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Hello all. I am an experienced writer who is writing my own fiction stories on the side. I can role play any genre. What I love most is being able to go-all-out when weaving tales with other writers. It just makes the story more interesting, so I can't wait to write with you. :)

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Day/Time: Day Three - Evening
Location: Skyrim - Markarth
Tagging: @Zarkun@DracoLunaris@Lugubrious








As Ulfric stated just before dawn’s light, the Stormcloak entered his tent to wake the slumbering heroes. “Wake up. It’s time,” he ordered. “Gather what you will need for we may not come back.” He meant that in two ways: either they literally wouldn’t return or they would die. After he gave his words, he stepped out of the tent, fur boots crunching along the snow to a group of Stormcloak warriors huddled together. They stood in a circle of skins and fur, their breaths rising above their heads in a visible vapor. Once the heroes had managed to join them, the Stormcloaks would march toward the gates and head out into the night. They travelled until the sky began to turn from a dark purple to a light blue behind the crowns of the mountains. There was still enough darkness to cover them, but they would have to act fast. They came before Markarth and hid behind the boulders that covered the land—as though the city had exploded from the mountain and scattered its rock everywhere. A few of the Stormcloaks had silently taken out the stable hands of the nearby stable and used it for warmth and cover.

Ulfric looked to the heroes. “Now’s your chance. You screw this up and getting in there will be impossible. Move quickly. The sun rises in minutes.”




The words whispered on the breeze seemed to guide Azura through the night and beyond its terrors. However, ther was one, which seemed to block her way. She would see the silhouette of what could have possibly been a man, but its primitive grunting and snarls said not so. It seemed to be hunched up the path, its body huddled over a bear it had slain—a bear! And the bear had been the size of a grizzly. Spikes jutted from its shoulders and black gnarled claws raked and passed tubes of entrails into its mouth. It slurped and grunted over its meal. The heat exuding from the bear’s ripped open side rising in a thick cloud above…the frost troll. He beast would pause as it chewed its food, glancing cautiously left and right as though expecting some other sort of predator to creep up on it and try to steal its kill. If Azura wasn’t careful, then who knew what the beast would do if it spotted her.




XP INITIATED!


GM Note: XP has been initiated. Any actions or decisions your characters decide to make will affect the mission from this point on. Consequences can either be positive or negative. The results are only seen every GM post.

P.O.

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P.O.: Mr. President, Azura, Vent, and Captain Piper.




Day/Time: Day Three - Very Early Morning
Location: Tetris Castle, Platform City, and The Save Point
Tagging: @ONL@DracoLunaris@Guardian Angel Haruki@Zarkun@Majoras End


The 49th floor was a floor not many had ever ventured to. It was mysterious, dark, and there were all sorts of experiments being conducted from machinery to biological experimentation. They say in some special area of the lab that there are creatures unlike what anyone has ever seen being studied. Walking along metal catwalks, raised a few feet over serpents of wires and cables, Dr. Light and his supportive crew were able to get Guile to a rejuvenation tank where he hung suspended in the green broth, his wounds healing only to reopen in an endless unexplained cycle. Dr. Light stood before the capsule, staring at the Street Fighter with a contemplative frown. Kirby was looking sadly up at Rosalina and Naija, feeling completely helpless. Rosalina had her arms full of tired Lumas who laid limply like putty across them.

“If I remember Guile’s last words right, he mentioned something about a sword,” Dr. Light mused aloud. “Did anyone see what happened?”

Rosalina nodded. “Guile encountered the swordsman before me. He tried to stop he and his crew from escaping with the bear, but one slash from the swordsman’s sword was all it took. I immediately ran to his side and started to heal him with my Lumas, but there was nothing I could do. No matter how much I tried I couldn’t stop his wound from opening or stop the pirates.”

As Rosalina started crying again, Dr. Light searched around his lab for some tissues. “Now, now, there’s no need to cry. You and this girl’s (Naija) fast acting are what saved Guile’s life. Because of you two, he’s still with us.”

Kirby hopped up and down and the doctor looked down at him and blushed. “Oh, and you too Kirby. I almost forgot you were there.”

Kirby’s eyes narrowed and a long line stretched across his face.

