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Noble Arms is now either four years old, or three years and eleven months. The third thread had lasted for more than one year.
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My Roleplay, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, will reach its 4th year in June or July. It's been a long journey.
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Despite its massive flaws, my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is still one of the longest ongoing RPs in RPGuild - It turns 4 years old in July and the current thread itself is more than a year old.
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On 4/14/2026 (on my end), my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is now three years and ten months old, and the current thread is one year and four months.
Innocence Lost: An RP of Child Soldiers and Science Fantasy
We were just children, albeit ones of exceptional mind and body. Then the Ascendancy of Man took us from our families, our friends, and our homes; they said we were needed to fight the 'Alien Menace' that was threatening our civilization. In the name of 'survival', they changed us, pumping our bodies full of impossible substances that defied the laws of reality. It was a miracle we all lived to see the horrors of war, they said, but was it really?
After being altered and trained, we were thrown into the meatgrinder that the war against the other species of the sector had become. With new powers given to us by the impossible compounds that were flowing through our veins, our battalions slew huge numbers of the enemy. But it wasn't enough; in the Battle of Proxima, the Ascendancy's fleets and armies finally fell to a sustained assault by the Aliens, and we, the extra-normal child soldiers that had wreaked such havoc against the foe, were captured and taken to a prison camp in one of the enemy's holdings.
Despair overtook us as we awaited our fate. What abuse was coming? How will we be treated by those whom we had slaughtered in droves? But when our enemies, the Aliens known as the Rau've, showed pity on us instead, we wept in joy. They saw that we were just kids, and gave us mercy.
We were offered new homes, new families among the Aliens, and most of us accepted. But I didn't, same for a handful of others. I thanked our former captors - former, for the war had ended with a peace treaty - but I told them that I and the others with me wanted revenge on the regime that had betrayed us, used us, and were crueler than the enemy they fought. They sighed, and gave us coordinates to the Galactic Bazaar, a space station where jobs and ships can be found to start our revenge; they wouldn't help us directly.
And so we, with magic, combat skills, and what few peaceful talents we remembered before we were 'drafted' by the Ascendancy of Man, we went to the space station where almost anything can be bought and sold. But one must be warned; the Ascendancy of Man was also there, and will not tolerate their former tools turning against their 'masters'.
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I fought in the Ascendancy's Fleet. I believed in their propagandistic drivel. I did work dirty and clean for them, and what did I get? Thrown away without pay, without a pension, just tossed out like last day's trash. And to add insult to injury, they blamed us for their own butts getting kicked on Proxima, said that us frontier-worlders didn't fight hard enough and so they got defeated. Well, I've had enough of them stomping on the little guy, so I joined the dime-a-dozen rebels - I mean, Moonstrike!
My name is Natasha Zhang, and I lead a crew of humans, aliens, and even a robot or two in missions of piracy and smuggling against the Ascendancy. Moonstrike is the rebel network we belong to, and they give us jobs to do to bring down those Ascendancy morons. And this latest mission is the sweetest yet - A bunch of renegade Ascendancy Supersoldiers are coming to the Galactic Bazaar to rendezvous with us!
Wait, what are these children doing walking about on the hangar bay? What, they have special powers normally seen only in those Crystal Aliens? Oh, no, those are the Supersoldiers Moonstrike One mentioned, aren't they?!
God Almighty, why am I stuck in a babysitting job?
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Basically, this is an RP set in a Science Fantasy world with both lasers and (limited to some people) Magic. You have two options of player character:
- Child soldiers that had been taken from their homes and used by the Ascendancy of Man in their war against Aliens, were spared by said Aliens when they lost, and are now looking for revenge against their former abusers. You also have Magic. (3 permitted besides an NPC)
- Natasha Zhang's Crew, a motley crew of humans, aliens, and robots who fight as privateers for Moonstrike, a resistance group opposing the Ascendancy of Man. You don't have Magic (unless you have a crew member of the Kaisoken species) but have more skills, experience, and technology. (4 permitted besides an NPC).
