Mike Jones
Maze marveled at the streets around him as he walked through them. Unity was said to be the greatest man-made city, and though he had been to Atlantis, he thought that it was about on-par with the Big Pearl. He'd been in town for days, and the statuary's beauty was not lost on even a barbarian like Maze.
He'd gone to the city mostly for work. He was sure that a city that big had people that needed someone with a sharp blade and a love of violence. It just so happened that the day of celebration drew near.
Maze had arrived on the night before the festival started. So he'd checked into the hotel, gotten drunk, and at midnight headed for the Temple of Stramas to do some worshipping. The temple was a pit in the ground, surrounded by stands and a statue of the man himself, Demon God Stramos. Worshippers would duke it out there, usually nonlethally, though if you wanted to duel to the death with someone, it could be done semi-legally there.
Mugen had not bothered to count how many people he had fought. Presumably a lot, because when he woke up after passing out, both of his fists had broken, and he could smell a lot of people's blood on his body, in addition to a lot of his own.
Though he had no regrets, he did need to recover from his wounds and maybe lay low in case he had accidentally killed someone he shouldn't have. So he spent the second day in his hotel room. He'd had room service bring him sushi.
By the time the third day arrived, his healing factor had worked it's magic. He still had a hard time working his fingers completely, but he was otherwise totally fine. He was even thinking of taking part in the tournament if he didn't find anything better to do. As he walked through the performance area, he was dressed for battle, though he didn't look it. His black tank top was made of a black, scaly material. Like the skin of a serpent of some sort. It clung to his strong chest, tracing over the well-defined muscle that covered his body and showing off his thick arms. His jeans had leather pads sewn on under them, but that was it.
As he headed through the stalls, he gave passing glances to the performers. He'd stop to watch them, but he wasn't sure when the tournament began. But then something caught his eye. He may have missed it if not for his reflexes. But that man was totally pick pocketing from people. His gaze wandered to the rune he held in his hand, then to the dragon girl. Ahhhh. That was it. He felt himself grit his teeth, but otherwise gave no sign that he noticed anything. He simply walked forward, casually moving until he was walking just ahead of the thief. And then...
"Stop." Maze said. His arm was outstretched, and a blade of shining ivory was less than an inch from the cutthroat's throat. If he didn't stop fast enough his throat would be very cut.
"The rune. And the gold. Drop them." Maze ordered, though not very loudly. It was likely only the thief could hear him. Blood dripped from the point where the blade had exited his arm. The wound was already healing, and constantly using the blades had deadened the nerves that caused pain. If the thief did other than drop his stuff, Maze was going to kill him. Maze looked the merchant in the eyes. They had looked normal a second ago, but his pupils had dilated, and his eyes now looked like empty black orbs.
edited 11th Mar '16 3:03:40 AM by HeroicSociopath
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Solaris smiled as she looked around her. The city was very festive and lively as it was the third day of the celebration of the End of Jackals, as her kind has come to call it. She was glad in seeing all the smiles and hearing all the shouts after two days of somber moods. She didn't exactly mind the prayers of the first day, but it was still hard to wait patiently for her even after years. She only gave a quick prayer and offering to the god Amon, but after that, she just went back to the outskirts of town and rested herself upon a tree. She had the money for an inn, but she prefered sleeping in a tree over a bed if she could swing it.
The second day, however, though it was somber as well, she could stand easier, thanks to all the stories told. The tales of the Heroes of Old, the End of Jackals, and various others were told across the streets. She loved hearing those stories. It always brought hope and inspiration to others, and that's why she liked them. At the end of the day, she had went back to that same tree and retired early. She did want to throw a personal item into the fire, but she didn't have any. Well, she didn't have any she was willing to lose. Homer's belongings were all she had left of him. They didn't take any time for paintings and so she had nothing else to remember him by.
The third day—which was today—was what she loved this festival for. She and Homer had visited about two to three over the course of their time together and she always enjoyed what they did each time: celebrating and helping people. That was the best part, bringing a little light to at least one other person's life, bringing the world closer, one step at a time.
She had planned to join the tournament—if she could just find the stupid arena to register—then revel in a tavern and try to beat men in drinking contests. She had a rather strong grip on her sanity even when drunk. Besides, she never drank that much ale or beer that it'd make her do stupid things. She wasn't that much of a drinker.
