Oliver

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan blushed slightly and grinned in an almost relieved fashion, showing a few missing teeth. He was glad that Jameson hadn't mocked his lack of magical ability or more impressive skills. "I took my father's hunting bow with me. If we need it, I can hunt for us... though I would not count on finding very much." He offered, hoping that he'd have a chance to prove himself useful to the group.

@xChrome

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

"I have eaten stranger things," Said Ivan, mimicking Robart's shrug. "But the animal is not yours or mine. It is the caravan master's. He would not kill it, yes?"

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

"Vhere? You think we can find anything in this fog?" Ivan asked the masked man, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head skeptically. "Beside, I do not think we can leave this... this..." The word Ivan was looking for was 'sphere', but he didn't know how to say that in Common, so he just gestured to the magic dome.
@Sombrero

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Indeed @ArenaSnow

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan looked down, biting his lip as he mentally went down the list of things he could do. He wasn't magic or anything, but back in his old village while he was living with his father, he used to pick pockets to help with the costs of food and medicine. He actually got quite good at that indeed. He'd never been caught, to say the least. But would it be a good idea to share that particular talent with the caravan? They might not trust him much if they found out he was a thief. No, he had to think of something else. "I can shoot a bow..." He said uncertainly. He'd gone hunting with his father a couple of times, and had been praised for his excellent aim. He wasn't sure if it was quite as impressive as magic, but it was better than admitting to his feelings of uselessness.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Sure! Sorry for all the confusion. My reading comprehension isn't very good.
Anyways, on with the RP.
@ArenaSnow

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

The sound of the rain suddenly stopped. Ivan hadn't expected the storm to cease so soon. It seemed odd, so he walked out to check on the situation only to find the caravan and a small area around it surrounded by a faint blue glow, as though they were inside some sort of globe. "Vat happened? This is some sort of wizardry?" He asked, looking around. The storm still raged on outside the dome, and the caravan and horse were still stuck deep in the mud, but at the very least it kept the rain off.

Death In The Air

Ivan walked back to the others, looking out the window down at the boy he'd run into at the Video Store. It seemed like they were slowly forming a party of sorts. First Ivan stumbled across these lovely chaps, now the young man with the falcon had followed. Glancing up at the horizon and noticing the sun setting, he carefully backed away from the window. He'd come to fear nighttime since the virus, which was perfectly reasonable if one thought about it.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

>Expects a tiny group of people given the IC launch and small amount of accepted peeps
>Mauled by Character Sheets
>As they say in gaming, GG

<Snipped quote by Oliver>

Besides the fact Baldur and the caravan master are going to look like grandparents in the midst of this group, the caravan master doesn't particularly care how old anyone who joins is (and he can sympathize with the limp), which means... welcome to the caravan :)

Edit: Just a clarification, this world's 100% separate from the real-world. For the sake of keeping things simple, English is known as Common and is used by most of the world's inhabitants.

@ArenaSnow

@ArenaSnow

Ah, sorry! I completely missed the edit and made a shitload of assumptions that I probably shouldn't have.
...I've just noticed that a couple of other characters have taken real world inspirations for their characters, like Jameson, who seems to be based off the Antebellum South.
Well, assuming there's an equivalent to English, there's probably an equivalent to Russian....? Maybe? I'm just making excuses here, I don't wanna go schlep back and edit all my posts...

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan curled up on the floor of the caravan, clearing his sore throat as he took out a handkerchief and started cleaning the mud off his bare feet and legs. He still felt bad about being the only one unable to help. If he was just a little older and stronger, surely he could have been of some use... He sighed, cursing under his breath.
"Блядь"
"бог чертовски подери"
"Я бесполезно, не так ли?"
He got up and started pacing back and forth, still muttering words of self deprecation to himself until he started biting his knuckles, forcing himself to quiet down.