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Just doing a little planning before I make the OOC.

Give it a few days.
I made a banner, forgive me for all the red.
Reeves 2077 even if you want to add that.
Oh, there's not really a requirement. I know it's a cinematic universe, but likely I'll wind up using a mix myself for some characters within the story.
There is now an early character sheet to make a character.

I will put a disclaimer, be prepared to maybe add or edit it later, because usually I realize there's other stuff I need to add, after people make a sheet.
Wow, almost lost hope there'd be interest in this for awhile.

I guess I'll start at least finalizing the CS while I wait and see if we got a few more.
High Table Stories



Following the death of a member of the High Table, the seat had been left open with no one set to fill it. Arriani Geverran was a fine man who valued the traditions his position championed, perhaps with more cold zeal than any other, such that many believe this characteristic may have ultimately been his undoing. The many families under him and even those unaffiliated have begun a scramble for power, killing their rivals while the High Table's remaining members began a process for deciding Arriani's successor.

As each day passes, possible candidates die one by one, assassins of this dark cabal begin making a name for themselves pulling off the highest risk jobs they may ever take in their life short of defying the High Table directly. A new wave of assassins have begun. Killing for their respective factions, or a free gun to the highest bidder. The clock ticks down to deciding the successor, and not one of these factions will wait for that countdown until they are decidedly the victor. Little do they know this isn't a typical power struggle, not even on the standards of one for a seat at the High Table.


So begins a month they will remember as the 30 Red Days.






Zabar Ruins - Southern Region

@Rezod92

As soon as Garrick crossed over to the ring of sand that the worms were making around their would-be meal, their attention turned to him, the sudden threat, but all the same an additional serving to them. These young Aldugan Sand Worms were worked up, and given their size, as well as the shallow spikes forming on their backs, they'd leave the nest in just a few years for the open sands where they'd have room to grow into an adult. In short, they were the teens of the species.

Garrick would be dealing with some troublesome foes, not for their sturdiness or strength, but rather elusiveness, taking preference to strike from unawares. Though, their spiked spines would reveal their location in the sand, before they would dive for an attack, though the speed they moved made these spines just as dangerous, an adult's would split small ships in two, though in this case if Garrick was in the way of a speeding worm he would suffer only a few cuts.

The worms themselves possessed one last ditch effort should they find themselves outmatched, and that is a toxin they spew from within their saw-like mouths. It has a paralyzing property, but doing so also expends the worm's strength, forcing them to retreat if not handled properly. As adults, they lose this ability and focus entirely on growth. It was fortunate for Garrick though, that they had yet to develop the thick sand-coated skin of their adult forms, perhaps it would not take long to dispatch of them.



Underhull, Mayleaf Orphanage

@Letter Bee@Renose

Ms. Mayleaf required silence as she treated the man. She saw how distraught Kazue and Ken were, or rather, riled up was perhaps the right word. She urged them to stay put, at least for now. Even if they wanted retribution, they would not know where to go or how to do it. This man in bed getting treatment was their only lead if they wished to go about it.

A bit of time passed, and the man's condition was stabilized. He was cleaned up, and he was no longer twitching, just sleeping, although there was still a great deal of worry about how he may be. This drug was known to change a person's psyche to some extent as an after effect, and from how much it looked like he consumed, it was beyond a safe dose. Well beyond. He didn't even seem cognitive at that point.

"Kellen was someone who helped around this area of the Underhull every so often, he disappeared some months ago. This drug here, that he was holding, he said he was going to find the ones responsible, and I told him not to. I know how dangerous these sorts of things and investigations tend to be. He was not versed in fighting, but he was so passionate about helping people here...", she sighed, sitting down and pressing her forehead, relieving whatever stress was building up in her.

"I know you both feel a need to do something about this but... I'm afraid it would be better to not pursue it. Most suppliers seem to be the Aldugan Spines, that much is common knowledge, and they're not afraid to slit a few throats, if their operations are threatened", there was a tangible seriousness to her voice. It wasn't unbelievable, in fact earlier they seriously injured or even killed some people at the coliseum. The casualties were not high but killing was something they were more than willing to do.

"So, please, just stay here, stay safe", she urged them. She felt it may have been a futile effort, she knew types like Ken, in fact Kellen and Ken seemed a little similar, in some regards. Well, either way... It didn't seem she was willing to talk further about it. An investigation into whatever trail Kellen left behind, or waiting and hoping he wasn't addle-brained by the drugs.
Rorenville - Lumbermill

Night

@ChozoHunter@Jerkchicken@rawkhawk64

The opening moments of this battle were filled with the valiance of the Valorbrands. Ghent's attack confounding the beast as it's massive arm flailed forward in an attempt to catch him, only to be met with a flash from the Sheikah warrior. It stared blankly for a moment, directly at Rik, before feeling a spear to it's side, and Nareck making use of his abilities as a Goron to barrel into it's legs in an attempt to knock it over.

