[IC] I Died & Reincarnated Into- What Is Up With This World!?

[Leaves]

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[Leaves]

Farmhouse:

@KabenSaal@Scarifar
The scarecrow's arms dropped to his side. He smiled creepily at the fox creature; a beetle crawled out of his gaping mouth and onto his eye. He lifted his arm to point the direction of the nearby town. "You have made the most appropriate choice. You need to-" The scarecrow stopped mid-sentence and noticed the other individual stand up.

Unlike the fox female, this individual was a male and seemed more agitated. The scarecrow stepped back for defensive purposes and placed his hands up to his face. "I am a scarecrow and my purpose is beat you off this property if you don't leave," he hissed. His voice cackled.

Forest:

@Damiann47@Eklispe@Holy Soldier
The lumberjack peered from a tree. "You guys are a strange bunch," he commented. "I'm guessing you guys are close-friends?" The young man blinked his eyes and fully analyzed the group. He rubbed his chin and swung his ax around.

"You three are brave though. I'll give you that," the lumberjack pointed individually to each of the party members. "I thought I would never see the day someone would be causally napping in this forest."

The lumberjack began his walk and looked over his shoulder. "Let's go. I want to have you guys there before dusk."

[KabenSaal]

Egwene sighed softly. She knew there was no point with other world references, but she still did it. However, the Scarecrow was nice enough, pointing out where she needed to go, but before he could finish, she was pushed aside and some guy started running his mouth about some stuff. As much as the Scarecrow could be intimidating, it was the not most dangerous thing currently around. That, little honor belonged to the throughily pissed off Kitsune with a tail that was lighting up slowly, with all the flickering dance of a fire. A pyromanical girl with a flame tail was not exactly the greatest thing a game had decided to do, but here it was.

Egwene then stepped forward and placed a hand on the man's shoulder, her smile promising a warm death. And by warm, she meant taking half the forest with him in a display of how not to burn calories.
"Five..."

[NaraK]

He felt lightheaded. In a dream filled with ethereal skies, and before the decision he made in a new world, his body had relaxed long after his fall to a blue predator of metal; he felt ｌｏｏｓｅ, the air around him ^elevating. From the bottom of his heart, he wished that he lived again as the beast's glowing eyes gazed into his, its roar mechanical and panicked. A chance where he could perhaps bring change to the life he failed to make himself happy with. He wanted to soar not for success, but for a bit of self-satisfaction.

The breeze abandoned him...

The clouds flew up...

The wind spiraled to above...

And as he reached the end of a dream, he realized one thing as his human body fell toward a glowing world from a long, long dream.

He was falling.

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The menacingly red eyes of an armored wraith shot open.

Laying down in a field of crops, Hephaestus stared at the vast skies that greeted him. His body felt heavier than a half-ton slab of metal, and his mind wandered about for a good amount of time.

Where was he?

My head...

Reaching for the side of his head, Hephaestus noticed that his arm was covered in metallic armor. He had not yet noticed the voices of people nearby him.

...Oh right. I did that... character thingy majigger.

After his death, through a strange turn of events, he was given the chance to accept rebirth as anything he wanted to be. So he happened to become a tall, armored, metal-encased wraith that resembled many symbols of heavy metal. From the red menacing eyes to the spikiness of his armor in general, he looked like a warlord of death. He even had a huge mace on his back.

The problem was that he did not feel accustomed to the armor he had on.

Sitting up from the ground, Hephaestus turned and saw a... peculiar feminine person standing next to a pretty agitated man. There was also a demented-looking scarecrow with a creepy smile and a freaking beetle scuttling out of it's eye-

Hephaestus promptly laid back down as soon as he saw the group in the field, regretting that he just happened to sit up and witness a conglomeration of potential chaos. He hoped that no one noticed him, intent on hearing into whatever they had to say to avoid any kind of trouble that could arise.

