Mag Lev

Undiscovery

Updates have been made to my Characters section on the place where I intend to go after Rockvale and the three major Tribes who are in the Plains. Also minor adjustments to organization and separation of subjects.

Undiscovery

Tavern Owner

The man who owned the Tavern had been cowering in the corner for nearly the entire time the battle went on and bore a look of sheer terror at the beat down he just watched four people give to the Red Banners. He knew it was unlikely that the Banners would ever get back to their old glory but he still feared them coming back to find the assaulters gone and him having given them food and beds to sleep on. It took the man a few moments before he saw a girl in a cloak motion for him to come over. She was the woman who had killed Red Banner without even touching him and she was calling him over! The man approached out of sheer terror, hoping that she didn’t not kill him like the man whose corpse had been dragged out a few minutes ago.

”Y-yes milady? You.. you don’t already know what happened here? The man asked, a little stunned that she had killed a Red Banner without realizing that she had walked right into a fight. He rubbed his hands on his dirty apron out of sheer nervousness and realized that she was also most likely new to the Continent. In a short moment, the man steadied his breath and readied himself to speak.

”Well this uh sir,” the Tavern owner said as he motioned towards Vent, ”had apparently fought a Red Banner on the docks and beat them. Ya see, the Red Banners happen to run Rockvale. Well, ran Rockvale now that Barrow is dead and the kid will probably set things straight here. But, uh.. Barrow came in to kill the girl the kid had saved and offered the kid a uh.. choice you see. Kill the girl and join him or die with her. The uh.. kid decided to fight back and this fight started. Then those two, the lizard and red hair girl happened to burst in and join the fight. And, well you saw the rest miss.” As the Tavern Owner ended the story he looked over and noticed some stirring from Vent. He wasn’t awake quite yet but it would only be a few more minutes until the man was awake. Though, he would no doubt find difficulty in moving about after how much he had extended himself.

@Azereiah

Undiscovery

@Mag Lev

Can Jordan join you?

@Trevor1001

Sure, that is if @Azereiah is okay with it since we've already agreed through PM to team up.

Undiscovery

Though I know that almost any place is allowed to be created, I must show where I have planned for Vent and Anne to go next for those who might be interested in using the place.


These plains extend for nearly as far as the eye can see and are pockmarked by nearly hundreds of large crystals. These crystals often jut out of where they stand and appear almost as if to have crashed there. Several shanty towns have formed throughout the plains but are often quickly torn down for the crystals are next to impossible to mine with steel or iron tools. Instead, the plains are mostly inhabited by many nomadic tribes who seemingly worship many of the crystals and stop near them for the winter due to the heat they release and seemingly store.

The nomadic tribesmen will be fleshed out some time before I decide to leave Rockvale, most likely some time soon.

The 30-day Song Challenge

Day 08 - A song you liked when you were younger

Song

I liked eight years ago but not anymore. It was nice but it is far out of the songs I like nowadays.

Day 09 - A song that makes you want to dance

Song

It is literally in the name and I like the beat.

Undiscovery

There we go. I've finished the fight with the death of Barrow and the hero like actions one would expect from an honorable man like Vent. Oh how I will love to develop him as I go along. A lot can change a man in a place where despair is a constant and death is better than life. I'd say that Barrow's purse held about three gold, fifty silver, and eighty-two coppers for those wondering.

Undiscovery

Vent/Anne

Two

Vent was tiring quickly from his combat with two bandits who had rushed him with daggers after they recovered from his first attack. Blood was dripping from his left shoulder after one of them dodged to the side of a punch and slashed across. He could feel the heat from the flames that the lizard man had spewed out of his mouth at the Red Banners and the blood of other bandits splash against him as the girl with red hair and another female in a cloak defeated them. Many of the remaining seven or so bandits were backing off, wary of all those who had joined Vent in the fight. The young man turned his attention towards Barrow who stood behind the bar with his whip readied and his hatchet in hand. A look of sheer anger was pasted onto the man’s face he it almost looked as if the man might explode from it.

”You.. come to my town, disrupt my businesses, kill my men, and now you have nerve to fight back! Oh just how much I’ll love killing you boy! Get over he..” Barrow said before feeling the force of Vent’s magical push and was jolted back against the wall. Vent coughed up some blood but moved quickly and jumped over the bar and landed with a stomp right into Barrow’s stomach. He pulled the pirate up and started to hammer him in the stomach, jaw, and ribs. In what felt like an hour, Vent shattered four of Barrow’s ribs, his jaw, and had caused the man to cough up almost an equal amount of blood he had lost from the cuts Vent had on his body. Barrow had lost consciousness and was eventually tossed aside by the angry Vent who turned towards the remaining bandits.

