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That's what I was thinking in reference to cost.
Shoddy made stuff, thirty bullets, thirty dollars, thats a dollar a piece, you've been scammed. xD
Great! Looks like this will get somewhere after all.
I understand where you're coming from Sola, and normally I would be of the same opinion. However, TheyMostly made it clear that he was being scammed. :)
Edit: Sorry, didn't see your post before mine there TheyMostly. No, bullets would be a bit more pricey. :P However, it depends on what your going for, bullets from pre-war or the shoddy stuff made by weaponsmiths now. On top of that I was under the impression that you were being scammed as well for much less bullets.
Edit: Sorry, didn't see your post before mine there TheyMostly. No, bullets would be a bit more pricey. :P However, it depends on what your going for, bullets from pre-war or the shoddy stuff made by weaponsmiths now. On top of that I was under the impression that you were being scammed as well for much less bullets.
Nice posts. Okay so to try tie us all together here, after a few more posts and when everybody has finished their current business. I see a late-night or early-morning bandit raid. Nothing like a bandit raid to bring a group of role-players together.
Anyone have anything different to offer up?
Anyone have anything different to offer up?
Glad to see your interest, once you character fits a general "Traditional Fantasy" idea then it's all good. For the most part this will be an Inn thread with the potential to become something like "The Sanctuary" again. Although a new plane of existence obviously. Hope to see some more interest soon. Itching to get this going.
The OOC
Foreword: So I haven't seen an inn role-play in a very long time. Perhaps it's that they're frowned upon or perhaps they've simply gone out of fashion/lived out their course. Whatever the case is, while scrolling through the forums I decided that I really would like to partake in an inn role-play again, and that is why I am creating this thread. I remember years ago on the Runescape Forums (sorry if that counts as advertising) before they went to hell and had a decent following of exceptional role-players, the first role-play I ever joined was, yes, an inn role-play. This role-play was created by a user on those forums called LordMatt144 and the role-play was named; "The Hallows Inn". It was this role-play that had me gripped by the ankles and wouldn't let me go, instantly my love for books, literature and other such mediums was revived and I fell head over heels with role-playing.
When this role-play had run it's course it led to a role-play I created (my first time being a GM in a role-play), called "The Sanctuary". Based in a universe on a separate plane of existence to the Hallows Inn, traveled to by a portal; the patrons of the inn found themselves in a city that was consumed by death. After successfully reaching the highest point of the city and defeating an entity known as The Guardian, the city was revived, those trapped by death returned to normal and the dank city became glistening white marble once again. The role-play was a hit and lasted for a colossal thirty-one threads over a number of years before all the players had moved on from the RSF. Having gone through heart-pounding battles, lovey-dovey romance and an amazing world, built by us all on a collaborative effort, the final thread of the role-play fell to page 51 of the RSF where it died and was wiped from server history.
As I'm currently writing a book based on The Sanctuary, I would love to start a role-play based on the Hallows Inn once more and see where it can take us, a "new" generation of role-players. So, join me on this journey, if you think you're big enough.
The Hallows Inn
You find yourself sprinting, as fast as you can, pushing every muscle in your body to the limit. The dirt track in front of you, so bogged down by rain water has become nothing more than a sludge path of sodden muck. With every step you feel as if your boots are about to be pulled from your feet. Thin, black gnarled branches of long dead trees pinch and tear at your clothes and skin, but you ignore the pain other than a wince after each painful lash. The rain is pouring and your soaked clothing weighs you down, you feel as if at any minute, your fatigue will overcome you and you will succumb to being yet another victim of the Drakenwald, in common tongue, the Dragon's Wood. For the longest time now, your only light source has been that of the moon where it manages to penetrate through the crowded tree-tops, whose dead branches are like crippled arms clawing at the sky, begging for freedom.
Suddenly, thunder rumbles and now consistent flashes of lightning offer you glimpses of what lies ahead, allowing you to maneuver around thorns and branches as sharp as a good sword. However, with each flash of lightning paranoia grows on you, fingering at the deepest parts of your brain. What was at first a hunch that you were being watched is now visuals, whether or not they are hallucinations, deep red eyes watching you through the trees, waiting for you to fall, or make a mistake before the pounce. Thunk you hit the ground hard as you trip over something, struggling to turn onto your back you see it was a rope, tied between the bases of two trees. Your hunch proved to be right, someone or something is hunting and you are their prey. About to give in, you lie back and feel the muck molding to your shape, opening your eyes you see something that almost beings your heart to a stop. Hung from a thick branch, is a skeleton, a long dead victim of whatever it is that resides in this place. Strangely enough this gives you the power to keep going. Bringing yourself to your feet you turn on your heels and once again begin to make haste. You don't know where you are going but anywhere is better than this place. Seconds turn into minutes, which in turn feel like hours as you find you are hopelessly lost. But, something catches your eye, a light coming from between two trees, this is not like any light you have seen in a long time, this is natural daylight. You make one final dart for the light, you can feel your hunter is right behind you. You run and you run and you run.
