the window, a letter in his hand. He was delighted; this was simply extraordinary for him! He unfolded the letter, also petting the tichkehr. He then calmly read it, until suddenly it dropped from his hands as the mocking wind whistled through his existence.
    I have thought about your proposal, stranger. However, I have also said a big, flat no earlier. You tried to persuade me by locating me through this tichkehr. Too bad for you, I am not going to be intimidated. However, your adamant ways encourage me to at least compensate. It won't be long before I find you, and then, the Queen will tackle with you herself.
    The thought of trying to find him immediately struck Azron. He brushed through the tichkehr's hair, smelling a unique perfume. Magic dust, to locate me.

    Azron sighed and rubbed his temples. It was late, so he decided not to disturb Zauree.
    "Why did I bring her with me?"
    He questioned himself as he planned for ahead.
     
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    Nanaria ish Flopped... me thinks..

    ((Hey, I think this has finally flopped. However I invite every one to an rpg I've been working on. Its same basic idea. Mideavil world with magic. The plot is a bit different, im still working on it. I havent been advertising it just yet still working out plot details. But I invite all of you to the site.

    Age Of Tempest Dreams

    So yeah. Hope to see you guys soon. >.>))
     
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    ((In my opinion, nothing is dead until it starts stinking. We need something to go on to continue the sim... if you don't mind my asking, where did you intend for this thing to go? In the old chat-based sims I'm used to do, the GM would leave hints for us as to where he/she wanted us to go and leave us to our own devices on how to get there.
    I have a few ideas on how to continue if you're interested... though I've never been GM before, but that was because I was too slow in the chat-based sims. This is different.))
     
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    ((I've played some DnD and stuff. Basically it was where ever the characters took it. I mean, the logical end would have been for the true queen to come back. But it was really planned out to be much more character based, I didn't intend it to have a gm sort of person.))
     
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