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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Hey guys I was wondering. Of all the shit that our characters pull, the secrets they keep and the super shady backstories about half of them have how much is Beacon actually aware of?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Now you can have faith in the fact that there are three Jokers hangin' around.

@Crimmy

Three? Explain.

@Write

A Journey Home

“How did things escalate this quickly?” Robert asked himself as he pushed another rock out of the entrance to the cave he had found himself trapped inside of. “It was supposed to just be a simple and easy S-level mission… Okay, now that I say it out loud I feel like I shouldn’t be surprised that everything went this bad so quickly, but still…” he continued to say to himself as his efforts to remove the rubble in front of him finally provided results with a small amount of light breaking through the small cracks.

Another hour passed with the boy continuing to talk to himself until he was finally free of his stone prison. Pulling his scroll out of his pocket, the boy called his team to confirm that he was still alive and unharmed. “Hey Grane, it’s Robert… Fallson… Your teammate... Anyway, I’m still alive and since you’re not picking up I’m guessing it’s because you’re still mad about what happened and decided to leave me to complete the mission with everyone else… just like last time… and the time before that… and the time before that... Don’t you worry though, I’ll make it back home on my own just like I have before, you’ll see. Anyway, see ya when I get back to Beacon.” With that, Robert hung up his scroll and began the long trek back to the airship port.

More hours passed as Robert realized just how little thought he had put in this plan of his considering they had rode in a convoy of trucks just to get where he was now and that still took most of the day. There was no way he’d make it back before sundown unless he found some kind of shortcut. “Maybe if I can find one of the locals that live around here. Even if they don’t know a faster way home, maybe they can provide some shelter or- Oh hey, would you look at that,” he said as he spotted a short, hairy, and burly man in the valley below, only a few yards away. Running towards him, the hunter-in-training began to call to the stranger and wave his arms above his head.

“Hey there,” the boy said once he was close enough to have a normal conversation with the man. “So… you wouldn’t happen to be from around here would you?”

“Shut it, kid. Can’t ye see I’m busy starin’ at the groun’ doin’ nothin’?”

“Umm… Okay. Well I was just hoping to ask-”

A very long, unnecessary rant filled with foul language and excessively gory descriptions of acts of violence

“Alright, listen ta me ye red haired cunt! If I hear another word come outta that shithole ye call a mouth, I’ll bury my foot so far up yer arse that they’ll have ta put a gravestone over it. I’m gonna pick up a coupla’ stones from the ground ‘ere an’ surgically sew them ta where yer manhood oughtta be, all so I can kick ye in the balls since I doubt ye have any already, ye twat!”

“... I think I’ll just-”

“I fuckin’ knew you’d say somethin’ ye soulless shite! Listen ta me ye lanky bitch! The socks are off! It's raw toenail-up-asshole arse kickin’ time! I’m going ta turn yer internal organs inta external organs! I will unscrew yer ‘ead and fuck yer throat hole. I bet yer mother wished she swallowed ya, but since she didn’t I’ll have the pleasure o’ rippin’ out yer entrails an’ shittin’ down them. I’ll remove yer anal sphincter an’ use yer colon as a condom. Usin’ yer femur as a paddle, I’ll kayak down the river o’ yer blood. I’ll fuckin’ headbutt ya ‘till there’s nothin’ but a butt left. Usin’ yer bones and ‘air as a brush, I’ll paint that pansy green jacket of yers red. Ye pustule lookin’ zit on the face o’ reality!”

“I just wanted to know if there was a shortcut to the airship port,” Robert cried, his spirit broken by the man’s barrage of hurtful threats and insults.

“Oh, is that all? Just ‘ead down that dirt path there, through the forest. Should get ye there in thirty minutes at most.”

“W-what? Really?”

“Ye callin’ me a liar?!” the man screamed angrily.

“No, no. Thank you, sir.”

“Yer welcome. ‘Ave a great day.”

Not wanting to upset the strange and violent man any further, Robert quickly began to make his departure. Little did he know though, was that the place he was going to would be an absolute Hell for him.

