Tormented Soles - A Tickling RPG (Roleplaying Thread)

[cassandra1]

This is the thread where we will do the actual roleplaying. First, a reminder of the rules:

Rules:

1. You cannot kill another roleplayer's character without his/her permission. You can only kill Non-Player Characters (NPCs), but preferably not key NPCs like the authority figures and such.

2. Never EVER take control of someone else's character without permission. This means that if your character asks another char a question, you would have to wait for that person to post a reply. Similarly, if you attack someone or have him/her surrounded, always give that person a chance to defend himself/herself instead of posting the outcome right away.

3. This is a tickling RPG, but it will also be quite story-oriented. That means you cannot be the nameless, faceless stranger who shows up out of the blue and tickles everyone for no reason. Every character must have a short story behind him/her. No need for an entire paragraph, just two or three lines explaining who he/she is.

4. There is a difference between what the roleplayer knows and what his/her character knows. The roleplayer may have read an earlier post and found out where the enemy is located, but his/her character does not. The character would need some other way to find out, or remain clueless.

If you wish to join this RPG, do not post your character sheet in this thread. Use the one in this link:

http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=13709

 

[cassandra1]

Emperor Oralack died: no official successor had been appointed, and all blood heirs were either small babies or withered old fools.

Only three men, Oralack's nephews, stood and vied for succession - but the Geramorea - the Imperial Senate - rejected their claims and elected an infant as a puppet sovereign.

So the Galthari Brothers started worming their way in the shadows, by corruption and murder, to sway Geramorea's decision's to their favour. But when success and throne finally seemed at hand, a mysterious dagger took the baby Emperor's life and threw Empire into chaos.

Geramorea took power as a temporary measure, while House Galthari almost collapsed, torn by distrust.
Kin accused kin, distrust degenerated into hatred. Hatred into strife.

Each Factions accused the others of the murder - and the once proud House Galthari became a sorry shadow of its former self.

Geramorea passed strict laws to cement its power, and effectively barred from succession even the most collateral heirs.

The three Factions had been prohibited from fielding imperial troops to settle a family feud - officialy for the greater good of the populance - so they sent out agents looking for help elsewhere.

...

"They said it was just a rumor, but now you have hard proofs: it is true, the Galthari feud is for reals, and the Brothers are hiring out.

It was supposed to be a secret, but when money and war are involved, secrets rarely remain so.

Every rogue and ruffian knows the Brothers are dead serious: they are about to wage war against each others.
It is only a matter of time, they say. Maybe summer. Or even spring.

And when one will rise victorius from the strife... there is still that old Geramorea's score to settle."

...

"Your role in the forthcoming war, you ask? Why bother, you say?
Ah... riches, duty, vengeance. You name it.

Oh... so you want to stay neutral, eh? Your choice, but heed me well: either you help them, or you are against them.

They're starting proscriptions: before you know, you are on their black list, and you are as good as dead.

The agents are secretly scouring the cities for sympathizer of the enemy factions. Those they can't recruit, they imprison.

And when they got theirs paws on you... they know how to make you talk.
You'll better cough up a name soon, and the poor scapegoat will take your place...

Don't feel too sorry, it could be you in those dingy dungeons."

 

[cassandra1]

"House Galthari used to be the largest ruling family in the Empire - in the past two centuries, most Morean Emperors came from direct or indirect Galthari line.

With the murder of the baby Empire, House Galthari sundered and reverted back to the three national kingdoms it used to be composed of, and then Galthari heirs resumed their old title of kings.

Their authority does end where Maxiamorean bannisleuca - that is city authority - starts: Bisanthium and its ports are effectively independent.

Galthari influence extends over Maxiamorea through secret agents: they need the huge trading power of Maxiamorea/Bisanthium, but they can't take it by force.

They cannot use imperial armies to march against an imperial city.
They can't use their own private troops, since they'd risk a charge for treason, and lose any chance to get power in the legal way.
They can't knock Geramorea down either, since they would lose support from the populance.
They can't act alone, since each of the Galthari Kingdoms has about half the troops Geramorea has a its disposal - and the attacking faction would be immediately attacked by the combined might of other two and Geramorea's army.

They need to worm their way into Maxiamorea's goverment by stealth.
It is a secret race to power: each Faction tries to gain favour and power by corruption, murder and scandal.
Betrayal is the way, and triple dealing is the norm.

Who will emerge victorious and claim the vacant throne?"

