Duck

The Age of Iron

Sorry for the sudden absence, was out of town for easter and didn't have access to my computer. I'm back now however, so we can get on with the game.

It's nice to see so mych new interest! I'm still accepting, so join right in :)

This is actually so fucking cool, I would love to know if youre still accepting, as I see you've already got the IC started? Also, do our characters have to be human? Thinking of making a werewolf-like character.

@Inuyasha

Sounds cool, go for it. You don't have to be human, no.

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The man looks up at the the newcomers and tilts his head to the side. 'More strangers' he muses, 'And also not of the Cinnidhean, I think. Most peculiar. Sit, traveller. I am known as Slépti. It seems that we have business.'

He reaches for something behind him and produces a small kettle, which he fastens to a twig and hangs over the fire. He then fills it with water from a small jug and drops a handfull of dried leaves into it. The smell of sweet herbs soon fills the tent. He stirs the brew with a wooden ladel, all the while staying silent. After a few moments he scoops up a mouthful from the pot, tastes it and nods. He then offers each of you a clay cup. 'Tea' he says, 'Help yourselves'.

The camp is silent, apart from the clattering of the charms and the crackling of the fire.

Suddenly, he speaks. 'I know not how you came to be here' he begins, slowly, 'But I am not ignorant of its significance. You may not think it, but you were meant to be here, and I can only think of one reason why. You must continue what I have started.'

A new land of Fantasy

@DuckWhat languages does she speak? I assume Imperial and Elvish, as she was raised traditionally elvish.

@TheUnknowable

I guess so :)

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@Gate Keeper@athanshadow

Waiting on you guys before posting. No stress though :3

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Oh, you know what, I forgot about the bit where Duck likes us to show rather than tell, I gave my guy a bit more internal monologue than I should have.

I'm honestly just really used to that being what's expected. I'll have more direct posts in future. But not this second, I'll let other people catch up so it's not Undying, Duck and myself posting in a circle.

@Gisk

That's cool, I'm also more used to writing out internal dialogue but I wanted to try something new for this game. We'll get used to it before long, I'm sure :)

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Potential interest, depending on whether the game takes off or not. I'll post a short version of my CS now and develop it more if we get to the OOC phase.

Character Sheet

Name: Iolaire, daughter of Eidheann

Age: 26

Race: Elf

Appearance: Short and sinewy. Shoulderlength black hair and vivid green eyes. Wears a traditional army uniform.

Common skills: Survival, tracking, hunting, cooking, first aid.

Fighting skills: Archery and basic melee training.

Magical skills: Schamanistic magic. Iolaire can commune with animals and manipulate plants to some extent.

Personality: Iolaire is kind of a loner, not because of arrogance but because she is shy. She feels insecure in the company of strangers and keeps to herself, only opening up to people she thinks she can trust.

Bio: The young elf comes from a very patriotic family. Being the youngest of her siblings, she didn't have much of an inheritance to look forward to and had to find another way to honor her name, so she joined up with the military for the expedition to the New Continent. Her training in schamanistic magic comes from a long tradition in her family, which lives like elves has traditionally lived throughout the ages.

Equipment: Two sets of uniforms, a warm green cloak, tools like knives and pans, rope, flint and steel, a bag to carry her stuff in, and a bow with a quiver of arrows.

Why did you join?: Iolaire joined to bring honor to her family.

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Oh okay, so since Rolf already got there, we wont need to go through the same thing he did. I gotcha :P

@Undying Curiosity

Quite so :)

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'You are... not of the Cinnidhean?' the man says, thoughtfully. 'That does not make sense. You... huh. It seems the world has changed more than I know. But!' he exclaims, raising a finger as though having an idea, 'That means I have more time.'

He indicates towards the fire with a wrinkled hand and says 'Sit, please. I have many names, but some call me Slépti. And this-' he points to his mask, '-is the face I have chosen to show you. We shall speak, you and I. Before they come to claim me.'

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As the first of you approach

Duck

I meant the first (one) of you reaching the tent, sorry. The rest of you can react in sequence.

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At the top of the hill you spot a small open tent, an equally small fire in front of it. Arranged around the tent are small charms of some kind - sticks, stones, bones and feathers tied in intricate patterns, almost like dreamcatchers. Inside the tent sits a person, crosslegged. The person is dressed in a simple hooded poncho and wears a mask which covers its face. Judging from its revealed skin, the person is very old; its hand is wrinkled and veiny. As the first of you approach, the person turns its head towards you.

'So' it says in the voice of an old man, 'You've finally come to claim me.' He pauses for a bit before continuing, seemingly looking you over. 'I must admit, I did not expect the Cinnidhean to send someone like you. Truly, the world is changing. Before you kill me, would you grant me one last request?'

The wind tuggs at the tent, causing some of the charms to jingle and clatter. For the moment, the two of you are alone.