@NewShoesForever To be fair I was considering that Ahkshriba and Yazara were at one point or still enemy nations in the same desert land, so perhaps that could work very well. AND Ashana is a notorious criminal in the desert, so a bounty hunter coming after her would be ace. Good idea, friendo!
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@Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
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*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
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[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
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Wow...this place was so huge, Harley thought, eyes as wide as a full moon, her jaw nearly touching the tips of her boots. Back in her old school, a library was just a few shelves, a table with chairs, and maybe one desktop computer you were lucky to get a hold of before another student. She couldn't believe her eyes seeing how massive this place was. It just went to show her how life in a big city was gonna be.
Admittedly, it was a little scary for the small town Texas girl, but at least Nat was there to show her the ropes.
Taking her friend by the hand once more, they walked into the study room. She was still in a bit of shock, but managed to get a hold of herself.
She sat down at the table, setting her Fallout Vault 111 backpack to the side and pulling out her textbooks and laptop.
"Alrighty then!" A confident smile was plastered on her face, but ever slowly it faded. "Let's....umm...Nat?" She sighed. "I'm gonna be straightforward. I'm dumber than a sack of hammers when it comes to math and science. I'm more into cameras than I am chemical equations really. Do uh...do you think you can help me?" It felt embarassing of her to ask, as given by the redness of her cheeks.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=XhyGQPsKb1E
Helena, she merely stared at her phone, a thousand thoughts racing through her mind. Darren was hardcore, unlike her. There was no telling what this special job would entail. Would she be doing shit she never wanted to? Would she end up killing someone? Or worse, would it end up with her being killed...or something even morw fucked up? On the other hand, she wouldn't have to worry about owing Darren anything.
Her palms sweated, her throat was dry. She felt sick to her stomach. What would she do...?
She made her decision.
"Fuck it."
"I don't owe you shit!"
Tapping on her phone rather hastily, she skimmed through her contacts...until she found the number she was looking for.
Why did she keep his number all this time, she wondered. After all he had caused her, all the shit he put her through just by abandoning her.... But maybe...maybe he didn't.
She hesitated at first, but her thumb fell upon the number...and her phone rang.
"Hey...Jason? It's me... Could...could you meet me at the skatepark today? I...we need to chat... See ya..."
"As do some of the students. Jason has been wondering about-"
"Jason? Now I know you're lying!"
"Okay, okay...I'm guessing you and Jason are on...uneven water right now, but he did ask where you were."
"Whatever... I'll believe it when I see it..."
I guess by blowing Darren off, I've pretty much signed a death warrant. I better make peace with this world before I leave it then.
Shoving her phone in her pocket, she pushed her board onward to the skatepark.
After all these years, I doubt he still cares. Oh well, we'll just have to wait and see.
Wow...this place was so huge, Harley thought, eyes as wide as a full moon, her jaw nearly touching the tips of her boots. Back in her old school, a library was just a few shelves, a table with chairs, and maybe one desktop computer you were lucky to get a hold of before another student. She couldn't believe her eyes seeing how massive this place was. It just went to show her how life in a big city was gonna be.
Admittedly, it was a little scary for the small town Texas girl, but at least Nat was there to show her the ropes.
Taking her friend by the hand once more, they walked into the study room. She was still in a bit of shock, but managed to get a hold of herself.
She sat down at the table, setting her Fallout Vault 111 backpack to the side and pulling out her textbooks and laptop.
"Alrighty then!" A confident smile was plastered on her face, but ever slowly it faded. "Let's....umm...Nat?" She sighed. "I'm gonna be straightforward. I'm dumber than a sack of hammers when it comes to math and science. I'm more into cameras than I am chemical equations really. Do uh...do you think you can help me?" It felt embarassing of her to ask, as given by the redness of her cheeks.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=XhyGQPsKb1E
Helena, she merely stared at her phone, a thousand thoughts racing through her mind. Darren was hardcore, unlike her. There was no telling what this special job would entail. Would she be doing shit she never wanted to? Would she end up killing someone? Or worse, would it end up with her being killed...or something even morw fucked up? On the other hand, she wouldn't have to worry about owing Darren anything.
Her palms sweated, her throat was dry. She felt sick to her stomach. What would she do...?
She made her decision.
"Fuck it."
Voicemail deleted"I don't owe you shit!"
Tapping on her phone rather hastily, she skimmed through her contacts...until she found the number she was looking for.
Why did she keep his number all this time, she wondered. After all he had caused her, all the shit he put her through just by abandoning her.... But maybe...maybe he didn't.
She hesitated at first, but her thumb fell upon the number...and her phone rang.
"Hey...Jason? It's me... Could...could you meet me at the skatepark today? I...we need to chat... See ya..."
