Elements RPG! Part 1

[icybraker]

LOL, 2 people. How epic.

And yes, I decided to start character interaction because my character is essentially a traveler; he's an outcast from society so he moves around a bit. Might as well bump into someone early on.

Character interaction starts below.

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Heimdall eyes the strange figure before him warily. He seemed to be abnormally tall and thin, with a face as strange as his own. He could be a Magic user, Heimdall thinks. I must be careful. Heimdall extends his elbow and knee spines just a slight amount, ready and aware in case of any confrontation. "You sell spellbooks?" He asks in a careful voice.

[Reasoner]

okay might aswell do mine, il edit it later at some point.


Ragen was walking down the dusty road, passing through the large masses of people going to the trading market. Ragen was heading home after a long, depressing meeting about the city Urtke. While walking down the street, Ragen was crashed into by a young messenger boy, no more then 11 years old.
Quickly the boy handed over a message, the boy said the investigation team has seen something! After a few moments, Ragen got his weapons and headed over to  the wrecked town of Urtke, when he arrived, the investigators body's stood motionless on the ground, while a black cloaked figure was standing on top of them..

[Purity_Riot]

Xanriel pondered for a moment. Spellbooks? He'd never thought of it, but it /would/ be possible for mortals to create spell books like they used in heaven. Making up his mind, Xanriel nodded, and twitched his head to the right, indicating for the strange man to follow him as he entered his shop. "I think I may have something of interest in here, why don't you come in and look around while I try to find it? Maybe you'll even see something else you'd like?"

[Bloodshadow]

Ross is probably gonna come and tell us to stop. I don't think we can interact without the DM's guidance.

[icybraker]

Whatever, we're bored and Ross isn't here. If he wants to remove all previous interaction, I'm fine with it, I have time on my hands

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Heimdall followed the figure soundlessly. It seemed that the strange proprietor wanted only to make a bit of pocket money. Well, Heimdall had barely enough quanta for a spellbook, and he would have to suppress any urges to buy any other curiosities in the shop. And there were quite a lot of curiosities in the shop; he saw bottled herbs with strange properties and shelves that seemed to emanate stranger and stranger scents. As Heimdall probed around the shop, he saw a curious, small bottle labeled "Nymph's Tears". He had only heard of Nymph's Tears before, and they were said to have generative properties. As he looked at the bottle intently, he heard the proprietor coming back to him.

[Purity_Riot]

"So! See anything you like?" Xanriel walked in from his back room, carrying a large tome in his hands. He set it down on his desk, his hand on it, holding it close, almost protectively. "I can tell you more about any of the herbs or elixirs if you'd like?"
He offered, smiling warmly. Though his appearance had become haggard since his fall to mortality, Xanriel still had an entrancing smile, one of the few natural gifts he had been born with.

[icybraker]

"Nymph's Tears," said Heimdall softly. All the other curios in the shopped blurred around him as Heimdall concentrated deeply upon the bottle, using the powers of his mind to examine its properties. Curiously, he heard another sentient soul call out from him in a crystal-clear voice from within the mentality of the bottle. It's living, thought Heimdall. The tears within the bottle was living; he could sense the life with his mind. Heimdall's curiosity for strange and magical artifacts could not be sated; he needed the bottle. "Never mind the spells for now," Heimdall replied. "How much for this bottle of Nymph's Tears?" He picked it up delicately and reverently.

[Purity_Riot]

Xanriel ponders for a moment. It was one of his last treasures from his immortality, and it held alot of sentimental value. Xanriel laughs outloud for a moment before catching himself, hoping not to have startled his customer. He had never been sentimental in the after life, why should he be now? He shook his head at himself and then said "I'm sorry, but that's not for sale. It's a personal favourite, and I couldn't part with it, not for less than say.... twenty-five water quanta?"

[icybraker]

Heimdall glanced hopefully in his hidden pocket. A mere 15 water quanta. Perhaps he could haggle with the proprietor, but he seemed strange and his laugh had startled him. He reluctantly withdrew his mind from the Nymph's Tears. No; he would play it safe and simply decline his offer. "I'm sorry, I don't have that kind of money," said Heimdall. "May I take a look at your spellbook, perhaps?"

[Purity_Riot]

Xanriel nodded slowly, sliding the book half a foot across the desk toward his customer, eyeing him warily. The book was in fact mostly a record of his time as a Seraphim, though his name wasn't listed in it anywhere. Following the story was a list of spells, and their material components. Mostly life and death spells, with the spell for activating Nymph's Tears, and it's uses, at the back.

[icybraker]

Heimdall skimmed through the book. Here was something he was very familiar with. Most of the spells were not his type, concentrating on summoning, healing, poisoning, and the like. He needed only one spell in particular - the Freeze spell - but he couldn't seem to find it in the book. Well, that was to be expected; he would have to find spells elsewhere. Additionally, the book spoke of strange worlds and wondrous powers; it seemed that the bearer of such a book would be a worthy foe, and Heimdall desperately wanted to leave the place.

However, as he approached the last pages of the book, he once more saw mention of the Nymph's Tears. Apparently, with the right incantation and the proper quanta-generating surroundings, one could summon forth one of the rarest races in the world - a Nymph. Unfortunately, it needed a bottle of Nymph's Tears to use, and it was too costly for Heimdall. The apothecary shop had proved a disappointment to Heimdall.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in any of your spells save for Nymph's Tears, which are apparently too expensive too me", Heimdall said. Heimdall rose to leave, but before he left, his mind went back to the powerful figures and worlds mentioned in the spellbook. Who was this strange person who held such strange and mysterious a book? Suddenly, Heimdall was struck by a wave of paranoia. The proprietor may be an extremely dangerous man. Heimdall summoned forth the mental energy, just like he had done many times in his life, and started to probe within the proprietor's consciousness and memories...

[Reasoner]

okay, a crappy continuation of my story, sorry if it somehow interferes with somehow unwantedly or w/e


Ragen looked at the the cloaked figure, the figures face was covered by shade in the hot sunny day, slowly, the figure floated away to the land of gravity. Without hesitation Ragen ran after him. slowly, the land was different, not like earth Ragen was so used to. after a few hours, Ragen stopped out of breath, unknown where the spell caster was,. everything blurred, things sped up, the next thing Ragen saw was the land of aether, assured that was of the spellcasters doing, he continued to the busy market ahead, wondering if he could find anything would explain what was going on, while being very cautious and looking carefully through the streets.