RP:Alric's First RP
First posted RP
Town in the Trees
The well trodden path continues to snake its way through this snug forested town nestled amongst the trees. All around, sounds of life spring forth and you wonder at the skill and devotions of the original builders. Southward lies a narrow dirt path, where light traces of blood can be detected upon the dirt. To the north you notice what appears to be an archway formed from the intertwining of aged saplings and overgrown bushes.
Carash is a wandering centaur and seems to be a necromancer. Carash is wearing drow-chain mail on his body, black hood on his head, crudely-made gas-mask on his face, swirling orb on his left ear, swirling orb on his right ear, bloody pendant on his neck, black-chainmail sleeve on his left arm, black-chainmail sleeve on his right arm, Chaos Shard on his hands, silver bracelet on his left wrist, silver bracelet on his right wrist, black-chainmail leggings on his legs, and nothing on his feet. On one of his left fingers, you see bone ring. On one of his right fingers, you see mystical silver-band. Carash is using unstable chaotic-stave as a weapon. Carash is using black-spiked-tower shield as a shield. Carash has grey eyes, light skin, and black hair, and is single.
Alric walks down the forested path, his ears turning in the cool air listening to the sounds around him. His eyes watched his fox as she moved towards Carash. Sighing to himself, he turned towards the centaur and watches him closely, one of his furry hand on the hilt of his sword as if he had done it a million times without thought. He looks to his fox and says, "Don't be rude, Sil."
Carash was kneeling, stroking a strange creature. It looked sorta like a cat. It was pure black, with a few dark gray stripes going across it's body. It had four white tentacles extruding from it's body, and those tentacles were waving back and forth. It almost made the centaur relax a little bit.
Alric looks at the creature Carash was petting, his eyes widen in such surprise that could be mistaken for fear. He looks at his fox with wonder at her seeing that she was oblivious to the strange creature she was approching. Regaining control of himself, he says, "How did you come by such a, uh, different creature, if you don't mind me asking."
Carash looked up. Seeing somebody else, he smiled, rose, and answered "Spike here, I saw on the ground, almost helpless. I took him in, nursed him back to health, and now we like each other. Now may I ask, who are you?" (ooc: I personally think that it would be awkward for Car to introduce himself at this moment.)
Alric smiling he lowers his hood, allowing his ears to rise and says, "I'm Alric. My little friend, who seems to be unaware of, uh, Spike, is Silvia." He nods to his fox as he introduced her. Raising a hand to push some strains of hair out of his furry face, he says, "I found her in my pack, swipping some food, when I was traveling in the desert."
Carash || Spike hissed, trying to make himself known to the Silvia, and also as if saying "You hurt him, you get hurt." Carash, in return, shot a stern glance at Spike, as if noticing what the hiss said, and introduced himself, looking back at Alric, he (without the stern look) said, "My name, --coming down from a family line of all C's-- is Carash."
Alric smiles and looks at his fox, watching her jump at the hissing Spike gave her. His furred hand tightens on his sword, as he heard the hissing. He turns his head to the displacer beast, and says, "She's young, so don't strike. If you do, then so will I." He turns his head to it's master and says, "Nice to meet you, Carash." Realising that he was gripping his sword, he smiles sheepishly and says, "That's an old habit I need to break. You could say that I'm protective of Sil."
Carash chuckled nervously. "I understand," he said. "Like I understand that Spike thinks of me like he's my guard. He only wanted to be known." Looking at the sword, he said "The sword would defend well against the armies of the undead. I don't think you need to break that habit, just get into the habit of telling people about that habit." (redundancy yay! :D
Alric looks at his sword and says, "I figured as much. I liked it because it was better than my last blade." Taking his sword out of its sheath, he looks at the blade and adds, "For how dull it is all I would be able to do is break an undeads bones." He swings the sword a few times letting it slice a few of the brances near him. Reaching in to his pack with his tail, he pulls out a whetstone and starts to sharpen the holy blade, and adds, "I was trained to keep a blade sharp to the point of slicing other blades like they were butter."
Carash said looking at the blade still, "I see what you mean. With the blade so sharp that it can slice through other blades like butter, it easily disarms your opponent so you can walk away umharmed lethally."
Alric smiles and says, "I was in a military tribe before I found myself in this place. We fought against tribes that wanted us dead no matter what the price was to them so we sharpen our swords to cut other blades so that we could kill them quickly." He lowers his head and says under his breath, "guess that was our downfall."
Carash || His eyebrows narrowed. "Just how far into the war were your instructors?
Alric raising his head he says, "I couldn't tell you a time where we didn't stop fighting. So needless to say our instructors were all veterans of at least ten battles, and all proud of their skills." He looks at his fox and watches her for a few moments as she continues to stare at Carash, glancing at Spike every now and then.
