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He’s also deathly afraid of horses.
Oh how much he would hate me Lol
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@raxforge @beth-torres @loopylin @rae @the_lost-journal @highscribeofaetherium @ellette-giselle @whalekeeper @grcr @theshadow @hybridlore
The time has come!
Let the adventure begin!!!!!!!
First, let me set up the location that the characters will be arriving in.
It will be a fairly large area, so you will be able to choose where inside it you would like to put your character. This is intended to allow characters to meet up one at a time, which in general should RP a bit more smoothly than everyone meeting at once.
It is midnight. Your characters will find themselves in the outskirts of the city of Elderstrand, or a short way into the surrounding forest–the Deepwilds. The streets of Elderstrand are deserted (as the result of a strict curfew that your characters may shortly become aware of…) The Deepwilds are dark with only small amounts of light penetrating the canopy, and eerily silent.
In envision this drop-zone as being a few miles in diameter. Basically, you’re either a little way inside the city a little way into the forest, or somewhere near the edge between the two.
We’ll just let this play out for a while, and when it feels like a good time, I’ll bring in some NPCs to push things along.
So, drop your character in, see who wants to meet up with you, and get this adventure on the road!
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I will make it where my characters are together at first, but then separate. (They are from the same WIP)
Jirah and Rosemary
Jirah and Rosemary (Who is currently good) were just outside the city, and walking towards it. “I am so very excited!” Rosemary was the first to speak in awhile, “I am so happy that king Emanuel asked me to go to a new kingdom!”. Jirah didn’t seem as enthusiastic, “I guess it’s interesting.” He whispered. “What will you do first!? Personally I am looking for inspiration, for a new poem!” Rosemary explained. “You know why we were sent here, we came here to introduce this kingdom to ours.” Jirah sighed.
By the time They reached. the city it was already getting dark. “This is strange… Where is everyone?” Jirah asked. “How should I know?” Rosemary responded. “Hey! What are YOU doing out PAST the curfew?!” A voice yelled in the dark. Jirah and Rosemary swiftly turned around. “Uh oh…” Rosemary ran, Jirah ran after her. “HEY!” The guard yelled.
(Is it ok if I added in that NPC? I hope so. Anyone can use him, his name is Jude.)
"The more you practice the art of thankfulness, the more you have to be thankful for.”
Oh, yes, and I’m also going to indulge myself by picking out my third character.
Rina
(Pronounced “REE-nuh”)
Rina is 5’5″ has shoulder-length red hair (yes, 2 out of my 3 characters have red hair. It’s a coincidence.) and blue eyes. She wears a black hood and cape over otherwise non-descript clothing.
She is flamboyant and somewhat mischievous, and likes being excessively dramatic.
She is a Resonator, which means that she has a bond with Resonance Crystals. The crystals are inside her body and grant her three main abilities. The first is increased physical strength and fast healing. The second is the ability to generate crystals to form weapons, grasp items, or other utilities (these don’t last long when not in contact with her.) The third is the Resonance relating to her variety of crystal: The Resonance of Teleportation. This ability allows her to create portals. Unlike @HighScribe’s Klethen, Rina can create these remotely, though she is limited to a range of roughly 100 feet for both ends of the portal. Additionally, these portals cannot remain open for very long. They cannot cut. If they close on something, they will generally be prevented from closing all the way, though the longer they are trying to close, the more force there will be, and they will eventually crush and bisect whatever was blocking them. You can only go through the portal from one side. The back or sides will be disrupted or potentially collapsed if something passes through their space from those angles.
Oh, I forgot to mention, but the color of her crystals is electric blue.
And as an update on how character limits stand. I’m currently the only one at the limit, which is 3 by default. The current number of characters is 14. The limit is still three, because 25% of 14 rounds down to three. If we get up to 16, then the limit will increase to 4.
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📚 Appreciator of BooksYeah, minor NPCs like that are fine, as long as they make sense to be there.
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📚 Appreciator of BooksOkay, here we go (wishing this RP luck to continue)
Marcel —- Edge of Deepwild
Something fluttered across Marcel’s face as he awoke. He sat up, a large slope of silvery dark grass waving with the creak of the wind.
Around him, he felt the slope fall off into the dark night, and he gripped onto the dirt around him, as an alert calm fell over him. He looked up at the moon, and at the strange silvery black forest behind him, and stood up.
Perhaps he had gone for a sleep-walk again…
Marcel blew curls of hair out of his eyes, and stared toward what looked like a road.
“Everything is a mountain”
Okay, now to get started myself.
Ellis —– (Deepwilds) (As a reminder, this format is not required but may be helpful. Whether you use it or not is up to you.)
Ellis blinked awake, then scrambled to his feet and whipped out his sword.
“Where are we?” he demanded, looking around wildly. “What happened?” The green glow of his sword did little except to cast creepy shadows from the trees surrounding him.
Ellis shook the sword. “You hear me? What happened?”
I don’t know, said Soulmight. I was asleep.
