Well.. how about this: considering the competition is so fierce, it would make sense for people to band together. I think it would be best if it's my mage and your archer/herbalist - two dudes, very disparate skills, it makes a lot of sense for them to collaborate. If my mage ran into your archer/herbalist he'd be pretty amicable to it.
So how about I just cut straight to that point, or the point where the pair run into the third person to join? Then we can have the fourth arrive a post or two later?
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I would say the entire group should be formed fairly quickly - at least within the first six posts or so. There's going to be a lot of people out roaming around and people will naturally group together (power in numbers) and four's a good, solid choice - not so few that they can't, working together, handle a werewolf, but not so many they're extremely conspicuous, you know?
But your suggestion is just to jump right into it, eh? I'm down with that. I think I'll go ahead and start working on it now. Also, I do agree that everyone should either be from the royal city or one of the immediately surrounding cities, and group up en route to the last good direction that the princess was known to have gone.
But your suggestion is just to jump right into it, eh? I'm down with that. I think I'll go ahead and start working on it now. Also, I do agree that everyone should either be from the royal city or one of the immediately surrounding cities, and group up en route to the last good direction that the princess was known to have gone.
Alright so I completely failed to address a major concern:
No doubt we'll be utilizing in media res, but where exactly are we going to start? I don't think it's reasonable to say as early as 2 days after the Princess is turned into a werewolf that our four could've already run into each other (and no doubt other groups are forming already as well), because the announcement is going to be immediate and widespread - both with typical and magical means. So everyone in the royal city would know the same day, surrounding cities by day 2, outlying cities no later than day 3-4.
As well due to the time constraints I imagine anyone who's serious about the reward would've begun searching immediately.
How would you feel about me writing us up from the incident itself to when at least 2 of our four first bump into each other - let's say on day 2 or 3?
No doubt we'll be utilizing in media res, but where exactly are we going to start? I don't think it's reasonable to say as early as 2 days after the Princess is turned into a werewolf that our four could've already run into each other (and no doubt other groups are forming already as well), because the announcement is going to be immediate and widespread - both with typical and magical means. So everyone in the royal city would know the same day, surrounding cities by day 2, outlying cities no later than day 3-4.
As well due to the time constraints I imagine anyone who's serious about the reward would've begun searching immediately.
How would you feel about me writing us up from the incident itself to when at least 2 of our four first bump into each other - let's say on day 2 or 3?
Well. I hope that's alright. I feel oddly like I'm writing one of those text-based roleplay games. (.. actually, wait a second..)
But point is I wanted to give her plenty of choices instead of just shoving 'look at this poster for a monster that's been attacking this other city!' at her. Let it happen a bit more organically you know?
I also figured this wasn't going to be the affected place as, no doubt, she'd have heard of it prior to arrival. I can change that if you were intending this to be the right city though.
But point is I wanted to give her plenty of choices instead of just shoving 'look at this poster for a monster that's been attacking this other city!' at her. Let it happen a bit more organically you know?
I also figured this wasn't going to be the affected place as, no doubt, she'd have heard of it prior to arrival. I can change that if you were intending this to be the right city though.
Following the noise would lead her to a plain-looking building from whose windows the mixture of laughter, talk, arguments, and off-key singing poured out. Swinging over the tavern door was a crudely-made wooden sign depicting a dog upright on his hind legs in a sort of odd jig, and the painted words 'The Dancing Hound' scrawled beneath. Judging from the raucous voices within, it was popular enough, and inside the place was packed with common folk, many of whom seemed to be greatly enjoying themselves on the local ale and beer. No one gave her more than a cursory glance as she made her way in - most were too busy with their own concerns, anyway.
Here and there serving-girls moved between the tables with trays of drinks and food, and in one corner a skinny bard was playing a half-way decent song on his worn-looking lyre, but was mostly drowned out by the talking. Above everything else, the talking - of work and weather and the quality of the alcohol, and more of course. Plenty of callous-handed farmers and labourers here, packed around the wooden tables and exchanging tales and bawdy jokes, and a handful of transients, mostly sellswords and travellers.
Over at the counter, a gruff-looking barman accompanied by twin teenaged boys, likely his sons, was doling out tankards of drinks and plates of edibles to the serving-girls. Such types usually knew a thing or two about good leads, or at least where one could find someone who did. As well, there was bound to be some useful gossip to be gotten from the servers themselves - drunks tended to be quite loose with their words, sometimes usefully so. Or, if she cared to, there were a few of her own type hanging around - travellers with well-used leather armor under plain cloaks, with the occasionally-seen dagger at their hip, their odd looks and mannerisms marking them out from the crowd of locals as easily as crows in a flock of sparrows.
As well, on the wall near the door was a collection of flyers and posters tacked to the boards - official proclamations, wanted notices, things like that. Among the usual suspects of highwaymen, thieves, and murderers, there was a particular posting which had several of the adventurer-types crowded around to look at, muttering excitedly to themselves over the offered reward and the requested feat. Whatever it was, judging by the attention it was getting it was either something spectacular like a nobleman's kidnapping, or something totally outlandish with an equally wild reward.
