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| Index FAQ Search Memberlist Usergroups Profile Private Messages Log out LordOfTheLEGO classic-castle.com Forum Index Gaming Classic castle roleplay! Classic castle roleplay! Goto page Previous 1, 2, 3 ... 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16 Next Author Message LordOfTheLEGO Foot Soldier Posts: 240 Joined: 23 Oct 2003 Location: Middle Earth Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 9:16 am ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Bjarn looked down at the two guards. “Quickly!” he hissed, “Reno, Aros, you look the most like those two, get in their armor quickly!” As the two brother struggled with the rainbow armor Bjarn, Graygon, Drakko and Willem gathering thier weapons that had been laid nearby and concealed them under thier tattered cloaks. Aros took the lead and Reno the rear as the rest of the ‘prisoners’ stumped along in the middle. Soon they met up with a guard. “Where are you takin’ these blokes, an’ where are the two young ones?” asked the guard roughly. “The weak ones didn’t make it.” Aros snarled, “We’ve takin’ therest to be executed.” The guard raised a grimy eyebrow. “Then you’re going the wrong way, the arena is that way. Wos yer name anyway?” In an instant, Willem had slipped one of his dagger into the guard’s gut. He fell with the smallest of groans. “Quickly!” Bjarn hissed again, “We have now time to change into his armor! We have to find Barbod!” One Brick To Rule Them All! http://www.lugnet.com/~1850/CC-Roleplay/ Back to top gcg Serf Posts: 21 Joined: 06 Feb 2004 Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 8:56 pm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ “I am Barbod, I AM THE BULL!” the bull king yelled, charging toward the assassin again. ‘Witless barbarian.’ Faolan thought to himself, ‘I was fighting for my life when he was in diapers, and I’m younger then him!” He easily dodged the bulls charge and swung his sword deep into the kings back. The roar that resulted shook the ground around him. Barbod turned around quickly and raised his spear. he brought it plummeting down at the asassin. Faolan just smirked behind his mask and raised his sheild. the spear was deflected sideways and threw the bull off balance. Faolan then drove his sword into the Bull kings side. “Hmmm. pathetic. For all your legends I thought you’d be more of a challange.” Faolan raised his sword and brought it plummating down toward the bulls head. Barbod quickly raised his spear to block it. The move saved his life, but his spear was split straight down the middle. The king threw the shards aside to try and kill the assassin with his bare hands. He leaped toward the assassin, but only received a sword deep into his right shoulder, rendering it useless. “Lously barbarian! You stand no chance, I never fail. Never!” Back to top thegreatone Apprentice Posts: 162 Joined: 17 Jan 2004 Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 4:11 pm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The group staggered along, until they came to the main gates of the dungeon. There were a group of Rainbow knights, accompanied by the king. “There!! The Fools are trying to get away!! ” and 3 of the knights charged at the misfits. The knights would easily win, due to more numbers. ” Surrender!! and your death shall be swift!!” the king bellowed. The group looked at one another, an dropped there weapons to the floor, they were gonna die, it was certain. The guard nearest to the door dropped to the floor everybody followed him as he fell to the floor, dead. The killer pulled his sword from the the guards back. There stood Smyth. ” Well hello again fellas!” the misfits immediatley picked up there weapons. the king was barking orders left and right. The misfits crashed through the band of rainbow knights, knocking a number of them to the floor. “Run!! the others will be here for me!!” Smyth said and he stood at the door, weapon in hand, he was gonna hold the knights off. Bjarn looked at Smyth. “Why did you come back?” Bjarn asked smyth ” A pirate always returns a favour... Now be off!!” The group did what Smyth said and ran. “Where can we find Barbod!” Drakko asked. Back to top LordOfTheLEGO Foot Soldier Posts: 240 Joined: 23 Oct 2003 Location: Middle Earth Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 2:20 pm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ “I dunno, the last I saw of him he was fighting that manic!” Bjarn shouted. Reno was amazed “If he’s still there, that means