Alright, let me fix that. Wrote it at 10 at night, so I should probably have put more thought into it, but hopefully the edit fixes it somewhat.
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STATUS: Opening a jar of honey didn't go so well. Washed most of it off, but my wrists are still sticky for some reason. 9 yrs ago
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Opening a jar of honey didn't go so well. Washed most of it off, but my wrists are still sticky for some reason.
9 yrs ago
Summer is sooooo sheeeeeeeeeeeet
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9 yrs ago
Finally have decent internet. Got connected to the National Broadband Network, see. With this speed, I can finally rule the world.
9 yrs ago
You know that rabbit I mentioned? Turns out there's 3 of them.
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So, there's this rabbit outside my house, and I'm not sure what to do with it. It sits there sometimes, eating grass and staring into space. It isn't mine, though, so it runs off when we approach.
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Steven walked on the rocky plateau, taking in the scenery. As he trudged onwards, his eyes moved disinterestedly between rock formations. With each step, he felt the hefty weight of the load on his back and felt the shape of his dad's halberd indenting itself into his shoulder. Dragging around a full set of plate armour would weigh on anyone quite heavily; though Steven had always been quite strong. Nevertheless, it was somewhat tiring walking all day carrying a heavy load. If not physically, then mentally.
At least I managed to make it stop clanking every step. He thought.
By any farmer's standards, today was a good day. The sun shone from high above, baking the surrounding mountains, but a cool breeze blew to cool it down, creating a wonderful equilibrium of temperatures any farmer could appreciate. The sun was good for crops, and you worked up a sweat while you worked. When you stopped, the cool breeze would tickle your spine and you'd cool down a little before you started working again. The scenery had remained quite samey for the past few hours, however, and Steven wanted something else to look at.
As Steven walked with the group, he surmised that travelling was somewhat like farm work despite their differences. Long hours of repetitive actions straining your physical prowess in order to achieve some sort of goal, although one difference is you don't normally get paid for travelling. Another way that farm work differed from travelling is that you'd typically be friendly with who you were working with, and you might chat after a long day of work. That wasn't really the case here.
The group Steven was travelling with was kind of quiet. They had pretty varied personalities, of course, but no one was extremely talkative. Maybe it was just the long distances they'd been travelling, but there was a sort of awkward tension in the group, likely stemming from the fact that they were a group of strangers who have the same destination but different goals and motivations. Everyone was older than him, for one, even though one didn't have the height to seem so. It made it a little awkward for him. Some were certainly amiable, but he found he didn't talk very much with them regardless as he had little to relate to.
"Oh look, we're almost there." Steven said to the group, more for speaking's sake than anything.
Steven stopped by the plateau edge and peered out at their destination. Avveel. He could see farmers working in their fields and children playing in the streets. Out in the distance he could see a river snake from a lake, disappearing into a dense forest which housed a waterfall the river likely came from. Behind the waterfall, Steven could see even more mountains, stretching to who knew where. Avveel was situated in quite a pretty area, ringed by nature and high mountains. Steven closed his eyes and breathed deeply as the breeze rolled in.
"Hm..." He said contemplatively. "You know what, this is kinda the same as where I come from."
Truth be told, his home town and Avveel were very similar as both were isolated towns which mainly focused on agricultural pursuits. He could smell certain things on the wind, and the scene overall reminded him of home.
"Well, not completely the same." He said, staring on. "Different scenery and stuff."
Indeed, while Steven's home town was near a mountain, Avveel was practically ringed by mountains whereas Steven's home town was closer to a big plain. Furthermore, the fresh alpine scent from the surrounding mountains made Avveel's atmosphere feel somewhat different.
Steven turned, mindful of his heavy load, and began to continue walking.
"Ah well, there's probably more to it." He said.
The group could probably guess the things he'd observed, but he figured it would be nice to say stuff once in a while, add some colour to travelling. It'd been fairly boring, and pretty tiring.
"It'd be nice to go down and grab some food, catch a break and maybe get a bed for the first time in a while." Steven said as he walked with the group. "Guess we could all use some rest."
He continued his banter as they neared a rocky archway, seemingly as a gate. He managed to get to the front of the group.
"See the sights and see where we need to..."
Steven stopped and looked ahead. There seemed to be someone ahead looking for something in the rocks. It was curious as to what someone would lose in a place like this; perhaps they were delivering something and it got lost on the way.
"Hey, looks like that guy might want some help." Steven said, pointing him out. "Do you guys think we should?"
At least I managed to make it stop clanking every step. He thought.
By any farmer's standards, today was a good day. The sun shone from high above, baking the surrounding mountains, but a cool breeze blew to cool it down, creating a wonderful equilibrium of temperatures any farmer could appreciate. The sun was good for crops, and you worked up a sweat while you worked. When you stopped, the cool breeze would tickle your spine and you'd cool down a little before you started working again. The scenery had remained quite samey for the past few hours, however, and Steven wanted something else to look at.
