Right, you don't need a very long post here, only a few lines if you want, but feel free to do more. Or nothing, this is just a quick interlude before we arrive and set foot in Lustria, so the next post will come out soon, but if you desperately want to post, I'll wait. It's cool.
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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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The raiders never stood a chance. The adventures cleaved through the norscans as if they were nothing more than practice dummies. They were desperate, and fought to the last, dragging not a few unfortunate sailors down with them, and those who fled found, instead of the skeleton crew they'd left, twelve dead bodies, and a blood splattered elf. They took their chances on the ship. The looks the crew give you from across the blood slicked deck range from fear to awe, clearly, the adventurers they had taken before would not have done quite so well as you on the pitching, rolling deck. From the looks they were giving you before the fight, you reckon half of them were expecting you to just start throwing up. This may have been the case with fortune, but luckily for him, he was busy being heroic.
The captain is not quite so impressed. "What are you gawking at? So they can fight, that's what they're supposed to do, and sigmar help them if they can't, because he sure as hell didn't help the rest! If you haven't noticed, were still in the middle of a storm with a hole in the hull and bodies all over the deck, MOVE IT!" The sailors soon scatter to various jobs, despite the fact that at least a quarter, perhaps as many as half of the crew, are slumped lifeless on the deck. They are chucked over the side with the raiders.
Despite worries, it is actually only an hour until the storm blows over, and the hole in the hull is hurriedly patched with loose planks of wood, enough to sustain you until you get to port. Ironically, the longship might have made it had it simply ridden out the storm, but such is the way of the sea. Its smooth sailing all the way to Lustria.
You are still recovering on deck when Alison timidly steps into the light, shading her eyes from the initial glare of the sun. She's looking a little worse for wear, her red dress is still creased and crusted with salt, and her face is haggard, she's probably been throwing up the entire storm. Somehow, her hair is still immaculate. This contradicts all laws of reality. She locks eyes with you and her lips crease into a smile. Then Darren scoops her up in a huge bear hug, lifting her of the ground and swinging her round and round. She looks as surprised as you. "Alison! Thank Sigmar, I thought you were dead, when you went over the edge, and I couldn't do anything, and then this man....ah." It is at this point he realises what he may have interrupted. "Right. Come on Alison, you've got studying to do. Remember those books I set you to read?"
"But you didn't set me any..."
"Yes, I did. Now come."
He half led, half dragged her by the hand back into the ship. You get the impression that she's probably not supposed to be involved in any....relationships.
Whether that stops you or not is for you to decide.
The captain is not quite so impressed. "What are you gawking at? So they can fight, that's what they're supposed to do, and sigmar help them if they can't, because he sure as hell didn't help the rest! If you haven't noticed, were still in the middle of a storm with a hole in the hull and bodies all over the deck, MOVE IT!" The sailors soon scatter to various jobs, despite the fact that at least a quarter, perhaps as many as half of the crew, are slumped lifeless on the deck. They are chucked over the side with the raiders.
Despite worries, it is actually only an hour until the storm blows over, and the hole in the hull is hurriedly patched with loose planks of wood, enough to sustain you until you get to port. Ironically, the longship might have made it had it simply ridden out the storm, but such is the way of the sea. Its smooth sailing all the way to Lustria.
Fortune
You are still recovering on deck when Alison timidly steps into the light, shading her eyes from the initial glare of the sun. She's looking a little worse for wear, her red dress is still creased and crusted with salt, and her face is haggard, she's probably been throwing up the entire storm. Somehow, her hair is still immaculate. This contradicts all laws of reality. She locks eyes with you and her lips crease into a smile. Then Darren scoops her up in a huge bear hug, lifting her of the ground and swinging her round and round. She looks as surprised as you. "Alison! Thank Sigmar, I thought you were dead, when you went over the edge, and I couldn't do anything, and then this man....ah." It is at this point he realises what he may have interrupted. "Right. Come on Alison, you've got studying to do. Remember those books I set you to read?"
"But you didn't set me any..."
"Yes, I did. Now come."
He half led, half dragged her by the hand back into the ship. You get the impression that she's probably not supposed to be involved in any....relationships.
Whether that stops you or not is for you to decide.
@Jbcool No problem at all, after we're all done, I'll do a post to get you guys to Lustria, but how you get there is up to you.
Still waiting on a few posts, or if you want, we could skip past you guys.
