RumikoOhara said
What is with all these kids?
Blake's gonna' be all "I 'ain't havin' no snot nosed rug rats stinkin' up my RV."
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Name: Blake Cross
Age: 45
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 160Kg
Equipment:
Sturdy leather boots and jacket
A large duffel bag to carry his supplies
Swiss Army knife
A set of water purification tablets
Water bottles
A few cans of food
A bottle of cheap whiskey
A bedroll
Keys for the truck silo
A small flashlight on his keychain
Set of road maps
Compass
GPS with half a battery
Weapons: A small and unused hatchet, a hunting rifle and 2 small boxes of ammo about 40 shots.
Previous Occupation: Trucker
Appearance:
Bio:
It was Blake's day off when the dead first began to rise, he was in his apartment sipping beer and flicking through the channels and only really heard about a few isolated incidents on the news. When he fell asleep that night he didn't expect the world to change so much overnight...His past, his life, everything he used to care about was suddenly useless and meant nothing.
Blake stayed in his apartment, boarding up the windows with furniture and lying low until his food ran out. The power went out and the stuff in his freezer went bad quickly, he wasn't especially close to his neighbours so he never bothered checking on them. Finally he snuck out, taking the most useful stuff and heading out to find a supposed safe zone.
He'd made the wrong call, the dead hadn't made it to his neighbourhood for a few days so if he'd have left a few days earlier he might have escaped. The large town he lived in was of little concern for the military and so it was up to him to make his own way out, he joined a small group that was holding out in the town's main bar and they managed to hold out for about a week before the decided to try and move on.
Blake lead them to the truck silo on the outskirts of town where he previously worked, together the group managed to get the keys for an RV that was being temporarily held in the silo and it looked as though they were all going to make it. With full tank of fuel and a fridge stuffed with supplies the group set out onto the back roads and tried to head to D.C, assuming that would be a safe place.
They never made it to the capital, walker hordes and blocked roads forced them to search elsewhere and one by one the group died out until it was just Blake and the RV. It was about eleven months after the outbreak that he met up with his current group, a chance encounter lead him to picking them up in the RV by the side of the road and joining them on the journey north.
Name: Blake Cross
Age: 45
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 160Kg
Equipment:
Sturdy leather boots and jacket
A large duffel bag to carry his supplies
Swiss Army knife
A set of water purification tablets
Water bottles
A few cans of food
A bottle of cheap whiskey
A bedroll
Keys for the truck silo
A small flashlight on his keychain
Set of road maps
Compass
GPS with half a battery
Weapons: A small and unused hatchet, a hunting rifle and 2 small boxes of ammo about 40 shots.
Previous Occupation: Trucker
Appearance:
Bio:
It was Blake's day off when the dead first began to rise, he was in his apartment sipping beer and flicking through the channels and only really heard about a few isolated incidents on the news. When he fell asleep that night he didn't expect the world to change so much overnight...His past, his life, everything he used to care about was suddenly useless and meant nothing.
Blake stayed in his apartment, boarding up the windows with furniture and lying low until his food ran out. The power went out and the stuff in his freezer went bad quickly, he wasn't especially close to his neighbours so he never bothered checking on them. Finally he snuck out, taking the most useful stuff and heading out to find a supposed safe zone.
He'd made the wrong call, the dead hadn't made it to his neighbourhood for a few days so if he'd have left a few days earlier he might have escaped. The large town he lived in was of little concern for the military and so it was up to him to make his own way out, he joined a small group that was holding out in the town's main bar and they managed to hold out for about a week before the decided to try and move on.
Blake lead them to the truck silo on the outskirts of town where he previously worked, together the group managed to get the keys for an RV that was being temporarily held in the silo and it looked as though they were all going to make it. With full tank of fuel and a fridge stuffed with supplies the group set out onto the back roads and tried to head to D.C, assuming that would be a safe place.
They never made it to the capital, walker hordes and blocked roads forced them to search elsewhere and one by one the group died out until it was just Blake and the RV. It was about eleven months after the outbreak that he met up with his current group, a chance encounter lead him to picking them up in the RV by the side of the road and joining them on the journey north.
Angus had managed to piece the info together and concluded him to be a Darknut. (Cue the pheonix wright theme.) The first clue being the great size of the creature, the second the growling beneath the helm, after that it was obviously a foreign creature given it's behaviour and lack of social knowledge. From this point Angus wasn't particularly certain but then Epicorn arrived and reminded him of old stories describing the Darknut, all that was left was for Maryev to speak out in support of Ganondorf and he became certain...HE IS A DARKNUT! *Dramatic point.*
Angus maintained his position near the centre of the group, attempting to keep some calm and order in the unusual assembly proved easier said than done, thankfully with some support from the mysterious figure near the back and the arrival of several new people tensions did appear to diffuse somewhat. However with the 'entertainer' and skull kid Ekra at each other's throats as well as the fact that many of the people seemed slightly on edge, the blacksmith became worried that violence would eventually break out.
