[OOC] The Tales of Winding

[Bubsy 2]

Hey, just a by the way, I'm out of town right now so I'm probably not going to have a ton of time to work on my CS, so if you want to start IC by no means feels any need to wait on my part.

[BurningCold]

Any way we can track down the two blokes from the interest check that haven't shown hide nor hair here?

[Mokley]

Probably not coming at all -- the interest check didn't quite lead to this sort of scenario, so it's likely they weren't interested after all.

We'll start soon, then! @Diggerton we'll be here whenever you're ready!

[Fubsy]

This is certainly an interesting cast! ;D I'm thinking of making an area, though I'm still unsure, haha.

[Bombardier]

The RP status states that this is full, but some of your players haven't shown up. Would it be by any chance possible that I take one of their spaces? _Pls

[Bubsy 2]

Here we go. I was pretty intrigued with all the first persons CS's so I decided to rip that. I've been working on steam of consciousness style writing so this works out pretty well.

The Prince

I can see Him. I can see Him, I can see Him, almost, I can almost see him, hiding in the corners of the corners, just beyond the peripheral. I can hear Him, his voice, scratching, tickling, whispering, but not a whisper, no longer a whisper, now a yell, a plea, a scream, I can hear it in the back of my head. It sounds unpleasant but... but it's not. My God, it's not. It's the opposite. It's joy and bliss, the light of one thousand suns filling my mind's eye, the promise of ecstasy, pleasure, but above all, above it all an eternal peace. His voice, radiating in my head, filling it with his light, he speaks to me. My God, he speaks to me. He tells me things... he tells me His will, His word, He tells me I am his prophet and he is my God. I'll make them see. I'll show them all, the heathens, the heretics, they've turned away from His light to worship their false Gods and their false kings but by my God they will see.

Oh, they will see.

I didn't always see his light. No, even I, as devout as I am, I didn't always understand. I was born to a vain father and a vain mother in a vain kingdom that only had the trappings of His light, the promise of it, but it was hollow and empty. It was a godless kingdom that was destined to be mine. That's right, I was royalty once. Still am, I suppose. Oh, they loved me. Oh, how they loved me. On the day of my birthday the plebeians cried my name, declaring that I would be the king to make everything change, to solve their problems, to bring them peace, the one foretold by some wrinkly false prophet to unite their lands.

Oh, I brought them their change.

I can still remember the first time I felt His light. The first time I looked to the sky, saw the sun and the clouds, felt the warmth of His light on my face and I knew, I knew that I would be the one to tell them His word. I could hear him, it was only a whisper then, a hint of a trace of an inkling. In time it became clearer, and clearer, until I knew what I had to do. They were Godless mean, they couldn't understand Him, their vanity blinded them, raised a shroud between them and His light. I shed their royal blood with my own hand. Oh, yes I did, that was His will... His voice, His command. Throw the kingdom into chaos.

Oh, I did, the wars are still going.

I left their heathen lands, left them to the grave they had dug for themselves, the bloodshed they had deserved. They had deserved all that came to them, I can assure you. The truth is their kingdom, my kingdom, all the others were the same. Decadence, opulence to an extreme degree, they could not be shown His light. They were blind to it, could not comprehend it like infants, babes suckling at the shadow of nothing. I needed to go somewhere else. Somewhere simpler, newer, cleaner, fresher, a place I can still change. Winding. Winding, that's the word that keeps coming to me.

Oh, they must be the ones that will see the glory of Skinith.

---

People have always found me attractive. I'm not really sure why, to be honest. I've never really find myself, or for that matter anyone else, particularly attractive. But people have always liked me, gravitated towards me. I guess it's that whole royal blood, perfect genes thing. That's what I think at least. I'll try to relate my physical appearance to you as best I can. I'm twenty-three years old, for the sake of context. I stand at about 5 foot 8 inches, I weigh somewhere around 140 pounds by my estimate. I am fair of skin, my face hard, cut, angular, I suppose a face that would be traditionally defined as handsome. I have a scar across the bridge of my nose, a small one in a prominent position. My eyes are green, a deep green, green of the forest's leaves. If there is one quality about me I like it is my eyes. Deep and piercing, a deep gaze would make the prettiest, most pretentious ladies at court swoon. Although that was likely partly due to me being the prince of the realm, and of course that isn't the reason I like them. They merely please me. The shadow of a stubble has begun to appear on my face, and I don't particularly care to shave it. My hair is black, beginning to grow long, waving and flowing to my shoulders. It's been a while since I've seen a barber. And yes, I'm a Human. Winding is a diverse place, certainly, but I'm sure I'll be able to fit in there.

[VKAllen]

I was wondering if I could bring my god-character in here.