[Scarifar]

Damien stared at the scarecrow for a few seconds, thinking about the threat it had made. Beat him off the property, eh? Then he threw his head back and laughed, loud and hard. As if a straw man could deal any significant damage to him. Returning his gaze to the scarecrow, Damien responded, "And how do you plan to do that? Tickle me with your straw hands?" On that note, Damien began to laugh again.

It was then that he felt a hand on his shoulder. Pausing his laughter with a "Huh?" as he turned around, he saw the fox girl smiling at him. Damien quickly realized that she was quite serious. Damien knew a threatening smile when he saw one, and that was certainly a threatening smile. Of course, the flaming tail and the countdown also helped. Throwing his hands in the air and taking a step back from her, Damien said, "Alright, alright, I'll leave the thing alone, jeez!"

[Eklispe]

Orion Stoneheart

Orion looked at the two people next to him he had never seen in his life. "Yeah best of friends, though somebody was supposed to stay awake while I took a nap but no biggie." Hey go big or go home right? "Come on guys, follow me, Orion, out of here to the village we were headed to." Technically he was following the lumberjack but since he was in the lead of the line it meant he was leading everyone behind him. The lumberjack's odd words give Orion the impression that this forest was somehow dangerous. Maybe it had wolves in it. For some reason Orion shivered a bit at that, he had a bad feeling about wolves, but he wasn't quite sure why. Maybe something in another life. All the more reason to get out of it then.

[Zamokra41]

TARUM

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Tarum laughed but he soon fell silent when he realized that the dwarf was not kidding when he said the effects would hit him up quick. ‘They better!’ was his first thought, he wasn’t going to just wait around for that pill to kick in, and kick in it did. His vision turned absurdly red, so much so that anything naturally red around him became nigh on invisible in his eyes. The loud music seemed to be getting even louder and louder and then louder beyond that, causing a discomforting sensation for him akin to having someone holding your brain in a neck-lock. Like that wasn’t enough, the people around him moved so sporadically and so swiftly that all Taurm saw was an amalgamation of red blurs in the vague shapes of people. ‘Damn’ it all! What is this?!’ he shouted in his mind only to have the effects subside in the next moment and be replaced with…something else. Something better. Something that brought his wicked smile back.

He found himself surrounded in an eerie silence, feeling lighter on his feet. Just like the bearded short-man said, like on a cloud. Apart from that he felt a slight tension in his muscles, the good kind, the kind that translated to ‘I could strong-arm the Destroyer of Worlds’. What the hell was in that pill anyway? He thought for a moment to make a mental note about accepting strange pills from strange dwarfs in the future but that would be playing it safe. He didn’t care if he had gone deaf, Tarum was going to take every opportunity to have fun and sow chaos in this new world, even if that ended up killing him. If it did, he would die laughing and regret absolutely nothing! “Take the world by the balls!” he shouted as he snatched another drink from an oblivious dancer and chugged the fruity flavored beverage in one gulp. A thought occurred to him in that moment, if this pill indeed would cause deafness, even if temporarily, and if one could assume that each of these party-goes took one, then one could reach two conclusions :

First, this would explain their ‘off-tune’ dancing since they probably only imagine the music they dance to.

Second, the DJ was most probably wasting his time. Either that or he thought of putting some annoying music as an unconscious incentive for people to take the pill.

Another series of maniacal laughter escaped Tarum. Who cares in the end? He was feeling high and mighty and that is all that mattered. He was hopeful that the deafness would pass sooner or later so why not have some fun along the way? If you can’t beat them, join them. So it was that the Chaos-Weaver began to shake his hips and strut his stuff on the dance floor along with the others. True he couldn’t actually hear the music but he assumed the rest were in the same boat and simply played along, hell the tune was so catchy that even now he had it stuck in his head and his mind played it over and over, it would do!

