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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 24, 2016 21:00:43 GMT -5
woooop here it is
tadaaaaaa
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 24, 2016 21:26:18 GMT -5
Totally fine~
Um how about...The Marksmen? Idk my naming skills are getting splattered
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Oct 24, 2016 21:29:07 GMT -5
That's pretty catchy actually XD Let's just call it that Or we could add the kingdom name? XD The Marksmen of ____.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 24, 2016 22:00:37 GMT -5
The Marksmen of Eondile/Rinfer lol Idk. I kind of like The Marksmen of Rinfer
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Oct 24, 2016 22:06:46 GMT -5
Let's go with Rinfer then it has a nice ring to it :3 Then we can get to work working on the plot~
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 24, 2016 22:09:45 GMT -5
Alright The Marksmen of Rinfer~ Nice
now I know for plot it's just a basic layout like, the kingdom was betrayed and a small band of it's people come to the other kingdom looking for revenge. But should we add more in depth details about the plot?
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 24, 2016 22:17:53 GMT -5
I mean we could start where it's just them against the kingdom but then if we need to we can add some 'gang' later. But for a starting post we can have it where they are just arriving in the kingdom and really don't know what to do and are just trying to gather their intel? And there could be news and stuff about how their kingdom is basically kapoot
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 24, 2016 22:43:20 GMT -5
Hmmm I would say recent, just because maybe the anger is still fresh if you think about it from the characters view. That and it would make it much more interesting if they all just plunged in head first without a second thought
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 24, 2016 22:56:32 GMT -5
Lol yeah xD Yeah we should probably think of some like city names or something. Like idk Grifthelm could be one
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 25, 2016 5:15:24 GMT -5
Well they both start with G lol but yeah that works. And then Terijah for a city maybe?
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Oct 25, 2016 13:05:04 GMT -5
Well they both start with G lol but yeah that works. And then Terijah for a city maybe? Sounds good! Is that enough to start then? Maybe they could start by arriving at the port town?
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 25, 2016 13:16:46 GMT -5
Yeah that's enough for us yo start! And a port town sounds just fine. Would you want me to start or do you?
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Oct 25, 2016 13:27:13 GMT -5
Yeah that's enough for us yo start! And a port town sounds just fine. Would you want me to start or do you? do u mind starting? :3 I'm in class but I get out in an hour ish XP
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 25, 2016 13:30:51 GMT -5
I can try to start,I'm about to head into work but I can get abouy half of a reply typed up
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Oct 25, 2016 13:34:43 GMT -5
I can try to start,I'm about to head into work but I can get abouy half of a reply typed up yeah no problem! >w< take ur time! In the mean time after I get off I'd probably get started by introducing some history and stuff for my characters and all that :3
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 25, 2016 20:14:25 GMT -5
[ Yeah that's cool! ] [ I typed out a pretty basic starter, nothing too big and crazy yet cx ]
The winds smelled of the sea and the sky was covered in mid-summer gray clouds. The docks were filled with all kinds of sea folk, wearing whatever rags smelled good enough to wear that day. Different flags were strung up and flapping in the wind while men of all sizes climbed on and off these huge hulking masses of ships. Everything looked bigger...large towers casting shadows across the little shops and houses surrounding them. The waves crashing against the rocks was almost rhythmic and soothing to the ears. A couple of figures were standing right on the docks to this massive new country, looking over the new faces and smelling this new...smell. All these new people...the people of Eondile. They were all tanned and dark haired or their hair was like spun gold. Nothing like the people of Rinfer who had skin so pale you could see the blood pumping through their arms sometimes. And their hair was usually light blonde, almost silver in the sunlight if they were to come to Eondile. But they never would.
One of the figures standing on the dock fixed the scarf around his neck, looking out toward the crowd of people walking around here and there. Everything smelled of fish and....flowers. Sweet flowers and scented perfumes wafted through the air and stung the male figure's nose. Such strong smells for such a....dainty looking country. Yet this same kingdom burned down his home, his life, his people. He shouldn't really be concerned about the smell anyway and more about how to kill who he needs to. "Beauty ain't she?" gruffed a man beside the other male, pushing a large crate onto the stone pavement that smelled strongly of fish. "I have to say, Eondile is a sight to see in the summer time. Then again when is it ever winter here?" The man laughed while dusting off his hands with a toothy grin showing through his messy brown beard. "Yeah...it's a sight alright" huffed a new voice, female and sounding a bit more irritated then the man. A crinkled showed on her nose as she stepped up beside the scarfed red headed male, her blonde hair pulled back into a thick diagonal loop braid.
