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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 22, 2015 2:21:47 GMT -6
The jingling of gold snapped Altheron out of his daze. One of the guild members had started a dance, a rather flamboyant one at that. He moved his body toward the figure, almost taking a step to follow her, when he noticed that the elf quit his confused stare and started up a conversation with Daryn. He turned beck to the two. As he got closer, he heard something about travel, and he instantly sat himself down behind them, listening to every word, almost completely unnoticed. The young shaman watched as their expressions changed throughout the exchange, mirroring them when their words got heavier and heavier. He longed to be a part of the conversation, but found himself having more fun listening than talking. He watched how quickly the two shook off those sullen looks on their face as Daryn reached over to pick up a pebble. "How much do you wanna bet I can hit Kama in the face with this rock?" She smirked. The dim feelings in her heart lingered, but putting up an act of confidence was what she was good at. That, and the idea of pummeling Kama with a rock was truly hitting her as hilarious. Some of the smirk was quite real. . Altheron's mind brought him back to the what happened earlier with the fox man. He knew this wouldn't end well. |
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Oct 22, 2015 4:30:59 GMT -6
((I plan to end this campfire scene some time today around 7:00pm EST. They're still gonna be at the same place after I end the campfire scene, but they're gonna go to sleep and then wake up the next day to do other stuff (other stuff meaning that you'd still be free to pretty much do whatever you want). I also plan to start the next battle on Monday.))
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 22, 2015 4:58:47 GMT -6
((I plan to end this campfire scene some time today around 7:00pm EST. They're still gonna be at the same place after I end the campfire scene, but they're gonna go to sleep and then wake up the next day to do other stuff (other stuff meaning that you'd still be free to pretty much do whatever you want). I also plan to start the next battle on Monday.)) ((I gotcha, bruh. Luckily, I AM going to be there on Monday so I don't have to torture Mimisko to have her avoid the battle, lol.)) |
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Post by titee on Oct 22, 2015 6:10:38 GMT -6
Manasa smiled towards Rylan and Mimsiko. She straightened her hair and clothes before returning to were she was seated, satisfied with her long overdo self introduction.
As she stood up to return to were she was seated, a rock hurled directly towards her, hitting the woman in the temple.
Manasa slowly raised her hand to were the rock hit. What happened? Who...? Why...?
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 22, 2015 7:14:46 GMT -6
As Mimisko finished clapping and cheering for Manasa, she notices a flying rock and it hit Manasa. Mimisko got worried and confused. She looked around. Who could throw a rock at someone? Why?
"I hope that flying rock won't cause arguments..." Mimisko blurted out silently.
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Post by Allie on Oct 22, 2015 7:36:08 GMT -6
“Ehh? Ehh?” Osseus gestured, waiting for Kama's response to his ridiculous proposition about the man in the village he was in before the fearen came had came up with these theories. When no response came, he sunk into his seat in silence, mellowing out his drunken stuper. That and the fact that the alcohol was wearing off considering how objectively little he drank.
The only sounds that were uttered afterwards were his hands clapping after Manasa finished her performance, afterwards returning to his silent state, listening to the stories that the others were telling. He used the remnants of rational thought he had at that moment to dream about the northern lights that the elf man described.
“Ya knoww, we should see the northern lights after these motha f—ckin' fearen are done an over with,” Osseus suggested, trying desperately to avoid sounding like a drunken toddler.
That thought was immediately dashed as Manasa was pelted in the face with a rock. He cowered in his seat, hoping that would convince her that he didn't do anything.
