Nah, it's cool! I understand. I probably would have poked you eventually, I've waited longer. :B
Anyway, I had an idea. What if, say, after this scene, we start alternating 'events'? Like, for example, Roan and Glenn go out into town and I have something happen to them, then they hit the road and you have something happen to them, then maybe I have something else happen to them on the road or they reach town and I have something happen to them. That way, it's not just one person guiding things around. Just a random thought I had!
And in general, did you see them reached the spot on the map as the end of the adventure or just the beginning? I guess we could discuss it more when we get there, it sort of depends on how long we want the game to go.
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Roan only had a small bit of his pottage when Dotta sent Glenn out for a moment. He tensed a little, sensing the woman had some words for him. She took a moment to ensure he’d feel guilty later, which left him with some mixed feelings. She didn’t think she was just going to ditch him, did she?
He finished the last of his food as Dotty made her offer to give them a little food. Thinking it over, Roan figured that it would probably last them to the next town over, if he remembered correctly. “Well, I couldn’t ask for more! The support is very welcome,” he said as he stood, draining the last of his ale. Taking to the door, he said, “I’m going to give Glenn a hand or two with that firewood.” With that, he slipped out the door, hoping Dotty would whip up their rations while they worked. Roan was eager to get moving again, the tantalizing treasure awaiting him putting a healthy spring in his step.
Bumping into Glenn a few feet from the door, he tapped him on the shoulder as he passed, requesting, “Hey, don’t forget to grab your money before we leave.” Shuffling off in the direction Glenn had come from, he ran through a list in his head. If they didn’t have to worry about food, it would make it a little easier to get what they needed. Roan made a short list: skins for something to drink, a couple of cloaks so they didn’t get soaked in the rain, a knife that could cut more than fruit and bread, rope was always handy. He walked a little aimlessly as he crunched numbers in his head, before finally stumbling over the firewood pile, tripping a little, catching himself before he face planted. Brushing himself off, he grabbed a couple pieces, turning to head back, mind still buzzing. Returning to the house, he deposited the firewood, before dusting his hands off, satisfied with doing the bare minimum.
He finished the last of his food as Dotty made her offer to give them a little food. Thinking it over, Roan figured that it would probably last them to the next town over, if he remembered correctly. “Well, I couldn’t ask for more! The support is very welcome,” he said as he stood, draining the last of his ale. Taking to the door, he said, “I’m going to give Glenn a hand or two with that firewood.” With that, he slipped out the door, hoping Dotty would whip up their rations while they worked. Roan was eager to get moving again, the tantalizing treasure awaiting him putting a healthy spring in his step.
Bumping into Glenn a few feet from the door, he tapped him on the shoulder as he passed, requesting, “Hey, don’t forget to grab your money before we leave.” Shuffling off in the direction Glenn had come from, he ran through a list in his head. If they didn’t have to worry about food, it would make it a little easier to get what they needed. Roan made a short list: skins for something to drink, a couple of cloaks so they didn’t get soaked in the rain, a knife that could cut more than fruit and bread, rope was always handy. He walked a little aimlessly as he crunched numbers in his head, before finally stumbling over the firewood pile, tripping a little, catching himself before he face planted. Brushing himself off, he grabbed a couple pieces, turning to head back, mind still buzzing. Returning to the house, he deposited the firewood, before dusting his hands off, satisfied with doing the bare minimum.
Always glad for free food and drink, Roan accepted his food quietly, taking a sip of his ale before listening to the responses. When Glenn turned red and mentioned ‘Scarlett’, Roan nodded, as if concurring. Whatever ideas Glenn had, Roan could probably back them, at least until they were out of Noarun.
As Dotta allowed Glenn to leave for a few weeks, Roan quickly took another sip of ale, burying his pleased smile, as he nodded. He swallowed hard when Dotta asked him about Calhoun. “Er...” Roan said, pausing. Something popping into his head, he finally responded, “I’m kin of an old friend of his, who had some business with him. Or had, rather, it was all on something from a while ago, I’d be surprised if Calhoun remembered in the first place. My old man probably just sent me to get some hair on my chest, build character, yadda yadda. Then I ran into Glenn, found a mutual interest, and here we are, prepping to leave as soon as possible. I think it’ll be a good experience...and the money wouldn’t hurt either, let’s be honest.” Taking his bowl, he gulped down a bit of the surprisingly tasty stew before continuing, “I’d tell you where we were going, but the directions were pretty vague, I need to check out a couple of things first...”
