Mistiel

What Are You Listening To?

Hero Guard - A D&D 5e Adventure

@Cu Chulainn Ah. So that's why. Okay then.

...So, what's everyone been up to?

@OtomostheCrazy

Playing Elsword.

Why? It's a good time waster game. It has like no meaningful content in it whatsoever and is basically a prettier version of Temple Run.

Forgotten Worlds

@Crispy Octopus, I love it, but I think I'll be leaving; I don't want to cause drama again.

@Letter Bee

Sweetie, I'm the only drama-causing troll in this thread. Whatever you do will pale in comparison to the very existence of my nation. >,>

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Admittedly, when I described Soprano I was listening to youtube.com/watch?v=X5GJQ0H6v1M . My writing has been solely dictated by whatever song I happen to be listening to when I sit down to write a post. It may be small, but it delivers results methinks.

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Soprano, 3 weeks hence (same time as Mezzo)

Soprano was quite possibly the secondary capitol of Treblea. People danced in the hard-packed dirt and grassy streets with a gaiety and wild abandon that few cities kept after their long trek across the land to get away from that old empire.

Near the center of this quaint, gay, little town sat an old man smoking a pipe, chatting on the front porch with two bards from faraway lands. "Back in my days! This is what our land was all about!" the man saidin a gravelly voice full of life despite his age. "So many of our fair towns have slowly begun to forget that life is all about fun and enjoyment rather than developin'!" The strangers, a man and a woman dressed in odd, garish regalia that looked as if they were trying to be minstrels but just didn't quite know the fashion yet, sat by sipping on Treblean ale....which was not one of the land's strongest staples as wheat and other products that could be fermented tended to quickly go stale and turn out very very bitter after said fermentation.

The strangers casually continued to ask the old man for stories and he was happy to oblige as all three of them gazed out onto the main thoroughfare of town that was revelers dancing to music, revelers playing their own instruments - some of which were incredibly modified in a DIY style that left onlookers wondering how that instrument was even played anymore - and some revelers who played instruments AND danced at the same time. All in all, to an outsider, when the music reached a crescendo, it seemed like a cacophony; but when the music was at a normal, if frenetic, pace, then it was on the whole quite beautiful sounding....if you had the tolerance for it that is.
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Note, 4 weeks later

It would have taken representatives from another nation longer to reach the Treblean capital due to its tucked away locale between all seven of its townhills. Plus, Note itself was located on a larger hill that was surrounded by a depression in the land formed by being surrounded by seven hills on the outer ring. In turn, the Trebleans did not focus on roads that were straight and orderly. Their road systems tended to follow the curvature of the hills, sometimes deviating off into copses of dense brush and sparse few but friendly, bright deciduous trees (far unlike the dark and foreboding pines that surrounded the outskirts of the nation) where the road builders might have stopped for a break, or even to, um, frolic.

Some outside nations might consider the Treblean way of life savage in quite a few of the seven surrounding outlier towns, Mezzo and the almost barbaric Castrato leaping forefront into their minds. However, Note - or Notea as a teeny-tiny faction had stuck with calling it - was a burgeoning center of "civilization" that at least had the most potential for development of any of the cities. It being the largest, and most safely ensconced, Note's citizens had - quite musically - built a wall, if you can call the hodgepodge of tarnished bronze, packed dirt and mud, and plenty of wood a proper wall. At least the Treblean builders had had the good sense to place the wood at the base and under the wall to discourage digging under it. Then, they placed the dirt and mud over that, and finished by sticking bronze into the mud on top, creating a vast, odd-looking structure that still somewhat had order in the midst of chaos.

If you were a traveling diplomat, religious cleric, minstrel, spy, or the like, you would likely find yourself in one of Note's three tavern inns eventually; the Bleeding Ear (low quality), the Lovely Lyre (middling quality), or the one where most of Note's important people of note tended to frequent, the Climactic Chorus (actually has running water that is a very closely guarded secret by the management considering the scarcity of fresh water in such a land-locked nation).

@Letter Bee

((Oh hey, 500 posts! O_o))

Hero Guard - A D&D 5e Adventure

That will be my last post until after the DM advances things.

Hero Guard - A D&D 5e Adventure

Elya eyed the newcomers to the group momentarily. What an interesting bunch of characters! She wished she could shock them all by transforming into an animal right then and there, but for whatever reason, the place in her stomach where she could focus on to transform and become different animals seemed strangely absent. Perhaps this was the gods way of trying to get her to socialize in person form for once. Well, Elya Smallpaw was not one to let the gods down in that regard! If it was socializing they wanted, it was socializing Elya gave them!

"Hello! Down here!" she exclaimed cheerily after the large half-orc joined the group. "I can't say I know much about Helm, unless you're offering us helmets! Anyhowsies, I have several talents that you all might find quite useful! Let's just see what we're up against first before I go about yapping, shall we?" She winked, seemingly unperturbed by all the larger beings standing around her in relatively close proximity.

Forgotten Worlds

@Mistiel, we have to talk. First up, what didn't you get about my post? My guys were there to build good relations and propose trade, not to boast about their land. I wanted trade; Copper and agricultural products in exchange for manufactured goods and weapons. So I don't get why you are trying to build hostilities between your nation and mine.

@Letter Bee

Alright, alright, alright, fine Mezzo is gonna be City of Assholes. Soprano's gonna want to trade with you. Castrato is going to have the males trying to setup a black market trade that the females don't know about. IDK about any of the other cities so far. Their reactions are more just like..."Cool! Bards...meh."

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Mezzo, 3 weeks later

"What is this guy's deal?" muttered the young nineteen year old as he watched the bard regaling the rest of the sturdy mostly wooden tavern with his tale of grandeur in a faraway land. The bard had been at it for over half an hour now and Trebleans of the mining, farming and even housewife persuasion were beginning to get pissed off at the guy's obvious foreign accent. One bold farmer, a rugged looking blonde man of swarthy, reddish complexion with an equally blonde scraggly beard covering most of his face, yelled out from deep in his cups. "We're Trebleans not Treblans ye fuckin' cur! Jus' where are ye from, ye tryhard miser? Ye best be watchin' yer tongue 'round here, thinkin' this faraway land o' yers is better than what we've got!" Drink made him unsteady on his feet as he turned around to totter off and leave in obvious disgust. A few tavern patrons followed suit, mostly women who somehow saw logic in his drunken rant.

@Letter Bee

What Are You Listening To?

Fantastic RP song