Funny part is that sometimes things will go bat shit insane and the GM will get frustrated because it's broken their story preparations, even if it turns out to be a good idea. 
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Alyon sat there against the tree and watched Fraya as she stepped towards the open and desolate wasteland. Fraya's expression alone was enough to see that she was severely distressed by what she was observing. A sterile land, a place that was simply absent of life itself bar the few corpse pickers of creatures. It almost looked like a cancer when compared to the beautiful forest that they have been venturing through recently.
For Alyon, she felt very disheartened and foolish. Her dream, her aspiration, her desire was to obtain an Artifact and now that same Artifact had revealed it's full hand. The apparent power that one of these devices could produce was simply unimaginable. To think that something could have the ability to poison a landscape so much that even after a decade nothing looked like it was beginning to grow. Alyon could see why the Woodland Spirit was angered by the presence of humans. How many humans did it encounter during it's time? After a while one would see them as a greedy species if they continually tried to take what they didn't understand.
She took a deep breath and smile gently in reminiscence of what she had been through over the past week or so before speaking up, "I agree with Fraya. We need to see this stone." She put her hands on the ground and repositioned her body so that she was a bit more comfortable. The feeling in her leg was beginning to return but it would still be a little while longer. "Fraya is living proof that something is amiss. If she was a part of a species that desired destruction then why would they go to the same effort of preserving one of their own kind. Even after death their bodies were cremated. It just does not add up."
The spirit turned towards Alyon as it somewhat understood where she was coming from. In it's expression Alyon could see that it was still harbouring distrust towards the her, but the distrust for a race and the distrust for an individual were two completely different things. "You will be able to travel there in the morning when the toxins have left your body."
For Alyon, she felt very disheartened and foolish. Her dream, her aspiration, her desire was to obtain an Artifact and now that same Artifact had revealed it's full hand. The apparent power that one of these devices could produce was simply unimaginable. To think that something could have the ability to poison a landscape so much that even after a decade nothing looked like it was beginning to grow. Alyon could see why the Woodland Spirit was angered by the presence of humans. How many humans did it encounter during it's time? After a while one would see them as a greedy species if they continually tried to take what they didn't understand.
She took a deep breath and smile gently in reminiscence of what she had been through over the past week or so before speaking up, "I agree with Fraya. We need to see this stone." She put her hands on the ground and repositioned her body so that she was a bit more comfortable. The feeling in her leg was beginning to return but it would still be a little while longer. "Fraya is living proof that something is amiss. If she was a part of a species that desired destruction then why would they go to the same effort of preserving one of their own kind. Even after death their bodies were cremated. It just does not add up."
The spirit turned towards Alyon as it somewhat understood where she was coming from. In it's expression Alyon could see that it was still harbouring distrust towards the her, but the distrust for a race and the distrust for an individual were two completely different things. "You will be able to travel there in the morning when the toxins have left your body."
This is also a bit of what I will call reactionary posting, meaning people will respond to something presented to them, rather than taking a bit of a lead.
Eg: you see some keys on a desk that are for a nearby door. The other player then also notices the keys. You them take the keys and open the door, entering the room. The other player follows.
I can go on for a bit longer, but these sort of follower players are hard to manage because they never really do much other than appear in the RP and the story doesn't generate around them because they aren't really getting involved.
Eg: you see some keys on a desk that are for a nearby door. The other player then also notices the keys. You them take the keys and open the door, entering the room. The other player follows.
I can go on for a bit longer, but these sort of follower players are hard to manage because they never really do much other than appear in the RP and the story doesn't generate around them because they aren't really getting involved.
Apparently I'm 72% and they recommend that I get councilling...
Not my fault I both work in retail and view some people as complete morons. People that drive 50 in a 70 zone, people that blow up a brand new chainsaw because they didn't add ANY oil and the ones that come in and abuse you because they're having a bad day and you're the poor sucker.
So ex-cuuuuse you Mr 72%.
Not my fault I both work in retail and view some people as complete morons. People that drive 50 in a 70 zone, people that blow up a brand new chainsaw because they didn't add ANY oil and the ones that come in and abuse you because they're having a bad day and you're the poor sucker.
So ex-cuuuuse you Mr 72%.
Fraya is a legendary Pokemon. xD
Also decided to add a glossary for creatures we create in the Character tab. (Yes it's only 1 so far besides yours xD)
Also decided to add a glossary for creatures we create in the Character tab. (Yes it's only 1 so far besides yours xD)
Upon hearing Fraya's stern threat the Woodland Spirit lowered itself down towards her face and eyed her off, trying to see if it recognised the body structure and features of the creature that she was. "If you are indeed an 'Old One' then you of all creatures should know about the Stone of Blight. It was your race that created it in the first place."
The Spirit turned towards Alyon, noticing that she was now sitting up on the branch unwrapping the vines from around her leg. It made little effort to care about her actions knowing that the paralysis would only last a few more hours and thus she wasn't a high threat. "Ever since the 'Old Ones' created their Artifacts humans have always been tempted by their power. For centuries they searched for what they do not understand and continually interfere with the balance that was set a lifetime ago. Artifacts, like the Stone of Blight, should not be allowed to enter into the hands of a human, and for over ten winters I have been protecting this stone ever since I caught that wretched human trying to steal it."
