Igelfeld Family/ Journeys through Zumaland: The Third Journey
Journeys through Zumaland: The Third Journey, The Pilgrimage of a King
| Request from Malek | |
| Message sent to everyone in the region Evenfell (3 recipients) | |
| A general call to those in power in Evenfell:
I am a travelling sellsword plying my trade where I can. I hunt down monsters and undead, and if there is a bounty then all the better. But, first I ask permission of the ones in power in a new area I enter. So, please let me know if I have your permission to hunt in the lands of the Zoma Coalition. Much obliged, | |
| Malek (Freeman) | |
| Roleplay from Silence | |
| Message sent to everyone in the region Evenfell (3 recipients) | |
| There is no response to the call, though you feel quite strongly you are being watched. In which case do you choose to take silence as acceptance? | |
| Silence | |
| Roleplay from Malek | |
| Message sent to everyone in the region Evenfell (3 recipients) | |
| Stoking the fire, Malek waited on the border of Evenfell. He was fairly confident that the letters and posters he had tacked up were being read. He had made a secondary pass along his route and two of the posters had been removed. Neither had been ripped off, so it wasn't a random animal either. Malek was perplexed, though, as there should have been a response by now. At least, that's how other realms operated. Perhaps this place was different. He certainly knew that they knew he was here. After all, he had not shaken the feeling that he was being watched for a few hours now. Malek added another log to the fire. He'll rest a bit, and re-assess the situation in the morning. First though, he'll set a few wires with bells around his campsite. Those eyes could just be watching, or they could come closer... | |
| Malek (Freeman) | |
| Roleplay from Kimwa and Westley (aka: Moritz Von Igelfeld) | |
| Message sent to everyone in the region Evenfell (3 recipients) | |
| The fire quites slightly as the log settles into the burning embers, and having set the bells Malek prepares his bed. Although not the bed of a prince, as he reposes sweet sleep seems to engulf his warn body.
Chattering bells! Malek quickly turns toward the sound peering into the darkness. He sees nothing and turns back towards the fire and his sword. "WHAH!?!" Malek yells in a fright for right beside his bed a vast figure stands silhouetted against the fire. seven feet tall and thiner than most undead the figure appears to be wearing almost nothing. Malek jumps back away from the figure and tries to catch his breath. "how di! Wha! I..." Malek Sputtered. "Quiet ya huhu! dis no be da time fo ta be yell'in julike da ban'chee. Ya be mak'in big noise fo ya need to tink bout what yo be doin an who ya go find'in. Des Zuma dey got great powa, an dey take dar name to tell on dem. understan?" Malek remains silent. still shocked by this dark figure and his unusual intervention. intently looking into Malek's eyes, the figure takes a few steps closer. "Gegi! ya be da real huhu..." shaking his head as he continues. "Wha be da name dis Zuma guy take? it be Silence true? wha da ya tink dat say bout em?" From behind Malek another voice enters as Malek tries to keep both people in view. "Well Kimwa, I would have to guess it means the Zuma is unlikely to speak and all you can really expect is to be watched." The figure steps into the light of the dieing fire and approaches Malek. "Hello freeman, please excuse Kimwa, he can be a little abrasive at times. I am Westley, longtime scout of his Majesty the King of Asylon and you seem to be seeking an allusive character. If it the hunt for vile beasts and unholy living dead you seek, I can gladly inform you that all freemen of Asylon can hunt the beats of Zuma territory. So if that is your desire, Asylon is your ticket. But I get ahead of myself, what is your name and from where do you hail?" | |
| Kimwa and Westley (aka: Moritz Von Igelfeld) (King of Asylon) | |
| Roleplay from Malek | |
| Message sent to everyone in the region Evenfell (3 recipients) | |
| Shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, Malek finally emerged from sleep. It had been a deep one, likely from the absence of birds and other animal sounds. While at first it had been disquieting, he must have liked it, considering his usual awareness was so dull.
Remembering his manners, Malek kicked himself out of his bedroll and stood, "Pleased to meet you, Westley and Kimwa. Come and warm yourself by the fire. It is always good to meet fellows in the wilderness. I think I have a flask of Madina ale around here somewhere." Gesturing to the pair to come closer to the fire, Malek searched in his multiple bags for the flask. Emerging victorious with it, he grinned, "Ah, here it is. Sit, please!" Passing the flask to the guests first, as was proper, Malek launched into his introduction. "I am Malek, freeman of Madina, although I am not from that realm originally. I arrived there by ship from the Colonies. My father was...okay, that's a longer story for later. Suffice it to say there is politics, nobility, and tragedy involved. Nothing unusual for many of our ilk, though, eh! Anyway, I came to Dwilight because I had heard a rumour about someone. It turned out he, that is the rumoured someone, was over in Fissoa. Or rather, was in Fissoa. Apparently he left to start his own realm, founded one, lost it, joined Pian en Luries, and then took off on a boat. Dwilight held its own promise, though, so I stayed. Madina was kind to me, and I got lucky in my first few weeks here. Killed a few orc captains and took their relics. Sold them for a pretty penny and been living like a lord since. The lands between here and Madina are rough, wild, and full of opportunity. I even killed a few barrow wights, and took their relics, too. I just kept going west, and since my last companion vanished on a hunt, I got no other ties at the moment..." At that moment, Malek snapped his gaze to an outcropping of rock nearby. Yes, there was definitely something there. Friend or foe he couldn't tell, but there was no point in chasing after it, not with that distance between them. Malek shrugged and took a swig from the flask before passing it on again. A friend would come closer, if they so desired. "...anyway, that's pretty much my tale. I hunt, I discover, and I live the free life. How about yourselves?" | |
| Malek (Freeman) | |
| Roleplay from Kimwa and Westley (aka: Moritz Von Igelfeld) | |
| Message sent to everyone in the region Evenfell (3 recipients) | |
| Bowing low and giving his hat a flourish, Westley begins with palpable sarcasm, "I am the humble servant of the King of Asylon, his majesty King Moritz Von Igelfeld, descendant of the finest and noblest line, who came down from heaven as a gift to the world."
Taking the offered drink he enjoys a long swig as he sits next to Malek. Pointing towards the dark figure he continues, "And that is Kimwa. Don't expect much from him. Whenever he speaks intelligibly he is normally trying to insult you, and otherwise he is pronouncing curses on you." Taking another drink Westley hands the flask back, "So your a hunter aye? have any epic tales?" | |
| Kimwa and Westley (aka: Moritz Von Igelfeld) (King of Asylon) | |