---

(Special thanks to Kalamos for the whole story.)

We will begin the story in the busy port city of Bisanthium, where wealthy merchants arrive from other parts of the world to partake in the various forms of entertainment in the land, and thieves await the opportunity to relieve them of their purses. Bisanthium has many shops and taverns to accomodate not just sailors and traders, but anyone who has a reason to go there. Fishermen proudly display their prized catches from the sea, grizzled blacksmiths show off their latest creations... and sinister slavers parade the bare feet of their most recently acquired slaves.

 

[cassandra1]

(Kalamos, do you want to post on the drill master character first before I do anything?)

 

[Kalamos]

Not yet. It will be a side story for a while. Let the players start on their own.
Let them explain their role in the forthcoming war.

They have some details now: they can either start at Kaphraktos, at the mustering point, or straight at Bisanthium/Maxiamorea on their own.

I would especially suggest players with "freelancing" chars to post a reason why they are in the Tharagyan peninsula. Unless they are native, they are bit far from home.

From the background stories, I'd say there are a lot of them who should/could start solo - and describe how they reached 'Santhium and why: Valdor, Gabe, Rilina, Castorp, Goku, Philamius and maybe Raine Sage.

Especially, General Philamius should explain his role: is his a covert action, or is he in Santhium on official diplomatic mission?


The others I left out could reasonably meet Kaldred [the drillmaster] in Kaphraktos: unless they want to start out in Santhium too. Time is not an issue: we can simply assume the Kaphraktos time line to happen a month before Santhium's events.

Port Kaphraktos is just a "meeting area" for the players who would like to start out together, without bothering to explain why they reached Santhium alone.

I'd also suggest players who feel their chars might work well together, to band up before actual game starts. Just decide over PMs and drop Cassandra [or me] a line about it.

Above all, have fun. 🙂


Reg's.

 

[Kleptomaniac1]

Money was coming in slower than he would've liked, so he kept his ears open for news of better business. That was when the name Bisanthium came up in conversation. Apparently being quite a popular meeting place, there were a plethora of jobs, many with wonderful rewards. So he took the first boat that was heading to that famed port.

Five seasick days later, he finally arrived.

Five days after that, he still didn't find a suitable job. Go figure.

Sitting in the Jynx Demon Tavern, Dave was simply settled at the bar, staring down into his near-empty mug of Ale. His stomach felt empty, as well as his pouch of money.

"I don't get it...they said there were plenty of jobs here for freelancers...but I haven't found a single one. Maybe it's just a slow time...or maybe I'm just looking in the wrong place..."

He glanced over to a corner booth, seeing an Orc and an Elf in an argument over who had the bigger ears. That brought forth a small grin, which was immedietly followed by a deep sigh as he brought the mug to his lips, finishing the rest of his Ale.

"Maybe I'll be lucky today and find something worthwhile..."

 

[His Divine Shadow]

Slowly turning the glass in his left hand, Valdor thought about what he had heard from the group now gathered outside the tavern. Upon entering the town earlier that morning, his attention had been caught by a large group of townspeople standing around in the town square. Their voices were loud enough for him to overhear from some distance away, and what they said gave him pause.

"Did you hear? Did you hear!? House Galthari's broken up! That's right, it back to the factions again. But that's not all! They're sending out invitations to all the town in the region, inviting their strongest men to come to Kaphraktos and join their new armies! Can you believe our luck! We can make a pile of money just lounging around while to lords argue with each other!"

Frowning again, he took another sip of his drink. "Such fools," he thought, "off to their deaths for nothing more than the trivial squabbles of fat noblemen." Sighing, he looked down at the shirasaya nihontous at his waist. It had been a very long time since last they had been drawn. In a way, it was a good thing, for he never truely enjoyed killing anyone. But in a way, it was a troubling thought. The swords were his life, and without using them, he had no purpose. But in these times, the only work to be had for a traveling swordsman was either in the far-off lands of horseman and warlords or, apparently, with the now fractured House Galthari. There was no helping it, he decided. Setting down his glass, he strode out the door, leaving a few coins on the bar, which the barkeep was too afraid to touch. Walking down the road to Kaphraktos, he murmured, "I shall decide for myself if one of the factions is worthy of my allegiance."


EDIT: Edited to better fit storyline. Bah on Kalamos. He knows why. 😛

 

[Kalamos]

I'm making the factions' names up soon, guys. 🙂


"Let me explain the current political situation, ladies and gentlemen.

