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Post by Brownie on Jul 27, 2020 20:10:34 GMT -5
I've really, really been wanted more rp and haven't found anywhere else that you can get the wcf vibe (or more than two sentences, if I'm being honest). So more jump in places. Wooo.
IS THIS ROLEPLAY FOR YOU?
you must
- like dragons
- have an incurable itch for roleplay
- that's it, there's no requirements, just jump in
Oh, and if there seems like no good place to jump in, either ask and I'll give ya some suggestions, or just make a starter somewhere and I'll jump in with you.
this is a worldbuilding sandbox roleplay meaning there's nothing there until you put it there. Go ham, make towns, make backstories, make lore. Adventure is out there for anyone so bold to make the leap. Once things start being made, I'll edit em to the top of the front page for all your viewing pleasure.
Tem'vu - a somewhat large nation in the northwest of the continent. Mostly flat land, surrounded on most sides by mountains and oceans.
Rath - a large coastal port town of Tem'vu on the northwest corner of the continent. Most well known for its dragon postal services and trade. Drakes and wyverns are common, but the larger-than-building fire-breathing dragons are monopolized by Rath's breeding program.
Midlu - a barony in the mountains of Tem'vu south of Rath
The Vulgate - a cold nation in the far southern mountains
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Post by Brownie on Jul 27, 2020 20:25:12 GMT -5
- - - all my character starters. Scroll through if you want a place to jump in, anything with (open) is still currently open !!
(kept updated, I keep making characters and all of the latest starters will be put here !!) - - - Pan && Thorn City of Rath, docks . open Thorn didn't know what was going on. The docks were loud, clamoring. Boats were everywhere, people even more so. Each went their own way and made some sort of sound. Animals added to the cacophony: hens screeched in a cage as a dockman loaded a raft, another hosted a dozen or so goats --screaming in their scarily human way, and a few younger dragons and drakes let out the occasional thunderclap roars. It made Thorn nervous, something Pan knew to look for and noticed quickly. Pan put a comforting hand on Thorn's shoulder, made soft reassuring sounds that reached the direwolf's ears. "It'll be over soon," Pan said soothingly. "We just have to pick up some letters, that's all."
The direwolf may not be capable of speaking, but he understood Pan to the letter. The direwolf straightened to his full height, towering over Pan's form. Pan smiled and swung himself atop the direwolf's harness, tugging gently on the fur on Thorn's shoulders to direct him to the post. The people scurrying around the docks unloading and loading rafts made way for Thorn and Pan like water around a stone. Pan frowned slightly. He was accustomed to people being in awe or afraid or respectful of Thorn. But then again, he thought, glancing over at the docks where several dragons lay coiled, it might take a bit more to move the denizens of Rath. - - - Micah Etherium Mines . open Micah has spent his whole life in the small mining village. His father was a higher up in the company that ran operations here, the one in charge of doing the paperwork for this settlement. His mother followed: a priestess of smaller deities, she quickly occupied the small temple of shrines, making it her domain. This was where Micah was born and though his father owned the largest house in the village --made of stone, compared to the other's wooden lodges-- it was the temple where Micah had spent most of his time growing up. It had begun as a small, open-walled structure with four pillars and a roof to keep the rain off the small collection of statuettes underneath. Over the years, Micah and his mother expanded it, cutting bricks from the stone slag hauled from the mines until it surpassed being a shrine and could respectably be called a temple.
It was in the common space Micah worked now, unstacking wooden chairs to set in the open space before the ritual that afternoon. It was the full moon, the time to honor Luna, the matron of water and bounty. Many of the villagers would attend his mother's speech that evening as she collected the moon water and spread it around the room, giving the occupants good luck for the coming month. Micah hummed as he worked, arranging the chairs into neat lines. The temple was cool, calming, familiar. Micah loved the temple.
