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@ZoolFake news. I won unanymously. The election was rigged.


Zell's brow furrowed at the first response to the battle plan. He froze in confusion as he looked on the orange-stained clouds, then turned his head in Adam's direction, about to explain that this was just a formation for battle - not something they were expected to stay in at all times. Fortunately Fenna cut him off.

"That is a good strategy," she said to him. "When it's time for battle we should try to get into this formation. During travel, someone who can navigate the land should go first. I'm fairly good at recognising animal tracks and the likes, so there may be times I will go ahead of the group."

"Yeah, good idea," Zell said back to her, a note of confusion lingering in his voice. At least someone's listening properly. One thing about Fenna that was interesting to Zell was that; although the swordsman rarely heard her talk, when she did talk it had an important weight to it. She was sharp, alright. Content to stay in the background, it seemed, but always aware - no wasted words. Maybe she was just apprehensive, everyone being strangers n all, but she certainly wasn't no fool.

He looked over his shoulder and nodded to MacKensie when she subscribed to the plan, then shot a teethy snarl at Joji for the big guy's contribution. "Oorah, Meathead Unit, let's go," he growled, giving his fellow swordsman next to him a soft shoulder-bump.

He grabbed a portion of fish and put it on his plate, "Ppreciate it, Plant man," and when he sat back down, dumped a few rations on the plate as a nice side dish.

As he ate, distantly listening to MacKensie and Joji talking fishing, he enjoyed the slow-changing sky which was starting to wash out shades of red and purple. He realised that his whole life he'd never actually appreciated a sunset before. To him, it was just something to colour the City of London - maybe set the mood with a girl he was trying to sleep with. Something to accent his tiredness after a long day of football training, or a signal to jump in that shower and have a shave because it was going to be a wild night on the town. But a beautiful sunset wasn't just an accessory - it was a phenomenon amazing all on it's own. There was just always so much going on and so much to do, that he'd never took a moment to notice it.

Sweet.

"We should probably take turns keeping watch during the night," and there she was again; Fenna coming in hot with the wisdom. "Maybe in pairs? It's a strange land after all, and who knows, maybe some others will be interested in that cube we have."

After MacKensie and James offered themselves on shifts, Zell briefly raised his fork in the air. "I'll take the first watch. I doubt I'd sleep right away, anyway. Hey Clive, wanna jump on the first shift with me?"
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@ZoolLol that was just a bit of banter between writing buddies. People throw funny jabs at Zell all the time. I enjoy it, it's hilarious.
James: Turns around for a second to sort out the bedrolls.

Adam: Grieves for family. Catches some fish. Brings them back. Cooks the fish. Serves the fish. Knocking on Lillianna's cottage like, "Milady."

Lol @Zapdos mate can you chill just a little. The pace is already fast enough. Dark Cloud already said he can't keep up. I'm not tryna be here everyday to keep up, and I'm one of the more active players.

Adam has 4 posts of the last 13 player posts. That's like 30% of the RP. A NINE PLAYER RP lmao

Love ya bro but damn.
Had to throw together a pic for that last IC post. It seemed kinda confusing without one.


Zell sighed as he watched the orange, lightly clouded sky. The crackling logs, the clean air tinged with cooking fish and tobacco smoke. The warm, gentle breeze. A group of men and women, strangers sure, but bonded with mystery and a near-death heroic experience. It was actually kinda nice.

Behind this layer of face-value satisfaction was thoughts about a future battle. Whether or not they'd be so lucky next time. What they'd be facing off against. And also what it meant to be an adventurer. What Peter and Paul had told him about people who bore the Gift of the Source Crystal. It was all a lot to take in, but Zell had used the hours spent travelling to sort and process the information.

And then, under all of that, deep in his mind. What was his sister doing right now? His father's joke that, 'That boy will never come back from university,' as his parents recieved news that he'd failed another year. How right you were, Dad. His mother crying at his funeral. Everyone - he'd never get to see them again, or even hear how they were doing.

Keep it buried. Deal with it another time, maybe. Occupy yourself with The Now.

When Fenna and MacKensie were back in camp, Zell decided to speak up about this Formation business. It was getting dark and who knew if they'd get attacked in the night. Best to put everyone on the same page now, and not regret giving his team mates crucial information when he had the chance. But how to do it? Well, in a group full of strangers with no leader, a polite and considerate person might tip-toe and appease, ask and assure. Zell however... he'd do this the only way he knew how.

"Alright guys, listen up," he said loudly enough for everyone to hear. "I've got something important to show you. Might be the difference between life and death as an adventurer, so gather round."

He started drawing in the dirt, a series of shapes as he explained. "Teams like ours - or Adventurer Parties, as they're referred to in this world - use party formations to keep themselves safe in difficult battles, and to get the best out of each member of the group. Until we learn more about our own abilities and how best to fight as one, this is the formation we will be using."



"Joji, Clive, Arthur, myself..." he looked at the men in question. "The weapon-handlers. Melee class. The frontline. The muscle. The meatheads," the last bit he added a grin, then pointed at the half-circle. "We position oursleves around this arc. Our job is to protect the magic-users and the rangers. To give them space cast and fire. Arthur and Clive at the front. Joji and I on either flank. We keep ourselves in between the enemy and the rest of the group, and they have our backs."

