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I wouldn't call it a back alley scuffle.. It's more.. Uhh.. A super rough game of tag!
I wouldn't call it a back alley scuffle.. It's more.. Uhh.. A super rough game of tag!
NorthernGR
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STATUS: Always fun seeing your last status was a year ago, showing how long it was since you used the site. *sighs* 8 yrs ago
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Always fun seeing your last status was a year ago, showing how long it was since you used the site. *sighs*
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9 yrs ago
Hey you, yeah, you. You're a cool person, and I hope you have a good day/night/evening.
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9 yrs ago
I have returned to Guild, and so restarts the timer until I vanish without a word once again. As is tradition.
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10 yrs ago
*Looking at first post I ever made on RPG, it was 2 years ago.* HOW! HOW HAS IT BEEN THAT LONG!! WHAT!! HOW?!
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Heeelp... Dragon... Age origins... consuming.. SOUL... and....FREE TIME!!
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Either you're very bored or I'm very late to a post if you're checking my profile, either way, I am sorry.
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Granted, but you are completely unable to move while time is frozen.
I wish for the power to make 100 dollor bills out of 1 dollar bills.
I wish for the power to make 100 dollor bills out of 1 dollar bills.
Do whatever you feel is best! I probably should have specified. Either works really. I could see Ronken being in a such a rush that he doesn't think about the fact that she is holding onto Emma. Tugging Meryn from her grip. Or he could run with the whole group.
Write what you want, I'm cool either way!
Write what you want, I'm cool either way!
Sorry it took me a while to post. It took me a bit to figure out what Ronken could do besides sensibly running away :P
Also sorry if it's a bit long, I may have gone overboard. I finished it and only then noticed the length. So yeah, forgive me.
Soo, how long do you all think it's gonna take for Cogswall to burn to the ground?
Also sorry if it's a bit long, I may have gone overboard. I finished it and only then noticed the length. So yeah, forgive me.
Soo, how long do you all think it's gonna take for Cogswall to burn to the ground?
Ronken tightened his grip on the bag, not wishing to ever let it go. With the world's biggest smile on his face he said, "Just call me your delivery boy then."
He wasn't sure how, or when he was going to deliver the letter. A part of Ronken just wanted to take the money and run. If the guard managed to get that poll out of their ass long enough to let the strangers in then he was right as rain. But he wasn't willing to count on that. At the same time he'd had enough scuffles with them during riots to not want to charge the door. Least not now, having just spent all of last night in the ring.
It dawned on Ronken that maybe it would be a good idea to ask some questions about the job.
"So uhm, do ya have any idea how-"
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT
BANG! BANG! BANGBANG! BOOM! BOOMBOOM! BOOM!
For second time today, Ronken may have screamed then. But, again, just a bit!
This time was far worse though. By instinct he held his hands to his ears. Eyes wincing from the shock.
There it was, he had been expecting it, but a certain woman and bag of coin had distracted him. Just like a decade ago. After the alarms came the artillery. Scared the whole city witless, no one had been through it before.
Ronken didn't dare remove his hands, the canons and guns still roaring. He was practically deafened. The pounding angering his headache.
As soon as it started, the gun fire stopped. And then a second after, the canons too. His ears rang, but it had ended.
The woman still stood in front of him, seeming unmoved. He faked a laugh and said, "Bloody guns, right?"
Suddenly he was shoved from behind by some old man running by. He was going to grab him when he was shoved again. This time by some short woman. Then again, again, and again.
By the time that Ronken understood that the mob was stampeding it was too late. He had had his feet stepped on, been spun around madly, and finally pushed to the ground. He'd been in enough riots to know that falling down in a panic was a death sentence.
Punching, pushing, and fighting he managed to get up. His employer was gone, all he saw was running strangers. And all he heard was their screaming and the ringing of his own ears.
Disorientated and confused, he just started running. He shoved passerby as needed, his only care getting somewhere, anywhere, else.
Finally the crowd broke and he found himself at the door he had been huddled around not ten minutes prior.
He groaned and muttered a curse.
Snaked up and around the walls were creatures beyond Ronken's understanding. All he could make out were twisted black forms, with eyes that stared through him.
