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Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

He was swept up in the throngs of war and emotion. His heart pounded in his ears, his hands were moist with sweat. In front of him, moving in such a slow state that it could only have been produced by his irrational mind, was Gendrick and the others. Behind him, was those that could not fight in close quarters. Inwardly he wondered who he should protect.

Everyone, was his gentle response.

But he knew that wasn’t the priority. Trying to save everyone would lead to mistakes. His mistakes could lead to everyone's death. The decisions were back-breaking, if he was to survive, he needed to silence it all. So he focused on one thing; not letting any rats pass him.

Nove’s gaze went dark, a dull copper in spite of his once-lively bronze. His longsword was held at the ready as fleeing skavens started towards him. He raised his buckler in his other arm, prepared to guard if one or more had decided to strike at him.

They rushed by and every time one came close to passing him, he engaged with above-average speed and strength. With every blow he struck, Nove would yell his victory beforehand. A battle-cry of sorts that echoed in his throat.

Of Blood And Magic

@WeepingLiberty Hey, Weeping. I'm going to go ahead and notify you that I'm dropping from the RP. Hope you guys have fun.

Reboot : One Piece Revolution

You know my interest is already guaranteed.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

The grandiose exposure to the Infinity Bridge had given Nove a reality check. As he strode alongside the others, his longsword buckled across his chest, his jacket moving with the summer breeze inside, and his eyes settling on every amazing thing insight; he felt a certain gravity fall over him.

I’m so far out of my league that I feel heavy, he mourned.

Still, he decided. I couldn’t stop myself from running down this path if I wanted too. Its so… just so damn exciting!

Nove took a deep look into the spring. Inside he saw fanciful armors, swords, coins, and gems. Anything a ambitious adventurer could want or need. But that wasn’t the strength, Sir Siph had spoken of. He brought a hand to his chest, knowing that none of the others were interested enough to gleam him. No, the strength I have and want need the nourishment that only experience can take care of.

Once it came time for him to dive into the rift, Nove greeted Flix Varden with a salute and smile. “Thanks for the drop-off, Sir Felix, see ya later.” Then he leapt into the rift as if courageously falling from a cliff. Multi-colored energy from the exit below raised and stormed around him. When he finally met the end, he was alongside, Sir Siph on a massive bridge.

The stone was chiseled with love and skill, that much even Nove could tell. The situation unfolded, the realization that blood and death had scarred the rift became a horrible reality. It was something that, Nove had expected but wished against. Unafraid due to his own training with his uncle, Nove stepped forth with ire in his bronze eyes.

“I agree with, Ayse. Only thing is… well they're rats right? Probably fast on their feet if nothing else and too numerous for just us to attack head-on. We’d be slaughtered.” Nove bit his lip, hoping to impress, Sir Siph, and prove himself capable to the others.

His gaze turned to Marianne a few moments later. “You use bugs don’t you. Maybe we can use them as a distraction or something. Then..." He took a serious second to think even further. "Then maybe the rest of us charge in and take them down. Or at the very least help those dwarves save themselves. Dammit, I know its selfish but all I really wanna do... is save them.”

Digimon: Crusades

Asura and Hero walked side-by-side down a path inside the forest. Where it led, Asura was unsure but he had put his utmost faith in his new partner. Wherever it went, he was sure it was for the better and not the worst. There was a fresh wind blowing through the trees where they were headed; wherever they were headed.

Hero paused a few minutes into walking, stopping in front of what appeared to be a god-child’s nursery. He hesitated to look him in the eye.

“What’s up, Hero?” Asura asked, his hand tucked in his pocket.

When he hadn’t spoken immediately, Asura looked ahead at the village. “What? You got some bad memories of the place or something? We don’t have to go this way.”

“No that’s not it,” He conceded. “This is the Village of Beginnings. It’s where all Digimon are born… I think. Look, I just don’t want you getting any funny ideas about finding another partner here. I’m your partner, got that guy?”

Asura genuinely chuckled, thought it was short lived. “I’m a one mon kinda-guy. You don’t have to worry, Hero. Now lets keep going. I’m eager to find my brother.”

“Yea, me too.” Hero agreed.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

His hour had passed with all the quickness of a slug-turtle. It strolled by in fragmented, momentary-parts of a second. In the thirty-minutes that it had took him to gather his belongings from his lodging in Apothicus, he was sure a few of the others had already been waiting by the famous Infinity Bridge. Once he had stepped into the area thirty-minutes later, he had to grip the straps of his luggage furiously just to contain his excitement.

With a nod and smile, Nove made sure to greet all of his companions before finding a quiet spot off to the side to await, Sir Siph and the others. While he did he pondered the great hive-labyrinths connected by the famous structure. For a reason, not actually reasonable, Nove unbuckled his longsword, balanced the sheathed tip on the dusty earth, and rested his hands on it's curved cross-guards.