She continued looking for the arena when she heard a tune she hadn't heard in a long time. A tune that only dragons would know how to sing just right. She moved through the crowds and eventually found the source. It was just as she thought, it was a dragon in human form as well performing for a crowd. She was dancing and singing a traditional draconian song of celebration. She smiled as she watched her kin dance. It was a sight she didn't realize she missed. But after a few moments, she frowned as she noticed something.
The dragon's gold collar had obedience runes on it.
She nose flared in anger. A slave? She truly hated slavery and now, to add insult to injury, it was a female dragon. She had to find her "owner", they had to be nearby. A master wouldn't just leave their slave alone unless it's an errand. She calmed her expression and walked around, pretending to be looking for the arena once more. She did find what she was looking for, just mere feet from her, stealing purses. She nearly scoffed. Of course the master was a criminal, but a thief who looked well off? Now that was petty. But she paused. A man suddenly held out his...bone-sword thing right at her target. He probably saw what she saw.
She really hoped the master was smart and decided to listen to the weird man. She might've wanted to free the dragon, but she didn't want him dead...and have the other man get arrested for murder.
edited 13th Mar '16 1:31:33 AM by ShoutmonZ
"You said you had a dream... That dream... Make it come true! ... If anyone can, it's you!" - N (shortened) Oh, and I'm a girl.
Rzek begins his third day in Unity. He wishes it was his first day, as day 1 was as dull as it can get. What really didn't help is the fact he never followed that whole religion thing and instead focused on studying fire, so he had absolutely no idea what anyone was saying. He bailed and spent the rest of the day training Paul, his familiar. The second day was a bit more down-to-earth, so he participated in that. Well, as much as he could without talking to anyone. The best part was when they lit the large fire. He didn't have anything to throw in, but he still watched from a distance, amazed.
Day 3 is where it got interesting. Apparently, yesterday wouldn't be the last time he'll see fire in this festival. Rzek summons Paul and sees the sights with him, hoping to build a bit of a personality for him. "Having fun yet, Paul?" He asks him. Paul turns towards him and just stares. Rzek is slightly annoyed by this. "So you don't wanna talk just yet?" Paul stares even more, not speaking. "I mean, those magicians were pretty cool, right?" Still nothing. "Yeah, I guess they kinda sucked... But at least-"
Rzek was interrupted when he noticed a huge plume of smoke behind Paul. He doesn't know what happened, but where there's smoke, there's fire. And that doesn't look like the good kind of fire. He and Paul run to the scene of the disaster.
edited 11th Mar '16 3:46:57 PM by gregnes2000
The Sun’s Firstborn
Even thought it's very shiny, Arnavel felt dislike towards Unity. Polishing walls and floors while they could be doing something productive. Despite this, Arnavel took a few prayers and left some money on the shrine of Makim before heading up a tree to maintain his pistols for the rest of the day.
On the second day, Arnavel was completely uninterested in the festivities, having never heard of the heroes. He heard that the tavern would be bustling, so he bought a drink and some food. He gave some of his food to the homeless, finished his drink, and returned to his tree-home.
On the third day, Arnavel head to the market to get some more food and water as he would be leaving his tree-home tomorrow. As he was buying some salted meat, two of his kin ran past him, and moments later the guard came past in pursuit. He sees a symbol on the back of their cloaks, but does not recognize it. He figures that they tried to steal something and got caught. Arnavel, after a quick prayer to Makim, heads off to help the elves as he feels their pain.
edited 11th Mar '16 10:32:14 AM by Skiller2
Transcender of Gender
Unity; a place that, like its name implied, promoted the ideals of unification and trust. It was also a place that Isolde had rarely spent any time, but now a certain job had cropped up that happened to coincide with the city's celebrations.
Isolde had arrived a day early, on the first day of celebration, so that it could partake in the many religious duties that Lucia required. The Ritual of Separation, the Hyms of Rebirth, the Prayers for New Life... it observed them all steadfastly, with a fervor that it would otherwise not see fit to display.
