Heroes Die Young

Rydia · 2010-06-06T22:24:57Z

Plot Everyone knows that the true heroes die young but what if they don't want to? This group don't yet know that they're heroes and maybe some of them aren't. Currently they're all individual people seeking out the fountain of youth for one reason or another. It's going to be a long journey with a lot of hardships along the way and when they reach it they're going to have to face a hard fact. Only two may drink out of it every fifty years and the fountain is sentinent. Either the whole group chooses which two or no one drinks. Fooling the fountain is possible but difficult. How will they decide? Information Okay so I'm keeping it very basic for now. We start at the beginning of the trail. The world is different to our own in that banditry is common as are long and pointless quests to find mythical objects such as the holy grail. For all aspects it's a fantasy realm and magic is allowed but keep it moderate, no super powerful sourcerors please. This is the type of quest that would spend months gathering members before setting off. There will probably be bards just along for the ride, hoping to make up a song should the venture be successful and of course a trail of old people, some of whom I'm sure will die along the way. This gives you liscence to have any age character, they could be accompanying their grandfather. There will be hired swords, maybe a healer or two etc. So. There will be perils such as water shortage, losing their way, bandit attacks etc. They have an old map and have marked out towns they plan to stop at but will have to spend at least some time in the wagons and tents. They can't move quickly and by the end of the journey I intend our characters to be the only ones left, even if most leave just because they're disheartened. The usual rules apply and it's 16+ so moderate swearing is okay. And a character base for those who want it: [quote] [b]Name: [/b] [b]Age: [/b] [b]Position: [/b] (Mage/ bard/ fighter/ healer/ old man etc) [b]Reason for joining: [/b] (Why do they seek the fountain of youth?) [b]Appearance: [/b] [b]Personality: [/b] [b]History: [/b] [b]Other: [/b][/quote] Enjoy! And welcome one and all :) I'll post my character when I see what's needed most

Alistair

After collecting an ink pot and quill, Alistair spread the map across the table and sat examining it for some time. The quill hung loosely from his hand as his eyes traced the roads and destinations. After a few minutes he became aware of an obstacle on their journey. Rivers. There were a lot marked on the map and one of them in particular didn't appear to have a bridge or a crossing wide enough for the wagons. That meant it was probably shallow, easy to ford in most circumstances. This was not most circumstances. They had old people with them. They'd have to stick them in the wagons and have the young men guide the horses across which would be a slow and dangerous uptaking.

His first reaction was to bring his fist down on the table which upset the ink pot a little, causing it to splutter over the surface. Alistair mopped it up casually with the blotting cloth. His mind steadily calmed and he reassured himself that they had time to prepare. Alistair smiled a little as he recalled the words of an old friend of his: Leave the writing to the men of nimbler hand. Nimble hands indeed. Alistair had quickly proven that his hands were nimble enough to draw his sword more quickly but apparently that hadn't been the point.

"If you're going to stand there gawking you could at least stop blocking my light," Alistair grumbled. He gave Jorin a pointed look and motioned for him to come closer. "No, don't leave. I wanted a word with you anyway." It seemed the young criminal was still keeping to his thieving habits. He'd probably intended to take the map for himself and even if not, his skulking around suggested dishonest behaviour of some sort.

"I was just looking for the leader," Jorin claimed with a frown but his eyes were quick and they flickered to the map. Alistair fought with his impulse to roll the parchment up.

"A pity you missed him then. Now. What are your intentions for this journey?"

Jorin

"A pity you missed him then. Now. What are your intentions for this journey?"

Jorin stared at the man in front of him. Bennett couldn't possibly have fully recognized Jorin yet. Jorin doubted Bennett would still be sitting calmly in his seat if he knew exactly who Jorin was. Therefore, Jorin was caught between wanting to dart away into the darkness and knowing he needed to stay and talk with Bennett to sway some of his suspicions.

Jorin swallowed. "My intentions?" he asked, forcing his voice to sound calm. "I don't know what you mean." Jorin quickly decided that it was in his best interest to avoid direct eye contact with Bennett. He let his gaze fall toward his feet, mimicking the look of a broken, tired man.

Bennett looked unconvinced, at best. "Why did you come on this quest?" he pressed. Jorin looked up at him sharply before forcing his gaze downward again.

"I have my own reasons. Personal ones, which I don't fancy sharing with you," said Jorin stiffly.

"By 'personal reasons', you mean theft, correct?"

Jorin stiffened. If all Bennett suspected was that Jorin was a thief, then - Jorin looked up toward him again. Perhaps Jorin was in less danger that he originally thought. Barrett looked coldly back at him. "Sit," he said icily.

Jorin sat on a large pack in the corner of the tent. "I am no petty thief," Jorin said calmly. This much was true; Nowadays, Jorin very rarely stooped to thievery. Assassins, murders, and kidnappings provided far better profit. If Jorin stole something, there was usually a bigger crime behind the theft. Suddenly, a great warmth spread through Jorin. Bennett, like most brainless mercenaries, was clueless.

"Yet you continue to steal glances toward the map," clipped Bennett coldly. "That is not the action of an innocent man."

"I confess," replied Jorin, suddenly far more confident. "I did not enter this tent looking for the leader. I entered in order to take a look at that map for myself. It was painfully obvious today that our esteemed head did not have the skills to read maps. I wanted to ensure that my party was on the correct track. And from the looks of it, you have had the same thought." Jorin laughed icily.

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