Surprisingly there were some guards still doing their freakin jobs. Sorta. They had their guns clenched tight and stood frozen at the sight of the monsters. Looked like they were gonna piss themselves.
"Don't just stand there! Shoot you idiots!!" Ronken yelled at them as he ran for door filled with, he hoped, the travelers. This hadn't been his first choice, but he thought he may as well make the best of it.
He spotted someone stumbling through the door, his eyes flickering to the a mask on their person. He sighed with relief.
Ronken ran to them and tightly grabbed their arm. He yelled, "Special delivery!!" before he shoved the crumpled letter into their chest.
And then he ran like hell with his new friend.
He really hoped that mask was brass.
He wasn't sure how, or when he was going to deliver the letter. A part of Ronken just wanted to take the money and run. If the guard managed to get that poll out of their ass long enough to let the strangers in then he was right as rain. But he wasn't willing to count on that. At the same time he'd had enough scuffles with them during riots to not want to charge the door. Least not now, having just spent all of last night in the ring.
It dawned on Ronken that maybe it would be a good idea to ask some questions about the job.
"So uhm, do ya have any idea how-"
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT
BANG! BANG! BANGBANG! BOOM! BOOMBOOM! BOOM!
For second time today, Ronken may have screamed then. But, again, just a bit!
This time was far worse though. By instinct he held his hands to his ears. Eyes wincing from the shock.
There it was, he had been expecting it, but a certain woman and bag of coin had distracted him. Just like a decade ago. After the alarms came the artillery. Scared the whole city witless, no one had been through it before.
Ronken didn't dare remove his hands, the canons and guns still roaring. He was practically deafened. The pounding angering his headache.
As soon as it started, the gun fire stopped. And then a second after, the canons too. His ears rang, but it had ended.
The woman still stood in front of him, seeming unmoved. He faked a laugh and said, "Bloody guns, right?"
Suddenly he was shoved from behind by some old man running by. He was going to grab him when he was shoved again. This time by some short woman. Then again, again, and again.
By the time that Ronken understood that the mob was stampeding it was too late. He had had his feet stepped on, been spun around madly, and finally pushed to the ground. He'd been in enough riots to know that falling down in a panic was a death sentence.
Punching, pushing, and fighting he managed to get up. His employer was gone, all he saw was running strangers. And all he heard was their screaming and the ringing of his own ears.
Disorientated and confused, he just started running. He shoved passerby as needed, his only care getting somewhere, anywhere, else.
Finally the crowd broke and he found himself at the door he had been huddled around not ten minutes prior.
He groaned and muttered a curse.
Snaked up and around the walls were creatures beyond Ronken's understanding. All he could make out were twisted black forms, with eyes that stared through him.
Surprisingly there were some guards still doing their freakin jobs. Sorta. They had their guns clenched tight and stood frozen at the sight of the monsters. Looked like they were gonna piss themselves.
"Don't just stand there! Shoot you idiots!!" Ronken yelled at them as he ran for door filled with, he hoped, the travelers. This hadn't been his first choice, but he thought he may as well make the best of it.
He spotted someone stumbling through the door, his eyes flickering to the a mask on their person. He sighed with relief.
Ronken ran to them and tightly grabbed their arm. He yelled, "Special delivery!!" before he shoved the crumpled letter into their chest.
And then he ran like hell with his new friend.
He really hoped that mask was brass.
@Mokley Well things sure kicked up! Cool stuff. Time for Ronken to beat a hasty retreat.
I'll try to post soon. Can't today because of my birthday celebration stuff and am pooped. Tomorrow is more of it but I may be able to get one out then. No promises though.
If not tomorrow then you can bet soon, I've been chomping at the bit to post.
I'll try to post soon. Can't today because of my birthday celebration stuff and am pooped. Tomorrow is more of it but I may be able to get one out then. No promises though.
If not tomorrow then you can bet soon, I've been chomping at the bit to post.
Sounds good.
Ronken's eyes tend to glaze over at the sight of money.
A tap on the shoulder and Ronken was all business. Fists clenched and body tense he turned around ready to beat off any angry Slum Demons.
