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In Rengoku → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Love Problems of Drunkards

@Inertia@Hero

The duo of drunkards had, surprisingly, attentively listened to Rei and Étoile. The drunks couldn't seem to contain their excitement after hearing Rei's battle plan of "just confess, pussies". Their virility seemed to double when Étoile suggested going at the same time.

"Thas fekking genyus!" The stout, bearded drunk exclaimed with the ferocity of ten drunkards.

"Ye! If confess at the same time, we ain't gonna fite. An-an-an there ain't no way she can reject us both!" The ugly patron yelled out in a fit of excitement.

"Les fekkin' go confess!" The stout, bearded drunk exclaimed with the ferocity of ten drunkards.

The duo dashed out of the bar like a bat out of hell. Whatever was going to happen was sure to be a good show. Surprisingly, the duo didn't run far. Across the street from Anton's bar was a small building sandwiched between the walls of two buildings. About the size of an ordinary room, the building was unassuming from the outside. The only difference seemed to be the blacked out windows and the thick cloths that acted as a door. Without any hesitation, the duo swung the thick cloths open. Light seemed to stop at the doorway. A thick haze of smoke seemed to emanate through the room, but it refused to escape. With the only light of the room coming from blue flames that aimlessly floated through the room, a single figure was illuminated.

Sitting behind a table with a crystal ball was a woman. She held a long cigarette holder and blew a thick plume of smoke into the room, only adding to the considerable haze that enshrouded her. Her face was concealed by a black veil that ended at her mouth. Her long wavy silver hair seemed to glow alongside the will-o-wisps. Her appearance seemed to make Étoile look like nothing more than a child.

The duo, with the directions of Rei and Étoile, confessed their love in the most appealing the way they could.

"Magnolia! I love you! Go out with me!" The stout, bearded drunk confessed, his words careful to hide his drunken stupor.

"No." Magnolia bluntly stated.

The ugly patron licked his lips and ran his hands through his hair. He was obviously excited. "I love you Magnolia," the ugly patron confessed, "go out with me!"

"No."

"But-"

"No."

"You rej-"

"No."

The duo were defeated by a single word. Dejected, they solemnly walked back to the bar.

"Ya tried... kidsh," the stout, bearded man said. He took out a small notebook from his pocket and ripped out half of the pages in a bizarre feat of strength. With a half-used pencil stuck in the rings, he handed the notebook to Rei. It was half-used, but it was a marked improvement over scraps of paper and borrowing an ink and quill. He pulled out a small leather bag from his other pocket, giving it to Étoile. It was coins, enough for a few days worth of expenses. Without another peep from the two, they walked together to a table and began to weep.

What a bizarre day.


The Inevitable

@Raijinslayer@ShwiggityShwah

"I'm Gideon, but most people call me Gil," the doctor said, "that man you were carrying was a man named Daniel, but he's more or less lost it."

Gideon walked over to the sedated Daniel and pulled out the needle from his arm. From a nearby table, Gideon tore off some loose cotton fluff and rolled it into a ball. He placed it where the needle had entered and asked the small nurse for pressure. The small nurse jogged over to the other end and pressed down on the cotton ball for him.

"So many questions," he sighed as he walked to another patient. "As far as I know, nothing. Don't know what's wrong, don't know why. Every few weeks, someone just goes insane and tries to kill themself by walking into the wilds. Kind of like ubasute, but, you know, suicide and not senicide."

The nurse with burn scars took a step back from Korrey. Rather than being spooked or intimidated by the appearance of Korrey. Rather, she seemed to be more annoyed by him if anything. She pulled out a bell from her pocket and rang it. Gil looked up from the patient. With rapid-fire speed, she made dozens of quick movements with her hands.

"She said that the man we get out medicine from is surprisingly late. None of us are in a position to check out what's going on, so she's asking if you want to head out about five hours north to check if he's okay."


Heroes Wanted

@SilverPaw@Inkarnate@Sola

"That's one hell of a long-winded introduction," he teased Kat, "to answer your question, my body may look wonderful, but I'm a geomancer, a mage tried and true. Name's Tien." His excitement seemed to ooze from every action he took. Finally, someone took interest in conquering these ruins with him. He took to answering whatever question Kat had. After all, it wasn't often that he would get an interested party.

"There isn't really any flesh and blood inside, but I can grab something along the way, if you'd be down with it. Kinda weird though."

