London 1412

Role playing game make up your own character and put him/her in the story. There is no magic, demons, or any of that crap. Just good old humans, you can be a master of a sword, knife, tricks what ever.

You can join in when ever during the story.

Background:
The year is 1412 in London and all hell is breaking loose. The ghetto's of London filled with Cut Throats, Assassins, and murders. It is too dangerous to walk out during the night because of the gang known as the "Lawrence's" Formed by Ryan Lawrence a 42 year old ex-assassin for the former king Randolph who was over thrown by King Jacob. Lawrence and his old assassins formed a gang and now run the ghettos with crime and treachery. King Jacob has wagged war with the ghetto and failed, so he has made a pact with Ryan Lawrence that he can have the ghetto and King Jacobs constables wont go into their business as long as he leaves the other area's alone. They have agreed and nothing has happened between them sense. The Villa which is bordering the ghetto is full of the 3rd and 2nd class soldiers and citizens. The market area which runs in the Ghetto and the Villa is a neutral zone where no one fights and at night is where the murder papers or the contracts are set. The Tourist zone north of the villa is where all the kings come to visit and foreigners. The sewers which are uninhabitable in most parts of the city are under all the major parts. The castle is where the royalty live. The Temple is where the church goers live.

Geography:

Castle is in the middle
Villa is South of the Castle
Temple is East of the castle
Tourist Zone is West of the Castle
Market is south of the villa
Ghetto is south of villa
Barracks are north of the castle.

Story 1: The kings son Elliot has just gotten married to his princess Sarah and the King has hosted a huge party for everyone to come.

My Character:
Age: 31
Name: Brian R. Roland
Weapon of Choice: Knife
Best Attribute: speech
Best fighting conditions: High Stakes
Job: Murderer
Location: Ghetto
Alliance with: Lawrence's
Enemy: Royalty
Fame: little to none

Background:
An orphan who grew up on the streets. Married to Lawrence's daughter Elizabeth who died of tuberculous.

[Gamma]

My Character:
Age: 29
Name: Soup Erman.
Weapon of Choice: Broken beer bottle.
Best Attribute: Heat Vision & X-Ray Vision.
Best fighting conditions: Drunk. Can wield 3 swords at once!
Job: village drunk/loonie.
Location: Basement of Moe's Tavern, Market District.
Alliance with: Alcohol.
Enemy: Christians.
Fame: Super Uber High! (I am the village loon/drunk after all )

Background:
Fell from space to land in the farm house of a drunk couple who thought he was a lost puppy. Eventually, when they thought they were signing dog ownership papers, they sobered up, and ten hours later realized they made the biggest mistake of their life. He realized the full potential of his super powers in college(This is london, remember?), when he found out with Lanal Ane that his X-ray vision didn't necessarily always have to be used for good.

*At the Local Pub*
This place is filled with wh0res and killers. It is a pretty terrible place but a great place to get a cheap drink or thrill. This place is as old as London itself and it has the same free loaders it has in here every day racking up a tab they can never pay and I will eventually kill them for the money they owe. What a waste of a life then again what else do they have to live for in this horrible city? A cheap thrill and drink to them is like winning the lottery to others.

Soup: HELLO EVERY ONE I AM HERE! BAR TENDER! Gimme something to drink!
Bar Tender: The usual soup?
Soup: Yes mama, did I tell you I have heat vision? If not I have heat vision and you should sleep with me.
Bar Tender: You really know how to charm a girl don't cha, Soup?
Soup: Only wh0res.
Bar Tender: ..... here is your drink.
Soup: Thats better!

Brian: Hey soup how ya doing pal?
Soup: Am I drunk? No, so bad.
Brian: Haha, anyone ever told you were crazy?
Soup: Shut up I am drinking.
Brian: Hey Rachel, how much does Soup owe ya for that?
Bar Tender: Nah it's on the house.
Brian: Alright.
Soup: So Brian, did you hear about Clancy?
Brian: No why what happened.
Soup: I kicked him in the balls!
Brian: Wow...
Soup: HAHAHAHA! More drink!
Brian: What would this city be like with out you?