Thankfully the arrival of the long awaited fairy came before anything more than words were hurled at each other. There was quite a gathering in the graveyard at Angus could hardly believe all of them had come after hearing the same voice, was the goddess truly reaching out to all of them? He glanced around a little more, his height allowing him to see most if not all of them, eventually the eyes of the crowd were directed forward as the fairy delivered it's message. First she identified herself as Lethe, a name Angus hadn't heard before, next she went on to give some very bad news...
Ganondorf was set to return. Was it possible? Could the seal over his dark powers truly be broken? And why no hero, if the legends were to be believed then the two were meant to be eternally locked in a battle throughout the whole of time, now the duty of defending Hyrule was being passed to a group of unknowns? It was a tough sell but for whatever reason Angus believed it, even as some turned to leave, laughing and poking fun he stayed put and listened to the others questions. He was trying his best not to show fear, it wouldn't help anybody but inside he was troubled, he was a blacksmith not a warrior after all.
His eyes were shut and his arms crossed as he focused and thought. Eventually he decided to speak up, hopefully able to get a word in before Ekra inevitably began exchanging words with the entertainer. "The dark lord is very real, I've seen enough in my time to know that the legends are true and the events described did indeed happen." He opened his eyes and glared at the one who was speaking out almost in support of the evil king. "It's obvious now that you are in fact amount one of those to traditionally side with 'him'. However, I believe the goddess and fate would not have brought you to this gathering unless you knew deep down that Ganondorf is evil in it's purest and darkest form."The smith nodded his head to the young Veitaru. "Even the Geurodo, the ones who named him king, know this and reject him." He let out a long sigh and looked down. "If we truly are the ones chosen to stand against the darkness then it's not my place to deny it, we all have our destinies and the sooner we decide to embrace them the better."
Something had been playing on the smith's mind, who or what was this entertainer? The sight of the second creature had stirred old memories, stories of great warrior beasts from far away, it all made sense. The size, the lack of etiquette, the appetite, even the growling which he had overlooked explained it all, now the creature voiceing support for Ganon? That was all the proof and convincing he needed. Angus raised his head and shot one last look at Maryev and coldly delivered his advice. "Ganondorf doesn't care for loyalty, Darknut, go with him and you'll be just another one of his pawns, his minions. I can't force you into anything but if you insist on siding against us I suggest you leave now." With that he lowered his head and waited for the others to speak.
Thankfully the arrival of the long awaited fairy came before anything more than words were hurled at each other. There was quite a gathering in the graveyard at Angus could hardly believe all of them had come after hearing the same voice, was the goddess truly reaching out to all of them? He glanced around a little more, his height allowing him to see most if not all of them, eventually the eyes of the crowd were directed forward as the fairy delivered it's message. First she identified herself as Lethe, a name Angus hadn't heard before, next she went on to give some very bad news...
Ganondorf was set to return. Was it possible? Could the seal over his dark powers truly be broken? And why no hero, if the legends were to be believed then the two were meant to be eternally locked in a battle throughout the whole of time, now the duty of defending Hyrule was being passed to a group of unknowns? It was a tough sell but for whatever reason Angus believed it, even as some turned to leave, laughing and poking fun he stayed put and listened to the others questions. He was trying his best not to show fear, it wouldn't help anybody but inside he was troubled, he was a blacksmith not a warrior after all.
His eyes were shut and his arms crossed as he focused and thought. Eventually he decided to speak up, hopefully able to get a word in before Ekra inevitably began exchanging words with the entertainer. "The dark lord is very real, I've seen enough in my time to know that the legends are true and the events described did indeed happen." He opened his eyes and glared at the one who was speaking out almost in support of the evil king. "It's obvious now that you are in fact amount one of those to traditionally side with 'him'. However, I believe the goddess and fate would not have brought you to this gathering unless you knew deep down that Ganondorf is evil in it's purest and darkest form."The smith nodded his head to the young Veitaru. "Even the Geurodo, the ones who named him king, know this and reject him." He let out a long sigh and looked down. "If we truly are the ones chosen to stand against the darkness then it's not my place to deny it, we all have our destinies and the sooner we decide to embrace them the better."
Something had been playing on the smith's mind, who or what was this entertainer? The sight of the second creature had stirred old memories, stories of great warrior beasts from far away, it all made sense. The size, the lack of etiquette, the appetite, even the growling which he had overlooked explained it all, now the creature voiceing support for Ganon? That was all the proof and convincing he needed. Angus raised his head and shot one last look at Maryev and coldly delivered his advice. "Ganondorf doesn't care for loyalty, Darknut, go with him and you'll be just another one of his pawns, his minions. I can't force you into anything but if you insist on siding against us I suggest you leave now." With that he lowered his head and waited for the others to speak.