Dr. Light then continued after offering Rosalina some tissues from a tissue box, “That must have been an interesting sword. I would have liked to study it. However, if it’s magic, then that isn’t really my expertise. Now, if it was covered in nanites, then that would explain something. Let’s take a microscopic look at Guile’s wound.”

As Dr. Light went over to a computer console to jumpstart the program, the other heroes could have arrived before, during, or after. As they would arrive, directed to the lab by lemmings who were still cleaning up the mess left by the pirates, they would find Naija and the others along with the wounded Council member.

Day/Time: Day Two - Evening
Location: Dream Land Arc
Tagging: @Etherean Fire@Zarkun@Guardian Angel Haruki






Inside the Butter Building, Fl. 2 Transition


Wario wrinkled his nose at Frisk’s smart aleck remark and then ground his teeth when Cloud insulted them. Clutching coins in his clenched fists, the gold molded in his angered grip before he released them and stood up. “I’m stronger than I look, Pretty Boy! These chumps didn’t stand a chance against Wario!” he gloated. “When it comes to me and gold, ain’t nobody gets in my way. WEH HEH HEH HEH!”

His eyes lowered to Frisk when they talked about searching through HIS mountains of gold for Mario’s Hat and Soul. “It’s not here. If it was, I woulda’ found it. You guys might as well give up on it because you’ll never find it. Even that fat penguin (like he had the right to call anyone fat) didn’t seem to have it when he passed through here. Being the genius that I am, I would guess that Mario’s soul and hat are gone! You guys will never find it.”

“Never find it, wah!” Waluigi echoed.

“So keep your dirty mitts off my gold. I’m gonna see how much of this loot I can take back with me. If you wanna, I dunno, be a hero or somethin’. Just head into the next room where they crazy duck is. He’s been dabblin’ in some crazy stuff so you guys might not come back alive. Before you go, let me know if you got any valuables you’d wanna give to me before you die.”

“Penguin, Wario,” Waluigi corrected.

“I don’t care what he is! He’s not my problem. Let’s gather some of this gold and scram.”

Waluigi nodded and produced a sack from his overalls that he started to scoop the gold into.

The door Wario spoke of could not be missed. It was the largest of all the doors the party have ever come before and a powerful evil seemed to seep from it. This was going to be the final boss.




XP INITIATED!


GM Note: From here on out, all players will be required to keep track of their word count. XP will be awarded every GM post. Be sure to check the XP hider to see how much XP your character earned. Remember to keep your CSes updated. I have seen players slack in keeping their XP up-to-date and they have lost XP points because of it. I didn't take the XP away from them, they just didn't keep track of the XP on their own. It is YOUR responsibility if you want your character to level.



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P.O.: Frisk, Alicia Harnick, Banjo & Kazooie, and Cloud.

Level: 4
Day/Time: Day Two, Afternoon
Location: 2nd floor with the group
Tag: @Guardian Angel Haruki@Zarkun@Etherean Fire
Word Count: 333
Limit Break: 6/10


As Frisk apologized, Cloud rested a hand on their head. They apologized for not being an experienced leader and the EX-SOLDIER smiled subtly, “You’re doing fine. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think we would have made it this far.”

Dropping his hand, he asked, “And what’s that?”

Frisk revealed a fear of theirs that made Cloud frown suspiciously. It made him a little uncomfortable that Frisk was afraid to fight. This entire time they all wanted them to fight, but it may have been something they weren’t meant to do. After a momentary pause, he decided, “I will. I will stop you. Now don’t you worry.”

The swordsman then turned with Frisk to head down the stairs. He glanced once over his shoulder at where the door to the Mr. Bright and Mr. Shine room had been. There wasn’t one, and it seemed they would be forced to continue even if any of them had wanted to turn back. The next room as they approached had an interesting glow and Cloud could hear the chime of what sounded like coins as they drew closer. As he and Frisk entered the doorway, the swordsman’s Mako-blue eyes widened in surprise to see the familiar fat menace from earlier. He was still alive…damn. He winced at his annoying laugh and gazed passed the pudgy Wario at the pile of villains unconscious. Had he and the twiggy Waluigi handled those villains themselves? When Wario addressed them as punks, Cloud’s eyes narrowed and he stepped further into the room, his hand naturally grasping the hilt of his blade. He couldn’t believe the two Ws had managed to beat the mini bosses.

