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It's an amusing rhyme. People often get it stuck in their... gizzards.
It's an amusing rhyme. People often get it stuck in their... gizzards.
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AGE OF DAWN: Tyrants Fall, Heroes Rise, Legends Begin
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Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
I'm very interested. A few questions, though - how exactly does the magic system work in this setting? And will players already be famous heroes, or are they just starting out?
"I love my job!" - Nick, on the prospect of facing a horde of zombies with a meat cleaver.
"Oh my god. You're enjoying this." - Someone else, in response to the above.
Name: Nick Eisenoff
Age: 28
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Allergies: Steak rub makes him hive up.
Scars/Tattoos: None, really.
Old Injuries: The only really relevant things are the ones that still effect how they move and function now.
Height/Weight: 5'9" and 170 pounds.
Health Conditions: In good physical condition. Hasn't found a psychiatrist to diagnose him yet, but he loves killing zombies way more than a normal person.
Skills: Melee combat and improvising weapons. He can't shoot worth a damn and has minimal survival skills, but he can massacre zombies with almost anything.
Hobbies: Pursuing ever more hilarious and creative zombie kills. Also baseball and Legos.
Fears: Spiders, dentists and heights. Shows an unhealthy lack of fear about the actual apocalypse.
Strengths: Defense and crowd control. Also good at intimidating / beating the bejeezus out of unfriendly survivors.
Weaknesses: Terrible aim, reckless and impulsive behavior, a tendency to take big risks, and generally showing very little survival instinct.
Personality: Nick is friendly, boisterous, and violently off his rocker. He wouldn't hurt a fly in normal circumstances, but he absolutely loves showering violence on the living dead - or anyone who proves themselves to be threats to his friends. He loves people and is deeply loyal to his friends, as well as having a penchant for corny jokes and laughing a lot (some times about rather ghastly subjects). Call it madness or bravery, he isn't letting the end of the world get him down - he's having as much fun with it as possible.
Biography: Nick is a man who's lost a lot. He was born and raised in a city in a fairly normal middle class childhood - he studied business in college and managed to land himself a fairly comfortable middle class job. He lived with his pregnant girlfriend Karen in a pretty nice apartment and was happy for a while.
Then the end of the world began. His parents lived in the first place the infection hit the United States - he lost contact with them immediately after the military attempted a quarantine. His brother, a marine, was KIA when the same quarantine broke. Before long the living dead were crawling through the streets and breaking into his apartment, and he was forced to mercy kill Karen after she was bitten. After that he wandered off into the streets and eventually linked up with the survivors, a significantly more unhinged man.
Are you still accepting? I wouldn't mind joining if you are.
April's eye spasmed as she saw the emergency notification begin to flash red on her console. "Oh for fuck's fucking FUCK!" she shouted into the intercom as she banked back into the atmosphere. The engine sputtered and flared out as the ship descended, sending it tilting awkwardly to the side. "Cyrus! I am going to WHIP your ASS for this!"
An orange fireball appeared around the speeding ship as it nosedived towards the ground, engines still dying loudly. April had just managed to straighten the ship to a slower descent when another massive kick sent it diving again.
The ground of the planet was getting closer now, the ship's descent speeding up. April yanked back hard in an attempt to level out, well aware that she might be blowing the rest of the engines as she did so. Fuck it, better stuck than dead... probably.
"Minus two minutes to landing, Heart of Gold! All yall belt the fuck onto something, this is gonna suuuuuuuuuck!" April pulled the ship back and sent the rear forward at the same time, leveling the ship out into a rapid downward glide. The dusty ground was quite visible now. "Twenty seconds. Fifteen seconds. Ten seconds. Five seconds. BRACE!"
The ship made contact with the earth and ground to a halt, digging a long rut in the dirt. Not a great landing, but they were in one piece - which, in that kind of situation, was about as much as could be hoped for.
April rose out the chair and fell into one of her piles of junk that had been sprayed all over by the landing. She rubbed a black eye where a particularly heavy memento from her home had flown into her face and groaned. "... Fuck me."
An orange fireball appeared around the speeding ship as it nosedived towards the ground, engines still dying loudly. April had just managed to straighten the ship to a slower descent when another massive kick sent it diving again.
The ground of the planet was getting closer now, the ship's descent speeding up. April yanked back hard in an attempt to level out, well aware that she might be blowing the rest of the engines as she did so. Fuck it, better stuck than dead... probably.
"Minus two minutes to landing, Heart of Gold! All yall belt the fuck onto something, this is gonna suuuuuuuuuck!" April pulled the ship back and sent the rear forward at the same time, leveling the ship out into a rapid downward glide. The dusty ground was quite visible now. "Twenty seconds. Fifteen seconds. Ten seconds. Five seconds. BRACE!"
