“Remarl Got Drunk” was a piece started by Remarl that turned into a long story based in the lore of Guild Wars co-written by members of Marked Souls. The following members contributed to the story: Remarl, Raven, Kousei, and Lyne.
Chapter 01: Remarl Got Drunk
Chapter 02: A Meeting of Friends
Chapter 03: Astra’s Experience
Chapter 04: Confessor Dorian
Chapter 05: The Escape and the Battle
Chapter 06: Nature’s Force
Chapter 07: Camp
Chapter 02 of Remarl Got Drunk
by Remarl
Now, as you know, a Mesmer is quick on his feet. They HAVE to be fast at everything, because EVERYONE is out to get them during combat. Remarl is no slouch Mesmer and prides himself on doing his part better than anyone could ask. Kousei, his Guild Leader, is here. “I can’t have him seeing me like this,” thinks Remarl. Plus, there are two beautiful women on this beach. “And there be wenches to impress here too; time to stand tall mate. Women are always impressed by a well dressed man, and ye, ye sly fox, ye have on yer Monument armor. AAARRR ye be well dressed AND dangerous lookin’. They’ll most likely fall all over themselves fer ye!” Remarl smiles to himself. Remarl twists the handle of his shield in a certain way and the dazed drunken feeling slips away fast. If thar be any spirits to be had on yon vessel I had but the briefest of sips, ter determine vintage of course” says Remarl as he salutes his leader.
“Allorathine, I must tell ye, my sweet, ye must be more careful who ye hire fer yer transport; as I saw two or three bottles of yer fine grog missing from the case. Probably, if ye find the captain of yon vessel ye’ll find yer spirits.” Remarl says. “She be better lookin’ everytime you see her, don’t she mate. Maybe she be plannin’ it like that” Remarl lets an aristocratic smile show for the attractive Necromancer. “Actually, the more likely occurance was the White Mantle arrested yer transport captain and were helpin’ themselves to the booty as I saw no one aboard when I pirated…er…absconded with…er…appropriated! YARR! As I was sayin’, I took yon boat ter fetch after them ones what got away from me and only ‘ad the tiiiiiiiiiiniest o’ drops from yer stash as afformentioned.” “Why she alookin’ at me like I upended the boat and gulpped down contents entire?”
“M’lady, forgive me fer not introducing m’self to ye” Remarl says as he bows to the Monk. “I am Remarl, Mesmer extrordinare. If I am not known to ye, then ye must come from very deep in the desert as yer skin-tone suggests.” “This here,” indicating the Warrior, “be our illustrious Leader of the Marked Souls Guild, Kousei.” “And, this wickedly beautiful lady is Allorathine.” “If Allorathine ever drop off yer charts, maybe ye’ll ‘ave a chance wi’ this’n. Ah, desert flowers…” “By yer dress I take ye as a Monk” says Remarl, “A Monk! Hey, alright! Ye never done that!” “and not being with the White Mantle makes ye an ally with us, if only by circumstance.” “An ally for good if Kousei has anything to say about it and, hopefully, a fine addition to yer Hall of Monuments, ‘ey mate.”
“Kousei, I was here on personal business doin’ a wee bit o’ tearin’ after. Legitimate it were too. The White Mantle were tryin’ ter do a bit o’ snatchin’ the bottle from yers truly. I showed five or six o’ ‘em the fastest way to meet Grenth and the rest made hasty get thee gone to this place ‘ere. However, I shall differ to ye, my stalwart leader, on what ‘appens next. Although, I der consider the White Mantle to be a nuisance of the most dastardly sort and should they all meet Grenth, and ‘ave to lick the fungus from under ‘is toenails today, the world would be a brighter place.” “Me wonders what ‘personal reasons’ brings Kousei to this island. last we talked he were going on and on about the newest of Necromancer magicks, Blood Magic.”
by Raven
“Remarl, I know you and your tiiiiiniest sip has the tiiiiiiniest bit of truth to your whole story. You were swaying like a wisp a second ago, you drunken pirate. Although, apparently you’re fine now!” “How did he do that? He pulled some slick Mesmer trick there and you know it. One of these days I’m going to catch that handsome pirate in the act and make him pay. Yes, a little Life Siphon to the ‘little pirate’ on that Mesmer will teach him, hee hee.” thinks Allorathine.
“Kousei, fancy meeting you here.” says Allorathine, saluting. “I see you have some dust, from the ruins here, on your armor. You know know you can’t hide anything to do with dead or undead things from me. And, is that blood I smell? Have you been up to no good again?” she smiles wickedly. “I know he just captured a Blood Magic elite spell, I can smell it on him, he reeks pleasantly of it, but which one I wonder?”
Allorathine prefers the new Blood Magic to the old Curses or even the oldest of Necromancer magics, Death Magic. Blood Magic just seems so much more practical than the old magic; having the advantage of taking the life force directly out of your enemy and infusing it into yourself. And, oh, the power and energy released from the enemies’ soul when he dies! What a pleasure it is to reap that energy out of a death.
Allorathine bows to the Monk at Remarl’s introduction. “Who do we have here? Hmmm? Can she keep this party alive while we slaughter our foes?”
“Kousei, I hope you will convince this new Monk to join our guild.” “I hope she does better than the last Monk we had; I still can’t believe he went running off after we all came back to life at the Resurrection Shrine. The little chicken-shit. If I ever see THAT Monk again I’ll show him a REAL death…HIS!” “You know we need a Monk to replace the last one that left us.”
