My apologies for not having posted, I've been a tad busy these past few days.
I will have a post up sometime this evening.
I will have a post up sometime this evening.
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Japanese recycle shops (essentially thrift stores) offer clothes for remarkably low prices.
So assuming one exists in Fuyuki, I'd reckon it wouldn't be too hard to scrounge together the needed change from around and about. We're basically dirty hobos at this point anyway, may as well act the part.
So assuming one exists in Fuyuki, I'd reckon it wouldn't be too hard to scrounge together the needed change from around and about. We're basically dirty hobos at this point anyway, may as well act the part.
Baldwin IV
Sunday Night Super Slam, Wrestlemania XXVIII
Fuyuki Market District or whatever it's called, Afternoon
Dematerializing at his master's behest, Baldwin moved to depart alongside the others. Naturally, he remained adjacent to his charge, ever vigilant for that which might seek to do her harm.
~Timeskippu~
A fair deal of time had passed since the group's departure from the temple, much of which had been spent perusing the city's many clothing emporiums and boutiques. While he could not speak for Sir Jackson, the young king's endeavour to secure proper garments had been quite fruitful.
The Servant's civilian attire consisted of a hooded sweater, slacks, mittens, sunglasses, and a surgical mask. Bizarrely enough, the lattermost item had been remarkably easy to procure, primarily due to a uniformed fellow handing them out to anyone who looked unwell. Not only did it conceal his face, the mask also served to discourage the common folk from drawing close, presumably to avoid what they saw as a sickly individual.
Now that Baldwin was much less likely to attract attention, he could traverse public areas unmolested. With that accounted for, the Servant took a moment to contemplate the day's happenings. Much to his displeasure, he'd been unable to attend mass, having arrived in the world just as it came to a close. While a most unfortunate occurrence, Baldwin would simply have to make do with what he had. Come eventide, he would make sure to devote the remaining hours of the Sabbath exclusively to prayer, sleep be damned.
Speaking of prayer, he recalled the child identifying the collection of wooden structures from earlier as a 'temple,' while suggesting they use it as a base of operations. Though Baldwin was considered to be of the accommodating sort, that was by the standards of his time. Quite frankly, the thought of residing in a heathen house of worship disgusted him to the very core of his being. Thus, the young king did what any self-respecting man of faith would do.
Directing his words to Sir Jackson and the small lass, Baldwin made a rather blunt declaration.
"Ah, dusk approaches. While I've greatly enjoyed our time together, perhaps it is time we part. In but a scant few hours, the war shall begin in earnest. Though we might fancy the thought of an alliance today, there can be only one ultimate victor, as they say. Perhaps if Fate demands it, we might meet again, and have ourselves a proper bout. Until then, I bid thee farewell, and may God be with you."
Having said that, Baldwin began telepathically conversing with his master.
"We are in need of a defensible abode, preferably of the secluded sort. Might you know of such a place, Lady Qiūyuè?"
@Hantu Kongkek@Black Alice@vFear
Sunday Night Super Slam, Wrestlemania XXVIII
Fuyuki Market District or whatever it's called, Afternoon
Dematerializing at his master's behest, Baldwin moved to depart alongside the others. Naturally, he remained adjacent to his charge, ever vigilant for that which might seek to do her harm.
~Timeskippu~
A fair deal of time had passed since the group's departure from the temple, much of which had been spent perusing the city's many clothing emporiums and boutiques. While he could not speak for Sir Jackson, the young king's endeavour to secure proper garments had been quite fruitful.
The Servant's civilian attire consisted of a hooded sweater, slacks, mittens, sunglasses, and a surgical mask. Bizarrely enough, the lattermost item had been remarkably easy to procure, primarily due to a uniformed fellow handing them out to anyone who looked unwell. Not only did it conceal his face, the mask also served to discourage the common folk from drawing close, presumably to avoid what they saw as a sickly individual.
Now that Baldwin was much less likely to attract attention, he could traverse public areas unmolested. With that accounted for, the Servant took a moment to contemplate the day's happenings. Much to his displeasure, he'd been unable to attend mass, having arrived in the world just as it came to a close. While a most unfortunate occurrence, Baldwin would simply have to make do with what he had. Come eventide, he would make sure to devote the remaining hours of the Sabbath exclusively to prayer, sleep be damned.
Speaking of prayer, he recalled the child identifying the collection of wooden structures from earlier as a 'temple,' while suggesting they use it as a base of operations. Though Baldwin was considered to be of the accommodating sort, that was by the standards of his time. Quite frankly, the thought of residing in a heathen house of worship disgusted him to the very core of his being. Thus, the young king did what any self-respecting man of faith would do.
