Silver Carrot

The Australos Fight Camp

"I know she woman" Rags relied up at Devlin with a challenging tone. She was starting to get a bit tired of being treated like a half-wit just because she had to learn what these people took for granted. Her dialect once more got a few smirks and nasty laughter from the hostile onlookers, and her upper lip snarled in response to this reaction like an animal cornered. She did not feel welcome here. Which made it all the more strange to her that the muscular woman was offering her a choice to join.

Rags was used to a system where the man chose. He would either take you into the harem or kick you out, though that was never without a good reason. It was in everybody's best interest to keep a group of six; five women and a man, as that was the optimal tripe makeup in her culture. There were too many people here. Wouldn't they fight? How do they share food and resources? Then again, that question had been answered for her now she thought about it. They take those things from other groups, who might be as large as this. Here, combat between humans wasn't a battle for land that neither party wanted, but that happened because neither party wanted to lose good land either and retreat to the mountains. Here, combat was the primary method of gathering necessities. No wonder they placed such value in it as opposed to the art of hunting.

Without the rest of her tribe, Rags knew she could not survive alone for very long. The default action for a lone Valley Person was to find a new tribe that would take them, and join. So there was no doubt in her mind what she would do here. "Stay here. Learn arts required me. Not survive outside. Confused. What is 'Home'?" she replied, but despite the minimalist structure of her language, there was no stuttering or sign of struggle. She spoke quickly, confidently, and with that same spark of intelligence that showed in her eyes. Then again, the language of barbarians and savages was known for having evolved and mutated into one that didn't waste words, and conveyed a message as fast as possible because the time taken to speak nouns, adjectives and definite articles might be the difference between life and death in their harsh living conditions.

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Kasuke Mina

Mina Nodded at the words of them both, and stood up, stretching. "Alright, Jett. You should probably go and get some rest. You're acting nothing like yourself and it's a little concerning. I'll see you around." she spoke in the same worried, caring tone as before. It would be obvious to JoJo that she liked him, but it would seem that Mina had no idea, and Jett haven't fully caught on either.

"No need to wait," Mina replied, catching up to her roommate. "I'm ready now. What are we doing to be doing at the gym, though?"

@Aerandir@Noxx

The Australos Fight Camp

Rags' life had become one of strangeness and learning, among the men who slaughtered her tribe. She had initially tried multiple times to enact revenge, before slowly coming to see this group as their new tribe. Though there were a lot of new rules to get her head around. For starters, she was the only woman in this group, which is the exact opposite of the Harem-like build of the tribes of the Valleys. They did seem to have something called 'marriage' to prevent mating from being a problem with this backwards, inefficient system. Rags didn't quite understand it yet.

They explained other things as they traveled, such as heir weapons, which were sharp and made of metal, as opposed to Rags' crude stone knife and club. They claimed they were taking her to be trained in combat, as only then would she have any worth as a person. She'd either die in this school, or come out the other side an exotic, deadly warrior worth marrying, as a status symbol. All of the men laid claim to her, and who would take her was to be decided if and when she stayed alive. There was something about how they talked about this which rubbed Rags up the wrong way, as if she would be property to them. Maybe it was just their strange, dialect. They spoke more words in a sentence in the deserts and caves than in the valleys. They thought her simple because of her dialect, but in truth she was a very intelligent girl. She thought them needlessly complicated because of their dialect, but you could not find a group of simpler men.

After weeks of travel, they arrived at the gates. Rags was marveling at this sight. This was not a cave, nor a cave made of cloth, called a 'tent'. This was a small valley, in the middle of the desert, with smooth, tall walls, and an entrance barred by metal beams like the swords the men she traveled with used. They were let in, and Rags found herself looking up at more strangely dressed men like the ones she was travelling with, not adorned with pelts but with cloth and metal shaped to their body. And one woman. The first woman she had seen since the death of her tribe. Shed never seen a woman so muscular, and her fearsome confidence was nothing like the anxious fight-or-flight state of a Valley Person before combat. This was a woman who believed she could win any fight, and didn't view them as encounters were anyone's life may be lost. Rags marveled at this unusual (in her experience) female.

The Australos Fight Camp

Ah, okay. most of what you just explained to me, I did not pick up from your post at all XD

I'll make a reply now

Underrated and Overrated Video Games

@Dynamo Frokane

I love Demon's Souls too. World and Character tendency make it a chore to try and platinum, though. Not to mention the smithing mechanics *shudder* Spent more time bladestone grinding than soul grinding.

Underrated and Overrated Video Games

I wouldn't exactly say 'underrated' but why is the general consensus that Dark Souls 2 was a terrible game?

It's the worst Souls game. Fine. People might not have enjoyed it if they were comparing it to the far superior DS1. Dandy.

But a terrible game? Like...how can you think this is a terrible game? It's great! If Dark Souls 1 had never come out, name one issue with this game. You can't, because every complaint I've seen towards it compares it to Dark Souls. Dark Souls is a better game. Of course. I'm not an idiot.

Now compare those same issues to...i don't know...Ocarina Of Time. Suddenly Dark Souls doesn't seem so piss-easy just because it was more newb-friendly than the first one. It doesn't seem so 'broken' just because the mechanics and balance were tweaked so rolling's now more useful, and parrying isn't, when compared to Zelda's hitboxes. And the level designs no longer seems so bad just because DS1 has some of the best lvel designs of all time.

Dark Souls 2 is a bad sequel? Sure, I won't argue with you.

Dark Souls 2 is a bad game? Fight me.

The Australos Fight Camp

Your post's a bit hard to decipher. Did Devlin do anything wrong besides show up at the gates?