“You told me you couldn’t fall asleep!”
Yep, said the sword. It was really weird–kind of like…being dead! How do you humans stand it?
Ellis extinguished the glow of the sword. The meager illumination wasn’t worth giving everything that might be lurking nearby a perfect view of where he was.
“So,” he said. “We’re lost in some creepy dark forest with no idea where we are or how we got here, and no idea how to get out?”
I wouldn’t say we have no idea where we are, the sword said.
“Really?” asked Ellis, surprised.
Of course! Soulmight said. We’re in a creepy dark forest!
Ellis scowled at the sword. “That’s not helpful. I’m going to stop talking in case someone hears me and thinks I’m talking to myself.”
But I can keep talking, right? Soulmight asked. No one else can hear me.
Ellis stifled a groan as he began to pick his way through the forest, hoping that he was going the right way.
Rina —– (Elderstrand, city outskirts)
Rina awoke with a start, looked up quizzically at the endless expanse above her, and sat bolt upright. She was in an alleyway between two small buildings. There was no cavern roof above her, only…nothing. She looked down, feeling like she might vomit if she kept looking at the abyss above. This…this was fine. She wasn’t falling up into it or anything. Besides, she knew the surface was supposed to be like this, except…wasn’t it supposed to be really cold? And were those houses on either side of her? Nobody was supposed to live on the surface. The idea was absurd.
Yet here she was. Rina stood up and took a few steps forward into a street. There were more houses across it. Beyond them, she could see some strange dark shapes on the horizon. Rina glanced left and right along the street. Then, shrugging, she picked a direction at random and started walking.
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I forgot to mention that Rina comes from a planet where people live underground, so that’s what that reaction was about.
Ilahna —– (Deepwild)
Ilahna awoke to find herself lying somewhere hard. She blinked, then scrambled to her feet in alarm. All around her was blackness. Her first instinct was to scream, but she thought better of it. Who knew what might be out there.
Trying to calm her inner panic, she began to hum a simple tune. Colored light sprang from her, illuminating her surroundings. She reached out with the String, sending the ribbon of light a little way into the trees ahead. Soon, she added her other Voices to the humming, and three more Strings appeared. She sent one behind her and one to either side. It was probably best not to illuminate herself too much, but his way she could see all around her.
None of this was familiar. Panic threatened to overcome her again, and her voice quavered, causing some of her Strings to flicker. But she steadied herself and began to walk.
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📚 Appreciator of BooksBen Gunn (town center)
“Urgh, wha-?” Ben, who was just asleep, looked about him, “I was not here a moment ago… Gavin? Gavin, where are ya?” Gavin didn’t respond, and Gavin couldn’t, because he wasn’t there. “I know I’m not drunk, I guess I must’ve walked out of the inn in my sleep.”
“Hey you!” A night guard came up to him, “What are you doing out here past curfew?”
“A pardon me, I must’ve slept and walked out of the inn. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”
“Alright, but I must escort you back to the inn. Which inn is it?”
“The Black Grasshopper.”
The guard looked at him confused. “There is no inn named the Black Grasshopper. Sir, are you drunk.”
Ben laughed, “Surely you must be joking, I’m in the town of York, right?”
The guard called over more guards to come help him. This can’t be, how can this be happening.
The extra came and surrounded Ben. “You are under arrest for breaking curfew.”
The soldiers grabbed Ben by the arms. “Unhand me! Trust me, I will do you harm.”
Suddenly, the sound of a lute began to play. From the shadows came a tall man, or was he a man? To Ben he looked like a lizard with clothes on. The lizard man played his soft melody. The guards began to loosen their grips on Ben’s arm and started to sway drowsily. And one by one, they began to fall to the ground, asleep.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Flare. Come we must hide until the daytime. More guards will come, and I need some more rest before I can play another song like that.”
Flare ran into the darkness, Ben following close behind.
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
#AnduthForever (Lord Willing)One two three…… here I go!
(I may add another character if that’s okay……… but for now I’ll stick with one.)
Nope, scrap that. Julian would never survive without Leon, and vice versa.
Can I have weapons? I’m gonna start out with my guys having weapons and if that’s not allowed then they can lose them.
Julian and Leon Are both former soldiers in the imperial army. Leon was a Lieutenant and Julian was under him. They’ve fought in several wars together and have know one another since childhood. Leon is twenty and Julian is eighteen. Leon is the quiet, reserved, calculated planner. Julian is the opposite. Julian stabs first and asks questions later, jumps before looking, and has a generally forward nature. Both are very well trained in the art of combat, whether with weapons or without. They are tall, Leon at 6″3 and Julian at 6″1 ish. They have broad shoulders but a slender build. Their hair is light blond and their eyes are blue. (runs in their culture) They came from a pagan background but at this point they are both believers. Julian recently lost his younger brother as well, so that is gonna be raw. Oh, they wear tall, knee-high leather boots, short, hooded cloaks that come just below the knee, pale colored cotton shirts with leather vests, and dark britches
Anyhow. That’s my boys.
