Holy Soldier

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@BuddhaYou should read Brandt's background story again. He met his father as his father was returning home. It was on the open road.

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@smarty0114@Buddha@Pundii@Tmitche23@Ferris

Calling a meeting of the Gully players,

I'm just reiterating this information because I read some meta-gaming going on in the IC.

None of them know about Brandt's existence. The only one who does is Arthur Gully, and if he does decide to tell anyone, then it would have to be done IC. Otherwise, yeah, nobody knows about him. That one time where he met his father, he wasn't the pirate king. That was all pre-pirate king.

Now, on this next post, he's going to give Madeleine a few gifts, and he's going to be entering the tournament because he feels he'd get to know his siblings better through combat, and also, if he goes against Ithobal, "secretly" it would be to measure his worthiness of the House and the Ainsworth throne he was trying for. If the guy proves to be unworthy, then it's just going to make Brandt feel a little angry - angry that someone so unworthy would be heir.

Now Brandt, he keeps up with the Gully children. He doesn't know their darkest secrets or any of that. He only knows what anyone could know such as their positions in the House. He doesn't know them on a personal level. So basically, the only reason he is even there, is just to see how/who they are.

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@MissCapnCrunchI couldn't decide if I wanted Brandt to enter the tournament or not. He would like to go against his brother Ithobal.

The Mushroom Kingdom: Between Worlds

@tex@JensomanIt's your decision whether you want to continue with what we got or start all over. All we have are...you, tex, lugia, me, and the new person. Five people. Actual characters, 3. It's always hard finding dedicated people, but you get them. You just can't expect to get an entire dedicated team the first time. I honestly think that remaking a Mario game is the best option because it'll allow for new players to bring new and interesting personalities to the game. Whether they choose to keep going or stick around will always be the case, and I mean always. But as I said, I wouldn't start it how this game started. Because it'll be repetitive to us veterans in this game. I would restart it from a different approach, so it's new and fresh for all of us.

The Mushroom Kingdom: Between Worlds

@Lmpkio@tex@JensomanSo it seems like remaking the game for the sake of acquiring new players, may be a good idea, but I don't think you'll have to start over entirely. Just maybe start it from a different angle. But really Lmpkio, you may like Bowser, but if you're suffering, it's not worth it dude. It's not worth suffering through a game you have absolutely no muse or interest in continuing with. If the game isn't fun to you, then just forcing yourself to go on is just going to make you bitter over time.

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@MissCapnCrunchI am going to have the two "Swans" present Madeline with useful gifts that she might use throughout the story. :)

The Mushroom Kingdom: Between Worlds

@tex@Lmpkio@JensomanMy interest for this game is far from dead. I am a patient person, and I also have a life that apparently is busier than most of the people in this game. I don't post when the GM "demands" it. I post when I am able, and I have been able to post once a week, and I post pretty actively.

So, seeing Lmpkio write a dissertation about how he thinks this game is dying, sounds like HE has lost interest in this game, won't come to terms with it, and is trying to speak for the majority when he needs to speak for himself. I remember when there was a very long period when we were waiting on him to post for Bowser, and he came back here to complain about his lack of interest. Dude, if you're not happy, then just leave. Don't try to bring down morale when it is actually you who is not feeling this game.

I believe this game has had some dedicated players that no one should be worrying about the game dying. The GMs do have to keep recruiting though. There will always be players looking for RPs.

However, if you keep harassing your players to post all the time, then this game might go down that path. You really should have a time period set for when you will remind players to post such as 14 days is usually the magic number. It shouldn't be three times a week because I might just not post just to spite you because it's annoying.

I have made countless posts and had to wait several days for others to post because there needed to be a response. And then the GMs are like post, post, post - to what? You make it seem like I should RP with myself. Rps are all about character interaction. That is why I patiently wait for others to post, and I am in no hurry.

So that is my feedback.

Dragon Ball Z: The Summoned Sagas

Still here and willing to go on.

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

Glad to see us back in action.

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Lord Jeyco Swan & Lady Melinda Swan

Location: The Banquet Hall at the banquet tables.

Interacting with: Open

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Nula, The Sirens of the Sea

The banquet was abundant with the finest roasts, fruits, breads, cheese, and wines that anyone would ever find throughout the kingdom, but the king couldn’t have asked for all the realm to come to his daughter’s name day without the main houses spreading their peacock feathers. It was better to be a small house, a house that not many knew about. A house that wasn’t known for battles or any of that glory. A house of peace and prosperity. House Swan was just that house, and had just came into fruition that day.

He held a glass goblet of wine in one hand, and a small saucer of sliced pork, a small clove of grapes, and a roll. There was just so much to savor. The man, to everyone else, was a no one, but bearing the title of “Lord” made him a someone even in the smallest of circles. Lord Jeyco Swan of the Diovire Desert was exotic compared to the milk-skinned men and women that surrounded him. They were pale and as white as the snow that crested the mountains of the north. To his wife, Lady Melinda Swan, she thought at first the men and women were diseased. Like her husband, she lingered around the banquet table, sampling the food—food so fine that it took great restraint not to inhale it.

