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Creating minor NPCs is perfectly okay!
Once Aldridge gets a post up I'll work on getting mine up. o:
Once Aldridge gets a post up I'll work on getting mine up. o:
Pol Stictid
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As the light of dawn began to shine on Pol Topelia's capitol, cries of gulls and crows began to echo down from above. Birds laden with precious news began to filter across the city, making their deliveries. But while the News Coos delivered stories from other islands, the crows were garnering more buzz as they delivered their own papers: the local rag, 'Topelia Times'.
At the highest point of the city, in one of several turrets reaching towards the sky in a fortress-like castle, man sat at his desk in a clean office, window open, letting light pour on to the large potted plant flanking an organized desk. Silently dropping the paper, the man, his well built figure fitting into a dark brown military uniform, a blonde goatee around his mouth under a bald head, rubbed his forehead for a moment. The headline read 'Revolutionaries Attack Boat Carrying Medical Supplies for Epidemic! Dozens Endangered!'
Gritting his teeth, Dario Capper's sigh transformed into a snarl as he slammed his fist on his desk, snapping, "Damn them! They don't even know what they want anymore!" Ever since he'd first gotten the report, it was all that was on his mind: this was sheer terrorism! He couldn't just say nothing.
The door cracking open, a voice called, "You rang, sir?"
Dario blinked, before taking a breath, replying, "Well, I was...come in." Door opening, a man with short red hair, glasses, and a brown suit walked in. Dario said, "Nopalé, I want to give a statement to the public regarding the incident yesterday."
Nopalé confirmed, "I'll send for preparations at once."
Dario nodded, "Very good. And the Marines?"
"They're not pleased, but they've agreed not to land until we give the order," Nopalé explained.
Dario huffed, "Well, they'll just have to deal with it: we can handle this ourselves!" Bringing a hand to his beard thoughtfully, he suggested, "Have the speechwriter put in something along those lines."
"As you wish," Nopalé stated, before being waved away.
Now alone again, Dario stood, moving towards the wide window, looking out and over the city, streets only just beginning to move. As he imagined it devastated by the Revolutionary Army, he could only slam his fist into the frame, gritting his teeth.
"Not my country you animals..."
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Ostropa
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"Commander? Sir? Are you awake?"
There was a snort, then a grunt, before the answer came, "I am now..."
Throwing his legs off the edge of his bunk and sitting up with a groan, Alzac rubbed his head, scratching at his curly, pale brown hair. Stopping, he looked at his hand, which still had faint stains of blood. Cringing, he stood, stretching his sore limbs, before moving from his bunk, grabbing a black coat and throwing it over his bare torso. Finishing up with a hat fanged to look like a wolf, he asked, "What's the damage?"
The junior Revolutionary with short dark hair and glasses began, "Er, well, most everyone who was injured's been stabilized, but there's this..."
The younger girl held up a newspaper, Alzac taking it, his face contorting to anger at the headline. Throwing it aside, he grumbled, "Medical supplies!? My ass!"
That ship had been loaded with weapons, and far too many of them were primed and ready by the time the Revolutionaries had gotten there. The battle was devastating on both sides, but at the very least what weapons the Revolutionaries hadn't recovered were resting on the bottom of the ocean. The aftermath though...
Even aside from the battle, things hadn't been going well: while elsewhere, underworlds were well aware of the strange and shifty trades going down on Pol Topelia, but here? No one seemed the wiser. And since the island appeared squeaky clean, approval of Dario Capper was at a high. As far as the public knew, the only major threat was the 'evil, monstrous, Revolutionaries', while the average criminal was just waiting to be busted.
Alzac didn't want that to stand, but as things were...
Shaking his head, he pushed that thought from his mind before moving from his cabin, taking to the common area of their rather large boat, currently moored in a hidden spot on the rocky coastline nearby Ostropa. Weaving his way through the resting and wound men, he called, "Vice! Fukubei! Where..." Turning to his junior, he asked, "Livian, send someone to get them." With a nod, she headed off, Alzac continuing on, heading to the deck of the ship to await them.
---
As the morning went on, the docks of Ostropa continued to buzz with activity, ships leaving with the island's quality ore and minerals while more came in with a variety of goods from all over the South Blue and beyond.
