Ongoing RPG storyline...

[mbr1110]

Since there is no true RP during the gameplay, since we are busy grinding and/or fighting for our realm, I would like to propose an ongoing story line or story lines that can be contributed to as a building story.

I will start and see where it can go from here:

Ananath Dark Arrow sat at a table, alone, in the noisy Inn Tavern. She listened to the tales of the Marksman and Hunters as they swapped war stories. It was obvious that each of them had been realm warriors for many seasons.

Since her experience and war tours were limited, she did not interrupted their boisterous chatter. She did listen closely as they compared there different skills and how teamwork with other types of warriors worked well. She was also impressed by the Marks/Hunt teams that worked together so well and so deadly in the WZ. Instead of feeling that being a Hunt was below a Mark, she knew that her skills were just as needed as well as the techniques she had been developing

[Rising_Cold]

the stories continued as a new group arrived in the inn, Annath looked at them
trying to find what stories they would bring to the room.
There were 3, their armor had traces of blood left on them and a few scrapes here and there,
it was obvious that they had not stopped by the blacksmith yet. The group moved
to the bar. A few coins were exchanged for some beer and they moved to a table not far from hers.

They didnt bother to speak but they drank their beers as if they hadnt had a drink in weeks.
Thomas, a barbarian with little to none experience hurried to bring them a few more beers
in the hope it would losen their tongues. He might not have a lot of experience, Annath thought,
but he is as hungry for stories about the war as I am.

Thomas seated himself near the group. He waited patiently for the men to start drinking.
Annath looked at the group again, the person seated with his back towards her
had a massive shield put next to him. When she looked closely she saw that
his armor must have been made from the brightest steel, but it was coverd with dust
and it was nowhere as magnificant as it probably should be.
Thomas sat at his right side and on the left side he was flanked by an archer.
There wasnt much Annath could tell from the archer, the helmet coverd the face
making the person seem that much more mysterious.
The person in front of the knight was a mage, his tunic looked like it was about to fall appart.
'So?..' asked Thomas, 'where did you come from?'
The mage turned his head towards Thomas, 'Samal surroundings,
I still dont know how we made it out alive'