*I stayed in the bar for about 2 or 3 hours and then some mercenaries came in. New to the town from what I and Soup could tell.*

Merc 1: Whiskey on the rocks now lady!
Bar Tender: Yes..
*Soup interrupts*
Soup: I don't trust people who drink with rocks. I challenge you to a duel sir!
Merc 1: You think you can handle me you stupid drunk!?
Soup: I have heat vision, I will make you melt!
Merc 1 2 3 4: HAHAHAHA!
Merc 1: I like you, let me buy you a drink.
Soup: Fine by me just be nice to the wh0re she is a great bar tender.
Bar Tender: I'm not a wh0re, he is just crazy.
Brian: Yeah but you gotta love him.

[Gamma]

*Continuing from last part of story*

*I am completely drunk now*

Soup: S..sloo guuuys...you LOVE mwee? 'Das...'das really sweet, thanks guysss..
Merc 2: Of course we do buddy! How could we not!
Merc 1: Say, Soup...do you think you could go uh...show Brian over there a magic trick or something while us boys have a nice chat with this bar tender here?
Soup: Shhhure ding guyss...i dun think he even shaw my Heat Vizzzzzion yet *burp*
Merc 4: Alright buddy, we'll be right back, don't you worry; just go show him that whatever-ya-call-it over there, and we'll take it from here.

*I walk over to Brian's seat at the corner of the bar. I say "Waach disss!" My eyes turn a glowing red, but before I can burn his cup, a dagger is pulled out and placed at the bartender's throat*

Soup: Hey G-g-g-guyyys......*burp*...I like her...dont *burp*....do nothin to her...

*I pass out. I can't use my power. I'm simply overdrunk!*

Brian: Hey! What the HELL do you guys think your doing?!
Merc 3: You like her, right? This bar tender?
Brian: Well. She's kinda hot I guess.
Bar Tender: BRIAN, WHAT THE mmhrmmmr!!!!!!!!!*muffled by Merc 2's rope*
Merc 1: Well, what we're planning on doing is taking her with us. But We'll take her alive only if you come along, buddy.
Brian: You honestly think YOU are going to get out of this bar alive if you lay a finger on her?
Merc 4: Umm...we already have a knife on her throat, buddy...
Brian: Meh. Schemantics, Schemantics, you know what I meant.
Merc 4: Well of course I did, but for heaven's sake, can someone in this damm village please use a phrase LITERALLY?
Brian: Fine, fine! If you *INJURE* her, you won't get outta here alive.
Merc 4: That's better.

*Merc 3, the merc holding a knife to her throat, then makes a small cut on her palm and shows it to Brian*

Brian: Believe me, all of you, you will not live to regret this.

*Brian pulls 2 of his knives from his jacket*

*He throws them into Merc 2's throat, and another into Merc 4's chest.

*I begin to realize what's happening, and wake up very droggily and very drunk*

*Merc 3 steps away from the Bar Tender and beckons toward Merc 1 to battle with him against Brian*

*Merc 1 pulls a sword out of a sheath on his back and walks behind Merc 3*

*I begin to stand up and pick up the beer bottle that was broken on the ground when I passed out*

Brian pulls 2 more daggers out, and throws one into Merc 3's chest, as Merc 1 is farther behind.

*Brian realizes he has no chance against this sword, and Merc 1 is now too close to throw at with any force*

*I come behind Merc 1 and stab him thru his back, and he lies on the floor bleediing*

Soup: I...I knew I shouldn't trust anyone who drinks with *burp*...rocks...
Brian: Well I'll be dammed, Soup! I didn't know you could kill a man; or at least focus long enough to do so anyway...

*Brian runs over behind the counter to aid the bar tender*

Brian: Are you alright, Jess?
Jess: I'm fine...just a scratch, is all.
Brian: Well...I'm glad your OK. Who the hell were those basturds anyway?
Jess: Tourists? *Both Chuckle*

*As Brian surveys the damage around the bar, he notices an envelope lying in Merc 1's coatpocket. It is addressed from the castle, and the writer of the letter is King Jacob.*

Soup: Whaats diss? *burp* *vomets* Well the letter is ruined. *passes out*

*I pull my knifes out clean them off on their bodies, and have found another letter about the party addressed from King Jacob*

Brian: Are you alright Jess?
Jess: Yeah I have had worse.
Brian: Yeah it is lying on the floor.
Jess: I HAVENT HAD SECKS WITH HIM!
Brian: Sure.. In any case another guy has the same letter it seems there is a party at the kings palace tonight.
Jess: Yeah everyone apparently got one who live outside of the ghetto.
Brian: Hmm, Well besides the vomit covered part of the mercs letter there is a hit out on me.
Jess: Oh my god!
Brian: Not a surprise happens all the time. But I cant tell who put it out. It looks like Jayson He.. I can't make out the rest. You Bastard Soup.

