Nerendier said
You saw her post which was just "P" also right?
Also, I am a "he".
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MULTI_MEDIA_MAN said
Helluva post, star....
OKAY SO LEMME EXPLAIN THAT: I'm posting from my phone, I have absolutely no computer to post on. And for some reason, when I copy and paste things in to the text box on my phone's browser, the "Submit Post" button disappears. So I have to post something, then go to edit, then paste my RP post so I can submit it.
Walking in to the camp was interesting to say the least. This was in no way what Arianna was expecting the camp to be like. Where she expected a few tents, perhaps a few mercenaries from the group sitting around a campfire telling life stories or wife's tales, she found the start of a fight between two men. One was massive, and was kneeling with his back turned to a girl, doubled over in pain. The wall of a man was facing a much smaller opponent, who had his back turned to him, a bow drawn and ready in his hands.
There was all too much to take in at the moment, so she decided to not even try. Instead, in the heat of the moment, she noticed that she was still holding her stolen apple, which was still whole. Arianna decided that she should change that, noiselly biting in to the crisp flesh of the apple, tearing off a piece to chew on. She wiped away some of the apple's juices as one of the men who led her hear- the shorter one- began to explain the situation to the confused group.
Apparently, the girl hunched on the ground behind the mountain of a man had been defeated in a sparring match by her father, who was the one who had picked up the bow from the weapon rack. There was some misunderstanding, which caused the larger man to attack. Boy, some names would be helpful right now, Arianna thought. The Branded individuals were addressed, but not explained. "So, this is what you guys do for fun," she examined.
There was all too much to take in at the moment, so she decided to not even try. Instead, in the heat of the moment, she noticed that she was still holding her stolen apple, which was still whole. Arianna decided that she should change that, noiselly biting in to the crisp flesh of the apple, tearing off a piece to chew on. She wiped away some of the apple's juices as one of the men who led her hear- the shorter one- began to explain the situation to the confused group.
Apparently, the girl hunched on the ground behind the mountain of a man had been defeated in a sparring match by her father, who was the one who had picked up the bow from the weapon rack. There was some misunderstanding, which caused the larger man to attack. Boy, some names would be helpful right now, Arianna thought. The Branded individuals were addressed, but not explained. "So, this is what you guys do for fun," she examined.
Psyker Landshark said
Yo, is Purrfect here? Kinda left the bandits in his/her control.
She hasn't posted on this thread yet. I'd shoot him/her a PM.
I'm dead, was among more of the more prominent thoughts that ran through Arianna's head. I'mdeadI'mdeadI'mdeadI'mdeadI'mdead. Her pulse pounded so hard that she could barely hear the first man as he turned around and caught her stealing. She tried to break through the constant loop of "I'm dead" in her mind. Breath, she told herself. Breath. Calm down. Listen. Lie. You've gotten out of worse. By the time she had calmed down enough to hear anything, the second man had turned around as well. The man was talking, too, probably scolding her, evident by his serious face. The man frowned, and with a final calming breath, Arianna could begin to focus on what the man was saying to her.
"We're actually part of the mercenary company helpin' out here," the second man informed her. "If you join up with us, you can get plenty of those, and a whole lot more" He gestured to the bag of apples, and at the mention of even more food, Arianna's mouth watered. Her stomach made a small noise, and she covered it shyly in an attempt to quiet it down.
"Ya just have to be able to wield some sort of weapon and not kill yourself or everything around you, really," the man continued. "I'm sure our commander wouldn't be too upset at training a newcomer." It became apparent to Arianna that she was being offered a job. She was definitely in need of one. And the offer of food was all she needed to agree to it. And not just apples. As she examined the two men, sizing them up in case they had more devious intentions, she had surveyed what she could see within the bags they were carrying. Corn, eggs, bread, all sorts of things. But the best of it all? A big, fat, plump chicken. The beautiful sight threatened to make her faint.
Before she knew what she was doing, she had found herself nodding at the offer. "Y-Yeah, absolutely!" She straightened her posture and put her fists on her hips, apple still in hand. "I'm good with an axe, actually. The best!" She exclaimed with confidence. However, chopping wood was the extent of her training, if you could even call it that.
"We're actually part of the mercenary company helpin' out here," the second man informed her. "If you join up with us, you can get plenty of those, and a whole lot more" He gestured to the bag of apples, and at the mention of even more food, Arianna's mouth watered. Her stomach made a small noise, and she covered it shyly in an attempt to quiet it down.
"Ya just have to be able to wield some sort of weapon and not kill yourself or everything around you, really," the man continued. "I'm sure our commander wouldn't be too upset at training a newcomer." It became apparent to Arianna that she was being offered a job. She was definitely in need of one. And the offer of food was all she needed to agree to it. And not just apples. As she examined the two men, sizing them up in case they had more devious intentions, she had surveyed what she could see within the bags they were carrying. Corn, eggs, bread, all sorts of things. But the best of it all? A big, fat, plump chicken. The beautiful sight threatened to make her faint.
