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As the last of the civilian ships left the harbor and disappeared over the horizon, Iazok Qil heaved a sigh of relief. They’re safe. For now, at least. After giving a nod to the port lookout, he turned around and started to slowly head back into the main city. Along the way he started to reminisce about the past. How a weak young boy who couldn’t do anything except stand behind his mother had managed to become the last bastion of hope for the people.
He walked in silence, not that there was much noise anyway. The once bustling Susset Isle now sits in silence as if awaiting for the inevitable invasion. The popular port city has now become a ghost town. Save for his regiment, a handful of logistics personnel made the decision to stay back to help the war effort. A choice they made after seeing the Shields fight with their life on the line every month for the past few decades. The unsung heroes of their struggle.
He reached the city center and was reminded of how the events that transpired here in the past had led him to become the warrior he was today. Driven by the desire to protect his mother that had been injured in the crossfire, he managed to activate a dormant ability that was normally only seen in direct descendants of the great Aspidochelone, a giant turtle with an island on its back that usually employed this tactic to repel those who wish harm it.
Taking a deep breath he moved towards his old family home. A wide one story house made of stone and wood. The only thing I liked about this place was the fact that mother lived here. It holds no meaning to me now. He wandered around the vicinity before heading towards an isolated beach that was tucked away in an obscure corner of the isle. Upon reaching it he stopped just before a small memorial. A mound of stones deliberately placed in the shape of a shell.
“Mother.”
Iazok knelt down and touched a stone. This was the place where he ran away to hide when he was feeling down, well it apparently wasn’t a very good spot when his mother somehow kept finding him. Here was he cried and vented in his mother’s arms while rocked and comforted him. Here was she laid to rest, as a testimony to her steadfast nature in during his time of difficulty. He stood up and bowed. “Thank you for taking care of me all this time. I am eternally grateful and nothing I do or say can properly express the gratitude I have in my heart.” He stretched his arm to pick up the centerpiece stone, the one holding the entire structure together. As he did so, the entire mound crumbled and fell, a stone smaller than the size of his fist resting on his palm. He closed his hand and crushed it letting the dust fly off in the wind. “Now its time for you to go as well. Leave this place and reunite with our ancestors. I will protect our country just as you have protected me.”
He straightened his back and took out several letters. Its contents were all the same. Situation of the war, incoming reinforcements, and the formation of an alliance. The only difference being the matter in which they were presented, some where written with a beautiful handwriting ending with a stamp and others were crude, ending only with a name. Regardless of background, they have all shown intent in defeating this common enemy.
He turned and faced the setting sun. “The attacks are getting more and more frequent. It’s been a week since the last one, there should be an attempt happening any moment now.”
FUUUU-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
As if on cue, a blaring horn signaling the sight of enemies reverberated throughout the city. Iazok Qil hastily made his way to the frontlines to join his men.
Three days later, the first group of ships were spotted on the horizon. Iazok Qil, his armor splashed with blood after having just repelled enemy forces stood at the port and personally waited for long awaited reinforcements.
He walked in silence, not that there was much noise anyway. The once bustling Susset Isle now sits in silence as if awaiting for the inevitable invasion. The popular port city has now become a ghost town. Save for his regiment, a handful of logistics personnel made the decision to stay back to help the war effort. A choice they made after seeing the Shields fight with their life on the line every month for the past few decades. The unsung heroes of their struggle.
He reached the city center and was reminded of how the events that transpired here in the past had led him to become the warrior he was today. Driven by the desire to protect his mother that had been injured in the crossfire, he managed to activate a dormant ability that was normally only seen in direct descendants of the great Aspidochelone, a giant turtle with an island on its back that usually employed this tactic to repel those who wish harm it.
Taking a deep breath he moved towards his old family home. A wide one story house made of stone and wood. The only thing I liked about this place was the fact that mother lived here. It holds no meaning to me now. He wandered around the vicinity before heading towards an isolated beach that was tucked away in an obscure corner of the isle. Upon reaching it he stopped just before a small memorial. A mound of stones deliberately placed in the shape of a shell.
“Mother.”
Iazok knelt down and touched a stone. This was the place where he ran away to hide when he was feeling down, well it apparently wasn’t a very good spot when his mother somehow kept finding him. Here was he cried and vented in his mother’s arms while rocked and comforted him. Here was she laid to rest, as a testimony to her steadfast nature in during his time of difficulty. He stood up and bowed. “Thank you for taking care of me all this time. I am eternally grateful and nothing I do or say can properly express the gratitude I have in my heart.” He stretched his arm to pick up the centerpiece stone, the one holding the entire structure together. As he did so, the entire mound crumbled and fell, a stone smaller than the size of his fist resting on his palm. He closed his hand and crushed it letting the dust fly off in the wind. “Now its time for you to go as well. Leave this place and reunite with our ancestors. I will protect our country just as you have protected me.”
He straightened his back and took out several letters. Its contents were all the same. Situation of the war, incoming reinforcements, and the formation of an alliance. The only difference being the matter in which they were presented, some where written with a beautiful handwriting ending with a stamp and others were crude, ending only with a name. Regardless of background, they have all shown intent in defeating this common enemy.
He turned and faced the setting sun. “The attacks are getting more and more frequent. It’s been a week since the last one, there should be an attempt happening any moment now.”
FUUUU-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
As if on cue, a blaring horn signaling the sight of enemies reverberated throughout the city. Iazok Qil hastily made his way to the frontlines to join his men.