“Are they the bosses in this room?” Cloud asked. He then stopped a few feet away from Wario and Waluigi and glanced between the two with a disbelieving look. “How did you beat them? You fart on them too? They must not have been that much of a challenge if you guys put them down.”
@MetatrooperYeah sure. Clear with me and the other GMs your concept idea in a PM.




Event Tagging: @Lugubrious

As the group settled to sleep or went their own ways into the night, the moon rolled across the sky and with it did the hours. In the middle of the cold, starry snowy night, a whisper trickled down the mountain. Unlike the first time, the voice was not heard by the land. The words traveled like a breeze on magic, passing over the camp and into the tent to the huddled form of the princess.



The voice softly repeated over and over and no one else seemed to hear it.

Day/Time: Day Two - Evening
Location: Dream Land Arc
Tagging: @Etherean Fire@Zarkun@Guardian Angel Haruki






Inside the Butter Building, Fl. 2 Transition


As the team would eventually wonder down to the second floor, they would hear the loud chime of a thousand running coins. The second chamber of the Butter Castle glowed for there were mountains of golden Dedede coins, diamonds, and jewels; and swimming in it all was a familiar fat nuisance and his skinny sidekick. Wario was sitting on a throne he had patted and sculpted out of the hundreds of thousands of coins. Pearls draped his fat neck, a diamond was poking out of his belly button, and a decorated crown sat upon his head. As he gripped his armrests and kicked his small legs, there was a ring for each of his fingers.

“WAH HA HA HA HA!” Wario bellowed.

Waluigi was swimming through the gold, surfacing to leap into the air, backflip, before diving back under the coin ocean. He looked like a happy dolphin.

“Look at all of this gold! I knew I would hit the jackpot if I broke into this joint!” Wario exclaimed in excitement.

In the corner of the room, it appeared the bosses of the Second Floor were knocked unconscious [1] [2] [3] [4]. Could Wario and Waluigi have defeated them? Wario stopped laughing to notice the heroes creeping into the treasury. “What? How did you punks make it down here?” he asked in amazement.

Waluigi popped out of the golden sea, staring wide-eyed at the heroes. “Wah.”



XP INITIATED!


GM Note: From here on out, all players will be required to keep track of their word count. XP will be awarded every GM post. Be sure to check the XP hider to see how much XP your character earned. Remember to keep your CSes updated. I have seen players slack in keeping their XP up-to-date and they have lost XP points because of it. I didn't take the XP away from them, they just didn't keep track of the XP on their own. It is YOUR responsibility if you want your character to level.



P.O.

If a player is inactive for more than 3 days without letting the GMs know of any delays, then the player can be skipped over on the 4th day. If a player does not wish to post, they can Mention the GM and let the GM know he or she "Passes" on his or her turn.

P.O.: Frisk, Alicia Harnick, Banjo & Kazooie, and Cloud.

Level: 4
Day/Time: Day Two, Afternoon
Location: 3rd floor with the group
Tag: @Guardian Angel Haruki@Zarkun@Etherean Fire
Word Count: 349
Limit Break: 5/10


Mr. Shine was defeated. As Cloud lowered his arms, exhaling a tired breath, he was a little surprised when the sun started to explode. Mr. Bright warned them of the inevitable larger explosion that would follow and opened the path to more than likely their next bout. At Frisk’s command, even if he was already in motion, Cloud raced over to the door and jumped through. Once he and the others were safely on the other side, he glanced back at the door and Mr. Bright before it vanished. That fight had left Cloud with a strange feeling. Mr. Bright had been loyal to his emperor to the end. Loyalty wasn’t evil, and Cloud could honor it. He wondered; if Mr. Bright had chosen to come with them and save himself, would the respect he now held for him been the same?

The swordsman looked over at Frisk and he could see that they suffered. The pacifist must have been traumatized by Mr. Shine’s death. They didn’t seem like they were accustomed to it or liked it really. Alicia didn’t make the situation any better. She was more soldier-minded than he was. She was thinking about the mission and the group’s survival, but she was failing to acknowledge the state of their team. In order for them to succeed, she was right. They all needed to be on the same page.

