For A Good cause

[Master Phil B]

This is a medieval fantasy set in a fictional country called Madeon, the characters have just escaped from a small village on the southern border that was being surrounded by imperial troops. As they were hiding in a deserted barn, they were joined by an injured black wolf. While the wolf slept, the fox, Razi went through His clothing finding a plaque hidden in his shirt.
   It turned out that the soldiers were looking for the wolf, who had some information to get to the emperor. After escaping through the forest, they head towards the mountains. In the foothills, they hide in a cave owned by a dragoness Nyx. And this is where we start.

The usual rules of the forum apply Plus under no circumstances will any player try to control another players character. The moderator for this rp will be razi, her decision is final. Don’t argue with her.

[razi]

The only addition to the rules of this rp that I have are:

1 - Pay attention to the other characters. If your post does not make sense with the current pattern of events, it will be deleted.

2- Post more than one sentance. If your character's not doing enough to warrant a paragraph of conversation, action or thought, then don't post.

3- You can use magic, but limited. Not everyone has magical powers, it's a rare thing.

4- No guns or modern weapons (sorry, Rhakshi). At the most, the technology level would allow you a wheel lock or flintlock pistol, which are highly unpredictable and blows up on you more often than they works. (yes, movies lie)

5- There will be no leader that decides the plot, but do be aware of plot twists other players may introduce and play along. The plot will just happen as the characters interact.

6- No out of character additions to your post. Say goodnight or whatever in IRC, not in the middle of the story.

7- No controlling another characters actions or reactions without permission. Yeah, I know we said this already, but it's important. It's not nice to put words in someone else's mouth, especially when you make their character do things that are out of character and contrast the personality the creator intended.

We will register another conference room in IRC for this RP for all who join us, since we had so much fun last time, and it does make for a more coordinated effort at creating a discernable plot. I will create the channel when we find we have use for one.

[Master Phil B]

I open My eyes slowly, sitting up and looking around, I See razi still under her blanket. I get  to my paws, stretching, making my way outside. I look at the sky, see that it is lightening, daylight in an hour I think. Returning inside I get the fire going. Filling a Billie, I put some discarded bones in, bringing it to the boil. I crouch by the fire, warming Myself while I wait for the others to wake.

Name  Master Phil
Species Black Wolf
Equipment  Enchanted sword, full body armour, flint and steel, water flask, back pack, Secret document

[Goblin Cat 😸]

*~Nyx was thinking when a headache struck her... Darkness was trying to take over once more. She grabbed an herb out of a golden grail that sat at the edge of her pile of gold. She stuck it in her mouth and began to chew. The headache subsided, but the darkness remained. She stood up and grabbed a silk black pack; putting her two enchanted obsidian throwing axes, some various herbs, a smaller purple silk bag she filled to the rim with gold, a waterflask, and some bread along with wrapped meat into it. She threw the pack over her shoulder, and pulled her black cloak over her shoulders over the top of her chainmail armour. She loved her draconic armour... It was black chainmail covered with strong black metal for a breastplate and legs, cutting off at her ankles. Elaborate draconic (celtic like) symbols ran along it made from amethist stone... Her birhtstone. Her tail swayed, as she thought of going outside... Opening her door, she walked out to the cave entrance and sat on the ledge again. She ignored the black wolf that was building a fire. She was trying to relax again; clear her thoughts... especially that darkness... She didn't like it coming up at the time it had decided to.~*

[Rhakshi]

Rhakshi woke up from upon the cave floor. "uhhh, my head" he searched around for the water in the cave and splashed it into his face. The cave started to get darker, as it had before, he stared at his hands as they started to become inshrouded in darkness, dark tentacles started to rise out of the ground and entangle Rhakshi. He took out his sword and started to lop at the tentacles and it seemingly worked.  The darkness then vanished. (" That thing wasn't kidding") He went outside to find the others.

[Panthea]

Slowly picking her way along the rocky path that she followed, Karina looked up at the sky, "Hm getting close to dawn... I better try and find somewhere to rest...". Leaning heavily on her staff from wariness, continued climbing the twisting path.

