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Pirates, monsters, magic, islands and no civilization to steal from. Hmm.
5 yrs ago
Now, what happens when you have a bunch of monsters that were living in a forest and they get transmigrated into a futuristic urban setting?
6 yrs ago
I know that few, if any, people on this site would be interested in it... but... I just got an idea for a SAO/GGO/XCOM/UFO crossover... fun tingles...
6 yrs ago
Life has never given mankind sufficient time... nor sleep... nor comprehension. If it had, we would have stopped trying.
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It can be greatly refreshing to return to a thing that one has long loved.
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I'll post a permanent one in the morning.
Please do not mind the quietly lurking person in the corner with the notebook. The possible creation of a character may or may not be a worthy cause of concern... for everyone.
I'm just stuck until this whole day finishes.
Take your time!
Take your time!
Finished at last! Though, I think this is the first time I've done an entire intro post without mentioning the character's name even once... eh. It didn't feel right to throw his name out there when he was arguing with his 'da'.
The evening shade was spreading across the land and the lights of Exodus winked out, one after another, in supplication to the oncoming night. In the dark, however, all was not silent. Just a short distance beyond the gate, a group of cloaked and hooded men walked with long but patient strides through the strengthening rain on their way to the city. They were an imposing bunch, tall and broad shouldered, with longbows and longswords being visibly carried by most of them. Yet, there was no malice or secrecy about their approach. Dult horses, a tough and hardy mutated breed that often helped work the fields in Earthica, followed the gentle guidance of the men. Led by leather straps and weighed down with large packs stuffed full of goods, these horses marked the men as just more seeking to sell their wares at the festival.
Moreover, they were far from quiet. Though most of the group only let out an occasional sound to calm or encourage a horse, there were two voices that carried farther as they continued an argument that seemed to have lasted for quite some time already.
“You know that a man your age can’t afford to be too picky in choosing a wife, son.”
“I know, Father. But I also know that everything I’ve worked for could come crashing down about my ears if I pick the wrong one!”
This conversation, in truth, had lasted from the morning when the two had begun their preparations for the journey and had continued, almost entirely unabated, to the present moment.
“We’re going to the biggest party since the world burned! There should be plenty of lasses wise enough to see the merits in a skilled and capable man.”
“Most of those lasses will be busy making eyes at the famous warriors and Royalty. I’m a man with a name known all the way from the stead where I was raised to the village ten miles down the road!”
The two men walked side-by-side with one horse each following behind them. The elder held his bow in his left hand and carried a sheaf of arrows at his hip that occasionally peeked out from beneath his cloak as the two led the group closer to the gates of Exodus. The younger carried his bow on his back, well wrapped in oiled leather, and had three blades on his belt. One was just a knife, typical of an Earthican man, while the other two were a short sword and another blade just a bit longer and wider than an average longsword. None of the blades were adorned with anything more than a set of specific knots in the leather that wrapped the hilts. The elder of the two lifted his chin to look at the gate before turning his white streaked beard to address his son once more.
“What were you expecting!? Lovely lasses and Highborn Ladies to faint at the sight of you? You’ll have to work for this, son. Have some confidence in something other than your work for once!”
“I’m prepared to work for this, but I’m not so sure that what I have will impress anyone when surrounded by such legendary finery and grandeur.”
The younger man raised his head just as a distant bolt of lightning cast a sudden flash across the landscape, throwing stark lines and harsh shadows across his handsome features. He was not a young man, but far from old, with only a few strands of white in his full, red beard. Yet, as the men passed through the gate, the flickering lights of torches and the lanterns of the guards danced and glittered in the frigid depths of his eyes. For just a moment, one of the guards was taken so aback by the sight that his hand went to his weapon, fearing some kind of monster. But there was no threat in those glacial eyes, despite their piercing intensity, and the men continued their argument to its final and long-awaited conclusion as a more seasoned guard waved them on.
“Boy, listen to me and let this be the end of it. You have skills and experience that surpass many of our Kingdom’s most famous families. You have a stalwart and patient heart and an honorable and honest character. And, even more to your credit, you’re managed to develop some little wisdom too! We’ll put our wares on display and you’ll take care of your other business on the side. If all goes well, you’ll be heading home with a betrothed and enough wealth to build her a proper home too. For now, trust your father and save the worrying for your wedding night!” This last was said with the flash of a grin and a firm clap on the taller man’s shoulder which he took in good enough humor, answering quietly with resignation in his voice.
“Yes, Da.”
“Good, you’re finally done!” Broke in a gruff voice from one of the other men. The rest broke into sudden chuckles that held enough warm mirth to provide a strong contrast to the gloom of the rain and the stillness of the night. “Now, let’s get to an inn with a good view of a good street and get some rest. It’s been a long trip and we need to set up early tomorrow. Most everyone else has at least a full day on us.”
