CelticSoldier
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STATUS: Life before death, strength before weakness, journey before destination - Brandon Sanderson 8 yrs ago
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Life before death, strength before weakness, journey before destination - Brandon Sanderson
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Feeling sick, so won't be replying for a few days
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Seeing a problem as a challenge is a bad attitude to take to the problem
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The problem is not the problem, the problem is your attitude to the problem.
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Reading tales of King Arthur, it appears that none of his knights had any honour.
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Hello, person. If you want to know about me, know this: I spend far too much time on the internet. If you wanted an overview, stop reading now. If you want to go into some detail, I also enjoy researching upon ancient history (Alexander the Great is a particular favourite) and know to much random stuff that will never be useful to anyone. E.g. The first city west of china was founded in 5000BC in Sumer (now Mesopotamia) and was called Eridu. So if you go away with anything, go away with that, because it makes you seem interesting if you know it. Probably.
I also enjoy reading, Brandon Sanderson is one of my favourite authors, and playing games from the Total War series. I write things as well, but you only get to read what I write here. You're a stranger, I'm not sharing all my stuff with you.
I am also pretty sure that I am a nice person. Now you can leave. If you want to stay, that's fine, but there's really not much else to do here, so...
Name: Shadow
P.S. I also adopted a Pokémon because WTF not.
I also enjoy reading, Brandon Sanderson is one of my favourite authors, and playing games from the Total War series. I write things as well, but you only get to read what I write here. You're a stranger, I'm not sharing all my stuff with you.
I am also pretty sure that I am a nice person. Now you can leave. If you want to stay, that's fine, but there's really not much else to do here, so...
Name: Shadow
P.S. I also adopted a Pokémon because WTF not.
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@Lexicon Yeah, sound like the character. Kitsune doesn't care. Which could be quite creepy, because he looks about ten and he's slaughtering people without remorse. While smiling. Yeah he's got a problem.
You could probably try and help with that, might make for some interesting scenes & character development. Just a thought.
You could probably try and help with that, might make for some interesting scenes & character development. Just a thought.
It wasn't long before night fell completely and the captain said you'd better get inside or he'd put you on watch the whole night, or just throw you over board. He wasn't very eloquent about it.
The days passed much the same, and Darren was, surprisingly for a wizard, actually very talkative and upbeat. It was good at first, until you realised that the man could talk incessantly for hours without stopping. At all. Even if you asked. He even snores, as Brokk can attest to, despite sleeping in the next room. Somehow, his apprentice always seems fine, despite sleeping only a thin partition away, like those annoying people who just wake up and automatically look pretty. She tends to blush when she's around Fortune, and you suspect that she's never actually seen a real knight before. She usually remains with Darren, giving encouraging smiles to those unlucky enough to be trapped in his dialogue. It wasn't until about a week into the journey that things started to get interesting.
The wind howled and rain hissed onto the deck, striking like pebbles. Waves at least 50 meters high rose and crashed down onto the ship, as if trying to batter it into the ocean with sheer force, and not a few sailors were swept screaming into the dark waters. The ship was tossed and thrown by the awesome might of the ocean, and even some of the sailors were losing their feet, and they were quickly eliminated by the cold cruelty of the sea.
Your door bursts open suddenly, the Captain stands, dripping wet, in the doorway. "I don't care whether you paid one gold or a hundred for this trip, if you don't get up on that deck now were all doomed!" He yells, before running to smash through the next doorway. As soon as you're on deck, you're pushed around by a frantic crew, desperately trying to keep this wooden tub afloat. It isn't long before the captain reappears on deck, and resumes his yelling and shouting. "Captain!" Yells the man who has, somehow, managed to cling onto the crows nest, "Long ship!" The Captain pulled out a thin metal tube telescope, pointing it in the direction the lookout had pointed. He then had a few more choice words. "How did they get stuck in a storm! I always said they weren't the sailors they were cracked up to be. They'll get swamped out there, try to take our ship to stay afloat."