House Galthari is divided into three main factions:
Each is so powerful that it is de-facto recognized as a kingdom.

Geramorea officially doesn't approve of a private war within the very heart of the empire. Truth is, as long as the Three Kings battle among themselves, it perfectly suits Geramorean purposes.

Galthari Kings almost forgot what their strife was about, to begin with.

In the beginning, fearing reprisal from the Senate, they waged a secret, cold war. It was conducted through espionage, sabotage and covert actions - meant to undermine the enemies' authority and trade prowess.

Then war escalated.

Since they couldn't use imperial troops without further jeopardizing their claim to the Morean throne, they resorted to their own private armies.

Civil war raged for about ten years. They first commited their vanguard. Then their elite troops. Finally, the reserves.

Since they all were equal in training and equipment, and none trusted anybody, they couldn't make even a short lived alliance to break the stall off.
They simply kept battling until their armies dwindled to a depleted company or two.

After some months of uneasy truce, the Three Kings even started hiring rogues and ruffians as mercenary troops.
Never an imperial ruler had descended so low as to recruit non-citizens and barbarians.

But times are dire, and desperation leads to stark, desperate choices."

 

[cassandra1]

The sights, sounds and the hustle and bustle of the port city was something to behold. It seemed that each and every person had something to do, whether it was for work or leisure, and they would probably not notice any unfamiliar faces. And Bisanthium received visitors from other parts of the land all the time. They were arriving for a variety of reasons, the most common being the search for a job.

Keeping her ragged dark grey hood over her head, Rachel stepped into the streets of Bisanthium. Though it appeared that the people were too busy with one thing or another to take a good look at her, she kept her face hidden from view at all times. Fortunately, she remembered to bring along a leather purse filled with coins before setting out on this journey. It would definitely come in handy.

"The streets are so crowded. No one from Halthrea can find me here." Rachel thought to herself as she looked around. She had been to Bisanthium before when she was younger, but never without the protection of armed guards. She felt so... vulnerable, yet independent. This would be the time when all those magic classes she took would pay off. Who knows, maybe she could even enjoy herself by using her spells on ruffians and thieves who deserved it.

But for now, she decided to stop at a tavern for a drink. Walking through the tavern door with hardly a glance from the other patrons, Rachel sat down at a table and ordered a mug of ale.

 

[Kalamos]

Addendum to previous post:


Please note: would-be mercenaries are meant to gather in Kaphraktos. Bisanthium is a neutral zone. No private armies or mercenary troops are allowed inside.

Also note: wielding arms or wearing armour within Bisanthium and most imperial cities is usually illegal, or, in the very least, shunned upon as a barbaric habit.

Traders/Mercs usually pay a tax, and they are allowed to bear arms, as long as they stay within the port district.

A clerk will seal the scabbard/weaponcase with hotwax. A similar seal is adfixed upon conspicuous armour. Seals indicate the tax has been paid.
Broken seals are usually ground for a stiff fine and usually further investigation on the charge of illegal bearing of arms, and possibly assault.

...

[I should have made up easier names... 😉 ]

I'll be posting some design notes, since I'm making this setting up from zero and there is no sourcebook you can draw from.

You probably noticed a definite "roman" influence, but there's more than meets the eye [argh... how clichèd], so if anybody is curious, I'm keen to explain where the names come from and how I'm writing the campaign up. 🙂

Some quick notes:

Tech level is about later roman plus magic.
This means a lot of advanced facilities are available, albeit almost only to the fairly well-off people.

Magic itself is rare: full blooded human can't usually use it. Only elven and dragon-kin can use it.
It is severely regulated too: only a few selected ones are trained in its uses, and are usually trained as seers, healers, engineers and "human artillery".

As a variant to usual campaign, the "ruling" race is halfelven.
Under "normal" circumstances, elves *would* be dominant, since they would wield a better tech and magic, and they would have long enslaved other races if they hadn't had moral issues.

Halfelven have no moral issues and they are unaging as elves, and very magically attuned. So, when raised by humans, they usually become exceptional war-leaders and battle-mages.

It is no surprise that the Imperial Family is almost entirely comprised of halfelves or elven-blooded humans.
One of the most reknowed emperors and re-founder of Bisanthium, Maxian T'on Aygon was a halfelf himself.

Almost all fantasy races are present: the southern and middle-eastern deserts, beyond the inner oceanus, are inhabited by numerous reptilian races.