Innocence Lost: An RP of Child Soldiers and Science Fantasy
I. Intro
We were just children, albeit ones of exceptional mind and body. Then the Ascendancy of Man took us from our families, our friends, and our homes; they said we were needed to fight the 'Alien Menace' that was threatening our civilization. In the name of 'survival', they changed us, pumping our bodies full of impossible substances that defied the laws of reality. It was a miracle we all lived to see the horrors of war, they said, but was it really?
After being altered and trained, we were thrown into the meatgrinder that the war against the other species of the sector had become. With new powers given to us by the impossible compounds that were flowing through our veins, our battalions slew huge numbers of the enemy. But it wasn't enough; in the Battle of Proxima, the Ascendancy's fleets and armies finally fell to a sustained assault by the Aliens, and we, the extra-normal child soldiers that had wreaked such havoc against the foe, were captured and taken to a prison camp in one of the enemy's holdings.
Despair overtook us as we awaited our fate. What abuse was coming? How will we be treated by those whom we had slaughtered in droves? But when our enemies, the Aliens known as the Rau've, showed pity on us instead, we wept in joy. They saw that we were just kids, and gave us mercy.
We were offered new homes, new families among the Aliens, and most of us accepted. But I didn't, same for a handful of others. I thanked our former captors - former, for the war had ended with a peace treaty - but I told them that I and the others with me wanted revenge on the regime that had betrayed us, used us, and were crueler than the enemy they fought. They sighed, and gave us coordinates to the Galactic Bazaar, a space station where jobs and ships can be found to start our revenge; they wouldn't help us directly.
And so we, with magic, combat skills, and what few peaceful talents we remembered before we were 'drafted' by the Ascendancy of Man, we went to the space station where almost anything can be bought and sold. But one must be warned; the Ascendancy of Man was also there, and will not tolerate their former tools turning against their 'masters'.
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I fought in the Ascendancy's Fleet. I believed in their propagandistic drivel. I did work dirty and clean for them, and what did I get? Thrown away without pay, without a pension, just tossed out like last day's trash. And to add insult to injury, they blamed us for their own butts getting kicked on Proxima, said that us frontier-worlders didn't fight hard enough and so they got defeated. Well, I've had enough of them stomping on the little guy, so I joined the dime-a-dozen rebels - I mean, Moonstrike!
My name is Natasha Zhang, and I lead a crew of humans, aliens, and even a robot or two in missions of piracy and smuggling against the Ascendancy. Moonstrike is the rebel network we belong to, and they give us jobs to do to bring down those Ascendancy morons. And this latest mission is the sweetest yet - A bunch of renegade Ascendancy Supersoldiers are coming to the Galactic Bazaar to rendezvous with us!
Wait, what are these children doing walking about on the hangar bay? What, they have special powers normally seen only in those Crystal Aliens? Oh, no, those are the Supersoldiers Moonstrike One mentioned, aren't they?!
God Almighty, why am I stuck in a babysitting job?
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Basically, this is an RP set in a Science Fantasy world with both lasers and (limited to some people) Magic. You have two options of player character:
- Child soldiers that had been taken from their homes and used by the Ascendancy of Man in their war against Aliens, were spared by said Aliens when they lost, and are now looking for revenge against their former abusers. You also have Magic. (3 permitted besides an NPC)
- Natasha Zhang's Crew, a motley crew of humans, aliens, and robots who fight as privateers for Moonstrike, a resistance group opposing the Ascendancy of Man. You don't have Magic (unless you have a crew member of the Kaisoken species) but have more skills, experience, and technology. (4 permitted besides an NPC).
II. Alien Species
The Rau've - The prime leaders of the Coalition against Humanity, the Rau've are a race of plant people who are able to nourish themselves through photosynthesis, enabling them to mostly sidestep the agricultural stage of development. Highly philosophical and compassionate, the Rau've can still be savage in war, as their organic warships and crystal-based energy cannons show. But they were deeply horrified at their enemy's use of children in battle, and were the prime advocates of letting the child soldiers go unpunished after the peace treaty was signed.