As Steven walked with the group, he surmised that travelling was somewhat like farm work despite their differences. Long hours of repetitive actions straining your physical prowess in order to achieve some sort of goal, although one difference is you don't normally get paid for travelling. Another way that farm work differed from travelling is that you'd typically be friendly with who you were working with, and you might chat after a long day of work. That wasn't really the case here.
The group Steven was travelling with was kind of quiet. They had pretty varied personalities, of course, but no one was extremely talkative. Maybe it was just the long distances they'd been travelling, but there was a sort of awkward tension in the group, likely stemming from the fact that they were a group of strangers who have the same destination but different goals and motivations. Everyone was older than him, for one, even though one didn't have the height to seem so. It made it a little awkward for him. Some were certainly amiable, but he found he didn't talk very much with them regardless as he had little to relate to.
"Oh look, we're almost there." Steven said to the group, more for speaking's sake than anything.
Steven stopped by the plateau edge and peered out at their destination. Avveel. He could see farmers working in their fields and children playing in the streets. Out in the distance he could see a river snake from a lake, disappearing into a dense forest which housed a waterfall the river likely came from. Behind the waterfall, Steven could see even more mountains, stretching to who knew where. Avveel was situated in quite a pretty area, ringed by nature and high mountains. Steven closed his eyes and breathed deeply as the breeze rolled in.
"Hm..." He said contemplatively. "You know what, this is kinda the same as where I come from."
Truth be told, his home town and Avveel were very similar as both were isolated towns which mainly focused on agricultural pursuits. He could smell certain things on the wind, and the scene overall reminded him of home.
"Well, not completely the same." He said, staring on. "Different scenery and stuff."
Indeed, while Steven's home town was near a mountain, Avveel was practically ringed by mountains whereas Steven's home town was closer to a big plain. Furthermore, the fresh alpine scent from the surrounding mountains made Avveel's atmosphere feel somewhat different.
Steven turned, mindful of his heavy load, and began to continue walking.
"Ah well, there's probably more to it." He said.
The group could probably guess the things he'd observed, but he figured it would be nice to say stuff once in a while, add some colour to travelling. It'd been fairly boring, and pretty tiring.
"It'd be nice to go down and grab some food, catch a break and maybe get a bed for the first time in a while." Steven said as he walked with the group. "Guess we could all use some rest."
He continued his banter as they neared a rocky archway, seemingly as a gate. He managed to get to the front of the group.
"See the sights and see where we need to..."
Steven stopped and looked ahead. There seemed to be someone ahead looking for something in the rocks. It was curious as to what someone would lose in a place like this; perhaps they were delivering something and it got lost on the way.
"Hey, looks like that guy might want some help." Steven said, pointing him out. "Do you guys think we should?"
"Oh come on!" The Silver Streaker yelled.
The giant was still taking hardly any damage, despite taking an entire car to the leg. The Streaker's own shot had dealt some damage, but it wasn't enough to blind the eye. He was still on the eye, and he began furiously beating it with his legs, determined to bring the giant's vision down. The giant's eyelid was closed, however, making his assault pointless. Nevertheless, the Silver Streaker continued beating on it in hopes of at least diverting the giant's attention. Perhaps he could attract its attacks for a little while.
"Fire!"
A sudden shout made the Streaker's head whip around to see a volley of various projectiles sailing towards him. He wasted no time in jumping onto a nearby rooftop as the scene was flooded by players of various classes and appearances, all in some way fighting the large dissolution. Even on the rooftop he was jumping onto, several melee players jumped onto the monster from there and started hacking away. As the Streaker landed, he was healed by several sources and various buffs appeared.
"Wow." The Streaker said, studying the buff effects.
Sanctuary for resilience and empowerment for damage. The Streaker was mostly a solo player with looks shunned by society, so he usually never received buffs. This was the first time he'd been buffed, and he was quite moved.
"I don't know who you guys are, but thanks!" He yelled.
On closer inspection, empowerment would only last for 1 attack. This brought an instant quandary as the Streaker decided what attack to use.
Shining uppercut? Glorious as that may be, I don't have a clear place to put it. He thought as the battle raged. Should I go for another kick?
Tim stared up at the dissolution as he wondered. Its eye was open now, likely because it needed both eyes to track all of the attackers. As Tim mulled over all of his martial arts techniques, he stood there in a thinking pose, wondering what to do. The Streaker suddenly relaxed, before snapping up with a sudden exclamation.
"Screw it!" He yelled.
Before he could make up his mind, Tim abandoned his thoughts and began sprinting across the rooftop, tensing his legs before he got to the edge. The Streaker simultaneously jumped and used silver dash to rocket skywards.
If I can't make up my mind, I'll just let my body do its thing. He thought.