With the corner of his burning eye, he noticed a new participant. A blonde woman was sheepishly making her way through the crowd, apparently rejecting the drinking offers from various people. A clear sign that she was, like him, new around here. A few moments later, the same 'kindly' dwarf approached her and same as Tarum, persuaded her into taking the same sort of pill he took. ‘Oh, this will be FUN!’ he thought as he made his way (dancing, of course) to the blonde and without any warning grabbed her buttocks with a frim squeeze. “This is not the place for abstention, sweetie!” he said and proceeded to wrap his other hand around the woman, his metal staff dangling on the side. “This is the place where bad decisions happen, where man, woman and whatever else, give in to their deeper desires and enjoy the life they have!” He then stretched his free hand on the other side and snatched yet another drink from someone, this time offering it to the blonde with just a ‘hint’ of insistence.

“Let the future you worry about the future, this moment belongs to you and me and all of us! Now drink up and shake your stuff!”

[Leaves]

Dragon Rayo

Tossing and turning, he was startled by the loud noises invading his ears. He was dazed and uncertain of the sounds he was hearing. Opening his eyes, he was immediately blinded by a sudden flash. His hands instinctively acted like a visor to adjust to the lighting of his environment. His body shifted slightly and there was confusion regarding the surface he was laying down on.

Titling his head, he spat onto the floor. He had something weird in his mouth; they popped under his teeth and tasted foul. The sensation was familiar and helped him realize he was on a beach. The grains of sand in his mouth and the lukewarm floor was all too recognizing. The music he kept hearing was becoming more clear.

Instead of hearing distorted sounds, it was shifting into recognizable beats and bashes. He could tell of the rhythm in the song. Touching his mask, he remembered his request. His wish was granted.

"Dreams do come true," Dragon Rayo muttered. He took a few moments to bring himself to his feet. The luchador was still getting used to handling a body full of muscle mass. Overall, he felt groggy, but it did not look as if he was alone. He was taken by surprise of a crowd of people dancing sporadically to the music.

It was a weird sight; men of different sizes and races were strutting along to the high-pitched sounds of techno music. Dragon Rayo stopped and took into account of everything. "Why am I here? Is this my purpose?" The luchador brainstormed questions and tried thinking of possible answers.

He touched his forehead and was taken back by his mask. "Of course. I am a lucha-" His thought was interrupted by a short man offering an illegal substance of some kind. He watched other people begin consuming unknown chemicals. Rayo was not looking forward to be drunk in this new body. He already felt confused enough.

"No, senor. I can't right now."

Beach:

Let the Future Worry About the Future

Jemma was beginning to go through the process. Her vision was becoming crimson and her senses had been heightened. The techno music increased in volume and the voices of the passerby became increasingly loud. The sun might have shown a little more light. Everything that she was experiencing before hand became too excessive. After a quick moment, her vision went back to normal. The sounds she was hearing and the lightning went back to normal.

Then her vision flashed into a blue filter. Her vision was a bit hazy and her eyes had cutaway to another view point. By her perspective, she could see herself be grabbed by a beast man. The beast man had said, "This is the place where bad decisions happen, where man, woman and whatever else, give in to their deeper desires and enjoy the life they have!” She could see the individual snatch a few drinks from other party-goers. Focusing on the party-goer who had the misfortune of his drink snatched, his expression turned sour.

“Let the future you worry about the future, this moment belongs to you and me and all of us! Now drink up and shake your stuff!” said the beast man. The other party-goer stepped forward. He was displeased to have his drink taken away and he aggressively pushed the beast folk. "Hey, buddy! You owe me a drink!"

The blue filter ended and Jemma felt a strong urge to throw up.

Effects:
Slight Motion Sickness
Able to see Moments into the Future
(All effects are Temporary)

A blonde man had the misfortune of his drink taken away. He gritted his teeth and walked over to the beast man. Confronting him with a push, he demanded the beast man buy him another.

The dwarf stepped a bit back. "This party is getting more wild!" The short man began screaming out loud and pumping his fist. "C'mon, muscle-bound. You should take pointers from that beast man!"

Farmhouse:

Misunderstanding

The scarecrow stepped a bit back; he was taken back by the laughter. He began having second-thoughts about fighting. There was a slight feeling of danger surging through his body. From what he had heard, these two could be all-powerful. The scarecrow was not sure if he was ready to give up his life.

