Gowi

Redemption: Shadows of Esarion

Given the circumstances I imagine we've all taken a hit to the sanity box, lol.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

I've run into it quite often, had a whole grammatical debate over it once because the guy perceived not being accepted as an attack.

The Legend of Zelda: Fragments of Hope

The eyes of Sibela Zhetik narrowed as she pressed her foot up against a structure that was behind her as she crossed her arms. It was her first day back in the fortified settlement that they had named Oasis, but instead of relief she had felt nothing but dread since she had awoken in her bed. By all accords she should’ve felt inspired and hopeful considering the fact that the gods had chosen her to carry a fragment of the triforce since her happening across it during one of her venturous searches for her brothers.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it— the glimmer of a godly blessing and the responsibilities she was expected to hold. She had always done what was right for others but actually being given such a prestigious expectation was one she was still coming to terms with. She moved her hand as she turned it, imagining what was to come of her. The hero of courage was expected to defeat… him. How could she even expect to defeat such a menace that had successful pillaged, murdered, and executed others far more capable? She knew she had doubt, but she knew she had to be hopeful and move past it.

She had to.

She supposed that the best way to do so was to ignore it for the time being and move forward; to treat the day just like any other. There was a warm smile that move her lips as she jumped up and began walking through the streets of Oasis. Much like many others she was a refuge lost in the desert town, hoping to find some reason to survive another day as the world grew more bleak and depressing.

With a green-colored cloak covering her head and shoulders that she had gotten in Kakariko, the sun didn’t feel as daunting as she moved forward. She may not have been an “official” guard in the resistance-based town but that didn’t mean she couldn’t keep her eyes and ears open; there was always trouble somewhere and something to be done about it and if not there was always the option to going to the leaders of Oasis like she had done before with inquiry of assignment. If she could not find purpose, others could certainly help her in doing so.

The blonde-haired woman looked towards the headquarters and with a confident stride made for it.

The Legend of Zelda: Fragments of Hope

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Or just somewhere in Gerudo Valley, that would be most preferable.

@Double

Noted. Will be up within tonight; I tried starting work on it this morning following tabletop stuff but that went on to like three in the morning and I was too tired to do anything productive. :F

The A-Team [Blue & Gowi]

Yeah, let’s get going on your lead— Murdock will get finished, but his CS being “done” isn’t integral to us RPing as far as I’m concerned. I’m ready to start getting to Macgyver-esque spec-ops nonsense as soon as you’re good to go.

The Legend of Zelda: Fragments of Hope

Probably not the sanest idea to start in Castle Town, heh.

OP: you'd prefer all players to start in Oasis, correct?

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 2

@Gowi: Do you want to start off with the Ant-Man / Spider-Man story line that we previously discussed?

@Dedonus

If you wanted to, I'm game for working it out.

Redemption: Shadows of Esarion

@Fabricant451

To get us unified, I'm going to accept Carisa of Xelfiria. Apologies to those who had additional interest, but I think 7 is a decent number for the group.

Also, the opening scene is inspired by this area from KOA:



If you need visual aid, we'd at be the bottom amongst the pile of corpses. Though the water would be a blend of crimson red and muddy texture rather than a clear green.

Redemption: Shadows of Esarion

At the bottom of The Hollows was what the remnants of humanity called The Pit, a long since abandoned chamber that had drawn much darkness due to the nature of its existence as a desperate domain to revitalize the efforts of humanity’s survival and to refuse the fate of their now accursed existence. It was true, of course, that the apocalypse that they called the Inalienable Dreamless had damned humanity to a fate that was worse than death as harrowing monsters and vile demons now roamed the world before them with a hunger for destruction that could not be sated. But how far would humanity’s desperation take them? The answer lied in what remained in The Hollows’ darkest corners and deepest chambers. However, humanity’s darkest hour was not the only thing that existed in this well of sorrow, this pit of lost souls— for it was here on this day that the gods would look back upon humanity and in the mounds of corpses, pools of blood, and stench of decay that seven would reawaken as their lips once again gasped for air as the flinching pain of the death they had been absolved from would be their last clear memory.

The first to awaken had hair of pink and sapphire of eyes, her body face down in a pool of crimson. Only moments ago had she been lifeless as she laid in an everlasting purgatorial state— as she had for some amount of years. Her fists clenched in the shallow pool, grasping onto the debris of cracked stone that lied underneath, her body shaking painfully before she rose her head out of the pool in a painful gasp as the crimson water came flooding out of her lungs.

What?

The girl continued to cough for some amount of minutes as her eyes widened, her body adjusting to its sudden revitalization considering the last thing that was felt was the battering of an enemy’s maul and the pressure of a metal-entrenched boot upon the neck as blood filled her lungs. The pink-haired girl remembered drowning, choking… and the blackness of death. But as her senses came back to her, painful as they were there was one thing she knew even in the haze of pain and confusion— this place was nothing like the one she remembered losing her life upon. A death that to her felt like seconds ago.

…this isn’t right.

Before she could compose herself any further the sound of six succeeding gasps and murmurs of pain could be heard from all across the bottom of the chamber-like pit she had awoken within. A frown forming on her lip as she clumsily made to her feet, instinctively grabbing for a now missing bow in nervous anxiety.

Where am I? What happened to my bow? The battlefield I was on? Who dragged me here? Why?

She didn’t know what was going on. All she knew was that the chamber smelled like rot, looked abhorrent, and felt wrong.

Her eyes shot down to that of a rusted sword that laid in the blood and filth-entrenched pool of water. She was little good with a sword, but she was trained in it as far as she could recall; if the shuffle of others in this abhorrent place was precedent of a battle to occur than she needed to at least be able to defend herself from harm. She may of have been an archer first and all things second, but she couldn’t be choosy considering what little she remembered and where upon she had awakened.

Damnation. It's better than nothing.

She swiped the sword from the pool as she walked backward— back against the wall.

By Lyriel's blessing, what is going on?