ok hope that works. I did not want to Npc you guys alot. Also, this way you guys could RP without me if you wanted to "spar" before Fer got there. If it does not work, let me know so i can fix it.
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Fer took in Cole’s words. The uncertain tone was not lost to him as their current battle readiness seemed to dawn on the Sword hero. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the Spear one depart and caught the look of dejection and sadness on the face of the young woman. He turned fully to Cole and nodded yet again, this time as acknowledgement of the part he was to play in the party. “Yes of course Cole” he said the name experimentally to ensure his tongue could form the words and to see if his direct address of the young Sword hero would be welcomed. Seeing no obvious issue with their familiar addressing, he continued. “If I can’t help by having a weapon then I will use this shield in any way I can. I will be your shield…” he turned to the approaching Auriel. “And yours too. Please do not think that I meant any disrespect when I spoke to you earlier. It is just that I am slowly getting used to this reality. Where I come from you are considered a great being, a warrior of God and a person of great power.” He smiled, a warm smile that showed a bit of his lost childhood. “It may take me a bit to act like you don’t have those pretty wings on your back but thank you for making me feel easy.”
He was interrupted by the small bulk of the coin pouch being shoved into his hands. When the Sword verified that the money was for him, the young Shield hero hesitated. He had never had much to call his own even before joining the rebels and the weight and sound of the pouch insinuated that this was a small fortune. However, the words of Cole made him realize that the kingdom trusted and relied on them to the point of funding their training and more than likely any campaign they were to embark in. He nodded his thanks to the King with a small bow of his head as if assuring the young monarch that the trust of the people would not be wrongly placed.
He turned to Cole and asked him the directions towards the merchant the Sword had previously used assuming the Sword would know best what sort of materials and wear to use. Then he spoke to both of his companions. “Please go ahead. I will buy what I need and meet you at the camp site.” He made sure to commit to memory the landmarks and direction the Sword hero provided for him and then he excused himself from all and took at a trot towards the direction of the merchant quarter. He took in as much as he could of his surroundings. The Castle was lavish, with thick walls and high parapets. The soldiers gave an air of capable martial prowess and from what he could see, they could more than likely deal with any conquering force. This made him realize that their need was even greater to summon people from other worlds. His mind recalled Auriel that had so selflessly dedicated her life to their cause. While he knew that her calling was also in service of the people who passed them on their way, he still felt grateful and touched.
This could be in part to the sense that in his past “life” nobody was looking out for him. He had to carve his place into the world and fight for all he had. There had been no hand up, or no shoulder to lean on. He set his jaw as sour memories flooded his mind. He pushed them away remembering that he was here now and for however long it took to stop these Waves, he knew in his heart that the two besides him would indeed watch his back and he vowed to the heavens that he would watch theirs. He would give his last breath before he would see Cole or the angelic Auriel fall.
His musings came to an end when he recognized the sign on the door that Cole had described. He stopped in front of wooden door. Fer looked briefly to the design of an anvil with a helmet on top and two swords crossing to confirm this was the place and then stepping forward opened the door. The smell of oils, leather and metal quickly assailed his nostrils. Much different from the smells of cattle, food, and people he had just walked through on the market area. While enclosed, the smell was not musty. His eyes adjusted quickly to the inside lighting and was then able to truly appreciate the space. The walls displayed armor of all kinds, sizes and materials. Weapons also hung from walls or were sheathed in leather holders for easy viewing.
The shop was not big but it was well stocked. From behind a counter a man appeared. He was no doubt the owner and creator of the many items in this shop. A young lad seemed to be busy polishing the armor pieces but somehow still managed to stay within ear shot, the apprentice no doubt. The man, a brawny fellow with the weathered skin of one who has spent countless hours near the forge, approached Fer and addressed him in a deep and reverberating voice.
“Welcome please come in…ah so again we have the honor of the patronage of heroes…” He said as his eyes scanned the young lad before him in firm and experienced manner. “Judging by your clothes I assume you are here to be armed and armored?” His question was more of statement but Fer still nodded. “Very well young man, is there something in particular you are looking for?”