Leon and Julian
Julian blinked up at the sky. a million stars blinked back. Tall grass waved next to him– a darker shadow in the blackness. Julian scrambled to his feet, a hand on the hilt of his sword. The grass rose to a little above his knees. Tall enough for someone to hide in if they were lying down. Julian slowly turned one way, then the other.
“Ack, my head.”
Julian whipped around, his sword half way out of it’s sheath. “Who’s there?”
“Careful,” Leon warned, his tone low and easy. “You might stab someone with that.”
Julian grinned in relief and offered a hand to Leon. Leon took it, and Julian pulled his friend up. The two stood and looked about them, hardly able to see in the light of the half moon. Julian turned to his friend. “Where are we?”
Leon’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Not in the Empire, that’s for sure.”
“Obviously,” Julian agreed. “But the questions is, where are we, and what is happening?”
Leon held up a hand, motioning him to be quiet. He pointed to a distant shape. “Is that a wall?”
Julian squinted. “Maybe. I think I see lights. come on, let’s go.”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Yep, weapons are allowed!
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Marcel —- Edge of Deepwild
A dark figure appeared on the road, and steadily moved towards the slope where Marcel stood. As they passed, he spoke to them, his hair and clothes blowing to his side like the ribbons of a flag. “What place is this? What year is it?”
“Everything is a mountain”
Awesome!
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Finally finished reading all those rp’s! I feel so late XD
Everyone, welcome my charrie!!!
Baron—Elderstrand edges
Baron held his scarf over his nose with his right hand, pressing his back against the cold wall of a building. He listened, hearing heavy footsteps.
His hair glistened silver in the starlight and pale moonlight as he listened as the footsteps slowly faded away. Carefully peeking around the corner into the eerily empty streets, he crossed over the street to another building, scarf still held over half his face.
What trick are they playing now?
Baron came to the end of the city, seeing a dark forest sillouitted against the night sky. Baron dropped his scarf, staring to the horizen. I am not home.
The realization flowed over him, but he did not appear shocked, almost as if he expected it.
A breeze swirled around him for a second, before dissipating.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@whalekeeper @ellette-giselle @jonas @raxforge I like how all of you characters are like “Huh?! How did I get here?!” And my characters are like “Oh yeah we were sent here to make an alliance” 😂😅
Jirah and Rosemary-(Elderstrand, city outskirts)
They ran for awhile, until they looked back and realized they lost the guard. “Phew, We could have gotten arrested!” Rosemary said in short gaps, “You could have gotten us MURDERED!” Jirah yelled. Rosemary jumped back in shock, “I- I am sorry, I thought he would arrest us…” As Jirah and Rosemary were arguing, a dark shadow moved out of a near by ally. “Wait- who is that?” Jirah interrupted. “Uh, maybe another guard!” Rosemary said. “I don’t think so, they are not dresses like one…” Rosemary pulled to her purple leather book, with gemstones on the side. “I can handle it.” She said. “Rosemary! We PROMISED king Emanuel NO magic! Besides that book can only do realistic things, what would you do with it?” Jirah asked. “This!” She quickly wrote down the word light, and suddenly a crystal torch (Brighter than a normal torch.) Appeared in her hand. It illuminated the surroundings, showing the figure to be a girl, wandering out of the ally, looking at the ground. “Rosemary! Put that away! We said no-” He was cut off. “Hey you two!” Jude cried. “I found you!”. Jirah looked back and then quickly grabbed Rosemary’s hand and started running straight up a vertical wall. “I thought you said NO magic?!” Rosemary yelled. “Forget it!” He responded.
“HEY!” Jude got out a bow and began firing arrows at them. “Uh oh, HELP!” Rosemary cried.
(By the way the girl in the ally was Rina… is that ok @jonas? if not it will just be an NPC.) Thanks!
"The more you practice the art of thankfulness, the more you have to be thankful for.”
Leon and Julian
The two friends reached the city and paused near the gates. Everything was so dark and empty. Leon rested a hand on the hilt of his sword. “I don’t have a good feeling about this place. It seems like something’s wrong. We may be walking into a trap.”
“My thoughts exactly,” replied Julian, before slipping through the gates.
Leon opened his mouth and then stopped. Letting out a breath he followed his friend. Someday Julian, you’re gonna get us both killed.
Leon hurried to catch up to his friend and the two slipped from shadow to shadow, deeper into the alleyways. Leon looked back at the gate. Where’s the guard?
Julian rounded a corner and came up short. Leon nearly ran into him, but sidestepped and slid into an offensive stance, his sword loose in it’s scabbard. Just a few paces away, leaning against the wall of the building, was a figure. His face was unclear, perhaps covered by a scarf, and the moonlight glinted off his hair, making it look silver. Leon squinted slightly. This was no man in his elder years, that was clear by the build and stance. This was a man in his youth. Before he could decide what to do, Julian stepped forward. “Good evening! We’re travelers here. Mind pointing us to the nearest in?”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
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