So why did it feel so claustrophobic? It pulled on his stomach, anticipation for something the young man couldn't quite understand. The feeling comes and goes, a restlessness he couldn't shake. It was always in times of calm it snuck up on him. Annoyed, he pushed it back. He didn't know what it was, exactly, other than it made him want to leave his duties and sneak out to the top of the mountain, the bottom of the cliffs, away. But he didn't have time for that, he didn't want that. At least, he thought he wanted to stay. He frowned, looking out the window to the rolling hills, the road beyond. "Good job, Micah," his mother said, entering the temple. Micah nodded distractedly, pulled back to his task. He shook the feeling, getting back to work. He still had to sweep the floors before the ceremony, after all. - - - Nasir && Ra Ruins of Lakholm . open
tl;dr: hunt for rare creatures in the middle of nowhere Nasir frowned, kicking at the wooden slats of one of the barrels. Dust shook free from the top, drawing Ra's notice. The younger boy shot Nasir a glare, a warning. Nasir sighed and moved to the other side of the road where he found a patch of shade. He leaned against the clay wall, flicking his knife from hand to hand. Nasir had followed Ra along with a surprisingly large entourage for the mere four archaeologists working on site. Most of it was Ellis' doing: the old man was funded by a wide variety of sponsors from even farther places. He seemed to have an unlimited amount of funds, allowing him to hire bookkeepers, cooks, menials, mercenaries, and even a drake-rider to stay on site in case any messages of utmost urgency needed to be sent.
Ellis even invited a few archaeologists to join him, for the steep price that he would take claim to any discovery they would find. Ra was one of those people, and, to Nasir's great disappointment, he was expected to follow.
"It's the opportunity of a lifetime," Ra had said, pleading. "And Lakholm is in the middle of nowhere, you can go off and.." Nasir could remember vividly how Ra paused, waving his hands to encompass all of Nasir, "...live off the land for a few weeks... or something. Weren't you saying how much you wanted to leave the cities just last night?"
Nasir had shook his head, but it was already decided. Ra would have his way as he always did, leaving Nasir to follow along in his trail like a shadow. That was how it always was.
He sheathed the knife, sliding down the side of the wall to sit on the cobblestones, still dusty with sand and clay from when they had been excavated. He didn't regret it, despite his boredom. Nasir watched as Ra worked across the street, crouched over something in the alleyway between two walls. He had a brush in one hand, a notebook held in the crook of the other arm. He would alternate from brushing dust away from whatever he was looking at, then shifting the brush between his other fingers to use a pen to scribble something down in the notebook. Occasionally he'd rotate around the object --Nasir was pretty sure it was some sort of vase or bowl-- and repeat the process.
Nasir shook his head slightly and let himself fall into a more comfortable position, content to wait and doze while Ra... did whatever he was doing. He would hear all about the finding tonight when they went back to their tent. Ra would be as excited as if he had found the tomb of an old king, even if it were just some dusty vase. That was something Nasir could never understand, but he loved hearing Ra's passion even if he could care less about an old bowl, or coin, or anything else in the abandoned town. Ra was like a little brother to him.
But the site was quiet. Safe. Ellis' mercenaries swept the surrounding lands and formed a perimeter, keeping the worst of the beasts away from their camp. Ra would be even safer here than in the cities. Nasir would go out tomorrow, that was for sure. Maybe there were some extraneous hangers-on in the entourage that could go out on a hunt. They were in the middle of nowhere, with no roads, no travelers. The closest hamlet was over a day's ride away. The ruin was outside of any notable path, probably the reason it was so undisturbed despite being hundreds of years old. All Nasir knew is that wherever there weren't any people, there were always plenty of rare creatures. Maybe there would be something he could hunt to turn a profit. He loved Ra, but digging vases wasn't going to pay rent. - - - Rosalee Roadside . open They sat at the side of the road, hands holding a warm cup of tea. It was brewed from herbs gathered during yesterday's travels and was bitter, but Rosalee didn't mind. They liked the oddity of it, the way the minutiae mixed into other flavors. They could taste the sharp mint, the warmth of chamomile, the slight sweetness of mallow. It warmed their stomach as they rested at their camp, somewhat near a crossroads. <We should ask for sugar,> Lee commented to them. <This is healing, for us. Healing is not pleasant.>
<It is tea. It shall be pleasant.> But Rosa drew farther away from Lee, distancing their connection, silencing them. Rosa was the dominant, they would choose what their body did. Lee let their mentality shift back towards Rosa and the two reconnected in harmony as they sipped the tea. Rosalee hummed the notes to an old march, something they remembered from a war in the south centuries past. They wondered if any human still knew the tune.