He told her everything he knew about skeletons and the ruins. The layout of the ruins was a bit difficult to surmise. The ruins were considerably large, but paths kept on being opened and closed due to falling rubble. This made it difficult to find a safe route inside and outside of the castle. Skeletons were rather standard. They often wielded terrible weapons and wore no armour, keeping the good stuff unused in their treasure piles. They often came back to life, unless the skull had been destroyed. Thankfully, the skull was usually brittle enough that a well placed stomp turned the skeleton to dust. Skeletons were also aggressive little turds. Unless they were hauling treasure back to the castle, they were willing to sacrifice their lives for whatever gear an adventurer was carrying. Wild animals tended to ignore skeletons and vice versa.

"I'll stay about here if you're looking to recruit elsewhere. Maybe someone else heard the little conversation from earlier and wants to join in. We should meet up at the south gate in about two hours, then."


An Old Man and His Guitar

@eRode

"Don't mind at all," Clyde laughed, "never seen anyone so interested in folk music before."

Without much hesitation, he rattled out a few verses. With the only common theme behind them being 'Cumberland Gap', the verses were considerably different. Hilarity, joy, sadness, each verse varied in the amount of emotions put into words. His singing was considerably less laboured. Without having to stoop to the poor level of his guitar-playing, he was able to sing at a more frenetic pace, adding a new layer of complexity into the song. Still, without an accompanying instrument, the song felt considerably empty.

"Well, that's just some verses," he said, a happy grin stretching across his face, "but the entire point of that song ain't really to remember the lyrics exactly. It's to make your own." With a strenuous bend, Clyde had bent over to pick up his guitar. "And that's what adventuring is like. No real point in tellin' you exactly what I did. We all go at different paces. What could've been hard for me could be easy for you and likewise. Just move at your own speed and don't worry too much 'bout what others are doin'. There ain't no rigid process to be an adventurer."

At this point, his smile had faded. It had been replaced by a more stern, serious look. "Adventuring is dangerous. I was lucky enough to make it this far. Lotsa people I knew weren't as lucky. It's a rough road if you want to be an adventurer. Should get going, though. They should be done filling up my supplies, so I should go where the wind takes me now. You can see me off and ask a few more questions, though."

In Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Province of Ilagorn -- Adventurer's Guild a.k.a. The Delipitated Duck
12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer

Brutal, Siwan had thought. The guildmaster was harsh. She wouldn't make for a good wife unless, of course, the husband was into that sort of thing. That sort of thing was out of his strike zone, though. That isn't to say that he wouldn't want to try it, of course. Proposing to marry your future employer, however, was one hell of a power move. Siwan knew he was no genius, but even he could figure that a failed proposal would result in an immediate expulsion. He may have even been beat up if he had proposed to her. At the very least, he would need a plan of attack. A romantic strategy to court a venomous snake. If he was comparing his future wife to a snake, would she be a good wife though? Actually, that venomous snake reminded him of his second cousin's immediate. His wife would raise hell every time he spent even a second too long drinking by the lakes. Even then—

Siwan's mind snapped back on track. Finding a wife was his end goal, but to do so, he would need to become an adventurer. For a man educated by generations of hunters in a classroom of grass and moss, it was only natural he could only become an adventurer. He needed capital, too. If he were to marry an outsider and have a child, she certainly wouldn't appreciate a dowry of woven blankets, goats, and tanned leathers. Incidentally, a single goat was the dowry of his second cousin. But, his mind had snapped back to reality a second time, that was not the point. He was here and needed to become an adventurer. All it took was a party. A simple enough requirement.

Paying attention to the room, he had spotted two attractive young ladies. Nice. They spoke to the venom-lady and had been informed that they needed to find more people. The pair was a mage and a warrior respectively, he had surmised from their conversation. According to the venom-lady, they still needed a ranger and a cleric. He had, of course, everything he needed to decide which group he wanted to be in. To be more specific, he was more about the two attractive ladies and not need-a-cleric bit.

One of the attractive ladies had roused a mighty speech to anyone who wanted to join them. This call to adventure was inspiring. It was exactly the type of material Siwan wanted his wife to be made out of. He metaphorically slid up to the duo, announcing his presence to them. Thankfully, his courting would have to wait until he actually became an adventurer.