It's eyes, unnaturally black, and smile hideously wide and lined with teeth, continued to stare at Rik, even as a spear was stuck in it's back, caught by it's fleshy mass, and forced to one knee, making it's head more vulnerable. Ghent's spear was caught, and would take a fair bit of effort to pull out, but this effort would turn out not to be his to exert. Lady Afira taking advantage of the situation had readied a Divine Spear sacrament, taking a javelin in her free hand that wielded a catalyst, and hurling it, aiming for the head.

The spear of light and lightning, cackling as it flew, and continuing to crackle as it stuck out of it's head, burning into it's flesh. It let out a roar, as if this particular attack was effective against it. In a minor bout of rage, it turned around, grabbing Ghent's spear and Ghent with it, flinging him in Lady Afira's general direction, before it would slowly rise onto both feet once more. I's expression had changed into a frown, and despite it's enraged appearance, it still moved rather slowly. It kept it's head craned up, a little moreso than before it was struck by the sacrament, it's blank black eyes trying to look down, as it reached out trying to grab Nareck with both arms.
Zabar Ruins - Southern Region

@Rezod92

Garrick's decision, while bold, was not rash. The way he handled it afforded him an ample amount of time before the ceiling behind him fell and locked him into this route. Would it be worth it for him as his legs carried him down the hallway in hot pursuit? His quarry was within eyesight of him, their black cape billowing behind them as they sprinted down the way. The chase would lead them into an underground passage with an exposed ceiling, the sun of the desert seeping through as sand fell like a waterfall around them, down into a ravine, the line of which they followed. It wasn't some small ditch however, around a hundred meters wide, and so high one had to crane their head to see the sky. The shifting sands beneath would make running difficult, but before the thief landed, their cape would spread as wings formed, letting them glide over the sands.

The cryptid could pursue through this sand, rather, this was the only course they could take. It would slow their movement, not ideal... Though, it would not take long for the thought to change from how he could pursue them efficiently on this uneven sand, to how he can move and fight effectively on it.

A screech rang out as the thief's smile turned into shock as a massive beast made itself known from underneath the shifting sands. It was an Aldugan Sand Worm, it seems this ravine might've been a nest of some kind, because one quickly turned into two, and then a third would be coiling somewhere below.

The sand worms were massive, although these were clearly not the mature ones found further out in the sea of sand above. They weren't nearly as big, yet they were big enough to swallow people whole, and long enough to coil a sand skiff three times over, their mouths a line of blades a truly intimidating sight.

On one hand, he now had to deal with these worms, but on the other, his thief was now reeling from falling so far, and surrounded by three of them, the three he had to deal with. Was this fortune, or misfortune? Perhaps it would be best to decide quickly, before an adult sand worm could possibly arrive, as they may be standing on a nest.



Underhull, Mayleaf Orphanage

@Letter Bee@Renose

The two would be allowed to enjoy their freedom at the orphanage, the kids approaching and playing, and Ms Mayleaf cooking some food for them. The orphanage itself was rather small, the beds of the children were upstairs, and all the facilities were downstairs. There was a small generator in the basement too, which according to Ms Mayleaf was a standard for most places on the ship, and were in case power would go out, which does happen, but of course it was a temporary measure. It would not last indefinitely, or even particularly long. It must have been maybe an hour or so of just this peace though, but soon Ken who was stand guard or even mildly alert would spot a man sauntering towards the orphanage.

Try to stop or check him as he might, he'd stumble and fall before his feet, twitching and shaking, clutching a bag in his hands. A quick call and Ms Mayleaf would be rushing out to check the man, kneeling by him, and turning him over. His eyes were upturned, glowing blue, hair shaggy and his clothes were musty, dirty, and marred with blue marks. The good lady looked at his face for a couple moments, before widening in mild horror, "Kellen?!"

The next maybe fifteen twenty minutes she had laid the man on a bed and administered a cocktail of medicine to him, as well as water and washing him down. When this Kellen had finally calmed down and fallen asleep, she sat by the table, sighing. It seems this had to do with the bag that he had carried with him, a blue dust of some kind. "What did they do to you...? What did you find...?" she muttered to herself, briefly checking the contents, before tying the bag up again and keeping it in her pocket.
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