The shape-shifter was old, but wore the body of a young maiden. It was Rosa's preferred form: Rosa had always felt more feminine of them. They wore a pretty girl with long, dark hair, bright green eyes and a welcoming face. They had been at the crossroads for a few days now, offering their services to weary travelers. The face-changer had many skills in healing, both mundane and magic, and they also had a faint gift of prophecy. Rosalee was a wanderer, a helper. They enjoyed using their knowledge to aid weary travelers. Their camp was warm and open, a fire flickering in the open clearing surrounded by collected logs and boulders for seating. Their tent was made from fallen branches woven tightly and shielded by thatch. It was well worn, homely. Rosalee decided they would stay here a while; the weather was beautiful, the herb gathering bountiful, travelers plentiful. It would be a good place to rest.
- - - Shari Road to Rath . closed (with Viperious) Shari sat on a hill on the road leaving Rath to the south. She hadn't decided where she was going yet; she had only decided she was leaving Rath that morning, knew that another day humoring that old man Balthun would have driven her mad. So she sat on the hill, eating an apple and two sandwiches she snatched from the basket as she left for a midday lunch. Because she had no where in mind she was headed, she didn't mind setting a slower pace. Shari was only a few miles from Rath --she could still see the walls, out in the distance, and the smoke and smog that surrounded the large city-- but already she felt much lighter, freer, than she had in months.
Shari cut an imposing figure on the hillside. She wore the sharp-cut red uniform of Midlu militia, the flower-and-chalice crest sewn with bright gold thread. Shari had two swords, one decorative rapier at her hip, another, a wide-guard saber, strapped to her back. In military uniform, riding trousers, and with her hair cropped to a close shave, she might easily be mistaken for a man from the roadside. This, of course, was by design. Even her chest --which didn't have much to show regardless-- was bound. It wasn't uncommon for women to be in the military ranks, but she knew from experience that she would be taken more seriously if she appeared a young boy.
It really did get tiring having to fight back every time she wanted cadets to jump to her word. One day, perhaps, it would be different. It was only within the last ten years that women were allowed into the fighting ranks, after all, and she would be able to drop the act once she was back in Midlu, where the red-eyed dragon at her shoulder would be enough to make anyone ask 'how high?' when she asked them to jump.
But she wasn't headed to Midlu, not yet. It was spring, creeping into summer, but the tall passes that lead across the mountains to Shari's home wouldn't be open for weeks. She crunched the apple, content to enjoy the sun and the day, watching the people roam the road beneath her. More people were headed into Rath than away: merchants come to the ports to move wares, sometimes immigrants looking to find better work in the city than work the same farmland day after day after day with only one bad yield between them and the tax collector's whip. Poor souls, she thought, shaking her head. Rath was a completely different world, the country bumpkins would be eaten alive by the city and spit back out without another thought given to them. - - - |
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Post by Brownie on Jul 28, 2020 12:47:54 GMT -5
[[ old starters will go here once I get new ones for them, I know I'm going to make a pt.2 for Pan/Thorn soon, gonna use this post to archive the old starter ]]
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Post by Glatisant on Jul 28, 2020 17:44:48 GMT -5
This sounds fun!))
A lone figure walked down the road to Rath. The figure was clad in heavy Vulgar Iron armor. Despite the rarity and value of such a set of armor it was in a state of heavy disrepair with parts of the armor broken off and spots of rust appearing on the black metal's surface. It was clear that whoever wore it had come a long way.
As he neared Rath and became confident of his safety Viperious became more relaxed. It had been a long journey to come all the way from The Vulgate to Rath. The cold and mountainous lands of The Vulgate lie in the extreme south of the continent. Travel was made even more difficult due to the constant conflict between the Iron Kings that had lasted nearly a millennia. The same wars had driven him from his home and forced him into exile.
His journey was made more difficult by the fact his armor was made from Vulgar Iron. The iron was highly prized for its unique combination of durability, flexibility, and its low weight. But the constant wars of The Vulgate made it nearly impossible for the iron to be found outside of its lands. All this meant that many bandits had attempted to attack him to steal his armor. Though now that he was nearing Rath he hoped that he would be less likely to run into any bandits.