"As do some of the students. Jason has been wondering about-"
"Jason? Now I know you're lying!"
"Okay, okay...I'm guessing you and Jason are on...uneven water right now, but he did ask where you were."
"Whatever... I'll believe it when I see it..."
I guess by blowing Darren off, I've pretty much signed a death warrant. I better make peace with this world before I leave it then.
Shoving her phone in her pocket, she pushed her board onward to the skatepark.
After all these years, I doubt he still cares. Oh well, we'll just have to wait and see.
@EldarionI You can. I was waiting for the dwarf's reaction anyways.
@Roughdragon1 This isn't over, Saga. Ashana will be back for you.
@Avali Fries are actually Belgian. Just sayin' :b. And...perhaps I might find an excuse for Ashana to target Rose later.
That is true as well. Umm...maybe I should have researched this a bit more before I jumped in... :(
I suppose we could implement a leveling system to determine such, but that might be a tad difficult to keep track of. Then again we could just leave it up to chance. In Kingdoms of Amalur: Reckoning and Diablo, you always had a very slim chance of finding rare loot at low levels. It was more or less based on a percentagw than by the character's level. I will admit too, I never really played much D&D, but I sorta know the basics of it.
I suppose we could implement a leveling system to determine such, but that might be a tad difficult to keep track of. Then again we could just leave it up to chance. In Kingdoms of Amalur: Reckoning and Diablo, you always had a very slim chance of finding rare loot at low levels. It was more or less based on a percentagw than by the character's level. I will admit too, I never really played much D&D, but I sorta know the basics of it.
@Avali Point. Uh...so something like this?
-Characters can interact with other characters through dialogue, combat, etc. In the event of combat though, the GM determines the effectiveness of an attack and/or defense by random chance (I.E.: roll of the die). The GM is allowed only to kill a PC when that player gives the GM consent.
-Environmental interactions are also determined by random chance, meaning if a character chooses to open a chest or search a cave, there is either the possibility of the GM deciding they find a rare item or encounter a monster.
-Permadeath is prominent in this game. If your character dies, that character will remain dead for the duration. However, players can create a new character after their original character has died.
-Characters can interact with other characters through dialogue, combat, etc. In the event of combat though, the GM determines the effectiveness of an attack and/or defense by random chance (I.E.: roll of the die). The GM is allowed only to kill a PC when that player gives the GM consent.
-Environmental interactions are also determined by random chance, meaning if a character chooses to open a chest or search a cave, there is either the possibility of the GM deciding they find a rare item or encounter a monster.
-Permadeath is prominent in this game. If your character dies, that character will remain dead for the duration. However, players can create a new character after their original character has died.
@Avali@EldarionI Well to be frank, I wasn't actually going to make a character myself. You see, I had thought about playing a sort of DM, in other words the consequence of your characters' actions would be determined by me at random, aside from your characters interacting, and I would introduce NPCs along the way that were integral to the story. I know this may be a stretch, but I was willing to at least give it a try.
So, yes, while it is vague my first post, it leaves the story open to begin how you wish. From there, we can continue and..
I really hope this is making some sense. I'll admit I'm a bit rusty when it comes to GMing things.
So, yes, while it is vague my first post, it leaves the story open to begin how you wish. From there, we can continue and..
I really hope this is making some sense. I'll admit I'm a bit rusty when it comes to GMing things.
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True, I did want to convey that these were going to be dark times, but it is kinda vague and leaves no opening.
Uh.. I'll fix it in a few. -__-
True, I did want to convey that these were going to be dark times, but it is kinda vague and leaves no opening.
Uh.. I'll fix it in a few. -__-
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Just perfect.
Her eyes lit up the moment she heard the dwarf stand up to that intolerable knight and proclaim that it would be he who took her to his room for the day. Just wonderful. Her snare may have failed to grasp that fool of a man, but now she had the mouthy dwarf, and that precious silver he boasted so proudly of, all to herself. Now, all Ashana had to do was bide her time till they were alone.
Oh, that knight, how he must be boiling with anger beneath his layers of cold steel Ashana thought, the very notion enough to paint a satisfied sneer across her beaming face. She had to admit while stealing their wealth was the main goal here, it was always a pleasure to her to see a man riled. The knight she would not forget however, oh no, for once she was done with the dwarf, she would come for him once more. Only the next time, instead of a lusty maiden, under the cover of night, the true Black Rose would blossom...bathed in the blood of her enemy.