While Fer was not versed in the medieval times of his world, he knew that what he needed was something mobile and a full suit of armor as those displayed in the shop would not allow him the mobility he needed. He swallowed to prevent his voice from cracking and said as confidently as he could. “I need the ability to be mobile and but still have my vital organs be protected. I am sorry if that does not help.” His voice sounded less sure as he spoke and the last was said in down tone.
The big man looked at Fer for a few seconds and then nodded. “Very well, I think a shirt of mail under half chest plate and segmented shoulder pauldrons should do the trick. Do ye require a helmet lad?”
Fer shook his head. He had never really fancied something on his head. It dampened the sound and as a scout that harmed your abilities. As the smith moved to collect his things, Fer noticed a short sword hanging from a nearby wall. He approached it. As he did, the apprentice did so.
“h..hi sir, I am Kemp ca…can I help you with something.” The voice was more excited than nervous and it made Fer feel uncomfortable.
“uh..no thank you I was just looking at that sword…um can I hold it?” He said as his hand pointed towards the sword in question.
“oh yes…of course.” The eager apprentice got the sword from its place and offered it to the young hero. Fer reached for it but as he did so he was surprised by a flashing sign right before his eyes similar to what someone with glasses experience when there is a scratch or streak on them. The sign read
CAUTION-RULE VIOLATION!
Fer stopped short of holding the blade as he wondered what this was. The apprentice, thinking the hesitation was due to politeness, all but shoved the grip into the hand of the hero. What happened next stunned both boys as there was a spark and both landed on their bottoms.
“What in the all the hells…” Came the booming voice of the smith. After finding both youths on the floor and a sword a few feet away the annoyance turned to laughter. “ I see ya boys learned first hand that the Shield Hero cannot wield any weapons. Why do ya think in dina offer it?” His laughter boomed again.
Fer got up and offered his hand to the young lad, which refused, as if scared he would get shocked or worse. “Alright lad, take these here things and go put ‘em on.” The big burly hands thrust the armor into Fer’s hands and the young Shield hero stepped into the changing booth. A short time later he reappeared.
“Well, they seem to fit. Move ‘round a bit. Feel it out” the smith said making motions with his body that Fer imitated. “ok, well now we come to the part the customers don’t like. I will take 150 silvers for the set.”
The young man retrieved the bag from the convenient loop of the belt made specifically for that. He poured out a pile into his hand and then counted it out to the big man. “Thank you, sir.” He said and the big man chuckled.
“no haggling? You really aint for ‘round here huh? Alright, well you know where to come if ya need an upgrade.” Fer thanked him again and then stepped out the door. The sun was much lower in the sky than when he had arrived and he silently cursed. He secured the pouch to his belt again and took off at a jog.
He made his way through the city. The crowds were less as the day’s activities came to slow. He followed the directions given to him by Cole and while it took him a little bit he arrived at their planned meeting place just as the sky was beginning to be tinged purplish blue. He was breathing a bit hard but he soon realized that the run in armor would have exhausted him normally. He wondered if the shield had anything to do with that.
After a minute or two he addressed his companions. “I am sorry. I hope I am not too late. Even if we don’t have time to get in a long practice, is it possible to go over what we know of these legendary items? I am not too certain about the writing that appears in the air when I do something.” He said remembering his earlier experience at the shop. “Also, I have noticed that my body feels stronger and more resilient. Finally…” he said spreading his arms as to show off his new armor “….What do you think? The smith recommended this.”
He was surprised how easily and how much he was talking and saying. Few in his old life would even know what his voice sounded like. He spoke only to brief his findings or to warn others. The pair before him however elicited feelings of closeness and friendship. Why? He did not know but he knew that his trust was not misplaced.
He was interrupted by the small bulk of the coin pouch being shoved into his hands. When the Sword verified that the money was for him, the young Shield hero hesitated. He had never had much to call his own even before joining the rebels and the weight and sound of the pouch insinuated that this was a small fortune. However, the words of Cole made him realize that the kingdom trusted and relied on them to the point of funding their training and more than likely any campaign they were to embark in. He nodded his thanks to the King with a small bow of his head as if assuring the young monarch that the trust of the people would not be wrongly placed.
