Gilligan took a few moments and begain walking foreword into the blackness until he reached a set of three doors at the end of the room. Gil then searched his mind for the most logical way to choose which door to pick. "Ennie, meenie, minnie, moe..." he landed on the left door and walked into the next room.
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I don't believe in a dead tred so if you happen across any of my old abandoned projects PM me and we can see about starting it back up.
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Thank you twelve! Alright what do you guys got for me!
"Okay...dark and scary. Scary and dark... And lonely." were the thoughts bouncing around Gilligan's head the stair case was long and winding, and he took note of the eerily clean walls. "Well... It seems no one canceled the maid service at least." Gil joked to himself, yet he knew the cleanliness most likely could mean either some still lasting magic spell... It the dungeon was inhabited. He couldn't decide which troubled him more.
It was a nerve wracking trip to the bottom of the steps. At the base was a beautiful limestone door. Taking a deep breath and pushed open the heavy doors.
It was a nerve wracking trip to the bottom of the steps. At the base was a beautiful limestone door. Taking a deep breath and pushed open the heavy doors.
@Rhythmloid don't worry about it! Like I said will take it one room at a time for now then pass it along. Just tell me what's in the first room. I trust you.
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Everything is set up here!
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Gilligan had opened his window blinds so that the sun reaching the horizon would stream in and wake him. That's how Godwin always woke himself in the morning. However years of sleeping in wasn't as easy to break as he thought, and dispute his efforts the sun was well into the sky by the time Him woke himself. He sat on the corner of his bed and rubbed his neck for a few moments before getting dressed. He wore a simple homespun tunic, workmens trousers, and a wool vest and cap to keep away the morning chill. "When dad went off gods know were, why did he take all the cool stuff!" Gilligan complained to himself. "Damn, I look like any old village idiot." he thought while lacing his boots. He went to leave his room when he looked back and saw his closet. The one Oculus was stored in.
"Maybe... Maybe lifting the sword everyday was metaphorical? Ya some magical Shit about dealing without him every day. Ya that's it." Gil told himself as he went to retrieve the blade. He opended the doors and grabbed the hilt of the massive sword... And imminently plummeted to the earth under its weight.
"Okay," he panted as the fall nocked the breath from him, "Not...a metaphor." he grabbed the closet door to pull himself up, only to find it not as steady as he thought, bringing it and it's contents spilling onto the floor and banging his knee. And thus our hero surveyed the destruction he wrought, "That's... I'll clean it up later." he said to the empty room.
He had boiled a dozen eggs the night before and ate 3 of them for breakfast, he wrapped the others in a cloth along with an Apple and stuck tied the bundle to the hilt of the sword he bought the other day. For how little he spent on it his new sword wasn't that bad, despite the iron being melted down from old farm equipment. Still what passes for a weapon in Roselake was a heavy stuck or club, he should count himself lucky the blacksmith had made the sword as a hobby piece. He put the bastard blade the scabbard over his shoulder.
And thus armed with a sword made from a hoe, a rusty set of skill, his wits, and his lunch, our hero sets out to sow his own legend and more importantly, make rent.
Our hero returns home having forgot his barrel shield and lantern.
Gilligan arrived at the a set of ruins, about a mile off the main road. The ruins was a stone hut built over a trap door. The dungeon belonged to the Warlock Godwin had slain years ago. People could only hazard a guess as to what was down there. Traps? Monsters? Demons? But what Gilligan was hoping for above all else, a big shiny pile of gold.
Godwin had never cleared the dungeon, he said he was saving it for Gilligan, as his first test and an opportunity to explore and face his past. That's all well and good but right now all Gil was worried about was paying the bills.
And so he lit his lantern, opened the trap door, and descended into the darkness.
"Maybe... Maybe lifting the sword everyday was metaphorical? Ya some magical Shit about dealing without him every day. Ya that's it." Gil told himself as he went to retrieve the blade. He opended the doors and grabbed the hilt of the massive sword... And imminently plummeted to the earth under its weight.