He acknowledged one thing. He wasn't going to fight alone. There was no way he could that. "Ezekiel! They're here!" The scarecrow's yell rambled the other's ears. The beetle jumped off his eye socket due to the vibrations of his voice. Crows hidden inside the field had flew away in terror.

The scarecrow looked over to the farmhouse. The sound of wind chimes could be heard during the pause of silence. There was an outside screen door that could be seen on the farmhouse. The particular ones that creak every time they are opened. The particular ones that always slam against the wall from the wind if someone doesn't possible properly close them.

This particular screen door slammed against the door as a man darted outside and through the fields. His feet moved quickly through the corn. The scarecrow turned over to the three. "...No matter what. I won't back down."

A man in overalls popped out of the fields. He was your typical southern stereotype; Ezekiel, as the scarecrow called him, had black mutton chops and unruly hair style. His attire was simple stained overalls and a plaid shirt underneath. The farmer's boots were old and torn. In the farmer's hands was a Marlin 60 Rifle. He immediately pointed the firearm at the intruders. "I knew this day would come, damn it. Don't do this! I have kids! I said I'll have everything by next week! I need more time, damn it!"

The farmer breathed heavily. "I don't want to to do this..."

[KabenSaal]

Egwene tightened her grip on the man's shoulder as he backed away from the Scarecrow, and said he would leave it alone. That, wasn't her problem. She wasn't in any way bothered how he treated the Scarecrow, but she was bothered by how he treated her. Still, before she could continute her count, the Scarecrow screamed for Ezekiel, and the scream was responded a few seconds later with a guy carrying a rifle.
"Huh, were's your chariot?" She asked, still gripping the other guy's shoulder. "And, I believe you have mistaken us for someone else. We were recently dropped off here from elsewhere by....something, we don't actually know. I think. And I can shoot fire out of my tail! So, we aren't here to do anything to you, your kids, or your scarecrow. And if this one-" She started, gesturing to the man of whom she had still grasped "-tries anything, we get to see what twenty seven thousand degrees of focused heat does to the pneumo-tissue" She finished, grinning broadly and happily even though she had threatened to punch a hole in a guy's lung just a second ago. "So, why don't you start at the start and tell us why a large rifle is your greeting for new people rather than a cup of tea?"

[Holy Soldier]

Aidan Diavol

@Leaves@Eklispe@Damiann47

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Aidan retracted the shinai (bamboo sword) and rested it over his shoulder while his second one dangled in his grip.

“You’re finally awake,” he greeted the feline girl.

I didn’t expect to see anything else honestly…well do you have any idea where we’re going? (Sonia)

Removing the sword from his shoulder, Aidan pointed with it at the blue-haired three-eyed person’s back as he was walking away.

“We’re following that guy and we’re hoping he’s taking us to a village,” he explained to her before turning to follow him and Orion. “Come on. No cat left behind.”

The swordsman caught up to Orion in time to hear him self-proclaim himself indirectly the leader of their little group. Whatever. Aiden didn’t really care for his main concern was figuring out this foreign land and his new life.

“My name is…” Aidan Diavol. “Aidan…Diavol…”

It felt strange saying it as though it hadn’t been his true name, but it had been the first name to enter his mind. “I’m a…swordsman and a mage…I think.”

It was hard to sound certain when one could barely grasp the environment, but he knew he would have to learn to do so quick in order to survive.

[Seravee]

Jemma - The Beach

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The young woman hardly noticed the massive figure who blocked her path. There were so many people jostling her about, and besides, most were probably far too intoxicated to pay her any mind. But when a sturdy hand cupped her backside, she gave a squeal, and realized that he was focused entirely on her. This was not another drunken fool who paused only to shove a cup in her face, though she did smell the heavy stink of alcohol on his breath. This man had taken interest in her, and under the blinding sun, with the music throbbing in her head, she struggled to figure out why.