Bumming around the alleyways a ways away from the docks, however, was a lone girl. Her shoulders were slumped, pink hair flowing over them. Her purple eyes were lidded, her face sunken as she shambled. She wore a light white coat with red trim and cuffs over a short-sleeved white shirt and blue shorts, while an iron rod was kept across her back.
Looking to the sky, she took a breath, before grumbling, "What did I do earlier today again..?"
Letting out a cry of frustration, Claribel Donner moaned, "I don't remember anything! Have I even eaten yet!? Today is so boring!" Poking at her stomach, it didn't answer her back, so apparently she had indeed eaten.
Then maybe...it was her that was boring? As if to try and answer her own question, she suggested, "Maybe I should punch the next person I see." She then mumbled, "No, that wouldn't work..." Letting out a sigh, she continued on her aimless path.
As she moved on, a watching eye peered from beyond a cracked open door...
---
As the light of dawn began to shine on Pol Topelia's capitol, cries of gulls and crows began to echo down from above. Birds laden with precious news began to filter across the city, making their deliveries. But while the News Coos delivered stories from other islands, the crows were garnering more buzz as they delivered their own papers: the local rag, 'Topelia Times'.
At the highest point of the city, in one of several turrets reaching towards the sky in a fortress-like castle, man sat at his desk in a clean office, window open, letting light pour on to the large potted plant flanking an organized desk. Silently dropping the paper, the man, his well built figure fitting into a dark brown military uniform, a blonde goatee around his mouth under a bald head, rubbed his forehead for a moment. The headline read 'Revolutionaries Attack Boat Carrying Medical Supplies for Epidemic! Dozens Endangered!'
Gritting his teeth, Dario Capper's sigh transformed into a snarl as he slammed his fist on his desk, snapping, "Damn them! They don't even know what they want anymore!" Ever since he'd first gotten the report, it was all that was on his mind: this was sheer terrorism! He couldn't just say nothing.
The door cracking open, a voice called, "You rang, sir?"
Dario blinked, before taking a breath, replying, "Well, I was...come in." Door opening, a man with short red hair, glasses, and a brown suit walked in. Dario said, "Nopalé, I want to give a statement to the public regarding the incident yesterday."
Nopalé confirmed, "I'll send for preparations at once."
Dario nodded, "Very good. And the Marines?"
"They're not pleased, but they've agreed not to land until we give the order," Nopalé explained.
Dario huffed, "Well, they'll just have to deal with it: we can handle this ourselves!" Bringing a hand to his beard thoughtfully, he suggested, "Have the speechwriter put in something along those lines."
"As you wish," Nopalé stated, before being waved away.
Now alone again, Dario stood, moving towards the wide window, looking out and over the city, streets only just beginning to move. As he imagined it devastated by the Revolutionary Army, he could only slam his fist into the frame, gritting his teeth.
"Not my country you animals..."
---
Ostropa
---
"Commander? Sir? Are you awake?"
There was a snort, then a grunt, before the answer came, "I am now..."
Throwing his legs off the edge of his bunk and sitting up with a groan, Alzac rubbed his head, scratching at his curly, pale brown hair. Stopping, he looked at his hand, which still had faint stains of blood. Cringing, he stood, stretching his sore limbs, before moving from his bunk, grabbing a black coat and throwing it over his bare torso. Finishing up with a hat fanged to look like a wolf, he asked, "What's the damage?"
The junior Revolutionary with short dark hair and glasses began, "Er, well, most everyone who was injured's been stabilized, but there's this..."
The younger girl held up a newspaper, Alzac taking it, his face contorting to anger at the headline. Throwing it aside, he grumbled, "Medical supplies!? My ass!"
That ship had been loaded with weapons, and far too many of them were primed and ready by the time the Revolutionaries had gotten there. The battle was devastating on both sides, but at the very least what weapons the Revolutionaries hadn't recovered were resting on the bottom of the ocean. The aftermath though...
Even aside from the battle, things hadn't been going well: while elsewhere, underworlds were well aware of the strange and shifty trades going down on Pol Topelia, but here? No one seemed the wiser. And since the island appeared squeaky clean, approval of Dario Capper was at a high. As far as the public knew, the only major threat was the 'evil, monstrous, Revolutionaries', while the average criminal was just waiting to be busted.