Tarwin stood calmly back in line, watching the rest of the scene play out while at the same time attempting to determine if his actions had been, more or less, successful. On the one hand the Prince had rejected his idea to rally the nomads, this had been somewhat insulting for the spell sword as he himself was descended from them and was proud to be one, he spoke as if they knew nothing of honour and commitment to a single cause...To be fair though it was probably true, while his family and the groups familiar to him would likely side with him the rest would likely have gone with the highest bidder or rather the side that had the greatest chance of success and this was, of course, not the side that numbered less than 1000 elite warriors. On the other side it looked as though his 'offer' to take a command position was accepted, it may simply have been because the Prince was desperate but Tarwin knew that he had a foot in the door of leadership and that meant that if somehow they won the war he was near enough guaranteed a reward. All things considered it was a pretty good outcome.
When the insect-beast-creature...Thing. Burst into the war room Tarwin went quiet and decided to let the Prince handle things, mostly because he himself didn't fancy the job of reasoning with an obviously agitated, very dangerous and possibly psychic...Thing. As the cow-beast entered Tarwin felt that things were slowly sliding downhill in terms of both progress and sophistication, he was about to speak and try and restore some order when a third being entered the war room, this one a lot more human than the others, unfortunately he was bringing bad news.
Tarwin followed the Prince out to the stable, he was still equipped for traveling as he hadn't really slowed down since his arrival. The horse he had 'acquired' while leaving the citadel was tied up away from the others the colours of the king had been stripped and instead it wore a simple saddle which allowed Tarwin to admire the beautiful shade of chestnut brown that covered it's body, he approached it cautiously, well aware it might harbour feelings of resentment after how he'd dealt with the previous rider. Thankfully it seemed the generous food helpings and care the steed had received in the pair's brief week long partnership had won it over, he quickly and gracefully leapt onto the horse's back and rode out with the Prince and the others to meet with the aggressors.
When the insect-beast-creature...Thing. Burst into the war room Tarwin went quiet and decided to let the Prince handle things, mostly because he himself didn't fancy the job of reasoning with an obviously agitated, very dangerous and possibly psychic...Thing. As the cow-beast entered Tarwin felt that things were slowly sliding downhill in terms of both progress and sophistication, he was about to speak and try and restore some order when a third being entered the war room, this one a lot more human than the others, unfortunately he was bringing bad news.
Tarwin followed the Prince out to the stable, he was still equipped for traveling as he hadn't really slowed down since his arrival. The horse he had 'acquired' while leaving the citadel was tied up away from the others the colours of the king had been stripped and instead it wore a simple saddle which allowed Tarwin to admire the beautiful shade of chestnut brown that covered it's body, he approached it cautiously, well aware it might harbour feelings of resentment after how he'd dealt with the previous rider. Thankfully it seemed the generous food helpings and care the steed had received in the pair's brief week long partnership had won it over, he quickly and gracefully leapt onto the horse's back and rode out with the Prince and the others to meet with the aggressors.
Tarwin's smile widened as he was praised by the prince, leaning against the wall he felt a warm buzz going through him. "Well someone had to make sure they didn't block off your escape route." It was almost enough to make him forget he'd not earned a single penny through risking his life. He continued to smile, looking over the familiar faces in the room before turning to watch the prince finish his talk. He noted the support the prince received from the other former prisoners.
Though Tarwin himself didn't say yay or neigh he decided to accompany the prince to the war room, after all it didn't seem right to just abandon them all right after he arrived. It wasn't like he had anything better to do either, the ruins that he thought would be his gold mine turned out to be the operating base of a prince who for all intense and purpose was planning a revolution, a coup, a rebellion, so it wasn't like he had any plans. Maybe he would join up, if not for the moral reasons of building a better and freer nation of peace, bridging the feud between humans and elves as well as getting rid of a corrupt king, then for the potential profit! Aiding the prince could potentially earn him a title, an estate, money, tax immunity?! Yes there was a lot of profit he might make, now all he needed to do was get involved and make a name for himself, get recognition.