Thunk. Once again you hit the ground, but this time the fall is not as bad, you open your eyes to see that you came crashing through a final line of trees and landed in a clearing of lush, green grass. Strangely enough, as you look up at the sky, you can see the sun hovering directly overhead, a small ball in the sky. You squint as it hurts your eyes, but you cannot look away knowing that only moments ago you'd seen the moon, it was as if, you'd stumbled into a different time. Bringing yourself around, you see that there is a building ahead of you, it appears to be some sort of resting place, an inn. Beside it lies the forge of a blacksmith. Coming to your feet, you walk towards the building and upon reaching the door, push it open and stumble inside, dragging in muck and dripping water all over the oak floor. Eyes from all over the large open room fall you, you catch a pretty maiden standing on the stairs. Time seems to freeze for a moment, only to be started again by a voice.
"Another wanderer? This is the third this week, at this rate, we're soon going to run out of rooms... Welcome to the Hallows Inn! Lazarus, at your service."
So, if you're interested in joining the role-play, just show it here by leaving a post. Hope to hear from you soon!
Foreword: So I haven't seen an inn role-play in a very long time. Perhaps it's that they're frowned upon or perhaps they've simply gone out of fashion/lived out their course. Whatever the case is, while scrolling through the forums I decided that I really would like to partake in an inn role-play again, and that is why I am creating this thread. I remember years ago on the Runescape Forums (sorry if that counts as advertising) before they went to hell and had a decent following of exceptional role-players, the first role-play I ever joined was, yes, an inn role-play. This role-play was created by a user on those forums called LordMatt144 and the role-play was named; "The Hallows Inn". It was this role-play that had me gripped by the ankles and wouldn't let me go, instantly my love for books, literature and other such mediums was revived and I fell head over heels with role-playing.
When this role-play had run it's course it led to a role-play I created (my first time being a GM in a role-play), called "The Sanctuary". Based in a universe on a separate plane of existence to the Hallows Inn, traveled to by a portal; the patrons of the inn found themselves in a city that was consumed by death. After successfully reaching the highest point of the city and defeating an entity known as The Guardian, the city was revived, those trapped by death returned to normal and the dank city became glistening white marble once again. The role-play was a hit and lasted for a colossal thirty-one threads over a number of years before all the players had moved on from the RSF. Having gone through heart-pounding battles, lovey-dovey romance and an amazing world, built by us all on a collaborative effort, the final thread of the role-play fell to page 51 of the RSF where it died and was wiped from server history.
As I'm currently writing a book based on The Sanctuary, I would love to start a role-play based on the Hallows Inn once more and see where it can take us, a "new" generation of role-players. So, join me on this journey, if you think you're big enough.
The Hallows Inn
You find yourself sprinting, as fast as you can, pushing every muscle in your body to the limit. The dirt track in front of you, so bogged down by rain water has become nothing more than a sludge path of sodden muck. With every step you feel as if your boots are about to be pulled from your feet. Thin, black gnarled branches of long dead trees pinch and tear at your clothes and skin, but you ignore the pain other than a wince after each painful lash. The rain is pouring and your soaked clothing weighs you down, you feel as if at any minute, your fatigue will overcome you and you will succumb to being yet another victim of the Drakenwald, in common tongue, the Dragon's Wood. For the longest time now, your only light source has been that of the moon where it manages to penetrate through the crowded tree-tops, whose dead branches are like crippled arms clawing at the sky, begging for freedom.
Suddenly, thunder rumbles and now consistent flashes of lightning offer you glimpses of what lies ahead, allowing you to maneuver around thorns and branches as sharp as a good sword. However, with each flash of lightning paranoia grows on you, fingering at the deepest parts of your brain. What was at first a hunch that you were being watched is now visuals, whether or not they are hallucinations, deep red eyes watching you through the trees, waiting for you to fall, or make a mistake before the pounce. Thunk you hit the ground hard as you trip over something, struggling to turn onto your back you see it was a rope, tied between the bases of two trees. Your hunch proved to be right, someone or something is hunting and you are their prey. About to give in, you lie back and feel the muck molding to your shape, opening your eyes you see something that almost beings your heart to a stop. Hung from a thick branch, is a skeleton, a long dead victim of whatever it is that resides in this place. Strangely enough this gives you the power to keep going. Bringing yourself to your feet you turn on your heels and once again begin to make haste. You don't know where you are going but anywhere is better than this place. Seconds turn into minutes, which in turn feel like hours as you find you are hopelessly lost. But, something catches your eye, a light coming from between two trees, this is not like any light you have seen in a long time, this is natural daylight. You make one final dart for the light, you can feel your hunter is right behind you. You run and you run and you run.
