Skwint

~The Last Star~

I think I may be interested if you still need another somebody.

Reign: Kingdom Come

Bastian Felstead

At the sight of the figure, Bastian became anxious. He had seen this tactic before. One man halts the party while the rest ambush them from the trees. While it wasn't a guarantee that his was, indeed, such an ambush, the possibility could not be discounted. If it were an attack, they were well and truly done for. The only one among them that was capable of combat was himself and the squire, but Bastian did not have a weapon. Not to mention they would have to try to protect Lorenzo as well, though the horse he was on could easily be commanded to run away. Bastian stuck close to Lorenzo. The health and well-being of his patient was his primary concern, as it should be.

Gear

Blanket
5 days of rations (just in case)
Flask
Flint and Steel
Kindling
Rope
Knife
Cloak
Medical Bag

The Crystal's Call

"Yeah. Safely," Damien muttered getting to his feet and rubbing his sore backside.

This newcomer was rather off-putting. The dirty, bloody dress and lack of shoes did not make him feel any better about her despite the fact that she seemed to be their only source of information on this.. Astoria. The Asian offered her a pair of shoes and one of the blondes offered her a jacket, but something told him she would not bother to accept them. Whoever the bizarre stranger was, she had yet to even introduce herself. One of the blondes, whose name was apparently Morie though this was likely a nickname, was the first to outright demand information. Damien figured the aggressive looking redhead would have been the first, but nothing about any of this was anywhere close to normal.

"I'm with the blonde. Who are you and where are we? More importantly, how do we get back?"

The Crystal's Call

Yard work: one of the unfortunate aspects of owning a home. Since Damien lived alone, he had no choice but to do it all himself. After eating a nice big breakfast he went to his room and got himself dressed. The outfit of the day would be an old pair of sneakers, jeans, and a plain white t-shirt; as well as his signature wristband of course. There's was no need to dress up when doing yard work. Who were you trying to impress? The grass and the leaves?

Behind Damien's home lies an old shed where all of the necessary equipment and resources were located. It was filled with way too much stuff. Charlie obviously never took the time to clean it out. After opening the creaky old door Damien stepped inside and began attempting to locate a shears to use on the unruly hedges. Eventually he managed to find it... All the way on the back wall past the gauntlet of yard care appliances. With a sigh Damien pushed forward. Having to step around, over, and beside many unusually shaped things, sometimes all at once, seemed more exhausting then the simple yard work he wanted to accomplish. Damien had made it about halfway through the shed when the door slammed shut.

With door shut, Damien was now in complete darkness. The shed had no internal light source of its own, relying completely on natural light from the outside, or a portable source of light that whoever entered would bring with them. Now he was trapped in a shed filled with an assortment of blades, rough edges, and sharp corners with no way to tell where any of them may be hiding. Well, no one was going to come for him any time soon. He would just have to try to make his way back through the darkness to get to the door. Damien managed to take three steps before tripping.

During the quick, yet somehow eternal, journey to the floor he had now involuntarily embarked on, Damien was certain he was a goner. There was no telling what he might land on, or hit his head, or what might fall and land on him. After all he had been through he was going to be killed by a dirty hoe. Or a rake. Maybe an axe. Perhaps the shears would fall off the wall and stab him. Damien screwed his eyes shut and braced himself for impact. What a way die.

Except he didn't die. He was still falling. Surely he would have hit the floor by now. How could he still be falling? No sooner than after the duration of his fall had entered his mind did he finally hit the ground. Damien groaned and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw were three other people who appeared about his age. There was a blonde, a redhead, and some Asian dude. He quickly sat up and looked around before addressing the trio before him.

"Hi, guys," he said casually. "So, um, what just happened? Where am I? And how did I get here?"

The Crystal's Call

Had trouble coming up with an entrance that was equal parts unique and amusing. I think I got something though.

LANTERN (redux)

I may quite possible be interested. Zeroes to heroes is always a fun time.

Bloodborne roleplay?

INTERESTED!

I love bloodborne.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

@ClocktowerEchos

That Thresh though. You even used his little theme song. You better do him justice. He's my go-to support.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Everyone is making their characters. I can't help but get the feeling that I should get my lazy ass in gear.

Reign: Kingdom Come

Bastian Felstead

As much as he disapproved of all this, Bastian had no choice. He was a physician, and he had an obligation to his patient. Hopefully this little escapade didn't take too long. It wasn't unusually for him to sometimes be away for a couple days when dealing with more serious cases of injury or illness, so his wife wouldn't immediately become worried. But still, he didn't like gallivanting off on some grand adventure without at least telling her.

After gathering all the supplies he believed he would need, he joined the others.

"I am ready."

Gear

Blanket
5 days of rations (just in case)
Flask
Flint and Steel
Kindling
Rope
Knife
Cloak
Medical Bag