After the final prayer of the day Isolde set off for the inn- not the one where it currently stayed, but one that instead had been entertaining a travelling viscount for the past week. Most of the second day was spent tailing said viscount, confirming the routines and habits that Isolde's client had carefully detailed in her letter of request. It was only in the late afternoon, right before sunset, that the machine was able to slide its blade through his back without notice.
Before it slipped back into the crowd it retrieved a pair of cufflinks from the dying man's suit. One was thrown into the funeral pyre. The other was sent off with a letter to the client, confirming in encrypted words that the deed had been done. Isolde didn't know why the woman wanted him dead, and didn't particularly care either. Nor did it care that a day of mourning was a cruel time to take yet another life. Once it received the other half of payment, and had soaked in the sights a little, Isolde would depart again without a second thought. Another day, another bag of gold earned.
Now, though, there was a problem. It was the third day, and Isolde had been enjoying an exploration of the city's market right up until a commotion broke through the joviality. Two elves- no, three- were charging through, followed closely by the city guards. Again, Isolde did not care about their reason for being chased. All that mattered was that the commotion was an annoyance that was ruining an otherwise pleasant day.
From its body came a near-silent thrumming, as the various parts worked together to convert innate magic into a more workable form of energy. The pressure built and the sound intensified, until finally it was all released in an explosion of smoke that spread throughout the nearby crowd.
Isolde had crafted the magitech smokescreen in case it required a quick escape, and it had done its job splendidly in the past. It might stop the elves in their tracks and allow the guards to catch up, or the elves might use it to slip out of the guards' sight. Either way, Isolde just wanted a result that wasn't so grating on its auditory receptors.
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Unity, Grand Capitol - Calliam Strahdius
Calliam spent the first day going from prayer to prayer and participating in hymns to the fallen and the forgotten, though given his upbringing he did not quite understand much. He restrained himself from talking overly much so as not to offend even though he really had wanted to ask about some of the things he had seen. This was his first time in this kind of city, and he was doing his best to avoid seeming like an immature boy gawking at the surroundings.
By the end of the first day, Calliam went back to his inn, bathed and thought about all he had seen that day. He tried to think of what Flavian had told him - that he was going to meet people "important" at these celebrations, but nobody had approached him. Or...was he supposed to approach them first?
Damn, he thought to himself. He drifted off to sleep and awoke for the second day bright and early in an almost programmed manner.
Calliam promptly went out of the inn making sure everything was good for the day. He wore his cloak over his eye-catching armor and sword, as Flavian said that advertising his appearance in such a way would invite "the wrong kind of attention".
And he didn't know enough of the world outside Flavian's Training Area to disobey such a guidance. When the stories were told of the soldiers and leaders who gave everything for the sake of their people, Calliam just about broke down into tears. For all his physical appearance and muscular look, he responded easily in such a way to stories of that nature.
He did get a few stares for his choked sobbing before he composed himself and apologized for making a scene. The rest of the day fell into a similar rhythm - of Calliam hearing stories that tugged at his heart-strings and then barely stopping himself from bawling openly. Heroes had to show a steely demeanor, it was just expected, and Flavian said he had embarked on the Heroes' Path by coming out here.
By the time the sunset came, Calliam stood awkwardly at the back of the throngs of people, who cast belongings into the flames. Things they valued, things they had for a long time. Except Calliam had nothing of that sort. He had nothing from his past except the memories.
If he could throw his memories of Lufernus into that fire, he would. Because every time he thought of that man, the vengeful longing got stronger.
He did not remember if he ultimately threw anything into the flames, or if he just stood there watching the fire rage, and remembering his own experience with flames. All he remembered of the last half of the second day was stumbling back to the inn, and heading off to bed.
And so on the third day, Calliam headed out for his next set of experiences, wondering what he would find out here. There were certainly a lot more colorful individuals out and about more openly now. He was heading through the market place on his way to see around the place when he heard a commotion starting up.
Elves charging through trying to escape from the guards, and by the look of it they had stolen something. Without even really considering other options Calliam leaped into action against these elves. His hand moved to his sword, a series of magitech mechanisms releasing as he drew it from the sheath, his hood falling, showing his face.
Then some sort of smokescreen billowed up, and Calliam rushed right on eager to prevent the elves from escaping and brought his arm crashing into the chest and abdomen of one of the elves, resulting in said elf collapsing, the breath struck out of him.
