Craftlands In Chaos - a Minecraft RP

Deciding that he may as well try to make some friends, Uri starts up a conversation. "Hey there buddy, How ya doing? You from around here?"

Sy responds. "Oh yes, very nice. It's a lovely day!"

Anasurimbor backs into a corner, wary of danger from all directions. "Hello?"

Shylock maintains his course, making small talk with the young man beside him.

Update time is here again! Today's post-update blab will be brought to you by a monetary system.

Eden leans in closer towards the two cloaked figures, and is quick to note that the one in the lighter-colored cloak is making no effort to be even the tiniest bit secretive at all.

The person across from the Cloak snorts, leaning forwards on their elbows in an annoyingly casual display.. "Well now, few interesting facts about that, aren't there? Such as..." - here they hold up their fingers, counting off their points - "The fact that some people bear two Voidmarks, the fact that you're wearing a deep black cloak and mentioned murder, and the fact that, oh yeah, you entered the sketchiest place in town and everyone stopped and stared at you."

Shylock and Uri make conversation. Not really much else to add.

Over at the springhill, the girl bottling water finishes up her last container and then stands up, smiling. "Yanno, th' one thing this place really needs 's a hot spring. I'm Candice, by th' way. You'd be...?"

Meanwhile, in the tavern, the halfworlder stares at Alistair for a few seconds before snorting loudly and bending over with laughter. "PFFFAHAHA, really? You think you can get him to not just, you know, hurl a fireball into your face?"

The Timberwolf passes by the town square hurriedly on his way to the next tavern, going directly past Anasurimbor's inn as he does so.

Anasurimbor, meanwhile, backs into a corner near the window of his room, which he is absolutely positive was not open before. Outside, he can see a rather furry figure rushing away from the inn.

Ahem. So, money.

It's called Emer, after the testificate custom of using emeralds as currency. There a hundred Emer to an actual Emerald, and in terms of general pricing a mug of ale might cost around 2-4 Emer, wheras a good sword is around 500 Emer and up.

That should cover that.

"You need to watch what you say," Eden dropped casually. "Otherwise, consequences." They reached up as if to take off their mask, but reconsidered. Displaying their own voidmark after what they said would be tactical suicide.

Shylock reaches a rather shady inn, a likely den for sickness, and sets up a small simple stand, with the sign "Ills healed" in large letters.

Uri moves onwards, in search of the fence.

Timberwolf enters the shadier tavern, finds a seat at the bar and starts to carve the same symbol that he carved into the bar in the first tavern in this bar. He remains alert, although he does not let it show through his cloak.

She looks around, confused. "I was... under the impression that this _was_ a hot spring. Am I wrong? I'm Sy, by the way."

Anasurimbor shuts the window, and goes to his bed, lying down for about 30 seconds before he rises, this time with bright red eyes, with inverted crosses for pupils.

The Cloak's interest is piqued. "Oh? Certain people, huh? And which people would those be?"

X quickly scans the room for the largest largest group that is holding conversation. She notices the man in the corner and, this time, lets curiosity get the better of her. Ignoring the other conversations, she walks over to the man and says, "Hello! I noticed you have no one to talk to. Would you like to make conversation, or would you prefer that I left you alone?"

"Well it wouldn't be the first time." At this Alistair burst out laughing. He recovered his composure and assumed a serious expression. "But in all seriousness, do you know anyone who can help me figure out where he'll attack next?"

I have an announcement. I am leaving for the northern wilderness tomorrow and will not be able to post, so my good friend Black Hat has agreed/been forced to update for me while I am gone (three weeks or so). So try not to have too much fun.

Hi all! I apologize profusely for not updating yet, but some of you are conversing with important NP Cs and as such, anyone talking to those people needs to be in at least every other update.

By which I'm saying that, yes, we are waiting on the person talking to the Nether researcher (whose username escapes me at the moment).

Oh, right, another thing! I've been considering the idea of running this on the MSPA forums, with a little bit of a twist - all characters, locations, plot, etc would remain the same, but it'd be done in a more MSPA style. Which, yes, means drawings and shenanigans.

Now, if I decide to do this, there are two things I'd like to do.

First: I'd like to use your ten characters as the main protagonists. That would mean, obviously, roleplaying as them, and therefore I have to humbly ask if I would be able to use them in this situation (and this one alone).

Second, and possibly even more importantly: I have a feeling that the fact that the different playstyle will lend itself to characters going to different places, and therefore I have an important request - if this runs, and you choose to follow the forum, please do not metagame; basically, don't use knowledge that other people have gathered on that site to affect your character's actions on this site.

All of this is obviously a huge if though, but would you be interested in seeing this type of thing?

Could be cool.

that sounds pretty fun, actually! and you have my permission to RP eden :>

...Okay

I too have no issue with this.

I'm fine with this.

I am. So. Sorry. For not updating.

Let's just... jump right back in, shall we?

The Timberwolf walks into the tavern and finds that there are quite literally no empty tables in the bar. There are, however, some empty spaces - a strange masked person is sitting alone at a table, as is a girl with short brown hair and bandages loosely slung around her neck. Two cloaked figures are also sitting at an otherwise empty table, but they appear to be rather occupied.

Eden, the aforementioned masked person, leans forwards and quietly speaks their part. In the din of the tavern, however, it seems as if the lighter-cloaked person didn't hear them.

Said lighter-cloaked person instead grins even wider. "I don't know! But I know of people. As do you, I'm sure."

Outside the tavern, Shylock sets up his shop and spies someone passing by, although he looks a bit busy.

Uri, meanwhile, has made it to the tavern. There's a testificate sitting at a makeshift booth out in front, with a sign that says "ILLS HEALED" in large letters on the front of it.

Candice shrugs amiably at Sy. "Nah, tho' that's a pretty common mistake. These springs 're just plain, freezin' water."

The halfworlder stops laughing and stares at Alistair with a small, unbelieving smile. "You survived an attack by that guy and you're going looking for him? You cannot be serious. And if you are, well, I'll tell you this much - the guy has no pattern."

The person X sits down with looks young, with neat black hair and a close-cut beard. He smiles slightly. "Sure, I'll hold a conversation. You're a traveler too, I take it?"

Eden's eyes flash with frustration under their mask, and they reach out to thump the lighter-cloaked person with the back of their hand.

For me: "I may or may not have certain information related to the topic at hand, although it would seem that somebody is trying to get your attention."

For timberwolf: The timberwolf grunts to himself and goes to lean on a nearby wall, nursing his ale.