Cloud walked over to Frisk and didn’t say a word to them before his gloved hand motioned behind the child’s head. He pulled Frisk against him into an embrace, letting them know in a silent way the he knew what they were feeling. They would have to be strong if they were all going to make it these next few floors. They were the leader, and they were going to need them to have a fresh mind.

Cloud told Banjo-Kazooie and Alicia. “Go on ahead. We’ll catch up. If you suspect the next room to be dangerous, then don’t go inside. Just wait for us.” He wanted to give Frisk a moment to get it all out.

Day/Time: Day Three - Very Early Morning
Location: Tetris Castle, Platform City, and The Save Point
Tagging: @Etherean Fire@ONL@DracoLunaris@Guardian Angel Haruki@Zarkun@Majoras End




Kirby nodded at Naija’s plea and was off like a pink blur, racing toward the warp elevator. It inhaled deeply, inflating into a round balloon. It fluttered up to the elevator control pad and jabbed in a 4 and a 9. It exhaled its breath on a sudden spurt. The marshmallow deflated and dove into the elevator to be warped away on a white light. It appeared, hopping out of the elevator on the 49th floor.

“EY!” Kirby called. There were droids flying about the lab with welding tools attached to their robotic arms. They flew about repairing electronics and machinery. Kirby tried to wave the machines down, but they ignored it, continuing in their programmed tasks. Growing frustrated, the pink ball glanced about the floor and found a bolt to chuck at one of them. With a clank and a spark, one of the droids stopped and whirled as though enraged. It gazed upon Kirby.

“Ey!” it cried again for help. The droid only responded with threatening pops and sparks tumbling from its welding tool. Kirby’s eyes grew in fright as it started to run. The droid chased it, trying to stab the marshmallow with its tool until an old man with a cloudy-white beard held up his hand to halt the machine.

“Now, now, leave the little fella alone,” the old man told the droid. The droid seemed to understand. With an electronic buzz sound that sounded like a hmph! it turned and left the puffball hiding behind the legs of the old man.

He was Dr. Light; and he gazed down at the odd pink sphere at his feet. He then crouched as Kirby scrambled to stand before him. Throwing up its nubby arms, Kirby attempted to explain what was happening. “Ey! Wah!”

Dr. Light pinched its red dimpled cheek and tugged on it surprised when it extended out as though made of rubber. Releasing Kirby’s cheek as it snapped back against its face, Dr. Light blinked in surprise. “Fascinating. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Kirby rubbed its cheek and then narrowed its eyes at the doctor. “Ey!”

“Are you trying to tell me something little one?”

“Ey!”

Kirby turned toward the elevator waving the doctor along. Dr. Light stood and stroked his beard curiously. “Whatever you’re trying to tell me. It seems urgent and I’ll follow you.”

The doctor followed Kirby to the elevator and together they were warped back to the reception hall. Kirby raced over to Naija and Rosalina informing them in the only manner he knew how that he had brought someone. Dr. Light was stunned to see Guile in the arms of Rosalina.

“Good Gracious! What happened?” the doctor gasped as he briskly walked over to assess Guile’s condition. He watched as his wound seemed to repair and disrepair over and over again. “If this were one of my prototypes, I would have suspected a computer virus of some sort. I have never seen anything like this.”

Guile rasped, “His sword…if not for Rosalina…I would be dead.”

“His sword you say? Could this be caused by nanites? I don’t think a mere sword could cause this kind of damage.” Dr. Light looked to Naija and Rosalina. “I came upon Dr. Solus unconscious in the lab. My droids had him moved to the infirmary. This wound…” He frowned in contemplation. “There’s a cryostasis capsule we could put him in.”

Guile snagged Dr. Light’s arm. “No…if you freeze me. I may not wake up.”

Dr. Light frowned sadly in concern. “I…well…” He shook his head and frowned in determination. “We have a rejuvenation chamber. That should keep you alive. At least long enough for me to run some tests.” He looked to Rosalina and Naija and said, “We must hurry! Your Lumas appear to be tiring.”

Rosalina gazed up at her children whose eyes were half-lidded as though they would pass out any moment from using so much recovery magic. “Please don’t give up. Just a little longer,” she pleaded to them.

One of the stars raised its pointy limb in a determined salute before it resumed healing Guile. Rosalina attempted to heft Guile but even his arm seemed heavy to her. “Help me please,” she asked Naija.