He turned to Cole and asked him the directions towards the merchant the Sword had previously used assuming the Sword would know best what sort of materials and wear to use. Then he spoke to both of his companions. “Please go ahead. I will buy what I need and meet you at the camp site.” He made sure to commit to memory the landmarks and direction the Sword hero provided for him and then he excused himself from all and took at a trot towards the direction of the merchant quarter. He took in as much as he could of his surroundings. The Castle was lavish, with thick walls and high parapets. The soldiers gave an air of capable martial prowess and from what he could see, they could more than likely deal with any conquering force. This made him realize that their need was even greater to summon people from other worlds. His mind recalled Auriel that had so selflessly dedicated her life to their cause. While he knew that her calling was also in service of the people who passed them on their way, he still felt grateful and touched.
This could be in part to the sense that in his past “life” nobody was looking out for him. He had to carve his place into the world and fight for all he had. There had been no hand up, or no shoulder to lean on. He set his jaw as sour memories flooded his mind. He pushed them away remembering that he was here now and for however long it took to stop these Waves, he knew in his heart that the two besides him would indeed watch his back and he vowed to the heavens that he would watch theirs. He would give his last breath before he would see Cole or the angelic Auriel fall.
His musings came to an end when he recognized the sign on the door that Cole had described. He stopped in front of wooden door. Fer looked briefly to the design of an anvil with a helmet on top and two swords crossing to confirm this was the place and then stepping forward opened the door. The smell of oils, leather and metal quickly assailed his nostrils. Much different from the smells of cattle, food, and people he had just walked through on the market area. While enclosed, the smell was not musty. His eyes adjusted quickly to the inside lighting and was then able to truly appreciate the space. The walls displayed armor of all kinds, sizes and materials. Weapons also hung from walls or were sheathed in leather holders for easy viewing.
The shop was not big but it was well stocked. From behind a counter a man appeared. He was no doubt the owner and creator of the many items in this shop. A young lad seemed to be busy polishing the armor pieces but somehow still managed to stay within ear shot, the apprentice no doubt. The man, a brawny fellow with the weathered skin of one who has spent countless hours near the forge, approached Fer and addressed him in a deep and reverberating voice.
“Welcome please come in…ah so again we have the honor of the patronage of heroes…” He said as his eyes scanned the young lad before him in firm and experienced manner. “Judging by your clothes I assume you are here to be armed and armored?” His question was more of statement but Fer still nodded. “Very well young man, is there something in particular you are looking for?”
While Fer was not versed in the medieval times of his world, he knew that what he needed was something mobile and a full suit of armor as those displayed in the shop would not allow him the mobility he needed. He swallowed to prevent his voice from cracking and said as confidently as he could. “I need the ability to be mobile and but still have my vital organs be protected. I am sorry if that does not help.” His voice sounded less sure as he spoke and the last was said in down tone.
The big man looked at Fer for a few seconds and then nodded. “Very well, I think a shirt of mail under half chest plate and segmented shoulder pauldrons should do the trick. Do ye require a helmet lad?”
Fer shook his head. He had never really fancied something on his head. It dampened the sound and as a scout that harmed your abilities. As the smith moved to collect his things, Fer noticed a short sword hanging from a nearby wall. He approached it. As he did, the apprentice did so.
“h..hi sir, I am Kemp ca…can I help you with something.” The voice was more excited than nervous and it made Fer feel uncomfortable.
“uh..no thank you I was just looking at that sword…um can I hold it?” He said as his hand pointed towards the sword in question.
“oh yes…of course.” The eager apprentice got the sword from its place and offered it to the young hero. Fer reached for it but as he did so he was surprised by a flashing sign right before his eyes similar to what someone with glasses experience when there is a scratch or streak on them. The sign read
CAUTION-RULE VIOLATION!
Fer stopped short of holding the blade as he wondered what this was. The apprentice, thinking the hesitation was due to politeness, all but shoved the grip into the hand of the hero. What happened next stunned both boys as there was a spark and both landed on their bottoms.