They ran out of the bar and could be heard making a racket outside as they shouted about Vent’s battle with Barrow and their leader’s defeat. As the exhaustion of going past his limit caught up with him, Vent fell down behind the bar and onto the floor. He felt like the muscles of his body had been through a climb of two thousand feet and he could feel the burning pain in his arm as blood leaked onto the floor. At this point, he would welcome death simply to sleep and not feel the pain anymore but he couldn’t accept such a death. Not until he had brought Callie to her people. Vent rolled onto his stomach and started to crawl out from behind the bar with as much energy as he could muster.

It took a few minutes but Vent reached his goal through the sheer willpower he had in him. Anne lay on the ground with blood covering her left temple. It was obvious that the Red Banners had used pure force to try and take Anne but Vent was unsure how injured she was. ”Hey…wake..up sleepy head. Vent managed to say as he pushed against Anne’s left side. He was too focused on trying to get Anne up that he failed to notice Barrow standing back up. The pirate leader advanced towards Vent, hatchet in hand and primed to land it right in the man’s back.

”Ya should have just joined me boy. How much of a waste you are!” Barrow said as he swung the hatchet down only for it land with the deep thump into the wood of the floor. Anne had managed to wake up just in time to move Vent out of the way of the hatchet and save them both. Barrow stood in the tavern without any of his crew and surrounded by plenty of people will to kill him. He tried to remove the hatchet from the wood only to find it buried too deep for his injured body to even manage to yank out.

”This town… is… done playing your games...ya bastard!” Vent managed to say before coughing up more blood. Anne stood up and held a knife in hand while Vent was propped up against the legs of a table. The wounds he had gotten that day were painfully present in the back of his mind but the look on his face betrayed only derision towards Barrow. It was obvious that the situation had turned for the better when the three strangers appeared and Vent was thankful for their help. ”Let’s… make a deal. You… pay for.. the damages and… you get to live. If not… you die and… the money will be taken… to help everyone in this town.” Vent managed to say as Anne pressed her knife against the man’s neck. Even if Barrow resisted Anne, he would be killed by others if he tried anything. At least, that was what Vent was hoping.

”Fuck off!” Barrow managed to say before it turned into a gurgle and blood spilled from his cut throat. Vent lay inches from the man’s body as the blood pooled and leaked through the gaps between the wood. The last breath of consciousness was uttered by Vent in this moment has he slipped into a sleep caused by his exhaustion. Anne approached him and sat by him as Callie landed on the table above. She was deeply grateful for the man who had only known her an hour at most but had saved her life and the lives of others in Rockvale that day.

”Thank you. All of you for helping him. I’m sure he would have told you the same thing I say now. He couldn’t have done it without you.” Anne said as tears streaked down her face. She quickly ran up the stairs and put the blanket Vent had readied for her over him before she went to look through Barrow’s pockets. Inside one of them was orange jewel which she threw to the barkeep and inside the other was his coin pouch. Anne untied the strings and poured out the coins ranging from coppers to gold onto the table. ”Please, take only what you feel you deserve. Vent… he would have given you it all without taking any for himself.” Anne said as she sat back down with Vent. She placed his head on her lap and sat there, waiting until Vent would wke up.

Undiscovery

I feel so bad for the poor tavern's owner. You people sure do love your collateral damage, don't you? Speaking of, how come the place isn't on fire from when Ben breathed a fire jew all over the place?

@Empour

Let me explain this as Rockvale has been created. And no... it is not magic. Just science my dears.

Rockvale is made from wood from shipwrecks. Wood. Wood absorbs water over time and being close enough to a set of cliffs and rocks, plenty of water splashes up. Plus, the rain soaks a lot of the wood and thus rots the wood over time which allows even more water to soak in making some of the wood wet and will let out liquid when enough pressure is applied. The slums have it bad on this front and thus has more water soaked buildings which smell of rot. Thus, to end my tirade here, the ambient water in the wood would have to be removed in order for the fire to catch on. So, they are just lucky they chose to build wood buildings by a very active portion of the coast with a sort of jungle not too far away.

Now then, to writing the finish of this massive fight.

Undiscovery

Vent/Anne

Vent sat alone in the small tavern room he had paid for with Anne. It barely had what one would call a bed and the bed itself smelled more of piss and rot than the bathroom did. Luckily, Vent had brought a bedroll and blanket to use whenever he slept outside and could provide something to keep the both of them away from the objects in the room themselves. It was yet to be night but both Anne and Vent were tiring from their hard days. After Anne had finished her song, Vent talked to her about what it was like growing up back in Cordal. He spoke of the trees which turned a beautiful orange and whistled in the cool winds which blew down from the mountains. All Anne had to speak of was her life before Rockvale, traveling through many cities along the coast with those few merchants who were willing to tag her along.