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Post by Brownie on Jul 28, 2020 18:44:38 GMT -5
- - - Hopefully it will be! I'm so excited to see others' worldbuilding. And already we have a new country and conflict to work in, very exciting. - - - Shari Road . with Viperious The black armor caught the light, or rather, pulled it in. Even with the day bright as can be, the armor seemed a shadow as the person approached from down the road. Vulgar Iron. She knew it, if only because Midlu had provided relief aid sporadically to the warring southern nations when things got particularly heated. Shari hadn't ever seen a Vulgar warrior herself, but there were plenty of tales and stories regarding their legendary Vulgar Iron. Like darkness, a shadow, lightweight even in full plate. And it was valuable.
She could have wondered what had brought someone this far from The Vulgate, but wondering did little to give answers. Instead, she shoved the sandwich she hadn't eaten back into the pack, slinging it over a shoulder as she started down the hill to intercept the warrior. "Hey," she called out in greeting. "Where'd you find that?" It would be obvious what she was referring to. Shari kept some distance from the road when she stopped. Either this person was a legendary warrior or an even greater fool to wear Vulgar Iron out on the open road, especially this close to the port city Rath. She'd like to think the city was safe, but centers of wealth always had their way of creating less honest trade lines, and with their dragons and quick population boom, Rath was no exception to this rule. - - - |
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Post by Glatisant on Jul 28, 2020 19:37:20 GMT -5
Caught off guard, Viperious looked to the direction the question had come from. Looking to the side he spotted what looked to be a young man with two swords, one on the hip and the other upon the back. Wearing military garb as well. He frowned under his visor. While bandits were troublesome they could be dealt with without fear of sanction. Killing a member of the military? It wouldn't end well.
As Viperious' native language was Vulgar he had to take a moment to translate the young man's question in his mind. Where had he gotten his armor? He paused, carefully considering how to answer the question. Should he tell the truth? No, he didn't want to give away anything about himself. So he decided to answer "Where did I get this? I found it ... on a corpse. If you're quick enough you can get a piece of armor or two off a corpse before the soldiers get to them. It's not very easy though." Viperious his best to hide his accent though with such limited experience with the language it was hard to do. Despite this he hoped the lack of a surcoat sporting any colors or coat of arms would help lend credence to his lie. Vulgar Knights would never dare hide them - it's the ultimate dishonor to have them taken away.
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Post by Brownie on Jul 28, 2020 20:33:41 GMT -5
- - - ... - - - Shari Road . with Viperious He had an interesting accent, but like most everyone could understand Common. Rath drew many travelers, but she couldn't place his from anyone she had talked with. But Vulgar Iron was notoriously guarded by the Knights and he said he had gotten it off a dead soldier, it was likely that he had been all the way from the Vulgate, or at least nearby. From the way he wore the armor instead of carrying it in a bag to sell, he must have some training himself. Perhaps a mercenary. She didn't particularly look highly upon looters, but she also knew that she would have done the same if the opportunity arose. "If you're looking to sell, don't go near the docks. They haggle in blood." It didn't matter how good of a fighter you were, if ten men jumped you and pushed you into the water, you were as good as dead.
Shari hesitated. "Find Lizbet, she's a fence, but she might give you a fair price." She didn't know why she felt the need to help this nameless traveler. The Vulgar Iron drew her eyes and her curiosity. Looter or no, he had traveled far and deserved a stroke of luck. Maybe that was all she was, a conduit of some higher power to aid him on his journey. It certainly gave reason for the sudden urge to run away herself. Perhaps. - - - |
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Post by Glatisant on Jul 28, 2020 21:24:47 GMT -5
The young man spoke again and Viperious had to translate the words in his head causing a slight pause in the conversation. Shaking his head slightly Viperious responded curtly "Had I wanted riches I would have sold it already." Staring through the eye slits of the visor he wondered what the young man had to gain from helping him. In The Vulgate the only people offering help were either fools or waiting to backstab you. Despite this Viperious was in a land foreign to him. Discarding the strangers goodwill would not be a smart move.
"While I am not here to sell this armor, perhaps you can tell me the location of a..." He paused, struggling to remember the word in common for one who works with metal - shaping tools and weapons from them. After floundering for the word unsuccessfully he settled for a direct translation of the Vulgar term. "An Iron-Shaper. Could you assist me with that?" He finally continued, thinking that perhaps he should have practiced Common more.