"Okay," he panted as the fall nocked the breath from him, "Not...a metaphor." he grabbed the closet door to pull himself up, only to find it not as steady as he thought, bringing it and it's contents spilling onto the floor and banging his knee. And thus our hero surveyed the destruction he wrought, "That's... I'll clean it up later." he said to the empty room.
He had boiled a dozen eggs the night before and ate 3 of them for breakfast, he wrapped the others in a cloth along with an Apple and stuck tied the bundle to the hilt of the sword he bought the other day. For how little he spent on it his new sword wasn't that bad, despite the iron being melted down from old farm equipment. Still what passes for a weapon in Roselake was a heavy stuck or club, he should count himself lucky the blacksmith had made the sword as a hobby piece. He put the bastard blade the scabbard over his shoulder.
And thus armed with a sword made from a hoe, a rusty set of skill, his wits, and his lunch, our hero sets out to sow his own legend and more importantly, make rent.
5 minutes Later
Our hero returns home having forgot his barrel shield and lantern.
2 hours later
Gilligan arrived at the a set of ruins, about a mile off the main road. The ruins was a stone hut built over a trap door. The dungeon belonged to the Warlock Godwin had slain years ago. People could only hazard a guess as to what was down there. Traps? Monsters? Demons? But what Gilligan was hoping for above all else, a big shiny pile of gold.
Godwin had never cleared the dungeon, he said he was saving it for Gilligan, as his first test and an opportunity to explore and face his past. That's all well and good but right now all Gil was worried about was paying the bills.
And so he lit his lantern, opened the trap door, and descended into the darkness.
Sorry been writing all day. Taking a short break and I'll get us started.
Once upon a time the brave and storied hero Godwin Lonesworn was traveling the country side of Vraleth, looking for wrongs to right, evil to vanquish, and justice to be served. In his travel he found the Roselake village, a quaint little hamlet in desperate need of a hero. For a villainous warlock had stolen all the children of the village to sacrifice to his dark god.
Godwin road out with his magic sword to rescue the children and smite the warlock. He battled the magicians demon servants and stormed his Onyx tower with faith and valor in his heart. He reached the highest level of the tower were the warlock stood waiting with the children bound and ready to be slaughtered. The two did battle and the warlock was slain and the children cheered! All except one...
A little black haired boy no older than 5 had sliped out of his bonds and instead of attempting escape, had crawled under the altar he was to be gutted on and fell asleep, oblivious to the ferocious duel taking place mere feet from him. Godwin returned all of the children to their families and scoured the realm for the boy's parents. The boy himself had no idea were he came from as he had spent his life working as a servant to the warlock. Unable to find the boy's family Godwin adopted the child and named him Gilligan, after the knight who had trained Godwin.
Enjoying the gentle hills, tranquil forrests, and Crystal waters of Roselake, Godwin built a beautiful villa in the county to raise Gilligan in. As a boy Godwin tried to instill the values of honor, valor, and dedication to all that is good in Gilligan. Yet he found a lazy and uncooperative student. Gil would prefer to spend his time napping, fishing, and reading the day away. Godwin tried as he might he could never motivate the boy and his time was torn between training Gil in the sword and justice, and traveling the world smiting evil.
One day when Gilligan was 14 years old Godwin woke his son from sleep at the crack of dawn and told him, "Son, I'm going on a quest. I... don't think I'll be back for a very long while. I don't suppose you would like to come along? We could make this your very first quest!" "Algh umpth, izz... 5 minutes..." was all the response he got. Godwin smiled and said, "I thought as much." he then removed his legendary greatsword and dropped it on his son's stomach. The heavy weight of it woke Gilligan up a bit more and he stared in confusion at the magic weapon.
"I won't be around to protect you son. So I figure Oculus will have to do it for me." Godwin answered the quizzical look. The blade was truly a work of art. Forged by the dwarves from their strongest steel, the blade would never break, dull, or rust and could cut lines into the face of a mountain if a strong hand were to guide it. Furthermore it was blessed with magic from the elves and the high sorcerers of man to be a threat to any being. It could sever the connection to plans unknown wounding ghost, demons, and stranger things still. Their was only one problem...