Dr. Light also offered to lift the large soldier to his feet. “This way!”

“Ey!” Kirby echoed, clutching Guile’s pants leg as though it were making an effort too!

Rosalina heard the call over the comms from James. “James, we’re headed to the lab with Dr. Light. Nothing is working to seal Guile’s wound so we are going there. Please meet us there!”

Meanwhile in Platform City…


Hunter stared at the monkey girl who wound up turning into a human (or appeared at least), and then the floating eyeball who appeared after her. Pointing at it with his thumb, Hunter asked, “What’s with the eye?”

Agreed! The best plans are made in a saferoom…or a safe room, but rarely on roof tops! See you at the castle!

Hunter blinked at the wheelchair turtle and pointed to his vanishing figure next. “What’s with the gimp turtle?”

Sparks watched as the others were racing onto the castle and glanced between Hunter, Naija, and Charger. “We’re gonna get left behind. It seems like something crazy has happened!”

Just as Sparks had said that, the massive ship’s engines ignited and it started roaring away like a rocket into the cosmos. Hunter and Sparks watched it leave. The cat’s ears were raised in surprise. “There goes my ride!” His green eyes then darted over to Sparks. “Well, our ride I suppose. If you guys are saying that you know of another way to get to Dragon Land, then I have no choice but to follow you.”

Sparks nodded. “Yeah, these are good guys Hunter. They saved me from Gnasty Gnorc!”

“Gnasty Gnorc? These guys took on Gnasty Gnorc?”

Sparks nodded proudly. “Mhm! Come on Hunter. Let’s go with them.”

Hunter sighed softly. This adventure was just getting bigger and bigger. The cat sprang to all-fours and followed after Taric and the wheelchair turtle.



Level: 2
Day/Time: Day 3 - Evening
Location: Forest of Skyrim to Stormcloak Fortress - Ulfric's Tent
Tag: @Mattchstick@DracoLunaris@Zarkun@Lugubrious
Word Count: 471


The Boss was listening to everyone’s input, and he was actually surprised that Azura said she was going to be useful this time. Amazing. The Bot Chick wasn’t as dumb as he thought as she talked about cover. But the one person who amazed him the most was his boy, Reuben. The President’s eyes grew at the mouthful Ruben had spouted:

“Woah, where the hell did all that come from? You are just full of surprises dude!” Boss then raised a finger to his eye, pretending to be wiping away tears. “Look how they grow.”

When Ulfric asked who would want to lead the stealth charge on the tower, Boss shot his hand into the air. “Hell yeah. That’s so me. I’ll have the gates open before you know it.”

“Boss…” Kinzie spoke on a sigh.

Frowning, Boss asked, “What now? I do something wrong again?”

“You’re the leader. You should let the others go in case it’s a trap.”

“Psh! I ain’t no bitch! I’ve been stuck in worse situations.”

“And I’ve had to bust you out.”

“Not this one.”

“How do you know?”

“Cuz…”

“Ugh.”

Rolling his eyes, Mr. President looked to the group (as though talking to himself was completely normal). “I’ll clear the towers, secure the gate, and I’ll meet you guys at the rally point by breakfast.”

As Ulfric went on to offer them hospitality, Boss glanced around the spacious tent and pointed to a bed roll in the corner. “Dibs on that bed roll!”

He then quickly stood up and raced over to it as though there were others actually competing with him. If Pierce had been there or even Johnny, they would have probably fought to the near death over it. Once he grabbed it, he looked over at a sack like the one Ulfric described and stepped over to it. Grasping the bag’s mouth, he parted it and gazed inside to see sitting at the bottom completely preserved without any mold on it was some bread. He reached inside and pulled out the bread loaf and gave it an inspecting sniff. “Holy shit. This bread doesn’t mold or go stale guys!”

He then bit into the loaf, feeling the hard chewy pull of it. “It tastes like real bread!”

What else he was expecting it to taste like, who knew? Setting the sack down, he went over to a crate next, now curious to what was in there. He started collecting the rations into a pile. “This is great. I got some cheese to go with the bread. I found some grapes…what? This is like half a rack of deer ribs! Can you believe this shit?”

Boss held up the ribs for the group to see. “It’s not even spoiled. This is crazy but I like it!”

“You’re such a child,” said Kinzie.
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