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Let's Go Save the Princess!

This is turning into a mob pretty fast.

Caravan: Resurrection

Yvette merely nodded towards each person that greeted her as she passed by. Her little inspection didn't take very long, maybe only a few minutes, but there was no space to speak while she was on board. As she emerged from the storage room, she looked just as stern as she did going in. "All clear," She assured Zay, turning to look towards the table where the cards were splayed out. She smiled for a brief moment and made her way towards the door. Before leaving through, she stopped and looked over Team Centaurus one last time. "Fresh faces. If anything happens to them, I won't go easy on you, Copp." Yvette patted the Captain's head sarcastically and made her way out of the cart, to which Zay reacted with a wide roll of his eyes.

"Nothing's going down on my watch."

"I'd hope so!" Yvette hopped down from the Caravan and signaled Marilyn that she was clear to go. The massive iron gate before her slowly began to rise, leaving just enough room to clear Centaurus' departure. "Safe tidings, Centaurus!" With a jostle of the reigns, Marilyn got the Venbu moving almost immediately. Centaurus darted out into the wilds, leaving Yvette and her two assistants behind to keep watch of the gateway.

"Miss Eridal," Lucas began to speak, "Was that the last Caravan Headed to the south?"

"It was, Lucas," She responded curtly while glossing over a copy of Centaurus' mission report, "Don't worry. It's a simple supply check. They're taking the safest route."

"They seemed green-"

"You didn't even get a look into the cart."

"That pilot, I meant. She looked like the type to fall over at the behest of a small breeze." Yvette sighed.

"That's none of your concern. We can't show concern for every single knight that shows signs of weakness. If she didn't have the qualifications to be on the road, she would have never made Second Lieutenant." Lucas wanted to say something more, but simply nodded. "Captain Copp is in charge of Centaurus, and it's not entirely composed of newbies. There's no need for a rear escort."

"You're just going to leave them to the wilds, then?"

"Hopefully they can manage. We're booked too tightly to be escorting every last greenhorn that signs up with the knights, Lucas." Lucas nodded again and smiled.

"I suppose it's best for them to learn from experience." Yvette looked at Lucas and chuckled.

"You're too much like Father Exodar. The Paladins cannot save everyone." She checked something off on her clipboard and returned to the nearby building. Lucas smiled to himself.

"I take that as a compliment, Miss."

Caravan Centaurus was finally out of the Nation, taking their first steps into the wild. The Caravan began to pick up pace rather quickly, but the inner quarters were very well supported. It almost felt like nothing, despite the fact that they were moving over 40 mph by now. "Ah," Zay started, "Finally back outside. Wonderful!" He made his way out of the Caravan, towards the roof. "Feel free to do as you please in there, it'll likely be quiet for a long while."

Let's Go Save the Princess!

A Good Boy

Bo Ophelious

Brash ♦ Bold ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Selfless ♦ Aloof ♦ Dishonest

Name

Bo Ophelious

Age

23

Physical Details

• Height - 5'10''
• Weight - 175 lbs
• Hair color - Red/Orange
• Eye color - Green
• Other details - Missing right eye, Has a crude tattoo of a dolphin on the back of his hand.

Personality

Bo sits somewhere between lovable idiot and total jackass. For a fisherman who spends so much time braving the seas, he cannot take anything seriously for the life of him. Considering his demeanor, it's pretty difficult to find Bo with anything other than a stupid smile smeared across his dumb face. But don't let that fool you, this guy's main prerogative in life is to be in control of everything. That's just the way he likes it. Fortunately for him most things end up going his way. For a loudmouthed ass hat, he's pretty good at baiting others into his pace, whether it's through conversation or some exotic spear-play.

Though Bo doesn't seem to care about anyone other than himself, he's quite kind to people who don't give him any reason not to be. It's a special type of kindness though, wherein he treats everyone like a child and maintains a very subtle aura of command. If somebody has to look out for the 'little people' it's definitely going to be the infamous fish-boy with a heart of copper and a tongue sharp enough to cut through paper. He's always looking out for others before looking out for himself.

