GodOfChaos

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Ian soon realized there was no one else that would be coming out of the chimney. He looked towards the last step towards escape. The quiet woman went down easily, a few others had a bit of trouble. When no one else went, he did. Ian took his first few steps with caution. He then continued with ease. Unfortunately, a chunk of the makeshift ramp slid off where Ian had stepped. He was still high enough to fall and get seriously injured. He slipped and just grabbed hold of the edge. Ian took a deep breath and lifted himself back onto the ramp. There was no rapid heart beat nor was his adrenaline or breath increased.

As soon as he got to ground level again, he noticed a pile of bags, all labeled with names. Two men were digging through their bags already. One even stripped half naked to put his clothes on. The quiet lady stood there staring at the pile. Ian wasn't exactly sure what to do from here. He stood for a while and then knelt to the ground. Whatever was going on here was probably the weirdest thing that has ever happened in his entire life. The man that stripped half naked, was now wearing medieval clothes. "What the hell do we do...?" Ian whispered these words to himself quietly. He wasn't sure if anyone heard them.

"So, where do we go from here? I'm open to suggestions." Ian wasn't sure about what exactly they should do. After a few moments of silence Ian spoke up. "Do we split into groups?" He knew it probably wasn't the best idea in the world. But he thought if they were all together in a group, it could cause controversy. It could cause suspicion to the locals. In these times, all they needed was suspicion and a though, and it could get you executed. This is what Ian was worried about.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

@TentacleLord Russians....

Armageddon

Is this RP still open?

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As soon as Ian felt another hand, he pulled with his strength. He lifted the man with ease and looked him over. No facial hair, odd eye color, and black hair. "Thanks man, I'm Jason by the way, from Canada, you?" He seemed like a rather nice fella. But if Ian was taught one thing from his own father, it was that first impressions aren't always everlasting. This is the only lesson that made Ian cautious around others. "Ian, from Ireland..." Ian knew his voice gave it away, but he felt a little comfortable to state where he was from.

There were a few people that were on this roof that he wanted to learn about. In Ian's mind, the woman and the man that whispers too loudly were priorities. He would have to find a good time to confront them as to what they were talking about earlier. Either the woman or the man, maybe even both could have some information to get out of this peculiar land. While Ian always wondered what the time period was like, he was not comfortable with sticking around forever. All he could do was be prepared. If this land were to be where he finished out the rest of his life, it would be that way. For now though, Ian would have to survive.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Hmm, I would assume it would have to be before the Claws of Anarchy fill the entire room and poke the dead with their blades. But thats all I know >.>

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Just a quick note:
I am not gonna lie, I kinda miss RPing, glad I am getting back into it. I might be shaky though so if I miss details, I apologize, just call me out on them and I will correct any errors.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

"Trust me, doesn't make much sense to me either. Reveal the information to them only if absolutely necessary." Ian had just set foot an an uncomfortable roof. The man seemed friendly and so did the woman. The words that the man said bothered Ian a bit though. He would have to ask questions later though, after they were away from this mess. Ian used the inside of his shirt to wipe the black soot off of his face. He would have to take a shower or bath, whatever they did, later on. Ian began to help the two get people out of the chimney. Apparently there was a long line that followed after him. The Queen was helped by the man. Ian reached his hand down as far as he could, waiting for the next person to grab it.

That girl knows something, and I will ask her what she knows later. While Ian didn't often let things get to him, he knew he was in an extremely real situation. Foreign land, foreign people. It sure as hell was nothing like Ireland. He wasn't even sure if all of these people would stick together. He did know that the decision would be made once everyone gets into the woods. He was curious to find out if these rivers had a village of some sort. Of course, with most of everyone's apparel, they would be lucky if they didn't get seized by guards and thrown into a dungeon.

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Chaos. Pure Chaos. That is all this was. After finding out who the woman was, Ian went to the only two options all of them had. The number of people alive began to grow. Even though Ian was further away, he made note of the extremely noticeable change of the noble's eye color. I am not fighting a whole merc army with this crazy broad.

A quick whistle caught his attention for a brief moment. He looked towards the fireplace to see a woman. Where the hell did she come from? Ian quickly looked back at the group. The noble that was crying a few moments earlier was now a queen. It seemed she was the only one left in her own blood line. Ian knew that there wasn't enough armor, weapons, and people to take on whatever was waiting outside those large doors. So there was really only one option out of the two he had been given. ESCAPE!

As the queen charged someone holding a sword, a hint of movement from the corner of his eye led to him to look at the fireplace once more. He quickly dropped the short sword and took a dagger that was resting in a dead man's hand. Ian made way towards the large fireplace that was in the room. He looked back at the others for a few moments before putting the dagger in his mouth and clenched his teeth. He pressed his back to the wall and hopped up to get his feet on the other side of the wall. Ian quickly looked up to see the woman and the man that had began the climb. As he began to climb, he realized it would be an uncomfortable experience. His size made the position he was in awkward. A brogue escaped Ian's lips as he spoke. "Its either escape or die Ian, remember that."

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The deafening sound of sword on sword reached Ian's ears first. There wasn't much thought of it as he stirred a bit. When he realized the sound was continuous his eyes shot open. At first he thought it was just a crazy dream. He slowly turned his head towards a woman sitting on the couch and crying. Another woman was on all fours, looking for something that she may have dropped. She got up when she found what she was looking for, glasses. A few words escaped the woman's lips before another man got up and quickly looked for... live bodies? Ian slowly turned his head the opposite direction. Gallons of blood and severed limbs were all over the room. The sight didn't bother him a bit. Soon after another woman stood up to help the man.

Who the hell are these people? With a little more examination, Ian realized he was not home. He realized this wasn't a dream and he sure as hell realized that he was no wheres near home. As he got up he reached for a short sword. He had a really bad feeling that these people were either hostile, or something really bad was about to happen. Even if none of this was true, the short sword may come in handy later on. He looked over everyone that appeared to be alive and kicking. Four different souls. Ian stood away from the few people that were moving. He was hoping that no one would notice him just yet. The most important question he had in the past 24 hours popped into his head.

Is this permanent?

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Name- Ian Hunt

Age- 23

Race- Human

Gender- Male

Personality- Ian tends to keep his mouth shut. He often speak his mind when it is too late. He is open minded and is also willing to listen to ones opinion or idea. Ian can be a great listener and he will respect your opinion as long as you don't make a fuss over his own. He is often underestimated and has used that as a weapon against an opponent. Most of the time, he considers all consequences before taking action on anyone or anything.
Skills-
+ Hand to hand combat
+ Drawing
+ Guitar player
+ Writing
+ Woodcarving
+ Painting

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