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Post by Brownie on Jul 28, 2020 22:41:15 GMT -5
[[ ya never have to ask to jump in (:
go for it!
and if you don't want to be in Pan's scene or this roadside convo just make something I have like, two other characters and I can jump into ur starter instead
i'll get a reply in a few mins in the middle of league match ]]
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Post by Brownie on Jul 29, 2020 0:17:08 GMT -5
- - - This is rough cuz like, obviously powerful man in shadow armor should not be approached but at the same time she wants to Know what is Up. - - - Shari Road . with Viperious Shari nodded along with the armored man. It had been a test, of sorts. To claim Vulgar Iron, he must be a fighter of some kind. "A blacksmith?" she said. She hesitated again, time for another choice. She had just left the city after all, and helping a merc was a coin flip any day of the week. But something deep inside knew she would agree, if only to get to the bottom of where he had come from. That decided, she made her way closer. "I could take you to one, for a price," she offered. "But I don't go around helping strangers. I'm Shari, second captain of the Midlu militia." She put her hands on her hips, watching closely for any tics the man had. The armor really didn't help in that regard, but it was worth trying to judge his character if she could. She didn't mind aiding a citizen for coin, hell, she was probably one of the more altruistic of the rather secluded Midlu people, but there was being kind and being stupid. And turning your back to a trained fighter was in the latter category. - - - |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jul 29, 2020 15:04:13 GMT -5
(ooh this looks fun! hmmm who to use... are magic users/non human characters allowed?)
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Post by Brownie on Jul 29, 2020 15:18:46 GMT -5
[[ of course go ham.
Pan's a sorc and Thorn's a direwolf so yep checks out.
and there are dragons.]]
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Post by Glatisant on Jul 29, 2020 18:18:52 GMT -5
Viperious paused, considering Shari's offer. He had simply wanted information - not a guide. Though he had to admit that having a guide would be very useful. Taking a moment to translate he said "Yes, a blacksmith. As you can see this armor has seen better days and is in need of repair."
Keeping his left hand on the hilt of the bastard sword on his hip he reached towards a pouch with opposite hand. Pulling out a small coin purse he undid the drawstring keeping a close eye on Shari watching for any sudden moves. He took out an amount a bit more on the generous side and held it out in his gauntleted hand for Shari to take "I appreciate the assistance. Having someone familiar with area guide me will be very useful." He said still watching carefully.
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Post by Brownie on Jul 29, 2020 18:30:32 GMT -5
- - - more peeps to run around with - - - Micah Etherium Mines . open Micah has spent his whole life in the small mining village. His father was a higher up in the company that ran operations here, the one in charge of doing the paperwork for this settlement. His mother followed: a priestess of smaller deities, she quickly occupied the small temple of shrines, making it her domain. This was where Micah was born and though his father owned the largest house in the village --made of stone, compared to the other's wooden lodges-- it was the temple where Micah had spent most of his time growing up. It had begun as a small, open-walled structure with four pillars and a roof to keep the rain off the small collection of statuettes underneath. Over the years, Micah and his mother expanded it, cutting bricks from the stone slag hauled from the mines until it surpassed being a shrine and could respectably be called a temple.
It was in the common space Micah worked now, unstacking wooden chairs to set in the open space before the ritual that afternoon. It was the full moon, the time to honor Luna, the matron of water and bounty. Many of the villagers would attend his mother's speech that evening as she collected the moon water and spread it around the room, giving the occupants good luck for the coming month. Micah hummed as he worked, arranging the chairs into neat lines. The temple was cool, calming, familiar. Micah loved the temple.
So why did it feel so claustrophobic? It pulled on his stomach, anticipation for something the young man couldn't quite understand. The feeling comes and goes, a restlessness he couldn't shake. It was always in times of calm it snuck up on him. Annoyed, he pushed it back. He didn't know what it was, exactly, other than it made him want to leave his duties and sneak out to the top of the mountain, the bottom of the cliffs, away. But he didn't have time for that, he didn't want that. At least, he thought he wanted to stay. He frowned, looking out the window to the rolling hills, the road beyond. "Good job, Micah," his mother said, entering the temple. Micah nodded distractedly, pulled back to his task. He shook the feeling, getting back to work. He still had to sweep the floors before the ceremony, after all. - - - ... |
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Post by Brownie on Jul 29, 2020 22:49:38 GMT -5
[ ahhh you sniped my post I've been refreshing and didn't notice.