*Kicks soup*

Soup: Rocks.. Snore.

Brian: Well Jess do you want to go? The bar is empty now.
Jess: No I am good, where ever you two go there is trouble. I am only kind of hot?
Brian: What?
Jess: Never mind so you two have fun I will clean this up.
Brian: Thanks.

Brian: You better not ****ing puke on me again.

*I carried Soup out of the the bar like I always do, I suppose I am glad I am great at fighting and strong enough to carry him. I walked him on my back then i threw him into the pond and he woke up and swore at me and punched me in the face as usual and then I talked to him about the letter and he said we should go check it out.*

5 hours later in the castle district.

*The castle district, makes me wish I had enough money to just get rid of all of my problems, or at least buy jess and this nut job out of that hell hole. All these fat political guys, all more inbreed and twisted the higher up in power you get. So Jacobs son is getting married to Sarah. I almost feel bad for the girl because she is very attractive the guy who she is stuck with is piss ass ugly. 5' 4" 320 pounds of fat, he can't even walk I bet he strokes tonight.

Soup: HA the prince gets more fat every time I see him.
Brian: You got that right.
Imperial Guard: Are you insulting his royal majesty?
Brian: How can you tell it is a he?
Imperial Guard: I say sir watch your tong or I will arrest you!
Brain: What ever ya stupid pig. *I show him the tattoo of the Lawrence's*
Imperial Guard: Ah move along then. *Guard walks away nervously*
Soup: He was afaird of my heat vision.
Brian: Yup *chuckles*
Soup: I tell ya Brian if it wasn't for me you would be dead by now. Yup I tell you I am the muscle behind us. I kept us alive during all those fights like today I killed all those mercs while you were hittin on jess.
Brian: What!? You were stoned ass drunk.
Soup: Heat vision, *****.
Brian: Sorry wouldn't want that to happen to me.
Soup: No you wouldn't.

*The king announces that these two beautiful children are getting married and all that crap. Soup is sitting down drinking and arguing with some other drunk.*

Soup: NO NO NO!!!
Drunker: YES soup it happened it finally happened.
Soup: I don't believe.
Drunker: I did it, I can fly.
Soup: What ever man it isn't as good as heat vision.
Drunker: Heat vision sucks.
Soup: You suck! *Sticks tong out*
Drunker: Whoa man how did you do that?
Soup: I am amazing.

*Stopped listening after that and I noticed a few guys following me as I went around checking out "The Rip-off Stands."

My Character:
Age: 19
Name: Lac Valus
Weapon of Choice: Hands & Feet
Best Attribute: Speed
Best fighting conditions: Rain
Job: Blacksmith
Location: Smiths Shop, castle.
Alliance with: No one at the moment.
Enemy: Murderers
Fame: None whatsoever.

Background:
Orphaned at a young age, parents were killed by an assassin. Lac swore his life to killing those who did, but for now, he makes weapons for the militia.

[Jorgi]

My Character:
Age: 18
Name: Skirl "???"
Gender: Male
Weapon of Choice: Whatever he can find, usually long staves.
Best Attribute: Rage and, area attacks and stealth.
Best fighting conditions: He doesn't care.
Job: Fruit seller.
Location: Market square, home in gehtto.
Alliance with: None.
Enemy: The King.
Fame: The Local fruit dealer.

Skirl doesn't know where he comes from, he has no family exept his little sister of age 7, wich is really sick, and she is acting strange. Skirl wants To help his sister, but the King and the goverment says he isn't worth nothing, he is just a foreigner selling fruit. No one knows where Skirl get's his fruit from.
Skirl has lost all his memory, and now he is in search for his family and someone to help him cure his sister. With only a vision in his dream about this place in London to lead him.
In the night time he fights like a shadow and protects the villagers in the Gehtto from robbers and corrupt Royal Guards.
Most of the time Skirls sister is in some kind of sleep, but sometimes she can talks. She is 7 years and he doesn't know her name, each time he asks, she falls asleep again.