Lord Swan was wearing the yellows, beiges, and golds that represented the desert region. Unlike the armor, most of the other houses adorned, he wore an elaborate jacket, similar to the Nehru jackets of India. The stitching was impressive, and according to his taste, way more impressive than polished cookware (armor). His dark hair (dyed) was brushed into straight downy order upon his head. The leather band of an eyepatch, bearing gold stitch and the depiction of the sun, wrapped his head. His jaw, normally shadowed by hair, had been closely-shaven for the occasion. He was sampling the wine, hardly drinking it in moderation, but holding a cup of wine had made it easy to blend in.

At his side was his wife, popping grapes and pieces of cheese into her mouth, her pink, full lips pursing in delight. She wore a golden gown to match her husband’s color choice, and it contrasted nicely with her long, black wavy locks that twisted and pooled about her bare shoulders. The Diovire Desert was known for having the most beautiful women in Lhivoria, and Melinda’s olive-eyed presence was a testimony to the claim. Although, it was a shame how many of them were slaves rather than nobility.

“Enjoying yourself?” Melinda questioned quietly, just loud enough for her husband to hear within earshot.

“Why, yes, actually. I think I might take a bottle of wine with me before we leave,” he answered just as quiet.

“And when will that be?”

“Hm…a few minutes longer. I have to catch up with family after all.”

Melinda rolled her eyes. “Don’t wonder too far away. These men have been drinking their fill of me for some time now. I would hate to spill blood here.”

Jeyco smirked at his lovely wife. “I’ve been drinking my fill of you too. It’s not every day I see you in a gown.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Melinda muttered before popping a grape in her mouth.

The Docks

From left to right: Ophelia, Sabella, and Freya (The Sirens of the Sea)

“Roses! Roses for a piece!” the flower girl called, wearing a white dress that was tarnished by age and countless washings. The dress hadn’t been ugly enough to hide the beauty who caught the eyes of various deckhands. She had a basket of red roses against her hip, and she walked down the road with a sashaying allure, her round hips rocking to her stroll. A sailor up on the mast had stopped in his duties to gaze down at the tanned-skinned girl who walked below.

“Roses! Roses for a piece!” she called, holding up a single rose.

“Roses for a piece? Are you trynna’ steal me business?” a young woman with boyish-short hair, and a youthful countenance marched up behind the woman, rested her hand upon her shoulder and jerked her around. In the short-haired girl’s basket were yellow daffodils. Cocking out her hip, she looked the broad up and down and scowled. “You twit. Did you get them roses from me shop?”

“Pardon?” said the rose seller, raising a brow and cocking out her own hip.

Sailors were slowly starting to creep toward the edge of the boats to watch the quarrel that had broken out in the street between two attractive women.

“What’s wrong little boy? Are you afraid of competition so much that you would dare call me a thief?” jeered the rose seller.

The short-haired girl’s brows shot straight up in shock at the insult. She had actually felt the mild sting in her heart despite the act.

“Boy? Did you just call me a boy? That’s it!” she exclaimed and suddenly, her hand shot out to snag a wad of the rose seller’s hair in a tight and angry fist. “You’ll see that I’m just as strong as one when I put me boot in your arse!”

The girls started screaming and clawing at each other. Their audience grew until near fifty and over sailors were watching from the ships, glued to it like a reality television show. Several men started to cheer, bark, whistle, and howl, instigating the fight on with jeering comments. When the next girl’s hand met the other girl’s dress, all they heard was a loud RIIIP~! And then out dumped a mound of tantalizing skin.

“GODS!” a sailor screamed before he whirled and went running over to the stairwell to the lower deck. “THERE BE TITS OUT HERE!”

“WHAT?” the lower deck crew shouted.

“He’s lyin’ through his arse!”

“NO; TWO FINE GALS ARE FIGHTIN’!”

The crowd got thicker as sailors from the lower decks surged upwards. The sailors were going crazy in a randy mess, cheering as more clothing was torn and more skin exposed.

“GO FOR THE SKIVVIES!” a sailor bellowed.

Meanwhile, climbing onto the ships from the far side were several pirates, about ten per boat, leisurely walking the deck dressed closely to the other sailors on the ship. Five went down below, and five went to the officers’ cabins. The ships were robbed of barrels of ale, jewelry, clothes, boots, and trinkets. They stole only what one man was able to carry and just as quickly as they arrived, they climbed back overboard.

“What about this ship?” a pirate asked, pointing at a rather decorated ship. It was clear by its details that it was the ship of someone important.

“Naw, not that ship. That’s the Leviathan. The Cap’n don’t want us robbin’ the Gully folk.”

“Shame; I bet there be some good loot on that ship.”

“Not all treasure is free for the takin’. Some of it comes witha’ heavy price, heavier than the value; and what I mean by that is, the Captain would kill us.”

“True; fair enough.”

“All right; all right; enough!” a third woman had arrived with her long hair joined into a lengthy braid. She wore a dress with an apron and grasped the two girls by their ears. “Look at ya with ya tits out like a couple of tarts on the street! Ye ‘ave no shame?”

BOOOOOOOOO! the sailors howled in disappointment. Why was she trying to stop them!? They were getting to the best part.

“Aw, shut it, ya louts!” the woman snapped before she dragged the two flower sellers off by their ears. The job had been finished that quick and the goods they had wanted extracted. The pirates had worked swift and discreet, like thieves in the night, and they had moved so skillfully that it had been obvious that that hadn’t been their first robbery. They hadn’t stolen anything immediately noticeable, and it may have taken the stewards until the end of the day to notice the errors in their inventory.