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Seishun Academy of Swords, a sword forging RP!

Right onto actual discussion.

@Roflsmazoy

I could bring up these questions and statements in private, but honestly I'm a fan of transparency and hashing out things in public. And to be fair, you already stated your desire in the public for @KOgaming, @Jerkchicken and myself to leave but pretend that nothing happened and that it was our desire to leave, when really you just want to kick us, yet avoid actively saying so.

My main question is why? Why do you want to kick us? Earlier you have praised the barbecue scene for fostering interaction. That scene was the only one that has fostered interaction between any characters at all. You even mentioned how a player left due to a lack of interactions. So personally I find it odd that due to wanting to inspire interactions you would want to kick us. It seems a tad, how do I put it, unproductive to kick us if you want to encourage and foster interaction.

All we have done was to have our characters interact. We have not tried to alter how you should go about running your game, besides talking about some small background details. I haven't seen any of us openly conspiring against others and how to ruin interactions, as was done by @TheWindel. Nor have any of us tried to actively try to get you to change how you run your game, or obtain a higher position above other players like @KoL has tried to do.

Is the reason you want to kick us just for the fact that we wanted to interact in a roleplaying forum, instead of just having our characters stick to a loneliness that caused other players to leave your game? Because apart from engaging in some character interaction, while still doing sword activities, I don't see any reason for wanting to boot us.

Seishun Academy of Swords, a sword forging RP!

Maybe enough pork roast wasn't cooked?

Seishun Academy of Swords, a sword forging RP!

Slobbering, perhaps nearly foaming at the mouth, Nate Mason began voraciously devouring into the pork that was provided to him on the plate. Marinade was dribbling down into the folds of his jowls while the tender pork was dissolving into his mouth. In between unaudible bites, there were distinctive crunching into the crackling of the pork. Though that wasn't the only bit of pesky noise.

Of course that dog wasn't properly trained, so it decided to hop about. The Templar clutched his plate and cold ones together, and swiveled his body towards the side just to make sure he didn't accidentally get any items broken. Though the boy came to a thought as he swallowed a bit of pork. Nate took the piece of bread that was becoming soggy from some of the juices still left on his plate and began to slurp it down his gullet.

After he licked some marinade that hanged under his lower chin, the boy mused, "Y'know I'm not sure that's a dog at all. Real dog woulda fled away by now cause you know burns suck." Nate got up and moved to one of the corner pieces of plank from the table with his brew in hand. He swung the cap down on the edge and caused it to pop open. The alcohol suds rose up from this violent reaction as Nate tilted his head in thought. "It's gotta be a guy in costume. Man, I need to find who does the costumes for this group. Really will help for in character stuff."

Nate took a quick chug from the beer bottle. Exhaling, "Ah. Cleaner than water." He returned back to his seat on the crate and rested his beer bottle. Nate returned to claw and tear away at the pork with both hands. Peering carefully at the plate, Nate proceeded to lick at any scraps that were remaining. He then sucked on all of his fingers before nodding and smiling at Tao. "Worth the Smackeroonies!" He delivered a thumbs up to his host.

"Oh yeah." Nate adjusted his glasses and left a smudge on the rim. He took his beer bottle as he returned towards the furnace. "Gotta finish up a couple more bits." He took another drink from his beer bottle and secured a pair of tongs to remove the molten copper and move it towards the anvil.

As he placed these pieces upon the anvil, with his beer bottle nearby, The Exile, Apostate of the Pact of the Blue Quill, the Templar Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles clasped his hands together in prayer. "Lord, I hope I used the disposed hoard in a manner that you saw fit. Though I suppose you have seen it fit." And after that bit of in character prayer, Solomon began to use the hammer to shape two distinctive things from the copper. The scabbard to hold the ceremonial golden blade in, and the hilt.

All the while during his work he finished the rest of the liquor.

Smithchores

1. Shape the scabbard
2. Shape the hilt

Seishun Academy of Swords, a sword forging RP!

As the blade was cooled down enough, the Templar Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles proceeded to take it to a grinder and began to, appropriately enough, grind it. He needed to make sure the point of the two handed golden blade was properly dulled and rounded. It'd do well for practicing, and of course as a neat replica to hang on a wall or carry about. As he was finishing up with this, the delightful aroma of pork struck again.

The flavors were truly one with the pork at this point, and that spine-tingling sizzle of pork fat caused the boy to salivate. Drool went down his jowls and Nate pondered upon how tasty of a meal he was going to be a part of. His eyes widened like saucers as he peered towards his host. Nate responded in a trancelike moment of joy as he pulled out a wadful of smackeroonies from his pants pockets. He plodded towards the makeshift table with a glimmer of delight in his eyes.

Nate quickly, but carefully, placed the legal tender on the table. "Captain Tao! Payment for you dude! Uh, should cover it. Think it will. I'll dig through my pockets for more if that isn't enough." Nate blinked and adjusted his glasses before realizing something else. He focused his attention briefly to the copper he had brought and moved. The boy placed the metals so it could heat up while he ate delicious pork.