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 22, 2015 12:52:30 GMT -6
(((attempting to put spoilers because more than one images))) Approaching the stream Rezza unbuckled his pouch. He sat down removing his shawl and staff; setting the latter on the ground beside him and the former on his lap, and placed his pouch on his lap. Opening the pack Rezza removed the two, now empty, vials and took opened them. The stream's water ran peacefully creating a light babble. Rezza dipped the vials in the water, disrupting part of its flow. Once he finished filling both, resealing each vial, he looked down toward the water. Quiet nights always did well to provoke thought it seemed. {Spoiler}  A large sigh escaped his lungs as his tail began to swish back and forth slowly. He closed his eyes for a moment, the faint noises of the night doing nothing to distract him. The babble of the stream seemingly causing his thoughts to flow freely. 'Yes, it couldn not be helped, but it was such a waste of energy. Spells are for those too weak and scared to really work for the magic they want.' Gripping the vial in his hand tighter Rezza opened his eyes. Darkness covered the scenery around him in a thin layer. Though it was late the healer was lucky enough to have good low-light vision, enough to be able to make out his surroundings. While it was not as clear as the day he was not blind. 'I almost wish I was still traveling with the two of you,'
'Brother Ossih and Brother Tin.' The thought of the last two members of his convent to survive that occurrence two years ago. 'Though neither of you were useful as fighters.. And rather slow. It certainly was much harder hunting for three than for one. I certainly would not wish what happened on either of you were things still the way the once were, but I feel it is better this way. I will carry on all of the convent's teachings that I have learned for you.' With a quiet clink Rezza gingerly placed his vials back into his pack. Throwing on his shawl and fastening his pack back around his waist Rezza grabbed his staff. Silently Rezza returned to the camp, placing his staff near a wall, farther from the fire than the others were sitting; and then dashed back into the woods in the same direction he came from. Finally he stopped at a hollowed out tree that was his resting place earlier and grabbed a bag from inside it. 
He placed the strap firmly between his teeth and set off, back to the guild. Once he returned Rezza dropped the bag by his staff with a thud. Carefully removing his shawl once more Rezza folded it, placing it on his lap as he leaned back. 'If anyone needs help I will simply handle that later.' He said to himself conclusively, staring at the sky. (((The old art in this post has been redrawn and can be viewed under the spoiler for comparisons sake))) |
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Post by Evan on Oct 22, 2015 13:11:24 GMT -6
"I hate the cold." Pinky said suddenly. No amount of stupid lights was going to get her into the North.
"How about this for a story?" she muttered, now well into her drink. "One winter in the forest the snow piled up as high as the tree branches. The icicles were as tall as humans, and the wind was like an ice dragon's breath." Pinky stopped to take a drink. "We can walk on the snow no problem - unlike you people tripping and getting stuck." she chuckled at the thought. "But when a Pixie flies in wings that cold... her wings freeze solid and she falls out of the sky." Pinky paused for emphasis, then continued "They'd land on rocks, crash into trees... sometimes they'd hit the snow and get buried." the pixie laughed uncontrollably. "Some of them even died!" she added, laughing even more.
"Most of them stayed in the snow until the Spring came." she said "When all the snow melted we would find them in the stupidest poses... and they always had this look on their faces..." she smiled again "This ridiculous look like 'how did this happen?'" Pinky waved her arms, mocking a surprised face. "Well, moron" she said to the hypothetical dead pixie "That's what happens when you're dumb enough to go outside in a blizzard!" she laughed even harder.
"I hate pixies." Pinky muttered inaudibly when she finally finished laughing.
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Post by titee on Oct 22, 2015 17:13:01 GMT -6
Manasa looked towards the direction the rock came from, trying to discern who could have thrown it. Rylan and Daryn were both straight in front of Manasa, but she trusted both of them. Rylan was somebody she was close to, she could never image why he would throw something at her. While she was less close with Daryn, Manasa saw the woman as somebody she could be safe around and trust. Manasa then spotted the elf standing next to Daryn. She hasn't the chance to really interact with him yet, but he was the only other person it could be... but why?
Was he unhappy with her dance? Was it a cultural difference? Maybe... maybe he had something against her kind. No, that had to be it. Manasa had been trying so hard to act like the others, dressing more like them, talking like them, even going so far as to engage in physical contact. But it must not have been good enough. Maybe she was too different.
Manasa watched Enoch with a furrowed brow, awaiting some sort of response. She waited for him to spit in her face and tell her how disgusting the poison running through her veins was and how much he hated her culture.