The Talanic and Hybetic peninsulae are predominantly human-based.

To the far northwest, beyond the Arupian mountains, lies the fertile Althwyr plains - formerly inhabited by a savage sect of dark elves.

To the north and northeast, several dwarven citadels dot the rocky countryside. They are often referred to as the Kathadum Thanates.

Orcs are said to inhabit the steppes north and east of the dwarven thanates. They usually live of robbery; sometimes they sell out as mercs - and surprisingly effective too, when they care to follow the orders.

The far east is said to be inhabited by more reptilians and dragon-kins; the farthest isles are sometimes rumored to be home to a refined and flourishing culture of intelligent simians - supposedly housted out of their ancient homes by dragon-kin invaders.

Finally, on the south-eastern fringe of the Tharagyan peninsula lies Maxiamorea.


I'll be posting more.
Reg's.

 

[Zarnler]

As he walked into the town of Bisanthium he immediately looked for the closest Tavern. As he walked around the town looking for the tavern he heard many of the locals talking about the job increase. He pondered to him self about what kind of job would most suit him, but after 10 seconds he thought "Find the tavern first, then go from there". After 4 minutes of more walking around he finally found the tavern. As he walked into the tavern he noticed the waitnress glaring at him, he thought nothing of it and found a seat. After he ordered an ale he sat back and began to fiddle with his axe.

 

[Dragon321]

((so wrong... posted 1/2 a ficking page and was lost forever... can't remember it, let's just say i'm in the taver... fuckin' forum....grumblecakes...))

 

[cassandra1]

(OOC: Looks like everyone is starting out in a tavern before doing anything, but then I should probably wait for more roleplayers to post first.)

(OOC: Btw, words in brackets marked with an OOC means we're talking out-of-character, like this.)

 

[ticklishrilina1]

Rilina sighs a little bit as she steps in to the tavern. Another day, another slow day at her Apothecary, in Bisanthium's markets. She hates having to work her clandestine 2nd job, but if the Apothecary continues to not make any money, she'll have to continue.
On her way to the tavern, to spend what little money she currently has in her pouch, she forgot to take the long way around. The quickest route between her shop and the tavern runs right by the slavers; Rilina feels a shiver run down her spine as she thinks about all those bare footed girls and the passer-by's examining their feet. The worst part is the comments that she'd earn a good price too. Those were fun.
The young apothecarist and moon-lighting thief shudders one last sigh as she slides down in to an open table, ordering hot water as she pulls some paper=wrapped tea leaves from her belt pouch.

 

[Hue]

Roberta and RAPTOR make their way to the town of Maxiamorea to search for Robert and NIGHTMARE. They don't know that NIGHTMARE and Robert have two others in their group YET. When the "Terrible Twosome" show up in town, they get strange looks from the townspeople. They ignore the looks and walk to the nearest restaurant to have a bite to eat. Once there, Roberta and RAPTOR learn about the upcoming war and a few details of the various clans. Roberta orders an ale and rost boar, RAPTOR orders the same thing only in double the amount of Roberta since he is twice her size. They decide to remain in Maxiamorea for the time being. Maybe, just maybe Robert and NIGHTMARE with show up in that town.

 

[cassandra1]

Rachel turned her head, taking good looks at everyone in the tavern as she sipped on her mug of ale. The patrons did not pay any attention to her, mistaking her for some beggar, though there were a few eyeing her bulging purse and her shoes. It was an uncomfortable moment for her as Rachel was well aware of how quick Bisanthium's thieves could be when they spot a potential victim. Her eyes shifted from left to right, watching anyone who looked suspicious.

She saw some people who appeared to be travelers like her, with the worn-out adventuring clothes and weapons. Surely they did not come to Bisanthium for the same reason as her, so what could they be doing here?

Near the corner of the tavern was the entertainment provided for the patrons as they dined. An empty pair of wooden stocks was set up there, the patrons waiting for a victim to be locked in its inescapable grip. A vertical pole stood behind the stocks, with iron shackles to hold a captive's hands in place above his or her head. Rachel guessed that a slave, or maybe even one of the patrons, was meant to be locked in the stocks and tickled mercilessly. She shuddered at the thought.

