Ongoing Siege "story"

[Lyssa_HOoO]

Hi All! Sorry for the absence but I was away due to work. Back to what is important, Siege fun. Only one person picked up on the last RP post for what I wanted to do and has asked me to resurrect the attempt. I would like everyone who has ever had the slightest notion they may want to write to join in with a piece of the story. I feel we have been cheated out of an explanation and a real purpose for Virtue and Vice but we can make this work for us. I ask no one take this personally, this is all just RP fiction interlaced with some in game events to have some FUN! Please keep it in the spirit of fun; friendly rivalry, jabs at each other are welcome but mean spirited detrimental comments are not.

The election had gone as she had expected but surprisingly far closer than she had thought it would be. While those calling themselves Virtue were celebrating the victory, Lyssa was celebrating the awakening of awareness amongst the oppressed in Sosaria. Still disorganized, occasionally prone to fight each other by mistake, the resistance was growing. The numbers defending towns were often equal to the forces of Virtue now and those skilled in thievery and intelligence gathering were finding their way to the side of the resistance.

Lyssa looked around the cabin, not much more than a shack really, and gently placed her beloved bow on the table along side the tattered journal she had been carrying. The contact should be here soon, at least she hoped he would. Her mind whirled again with the thoughts of how she had ended up in subterfuge and "spy games" as K had called them. She was a fighter not a sneak. How had she ever let herself be talked into being a courier and tasked with defending this information?

She glanced again at the book and turned to look out the window. It was cool, damp today but with the promise of some partial sun. She watched the dust particles dance in the ever growing streaks of light entering through the dirty glass and laughed. She could hear her companion now with his parting good natured jab at her housekeeping skills but thankfully this was only a temporary sanctuary during the "spy games". She sighed and said outloud "I hope that contact gets here soon..." Lyssa was feeling ill at ease and melded into the shadows of the room.​

Ok, there is the set up. Add away

 

[Nonel]

Thanks for getting this going, Lyssa. I'm excited to see the potential for some good ol' RP PvP.

 

[Lyssa_HOoO]

YW! Story addition??

 

[Nonel]

I got a little carried away on length so I'm going to hide it as a "spoiler". Thank you for permission to use your character, Lyssa.

Spoiler: Read story

The people of Britannia's northlands live a different life than the rest of Sosaria's humans. The winters are long, frigid, and windy. There is no summer; however, there is a small period of warmer rainy days. Following the discovery of ore in Mount Kendall by a monk from Yew, only the toughest prospectors and lumberjacks came to live in this area. These most hardened Britannians used the rich resources along the mountain and the Kendall River to create a sizable mining town named Minoc. The City of Sacrifice.

It was still early in the morning some miles east of Minoc on one of the few warm rainy days. The sun had only come up a half-hour prior and already it was surprisingly bright out. Beams of light streaked through the low treetops. The air was damp but had a crispness from the night's chill. There was a small home, of only a single room, sitting alone closely surrounded by the bushes and young trees of a recently regrown woodland near the ocean's coast.

Nonel Topd was cold, wet, hungover, and grumpy about it. His red beard was full of leaves and twigs and his red robe was looking green and moldy. Lying in some nearby bushes, where he had been all night, he struggled to focus on the house. Nonel marveled at the twin moons still visible in the daylight. Felucca, the smaller of the two moons, was full and still had a little time before touching the horizon out over the water. The quarter-moon of Trammel was already there. He wondered what it would be like if some magic could allow him to visit one of the moons.

He was roused from his daydream as the door to the house swung open. Out came a fully cloaked individual that immediately started east of Nonel's hiding bush and down the main path through the woods, like someone prepared to take on a long day, and quickly walked out of sight. The man that contacted him said this would be the sole occupant of the house. At least he was hoping that's what the man said. Nonel was about ten pints in at the Barnacle last night when he was approached about the job and he foolishly agreed to take it. Silver prices collapsed after the faction armies disbanded and Lord Blackthorn took rule over Britannia. He was broke and needed whatever work came his way.

The job seemed easy. Sneak into the hideout of some agent of Vice and steal a book filled with the names of supposed Virtue agents. Get paid in gold. A drunken Nonel laughed at the man as the job was explained. These ideas of fighting for Virtue or Vice in some fake little civil war right under the noses of the King and his council of governors. Nonel knew the truth. Everyone was in the fight for their own reasons. At least he could admit it.