*The men who were following me stopped after I went into a crowed civilian area and I went to go talk to a smith about getting new blades. While I was walking there I saw a few of my old Orphan friends as either soldiers, market works, or pick pockets. Yeah it brought back a lot of memories of my child hood. Also of Elizabeth and how she used to give the scraps of food we had to the starving children. I remember one's parents were just killed and we had housed him for a few months.

Soup: There you are!
Brian: What do you need Soup?
Soup: I am here to make sure you don't get yourself into any trouble. After all you would be dead instantly if it weren't for me. Yeah let me tell you something Brian, Heat Vision.
*As Soups eyes appeared to glow red*
Brian: Whoa soup watch out with those things citizens are around here.
Soup: Yeah your right, so where are you heading?
Brian: I am looking for a smith to repair a weapons.
Soup: Since when do you have money?
Brian: Since the mercs decided to give me theirs.
Soup: haha stupid they couldn't have givin it to you they were dead.
Brian: ......you are something else.

*We walk to a stand and find a young boy, soup goes and tells him his name and instantly demands hm to repair my weapons or he will use his heat vision.*

Brian: Whoa relax Soup he is just a kid.
Soup: Exactly why he needs to learn now not to mess with me and telling me I don't have heat vision and saying it is dumb and stupid!
Brian: He didn't say that though you are just making up stuff.
Soup: HA! oh yeah right! So I am a bit loonie. *As Soup looks at the boy crazy as ever and kicks him in the nuts.*
Soup: Hurts, dont it!
Lac: ughhh... *falls over in pain*
Brian: What did you do that for?
Soup: I asked him if he wanted a Hurtz Donut...
Brian: No you didn't you just kicked him in the nuts.
Soup: *Smiles and kicks me in the nuts*
Brian: Ughh... *falls over in pain*
Soup: HURTS, DONT IT!!!!!
Brian: Yes it does.

*After we recover I apologize for my crazy friend and ask him to repair my weapons he agrees I pay him. Soup and I leave to go give our respects to the prince and the princess for getting married.*

Brian: Soup what ever you do, do not kick the prince in the nuts okay!?
Soup: Like I would hit anything, the bastard has 7000 pounds of fat covering his junk anyways.
Brian: Okay but don't try to.
Soup: I can't promise you anything.
Brian: Oh boy....

[Xblind-samuraiX]

My Character:
Age: 27
Name: Togigawa Uzimaki
Weapon of Choice: Katana
Best Attribute: Stealth
Best fighting conditions: Night
Job: mercenary
Location:
Alliance with: Anyone who pays.
Enemy: Who I must kill.
Fame: Striking speed and cunning.

Background:A Japanese ninja coming on a mission but he won't strike until it is night time. He is an elite ninja and his katana is as long as a 6 foot 4 male's armspan. He enjoys having a good time but will be serious when need be. Does get drunk a lot and is not too smart. But a formidable warrior nevertheless.

[Gamma]

*We walk over to the grand hall of the castle, where we find the prince and princess joyfully shaking hands with the crowd*

Soup: Wait a second, why are we here again?
Brian: ...
Soup: seriously.
Brian: To pay respects to the prince and princess and congratulate them on their marriage...
Soup: Don't we hate them?
Brian: Yes; but don't forget, I have a hit out on me; I have no idea who from, either. We're here to investigate more into it...and would it not be just a little strange if we walked right through the castle without a hello to the newly weds?
Soup: So wait...if we should be nice to the prince...shouldn't I let him have some free weight loss with my heat vision? I could burn right through, it wouldn't hurt one bit!
Brian: SOUP!!!!

*We walk over to them and extend our hands in a congratulatory manner*

Soup: So, prince, have you ever considered Weight Reduc..."owww!" *Brian smashes his foot with his own*
Brian: Errrrm, he means, weight reduction on the roads...I think they're beginning to get a few potholes in em, eh? Time to put up some weight limits, we believe.
Prince: Well, Thank you for your congratulations, and I suppose your right about the weight reduction...I just may tell me father of this new possible law.
Brian: Good day dear prince, and congratulations again!