 

[Dragon321]

entering the hinged doors of the tavern, Goku noticed a motley collection of patrons, all different shapes and sizes. this adventure was turning out to be worth it: he had rarely seen half of the assembled creatures, and a few he had only heard tell of in legends. he surreptitiously slipped the image-recorder from his pouch and captured a few candid 'shots'. the image-recorder was a recent invention, one which used magical energies to form a tiny two-dimensional simulacra of any given scene in carbon. colour hadn't been perfected as of yet: some problem with the inks. but it was still an excellent form of documentation for a budding research-explorer. Goku had begun compusing a series of short notes in his head about the strange alcohol-consumption rituals he was witnessing when he spied two figures that interested him.

one, sitting to the rear of the tavern with his back near the wall, was a muscular human male. Goku supposed he was of middle age or older, judging by the greying beard flowing from his chin, but he was in excellent shape.

the other was sitting by herself and fiddling around with several paper wrappers on the table top. she was not the first female Goku had seen, but she was... well, she had far more of an impact on him than others. he could see no reason why this should be so: she was pretty, yes, but no more so than any dozen girls that had passed before her, and she was far more modestly attired. tickled by curiousity, he strode towards her.

'excuse me, would i be intruding if i placed myself here?' he wondered idly how she would react to his appearance.

 

[Hue]

The Fearsome Foursome's arrival in Kaphraktos

Robert and the rest of his followers arrived in the town of Kaphraktos to find work if there was any available.

"I am hungry," Night Raptor growled, "How about we find some place to eat before finding more work, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan to me," Draco replied, "What about you fearless leader?"

"Mike's Tavern and BBQ," Robert read out loud from a sign post, "That sounds like a good place to find some food."

"Question is how much money do we have left?" asked NIGHTMARE.

Night Raptor snorted, "Do you honestly think that these full blooded humans give a damn about us. Who knows, they may try to cheat us for looking different from them. No offense Robert."

"None taken," Robert replied, "And we have 140 bucks left."

"Goody," Draco said, "Time for lunch."

The group went in and got a table in the back left hand corner. They ordered 125 dollars worth of food and ale. While they were eating, a strange female and her companion approached their table.

"We meet again brother," the female sneered. Roberta and RAPTOR got word from several of the townspeople in their town that the mercenaries were supposed to meet in Kaphraktos. Roberta knew that her brother was one so she and RAPTOR headed to Kaphraktos to find Robert and NIGHTMARE.

Robert choked on the last of his ale and when he could talk again, he said, "What brings you here sis, other than seeking your ridiculous revenge?"

"That and I am looking for work," Roberta replied, "I would like you to meet my friend RAPTOR, RAPTOR this is my brother Robert."

"Greetings young one," RAPTOR sneered.

"Hello to you too," replied Robert.

"Well look what the dog dragged in," NIGHTMARE remarked, "If it isn't RAPTOR, what brings you here boy?"

"Looking for your sorry ass," RAPTOR snarled, "Let's settle this outside right NOW!"

"Chill out NIGHTMARE," Draco said.

"Yeah man," Night Raptor said, "It will only make things very messy, and I am NOT cleaning up after you."

"Who are these other two with you?" Roberta asked Robert.

"My friends Night Raptor and Draco," replied Robert, "And IF you want to fight, then so be it, I defeated Night Raptor in single combat a while ago."

"You did?" aske RAPTOR is disbelief, "Wow, that is amazing."

"Why is that," Roberta asked in disgust at RAPTOR's sudden cowardness.

"He is the strongest of the half human and hafl dragon race," replied RAPTOR.

"I see," Roberta said, "Then I guess our feud is over, don't you agree RAPTOR?"

"Yes ma'am," RAPTOR replied.

"Mind if we join you Robert?" Roberta asked.

"Of course not sister," Robert said, "You can help us think of a new group name over lunch."

"Thanks y'all," RAPTOR said as he sat down at the table.

The group of six talked about past events and had a good time. They call themselves, "The Deadly Alliance" because with the six of them in the group, they are pretty much undefeatable now. The question is, will they find work?, will the group remain intact with 6 characters in it?, and which one will meet his or her end first? Stay tuned to find out.

 

[Kalamos]

The group went in and got a table in the back left hand corner. They ordered 125 dollars worth of food and ale. While they were eating, a strange female and her companion approached their table.

*Dollars*?

 

[ticklishrilina1]

The stocks that Rachel sees don't go unnoticed by Rilina either, but unlike Rachel, Rilina is a local. She has seen many a girl put in those, slaves and patrons alike. Serving wenches who break one too many mugs have graced them as well; the Tavern is not friendly to the sometimes klutzy.

