Doc's eyes widened when what used to be a huge stick, changed into a crowbar. He looked up at everybody else, a confused look on his face, and looked around for a door. There was a large set of dust-covered stairs that led up to a door. It even looked like it didn't want to open. Doc cleared his throat uncertainly, and slowly made his way up the stairs, holding the crowbar, or Anari, or big wooden stick, or whatever it was called, with both hands. The steps creaked loudly as he stepped onto each one.
He looked at the door with a certain disgust and stuck the thing into the door and pulled. It didn't budge for quite some time, no matter how hard he pulled. A few more pulls and he heard a cracking sound. He took the crowbar out and pulled on the doorknob. It was stuck again. Doc tilted his head, now even more confused than ever.
"Ok... I thought it was just about to open..." he muttered, cursing to himself.
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GreyMoon said
No, Rabbit Holes are in different locations, so you'll start at different places. I'll start added places of importance. Tell me if you have ideas for places. I'm just doing a few like The Queen's Palace and the Mad Hatter's House and stuff like that.
What if there were two people per location at the start? That way everybody will be able to gain at least one 'friend' toward the beginning. I think that could help everybody once we get more into it.
Name: Jonah Grey
Age (12-19) : 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Jonah's a pretty decent guy. He has a thing for drawing, though. He can sketch the place in front of him in less than fifteen minutes. He has a very strong sense of opinion, and will fight until he persuades the other person that he's right. As long as he's treated well, he'll treat them well. Jonah is very smart, and isn't afraid to tell you when your wrong.
Other: Obsessed with reality (for now...)
Age (12-19) : 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Jonah's a pretty decent guy. He has a thing for drawing, though. He can sketch the place in front of him in less than fifteen minutes. He has a very strong sense of opinion, and will fight until he persuades the other person that he's right. As long as he's treated well, he'll treat them well. Jonah is very smart, and isn't afraid to tell you when your wrong.
Other: Obsessed with reality (for now...)
Doc took a step back in disbelief when he heard the voice. A weapon was talking? How could that be... In curiosity, Doc crossed over to the bludgeon and picked it up, weighing it in his hands. It looked like a piece of junk, just a bid wooden stick. He questioned his sanity for a moment. Had he really just heard this piece of rubbish talk? He let out a sigh, and talked back.
"Er... Y-you can talk?" was all he could muster. He swung it around slowly, almost afraid that he might hurt the thing. He tossed it up in the air an caught it with a grunt.
"Wait a minute..." he muttered, "How'd you know I was a doctor?" He was now scowling at it, and scratching his beard. Now, he really questioned his sanity. Either that, or he was just plain stupid. He remembered what his father always told him- 'Ya' can't fix stupid, boy!'
"Did you guys hear that?" he asked the rest of the group, which was now mostly conscious.
"Er... Y-you can talk?" was all he could muster. He swung it around slowly, almost afraid that he might hurt the thing. He tossed it up in the air an caught it with a grunt.
"Wait a minute..." he muttered, "How'd you know I was a doctor?" He was now scowling at it, and scratching his beard. Now, he really questioned his sanity. Either that, or he was just plain stupid. He remembered what his father always told him- 'Ya' can't fix stupid, boy!'
"Did you guys hear that?" he asked the rest of the group, which was now mostly conscious.
Holy shlerpiderp I'll put mine up soon!
*whispers* omergurd....
Lol I'm gone for like, 30 minutes and look what I miss! xD
YUS! I AM INTERESTED! You have no idea how long I've waited for something like this... you have no idea! You is meh hero...
Assassin Leader
Thomas looked to Luca, a curious look on his face.
"Excellent observation, Luca. That is a very good idea, but we could use this fort... now" he said, indicating the crumbling plantation. "This will forever be our home, but I think the Assassins could use a nice fort as a sign that we are not playing around. If we were to wait and attack the convoy, there's no telling if they will know us. By attacking tonight, we will be able to, hopefully, kill a good amount of them and convince them to surrender. After we get them to surrender, we can force them to let the convoy in, and get the supplies. That, my friend, is when we will attack the convoy. We'll get supplies, a few horses, carriages, and maybe even soldiers for the Union. Soldiers would earn us some trust from the government. Trust me, we need that."
Thomas looked to Luca, hoping that he understood.
Templar Leader
Jeremiah looked to Harold Tarry, who had just entered. Though older than most Templars, he was not to be overlooked.
"Ahhh, Harold, wonderful to see that you made it. I was just explaining the plan to the other guests, Caroline, Xia, and Patrick."
Jeremiah Sanders rubbed his hands together and repeated what he had told the others, so that Harold understood.
Thomas looked to Luca, a curious look on his face.
"Excellent observation, Luca. That is a very good idea, but we could use this fort... now" he said, indicating the crumbling plantation. "This will forever be our home, but I think the Assassins could use a nice fort as a sign that we are not playing around. If we were to wait and attack the convoy, there's no telling if they will know us. By attacking tonight, we will be able to, hopefully, kill a good amount of them and convince them to surrender. After we get them to surrender, we can force them to let the convoy in, and get the supplies. That, my friend, is when we will attack the convoy. We'll get supplies, a few horses, carriages, and maybe even soldiers for the Union. Soldiers would earn us some trust from the government. Trust me, we need that."
Thomas looked to Luca, hoping that he understood.