Thunk. Once again you hit the ground, but this time the fall is not as bad, you open your eyes to see that you came crashing through a final line of trees and landed in a clearing of lush, green grass. Strangely enough, as you look up at the sky, you can see the sun hovering directly overhead, a small ball in the sky. You squint as it hurts your eyes, but you cannot look away knowing that only moments ago you'd seen the moon, it was as if, you'd stumbled into a different time. Bringing yourself around, you see that there is a building ahead of you, it appears to be some sort of resting place, an inn. Beside it lies the forge of a blacksmith. Coming to your feet, you walk towards the building and upon reaching the door, push it open and stumble inside, dragging in muck and dripping water all over the oak floor. Eyes from all over the large open room fall you, you catch a pretty maiden standing on the stairs. Time seems to freeze for a moment, only to be started again by a voice.
"Another wanderer? This is the third this week, at this rate, we're soon going to run out of rooms... Welcome to the Hallows Inn! Lazarus, at your service."
So, if you're interested in joining the role-play, just show it here by leaving a post. Hope to hear from you soon!
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Well both our characters would be survivors. By no means fighters and would avoid conflict, we just want to stay alive.
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Flint took the chips in front of him and began to count them as they finished up the game. Flint received the money from the other players "How'd you get so lucky?" One of the men remarked as Flint shrugged pocketing the cash as his friends began to mill out of the door. Flint stood up and walked to the bar ordering 2 drinks "A screwball and whatever this gentleman wants" He pointed to Dorjan. "New in town?" he asked Dorjan looking to his hands "You been playing with a knife? They aren't toys you know" He joked as the drinks where placed in front of him . He removed the large wad of cash that he had won from . Removing a few bills and giving them to the bartender. Nodding appreciatively as he took a sip of his drink.
Dorjan had been watching the men playing a card came since he'd left the knife game. The thing that amazed him most, although to say amazed would be a bit of an exaggeration, was the fact that they were using chips. Dorjan had not been accustomed to the Old World, hell, he'd never even seen it except for in his mind when his father would tell him stories all those years ago, but in any card came he'd seen being played (although Dorjan preferred knife games), he'd never seen chips being used.
"A screwball and whatever this gentleman wants" Dorjan examined the man as he came over to the bar with what were his winnings, it was apparent to Dorjan now that you could make a lot more money from card games than five-finger-fillet. The proof? Right in the stranger's hands and pockets that was about to buy him a drink.
"So, what you having?" The bartender asked, his open palms pressed against the old counter-top, a drying towel flopped over his right forearm. In any normal circumstances, Dorjan would refuse the offer, his pride wouldn't let him take a drink from someone. However, after the last few weeks, with being left for dead and his winnings from no more than ten minutes ago dwindling away, he thought what harm could it do.
"Alright then." Dorjan uttered, pausing as a look of thought crossed his face for a moment before he licked the corner of his lips, "I suppose I'll have whatever I had the last time." The names of different alcoholic drinks never mattered to Dorjan, and usually places all served the one same spirit and the one same ale (if they had any). Dorjan was just about to thank the man, when he got ahead of him.
"You been playing with a knife? They aren't toys you know" Dorjan covered his injured hand with his other while the stranger who'd bought him a drink was looking at them. The tone in the stranger's voice was obviously a joking one so Dorjan snickered and took his drink up in his right hand, twisting his left from side-to-side, eyeing it.
"I've had worse than this." Dorjan muttered before downing the drink in one, there hadn't been much in it but it left a burn in the back of your throat. Dorjan cleared his throat and put the glass down on the counter. "Thanks for the drink stranger, but I don't even know your name..."
I didn't think you could make a list of CS' here effectively. Otherwise I would have like on the old guild.
@TheyMostly: I suppose it would be around early afternoon and yeah there can be a store, feel free to christen it with a name, or leave it nameless if you like.
@TheyMostly: I suppose it would be around early afternoon and yeah there can be a store, feel free to christen it with a name, or leave it nameless if you like.
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