Hydaelyn Role-Players

(OOC)

This thread is the forum RP linked to the story "A New Enemy Emerges". This is where all the RP will take place for the story while the original thread will be where the story will be written. Seeing as I am writing the story I will not take part in it ICly on what will be my other character. I will occasionally post OOC notes on here for certain things such as if the thread starts to die I will try to bring back from the brink. Well, have fun and try to solve the mystery before it's to late.

(IC)

It's morning in Limsa Lominsa, the birds are singing and the ports lively with people, but something seems strange in the air. Something dark and ominous is stirring, many sensitive with magic would be able to feel it. As people walk the streets they can see soldiers on chocobos heading towards the outside of the city in a hurry, many begin to wander and many more worry of what might be happening. A herd of people head to the gates but are only to be sent back the other way by soldiers who will not let anyone pass without authorization until an all clear is given.

As the soldiers get to the destination they begin to keep people away, it seems like such a random spot with only a large boulder in the middle. A soldier, who appears to be the one in charge, calls over to a mage who was travelling with them and begins to speak with him and pointing at the boulder. The mage begins to study the boulder, his face writ with confusion. As a curious traveller passes by he seems to be able to make something out on the boulder, a magical rune seems to of been placed there as well as a message underneath. 


A few hours pass and the all clear is given for people to safely pass in and out of the city gate. As people pass by the area with the boulder they can see that soldiers still have it under lock down. Mages appear to be trying to disenchant the rock but it is to no prevail. A little bit after the all clear a note was posted in the adventurers message board by a man who was able to see what the message on the rock was. It said....

Uruvion, a duskwight Elezen, was stirred from his sleep, like waking from a nightmare, or simply an uneasy feeling. It took a while for the feeling to fade and to regain his thoughts. Looking out of the second story window of the room that he was renting in Limsa, he could see crowds gathering at the gate, though he couldn't see what it was.

He walked over to the chair, where the robe of a white mage had been draped and quickly put it on before heading down to the streets of the port city. His shoulder length silvery blue hair was hanging in his face as he walked towards the crowd. He made a quick detour into the "Coffin and Coffer" for a few drinks before he would go to see what the fuss was all about. This one of of the places that he could safely enter without anyone trying to take his head. He still felt the pull of magical energy, but he was ignoring it for now.

After about an hour, he emerged from the tavern, his breath smelling of whiskey. He was carrying an empty shot glass, which he would periodically take sips of, not realizing that it was empty. He stumbled over to the adventurers message board where people were gathered and noticed the new note that had been posted.

He reached into his satchel and pulled out a notepad and a yellow quill. That chocobo never did forgive him for the time he was drunk and needed a pen to write down a spell, taking the liberty to yank a few feathers from the beast.

As he jotted down what was written on the note, he spoke aloud.

" god... risen, broken chains torment...lovely! Rise brothers and sisters.. time has come. Bahamut.. oohh, nice name! (hic) beckons for us to follow him ...if we follow we will know greatness...I already know greatness, thanks anyway B!, if we follow we will know power, if we follow the world will.... be ours for the taking. Rise and serve the one true god..."

After he finished scribbling the note down, he let slip a belch that would make a Roegadyn sailor proud! His Elezen dignity, at least for this moment, was no where to be found.

(OOC) 


Alright, I put the story in the RP section so people won't get confused on what is going on. Second part of the story will be up soon, been busy lately with work, working nine straight days without much rest so do bare with me.

Saevio RP

(IC)

The ship finally arrived in Limsa Lominsa. Saevio staggered off and promptly threw up. Again. Everyone jumped away from the violently sick Hyur. Nobody wanted vomit on their shoes. He had spent the entire trip either heaving over the side or seeming to have a one sided argument with the air. No one dared approach him. 

Having emptied everything he had eaten ever, Saevio sighed with relief and strolled up to the city. 
"I don't care Imago. I'm not doing that. Where should we ask first? The Adventurer's Guild? Fine. I might be able to keep something down now."

The aromas that permeated the Guild were ambrosia after being so sick. He rushed up to the counter and ordered. He sat down and started in on his food. Suddenly his head jerked up and he looked towards the bulletin board. 

"Stop shouting. I can hear you just fine as you well know. What is it?"
He approached the board and read the mysterious message. "So? Just a bunch of weirdos playing silly buggers with everyone. Leave it alone." He walked back to his food, tilted his head, and nodded. "Fine. Just let me finish. Stop yelling! Swearing at me won't do any good."

He finished his meal, flinching every few minutes like things were being thrown at him. He left with everyone staring at him. He blushed furiously the entire time out.

Uruvion noticed the Hyur, who seemed to be mumbling to himself, also reading the message that was posted on the board but he dismissed it as "Just another crazy Hyur". He didn't care for many of the other races, especially the Hyur, who he considered barbaric(highlanders) and naive(midlanders).  


Weeks later...

Uruvion was headed back to the tavern as the man in black was walking through town. He walked beside the robed man and felt something that he didn't feel often.. fear. He couldn't place it but something was wrong. 