Templar Leader
Jeremiah looked to Harold Tarry, who had just entered. Though older than most Templars, he was not to be overlooked.
"Ahhh, Harold, wonderful to see that you made it. I was just explaining the plan to the other guests, Caroline, Xia, and Patrick."
Jeremiah Sanders rubbed his hands together and repeated what he had told the others, so that Harold understood.
(Anybody who has not posted yet, please try to get at least one up soon!)
Assassin Leader
Thomas looked over each Assassin in the room. There was Luca, a rather new initiate. He had great potential, but needed a small bit of work. Then there was Daniel, another initiate. He seemed an honest fellow, which was both an advantage and a disadvantage. An Assassin needed to be able to do whatever it takes, many cases being the spreading of a rumor. Thomas knew he needed to be a bit careful with this one, but he had hope. Giuseppe was the Italian recruit. He was all over the place, this one. Fairly well-rounded.
"Hello, Assassins," Thomas greeted, with a curt nod to each one. "I summon you here today for an important event that shall take place tonight."
Thomas pulled a small paper from his belt. He unrolled it, and read it aloud.
"Dear Mr. Sanders,
It is to my understanding, that your fort is low on supplies. In due time, you will receive a surplus of everything that you could possibly need, but unfortunately we are experiencing some disturbances with more... Important forts. You will receive your things soon enough.
-Davis"
He took the paper and replaced it in his belt.
"I, for one, would like to think that it's safe to assume that Davis is the Confederate president, Jefferson Davis. If you have any objections, please, to speak."
He continued, without any waiting for responses.
"We will be attacking this fort tonight. It is a few miles south of here. We strike by nightfall."
Thomas Dickinson, now pacing the room, looked to the Assassins, waiting for any questions.
Templar Leader
Jeremiah Sanders heard a familiar laugh of a well-known Assassin Hunter. He let out a low laugh and signaled for the guard to open the door. He saw Xia Cheng standing just outside the door.
"Come in, come in!" he said, and then saw Caroline enter. "Ah, Miss Reed, nice to see you!" He nodded to both of them in greeting, and stood up. He walked over towards the planning table, with a smaller version of the fort sitting upon it. He placed his hands upon the surface, leaning against it. He heard the voice of a familiar military leader, Patrick. When he spoke about flustering his men, Jeremiah looked up, his right eyebrow raised.
"'Scuse me, Patrick, but keep in mind this is my fort, not yours. These lovely women are here to help, so those men are there's too, while they're here." he grunted, and signaled for him to come in. "Now, I have heard the most disturbing news I have heard in a very long time. I have gotten word from a spy, that a particular group of Assassins plan to attack us. Now, I do not know when, or how, they will accomplish this, but we mustn't let it happen. I've called you here today, in hopes that you may help us protect the fort long enough for our new supplies to get here."
Jeremiah let out a laugh. "The supplies should be here very soon, president Davis loves me!"
Assassin Leader
Thomas looked over each Assassin in the room. There was Luca, a rather new initiate. He had great potential, but needed a small bit of work. Then there was Daniel, another initiate. He seemed an honest fellow, which was both an advantage and a disadvantage. An Assassin needed to be able to do whatever it takes, many cases being the spreading of a rumor. Thomas knew he needed to be a bit careful with this one, but he had hope. Giuseppe was the Italian recruit. He was all over the place, this one. Fairly well-rounded.
"Hello, Assassins," Thomas greeted, with a curt nod to each one. "I summon you here today for an important event that shall take place tonight."
Thomas pulled a small paper from his belt. He unrolled it, and read it aloud.
"Dear Mr. Sanders,
It is to my understanding, that your fort is low on supplies. In due time, you will receive a surplus of everything that you could possibly need, but unfortunately we are experiencing some disturbances with more... Important forts. You will receive your things soon enough.
-Davis"
He took the paper and replaced it in his belt.
"I, for one, would like to think that it's safe to assume that Davis is the Confederate president, Jefferson Davis. If you have any objections, please, to speak."
He continued, without any waiting for responses.
"We will be attacking this fort tonight. It is a few miles south of here. We strike by nightfall."
Thomas Dickinson, now pacing the room, looked to the Assassins, waiting for any questions.
Templar Leader
Jeremiah Sanders heard a familiar laugh of a well-known Assassin Hunter. He let out a low laugh and signaled for the guard to open the door. He saw Xia Cheng standing just outside the door.
"Come in, come in!" he said, and then saw Caroline enter. "Ah, Miss Reed, nice to see you!" He nodded to both of them in greeting, and stood up. He walked over towards the planning table, with a smaller version of the fort sitting upon it. He placed his hands upon the surface, leaning against it. He heard the voice of a familiar military leader, Patrick. When he spoke about flustering his men, Jeremiah looked up, his right eyebrow raised.
"'Scuse me, Patrick, but keep in mind this is my fort, not yours. These lovely women are here to help, so those men are there's too, while they're here." he grunted, and signaled for him to come in. "Now, I have heard the most disturbing news I have heard in a very long time. I have gotten word from a spy, that a particular group of Assassins plan to attack us. Now, I do not know when, or how, they will accomplish this, but we mustn't let it happen. I've called you here today, in hopes that you may help us protect the fort long enough for our new supplies to get here."
Jeremiah let out a laugh. "The supplies should be here very soon, president Davis loves me!"
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