Darren chose this moment to emerge out onto the deck, his apprentice trailing demurely behind him, stumbling on the shifting floor. "Don't worry Captain, I'll deal with them." A fire ball appeared in his hand, and the Captain quickly jumped to stop him, "Are you mad? Fire? On board a ship?"
"I assure you Captain, the fire is completely under my control. And besides, it doesn't look like much on this ship is capable of catching fire."
"You think I care, wizard!" He spat the last word like a curse, "This is my ship, and you'll bloody well do as I say!" The tirade was in fact twice as long, with far more cursing, swearing and the like, but that was the gist. Darren looked hurt, but reluctantly put out the fire. His apprentice was standing close to the edge, staring out into the storm, her hair whipping around her head like a dark halo. "Alison, come away from there!" Cried Darren, just as the ship ground with a horrible, tearing sound of snapping wood and grinding stone, bucking and tipping with the impact. Alison fell screaming over the edge. "Alison!" For the first time, Darren seemed genuinely at a loss. He immediately tried to jump in after her, but the Captain violently interposed himself, "There's no way in hell I'm letting you kill yourself going after a dead girl, Helmsman, what was that!" (Again, paraphrasing)
"We've hit rocks, Captain! There's no way we're outrunning that long ship!"
Just as the Helmsman spoke, his words almost completely stolen by the roaring wind, lightning burst from the clouds, sizzling and crackling before striking the main mast with a loud boom. After recovering from the blinding flash, you stare with amazement at the mast. Lightning still crackles along the wooden beams, lighting the ship with an ethereal glow. "St Elmo's fire." Whispers the Captain. If you didn't hear it, don't worry, because the same cry goes up all over the ship. Some sailors throw themselves over board. Slowly, the Longship begins to turn towards the Wellenbrecher.
The Captain begins yelling orders, "You lot! Yes you! Go see what you can do about that hole in the boat! You! Gather some men, prepare to repel boarders! You! Ye-, why am I asking twice! Get down there and start bailing out! You, adventures!" He says, staring intently at you're group, "Make yourself useful!"
Over the side, almost inaudible over the storm, you can hear the pitiful cries of the apprentice, Alison. She could still be saved.
The days passed much the same, and Darren was, surprisingly for a wizard, actually very talkative and upbeat. It was good at first, until you realised that the man could talk incessantly for hours without stopping. At all. Even if you asked. He even snores, as Brokk can attest to, despite sleeping in the next room. Somehow, his apprentice always seems fine, despite sleeping only a thin partition away, like those annoying people who just wake up and automatically look pretty. She tends to blush when she's around Fortune, and you suspect that she's never actually seen a real knight before. She usually remains with Darren, giving encouraging smiles to those unlucky enough to be trapped in his dialogue. It wasn't until about a week into the journey that things started to get interesting.
The wind howled and rain hissed onto the deck, striking like pebbles. Waves at least 50 meters high rose and crashed down onto the ship, as if trying to batter it into the ocean with sheer force, and not a few sailors were swept screaming into the dark waters. The ship was tossed and thrown by the awesome might of the ocean, and even some of the sailors were losing their feet, and they were quickly eliminated by the cold cruelty of the sea.
Your door bursts open suddenly, the Captain stands, dripping wet, in the doorway. "I don't care whether you paid one gold or a hundred for this trip, if you don't get up on that deck now were all doomed!" He yells, before running to smash through the next doorway. As soon as you're on deck, you're pushed around by a frantic crew, desperately trying to keep this wooden tub afloat. It isn't long before the captain reappears on deck, and resumes his yelling and shouting. "Captain!" Yells the man who has, somehow, managed to cling onto the crows nest, "Long ship!" The Captain pulled out a thin metal tube telescope, pointing it in the direction the lookout had pointed. He then had a few more choice words. "How did they get stuck in a storm! I always said they weren't the sailors they were cracked up to be. They'll get swamped out there, try to take our ship to stay afloat."