He watch the man climb onto his box and start preaching. A feeling of relief overcame the Elezen as he dismissed the robed man as another religious fanatic. He was wondering if anyone was swayed buy the man's proclamations. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, watching the man as he continued preaching. "Please tell me no one is that stupid" he thought when he considered that people were taking this nut job seriously.  

He noticed the soldiers coming to take him away and readied his small wand, ready to cast a spell if needed. He had seen these kinds before and when the authorities took them away there were some bumps and bruises that needed tending to but even with his experience in seeing things like this couldn't have prepared him for what happened when the man exploded, killing the soldiers some distance away. 

Uruvion rushed to aid those that were injured in the blast, struggling to concentrate with the shock of what he had just seen.

"Bahamut.." he thought. "Why would anyone willingly follow something so destructive?"

Saevio walked into Limsa Lominsa. He walked into a charnel house. He stared at the carnage. He barely heard Imago jabbering at him. He jumped in, giving what aid he could. It wasn't much, just basic first aid learned on the job. He applied many a tourniquet and lost count of the bandages. He got bits and pieces of what happened as he worked. He was horrified to learn this Cult of Bahamut was responsible. He worked until the last victim was carted off. He got a room and passed out.

As Uruvion help with healing the injured, he noticed that the Hyur, who he thought was crazy, was coming in to help and doing a decent job. After he made sure that everyone he could was out of the situation and able to survive, he looked up to see that the man had gone. He had wanted to thank him for his aid in the situation and perhaps teach him some more healing techniques. 

After the area was clear, he walked slowly into the tavern and sat at the counter, his mind always on the man in black robes and the explosion.

(IC)

A man in black robes walks into the tavern and approaches the Duskwight in the white mages robes and sits next to him, no one seems to notice he entered except maybe the mage himself. He looks at the mage, his face hidden with in the darkness of his robes, and speaks. 

Uruvion sits at the counter, aware of the black robed man's approach. As the man sat next to him, he took one more sip from his glass and acted like he was stretching. He was arching his back and stretching his arms at his sides, subtly resting a hand idly on his wand as he relaxed his arms.

He didn't turn his head towards the man as he spoke, but kept looking forward. His eyes shifted slightly towards the robed man. After a long pause, he answered.

"Not at all" he said softly. He was mentally preparing himself for what might happen, hoping that this one didn't explode.

The robed man looks up, the mouth of the man is visible and looks to be smiling after the mage responds.
 
"That wand will do you no good, I am only here to talk." The man says as he disappears from where he is sitting and appears on the other side of the mage as if he was always there to begin with.

"I noticed you have a rather.... noticeable amount of magic within you. Tell me, do you wish to unlock the full potential of its power?" He asks. "It seems the High Priest of Bahamut as taken an interest in what you could potentially be."  

The apparent movement from one side of him to the other by the man made him a bit nervous, but he didn't show it. He also realized that the robbed man saw that his hand was on his wand at his side. Perhaps he was getting slow. 

"What I could potentially be?" he said, taking another sip. He never turned his head to the side to look at the man as he spoke.

"Everyone desires more power, that's a given for most people. If you're talking about putting me in black robe and sending me on a kamikaze mission then forget it. I'm not going to be turned into a living bomb. I can kill others just fine with the power I possess, though I am flattered that a high priest would notice me"

The man frowns. "Yes, Gar was a.... troubled man, a fanatic if you will. Although he was rather difficult to deal with at times, it is a shame to hear of his passing and of what he had done." As he speaks, you might be able to feel a chill run down your back, a feeling of fear and despair. 

The man again seems to have changed positions as if he had always been there, this time behind the mage, he leans over and whispers into his ear. "The power to save all is within your grasp, all you have to do is learn how to use it." His voice sounds charming as he tells the mage this. "If you wish to talk more, go out to the warehouse by the port at sunset, we will be watching."


The man vanishes into thin air and without notice, it seems time had slowed down until he left. The patrons of the bar can be heard again and the loud bustling of the city outside. Time seemed to be back to normal.

Uruvion listened carefully. When the robbed man said "We will be watching" it made him feel uneasy but he considered what the man was saying.

He spent the rest of the evening going over what was said in his head. He knew that these people couldn't be trusted but his interested was piqued. After a few hours, he looked out the window to see that the sun was starting to set. He stood up, reaching into the satchel at his side and pulling out a few gil for the drinks, setting them down on the counter beside the empty glass.

He silently and calmly walked out of the tavern and started walking towards the warehouse by the port. He stopped for a moment to admire the sunset over the water.

After a while he continued to the warehouse. He was prepared in case this was a trap.

As Uruvion gets near to the warehouse he begins to hear some chanting. When he gets close enough he can see a group of black robed man standing in a circle, a form can be seen in the middle of the group. Upon closer inspection a body of what appears to be a small child can be seen, the ground is red around it.

Uruvion approached the robed men slowly, taking the small wand from his waist and preparing for what could happen. His eyes widened a bit as he looked to the child, not being able to understand the chanting or ritual that was taking place.