"Greetings, ma'ams," he introduced himself, "I'm Siwan, a cleric. I am quite interested in joining this party of yours. You'd have me, yes?"

His speech sounded off. Spoken in a cadence that was considerably different to everyone else's, it took a bit more effort to follow his words.
In Rengoku → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
If this roleplay is still alive, I'm rather interested.
The premise and execution seem both exceptional and have both caught my ire and praise. I noticed the prior message about a queue, and I am willing to wait.


Still alive.

I wouldn't hold my breath, though. Might have to wait an eternity.
In Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread → 8 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
i was playing with a dude who lives on the same block as me and we were having terrible lag.

it's definitely the servers.


Sort of the curse of fighting games. Servers are going to be ass at launch when there's thousands of people playing, but they go to normal once hype dies and the sticky people stay.

also the virgin delay-input vs the chad GGPO

In Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
With boyfriends like these, who needs wives.
In Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
"Don't worry about the snare," Ash assured Matteo, "it resets when you loosen it."

With newly acquired rabbit in tow, the trio went to find a place to camp. Finding a stream, Ash was mildly disappointed in how pathetic the stream was. It wasn't nearly as clean as she would have liked, nor was it as large as she wanted it to be. If only she had a filter, she had thought, whatever that was. It was water, nonetheless. She needed it to prepare the rabbit. Everyone had to do their part in order to have a meal, Matter implied. Ash liked it that way.

"Yes," Ash said to Matteo before recalling the lessons from her mentor, "firewood would be necessary. Dead twigs and dry grass equal-size to your fist, dry sticks as big as your thumb and as long as your forearm, and larger wood as thick as your wrist and as long as your arm. And get some straight, wet sticks. Let me use your dagger, too."

Without much hesitation, Ash found a nice flat rock where she could prepare the rabbit. She washed her machete and Matteo's dagger in the small stream and began to work after washing the dirt-covered rock in muddy water. Brief protests echoed from Muu, to the point where Muu had managed to speak in an ordinary volume. But Ash really didn't care.

"We're alive, this rabbit isn't. Nothing is going to bring it back."

Accentuating her point, she swung the machete down on the rabbit's neck, cleaving the head off. It was considerably easier than a deer. It usually took a half dozen swings to get its head off. Nonetheless, the small size of the rabbit was considerably easier to deal with than a deer. In four or so minutes, she had removed the rabbit's skin. The fur felt pretty nice when it wasn't soaked in blood. The organs took another six. Taking care not to pierce the stomach, the knife cut the rabbit from neck to groin. She took out the intestines, stomach, heart, lungs, any organ that they couldn't eat. She kept the liver, however, and made an effort to cut away the greenish gallbladder. Her cuts were somewhat clean, a few mistakes here and there. The meat, however, was untainted by bile or acid. It was an okay meal if they cooked it, of course.

Now it was just an issue of burying the organs, washing away the blood, and a getting a fire going.
In Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Rengoku → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Love Problems of Drunkards

@Inertia@Hero

The bolt Rei had tossed had struck the floor and rolled away. Thankfully, the damage done was negligible. If it wasn't, there would be no telling what Anton would have done in a fit of anger. After all, the bar was like his baby. While he didn't care for the furnishings, any damage to the building itself was like an insult to his mother. The two drunkards were stopped by the noise. They had instantly stopped what they were doing and watched as the bolt rolled. In fact, they watched for a bit too long as the bolt rolled across the entire room.

"Oi! Wha the feck was that for?" The stout, bearded drunk garbled in a renewed fit of rage.

"We couldda been injerd from that!" The ugly patron exclaimed with the ferocity of a drunkard.

Now that Rei had focused on them, he could tell that the two patrons were both considerably larger than him. While he was average height at best, the uglier of the two had been gifted by his height, towering over Rei. His body wasn't the worst either, with some considerable muscle outside of a beer gut. The stout man was shorter, but he more than made up for it with his width. Both of them looked tough enough to pick Rei up and snap his ordinary body in twain.

Rather than continue to keep their anger at each other, they both had redirected it towards Rei. Almost instantly, the two gained a brotherly bond as they went to attack the young ranger. First to bat was the ugly man. Moving far faster than expected, he swung his fist directly at Rei's face. An unprepared and untrained man such as Rei could only close in eyes in a vain attempt at trying to make the situation go away. The fist was coming and it came fast.