Which one are you in, Skova, he thought to himself, his gaze piercing through solids. And for that matter where do I even begin? Do I just rift-hop until I get some clue of you.

A breath of heavy air left him. “I’ll find her though, she’s all I have left in this crazy world.”

Digimon: Crusades

How are we going to post? Do we wait for the others to post or do we simply respond and create webs of intrigue.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Entangled in the clutter of the wooden chair, young Nove had been all but shocked by the blowback. It was but a tap, a simple clap of proven comrades… and yet… and yet it had sent him flying. He first let his thoughts roam to his longsword. A shuffle of his body had confirmed, through various small but highly sensitive sounds and movements, that it hadn’t been busted. Relief left him in the form of a sigh.

Good, I don’t have any way of buying another.

Sir Siph hoisted him back to his feet effortlessly. It made him feel weightless in a manner to be lifted up so easily. And then the most amazing thing happened, Sir Siph, had accepted his question and granted him true knowledge. Knowledge that he had felt deep-within resonating with his motivations. New or not, they spoke with one another and created a blissful reaction inside of him.

Once it was done and his chest-plate was printed in blood, his forehead dotted too, Nove had gleamed with admiration for the man in front of him. Without willing them, his arms were sliding forth, his rough fingers clenched and flinching from some mysterious strength.

Strength of will maybe? he guessed.

Would it be okay to hug him?

Nove kept himself from doing so, deciding that it would make the moment awkward and clumsy. Instead, he marveled and cherished the moment that had occurred, stashing it in a vault of memories that had rarely been touched by time. As he strode from the clutter, he held an almost child-like smile on his face.

Marianne’s words had touched him in a way he hadn’t expected either. He had never experienced such feelings. Even a warrior such as his uncle, who led an entire outpost of soldiers, had not inspired such vigor from him. Because of her lone sentence, Nove had felt more certain that his blade for the whole of the team more than ever.

“Oh man, I’m sooo excited now. Sir Siph, when can we move out? I want to step out onto that summit as soon as possible.” For the first time since his introduction, a kind of springiness was being displayed throughout his fit body. A innate flowing that rippled his form as he bounced on his tip-toes. His bronze eyes were afire with adventure.

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Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Novella had admired them both. Though instant, he had realized why; both Gendrick and Siph were amazingly strong. Leagues above himself he had found their strength somewhat captivating and even more than that, their charisma was strictly intertwined with their exploits. He had a hunch, just a simple guess, that Siph should have been the one overshadowing the wolf.

Does he think they're equals? he wondered honestly. If our standing was on stairs than Gendrick was six steps in front of him. But… if he had to guess, Sir Siph was twenty or more steps ahead of Gendrick. Nove’s deep bronze eyes illuminated, a new goal flickering into a blaze.

“I want to be strong. As strong as them. No, even stronger than them. I want to be rank: diamond, ” he murmured, watching the pair greet each other.

Once Gendrick stepped away, the influx of what Nove perceived as a test of dynamism had faded. Now all that rested in the room was Siph and his beasts’ enormity. How would he deal with himself now? Knowing that there was a summit he wanted to climb, what actions would he take? And how did they fall in line with his search for his mother?

Nove begun to draw circles around his temple. Though meager, the short moment of introspection had made his mind fuzzy, borderline stagnant. For Novella his inability to think hard wasn’t as much a hindrance as an annoyance. He strafed a hand through his hair than buckled his sword onto his back with a bit of effort. It was obvious he had only just started to wear it that way.

When he finally mounted the longsword it felt as if something had changed. He’d finally stepped off the carriage and arrived at the base of his budding potential. It was time to climb ever higher to the top, he professed in his mindscape. And that would start with him looking to Siph for pointers. The jolly man seemed imposing and encouraging, so Nove strolled over, and stood nearby; his gaze was glued to the hulk-of-a-man.

“Sir Siph, I have a question,” he started. “You’re diamond rank, supposed to be the top-adventure in all the world. I think that’s pretty damn cool and… well, I want to be stronger than you. One day, not today. But hopefully sooner than later. What I’m getting at is… Well…”

Unconsciously, Nove had felt the pitter-patters of hesitance. He wanted to become stronger than the man; that much was undeniably true. But would it be cheating if he asked him how to do so? he doubted many ever had the opportunity to ask in the first place so he should pounce on it undoubtedly.

A new clarity flitted on his face. “Right, on with it,” He inhaled deeply before blowing away his jitters. “Tell me, Siph sir, where do I began my climb to the top? Give me guidance to help me keep myself and everyone alive,” he stressed.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

I'll post again once our local Lycan gets a post out. In the meantime I'll get to doing some actual work then I'll work on some Digimon: Next Order stuff.

Yayyy for training Digimon how not to poop on the ground they stand on.