Before she knew what she was doing, she had found herself nodding at the offer. "Y-Yeah, absolutely!" She straightened her posture and put her fists on her hips, apple still in hand. "I'm good with an axe, actually. The best!" She exclaimed with confidence. However, chopping wood was the extent of her training, if you could even call it that.
MULTI_MEDIA_MAN said
... but translating that into an active, live effect is a bit difficult.
Exactly, that's what I'm having trouble with. I know that Dancers can use swords (at least in Awakening they could) but they were sooooooo weak. So y'know, they were in the back, yeah. What I'm coming up with is: the Dancer could do whatever on whoever, and said whoever could go godmod for like three posts (or so). Just brainstorming here though.
OH, uhm, question: How would a bard/dancer work in this RP from a combat standpoint? They look like they would be fun to roleplay as, but since combat is obviously going to be different from the games, they seem like they would be next to useless.
Post~. Thank you for starting the IC Tentacle ^_^
Arianna tries to steal an apple from Barst and Ersehk. Ooh.
Arianna tries to steal an apple from Barst and Ersehk. Ooh.
The afternoon sun just peaked over the building, penetrating the shadowy alley Arianna was sleeping in. As the light rested on her face, her eyelids fluttered at an attempt to sweep the sunlight out of her face. Eventually, the sun dragged her from sleep. She sat up and yawned, stretching out an amazing ache in her back. She stood up, adjusting her clothes. After her outfit was adjusted, her next priority became apparent: food. Her stomach groaned, begging for breakfast. Arianna covered it with her hands and moaned. "I knew I should have taken the food from Mr. Goyle," she thought aloud. Mr. Goyle was an employer she had, a rich old man who preferred the less fortunate side of town. She would help him maintain his house, him being too old for the work, and in exchange, she would get 3 meals a day. If she preferred, however, she could exchange her meal for a bath. She always regretted the decision, but the hot water was always so inviting.
Her stomach growled again, this time louder. She needed to get some food before she woke the whole town up. As she began to walk out of the alleyway, she noticed a couple of people carrying marketplace bags walking down the streets. She retracted back in to the alleyway and pressed herself on to the wall to keep herself hidden. She watched the small group go by: two men, one scrawny, looking to be barely able to carry the bags, and the other shorter, but obviously more physically capable. With them also was a saddled pegasi. Then, she noticed a bag, which contained one of the most beautiful sight she had ever seen in a very long while. Crisp, crunchy, sweet, delicious bright red apples! That would do well to quell her hunger, at least until Mr. Goyle woke up.
Now was the harder part: stealing one of those tasty red orbs. The tall, scrawny boy hadn't phased her. The shorter, more built man was more of a threat. Arianna would be in a lot of trouble if she were to be caught by him. Her stomach moaned, and she growled at it in return. "Quiet," she commanded it. She decided to risk stealing from them. After all, who would miss just one apple? She jogged out of the alleyway and speed walked behind them. Once she was right behind them, she focused on the bag of apples. One sat perfectly on the brim of the bag, begging Arianna to take it. On the back swing of the bag, she stretched her hand out, the apple almost rolling in to her hand. She smiled in triumph. However, as she reeled in her prize, her stomach let out a betraying roar. Her body tensed, but she kept walking. Get out of there! she thought to herself, but her body kept moving behind them in embarrassment and fear.
Her stomach growled again, this time louder. She needed to get some food before she woke the whole town up. As she began to walk out of the alleyway, she noticed a couple of people carrying marketplace bags walking down the streets. She retracted back in to the alleyway and pressed herself on to the wall to keep herself hidden. She watched the small group go by: two men, one scrawny, looking to be barely able to carry the bags, and the other shorter, but obviously more physically capable. With them also was a saddled pegasi. Then, she noticed a bag, which contained one of the most beautiful sight she had ever seen in a very long while. Crisp, crunchy, sweet, delicious bright red apples! That would do well to quell her hunger, at least until Mr. Goyle woke up.
Now was the harder part: stealing one of those tasty red orbs. The tall, scrawny boy hadn't phased her. The shorter, more built man was more of a threat. Arianna would be in a lot of trouble if she were to be caught by him. Her stomach moaned, and she growled at it in return. "Quiet," she commanded it. She decided to risk stealing from them. After all, who would miss just one apple? She jogged out of the alleyway and speed walked behind them. Once she was right behind them, she focused on the bag of apples. One sat perfectly on the brim of the bag, begging Arianna to take it. On the back swing of the bag, she stretched her hand out, the apple almost rolling in to her hand. She smiled in triumph. However, as she reeled in her prize, her stomach let out a betraying roar. Her body tensed, but she kept walking. Get out of there! she thought to herself, but her body kept moving behind them in embarrassment and fear.
Another reminder for you Tentacle: We are still in need of an IC post.
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