At one point in the conversation, Vent pulled a inkwell, notebook, and quill from the small satchel he kept attached to his right hip and started taking notes of the locations Anne spoke about. ”What is that you are doing there Vent? Anne asked as she looked at the notebook. She had never had the time to learn how to read nor write and felt nervous now that she was around someone who could do both. Vent kept on writing in his notebook and didn’t stop to answer the question until he tore out a page and folded it over once. He slid the folded paper over to Anne and waited until she picked it up and opened.

”What you see on that paper is the alphabet of the Common tongue. Since I am here until Callie finds her people, I guess I can teach you in your spare time how to read and write. If you are willing to come with me, then we shall study the letter and words each day and you’ll practice writing. If you don’t want to come with me, then learn how to read and write on your own.” Vent said as Anne stared at the paper in obvious confusion. Rather than sitting around for her answer, Vent got up from the table of the tavern and went up to the room he had payed for to clean off the smell of sweat and blood off him. Vent’s contemplation was interrupted by the piercing screaming which came from the tavern below. In a moment of foolhardy rushing, Vent forgot to grab his sword and gloves as he ran to find the source.

Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Vent was granted the scene of blood pooling from the body of an old man whose stomach had obviously been pierced by a sword and the glimpse of Anne being dragged out of the Tavern, most likely unconscious. Vent rushed to meet the men dragging and was greeted by nearly fifteen men whose lust for blood was obvious and their skill in battle just as blatant as the blood which dripped from the blade of one of the bandits who was carrying Anne. Upon seeing Vent, the men readied themselves and circle around him. Many of them were wary for any trick the kid might have up his sleeve but, upon noticing his lack of weapon, dropped their guards and quickly pinned him to the ground, arms bent tightly behind his back.

”Ah, so ye be the young warrior who so bested two members of my crew who were deep in their drink. Ye must be quite the warrior. That, or they twas far too drunk to even handle a wimp like you. I twouldn’t even sell ya to my most hated o’ patrons. But, I like your spunk mate. I’ll give you a choice in the matter her since I need some hands to replace the fools who you beat earlier! You kill this girl her for her trespass on my territory and join me or you die with her. What’s yer decision boy?” said a man wear clothes of much finer and less rotten quality than the others of the bandits surrounding him. It was obvious just by looking at his manner that the man was the leader of the bandits but Vent showed no fear to the man. In an act of pure hatred, Vent spit right at the man as his answer.

The man, which everybody who lived in Rockvale knew as Barrow, grew incredibly still and, in an act of derision, kicked Vent right in the ribs. An incredible spike of pain stabbed Vent as he felt the rib break from the force of the kick. ”I’ll give ya one more chance simply ‘cause I like your spunk, kill her or die with her!” Barrow said as he forced his boot tip right into the same area where he had kicked. Vent squirmed about but was held tightly by the rest of the bandits. The young man’s eyes teared up as the pain lasted longer and time felt as if it was slowing.

”Go… fuck… yourself!” Vent stated through clenched teeth. He knew what he had to do and hated that he had to disobey his Father’s orders but another life was on the line. In a few short seconds, Vent had taken several breaths and once again felt the time slowing to a crawl. He focused hard on his palms as his Father had taught him. A sharp whistle was issued from Vent’s clenched teeth and a red blur plunged from the sky and towards the men holding Vent. Several of the men swung an arm out to keep the bird from pecking at their face. The distraction had worked as intended and Vent could feel the energy finish gathering in his arms. In a single push upward, Vent released all the energy out of his hands creating a cone of pure, physical force up and out.

Many of the men were knocked away several feet while those who were unlucky ended up crashing against the tavern wall. Vent stood up on shaky legs and looked towards Barrow who was standing up after being thrown back as well. He couldn’t fight all of them with his fists alone but he was willing to take out as many people as he could before they got him down. His Father had taught him how to focus physical energy into his hits and through the air to make his hand-to-hand combat skills above average but it required a lot of energy to even perform the previous move. Vent would need help from whoever was willing to survive this fight.

(For reference to Barrow, look at Red Banners in my Characters section.)

The 30-day Song Challenge

Day 07-A song that is your guilty pleasur

Song

I don't often listen to rap. In fact, I tend to avoid rap songs as I don't like how they are made. But, this song is one of very few songs of rap that I listen to when I get the feeling for it.