Alzac didn't want that to stand, but as things were...
Shaking his head, he pushed that thought from his mind before moving from his cabin, taking to the common area of their rather large boat, currently moored in a hidden spot on the rocky coastline nearby Ostropa. Weaving his way through the resting and wound men, he called, "Vice! Fukubei! Where..." Turning to his junior, he asked, "Livian, send someone to get them." With a nod, she headed off, Alzac continuing on, heading to the deck of the ship to await them.
---
As the morning went on, the docks of Ostropa continued to buzz with activity, ships leaving with the island's quality ore and minerals while more came in with a variety of goods from all over the South Blue and beyond.
Bumming around the alleyways a ways away from the docks, however, was a lone girl. Her shoulders were slumped, pink hair flowing over them. Her purple eyes were lidded, her face sunken as she shambled. She wore a light white coat with red trim and cuffs over a short-sleeved white shirt and blue shorts, while an iron rod was kept across her back.
Looking to the sky, she took a breath, before grumbling, "What did I do earlier today again..?"
Letting out a cry of frustration, Claribel Donner moaned, "I don't remember anything! Have I even eaten yet!? Today is so boring!" Poking at her stomach, it didn't answer her back, so apparently she had indeed eaten.
Then maybe...it was her that was boring? As if to try and answer her own question, she suggested, "Maybe I should punch the next person I see." She then mumbled, "No, that wouldn't work..." Letting out a sigh, she continued on her aimless path.
As she moved on, a watching eye peered from beyond a cracked open door...
IC is up! O:
@Tendo and @Crimson Lion, I'm not sure exactly how you want Alex and Vice to meet, so feel free to come up with something together or wing it!
@Aldridge, since the employer character is a little bit more important now, I'll be playing him, but you can have Kohl get word of a job! Some shifty fellow pointing him along or some such. o:
And yeah, feel free to ask if you have any questions or concerns, or give me any ideas you have.
@Tendo and @Crimson Lion, I'm not sure exactly how you want Alex and Vice to meet, so feel free to come up with something together or wing it!
@Aldridge, since the employer character is a little bit more important now, I'll be playing him, but you can have Kohl get word of a job! Some shifty fellow pointing him along or some such. o:
And yeah, feel free to ask if you have any questions or concerns, or give me any ideas you have.
I have work the next two days, but I'll do what I can to get it done. I managed one part of it earlier before work so yeah. o:
Yeah, I agree, that makes more sense!
@Tendo Okay, duly noted.
I'm going to start the IC today, and hopefully have it up by tomorrow morning at latest (if Hillan's sheet is done), but for now I'll share my ideas.
Basically, both groups will be involved in two parts of the same situation, though they won't really bump in to each other.
Kohl gets a job, however, he's unwittingly employed by a man working under Don Calliote, who has exploited Chester's debt to have him go on the job as well, which needless to say is less than legal.
Meanwhile, the Revolutionary Army is in a pinch, and has a number of wounded. Vice is sent off to retrieve some supplies while another NPC is sent to find a doctor who might be willing to work for them, finding Alex, though we can swap the places of the NPC and Vice if desired.
Oh, and Claribel is doing Claribel things, I guess. :B
That should set up the First Act, which could go pretty quickly.
I'm going to start the IC today, and hopefully have it up by tomorrow morning at latest (if Hillan's sheet is done), but for now I'll share my ideas.
Basically, both groups will be involved in two parts of the same situation, though they won't really bump in to each other.
Kohl gets a job, however, he's unwittingly employed by a man working under Don Calliote, who has exploited Chester's debt to have him go on the job as well, which needless to say is less than legal.
Meanwhile, the Revolutionary Army is in a pinch, and has a number of wounded. Vice is sent off to retrieve some supplies while another NPC is sent to find a doctor who might be willing to work for them, finding Alex, though we can swap the places of the NPC and Vice if desired.
Oh, and Claribel is doing Claribel things, I guess. :B
That should set up the First Act, which could go pretty quickly.
