A World on the Verge-RP

[charaman]

*In Rishkin*
*A tall teenager watches all the commotion about the race*
Charaman: Hey you over there
*man walks over to him*
Charaman: Whats all this about
Man: why, its the Race! whoever wins will get a relic with the power to grant them any wish they want!
Charaman: Anything?
Man: At all.
Charaman: who has called this race into order?
man: The King? Who else?
Charaman: Thank you. Good bye.
*walks away*
Charaman: I finally have a chance to avenge my parents. this race WILL fail. I will take this relic as my own.

[ZeroKirbyX]

*In the market place, not too far from Artemis' ship*
Kleid: Hmmm... *To man at fruit cart* And you're certain they're fresh?

Merchant: Yes sir, shipped in today.

Kleid: Okay, I'll just have 10 apples, 15 oranges, and... 5 pounds of bread.

Voice from Behind: You, theif! Gimme back my food! *Spins Kleid around and rips off his hood*

Kleid: Hey, I didn't take any of your stuff!

Merchant 2: I say you take it and... *His eyes went wide* Oh my god...

Kleid: What? *Turns his jead around to see his own wanted poster* Aw crap... Well, I'm gonna go now.

*As he bolts away the merchant calls for some nearby soldiers, who begin to chase him. When he reaches his ship he slams the door shut and throws himself into the pilot's seat and grabs hold of the controls*

Mikael: Something wrong, Kleid?

Kleid: Not really. But there is the fact that I'm being chased by about 5 gaurds.

Mikael: My god! What the hell did you do!?!?!?

Kleid: Nothing, but I think we should get out of here. *As he begins to pull multiple levers on the control panel, the ship slowly begins to rise*

Mikael: Get us the hell outta here Artemis!

*The gaurds arrive just as his ship is raised too high above their heads. The ship rockets foward, leaving the city behind*

Mikael: You know, I liked that place.

Kleid: Geez, do you ever shut up?

[Omegadestroyer7]

*in the underground hangar*

omega:*wakes up* are the repairs complete yet?

co-captain: yes sir, we await your commands.

omega: good, set a course directly for the castle.

co-captain: right away, sir

crewman2: wait! someone is approaching the ship!

omega: *draws knives* prepare for a fight then...

: wait, i was ordered to come with you on the race

omega: WHAT! i thought i told you i work alone

: sorry, i told him that, but he thinks you plan to decieve him.

Omega: well then, talon, lets go

talon: all right! to the castle!

omega: (this certainly makes things difficult, the boss in on to me, he knows i have been friends with talon too long to kill him... what to do, what to do....)

[Danie]

*Meanwhile back with beleron(now in a stable)*
Beleron:Nice horse nice horse.
Horse:NEIGH!?
*Beleron leps onto horse*
Beleron:Gotcha!
*Pulls out axes and faces horse towards the door*
Beleron:YAH!
*Horse runs forward and Beleron breaks down the door*
Gaurd:Hey you get back here!
Beleron:So long sucker!
*Rides off out of town*
*Hours later*
Beleron:Finnaly there's the castle.
*Dismounts and lets the horse run away*
Beleron*after entering city around the castle* Now i need to get "a lift"
*Goes and looks for a a place to stay*

[Linkforce]

*In the Kings castle*
*A day has passed and the racers have made it to the castle.  It is night time now, and there is a big feast that is prepared for all the racers.  They are all in the same room.  An enormous room with high ceilings and long tables smothered with tons of food.  Hundreds of racers fill the seats.*

*Link is sitting with Stark and as he eats, he glances across the room from time to time*

Link: These guys look like dead beats.

Stark: Well, you can't judge a book by its cover. *Shoves a piece of chicken into his mouth*

Link: I guess....*looks to his left and sees a Drow sitting all by himself*...wow!  Take a look at that character.  What is that?

Stark: Thats a Drow.  They're wierd creatures.  Really evil I think...

Link: Looks like he might be our only competition, eh?

Stark: Don't think so.  All these racers may look bad, but it's a matter of their vessel.  Not their looks.

Link: I guess...*looks off into the distance*  (Maybe I'm getting too cocky...)