Directing his words to Sir Jackson and the small lass, Baldwin made a rather blunt declaration.
"Ah, dusk approaches. While I've greatly enjoyed our time together, perhaps it is time we part. In but a scant few hours, the war shall begin in earnest. Though we might fancy the thought of an alliance today, there can be only one ultimate victor, as they say. Perhaps if Fate demands it, we might meet again, and have ourselves a proper bout. Until then, I bid thee farewell, and may God be with you."
Having said that, Baldwin began telepathically conversing with his master.
"We are in need of a defensible abode, preferably of the secluded sort. Might you know of such a place, Lady Qiūyuè?"
@Hantu Kongkek@Black Alice@vFear
Hatred: Maccabian Jassanaries and Enemy: Maccabian's
Oh baby.
I'm usually free on Sundays, although my timezone is GMT -7:00/Pacific Time. For comparison, it's around 7 am here, while it's 3 pm in GMT +1 at the making of this post.
Have a gander at my finished character sheet.
Additions due to starting experience, specialty, and regiment have already been applied, naturally.
Additions due to starting experience, specialty, and regiment have already been applied, naturally.
I've finished my character sheet, now all that's missing is a separate write-up detailing background and personality, as is par for the course.
However, something is holding me up. Is there a site I can upload the finished CS to, or will a simple screenshot suffice?
However, something is holding me up. Is there a site I can upload the finished CS to, or will a simple screenshot suffice?
I Mulled it over, and decided I'll be rolling with a Sergeant. In terms of regiment, I'm leaning towards the Maccabian 1347th Janissaries.
The stats were rolled up using the WOTC dice-roller, have some screencaps. I got a bunch of 17's.
I couldn't quite fit them into a single image, unfortunately.
Edit: I didn't bother with the standard free re-roll, since my rolls seem solid enough as is, and I'd rather not push my luck.
Edit 2: Forgot to roll for Wounds and Fate Points.
Capped the roll for wounds and got 1 Fate Point.
The stats were rolled up using the WOTC dice-roller, have some screencaps. I got a bunch of 17's.
I couldn't quite fit them into a single image, unfortunately.
Edit: I didn't bother with the standard free re-roll, since my rolls seem solid enough as is, and I'd rather not push my luck.
Edit 2: Forgot to roll for Wounds and Fate Points.
Capped the roll for wounds and got 1 Fate Point.
Baldwin IV
Sunday Night Super Slam, Wrestlemania XXVIII
Ryuudou Temple, High Noon
Having dutifully followed his master, Baldwin was treated to his first glimpse of Japanese architecture, courtesy of the Ryuudou Temple. While he acknowledged the effort put into its construction, he was decidedly nonplussed. It was reminiscent of the thatched wooden homes from his time, and decidedly not what he'd been expecting from the modern era. Perhaps these Orientals are simply more backwards than most?
Baldwin's musings halted briefly as he took note of his master finally revealing her name. While he was no stranger to foreign cognomens, it was certainly striking. If he was of a poetic sort, the young King might have found an exotic beauty in the name. Though Baldwin was most certainly not of that inclination, he would admit that the name was oddly charming in its peculiarity.
Now, in regards to the lass and her Saxon compatriot.
"While I can see the merit in a long-standing alliance, I must concur with Sir Jackson. It would be in my best interest to acquire less conspicuous garments, so that I might more easily escort her ladyship in public."
One can only pray that the tailors of this region deal in concealing raiments. I would not wish to distress her ladyship with my appearance.
@Hantu Kongkek@Black Alice@vFear
Sunday Night Super Slam, Wrestlemania XXVIII
Ryuudou Temple, High Noon
Having dutifully followed his master, Baldwin was treated to his first glimpse of Japanese architecture, courtesy of the Ryuudou Temple. While he acknowledged the effort put into its construction, he was decidedly nonplussed. It was reminiscent of the thatched wooden homes from his time, and decidedly not what he'd been expecting from the modern era. Perhaps these Orientals are simply more backwards than most?
Baldwin's musings halted briefly as he took note of his master finally revealing her name. While he was no stranger to foreign cognomens, it was certainly striking. If he was of a poetic sort, the young King might have found an exotic beauty in the name. Though Baldwin was most certainly not of that inclination, he would admit that the name was oddly charming in its peculiarity.
Now, in regards to the lass and her Saxon compatriot.
"While I can see the merit in a long-standing alliance, I must concur with Sir Jackson. It would be in my best interest to acquire less conspicuous garments, so that I might more easily escort her ladyship in public."
One can only pray that the tailors of this region deal in concealing raiments. I would not wish to distress her ladyship with my appearance.
@Hantu Kongkek@Black Alice@vFear
:^)
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