Garden Gnome

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I've posted. I hope my post is alright.

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_Senua

Armistice ♦ The Dungeons - > East Gate ♦ 500 HP

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Senua didn't exactly have a long-term goal in mind. She'd been living day-by-day, wandering around, seeing the world ever since her father died back in her hometown of Sorei. But that was quite a while ago, back in her normal days. She was anything but free now. The young lass found herself in Armistice, sitting in a dirty and dingy cell, surrounded by cells of other criminals and degenerates. While she had lost track of the date and time, Senua had not lost her sense of hope and spirit. The result of a job gone wrong, a case where she had been caught between the violent squabbles of two wealthy and influential merchants going against each other, and Senua eventually ending up as the scapegoat for the whole debacle. It seems that when enough money get thrown around, things got settled quickly, as the case closed with her unjust imprisonment. Money does apparently makes the world go around. Her salvation come one day, although she was not so sure if that was for the better.

Guards had came that morning, or was it night? She had no way to tell for there were no windows anywhere in her cell. It was there that she was also told that she would be pardoned only on the condition if she takes up this particular quest the ICC has planned. Senua instantly agreed without hesitation, like a thirsty man at the sight of water. Her reasoning was that no matter how bad the quest was, it couldn't be bad as this dark and humid cell, could it?She had no idea what the ICC saw in her, but she wasn't going to look the gift horse in the mouth. Perhaps all the other previous successful jobs in town had come to fruition after all? Nah, it couldn't be.

Following the guards out of the cell in the dungeons, Senua was brought to a clean, posh-looking room that her dirty and foul-smelling self was terribly out-of-place of. After waiting around for what must have been ten-fifteen minutes, trying her best not to stink up the air as much as she was doing already, she saw a well-dressed man enter with two fingers pinched on his nose. "My goodness, you stink up a horrible stench!" Senua replied rather sheepishly,"Yeah, that happens, when you're unjustly imprisonment without any bath for ages."

The man of whom she did not know the name of then went on to brief her more on what exactly was going on, and what she was required to do from now. Basically, she was to go onto this group which had been assembled by them,(the ICC) to find something about the secrets of magic immortality or some other hogwash. Once the quest has been completed, Senua would regain her freedom. With a quick clap of his hands, he summoned a pair of maids that seemed to come from nowhere to whisk her dirty self for a bath. Oh, the young lass relished the bath indeed. The last time anyone had given her a bath, was a father when she was but still a wee child. And now, there was two!Senua seemed horribly out of place among the opulent and lavish decor and furniture, sitting in the porcelain bathtub that housed the blackened water she was in, as the maids frantically scrub the dirt off her skin and hair. Soon enough, they were done with bathing, and gestured towards a set of neatly washed and pressed clothes that sat next to something incredibly familiar. Still butt-naked, she ran forwards to the recognisable sight to see her armour and her beloved weapons, the only physical keepsakes she had left of her father. She thought them gone, lost for good when she was imprisoned. Reuniting with them felt like a part of her felt whole again.

When her reunion was complete, Senua got dressed quickly and left the room to find two Royal Knights and the same snobby man she had met earlier who informed her that she would be escorted to the city walls, near the gate where the group had been arranged to meet. She followed the trio as they moved and turned, and moved and turned, in the maze they were. Eventually, they broke into open sky, and she realised that it was day after all, and with a lovely sun to boot. Senua raised up a hand, shielding her eyes from the rays of the sun that the lass had not seen for god knows how long. Eventually, they arrived at their destination, as she saw a wide variety of people gathered around in the vicinity, even a rather giant looking guy clad from head-to-toe in plate armour. She also saw the snobby man talking to another of the ICC representative, with several gestures and glances pointed towards her directly. Senua caught the glances the pair gave towards her while they were talking. When the snobby guy was finished, he gave his colleague a firm handshake, before leaving the area entirely.

There Will Always Be Blood

If the Queen of Ostwall is twenty, how old are the children (Prince,Princess,Heir) etc.?
Unless the children are not birthed by the current Queen?

