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Rites of Passage

orcpunx said
Class Skills:. Can swing an axe. ( he learned this at his home while chopping wood for lots of things- like burning.) Very good with an ancient sling (he learned it when hunting rats on the field.) Learned how to shoot a bow and make one at the sawmill.Villager Skills: How to raise crops, cooking, how to store food, everything that happened at the farm. Leather crafting at high level (Can make simple clothes or advanced leather armour.) Basic wound healing, Basic house repairs:fixing walls, roofs, enclosures, chimneys, stables, etc.

Okay orcpunx, I'm sorry I didn't make myself clear before but you have too many skills listed here. We allow 4 Class Skills and 3 Villager Skills.
Right now, you have 4 Class skills (axe fighting, sling fighting, bow fighting, and bow crafting) and 7+ Villager Skills (raising crops, cooking, food storage, 'everything that happens on a farm', leather crafting, wound healing, 'basic house repairs').
Raising crops, food storage, and 'everything that happens on a farm' can be combined into 'Basic Farming Knowledge'. Leather crafting is fine but you would not be a 'high level' leatherworker at this age (you would be able to repair leather armor, tan leather, and maybe make small things, some clothes, but not a full set of combat armor) . That means you have one spot left between 'Wound Dressing' and 'House Repairs', and I personally would suggest you drop 'House Repairs'.

Once these issues are addressed you're all set to post!

@ollumhammersong: Works for me!

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

The new student assembly finishes and the OOC spirals out of control!

It is the natural order of things.

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Before the speech had started, Kalimay couldn't bring herself to stay still and was squirming all over her seat as the anticipation almost did kill her. Ever bursting with energy, she'd never been one for assemblies or shows or anything that required her to sit for an extended period of time but when the Headmaster began to speak found herself enthralled. Of course, she didn't really understand anything he was saying, something about doors and Grimm and what sounded like a whole lot of walking, but it was the way he said it that held her attention. By the time he'd finished she was one of the first on her feet clapping with a beaming smile on her face. "This year is gonna be AWESOME!" She cheered, grabbing Sayuri and Alistair's hands and bouncing rapidly.

It was at the precise moment the boy asked them about getting food that KK's stomach groaned rather loudly, suddenly reminding her that she hadn't eaten since that morning. "To the free food!" She pointed into the air, putting a foot up on a nearby chair and adopting an 'explorer' pose.

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

It.... it has come....

Flee for your lives! The B.B....

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That's 16 hours behind me! D8

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Yup, feel free to post an intro of your character living life, maybe chatting with an NPC or doing work or seeking out another player character. The next story post (maybe coming up Monday) will start the 'adventure' (shit is gonna go DOWN).

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

Maybe one of the co-GM's could start the assembly?

I haven't got much to post either... :(

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IC is up! Yipee!

@orcpunx: It's looking really good! I think we would like to see just a tad bit more backstory/history simply because it's a little bare right at the moment.
A few things: The village is very small and so unlikely that anyone would own any slaves (slavery is also illegal in most areas of the Faerun). It would be perfectly reasonable for Argurios to be born elsewhere (most likely in the closest city of Athkatla, in Amn), after which his mother was freed and married Rakanr, and then they moved to the village to settle down when he was a baby. Owning slaves would likely mean that Rakanr was someone influential or rich, perhaps an adventurer of old or even some kind of military leader/commander, in which case it would be nice if you'd give a brief explanation of why he left the city and moved to the isolated countryside.
Equipment looks good.
Class Skills: You list 'basic wound healing' but I didn't see much mention of why/where he learned that in his backstory? Axefighting, Sling Use, Bow use. Bowcrafting would be a fifth skill (we'd only like to see 4 here), so might I suggest dropping bow use/bow crafting and focusing on something related to leatherworking? (leather repairs, tanning, ect)
Villager Skills: farming, cooking, and 'basic house repairs'? Do you mean carpentry, perhaps?

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The day was drawing to a close, the suns rays slanting on the mud and wood houses of the village, imparting its last bit of warmth. Most of the villagers were wrapping up their work for the day. Woodcutters, having ventured into the forests to fetch wood, were bringing their donkeys and carts through the main gate. Gathers of clay and plants were walking back, their days work completed too. In the village the food market, a combination bakery and meat store, was putting up a sign showing the freshest offerings for sale, purchased off the hunters and gatherers that had arrived not long ago.

The day was, for the most part, uneventful. Uneventful days were always a blessing. One could get alot of work done on those days and in high summer there was always alot of work to do. As the weather changed and cooled they would need to be well stocked, supplied for lean times. A merchnt caravan was due in another ten-day, at least if it kept to its usual schedule heading into the desert. They could make a bit of spare coin selling water, food, supplies, and whatever else they could so many of the villagers were collecting and prepping for that upcoming event.

Aheric, the towns leader, was deep in conversation with Serath regarding a rundown of the day’s events. Sereth was anxious to get back to his family, he only worked the day shift and even then not every day, but it was important to pass on anything of note that had happened in the day. The moors had been quiet today, no wandering…anything. In fact the only thing that had passed the village that wasn’t one of the local inhabitants was a herd of moor ponies, small scraggly things that survived in the harsh climes. A few locals had tried to domesticate the animals, but they were too wild, or too stupid. Occasionally they were hunted for meat, but only when times were truly lean as they picked up a flavor that one can only describe as “moor.” In general they were ignored, just as they were today.

Old Autry was finishing up her last bits of business for the day; fortunately the towns ills were currently down and it had given her time to stock up. They had just had a bad run of some air and stomach sickness, bad coughs, headaches, dysentery, and she had been kept busy. Now with this down time she had to recoup her supplies. She had her two apprentices working full tilt to re-stock her various draughts of tonics—one in the brew room working the several small fires she had going and tending the various cauldrons and pots and one in the cellar, carefully recording every scrap of her current supplies. She would need to take a collecting trip soon and she needed an accurate list of what she would have to gather. She would be sending her apprentices home soon, she would work herself through most of the night crafting charms to sell to the merchants when they came. As one of the few villagers that resided outside the safety of the walls Autry had several precautions she took for night time saftey, but in general the trolls avoided her home and she had to do very litte. The wild animals she never minded and they were always welcome. It was however, vital, she get her two young apprentices on their way before dark.

Dorn too was busy; he was visiting the gardens of each member of the village. An outsider might find it amusing to see the large beast of a man so delicately inspecting each plot of earth, whispering encouragements to the crops these families relied on for food and money, but his work was always greatly appreciated. There was a part of him that missed the open road, his tasks as a wandering protector of the wilds, but all he need do was look at the appreciative smiles of the village wives as they handed him home cooked pies or hand-woven clothes or even look at his adopted son and see the man that he was becoming, though he'd only just reached his fourteenth winter. Once a week they took on the task of bolstering the gardens and it was proving to be a good time for the boy to practice the skills Dorn had taught him. Still, they would have to hurry because it was a lot of work for just the two of them and there were only about 2 hours left before the village gates would be shut and barred for the night.

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No problem, AoStar! Real life comes first.

Best wishes to you!