Darren chose this moment to emerge out onto the deck, his apprentice trailing demurely behind him, stumbling on the shifting floor. "Don't worry Captain, I'll deal with them." A fire ball appeared in his hand, and the Captain quickly jumped to stop him, "Are you mad? Fire? On board a ship?"
"I assure you Captain, the fire is completely under my control. And besides, it doesn't look like much on this ship is capable of catching fire."
"You think I care, wizard!" He spat the last word like a curse, "This is my ship, and you'll bloody well do as I say!" The tirade was in fact twice as long, with far more cursing, swearing and the like, but that was the gist. Darren looked hurt, but reluctantly put out the fire. His apprentice was standing close to the edge, staring out into the storm, her hair whipping around her head like a dark halo. "Alison, come away from there!" Cried Darren, just as the ship ground with a horrible, tearing sound of snapping wood and grinding stone, bucking and tipping with the impact. Alison fell screaming over the edge. "Alison!" For the first time, Darren seemed genuinely at a loss. He immediately tried to jump in after her, but the Captain violently interposed himself, "There's no way in hell I'm letting you kill yourself going after a dead girl, Helmsman, what was that!" (Again, paraphrasing)
"We've hit rocks, Captain! There's no way we're outrunning that long ship!"
Just as the Helmsman spoke, his words almost completely stolen by the roaring wind, lightning burst from the clouds, sizzling and crackling before striking the main mast with a loud boom. After recovering from the blinding flash, you stare with amazement at the mast. Lightning still crackles along the wooden beams, lighting the ship with an ethereal glow. "St Elmo's fire." Whispers the Captain. If you didn't hear it, don't worry, because the same cry goes up all over the ship. Some sailors throw themselves over board. Slowly, the Longship begins to turn towards the Wellenbrecher.
The Captain begins yelling orders, "You lot! Yes you! Go see what you can do about that hole in the boat! You! Gather some men, prepare to repel boarders! You! Ye-, why am I asking twice! Get down there and start bailing out! You, adventures!" He says, staring intently at you're group, "Make yourself useful!"
Over the side, almost inaudible over the storm, you can hear the pitiful cries of the apprentice, Alison. She could still be saved.
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@Holy Soldier@Lexicon@Milkman I've never done a collab before, but I'd be willing to give it a shot, as it might work quite well, if someone would help me along a bit with it. Always up for trying something new!
OK, I'll try to get an encounter up today, if not then definitely tomorrow. Ready your blades!
Okay then, you want a kraken, who am I to argue? Just remember, when you're lying at the bottom of the ocean, you asked for it. :)
By the way, if anyone feels like it's starting to slow down, we can arrive anytime you guys want. Just to let you know. I do enjoy character & NPC interaction though, I like what you guy are doing. Keep it up!
Elnariels gaze was fixed upon their unexpected prisoner, still slightly chaffed that the goblin was the first of them to prove useful. Beginners luck, no doubt. The others would soon see that he was nothing but a little monster with a few tricks and not very many charms.
One of his watchers had to practically wave to get his attention, and then gestured in the direction of the market place. By the time Elnariel turned, there was nothing there, the most prominent item a large chariot that was passing down the street. He turned furiously towards the man who had gestured, but before he could do anything else, an anguished cry came from the crowd.
My son, please, I can't find him anywhere...
He doubted it was anything of consequence, though of course the healer went over immediately to the woman. A foolish move, anyone with foresight could see that it would be of no use, as when you lose something, you by definition have no idea where it is! Still, he should not be too harsh. Good people were hard to find these days, perhaps harder than trained killers, though those were far more useful.
He indicated for two of his men to search for whatever the first had seen. If they found the boy also, that would be a bonus. If they found nothing, he was going to have to have a very stern word with the fool whom anyone with a pair of eyes would have noticed gesturing.
I am surrounded by idiots he thought.