He wasn't expecting the sight of a small robed figure. He was about to ask, in no uncertain terms, what the heck they wanted. And why they felt the need to bother him while he was having his fun. But before he could find his voice the figure, which he now knew as a lass, piped up.
"You look like somebody who doesn't give a shit 'bout what the hell's goin' on. I like you." She said, her voice managing to carry over the roars of the crowd.
Ronken gave a small laugh and relaxed his fists. He replied back, "I do my best ta' give off that feelin'." He eyed the lady up and down. She was grabbing for something. "You ain't so bad ya-" he trailed off us she held out a small sack, and with it he heard the sweet melody of clanking coin. With raised eyebrows and a small grin he focused on the bag.
It took him a second to realize that there was also some crummy piece of paper.
"Tellya what. There's one of those Travelers in there with a brass mask. I'll pay you double to deliver a message."
His grin broke into a smile. Maybe lady luck was about to give him a break. He wasn't sure what was being doubled, but he was willing to gamble it was enough for his debt. Or more drugs. Whichever he felt like.
Most people would probably have some questions.
Is payment on delivery or in advance, How much is the pay, Does it have to be delivered now past the guards or after once they're inside, What was in the letter, Are you single, Will this job bite me in the end at some point later in time?
Those sorts of things.
Ronken just nodded, uttered a hearty "Deal" and grabbed for the paper and bag of money.
He wasn't expecting the sight of a small robed figure. He was about to ask, in no uncertain terms, what the heck they wanted. And why they felt the need to bother him while he was having his fun. But before he could find his voice the figure, which he now knew as a lass, piped up.
"You look like somebody who doesn't give a shit 'bout what the hell's goin' on. I like you." She said, her voice managing to carry over the roars of the crowd.
Ronken gave a small laugh and relaxed his fists. He replied back, "I do my best ta' give off that feelin'." He eyed the lady up and down. She was grabbing for something. "You ain't so bad ya-" he trailed off us she held out a small sack, and with it he heard the sweet melody of clanking coin. With raised eyebrows and a small grin he focused on the bag.
It took him a second to realize that there was also some crummy piece of paper.
"Tellya what. There's one of those Travelers in there with a brass mask. I'll pay you double to deliver a message."
His grin broke into a smile. Maybe lady luck was about to give him a break. He wasn't sure what was being doubled, but he was willing to gamble it was enough for his debt. Or more drugs. Whichever he felt like.
Most people would probably have some questions.
Is payment on delivery or in advance, How much is the pay, Does it have to be delivered now past the guards or after once they're inside, What was in the letter, Are you single, Will this job bite me in the end at some point later in time?
Those sorts of things.
Ronken just nodded, uttered a hearty "Deal" and grabbed for the paper and bag of money.
No matter how much of a brute people claimed Ronken to be, let it never be said he didn't know when to run away from a fight.
He was zipping through crowded streets and dark rusting alleys. A stream of curses leaving his mouth in-between labored breaths. After hopping over a man sleeping in the street and ducking under a random jutting piece of metal coming out of a building, he went to the right of a forked path. He went a few more feet before ducking into an unlocked door, odds were on his side the structure was empty, housing was an odd subject in Cogswell.
As he ran in his eyes could faintly make out the silhouettes of tables, beds, and chairs. A house seemed as safe a guess as any.
Crouching in the dark he peeked out the door to watch for his pursuers, at the same time taking deep breaths to calm himself. He stayed near the doorway for a few tense minutes. He couldn't wait to get out of wherever he was, smelled like something died. Good chance that was the case.
Granted the streets didn't smell much better.
After another minute Ronken decided that the 'Slum Demons' had probably taken a different alley. He gave a little laugh to himself then, those guys always liked to act like they were smarter than him. And yet he was able to lead them into a bloody forked path and lose em'. If things kept up like this they wouldn't be collecting their debt any time soon. He could always find new providers.
Maybe.
Ronken then stepped out of the death scented housing, and with a smile on his lips took a deep breath of the 'fresh' air. "Yup, still bloody awfu-" The alarms started blaring and the voice started yelling, and though he would deny it, Ronken screamed. But just a bit!
The addition of the alarms managed to sour Ronken's mood pretty fast. Something about being scared witless does that to ya' he guesses. He had his hand clutched over his heart and his face looked the same as when he was cut off at a bar. In anger he yelled a hearty piss off to the announcer.