Well, if man was the appropriate tone at all. Jemma's lips parted in awe, and she nearly lost the candy she sucked on as she gazed up at him. It. Whatever. There was so much hair, and the horns that protruded from his head could not possibly be fake. If this person was also dead, and had followed the same process that she had, he had been far more creative in selecting his appearance.

As his other arm snaked around her small body to drag her closer, her hands went up in protest. Balled fists met the hard muscle of his midsection, and her heart leapt to her throat. He was saying something, but it sounded far away, and all she could manage was a soft, confused "mhmm." What in the world is going on?

Suddenly, her sense of sight felt off. Everything appeared brighter, but perhaps it was the strange blue filter that was to blame. Time seemed to speed up a bit, and she witnessed a man having his drink taken. But as quickly as the vision had come, it died away, and the blonde turned her head as she gagged. The candy was gone, and the sweet taste of strawberries had been replaced by something far more vile.

But what she found far more upsetting was the scene that played before her only seconds later. That same blonde man from before, raving about his cup being taken. "What the?" she murmured, before retching again.

[Scarifar]

Damien was beginning to get a little less intimidated and a little more annoyed when the fox girl continued to get on his case. "What's your problem?!" Damien asked. "Spit it out." The mood was then cut short as the scarecrow began yelling for someone, making Damien cover an ear and take another step back from the loud noise. At first, there was nothing but silence as nothing happened. Then, the door to the farmhouse opened, and a man holding some sort of rifle emerged. That alone set off a number of alarms in his head. He could handle baseball bats and metal pipes, even knifes if he was careful enough, but a gun? That wasn't something he was willing to fight against.

Fortunately, it seemed like the fox girl was attempting to defuse the situation, although he was slightly irked and glared at her when she was still threatening him. Still, he didn't exactly have much else to add to the conversation, and decided to let it go its course for now. If things went south, though, he wouldn't hesitate to make a break for it.

[Zamokra41]

TARUM

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The woman struggled in vain to escape from his ‘embrace’, her failed attempts did noting but fill Tarum with delight. His grin was accompanied by a cackle, oh this all felt strange yet so, so amazing. When it became clear that the blonde was not going to accept the drink he ‘kindly’ offered, Tarum shrugged “Your loss. More for me.” He mumbled and was about to take a sip when he felt a shove from the side. It came more as a surprise rather than anything else, startling him enough to release the woman from his grasp and slightly stumble on his hooved feet. The one who had the gall to push him appeared to be a young man with the same blonde coloration of his hair like the woman. He was talking directly to Tarum, even pointing at him with his index finger to accentuate his words. In spite of his efforts, the words fell on quite literal deaf ears, the effect of the pill still present on Tarum, making it look almost comical how the man moved his mouth with no sound.

Judging by the aggravated expression on his face, he was clearly angry at Tarum for one reason or another. Hah, maybe he was this woman’s boyfriend and didn’t take kindly to someone groping her out of the blue. Or it could be something else, yet it all was the same for the Chaos-Weaver. ‘Alright then..’ Tarum thought as his ever-present grin only turned more wicked. He released the grasp he had on the glass, its contents spilling on the floor next to him followed by the glass itself, shattering as it touched the surface. This only seemed to make the blonde man in front of him angrier, good, it is going to make it more easier. Tarum nonchalantly took a few steps until he was right in the man’s face, they were approximately the same height. He chuckled as he saw the man continuing to talk, only to be silence in the very next moment when Tarum head-butted him without so much as a warning of any kind.

