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In here are the Roleplay going on in Lycia! Remember that its a country at war! We highly recommend that you get traveling to meet other players and role play with them. Remember that the map is not on, so the traveling is... magickal. You get to your destination instantly.


Events:
Holy war of Ostia (Against Etruria)

Current Missions: 1: Battle! (Marquess Ostia requires brave fighters to protect a fort from Bandits. If the fort falls, they will loose important defences agains't the Etrurian army. 3 characters minimum)

Trevor arrived to help with the defence of the fortress. He didn't like what was happening to Ostia latley, but it was his duty to serve, not question his superiors.It is my sole point in life to protect. I will not fail now. Trevor, Knight of Ostia is reporting for duty sir! What would you have of your servant?

*Outside a "Random Pub" in Laus*

"... Don't you have anything at all?" a tiny girl whispered, her fingers grazing her leather sword holdster around her body.

The barkeep shook his head, sighing. "No, I'm sorry. Missions are rare nowadays, lass. None of them are interested in a youngin' such as yerself. I know ye think me old and crazy, but let's look at the facts. You're half as small as everyone else in the business. You're a girl. They just don't believe ya big enough for any jobs."

B'Elanna shrugged. Fine. If this one didn't want to give her a job, she'd have to find one. After all, Laus was scarce in all missions with all the competition she had...

...Kathelet always has a good source of everything...

And to Kathelet she traveled.

*Kathelet, by way of SUPAA TELEPORT, cause we can*

"....You owe me. This is a place for informants. Spies. Thieves. Usefulness." B'Elanna whispered, almost inaudibly, her expressionless eyes piercing through a dirty looking street rat.

The street rat trembled beneath her unknown gaze, wringing his hands. "I know... I know.... it's just... that... I've been paid... to... y'know... shhh..." He quickly backed up into the alley he was cornered in, feeling desperate for an escape from this sword-holding girl.

"...Please. I... have no home. Nor shelter. I need a fight to go home to." Her whisper echoed in the empty, dark alley. She wasn't lying. Besides, the best way to get info was to make others pity her plight, whatever it was. She just wanted a fight and some money, just to get on another day.

Sigh. "...But Belle, please..."

B'Elanna tightened her turban, and drew her sword slowly. "Talk. Now. I have no qualms selling your corpse to your enemies."

For a land in the midst of a war, Lycia was a beautiful place. The fields of lush grass blew lightly under the breeze, occasionally shifting directions as the wind changed way, bringing with it the seeds of dandelions, the singing of birds, the sound of a horse trotting and finally, the voice of young girl, her cheerful chatting carrying high above the air.

Dispite the beauty of the feilds surrounding her, she wasn't very aware of them, infact, she wasn't aware of them at all! She still beleived she was in the forest, even though she had exited it two hours ago.

The cause of this was a small leather bound object, practically stuffed into her face as read it outloud.

"The Brave Paladin turned to face the dragon, preparing his lance for the final blow..." She said dramatically as she flipped the page. "It appeared all odds were against him as the Dragon's massive body towered over the Paladin. However, he was not shaken by this show of strength, and simply galloped forward. The Dragon took this moment to let out a blast of hot flame, but Paladin went to the side just in time, before driving his weapon through the Dragons heart." She suddenly cheered happily, her shoulder lenth brown hair bouncing up and down as she hugged her book.

"YIPPIE!!! The Brave Paladin won! Now... let's see what happens next...."

"The Brave Paladin then rescued the Princess, and brought her back to the Palace. A month later the two wed lived happily ever after...."

"Ah....!" The girl sighed dramatically, looking up in the air. "Nomatter how many times I read through this, it never becomes boring! Isn't that right Rodash?"

The brown horse beneath her nickered lightly and shook his head, a sign that while the girl considered to be a "Yes", was really a "Whatever."

However, she still continued on talking, her red calavir armor glinting brightly in the sunshine. "And we're soon gonna be just like him, Rodash! Ah... that's right! I can see it now... Hannah Talisman, the Copper Lance of Caelin, and her noble steed, Rodash, the umm... Firey Steed of Caelin!"

Rodash let out a winny, as Hannah stuffed her book back into the bag attached to the belt around her waist, overtop of her red dress, which ended across her knees. "Alls we need to do is follow the Commanders orders! "Set out, find people in need, defend Lycia, and train to become a proper Paladin!"

The air near the fort stank. Fires burned at the camp, and the atmosphere was fairly dark. Soon, the smell of decaying bodies would be added to the mix. "So, you care to share your name wanderer?" Trevor examined his spear. The haft was perfect. It was well balanced, and easy to use as iron usually was. "Stephen, eh? Well met, and I hope to see you alive at the end of this."

(Kathelet)

"O-o-o-o-ostia! T-There's always something going on in Ostia!" The informant cried, drawing the dark hood over his head, and covered his head with his arms.

And a shadow covered him like the black mask of death.

Metal slid smoothly back into a sheath and B'Elanna sighed. Following the first piece of information was not often the best thing to do, but...

Another shadow meant someone had followed them. Perhaps he too had ordered the silence of her informants...

She turned to see a hero, with a sword shining in the light. "Heh. Off to play hero huh?" Within a heartbeat, she burst from the alleyway, pushing Vaschel down. "Come and catch me if you can, HERO."

A fight was a fight. She loved them. The aura of danger was intoxicatingly addictive. Plus, he was a small boy. Fitting for a small girl like herself. Cutting the reins off a post of a nearby horse, B'Elanna rode off towards Ostia.

Hoping for a home.

A fight.

~*~*~*~

(Ostia. Near the fortress. e_e Asking to join?)

Battlecries of war rang in her ears, as she spied closer in the building. The smoke burned her eyes, and she coughed into the sleeve of her dress.

Hmmm. To defend or attack? Perhaps there was a bandit who could pay her for her services. Perhaps there was some value in this building, and someone would pay to have it defended. Still.

Which side to join?

Oh well. She'd have to see.

Slightly whispering into her horse's ear, she whipped its rear, sending it careening into the bandits in front of her.

And while they're distracted, I guess I'll just make my way through....

"Ah, young lass. I'm afraid there's a bit of a skirmish in these parts. If you intend to join, I would advise using utmost caution. We would be more than happy to have any assistance you may lend.Trevor looked at the mounted girl. She would be an instant target on the battlefield. "If you need any defence on the field of battle, just ask me!"