Bump this by saying I'll be making an OOC soon >___>
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And got a post out, can't say it is my best work but at least it is something.
Our Lady of Misery Church, Annex of the Workshop
The lone young man, in his crow feathered garb and wire thin glasses, sat outside the large Church with a small raven eating at breadcrumbs he had thrown on the ground. His name, to most it wasn’t important. They simply called him Raven, though the kinder people called him Cao. His role was to Hunt the Hunters, an important task but one which earned him the ire of others and had brought him to a life distant from those around him. His master, Shen, had long since given up on trying to make the young man like himself but could not deny the efficiency with which Cao worked. He would not hesitate to kills those who were blood drunk or became beasts.
His eyes wandered to the sky, watching passing clouds and birds even as his master had approached him. Shen was a cold man, certainly not one to be kind to anybody and yet had shown kindness, or perhaps some sort of pity, upon choosing Cao as his apprentice all those years ago. The young man sat in silence and smirked at his Master’s hilarious voice as the man recited the list of those to be on the look for. He knew the names, though not the people themselves beyond what they looked like. “Do not fail to kill them if they fall under suspicion of becoming a beast. I doubt it’d be pleasant to Hunt them then,” finished Shen, bringing Cao to look at the man with a blank stare.
”You know I won’t hesitant, but I won’t just kill them because they are on this list. If it looks like they are failing and will become a beast, I’ll strike.” A sigh escaped Cao’s lips as he finished his statement, one which Shen scoffed at before turning and striding away. The lone Hunter stood from his position and turned towards the church, still emptying of Hunters from the briefing they had been given. He could hear talk of the festival all around him, his only thought towards it being one of disgust. What foolishness the old men had show, putting people at risk and allowing it to still go on. But, he did admit that it would be nice time to relax before the brutality of his job became evident. How much he wished he could be anywhere else, perhaps at his home where he could tend to his flowers or read from his library. Instead, he was stuck in the endless crowd of Hunters, some who glared at him and others who seemed in awe of him.
Tentatively interested.
To think it all began years ago, the gradual decline that would bring the once bustling cities of the world to a halt. The governments of man failing to protect them from something which couldn’t be stopped, their mindless movement unceasing even when the conventional means were used. It all started with murders, disappearances, and kidnappings. At first, nobody thought much about it. The families of those who were found dead or went missing mourned but everybody thought “Hey, it won’t happen to me. They were just unlucky.” How wrong their thoughts were, the mindless act of pushing away something which soon became so overbearing that nobody knew how to act, so overbearing that the pillars which supported them collapsed like a regular man trying to be Atlas.
They came one day, the shambling masses of the missing and kidnapped. They were reported found and rescued by all those who had seen them, who had recognized their faces from the milk cartons and daily news reporting on them. The media swarmed, they were taken away by their crying families and given a home. They smelled of rot though, unbearably so that those who lived with them often had to bathe them everyday to remove the smell. They were just as they had been the moment they were taken or disappeared, but they were mindless and unresponsive. They didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, simply sat and went wherever they were led. Then, one of them killed somebody. It wasn’t like the movies, the ones where they mindlessly attacked the man and ripped them to shreds to consume the flesh. No, it was something more.
The Reborn, as some had taken to calling them, cared not about eating their target but used their teeth and bare hands as they were the most immediate weapons. They had no motive for who they killed, simply striking with fury and mindless abandon. Those who had been left out on the streets became a danger to civilians, attacking whenever. One couldn’t go anywhere on foot or otherwise without worrying about being attacked. The Cops, the National Guard, they tried to stop them but a bullet through the brain wouldn’t end it nor removing the head from the body. They kept going, ambulating wildly and attacking whatever they touched. Burning the bodies was the only way but the stench… the look of pain and inhuman screaming brought that idea to a halt quickly. People started to riot, break down mentally in public and plead with their governments for some kind of safety only to be met with halfhearted and half-ass attempts.
Looting, murder, kidnapping, it all came crashing down as people stopped caring about being civil and did as they wished. Humanity showed its true colors finally and we realized that, if we were to survive, it was either alone or together. Those who had a common goal banded together, protecting each other from the danger of the Reborn and outsiders. Paranoia brought mass killings as those who pleaded with the less civil of groups were often killed out of fear. More Reborn came, crawling out of their graves and rising from those who were murdered in the months following their arrival. People got use to the sight of them and the fear of them died off, so long as one was safe behind the walls of many upstart towns that is. The Outside is death, the Inside is life. Within, it is as if everything were normal. But even being normal comes at a cost, especially in a world like this one.