It seemed that he'd launched himself towards the giant's face. If he thought about it, Tim would realise that he was a little pissed that his attack did hardly anything, and he found himself drawing his arm back in preparation for the strike. Tim hadn't really made a conscious decision to perform a flying punch, but it seemed appropriate. He opened his mouth instinctively, perhaps to give his improvised move a name, but all that came out was a defiant battlecry.
"HAAAAAAAAAA!" He yelled.
The Streaker's body drove Tim to jump, and the Streaker's arm drove the fist home, straight into the giant's eye.
The giant was still taking hardly any damage, despite taking an entire car to the leg. The Streaker's own shot had dealt some damage, but it wasn't enough to blind the eye. He was still on the eye, and he began furiously beating it with his legs, determined to bring the giant's vision down. The giant's eyelid was closed, however, making his assault pointless. Nevertheless, the Silver Streaker continued beating on it in hopes of at least diverting the giant's attention. Perhaps he could attract its attacks for a little while.
"Fire!"
A sudden shout made the Streaker's head whip around to see a volley of various projectiles sailing towards him. He wasted no time in jumping onto a nearby rooftop as the scene was flooded by players of various classes and appearances, all in some way fighting the large dissolution. Even on the rooftop he was jumping onto, several melee players jumped onto the monster from there and started hacking away. As the Streaker landed, he was healed by several sources and various buffs appeared.
"Wow." The Streaker said, studying the buff effects.
Sanctuary for resilience and empowerment for damage. The Streaker was mostly a solo player with looks shunned by society, so he usually never received buffs. This was the first time he'd been buffed, and he was quite moved.
"I don't know who you guys are, but thanks!" He yelled.
On closer inspection, empowerment would only last for 1 attack. This brought an instant quandary as the Streaker decided what attack to use.
Shining uppercut? Glorious as that may be, I don't have a clear place to put it. He thought as the battle raged. Should I go for another kick?
Tim stared up at the dissolution as he wondered. Its eye was open now, likely because it needed both eyes to track all of the attackers. As Tim mulled over all of his martial arts techniques, he stood there in a thinking pose, wondering what to do. The Streaker suddenly relaxed, before snapping up with a sudden exclamation.
"Screw it!" He yelled.
Before he could make up his mind, Tim abandoned his thoughts and began sprinting across the rooftop, tensing his legs before he got to the edge. The Streaker simultaneously jumped and used silver dash to rocket skywards.
If I can't make up my mind, I'll just let my body do its thing. He thought.
It seemed that he'd launched himself towards the giant's face. If he thought about it, Tim would realise that he was a little pissed that his attack did hardly anything, and he found himself drawing his arm back in preparation for the strike. Tim hadn't really made a conscious decision to perform a flying punch, but it seemed appropriate. He opened his mouth instinctively, perhaps to give his improvised move a name, but all that came out was a defiant battlecry.
"HAAAAAAAAAA!" He yelled.
The Streaker's body drove Tim to jump, and the Streaker's arm drove the fist home, straight into the giant's eye.
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I'll get a post up tomorrow, but will someone tell me if my shot to the eye did anything?
@TheWindel@Lucius Cypher
@TheWindel@Lucius Cypher
@Baklava I think a covenant is basically a promise to help out if they need to. The way I see it, the spirits test the dudes to see if they're worthy enough to back up, and it seems to rely on how much the spirit likes the summoner. The way the GM pitched it, I figure the summon only helps if it wants to, so both trust and likeability are kind of necessary for a summoner to summon stuff.
Also, not really sure about this part, but it honestly sounds like the spirits don't have a lot to do as they're both revered and taken care of by everything around them, so I figure it wouldn't be too bad. But summoners would probably be pretty rare anyways as you have to find the summon and then fight it.
With that said, I'm not the GM so it's probably best to wait for his input.
Also, not really sure about this part, but it honestly sounds like the spirits don't have a lot to do as they're both revered and taken care of by everything around them, so I figure it wouldn't be too bad. But summoners would probably be pretty rare anyways as you have to find the summon and then fight it.
With that said, I'm not the GM so it's probably best to wait for his input.
Name: Steven Steelfist
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nature: Steven’s rather stoic, but he’s hardly unemotional. Despite being carefree, he’s also practical and tends to be simple. Steven tries not to overcomplicate things. He can be fairly stubborn and petty, however, though it doesn’t seem like it. Nevertheless, he doesn’t hold grudges and typically does whatever needs to be done, even if he usually doesn’t do anything else. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t set his mind on much, but when he does, he goes all the way, and he’s adaptable enough to make it work.
Looks: Steven sports black hair and dark eyes, and at first glance, his features have little that are distinct about them. He’s slightly taller than average, and his build is a little bigger. His expression is usually neutral and rarely changes. However, if you look deeper into his eyes, then you realise that he actually doesn’t really care about a lot of things, bringing about a certain air of calmness which translates to his body language.