“What in the all the hells…” Came the booming voice of the smith. After finding both youths on the floor and a sword a few feet away the annoyance turned to laughter. “ I see ya boys learned first hand that the Shield Hero cannot wield any weapons. Why do ya think in dina offer it?” His laughter boomed again.
Fer got up and offered his hand to the young lad, which refused, as if scared he would get shocked or worse. “Alright lad, take these here things and go put ‘em on.” The big burly hands thrust the armor into Fer’s hands and the young Shield hero stepped into the changing booth. A short time later he reappeared.
“Well, they seem to fit. Move ‘round a bit. Feel it out” the smith said making motions with his body that Fer imitated. “ok, well now we come to the part the customers don’t like. I will take 150 silvers for the set.”
The young man retrieved the bag from the convenient loop of the belt made specifically for that. He poured out a pile into his hand and then counted it out to the big man. “Thank you, sir.” He said and the big man chuckled.
“no haggling? You really aint for ‘round here huh? Alright, well you know where to come if ya need an upgrade.” Fer thanked him again and then stepped out the door. The sun was much lower in the sky than when he had arrived and he silently cursed. He secured the pouch to his belt again and took off at a jog.
He made his way through the city. The crowds were less as the day’s activities came to slow. He followed the directions given to him by Cole and while it took him a little bit he arrived at their planned meeting place just as the sky was beginning to be tinged purplish blue. He was breathing a bit hard but he soon realized that the run in armor would have exhausted him normally. He wondered if the shield had anything to do with that.
After a minute or two he addressed his companions. “I am sorry. I hope I am not too late. Even if we don’t have time to get in a long practice, is it possible to go over what we know of these legendary items? I am not too certain about the writing that appears in the air when I do something.” He said remembering his earlier experience at the shop. “Also, I have noticed that my body feels stronger and more resilient. Finally…” he said spreading his arms as to show off his new armor “….What do you think? The smith recommended this.”
He was surprised how easily and how much he was talking and saying. Few in his old life would even know what his voice sounded like. He spoke only to brief his findings or to warn others. The pair before him however elicited feelings of closeness and friendship. Why? He did not know but he knew that his trust was not misplaced.
Ok I was making sure you didn’t have to be the one RPing the merchants and citizens and what not. Ok I’ll RP me buying stuff.
Also, I’ll wait for Auriel to respond.
Also, I’ll wait for Auriel to respond.
How much freedom do we have in world building and NPC interaction? I did not want to go against the view or direction you had in mind.
It’s your RP I just don’t want to see it dwindle due to people leaving but honestly I’ll follow whatever lead you take. I’m just here to RP.
I’m down for three man group. It could be mainly training and character building. Maybe even some minor missions to visit local villages or whatever until new replacements show up.
Fer hand was extended to shake the other two Hero’s hands. His grip would be firm but not menacing. He wanted to inspire trust but not initiate any sort of competition. His cool manner, however was dashed when the angelic figure emerged from besides the Spear. She introduced herself as Auriel but the rest of the sentence was lost to the young Shield Hero. His eyes took it all in but immediately were drawn to the wings sprouting from her back. Perhaps he should revisit the notion that this was Heaven or a version of it but he knew deep inside his own being that this was not that place. However, this cemented the idea that he was indeed not in his world.
He tried not to stare and knew that his mouth was beginning to slacken into an open mouthed embarrassment. He was saved by the distracting comment of the Sword. He immediately turned to Cole and nodded.
“I am sorry. I do not know who those people are. I am not from America. I believe you in saying that this is not our world.” His eyes shifted to Auriel as if this would make his point. He listened to the King’s make his announcement. While it was true that Fer had been given a brief summary, his mind was struggling to remember and to make sense of what he had been told. The more he saw or heard the more it made sense. He understood about the Dragon Glass and the Waves and the fact that the Four (?) of them were to be the pillars that would help this world survive. All of that was the preamble for the real goal and aim which was to get back home.
He knew that he would have to get stronger. He looked at the people around him and noticed their manner dress. They were armored and armed as people expecting to do battle aught. He looked at his own meager clothing and turned to Cole as he seemed to be the one that perhaps knew the most or at least had the most initiative but he also ensure to make eye contacts with any of the current party to signify that any one of them was welcomed to answer the query.