Besides all that, if she was keen to find someone worth taking back to her rented room, there were a handful of choices - younger farmers, tradesmen, apprentices of every stripe - and surprisingly, more than a few were actually fair to good-looking. Though she might have to compete with the handful of other women about, not all of whom seemed to be married and at least two of whom seemed to be practitioners of the so-called oldest profession. Still from the looks of things she about had her pick if she wanted it.
All in all, a fairly ordinary tavern with fairly ordinary people, but with a little luck and effort she might be able to suss out a good opportunity, or at least find some comfort for the night.
Here and there serving-girls moved between the tables with trays of drinks and food, and in one corner a skinny bard was playing a half-way decent song on his worn-looking lyre, but was mostly drowned out by the talking. Above everything else, the talking - of work and weather and the quality of the alcohol, and more of course. Plenty of callous-handed farmers and labourers here, packed around the wooden tables and exchanging tales and bawdy jokes, and a handful of transients, mostly sellswords and travellers.
Over at the counter, a gruff-looking barman accompanied by twin teenaged boys, likely his sons, was doling out tankards of drinks and plates of edibles to the serving-girls. Such types usually knew a thing or two about good leads, or at least where one could find someone who did. As well, there was bound to be some useful gossip to be gotten from the servers themselves - drunks tended to be quite loose with their words, sometimes usefully so. Or, if she cared to, there were a few of her own type hanging around - travellers with well-used leather armor under plain cloaks, with the occasionally-seen dagger at their hip, their odd looks and mannerisms marking them out from the crowd of locals as easily as crows in a flock of sparrows.
As well, on the wall near the door was a collection of flyers and posters tacked to the boards - official proclamations, wanted notices, things like that. Among the usual suspects of highwaymen, thieves, and murderers, there was a particular posting which had several of the adventurer-types crowded around to look at, muttering excitedly to themselves over the offered reward and the requested feat. Whatever it was, judging by the attention it was getting it was either something spectacular like a nobleman's kidnapping, or something totally outlandish with an equally wild reward.
Besides all that, if she was keen to find someone worth taking back to her rented room, there were a handful of choices - younger farmers, tradesmen, apprentices of every stripe - and surprisingly, more than a few were actually fair to good-looking. Though she might have to compete with the handful of other women about, not all of whom seemed to be married and at least two of whom seemed to be practitioners of the so-called oldest profession. Still from the looks of things she about had her pick if she wanted it.
All in all, a fairly ordinary tavern with fairly ordinary people, but with a little luck and effort she might be able to suss out a good opportunity, or at least find some comfort for the night.
We're allowed to use our phones and such when on recesses.
Don't gt me wrong, I want to post, but as stressed out as I am I just.. can't. Like I just am too wound up and miserable from everything to be able to put down the kind of quality writing you (and the story) deserve.
Like I said, tomorrow. I'll do my best.
Don't gt me wrong, I want to post, but as stressed out as I am I just.. can't. Like I just am too wound up and miserable from everything to be able to put down the kind of quality writing you (and the story) deserve.
Like I said, tomorrow. I'll do my best.
Thanks Genkai. You're a sweetheart. I hate having to delay but I'm just so stressed out today.. I just can' settle down enough to write the kind of good opening you (and the story) deserve.
This is wonderful!
Sadly, life has happened - including being picked for jury duty. I will do my very best to post tomorrow, I promise.
Sadly, life has happened - including being picked for jury duty. I will do my very best to post tomorrow, I promise.
Okay.. I apologize sincerely, but life happened. I will do my damndest to post tomorrow.
Oh, and I got picked for jury duty. Which is why I did not post today.
Oh, and I got picked for jury duty. Which is why I did not post today.
Haha, naps are awesome, agreed. Except I tend to 'nap' for 4-6 hours.. oops.
Yeah.. see, I don't know if I want to get selected or not. Due to a sudden change in my work schedule, this Thursday I'll have to work 8 straight days in a row. And of course it's split along the week division just right so that I won't make a drop of overtime. Yaaaay. So if I did get selected I might get a break from some of that nonsense. On the flip side, I'd only be making $45 a day (compared to the $75 I usually make), but on the flip-flip side, jury duty is easy as pie and my job is not.
Basically I'm just going to go, be honest, and if I get picked I get picked and if not, oh well.
Yeah.. see, I don't know if I want to get selected or not. Due to a sudden change in my work schedule, this Thursday I'll have to work 8 straight days in a row. And of course it's split along the week division just right so that I won't make a drop of overtime. Yaaaay. So if I did get selected I might get a break from some of that nonsense. On the flip side, I'd only be making $45 a day (compared to the $75 I usually make), but on the flip-flip side, jury duty is easy as pie and my job is not.
Basically I'm just going to go, be honest, and if I get picked I get picked and if not, oh well.
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