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One of his watchers had to practically wave to get his attention, and then gestured in the direction of the market place. By the time Elnariel turned, there was nothing there, the most prominent item a large chariot that was passing down the street. He turned furiously towards the man who had gestured, but before he could do anything else, an anguished cry came from the crowd.
My son, please, I can't find him anywhere...
He doubted it was anything of consequence, though of course the healer went over immediately to the woman. A foolish move, anyone with foresight could see that it would be of no use, as when you lose something, you by definition have no idea where it is! Still, he should not be too harsh. Good people were hard to find these days, perhaps harder than trained killers, though those were far more useful.
He indicated for two of his men to search for whatever the first had seen. If they found the boy also, that would be a bonus. If they found nothing, he was going to have to have a very stern word with the fool whom anyone with a pair of eyes would have noticed gesturing.
I am surrounded by idiots he thought.
@TheWindel@Themerlinhawk@KoL@The1Rolling1Boy@duskshine749@RoflsMazoy@PentagonWhite
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Damn, that Tigre was big. Not particularly well dressed, but big. Kitsune was almost afraid when he began stalking over to him. He'd heard rumours, sure, but damn. Strangely, he checked the guard first. Kitsune personally thought he was a bit puffed up, but each to his own. Time for that amazing speech that he really should have planned and now he really regretted enjoying the scenery.
"OK, first of all, the guy is fine. It went in through one side, out the other. Boom. Hit nothing. I never miss, done it loads of time, well, not shot guards just to get in, but I've shot people. Actually, that doesn't sound any better, um, meh doesn't matter, the guy's just being a wimp. As to why, well, two reasons. One, he was stopping me from getting in, guards have an annoying habit of doing that, and two, he was insufferably arrogant, you should do something about that, discipline or....something. Anyway, got your attention, didn't it? I'll assume that you're master Wong, because you're bloody huge, that's what people say, funnily enough. Always before they tell you about him being a great swords master, strange, but....here's the deal."
Kitsune took a deep breath.
"A Bandit Lord, possessed by dark chi, is expanding him empire, so that it covers almost the whole of Tu. He runs the underworld of every major city and town in the south, and he's beginning to head north. If he successfully follows through with his goals, he will become the single most powerful man in Tu, controlling the governments of all nations through corruption, bribery and threats, as he does already in the south. The region is falling apart, and more and more people are becoming subject to dark chi as part of his organisation. I figured I'd drop by on the way, give you a chance to join in saving the world. I hear he has hired a so called unbeatable Lynn swordsman, Tigre like you, apparantly. I thought you might also like a chance to put the record straight. And, uh, that's it." He concluded. "Wanna come, because I really have to get going."
"OK, first of all, the guy is fine. It went in through one side, out the other. Boom. Hit nothing. I never miss, done it loads of time, well, not shot guards just to get in, but I've shot people. Actually, that doesn't sound any better, um, meh doesn't matter, the guy's just being a wimp. As to why, well, two reasons. One, he was stopping me from getting in, guards have an annoying habit of doing that, and two, he was insufferably arrogant, you should do something about that, discipline or....something. Anyway, got your attention, didn't it? I'll assume that you're master Wong, because you're bloody huge, that's what people say, funnily enough. Always before they tell you about him being a great swords master, strange, but....here's the deal."
Kitsune took a deep breath.
"A Bandit Lord, possessed by dark chi, is expanding him empire, so that it covers almost the whole of Tu. He runs the underworld of every major city and town in the south, and he's beginning to head north. If he successfully follows through with his goals, he will become the single most powerful man in Tu, controlling the governments of all nations through corruption, bribery and threats, as he does already in the south. The region is falling apart, and more and more people are becoming subject to dark chi as part of his organisation. I figured I'd drop by on the way, give you a chance to join in saving the world. I hear he has hired a so called unbeatable Lynn swordsman, Tigre like you, apparantly. I thought you might also like a chance to put the record straight. And, uh, that's it." He concluded. "Wanna come, because I really have to get going."
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@Holy SoldierIm still here, just waiting for what happens after my dramatic entrance from milkman.
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