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The journey to the city was boring. Dao just wanted to get there as fast as possible, no distractions, no looking around, nothing. Some people just didn't appreciate the journey, only the destination. If you applied that to life, it didn't really work, as the destination for most people tended to be death. Dao, however, didn't appear to be in the right frame of mind to appreciate philosophy. He was reminiscing again, for all the good it did. What did he have to reminisce upon anyway? From what he could gather, all swords masters did was train to become better, always focused on one, unattainable destination, never appreciating that all the time life was passing them by. Never appreciating the journey. There was probably a lesson in that, but Kitsune couldn't be bothered to find out what it was. He was too busy trying to get Dao to carry him, as he had bigger legs, so it was only fair. Eventually he gave up and just jumped on while Dao was deep in thought, and sat on his shoulder until he noticed. It drew some strange looks.
The city was the largest town Kitsune had ever seen, bustling with thousands of people, and it absolutely stank. As in, he'd smelled buckets of manure, better than this place. The markets were alright, the scent of so many people covered up by the sweet aromas of perfumes and spices, but the platform was a nightmare. He would much rather have walked. The train itself, however, was wondrous. Despite living in the south, Kitsune had never seen a train before. His own small town had never been important enough to warrant a station, and he'd hadn't had the opportunity to travel much. One of the downsides of being basically at constant war for 5 years.
As soon as they got in the train, Dao looked like he went to sleep. At first he thought the Tigre was mad, as he watched the scenery go whizzing past. After about ten minutes of nothing but rice fields, Kitsune decided that Dao had the right of it, and curled up on his seat. When he awoke, they had arrived at the crossroads. Finally. I mean, really, the journey took, hours. And there was nothing to do. At all. Why would you take a train? It's a stupid idea. Probably. People use it, so it must be Okay but, its just, you know, right?
Anyway, Mr Big & Stripy headed straight to the tavern, an unusual move for a swords master, but at least the guy was more interesting than he appeared. “It is getting late. We'll stay the night at the Black Rooster tavern. It's a shabby place but the owner, Fat Cheol is an old friend of mine. It is a place full of degenerates, mercenaries, sell swords and thugs so behave yourself and don't cause any trouble!”, on second thoughts, maybe he was boring. "You say that as if I've never been anywhere worse."
The innkeeper/barkeep/all round jolly man seemed very much like almost every richish barkeep he'd ever met, and they were usually quite nice guys. He seemed to know Dao, so that might get him a few freebies. Or a few blind eyes. “Can I give this this to your little friend or should I poor him some water?”
"Ahem, his little friend, is, officially, of the age of sixteen, and very much appreciates your gift of apology, for making such a cataclysmic error." And he jumped up and plucked the bottle from the barkeeps hands. Then looked for something interesting.
As he saw it, there were two options. One: The was a dejected looking woman with pure white hair, sitting on her own, not dressed like a harlot, and a phoenix tattoo on her forehead. Interesting. Two: The was a very large man wearing black with a huge sword at his hip, and he looked like he knew how to use it. Fun. Unfortunately, smashing up a tavern never made you very popular, so since crossroads was the kind of place you tend to pass through a lot, he settled for option one. She was kinda pretty anyway.
He sat on the bench opposite her. Well, I say 'sat', more half-kneeling half-standing so that he was eye level with her. It took a while for her to notice him. "Hey, hey lady, it's rude to ignore people." She glanced up at him, "Are you the disciple the other bloke was talking about? Why are you here? Where are you going? Why is your hair so white?" He took a large swig of the bottle, "I am not drunk, yet. Please hold my interest, because otherwise, I may be forced to get drunk and start a fight with that guy over there. Who knows, we may be able to help each other. Are you going north? Why? Who are you? You know what, lets start again." He took a deep breath, slowing down. Everyone always told him that he talked too fast, and she probably hadn't caught a single word that he'd just said. "Hi," He extended a hand, "I'm Kitsune. You are presently the most interesting thing in this room. Congratulations."
The city was the largest town Kitsune had ever seen, bustling with thousands of people, and it absolutely stank. As in, he'd smelled buckets of manure, better than this place. The markets were alright, the scent of so many people covered up by the sweet aromas of perfumes and spices, but the platform was a nightmare. He would much rather have walked. The train itself, however, was wondrous. Despite living in the south, Kitsune had never seen a train before. His own small town had never been important enough to warrant a station, and he'd hadn't had the opportunity to travel much. One of the downsides of being basically at constant war for 5 years.
As soon as they got in the train, Dao looked like he went to sleep. At first he thought the Tigre was mad, as he watched the scenery go whizzing past. After about ten minutes of nothing but rice fields, Kitsune decided that Dao had the right of it, and curled up on his seat. When he awoke, they had arrived at the crossroads. Finally. I mean, really, the journey took, hours. And there was nothing to do. At all. Why would you take a train? It's a stupid idea. Probably. People use it, so it must be Okay but, its just, you know, right?