Finishing, Roan said, “So, if we have you’re blessing regarding our adventure, any advice or help you could give would be much appreciated!” He smiled inwardly, feeling his ability to spew bullcrap almost on command was coming in handy once more. Hopefully.
As Dotta allowed Glenn to leave for a few weeks, Roan quickly took another sip of ale, burying his pleased smile, as he nodded. He swallowed hard when Dotta asked him about Calhoun. “Er...” Roan said, pausing. Something popping into his head, he finally responded, “I’m kin of an old friend of his, who had some business with him. Or had, rather, it was all on something from a while ago, I’d be surprised if Calhoun remembered in the first place. My old man probably just sent me to get some hair on my chest, build character, yadda yadda. Then I ran into Glenn, found a mutual interest, and here we are, prepping to leave as soon as possible. I think it’ll be a good experience...and the money wouldn’t hurt either, let’s be honest.” Taking his bowl, he gulped down a bit of the surprisingly tasty stew before continuing, “I’d tell you where we were going, but the directions were pretty vague, I need to check out a couple of things first...”
Finishing, Roan said, “So, if we have you’re blessing regarding our adventure, any advice or help you could give would be much appreciated!” He smiled inwardly, feeling his ability to spew bullcrap almost on command was coming in handy once more. Hopefully.
“Gonna be more than a week to get there, and probably a little longer to get back, heh heh heh,” Roan answered, imagining that pockets full of gold might make travel slower. His fantasies of entertainment ended as they finally reached the farm. Looking around, Roan kind of like the atmosphere. As they approached, Ms. Dotta stepped out, making Roan blink in surprise, thinking she’d be a bit older. Suddenly a bit self-conscious, Roan realized he probably looked like...well, a street rat. After Glenn’s short introduction, Roan turned on his charm, saying with a wink as he followed Glenn, “How do you do?”
Entering the house, he looked around the quaint place, before casually taking a seat, acting natural. As Dotta returned, he insisted, trying to be polite, “I don’t mean to intrude: I just ate, so no need to worry about me.” His eye twitched for a moment as he had a sudden desire for something homemade, knowing the bit of bread and that apple wouldn’t sustain him for that long, but he had a proposal, so modesty and lack of pushiness were crucial here. Unable to resist, he made a request, “Well, a glass of water would be nice...”
Getting to the point, he cleared his throat, asking the woman, “Now, I was wondering if I could borrow your boy for a few weeks, maybe a month? Poor old Calhoun, Erther above rest his soul, seems to have some unfinished business. It’s kind of a walk, but we don’t except to go uncompensated. I think it will be well worth it. Call it an adventure if you will.”
Entering the house, he looked around the quaint place, before casually taking a seat, acting natural. As Dotta returned, he insisted, trying to be polite, “I don’t mean to intrude: I just ate, so no need to worry about me.” His eye twitched for a moment as he had a sudden desire for something homemade, knowing the bit of bread and that apple wouldn’t sustain him for that long, but he had a proposal, so modesty and lack of pushiness were crucial here. Unable to resist, he made a request, “Well, a glass of water would be nice...”
Getting to the point, he cleared his throat, asking the woman, “Now, I was wondering if I could borrow your boy for a few weeks, maybe a month? Poor old Calhoun, Erther above rest his soul, seems to have some unfinished business. It’s kind of a walk, but we don’t except to go uncompensated. I think it will be well worth it. Call it an adventure if you will.”
Roan scratched his head at Glenn’s proclamation of his life’s savings. He figured a farmer wouldn’t have much more that that though. Doing some math in his head, he said, “That should get us what we need...” He added mentally, And I can just get what I want myself. Throwing his apple into the air and catching it without touching the parts he’d taken bites of, he said, “Alright, sounds like a plan. No sense in leaving without saying bye to your folks.” He paused suddenly for a moment, before heading to the door, quickly stuffing his face with the rest of his apple. Exiting the house, he tossed the core aside. Looking down the hill, he saw the rest of Noarun. Looking to the outskirts, he saw some fields, fit enough for livestock. Taking a guess, Roan took few steps in that direction, before wondering why he was heading that way. Then he realized he didn’t exactly to want Glenn ditch him and take the map and money. Not that he seemed like the type to do it, but still, things happened. Maybe he could bum a less useless knife off them or something...
As they walked, Roan added, “Oh yeah, fair warning, it's a little far. Might take more than a couple days." Mentioning the map again also made him consider trying to find a more detailed one somewhere, to try and get a better bead on where they were headed, and get there easier.