The Kaisoken: A race of sentient crystal-like minerals bound by quantum pathways and transcendant intelligence. Floating gently, the Kaisoken communicate through impulses translated into audible speech, and are proficient in the control of magic, though they are limited in a straight fight. They were traditionallly enemies with the Rau've, who had used their nonsapient crystal 'cousins' in their tech, but allied with them against the Ascendancy of Man, who had used ground Kaisoken dust in the experiments that eventually led to their child soldier program. Because of this, they broke off relations with the Rau've after the war for letting the child soldiers get off 'freely'.
The Gill: Combining reptilian and amphibian features, the Gill are evolved to live primarily in water, with long, slender limbs for powerful strikes ending in webbed hands. Hardy against poisons and extreme terrain, on account of the noxious swamps on their homeworld, they have moved to colonize other oceanic places, and are proficient skirmishers. Like Humans, they need Kaisoken dust infused into their bodies to use Magic.
The Korta: Diminuitive beings resembling pachyderms, the Korta are highly intelligent and analytical, mostly serving as engineers and bureaucrats. Computer systems, locks, and riddles tend to fall quickly before them. They also need Kaisoken dust mixed into their bloodstream to use Magic.
The Tayanen: Clusters of sentient amorphous material locked into massively armored shells, the Tayanen deliver heavy firepower with high resistance to shock, heat, or trauma, having little vulnerable area. Nevertheless, they are slow to react, though their decision making ability when in a group can be very fast. Cannot use Magic at all unless grafted with a willing Kaisoken 'host' through an unknown process.
III. Magic System
There are six disciplines of Magic:
High - There are many theories that try to explain High Magic. Some say that it is the power of The Divine, it is the power of positive emotions, channeled through the human soul. Nevertheless, High Magic is the power of controlling Magical Energy itself, allowing for the ability to see all Magic, to draw available magical energy from the sky and earth, create constructs of condensed Mana, create and fuel magitech and enchanted items, ward people and places from magic, and finally, the ability to create bolts of silver-white light that cause damage that cannot be healed by Magic (although Science is exempt).
World - World Magic is control over the physical elements of the world. You want to create Fire? World Magic. You want to alter Gravity to make yourself float? World Magic. You want to use lightning to electrocute a person? World Magic. Basically, if it has nothing to do with changing one thing to another, or controlling something that isn't wholly of this earth? World Magic is your key. Basically, Bending from Avatar: The Last Airbender, but without healing or spiritual arts and with control over gravity.
Change - This is the magic that deals with changing one thing to another. This magic can knit wounds and reverse aging, cause trees to grow fists and turn vines into whips. This magic can change one substance to another, turning lead into gold, earth into acid, and fire into water. What it cannot do, however, is affect stuff protected by High magic, or mess with things that are already dead. That belongs to another school, the magic of the Underworld.
Underworld - Death is all around us, and the old laws against disturbing the ghosts who chose not to pass on are gone, cast into the wind. Nevertheless, the souls of the departed have to be treated with respect...but it is not the same for their bodies. Underworld Magic is the magic of Necromancy; it is the magic you wield when you want to raise an army of the dead, to control the shadows of the world, to speak with ghosts, and to strike people dead with one blow. You can even use this to transcend death, allowing you continued existence in this world without need for food, drink, and sleep...
Timespace - The magic of travelling vast distances in a single bound, of teleportation, portals, bullet time, and scrying. The strongest Magi can even control probability, making a person luckier or unluckier, sometimes to absurd levels. But what it cannot do is reverse the past, basically, no time travel. Time stop, however, is a possibility...
Mind Magic - This magic deals with controlling minds and altering emotions of both humans and animals, as well as creating illusions, mental compulsions, and even erasing or editing memories. A very powerful magical discipline, but a strong willpower can break its effects...