Tarwin stayed near the back of the war room for the duration of the briefing, taking and folding up one of the older maps before stuffing it into his pocket while nobody was looking and hoping he'd be able to sell it or examine it at a later date. After all was said and done he stepped forward, moving to the centre of the room next to one of the larger maps and smiling. "Ladies and gentlemen, tacticians and warriors. Let me start by saying I'm honoured to be in your presence but time is of the essence so I'll make my words swift." He gestured towards the prince on his throne. "You are our main concern at present, this war will be no good if we have no leader and so I believe any who might be able to aid Aevah should do so, it may also be beneficial if she and her team try to rally support for our campaign while they're over there, after all the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Though I'd advise only sending a few people who aren't part of their kin, if any." Waving his hand to point at the fields north of the citadel on the map he continued. "Rolling with that I suggest we seek aid from the nomads of these plains, decent fighters and men with many connections, they've struggled under the king's oppression and would likely aid us. If you wish I could go and speak with them, they're my people and I'd have a good chance of convincing them." He moved his hand over to the ruins of Ahya on the map. "I would also be happy to aid in the second and third phases of your assault on the ruins and supplies, I'm no great warrior but I can certainly handle myself in a fight and would be proud to lend my blade to the conflict." He looked up to the prince. "Finally, and I realise this may be bold, but I consider myself a fairly charismatic and creative person. If you find yourself short on leaders or advisors I'd like to put myself forward." With the display over Tarwin bowed his head slightly and stepped back away from the table, smiling confidently and giving a half hearted and casual salute.
Though Tarwin himself didn't say yay or neigh he decided to accompany the prince to the war room, after all it didn't seem right to just abandon them all right after he arrived. It wasn't like he had anything better to do either, the ruins that he thought would be his gold mine turned out to be the operating base of a prince who for all intense and purpose was planning a revolution, a coup, a rebellion, so it wasn't like he had any plans. Maybe he would join up, if not for the moral reasons of building a better and freer nation of peace, bridging the feud between humans and elves as well as getting rid of a corrupt king, then for the potential profit! Aiding the prince could potentially earn him a title, an estate, money, tax immunity?! Yes there was a lot of profit he might make, now all he needed to do was get involved and make a name for himself, get recognition.
Tarwin stayed near the back of the war room for the duration of the briefing, taking and folding up one of the older maps before stuffing it into his pocket while nobody was looking and hoping he'd be able to sell it or examine it at a later date. After all was said and done he stepped forward, moving to the centre of the room next to one of the larger maps and smiling. "Ladies and gentlemen, tacticians and warriors. Let me start by saying I'm honoured to be in your presence but time is of the essence so I'll make my words swift." He gestured towards the prince on his throne. "You are our main concern at present, this war will be no good if we have no leader and so I believe any who might be able to aid Aevah should do so, it may also be beneficial if she and her team try to rally support for our campaign while they're over there, after all the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Though I'd advise only sending a few people who aren't part of their kin, if any." Waving his hand to point at the fields north of the citadel on the map he continued. "Rolling with that I suggest we seek aid from the nomads of these plains, decent fighters and men with many connections, they've struggled under the king's oppression and would likely aid us. If you wish I could go and speak with them, they're my people and I'd have a good chance of convincing them." He moved his hand over to the ruins of Ahya on the map. "I would also be happy to aid in the second and third phases of your assault on the ruins and supplies, I'm no great warrior but I can certainly handle myself in a fight and would be proud to lend my blade to the conflict." He looked up to the prince. "Finally, and I realise this may be bold, but I consider myself a fairly charismatic and creative person. If you find yourself short on leaders or advisors I'd like to put myself forward." With the display over Tarwin bowed his head slightly and stepped back away from the table, smiling confidently and giving a half hearted and casual salute.
Who's still here?
Angus chuckled slightly watching Vietaru and Ekra, noting the arrival of the three people from the path of the graveyard. He crossed his arms as he moved closer to the gathering by the centre of the graveyard, he surveyed the crowd, listening to each of them speak. He was thrilled by the idea of the whispers actually meaning something other than that he was getting old and hearing things. His heart sank slightly as he spotted the Darknut, 'Him again? Doesn't seem like any kind of hero I've ever head of.' He thought to himself, then again neither was an ageing blacksmith.
Looking over his shoulder, Angus' eyes widened a little as Ekra spoke up about the growling creature, not only that but she revealed herself to be a skull kid which didn't especially surprise Angus given he'd seen her wooden hand and deku seeds and blow pipe flute. Stepping forward he raised and lowered his hands in a calming fashion. "Let's try and stay calm, keep our heads until this fairy addresses us. And who says we're here to kill something? I for one don't plan on going on a war march."
Looking over his shoulder, Angus' eyes widened a little as Ekra spoke up about the growling creature, not only that but she revealed herself to be a skull kid which didn't especially surprise Angus given he'd seen her wooden hand and deku seeds and blow pipe flute. Stepping forward he raised and lowered his hands in a calming fashion. "Let's try and stay calm, keep our heads until this fairy addresses us. And who says we're here to kill something? I for one don't plan on going on a war march."
As a stereotypical Englishman I have to say that the idea of traveling on a quest with a teapot as a companion beats everything ever.
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