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Hey, are you guys going to follow the instructions above in the pirate pad? I'd like to read what your characters are doing during the campfire scene.
Hey, are you guys going to follow the instructions above in the pirate pad? I'd like to read what your characters are doing during the campfire scene.
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Captain Cedric D. Boone - Cannon Castle II
Cedric looked on as a single cannon flew overhead landing in the ocean behind them. That was very troublesome.
When they docked, Boone quietly told his crew, "Careful, we don't know how many there are here." Soon after, a crowd of men arrived touting pirate gear and many with altered marine jackets. The most interesting thing was their leader who challenged the group to a test of skill...that or being promptly destroyed right here and now.
"You push a hard bargain!" Boone yelled out toward the muscled man. He paused for a moment to think it over as everyone waited attentively. There was only one appropriate response, "WE ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE, SIR!" Come hell or high water they would get through this together. Along with their newly acquired allies it felt like anything was possible. Provided they didn't have another more sneaky plan in mind.
Cedric turned toward Runch with a confident grin, "Are you with us captain cereal maker?" Whatever contests they would undergo, Cedric knew they had the skill set need to overcome them.
I'm going to update my post tomorrow. People want some action so I will recap the the rp elements of your characters interactions. I would like everyone to post in the pirate pad what their character is doing at the campfire and what they are talking about so I can update the post with that information.
It may be good to do a pirate pad for the group to ask questions and respond to one another quickly. This will be a lot of getting to know one another and will be fun for roleplay purposes. Enjoy my friends here is the pad http://piratepad.net/bK7bJFSmeo
Reign: Kingdom Come
Chapter 2:A - The Camp
With their newest traveling companion accompanying them, the group set out deeper into the forest. They were compelled by a sense of adventure, lost comrades, duty, and a need to belong. No one was sure of what lay ahead, but they could all feel something in the air. The Glittering Wood felt like it was breathing on them as they walked, deeper, deeper, deeper still.
The tracks of a large group continued down their path. Lorenzo led them slowly gaining his confidence back. As the wind rustled through the trees he felt a sense of vigor that had not been with him for some time. Even Martydom playfully ran around the leaves, excited for something.
Bastian's hands began to feel very warm as the wind touched his flesh. It was something he had not felt since he had held his sweet, kind mother in his arms. Oh how he missed her! He knew he would return one day to free her.
Marque felt like dancing down the path himself, the air kindled his performing passions like wind on a flame. Even finding his teacher did not seem like such an arduous task at this point. He was as light as a feather.
Speaking of, Favian felt his hand move towards his precious lute. A song was rising in his soul and he was compelled to sing aloud. Of hope, of a new start. Confidence hit him and he felt ready to get to know his new companions.
Despite the trials that Col went through, the breeze washed over his scars and gave him a profound sense of peace. In his soul he received the profound impression that Rolfe was still alive. He could not point to what gave him it, but it felt like it originated from the wood itself. Merlin held his head higher then usual as well.
Time moved at a brisk pace for them. None felt weary. Hours passed them by and the sun began to dip below the horizon. The outdoorsmen of the group knew now was the time to set up camp and have a meal. Perhaps they could all discover the group they travelled with in the leafy Autumn clearing. It had gotten more chilly. Fortunately they had flint and steal with all the wood they could need.
The fire burned bright in the leafy dark wood illuminating the faces of the adventurers. They each took out some rations for sustenance and heated them up on the fire. The Hermit also enjoyed a portion with the others. Once they were filled they began to do all that was on their hearts.
Marque took it upon himself to inquire The Hermit about crafting a short play. Accompanied by his fanciful lute of course. The Hermit readily agreed, delighted to be included. For a couple of hours Marque improvised scenes using his masks to convey multiple characters. The Hermit played beautiful melodies synchronized to Marque's performances. It was a powerful sight to behold. Here they were, two newly met companions performing stirring scenes without prior knowledge of one another. Martyrdom managed to get in the way of Marque a few times, but being the improviser he was, Marque brought the clumsy dog into the scene.
Bastian tended to his patient's legs and did what he could with his limited understanding. His hands still felt warm so he made sure to press them against Lorenzo's legs to see if anything would come of it. Bastian did hear the music and spoken word of the performing duo, but most of his attention was on his patient. A fine physician's assistant indeed.
Lorenzo sat on a log, took out his art supplies and began to paint the wood around him. The trees were illuminated by the campfire which made for some beautiful inspiration. He even incorporated Marque's performance into the painting by having his shadow appear in it while leaping about. Lorenzo couldn't remember the last time he painted with such feeling. He wished for this moment to stay forever. Bastian's hands were busy with Lorenzo's paralyzed lower half. For a brief moment he thought he perceived a jolt from one of his legs..but that must have been his imagination. Martyrdom tried to follow Marque's movements and unintentionally got in the performer's way multiple times. To Lorenzo, he appeared to be having a grand time.
Col took out his short sword and began to clean it with some cloth. He also looked over his leather armor for any wear and tear. Finding none, he listened to the performances of his two companions. Had they met before? They worked so well together he could scarcely believe they had not practiced beforehand. Seeing that Lorenzo was well looked after, Col began to read one of the survival books Rolfe had given to him. It helped to reinforce his knowledge about living in the wood.
One by one they fell asleep. It was a peaceful slumber. Lorenzo was the first to fall, then Bastian soon after. Marque was next followed by Favian. Col knew they needed to have a first watch and took the role. A few more hours passed as the fire dwindled into mere embers. The trials of the day swirled through Col's mind as he struggled to stay awake. He nearly sank into slumber when suddenly he heard a far off howl. He immediately went for his sword and stood upright. Some of the others began to stir as more howls echoed through the night. The Wolfborn were on the prowl.
Those who were awake heard movement in the distance. The crunch of leaves and rustling of brush. It was hard to discern which direction or how many of them there were, but they sounded large, and fast. Time was of the essence.. their campfire barely held a flame as a howl erupted a mere 15 yards away.
Captain Cedric D. Boone - Cannon Castle I
Captain Boone eyed the new island with a wide grin on his face. Would this be the start of their exciting journey in the Grand Line? One could only imagine what kind it would turn out to be. Whoever flew this jolly roger would be their next encounter. Who could it be? How strong were they really? He'd never seen that flag flown before, and he was certain his crew hadn't either. Perhaps Runch had seen it before?
Cedric called behind him to the following ship, "Captain Runch! Have you seen that flag before?!" He spoke loud enough that they would be able to hear him. If anyone knew amongst their group, the tasty cereal maker K. Runch would.
He then called out the standard orders his crew would undergo before setting anchor off of a new island. The repairs were mostly done, but there still was some superficial damage to the deck. When they got even closer Cedric used his eyeglass to scout ahead for anything of note. People, cannons and possible pathways for their ship or crew to travel.
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