Carash looked of into the distance, clenching his fists. "Then they do not know the power of magic." Randomly relaxing and chaging the subject, as well as noticing Spike becoming a little (but not enough to hurt Silvia) hostile, turned, and said "Ftang, Spike!" Turning to Alric, he said, "Want me to translate?"
Alric nods his head and says, "Please. I'm afraid I am not very good at languages other than Feline and common." He turns his ears towards Carash and shrugs his shoulders as he adds, "But I havn't had a need to use feline in some time. So I'm a bit rusty at it."
Carash smiled, and said "Ftang means stop, so basically I said 'Stop being hostile'.
Alric smiles and says, "Thats good to know." He rises from his seat and moves back a little ways from his original spot. Tossing his now dull whetstone into the air, he slashes at it, letting it fall to the ground. Looking at the stone, he says, "That's funny. I thought I hit the dumb thing." Grabbing the stone once more, he watchs the stone split in half. Smiling happily, he sheaths his sword and places the stone in his pack. Returning to his seat, he says, "I've noticed you got mad when you thought my tribe didn't use magic. Mind explaining?'
Carash made a indentation like he bit his cheek. "Kehe -- No. I did not get mad. Only a bit frustrated that they didn't even try. See, using magic, they could end the war quickly, without several tribes killed. That is what I am saying."
Alric chuckles to himself and says, "My tribe couldn't use what they were not powerful enough to use nor did many of my tribes shamans know anything more powerful than watering a small field. So we used what we could." Grabs his sheath and holds it out in front of him. "This sheath was enpowered by my tribes strongest shaman. All it can do it can do is change its shape to match the blade contained within."
Carash slowly took the sheath. He seemed to inspect the sheath, but seemed to take almost no intrest in the magic ability. "So," he muttered. "You -could- take a 3 feet blade, and put in a a 2 feet slot with this." He handed the sheath back to Alric, and smiled. "Sorry, but I usually don't trust many people on first meets. ...Do you know anything at all about the history of the dragons?"
Alric shaking his head as he grabbed his sheath he says, "It's easier to show you." He pulls his sword out and layed it on the ground and pulls a small dagger out of his pack and placed it in his sheath. The sheath shrinks to the daggers size, tightly forming around the blade. Pulling the dagger from the now shrunken sheath he replaced the knife and slowly sheathed the sword in the sheath watching it expand and lengthen to fit the long blade. "As for the distrust. I can understand that. But dragons, only tales from the elders and bards."
Carash raised an eye-brow. "Would you mind telling me these tales? I can't let the dragons go un--" He cut himself off. "Nevermind. But could you still tell some of the tales?" he asked politly. As for Spike, he was laying in the shade on the porch of a one of the bigger houses.
Alric nods his head and says, "The tales I know told of dark things that dragons have done and all of those stories were told by mouth so I can bet most are close or completely untrue." Shrugging his shoulders he adds," I fell asleep through half of them anyways."
Carash chuckled softly. Then came to a realization. "Tell me," he said quietly. "I have never seen a dragon since my childhood. How do they behave?"
Alric rising an eyebrow, says, "I can only say what I've heard, wheather or not they are true, I don't know." Leaning back, he looks into the sky as if gathering his thoughts for several moments before looking back to Carash. "I've heard that many of the dragons are heartless and fearsome in battle. They care for their gold like a mother, her child, and will not hunt down anyone who takes a single copper from their horde. They are able to shapeshift and in either form they are strong." Shrugging, he adds, "That's 'bout all I know 'bout them. In a nutshell they are fearsome, strong, and greedy. But that's what I've heard, mind you. So don't let it cloud your judgement too much if you meet one. That's my advise anyways."
Carash || Spike came over and, yawning, started to snore. "I understand," Carash said. "And that identifies that I need to talk to more people. Anyway, I'm hungry. Care for a snack?"
Alric hearing the word 'snack' his stomach growled. Looking at his fox and seeing her look at his stomach with wonder, he says sheepishly, "Guess I am a bit hungry." He grabs a peice of venison and returns his attention on Carash, as he says, "I'll eat my rations if its all the same to you. I don't want to inpose anymore than I already am."
Carash nodded respectfully. "So I'm going to go inside. I'll see you later, I hope? I'd really hate to leave it on a first meet."
Alric smiles and says, "I've got a feeling that we may yet see each other. Besides, pathes cross multiple times wheather one may want it to or not." Placing an end of his venison in his mouth, he rips it in half and hands some to his fox. Glancing at Spike as he swallows his half of the venison, he adds,"I think Spike now knows my scent. So he'll pry tell ya if we're near."
Carash smiled. "I'm sure he will. I'll see you later, and I wish you good travels." With that, he lightly tapped Spike, saying, "Krr ne kä." Spike went into the house, followed closly by Carash. The door shut closed. [[Category:Sage Forest|RPs}}