Calliam promptly whipped with his sword at another of them trying to escape, smacking the elf upside the head with the flat of his sword. That resulted in the other elf collapsing too. Calliam worried that he applied a bit too much force there.
The last was caught between Calliam and the guards, and he hoped the runner realized that this wasn't something to put up so much of a fight over. He looked over at the guards, "Did these guys steal something?"
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The Sun’s Firstborn
Arnavel thinks for a moment. He technically is already wanted, so this won't change anything. He then realized that this one of the biggest cities and this would give him a lot of bad renown. Before deciding to kick the man in the face, he waits to see what the guards have to say.
edited 11th Mar '16 2:55:06 PM by Skiller2
Upon arriving, they discover the affected area was a college. Rzek sees a bystander. "What happened?!" He asks him, trying to catch onto his breath at the same time. Usually he wouldn't be so straight-to-the-point like that, but he felt the huge fire took priority to being subtle.
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The man smiled and slowly lifted his hands into the air as he felt the blade bite against his neck, the rune still tightly clenched in his hand. "Please now sir you must be mistaken, I haven't done anything so awful have I?" his voice was smooth as silk, despite the situation he seemed to have found himself in.
With a few shakes of his body the coins that he had been taking from the pockets of the observers fell free and too the ground, making quite a shiny pile in front of him. "There we go, and you can even have this," he tossed the rune into the air and quickly took a step back as the rune began to blow a dark green, and the dancer began to scream in pain as the collar activated.
And then everything seemed to go to hell all at once.
The dragon woman began to hiss and let out torrents of flames and gusts of wind began to blow people back as the womans inner magic began to war against the collar around her neck. "If I were you I would help the poor woman before she tears herself apart!" the man did his best to slip in with the fleeing crowd, hoping no one would notice him in the confusion.
Tears ran down the woman's face as her ambient mana summoned forth her familiar, a large skeleton consumed by flames that seemed to be wild without its mage to control it.
Once some of the smoke cleared the group that had been chasing them came into view once more, one of their number stepping forward and nodding toward the man. "Thank you for your assistance in this matter, these two criminals have been on quite the little spree of..." the figure turned back to its number, which had been oddly quiet.
Most of the guards were quite uniform in appearance, the same type of blades, the same uniforms, and the same steely eyes. They appeared to be a mixture of human and elves, however upon close observation things about them appeared off. Like how despite running none of their uniforms had a single crease. In fact nothing about them seemed out of place, they were all oddly perfect looking, uniform in the tight lipped expression now held on their face.
Which might have been due to the one who stepped forward not appearing as one of their number, but a young dwarf woman dressed in high finery. "Once again, we thank you on this matter." the woman said, moving toward the two elves, who looked toward the group with determination in their eyes, mixed with quite a bit of fear as well.
The man looked up to Rzek and give a small shrug of his shoulders. "Apparently some mage's were messing around with summoning a powerful fire elemental, and now the entire college is burning down, people trapped inside too." he shook his head as the water mages let loose torrents of liquid into the flame, which seemed to roar at them and send tendrils of fire at the collected group.
"If we don't find a way to destroy the summon those people are going to burn," one of the exhausted water mages told a guard that had been standing around. "We need something that could snuff out the fire, or at least something that could make it easier to put out."
And as all these events and more played throughout the city, so too did an older looking Goblin played a somber tune on a flute, drawing more then a few looks from those who passed by. It was unusual to hear such sad tunes on the day of celebration, especially after so many had been played the day before. It was almost an insult to the day of celebration itself.
After all why would anyone with such skill be playing a funeral dirge on such a lovely day?
Current Situations
-The rune has been activated and the dancer is now in terrible pain. As the slaver begins to slip away a decision is presented. Destroy the rune and destroy the familiars form or hunt after slaver before he gets away. Whatever the decision is it must be made quickly.
Fire and wind are a dangerous combination no matter how you look at it. The wind excites fire and makes it flow and spread like no other, just the thought of how many massive fires were started by campsites still makes me shutter -Excerpt from Natural Forces
-With a few looks and situation awareness it should be apparent that the guards aren't quite who they seem to be. There are currently 6 of them and all appear to be armed. Your characters can choose to walk away, but it is well known that Changelings have bounties on their heads, and are categorized as monsters. Their destruction is allowed by the law, in the same way that destroying any other beast would be viewed as a just act.