Carefully he approached one of the crate chairs and slowly sat down. There was a bit of a creak as the boy's weight was placed upon it, but so far the chair seemed sturdy enough. Nate began licking at his chops in a rather methodical manner. He started from licking at his bottom right then moving leftwards and then back around to the starting point. He completed this cycle three times then clapped his hands.

With an ear to ear grin Nate rubbed his hands together and spoke in a ceremonial manner. "Awaiting the ship to dock to the wonderful port of Flavortown."

Stuff

1. Rounded blade tip
2. Heat 7 Copper

Seishun Academy of Swords, a sword forging RP!

"Uuuh..." Nate replied with his mouth agape when he heard about the copper. "No. Er, lem-lemme uh clean up man." Bending down to move the copper to a less dangerous place, in the process revealing ye olden plumber's crack, Nate paused for a moment before hearing a loud clang.

He blinked at the creature before shrugging and moving the copper aside. "Yeah, uh, wasn't sure what to do with it." Nate rambled aloud, "Y'know? Not quite the right stuff for a proper thing, mean it'll work, but you know." Nate focused on Aldous while blowing out some mucus that was firmly placed in his sinus.

He snorted it back up as he smiled towards Aldous, "Ah yes! I must regale you with the songs of my people and the spoils they have! And in exchange for my tales, you can inform me of the Van Rees heritage!" Nate looked from side to side as he held his right hand to cover his mouth. "In character of courssssee" He said as a spray of split flew from his teeth towards Aldous. "Feel free to tell me your out of character name later."

"Oh right, something I need to check." And so Nate checked on how far the gold was coming along in the furnace.

It seemed like it was the proper condition to start shaping. So he grabbed a pair of tongs and moved the molten metal to an anvil and then began smacking it with a nearby hammer to start shaping it into the two handed thing he had in mind.

Oh and there was the girl, which he probably should advise. "Be vigilant beast-tamer lest the ways of the beast taint ye! Never falter from the teachings of a civilized world, so adviceth The Exile, Apostate of the Pact of the Blue Quill, Templar Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles!"

With the blade pounded out, Templar Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles moved it to a spot where it could start cooling down.

Task

1.) Hammer time for large blade shape
2.) Blade to cool

Seishun Academy of Swords, a sword forging RP!

Nathaniel Mason's mouth continued to water as he plodded towards the pork. He took in a deep sniff of what was to come and then smiled towards the skinny man that was Tao. "Still it smells like it's gonna come out all well and good." Nate blinked as he plodded towards the furnace and dumped his golden materials in it, and scattered the copper on the ground near it. "Yeah, I'm going to just borrow this for a jiff, feel free to some of the copper in exchange for that, and more importantly the pork." Nate said with a nod.

He casually looked towards the gold, before focusing his attention back to Tao. Nate Mason smirked as he dramatically posed, "I am The Exile, Apostate of the Pact of the Blue Quill, the Templar Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles! Long have I traversed through nations and realms plagued with unspeakable horrors, constantly battling them off to bring glory to my God!"

Nate scratched the back of his head, "Though that's just in character. Out of character, it's Nate."

Things.

1. Dump 10 Gold into furnance, 7 Copper on ground

Seishun Academy of Swords, a sword forging RP!

"Hm." Mused the Templar as he pondered on how to make proper use of this lost hoard. The Exile, Apostate of the Pact of the Blue Quill glanced down to the materials cradled in his arms, then up to the sky. In a dramatic fashion the Templar looked up to the sky, "OH HALLOWED HOST" Spoke the Templar amidst a voice crack from Nate. "Provide me a sign!"

Lo, did the boy receive a message from his Lord. The air beckoned with an aroma filled with such sweet tenderness that enveloped the boy's nostrils. His way was clear as soon as he felt the rumbling in his belly. Nate could not help but salivate. He plodded in the direction his nose figured was right.

As he approached the compound in the peach trees, Nate noticed two others. He called out, "Hey, Out of Character, eats smell great! Can I snag some, maybe lay the stuff down?"

Seishun Academy of Swords, a sword forging RP!

7 copper. 10 gold.

Seishun Academy of Swords, a sword forging RP!

Nate Mason listened to the quick out of character briefing regarding details for the campaign and the current plot point that was developing. In the realm of Seishun, there was a minor demigod with a scant century to its name. It was bound into a single cherry tree, and it was dying because of some reason. Clearly the expedition would focus on why this minor being was decaying. Perhaps it was some manner of undead, they were fairly common sources for this sort of deal.

He wiped out some sweat that was starting to pool up in his jowls, and flicked his thick fingers sideways to remove the excess moisture. Adjusting his glasses, Nate proceeded to get into the mindset. And so The Exile, Apostate of the Pact of the Blue Quill, The Templar Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles began to waddle towards the pile of metals strew about carelessly.

