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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2018 19:11:10 GMT -5
(just know since this is more advanced i will take forever to get a reply out because i have to figure out what to do so it is just a warning as i have never been good at long replies but am willing to attempt giving them a try.)
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 23, 2018 21:29:39 GMT -5
Oh man I feel that so much
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 24, 2018 10:47:46 GMT -5
( I’ll work on my characters later tonight )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 24, 2018 15:21:31 GMT -5
[ pfft I should be doing math homework but I'm gonna take a nap ]
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 24, 2018 18:42:19 GMT -5
Ooh, I like the concept for your new character!))
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Post by Percival de Rolo III on Jan 24, 2018 21:07:43 GMT -5
(I finished with my character a while back, just lurking for now. :3)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 25, 2018 0:03:01 GMT -5
[ I just finished my math homework lol ]
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Jan 25, 2018 15:12:10 GMT -5
.King Lex .
"Well I would certainly advice against that, your majesty." The king's adviser, a small, rodent-like man, blinked his small black eyes. He looked particularly frail in the light which streamed in from the throne room windows. Sickly almost. Was it just a trick of the light Lex wondered, or was that the true form of the man who served him A sewer rat just lucky enough to sniff the royal highness's shoes?
He ran his knuckles across the prickly scruff along his jaw. The smooth amber jewel of his ring was cold against his skin. "I don't particularly care what you advise, Percy. The elves are weak. Were we to strike now, with a quarter of their troops incapacitated, there would be no way for them to stop us." He readjusted himself in his throne, inching just a fraction higher. He was restless. He was tired of being holed up in a dusty fortress waiting for progress to be made. He wished to settle things with the forest ilk so he could move forward with his plans.
"Forgive me, your majesty, but we must keep in mind the risks of entering elfish territory. The wood is so thick that it would be impossible to progress with our cavalry or any machines. Additionally, they know the land much more intimately than our men. Regardless of numbers, they would pick us off one by one as soon as we set foot in the forest." Percy's voice was timid. He failed to look directly at Lex, instead choosing to stare nervously at the king's polished boots.
"Then send men in from all sides. We have territory all around that blasted forest. Surely they can't protect their princess from every direction. We have the num-"
"Actually we're not entirely sure of exactly how many m-"
Lex stood with a flash and threw his goblet directly at the cowering man. Red wine splattered across the throne room floor, and the flying object narrowly missed the adviser's head. It clattered violently to the ground. The noise was enough to draw the attention of the two guards, who came rushing in from the double doors.
"It's fine. Leave us," hissed Lex sharply, who gestured for the men to leave. They did so quickly, looking startled.
Lex looked down at Percy. The man's breath came in short, sniffling gasps. Exhaling slowly, the king made his way down the steps until he stood directly in front of the much smaller man. "Think of something. I want a plan that doesn't involve waiting or firing from a distance. I want them finished. Now." His golden gaze remained trained on the senior adviser for several long seconds.
"Have a maid come in and clean up this mess. Then get out of my sight."
He watched Percy scuttle through the doors, then returned to his throne. "Send in whoever's next," he called down to his guards.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 25, 2018 15:36:26 GMT -5
[ ^^ ]
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tenny
please talk me into doing homework
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Post by tenny on Jan 25, 2018 16:05:18 GMT -5
.Alphonse Gartanison .
Alphonse removed his blade from the belly of the King's Guardsman before him. Not very conventional for an assassin to kill a golden armored man in a back alleyway during the middle of the day, is it? Well, Al was never one for the norm, it's why he became an assassin in the first place. Two boys, twins actually, fourteen of age, stood watch at the assassin's command.
"Thank you boys, that will be all." The silver haired man flipped each boy a coin, from the pocket of the man he just killed no doubt, and the boys ran off down the alleyway. Kind isn't it? For a man like him to spread his wealth. Well don't get too cheery now. Alphonse plans on killing those boys the second they are of no use to him. Cruel isn't it? To kill children, especially after they had just helped him. Al never was a man reliant on morals, he'd be a terrible assassin if he was. There were two things Al cared about most in this world, one of them being money and the other... well... we'll discuss that at a later date.
Al placed the hood from his cloak over his head, and made his way through the busy market. He wasn't halfway through the crowd before a woman screamed. "Guards! Guards! A body! There's a dead body!" Panic struck the market as people rushed around not knowing which way was left or right, like any good thief would, Alphonse took advantage of the situation. He pick pocketed those too worried about their own lives to give a damn about their purse. He stole bread and fruit from a man who was doing his best to make an honest living, while paying off debt from his son's funeral.. Though Al didn't know that. How could he? Even his knowledge was limited, but if it makes you feel any different, he probably would have stolen from the man even if he did know his sad story.