The Changeling is a terrible beast, not for its combat ability but for its skill in transmuting its own form. Over the course of a battle against one of these odd creatures one could find themselves fighting a human one moment, and a tiger the next. When fighting against them let your blows be decisive, for even a moments hesitation can lead to them slipping away and appearing hours later as a friend with a hidden knife. -Excerpt from Nightmares of a Forgotten Age
-The college still burns and the water mages can't seem to put a dent into it. The fire will continue to maintain itself due to the familiar inside of it. Draw out the beast or find a way to reduce its overall strength or the water mages will find no end to their troubles.
Nothing more dangerous then a rampaging familiar I can tell you that much. Those things require a firm hand to be held to the control. After all it doesn't matter how much you train a wolf, the second you put a bloody steak on the ground and it gets hungry the beast is gonna eat. -Excerpt from Familiars and the Elements
Feel free to create or use NPC's that are currently in play in order to enhance your ability to tell a story. Also I would suggest collaborating in the discussion to figure out who wants to do what before moving forward. However that is a suggestion, sometimes chaos is just as fun as a bit of golly co-operation.
As always if you have any questions feel free to contact me or ask for me in the discussions. If you have suggestions feel free to talk to me. I am never insulted by someone offering me tips for approval.
Rzek stops to think for a while. He could use his fire invulnerability spell and draw it out but if he isn't fast, he'll be burned alive. He could try to find and put it under control himself but if he messes up, he'll be burned alive. He could have Paul fight it but if Paul fails, Paul will die and Rzek will be burned alive. No matter what he does, there's a pretty good chance he'll be burned alive. He finally decides to use Paul to lure the elemental out for the water mages to take care of while he uses his invulnerability spell to save everyone in the college. Rzek briefs Paul on the plan, who immediately goes to find the elemental, and he casts his spell, running in the building to save the victims.
edited 14th Mar '16 8:55:04 AM by gregnes2000
Transcender of Gender
Isolde was fully prepared to leave the elves to the human and the guards and make its way further down the marketplace. Two things stopped it, though. The first was the unusual demeanour of the guards, which worked in conjunction with the elves' symbol to give Isolde an idea of what they might actually be. And what they might be were creatures with bounties on their heads. Bounties were something that Isolde liked a lot.
The second thing was that the guards were blocking the road. It wanted them out of the way, regardless of whether it would receive anything in return. And even if they were just normal guards, it was going to leave the city afterwards. No need to worry of repurcussions.
With all that in mind Isolde used the crowd to approach the guards, making as if it merely wanted away from the elven criminals. Once close enough a high-pressure jet of steam shot out from the mechanism above its left wheel, accelerating the high kick that Isolde suddenly drove into the leftmost guard's face. Even with his armour the blow was likely to knock him out.
Using the momentum of the kick Isolde brought its speeding fist down on the neck of the next guard. Its wheel found ground again and it took half a moment to regain it balance. Finally it extended its armblade and, in the last second of surprise, drove its point towards the third guard's chestplate.
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The Sun’s Firstborn
Seeing the clockwork soldier making short work of the guards and that this has already got out of hand, Aranvel quickly drawed out his two pistols and fired at two of the guards and kicked the dwarf in the face. He looks back at the clockwork person and says "That was awesome!"
edited 14th Mar '16 11:31:38 AM by Skiller2
Just looking at the "guards" resulted in Calliam gulping and almost falling backward - due to the magitech additions to his body by Flavian, he occasionally saw things in relation to people or Monsters that usually had a meaning. And in this case, he saw a strange black mist for a moment, something ringing in his ears...and then it was gone.
It occurred to Calliam he'd leaped into battle before knowing all the facts and decided to atone for that mistake by getting involved in rooting out whatever these things were. Their unusual appearances and such reminded him of stories Flavian told him of Changelings.
And something about their appearances reminded him of what he saw that day, long ago, when his world was engulfed in fire and destruction.
He moved to strike at one of the Changelings disguised as Guards, activating his sword's Mode Change, the sword turning into a long whip like form and using this to try to force down the Changeling and maybe force it to change its form to escape, thus forcing it to break its masquerade.