“I think I need to get some equipment. I was also told that I am not able to use weapons that this…” and he brought up his left arm to indicate the bracer like shield permanently attached there. “…would be what I use in fights but I don’t know what to do with it. It does not even look like a shield. Perhaps training can help? If I remember the person correctly, he said that the Wave would be here in two weeks? I am not sure if that is a long enough time so the more I practice the better I can help.”
His gaze shifted to Auriel who seemed to be well versed in fighting. His skills as a scout had at the very least taught him to how measure up a person to assess battle proficiency. He gave her an appraisal look and then moved a bit closer extending his arm. “I am sorry if I did not introduce myself earlier. I have never seen….” He gazed fleetingly to the wings and then quickly back at her” … I have never seen the things I see here in this world but it is very nice to meet you Lady Auriel and yes I will need your help. I think we all will.”
He smiled but there was tinge of sorrow. He had known many people from his troop who had started a campaign together and few to see its end. This world might be different and have different people and weapons but war was war. He wondered if he would be able to be efficient in this battle field. He did not know the terrain, the enemy and ( lifting up his left arm to stare at the metal bracer in his arm) he definitely did not know his equipment. He made a mental note to learn as much as he could about the capabilities and the “magic” that he could easily feel from the jeweled object.
He took a deep breath looked at his companions and a dedicated and resigned tone said “ Ok, what do we do and when do we start?”
He tried not to stare and knew that his mouth was beginning to slacken into an open mouthed embarrassment. He was saved by the distracting comment of the Sword. He immediately turned to Cole and nodded.
“I am sorry. I do not know who those people are. I am not from America. I believe you in saying that this is not our world.” His eyes shifted to Auriel as if this would make his point. He listened to the King’s make his announcement. While it was true that Fer had been given a brief summary, his mind was struggling to remember and to make sense of what he had been told. The more he saw or heard the more it made sense. He understood about the Dragon Glass and the Waves and the fact that the Four (?) of them were to be the pillars that would help this world survive. All of that was the preamble for the real goal and aim which was to get back home.
He knew that he would have to get stronger. He looked at the people around him and noticed their manner dress. They were armored and armed as people expecting to do battle aught. He looked at his own meager clothing and turned to Cole as he seemed to be the one that perhaps knew the most or at least had the most initiative but he also ensure to make eye contacts with any of the current party to signify that any one of them was welcomed to answer the query.
“I think I need to get some equipment. I was also told that I am not able to use weapons that this…” and he brought up his left arm to indicate the bracer like shield permanently attached there. “…would be what I use in fights but I don’t know what to do with it. It does not even look like a shield. Perhaps training can help? If I remember the person correctly, he said that the Wave would be here in two weeks? I am not sure if that is a long enough time so the more I practice the better I can help.”
His gaze shifted to Auriel who seemed to be well versed in fighting. His skills as a scout had at the very least taught him to how measure up a person to assess battle proficiency. He gave her an appraisal look and then moved a bit closer extending his arm. “I am sorry if I did not introduce myself earlier. I have never seen….” He gazed fleetingly to the wings and then quickly back at her” … I have never seen the things I see here in this world but it is very nice to meet you Lady Auriel and yes I will need your help. I think we all will.”
He smiled but there was tinge of sorrow. He had known many people from his troop who had started a campaign together and few to see its end. This world might be different and have different people and weapons but war was war. He wondered if he would be able to be efficient in this battle field. He did not know the terrain, the enemy and ( lifting up his left arm to stare at the metal bracer in his arm) he definitely did not know his equipment. He made a mental note to learn as much as he could about the capabilities and the “magic” that he could easily feel from the jeweled object.
He took a deep breath looked at his companions and a dedicated and resigned tone said “ Ok, what do we do and when do we start?”
I would not mind posting reply to Auriel but was not sure how strict you are about posting order. If there is a posting order it would be beneficial to actually list it IMO. I’ll be here until you close the RP or some huge thing happens IRL.
I assumed it was my turn. If it was not I apologize.