he’s been fighting for hours!” Rounding a bend, the misfits found themselves once again in the arena. “Oh megabloks...” Aros moaned. Barbod was on the ground bleeding horribly, the assasin standing over him with a wide grin on his face. Before the assasin could plunge he sword into Lord Barbod’s chest Drakko ran forward and tackled him. The misfits were in the fray once more... One Brick To Rule Them All! http://www.lugnet.com/~1850/CC-Roleplay/ Back to top sith35 Villein Posts: 26 Joined: 26 Jan 2004 Location: Sycamore, Illinois Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2004 2:41 am ------------------------------------------------------------------------ As Drakko and the assassin began to square off, the rest of the group was being charged by a large group of guards. “Well at least it is not the megablockin fruity colored knights and just normal guards.” Willem said with a slight smile. “Yea, it is almost a fair fight with a wounded.” Graygon replied. With that the guards were on them Willem and Graygon stood back to back, fighting with all the anger and courage they had in them. Reno, Aros, and Bjarn had set themselves up the same way, allowing no one to sneak up on them, everyone was fighting like it was their last stand. The more guards that dropped, the more that they seamed to come pouring out. It was like a dam had broke, and all that was flowing through it was waves of the enemy. Near the other side of the small arena Barbod struggled to get up, there was no way he was going to be defeated after he has come this far. The rage was coursing through his veins, anger had filled his heart, and vengeance was the only thing on his mind. blood was flowing from his wounds, but that did not stop him, he was going to avenge the death of his father and the destruction of his entire way of life. Drakko was standing right by his side, he knew that as much as Barbod could do this, a little help from him could not hurt. The assassin had a bit of a smile, the two men that the king wanted dead the most were standing right in front of him, the money was as good as his. Drakko handed Barbod a sword and the three of them prepared for the battle at hand, even the guards did not want to have anything to do with this fight. Some stood by to watch, while the rest tried to over run the rest of the misfits. The king and his knights that were still living had arrived at the arena, there was no rush in them, they knew that the group was going to try and save their friend. They stood and watched the event, which to the surprise of the king had a number of his peasants watching. He started to realize that this may be a long battle, and that his guards would not do well without some support. Ordering his knights to join in the fight was the only thing he could do. ‘My kingdom rests on the outcome of this battle, how could a group of misfits such as this cause me this much trouble.’ The king thought. As the battle raged beyond the boiling point Willem and Graygon were the first two to receive an attack from the knights, Graygon saw the blue armor approaching between two guards. Graygon watched and waited as the knight pushed the guards out of the way, in doing so let him wide open. Graygon thrust his sword straight through the knight’s visor, deep in to the man’s skull his sword was lodged. Graygon pulled the knight’s sword from his hand and slashed the two guards that were pushed to the ground. Willem was almost enjoying himself, the guards did not even offer him a challenge. The smile was still on his face as two of the knights approached him, this is a bit more of the challenge he is looking for. Willem matched the attacks from both knights, as if he was just toying with them. As one of the knights thrust at him Willem pulled him past him, right in to three guards and slashed at the other knight, removing his sword arm. As the other knight pushed himself, he was pushed back to the ground with a sword driven deep in his back. Reno, Aros, and Bjarn were do rather well, considering the two brothers were fighting in armor that they had never worn before. The three of them were as one, fighting as if they knew what the next move of the enemy was. That was until a green knight blindsided Bjarn, Bjarn hit the ground it was nothing more than a punch, but it threw their rhythm off. Aros, saw this in a instant and kindly removed the head of the knight. “I don’t think he will be trying that again.” Aros said as the blood spattered across his armor. Bjarn quacking got up, rubbing his jaw. “The next one