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Hey, there. Myst here, as you've probably guessed. Can't exactly write in other people's bios, can you? But, you're probably reading this for a reason, so I'll get to it.
I prefer high-Casual and Advanced games, in a medieval, fantasy or sci-fi setting, because that's the sort of nerd I am.
I'm a thinker - I've thought a lot on certain things, and am firm in my beliefs. So you could ask me what I thought about a good few things and I could give a well-reasoned answer. Or a less reasoned answer based on my morals.
TheCharactersOfMyst - This is my storage for past and present characters, and where I might occasionally go for nostalgia and/or recycling a character I've used before.
I prefer high-Casual and Advanced games, in a medieval, fantasy or sci-fi setting, because that's the sort of nerd I am.
I'm a thinker - I've thought a lot on certain things, and am firm in my beliefs. So you could ask me what I thought about a good few things and I could give a well-reasoned answer. Or a less reasoned answer based on my morals.
TheCharactersOfMyst - This is my storage for past and present characters, and where I might occasionally go for nostalgia and/or recycling a character I've used before.
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Glad to have you back, Mae.
Flint paused as Boran made a not-quite-subtle note on the drink. Couldn't he have at least waited until they were out of earshot to say that? Nevertheless, he trudged after his chosen companion to the door. Once outside, he took a deep breath of the evening air. The cool air was sharp in his throat, and he wanted nothing more. It would keep him alert on this little escapade.
"You underestimate merchants, Boran. Or at the very least, jewellers. If we can find one of those, we're a lot more likely to find ourselves with some coins to spare. They're always in need of stock, and good stock, at that. My main reason for bringing you is the look of you. I warrant that you've got a shrewd eye, and if anything, I'd appreciate the back-up."
He kept in stride with the taller man until they reached the end of the street. He cast his gaze about to get his bearings - things always looked different in the dark - then nodded down another lane.
"The market's down this way." he said briefly, before beginning to walk at a brisk pace.
"You underestimate merchants, Boran. Or at the very least, jewellers. If we can find one of those, we're a lot more likely to find ourselves with some coins to spare. They're always in need of stock, and good stock, at that. My main reason for bringing you is the look of you. I warrant that you've got a shrewd eye, and if anything, I'd appreciate the back-up."
He kept in stride with the taller man until they reached the end of the street. He cast his gaze about to get his bearings - things always looked different in the dark - then nodded down another lane.
"The market's down this way." he said briefly, before beginning to walk at a brisk pace.
Scott
...Level...Up? That... seemed to be a thing. It certainly didn't help his hypothesis that they weren't just in a dream or video game.
Scott looked over at the multicoloured mix that used to be the slime. Well... he'd done something. He allowed himself a hollow smile. It might have been to the detriment of the slime, but... he'd done it to keep the others safe. Together, they'd done it. So yeah - he had gained an experience, of a sort. This whole thing was an experience, and a confusing whirlpool of an experience, at that.
He let himself float gently down to the ground, landing just beside the two lizards. In a quiet voice, he spoke to Ash.
"We should probably get what we can from this guy, the goblins and the rats, right? And then get out of here? If I managed to learn anything from, I don't know, the last hour or so? Well, if anything... it's that we're not exactly safe out in the open. I don't suppose you know a spot?"
He then went over to the carcasses of the rats, and, trying not to think too much about the blood and gore, pulled at the meat, with the intent of getting some of it for their group. When he had pulled off a significant chunk, he paused, then grabbed a fold of rat fur. If he could pull off a large enough piece, couldn't he wrap some stuff up in it? It'd at least make some things easier to carry.
Nah, you're good.
Well, if you're asking for suggestions, I suppose something we might need to know about the setting is what kind of world we're going to be in. Excuse me while I get verbose; Ahem.
Where are we? An endless desert, given shade only by clouds and nightfall? Or a forest, of verdant green and unknowable depths? And from the where, we need a when. Are we in the midst of a war, battle breaking out at any moment? Has a princess just ascended the throne, and marked an era of peace and prosperity for her Empire?
You mention a Devil of some sort, a Dark One who represents evil above all else. So what is its opposite? What higher powers do the people of this world believe in? Is there only one belief, or many? And what magical creatures are to be found? Will you only be including evil ones, or will there be neutral and benevolent ones as well? My knowledge of Scandinavian folklore and myths is sparse, but I know a few - valravn, nisse, nix, and how trolls were actually rather human-like, and that the Dutch troll was actually quite kind-hearted.
...I'll stop now. Out of the kindness of my heart, so that I don't lecture you about the many things to remember about writing that you assuredly already know. Not because it's 11pm for me and I'm getting tired.
Where are we? An endless desert, given shade only by clouds and nightfall? Or a forest, of verdant green and unknowable depths? And from the where, we need a when. Are we in the midst of a war, battle breaking out at any moment? Has a princess just ascended the throne, and marked an era of peace and prosperity for her Empire?