Stumbling and muttering a curse she pulled herself back to her knees shakily and checked in her pocket... "Sorry Red, are you OK?" a muffled reply came from the opened pocket in her cloak, " Kupo...koo kup kupo..." and she replied, " We're almost to the top I think, not much farther now. We will both be able to rest and eat soon my friend"

As Karina turned a bend in the path, she could make out the faint smoke from a fire, from what appeared to be a cave higher up the mountain.

She opened her pocket again... "I'm sorry Red, I need to to come out for a minute, I know you want to rest while you can, but..." an angry "KUPO!" came from the pocket. "I'm sorry Red, just for a moment, I see something ahead."

The moggle muttered and came out in a whorl and became his normal size. "Red, I need you to go up and tell me what you see by that fire... we can't risk being seen by those filthy humans again" The moggle sighs and nods, and jumps up high in the air, sending mental images of a Wolfe stirring a fire to life and another fur approaching the front of the cave from inside.

"Well if their fursons, maybe they are friendly... certainly more so than those hated humans." the name was spat with disgust, leaving a bitter taste on her tongue. Karina opened her pocket again and Red returned to his hiding spot shrinking to fit in a whorl.

Clutching her staff tighter than before, Karina trudged up towards the cave... wondering what awaited them next.


Karina (a female Black Panther) is a Cleric, trained by her Grandmother since childhood, though a need for survival brought the need to learn some of the darker arts of the elements. Her childhood companion, a 3foot tall moggle named Red is the last known survivor of his people from Madain Sari who has magic of his own as well as an ability to share what he sees and feels with his childhood friend.

[Youngbull]

The Imperial troops was hard to shake off, but luckily he had darkness on his side, slowly eliminating them one by one as he ran,  they were many, and good at running in opposition to their heavy armoring.
After a while they had all been send to the dark realm from hence the newcomer had came, landing in the midst of the group of imperial soldiers, barely getting ahead from them in the minute of confusion. He sat down on the ground at a big tree at the base of a tall cliff, breathing out heavily from all the running.

When he came to he could feel darkness rewarding his generous offering, rewarding with a slight strengthening of his dark powers, his darkness-radiating eyes felt like they grew stronger i radiation. He had to laugh a bit, weak, to himself where he sat. and he spoke to himself in a likewise manner in his deep thundering voice;
"Fancy me running into such a source of strength, i can clearly imagine the dark ashes of their dead bodies blow over the ashlands of my darkness realm." He smirked and got to his feet, now almost rested.
He took a minute to look around, he had to escape from the imperial guards, so he hadn't had time to see where it led. He could however feel the presence of another dark soul, however this seemed determined to resist.
Not as he had, he could remember the day he stopped resisting darkness and then had overpowered darkness itself forcing it to obey him, he smirked the same way every time he thought of it.
Yes... It was a gathering of power he felt, not just the dark soul's. He needed to find out more. Curiosity was what killed the cat they said when he grew up, but he didn't believe so. After all it was curiosity that had made him stop resisting, and had it not only empowered him? He smirked of the thought, then slowly decreased to a 6th of his height, slowly reshaping himself into a dark raven, dark even for the raven standard. As the shapeshifting completed he shaked his feathers, making sure they were in order, then he spread his wings and took to the sky, it was a natural goodness to this place, he could sense it as if it was poking his beak. He flew in circles up the cliff, slowly increasing his altitude. Then he saw it, the ledge where the fire was, he flew to it and landed in not to close tree, watching them from a safe distance. He could not be sure what they would do if they found out who he was, so he summoned a cloud the envelope his mind so it could not be read. It might still be possible to read his negative aura, but that he didn't care about, hardly any could read aura's anymore. These fursons seemed to live in hiding in this cave, hiding from what? he thought, then almost as to answer himself he thought; from the imperials mayhaps.