How did these Changelings get into the City?
What are they after? Could it be...no...
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Her eyes widened as the woman started screaming agonizingly. She didn't hear the owner's comment or get pushed by the various beings trying to run away from the skeleton. She just had her eyes glued to the gruesome spectacle before her. The destruction, the chaos, the screaming, the fire, the smoke, the breezes carrying them...and the pain...the absolute pain of the dancer. It felt like forever for her, but she knew it wasn't. She narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Time to spring into action.
She looked around everywhere for the rune, which was a bit difficult with the stampede, but she did find it lying on the ground, not too far from where the thief dropped all those coins he stole. She took her staff and with all her strength brought it down on the rune, smashing it to pieces. Just for good measure, in case the obedience runes on it don't deactivate, she took a deep breath...and spewed her dragon fire on it. She did it for about two seconds, hoping that it was melted, then turned her attention back at the familiar that had been summoned.
By this point, the crowd wasn't as dense, letting her spread her wings and fly over them to reach her target faster. She landed and slammed her staff against the ground, kicking up a lot of dirt. She knew it wouldn't damage it but at the very least it would put out some of the fires around it, or at best temporarily distract it. Whether or not said distraction worked, she struck its head with her staff with as much strength as she could then followed it up by hitting the side of the head. Both of those hits would easily topple over a normal unarmored human, or even break his bones, but this wasn't a human, and she hoped her hit would be strong enough.
Her heart clenched and twisted as if a knife was in it when she saw the dragon in pain.
edited 15th Mar '16 8:48:22 PM by ShoutmonZ
"You said you had a dream... That dream... Make it come true! ... If anyone can, it's you!" - N (shortened) Oh, and I'm a girl.
Mike Jones
Maze had been planning to slit the man's throat if he tried any funny business. The dragon lady breathing fire probably counted. Halfway through the man's sentence about helping the lady, Mazy flicked his wrist, swinging the blade at the man's throat. He honestly didn't really care whether he had actually caused it or not. He probably had, and that was enough for Maze. He would have smashed the rune, had another smokin' hot dragon babe not beat him to it. He flicked his left wrist, and a second blade sprung forth from it, this one much longer, at least five feet.
Maze didn't speak. The scent of blood filled his nose as he lunged for the skeleton, slashing his blade as he passed it with speed only a merman could muster. He had made the blade longer so that he could attack it without hurthing himself.
The city of Unity was always a sight that rivaled any other man made buildings in the world, either due to its great walls or the beautiful craftsmanship of the buildings. Normally the city was a hive of activity from different traders and political groups either passing through or using the neutral grounds of the city to help forge alliances or decide on new trade routes. However it was not a normal time in the city, rather it was a time of celebration.
Every ten years the city of Unity would hold a three day celebration of the end of the Jackal threat, as a way to remember the history that came before and to unite the people of the world, even if only for a small time. The fact that the trade and business that are brought into the city for those three days is almost ten times what would be made in an average month is strictly irrelevant. Mostly.
The first day is given to honor the deities that granted the various races of the world a chance to survive the darkness that had tried to bring an end to the world. People would spend most of their days in prayer to one or many of the gods, sitting through hymens, prayer sessions, and the scriptures that the various worshipers of the gods collected. When the sun began set people would gather in the center of the city and lower their heads for a final prayer in thanks for the world they were given. When the sun fully sets the people return to either homes or inns to enjoy a meal and rest before the second day.
The second day of the celebration is in remembrance to those who died in the Dark Age, a day of mourning for the nameless and the forgotten, those that died never knowing a life without fear and pain. Stories told of soldiers or leaders that held fast and protected as many people as they could are often told to the masses, and storytellers and bards can be found anywhere in the city, weaving the tales of the past so that they are not forgotten by the passage of time. As the sun sets on the second day a large fire pit is erected in the center of the city, and fire mages create a funeral pyre so that those who wish to may pray for the souls of the forgotten. It is also traditional to throw an item of significance into the flame, in hopes that those who died may find comfort in the memories and love attached to the item.