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Post by not u on Oct 22, 2015 17:23:42 GMT -6
Manasa looked towards the direction the rock was thrown, trying to discern who could have done it. Rylan and Daryn were both straight in front of Manasa, but she trusted both of them. Rylan was somebody she was close to, she could never image why he would throw something at her. While she was less close with Daryn, Manasa saw the woman as somebody she could be safe around and trust. Manasa then spotted the elf standing next to Daryn. She hasn't the chance to really interact with him yet, but he was the only other person it could be... but why? Was he unhappy with her dance? Was it a cultural difference? Maybe... maybe he had something against her kind. No, that had to be it. Manasa had been trying so hard to act like the others, dressing more like them, talking like them, even going so far as to engage in physical contact. But it must not have been good enough. Maybe she was too different. Manasa watched Enoch with a furrowed brow, awaiting some sort of response. She waited for him to spit in her face and tell her how disgusting the poison running through her veins was and how much he hated her culture. Enoch stared in horror as the rock was intercepted by the young dancer's head. I knew this was a bad idea! As funny as it would've been to confuse the drunken hero, this wasn't humorous at all. He shot a glance at Daryn, holding it for a moment before he realized Manasa was glaring daggers at him. He fumbled a bit for the right words, getting embarrasses before looking up at Manasa. No use in not taking the blame at this point, it'll be easier to diffuse if I just... take it"My apologies, Manasa. That was... not meant to be aimed towards you at all. Sorry." |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 22, 2015 17:39:16 GMT -6
Enoch stares in horror as the rock was intercepted by the young dancer's head. I knew this was a bad idea! As funny as it would've been to confuse the drunken hero, this wasn't humorous at all. He shot a glance at Daryn, holding it for a moment before he realized Manasa was glaring daggers at him. He fumbled a bit for the right words, getting embarrasses before looking up at Manasa. No use in not taking the blame at this point, it'll be easier to diffuse if I just... take it"My apologies, Manasa. That was... not meant to be aimed towards you at all. Sorry." " Huh? But......" Altheron put his hand to his chin, confused. Wasn't it Daryn who threw the rock? He knew his eyesight wasn't the best, but he was sure that the elf wasn't the one to take the blame. So... why..... he thought. |
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Oct 22, 2015 17:40:19 GMT -6
Kama took an unusually long time to process the joke that Osseus told him, probably because he got himself drunk, but by the time he finally got it he said to himself "Hehehe... you're damn right Tairaga is a lizard from the moon. He's a shit-head lizard from the stupid shitty moon. Hehehehehehe...." Kama found Pinky's story to be funny as well because of how crude and dark his sense of humor was, although he didn't find it quite as funny as Pinky did. It was a little bit too dark for his taste. Pinky was beginning to seem a little crazy... He noticed the rock that Daryn threw that hit Manasa, but Kama assumed that Enoch intended to throw the rock at him instead of Manasa. He looked over at Enoch and screamed "I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE TRYING TO DO ENOCH YOU PIECE OF SHIT! COME HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU! I'M GONNA KILL YOOOOOOOU!" The guild tried to hold Kama back and prevent him from harming Enoch. Anyone listening to his story would know that Kama was gonna try to fart all over Enoch's face as soon as he got his hands on him. After they finally managed to calm Kama down everyone in the guild introduced themselves. Each of the Shadow Slayers told all of the other guild members their names and their fighting abilities. Soon after they all went to sleep, and some members took shifts on night guard, while the others got some much needed rest.
The next day Kama woke up tired with a hangover, so his voice wasn't as loud and angry as usual, but he still attempted to speak loudly as he said "Good morning Shadow Slayers. I'm still tired as shit so we're not gonna go to battle quite yet. However, we're not gonna sit around doing nothing either. The last battle we just had was a close one. A little bit TOO close. We barely made it out alive and there's no telling what kind of fearens we'll encounter next, so we're gonna train. Train our muscles, our fighting skills, get any new weapons or armor that can improve our performance in battle, learn new spells, and whatever else we can do to get stronger. We'll train for two weeks before heading out for battle. Go ahead and train yourselves, and if you'll excuse me for now I'm gonna sit down for a while because I've got a huge headache." Current Objective
The objective is the same as before. You can still pretty much do anything you want but now it's the morning and you can make your character prepare themselves for the next battle by training with someone else or by themselves as well if you want to. While you all wait for the next battle to start try to come up with new abilities, weapons, battle gear, and/or spells that your character gains through their training and preparation. You can also draw how your character would look with their upgraded armor (or outfit) and weapons and stuff if you want to.
