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Marrok, The Wanderer (Open)

PostPosted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 9:23 am
by waterlily
One is noticing that his first stab at RPing is a bit guy-ish and light on the fantasy. Hopefully as the story unfolds One can incorporate more fantasy elements. This is open to anyone that is daring and One will continue the story regardless.


Marrok, The Wanderer

The sun is just beginning its morning rise above the horizon. Marrok can feel the warm sun-rays as they shine through the cracks in the barn doors. After sleeping in a cold barn, a warm morning is very welcome. As Marrok gets up, he starts to feel his joints cracking left and right. Maybe it was the stiff barn floor or the bar fight he got into last night over virtual darts. *Ow. My jaw.* Marrok can still feel the punch that pretty much caught him off guard and knocked him out. *Those son's of bitches were lucky there were 5 of them.* Marrok doesn't really like unfair fighting. There is no honor in it.

As Marrok gets up, he realizes that the odor he has been wondering about is coming from him. *Time for a shower.* It's easy to get dressed in the morning when you slept in your smelly clothes last night. Marrok sets out for the nearest secluded watering hole. He remembers a nice hot-spring at the base of those mountains to the east. Arriving at the smokey crater, Marrok quickly takes off his cloths and slowly steps into the very hot hot-spring. With every inch deeper into the water a spike of sensation climbs his back and has his hairs standing up on edge. *Mmmmm. Niiiice* Marrok closes his eyes and slowly submerges himself completely under the hot steamy water as if to take a long and restful nap. Time seems to have completely come to a halt.

Re: Marrok, The Wanderer (Open)

PostPosted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 7:29 pm
by waterlily
30 Seconds Pass.

As Marrok begins to rise from his blissful submergence, he can already smell 5 of them coming up the hill and hear 3 of them trying to flank from the rear. *2 Warlocks, 2 Rogues, 3 Archers and something big that smells really bad.* He quickly exits the spring and reaches for his sword. As he pokes his head up, he remembers last night. He was having a drink playing some darts and winning. A bad combination in this part of town. Some people do not like to lose. And it appears they are back for a second round with some more friends. Marrok now recalls that smell. *darn, an ogre. And a big one at that.* Marrok sizes up the situation and figures he can take out 2 or 3 of them without any trouble, but that ogre poses a tiny problem. Marrok quickly takes out the rogues and deflects a fireball at the archers and smiling while their wooded gear lights up like a christmas tree. Next he knocks out the two mages and attempts to whack the ogre in his jewels with a sheathed sword. As the ogre proceeds to use Marrok's head and body as a punching bag, he realizes that was a big mistake. Marrok blocks a few hits and then goes for the juggular. After a few gasps for air, the big guy finally goes down. Although Marrok has a few more bruises than yesterday, he is glad no one was killed. Marrok has vowed to never kill again, which sometimes poses a problem because others do not share his sense of honor. Trying not kill someone who is trying to kill you never goes well.

Marrok finishes getting dressed and decides its time for breakfast. Rather than stick around this area, he wonders off into the deep woods where he can snack on the various produce nature can provide. Since his first transformation Marrok has enjoyed the solitude that comes with the wild. After munching on berries and flowers, Marrok decides to dress his wounds and take a rest. No matter how secluded a place Marrok can never truly rest. He sleeps with one eye open so to speak.

Re: Marrok, The Wanderer (Open)

PostPosted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 4:37 pm
by waterlily
Marrok awoke to the stinging of thousands of bee's. It seems he fell asleep under a beehive. Surprisingly enough, Marrok is allergic to bee stings. He has a horrible reaction and dies on the spot.

The End.

Re: Marrok, The Wanderer (Open)

PostPosted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 1:56 pm
by Foxyfireswings
(Ahh much sadness, I was reading and was going to make an appearance with my latest creature but you died) :(

A lone wolf stands on a tall hill high above the treeline as she watches the human get attacked by the bees then fall silent, she had been running by when she noticed him laying there. Not sure of what to do she slowly descended the hill, her tail raised high as she drew closer to him to inspect him. Glaring up at the bee hive she bared her fangs and jumped high over him, grasping the hive within her jaws and shaking it, tearing and ripping it to pieces, her powerful jaws easily crushing through the hives weak shell. The bees swarmed up around her, the fur on her back ignites and the bees were instantly engulfed.


Re: Marrok, The Wanderer (Open)

PostPosted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:10 pm
by waterlily
Well if you want to start another one I would revive marrok or send in waterlily. LMK

Re: Marrok, The Wanderer (Open)

PostPosted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:21 pm
by Songhue
OOC| Aww, poor bees. :( Though it is amusing to me that yer 'meeting' Vineda twice (although it more seems you just don't have a good view of her atm in the other thread)