Steven is currently wearing his normal clothes and is wielding his dad’s halberd, as well as carrying stuff in a backpack and lugging around his dad’s old plate armour. Looks heavy, but it isn’t to Steven.
Class: Farmer/knight/juggernaut, kinda. Let me explain.
Practically from the first time he could walk, Steven was trained to help out on the farm. And then, after a little of that, he was taught how to fight from his dad. He learned knight skills and built up his strength in order to use them effectively should the situation call for it. Over his lifetime, Steven’s managed to build up an uncommon amount of endurance and strength, enough to carry almost anything unencumbered, though this isn’t purely because of his upbringing.
Story: Steven’s story begins with his father. Steven’s father was a relatively successful knight famed for his endurance on the battlefield. He rose up the ranks to be quite a respected knight, but decided to settle down with Steven’s mother and return to his roots. Buying a sizeable property, he began tilling the soil like he did in his youth.
Steven was born as part of 8 siblings. 4 sisters, 3 brothers, though Steven was the oldest son (not oldest sibling, mind). As such, he got trained for the sword stuff first. He kind of just accepted it, as none of his other siblings really wanted it, mainly to spare his dad’s feelings. In all honesty, Steven just wanted to live life for a while, doing stuff. Not really anything specific, just stuff.
His life passed rather uneventfully for a while, until…
Motive: The announcement came! His dad couldn't take the call (old wounds and stuff) and the rest of his siblings weren't really ideal so Steven decided to shoulder it by himself. The way he figured it, his dad would be pretty happy, and it wasn't like he was doing anything else with his life. And besides, seeing stuff he’d never seen couldn't be a bad thing, right?
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nature: Steven’s rather stoic, but he’s hardly unemotional. Despite being carefree, he’s also practical and tends to be simple. Steven tries not to overcomplicate things. He can be fairly stubborn and petty, however, though it doesn’t seem like it. Nevertheless, he doesn’t hold grudges and typically does whatever needs to be done, even if he usually doesn’t do anything else. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t set his mind on much, but when he does, he goes all the way, and he’s adaptable enough to make it work.
Looks: Steven sports black hair and dark eyes, and at first glance, his features have little that are distinct about them. He’s slightly taller than average, and his build is a little bigger. His expression is usually neutral and rarely changes. However, if you look deeper into his eyes, then you realise that he actually doesn’t really care about a lot of things, bringing about a certain air of calmness which translates to his body language.
Steven is currently wearing his normal clothes and is wielding his dad’s halberd, as well as carrying stuff in a backpack and lugging around his dad’s old plate armour. Looks heavy, but it isn’t to Steven.
Class: Farmer/knight/juggernaut, kinda. Let me explain.
Practically from the first time he could walk, Steven was trained to help out on the farm. And then, after a little of that, he was taught how to fight from his dad. He learned knight skills and built up his strength in order to use them effectively should the situation call for it. Over his lifetime, Steven’s managed to build up an uncommon amount of endurance and strength, enough to carry almost anything unencumbered, though this isn’t purely because of his upbringing.
Story: Steven’s story begins with his father. Steven’s father was a relatively successful knight famed for his endurance on the battlefield. He rose up the ranks to be quite a respected knight, but decided to settle down with Steven’s mother and return to his roots. Buying a sizeable property, he began tilling the soil like he did in his youth.
Steven was born as part of 8 siblings. 4 sisters, 3 brothers, though Steven was the oldest son (not oldest sibling, mind). As such, he got trained for the sword stuff first. He kind of just accepted it, as none of his other siblings really wanted it, mainly to spare his dad’s feelings. In all honesty, Steven just wanted to live life for a while, doing stuff. Not really anything specific, just stuff.
His life passed rather uneventfully for a while, until…
Motive: The announcement came! His dad couldn't take the call (old wounds and stuff) and the rest of his siblings weren't really ideal so Steven decided to shoulder it by himself. The way he figured it, his dad would be pretty happy, and it wasn't like he was doing anything else with his life. And besides, seeing stuff he’d never seen couldn't be a bad thing, right?
@nrtashi There's probably spots available so don't worry. Your character looks pretty good, but I'm not the guy who accepts them :P
At any rate, there's only really 3 of us and the gm, so it should be fine.
At any rate, there's only really 3 of us and the gm, so it should be fine.
@Lord Santa Patience is a virtue ;) Not everyone makes it to be here every day. Even for me it is unlikely that I make it everyday. Now I've been lucky that I don't have that much happening at work.
Weeell, I guess since I'm on holidays now, I have too much free time on my hands or something :\
I can wait, though.
This isn't really about the lore, but I'm just wondering if anyone else is gonna show up. I assume some are making their sheets as I type, but can't hurt to ask for some presence.
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