The group continued on until they found an inn with an empty upstairs room and a large enough stable. The men unloaded and cared for their horses before hauling everything but the horses themselves up into the room with them. They were here for profit, not comfort, so the half-dozen men crowded together in one room. The oldest three slept in the three beds while the others slept on their bedrolls. The room was silent, but for heavy breathing and the occasional snore. But, three of those silent shapes spent half the night with a hand on a hilt. The tales of Exodus were not all of a welcoming and peaceful sort.
Moreover, they were far from quiet. Though most of the group only let out an occasional sound to calm or encourage a horse, there were two voices that carried farther as they continued an argument that seemed to have lasted for quite some time already.
“You know that a man your age can’t afford to be too picky in choosing a wife, son.”
“I know, Father. But I also know that everything I’ve worked for could come crashing down about my ears if I pick the wrong one!”
This conversation, in truth, had lasted from the morning when the two had begun their preparations for the journey and had continued, almost entirely unabated, to the present moment.
“We’re going to the biggest party since the world burned! There should be plenty of lasses wise enough to see the merits in a skilled and capable man.”
“Most of those lasses will be busy making eyes at the famous warriors and Royalty. I’m a man with a name known all the way from the stead where I was raised to the village ten miles down the road!”
The two men walked side-by-side with one horse each following behind them. The elder held his bow in his left hand and carried a sheaf of arrows at his hip that occasionally peeked out from beneath his cloak as the two led the group closer to the gates of Exodus. The younger carried his bow on his back, well wrapped in oiled leather, and had three blades on his belt. One was just a knife, typical of an Earthican man, while the other two were a short sword and another blade just a bit longer and wider than an average longsword. None of the blades were adorned with anything more than a set of specific knots in the leather that wrapped the hilts. The elder of the two lifted his chin to look at the gate before turning his white streaked beard to address his son once more.
“What were you expecting!? Lovely lasses and Highborn Ladies to faint at the sight of you? You’ll have to work for this, son. Have some confidence in something other than your work for once!”
“I’m prepared to work for this, but I’m not so sure that what I have will impress anyone when surrounded by such legendary finery and grandeur.”
The younger man raised his head just as a distant bolt of lightning cast a sudden flash across the landscape, throwing stark lines and harsh shadows across his handsome features. He was not a young man, but far from old, with only a few strands of white in his full, red beard. Yet, as the men passed through the gate, the flickering lights of torches and the lanterns of the guards danced and glittered in the frigid depths of his eyes. For just a moment, one of the guards was taken so aback by the sight that his hand went to his weapon, fearing some kind of monster. But there was no threat in those glacial eyes, despite their piercing intensity, and the men continued their argument to its final and long-awaited conclusion as a more seasoned guard waved them on.
“Boy, listen to me and let this be the end of it. You have skills and experience that surpass many of our Kingdom’s most famous families. You have a stalwart and patient heart and an honorable and honest character. And, even more to your credit, you’re managed to develop some little wisdom too! We’ll put our wares on display and you’ll take care of your other business on the side. If all goes well, you’ll be heading home with a betrothed and enough wealth to build her a proper home too. For now, trust your father and save the worrying for your wedding night!” This last was said with the flash of a grin and a firm clap on the taller man’s shoulder which he took in good enough humor, answering quietly with resignation in his voice.
“Yes, Da.”
“Good, you’re finally done!” Broke in a gruff voice from one of the other men. The rest broke into sudden chuckles that held enough warm mirth to provide a strong contrast to the gloom of the rain and the stillness of the night. “Now, let’s get to an inn with a good view of a good street and get some rest. It’s been a long trip and we need to set up early tomorrow. Most everyone else has at least a full day on us.”
The group continued on until they found an inn with an empty upstairs room and a large enough stable. The men unloaded and cared for their horses before hauling everything but the horses themselves up into the room with them. They were here for profit, not comfort, so the half-dozen men crowded together in one room. The oldest three slept in the three beds while the others slept on their bedrolls. The room was silent, but for heavy breathing and the occasional snore. But, three of those silent shapes spent half the night with a hand on a hilt. The tales of Exodus were not all of a welcoming and peaceful sort.
@Aamaya Thank you. I'll try to get an intro post together sometime tomorrow. Work restricts my ability to post during the week but I'll do my best.
Should I have Klase arrive in the evening while everyone is exhausted or should he and his little group of merchants arrive in the morning?
Also, do any of the realms already have honey production? If so... I'll have to rethink a couple things about him.
Also, do any of the realms already have honey production? If so... I'll have to rethink a couple things about him.
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This would be his first time participating in one of this legendary DM’s fatuous debacles. John was actually looking forward to seeing exactly how stupidly this would be put together. He had attended a couple of the final meetings from the DM’s last game since he couldn’t very well just jump in to the end of one. But, this would be the first in which he participated. He parked his truck in a safe and out of the way spot and came in quietly without preamble, finding an empty chair and putting down a small tray of sushi that he had bought on the way over. Sure enough, as he looked around, he identified several of the dominant snacks and even the sandwiches as being heavy on the cheese. The veritable banquet of lactose made his stomach tighten reflexively. Yet, there was a shining light of hope at the table.