There Will Always Be Blood

@HushedWhispers

Oh that's nice, but there is also such a thing as Warrior Queen/Princess, LOL.
Seeing as how their family patriarch is a warrior, the arts of combat could always be a part of their lives. As least that's how I see the family. :P

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@DOOM TEA

I've never tried beta waves, but I do agree about the music with lyrics. I have the same problem in that the lyrics become the focus and I can't really focus on what I'm trying to write and everything gets jumbled. I can listen to instrumentals though. In the end, I just usually try to get into a completely silent environment when I prepare to write something.

@icmasticc

This. This is me. You and I think the same.

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@HushedWhispers

Just wondering on two things regard the Family of Ostwall.

1. From what I've read, the patriarch of is a ruthless warrior. Would it be fair to assume that the rest of the family is or has knowledge of combat/fighting as well?

2. How old is the princess be, or would that be up to the writer? I was hoping to go for an older teenager/ young adult age of maybe 18-20 or so.

@Nevix

I just glanced over, and thought maybe I can help.
For starters, you can remove the fullstop from the [.hr]
I also noticed that you have a couple of codes that are not closed or are in excess in the personality section that is also contributing to the formatting break.

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@OneWayOut@JulienJaden

Here are just some of the music I found.

Neohuman Hero - Robert Slump
United We Stand - Matias Puumala
Destiny - Max Legend
Rise of The Ice Queen - Krale
Jupiter - Gonzalo Martins
Cinematic Epic - Artexpromo
Here Be Dragons - ADN Compositions
New Frontier - Matias Puumala
Endless Sacrifice - Miro Kepinski
Dawn of Time - Elephant Music

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So..what's this about unicorns in a PM?

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@OneWayOut

Oh, I definitely see you lurking here whenever I visit the thread.

@JulienJaden@OneWayOut

Speaking of music, I had no idea you guys were into that kind of music. I have alot of those stored somewhere in my Youtube favourite's list. If I browse through them, I'm sure I can find plenty.

Argus: Olympian Intelligence

Greta Kohler

Location: ARGUS HQ, Athens
Interacting With: Ownself

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Greta was at the armoury, get ready for the mission ahead by requisitioning the equipment needed for the mission ahead. To prevent mix-up or calculation errors, the pair had decided to prepare their gear on their own, so that there would no chance of a "I thought you had prepared that." She would be needing some assault weaponry, with their suppressors, for stealth was the highest priority due to their outnumbered ratio. Intelligence had suggested that they would at least be taking on a strength of fifteen men, and since she doubt anyone of them would surrender, the pair of them would have to kill all of them. These were well-trained men, and her limits would no doubt be put to the test. Despite how Oliver might come across as, he was actually quite the skilled agent.

Walking up to the quartermaster, Greta said, "Hey there. I'll be need some heavier weaponry this time around. I'll have the FN SCAR Assault rifle with the suppressor, and about eight or so magazines to go along with it. Six magazines for the Thunderbolt would be great as well." She wouldn't just stop there however, she would also requisition a couple of fragmentation grenades and flashbangs, although those would only be used when the shit hits the fan. The final two things she would need would be the body armour, a kevlar bullet-proof vest and the night vision snow goggles. Walking away with the equipment she needed in a duffel bag, she started to head back into her room to prepare.

She would start with stripping the weapons, (both the rifle and the pistol) then cleaning them thoroughly, before assembling them back together once more in record time and loading them up. When the weaponry was sorted and all accounted for, she proceeded onto the next item on the agenda, clothing and body armour, or more specifically, winter clothing. They were after all, heading to the Alps.

Since they had no intention of staying there for a long, Greta simply prepared an additional set of thermal attire as well as a wind-resistant jacket, along with the rest of her winter gear. Packing all the necessities and everything else in a camping backpack not an unusual sight one would see on a traveller would be a good way to avoid any attention while still retaining a good level of functionality. When she was all packed and ready, Greta headed back into the lounge to relax. To calm ones nerves, if they had them.

The German lass, however, was totally chill as one could possibly be.