Basically, each PC is supposed to mix and match effects from multiple sources of magic, but the more disciplines you take your power from, the less room you have to grow.
You have six spells available, but the more schools you pick, the weaker they will be, as a rule.
Countering and Dispelling Magic
Making Anti-Magic spells is a bit complicated, but basically, you first need three High Magic spells, including the Anti-Magic rote, and one spell of the School you want to dispel. For example, if you want to dispel Underworld Magic, you need three High Magic spells and one Underworld Magic spell. As you have six starting spells available, you can theoretically be able to counter or Dispel three schools maximum. You can only counter or dispel High Magic if all six of your starting spells are of that school.
Enchantment Rules
Enchantment requires High Magic and a spell that you or another party member knows, along with an item to be enhcanted. Note however that the weaker and less durable the material is, the magic you can put into it is more limited; for example, oak can be enchanted to emit laser beams, birch cannot. This is the same for metals, and the strongest of spells can only be enchanted into 'Perfected Electrum (more below)'.
Perfected Electrum
Electrum is a mix of Gold and Silver that occurs naturally, but can be made by artificial means. This material, if treated by High and Change Magic by four different Magi (see 'Group Spells' below) can be 'perfected', aka transformed into a metal as hard as diamond yet not as brittle, and whose lightness is that of cloth. But the most valuable property of Perfected Electrum is that it can contain very, very strong spells, except for Resurrection (see below under 'Group Spells'). The Ascendancy of Man has a monopoly of Perfected Electrum; not that it helped them win the war.
Group Spells
Basically, multiple spell-casters with different Schools can do things that would strain a single Mage. This also helps in compensating for single Magi's weaknesses in specialization.
Example Spell:
Resurrection (High, Change, Underworld + materials for a new body) - Three Magi, or alternatively, a single Magi who has six High, Change, and Underworld spells each, can bring back a dead person. High Magic is used to supply magical energy for the permanent return of the Soul (said soul must always be willing), Change is used to turn inorganic material into organic matter, and Underworld is used to tug back the Soul from wherever it's been. Resurrection cannot be Enchanted into Items.
Note: Other ways of tapping into one's Magic besides the above Magic System are possible, but the Child Soldiers would use said system at first before developing in other directions.
IV. Non-Magical Options
All PCs have access to 'Exceptional Skills', which are basically a mundane talent that can be boosted to extraordinary and unnatural levels. All Exceptional Skills can resist the magical equivalent, or even counter them; for example, Exceptional Swordsmanship allows you to cut through magical barriers or attacks, while Exceptional Medicine can cure wounds caused by High Magic and normally unhealable by any spell, provided one has the right materials.
Exceptional Skills can be anything you want, as long as 1.) it does not have an obviously magical effect, 2.) It is an enhanced version of something a normal being can already do, just boosted to implausible levels, and 3.) You can justify it with cybernetics, biotech, or even drugs. Stuff like Power Armor also works as long as it's treated as an essential possession of the character. Same for Alien/Robot biological traits.
This is an incomplete list of examples:
- Exceptional Swordsmanship - Exceptional Archery - Exceptional Unarmed - Exceptional Endurance (can resist even magic) - Exceptional Bureaucracy - Exceptional Trading - Exceptional Diplomacy (stuff done with this can resist the effects of Mind magic, even if the target is weak-willed) - Exceptional Medicine
Exceptional Skills can also be stacked, aka doubled or even tripled in power. For example, you can use up three spell slots to gain Exceptional Swordsmanship x3, which allows you to cut through a two-story building made up of granite, and tear apart a Time Stop with a slash. More on stacking in the Rules section.
Note that Exceptional Skills are intended to be specialized, but at the same time, lack the versatility of Magic. And yes, Child Soldiers can have both Exceptional Skills and Magic, but they have to replace one Spell from their spell list with one level of Exceptional Skill.
Natasha Zhang's crew automatically has 8 Exceptional Skills, except for a Kaisoken member if there is one.