As they walked, Roan added, “Oh yeah, fair warning, it's a little far. Might take more than a couple days." Mentioning the map again also made him consider trying to find a more detailed one somewhere, to try and get a better bead on where they were headed, and get there easier.
After rolling up the parchment, Roan took yet another bite of his apple as Glenn asked a few questions. Noticing the hulk eyeing the map, Roan handed it back (though a tad reluctantly) . The thought of monsters didn’t sit well with him, but the risk could have very well been worth the reward. Roan had his moments of insight, and figured that it would be best not to rush into things. He thought of perhaps snatching the map and leaving Glenn, but his size was too notable an asset to ignore, and he didn’t seem to despise Roan yet, so that was a plus.
“Could be monsters, maybe there, maybe on the way. Bandits are always something to worry about too,” Roan warned. Thinking on it a bit harder, he finally said, “Well, since you seem all for it, I say we go at it. Worth a shot at least.” Turning his head, Roan muttered to himself, “Not that I have much better to do...” Clearing his throat, he said, “But traveling and adventuring isn’t all fun and games. We’re going to need supplies. Unfortunately, I have nothing, so unless you have money saved up you’re willing to invest, we’re going to have to, er, acquire some funds. You’re a local: you wouldn’t happen to have a list of the five wealthiest houses in town lying around, would you?”
Taking another bite of his apple, Roan took a look at the bookshelf, not seeing anything but books. Turning his ears elsewhere, he guessed most of the rest of the notable objects in the house were in the greedy paws of others, but he’d be willing to give it another look if he could get some alone time. Being something of a private person, he didn’t like people watching him work.
“Could be monsters, maybe there, maybe on the way. Bandits are always something to worry about too,” Roan warned. Thinking on it a bit harder, he finally said, “Well, since you seem all for it, I say we go at it. Worth a shot at least.” Turning his head, Roan muttered to himself, “Not that I have much better to do...” Clearing his throat, he said, “But traveling and adventuring isn’t all fun and games. We’re going to need supplies. Unfortunately, I have nothing, so unless you have money saved up you’re willing to invest, we’re going to have to, er, acquire some funds. You’re a local: you wouldn’t happen to have a list of the five wealthiest houses in town lying around, would you?”
Taking another bite of his apple, Roan took a look at the bookshelf, not seeing anything but books. Turning his ears elsewhere, he guessed most of the rest of the notable objects in the house were in the greedy paws of others, but he’d be willing to give it another look if he could get some alone time. Being something of a private person, he didn’t like people watching him work.
“It’s a shame really, a damn shame. Such a long historied life, and I barely even knew the man! Such regret...”
But regret was the last thing the moping youth was feeling right now. He held his hands over his pale blue eyes as he pretended to weep as the small funeral wound down, his worn sandals keeping out of the dirt of the small cemetery. He was lightly dressed, wearing only a ratty pair of brown shirts that went to his knees and a loose, tan vest. As those who had been at the funeral began to head to the old man’s small, lonesome house, the boy casually followed, eyes unsalted by tears, scratching at his short black hair.
He was no fool: even though he’d just blown into town, he happened to hear what was going on: to die heirless and without a will in a town this size meant his possessions were up for grabs. He wasn’t dumb enough to pretend he was related to the old man: the timing would be far too coincidental for any but an idiot to believe him. He just planned to take what he could from the house and be on his way. He lightly rubbed his stomach, trying to remember the last time he’d eaten something he hadn’t found on the ground.
Slipping into the house, he could hear the clatter of some of the random townfolk shuffling through, taking whatever they desired. The boy went to one of the empty rooms: the kitchen. Going through the cabinets and pantry, it wasn’t as well stocked as he’d hoped. He did find a small, stale loaf of bread with a bit of mold on it stuffed away into the corners of one of the cabinets, and a lightly bruised apple as well. Most of the other stuff required preparation, and the boy wasn’t in the mood. Taking out a dull, chipped knife, he cut at the bread, taking off the moldy bits, devouring the rest easily, his hunger making the stale bread easy to swallow. Already feeling a bit of relief at getting something in his stomach, he wiped the red apple on his vest before taking a large bite. As he chewed, he moved into the other room, wanting to look around a bit more.
Before he could go far, he heard a voice ask him, “What’s this?” Looking around, he saw another boy, but to call him a boy was a tad misleading. The street rat was dwarfed by the local. The wanderer noticed the large book in his hand, and the bookshelf nearby, guessing the old man was studious. Swiping the paper from Glenn, he looked over it, swallowing his food in surprise as he saw what it was. He coughed for a moment, trying not to choke, before he looked over it again in wonder.