The young Shield Hero nodded towards the one holding the Spear just as he had to the Sword when he had been addressed. He had not tried to ignore him but his question had been more pressing.
Fer listened to the King’s assurances and nodded his understanding of the situation. He took a deep breath as his path was now clear before him. The prospect of going home gave him a resolution that would be one tracked and as solid as stone. His voice was clearer and his face lifted to meet the young King.
“I understand King Vincent” His voice carried without fear or doubt. “Your people did tell me about having to help but did not know for sure if I would be able to return. I will do everything I can to help you but I ask with all respect and hope that once my time is over if you can help be return. I must return” The last part was said in a lower tone. His mind suddenly was flooded with memories of his sister. He had failed to protect his younger brother and he did not want to let his sister down.
The jewel on his left hand glowed and swirled with colors for any that were paying attention to see. The young Shield Hero’s recollections were interrupted by the one holding the sword. Fer turned towards the young man. His mention of being from a world like his struck his curiosity. Why had he said a world LIKE his? The brows on Fer furrowed into concern. He had thought that he was the only one. If he was not, he would have believed that all would have been summoned from the same place.
He lifted his eyes towards the ceiling as he tried to remember the name of the person that had been asked of him. He had very little knowledge of items out of his immediate mountain cluster of rebels but once or twice he had been sent as a spy and messenger to the cities that had been occupied by American troops which were helping the rebels against the Socialist Government. His voice was unsure as he replied “Regen? Reguan? I am sorry I don’t know how to say it.”
Then he replied on a more sure tone equally meeting each of the two men. “I do not know how I am here but I will help. This seems like a dream but I don’t think it is. I will do my best to help because I have to return to where I am from. I will need help to understand how to help because I only know very little of places like this from movies or pictures.” He extended a hand in the customary gesture of greeting first to the Spear and he would shift it to the Sword once and if the first one took it. “I am Fernando but you can call me Fer if you wish.” He had heard
The young man knew that if he was to succeed on ending this war/conflict then he would need to get all the help he could get, all the training he could get, and all the equipment he could get. He was used to working with less but based on what he had seen, funds were available to not have to do without.
Fer listened to the King’s assurances and nodded his understanding of the situation. He took a deep breath as his path was now clear before him. The prospect of going home gave him a resolution that would be one tracked and as solid as stone. His voice was clearer and his face lifted to meet the young King.
“I understand King Vincent” His voice carried without fear or doubt. “Your people did tell me about having to help but did not know for sure if I would be able to return. I will do everything I can to help you but I ask with all respect and hope that once my time is over if you can help be return. I must return” The last part was said in a lower tone. His mind suddenly was flooded with memories of his sister. He had failed to protect his younger brother and he did not want to let his sister down.
The jewel on his left hand glowed and swirled with colors for any that were paying attention to see. The young Shield Hero’s recollections were interrupted by the one holding the sword. Fer turned towards the young man. His mention of being from a world like his struck his curiosity. Why had he said a world LIKE his? The brows on Fer furrowed into concern. He had thought that he was the only one. If he was not, he would have believed that all would have been summoned from the same place.
He lifted his eyes towards the ceiling as he tried to remember the name of the person that had been asked of him. He had very little knowledge of items out of his immediate mountain cluster of rebels but once or twice he had been sent as a spy and messenger to the cities that had been occupied by American troops which were helping the rebels against the Socialist Government. His voice was unsure as he replied “Regen? Reguan? I am sorry I don’t know how to say it.”
Then he replied on a more sure tone equally meeting each of the two men. “I do not know how I am here but I will help. This seems like a dream but I don’t think it is. I will do my best to help because I have to return to where I am from. I will need help to understand how to help because I only know very little of places like this from movies or pictures.” He extended a hand in the customary gesture of greeting first to the Spear and he would shift it to the Sword once and if the first one took it. “I am Fernando but you can call me Fer if you wish.” He had heard
The young man knew that if he was to succeed on ending this war/conflict then he would need to get all the help he could get, all the training he could get, and all the equipment he could get. He was used to working with less but based on what he had seen, funds were available to not have to do without.
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