I called Alphonse a thief earlier, if you recall, even though he is an assassin. To Al, being a thief and an assassin go together as well as a fisherman and his net do. There are many things a thief does that would benefit an assassin, in many ways. For instance, the pick pocketing he had done earlier, how was he supposed to pay off those boys if he had no money? Assassin's lived contract to contract, it's not as if he got paid a small fortune upfront before he killed the king with the promise of more after the deed was done... Oh wait... that's right... he did. Alphonse steals because he likes to. It's all he has ever known and it's all he'll ever know, well that and killing.
The thief snaked his way through the alley's leading to his home. Actually it wasn't his real home, in fact, it used to belong to a poor merchant man who drank his life away after his wife left him. Al was going to kill the merchant, but it seems alcohol beat him to it, as hours before he was to kill the man, his heart stopped. No doubt due to liver failure, the merchant's skin was already yellow yet he continued to drink. He deserved death, he had no purpose. At least, that's how Alphonse saw it. He cut up the merchants body and fed it to a nearby farmer's pigs. Two days and six full potbelly pigs later, the merchant no longer existed. That was just under a month ago, Alphonse and the Infiltrator had been there ever since.
I hope you don't mind Glow, but I stole your format.
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Post by flamerune on Jan 25, 2018 16:05:48 GMT -5
[ We can just give the Brute's side plot to the King's Brother. Because I think that side plot will actually be quite important, and it'll be fun to have interaction between the Assassin and one of the King's reps at the Alchemist's cabin. ] [ that is fine with me. Um, I’ll get a starter up later. ]
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Post by flamerune on Jan 25, 2018 16:12:27 GMT -5
[ hey, glow, mind if I use your format too? ]
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Jan 25, 2018 16:19:22 GMT -5
. Auri Carqen .
The undergrowth was cool in the herbalist's fingers. The tiny leaves of deep green pulled free from their stems by her practiced hands. The day was growing late. Already a chill lingered in the shadows of the trees. It was impossible to tell from where she stood what time it was exactly, though she judged it to be an hour or two off sunset. Rain and nightfall seemed caught in a standstill. Which would come first? Again, it was difficult to say. The canopy blocked her in with scraggly black branches and coiling tendrils of green and powder blue. Any other human might have thought it ominous. Perhaps if she were wiser, she would pay heed to the tingling on the back of her neck. But she was an inhabitant of these woods, at least lived on the edge of the moors, where shadows cast darkness over her roof for the majority of the day. She was no longer afraid of what lingered beyond the cover of the brush.
Beside her was a basket full of various freshly picked plants. Later they would be dried and hung in her window or crushed into various concoctions to sell to passing soldiers. As wretched as war was, it was good for her coin purse.
Auri Carqen stood, and wiped the residue of pollen on her apron. As she looked down upon her yield, she again felt a shiver run down the curve of her spine. She fought the urge to look behind her, knowing that she would see nothing. There was never anything there when she felt as though she was being watched. It was animal instinct and nothing more. Besides, if something wanted to watch her without being spotted, it wouldn't have been very hard.
Nevertheless, she looked over her shoulder. Through the trees, past where the gray light illuminated the edge of the moors, she could seen an approaching figure. She sighed, bent to grab her basket, then turned swiftly to the trail back to her cabin. As she walked, she untied the apron from around her waist and draped it over her arm. She entered through the back door, through the familiar scent of dried herbs, earthy mushrooms, and scorched firewood. Footsteps sounded outside the cabin walls. She placed her basket on the kitchen table, then tossed her apron onto on of the empty chairs.
She prepared herself to smile at whatever customer walked through the door. He was human, that much she knew (he had approached from the moors). Likely a lieutenant hoping to pay her for some herbs. The king's stocks were running low, that much she knew. Otherwise she wouldn't be visited twice a day by one of his men. It was hard to collect herbs when surrounded by nothing but swamp and rocks and brutal wind.
Just as the doorknob turned, she spotted a slip of paper on the far side of the table. Her eyes stretched in panic. It was an elfish note, a request by one of the generals for a brew to give their troops. At its foot was an elegant signature. It might as well have been her death warrant. She walked quickly around the table, and positioned herself in front of it just as someone stepped inside.
"Hello!" she said perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. "Can I help you with anything?"
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