I'll get a reply after dinner promise ]
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Post by Brownie on Jul 30, 2020 1:40:29 GMT -5
- - - dudes atla is so good I was robbed of a childhood holy moly - - - Shari Road . with Viperious Now that she was closer, Shari could see that the armor, like a shadow from a distance, was peppered with wear. She didn't know how well it could be repaired this far north: it was likely no one had ever seen Vulgar Iron up here, let alone could forge it. But if she were the betting type, she would put her money on Asa Firehand. If anyone in Rath could do it, it was him.
Shari watched closely as the man reached into his pockets, coming back with coin. She closed the gap, taking the coin with a smile. "I can do useful, hopefully," she said jokingly. She reckoned if he was looking for a fight, he'd have taken the opportunity by now. It was only really then, when she relaxed, that she realized she had been the more threatening one: a fighter waiting by the road outside of a large city with two swords and military garb, coming down to talk to the first person with obviously valuable goods? "Ah." Shari slipped the coins into her pocket, letting down her guard. "I think I've gone and made a bad first impression. I've never seen Vulgar Iron outside of ale stories. It really is just like a shadow." She knew better than to pry, especially since the man seemed to be avoiding the subject. But she wasn't beyond testing the edges and hoping he'd let something slip. - - - |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jul 30, 2020 3:43:48 GMT -5
Oh cool!! I'll probably use one (or all if I/this rp stays active?) of these then but probably won't post until the afternoon since it's so late rn, sliiightly leaning toward Mordecai atm since I haven't used him as much yet but let me know if there's one yall are particularly interested in seeing ^^) |
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Post by Brownie on Jul 30, 2020 13:24:22 GMT -5
[ you say that but I was still up lmao
with the plague putting me remote, I've chosen to pursue my dream of being nocturnal
oh, and if you want Magics that would probably be more easterly. Of course, you can put anyone in Rath, since the economic boom shook it up, there's people from all over the world trying to get a piece of it.
I'm imagining the mines where Micah lives are somewhat to the eastern edge of Rath's influence. He's a cleric that deals mostly in healing, touch, kinetics and the body. Basically your dnd cleric but without the undead parts. ]
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Post by Brownie on Jul 31, 2020 3:09:09 GMT -5
- - - Time for some lil archaeologist boys - - - Nasir && Ra Ruins of Lakholm . open
tl;dr: hunt for rare creatures in the middle of nowhere Nasir frowned, kicking at the wooden slats of one of the barrels. Dust shook free from the top, drawing Ra's notice. The younger boy shot Nasir a glare, a warning. Nasir sighed and moved to the other side of the road where he found a patch of shade. He leaned against the clay wall, flicking his knife from hand to hand. Nasir had followed Ra along with a surprisingly large entourage for the mere four archaeologists working on site. Most of it was Ellis' doing: the old man was funded by a wide variety of sponsors from even farther places. He seemed to have an unlimited amount of funds, allowing him to hire bookkeepers, cooks, menials, mercenaries, and even a drake-rider to stay on site in case any messages of utmost urgency needed to be sent.
Ellis even invited a few archaeologists to join him, for the steep price that he would take claim to any discovery they would find. Ra was one of those people, and, to Nasir's great disappointment, he was expected to follow.
"It's the opportunity of a lifetime," Ra had said, pleading. "And Lakholm is in the middle of nowhere, you can go off and.." Nasir could remember vividly how Ra paused, waving his hands to encompass all of Nasir, "...live off the land for a few weeks... or something. Weren't you saying how much you wanted to leave the cities just last night?"
Nasir had shook his head, but it was already decided. Ra would have his way as he always did, leaving Nasir to follow along in his trail like a shadow. That was how it always was.
He sheathed the knife, sliding down the side of the wall to sit on the cobblestones, still dusty with sand and clay from when they had been excavated. He didn't regret it, despite his boredom. Nasir watched as Ra worked across the street, crouched over something in the alleyway between two walls. He had a brush in one hand, a notebook held in the crook of the other arm. He would alternate from brushing dust away from whatever he was looking at, then shifting the brush between his other fingers to use a pen to scribble something down in the notebook. Occasionally he'd rotate around the object --Nasir was pretty sure it was some sort of vase or bowl-- and repeat the process.