Oh, the advantages of having not one but two pairs of horns. Tarum felt pretty much nothing yet the poor bloke fell on his ass with blood gushing from his nose, the surprise of the strike contributing to the force behind it, accentuated by the pill’s effects. “Shut up.” Tarum said mockingly and then proceeded to place his hoof on the man’s chest, preventing him from getting up. He applied a bit of pressure, yet again, the pill’s effects probably accentuated the force behind it more than Tarum assumed. The man struggled for a bit but stopped as he saw the Chaos-Weaver lean down, his burning orange eyes affixed to his face, smudged with blood from his nose. “Piss. Off.” Were the only two words Tarum said to him before giving a final push from his hoof and then stepping back, releasing him. Another crazed laugh escaped him as he turned his attention back to the blonde woman, who appeared to be retching. He sighed and waited for her to be done before once again pulling her closer to him “Oh, you poor, fragile little thing.” He said sarcastically, “How about some rest and relaxation somewhere more... private from prying eyes? Hmmmm?’ He asked, indicating with his free hand towards the wooden path that lead away from the party. The slight ringing in his ears was an indication that maybe, just maybe, the pill’s effects would pass and he could hear again. If that was the case, he had a few questions to ask this lovely little blonde and was curious to hear her answers.

[Kejmur]

Hikaru - The Forest

Hikaru woke up in the forest. It was strange how quickly his death pushed him somewhere else. No Limbo, no darkness, no heaven (or hell, although Hikaru doesn't think he did anything exactly wrong, Hikaru led perfectly normal life). It just happened... instantly. he didn't even have a chance to think about what happened. It just did. Ahh yeah, car accident, how cliche. Hikaru read some stories about people being reincarnaited, but this was ridiculous ! Fucked up family full of cultists and baby making human machines... what the hell was wrong with them ?! And they said he needed to get married and get a bunch of kids because it's a tradition... F**k them all ! They mentioned some sort of curse... Heh... sad thing is that once Hikaru escaped their madness he barely lived 3 years. Yep, this sucked, horribly. All he wanted is to end up as a bachelor, live a happy life of a single and if needed visit prostitutes to get laid ! Simple, effective, no needed drama which is part of normal relationship. No responsibilities. But of course some fag driving shitty truck needed to hit him head on. Gah...

Well... at least he's still alive ! Although Hikaru couldn't help but look around confused. If he reincarnated wasn't he supposed to be reborn as a baby, screaming and wailing in clear shock. Well it certainly was something that Hikaru didn't expect. Well it was time to check himself, huh. Wait... why Hikaru walked in such a strange way, so close to the ground... He noticed small pond nearby and moved in to check out his reflection. Hikaru trembled in shock and howled (?!).

No no no no NO F*****IG hell no ! Now he remembered that sh**ty curse promise ! And in the end it turned out true ?! That after death Hikaru would end up as a dog and the only way to revert it was by getting into serious relationship and getting married after. SERIOUSLY !? What the sack full of bulls**t ! He always prided himself in being a single, bachelor ! Hikaru growled in anger clearly not happy with situation, not only he doubted he could just go and pay for sex as a FU***NG DOG, but even get it in first place ! Oh well, maybe those hentai legends about girls liking besti... no no no. Don't move into the subject, too much. What surprised him is that once he released another bark, he felt like information moved back to him. It was like...

Echolocation...

Once clearly pissed, suddenly stopped and thought about it. Hikaru just proved that he wasn't exactly normal dog, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He repeated the bark and received new sort of information. Wind, Trees, Sounds of Crickets, Random Guy Throwing Axes On Nearby Trees... wait, what ! Hikaru wanted to move away and have nothing to do with some stranger, but he needed information. Of any kind. And in nearby vicinity there was no one else. So calm and yet so scary and spooky. Well, he could try the middle ground and walked to him. Sit in place, and barked 'Woof' three times to get his attention and whined after. Maybe he will help him out ? Labrador retriever dogs are pretty cool after all, huh ?

[Leaves]

Dragon Rayo

The masked wrestler was disgusted by the hostile behavior. He was unsure of the name of the beach and the purpose he had here, but he knew he was not given a second life to act idle. He scratched his temple and shouted, "Most of that was unneeded! He's not as strong as you!"

Dragon Rayo examined the two. He was not sure how much power a beast man was capable of, but he figured they might be stronger than a normal man. "You took his drink and beat the crap out of him. Por que?" The wrestler asked.

