Deadnaut

Mikado Daigaku (Feudal & Dark Fantasy RP)

Roommate Three is presently being of the post!

The Accomplished

Upon approach Fyldren and her apprentice dismounted, Argus could note the difference between the two almost instantly. The woman was calm, assured, and gave only the bow politeness necessitated. She introduced herself as simply as he had, and then proceeded to introduce her apprentice, Leonis, who was most assuredly not so calm. The man bowed low deferentially, and Argus couldn't help but let that trademark chuckle slip from his lips. Behind him though, he became increasingly aware of Dohnut edging closer, and for a moment Argus wasn't sure why, but then he remembered "Ah right, I'd forgotten, I'm toting around a fan too. Dohnut must be pissin 'imself at the sight of Fyldren. Always was one for strong female adventurers he was." For now, Argus casually patted Leonis on the shoulder and said "Ah, no need to be so deferential lad! I'm just like any other dwarf except with a longer accomplishment list." He then gestured back to Dohnut, whose quiet squeals of excitement were becoming markedly less quiet by the moment, saying "This is me own apprentice, Dohnut, he's quite the fan of yours as well Ms. Briarheart."

Argus had to admit, it was a little strange seeing people impressed with him again. Since he hadn't left the village in so long, he'd grown rather used to being, as he called it, a 'passive legend'. Sure, people still treated him with absurd amounts of respect and all that, but the bowing stage had long passed. After all, familiarity quickly overtook the legends that they'd heard, and they came to know him for what he was, a man with a liver of steel and a penchant for axes. In a way it felt good to be out where his name was fresh again, but in another way it was uncomfortable. A man you've never met bowing before you may be incredibly flattering, but it can also be unsettling when you are shooting specifically for a normal social interaction. Though, Dohnut seemed to be doing worse, staring at her and basically shaking in excitement, so maybe the kid's showing was better than his own lads.

His armor clunked as he laughed again, the humor of the situation catching up with himself as he said to the boy "Fascinated with dragons, are ye? Aye, yer right to be curious, right fearsome beasts they are, ole Ahmen gave me no small amount of trouble, broke me old axe at that. Right shame too, it was a good axe, not as good as the one he 'gave' me in reply though." Argus's laugh once more boomed out, filling the air with good humor as was his intent. Slowly drawing the axe with one hand, trying to make it rather clear he meant no harm, he offered it to the boy saying "If ye want, feel the weight, the heft of her. This is just forged from the leg bone of the monster, the Father only knows what I'll do with the rest of it." At that, however, he glanced over to see the drawbridge was beginning to lower down to allow them all entry to the castle. He waited a few moments longer to allow the elf to consider his axe, hold it and feel it, if he so chose before reclaiming it and slinging it. He began to amble along towards the castle when Fyldren observed that popular lore was the he'd retired, and once more he laughed heartily, saying "I could say the same for yerself! They say The Protector of Balance has settled down to live a normal life! Ah, but look at me gettin ahead of meself, ramblin on without even addressin yer own comment. Aye, I did retire, got a wife and two perfect little kiddies back home. Ah, but what kinda dad would I be if I didn't go save the world so the kids can eat their meat and greens with their potatoes? This was worth comin out of retirement for, at least for a little while, after all I promised to protect the people of the kingdom, and till I can't heft me axe anymore, that's a vow I intend to make good on." As he glanced over at the black assembly making its way into the castle, he added "Ah don't like that, not at all, makes me bones ache and me axe shake. Were the times different, they'd be foe not friend. Course, suppose the Protector knows more about that than me, given nature prefers ye to me." At that another laugh issued forth, to show he meant no offense or anything at all by the remark.

Mikado Daigaku (Feudal & Dark Fantasy RP)

No complaint with the lodging stuff. Gonna wait for another post or two before putting mine up. :)

@tatszico

Ditto, I'm waiting to let 3 or 4 guys or gals post.

The Accomplished

The Dwarf, and friends, have marched!

The Accomplished

Argus Steelforge

Roused from his slumber by the sound of a crash filling his home, Argus grumbled to himself as he swung his feet over the side of the bed and stood up. A low, constant stream of complaints over being awake so early rolled from his mouth as he pulled on a set of clothing and grabbing his weapon, in case of burglary of course, and barged out of his bedroom. "Oi, what in the Father's name are ye doin so ear-." Argus was cut off mid sentence when he found, sitting in his living room, the whole troop of apprentices he'd taken under his wing. Lying on the ground was Griffin (Grif for short), thrown to the ground by Simmins, while Dohnut sat in a chair chatting with Moira. In a corner was Lohpez, commenting in that strange language that nobody spoke. A low grumble came from Argus while Moira smiled, saying "Argus dear, the boys came by to visit! Isn't that wonderful?" In that moment, Argus knew that he'd, well and truly, been defeated. Moira had sided with the enemy, and no amount of axe play or armor could overcome his wife. Setting the axe down next to the specialized armor rack that held the Allfather's armor, Argus released a low grumble that vaguely resembled the word "Yes" as he plopped himself down in his arm-chair.