Anyway, Mr Big & Stripy headed straight to the tavern, an unusual move for a swords master, but at least the guy was more interesting than he appeared. “It is getting late. We'll stay the night at the Black Rooster tavern. It's a shabby place but the owner, Fat Cheol is an old friend of mine. It is a place full of degenerates, mercenaries, sell swords and thugs so behave yourself and don't cause any trouble!”, on second thoughts, maybe he was boring. "You say that as if I've never been anywhere worse."
The innkeeper/barkeep/all round jolly man seemed very much like almost every richish barkeep he'd ever met, and they were usually quite nice guys. He seemed to know Dao, so that might get him a few freebies. Or a few blind eyes. “Can I give this this to your little friend or should I poor him some water?”
"Ahem, his little friend, is, officially, of the age of sixteen, and very much appreciates your gift of apology, for making such a cataclysmic error." And he jumped up and plucked the bottle from the barkeeps hands. Then looked for something interesting.
As he saw it, there were two options. One: The was a dejected looking woman with pure white hair, sitting on her own, not dressed like a harlot, and a phoenix tattoo on her forehead. Interesting. Two: The was a very large man wearing black with a huge sword at his hip, and he looked like he knew how to use it. Fun. Unfortunately, smashing up a tavern never made you very popular, so since crossroads was the kind of place you tend to pass through a lot, he settled for option one. She was kinda pretty anyway.
He sat on the bench opposite her. Well, I say 'sat', more half-kneeling half-standing so that he was eye level with her. It took a while for her to notice him. "Hey, hey lady, it's rude to ignore people." She glanced up at him, "Are you the disciple the other bloke was talking about? Why are you here? Where are you going? Why is your hair so white?" He took a large swig of the bottle, "I am not drunk, yet. Please hold my interest, because otherwise, I may be forced to get drunk and start a fight with that guy over there. Who knows, we may be able to help each other. Are you going north? Why? Who are you? You know what, lets start again." He took a deep breath, slowing down. Everyone always told him that he talked too fast, and she probably hadn't caught a single word that he'd just said. "Hi," He extended a hand, "I'm Kitsune. You are presently the most interesting thing in this room. Congratulations."
Thousands of years ago, before Pegasus, before Kaiba, before duel monsters, there were the shadow games, and the millennium items were but a few of the mystical artefacts one could wield...
So, as stated, this is a Yu-Gi-Oh RP set in ancient Egypt, when shadow games were all the rage, and it wasn't just the millennium items that held great power. The story will likely revolve around these items, one way or another. I'm thinking of probably you're either rich but not very influential noblemen, seeking to win fame and power in the shadow games, probably turning it into some kind of semi-political RP, or savvy young rebels looking to overthrow the Pharo or save the world or something else suitably heroic, making it more of an rebellion/epic themed.
As its only an interest check, I won't put too much information on as its only an interest check, but as to the decks you can use, nothing O.T.K orientated, and no Xyz or pendulums. Synchro's are the reserve of the ridiculously rich. You may be able to create your own, providing you run it by me first and I approve. A good website for doing that is here:
yugiohcardmaker.net
I'll see you in the field!
So, as stated, this is a Yu-Gi-Oh RP set in ancient Egypt, when shadow games were all the rage, and it wasn't just the millennium items that held great power. The story will likely revolve around these items, one way or another. I'm thinking of probably you're either rich but not very influential noblemen, seeking to win fame and power in the shadow games, probably turning it into some kind of semi-political RP, or savvy young rebels looking to overthrow the Pharo or save the world or something else suitably heroic, making it more of an rebellion/epic themed.
As its only an interest check, I won't put too much information on as its only an interest check, but as to the decks you can use, nothing O.T.K orientated, and no Xyz or pendulums. Synchro's are the reserve of the ridiculously rich. You may be able to create your own, providing you run it by me first and I approve. A good website for doing that is here:
yugiohcardmaker.net
I'll see you in the field!
@Bright_Ops I trust all of you to be realistic with your characters, so I will let you get away with stuff that may or may not work.
@Bright_Ops Its more of just a hand hold, but it would be feasible to create a big enough gap to push Alison through, the wood is a bit damp and splintered, though fortune may have some trouble getting through himself.
Might be you'll have to rely on that dwarf holding your rope!
Might be you'll have to rely on that dwarf holding your rope!
Right, so the post is up, and I'd rather we finished this encounter in one round of posts, so we can get to the main event, but if it has to take more than it has to take more.
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