Braden heard the first arrow whistle by just behind him, then felt the second sink into his back. He tumbled forward, crashing into the edge of the fountain. Again his mind was sending off alarms about the pain, but he knew there was nothing there. Well that wasn't totally true; there was an arrow in his back that was sending shivers down his spine. His armor had done next to nothing, he could feel the unholiness radiating off the arrow, and it had nailed him in his vitals for a crit. All told, he was so close to half health that a butterknife could have put him there.
Receiving the elf's message, he looked at his health once more. "Duel. Concede," he declared aloud. The system handled the rest, declaring Daeris Shadowleaf the winner and allowing his health to begin recovering from being in the town. "Congrats," he replied to Daeris. He could see the guards approaching, so he worked fast. WIth the duel over, the arrow in his back vanished. Relieved of that hindrance, he stopped by the now uncrowded NPC for the quest (all the players had either been watching the fight or moved away to avoid it).
"You've got a quest, right? What do you need? And please make it fast." Not as though an NPC could-
"Five pheasant talons. Good luck."
A small bell announced that he had the quest. He was surprised, but he took off running for the pheasant fields. Convenient system, he thought as he ran. Now where did that elf go? Immediately after thinking that, he wondered why. But she was a good shot; it had only taken her one to get the aim right, and the second had been murder.
TaroAndSelia
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STATUS: As Spring grows, so too does the itch to dream, to imagine, and to create. 7 yrs ago
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As Spring grows, so too does the itch to dream, to imagine, and to create.
7 yrs ago
It's Christmas time! Put up the lights, and hold up your light! #LightTheWorld
7 yrs ago
And it's impossible to edit a status. Wonderful. I meant to say my hard drive is down; I'm working out of a flash drive now.
7 yrs ago
Whoops. That's one flash drive destroyed. Kids, take good care of your toys! For those concerned, thank you! I don't have any storage, but I do have access to a browser; roleplaying continues!
7 yrs ago
Driving on my lunch break when a random kid on the sidewalk yells, "It's the internet man! Hi internet man!" Spend the rest of Monday feeling like a champ.
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*Picks up the profile*
*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*
*Blows off a mountain of dust*
Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!
Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.
Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty:
I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.
My favorite settings would be:
High Fantasy
Modern Fantasy
Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)
I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.
Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!)
I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.
I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.
I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.
What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.
And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.
Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!
-Taro
*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*
*Blows off a mountain of dust*
Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!
Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.
Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty:
I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.
My favorite settings would be:
High Fantasy
Modern Fantasy
Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)
I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.
Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!)
I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.
I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.
I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.
What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.
And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.
Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!
-Taro
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DraconianBlade said
Well see, because she's quite selfless she doesn't care for how Treíko acts to her, but other people. I think. I'm imagining Treíko's reaction to hearing that..... hehe...
Brilliantly said. Sir, I salute you.
For all the love he shows her, she doesn't approve of him very much. This should prove interesting.
3. Literacy is highly recommended and preferred.
Can someone read this for me?
Okay, probably a bad joke. I was just re-reading the rules and wondered why I missed the chance the first time through.
Braden let the cart crash into the building as the archer cut left. He was a dozen paces behind her now, and gaining ever so slightly the longer she went thanks to his being Nimble. She could turn and set up for one shot before he would crash into her, sword leading. Or she could continue to run away until he caught her. Braden was completely confident in his victory.
Until he noticed the guards ahead of them. She'd run not only away from Braden, but toward a pair of very unhappy-looking guards. Braden pulled up short and started running the other way, letting the elf go and trying to find cover. "Going to let others fight your battles, are you?" he messaged Daeris. Truthfully, though, he didn't fault her for it. He had stolen a cart to gain an upper hand, and now she was using that to his disadvantage.
He had no cover, not for many long steps. The best he had was an all-out sprint to reach the fountain; he couldn't even use people anymore since the crowd was avoiding the pair and their duel. But he wouldn't reach it in time. His path was at a small angle from where Daeris had been standing, so she might get the lead wrong or even drop the arrow short. Now was the time to find out just how good a shot she was. Three arrows was all she needed to win this duel, two if one of them was critical.
Until he noticed the guards ahead of them. She'd run not only away from Braden, but toward a pair of very unhappy-looking guards. Braden pulled up short and started running the other way, letting the elf go and trying to find cover. "Going to let others fight your battles, are you?" he messaged Daeris. Truthfully, though, he didn't fault her for it. He had stolen a cart to gain an upper hand, and now she was using that to his disadvantage.
He had no cover, not for many long steps. The best he had was an all-out sprint to reach the fountain; he couldn't even use people anymore since the crowd was avoiding the pair and their duel. But he wouldn't reach it in time. His path was at a small angle from where Daeris had been standing, so she might get the lead wrong or even drop the arrow short. Now was the time to find out just how good a shot she was. Three arrows was all she needed to win this duel, two if one of them was critical.
I thought she was talking about Treíko.
"Not in the slightest," was Braden's reply to the PM. He had what he needed already. A shield vendor had his cart parked on the corner between the market and the plaza. Braden hit the side of the stall at a full run and kept pushing. The wheels were hesitant to go, but he'd added enough force that he was off and running with it before the vendor could try to stop him.
Now with a mobile barrier in front of him, Braden charged straight at the archer. She was cutting toward the building behind her, trying to get up to the roof. Braden couldn't have that; he steered for her heels, coming from directly behind her with the intent to run her over. He blew right past players whining about gold. She might reach the building first, but she wouldn't have time to climb up before he was on top of her. Now Braden drew his sword, keeping his left hand on the cart for steering.
Now with a mobile barrier in front of him, Braden charged straight at the archer. She was cutting toward the building behind her, trying to get up to the roof. Braden couldn't have that; he steered for her heels, coming from directly behind her with the intent to run her over. He blew right past players whining about gold. She might reach the building first, but she wouldn't have time to climb up before he was on top of her. Now Braden drew his sword, keeping his left hand on the cart for steering.
Yep. I did that on purpose. Do you like it, then?
*Bows* You're quite welcome.
The elf bolted as soon as she hit accept. Braden laughed; she wasn't completely stupid. But he would be if he tried to follow. He was running perpendicular to her path, diving into the gap between two buildings as the timer reached zero. He rolled and came up to his feet, his sword still in its sheath. Now he had time to plan.
The elf had run for the less crowded side of the plaza, away from the pheasant grounds. There would undoubtedly be streets leading him around to get behind her, but that would offer him even less cover and she would be watching. No, he needed something better. Braden threw his gaze about the plaza in front of him, but found nothing that may help.
Turning to look down the alley behind him, a grin spread across his face. There was exactly what he needed sitting there. He ran ahead to the next street--the market street, lined with vendors and their stalls and a swarm of players purchasing items.
The elf had run for the less crowded side of the plaza, away from the pheasant grounds. There would undoubtedly be streets leading him around to get behind her, but that would offer him even less cover and she would be watching. No, he needed something better. Braden threw his gaze about the plaza in front of him, but found nothing that may help.
Turning to look down the alley behind him, a grin spread across his face. There was exactly what he needed sitting there. He ran ahead to the next street--the market street, lined with vendors and their stalls and a swarm of players purchasing items.
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