He pointed at the triangle. "Lillianna, Adam, James. You guys need to be here." Then he pointed at the X's. "Fenna, MacKensie, you position yourselves on either side of our wizards. As Rangers, you can shoot too, but your speed and melee weapons mean you can take a bit of contact, defend yourselves and the magic users should any enemies get through our formation."

"Our most important piece of this formation is our Cleric: James," he grinned at James, knowing this might make him uncomfortable. "James is the only one who can use healing magic, which makes him key to all of us surviving battles. And perhaps more importantly; he's proven himself a capable leader in battle. He has a voice loud and strong enough that even hardened soldiers will listen to. And he has the level-headedness and wits and make good tactical decisions in middle of a chaotic battle." Zell pointed at the traingle again. "Here James can see everyone and everything, we can all hear him and he can make adjustments to our focus or our direction mid-battle."

Zell made sure he met the eyes of each of his teammates as he talked. There was no uncertainty in his voice as he spoke, and he didn't rush his words, nor lag.

"It's kinda like football. When the other team has possession, the front line has to press as a unit, to protect the midfield, where lie the technical players, the smart ones who make the magic happen - no pun intended. And then you have the Wingers - the Rangers - using the space of the flanks to maximise their speed and agility, and make critical incisive moves into enemy territory, turning defense into attack in the blink of an eye."

Anyway...

"That's the formation. It should carry us through a tough battle until we can learn more. These aren't strict positions - you don't have to stand in that one spot. Battles are fluid and dynamic. It's just a rough idea of where we should be to protect eachother, with the formation pointing towards wherever the enemy has the most numbers. Memorize your position. Memorize everyone elses. Teamwork makes the dreamwork," he finished. "Alright, enough."

And he was done. If there were any questions, he would answer them, or reiterate any points again to make them clear. But he didn't make an effort to check if anyone had questions, nor did he look like he cared. If no one said anything, he would go back to his admiration of the sunset sky and wait for dinner to be done.
Okay so, this afternoon I was assailed by an idea that refused to leave my brain until I got it on "paper", so here it is if any of you wanna take a look. And if any of you are fans of the Fate franchise then this must look vaguely familiar.
@Zool
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@Dark Cloud
@Saiyan
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@Calle
@Zapdos
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Teleportation Barrage (In the Blink of an Eye): B - Saber rapidly teleports around his enemy, striking them with a flurry of sword strikes from every direction before delivering a final devastating blow


AI stealing my literal future plans for action posts and flaunting them off as it's own ideas. Get fucked AI
I got Guiding Lights also. Inspired a pretty cool visual. Also the structure, the writer's flowery style and the subject matter all seemed to blend seamlessly. Quality stuff.

So that's my vote. As for the others:

10 steps was a lot of fun. Good use of the number 10, quite visual too once you realise the ride you're on. A bit of rhyming too to add to that tresure map/riddle feel. Twist at the end lol Good stuff.

What lead me here is warm and fuzzy. Feels real. Feels honest, which stands it apart from the others. I also like the mention of family which gives more of an idea of how the whole thing is supposed to be taken. Some nice flowing words near the end (ensued, pursued, my mind - anew) This one almost won my vote, but Guiding Lights barely edged it out. Great effort.


Zell couldn't help but notice James' weird reaction to his words. The cleric looked pretty disinterested in the accounts of the guards, but then seemed to get legit uncomfortable when Zell offered his own guy-broey version of a thanks for having his back. Hell, he didn't even shake his hand. The swordsman wasn't offended, just a little surprised. People's personalities came in all shapes and sizes, after all. And well... at least he now knew just how to mess with his new friend for shits'n'giggles.

"Ha, gentlemen huh?" he chuckled. MacKensie seemed the type to take herself very seriously - nothing wrong with that, of course - an elegant and 'proper' sort. Princess-y vibes. It was cool that such a posh girl could have a bit of fun. "She's alright, that girl," he said, an almost-wistful sigh in his tone. His eyes widened "?" now it was himself he was surprised at. He looked and saw James had walked off and probably not even heard him. Good. Jesus, Zell, you have one fight to the death alongside a cutey-pie...

"No axe, sorry big guy," he said to Joji.

Zell sat down on the end of the log, dropped his rucksack in front of himself and unstrapped the longsword from his back. He wouldn't be going out to find food either, preferring the option to dine on the rations and provisions Hommas had provided them. Chasing around squirrels with his sword sounded like it would cost him twice as many calories as he'd get from eating the damn things. When Adam arrived with fresh fish, Zell cheered and pumped his fist to support Clive's praises. "Let's go, Adam, with the save."

He'd brought a plate and fork for the cold food he was packing, but it seemed like he'd need it for a nice fish dinner now - maybe even a stew if someone had bothered to pack any of the small pots n pans that were left on offer. It was actually weird how much could be packed into these rucksacks they'd been given. Zell found he could barely feel the weight of the goods he'd helped himself too. He wanted to travel light, but now found himself wishing he'd taken more.

"Hey Arthur, Lillianna, does fish sound like a treat or what?" he asked cheerfully.
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