Tech Level is...variable, thanks to the effects of widespread upheaval. Automation is common in the more civilized portions of the Sector, as well as lasers, railguns, EMP emitters, and plasma throwers. The main method of FTL is the use of a 'wormhole system' that links most planets, but Kaisoken, Rau've, and Ascendancy of Man use Spacewarpers, spaceships that either use Magic (Kaisoken and Rau've) or Super-tech (Ascendancy) that can turn a hundred light years' worth of distance to one day's trip.
Cybernetics exist, but are taboo in the inner levels of the Ascendancy of Man, where biotechnology is preferred as 'it does not mar the pure human form'. Cybernetics can be used to justify possession of an Exceptional Skill, same for Drugs, Powered Armor, and other pieces of technology.
V. Rules
1.) No Godmoding or Powergaming, aka no controlling other players' actions, no defeating your enemy in one shot, and no shrugging of all hits without a magical shield. 2.) Any consenting relationship between people of the same age group is allowed, whether it's Homosexual or Heterosexual. If you cannot stand such things, don't post here in the first place. 3.) Be polite to others. 4.) Please notify me if you will be gone for more than a week, I myself will let you guys know if I will be gone for that same amount of time. 5.) It's a fantasy world; you can learn Magic - two new spells of any School per Story Arc, more if you find a willing mentor (another PC, another Magic-user, a Kaisoken who doesn't hate your guts) and time. New Exceptional Skills, on the other hand, are easier to stack, harder to learn - You can double the power of two Exceptional Skills every first arc, and select a new exceptional skill every second arc. The story for this RP will have Eight Arcs, so you get to stack two skills on the first, add one skill on the second, stack again on the third, and so on. 6.) New Rule; GM Updates are weekly - if you don't respond to two updates in a row, and you don't give a good reason, you are regarded as dropped.
VI. Miscellaneous Lore and Worldbuilding
The Quo'arta: Taking evolutionary ques from bats and primates, the Quo'arta were lauded by the Coalition for their effort as both scouts and field medics during the war. The species as a whole are better known for their advances in medicine and their dedication to working with nature, rather than subjugating it, and have thus become close allies of the Rau'va. Post-Ascendency War has seen a great increase in Quo'arta standing in the galactic scene, their voices beginning to be heard and respected among the big players in the galaxy.
The Tork: As wise as they are unpleasant to look at, the Tork are an enigmatic race of gurus and philosophers almost wholly dedicated to their pondering. Usually found somewhere out of the way the Tork sit in deep torpor, seemingly dead in their stillness, for years with the only proof of their life being small twitches or deep, minutes long breaths. However, do not mistake them for defenseless hermits for they are among the most powerful natural mages in the known galaxy with a noted adeptness for World Magic. The eldest of their kind can flatten mountains with but a thought or unmake a being with but a scornful glare.
VII. Character Sheet Skeleton
[b]Name:[/b] What’s your characters name? [b]Age:[/b] How old is your character? [b]Physical Description:[/b] What does your character look like? Place any photo’s here. [b]Important items:[/b] What possessions are important to your character? [b]Short Bio:[/b] Tell us your character's story up to this point. [b]Spell List:[/b] 6 Spells overall. [B]Exceptional Skill List:[/b] Replace any number of your 6 Spells with an Exceptional Skill
[b]Name:[/b] What’s your characters name? [b]Age:[/b] How old is your character? [b]Physical Description:[/b] What does your character look like? Place any photo’s here. [b]Important items:[/b] What possessions are important to your character? Possessions can also be used to justify Exceptional Skills. [b]Short Bio:[/b] Tell us your character's story up to this point. [B]Exceptional Skill List:[/b] 8 Skills.
Flame was disoriented, phantom pain coursing through him for a second. Was this what it was like to die?
He looked around; he was still in the meeting room in another world, if this indeed was another world. Looking at Alistair and the Priest, he would say, trying to calm himself so as not to overly offend the rich jerk, "This meeting room has multiple doors. Either we select another one or we surrender ourselves to those Knights for 'advanced interrogation'. Also, we should stick with each other from now on; safety in numbers and all that."
