@Crimson Raven I've been keeping an eye on it. I might be too busy. For now I'll have to say no, but if I change my mind I'll contact you.
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@Crimson Raven @Dynamo Frokane @Sodium @Crazy Doctor @lydyn @Kaithas @Nerevarine @Tyrant from the West
Tomorrow is the final day to make any changes or submit any additional applications!
Once again, October 29th at 3:00 pm MST is the deadline.
PLEASE have all changes and applications completed by that time. I would hate to have to disqualify anyone for making changes after the deadline.
I would prefer if hiders were used only for plot twists and stuff like that.
@Scrapula No worries.
"Jeorva.... Meet us in Jeorva, human...."
"Make haste.... Tell no one...."
"Please.... the Academy...."
"Quietly.... Quickly...."
"Come... to Jeorva...."
The skies over Jeorva shifted restlessly as the white clouds rolled and tumbled against the fading blue sky. The sun still had a good hour of work to do before it would be allowed to start slipping past the horizon to settle in for the night. The streets of Jeorva started to flood with the aroma of dinners being prepared, though the streets were still very much full of merchants and traders selling their wares. A soft breeze tousled the tree branches and the leaves jumped from their places to help signal the coming of winter and shower the passing townsfolk with red, yellow, and orange.
The last few over-achievers from the massive Jeorva Academy on the Northern side of town tricked out the large oak doors and down the stairs into the cobblestone streets. It seemed a regular day in the busy trading town. This would likely be a picturesque scene of a city in a kingdom of peace were it not for the massive orc soldiers that roamed each corner and the green-faced goblins that crept behind the merchant stalls-- no doubt doing their fair share of stealing and extorting.
Occasionally a cry of fear or a desperate apology would ring out from wherever a large misshapen green-gray head and spear emerged from the crowd of humans. It was unnervingly noticeable as those areas seemed to be most eerily quiet. People would duck their head and pray the orc soldiers would take no interest in them. Of course, if they considered you pretty or pathetic enough-- sometimes that wasn't enough. By now, however, harassment was almost as common as breathing.
On one street, one could see a large, dark gray orc grab a young woman by her arm and caress her face. She was obviously trying to jerk herself away, but with a simple lifting of his arm, the orc nearly lifted the maiden completely off the ground. On another street one would notice a young man running amid the crowd, clutching something to his chest and throwing elbows to force himself through. Another man chased him, yelling for someone to stop him. A pair of orc guards snickered to each other as they stood off to the side of the street and enjoyed the show momentarily before continuing on their way.
Poor humans.... A figure shrouded in a grey blue cloak stood cautiously behind a partially opened window that overlooked the city in the attic high above the academy. It creaked loudly as the figure tried to open it a bit further, but a sudden gust of wind sent the wood shutter door crashing open. The sound and light that filled the dusty dark room disturbed a flock of sleeping birds and pixies. The figure held a hand up and took a step back as the group flapped and fluttered past her face and out the window.
"Excuse you," Rowena muttered tersely, brushing a stray feather and some pixie dust from her shoulder. Glancing further out the window, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, furrowing her brow in concentration. The wind, which was still blowing with great force, blew her hood off, exposing her long pointed ears. She opened her honey gold eyes. The last elementos had entered the city. It was time to meet with them.
"Late...," Rowena said sullenly, glancing at the sun, "Why are they so late...?" She stepped away from the window and strode across the room. As she descended the stairs, she withdrew a small bottle of black powder from her satchel, continuing to mutter to herself.
Are you trying to tell me the average person ISN'T fit and active? ...says the American.
I'm getting my facts off of internet forums. Like I said, I don't do the walking thing.
Regardless, I would expect this group to be fit and active based on their back stories. I would also expect people in this sort of world to be more experienced with traveling and a bit more active as well. Even so-- 20-35 might be more accurate.
Like I said before, the characters from Diedremere may recognize each other, though I would discourage any of them being bff's.
I'm getting my facts off of internet forums. Like I said, I don't do the walking thing.
Regardless, I would expect this group to be fit and active based on their back stories. I would also expect people in this sort of world to be more experienced with traveling and a bit more active as well. Even so-- 20-35 might be more accurate.
Anyways--
the first post is up! Rowena will not have met with any of them yet. She was waiting until they were all there... for reasons. There has been nothing of note going on in the Academy for the past couple days, but the dreams have persisted. The inside of the school has many corridors and classrooms. There are many different places to explore (that are standard to such a place)-- such as, but not limited to, a library, kitchen, art gallery, and lounge. There are also several inns in town if your characters didn't have other living arrangements in place. The roleplay is beginning just as Leon enters the city. I would prefer for the characters not to have met with each other just yet. The school is filled with students and teachers of varying ages-- it's a very busy place, so it would be easy not to run into one another. Like I said before, the characters from Diedremere may recognize each other, though I would discourage any of them being bff's.
@Scrapula Ah-- you're totally right. I completely forgot that map already came with a scale... We should probably just stick with that then. I'm fairly certain the average person can travel about 25-35 miles in a day depending on terrain and how frequently they stop.
I wouldn't know, though. I teleport everywhere I go... being a power ranger in real life and all....
I wouldn't know, though. I teleport everywhere I go... being a power ranger in real life and all....
For an idea of how long it takes to travel--Jeorvo to Jeorva is a full day of travel by foot.
@NightFlight I would just eyeball it based on that. On the map, Diedremere seems to be less than a day away if you plan on having them cut through though trees there (it would be safe to assume there's a forest there). If they go around and follow the path, it'd be a little longer.
@Rinoa Rose Those colors are approved.
@McHaggis Yeah- for sure. Just take into account how quickly they'd be traveling compared to walking and take a guess at how long.
For an idea of how long it takes to travel--Jeorvo to Jeorva is a full day of travel by foot.
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