He was satisfied with what his eyes had revealed of the fursons around the fire. And decided he was to pay them a visit. And flew down under an edge where he changed back into his furry dark wolf form.
The fur as dark as darkest midnight, his leathery longcoat blowing in the breeze from the height, revealing his dark outfit fully; He stood there in a black remnant top, black golden-buckled pants, a black leather belt which silvery buckle depicted a dark dragon entwined around a golden ankh. It was met by another, bigger golden ankh hanging around his neck. Both ankhs had set in a dark jewel which seemed to channel a dark flow. On his feet he had high boots as dark as the rest of his outfit with golden buckles all the way down the sides. His dark leathery longcoat was decorated with golden motives of dragons, tigers and wolfs in battle for their lives, with a blood-red and leaf-green coloring where it was needed. His low almost hiding black leathery hat had similar decor but only along the brim. He looked like the ruler he was, but he preferred not to take the lead, he found it much more entertaining to watch and influence a situation. He made his way up the thinning path only a short pace behind Karina, yet out of sight from her. As he came close to the top he stopped, hided and waited, letting the pantheress make her entrance first.

name: Youngbull
species: black wolf
domain: the realm of utter and scorching darkness
specialties/abilities: hiding, infiltrating, master the 'magic' of the dark energies. use of shadows for different purposes, shapeshifting (non-anthro blackwolf, non-anthro raven),
fursona specifics: eyes radiating the darkness in tune with his power, at his chest (hidden when dressed) the fur slightly resembles the head of a bull, seen from the front. long honey-blonde hair to just below shoulders (somewhat in the Giannis style).
background: revealed as the story goes

[Nik]

Nikola throws her pack over her shoulder and sighs. Hunting did not go well. In her pack there was a single grouse and a small duck. Slinging her longbow and quiver onto her back and strapping on her sword-belt, she looks about herself. noting the fire being started abover her. Grinning she nimbly climbs the rock face and hops onto the ledge, landing in a squatting position near the fire. She looks at the wolf lighting the fire and grins, bearing a row of gleaming white, sharpened teeth. The warrior squirrel  places the grouse and the duck at the wolf's feet, as what she hopes to be seen as a peace offering. She sits, re-arranging her long dress about herself and laying her longbow at her side.


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Name~ Nikola
Species~ Squirrel
Weaponry~ Stave, Longbow, fowling bow, small sword, throwing daggers and slingshot
Clothing~ long, slitted sleeveless dress and leather legband (holds daggers)

Nikola is a warrior squirrel, former guard to the queen of her clan. Unlike most squirrels, Nikola eats meat as well as hunts for it. She has minimal healing skills and few cooking skills.

[razi]

Rolling over and stretching, she smirks at the wolf watching her and taunts him with a little show of stretching her lithe limbs slowly, running her paws through her long russet hair before tying it back. Rolling up the blanket, she politely returns it to Nyx's quarters where she found it.

Upon returning, she slips her leathers over her arming "chemise," which was not but two bits of fabric that kept the leather from chafing and rubbing her fur off. Strapping her dagger to her upper thigh, throws her bastard sword over her back and covers most of it with her cloak. While checking the contents of her pack, she mused silently to herself about last night's events.

Late in the darkness, while everyone was asleep, she had awoken, a bit hungry, and was rummaging through her pack for a bit of dried fish when she keen ears picked up low voices whispering, a bit further down the incline from the caves in the deep shadows of the edge of the forest. Pulling on her cloak and weilding her dagger, she slipped silently down the incline to invesigate.

As she skirted the shadows, cloak pulled low over her head so she doesn't give her position with a glint of eyeshine or the metal of her dagger, she notes the tiger is no longer at his post where he was to watch over them. A sick feeling in her gut nearly overwhelms her as she draws closer to the pair, recognizes one of the voices at the tiger, and the other reeking of human sweat and dirt.

Moving past the two, in between them and the village, she laid in wait for the human, listening to the conversation. Shocked, she learns that the tiger is naught but a slave to the humans, serving the Imperial Guard as a spy, and not only telling them of the wolf's plaque that he guarded, but also giving away their position!