The ship made contact with the earth and ground to a halt, digging a long rut in the dirt. Not a great landing, but they were in one piece - which, in that kind of situation, was about as much as could be hoped for.
April rose out the chair and fell into one of her piles of junk that had been sprayed all over by the landing. She rubbed a black eye where a particularly heavy memento from her home had flown into her face and groaned. "... Fuck me."
The Thief
Tobias hopped in the driver's seat of the wagon and directed the horses after the dwarf, his possessions slung over his back. The rain pattered on his bare back like needles, causing him to wince as it impacted a few of his scars. He'd had worse.
The wagon caught up with the dwarf shortly, and almost immediately began running his mouth, more to lighten his own mood than anything else. "So, what do you think could be doing the poofing? Vampires? Werewolves? Dragons? Demons? You think it'll teach me how to do it? Being able to poof like that would be really convenient for me, in my line of work. As, you know, an... entrepeneur. You seem like an experienced type. Ever killed a hellhound? Because I did. Fiona helped, but it was all me."
Oscar trudged silently after the wagon, taking care not to spook the horses with his presence.
Tobias hopped in the driver's seat of the wagon and directed the horses after the dwarf, his possessions slung over his back. The rain pattered on his bare back like needles, causing him to wince as it impacted a few of his scars. He'd had worse.
The wagon caught up with the dwarf shortly, and almost immediately began running his mouth, more to lighten his own mood than anything else. "So, what do you think could be doing the poofing? Vampires? Werewolves? Dragons? Demons? You think it'll teach me how to do it? Being able to poof like that would be really convenient for me, in my line of work. As, you know, an... entrepeneur. You seem like an experienced type. Ever killed a hellhound? Because I did. Fiona helped, but it was all me."
Oscar trudged silently after the wagon, taking care not to spook the horses with his presence.
I'm here.
I go down as interested in this if it ends up being non-boarding school. Sorry, just isn't really my cup of tea.
The Thief
Tobias rolled his eyes back at the dwarf's words and let out a mock moan. "I love it when women talk sensible to me," he said, already moving to help Fiona get their things together. He turned to address the two-headed ogre as he piled clothes together, gulping slightly at the creature's size. "Hey, ogre-guy - or guys, I guess - you any good at spooking horses?" He jerked his head over to the wagon, still in the narrow confines he had skillfully left it in. "Those ones might need a bit of a kick to get going at this hour." He stretched his back and rubbed his eyes, wincing slightly as he flexed a few of the newer scars. "You know what? I didn't even want to sleep tonight. This is fine." The thief grinned cheekily at Vaeri as he walked past her. "Morning, starshine. What are you doing up at the tender hour of shit's-fucked o'clock?"
The Corpse
Oscar addressed the voice again. "I don't know where we are. We should stay with the others, though. So we can find her." He stood stock still while the others discussed their situation. Finally, they began to move, and it became apparent to Oscar that they were trying to leave. Stiffly, without really looking, the corpse began grabbing objects that looked like they belonged to people and tossing them into the back of a wagon. He heard Tobias mention sleep, and worked the issue silently in his brain for a moment before opening his decayed mouth. "Want to sleep? I can carry you, if you want to sleep..." he trailed off, and peered into the blackness at the ogre silhouette. "Not... you, though."
Tobias rolled his eyes back at the dwarf's words and let out a mock moan. "I love it when women talk sensible to me," he said, already moving to help Fiona get their things together. He turned to address the two-headed ogre as he piled clothes together, gulping slightly at the creature's size. "Hey, ogre-guy - or guys, I guess - you any good at spooking horses?" He jerked his head over to the wagon, still in the narrow confines he had skillfully left it in. "Those ones might need a bit of a kick to get going at this hour." He stretched his back and rubbed his eyes, wincing slightly as he flexed a few of the newer scars. "You know what? I didn't even want to sleep tonight. This is fine." The thief grinned cheekily at Vaeri as he walked past her. "Morning, starshine. What are you doing up at the tender hour of shit's-fucked o'clock?"
The Corpse
Oscar addressed the voice again. "I don't know where we are. We should stay with the others, though. So we can find her." He stood stock still while the others discussed their situation. Finally, they began to move, and it became apparent to Oscar that they were trying to leave. Stiffly, without really looking, the corpse began grabbing objects that looked like they belonged to people and tossing them into the back of a wagon. He heard Tobias mention sleep, and worked the issue silently in his brain for a moment before opening his decayed mouth. "Want to sleep? I can carry you, if you want to sleep..." he trailed off, and peered into the blackness at the ogre silhouette. "Not... you, though."
