@Double Well it's almost time to start he universe hopping so that will be interesting plus we now have a base of operations of sorts.
Apollosarcher
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A quiet day is a good day, especially when it doesn't have to be productive.
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I made a new RP for the first time... In years. roleplayerguild.com/posts/5… please give it a look!
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Fallout Tactics has death claws that can talk, scary killer robots, and the ability to have a tank. It just doesn't... Sit well with the rest of lore.
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"Well were short a pilot so I guess I'll be the only one taking a suit. Anyone's welcome to it I know power armor training is pretty rare in the waste's." He said as picked up the Minigun sitting by the spare suit of armor. "As for the mission were to recon numbers, tech, and weapons. Also we should attempt to retrieve one of those suits of armor for the boys back home to work on." Colonel explained as he walked towards the gate, occasionally glancing up at thee sky. "If things go south we have a fall back in the museum of witchcraft. Use the radio to message the Brotherhood they will send in a Vertibird for pickup."
He took his helmet off lighting a cigarette, taking a long drag on it as they walked along. "So, how about we all give each our names, you all know me but I'd like to know the people I've hired on to this little expedition." He said as his eyes locked onto an old freeway up the road. He offered the pack of smokes around to the others. "Should be a little village we reach by night fall, we rest up their for the night we gear up do some recon then we try to steal armor and intel tomorrow night. Afterwords we go back to Diamond city, we hold it from the Enclave then I buy you all drink till livers fall out." He laughed pulling his helmet back on.
He took his helmet off lighting a cigarette, taking a long drag on it as they walked along. "So, how about we all give each our names, you all know me but I'd like to know the people I've hired on to this little expedition." He said as his eyes locked onto an old freeway up the road. He offered the pack of smokes around to the others. "Should be a little village we reach by night fall, we rest up their for the night we gear up do some recon then we try to steal armor and intel tomorrow night. Afterwords we go back to Diamond city, we hold it from the Enclave then I buy you all drink till livers fall out." He laughed pulling his helmet back on.
Towards the end of darker hallway was an orb, black as night, it swirled as if filled with mists. It pulsed and thrummed as if it wished to be claimed, it seemed to whisper into the minds of those who neared it. "Claim me and I will lead you to power's you could never fully understand." This orb could lead them to pieces of darkness, no dark power would be greater than those. After all they were shards of the most powerful weapon to ever exist.
Deep in the hall of light the singing became easier to understand, it was a song about reuniting. The orb at the end of the hall was pearly white, perfect in shape and color as if it had come out of clam. It glowed a aura of golden light, friendly and welcoming to all who approached. It seemed to want to be taken, as if it knew it's destiny to reunite the seven pieces of light that had been lost to the worlds beyond.
Deep in the hall of light the singing became easier to understand, it was a song about reuniting. The orb at the end of the hall was pearly white, perfect in shape and color as if it had come out of clam. It glowed a aura of golden light, friendly and welcoming to all who approached. It seemed to want to be taken, as if it knew it's destiny to reunite the seven pieces of light that had been lost to the worlds beyond.
@Belwicket They can't build a second Liberty Prime it took them over a decade just to repair him. I will let the rest slide for now. Move your sheet over.
The young blonde boy quickly bowed to the Sheikah before tying his harp back at his side and following after the man who called himself Warden. Personally he'd seen guys like a dozen times over, they puffed themselves up gave themselves big tough sounding names. He hated the type, the gang leader who was just so much tougher, probably thought he was a genius two. He could have asked names or asked how people found their way to the guild. Instead he ignored most of them and planned to walk them up into the mountains, probably for some sort of test or initiation.
Following them he began to test his bow, it was nothing of legend. He'd taken it from some thieves he'd outsmarted back home, apparently it had at one point belonged to some great archer in the coastal town. Shrugging he made sure the string was taunt, moving up to the front of the group he watched the path, he needed to know the way back to town encase this turned out to be a waste of time. On accident as he drew back the string one of his glowing white arrows appeared, blushing a little he slowly loosened the string and the arrow faded. He really hoped no one thought poorly of him for that display.
Following them he began to test his bow, it was nothing of legend. He'd taken it from some thieves he'd outsmarted back home, apparently it had at one point belonged to some great archer in the coastal town. Shrugging he made sure the string was taunt, moving up to the front of the group he watched the path, he needed to know the way back to town encase this turned out to be a waste of time. On accident as he drew back the string one of his glowing white arrows appeared, blushing a little he slowly loosened the string and the arrow faded. He really hoped no one thought poorly of him for that display.