"Ever been to Eondile before?" The man asked, like they were all great friends. To be honest the group didn't even speak much to the crew when coming here. They stayed in the cabins and away from human contact. Grieving probably, just being angry about their whole kingdom being burnt down to the ground. Every amber was flaked with the souls of the people trapped inside those large cold walls. She shifted slightly on her feet before slipping her hands into her pockets. The heat was disgusting, it felt like she was swimming through soup and the way her hair reacted to it...it made her regret ever growing out her hair. The clothes she was wearing even made it hard to move. Thick wool was wrapped around her forearms and her shins, covering her leather boots and gloves. Unlike the man beside her, who seemed to dress lighter since he was expecting the climate to change dramatically. A thin scarf wrapped around his neck, sleeveless shirt and two leather straps crossed over his chest. His leather boots are locked and tight with iron buckles and his belts were limp around his hips.
"No" The male said blutnly, leaving no room to talk further on it. He didn't want to. Atlas wasn't in the mood to really be buddy buddy with some Eondile loving scum bag. He rather see him burn just like everyone else in Rinfer. The pirate tired to talk further but the loud bark of his captain beckoned him back to his position on deck. "Thank the gods" Sidra muttered as she glanced back at the ship, her eyes scanning the large trading ship they had traveled in. It was filthy, cramped, and not really suited for those who had just witnessed a whole kingdom burn down to the ground. Sidra spent most of her time huddled in the corner and trying not to go stir crazy with all these pent up emotions. She didn't even eat for most of the trip until she was forced to scarf down some salty fish and pickled eggs. She rather eat a moldy old shoe....but none of that was really available. "They don't believe in gods here...." Atlas muttered, his stone set jaw seemed to tighten even more if that was even possible.
"They are gonna wish they believed in gods when we're done" Sidra spat on the ground, placing her hands on her hips when even the enjoyment of placing her hands in her pockets was too humid and stuffy for her liking. "Keep your voice down...." Atlas muttered, glancing around before looking down to the smaller girl. "You should think about changing into something light....you look like you just braved through a tundra" He grumbled, lifting up his hands to tighten the leather braces around his forearms. As if...of course the only other person who could pass as Eondilian was the red head. His skin was tanned enough from travels to pass as a local but his red hair gave away his origin just like how Sidra's stark blonde hair and pale skin gave her away.
"I'm fine the way I am." Sidra bit at him, the two having been snapping at one another the whole ride here. Not to mention that he was the one who forced the fish and pickled egg down her gullet. She was sure the bite mark on his palm she gave him still stung...she hoped at least. "You'll pass out within 10 minutes of being here....at least change into some lighter robes" He urged on, but the stubborn little blonde only shook her head while biting the inside of her cheek. She's been doing that a lot. Biting her cheek, messing with her braid that went down to the middle of her collar bones.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Oct 25, 2016 20:22:22 GMT -5
Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ(Wahhhhh that's really good! >.< hopefully I can match ur level of writing XP~ Oh but before I start, I just want to confirm XD but the four of them are together right? :3))
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 25, 2016 20:24:12 GMT -5
I tend to try and keep my level of writing to that length since sometimes I type more and I don't want to overwhelm others x~x
Yes they are together~! I would included more of that connection but any more and I would have typed like a whole chapter xc
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 25, 2016 20:59:54 GMT -5
Oh wow, it always surprises me how many people say that kind of stuff, I mean I know I made a lot of jump in roleplays but so far I didn't expect anyone to like really think of them as like fun. But more annoying and stuff xD
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Oct 26, 2016 13:27:29 GMT -5
Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ (No it's true though! I really like writing long paragraphs actually because in those ways characters and settings can be explored in more depth XP So I have always wanted to join a long literate rp :3)
Arsène thoroughly disliked Eondile for many reasons. The topmost reason was probably because of the kingdom’s impossible climate- hot and humid. Perhaps he was used to the cold weather back home, but given a choice he'd much prefer to freeze to death rather than burn to death. Two extremes, hmm? Maybe that’s also why Eondile burned down Rinfer in the first place- because they were like fire and ice. How ironic. He heaved a heavy breath, running a hand through his lush black hair and exhaling all the stress that he had managed to build up while on that dreaded vessle. Up ahead he spotted their other two companions awkwardly conversing with an older man- one of the crews no doubt. It was quite strange, Arsène found, how oddly friendly these people were.
Especially after what they have done.