The Australos Fight Camp

Basic Information
Name: 'Rags', of the Western Valleys
Aliases: scarecrow, devil child, the cannibal.
Sex: Female
Age: Fifteen
Class: Scavenger

Brief Description
Height And Build: Small, hunched stature. Lean and wiry.
Skin Tone: Tanned and burned from sun overexposure, and eternally bruised. Marred with dirt that no cleaning could ever wash off.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black

Equipment

Rags wears nothing but a very immodest yet warm pelt made from the hide of mountain goats and one mountain lion, which was her 'coming of age' kill. In terms of weapons, she has a stone dagger with a handle made smooth by repeated use, as well as a tapered-edged stone bludgeoning tool halfway between a club and an axe.

Though she will be given her own small sword to train with.

Combat Abilities

People may say that her teacher fights "like a feral cave-lion" as a compliment until they see Rags fight and realize that fighting like a wild, untrained animal might not be the best thing, because Rags' combat style is halfway between 'wolf' and 'bull ape wildly swinging a stick'. Though she is strong, savage, and if she actually manages to pin you, might do something very regrettable to anything within range of her teeth, even a desert-dweller with a basic grasp of swordplay can best her with ease in her current state. That said she is an intelligent girl and a very quick learner.

Backstory

In this cruel world, the strong took from the weak, and this often had bad outcomes for the weak. But those who didn't die fled to anywhere with less competition. Knowing that society, hierarchy and even too many humans in the same spot would cause history to repeat, the strong to rise up and the weak to be oppressed again, the People of the Mountains and Valleys stuck together in small groups no greater than six, and only one man was permitted per group. They hunted with their intelligence, and passed down the techniques of traps, snares, and primitive stone weapons to their offspring, but with less education, the intelligence diminished until the People of the Mountains died out from dehydration and the People of the Valleys were nothing but small tribes of hunter-gatherers, receded to cavemen, albeit cavemen with language, wells and technology, and the tales passed down on rules to survive, to repeat the sins of the past.

To the mountainous range to the West of the known world, food was growing scarce, and the People of the Western Valley developed cannibalistic tendencies, and fought with and ate their rival tribes of six or less. They had rediscovered war. And as such, learned that besides hunting, they needed to teach themselves how to fight fellow humans, developing their own unique and feral brand of combat. 'Rags' was born into this era, a girl trained to speak and hunt and fight and to not repeat the sins of the past, and that was all she knew.

But these skills didn't serve them well when her tribe ventured too far into the desert planes at the wrong time, and encountered a group of real fighters, with real combat training and real, metal weapons. The rest of Rags' tripe was wiped out but she was captured. They could use her. They could train her to fight in their style, and when she was old enough, this tanned, unusual girl would be coveted for her uniqueness, and men would fight over the right to marry her. Of course, she was too naive to realize what an honor it was to be chosen, to be taught by the woman who was to be her teacher...

New to Arena. Looking for tutorial.

@Liliya

Sure!

That'd also mean that in the time since, Rags has at least been taught which end of a sword is which.

New to Arena. Looking for tutorial.

Basic Information
Name: 'Rags', of the Western Valleys
Aliases: scarecrow, devil child, the cannibal.
Sex: Female
Age: Fifteen
Class: Scavenger

Brief Description
Height And Build: Small, hunched stature. Lean and wiry.
Skin Tone: Tanned and burned from sun overexposure, and eternally bruised. Marred with dirt that no cleaning could ever wash off.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black

Equipment

Rags wears nothing but a very immodest yet warm pelt made from the hide of mountain goats and one mountain lion, which was her 'coming of age' kill. In terms of weapons, she has a stone dagger with a handle made smooth by repeated use, as well as a tapered-edged stone bludgeoning tool halfway between a club and an axe.

Though she will be given her own small sword to train with.

Combat Abilities

People may say that her teacher fights "like a feral cave-lion" as a compliment until they see Rags fight and realize that fighting like a wild, untrained animal might not be the best thing, because Rags' combat style is halfway between 'wolf' and 'bull ape wildly swinging a stick'. Though she is strong, savage, and if she actually manages to pin you, might do something very regrettable to anything within range of her teeth, even a desert-dweller with a basic grasp of swordplay can best her with ease in her current state. That said she is an intelligent girl and a very quick learner.

Backstory

In this cruel world, the strong took from the weak, and this often had bad outcomes for the weak. But those who didn't die fled to anywhere with less competition. Knowing that society, hierarchy and even too many humans in the same spot would cause history to repeat, the strong to rise up and the weak to be oppressed again, the People of the Mountains and Valleys stuck together in small groups no greater than six, and only one man was permitted per group. They hunted with their intelligence, and passed down the techniques of traps, snares, and primitive stone weapons to their offspring, but with less education, the intelligence diminished until the People of the Mountains died out from dehydration and the People of the Valleys were nothing but small tribes of hunter-gatherers, receded to cavemen, albeit cavemen with language, wells and technology, and the tales passed down on rules to survive, to repeat the sins of the past.

To the mountainous range to the West of the known world, food was growing scarce, and the People of the Western Valley developed cannibalistic tendencies, and fought with and ate their rival tribes of six or less. They had rediscovered war. And as such, learned that besides hunting, they needed to teach themselves how to fight fellow humans, developing their own unique and feral brand of combat. 'Rags' was born into this era, a girl trained to speak and hunt and fight and to not repeat the sins of the past, and that was all she knew.

But these skills didn't serve them well when her tribe ventured too far into the desert planes at the wrong time, and encountered a group of real fighters, with real combat training and real, metal weapons. The rest of Rags' tripe was wiped out but she was captured. They could use her. They could train her to fight in their style, and when she was old enough, this tanned, unusual girl would be coveted for her uniqueness, and men would fight over the right to marry her. Of course, she was too naive to realize what an honor it was to be chosen, to be taught by the woman who was to be her teacher...