Only, it didn't collide with Rei's face.

Echoing throughout the bar was a distinct sound. Bone and flesh striking metal. Instantly, the ugly man yelped out in pain as he withdrew his possibly broken hand. A shield had been thrust in front of Rei from a patron. This patron, even if Rei could only see his arm, looked considerably stronger than the two drunks. However, it was much less about physique. The stout patron certainly had more muscle on him and the tall patron was better built. The man had a certain air about him instead. While the two drunks were strong, the man exuded an invisible strength as if he were more lion than man.

He had came up behind and protected Rei from the drunken assailant.

"Well, my drink tastes like shite now," he voiced in a distinctly Scottish accent, "put it on my tab Anton. And boy—you brought this onto yerself. Yer on matchmakin' duty now."

He had left without Rei or Étoile seeing his face. Even then, they knew that his presence would be unmistakable.

The two drunks had been defused. The ugly one was still clenching his hand and the stout one was confused trying to figure out a way to console him. Despite the pain, the two of them began to explain the troubles to the half-blood ranger and anyone else listening.

They had fallen in love with the same woman, they told him, and needed to figure out who would confess. They decided to do it over a few drinks. They'd stop drinking and confess to the woman as soon as they figured out who got the honor of going first. One thing led to another and they spent a very long time drinking. The two of them buckled down whatever pride they had and looked for Rei to an answer. Offhandedly, the stout man even said they didn't know how to confess to a woman. With the promise of an actual notebook or coin as reward, the two waited for whatever decision and advice anyone had.


The Inevitable

@Raijinslayer@ShwiggityShwah

With Jacob's help, the zombie-like man's movement was halted. Even if it was just momentary, extra restraints allowed the small woman to focus at the task at hand. She had let go of the man, but Jacob didn't notice; her small frame did practically nothing to stop the man. Frantically pulling out items from every single pocket of her garbs, she placed them all out on a thick fabric mat. Two phials of liquid, a pouch full of thorn-like needles, and a clean looking cloth were all seen. She was focused too intently to notice Jacob trying to slap the man back to his senses.

However, a second man—Korrey—had gone to protect the zombie-like man. He stopped the attempt at a slap and had gone to heal the man instead. With words foreign to everyone who listened, he mouthed his prayer. The light flowed from the delinquent's hands and showered the man. However, it did little to change his actions. The severe friction around his wrist vanished as new flesh replaced old, but his thumb still remained dislocated. He still drooled like a lobotomite and was just as aware of his surroundings as one.

As Korrey had done so, the small woman continued her preparations. She poured the first liquid onto the cloth, then ran a thorn-like needle over the wet cloth several times. The needle shook in the air as she quickly dried it. She then dipped the needle into a second phial, holding it inside for a brief moment before pulling it out. Without much hesitation, she grabbed the wet cloth and quickly grabbed the man's right arm. The wet cloth was hastily put to use, cleaning away sweat from the man's elbow. Next, the small woman bit into the man's bicep. Not enough to rend flesh from bone, but enough to certainly feel it. The zombie-like man's bicep instantly tensed up, muscles instinctually contracting in a vain attempt at getting her to release. After a few brief seconds of biting, she let go and quickly inspected the man's arm. Finding a suitable spot, she jammed the needle deep inside his arm.

The zombie-like man stumbled briefly. He began to have troubles with balance, trying to stay upright but barely managing. Like a sack of bricks, he fell backwards and onto the ground as his eyes glazed over.

"Help me carry him back!" She demanded the two strangers. Before the duo had any chance to argue, they had found themselves carrying one side of the man each.

They had moved the man a short distance to a large building separate from any other building. It was isolated by at least one building's worth of space on each side. Inside was a sorrowful sight. Dozens of beds, most of them occupied by a body. However, they didn't seem sick or injured. Rather, they all seemed emaciated and catatonic. They were all bound by lengths of fabric, unable to move. Frantically, a woman with plentiful burn scars seemed to tend to their needs.

The two placed the man in an unoccupied bed and the small woman quickly began to bind his legs and arms to the bed. Sitting down at what could only be described as a mess of papers was a haggard looking man. He certainly had the air of a doctor, but he was considerably unkempt. Reckless stubble forming a gross beard, greasy curly black hair tied into a bun, and thick-rimmed round glasses that had been smudged beyond belief. In his mouth, a single cigarette that filled the room with the smell of tobacco.