The third day is the day of celebration, honoring the lives that the Seven had granted them all those years ago by living it to the fullest. Throughout the city vendors sell exotic and odd wares to all those who have the gold to pay for it. Performers entertain vast crowds with tricks of acrobatic skill or songs. Magicians show off their art in competitions held by various colleges, with different competitions depending on skills. One of the biggest attractions were the tournament grounds, where young warriors battled against each other in controlled combat, rangers shot targets in magically operated target shoots, and duelists fired their weapons against the rangers in playful competition. Gambling Parlors opened for games of chance, vast tents filled with foods that most only dreamed of. Even the royal families of various kingdoms could be found among the peasants. All were equal and as one on this day.
And it was also the day everything would change.
((Hello all players of Redux of the Age of Heroes, are welcome to the start of what I hope is a long running and fun RP for all of us. To start each of your characters has found their way into the city of Unity for the celebration, for one reason or the other. I would like your first post to contain what your character was doing on the two days, along with what they plan to do for the third day. This will give others players insight into your character beyond what a character sheet or backstory could do. Too aid with some ideas for activities for the third day I have created a list of Side Missions that your characters are free to explore in groups or solo. These will help give you a good feel of your character and the kind of person they are. The main story will start a bit later into the game, but no great story starts with the plot, it starts with the build up. But enough chatter from me, here is some of the side missions I have set up for those interested.
Optional mission 1: A False Smile
While walking through the performance area your hero might happen upon a rather rare sight, a female dragon in human form performing a rather lovely song and dance for an enraptured audience, a smile on her lovely face. However to a keen eye it is easy to notice that the smile doesn't reach her eyes, and the golden collar that had once looked like decoration has a rune of obedience in it. Among the crowd you see a well dressed man with a rune in his hand to activate it, and is moving among the various people and sneaking away their purses. How you deal with the situation is up to you.
Optional mission 2: Hunter becomes Hunted
Should you happen upon the stalls you might see an interesting sight, two younger Elves, a young man and woman, on the run from a number of guards. With a quick look you might notice there is a symbol on the back of the Elves cloaks, the symbol of Piom, the god of Subtly and Wit. Those who wear the symbols openly are more often then not Hunters of devious monsters known as Changelings, who can use their natural ability to change their looks to cause no small amount of chaos to serve their own deity, Strimar, the goddess of Entitlement and Paranoia. Do you choose to aid the Hunters, or aid the guards? That much is yours to decide.
Optional mission 3: Knowledge Aflame
A column of smokes arises from the local Mage College. Upon further investigation you will find that the College was lit aflame by a young mage attempting to summon a fire spirit who quickly went out of control. A group of water mages are trying their best to put out the flames to no avail, and due to the rare texts and the remaining people within the College they can't simply bring an air mage in to create a vacuum to snuff out the flames. Find a way to save the people, or banish the spirit before anyone gets hurt.
Optional mission 4: Old Parts
A bit of a commotion down town is occurring as a rather old Clockwork person has suddenly gone berserk and has begun attacking random people with a forgers hammer. Its body was built to survive heavy damage, and despite its age can still take a large amount of punishment. The hint of dark magic seems to be hanging around the Clockwork persons being, suggesting the rampage isn't exactly their fault. Stop the rampage and help bring the being to its senses.
Optional mission 5: Live by the Sword
In the part of town where most of the performers conduct their business a large crowd has gathered around a man who wears the garb of a wandering soldier. At his feet is a pan filled with gold. He tells the crowd that if any can defeat him in single combat he will give the victor not only all the gold, but the sword he wields. Anyone who is well versed in ancient legend will recognize the weapon as Mankizu, the Katana of Biting Despair. Legend states that the weapon will slowly drain the life of its user, but in return will grant them great strength, equal to that of the Heroes of old. Put up a good battle against him and you might learn a thing or two, or maybe he will grant you another weapon from the bag of blades he has sitting behind him
Optional mission 6: Guards Need Help Too
The city of Unity has no lack of guards to help keep things in check during the massive celebration, but with more people making the journey then ever the strain on those who protect the people is showing. The captain of the guard is offering a reward for honest people willing to take up the duties of a deputy guard to help curb the pickpockets and occasional drunkard. Your aid will not be forgotten, and its possible that word will spread of your good deed to other guards far and away.
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edited 11th Mar '16 1:25:30 AM by Lordxana