*Brian and I walk back over to the main plaza. It is beginning to get much emptier now, so they decide to talk this over with Soup on a bench away from attentive ears.

Brian: You know, I never realized it...But in the grand hall, there was a picture of the old King.
Soup: Meh. I was a bit busy looking at our princess' bobacious bussoms. 0_0.
Brian: Stop that.
Soup: *Pants like a dog*
Brian: But seriously, Soup. I just never noticed how much you and that king look alike. It was like seeing a vision when I saw that picture. You, when your older.
Soup: Look man, you think I'm going to live to be that old?
Brian: Meh. Guess your right *chuckles*
Soup: But hey. I guess I HAVE to be! I HAVE HEAT VISION!!!!!
Brian: God...again with the heat vision...
Soup: Meh. Besides, I thought you hate royalty anyway? What makes you think your best friend is one of em.
Brian:The picture, Soup.
Soup: Oh ya...

*Brian notices King Jacob walking across the main plaza, towards the entrance to the throne room*

*He sees the king talking to a man who came running at him. He was dressed in all black, with a sheath just showing under the flap of his coat, with the same jacket that the mercs were wearing.*

Brian: Soup, do you see that?!
Soup: Look man, all I see is heat.
Brian: Soup!! *Slaps Soup* Pay attention! Look at that messenger to the king over there. Wearing a familiar uniform, eh?
Soup: I seem to recall it...wait...i don't trust them...they drink with rocks!!!
Brian: Exactly, soup.

*They see him talking to the King. The King then stops, shortly before the gate to the throne room, and snaps his fingers for the guards. They cannot make out what he says, but they see the guards take him down a long flight of stairs leading below the castle.*

Brian: Thank God they didn't see us...apparently this hit out on me is quite secret; not even the prince nor any of the guards seem to be aware that I have a bounty on my head. We're getting out of here Soup...come on, I'll take you back to Moe's.
Soup: Thanks bud. *Kicks Brian in the nuts* Hurtz donut?
Brian: Ya. You can find your own way, Soup.

My Character:
Age: 29
Name: Jess Lockheart
Weapon of Choice: katana
Best Attribute: speed
Best fighting conditions: anything pretty much
Job: Bartender
Location: Moe's bar
Alliance with: Whoever doesnt like the king
Enemy: The King
Fame: being strangely quiet but deadly (no not a fart)

Background: Jess's father owns the bar, and currently works there. She grew up with Brian because her father housed him, and Brian worked for her father. Jess secretly has a crush on Brian, and she always acts really shy and is slighty clumsy when he is around. She thinks he is a really nice guy but she doesn't know if he likes her back.

*Soup and I head out, knowing that following the king will end up getting us both killed, and before we can get out of the castle we run into Jess*

Brian: Hey Jess
Soup: since when do they let wh0re's in?
Jess: SHUT UP SOUP!!! ehh, hey Brian. What are you guys doing here?
Brian: You know this and that, here to pay our respect for the wedding and all that jazz.
Jess: I thought you weren't into that stuff, what are you guys really up to.
Soup: Where is my drink?
Jess: .....
Soup: useless...
Brian: Well anyways we are just here to pay our respects nothing more. Also to get out of the ghetto you know go for a walk.
Soup: Do you have my drink yet?
Brian: ...ugh....

*Soup and I head out and Jess goes to pay her respects. The time is around midnight and main plaza is dying out. Soup and I stayed around the plaza and I was thinking about the painting. When I hear a girl crying.*

Thug 1: Hahaha!
Skirl: Let her go you bastard!
Thug 1: Not with out the money you owe for her medicine
Skirl: If you hurt her I will kill you!
Thug 2: All 4 of us, ha, kid please.
Skirl: ...

*Thug 3 and 4 fall over with knifes in the back of their head and Skirl grabs his sister out of the thug 1 hands.*

Thug 2: ____!

*Thug 2 tries to pull out his sword but gets another knife in the throat and thug one rushes at Brian but gets hit in the head with a beer bottle.*

Soup: Gotcha *****!

*Brian walks over and kills the thug and pulls his knifes out of the other thugs.*

Brian: You kid, get out of here with her we don't need the constables on our hid.
Skirl: But why did you...
Brian: Just.. get out of here. Come on soup

*Guards whistles blow!