Rosemarie had brought brownies.
He left the sushi and went back to his truck for his duffel and a small bag.
He had already become a little fond of Rosemarie for her bold manners and her way of not putting up with unnecessary crap to say nothing of her sense of humor. Her brownies were just a form of icing on the cake. In fact, he hadn’t even noticed that she was pretty until the second session he attended. Still, fondness and looks aside, she was ten years his junior and there was no way that he was going to start trying for a relationship with someone that young. If she tried to start something, that would be a different matter. For now, he was glad to have found a person whose presence he could actually enjoy.
He pulled out his customary stack of notebooks and sketchbooks along with a pair of chopsticks. Yet, instead of taking a bite of his sushi, the first thing his chopsticks snagged was a brownie. Sushi was masterful but fudge was divine. He tossed an appreciative nod and a half-smile to Rosemarie as he began with the best and got his materials organized, creating a small island of order in the chaos of the room. He also put the small bag on the table by Rosemarie.
He had noticed her mentioning something that she liked at the last meeting that he attended, and he had felt a little bad after eating as many of her brownies as he had that day. After all, he was only an observer at the time. So, he had snagged a little something by way of apology and thanks. The bag contained a couple servings of sushi and a small veggie platter featuring carrots plentifully.
It was only now that he pulled out a thin notebook from his stack and passed it down to Craig for his approval. He had finished the character the morning before and polished it up a bit in the time he had left around work. His friend had been teasing him about losing their bet and attending this more than once, but that guy had never been quite the brightest bulb. John had wanted to lose that bet. He had been watching that sap moon over that same girl for almost three years. It was a miracle that she hadn’t married someone else in the meantime. The bet was a gambit to get the putz to finally make a move and it had paid off handsomely. The two seemed quite happy together and John was happy to play the loser if it meant seeing his friend laugh so much. The guy’s depression had been irritating.
It was only now, in a quiet moment between the crunching and munching and idle chatter, that John spoke up.
“Good morning, Craig, Rosemarie, Soumer, Alex, Theresa.” His voice was as smooth, even, and deliberately unremarkable as his clothes. He always looked nice and professional but never more or less than that. His looks had the careful uniformity of a well maintained and habitual mask. Still, a red button down shirt and black pants looked good on him and he was not oblivious to the fact.
Rosemarie had brought brownies.
He left the sushi and went back to his truck for his duffel and a small bag.
He had already become a little fond of Rosemarie for her bold manners and her way of not putting up with unnecessary crap to say nothing of her sense of humor. Her brownies were just a form of icing on the cake. In fact, he hadn’t even noticed that she was pretty until the second session he attended. Still, fondness and looks aside, she was ten years his junior and there was no way that he was going to start trying for a relationship with someone that young. If she tried to start something, that would be a different matter. For now, he was glad to have found a person whose presence he could actually enjoy.
He pulled out his customary stack of notebooks and sketchbooks along with a pair of chopsticks. Yet, instead of taking a bite of his sushi, the first thing his chopsticks snagged was a brownie. Sushi was masterful but fudge was divine. He tossed an appreciative nod and a half-smile to Rosemarie as he began with the best and got his materials organized, creating a small island of order in the chaos of the room. He also put the small bag on the table by Rosemarie.
He had noticed her mentioning something that she liked at the last meeting that he attended, and he had felt a little bad after eating as many of her brownies as he had that day. After all, he was only an observer at the time. So, he had snagged a little something by way of apology and thanks. The bag contained a couple servings of sushi and a small veggie platter featuring carrots plentifully.
It was only now that he pulled out a thin notebook from his stack and passed it down to Craig for his approval. He had finished the character the morning before and polished it up a bit in the time he had left around work. His friend had been teasing him about losing their bet and attending this more than once, but that guy had never been quite the brightest bulb. John had wanted to lose that bet. He had been watching that sap moon over that same girl for almost three years. It was a miracle that she hadn’t married someone else in the meantime. The bet was a gambit to get the putz to finally make a move and it had paid off handsomely. The two seemed quite happy together and John was happy to play the loser if it meant seeing his friend laugh so much. The guy’s depression had been irritating.
It was only now, in a quiet moment between the crunching and munching and idle chatter, that John spoke up.
“Good morning, Craig, Rosemarie, Soumer, Alex, Theresa.” His voice was as smooth, even, and deliberately unremarkable as his clothes. He always looked nice and professional but never more or less than that. His looks had the careful uniformity of a well maintained and habitual mask. Still, a red button down shirt and black pants looked good on him and he was not oblivious to the fact.
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