Nasir shook his head slightly and let himself fall into a more comfortable position, content to wait and doze while Ra... did whatever he was doing. He would hear all about the finding tonight when they went back to their tent. Ra would be as excited as if he had found the tomb of an old king, even if it were just some dusty vase. That was something Nasir could never understand, but he loved hearing Ra's passion even if he could care less about an old bowl, or coin, or anything else in the abandoned town. Ra was like a little brother to him.
But the site was quiet. Safe. Ellis' mercenaries swept the surrounding lands and formed a perimeter, keeping the worst of the beasts away from their camp. Ra would be even safer here than in the cities. Nasir would go out tomorrow, that was for sure. Maybe there were some extraneous hangers-on in the entourage that could go out on a hunt. They were in the middle of nowhere, with no roads, no travelers. The closest hamlet was over a day's ride away. The ruin was outside of any notable path, probably the reason it was so undisturbed despite being hundreds of years old. All Nasir knew is that wherever there weren't any people, there were always plenty of rare creatures. Maybe there would be something he could hunt to turn a profit. He loved Ra, but digging vases wasn't going to pay rent. - - - |
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Post by Brownie on Jul 31, 2020 3:15:26 GMT -5
[[ mk that's three characters I have open. Plenty of places for all yall that want to jump in someplace!
technically, Ra can also be jumped in with if anyone has an archaeologist or something along those lines, or someone who would be in the entourage of archaeologists for other reasons. Probably easier and more fun to go hunting unicorns with nasir tho lmao ]]
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Post by Brownie on Jul 31, 2020 16:37:14 GMT -5
- - - Dudea I really have too many characters up on this but I really want to make a shape-changer, Rosalee.
Screw it, I'm doing it. I love them already.
This is the last one tho, until we get some people in here. Promise. I just love writing starters, its an addiction. - - - Rosalee Roadside . open They sat at the side of the road, hands holding a warm cup of tea. It was brewed from herbs gathered during yesterday's travels and was bitter, but Rosalee didn't mind. They liked the oddity of it, the way the minutiae mixed into other flavors. They could taste the sharp mint, the warmth of chamomile, the slight sweetness of mallow. It warmed their stomach as they rested at their camp, somewhat near a crossroads. <We should ask for sugar,> Lee commented to them.
<This is healing, for us. Healing is not pleasant.>
<It is tea. It shall be pleasant.> But Rosa drew farther away from Lee, distancing their connection, silencing them. Rosa was the dominant, they would choose what their body did. Lee let their mentality shift back towards Rosa and the two reconnected in harmony as they sipped the tea. Rosalee hummed the notes to an old march, something they remembered from a war in the south centuries past. They wondered if any human still knew the tune.
The shape-shifter was old, but wore the body of a young maiden. It was Rosa's preferred form: Rosa had always felt more feminine of them. They wore a pretty girl with long, dark hair, bright green eyes and a welcoming face. They had been at the crossroads for a few days now, offering their services to weary travelers. The face-changer had many skills in healing, both mundane and magic, and they also had a faint gift of prophecy. Rosalee was a wanderer, a helper. They enjoyed using their knowledge to aid weary travelers. Their camp was warm and open, a fire flickering in the open clearing surrounded by collected logs and boulders for seating. Their tent was made from fallen branches woven tightly and shielded by thatch. It was well worn, homely. Rosalee decided they would stay here a while; the weather was beautiful, the herb gathering bountiful, travelers plentiful. It would be a good place to rest.
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Post by Glatisant on Jul 31, 2020 20:27:03 GMT -5
Brownie sorry for taking awhile to respond. I was just so tired yesterday. Also my prescription on my glasses made that pink on blue look 3d and I had to take them off lol)) "Indeed, I was quite surprised when I first laid eye upon it as well. The rumors don't do the real thing justice." Viperious replied slowly and concisely - making it clear the he knew that Shari was probing for information and that he didn't intend to give more than he needed to. Taking his hand off the hilt of his sword he said "I would like to get to town as soon as possible. I'll need to find accommodations for tonight. I've had my fill of sleeping on the dirt in armor." He really did hope to find somewhere he could finally get a bed in and not have to sleep in his armor. He was exhausted from his journey and the way he was forced to live. However he had to do his best not to let it show. Any sign of weakness on his part would leave him vulnerable to being assaulted.
