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Edit: Here's the rough copy for my character's guild. I haven't started working on my character yet, but he will be a soldier in this guild. What would be the highest level of players right now?



I'm interested. But I have a few questions.

Still recruiting?
Can our characters have a unique skill?
And is our story completely separate from the characters in SAO? (As in: Will we run into the SAO characters like Kirito or hear about them?) I like it when the story is completely unique, like on a separate universe, so to speak.
So, literally everything about my idea doesn't work?

I was willing to change or bend somethings to fit the story, but if nothing works, then there's not much I can do. Best of luck with the RP!
I'm thinking of a character who has no magical affinities. He's an average university student from a poor family, and he has moved away from them to attend a school in the city. He found a cheap house a bit outside of town, and it is surprisingly spacious for its price, with the only downside being the travel distance to the city. The house turns out to be haunted/possessed of demons. He leaves it, tries to call the police, but they can't help him.

Then the detective company from here could have picked up on the call (Maybe you listen in on 911 calls, for situations like this?) and you guys arrive to help him out. Battle happens, his house is wrecked, and he has nowhere to live, so he tags along with you guys.

If he has to have a special ability, he'd have to have been unaware of it his whole life. I'm thinking an affinity with angels (a guardian angel) and holy powers (mainly healing).

Can we work something like this into the story? Maybe set it up as a short side-quest for you guys once everyone gets settled in. Or a major event (i.e. turns out his house has a gateway to hell/eather/wherever being set up by dark beings).

If not, I'll work on something else.
Still hiring?

I don't have to be one of the main detective characters.
Hey, I'm going to try and read through all of the CS sheets and whatever else I need to read. Can someone tell me how many CS sheets there are so I don't miss any?
Since I just went, I'll wait for one of you to go next.

If you want, you can make a post where the NPC you sent off can spark a battle between the gypsies/poor-folk and the guards. Intentionally or unintentionally is up to you, as long as a fight breaks out. If you have another idea, you can roll with it. Anything is fine, we just don't have the luxury to dilly-daddle any longer.
Posting anything is good at this point.

It's not supposed to be easy, but we have to bite through and keep the story moving.

Some ideas:
-A mob fight between guards and the poor (lead by the gypsy girl) could break out. We can use the fact that the guards did nothing to catch the killer of the girls gypsy mom to start the conflict
-A raid by enemies could happen. I've already laid the groundwork with some dwarven smith who is in the militia.
-You guys could start making new characters. That always gives you something to write about
Tonight was a busy night for the tavern.

“Welcome to the Daft Draft.” The barkeep, a woman, greeted Ulfar and Eila as they stepped in.

"You serve food?" Ulfar asked.

"Course we serve food darling." laughed Sally heartily
"In fact, we've got the finest salamander broth that you'll find anywhere in Iron's End."

"I'll have one of those, then." Ulfar said. He walked ahead, and Eila followed quietly.

There was only one table that was short of full. Tucked into the back of the room, next to a small fireplace, an elf sat with his back to the entrance. He was dressed in greens and browns, with a long cloak draped over his shoulders. The elf seemed to blend in with the environment, even without drawing up his hood to cover his bright blonde hair, which made a stark contrast to his earthly coloured clothes. In one hand he held a long pipe, and on his other shoulder rested a longbow, angled from the ground to lean onto his sitting figure.

It didn't seem like there was any other choice left.

"You're going to stay close to me," Ulfar said to Eila in a low tone. "And you're not going to draw any attention."

Eila did not react, but since she didn't object, it probably meant she had agreed. The two of them approached the table and sat down.

The elf didn't move, save for retracting the pipe from his mouth every few moments. Even when Ulfar and Eila approached his table, he remained as he was: facing the fire pit. Ulfar unhooked the scabbard of his greatsword and placed it on the ground, beneath the table. That way, when he sat down, he'd be able to rest a foot on it. It was safer than leaving it anywhere else.

"Nice steel." The elf spoke. "A greatsword... not very liked by most humans." His accent was like that of a high-born: classy, with a faint touch of smug.

"Liked even less by elves." Ulfar said.

"True." The elf agreed. He turned to reveal the side of his face better, and a sharp blue eye made contact with Ulfar's. "Giants would welcome the greatsword far better than elves or humans. Orcs, too. Perhaps you are a half-orc?"

"Human." Ulfar said.

The elf turned back to the firepit. "...Or maybe a half-giant?" He asked again.

"You're nosy for your kind." Ulfar sneered. "Got bored of the aloof act you all love?"

The elf's shoulders moved, as if the statement had amused him. Ulfar couldn't see his face, but he could bet that he was smiling.

"See for yourself, if you stumble into the lower-town." The elf said. "Poor men, elves, and dwarves. Each one looks to you with pleading eyes, trying to tug along your guilt-strings. I would hardly call their begging eyes aloof and distant."

"I wasn't talking about your race." Ulfar said.

The elf drew a long puff from his pipe.

"To be fair," He started. "I find it harder and harder to distinguish between the races with every passing year. Things are not like they used to be, for better..." He reached into a bag to put his pipe away. "... or for worse."

He stood up, slid his bow around his shoulder, and drew up his hood. One eye was covered by a patch, and the same half of his face seemed burned. His movements were slightly quicker and more methodical than that of the average. Ulfar noticed the hilts of two swords around the elf's waist, one on each side. They poked out through the gap of his cloak. It confirmed his earlier guess.

"Well, human," The elf said. "I bid you and the fair maiden here a safe time on your travels." And then he walked off.

Ulfar's food had arrived, and he wasted no time getting started on it. For a while, the table remained quiet, despite the loud commotion in the tavern.

"Were you close with that man?" Eila asked, out of the blue.

"No. I don't know him." Ulfar replied. He bit off another chunk of bread.
It's not a problem. We actually have around four people who are sticking through, and that's all you really need.

Just stick with me a little bit longer here. It doesn't get any better than this. If you start over now, the cycle is just going to repeat itself, and you'll end up in the same situation with different people. We have to commit to a story and go with what we have, no matter how "slow" or "dead" it feels. Otherwise no story will ever get finished. It's not supposed to be easy. It's not pretty, but we have enough people here to make something happen.

If you're stressed out or something, Darkmatter, let us drive the story forward a bit. The group can pool together ideas and keep it moving.
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