You mention a Devil of some sort, a Dark One who represents evil above all else. So what is its opposite? What higher powers do the people of this world believe in? Is there only one belief, or many? And what magical creatures are to be found? Will you only be including evil ones, or will there be neutral and benevolent ones as well? My knowledge of Scandinavian folklore and myths is sparse, but I know a few - valravn, nisse, nix, and how trolls were actually rather human-like, and that the Dutch troll was actually quite kind-hearted.
...I'll stop now. Out of the kindness of my heart, so that I don't lecture you about the many things to remember about writing that you assuredly already know. Not because it's 11pm for me and I'm getting tired.
Flint looked at Boran's back as the man ordered himself a pint. He clicked his tongue and, shaking his head, he scooped up the jewels that still lay on the table.
"Maybe in a few hours, Master Gunther. Since you heard all of that, you know what the Lord wants us to do. The nobility often dislikes being made to wait." He glanced at the two younger ones, and took a moment to examine them again. It couldn't hurt to try and figure out who his allies were. Especially since both of them had yet to introduce themselves.
The girl - who he hadn't been certain actually was a girl, perhaps a delicately-featured boy - couldn't have been much older than he was when he was starting his career. If she survived whatever bandits or animals fate threw at them, she wouldn't need to be in the game as long as he was, either. So long as she didn't think it was a quick-and-easy path to fortune. As for the youth; he seemed to lack the common faults of other High ones, healthy and proud, and was well equipped besides; but Flint knew how things worked. If the Aldonian had seen any battles with mercenaries, he was just as likely to have been a figurehead, more of a dressed-up house cat than a lion. The only question was, would they understand that they had to put in some effort and teamwork?
He put his room key down on the table. "You two wait here. I'll be taking the big one and going to find a jeweller who'll buy some of these, if we have any hope of funds. When we get back, if everyone's in agreement, we need to plan how we're going to do this. I don't know about you three, but I don't fancy ending up like the last lot."
Flint paused, sensing mistrust in the air. He couldn't tell if it was one of the two, both, or just his imagination. Shaking his head again, he reached up and took off his pendant, laying it gently on the table next to the key. The chain was made from simple iron, but the pendant itself was silver - and ancient. Faintly engraved with a web of twisting lines, it had been passed down for generations. He had no clue as to how many. It was the one relic of his past that he wouldn't, couldn't let go of.
"Proof that I don't plan on leaving this venture penniless."
Without looking at either of them, Flint turned and approached Boran, and grimaced when he saw the tankard in his hand. That was a big one.
"I'm hoping that's only your first drink, old man." he said, his tone half-way between joking and stern. "You and I are going to find a shop."
"Maybe in a few hours, Master Gunther. Since you heard all of that, you know what the Lord wants us to do. The nobility often dislikes being made to wait." He glanced at the two younger ones, and took a moment to examine them again. It couldn't hurt to try and figure out who his allies were. Especially since both of them had yet to introduce themselves.
The girl - who he hadn't been certain actually was a girl, perhaps a delicately-featured boy - couldn't have been much older than he was when he was starting his career. If she survived whatever bandits or animals fate threw at them, she wouldn't need to be in the game as long as he was, either. So long as she didn't think it was a quick-and-easy path to fortune. As for the youth; he seemed to lack the common faults of other High ones, healthy and proud, and was well equipped besides; but Flint knew how things worked. If the Aldonian had seen any battles with mercenaries, he was just as likely to have been a figurehead, more of a dressed-up house cat than a lion. The only question was, would they understand that they had to put in some effort and teamwork?
He put his room key down on the table. "You two wait here. I'll be taking the big one and going to find a jeweller who'll buy some of these, if we have any hope of funds. When we get back, if everyone's in agreement, we need to plan how we're going to do this. I don't know about you three, but I don't fancy ending up like the last lot."
Flint paused, sensing mistrust in the air. He couldn't tell if it was one of the two, both, or just his imagination. Shaking his head again, he reached up and took off his pendant, laying it gently on the table next to the key. The chain was made from simple iron, but the pendant itself was silver - and ancient. Faintly engraved with a web of twisting lines, it had been passed down for generations. He had no clue as to how many. It was the one relic of his past that he wouldn't, couldn't let go of.
"Proof that I don't plan on leaving this venture penniless."
Without looking at either of them, Flint turned and approached Boran, and grimaced when he saw the tankard in his hand. That was a big one.
"I'm hoping that's only your first drink, old man." he said, his tone half-way between joking and stern. "You and I are going to find a shop."
I would offer you my sword, but I don't have one. Would a pen do?
@Hedonismbot@Heyitsjiwon discord.gg Look at Chicken's post.
That should work, hopefully. If not, you might have to wait a bit.
That should work, hopefully. If not, you might have to wait a bit.
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