“Brother, aren’t you forgetting something?” A gentle, but admittedly, also quite annoyed voice sounded from behind him. Arsène needn’t turn to recognize that voice, it was his sister. He found himself not stopping in his tracks, but instead thinking back to the time he spend back on the ship. Had I forgotten something again? For some reason, the notion made him nervous. They were here to avenge, no, take back something that used to be theirs. Making mistakes the first thing when they had just arrived? Not a good idea. It couldn’t be helped, however. He had always been the more forgetful one. Yet then again, maybe that was why Evangeline was his sister in the first place? The thought had once more dragged him back into his memories, and when he set his gaze once more on the port town of Gébeline, his mind traveled back to years ago, when the two kingdoms were still mutual friends. They used to visit this town a lot, actually, when they were just kids, perhaps because of their father’s job. They used to like to look around for shiny trinkets, and sometimes Arsène would casually pocket a few into his bag and nobody would notice. He usually had to split that up with his sister. Given that they were not found out by their parents of course. If they did… Well then they were in a world of hurt. Eventually Evangeline talked him out of doing it, but maybe it was his instinct acting. He couldn’t help himself at times.
What does it even matter now… The resurfacing memory did nothing to lighten his mood. Their kingdom was now no more, and Eondile? The once “loyal friend” of Rinfer, had taken over. Loyal friend? Yeah right. They promised peace, but in the end who was the one that did the backstabbing? Never trust anyone. That was the first lesson they had to learn. Call him innocent if you will, naïve, even, but he and his sister used to not believe in such a notion. Ask them again now, and it’ll be a different story.
"Just because I told you to take off your coat doesn’t mean you have the right to leave it on the ship.” Before he was able to snap out of his thoughts, the said coat came flying at him from behind, hitting him in the back of his head. No doubt handiwork of his sister. Arsène found himself losing his balance for a a split second, his fast reflexes immediately coming into action, preventing him from actually face planting into the docks beneath him that smelled quite heavily of… was it fish? He wasn’t a big fan of fish. Gingerly reaching back, he folded the coat with his arms and turned around, finally, and found himself staring into the unamused blue eyes of his sister.
”Is that any way to treat your older brother?” He said with a smirk, intending it to be more of a sarcastic comment rather than a serious retort. His sister raised an eyebrow at him, arms now folded across her chest. Arsène kept forgetting how formal Evangeline insists to dress sometimes, well actually, it was just a norm to him at this point. He was sure that amid their four people gang, him and his sister were the two that had the habit of dressing in nicer attire. For certain missions this was actually an advantage. No one would doubt two well-dressed twins just having some talk, right?
“For god’s sake, Arsène, we’re twins.” She dismissively rolled her eyes and started walking towards him, the heels on her black boots clicking against the wooden boards beneath them. “How many times do I have to reiterate that?” Without paying him any more heed, Evangeline stalked past him and headed towards where their two companions stood talking. Arsène could tell she was a bit on edge. Probably due to what had happened on the ship when they had first set sail. She still held the grudge. If he remembered correctly, some Eondilian crews tried to hit on her before they reached Eondile. Being the quiet one, these sort of situations always proved a problem for Evangeline. She never knew what to do to deal with these scumbags. It was actually not uncommon that Arsène would have to sometimes step in and take care of the situation before things get worse. Because of her red hair. He had always reasoned. Nowadays it was hard to find another human with such said features. Back in the older days they used to call those with brilliant red hair the ones that were “kissed by fire”.
Probably just some other legend, I wager.
(XD GoT reference anyone? XD ok i'll stop)
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Oct 26, 2016 14:46:55 GMT -5
[ Aw that's god to hear lol ] [ I see what you did there, those GoT references xD ]
"Can we hurry up and go, if I have to smell the stink of fish any longer I might toss up whatever is in my stomach" Sidra muttered, her stomach indeed churning around in her stomach as she had to force down the intakes of fish air. Usually, Sidra would have liked the docks. She would have loved Eondile and would have actually worn nicer clothing that didn't give way to heat stroke. She would have asked everyone person that crossed her path about Eondile and who they were, she would have explored every inch of the city and remember every corner she would stop in. At least that was until this horrid place burned down her home and everything she worked hard on keeping. Sidra was a adventuere who normally had a light heart and was bright about everything. She would never be home most of the time, her tiny little village in Rinfer was normally all she saw on a daily basis. The cities she would take a few weeks to explore before leaving to the next. She would only come back to tell her friends and family about what she saw, who she met. To think....when she heard about the Eondile invasion on the city of Grifthelm she thought her little village would be safe. That nothing bad would come to them since they were so tiny and far away from the population. Eondile proved her wrong though...with flames and swords....a whole army barring down on her village.