There are several reasons Rilina moonlights as a thief and not a serving Wench. If you trip when your breaking and entering, you can run away. If you trip and break mugs, and still want your job, your pretty much in the stocks until you've worked off the debt.

Rilina dips her tea leaves in the hot water she had brought to her, and watches over the other patrons in the inn with a slight sigh.

 

[cassandra1]

(OOC: AussieMonkey, was Goku talking to Rachel or Rilina?)

 

[Dragon321]

((rilina))

 

[RaineSage]

Oh boy, this is going to be interesting. Raine thought to herself as she entered the tavern. Looking around at the populous in the establishment, she sighed to herself and seated herself at the bar, adjusting the sword at her belt and dodging the akward looks from the locals.

She found herself in this busy town after some information she... forcebly extracted from someone that had tried to lighten her wallet without her knowledge. SHe was still on a quest to find her brother, and had heard from the theif that a boy with an insidiuos look on his face and long, silver hair had come toward this place. She debated asking the barkeep about it, but decided that her thirst was a more important mater.

"Barkeep, a mug of your finest wine." She said, keeping her eyes fixated on the countertop and raising her hand to get attention.

 

[ticklishrilina1]

Rilina blinks as Goku comes over to speak to her over any of the other girls in the tavern. She isn't the prettiest, by any means. She gives a little bit of a wan smile and motions to the chair across from her, tucking her booted feet beneath her seat.

"Please, Sir, have a seat." She informs her. She doesn't seem terribly put off by his look. She lives in Bisanthium, she has seen a lot of odd looking people in her time. Sold herbs to some, stole from others.

"I'm Rilina." She holds out a soft hand for him to shake.

 

[ElFewja1]

(Yea, Im here, just been busy. Dont expect me to be a frequent poster. Forgive my ignorance, forgot what the name of the port city was. I'll try to just slide around that a bit)

A long day of travel, followed by a pathetic end. Lucius Brimstone shuffled his feet a bit on the dock, took a deep breath of salty sea air, and sighed. Had he not stopped earlier to eat, he might have made his ship; now, because of this, he stood watching the ship sail off into the distance. It wasnt exactly far, but far enough, none the less. It had taken nearly a month of travel to this local, out of sight port, and all it had earned him was a complete waste of time. Not many ships sailed to the colonies to the west, and there was little chance of finding another that could realisticly be reached before next years harvest.
"I suppose theres nothing left to do, aside from walking around this local town.." he muttered before turning his back to the ocean, probably for a good time. "At any rate, there has to be a little work to be done; could use a little gold, anyway."
With his mind set on staying in the city a little while longer at least, Lucius Brimstone wandered through town, taking in the locals and the city as he wandered. The children playing in the streets, the merchants hawking their wares, a poor soul who had entirely too much to drink preaching about the end of the world stumbling about; he had seen it many a time before, the lives of people at a port. Before long, or because he had had no way to tell the time, perhaps it had been a great while, Lucius began to hear the words war and galthari. War was always trouble, but then, where there was war, there was work. Galthari on the other hand was a term unframiliar to Lucius; worth investigation, as it was being used as often as war.
(Im assuming Im not in Bisanthium; if Im wrong, correct me and Ill edit my post)
As these thoughts went through Lucius' mind, he heard a sentence in particular that stood out;
"Im not quite sure what they'll do about Bisanthium; sure, they can raise all the armies they want, but Bisanthium cant be taken by force." - some random guy on street
"Well, it probably could, but who would follow them? Wont gain support that way, I can assure you." - other guy. (Give me a break =p)
Mm.. Bisanthium.. the word swept across Lucius' memory, stuck out. Something he should remeber, that he had known at one point. He walked on a bit, musing over the conversation, almost knocking over a fair faced woman who had walked out in front of him. Then it hit him; he suddenly remebered the map he had looked over for so long, and remebered seeing the word Bisanthium there. Yes, it was supposedly a city of vast importance in this nation, and if there was a war, it would more than likely be a center point. Or, at any rate, a good place to gather information; he had no knowledge on the matter other than it existed. With that, Lucius began his travels to Bisanthium, heading in only the general direction that his map gave.
(Done for now, Ill get around to it later. And yea, my character was trying to leave the area, doesnt know about the war and the recruiting and all that. He'll probably come back for it later. Dunno yet, Ill see what happens =p)