[charaman]

*sitting at the feast*
Charaman: well this group of losers is just pathetic
*a generic racer looks at him meanly*
Racer: We can all hear you you know...
Charaman: Uh... oh...
*walks calmly out*

[Omegadestroyer7]

*at the feast*

talon: *looks at a generic racer* hey, check him out... he looks kind of... green

omega: heh, he thinks hes drinking wine...

talon: *whispers* omega, what are you up to?

omega: its not my fault he didnt check to make sure his drink isnt well... fuel for the nexus with some sugar in it... so he gats a late start, anybody could have poisoned him, it might be going around from some of these other people too, you know

talon: cant say id doubt it, ive seen more than one of these guys on wanted posters in my travels

omega: hmph, still makin sure youre not on any eh?

talon: shaddup

[blackskullwarlock]

*Zaknafein thinks to himself*

'What do we have here...seems like the world as gathered in this one room...from the eye-patched pirate to the hooded thief. Hopefully this will be over soon. The food is barely edible...'

*meanwhile, a young female approched him at the end of the room*

Female: 'Hi there'

Zaknafein: 'What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy trying to eat that thing you call food?'

Female: 'I just thought I'd introduce myself...I'm Brielba.'

*The female was of average height with long golden hairs and eye as fierce as that of a phoenix. As radiant as the sun, her smile alone was enough to lighten the darkest days*

Zaknafein: 'I'm Zaknafein...from the Underdark.'

Brielba: 'So you are a Drow...'

Zaknafein: 'Thanks for the grasp of the obvious....'

*Brielba sat with Zaknafein and started asking questions about the Drows as the day was passing by...*

[Linkforce]

*As the feast continues*

Link: *Looks at the neighboring table.*  *Gets up from his seat and walks toward Omega*  Hey there!  The names Link.  You guys look like formidable racers...

[Omegadestroyer7]

*still at feast, now speaking with link*

omega: hmmm, thanks, you dont seem so bad yourself, names omega, i look forward to seeing you race, looks like a lot of tough customers, but the people dont matter, its the ships that are important, and, of course, the ability to use them, have a seat, i only poisoned one drink*points to sick looking generic racer* and that guy got it, so you are at least safe from me....

talon: c'mon dude, dont be so mean to these guys, im talon, and... well, dont say anything about the poison, we all gotta lose 'cept one guy anyway, hard to make friends with this business.

omega: heh, i see a drow who looks to be making a friend, hope she doesnt kill him in his sleep.

[Linkforce]

Link: Haha... yeah, you got a point there.  Guess that's why a drow would enter.  Anyways, I looked your way and you guys looked like a nice group so I decided, what the hell.  If your gonna race, might as well make some frinds right?  So what are you guys gunna wish for If you win?

[Omegadestroyer7]

*at the feast still talking with link*

omega: (not the best idea to tell the guy my job) well, im looking for someone, if i find the relic, i plan to use it to find this person, you know, one-by-one, after the race starts, i plan to weed these weaker looking guys out, you wanna join in on the fun? maybe we could get that drow-lookin guy in on it too *gesture towards drow-lookin guy* he'd have an easy time rubbing out some competition with us.

[ZeroKirbyX]

*Sitting in his own area, his face can't be seen, all that can is flying food chunks along with the sound of what could be a lion devouring a zebra*
Mikael: Stop it Kleid, you look like a pig.

Kleid: *With mouth full and food in each hand* Hey,  haven't even seen this much food in 6 years, I'm taking adavntage of it!
*Many people are staring at him oddly*

Mikael: People are beginning to look. Stop it.

Kleid: This from the guy that doesn't need to eat... And now I'm out of food...  Anybody got anymore jello!?

Mikael: *Notices people staring* What, you've never seen a talking bullet?
 *To himself* I just hope some of these guys are as bad as pilot's as they look.

[Linkforce]

*still talking to omega*
Link: Hmm... You know, you may have a point... it could..*Stark arrives next to Link and cuts him off*

Stark:Link, *Link turns his head toward Stark* can I see you for a minute?

Link: Excuse me for a minute.  *Omega nods* *Link talking to Stark a few feet away from Omega* What?

Stark: What are you doing?  You can't make frineds with the competition.

Link: Relax, it's just a backup plan.  In case something happens to our ship, we ask to board theirs and say that we already lost and just want to see thw race, and then BAM, we steal it.  

Stark:  Hm...Good point...fine...go do your thing.

Link: Trust me on this.

*Stark walks away and Link sits back down across from Qmega*

Link: So what kind of ship do you guys own?

[Omegadestroyer7]

omega:*suspiciously* our ship? the nexus is an ancient warship me and a band of mercs dug up, has a lot of strange writing on it, i think it is from the ancients, but nobody can read it, what about your ship, link?