@Double Your welcome to, I don't really have much more to do until both sides reach their items.
Swifty looked around the place, the people seemed strange and varied yet all of them drew back. He knew many heroes in the past had fought alone against great evils, he wondered if they were simply trying to be like their ancestors. He wanted to show them his power, to ask about but he worried they would know nothing or worse if it wasn't a heroes power all. The young man sighed looking towards the people in the center, most were older than him, yet others looked amazingly strong yet here he was standing with them. That's when a Sheikah boy entered, Swifty stared a bit, fascinated and in awe. Sheikah were a rarity and rather famous in legends as guards of the royal family.
Swifty looked at the boy who had begun to play, the music was familiar in a way though perhaps had simply heard it in a tavern before. He began to pluck the strings of harp gently as he got up, falling into rhythm with the violinist, he smiled. Moving to stand by him he began to play along, letting the music drift through the hall he almost felt like dancing of he wouldn't that would just be embarrassing to do here. Still he smiled enjoying playing music with the other boy. He got the feeling they would be fast friends, or at least understand each other.
Swifty looked at the boy who had begun to play, the music was familiar in a way though perhaps had simply heard it in a tavern before. He began to pluck the strings of harp gently as he got up, falling into rhythm with the violinist, he smiled. Moving to stand by him he began to play along, letting the music drift through the hall he almost felt like dancing of he wouldn't that would just be embarrassing to do here. Still he smiled enjoying playing music with the other boy. He got the feeling they would be fast friends, or at least understand each other.
Arthal followed the center down a long empty hall, on and on it went until finally it reached a staircase. Slowly he climbed down the spiral stairs never truly knowing if they would end, yet he paused when he reached the bottom. Looking at the door he slowly opened it, a bright light flashed and he stepped through. He now stood in some kind of house, no it wasn't a house it had been living quarters for the temple's care takers. He tried to summon his Keyblade and couldn't it meant this place was safe from attack as well.
He smiled looking down the halls, hundreds of rooms must have been with kitchens and amenities for them all. The fridge and cabinets clean and fully stocked. The temple cared for those who watched over it, this was quite the find and it was theirs. Finally he stepped back towards a blackened door and found it, a warp tunnel, before the Keyblade war these had been how Keyblade wielders could return to the temple. When the war began however none could teleport themselves back inside and the temple itself sank into the sand.
The dark hallway was decorated with heads of beasts, artifacts of war, great treasures. All of them trapped behind magical barriers and defense systems. Towards the end of the hall, they could feel a pulsing, like something was calling out, wanting itself to be found. This could one of the artifacts you needed to find. Something to help find twenty missing shards.
The light hallway had pictures of great Keyblade wielders and of friends posed together taking pictures outside the temple. They could see much of the old temple in these picture, mountains and grassy hills once adorned the lands outside. Villages with farms and towns as well, know it was all just sand and graves. Yet as they moved further down the hall of light, they could here singing, a hopeful song as to tell them to come and join them in song, even if they did not understand the words.
He smiled looking down the halls, hundreds of rooms must have been with kitchens and amenities for them all. The fridge and cabinets clean and fully stocked. The temple cared for those who watched over it, this was quite the find and it was theirs. Finally he stepped back towards a blackened door and found it, a warp tunnel, before the Keyblade war these had been how Keyblade wielders could return to the temple. When the war began however none could teleport themselves back inside and the temple itself sank into the sand.
The dark hallway was decorated with heads of beasts, artifacts of war, great treasures. All of them trapped behind magical barriers and defense systems. Towards the end of the hall, they could feel a pulsing, like something was calling out, wanting itself to be found. This could one of the artifacts you needed to find. Something to help find twenty missing shards.
The light hallway had pictures of great Keyblade wielders and of friends posed together taking pictures outside the temple. They could see much of the old temple in these picture, mountains and grassy hills once adorned the lands outside. Villages with farms and towns as well, know it was all just sand and graves. Yet as they moved further down the hall of light, they could here singing, a hopeful song as to tell them to come and join them in song, even if they did not understand the words.
@pockets Have my sheet up soon, just correcting a few things and such.
@Xan the G I know my next post and I know the direction were going. I just have to find the time, holiday season work is killing me. I'm typing when I can find time, I'm planning to get us moving off to find the first shard of light.
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