Carefully he reached up towards Alyon grabbing her by the chest and lowering her to the ground. "I have no intention of harming a human, especially if that human has befriended an 'Old One'." He lowered Alyon to the ground and let her stumble her way towards the edge of the tree so she could prop herself up. "A dual with an 'Old One' over the life of a human," it chucked to itself, "Now that would be a sight to behold."
Alyon finally spoke up, demanding an answer from the Woodland Spirit, "I don't understand, you tell us that you don't want any human to take this 'stone' but you have not told me, or Fraya at any point what this stone can do!"
The Woodland Spirit growled at what it believed to be Alyon's ignorance as it turned towards the edge of the forest and held out it's arms. The trees in the direction it was facing all bowed away, leaving a long passageway for the three of them to look down. It followed up by breathing a large, heavy gust of air that expelled the glow from within it's body, revealing that it's light was created by a hive of fireflies that lived within the spirit's woody structure. As the insects flew off into the distance the landscape began to light up. Fraya and Alyon watched as they witnessed a desolate wasteland with a large rocky formation in the center, and sitting proudly on top of this formation was a tower, a possible part of the crypt that laid below.
"This is what happened 10 years ago when that wretched human attempted to take the stone"
The Spirit turned towards Alyon, noticing that she was now sitting up on the branch unwrapping the vines from around her leg. It made little effort to care about her actions knowing that the paralysis would only last a few more hours and thus she wasn't a high threat. "Ever since the 'Old Ones' created their Artifacts humans have always been tempted by their power. For centuries they searched for what they do not understand and continually interfere with the balance that was set a lifetime ago. Artifacts, like the Stone of Blight, should not be allowed to enter into the hands of a human, and for over ten winters I have been protecting this stone ever since I caught that wretched human trying to steal it."
Carefully he reached up towards Alyon grabbing her by the chest and lowering her to the ground. "I have no intention of harming a human, especially if that human has befriended an 'Old One'." He lowered Alyon to the ground and let her stumble her way towards the edge of the tree so she could prop herself up. "A dual with an 'Old One' over the life of a human," it chucked to itself, "Now that would be a sight to behold."
Alyon finally spoke up, demanding an answer from the Woodland Spirit, "I don't understand, you tell us that you don't want any human to take this 'stone' but you have not told me, or Fraya at any point what this stone can do!"
The Woodland Spirit growled at what it believed to be Alyon's ignorance as it turned towards the edge of the forest and held out it's arms. The trees in the direction it was facing all bowed away, leaving a long passageway for the three of them to look down. It followed up by breathing a large, heavy gust of air that expelled the glow from within it's body, revealing that it's light was created by a hive of fireflies that lived within the spirit's woody structure. As the insects flew off into the distance the landscape began to light up. Fraya and Alyon watched as they witnessed a desolate wasteland with a large rocky formation in the center, and sitting proudly on top of this formation was a tower, a possible part of the crypt that laid below.
"This is what happened 10 years ago when that wretched human attempted to take the stone"
Heh, was looking round for images for the Anime Redline and came across this:
It's similar to how I thought Madi's may look. xD
It's similar to how I thought Madi's may look. xD
Yeah, that's the beauty about a 1x1. If you're having a conversation you can keep it short to have back and forth banter. xD
Short post but should be enough to keep things moving
The tree spirit, holding Alyon, turned to Fraya and looked at her with curiosity. It lifted it's arm towards the trees and gently let go of the human, just as the vines began to wrap themselves around one of the branches. Alyon hung there upside down unable to do much other than watch what was about to unfold.
"And what sort of creature are you to be travelling with a wretched human?" it spoke with a gravely, judgemental tone. It stepped towards Fraya, close enough to be towering over the girl while also gently lighting up the front of her face from the spiritual flame inside it's body. "Do you too want to take the Stone of Blight from the cursed land?"
While the two were confronting each other, Alyon reached around and grab her hunter's knife. Using as much strength as possible she lifted her body up and reached towards the branch in order to grab it. As she held on, she placed the edge of the knife onto the vine that was extending down towards her leg and began to run the blade back and forth over the soft, woody surface.
The vine broke and the bottom of her body fell limp as she held onto the branch. Using the remainder of her strength she pulled herself up onto the branch and rested against the trunk of the tree before gently unwrapping the paralysing tentacle that had grabbed a hold of her earlier that evening. All she had to do now was wait for the feeling to return to her leg.
"And what sort of creature are you to be travelling with a wretched human?" it spoke with a gravely, judgemental tone. It stepped towards Fraya, close enough to be towering over the girl while also gently lighting up the front of her face from the spiritual flame inside it's body. "Do you too want to take the Stone of Blight from the cursed land?"
While the two were confronting each other, Alyon reached around and grab her hunter's knife. Using as much strength as possible she lifted her body up and reached towards the branch in order to grab it. As she held on, she placed the edge of the knife onto the vine that was extending down towards her leg and began to run the blade back and forth over the soft, woody surface.
The vine broke and the bottom of her body fell limp as she held onto the branch. Using the remainder of her strength she pulled herself up onto the branch and rested against the trunk of the tree before gently unwrapping the paralysing tentacle that had grabbed a hold of her earlier that evening. All she had to do now was wait for the feeling to return to her leg.
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