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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
This is going to be a test run of something I've wanted to be part of for a while. Basically, this RP is supposed to be running constantly in the background as someplace to play a character when other RPs slow down, or when you're between RPs. The way it'll run is that for the most part, there will be no real plot going on. Anyone who gets accepted is free to come in at any point and make their posts, or to stop posting for extended periods of time. That said, I do appreciate a heads up if someone decides to split in the middle of an actual story portion.
The RP will be run in one of two styles at any given time. Most of the time, it will be run freely, with everyone doing their own thing in their own little groups. During these portions, feel free to do whatever. Go to the mall, police the streets, engage in a little recreational arson (please don't actually, I'd have trouble working a serial arsonist into a Hero RP).
Other times, there will be short story arcs. Things like national crises or sponsored hero events where everyone gathers in one place for the same purpose. Anyone can run one of these arcs as long as they run it past me first. During a story portion, posts should be centered on the current plot, but people can enter the scene at any time.
As this (hopefully) gathers interest, I'll start laying out a bit of the world structure and deeper rules.
The RP will be run in one of two styles at any given time. Most of the time, it will be run freely, with everyone doing their own thing in their own little groups. During these portions, feel free to do whatever. Go to the mall, police the streets, engage in a little recreational arson (please don't actually, I'd have trouble working a serial arsonist into a Hero RP).
Other times, there will be short story arcs. Things like national crises or sponsored hero events where everyone gathers in one place for the same purpose. Anyone can run one of these arcs as long as they run it past me first. During a story portion, posts should be centered on the current plot, but people can enter the scene at any time.
As this (hopefully) gathers interest, I'll start laying out a bit of the world structure and deeper rules.
As Grace listened to her patron reminisce, she couldn't tell if the story was told in sorrow, or just as simple fact. She thought perhaps she had heard a note of pride or a touch of wistful melancholy when he (For she knew now that the God of Caverns was indeed male) spoke of her golems, and the memory of her first true golem rose unbidden in her mind.
She had been no older then seven years at the time, carefree and reveling in her gifts. She had played with the living stone for as long as she could remember, but careful to avoid being seen since her mother had warned her not to be caught by the other villagers. So it was that she had been deep in the woods behind her home, patting crude statues into shape with her hands, when a hunter had stumbled into the clearing where she was playing.
Immediately, the man knew what she was doing, since the living stone she had collected from the cliff face had left plenty of unnatural craters, and raised his weapon to fire at her. In a panic, Grace ran as fast as she could, barely avoiding the arrow that burried itself in the trunk of a nearby tree.
She ran all the way home, followed by the man's cursing as he chased her, and barely managed to get the door closed before another arrow head appeared in the wood, stuck through the door. Immediately her mother had scooped her up and bundled her into a pile of linden in the cabinets, hiding Grace away just as the door flew open again.
The next few minutes faded from memory. Only a short, angry argument could be recalled, ending in an anguished scream, a clattering sound, shouted voices from outside, and the sound of running feet. When the noises died down, Grace crawled out of the cabinet, shaking in fear and already starting to cry.
On the floor lay her mother, a growing pool of blood seeping from the place where a knife pierced her chest. A shelf had been knocked over during the struggle, spilling various nicknacks and treasures across the floor. In a haze, Grace gripped one of the items, a small wooden carving of a bird, as she crawled toward her mother, already able to see that she wasn't breathing. As she drew near, she could see a shimmering fog rising from her mother, and knew that she couldn't let that fog leave. Reaching out, she grabbed it as it rose and wrapped her hand in it, gathering it toward her. Now that she had it, she needed to put it somewhere before it faded, and her eyes found the small wooden bird. Hesitating for only a second, she pulled her mother's essence into the carving, clutching it to her chest and sobbing even as her mother's voice, at first confused then comforting, fell from the now moving beak.
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Back in the present, Grace felt uneasy as Nor's song reached her. Still, she said nothing, since the girl obviously had a goal in mind. Instead she returned her attention to Shaiolesh.
"What makes the song so powerful against you?" she asked, trying to distract herself from the discomfort with learning. The God of Caverns seemed to have a vast store of knowledge, and that drew Grace's interest more that the power he could grant her.
She had been no older then seven years at the time, carefree and reveling in her gifts. She had played with the living stone for as long as she could remember, but careful to avoid being seen since her mother had warned her not to be caught by the other villagers. So it was that she had been deep in the woods behind her home, patting crude statues into shape with her hands, when a hunter had stumbled into the clearing where she was playing.
Immediately, the man knew what she was doing, since the living stone she had collected from the cliff face had left plenty of unnatural craters, and raised his weapon to fire at her. In a panic, Grace ran as fast as she could, barely avoiding the arrow that burried itself in the trunk of a nearby tree.
She ran all the way home, followed by the man's cursing as he chased her, and barely managed to get the door closed before another arrow head appeared in the wood, stuck through the door. Immediately her mother had scooped her up and bundled her into a pile of linden in the cabinets, hiding Grace away just as the door flew open again.
The next few minutes faded from memory. Only a short, angry argument could be recalled, ending in an anguished scream, a clattering sound, shouted voices from outside, and the sound of running feet. When the noises died down, Grace crawled out of the cabinet, shaking in fear and already starting to cry.
On the floor lay her mother, a growing pool of blood seeping from the place where a knife pierced her chest. A shelf had been knocked over during the struggle, spilling various nicknacks and treasures across the floor. In a haze, Grace gripped one of the items, a small wooden carving of a bird, as she crawled toward her mother, already able to see that she wasn't breathing. As she drew near, she could see a shimmering fog rising from her mother, and knew that she couldn't let that fog leave. Reaching out, she grabbed it as it rose and wrapped her hand in it, gathering it toward her. Now that she had it, she needed to put it somewhere before it faded, and her eyes found the small wooden bird. Hesitating for only a second, she pulled her mother's essence into the carving, clutching it to her chest and sobbing even as her mother's voice, at first confused then comforting, fell from the now moving beak.
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Back in the present, Grace felt uneasy as Nor's song reached her. Still, she said nothing, since the girl obviously had a goal in mind. Instead she returned her attention to Shaiolesh.
"What makes the song so powerful against you?" she asked, trying to distract herself from the discomfort with learning. The God of Caverns seemed to have a vast store of knowledge, and that drew Grace's interest more that the power he could grant her.
I'm on his bus
i've been slowing down dramatically. There are a couple RPs I should really be posting in, but I just can't find the energy right now. Hopefully my upcoming vacation will help me get recentered.
Except I made sure I asked V before I even started making a character sheet.
I knew there had to be an ulterior motive
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She's a vampire, tiny, and the person she needed to convince was either Fanilly or Tyaethe--as the timing excludes the previous captain (therefore it would default to the most senior member if she joined before Fanilly assumed control). That's what is causing an issue.
Favours don't cover fundamental hurdles like "why is this incredibly unsuited ultra-light hating nem trying to be a knight". xD
Last I checked, being tiny doesn't exclude you from being a Knight, and being a vampire gets you killed on sight, so she probably wouldn't be letting anybody know that, and Fanilly isnt exactly a fortress of suspicion and doubt. She's also not unsuited in any way, being fast and clever enough to be a scout at the very least.
@chukklehed: Well, yes, but she'd still have to get herself an audience and acceptance by whoever was leading the knights at the time.
Then she used those favors to get the audience. Like I said, she's more than skilled enough to be a Knight, and she's crafty enough to pass any test of character laid against her.
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