Or we could change all our appearances to look like Clint Eastwood.
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Been rping for a long time now. Mostly been on and off but I'd say I started...oh...what was it, about 12 years ago? First rp was a Pokemon rp that went belly up fairly quick and then I met a group of people in a Legend of Zelda RP that I stayed in for many years, making a lot of good friends (and one or two enemies).
Really I like series themed RPs the most but I have done a few originals too. Both are fun. It's really just what you do with your characters and how well you get along.
I've been wanting to come back for awhile now, and here I am. Getting back in the game yo.
Really I like series themed RPs the most but I have done a few originals too. Both are fun. It's really just what you do with your characters and how well you get along.
I've been wanting to come back for awhile now, and here I am. Getting back in the game yo.
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It just occurred to me that we have two characters that look like Clint Eastwood. XD
I don't know if you were planning anything super special with the rowdy outlaws in the saloon so I, uh, started a fight with them. If it's majorly conflicting I'll do some major edits. The main question I guess I should have asked are the gamblers that Manny playing with the same as the outlaws that were pointed out in the first post? If so I'll need to fix some stuff, sorry I was confused and thought they were separate.
Also I purposefully tried to use gender neutral pronouns for the mayor because I wasn't sure if you had plans for them.
Also I purposefully tried to use gender neutral pronouns for the mayor because I wasn't sure if you had plans for them.
'He was a good man, he didn't deserve this. I know you two were close Baker, but you must show restraint. People could get hurt if we retaliate.'
The mayor's words echoed in Baker's skull as he walked out of the public office and deeper into town. A man was dead. A good man. One that had only tried to do the right thing and protect the people he cared about. The town that he lived in. And what had that gotten him? A bullet in the heart by some brigands. Sure, that was just the law of the land out here sometimes, but not in Solomon. Not when he was in charge.
'He always wanted you to join up with him you know. Be a deputy. Get some more manpower so he wasn't doing it all himself. That's also why I can't have you act rashly here. You're one man, do you want to bring these outlaws in full force down upon us? Think rationally about this, Baker.'
The Mayor had called him in earlier to talk about the state of affairs in Solomon. Even now he was thinking back to their words. What had happened. The town needed a new Sheriff, but Baker wasn't sure he was up for the job. The mayor agreed with this sentiment, but all the same the mayor wanted him to look into this. He needed to find out what the outlaws were after, why they had gotten so bold lately. Amidst it all, Baker just wanted to put a bullet into the man that had killed his friend. If he had to go through every single outlaw in this side of the country to do that, he had didn't have much of a problem with that.
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After a few minutes of walking, Baker caught wind of some ruckus from the saloon. He saw a few citizens leaving in a huff. Some were scared, but the others were perturbed. He moved towards the saloon as he overheard a conversation.
"...first they killed the Sheriff and now they're taking over! Just you watch, before long they'll take over the whole town!" One of the former patrons cried. Were they here? Was he really that lucky so quickly? Only one way to find out.
Baker moved into the saloon and took a glance around. They were several interesting characters here today, but he couldn't quite find the ones that fit the description he wanted. As he looked towards the bar, he noticed the bartender was keeping a watchful eye on a group of rowdy men in the corner.
'Bingo.' Baker thought as he approached the table. Yep, these were the guys. They must have been the ones who had run the other group of people out. He hoped he was right, otherwise he was going to cause a scene for nothing.
"Gentlemen, happy hour's over. Get out." Baker said. He wasted no time on an introduction or more clever dialogue. His voice cut through the conversation the outlaws were having before they sneered and then snickered at the men.
"Who are you, new Sheriff? Didn't you hear what happened to the old one? Beat it." One of the men chuckled as he reached for a bottle. Instead, Baker picked it up first and examined it.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The man stood up from his seat. Baker glanced down at the bottle and then shot a single glance back up at the man.
"Last chance. Get. Out." Baker said. The outlaw was a little bit taller than Baker and certainly smelt much worse. Still, Baker showed no signs of fear. The outlaw cracked his knuckles and moved forward.
"Now listen here you little sh-" The man's curse was cut short with a sickening crack and breaking of glass as Baker brought the bottle across his skull. The man was knocked cold onto the floor as a bloody mess of cuts was left where the bottle had impacted. Baker took a step back and looked at the table of remaining outlaws.
"Next?" He said. And with that, it was on.
The mayor's words echoed in Baker's skull as he walked out of the public office and deeper into town. A man was dead. A good man. One that had only tried to do the right thing and protect the people he cared about. The town that he lived in. And what had that gotten him? A bullet in the heart by some brigands. Sure, that was just the law of the land out here sometimes, but not in Solomon. Not when he was in charge.
'He always wanted you to join up with him you know. Be a deputy. Get some more manpower so he wasn't doing it all himself. That's also why I can't have you act rashly here. You're one man, do you want to bring these outlaws in full force down upon us? Think rationally about this, Baker.'
The Mayor had called him in earlier to talk about the state of affairs in Solomon. Even now he was thinking back to their words. What had happened. The town needed a new Sheriff, but Baker wasn't sure he was up for the job. The mayor agreed with this sentiment, but all the same the mayor wanted him to look into this. He needed to find out what the outlaws were after, why they had gotten so bold lately. Amidst it all, Baker just wanted to put a bullet into the man that had killed his friend. If he had to go through every single outlaw in this side of the country to do that, he had didn't have much of a problem with that.