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Post by Brownie on Aug 1, 2020 0:10:22 GMT -5
- - - npnp its all cool. this place is just a low key, low stress jump in for dumping words
and I think the pink is a mobile thing? mine is fine on pc, but it also looked funky with my glasses on mobile. - - - Shari Road . with Viperious Shari shrugged as she turned towards the city. "Should get there plenty before nightfall. There's plenty of inns inside the city, though you might have to look around for one with vacancy." It was getting crowded in Rath. She had been there on vacation only a few years ago and already the docks had doubled in size. There were plenty of people outside the walls, space inside was at a premium. Shari was lucky she had someplace to stay, having been there on political business, but had visited enough packed taverns to know that the more honest had few rooms to spare and charged extra coin when they did, knowing full well that the people would pay lest they find no where but the stables to sleep that night.
She started on the road, not wasting more words or time. Perhaps she could get a few trinkets while she was in the artisan's quadrant. The children back in Midlu would love the little clay dragons they sold for a few coppers. And then she could visit the post. She hadn't thought to check in before leaving --having stormed out in such a rush-- but now the opportunity was a good one. - - - |
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Post by Glatisant on Aug 1, 2020 16:36:16 GMT -5
I'll get a reply up a bit later tonight. I just got a new phone and I'm transferring over everything myself))
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Post by Brownie on Aug 2, 2020 17:39:28 GMT -5
[[ why can I never think of ideas for actually writing shorts and stuff but I have infinite ideas when it comes to wanting to rp it.
If I could only harness the wild rp energies I could be so much more productive.
I think most of it is having to bounce off other people, that makes it engaging and makes me have to think instead of following the same character paths.
Join me peeps ]]
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Post by Glatisant on Aug 2, 2020 17:53:28 GMT -5
Viperious walked down the road following closely behind Shari. "What kind of place is Rath. I know that recently it's begun to grow rapidly and that it's known for its dargons but beyond that I know nothing." While Viperious knew such an admission could leave him open to being conned he figured that Shari wasn't likely to try and do anything. He would have done so already had he wanted.
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Post by Brownie on Aug 2, 2020 23:48:40 GMT -5
- - - (: - - - Shari Road to Rath . with Viperious Shari took a moment to think. "That's the idea. Countess appeared out of the north with dragon eggs, now everyone wants a piece of it." Shari shook her head, then tapped on her chest where the golden Midlu insignia was threaded into the uniform. "Even Midlu --that's a barony, my barony in fact-- a place that hasn't owed allegiance in anything but name in generations, has sent people --me-- to Rath. City's big. Mostly wooden shacks, anything that could be put up in a night before the guards could knock it down. I imagine for a city that has a renowned postal service, half these buildings don't even have legal addresses."
She waved a hand, then pointed towards the wall creeping ever closer as they walked. "At least in the poorer districts and the docks. Around and outside the main walls. Even the artisans square, I suppose. The guards keep most of the inner city clear of the, um, temporary housing." Not that there was much to Rath before the Countess, the dragons, and the Rathian Post. A fishing town at best, one that maybe dabbled in trade to the very northern parts of the world and the few people crazy enough to call the frozen islands home. "This wall," Shari said, gesturing again to the large wooden structure in the distance, "was commissioned by the Countess when she arrived. Used to fit some farmland inside, now it can barely contain the city proper. What's now the 'inner city' was the old stone walls when Rath was just a dukedom. Everything between those two walls has been built in the last seven years." - - - |
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Post by Brownie on Aug 6, 2020 19:41:00 GMT -5
[[ Just finished two more shorts from this world. It feels so nice to have an open world without any expectations or limitations to it. I feel so stuck in my other two big established worlds, this is a nice break from all that (: ]]
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Post by --cato phoenix on Aug 8, 2020 5:56:00 GMT -5
aaaa sorry for the late reply, I’ve been pretty distracted recently both by irl and online stuff and I’m actually on vacation now so I haven’t been on the forums as much. Still interested though!
Hmm... Mordecai’s a type of mutant vampire in the story so maybe he could be from an island off the east coast, but traveled to Rath in hopes that it would be easier for him to blend in since there were people from all over the world there? iiiif I do use him- I’m still trying to make up my mind lol)
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