"Traitor!" she seethed as the two parted and the human headed her way. As soon as he passed, she sprung from behind, slitting his throat expertly, and pulled the body into the bushes, covering it with dead leaves and branches to mask it for a few days. Satisfied they were safe for a little while longer, she resolves to take care of the tiger once and for all.

In the darkness, her night vision has kicked in, and she thanks the Goddess for giving her people the gift of nocturnal sight. Flanking the tiger and climbing back up the incline, out of sight, she casually trots back down to him as if she'd only awoken.

"Good evening," she says, "its a nice night for a walk, don't you think?"

The tiger only grunted in reply.

Sickened at the stench of the human on him, she crinkles her nose and attempts to make idle conversation, full of twists and turns, attempting to fool him into divulging what he knew of the Imperials. After a bit of frustration, she discovers him to be a bit of a dimwit, and most obviously nothing but a lackey.

Tired of playing a battle of wits with the unarmed, she changes direction and flirts a bit with the big lummox. Predictably, he lets down his guard and before he knows it, she's settled in his lap and has turned from tickling and teasing him to sinking her dagger deep within his abdomen.

The deed done, she drags his body off as well, huffing and panting at the dead weight, hides the body in some undergrowth, and returns with her sword to behead him, a fitting state for a turncoat. Stripping out of her now bloodsoaked arming chemise, leaves it behind with the body, carefully hidden nearby, and she pads to a nearby stream to clean her fur.

Shivering, wishing she could have had the luxury of another warm bath, but not wanting the others to notice what had transpired, she scurries back to camp and slips on a fresh set of arming clothes. Slipping beneath the blanket, she heaves a sigh of relief, hoping she just bought them some time.

In the morning, she was feeling quite chipper, her flirtatious show for the wolf was only a small example of the giddiness she felt inside for a job well done, even though they will never know what she did for them. Now she was more than ready for a hearty breakfast!

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Name: Razi
Species - Fox/kitsune
Weaponry- Two handed bastard sword and one dagger. She is clever and resourceful,  can turn any object into a potential weapon.

Razi is from the Kitsune clan of the eastern forest, trained in the art of healing, as her kitsune bretheren are well known for. She has exceptional knowledge of herbs and medicines, as well as advanced hand to hand combat training with a variety of weapons. Her kind are loners, occassional mercinaries if they need money, but mostly stick to themselves. The few female kitsune who do couple and reproduce tend to stick to the village, taking care of training the next generation for the harsh life of a nomadic warrior.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

((Sorry I didn't do this before. Here are tid-bits of info on my character.))

Name: Nyx
Species: Dragoness
Weaponry: Two obsidian throwing axes, but mostly her own black magic; even though most of the time it backfires...

Character info:
Nyx's past is very vague to herself. She is the young age (in dragon terms) of 96 summers. There is no explanation of her color; there were no black dragons in her bloodline; her mother was a red dragoness, her father a green earth dragon, her two brothers were red as well. Her ancestors were also red and green, ocassionally blue. Since she had hatched out of her egg, she has always stuggled against darkness, and occasionally the darkness can cloud her concious mind enough to supress it and trigger destructive, almost unstoppable rages.

Dragon fact, explaining some of their ways:
 Dragonesses were rare occasions indeed, when they are born, their father carries them on his back to a cavern where they stay until the dragon king or dragon father of the cave decides that they are mature enought to leave. When they leave the cave by decision of the dragon king of the cavern, they are given a name.

Nyx's past:
Nyx left her cave at the age of 15 summers (still a chick in draconic terms) in search of adventure without the dragon king knowing. She raised herself, sharpening her dark magic and fighting skills mysteriously; as if she already knew how. She learned to despise humans, learning of how they killed many of her kind. She never recieved a name; and has always lived under a name crowned upon her by humans. She was named after Nyx, the primordal greek goddess of night.