Three days later, the first group of ships were spotted on the horizon. Iazok Qil, his armor splashed with blood after having just repelled enemy forces stood at the port and personally waited for long awaited reinforcements.
@BirdBoy
So does that list mean that we can play as either a neopet or a faerie? Or is it like, we play a faerie and have a neopet as a companion?
So does that list mean that we can play as either a neopet or a faerie? Or is it like, we play a faerie and have a neopet as a companion?
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thanks. you could also just remove the " marks and just use the color to denote it, that could also work?
Yeah true, I'll do that now
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Ohhh my bad if that is the case I'll change my post.
No worries, you can just make it so that instead of storming on the beach and making shelter you guys see the figure of Iazok waiting for you. I'm also making a face claim for him to help you guys better imagine him. For now though, he's just a large heavily armored tortoise.
@Moon Man
Sorry if it's obvious, but is Yoku talking to himself out loud or are those all just his internal thoughts?
No worries, it's all just his internal thoughts. I guess I'll make the dialogue italic to avoid confusion.
I'm planning on having us wait for reinforcements, we're not exactly under attack yet. So when you guys arrive, there would hopefully be some time for the leaders of each regiment/tribe to have a meeting before the enemy attempts to invade.
@Wildman13
If you don't mind me asking, which area did your troops land on? Just want to get an idea so I can adjust my rp accordingly.
My tortoise bois are waiting over here.
If you don't mind me asking, which area did your troops land on? Just want to get an idea so I can adjust my rp accordingly.
My tortoise bois are waiting over here.
After the meeting had ended, Yoku sighed in relief. Thankfully I arrived in time, wouldn't have wanted to make a bad first impression. After all, I am an Ace. He looks around and observes the different characters in the vicinity. His eyes land on the guildmaster, Alakazam. How the heck did this geezer become guildmaster? He looks like he could fall over any second. And what's with those spoons? Well, I guess it helps in eating. But wouldn't one being a fork be more useful? How does he cut food with that? And... oh... aaand he's floating away. Maybe he uses psychic powers to cut his meal. He has a pretty cool mustache too, I bet I could grow a better one when I evolve.
Moving on from the guildmaster his eyes land on Lady Rosalinda, who is currently talking with the other guild members. A hint of nostalgia could be seen in Yoku's eyes as he suddenly remembered his former Master Emboar. Lady Rosalinda, the number one Ace of Alakazam's Explorer Guild. I'll get to the top someday just you wait. Whether it was addressed to his former master or Lady Rosalinda, one couldn't tell. He reaffirmed his vow and started walking towards the bulletin board.
Along the way he sees different pokemon grouping up with each other to take requests. They all laugh and talk as they snatch missions one after the other. He tried to make conversation and attempted to join different groups but was always turned down. The reasons ranging from "Sorry we're full" to simply "You're too weak for this". Yoku took deep breaths to calm himself down, suppressing the urge to shout and start a fight. This isn't the dojo. I can't just provoke people here, I have no one to back me up and I'm sure these guys aren't afraid to gang up on me if push comes to shove.
After a few seconds of deep breathing, he resumed his walk towards the bulletin board. He glanced to side and saw Clay talking to the one called Apricoatl. Looking at the golett's stiff demeanor he couldn't help but wonder how he would do well on the field. He has power yes, as was seen in his earlier exploit, but how could he survive in an environment that requires constant adapting. His eyes moved towards his companion. Upon seeing Apricoatl's fluffy tail he had to resist the urge to ask if he could cuddle it. Maybe these guys wouldn't mind if I join them. He was about to change directions and head towards, but after witnessing their rapport he decided against it. He moved to the other side of the bulletin board away from the pair and took a look at missions that were still available.
Moving on from the guildmaster his eyes land on Lady Rosalinda, who is currently talking with the other guild members. A hint of nostalgia could be seen in Yoku's eyes as he suddenly remembered his former Master Emboar. Lady Rosalinda, the number one Ace of Alakazam's Explorer Guild. I'll get to the top someday just you wait. Whether it was addressed to his former master or Lady Rosalinda, one couldn't tell. He reaffirmed his vow and started walking towards the bulletin board.
Along the way he sees different pokemon grouping up with each other to take requests. They all laugh and talk as they snatch missions one after the other. He tried to make conversation and attempted to join different groups but was always turned down. The reasons ranging from "Sorry we're full" to simply "You're too weak for this". Yoku took deep breaths to calm himself down, suppressing the urge to shout and start a fight. This isn't the dojo. I can't just provoke people here, I have no one to back me up and I'm sure these guys aren't afraid to gang up on me if push comes to shove.
After a few seconds of deep breathing, he resumed his walk towards the bulletin board. He glanced to side and saw Clay talking to the one called Apricoatl. Looking at the golett's stiff demeanor he couldn't help but wonder how he would do well on the field. He has power yes, as was seen in his earlier exploit, but how could he survive in an environment that requires constant adapting. His eyes moved towards his companion. Upon seeing Apricoatl's fluffy tail he had to resist the urge to ask if he could cuddle it. Maybe these guys wouldn't mind if I join them. He was about to change directions and head towards, but after witnessing their rapport he decided against it. He moved to the other side of the bulletin board away from the pair and took a look at missions that were still available.
This seems cool, mark me down as interested. In regards to the magic, do we make up our own stuff or can we use ttrpg handbooks as inspiration for some of the spells we might have.
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