But for now, Ashana waited, slipping an arm around the dwarf and shooting the knight a condescending smirk as her mark laid into him.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=Wp2oSuh1Hy0
Snow fell like cherry blossoms upon his armor and horse through the thick pines of the forest, as he and three other men rode along down the winding path back to the camp. The chilling winds howled dicing through his armor, causing him to shiver a tad. This place, so strange. Winter came for but a season in his homeland, but here, it had seemed to be perpetual. The snow was so dense here, it was a challenge to see far beyond. A veil of white and gray was all that stood before him, and that made him weary.
No vision. The enemy could ambush them at any moment. As he rode, his hand remained upon his blade, eyes vigilant. He continued to scan and survey the area around him. The enemy may have the first blow, but it would be he who struck the last.
Eventually as they soldiered on through the snow and ice, they passed through the forest, and a small sliver of flame appeared deep in the sundered valley below, surrounded by makeshift tents and tattered banners flapping in the snowy breeze. A sigh of relief Shinji exhaled. They had made it to the camp. Men scurried back and forth. Horses bucked and neighed, their hot breath a mist upon the frosty air. Meats and vegetables roasted on spits over crackling campfires and blacksmith hammers beat against scorched anvils with a resounding clang as the armorers and weaponsmiths were hard at work to arm their brothers for victory.
As Shinji rode down into the camp, a solace befell him despite the bustling nature. It was a solace that overcame him many a time after bloody battle, the solace of returning home. He hopped off his horse and tied him to the post. By that time, a man, slightly younger than he, emerged from one of the larger tents, a fur cloak wrapped around his heavy plate armor.
"My brothers, you return!" He greeted them over the wailing winds. "Tell me, what news bring you from the front?"
"Our men have cut off their supply lines from the north, captain." Shinji replied as loud as his voice could carry. "They will starve to death before they reach our camps to the east."
"Ha, good!" The captain said. "Come, my comrade. We have more to discuss. Your efforts in this war have been a godsend. Soon we shall breach the walls of the capitol and bring the king to his knees. A new day shall dwan for the people of this land, my friend! Freedom and equality for all!"
"That is well and good, captain." Shinji returned walking beside him. "But a throne without a monarch to sit upon it breeds anarchy. The people are in need of a ruler, one who is fair and just."
"Indeed, my friend." The captain nodded. "There will be such a king, and he shall rule over his people as you have said, fair and just, but for now, we must turn our sight not towards the throne but the battlefield. Our victory is at hand, but the king's men continue to press us from all sides.
We must continue to make our push to the capitol one city at a time."
They walked into the main tent. A table sat in the middle, a map of the land sprawled out upon it. The captain strolled over to the map and leaned over it. Shinji stood on opposite side and removed his helm.
"See here." The captain unsheathed his dagger, pointing it at the map. "We have taken much of the land in this area. Faelstad and Carthis are under our control. We receive fresh supplies from those cities daily, and our men garrisoned there will serve as a first defense against a push from the king's men towards the west." Slowly, his dagger slid across the map.
"While they hold our position east, we can resume marching our men forward to the capitol. Only a few cities stand in our way."
"Gideon, Elanol, and King's Stead." Shinji muttered. "Cities surrounded by great stone walls, one of which is guarded by the king's elite and four towering golems."
The captain looked up, his brow furrowing. "You doubt the strength of our forces? Why?"
Shinji bowed his head. "Apologies, captain. I did not mean to offend, but we must consider bolstering our ranks before pushing west. The king's men are great in number and strength towards the capitol, and the land is far more open. Here east, we may have a foothold, yes, but pushing west with our meager numbers will only thin our ranks and leave us vulnerable."
"Ah, so you say we need more men. Is that it?"
"Indeed. While our men may be strong, we are few. The strength of the king lies in the number of his men and the breadth of his land."
"And the fact that half these buffoons won't open their eyes to the tyrant he has become. They would rather throw their lives away for the bonds of slavery than fight for their freedom." Gruffly the captain sighed. "So be it. It will be a stretch, but I will gather as many men and women as I can. We will also need to increase our supply to better suit our swelling numbers.
Until then, I want your men to continue their push to the capitol. The throne will be ours soon enough, then we can change this kingdom...for the better.
You are dismissed."
"Captain." Shinji bowed again and left the tent. He thought of the young man, ambitious, but ambition without guidance was folly. It was good that he had come along.
Just perfect.
Her eyes lit up the moment she heard the dwarf stand up to that intolerable knight and proclaim that it would be he who took her to his room for the day. Just wonderful. Her snare may have failed to grasp that fool of a man, but now she had the mouthy dwarf, and that precious silver he boasted so proudly of, all to herself. Now, all Ashana had to do was bide her time till they were alone.