A flare of disgust at even saying that. Flame disliked or even hated other people, but by being chill, the priest, 'Father Whiskey', had earned his trust. So his next words were to the man of the cloth. "Father, you or the rich kid select a door and we'll find our way out. We need to stick together and make sure none of us gets killed; this is serious."
Then a thought struck him, cold as ice. If Ashton was here... Did he die too?
Anger bubbled up inside him as he said, "We're wasting time. Let's go. We can settle who should be group leader later."
It was then that Flame realized that trying to appease Alistair was the wrong move. So was openly challenging him. That meant that he had to demand respect, prove himself worthy of it, and not hurt Alistair's ego in the process. So he stared at the rich kid, before saying, "We need everyone to be on the same page here. So are we going to stand together, or are we all getting killed?"
Ashton Andrews
If Flame was disoriented, Ashton was hyperventilating on the verge of tears. I died. They killed me.
But there was a stubborn core inside him that insisted he recover. That insisted that he swim upward through the mire of pain. Do not despair. Others count on you.
He assessed the other members of the group. The Japanese boy seemed the sanest and most level-headed, but he had been first to ignore his advice regarding the guards. Next after him was the Asian-American who had confessed to being an attempted suicide. And of course, the Scandinavian, who, with all due respect, had been the least reasonable of the group when confronted with danger. Ashton had to steer the group into a steady course, and do it faster than the man in the respirator and his soldiers can arrive.
To the group, he said, "Do not run. If we run, we'll be pursued by the authorities with all they have. We walk, try and lose ourselves among the crowds, and find a safe place. We also find new clothes. Above all, do not panic; panic will get us killed faster."
Ashton moved to gently grasp Aaron and Hilda's wrists, and said as soothingly as possible, "I know my facial expressions; Flame taught me a bit." A smile. "Let's walk to the back of the road, giving no signal that we wish to frighten or excite these good people, and only run when we are directly threatened. Take deep breaths if you have to. We'll all get out of this together; as the Demi-Humans from last time proved, we have allies..."
Louen de Bretonny watched the jerkass nut vendor look at the team with his binoculars; despite the guy's attempts to hide his looks, Louen can see that the nut vendor was handsomer than someone of his job can be expected to be. Must be new, he thought. And probably straight, meaning that I can only ogle at him. That, and perhaps mess around and tease a little. He smiled impishly from his seat just behind Galbrek, and said, "So... Ogling Galiere, it seems? Not everyone manages to pull off the crossdressing look, but she makes it work!" A slight smirk. "You know, you're rather cute yourself, what with those surpisingly smooth hands of yours'."
A chuckle. "Ha ha! Just teasing. Anyway, my name is Louen de Bretonny, military cadet and gentleman." And indeed, one can see that Louen was clad in the blue-and-red uniform of a Rhean Military Academy student. "Sorry if you're not really attracted to the same gender, just on leave from the Academy to watch the tournament, maybe even get some tips on using my own power."
There was a glint in his eyes as he spoke, "You know, someone observant can see that you don't like this job and that your skin is smooth enough to indicate that you don't actually need said job. Assuming that this is even a job in the first place - ha ha, just more teasing!"
A slight tightening of the face and arms, as though Louen was preparing to dodge. Should Galbrek throw something at him, or hit him, or even glare at him, Louen was prepared to try and avoid it, before leaning close to Galbrek's ear and saying, "You know, teenage contempt for everyone and everything is so last decade. And such a rich person habit as well. You also don't sound like you listen to warnings, but try and heed my advice; it'l help you in the long run."
Trolololol! Louen can already imagine the hatred on Galbrek's face as he prepared to dodge any move once more. Then he changed his mind at the last moment; he'll let Galbrek hit him with anything he had; Louen had a new plan.