What bothers Bo more than anything else is when people act like they're on top of the world. He's terrible at following orders, especially when those orders are stupid. This is pretty hypocritical of him and he knows it, but it doesn't stop the guy from dousing arrogant twats in a swathe of sarcasm and belittlement, all while wearing a smug little grin. On the opposite end of the spectrum, he is terrible at taking compliments, however rarely they might come his way. Rather than pump up his ego even more, getting complimented actually makes him doubt himself and stumble over his own words like there's a wad of cotton lodged in his mouth. The more sincere and personal the compliment, the worse it is. Bo is especially bad at dealing with women who don't hate him. He's no stranger to rejection or negativity - It's almost like he sustains himself on it - but when it comes to flirting, he might as well be an Oyster. Even if that's the case, he's always fantasized about being somebody's prince charming. Of course, he'd never admit it.

Class

Sea Lancer

Strengths

Bo has exceptional balance and excels at activities like acrobatics, climbing, handling large weapons, and swimming. With his lithe body frame and ability to handle pressure without much trouble, this fisherman keeps himself in one piece by shifting the tides of life in his favor. While he can't create water on his own, Bo can freely control liquids around himself as long as their volume is roughly 90% H2O or more. This doesn't work on water in the human body, or that of any living thing. Combining his attributes together, Bo's a tricky son of a bitch on his own, even more so if he's anywhere near a lake. Even a shallow puddle would allow him to pull off some nifty shenanigans.

Weaknesses

Despite his inherent agility and quick wit, Bo is built like a toothpick and has almost no pain tolerance. He cannot take a hit to save his life and lacks the fortitude to keep moving efficiently if any part of his body is in pain. Although he puts on a brave face, this makes him terrified of little knives and projectiles, considering how quickly they move. The last thing he wants to put up with is a hole in his stomach. If that wasn't terrible enough, Bo does not like blood in the slightest. Even though it's mostly a liquid substance, he can't use his magic to drain corpses like a psychotic vampire, and if he ends up covered in too much of the stuff, he'll start to panic like crazy. He's also too carefree for his own good, but it usually doesn't matter too much.

What were you doing when the princess was kidnapped?

As a fishermen who practically supports his entire family by capturing uh, fish, Bo was present near Gardenia's annual festival with his cart full of various sea creatures. The people of this royal city couldn't get enough of his pristine product, especially since he brought them into the city live and fresh. Do you know how much a sea-food connoisseur will pay for a mussel if you polish the shell a little and say it's magical? Enough. With his occupation keeping him close to the castle at the time of the princess' unfortunate kidnapping, Bo was one of the first people to respond! He just wasn't... All that effective at doing anything productive to save her.

Let's Go Save the Princess!

Anyone else going for a hyper-cheery brawler by chance? Because I'm currently toying with a hyper-cheery and superbly innocent brawler.

Let's Go Save the Princess!

Also, a question. Since this is marked as small group, what is the sign up limit?

As much as a lot of people rping at once sounds great, having too many people will significantly increase the odds of death, and slow down posts quite a bit.

Let's Go Save the Princess!

Um

Pike can't die... permanently. He simply comes back to life, minutes later wherever he died, from even the most gruesome of endings without a scratch. That's right

Let's Go Save the Princess!

The simplicity of this idea makes me happy. I'll put up a CS soonish.

Caravan: Resurrection

"Take your options and shove them up your ass," Zay barked, placing four cards down. An obvious bluff, but the uncharacteristic ferocity in his eyes was a sight to behold. If he wasn't wearing a goody smile alongside it, it would've been hard to tell he was just messing around.

Their little card game went on for a while. Unfortunately, the time it took to reach the sunken ramparts wasn't nearly enough to break the social tension. Pyra, Lyullia and Marilyn hadn't participated in the games that followed. Marilyn especially was utterly silent for the entire trip, not that she could really step away from the Venbu for long. But she was within earshot, and the door to her seat was wide open. Maybe she was just anxious, or too dedicated to her duty, to interact with the rest of her team.

Upon reaching the Sunken ramparts, the crew was met with a familiar face. Lieutenant Colonel Yvette Eridal was the Knight in charge of inspection of Caravan's exiting through the Lion Gate today. Moments after the Venbu pulled them through the massive arch-way, they were stopped next to a stone-built checkpoint building, where the lady Colonel stood with her clipboard at the ready.