The Thief
Tobias, for his part, was behaving in a way almost totally foreign to him - he was following Fiona around and keeping his mouth shut. The situation had gone past abnormal - first a dwarf, then a 'friendly' zombie, then another traveler, then Sana got 'poofed' by something, as explained by a strange magic spear-girl nobody had ever met before, and then a half-sophisticated two headed ogre burst onto the scene, looking to help rather than to eat anyone's heads. This shit was weird.
Finally, while Fiona and Zoe were discussing the next plan of action, Tobias spoke up. "Uh, yes, hello? Voice of reason here. I suggest we take all the people..." he struggled for a moment, casting his eyes around the assembly. "Or, well, sentient things, and have us all sit with our backs to each other in a big fucking circle until night falls. Something is out there 'poofing' people - not just people, either, this is Sana Skullfucker we're talking about, as well as the half-orc monster and the guy who punches swordsmen. This thing is bad news, and we are in its house, yeah? So I think we should all bite the bullet, have an uncomfortable as hell night, and hope our dear friends are still alive in the morning, when there's less chance of us getting poofed right along with them." The rogue clapped his hands. "All in favor?"
The Corpse
Finally, Oscar couldn't maintain his sprint anymore - the dead body stumbled and launched itself forward, landing hard and utterly destroying a shrubbery as he did so. With some difficulty, the dead body struggled to his feet and threw his glassy eyes around the woods as the other searchers caught up with him. "Katherine!" he rumbled into the darkness. "Kather...ine?" His voice died out. Who was Katherine?
The corpse struggled with his memory for a moment. He was looking for a woman. Who had screamed in the woods. He was looking for her for... some reason. It didn't matter now. The others, they were looking for her too. But now they were talking, a bunch of shadowy silhouettes in faint conversation, and from what Oscar was able to comprehend, the woman was gone. Poofed? Something new had arrived, something big with two voices, and Oscar tensed his stiffened muscles to confront it. It made no hostile moves, however, and so the corpse let it be.
He cast his gaze upwards and saw blackness, choking, deep, infinite. He rumbled into his throat and asked a question - unsure of whether he was speaking to the others or the abyss. "What... do I do? Find her. I have to find her." He repeated the maxim in his rotted brain, forcing himself to push it through his mind again and again. Find her. Find her. Find her.
Tobias, for his part, was behaving in a way almost totally foreign to him - he was following Fiona around and keeping his mouth shut. The situation had gone past abnormal - first a dwarf, then a 'friendly' zombie, then another traveler, then Sana got 'poofed' by something, as explained by a strange magic spear-girl nobody had ever met before, and then a half-sophisticated two headed ogre burst onto the scene, looking to help rather than to eat anyone's heads. This shit was weird.
Finally, while Fiona and Zoe were discussing the next plan of action, Tobias spoke up. "Uh, yes, hello? Voice of reason here. I suggest we take all the people..." he struggled for a moment, casting his eyes around the assembly. "Or, well, sentient things, and have us all sit with our backs to each other in a big fucking circle until night falls. Something is out there 'poofing' people - not just people, either, this is Sana Skullfucker we're talking about, as well as the half-orc monster and the guy who punches swordsmen. This thing is bad news, and we are in its house, yeah? So I think we should all bite the bullet, have an uncomfortable as hell night, and hope our dear friends are still alive in the morning, when there's less chance of us getting poofed right along with them." The rogue clapped his hands. "All in favor?"
The Corpse
Finally, Oscar couldn't maintain his sprint anymore - the dead body stumbled and launched itself forward, landing hard and utterly destroying a shrubbery as he did so. With some difficulty, the dead body struggled to his feet and threw his glassy eyes around the woods as the other searchers caught up with him. "Katherine!" he rumbled into the darkness. "Kather...ine?" His voice died out. Who was Katherine?
The corpse struggled with his memory for a moment. He was looking for a woman. Who had screamed in the woods. He was looking for her for... some reason. It didn't matter now. The others, they were looking for her too. But now they were talking, a bunch of shadowy silhouettes in faint conversation, and from what Oscar was able to comprehend, the woman was gone. Poofed? Something new had arrived, something big with two voices, and Oscar tensed his stiffened muscles to confront it. It made no hostile moves, however, and so the corpse let it be.
He cast his gaze upwards and saw blackness, choking, deep, infinite. He rumbled into his throat and asked a question - unsure of whether he was speaking to the others or the abyss. "What... do I do? Find her. I have to find her." He repeated the maxim in his rotted brain, forcing himself to push it through his mind again and again. Find her. Find her. Find her.
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