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After a few minutes of walking, Baker caught wind of some ruckus from the saloon. He saw a few citizens leaving in a huff. Some were scared, but the others were perturbed. He moved towards the saloon as he overheard a conversation.
"...first they killed the Sheriff and now they're taking over! Just you watch, before long they'll take over the whole town!" One of the former patrons cried. Were they here? Was he really that lucky so quickly? Only one way to find out.
Baker moved into the saloon and took a glance around. They were several interesting characters here today, but he couldn't quite find the ones that fit the description he wanted. As he looked towards the bar, he noticed the bartender was keeping a watchful eye on a group of rowdy men in the corner.
'Bingo.' Baker thought as he approached the table. Yep, these were the guys. They must have been the ones who had run the other group of people out. He hoped he was right, otherwise he was going to cause a scene for nothing.
"Gentlemen, happy hour's over. Get out." Baker said. He wasted no time on an introduction or more clever dialogue. His voice cut through the conversation the outlaws were having before they sneered and then snickered at the men.
"Who are you, new Sheriff? Didn't you hear what happened to the old one? Beat it." One of the men chuckled as he reached for a bottle. Instead, Baker picked it up first and examined it.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The man stood up from his seat. Baker glanced down at the bottle and then shot a single glance back up at the man.
"Last chance. Get. Out." Baker said. The outlaw was a little bit taller than Baker and certainly smelt much worse. Still, Baker showed no signs of fear. The outlaw cracked his knuckles and moved forward.
"Now listen here you little sh-" The man's curse was cut short with a sickening crack and breaking of glass as Baker brought the bottle across his skull. The man was knocked cold onto the floor as a bloody mess of cuts was left where the bottle had impacted. Baker took a step back and looked at the table of remaining outlaws.
"Next?" He said. And with that, it was on.
"Is this necessary?" Dar interjected. He didn't really like where this conversation was going. It was bad enough that they were currently trekking through a dark forest after they had been told that they were all part of some twisted death game, but did they really need to start potential volatile conversations now?
"Look, Geist is right, there's no sense in worrying about it. I don't care if you think you're a bad player or a good player, the important thing is that we stay alive and get through this, ok?" Dar said, trying to mend this rift before it got any bigger. He glanced at both men and then back into the woods as he tried to get his bearings again.
Linc did have a point. Geist's nature wasn't exactly pleasant, assuming that's what Linc had been implying. But they had come this far and they didn't need to start turning on each other. Whatever baggage they were all holding could wait until they were in a better place.
Up ahead, Dar had thought he spotted movement but it was too dark for him to tell. He didn't want to alarm the others, but he kept a hand on his sword hilt just incase there was trouble.
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"Look, Geist is right, there's no sense in worrying about it. I don't care if you think you're a bad player or a good player, the important thing is that we stay alive and get through this, ok?" Dar said, trying to mend this rift before it got any bigger. He glanced at both men and then back into the woods as he tried to get his bearings again.
Linc did have a point. Geist's nature wasn't exactly pleasant, assuming that's what Linc had been implying. But they had come this far and they didn't need to start turning on each other. Whatever baggage they were all holding could wait until they were in a better place.
Up ahead, Dar had thought he spotted movement but it was too dark for him to tell. He didn't want to alarm the others, but he kept a hand on his sword hilt just incase there was trouble.
@LupusIntus@_Middle_
I'll post later tonight when I get home from work.
Dar took notice of Geist's 'assessment' and shrugged. He wasn't really sure what to make of this guy. He couldn't really tell if he was a bit anti social or maybe he was suffering trauma just like everyone else. But he was a good fighter, and he hadn't shown any signs as to being untrustworthy so he didn't necessarily see any reason to part ways with him yet. He also seemed to show concern for Linc, unless he was misreading that part.
It couldn't be helped though, they all needed to get to the next town. He would worry about his personal dilemmas later. Dar sent Linc a party invite and started after Geist.
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Before long the group would find themselves at the edge of the forest. Just as Dar had feared, it had already gotten dark by the time they had gotten there. Dar equipped the torch that he had bought and smiled sheepisly at the others as he moved into the forest.
"Nothing ventured nothing gained I guess. Let's look for a path. Map says we need to head northwest." Dar said.
@LupusIntus@_Middle_
It couldn't be helped though, they all needed to get to the next town. He would worry about his personal dilemmas later. Dar sent Linc a party invite and started after Geist.
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Before long the group would find themselves at the edge of the forest. Just as Dar had feared, it had already gotten dark by the time they had gotten there. Dar equipped the torch that he had bought and smiled sheepisly at the others as he moved into the forest.
"Nothing ventured nothing gained I guess. Let's look for a path. Map says we need to head northwest." Dar said.
@LupusIntus@_Middle_
Dar's group is also still relatively small for future reference when people are looking for parties : P
Accepted! Just would ask a bit of clarification on his knowledge of supernatural. To most the stories are just that, stories. So does he just believe in them but has never experienced them, or has he had at least one encounter with something supernatural? You don't need to change anything, this is a more personal curiosity.
He's never had a personal encounter but he's been told stories by his father, who claims he has seen things that are supernatural. So naturally like any child that hears stories like that from a parent/role model source he wants to believe it's true, but since he hasn't ever seen it himself he's not really sure what to expect.
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