The first thing he noticed was how dark it was. The trees surrounding him were several hundred feet high with countless leaves and branches blocking out the sun and giving people inside the forest the illusion of night. Due to this intense darkness, he didn’t notice what else stretched above him that darkened his surroundings further: Webs. Lots of webs in fact, either belonging to a lot of spiders or a spider the size of a small car. Or more likely, both.

Robert looked at the time on his scroll as he began to wonder just how long he had been walking for. “Has it really only been ten minutes? Feels like it’s been an h-” A quiet sound like a foot crushing leaves underneath it cut off the boy’s complaint though. “Hello? Is anyone out there?” he asked, a worried look on his face as he began to frantically search his surroundings. “If it’s you short-guy-who-told-me-to-come-here, just know that I am a student at Beacon. I know how to defend myself and have my weapons currently loaded. I won’t be responsible for any actions I may take if you try to scare me.” Then another noise, this one sounding like creaking. Robert couldn’t place it at first, but the source was a branch above his head under strain from a large Broodling descending down a web from the tree as it closed in for the kill.

When he did look up though, he was met by eight bright, red eyes that seemed to stare into his very soul and an open maw, ready to close itself on his head. Robert screamed as he fell to ground in terror, firing wildly at the creature with his bracers. The Broodling let out a shrill scream as it fell on top of him dead, alerting the rest of the horde. “Spiders. Why did it have to be spiders?” the boy said as he pushed the dissipating, smoky corpse of the Broodling off. The sound of thousands of legs trampling fallen leaves underneath their weight seemed to fill the forest now as they approached the area where they heard gunshots and the death cry of one of their brethren.

Robert ran, faster than he had ever gone before and in no discernible direction. He just needed to leave the immediate area as fast as possible. Ducking underneath a low hanging branch, he took the time to look back and see if any were following, only to find himself stuck in a Broodling web. Vibrations spread through the web, alerting all nearby spider Grimm where the redhead was. The blades on his bracers extended as he began to cut up the sticky silk to free himself. While his struggling proved successful though, he soon discovered he was now surrounded by the creepy crawlies.

Several began to shoot more of their webbing in his direction in an attempt to entangle him from afar, but they soon learned that if there was one thing the boy was good at, it was evading. So they closed in. “I. Hate. Spiders!” Robert shouted as the first Broodling lunged at him. Arm extended, he caused the creature to land directly on his blade before throwing it away. Three more attempted the same maneuver from opposite directions, but two were met with his bracer blades just like the one before and the third with a kick to the face.

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An hour passed, but soon all that was left were countless smoky corpses of fallen Broodlings. Robert began to dust off his clothing as he thought back on what Professor Port had taught in Grimm Studies. The only thing that really came to mind though was to avoid their webbing as they were extremely sensitive to its vibrations.

“Wasn’t there another thing though? Something important that I’m just forgetting… Oh yeah! They’re usually passive unless there’s… an… Ariadne… around.” As these last few words left the boy’s mouth, he began to slowly turn his around to face the giant mother spider behind him. Despite its bulk, the creature was as completely dead silent up until the moment Robert turned around. With it’s position given away though, the monster decided to let out a loud, deafening screech that shook the forest canopy above.

“Nope! Nuh uh! I’ve had enough,” Robert replied before pointing an angry finger at the beast. “Screw you. I’m out.” And with that, the boy was gone. In that small moment after he had finished speaking, he had taken off faster than what could be humanly possible. Fear and adrenaline tended to do that. Of course the Ariadne began the chase, but neither it nor its countless children could even hope to catch up.

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The airship pilot looked down at his watch, counting down in his head how long until his shift would finally end. The Sun was already dipping below the horizon and in just a handful of seconds he’d be able to go home and see his family again. The sound of running and heavy breathing threw away any dream of getting home soon though as he looked up to see a redheaded teenager with leaves and cobwebs seemingly covering him from head to toe. “You look like you just went through Hell and back, kid,” he said casually.