[EDIT] I suppose I should point out that you don't HAVE to make your character train. You can do something else if you want to, but it's recommended that you give your character new abilities before the next fight so that you have more to do when the next fight comes around. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 22, 2015 17:46:27 GMT -6
When the rest of the guild had awoken, Rylan was nowhere to be found. He had headed into the woods to follow the stream, seeing if he could find some ingredients for a potion that would cure the massive hangover he had. He left a small note next to Manasa, as he assumed no one else would care if he had just disappeared. The note, scribbled in what looked like ink
"Headed up stream, be back soon. Let Kama know I didn't just run away, please. - Rylan"
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Post by Evan on Oct 22, 2015 18:04:44 GMT -6
Pinky yawned and stretched, rolling out of her little bed onto the warm wooden floor. She had slept comfortably through the night tucked under her cozy blankets. Pixies were light enough that even hard surfaces weren't uncomfortable to sleep on, so Pinky's fur-stuffed mattress was like laying on a cloud.
The pixie trudged lazily over to her wardrobe, unlatched it, and changed into similar clothes to the ones she had worn before. They were nothing like the fanciful nature-esque clothing that pixies wore traditionally, but they sure were comfortable to lounge around in. Now dressed, Pinky scuttled over to the far corner where she had a nice table and chair set up. Opening a nearby cabinet, she grabbed all the fixings for a great pixie breakfast. In this case that constituted a seed and some water - much like pixie lunches, and dinners, and snacks.
After she finished eating, Pinky plopped into the throne right in the center of her tree-house and activated the spells that fueled her mirrors - the pixie now effectively becoming Alroth once more.
"Two weeks?" Pinky wondered after Kama's speech. She had spent the past two years mastering the fighting style that Alroth displayed. There were certainly things that she could stand to learn, but would two weeks time make any difference? "Oh well." Pinky muttered. It would give her plenty of time to work on that new shelf she had been planning. If nothing else.
Curious, Alroth approached the pile of weapons Manasa had amassed the day before. The armor knelt down to pick one up, and scanned it closely. It was a longsword. The craftsmanship was nothing special, and the blade had begun to dull in the untold time it had spent uncared for in the inn. Alroth lifted the sword up by either end and broke the blade in half over one knee. "Useless." the armor muttered. The pile of tools might have made good disposable weapons, but they were too generic for Alroth's taste, and would better serve a band of half-rate guards or militia with non-fearen enemies.
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 22, 2015 18:36:58 GMT -6
((((for his most recent journal i only did active characters because its actually kind of a pain writing like that, also didnt include alroth the armor because didnt feel like it lol)))) Once the sun had begun to blaze in the sky Rezza opened his eyes. He never could sleep in the sunlight. Uncurling from the spot in which he slept Rezza sat up and took a quick inventory of his possessions. Finding everything to be in order Rezza scooted his back against the wall he had leaned on the previous night. He quietly watched as the others awoke, looking through his journal to get a grasp on their names again. Soon enough the old man, Kama, gave an announcement to everyone.  "Tch." Rezza's tail flapped pathetically at Kama's words. "Train. As if there's anymore I can learn," He ranted quietly to himself, or as quietly as he could manage. "Even if I did need any more teaching all those who could do it are dead. And I'm no fighter. I am capable of holding of threats long enough for me to get away." Scoffing at his next thought Rezza continued. "And even if I was one I have no experience handling weapons, that is definitely not something a mere two weeks could teach." Pulling on his shawl Rezza stretched and opened his bag. He took out a small chunk of cured meat and brought it in front of his face, before bowing his head. "I certainly should have thanked the Brothers earlier for all the work they did the last time I ever saw civilization... Abandoned and broken, but definitely still something. We were, really, lucky enough to find anything left to preserve this with." Without another thought he dug in, devouring it in seconds. (((The old art in this post has been redrawn and can be viewed under the spoiler for comparisons sake))) |
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"How much do you wanna bet I can hit Kama in the face with this rock?" She smirked. The dim feelings in her heart lingered, but putting up an act of confidence was what she was good at. That, and the idea of pummeling Kama with a rock was truly hitting her as hilarious. Some of the smirk was quite real.