“If she doesn’t work out, I can always use her bones to make a couple of minions. She looks desert born though, so she’ll probably be tough Monk..I hope so. Just stay on my good side miss desert Monk girl. You don’t want to see my bad side. There’s no one left alive who’s seen my bad side. Unless you call being a Bone Fiend equal to having a life.”
by Kousei
[turns to the monk] As Remarl said, I am the leader of our motley band of soldiers. I would like to request your aid on our upcoming endeavor. Please give this request thought while I explain the situation to all of you.
[turns to Allorathine] I can’t hide anything from you can I? Life Transfer made quick work of the two that got away from Remarl. [turns to Remarl] They were headed back to warn a full battalion of your presence my friend. My guess is they were out to gather alcohol for the rest of their friends when you interrupted their raid. I almost wish you would have let them. Our task would have a bit easier to handle them if they were all impaired.
[speaking to the group]
From the looks of it, the Mantle are looking for the same ruins that I found Life Transfer within. They must have seen the Mursaat using the spell and wanted the power for themselves. I think you’ll agree when I say we cannot let them find any aid in their fight.
The bad news is that we’re up against a full battalion. The good news is that we have a lot of factors working for us. I scouted the area and the battalion is spread across the entire ruin which should make it easy to take out a few at a time if we can keep them separated. Also, the forest is extremely dense thick and almost totally engulfs the ruins so we should be able to move unseen. And last but not least, they still do not know of our presence.
I do not know what kind of scouting the battalion is doing. It seemed that they were solely focused on finding the secrets of the ruins. I’d like to act quickly on this in case they have scouts. If we are found out, we lose more than the element of surprise. I want them fighting on our terms not us on theirs. If we act quickly, we can thin them out so that if we are found out the momentum shift won’t be so harsh on us.
Oh and one last thing. Dorian is alive. While I was scouting the ruins, a Mantle soldier said he was the one who wanted the secrets of the ruins. I should have put my sword through his heart when I had the chance at Thunderhead….
[turns to the monk] So are you in?
by Lyne
“This mesmer has wit on top of charisma and intelligence. How does he go through life like that?” thought Amani as she looked at him.
“Absconded? Appropriated?” She laughed internally as he was swaying still lightly from side to side and, thinking very fast on how to bury his…. connivance, stealth of words and spirit snatching (hummm that could be an interesting skill to try and find an incantation for), whilst looking very dutiful and honorable. “I like this combination of confidence, and trust he has in himself.” She had a hard time hiding her smile, only a slight quirk on the corner of her lips formed, but she had to lower her eyelids, lest her amusement showed in her eyes.
As Remarl introduced the rest of the party, she bowed her head in way of acknowledgement of the introduction. She waited patiently as they were introducing themselves and waited to be addressed again while observing the group’s interactions.
“Allorathine is perceptive, though she cannot see the remnants of Remarl’s inebriation, she knows him well enough to see through his tricks, I wonder if I would be able to sleep in a camp with these two around, they seem like a fun loving duet. Their leader Kousei seems quite straightforward. He already scouted the area, he seems to have plans that are not in tandem with mine but…” as she was listening to Kousei and gently touching each one’s aura with her spirit, she felt a blast of energy and adrenaline, as well as a grasp of old blood that reached into her heart and almost stopped it. In that moment a vision was set upon her and it excised an event from the future. She succumbed to the power of that revelation, and lost all power in her legs, and fell in a heap at Kousei’s feet. He had just asked her if she would like to join them.
It took a moment for Kousei to react “she had not said a word yet.” thought he. He immediately knelt down and he put his hand helping to support her back. Remarl quickly used his magical senses to ascertain that it was not an attack from hiding enemies. Allorathine looked down at the almost fainting monk and thought “She fainted when he asked her to come along, is she really a monk?” her eyebrows raised and her face showed skepticism.
Amani was needless to say, aghast. “What type of impression am I making to those people, I must learn to not prod until a few days after I have traveled with people like that. Although there is no doubt that people of that caliber might be involved in events that might shift the powers of this existence. This universe as it stands seems to be moving in many directions. I am glad I suffered this strong sight. Is what has been prophesied in our tribe going to be manifest? Oh, by the power of Dwana, am I to be part of it…? let it not be. I cannot ignore this, I shall have to travel with them and find out which one of them carries the burden, even though it might carry me away from my goals. The hand of life takes precedence”
Amani helped by Kousei and Remal to her feet, brushed the sand off her skirt, and legs. She then gave the greeting of the halcyon, by putting her palm against her heart and then extending her arm with the palm of her hand toward Kousei, Remarl and Allorathine, as if giving her heart, a gift for their souls. With that she said, “May the light of Dwana shines upon you, my name is Amani, named hope of our tribe of old Argajin in the deserts of the Wurms.” With that, she then bowed hear head slightly.
Kousei, Remarl and even Allorathine were astounded by her speech and voice, they were almost struck by its texture and fluency. They stood there trying to catch their breath from the power of her words, yet, they were only words. The group just could not understand why they were affected that way. It was as if they were getting drunk on her words.
She stood there, and for them it was as if time stood still, then it moved in very slow motion, her smile came, and her eyes shone with a light and it filled their souls with gladness, power and confidence. She said more words. “I will join you in your mission, but I would hope for your help to find the kin of the tribes in the east desert, their people need my help. You will get used to my voice, I am a healer, and I shall protect you, but you have to also defend me, my healing powers are not as effective on myself as they are on you. You shall also get used to the sensations you are getting now from my voice. I shall follow you, and I shall answer questions later”. She inclined her head again to Kousei, and when she lifted her brow, he had just gotten out of his feeling of being watered by a cool spring rain that removed any doubts that he may have had about her.