Oh, that knight, how he must be boiling with anger beneath his layers of cold steel Ashana thought, the very notion enough to paint a satisfied sneer across her beaming face. She had to admit while stealing their wealth was the main goal here, it was always a pleasure to her to see a man riled. The knight she would not forget however, oh no, for once she was done with the dwarf, she would come for him once more. Only the next time, instead of a lusty maiden, under the cover of night, the true Black Rose would blossom...bathed in the blood of her enemy.
But for now, Ashana waited, slipping an arm around the dwarf and shooting the knight a condescending smirk as her mark laid into him.
Shinji Takemitsu
m.youtube.com/watch?v=Wp2oSuh1Hy0
Snow fell like cherry blossoms upon his armor and horse through the thick pines of the forest, as he and three other men rode along down the winding path back to the camp. The chilling winds howled dicing through his armor, causing him to shiver a tad. This place, so strange. Winter came for but a season in his homeland, but here, it had seemed to be perpetual. The snow was so dense here, it was a challenge to see far beyond. A veil of white and gray was all that stood before him, and that made him weary.
No vision. The enemy could ambush them at any moment. As he rode, his hand remained upon his blade, eyes vigilant. He continued to scan and survey the area around him. The enemy may have the first blow, but it would be he who struck the last.
Eventually as they soldiered on through the snow and ice, they passed through the forest, and a small sliver of flame appeared deep in the sundered valley below, surrounded by makeshift tents and tattered banners flapping in the snowy breeze. A sigh of relief Shinji exhaled. They had made it to the camp. Men scurried back and forth. Horses bucked and neighed, their hot breath a mist upon the frosty air. Meats and vegetables roasted on spits over crackling campfires and blacksmith hammers beat against scorched anvils with a resounding clang as the armorers and weaponsmiths were hard at work to arm their brothers for victory.
As Shinji rode down into the camp, a solace befell him despite the bustling nature. It was a solace that overcame him many a time after bloody battle, the solace of returning home. He hopped off his horse and tied him to the post. By that time, a man, slightly younger than he, emerged from one of the larger tents, a fur cloak wrapped around his heavy plate armor.
"My brothers, you return!" He greeted them over the wailing winds. "Tell me, what news bring you from the front?"
"Our men have cut off their supply lines from the north, captain." Shinji replied as loud as his voice could carry. "They will starve to death before they reach our camps to the east."
"Ha, good!" The captain said. "Come, my comrade. We have more to discuss. Your efforts in this war have been a godsend. Soon we shall breach the walls of the capitol and bring the king to his knees. A new day shall dwan for the people of this land, my friend! Freedom and equality for all!"
"That is well and good, captain." Shinji returned walking beside him. "But a throne without a monarch to sit upon it breeds anarchy. The people are in need of a ruler, one who is fair and just."
"Indeed, my friend." The captain nodded. "There will be such a king, and he shall rule over his people as you have said, fair and just, but for now, we must turn our sight not towards the throne but the battlefield. Our victory is at hand, but the king's men continue to press us from all sides.
We must continue to make our push to the capitol one city at a time."
They walked into the main tent. A table sat in the middle, a map of the land sprawled out upon it. The captain strolled over to the map and leaned over it. Shinji stood on opposite side and removed his helm.
"See here." The captain unsheathed his dagger, pointing it at the map. "We have taken much of the land in this area. Faelstad and Carthis are under our control. We receive fresh supplies from those cities daily, and our men garrisoned there will serve as a first defense against a push from the king's men towards the west." Slowly, his dagger slid across the map.
"While they hold our position east, we can resume marching our men forward to the capitol. Only a few cities stand in our way."
"Gideon, Elanol, and King's Stead." Shinji muttered. "Cities surrounded by great stone walls, one of which is guarded by the king's elite and four towering golems."
The captain looked up, his brow furrowing. "You doubt the strength of our forces? Why?"
Shinji bowed his head. "Apologies, captain. I did not mean to offend, but we must consider bolstering our ranks before pushing west. The king's men are great in number and strength towards the capitol, and the land is far more open. Here east, we may have a foothold, yes, but pushing west with our meager numbers will only thin our ranks and leave us vulnerable."
"Ah, so you say we need more men. Is that it?"
"Indeed. While our men may be strong, we are few. The strength of the king lies in the number of his men and the breadth of his land."
"And the fact that half these buffoons won't open their eyes to the tyrant he has become. They would rather throw their lives away for the bonds of slavery than fight for their freedom." Gruffly the captain sighed. "So be it. It will be a stretch, but I will gather as many men and women as I can. We will also need to increase our supply to better suit our swelling numbers.
Until then, I want your men to continue their push to the capitol. The throne will be ours soon enough, then we can change this kingdom...for the better.
You are dismissed."
"Captain." Shinji bowed again and left the tent. He thought of the young man, ambitious, but ambition without guidance was folly. It was good that he had come along.
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