"Umm... Dad? I can't lift this. It's... To heavy." Godwin ignored the complaint and walked towards the door. As he left he yelled behind his back, "Lift the sword above your head twice a day and one day you'll be able to wield it as if she were air!" and just like that he was gone. Of on some other unknown quest.
Gilligan spent the next half hour dragging the sword to his closet, and he went back to bed, with no intention of touching it again.
Godwin hasn't been seen or heard from in years. Gilligan, now a man, is responsible for years worth of unpaid taxes wiping out the fortune left him. The tax collector comes to Roselake in two weeks And Gilligan doesn't have near enough gold to keep his beautiful villa. But... he dose have enough money to buy a old short sword and some bandages. And that barrel lid with some leather straps could be a convincing buckler. And wasn't the tax collector complaining about the last collector getting robbed? Near the old ruins wasn't it?
Godwin road out with his magic sword to rescue the children and smite the warlock. He battled the magicians demon servants and stormed his Onyx tower with faith and valor in his heart. He reached the highest level of the tower were the warlock stood waiting with the children bound and ready to be slaughtered. The two did battle and the warlock was slain and the children cheered! All except one...
A little black haired boy no older than 5 had sliped out of his bonds and instead of attempting escape, had crawled under the altar he was to be gutted on and fell asleep, oblivious to the ferocious duel taking place mere feet from him. Godwin returned all of the children to their families and scoured the realm for the boy's parents. The boy himself had no idea were he came from as he had spent his life working as a servant to the warlock. Unable to find the boy's family Godwin adopted the child and named him Gilligan, after the knight who had trained Godwin.
Enjoying the gentle hills, tranquil forrests, and Crystal waters of Roselake, Godwin built a beautiful villa in the county to raise Gilligan in. As a boy Godwin tried to instill the values of honor, valor, and dedication to all that is good in Gilligan. Yet he found a lazy and uncooperative student. Gil would prefer to spend his time napping, fishing, and reading the day away. Godwin tried as he might he could never motivate the boy and his time was torn between training Gil in the sword and justice, and traveling the world smiting evil.
One day when Gilligan was 14 years old Godwin woke his son from sleep at the crack of dawn and told him, "Son, I'm going on a quest. I... don't think I'll be back for a very long while. I don't suppose you would like to come along? We could make this your very first quest!" "Algh umpth, izz... 5 minutes..." was all the response he got. Godwin smiled and said, "I thought as much." he then removed his legendary greatsword and dropped it on his son's stomach. The heavy weight of it woke Gilligan up a bit more and he stared in confusion at the magic weapon.
"I won't be around to protect you son. So I figure Oculus will have to do it for me." Godwin answered the quizzical look. The blade was truly a work of art. Forged by the dwarves from their strongest steel, the blade would never break, dull, or rust and could cut lines into the face of a mountain if a strong hand were to guide it. Furthermore it was blessed with magic from the elves and the high sorcerers of man to be a threat to any being. It could sever the connection to plans unknown wounding ghost, demons, and stranger things still. Their was only one problem...
"Umm... Dad? I can't lift this. It's... To heavy." Godwin ignored the complaint and walked towards the door. As he left he yelled behind his back, "Lift the sword above your head twice a day and one day you'll be able to wield it as if she were air!" and just like that he was gone. Of on some other unknown quest.
Gilligan spent the next half hour dragging the sword to his closet, and he went back to bed, with no intention of touching it again.
Four Years Later
Godwin hasn't been seen or heard from in years. Gilligan, now a man, is responsible for years worth of unpaid taxes wiping out the fortune left him. The tax collector comes to Roselake in two weeks And Gilligan doesn't have near enough gold to keep his beautiful villa. But... he dose have enough money to buy a old short sword and some bandages. And that barrel lid with some leather straps could be a convincing buckler. And wasn't the tax collector complaining about the last collector getting robbed? Near the old ruins wasn't it?
Okay those of you just tuning in, what this is is a difference approach to RP. I've created the main character and will have a few posts giving exposition and then a turn over the story to a GM who will control NPC'S, the environment, enemies, everything and I have to deal with what they dish out. The GM may then pass the torch along to another GM when they tire of me and the story continues.
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