He could see the beast man change his attention to the blond woman. Rayo placed one hand on the shoulder of the woman. "I wouldn't; this beast's intentions don't seem right."

Beach:

It's Coming From The Water

Jemma had another moment of pause. Her vision changed to the blue filter while being very fast-paced. The image showed her inside the dancing crowd in front of the DJ. Everyone around her was dancing to the rhythm of the music; they were mesmerized by the beats and bass being played. She could see clearly they were affected by the drugs and alcohol in their body.

The DJ began talking and shouting with his hands swaying to the music. His expression showed excitement and happiness, but that had changed immediately. His face showed concern and fright. The event to follow was a female party member flying onto the DJ's table. The table had broken down to the impact and began throwing sparks. The woman that had been airborne had died; she laid helpless with her eyes fully open.

Everyone began pushing each other violently while rushing to the wooden path. "They're coming from the water!" Someone had yelled. Her vision immediately went back to normal, but the sensation of nausea took her.

Tarum gained his hearing back.

The dwarf jiggled his corpulent body. "So how did you guys like the candy? The DJ sometimes throws them in the crowd! We should go get some more, huh?" The short man opened his arms out and yelled.

Farmhouse:

Proposition

The farmer took a few glances at the scarecrow and back at the party. He was not sure of what to believe. He pointed his gun down. Spitting on the ground, he held his hand out for a handshake. "My apologies. I didn't mean anything by the gun."

The scarecrow interrupted the friendly gesture. "Master Ezekiel! Are you truly sure they aren't hostile? What if they-" Ezekiel had stopped the conversation by putting his hand up. He gave a look of worry at the scarecrow.

"I don't think they could be them, Shadow. They wouldn't play this game. We might already be dead," the farmer wiped the sweat off his brow. He looked down at the floor defeated. Looking up, there were a few tears streaming down from hie eyes. "Look, I don't know you guys and I know I pointed a gun at you, but can you please help us?"

He wiped his eyes clear of tears. "We've been having a bandit problem for a while now. It's been okay; we give them what they want and they give us "protection." Well, they wanted more than I could give and they were unhappy. They already gave me a wekk and now-" There was a pause as he looked down at the ground again.

"They said today is the day they kill everyone I love and burn everything I own," Ezekiel sighed. Shadow stared daggers at the farmer. "Don't say anything, Shadow. Desperate times call for anything possible."

The scarecrow gave the crew a look. His dead eyes were focused on the party members. "We can reward you guys handsomely. What the bandits refused to take might be worthwhile to you."

Forest:

Center Forest

The lumberjack stopped his tracks. "Don't forget about your pet," he wiggled his finger at the mutt following them. He took a few moments and stared at the dog. His stare was uncomfortable, but it had ended quickly. He began walking and let out a loud laugh.

After a while of traveling, the lumberjack opened his arms wide. In front of the forest crew and the lumberjack stood a tall wooden gate. The gate had a sign that read "Center Forest." The lumberjack gave the gate a couple of knocks before stepping back. He elbowed Orion in the chest. "Be sure not to stir up any trouble, champ. You guys make yourselves at home. I have some more lumber to gather."

The lumberjack began walking away from the gate while it began to open. The doors of the gate showed the interiors of the small town. The inside was covered in flowers and trees while being surrounded by the wooden gate. There were plenty of buildings within the establishment, but as was described before, it was fairly small.

A man with blue pigmentation was at the door and greeted the new travelers. "Hello! Welcome to Center Forest! I hope you guys enjoy this quiet town! If there is anything you need, please free to ask. We have-" He began naming the different buildings that were in the town.

An inn is located at the far north side of town.
A library is at the center of town.
A bulletin board with a few odd jobs is posted on the library's wall.
A general store is at the front of the entrance.
Houses are located on the east and west walls of town.