"Don't worry. It's not contagious." He assured as he got up to check on his returning guest.


No Heroes

@Inkarnate@Sola

"Threat?" The large woman mused. In a moment of thought, she began to size up the woman before her. Weapons, armour, expression, everything about her. It was a moment that allowed Lexa to do the same. The woman was considerably tough looking. Despite her weight, a thick layer of muscle could be seen. The woman seemed to be considerably older than Lexa, as she seemed in her late 30's. The cloth tabard she wore was thick, but covered in scratches and patches where it had been damaged and mended. On her back was a spear, but it wasn't anything special.

The large woman opened her gob to deliver a rather harsh message. "You're new here, aren't you? There's old ruins filled with skeletons that collect trash. They don't leave the ruins unless it's night, and they aren't really a bother unless you get swarmed by them. Don't blame me if you get killed by them, though."

As the woman turned to leave and continue her rounds, she was ganked by another person: Emilia. Emilia had unloaded a nervous disagreement to the large woman's actions.

"Harsh, but we all have more than enough things to worry about. Why should I worry about someone who dies because he can't keep his dick in his pants?"

The large woman had turned about face and walked away from the two, continuing her rounds and talking to various shopkeepers around the market.


Heroes Wanted

@SilverPaw

As Kat had caught up with the man, he seemed to get a bit giddy. Up close, the man was a lot more attractive than he seemed at first. He was tall, thin, and his long black hair was styled into a pony tail that suited his thin face. On his hip was a maul made from steel and it was apparent he wore simple chainmail under his ordinary clothing. Kat could easily tell that the man's slim physique was entirely muscle gained from combat rather than meaningless weights. Not a single ounce of fat remained on his body. Trying to hold back excitement, the man's eyes lit up as he began to explain. The charming grin didn't even matter. Someone actually being interested in the man was enough for his mood to do a complete 180.

"Well I'm glad you asked," he yelled in an exaggerated manner, "let me regale you with a tale from beyond any of our times!"

The man began to explain an extraordinary tale of the undead prince. The prince had, according to the story, existed long before Rengoku. He desired to become king of a nation, so what other way than to create that nation himself? He began by creating a castle, enough to repel any invasion. With thick walls of stone, the prince was safe from any danger. For military campaigns, he would need a treasury. He had all of his knights go out and collect whatever treasure they could. Coin, weapons, food, anything. At first, it was innocuous. Hunting monsters, foraging, trading were all their primary methods. But the prince's greed continued. They began to pillage. They took everything around them. Of course, the farmers and settlers near were upset about it. They took up arms to oust the prince.

It didn't work, as the castle was too fortified and knights were too well armed. Despite this, the citizens had nothing left; they fought to their death. Corpses began to pile up at the castle, but the prince and his knights lived. But the prince wasn't immune to death. It was not sword but a sickness that had slain the prince. But the prince's greed couldn't be sated by something like death. He rose from the dead as a cruel shard of once he once was. Fueled only by greed, he resurrected his knights and forced them to share in his fleshless form. Then, they would collect treasure unto eternity. Even as the walls of the castle were destroyed by the ravages of time, the skeletons remain collected wealth unto eternity.

"but that's just a story!" He laughed, "but the wealth bit is true! That place is filled with treasure! So, are you in?"


An Old Man and His Guitar

@eRode

As Nano approached the man, he seemed to be a lot less intimidating than his physique would lead on. Despite his bulky body and scarred face, he had a certain kindness in his eyes. He felt more like a grandfather rather than a wanderer. For one reason or another, the youth had spoken to the old man.

"Not quite," the old man mused to Nano, "I may be getting a li'l up there in age, but I do believe my memory is still there." He had paused only to look at his hand. It was large and muscular like the rest of him and his knuckles were covered in thick callouses. His fingers, however, seemed misaligned. Constantly broken, they all had slight bends in them. He took one glance at the guitar that was on the ground and gave out a sigh.

"My body just ain't what it used to be. Don't help that I ain't learn to play no guitars," he joked with a barely stifled chuckle. "I'm Clyde, by the by. So, why'd you decide to give this old man the time of your day?"

In Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In all honesty, Ash didn't want to steal from whoever placed the trap. Not out of a sense of honor, no. She just didn't want that sort of risk. However, an unattended trap was hardly a risk. Unless the trap was some form of bait and they were standing on a net the entire time, it was difficult to imagine any danger they could be in. The snare trap had reset itself by Matteo loosening it, so Ash didn't have to involve herself. Really, Ash saw it as a zero sum game. She wasn't that hungry, but she wouldn't say no to a meal. The only problem was preparing the rabbit.

Matteo and Muu would refuse to eat a raw rabbit, so Ash would probably need to clean and cook the rabbit. She really didn't want to do that so close to the trap. It would be hella awkward to meet the trap's owner while eating rabbit around a fire. She'd need a source of water to make sure she didn't end up looking like that rabbit slayer in the town square. Actually, that scared her. The chances were infinitely low, but what if the trap belonged to him? She did not like him at all and would probably run like hell if she saw him out here. Also a knife, which she didn't currently possess. She could just use Matteo's dagger, so that didn't matter as much. Worst came to worst, she'd just butcher it with a machete.

"Let's find a place to rest a bit farther up," she said, "preferably by a stream."
In Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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It's our lore together. eRode is a hound.

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What is your name?

Siwan.

How old are you?

18 cycles, meaning I am allowed to be married in my village!

What is your gender?

I am most definitely a man, anshan.

What do you wish to be?

Husb-Erm, Cleric. Yes, a cleric to protect my future wife!

What are your skills?

Well, I am glad you asked! At my village, I was the best fighter out of all my age. I was trained by my father to hunt, and I was especially good at hunting chinkara. I'm very good at your language, yes? My father taught me how to be a good leader and I can lead children in a hunt! And I am an immaculate lover! Yes, that is the most important part!

What is in your inventory?

With me, I brought my chako—knife—and my marriage beads. I'm wearing them now, but when it is time, I will give them to my wife! Oh, I also brought my spear, but it broke on the way here on the bone of a weird, tiny chinkara. I only have the head of it now, but that's okay! I can always make another stick!

What are you like? What do people think of you?

Well, for starters, I am a hero! My father raised me to be brave and to always help women! I came here to become stronger and find a wife, and I never lie! So I will be strong and find a beautiful wife who I will protect! If I find something I want to protect, I will protect it to the very end! The word for this is tenacious, yes? I am that word, yes! My mother always told me to smile before she left, so there is not one day where I don't! I refuse to be sad! No matter what happens, I'll push myself to become the strongest hunter, find my wife, protect her, and make my father proud!

Shan'an say that I'm a bit loud, but I think they're wrong! They just don't have the same passion I have, anshan. They say they can't stand me, but I can't stand them! People who are afraid of passion! Some people have said I'm a bit pushy, but I'm only trying to find a wife! Of course I would do this with such passion! Men are supposed to be passionate! I will be fiery until I find my wife, then focus all of my fire on her, anshan!

What are your life experiences? How did you grow up?

My father and my mother raised me well. Even as the youngest of eight, I was always the best! I was stronger and faster than my brothers and sisters. I was better than everyone else in the village! I was the best at kabaddi, hunting, and duties we men have! I would hunt with my father every day. He was the best hunter in the village, even though he only had one arm! He even taught me how to make spears! My mother even carved the spearhead! I wanted to become like my father, so I did my very best to learn.

I remember on my 16th cycle, my father and I went on a hunt. It was the first of my coming of age ceremonies. To hunt the great bhaloo! Skin as hard as steel, claws that slice through tree! To bring the head of one with my father. My father brought his moplah and I brought my spear. Together, we would hunt the beast. It was dangerous! After we tracked the bhaloo, we attacked it. The act of hunting a bhaloo is sacred. Only during a coming of age is a father allowed to attack one! I had to follow the ceremony. With my spear, I thrust it into its stomach as it charged me. In one swift motion, my father beheaded it, giving it a painless death! Most fathers took multiple swings to behead it! My father is strong!

But my mother. She was asvasth. But it wasn't the raakshas. We could hunt them. We could fight them. We could run away from them. Rog was more dangerous. Invisible. No matter how far you ran, rog would come for you. And it came for my mother. Her body became... nothing. She put the last beads in my hand and told me to always smile and find someone who would love me, so... I will.

I left the village a while after. My father gave me a gift of a chako. I started my yaatra to become stronger. With that power, I will make my family proud. I will do my best to make sure everyone is cared for. I will make everyone smiles, yes!
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