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We're in a fantasy adventure and we're a party. We're off to try and stop a problem, and we adventure. Basically, it's D&D game but it could get a heck of a lot... tropier?)
An individual wearing a white overcoat strolled through the main streets of Odea Castle Town. It was a somewhat gloomy and chilly day, pretty normal for the season. He entered the tavern, having a gut feeling something was going on. He found that there was a small crowd huddled near a bulletin board. He looked to what the bulletin board had to offer, finding it offered an adventure to anyone who had the skills the writers needed.
"Well then," he murmurred, "maybe this'll get me closer to finding Haru... or I could just have a bit of fun with it."
He headed off to the location given, a secluded spot in the woods, with a few of his inventions. Maybe someone would find his talents useful here...
i had images of this dude but i didn't want to embed them, but I made this spoiler tag anyway, ack. whate're.
Edited by FriedBaka on Feb 10th 2020 at 11:41:57 AM
In those woods would be a female half-elf ranger with long blonde hair. She'd notice the person and take a shot, purposefully missing. "Who goes there?"
Edited by AHSVelocity on Feb 10th 2020 at 12:29:50 PM
The man yelped in shock. "What the hell was that for- eh, well... I guess I can't say I blame you. I'm Cyril, looking for... whoever put that message in the tavern's bulletin board. Was it you, perhaps?" He looked confused, trying to piece together why anyone else would be here unless it was about the message. "We're not going to have to fight, are we? I'm afraid I'm not entirely prepared, and I'm worried my machinery isn't fully... working, to say the least. I'm an inventor, or if you prefer, a technomancer? I'm not sure if that's the right word, but I make things."
"Wait, you're here for the message in the tavern?"
The ranger would sigh, swinging from branch to branch and landing in front of Cyril. She'd pick up the arrow, putting it in her quiver.
"My apologies, then. I didn't mean to disturb you. I'm here for the message as well. The name's Allora. I'm a ranger. I've got a super convoluted backstory as well, so I won't bore you with that."
Allora would extend a hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Cyril!"
Cyril took off one of his gauntlets, held it in his left hand, and shook Allora's hand. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you too, seeing as we will probably have to end up making allies of each other anyways." After letting go, he put his gauntlet back on and rubbed his hands together. The gauntlets sparked a little electricity. "Good, good, not too damaged..." He looked up to Allora. "So, I suppose we should continue on together?"
"Indeed we shall. Lead the way!"
Allora would fit her bow in a custom made holster, bowing to Cyril.
Did I just hear you guys were going to the tavern? A sleek voice came out from behind. There stood a raven-haired young girl with a witchís garb.
The nameís Clearmoon Gracie, but you can call me Clay.
A woman in a dark blue hooded cloak approached them next. She clutched a tall staff in her hand, which was curved and had a tip adorned with translucent crystals. There's a distant look in her icy blue eyes. Her skin is eerily pale.
"I, uh...I hope you don't mind if I join you? It's been difficult traveling alone. My name's Khione."
I should clarify that while this character is modeled after Caitlin Snow in terms of looks and powerset, she's not meant to be the same character.
"Actually, uh... we aren't headed for the tavern, we just came from there, I think. We're heading to... somewhere. Somewhere that if you went to the tavern, you might know about."
Cyril's eyes awkwardly shifted. Is it safe to tell another about this?
"I'd be fine with it... I think."
Edited by FriedBaka on Feb 10th 2020 at 1:02:26 PM
"I'm fine with it as well. A pleasure to meet you both."
She extends a hand to Khione and Clay, a warm smile on her face.
You wonít regret having a witch in the team. Says Clay as she shakes her hand.
Khione takes her hand, a nervous smile on her face. "Pleasure to meet you." The other woman may have noticed that Khione's hand was quite cold.
A scrawny badger-man stumbled towards the group. His attire clearly suggested that he was some sort of pirate, aside from the lack of jewellery. At least he had a sword.
"Ayup! 'Erd some commotion goin' on down 'ere, thought I might as well 'ave a gander. Name's Selago. Nice t'meet ya." He extended a hand to nobody in particular. There was a scar across the back of it.
Cyril started to speak, "Well, we sure are making quite the party here-"
"Maaan. You guys were taking forever... You made us come to you!" a small, young voice spoke, approaching the group.
"Azoth... relax, at least they're here." another young voice said.
Then, two children stood by the group.
"We're glad you've arrived, though. Ymir and I have been waiting for you all. We need to talk."
Edited by FriedBaka on Feb 10th 2020 at 1:38:00 PM
Allora would immediately unholster and aim her bow at the kids, then realize what kind of image that gives her, proceeding to put her bow and arrow back. "Talk about what exactly?"