[KabenSaal]

Egwene turned away from the farmer and looked at the kid as he demanded to know what the problem was.
"The problem is you immidiately got aggressive with a Scarecrow while we are tresspassing - inadvertantly, but still - on their land, and then pushed past me without a word of apology. And so I want to set you on fire and hear your screams of agony and the bubbling of your skin. Does that cover it?" She asked, rethrorically, before looking back at the farmer. "No you can't. You can reward us modestly. If you could reward us handsomely, you wouldn't have a problem with bandits. So, tell me where they are, and I will go deal with them. And you should get a few friends, or farmhands. Being here alone is just asking for people to take advantage of you. I doubt any gang would want to mess with hand a dozen guys with guns and a house" she finished, her tail still lit brightly, but not setting anyone on fire, so that was good, right?

[NaraK]

The guy got angry.

The girl got angry.

The one dude with the shotgun got angry.

And the scarecrow was less angrier than "angry."

...Time to get up, Hephaestus thought as he picked himself up from the ground.

Though his body felt heavy, the armor itself was not as heavy as he thought it would have been. The man towered over the people in the fields, his eyes gleaming a deathly red and his steel armor glinting in its metallic glory. There were many things he could have said right at that moment. "Shut yer yappers" or "Silence, before I enslave your souls." "Don't make me slaughter all of you" or "Get out of my way."

Instead, he said to the scarecrow with a deep, befitting voice of a tall spectral wraith armored in a crapload of metal,

"If the reward is edible, then I would love to help."

Normally, he would have given himself the time to introduce himself. All of that became insignificant when he heard that some people were in trouble, and there was a reward for thrashing bandits around. If the reward was food, then he'd go nuts and demand for enough to keep his stomach full for a good amount of time.

If the reward was money, then... he'd probably go and buy food first. Even as a wraith, he felt hungry. He wondered if he would die without food, though.

"I'm hungry," he added in randomly, briefly explaining why he wanted a reward in the first place.

[oKageo]

[omitted]

[Eklispe]

Orion Stoneheart

Orion glanced at the dog and shrugged, not the weirdest thing here. He followed the lumberjack into town and gave him a friendly smile and a word of thanks as he went off. Then the blue guy gave them directions to everything which was really cool and Orion thanked him and entered the town, indicating to his newfound friends to huddle up. "So I have have no idea who any of you are, but I think we're all in the same boat here. I'm going to go to see if I can find a job and get some money. Either you guys can help or try to get some information around here, but I think we should all stick together. And uh . . . The dog can go with whoever I guess. And let's all meet up at the inn tonight, alright? Ready, set, break!" With that team leader like decision out of the way Orion began heading towards the bulletin board to look at the jobs, if he wanted food and a place to stay he needed money and there was only one way to get that.

[Leaves]

Forest:

@Eklispe@Holy Soldier@Kejmur@Damiann47

Odd Jobs

The bullet board had a lot of errands and odd jobs posted on the bulletin board. Some of them seemed significant for the community as a whole and some looked liked they would affect only one person. Some jobs seemed more orthodox than others.

Rat Problem:
Easy Difficulty
"I have finally had enough! I cannot tell you how much I've tried exterminating these pests! I cannot go to my basement anymore! Please help me kill these rats! I'll offer 50g for each bloody ya kill!" -Matilda, my house is on the west side

Simon Times
Difficulty Normal
"The truth needs to come out! Simon Times is a douchebag! He's nothing, but a bully and a person that keeps on taking! Be careful of your wives because he's a homewrecker! If somebody can teach that asshole, I'll glady fork some money over! And I mean give him a bloody nose! You can usually find the guy at the library!" -Anonymous

Goblins Spotted!
Difficulty Normal
"Goblins have been spotted on the outside gates! They have been repeatedly been seen opposite side of the front gate. They could be trying to break the gate and make a breakthrough. Whoever can dispatch them will be rewarded handsomely." -Mayor Paul

Recipe Ingredients
Difficulty Normal
"I'm trying to make a good soup, but I cannot seem to find the ingredients. I would be pleased if some person can help me. I only have a few things I need you to get. I'm sure my soup will be worthwhile for this fetch quest." -Grandma Grinny, house located on the east side.