Clearing his throat, he grinned at Glenn, explaining, “Looks to me like a map! Of the whole kingdom of Boroden by the looks of it, and a little beyond it too.” He tapped his finger on the map, pointing at the word within the borders of the shape displayed. He continued, lowering his tone, “No cities marked though...but that ‘X’? Oh, you know that’s got to be important. You thinking treasure? I’m thinking treasure.” In the back of his mind, he wasn’t sure about telling this stranger all his thoughts, but he didn’t seem to be the sharpest sword in the armory, plus he was the size of a brick house...the street rat could work with that.
Rolling up the map, the boy greeted, “What’s your name pal? You can call me Roan.”
But regret was the last thing the moping youth was feeling right now. He held his hands over his pale blue eyes as he pretended to weep as the small funeral wound down, his worn sandals keeping out of the dirt of the small cemetery. He was lightly dressed, wearing only a ratty pair of brown shirts that went to his knees and a loose, tan vest. As those who had been at the funeral began to head to the old man’s small, lonesome house, the boy casually followed, eyes unsalted by tears, scratching at his short black hair.
He was no fool: even though he’d just blown into town, he happened to hear what was going on: to die heirless and without a will in a town this size meant his possessions were up for grabs. He wasn’t dumb enough to pretend he was related to the old man: the timing would be far too coincidental for any but an idiot to believe him. He just planned to take what he could from the house and be on his way. He lightly rubbed his stomach, trying to remember the last time he’d eaten something he hadn’t found on the ground.
Slipping into the house, he could hear the clatter of some of the random townfolk shuffling through, taking whatever they desired. The boy went to one of the empty rooms: the kitchen. Going through the cabinets and pantry, it wasn’t as well stocked as he’d hoped. He did find a small, stale loaf of bread with a bit of mold on it stuffed away into the corners of one of the cabinets, and a lightly bruised apple as well. Most of the other stuff required preparation, and the boy wasn’t in the mood. Taking out a dull, chipped knife, he cut at the bread, taking off the moldy bits, devouring the rest easily, his hunger making the stale bread easy to swallow. Already feeling a bit of relief at getting something in his stomach, he wiped the red apple on his vest before taking a large bite. As he chewed, he moved into the other room, wanting to look around a bit more.
Before he could go far, he heard a voice ask him, “What’s this?” Looking around, he saw another boy, but to call him a boy was a tad misleading. The street rat was dwarfed by the local. The wanderer noticed the large book in his hand, and the bookshelf nearby, guessing the old man was studious. Swiping the paper from Glenn, he looked over it, swallowing his food in surprise as he saw what it was. He coughed for a moment, trying not to choke, before he looked over it again in wonder.
Clearing his throat, he grinned at Glenn, explaining, “Looks to me like a map! Of the whole kingdom of Boroden by the looks of it, and a little beyond it too.” He tapped his finger on the map, pointing at the word within the borders of the shape displayed. He continued, lowering his tone, “No cities marked though...but that ‘X’? Oh, you know that’s got to be important. You thinking treasure? I’m thinking treasure.” In the back of his mind, he wasn’t sure about telling this stranger all his thoughts, but he didn’t seem to be the sharpest sword in the armory, plus he was the size of a brick house...the street rat could work with that.
Rolling up the map, the boy greeted, “What’s your name pal? You can call me Roan.”
Neat! That was quick, and I certainly don't mind.
I'll probably post tomorrow. For today though, I'm probably going to jot out some things to get a better picture of my character. I'll do a sheet if you want, but I kind of like the idea of going without, having our characters discover more about each other as they travel and such.
I'll probably post tomorrow. For today though, I'm probably going to jot out some things to get a better picture of my character. I'll do a sheet if you want, but I kind of like the idea of going without, having our characters discover more about each other as they travel and such.
This seems like it could be pretty neat! I just sort of imagine two youths leaving town to go on an adventure and end up getting embroiled in all kinds of harrowing shenanigans and plots far bigger than them. So, you can count me in!
Right now, I'm thinking kind of a roguish type, a little smarmy prick to go with a dense brute.
Right now, I'm thinking kind of a roguish type, a little smarmy prick to go with a dense brute.
Unit-01 is still unoccupied! And it has someones soul in it, go nuts!
Though if you'd rather, I'd be willing to edit that bit out of Nanami's backstory, it was just a reference falling in line with ice's sheets.
Though if you'd rather, I'd be willing to edit that bit out of Nanami's backstory, it was just a reference falling in line with ice's sheets.
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