“Is-” Robert went into a long cough fit after saying his first word. When he finished he tried again, “Is the airship…” He took a moment to breath in a large gulp of air. “Still going…” Another gasp. “To Beacon?”

“Yeah, you made it just in time for the last flight.”

Robert collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion and happiness, a single fist raised into the air as he proudly proclaimed, “Nailed it!”

@Guess Who

Out of curiosity what exactly was Robert's mission? It seems like he got ditched by his team, went into a forest and ran away to the airship without killing any of the Grimm so what was his objective?

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@LadyRunic
Loved it! Can't wait to reply when I get home tomorrow. I hope Seraphs and Pather can reply soon and we can end the Moot and get everything underway! I am really excited to see what develops between Falk and Arys!

@Belle

I think it better I wait for Panther. Essentially Feoras' ex-girlfriend is discussing terms of her marriage to a guy that he seriously doesn't trust right in front of him. I think if the three of us just kept going without at least one post from him it would make the narrative seem off kilter.

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I am sick of being sick! I'm getting cabin fever! I just want it to go away!! That's all I want!

@Belle

And I want Jason Mamoa to show up on my doorstep...

@Belle

Ronan Dex Jason, Conan the Barbarian Jason or Aquaman Jason?

@Prince of Seraphs
Then I will poke you.
*pokes vigorously*
Don't make me jump on you...

@Belle

@Belle Jumping on is an excellent idea! *grabs you and leaps for @Prince of Seraphs*

@shylarah

Misses drastically and in a brilliant show of slapstick comedy goes sailing out the window.

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Raven Silverlight

Raven watched as Are constructed a prison for the hobgoblin out of dirt and rock. It was a fairly impressive show but not an uncommon feat. Are was after all a land nymph. Much more powerful than the nature spirits who were only tied to one facade of a ecosystem. Are in her own right controlled all the elements of her particular strip of land, wherever that might be. Land nymphs were very protective of where their earthly body was located in the same way that Hamadryads were protective of which tree they truly embodied. That land was their body, if it was harmed or destroyed they would go right along with it.

While the cage curled around the hobgoblin, Raven saw one of the stones jut out towards his unfortunately exposed skin. Rock peirced skin and blood began to drip drip drip onto the floor of the cage. Raven almost felt sorry for it but a bigger part of her mind was calculating how she might have escaped from a similar situation.

Are requested that Raven follow her and the Tuatha did so. She was here for the money the hobgoblin's retrieval would give her after all. When Are said that she'd thought Raven brave for exercising the rights of her clan Raven had to suppress a laugh. "Most people thought I was signing my death warrant." In fact she nearly had. There was nothing powerful fae hated more than defiance from what they judged to be their lessers. And what Raven had done was the ultimate act of defiance. She'd told them that she would never again adhere to there laws. It had been worth most of the trouble it brought her simply for the looks that had flashed across their faces when she'd made her announcement in each of the courts. Though she'd barely gotten out of Fall's lands alive. In present company it was better not to mention the fact that Summer had also sent assassins after her once she'd escaped the court following that meeting.

Most were skilled but Raven was more so, enough to stay alive though not without some collateral damage and not in one piece. After two dozen or more failed attempts rumor spread as Raven had hoped it would about the powers of the treasured sword she carried and how no one could best her in combat because of its ancient magic. Once it became clear that killing Raven would be more effort than it was worth the rulers one by one started to make use of her services. It had started with Spring and not wanting to be at a disadvantage the others soon called on her.

As they entered the treasure chamber of the Summer King Raven was tempted to slip a couple objects into her cloak but fought the urge. She'd taken from Court palaces before. The treasure chambers were warded against removal of items by any but the ruler or a very small number who could represent them. Given time she could of course circumvent these wards but not without Are noticing and alerting the guards.

Raven took the leather pouch with a nod and a smile, the kind of smile that made anyone you gave it to think you were planning something. The Tuatha was about to take her leave when Are offered to keep Raven company in the lounge. She nodded to Are. "Of course, it would be rude not to take up such an offer."