The Tournament has me hyped up for a private duel. I'll go get offended by his next move, shout my outrage, and challenge him to a private duel. I'll beat him up then ask him to help me with my plan to get together with the man or woman of my choice. Then I can have a partner in tomfoolery for the day. Another thought, You know, with other superpowered teenagers around, this would be a nexus for planning and drama and a mixture of both. Getting involved can be fun. Might be.
Louen felt the gates of possibility open before him. All he had to do was allow himself to get hit or literally thrown a drink by Galbrek...
Half of the ad-hoc group were acting calmer in this situation than expected. The Japanese kid did disregard his suspicions about the guards and law enforcement, but that was all right. The Scandinavian and the Asian were either panicking or thanking invisible gods for a second chance at life. As for he himself, things looked as if they were calming down... Which was a sign that things might - might - go to heck in a handbasket later on.
Which they did. And as the Japanese boy died in front of him, his flesh freezing due to accelerated hypothermia, Ashton knew that he had to protect the others somehow, especially as the guy in the gas mask was now accusing them of being 'cultists' and 'Enemies of the State'.
He opened his mouth to speak, just before two Demi-Humans, an Oni and an Angel (?) spoke up in their defense. Glaring at the Secret Police Member (?) Ashton tried to build on the momentum the group's defenders had given him and said, "What's going on, sir, is that we have been transported to this place, from our homes, by -"
A sudden chill, and a rush of unnatural fear. And Ashton instinctively knew that things had gotten worse. His glare turning into frightened weariness, he continued, "By magic. Magic that I assume doesn't fit the normal rules, considering that we're a mystery to you. But sir, what I'm saying is the truth; what reason would we have to lie if we're facing sudden death?"
He raised his arms in surrender. "We're just as ignorant as the rest of you as to how we suddenly appeared in the middle of a bustling city. Trust us, if we were cultists trying to subvert the state, we'd be running by now. As it is, I am surrendering, as a show of good faith."
Ashton knelt down but kept looking up. "Do with me as you will; just treat my... Companions better."
Typical; rich kid just had to prove that he's a jerk just like the rest of humanity that wasn't Ashton and his family. Clenching his fists and frowning in frustration, Flame looked at the priest as the latter actually proved to be a chill guy. Now he faced a dillemma; follow the jerkass rich kid, or stay with the currently nice priest. As he sniffed the tobacco, instictively repulsed, Flame decided to follow Alistair; this was not because his attitude towards 'Father Whiskey' had soured already but because he hated secondhand smoke. Running off towards the rich kid, Flame followed sullenly, hoping that he didn't get mistaken for a potential 'servant'.
Then the two of them were stopped by three Knights, with the rich kid bumping into an armored lady's breastplate. Normally, Flame would have found this karmic, if not for the fact that the three radiated an aura of menace that was only increased by their sharp weapons.
“No matter. I don’t know what you are doing here, but your journey is over, boys. Seems like you pissed off the wrong guy. Don’t know what ya’ did, but that ain’t my concern. I’ll see to that.I’ve been told to take anyone I find here for … shall we call it “advanced questioning”? I’d say I’m sorry for ya’ but that’d be a lie, ya’ know? Your rights are forfeit, bastards.”
Flame's hate and fear flared up at those words, and he said sharply, "So in short, we're supposed to go with you to be tortured. If not, you'll beat us up or kill us. Typical thug tactics."
He glared at the Knight. "You're just like an actual noble, taking whatever you want and making trumped-up reasons as to why it's 'just' that you should have it. Then again, seeing as we are in another world, you probably are some jumped-up bitch who got everything she wanted from day one just because she was born to people whose great-great grandparents did something heroic a long time ago."
Then, a thought came to him: Ashton. Where is he? Don't tell me the same thing is happening to him...
That idea was more than he could bear. "But all right, I surrender. Go beat me up or something if you're angry or just kill me like a dog. That's what you nobles do, isn't it?"
I need to fish information from them. I need to know if they're going after Ashton.
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