Welcome to my recent brainchild and thank you for having read through that horrendously long intro. This rp is, obviously, set in an apocalyptic world where zombies known as Reborn wander through the outside world. But these are not your C-Rated movie zombies which die to a bullet, no. The Reborn move even after removing the head and cutting off limbs. One’s only hope is to burn the body, a practice abandoned early on due to the awful smell and screams that came from the bodies which seemingly attracted more Reborn, inciting violence against those that had burned the body. In this RP, you’ll live in a settlement in New York City, one of many. Life goes on as if nothing were different here and people ignore the fate of those outside, but not everything is meant to last through all of time. If you’ve got any questions just ask me. I’m also looking for suggestions on a name for the RP though!
Testing to see how the color looks on the Guild background.
War for the Crown- Bulithy Vale
”What do you think you are doin’ here young lady? Don’t ya know these forests are cursed,” said the figure who had silently approached Maris from behind. His voice was rough, like coarse sand and the thick smell of pipe tobacco wafted out as he thin trail was puffed from between his lips. He smelled partly of dew and blood, a wound on his arm wrapped in fresh bandages easily visible as the Champion of Locke turned to meet the gaze of the obviously veteran soldier. Coarse grey hair indicating stubble was fresh on his face and his hair kept pulled back in a short ponytail made for an intimidating sight to most people.
Yet, Maris knew the man was not a danger nor was he even a hassle should the need arise to fight him. Exhaustion was painfully obvious on his face, his eyes bloodshot and struggling to stay open. It was surprising the man could even stand in his state, something had obviously pushed him to this point. It could only be assumed that it was whatever had caused the damage to the soldiers all about. ”You’ll want to leave here and quick, I can take you out. You’ll only meet the same fate as them if you stay.” Something similar to sorrow and regret in his voice told Maris that he was completely serious. A fresh breeze of air flew past the pair, bringing in the smell of rot and blood from the corpses in its path.
@Samara
Heham’s Desire- Heham
The Sentinel’s Guild Hall was absolutely bustling that morning, a din of conversation being carried well into the streets outside where the soldiers of Heham’s Army stood in great disdain. Some of the smaller Guilds were looking at the door to the Guild Hall with a smile for they knew what had gone down within. It was well known that the those who had denied the call to arms had been talking, something was certainly up and Rand knew it well as at least twenty men from seven different Guilds walked into the Hall. They wore the regalia of fighters, thieves, mages, and even a few merchants and yet, different though they were, they seemed to bear an uncanny unity that few Guilds could call their own.
”So, I hear you Sentinel boys have also turned away from this foolish war just like the rest o’ us.” The booming voice which near silenced the Hall had come from a large man, a well known blacksmith and head of the largest smithy Guild in Heham. His black beard and dirtied skin yet fine clothing contrasted his appearance so that he stood out far more than he normally would’ve. A few other men from other Guilds stepped into the hall, watching out the doors cautiously. ”Now, I’d like to offer you boys somethin’ different. We all know that damnable King is gonna run this country to the ground, I say we stop him. Me and the lads here have already gotten the support of a few of the other Guilds, with your help we could very well win. The only issue bein’ takin out the Black Watch bastards who’s coin purses are filled by the King to guard this city,” He said in a hushed voice to the congregation. A few men among the Sentinels nodded in agreement and few shook in dissent, though the majority showed no preference at all. What had just been said could very well bring about the deaths of all of them.
@AetherChronos
Galrond
While Merasmus read away in the sitting area of the bookstore, the sound of shouting could be heard outside. With the recent dispute over the legitimacy of the King of Galrond had come tensions between the common people, nobles, and the military. It was well known that many Mages held places of power in Galrond, though few more barely more than the King’s personal tax collectors. Those who entered the streets during the day were often attacked and today was no different. Yet, the attack this time was more than just thrown rocks and the occasional punch. This time, men died. Screams echoed from outside into the store as men and women ran from a hail of pebbles. Somebody had picked the fight with the wrong Mage and now there was hell to pay.