Zay looked over his shoulder at the giant metal gate that lead outside of the city and knew exactly what it meant. "Give me a minute," he whispered, placing his hand face down on the table before jumping out of his seat. Noru put his hand down as well and returned to his bunk.

"I'm done for now, anyways," he groaned, "I'm going to rest for the first stretch."

Outside of the Caravan, Yvette was already giving their Caravan a once over with the help of two assistant knights, one of whom was a Paladin. It was no ordinary paladin either, not that any of those holy freaks were ordinary in the slightest. For some reason or another, Major Lucas Brent was aiding Yvette with her inspections today. The other knight's face and armor weren't familiar. It was probably just a nameless newbie who was stuck on inspections. It wasn't uncommon at all, learning about Caravan's was an important procedure.

"Captain Copp," Yvette said sternly while the shirtless man stepped out onto the pilot's deck. He clung to the door's frame with one hand and hung behind Marilyn, smiling at Yvette as she greeted him. She was a rough woman, hardly anything to look at. Her dark hair was short, her jawline was sharp, and her purple eyes had a dangerous intensity to them. But she wasn't an imposing person, standing much shorter than most at only 5'1. But her voice commanded a great deal of attention. She wasn't somebody you wanted to disappoint, and unfortunately for Zay, she was the type with zero tolerance for people like him. But she knew Captain Copp better than most. Yvette understood his predicament and ideals, even if she didn't agree with them in the slightest. The colonel demonstrated some manner of respect for the way he presented himself. After all, she wasn't about to break her professional demeanor to belittle him. That would be a waste of time for both parties. "You're headed for Marrenfall, specifically the Candein Farmlands, correct?" She wrote something down as she spoke.

"That's right. My crew numbers 7, including myself."

"My records show six-"

"I added Daelin last minute. Your papers won't have anything about him, but I went through Sir Norwell to confirm. You can speak with him about it."

"I think I will." Yvette lowered his arms and reached into one pocket, pulling out a small glowing stone with red symbols etched into its side. They couldn't see what was happening, but those stones were a common tool in Thoris used for long distance communication, Psy Stones. Some worked far better than others, depending on the type of gemstone used for its core. The type Yvette used was the most powerful model. It was made with a ruby core, and could transmit psychic mana over 3 miles at the very least. Of course, those stones could only be used by people that could use psychic magic, but it didn't take too much mastery. Even better, you didn't need to have proficiency in psychic abilities to receive messages. You just needed to be touching a stone with the same frequency, set by the rune on its side. Yvette nodded to herself after about a minute, while Zay stood there blank-faced. He wasn't fond of those stupid little stones. You could never tell what the users were talking about without a matching stone. "That's fine," She finally said, softly. The two knights that gave their Caravan a once-over finally turned to Miss Eridal and nodded. She nodded back and quickly climbed up the front of the cart. "I just need to look inside, and then we're done here." Zay stood upright and stepped aside to let her through with a tired wave of his hand, but Marilyn did her best to not acknowledge the woman. Yvette was one scary lady.

Once she stepped inside however, she wasn't pleased with what she saw. Noru had met her before during inspection. That was part of the reason that he'd ditched the card game. Miss Eridal's eyebrows lowered slightly, but she kept her resentment to herself and closed her eyes. "Ladies, Gentlemen," she said quietly, moving past team Centaurus towards the storage bay. Zay slowly made his way back inside, and gave everyone a light shrug.

"I'm sure you've all heard of Miss Eridal," He quipped, resting himself in the door frame with both arms clasped to the top support.

Caravan: Resurrection

"Three 2s," Zay said quietly, placing his cards on the table. By now, their Caravan was nearing the edge of the commercial district. Noru didn't concern himself with the conversation happening across from him, and played his card quietly.

"One 3."

Caravan: Resurrection

"It's fine. There are only three kinds of people that make me angry in the world, Lieutenant; Liars, idiots, and murderers." He shook his head from side to side quickly and tapped the table. "Hurry up and pick a game! It'll be at least an hour before we reach the Sunken Ramparts." Noru rolled his eyes and smirked, eyeing Lyullia and Pyra. They seemed a little constrained, even more than he was. It served as a reminder to keep his composure tight, and undiminished. The dark haired Lieutenant straightened his back again and folded his hands together, waiting for the game to start.