"Hrruuughn..." Solomon said in a huff, as he placed his left hand upon his chest. "To be armed with only my faith, in an unknown realm with only the scant advice of one of the Guilds of Artes Mechanicae..." He mused aloud in a monologue. The Templar knelt upon his right knee as he clasped his hands together preparing for prayer; and that was when he spied strewn about piles of copper and gold. "Curious, did a dragon's horde get rummaged or perhaps this was some former lord's tribute?" The Exile, the Apostate of the Pact of the Blue shook his head as he slowly got up. "It does not matter anymore, for now in the name of my Lord, I shall take these stones." And so Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles proceeded to gather chunks of gold and parts of copper.

Seishun Academy of Swords, a sword forging RP!

Name: Nathaniel 'Nate' Mason aka The Exile, Apostate of the Pact of the Blue Quill, Templar Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles
Age: 16
Appearance:


Personality: There are two distinctive personalities for the man known as Nathaniel Mason or the Templar Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles. It isn't that these two personality facets are wholly separate as some form of mental disorder, but rather just different parts of the same coin. And he can be somewhat quick

In regards to Nate Mason, he is a kind, easy-going, but socially awkward lad. In the presence of those who don't share any of his interests or status, he is a fairly milquetoast and nervous individual who tries to avoid as much contact as possible. The only times he does engage with these groups are if have actively engaged him, or if they are messing with others who are more like him. To those who do share some traits with him, he is a friendly, loyal and somewhat boisterous fellow who is quite eager to talk about subjects he enjoys at length. While he does mean well, he tends to misunderstand the emotional temperature of the room and those around him. He is an individual with a curious and inquisitive mind and if not yapping on about his own likes and dislikes among his peers, he is quick to question.

In regards to Solomon, he is an esteemed man of the realm. He follows a knightly code of conduct, and is heavily interested in the welfare of the common man. The Templar despises acts of evil and unjust and is quick to act in order to smite them down. He is a well spoken man, who is eager to speak with lengthy monologues of heroic intent, fond of the works of academia, and especially the theology of his Patron God. Each and every action this templar performs is full of a rigorous spirit that refuses to yield!


Biography: The story of The Exile, Apostate of the Pact of the Blue Quill, Templar Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles is one full of adventure, glorious heroism, defiance in the face of adversity, and woe! His journey is a great epic which cannot be given justice through a mere written or oral history. However before the surface of the legacy of Templar Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles can even be scratched, one must delve a bit into the story of Nate Mason.

Nathaniel was born and raised in a cosmopolitan city near the coast. While various subjects of Nate's life could be brought up, they are not as important or as eventful as one particular day and the events that followed. That one day of the most importance was when Nate was inside the local games and hobby store alongside his dear friend Saul Fischer. During some discussion over a card game, Saul brought up the Realm of Ebyrea and the champions and heroism involved with it. He enthusiastically spoke of the great fun he had in the realm, and how one of the game shop employees was one of the high ranks in the Pact of the Blue Quill. Saul continued one explaining some game rules and how they constructed weapons and spells that were fun to use, but safe so nobody got injured while playing.

Nate was hesitant about playing, as he would prefer to stick to the board games and didn't really know anyone involved with it apart from Saul, but he was convinced otherwise by his friend. So Nate decided to join Saul and play in the Realm of Ebyrea.

So began the tale of the Templar Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles, armed with his light one handed trust boffer blades, and cloth garments. The templar managed to enter the Pact of the Blue Quill due to a writ that was written on his behalf by the Scholar Burrows. Solomon found employment as a bodyguard. Solomon had a kinship with Scholar Burrows and gladly assisted him in treacherous tasks for the mage's research.

The templar was assigned on many quests, from the lowly orders to fetch the tonic waters for the established members of the order to more grand adventures such as slaying dragons that terrorized the land. There were many other adventures he and the Scholar went on, however despite their heroism they soon noticed a great injustice present in the Pact. Other people who were closer friends to the leaders got far more experience, rewards and status even if they entered much later than other members.

It wasn't a fair game, and despite throwing in time, effort and resources into the Realm of Ebyrea, the scholar and the templar were lower class citizens compared to those in the inner circle of the Pact of the Blue Quill. This is when Templar Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles gathered up other low and green members of the Pact to overthrow the order and demand justice.

This noble band of rag-tag rebels fighting against injustice were soundly stomped out, stripped of their valuables such as the boffer weapons as most of the rebels did borrow the ones from the organization, and exiled from the realm for not playing according to the tune of the ruling classes.

While he may have been defeated Solomon still had his spirit burning brightly and knew he needed to search for a new promised realm, free from the tyranny that plagued Ebryea. During the search for new realms, Nate discovered the Seishun Academy of Swords. He applied to it and was ready to begin a new adventure.


Specialty: Blunted Weapons