"We've got some... information. That we can't trust too many people with, if you know what I mean. But first, I guess we should introduce ourselves. I'm Azoth, this is Ymir," the kid motioned toward the other child, "I'm a demon, he's my warlock, yadda, yadda, but we have info on the king and there's not a lot of time."
"You guys know about the negotiations involving the royals recently, right? We've seen some death. A lotta death. Like... poisoned wine at parties. Castle dungeon morgues. And since we're kids... I don't know if you'll believe us-"
"I told you not to bring that up, 'Mir. They will at least believe a demon, right? I have power!"
"I thought you were using that on me?"
"Yeah, that too," Azoth said, disregarding Ymir for a moment. We have power... at least, some power, anyway. Back to the main thing, we're gonna overthrow the royals. No full plan yet, but... you all in?"
Will we overthrow patriarchy too?
A large bearded man with a woodcutter axe in one hand, a large viking shield in the other wearing a few layers of bear pelt poorly stitched together into what vaguely look like armor walks in on the group
"Sorry to interrupt, but it kind of sounded like you are planning to mop the floor with some upper class dirtbags, and I can tell you that you are not doing that without me taking part"
"Death... Is it the ruler doing everything or is there another entity at work here?"
Azoth shrugs. "I mean, I don't know the definition of that word but-"
"Ooh! I know this one! It's when rulership is passed down through the males of a family!" Ymir exclaimed. "Or it's when anyone that isn't male is just kinda excluded from the government."
"Oh. Thanks, I guess.
"Y'know, with how much we've had to read to get info on the royals, I might as well be a wizar-"
"No, I refuse to leave you now. Sorry, Ymir, but we're at least gonna be linked for the next month.
"It was a joke..."
"ANYWAYS! As far as we can tell, it's at least mostly the ruler. I haven't found traces of other demons, but there could be some involved, for all we know. I just know it smelled like death and evil, and I know death and evil. I've known it as long as I've been alive!"
"Which is six weeks."
Cyril wasn't taking these two very seriously. They were kids! Children! But... they did have a point. What was going on did seem awfully suspicious.
Edited by FriedBaka on Feb 10th 2020 at 2:12:52 PM
Allora would think about it for a while.
If the ruler's the one at fault here, then that means the kingdom's corrupt... Which means once it's overthrown, it needs a new ruler... but I'm not entirely sure I trust these two kids...
"I'm in..." Allora would tell the two.
"...but only if everyone else is."
Selago nodded silently. "I 'ave no clue who we're up against, but if 'e's really that bad, then I'll be more than 'appy t' take 'im down."
Edited by GoldenCityBird on Feb 10th 2020 at 8:16:22 PM
Iím in. But, thing that you guys need to know. I will randomly doze off at probably any point for a undefined time. Itís really weird, and I will be floating there. In fact...
Clay closes her eyes and starts floating. A small purple sand watch appears and starts next to her.
The tavern, whether the owners had known or not, had been a longtime home of... little people. Those who lived within the walls, atop the rafters, in mouse-holes, and barstools. Borrowers, they were called by folks who knew of them. Several different borrowing clans sufficed off the materials provided by the tavern, and the most fortuitous and well-liked clan was the Kelly clan, lead, for a time, by the charming, youthful, and attractive Kelly brothers, eldest being the well-chiseled Argyle.
However, the Kelly brothersí rule over the land was crushed within a disastrous three day period, in which four of the Kelly brothers drowned in a whiskey bottle, two caught fever and passed, five were eaten by squirrels, six were stepped on, and the last of them, Ned, was crushed to his bloody death under a stamp. The stamper in question hadnít even noticed, as he had used red ink. The Kellysí days had passed, and soon other clans took over their democratic power.
It was in this time of great turmoil that the youngest Kelly, a cousin of the Kelly brothers, a scion to their great clan, a wee borrower by the name of Hackett Bailey Kelly, upon the sickness-death of his ma, set out from the tavern, after overhearing talks of a call to adventure posted up in his tavern home. Taking with him a small bag of materials, the pint-sized man decided to walk to this supposed secluded spot. However, once he had set out onto the dirt road, and saw the footsteps of other, much larger, adventurers had gotten a start and set off far earlier than he had, and likely at a far faster rate, he realized if he didnít get a move on, he would miss out on his fate.
Hackett rushed off into the forest as fast as he could.
"This just sound more fun every minute, I'm in!"
He puts away the axe and reaches for a handshake
"Name's Thorstone, strongest fighter in Westheim Village"
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