[Master Phil B]

Looks at the two birds at His feet, smiles, thanks the squirrelfor her efforts, starts to pluck and clean the birds, saving their giblets, he throws them and the birds in a stew pot, taking the last of His dried meat adding it with some herbs,  puts them to cook. He thinks, it's not much but better than nothing. He takes what was left of the broth from earlier, shakes razi gently and leaves it beside her. move to the cave entrance and start to pratice the manual of arms, thrusts, parries, and blocks. I wish to myself I had someone to practice with, knowing My skills wouldn't stay at supream sharpness unless I have a skilled opponent.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

*~ The dragoness scooted out of the wolf's way. He was preparing to train. She wanted no part of it at the current moment, for it was likely that the darkness that was coming onto her could have such a strong hold, that if the wolf had even touched her, it may trigger a rage. She was trying to make her mind a bit more clearer, more sane, so that if they were to leave the cave soon, she could be ready to go as well and not be an encumberence. She contemplated to herself, staring out over the tree tops, silently gathering things from her visitors. She had sensed trickery amoung one, now that had disappeared. She also sensed the silent affection between the wolf and kitsune... She sensed a negative energy throughout the space, but was unsure if it were her own aurora now that she was slowly having a spell of darkness. She reached out to that negative energy, now knowing it wasn't hers, but it seemed blocked. She sighed to herself. She wasn't going to reach out to the others, it would be rude to probe their minds anymore than what she had already. Nyx crossed her legs and swayed her tail from side to side, staring out at the forest somewhat dreamily. She had to keep thinking, using her mind in order to keep it from being supressed and completely taken over by the dark force that was overwhelming her.~*

[Nik]

     Nikola grins toothily and stands, brushing off her tail and clothing. Taking up her longbow again, she goes to the entrance of the cave. Standing dtill as stone, the warrior squirrelmaid looks to the skies, smiling as a shooting star crossed her line of vision. A noise is carried to her by the wind and her attention snaps to the dark forest.  She snaps the tip off of an arrow and shot it into the direction of the sound. Jumping from the ledge, she dashes to where her arrow fell. A pair of hunting dogs are in the clearing. One of the dogs dash off at the sight of her. The other dog yelps and limps quickly away as she nears. A small brown bundle of fur is curled up near where the dogs had been.

     Moving slowly, Nik inches towards the thing. It shifts and whimpers a little, and she jumps. Nik hadn't expected the thing to be alive. She moves to it and touches what she thinks to be a shoulder. It turns over, covering a face with a pair of velvety brown wings. It peeks over them, showing a bright pair of doe-brown eyes, looking at her inquisitively. Nik blinks, looking down at the little flying fox. It couldn't be any more than a few months old. She stares at it, wondering where it's mother could be. It looks up at her, and sniffs. It smiles hugely and babbles at her. "mama!"

    Nik jumps back a few feet, confused. "mama?" she says, cocking her head at the little fur. The flying fox sits itself up, propping it's head on it's wings "Mama!" It flaps its wings a few times and flops over to her feet, climbing up the front of her dress and locking it's wings around her neck. It nuzzles it's face into the ide of her neck and falls asleep. Nik stands there, stunned, unsure of what was going on. She shakes her head slightly and slings her bow on her back. Wrapping her arms around the bat, she begins to carefully make her way up to the cave. Nik stops, looking at the bundle in her arms. "Rukkia" she sighs, placing a hand on it's head. "If I have to mind you, you'll be called Rukkia"

[Master Phil B]

Makes enough noise to wke the dead as He practices, kicking up dust and  stones. He pants hard as he works, fighting an imaginary adversary. He slowly grinds to a halt, thougherly, annoyed, growling, to Himself. He shouts waking everyone

[Goblin Cat 😸]

*~Nyx's eyes were glazed over, she wanted badly to respond to the wolf's cry, but her body seemed so far away. The darkness was beginning to consume her consious mind. She felt as if she were floating, and unable to get to her body. She couldn't respond, couldn't move. She could only watch. In her mind, she kicked and screamed as the darkness swirled around her like blood in water. She reached out, stretched to her limits, and was somehow able to fight this urge off. She closed her eyes, and suddenly, she had control again. "There's something out there." she said quietly. "I can feel a negative energy amid the forest. It's not human. But I can't tell if it's a fur either." She looked up at the wolf, her eyes not the bright glimmering rey before. But they seemed darker and clouded.~*