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[Closed RP] War of the Bane Chosen

Discussion in 'UO White Stag Inn' started by tink'r_toiz, Jun 22, 2010.

  1. tink'r_toiz

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    [OOC: This is an in-game story that follows Members of the Kingdom of Lore as they investigate the War between the Bane Chosen and the Ophidians. Although listed as closed RP, this thread is open to any member of the Kingdom of Lore, character on Origin who interacts with a member of the Kingdom or a character on the Origin who wishes to send information to the Kingdom that they have uncovered about the war.]

    War of the Bane Chosen

    Nwalme threw a stone from the battlements into the dark blue waters surrounding Castle Britannia. The Guards stationed at the gates scurried around in frenzied panic, trying to locate the “intruder”. Nwalme smiled, hidden away in her little nook enjoying the Chaos she had created. The things she did to occupy herself in times of peace which for Nwalme Goth meant boredom

    She had located a fine throwing stone and debated launching it at the absurdly large helm of one of the True Britannian guards when a Herald on horseback rode up to the gates.

    He was a tall imposing man, dressed in red and white dragon scale armor, and a helm that dwarfed even the obnoxious True Britannian’s. He spoke in a deep, booming voice. “I am here on behalf of the Bane Chosen; we seek those willing to help us put an end to the plague that are the Ophidians. We gather outside the Opidian lands and launch our attack at dawn. Those who join us will be well compensated for their efforts.”

    "Move along good knight, we have duties that keep us here and we will not be distracted by your side quests.”

    "Look at his armor, he has the smell of a Minax spy. You trying to get us to leave our posts?? Move along, this is a restricted area.”

    "Aye peddle your wares somewhere else, we ain’t wannin non of yer compensation!”

    Nwalme’s ears perked up, her sharp elven hearing caught all he had said even from on top of the battlements. She also caught some of what the True Britannian Guardsman had to say before she left to report to Nonel, for the first time she felt guilty for giving them such a hard time.