is mine” Bjarn shouted as he rushed the next knight that was working his way toward them. Bjarn collied with the knight, pulling the knight’s helmet off as the two fell. Bjarn let out a loud yell as he bashed the knight’s head in with the helmet. Reno was mopping up the guards left and right, they proved no challenge to him. “Besides the color this armor ain’t half bad.” Reno said with a slight laugh. If it doesn’t fit FORCE IT! If it breaks then it needed to be replaced anyways. Back to top thegreatone Apprentice Posts: 162 Joined: 17 Jan 2004 Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2004 3:02 pm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Reno looked around at his comrades, Graygon and Willem were fighting like heroes. Barbod and Drakko were fighting like Warlords. Bjarn and Aros were fighting like Emporers. Reno looked at him self. He immediatley slashed at his armour, it was weighing him down. It fell off and crumpled in a heap on the ground. It looked like a whole army was marching through the large gates. There were too many to handle, Reno had to do something. Reno leaped up onto the walls, and luanched himself to the gate, his sword drew. He violently attacked the gates chain, this was holding the gates up, it snapped and the gates came crashing to the floor, killing a number of guards and knights in the process. A rock was flung up at Reno by one of the guards. reno saw it coming, but befoe he could react, a crushing blow hit him in the side of the head. Reno fell down through the air and landed in a crumpled heap at the foot of the gate. Reno was alive, and suprissingly unhurt, but he went into a dream like state... White figures were all around. A voice echoed in his head, it made his ears throb with pain ’ Come to me..... Come to me..... ’ a pale man appeared and he was in color, unlike everybody else. In the background images of other people flashed past, and Reno seemed to know who they were. An image of a peculiar looking man named Jones flashed by, a young knight named Alex. ’ You must come to me.... ’ the man now caught Renos attention. ’ My name is Daner Pluto.... and i can help you... Repsac Nevaroads can also guide you.... he is not as you and i am..... come to me.... come to me.....’ ” Wake up!!” a voice shouted “wake up!!” ’ Come to me..... come to me.... ’ “Wake up!! Wake Up!!!” Reno woke and looked around, battle was raging on. Back to top Barbapple Apprentice Posts: 189 Joined: 18 Jan 2004 Location: Small Town, Saskatchewan Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2004 8:05 pm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Barbod and Drakko closed in on the assasin for another strike. Barbod was mad. The whole of his horrid life, his broken kingdom, his life on the run, it was all this man’s fault. And he wouldn’t get away with it. Barbod, to Drakko’s suprise, broke into a run. He was screaming, and stabbed his sword with all his might. The assasin, taken back by the rush of energy from the bull-lord, got the full of the blade into his chest, but not before he could bring up his sword. Drakko saw a gleam of light flicker off Barbod’s back. It was Faolin’s sword. It disapered as the asassin backed away, hand on chest. ‘My job is done...I’ll get the falcon traitor later....’ he muddered, hopping over the fortress wall and disapering into the darkness. “Drakko....“Barbod wispered, “Falcon...come closer...” Barod reached to Drakko, who quickley came to his side. “If this is my end, I was glad to see it side by side with you....freind....” Barbod’s hand fell flat. He can’t be... Thought Drakko He can’t Visit http://www.freewebs.com/barbod/ muwahahahaha Barbapple, King of Penguins Back to top LEGOKNIGHT Freeman Posts: 86 Joined: 24 Jan 2004 Location: LEGOLAND Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2004 9:23 pm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Drakko was shocked. He cant believe it. He refuse to believe. Then he thought about Reno. Maybe he could help. “Reno!..Reno! Where are you?”, Drakko shouted. “Yah!”, Reno answered from a distant. “Quick! Help Lord Barbod!”, Drakko shouted again. Reno came and examined Lord Barbod. He dont know whether he can help save Lord Barbod. Drakko was enraged. He set his mind on killing the assasin. He stood up and walked off. “Where are you going?”, asked Reno, kneeling at the side of Lord Barbod. “To find the killer!”, answered Drakko. Back to top LordOfTheLEGO Foot Soldier Posts: 240 Joined: 23 Oct 2003 Location: Middle Earth Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2004 