And then, for the second time today, Ronken had a great idea.
Ronken's memory wasn't what it used to be, probably had something to do with the repeated concussions and flagrant drug abuse. So you can surely imagine his surprise when he remembered something from ten years ago. He remembered it scared him then too. And more importantly he knew what it meant, and it wasn't good.
He knew the crowds would be gathering at the walls. Whether it was to sate their curiosity, protest what was to come, or to prepare themselves to defend. And a large, unruly crowd sounded about like the perfect hiding spot right now. Least til he could scrape together more of a plan.
Before he started walking, Ronken could still feel his heart slamming in his chest from the scare. And more importantly his high he'd been enjoying was wearing off too. Unstrapping his trusty 'happy bag' from his belt, he pulled out the first thing his fingers felt, the bundle of herbs and other substances looked like happyroot, if not a bit aged.
He popped it in his mouth and began his way to the nearest side of the wall. By the time he could hear the yelling and see the crowd his high was back, and with it a smile on his face.
He gradually pushed his way as far up as he could. Settling a couple yards from the front. He spotted some people brandishing signs and weapons yelling at the guards. Occasionally he went in for that sort of thing, and he may yet still, but today he felt like first finding out what was happening.
So he stood, listened for any information, and watched the chaos with a bit of glee.
He was zipping through crowded streets and dark rusting alleys. A stream of curses leaving his mouth in-between labored breaths. After hopping over a man sleeping in the street and ducking under a random jutting piece of metal coming out of a building, he went to the right of a forked path. He went a few more feet before ducking into an unlocked door, odds were on his side the structure was empty, housing was an odd subject in Cogswell.
As he ran in his eyes could faintly make out the silhouettes of tables, beds, and chairs. A house seemed as safe a guess as any.
Crouching in the dark he peeked out the door to watch for his pursuers, at the same time taking deep breaths to calm himself. He stayed near the doorway for a few tense minutes. He couldn't wait to get out of wherever he was, smelled like something died. Good chance that was the case.
Granted the streets didn't smell much better.
After another minute Ronken decided that the 'Slum Demons' had probably taken a different alley. He gave a little laugh to himself then, those guys always liked to act like they were smarter than him. And yet he was able to lead them into a bloody forked path and lose em'. If things kept up like this they wouldn't be collecting their debt any time soon. He could always find new providers.
Maybe.
Ronken then stepped out of the death scented housing, and with a smile on his lips took a deep breath of the 'fresh' air. "Yup, still bloody awfu-" The alarms started blaring and the voice started yelling, and though he would deny it, Ronken screamed. But just a bit!
The addition of the alarms managed to sour Ronken's mood pretty fast. Something about being scared witless does that to ya' he guesses. He had his hand clutched over his heart and his face looked the same as when he was cut off at a bar. In anger he yelled a hearty piss off to the announcer.
And then, for the second time today, Ronken had a great idea.
Ronken's memory wasn't what it used to be, probably had something to do with the repeated concussions and flagrant drug abuse. So you can surely imagine his surprise when he remembered something from ten years ago. He remembered it scared him then too. And more importantly he knew what it meant, and it wasn't good.
He knew the crowds would be gathering at the walls. Whether it was to sate their curiosity, protest what was to come, or to prepare themselves to defend. And a large, unruly crowd sounded about like the perfect hiding spot right now. Least til he could scrape together more of a plan.
Before he started walking, Ronken could still feel his heart slamming in his chest from the scare. And more importantly his high he'd been enjoying was wearing off too. Unstrapping his trusty 'happy bag' from his belt, he pulled out the first thing his fingers felt, the bundle of herbs and other substances looked like happyroot, if not a bit aged.
He popped it in his mouth and began his way to the nearest side of the wall. By the time he could hear the yelling and see the crowd his high was back, and with it a smile on his face.
He gradually pushed his way as far up as he could. Settling a couple yards from the front. He spotted some people brandishing signs and weapons yelling at the guards. Occasionally he went in for that sort of thing, and he may yet still, but today he felt like first finding out what was happening.
So he stood, listened for any information, and watched the chaos with a bit of glee.
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