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4 mos ago
Current War...War never changes.
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4 mos ago
Hey 16 is the most fantasy, final fantasy has been in years rather than steampunk. It's called final fantasy not steampunk fantasy.
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4 mos ago
We can all agree that 12 sucked ass. Vaan is a stupid protagonist that I wanted so badly to die.
4 mos ago
The best final fantasy is 6 and I will die on that hill. I will die on that hill gladly and happily.
4 mos ago
Fuck you I'll drink gasoline instead.
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The last rays of sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple as the farmer watched the men and womenfolk go their separate ways, as the last few trickled out of sight and all was relatively still he breathed out a long weary sigh "God, dang it all." Clive cursed smacking his own forehead as his head lulled, eyes getting heavy from the sheer weight of sleeplessness that bore down on him. His body wanted to rest but Clive's mind refused to allow him the reprieve too scared of the nightmares and the thought of darkness that seemed to pervade his mind.

Clive massaged the bridge of his nose, rubbing the sleeplessness from his tired eyes or trying to at the very least "Ugh...I-I need a gosh darn drink." with a groan the southerner blinked looking around with a bit of strain trying to catch a grain of what might be a saloon or something but none were nearby, grumbling he turned sluggishly his legs leaden with fatigue he moved stiffly in no particular direction to find somewhere to rest. He didn't bother with the fancy polished inns, with their bright lights and austere facades lilting the cheery music in the dusk light almost seemingly mocking his exhaustion.

Instead his aching bones carried him into the dark of the night to some dimly lit place nearly at the edge of the city, it's unassuming quiet exterior a beacon of repose in the face of his tired body and conflicted mind he said nothing as he entered through the creaky wooden door stepping into the bar the smell of ale and stale sweat washed over him, the interior had a smoky atmosphere with rickety wooden chairs and chipped clay mugs that various patrons drank from the bartender was a short broad shouldered man with a long grey beard and a pair of black beady eyes beneath two big bushy eyebrows.

The grumpy looking old fellow grunted, giving the farmer a gruff nod in greeting before returning to wiping at a chipped dirty old mug with a dirty rag, their wasn't much to this place though sitting with one arm leaning on the wooden counter of the bar was a familiar face that he hadn't expected to see "I ain't even gonna ask what in the devil brought you out here..." he said gruffly to the roguish man he came to see as a bit of a closer friend, though he was exhausted and sleep deprived he knew the look of a man that's got something eating at him.

Clive put a hand on his friends shoulder, sighing "Y'know you and I, we look like shit right now...Reckon we might as well drink to make us feel like it too." though Clive already felt and looked like he was dragged through a pigpen he felt like drinking away whatever he was feeling was if not the brightest of ideas the only thing that he could really muster at that very moment.

Leaning in his rickety old chair at the bar Clive tapped the wood with his knuckle "I been running all over hell's half acre and I'm fixin' for a drink. Two o' whatever you got for me and my friend here. And keep em' comin I reckon it's gonna be one of those nights."

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Indeed! Even if, per my most recent post, I can't write it worth a damn lol.



Also give ya self some credit my man sometimes all it is is a bit of perspective. Anyways I gots to get busy. Also maybe might have Clive drink with Zell.
Well I mean it's still worth a damn clearly, I would love to write that kinda stuff but right now Clive is constantly suffering.
@Mae rerolled them got a 9 and a 13
Romance always makes for such good writing.
@Mae I'll reroll the lower than average stats then!




It was an old tattered thing, nothing more than a span of linen with a star painted haphazardly on the cloth it was red and blue with white bordering the single symbol of the star in the center... 'Not too shabby if'n I do say so myself...' the farmer smiled faintly as he looked at the plain cloth in his hands before draping it over his broad shoulders, Clive hadn't slept nor rested all through the night too fearful of having the nightmares again when all had gone to rest he had been sitting alone in the darkness of his room head in hands thinking, endlessly...

Clive’s eyes were heavy with fatigue, dark circles forming beneath them—a stark reminder that he hadn’t slept in days now. He had experienced death not once but twice, the weight of those memories lingering like a shadow over his heart. Resurrected in what felt like an eternity for him but what was all but days, he still felt the cold echoes of his life, and it troubled him.

Yet, he forced a smile as he gazed at his recruits, feeling a flicker of warmth amid the unease but still the heavy weight on his heart he put on a brave face - like he'd been doing since even the very beginning and unveiled the shabby banner, the simple cloth that was frayed and tattered at the edges "Heh, we're true rangers now lone star and all..." Clive mused out loud voice steady despite carrying the weight of exhaustion upon his shoulders "And just like the one's back home we're gonna fight for what's right."

"First things first," he said, trying to inject some enthusiasm into his tired bones calling upon what energy he had, “You gotta learn to ride a horse. If we’re gonna charge into battle, you’ll need to stay on top.” the shimmer of the ghostly apparition flickered as the spirit of his horse appeared drawn from somewhere past where the naked eye could see, the peasants awed gasps and whispers unfazed the weathered and tired farmer but when laughter erupted as he swung into the saddle of a sturdy mare Clive faintly smirked the southerners tired bones despite the years of farming experience instilled in him. Still needed to handle the spirited beast yet the energy to do so felt drawn out.

"Alright you lot, show me how ya'll mount a horse then?" silence fell when he spoke in a firm voice, he spoke in a less relaxed tone though still not all there but he tried to compose himself a bit he hadn't ever really spoke like that for a long time but a voice piped up from his lot "Ya think ridins' hard eh? Try swinging a hammer all day!" the voice belonged to the daughter of the local merchant one that Clive could not for the life of him remember least of all in the state he was in but the voice belonged to Mara, a fiery red-head who fancied herself a smith.

Though initially he snapped he felt slightly more at ease letting out a brief chuckle trying to smile, though it didn’t quite reach his weary eyes "Well now I reckon both them skills are pretty useful in a fight." he himself only knew the way of the land, and maybe a bit about firing a gun but there wasn't no rifles in these parts nor would plowing a field teach these people anything useful to fight, but he knew they weren't unskilled they had their own practical experiences so he played to their own skills those that had no experience with a blade and those who did would show others how to hone such skills.

Zell, what a lucky bastard he is xD.
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It should have been me! Not him!

Lmao, great post Zool!
Character 1's Stats: 10 Str, 13 Int, 14 Wis, 13 Dex, 11 Con, 9 Cha.

Character 2's Stats: 10 Str, 7 Int, 13 Wis, 11 Dex, 14 Con, 9 Cha.

Character 1's Gold: 80 gp
Character 2's Gold: 130 gp (wowzers ugly as a trog but rich as a prince.)

I'm going kinda hardcore with the rolls, so imma stick to my guns on this one. Think character 1 might be a disgruntled mage and character 2 a Knight.
@Mae if we roll sub par stats do you want us to keep or not? I got a 5 and a 7 that I don't mind keeping really just asking.
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