The soft chair's leather supported Argus's bulk well as Sugra came running in, clambering up onto his father's lap as he cheered "Dad's awake! Dad's awake! Dad, mister Simmins said I could watch the training today, is that okay?" A throaty laugh came from Argus's throat as he nodded, his beard tickling his son's head at the lowest point of the nod, and he said "Ah've course lad, yer always welcome to watch your dad teach the lads a thing or two." Looking over to his wife, Argus asked "Ah, Moira, today's the big day fer Tucker cross the street right? He's off on his rite, eh?" Moira nodded and Argus proclaimed with a loud laugh "Ah, good fer him! Hope he brings back some food other than bloody fukkin snow potatoes. We may live on 'em, but eatin's real borin without the other stuff from the kingdoms below." At that, with another boisterous laugh, he led the men outside.

One by one, Argus individually trained each of his apprentices. For Grif, it was heavy physical training while Argus liberally smacked him around with a stick. Grif was unforgivably lazy, which never failed to infuriate Argus, especially since Grif had real potential if he'd only make use of it. Next was Simmins, who sparred with Argus while receiving advice on form and technique. Simmins was smart, learned quickly and applied himself, even if he did kiss arse. Simmins would be a great warrior one day, so long as he remained diligent in his study of the art of war. Half of training Dohnut was getting him to stop talking about the newest fashions in the kingdom and getting him to actually fight, but once he did get serious he was pretty good, the best fighter Argus was currently training. Dohnut had wanted to be a tailor, but was banished from his homeland before he could pursue this dream, and so was now walking the path of the warrior, no matter how reluctantly. Lohpez was, rather understandably, not trained as Argus couldn't find anything to teach the great golem, so his "training" was Argus complaining about the faults in the other apprentices while Lohpez listened, or at least everyone assumed that he was listening.

In the aftermath of training, the time came for the great send-off ceremony, honestly the worst part of the entire Rite if you asked Argus. He watched Tucker being bestowed a suit of light blue armor, which made Argus scowl and grumble angrily about how bad of a color it was for armor, or indeed anything. Afterwards, a matching light blue sword was bestowed, once more making Argus loudly grumble in protest, though by now the villagers ignored Argus's grumbling about anything that was the color blue. To this day, nobody knew why he hated the color blue and its derivatives so much, only that he did. It was very likely that was a secret that would die with Argus and his legend. As young Tucker set off, leaving behind his home village for the first time, Argus shouted out "Be safe ya damn blue! Come back home with a legend!" At that, his boisterous laughter filled the air of the assembly, and the gathered villagers cheered. Whenever Argus saw it fit to yell at a youth as they left home, it was counted as good tidings for the youth, as every single one Argus yelled at had returned with at least a half-suitable legacy. However, Tucker soon faded into the raging snow storm that covered the path, and those of the village slowly dispersed to go back to their everyday lives. Truthfully, Argus took to this everyday life better than most who returned from their trials. He'd done what he'd set out to do, and now he was glad for the gentle peace of his life.

"Argus, you've got some kind of letter, it's from the King!" Grumbling, Argus made his way over and snatched the letter up, reading over it briefly with a raised eyebrow. This infernal winter's source was now known and located, was it? That was good, it promised safety and recovery for the land if they could only stop it. Reading further, of course, it seemed that was why he was being summoned. A coalition of heroes was being brought together to trek to the lair of these madmen and put them down for good. As inclined as Argus had been to heroics, he was enjoying a gentle retirement training apprentices, and truthfully wasn't so sure about once more donning the Stone Armor and proceeding out into the world. "Ah c'mon Argus, what in Sam Hill will they do without you? You're the best warrior this land's ever seen, no way they can handle those guys without your help! Besides, what kind of hero wouldja be if you don't go to help out the whole world when it's in need? Man up, you're still young, got hundreds of years in front of you to sit around, so go be a man!" His self pep-talk given, he sighed and walked back into the house, saying "Ah've gotta go darlin. The people need me to help save the world." His son looked up at him then and asked "You're gonna go save the world Dad?" Argus nodded, saying with a grin "That's right son. It's not fair if I only protect you, is it? Ah've gotta protect everybody." His son nodded with the certainty only a young child can possess and said "Okay dad! I'll see you when you get back!" At that, he walked off to go play, while Argus paced the living room for only a brief moment before getting to work.

Carefully stepping up to the armor rack, Argus watched the stones of the armor slide aside to allow the armor's owner to step in. Gingerly placing himself within the stone, it once more closed around his body when he had stepped inside, encasing him in the granite forged by the Allfather to protect his mortals. Grasping the helmet, he placed it on his head as his apprentices swarmed around him, eager for adventure, with the exception of Grif, who seemed somewhat more reluctant. Argus didn't even bother trying to dissuade them, when they really wanted something they were incorrigible, thankfully they didn't get that way much. His apprentices went out into the village, gathering supplies for the expedition while Argus removed the helmet once more to lean in and kiss his wife goodbye, saying "Ah'll come home safe dear, I promise." Leaving no time for tears, Argus put his helmet back on and left his humble home behind, knowing that he may not return for many months. He watched Simmins, Lohpez and Dohnut walk about gathering supplies, while Grif was already asleep by the town's entrance, no doubt already dreading the great journey ahead of them. That was all and well, Argus supposed, as an hour later they were setting off, lent speed by a caravan that happened to be travelling that way, since the market for Snow Potatoes had flourished massively in the outside world, Clan Steelforge had become much more of a trader.