"We wait for the others" Atlas said beside her, still tightening his leather braces over his forearms while glancing back toward the twins who were leaving the ship. He didn't really know them....didn't care. The only person he knew in the slightest was Sidra and that was only because they lived in the same village. But that didn't mean they were best friends, he rarely saw her and she rarely saw him. She was always out in the world and being stupid. Being friendly to those around her while he stayed back and hunted with the rest of the men in the village. She climbed mountains and traveled through forests while he stayed and kept to the same place every day. "Well tell them to hurry up....we don't have all day" She said, looking down at the ground and scowling. The stone covered ground....it all looked too clean. Too perfect and nice. Everyone was talking like this was just some normal day when really their king just destroyed a whole country and for what?! For their own purpose! All those years of being friends, of trading together and exchanging intel during wars was for nothing. Sidra had learned all about Eondile, having saved money up to come here one day to just explore and add to her journals and maps of what the world was like.
Instead she put all that money in toward knives and a trip here on a fishing boat.
Atlas could only narrow his eyebrows slightly and look back toward the twins, waiting on them silently and without rush. Truthfully they did have all day. They didn't have a home to return to so they could have all the time in the world to find a place to sleep and work out a plan. He would let Sidra be upset and the others be snippy if they want. He couldn't afford to waste emotion on his lost home any more. He grieved like the rest of them on the way here. Probably not as much as Sidra considering the girl forced herself to not eat most of the way here. He still couldn't get over how he had to pry her mouth open and force the food into her mouth. Not even asking, just walking up to her sniffing form in the corner of the boat and making her eat. She wouldn't be any help if she starved herself....of course the pickled eggs and fish couldn't be that good in the long run. "Oi" said another strangers voice from behind him, well not really a stranger. The captain of the fishing boat stood behind him, holding out the large deer skin bag that Atlas probably left on the boat. "You all are set to head out...rather odd crew you have here" the captain muttered while Atlas took up the bag and heaved it onto his shoulder. "Likewise" Atlas said trying to sound like Yeah I know, don't talk to me. But the captain went on.
"Where you all from anyway?" The captain asked, tipping his head slightly to the side. "No where...." Atlas answered simply. With Rinfer gone, they didn't have a place of origin anymore. They only had a destination. And that was inside the Eondile's royal palace, with the kings head on a spike. Atlas bid the captain farewell before taking the rest of the bags that the crew set down and heaved it further away from the edge of the pier. He didn't need them getting pushed into the water and sinking to the bottom of the port. Plus he made all these bags, and it took a long time to even stitch the dumb things together since he wasn't really a seamstress. He just hunted and brought back the kills, skinned them and cleaned the meat. Nothing more...well until now. Now he was suppose to be a killer. An assassin. "Can we get going now?" Sidra pressed as the other two of their little crew came to join them. First the girl, who was just about as grumpy and silent as Atlas could be. And the second one...well she didn't really know.
Not like she talked to any of them. She only knew their names. Arséne and Evangeline. Twins from Rinfer. Atlas was the only one who has had contact with any of them, telling them how long it will take to get to Eondile, when dinner was, asking them each if they had their own share of breakfast and so on. It was like he was some big brother and treating them like they were his siblings which wasn't really....odd. He had a family just like them....she would see them around but didn't know if he had kids or if he had sisters and brothers to take care of. Just other children running around in their village that shared his rusty red hair and were always happy when seeing him return from hunting. A older woman would greet him back, smile at him. Sidra's family died long ago, only child with her father leaving when she was young. Her mother died when she was younger due to a sickness in her body. How he was holding up after the loss of all of them was almost impressive. "Wait a minute Sidra" Atlas said with the same tone of voice. He waited until Evangeline and her brother were closer to them before moving their bags towards them. "We find a place to stay first of all. We get our surroundings and stock up on things we need" He said.
Who put you in charge? Sidra thought to herself. Well maybe it was because he was the only person on this crew that was more willing then her to work with the others. Sidra looked toward the crowd of people, a nasty shiver running down her body as she watched their smiling faces and their happy attitudes. How did they deserve this? Why weren't they all as miserable as they were? She wished they were the ones that had been burned to the ground and killed. That their armies were the one trapped and ambushed so that no one could help the people. She wished it was the other way around but only no one survived. Eondile was a filthy, worthless place that deserved to be grounded up to the ground. Sidra just wanted this to be over with, because she knew that this was all a one way ticket. They would kill the king and probably get caught, killed and who knows what. She didn't care.
She didn't care about a lot of stuff now.
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