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    1. Tom Lyon 9 yrs ago

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I am a newbie to freeform and text-based roleplay, so please be gentle with me.

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What do you guys think of Alfred's notes? Should I continue doing them?
As more members of the group introduced themselves, Alfred took notes on each one, nodding when they spoke directly to him.

Preliminary Notes on the Group:

Jarde– A Lord, the leader of our group. Seems like he will be fighting close up, like your typical glory-seeking noble. Appears to be inexperienced.

Nyx and Myno– Manaketes. Myno claims they can fly, breathe fire, and fight close up using their natural attacks. It seems these will be our powerhouses in the group. Myno seems like he is mentally prepared for battle, Nyx does not. Both claim to have prior experience in battle.

Taka– An Outlaw. Claims to be skilled with the bow. Has a... Casual attitude. Don't give him any important responsibilities until he proves he can be trusted.

Maid— A Maid. Claims to be able to heal. I've heard rumors that servants in Gleivnir are trained in the use of knives, as well. Remember to ask if that is true. As a maid, is likely used to following instructions to the letter.

Angelise— An Archer. Claims to be skilled with the bow. Another noble. Appears inexperienced. Likely a more trustworthy archer than the Outlaw.

Roane— A Wyvern Rider. Claims to be skilled with the axe. Claims to be a representative of another noble house, House Niveana. Likely to be useful ferrying less mobile individ—


Alfred's writing was interrupted when somebody bumped into him, resulting in his pen running over what he had just written on Roane. He could hear the offender apologizing profusely, but he was focused on mourning his lost work. Now that the page had been marred, he would have to tear it out and rewrite the whole thing. It was mildly upsetting, but he would have likely done that anyway, just to clean up the presentation.

After grumbling internally for a few moments, Alfred looked up to see the maid with her hands folded in front of her. She appeared to be waiting for a response to something.

"Oh, apology accepted," Alfred said. "Say, I've heard rumors that servants in Gleivnir are trained extensively with throwing knives. Would there happen to be any truth to that?"


@Snarfulblast Here's a link to the wiki for the classes. Towards the bottom of the page there's a green directory for all of the classes. You'll probably want to stick to the first-tier classes for now.
@Nanashi Ninanai Why is Angelise killing eagles? That sounds very un-American.
The prince, an archer, a Manakete, and... A maid? Well, as long as she can fight... This is definitely the most diverse group I've been a part of.

Seeing the variety of people made Alfred both hopeful and wary. Hopeful because it meant that any individual's weakness could be covered by another, wary because it could mean poor unit cohesion, a problem that had led him to leave a few groups in the past. A tight-knit group of soldiers with lower skill would always be better than a group of highly-skilled suspicious strangers.

Alfred looked up from his notes. Usually, he liked to be the first to speak, but it seemed that wouldn't be the case this time. He cleared his throat and said, "I'll be the group's tactician, Alfred. When you introduce yourselves, or at the very least before our first battle, please inform me of your capabilities in battle. It will greatly improve your chance of survival. For example, I have some proficiency in the sword, and am quite skilled in magic."
If anything is wrong with my writing, just let me know. I'm a bit out of practice.
"Hugo Hahn, you're coming with us."

Hugo looked around. So this was why the staff meeting had been called. His mother was crying. The Academy staff was staring at him, whispering to each other. He couldn't hear what they were saying.

"You have volunteered as one of our great and honorable King Cacus's chosen."

The torch on the Royal Legionnaire's armor stood out against the dull gray metal. He was holding a drawing, a perfect representation of Hugo's face. The man looked bored, like he didn't expect any trouble. But why would he, representing one of the strongest men in the world?

"We will be taking you to the Palace. Immediately. Follow me."

Hugo hadn't noticed the guards behind him. They were grabbing his arms. His mothers voice filled his ears. She was begging, pleading for him to not be taken, to take her instead. The guards didn't look at her. Hugo wanted to turn around, to run back to her and say goodbye, but soon he was outside.

He looked at the guard who had spoken and said, "So what happens to me there? Am I going to become one of you?"

The guards didn't say anything, and they soon reached a cage sitting atop a cart. They shoved Hugo in, and closed and locked the gate.

Hugo was silent as he left the Academy, his home, for what he was sure was the last time.
@Miakardia I have mine in progress right now, should have it finished up today.


me too


@Miakardia Alright, should I throw him up in the Characters tab? I know some GMs like to be the only ones posting characters.
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