[Mokley]

@Diggerton just making sure I understand, Rowan is the prince of a faraway country who is extremely devout to a god named Skinith, and who was driven out of his country and came to Winding. Right? In this particular rp, gods don't exist -- but that doesn't mean there's no religion. So if you agree that there will be no evidence of Skinith's existence outside of Rowan's own head, then he's approved. :)

@Bombardier hey there! I'd promised five slots, which means that technically there's one slot open. So ok! Feel free to post an application. :)

@VKAllen Sorry, there will be no god characters in this rp -- and Bombardier was a little ahead of you in claiming the last spot. Apologies!

[Bubsy 2]

@Diggerton just making sure I understand, Rowan is the prince of a faraway country who is extremely devout to a god named Skinith, and who was driven out of his country and came to Winding. Right? In this particular rp, gods don't exist -- but that doesn't mean there's no religion. So if you agree that there will be no evidence of Skinith's existence outside of Rowan's own head, then he's approved. :)

@Mokley

Yes, to the first part. To the latter part that's actually totally what I planned, so that works out pretty well.

[Mokley]

@Diggerton Excellent! :D

Also. Apparently I can't count. We have 5 characters now, and Bombardier is the sixth. Ok! That's cool! xD We'll get movin' .... maybe tomorrow!

[Bombardier]

@Mokley

Oi m8. Does that mean I can still make a CS or nah?

[Mokley]

@Bombardier Go ahead, slap one up there, let's see what ya got! :D

[Bombardier]

Talk shit, get shit thrown at you.

Name
Anzo Käfer

Age
28

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Race
Humanoid Dung Beetle

Occupation
Guard

Appearance
Anzo has the characteristics of an insect, more specifically a dung beetle. Standing a little over 8 feet tall in addition to boasting a large, brawny build, this bug is a rather intimidating sight. Barely noticeable due to the onyx black color of his body, his dark eyes decorate his rather plain head. He's completely hairless and the only thing on his body that differs in color are the 3 white scarabs adorning his back. The beetle always sports a sort of natural armor in the form of his shell-like exterior. The only noticeable thing he carries around is a sack full of balls of dung, lots 'n' lots of dung balls, and the bag itself also has many holsters and pockets on the exterior for weapons plus his telescope.

Personality
He possesses perhaps the worst trait for a guard, laziness. It isn't that the bug doesn't care about the villagers, he definitely does; it is just that guarding can get so boorrriiiinnnnngggggg. If not napping at his post, Anzo will probably be off cracking jokes and eating food with said inhabitants of Winding that he loves so much, and being quick to make friends, he has plenty of people to do ignore his duties with. He's impulsive and ultimately humble, knowing damn well how crappy a guard he can be and how good sandwiches taste.

Skills & Abilities
Marksmanship
Incredible Strength
Great throwing Prowess
Social Skills

Tell me if i need to change anything. If accepted, can Anzo get a lil guard tower?

[BurningCold]

@Bombardier Where the hell does that thing get all of the dung?

(It's an interesting concept though)

[Bombardier]

Where the hell does that thing get all of the dung?

@BurningCold

Himself primarily. It's for throwing, eating, and other stuff.

[BurningCold]

@Bombardier But if he eats it only to have it recycled through his body... where did it come from in the first place?

[Bombardier]

But if he eats it only to have it recycled through his body... where did it come from in the first place?

@BurningCold

Woahhh bro.

But in all seriousness, he also eats other stuff sometimes.

[Mokley]

@Bombardier this is definitely creative, haha. Approved! So is his guard tower. If you want to write up a few sentences on it I can add to the locations list. :)

As for the origin of the dung, the village's waste has to go somewhere...

[Bombardier]

ANZO'S GUARD TOWER
Anzo's tower is an unshowy tower comprised mainly of wood caked with dung for later use. The defensive structure is about 20 yards tall and has a ladder made of the same kind of wood to allow access to the top of it, and at the top is a small roofed structure armed with a mounted telescope to allow for observation in addition to a mounted crossbow Anzo has never used. There are small bins for guard's possessions mounted on an interior wall along along with a chair in the center of it all, Anzo's favorite resting spot. Said big bug can be found there eating sandwiches or sleeping most of the time. In the scenario in which the village is in danger, one of the bins has arrows locked within it while another bin is full of fireworks meant for letting everyone know about their safety status: yellow fireworks means possible danger, red means we're all going to die, and green means it's all good, one of the other guards took care of it.

[Mokley]

Excellent -- added to the list!

I plan to post today if all goes well and the coffee keeps flowing. As previously discussed, I'd like to try and focus the beginning of gameplay on separately identifying how the weird changes in Winding are directly affecting your character, and what (if anything) they're going to do about it. No pressure to acknowledge the existence of the other characters if they don't naturally pass by one another in the course of the day.

Just thinking aloud, and some points for myself to come back to now and again. I'm used to dropping characters immediately in the middle of disaster, and I'd like to challenge myself to keep things entertaining without falling back on characters' survival instinct, haha.

Edit: Post done!

I invite everyone to simply post about your character's morning, and I'll respond to that. This is mostly just to set the scene, but should anyone like to interact with the mayor or the Pooths you're of course free to do so.

There's also an update on the Characters tab for these new NPCs. :)