* * *

Around that same time...
Arcadia - Ivory pillar, The Holy Chamber

Very few got a chance to step foot into the Paladin order's holiest chamber. It was a room of splendor and holiness from which the highest ranking Paladins organized their missions across Thoris, and spoke with Maeti himself. It was certainly the central hub for all things holy, but that whole shtick about being able to directly speak with god himself had never been true. It was a rumor in its entirety, one that the Paladin's themselves have denied. Exodar Ramsey has himself made it clear on multiple occasions that it is a nonsensical tale of wonderment brought up by children and fools. Many refuse to believe him, but with so many pressing matters to attend to as the head of the Paladin order, and the leading General of Arcadia's armies, Exodar allows the people to believe what they want. It doesn't harm the order, nor do they reap benefits from a few misguided children of god. The same could not be said for the offshoots of Maeti's following in Marrenfall. Those wretched churches have clung to that myth with gusto, claiming that Maeti communes with all Paladins. Prayers will be answered, wishes will be granted, wealth will come, sickness will go, all in exchange for prayer and reparations.... Drivel, the lot of it! It was a chain of nastiness that preyed on the weakness of Maeti's people. If relations between Arcadia and Marrenfall were not so important, Father Ramsey would have seen to the end of those terrible 'houses of god' himself ages ago!

"Father Ramsey," A woman called from the entryway of his holy chamber, slowly making her way across the red velvet carpet leading from the entrance, to Maeti's holy shrine at the room's other end. She wore a shimmering set of marked armor, bestowed to only the highest ranking Paladins of Arcadia's order. Silver plating covered every inch of her body, hiding all features beneath a sheen that refracted light brilliantly. "I've received word that the last of our Caravans are set to leave within the next two hours." Exodar was lost in thought. He knelt before the shrine to Maeti, donning his hefty golden armor with closed eyes and a puzzled look smeared across his face. The woman paused mid-way through the room, and rested herself on one of the stone pillars that lined each side of the velvet path. "Sir? did you hear me?" Exodar opened his eyes like he'd awoken from a dream.

"I heard you, Lisandra."

"Then will that be all?" Colonel Lisandra Birukov, Ramsey's personal assistant for lack of a better term, crossed her arms impatiently while she adjusted herself. The woman wasn't fond of the Paladin's garb. Most Paladin's weren't, but it was part of the job. Uniform was uniform, no matter your rank. "Will. That. Be. All?"

"Yes, yes! Bloody hell, woman, I don't need a scolding. I've enough on my mind."

"As per usual, sir." Lisandra turned away and began to make her way out of the chamber, when something forced her to turn back. Exodar was still hunched over with his back to her. "Sir, is there any particular reason you've wanted updates on Caravan activity, recently? Miss Eridal is overqualified in her management of the situation." Exodar sighed, and slowly rose to his feet.

"Lisandra, I'm a careful man. Thoris has become a right dreadful beast as of these past two decades." He turned towards her with a tired look in his eyes as he began making his way out of the room as well. He passed Lisandra as he spoke, and she began to follow him side-by-side. "Paladins have been dropping like flies, men and women die daily out in the wilds to threats that hadn't been so much of an issue for over 1000 years, and the king has been ever so persistent in reminding me of my failures. We've not recruited any new Paladins for two years, and those dreadful churches in Marrenfall continue to anger Maeti with their misdeeds." Lisandra kept one eye locked on Exodar's face through the slit in her helmet. The man's grey hair and gruff features only served to accentuate his stress. "On top of all of that, I'm supposed to be in charge of the entirety of Arcadia's military. My job doesn't demand much during times of peace, but I pay a tax - that in the form of my love for this Nation's people and her prosperity - a tax that weighs heavily on my conscience day in, and day out." He stopped suddenly at the chamber's exit and looked Lisandra dead in the eyes. "Is it then, so confusing, that I'd like to know when our people are being sent against the forces of nature?" He glared at her impatiently. There was a manner of doubt in Lisandra's heart to Exodar's true intentions. It didn't add up in her head.

"No sir," She gasped quietly. There was no reason to press the matter any further. Exodar was an overly kind man, and there was much that she didn't understand. Recently with all of the happenings in Arcadia, part of her could understand his unusual demeanor. It still bothered her to no end. Exodar sighed and walked off, leaving his assistant to think over his words. "Not at all..."