Nonel finally crawled out of the bush with a yawn and a stretch, proceeding to brush off his hopelessly filthy robe. He wasn't taking this job seriously and he was aware of that. He was simply too miserable to care. He casually walked up to the front of the small off-white house and the simple wooden door flanked by a window to each side. Slowly and wearily kneeling down, Nonel produced a lockpick from within his robe and went to work on the door's lock. After a couple minutes of silent curses the lock turned and Nonel was able to enter the house.

The interior wasn't quite what he expected. There was a single desk against the far wall with no chair, two cots along with a heap of rags along the west wall, and a single lantern hanging in the far corner. He cautiously stepped inside and closed the door. The two windows provided enough lighting for him to see as he moved to the desk where he already had the book in sight.

Out of the corner of his eye Nonel thought he saw the heap of rags jump into the air. He turned and looked just in time to catch a fist to his cheek. He was completely stunned by the impact as a followup attack took out his legs and left him looking up at the ceiling.

He stayed silent and still on the floor for a moment before casually saying, “You know, you sneaky elves all have that same smell.” Nonel's attacker didn't strike at him anymore and Nonel was careful not to make any movements that might cause him more pain. His mouth might get him in trouble, though.

A quiet female voice responded, “So you know who I am.”

Nonel groaned in pain, “Nope.” A response that left him with a quick stomp from a boot just below his ribs. All his air left his lungs as he rolled to his side, choking and desperate for a breath.

“Don't lie!” The quiet voice became unnervingly loud to make her point.

“Ow,” was all Nonel could manage while gasping for air.

“The Virtue alliance sent you? They never quit!” Nonel wasn't sure if she was asking him or telling him.

Still out of breath, he managed to grumble a response, “I'm not with them anymore.”

At that he was struck across the chin and fell back to the floor unconscious. The elven female locked the only door then proceeded to kick over one of the cots and pick up a bow and quiver that was stashed beneath it. She walked over to the table and placed the items there, along with a dagger she had been carrying, as if preparing equipment. She glanced back at Nonel. He was out for several seconds, but he was stirring slightly now.

“We'll see.” She turned back to her gear on the table. She picked up the book Nonel was after in one hand, her dagger in the other, and turned. “You know-” She lost her words. There was Nonel on his feet, impossibly but seemingly recovered, casually wiping his nose with his wrist.

He grinned, “It's the smell. I knew you were an elf 'cause,” he shrugged, “you know, the smell.”

The elf's face contorted into a face of anger as she lunged at Nonel with the dagger. She was fast and Nonel immediately recognized his luck at managing to evade the attack as he came up inside her reach and deftly twisted the dagger from her hand. The weapon clattered across the floor as he used both hands to snatch the book from her and make a run for the door. At that moment the door opened and the cloaked person from before appeared in the entranceway.

“Lyssa!” the male voice under the hood shouted, “Bow!” The elf woman, Lyssa, turned to grab her bow while the cloaked male braced himself as Nonel shouted like a madman and charged toward him. At the last moment, and much to the cloaked man's surprise, Nonel cut a couple steps to the right and launched himself headfirst through one of the windows next to the door.

He stumbled to his feet quickly. His beard now full of glass, with several rivulets of blood running down his head and face, Nonel ran for the woods. He didn't react, or possibly didn't notice, as several arrows whistled by. He ran until he was sure he wasn't being tracked.

His head really hurt now.

 

[kelmo]

*smiles*

 

[Lyssa_HOoO]

It had been days since that insolent thief had escaped with the journal. So far no one was gloating over its retrieval, no mention of it being offered for sale, it had vanished along with that Nonel Topd.

Lyssa took a moment from her search to listen to the local crier spreading the news. "So it begins..." she said softly to herself as she walked away with a pensive smile. This "king" could not even be bothered to attend regular Governor's meetings these days? The common day to day business of the people he has sworn to protect and support is no longer important enough for a bit of his time but he would still call upon the citizens to defend and die for him when his reign was threatened... perhaps now those who had blindly followed Blackthorn will see his true nature.

She moved quietly through the streets of Britain and headed for the Moongate. This was news the resistance would need to hear. There would be plans to make, supplies to gather in preparation for the influx of those soon to be disenchanted of "the virtuous".

Come on everyone, you all have ideas where we can take this story line! Add to it. A good story line will just enhance the VvV fun we have on the weekends.