In the lounge the Summer Court's famous fruit was served to Raven. Before she tasted it she held her hand out over the food. Her skin started to glow and in her palm appeared an Aurora Borealis. It danced over the surface of the fruit which glowed a bright orange. The birthright of Raven's people granted them access to a nearly limitless energy reserve of pure life essence. It was powerful but also extremely dangerous to make use of. With the Tuatha scattered and unorganized and most of there elders dead none remained to teach the ones that came after how to use it properly. Raven's father Kamenth had burned himself up with the power. Raven only used it in very minor levels or in direst circumstances.

As life energy the Aurora reached to other living things. If you knew what to look for it could be used to glean a lot of information. Raven's mother had been a healer and used the lights to diagnose her patients. The fruit reacted to it the way Raven had expected but not entirely trusted that it would. If the fruit had been contaminated with poisons or other substances it would have reacted differently.

Satisfied that Are was not attempting to have her killed Raven bit down into the fruit. Flavors washed over her tongue. There was a good reason Summer was famous for these foods.

Before either of the fae women had a chance to say anything in conversation though a number of nymphs carrying an obviously frightened child entered the hall. The handed the girl off to Are explaining that she had been terrified by Raven's prisoner who had apparently been simply left in the Great Hall.

Raven of course knew Lyra. They had seen each other in passing a handful of times as Raven worked tasks for the Summer King. Lyra had the body and the mind of a four year old human child but Raven knew she was far older than that. Raven found it rather cruel of Feoras to trap a human in this form for eternity, never to grow up, never to become self sufficient or independent, never to know freedom. Though Raven supposed the Summer King preferred a creature like Lyra relying on him for everything. Raven herself didn't have the skill with sorcery or the inclination to free Lyra from this existence but it was more than likely that someone else would eventually, if only to use her as a bargaining chip against the Summer King.

The bunny that Lyra was holding seemed to scowl at Raven but she paid it no mind. "Hello little one. Did something frighten you?"

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@Belle I would be more than happy to help you assault [@Prince of Seraph]'s sensibilities. *sets to it with a will*

@shylarah

My username has an s at the end. You're poking has failed! Mwhe he he he he!

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN Could you give me a rundown on what happened in Team CODE's mission? I try to follow what Oswald is doing but honestly I don't have the patience to read the whole thing and having started to read CODE's after mission posts I'm feeling a little like I'm only getting half the story.

Like when I started watching Angel without realizing that it was a spinoff which only had half the context without first watching Buffy.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Free accommodation at inns across the kingdom?

Actually, how the hell do you pay for accommodation?

Like, ignoring the fact that a barter economy managed to establish a kingdom-type political entity in the first place, do you have to give innkeepers a chicken every time you want to stay a night? Like, because one chicken = dinner and board?

Such is the inefficiency of a barter economy on grand scale.

@Crimmy

When I asked about it the answer I got amounted to "You're looking too hard at the details. It works cause it does."

It's a kingdom of old Welsh, Irish and Scottish fairies among others so according the GM it works cause they're not human so the same rules don't apply.

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6879760 - An end comes to the age of steel.

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@Prince of Seraphs Fair enough. However, this is first an rp and as detail-oriented as I am, plot often comes before the finer concerns if the issue isn't particularly relevant. I was looking for an excuse to have the two interact; I came up with a not-entirely-unreasonable proposal. Yes, perhaps if you want to delve deeply into politics and trickery and such, it might be inadvisable, but I'm not skilled at that in the first place and in the second it's a needless hurdle to something that would give me something to do -- something I currently lack, I should add. Mostly my fault, that, though not entirely, and I'm not unwilling to be patient, but there is a limit. If only the leaders ever interact with fey from other courts, and only the once (or the twice, in the case of Falk and Arys), then it will be a dreadfully dull rp.

@shylarah

If you wanted an excuse for Sini to go the Winter Court you could have just asked. I can figure something out for that without too much trouble. Just that particular excuse is inadvisable politically. Regardless though it would have to wait till after the Moot as Arys is the only Winter fae who actually has a real person playing them.