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Stepping from the cart that had borne him, and only him, Argus yawned loudly as he looked over the assembly. To the right, a host of dark armored warriors waited, with the center position belonging to a pale figure in a black cloak. Argus rolled his eyes at the flashy display, whispering with a chuckle"Look at that guy Simmins, too scared to come without a buncha soldiers" Simmins chuckled as well, replying "Indeed sir, nowhere near as manly as you! You came with just us, a bunch of apprentices!" Argus chuckled, a low rumbling sound that could still easily fill the air around Argus. As he looked to his left however, he was surprised to see a pair of elves, riding...bears.

Argus's eyes went wide behind his helmet and he mumbled under his breath "Reminds me of Brownie, right good war bear he was. Poor Brownie, died too young in that forest, damn killin tree." His miniature traumatic flashback aside, Argus shook his head and returned to normal, saying "Ah, the elf came with 'er and the boy, now that's better. Ridin bears too, real cavalry mounts those are, not like horses!" This aside, Argus and his troop walked up beside the elves as the drawbridge waited to be lowered. Argus, sensing an opportunity to get to know a potential ally, marched his own stone up besides the woman of the group. He recognized her of course, Fyldren's name was as well known as his own name, though he'd never met her in person before. Even with his own reputation to precede him, he had to admit it never stopped being a little intimidating to meet someone you've only heard of in drunken tales at the tavern. Nevertheless, he introduced himself "Good day miss, I'm Argus, Argus Steelforge, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

The Accomplished

Classes are up for me too but like I said I'll have a post done today

Mikado Daigaku (Feudal & Dark Fantasy RP)

Ero Sensei.

:D

@FinDragon

NEIN!

*Ahem* Anyway, I have no protests to lodge

The Accomplished

I'll have my starter up either sometime tonight or tomorrow

Mikado Daigaku (Feudal & Dark Fantasy RP)

I hope that was okay. If I need to change anything, please let me know.

@OtomostheCrazy

Ditto! (Hope I didn't screw up!)

Mikado Daigaku (Feudal & Dark Fantasy RP)

Watching the others make their attempts, Amy was a little amazed by her sensei and her classmates. They were definitely pretty strong, though the first one to attempt appeared to have messed up, and the most recent one had probably hurt himself. She made her way over and knelt down, gently touching his arm and allowing her aura to briefly manifest as she made use of her power to heal, hopefully alleviating any bruises. After that, she said gingerly "Be careful, make sure not to get hurt. It's no good training if you're too banged up to learn from it."This was definitely odd, and that first girl bothered her a little more than this guy, at least he'd gone for it and messed up big while she'd 'shorted out'. However, that was alright, sensei had told her what she did wrong and they were all students for a reason, and it wasn't because they were masters. Then, however, Hanzo made his big schpiel, about how he didn't care about anyone and how he was "the student of the establishment", and this made Amy frown in disappointment. The guy was just a student like the rest of them, not an invincible island. Did he understand that this way he wanted it, to be alone, wasn't the way to real strength? Real strength lay in belief in one's purpose, and belief in one's comrades in arms. That was what her father had always taught, that was what her mentor had always taught, and that was what she believed with all her heart. She wanted to gain the strength to match her convictions, so she could always protect the ones she cared about, so she'd never lose anyone.

That said, she decided it was her turn to step up, and slowly made her way to the wall. She shut her eyes for a moment and focused on the energy that flowed through her, the very energy of her own strength, and gently beckoned it outwards. Just like when she used her power to heal, or her power to aid an ally, she could feel it manifesting. Her powers to heal, her power to make others stronger, they were based in her own energy, not the energy of the light around her, and it was that same energy that now bolstered her. Unlike Yaozu's, her aura was gentle and controlled, and unlike sensei's it was not bright and filling the room. As her eyes opened, a soft glow back-lit them as a gentle blue glow began emitting from her body, slowly growing brighter as Amy focused her energy. Amy gingerly stepped onto the wall, though her balance wasn't ideal at first she was, at the very least, completely confident in herself. She stepped further up the wall, her balance growing with her own self-assurance as she walked. When she stepped onto the ceiling, she dared to move at a fast walk for but a moment before slowing back to the easy gait she'd held.

After she'd taken a lap or two about the ceiling, she gingerly descended the wall and gave a dry smile, saying "Not so bad if you think vertically." Her bad joke aside, she quietly made her way back to her seat and sat down. She didn't quite relax, but she at least gave off a far different aura than before. While before it had been a literal aura of light, now it was far more figurative. Just looking at her, one could tell she felt re-assured, that her confidence had been bolstered. Amy now knew, for certain, she could at least keep the pace with her classmates, and for now that was enough. Though, she hoped to one day be the best martial artist around, so that she could protect everybody and never lose, but for now, she was content to match the others in her class in ability and dedication.