11:25 pm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Drakko’s shouting caught Bjarn’s attention. He turned to see Reno kneeling over the bloody form of Barbod and Drakko pursuing the murderous assasin. Felling another guard, he and Aros darted to Reno’s side. Bjarn kneeled and glanced at Reno, praying to all the gods he ever heard of that the Bull King would live. “How is he??” Aros gasped breathlessly. Rneo did not answer. He was too busy ripping away Barbod’s shirt exposing grevious wounds. One glance at Barbod’s wounds brought tears to Bjarn’s eyes. It would take no less than a miracle to save his friend. Standing up, Bjarn wiped the tears away with a bloody hand and looked around. It is time to end this. Leaving Aros, Graygon and Willem Blackcloak to protect Reno and Barbod, Bjarn charged at the nearest group of soldeirs and dismembered them within seconds. Turning from the lifeless bodies, he darted up the nearest stairs and slew another six men. The world would pay if Barbod died. From his vantage point at the top of the wall, Bjarn could see the balcony where the King sat, appearently enjoying the carnage. As Bjarn watched, the King belched loudly and waved to a sevent for another platter of food. A blinding anger filled the old Forestman. Red mist clouded his vision. Bjarn had one goal now, one goal only. Running the length of the wall, Bjarn grabbed a fluttering banner and swung down to the gallows, where he flipped and grabbed hold of the noose. Swinging around, he gained speeder until he suddenly let go and launched himself at the balcony. Bjarn flew thougth the air like a rock launched from a trebuchet. He hit the left guard protecting the King and had decapitated the second before the third and last gaurd could raise his sword. Seeing the verocious Forestman bearing down at him, the last guard flung himself from the balcony, where he met Graygon’s sword. Grabbing the fat King, Bjarn held his battered saber against the King’s throat and growled into his ear “Call off your guards, you filth.” With a wave of the defeated King’s hand, the fighting lulled to a momentary stop. One Brick To Rule Them All! http://www.lugnet.com/~1850/CC-Roleplay/ Back to top thegreatone Apprentice Posts: 162 Joined: 17 Jan 2004 Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 11:24 am ------------------------------------------------------------------------ As Bjarn had his saber held to the Kings neck the guards all around the group stopped and threw there weapons on the floor. “Ah... I thought we would have to take this buisness elsewhere, but as it is now safe.....” Reno muttered to himself. He took his pack from his back (no joke intended) and searched through it. the onlookers only wondered what the young wanderer was doing, and then Reno took it out. He had a small knife in his hand. “What are you doing!!” Drakko screamed “I thought.... you.... were... gonna get.... the assasin....” Barbod gasped. “yeah well.... What are you doing!!” Drakko asked once again at Reno. Willem smiled slightly, he knew what Reno was doing. “I am using an old wolfpack method of cutting open where the wound is, to get easier access. I will not be able to see into his cheast if he only has a little opening, therefore i have to open his cheast to see better, i will easily cure the wound that i make.” Reno explained. He began to get to work. barbod did not make a sound. “Where di you learn all this stuff?” Graygon asked who was now wiping his sword. Reno carried on his work while he was explaining. “I have been a traveller all my life. I have learnt many customs and rituals. I also learnt the arts of curing. I learnt about the world. And about how to fight. I have learnt alot. And travveled alot. I have travelled to learn all the things of the world. I have visited all the factions ao this world. I was there when the great battle of the forests and Royals took placem in which your father young Graygon, and Willem Blackcoat, and the forestman Bjarn took part. I was there, young Graygon when your father died....” Reno was now looking deep into Graygons eyes. Willem was staring at the open gash in Barbods chest. “This is neither the place or time to discuss matters of this kind.” and Reno began his work again. Graygon was now quietly staring at Reno. Reno had all his focus on Barbod. Reno took his pack off again, and took a small bottle of bright blue liquid. He took another peice of Fabric out, and put the slightest liquid on. “Barbod. this is going to sting a little...” reno warned “What....is it....” Barbod groaned he looked at the blue liquid. “Its from the spings of jarnok, in Dragon Masters land. It is made of Dragons blood, mixed with a mystical herb in which the dragons eat. It is said that it can cure the most feirce wound, for a short time. No more questions, this takes concentration...” Reno dabbed the liquid around the Bull kings wound. Reno could feel Barbods breath ” Ready?” and before barbod could react or answer, Reno already had the fabric in Barbods wound. A soothing sense came over Barbod, but then it began to throb, it felt like his skin was going to be rippd open. Then the sense came over Barbod again. The pain was still beyond measure, but now it was not so bad. “That will do to be going on with. Now Barbod cannot walk, and we need to get out of here....” Back to top LordOfTheLEGO Foot Soldier Posts: 240 Joined: 23 Oct 2003 Location: Middle Earth Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 12:49 pm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ While Reno tended to Barbod Bjarn was slowly leading the defeated King off the balcony and into the courtyard, where he could be seen by all the gaurds. “Open the main gate before I split your fat king’s throat!” Bjarn commanded. Hastily the guards pushed open the gate and stood back sullenly. “There’s that old prisoner wagon waiting outside,” Bjarn informed the misfits, “Perhaps we could get away from here in that.” “Right!” Willem and Graygon limped over to the empty gallows where they proceeded to hack off a board with Bjarn’s hatchet. When they were done, they slipped the crude stretcher under Barbod and started carrying him the the wagon with Reno and Drakko steadying the wound Bull King. Bjarn began backing towards the open gate still holding the king in a death grip when Aros suddenly left his side and darted into the castle. Before Bjarn could call out Aros was back toting a sack. “I spotted these herbs and salves when we were escaping from the jail!” he gasp breathlessly. “Good thinking!” Bjarn approved. They were now nearing the wagon. Aros stared at the overloaded craft. “There’s no way we can all fit on that.” he said disparingly. Suddenly, before anyone could reply, an arrow spun out of nowhere and hit Aros full in the chest. Distracted, Bjarn loosed the king and knelt to help Aros. The king scampered off and the gates closed as a volly of arrows rained down upon the group. “Get out of here!!” Bjarn shouted and slapped the horse’s rump. It reared and sped away, pulling the cart with the rest of the misfits onboard. Bjarn hoisted Aros over his shoulder and ran-limped his way to the nearest shelter. Arrows rained down upon him, but luckily the archers were bad shots. Bjarn and Aros were soon deep in the woods and protected from the arrows for now. Alone. One Brick To Rule Them All! http://www.lugnet.com/~1850/CC-Roleplay/ Back to top jimjo Serf Posts: 22 Joined: 06 Jan 2004 Location: guess...... Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 1:45 pm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Ughh...” Aros whimpered as Bjarn stood nearby the trees. “Argghhh!!” Aros cried as Bjarn took hold of the arrow and pulled it from the injured Aros. “So you were in a war..... with Willem and Graygons father?” Aros asked as he tried to sit up. Bjarn breathed deeply. “Yes, but i would rather talk about it.” Bjarn said bluntly. Aros got what Bjarn was trying to say and stopped talking. Bjarn drew an arrow and picked his Bow up. Aros drew his sword. Aros watched Bjarn, to see why he had took up his weapon. Bjarn then dropped his bow to the floor, and sat next to Aros. “Your brother is a good man. Never forget that.” Bjarn said, with no emotion in his voice. Bjarn stood and limped silently over to the trees. “It seems like this journey may soon be over. We will all take our seperate paths. You will obviously be going with Reno.” Bjarn informed Aros. “Bjarn, what about yourself, you always care for other people, what about you?” Aros asked. “Forget about me, soon i will be gone....” Bjarn said “But no!! you need to have a purpose in life.... everybody has a purpose...!” Aros told Bjarn. “Yes!! even you have a purpose...” Aros added. Bjarn looked into the distance like he did not care. But he realised what Aros was saying, and chukkled sighlently to himself, he did have a purpose, he must have. “We better go....” Bjarn said. there is a child in your eyes and the child neverdies so keep the dream alive Back to top thegreatone Apprentice Posts: 162 Joined: 17 Jan 2004 Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 1:44 pm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Where are Aros and Bjarn? Reno thought to himself. Drakko was the one who was directing the horses. Barbod was still in bad shape. He was getting better though, and was now able to sit up, and speak in a proper sentence. Willem, as usual, was sat in the corner of the cart, sharpening his thowing dagger. “You...were in the battle in which.... my father died...?” Graygon trailed off, and looked into the distance. “Yes. Your father was a servant for a nobleman. He and Willem, and Bjarn. They were all honorable, the noblemans envolvement with another nobleman, concluded in a battle between the two nobleamen. The noblemen were very reconised individuals of there respected factions. Your father, with the wolfpack .” Reno said. “But how did he get involved in such a battle?” Graygon enquired “He fought for the pack, the forestmen, but most of all, you and your mother. He was a popular, and a strong fighter, but he wanted what was best for you and your mother.” Reno finished “How did he die, and where....?” Graygon asked “Your father died, at the battle of Ronolo springs. It is where you now know as ’ Paradine springs ‘. He was protecting your mother, you, and thye nobleman. He took 3 arrows to the chest, and a sword to the shoulder, but he continued fighting until you and your mother escaped. he died in the company of Me, Bjarn, and Willem....” reno glanced at Willew, he had now stopped sharpening his blades and was staring at the sky blue sky. “But.....” Graygon began. “No, no more questions, you will find out. We need to find away to get off this island...” Reno finished Back to top LEGOKNIGHT Freeman Posts: 86 Joined: 24 Jan 2004 Location: LEGOLAND Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 6:50 pm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Grid: O17 Location: Border of Fright Knights Land As Drakko controlled the horses of the horse cart, he began to wander who that assasin was? If he was not mistaken, he overheard the assasin saying “falcon traitor” during the fight where Lord Barbod was injured. Could that “falcon traitor” be him? He was the only Black Falcon present at that time. Could the Falcon King have known that Drakko has betrayed him? But Drakko has not betrayed the King. He was merely trying to find the truth. “Where are we going?”, asked Reno. “We are headed for Fright Knights territory”, Drakko answered. “Fright Knights!” exclaimed Reno. “Yah. Right now the whole KK army are hunting for us. The only safe place is there unitl we can find a ship to sail off this island” said Drakko. “Safe you say?! I dont know which is worst, the KK army or the Fright Knights? The Fright Knights gives me the creep” Reno said. “What about Aros and Bjarn?”, Reno asked again. “I have feeling that Aros and Bjarn would be heading in the same direction” answered Drakko. “I hope so too”, said Reno. Back to top Daimyo Villein Posts: 31 Joined: 26 Feb 2004 Location: Paragould, Arkansas Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 7:33 pm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Grid: N-10 Location: Port Crown BRECK Silandro sat on the rotting timbers of the Port Crown Docks. His life was spent. There was nothing left for him but the sea. He’d been discharged from the Crusader Army, left to rot in this scummy port on the edge of the bloody world. It was hopeless. A towering white ship, aglow with lanterns and candles, slowly edged into the harbor. The flag of the Royal Knights flew from the mizzen. Breck despised these pompous, arrogant knights who strode about acting as if they could boss the world around. A few blue-clad officials, shakos towering over their square-jawed faces, marched past him without a glance, one hitting him in the shoulder with his leg. “Who do you think you are, braggart?” shouted Breck, unflinching. “We are the Royal Emissarys to Crusadar, peasent. And we have no time for your petty begging.” “Aye, and soon you’ll be beggin’ for your hide. Come over here, knave!” The official unsheathed his rapier and lunged at Breck, who flipped out his ivory-handled tomahawk. He avoided the Royal’s stroke, slammed his axe in at the right moment. The offcial staggered forward, gasping for air. Breck removed the axe with a tug. The others simply walked by, not seeming to notice (or too scared to). Breck Silandro sheathed his axe and strode into the moonlight. It was time he got out of Port Crown. 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