@Frizan
Skirmishes
It was a surprise that such a punitive force had made it behind the lines of Hawic’s Army but it was worthless to focus on them. They’d be well enough dead before the day was over and life would return to usual. Men and women watched with curiosity in the nearby area, though they quickly lost the interest and went about their daily lives. They knew little about the world outside of their lands and cared little about it. Cerise though, he wasn’t like the others anymore. The world had cracked up similar to that of an egg and he knew that his life would no longer be the same. A few soldiers wandered by, lacking care in the fighting as the marched towards the front lines. Many had went to die on those fields and for what, an honorable burial? No, that just wouldn’t do for Cerise, not anymore at least.
@souleaterfan320
I guess I'll come out of hiding while and get involved in a new RP. I'm certainly interested. Imagine that combat is mostly left the player with damage being received where plausible or at the hand of you, the GM, correct? Character deaths are a possibility and it is certainly possible for players to fight other players over disputes in Hunting, right?
Nalashira
Despite having camped nearly forty miles away from Andale Tower, Nala had already reached the miles of plains outside the walls of the town surrounding the imposing castle by the time the sun was a quarter through its path. She had taken her time, enjoying the walk through the forest even though it was similar to almost all others she had been in since leaving Elir Nazik. The sight of wondrous oaks full of green leaves and elms with their many branches never ceased to amaze the young girl. Her eyes up to the sky, she let her feet guide her wherever they felt and took no path made by hunters or loggers nor walking the road which split through the trees. Nala had watched squirrels and deer, boars and even a bear, as she walked her own path.
She couldn’t help but feel a deep thrumming whenever she looked at a single thing for too long, as if she could feel the very life force within it pulsing. She shook the feeling off and went about walking with a smile. With the plains now in front of her, Nala knew that she’d no longer get to enjoy the trees but was greeted by a cool breeze which brought awe to her eyes once more as the tall grasses and wheat from farms waved with it as if in greeting to her. She eagerly found the muddy path leading towards the sprawling town and walked it, singing a light tune from her homeland. Her accent adding to its beauty in its own way as she walked, musing that the day felt far better than those in the past few had. She had forgotten all about the dream by the time she made it to the gates leading into Andale.
Gathered around the gates were masses of people and caravans full of trade goods, their owners looking disgruntled as shouting went on further in. Men and women were yelling, some screaming profanities while other pleaded with them for entrance. It became clear to Nala that the gates had seemingly been closed to the public, a select few being allowed in should they be deemed worthy. She knew not what was going on within the town to cause such a decision to have been made so as to stop traders from entering, but it only peaked her interest even more about the town as she drew closer to the gates and guards. The men clad in near perfectly maintained armor and wielding spears, swords at their hips, kept shouting at the crowd. ”Stay back you idiots! We told ya you can’t enter. Not unless you are here to compete,” shouted a stocky guard as he shoved back a man who attempted to run past.
Nala tilted her head to the side and advanced closer to the guards, calmly looking at the one who spoke with a smile. ”What are they to compete for, sir? Is it some kind of, how you people call it, a joust? Or is it a knight’s festival of a kind?” Her crystalline voice shocked the guard, though he took a few minutes to adjust to her accent and comprehend just what she said. The crowd feel back with disgruntled mumbling, leaving Nala alone with but a few stragglers and the guards. The guard cleared his throat and readied to speak, only to be interrupted by the other, an older man who was quite tall and thin but obviously was more than capable for his position.
”Young lady, it is indeed a tournament of a sorts. Our Lord’s son tis gettin’ married in a week and all who are capable are allowed into town, but we are to keep all merchants out because we’ve almost started to overflow with people. I’m sure a fine youngin’ like you wouldn’t be interested in any of it so it is best to scamper off now,” he said, trying to be gentle and careful with his words as he noted the swords on Nala’s hips. Nala tilted her head at him and smiled brightly at him in such a fashion that he took a step back as if stunned.
”I imagine this… tournament would provide a fair amount of gold to those who win, yes? If so, I wish to enter the town to try my hand. It has been long since I’ve done proper training for a fight,” she said with such a sweet smile that the man simply stepped away from the road and went into the guardhouse, opening the gates with the small crank within. Nala smiled and nodded in thanks to the guard as he walked back out before advancing forward. She walked past the gate and looked up at the blue sky with white clouds. What an interesting place she had found herself in this time.
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