Okay, so we have most of the sheets, but I think we can start talking about how all those plot threads are going to intermingle.
First I'm going to list off some NPCs on Pol Topelia from the sheets:
Dario Capper, dictator of Pol Topelia.
Don Calliote, criminal boss @Hillan's character, Chester, has some debts to pay to.
Alzac, member of the Revolutionary Army and current commander of @Tendo's character, Vice.
An unnamed doctor whom Alex, @Crimson Lion's character is looking for, possibly famous.
@Aldridge's character, Kohl might have an employer of some kind. Maybe he'll start of getting a job of some kind.
Now for the first act, I talked about it a little above, but I'm thinking about having it end with there being two groups. I'm currently leaning towards Claribel with Chester and Kohl, and Vice with Alex (and Alzac). And can explain my ideas to make that so, but if anyone has some objections or other makeups, let me know!
Also, as far as those NPC go, I think I'll be controlling the doctor Alex is looking for, Dario, and Don Calliote (though Hillan can if he wants). Kohl's employer seems pretty minor right now, so Aldridge can probably control him. The question is Alzac: Tendo, would you rather control him or let me control him? The latter might be easier.
First I'm going to list off some NPCs on Pol Topelia from the sheets:
Dario Capper, dictator of Pol Topelia.
Don Calliote, criminal boss @Hillan's character, Chester, has some debts to pay to.
Alzac, member of the Revolutionary Army and current commander of @Tendo's character, Vice.
An unnamed doctor whom Alex, @Crimson Lion's character is looking for, possibly famous.
@Aldridge's character, Kohl might have an employer of some kind. Maybe he'll start of getting a job of some kind.
Now for the first act, I talked about it a little above, but I'm thinking about having it end with there being two groups. I'm currently leaning towards Claribel with Chester and Kohl, and Vice with Alex (and Alzac). And can explain my ideas to make that so, but if anyone has some objections or other makeups, let me know!
Also, as far as those NPC go, I think I'll be controlling the doctor Alex is looking for, Dario, and Don Calliote (though Hillan can if he wants). Kohl's employer seems pretty minor right now, so Aldridge can probably control him. The question is Alzac: Tendo, would you rather control him or let me control him? The latter might be easier.
Okay! So, we've got two sheets, and the other two are probably going to complete by tomorrow, so I think now's a good time to say some of my thoughts for the Pol Topelia arc. If you have ideas or suggestions, then please, add! Anyway, I'm hoping to divide the arc into three separate acts.
The first act will be the establishing one. All our characters will be introduced, the setting laid out, some plot things will probably happen, etc. My hopes are that by the end of it, the characters IC are split into two groups of allies, and everyone will have had a fight. Nothing much challenge wise, but enough to get them to show off their abilities and help solidify how everyone writes their characters fighting style.
The second one will have more of the plot as the situation on the island heats up, but by the end I'm hoping that the crew has all met up and is working towards a common goal, though not necessarily under the same flag quite yet. And probably more fights.
The last act will be the climax, wrapping up all the character's plotlines and the Topelia situation, with some more serious fights, before the crew is formed and they move on to the next adventure.
We're still waiting for the last sheets, but while I work on the IC, I'm hoping that we can discuss when and where the character plotlines are going to mingle and cross with the overall plot. We'll go into more detail later but that's my current idea.
The first act will be the establishing one. All our characters will be introduced, the setting laid out, some plot things will probably happen, etc. My hopes are that by the end of it, the characters IC are split into two groups of allies, and everyone will have had a fight. Nothing much challenge wise, but enough to get them to show off their abilities and help solidify how everyone writes their characters fighting style.
The second one will have more of the plot as the situation on the island heats up, but by the end I'm hoping that the crew has all met up and is working towards a common goal, though not necessarily under the same flag quite yet. And probably more fights.
The last act will be the climax, wrapping up all the character's plotlines and the Topelia situation, with some more serious fights, before the crew is formed and they move on to the next adventure.
We're still waiting for the last sheets, but while I work on the IC, I'm hoping that we can discuss when and where the character plotlines are going to mingle and cross with the overall plot. We'll go into more detail later but that's my current idea.
We've got one accepted Swordsman character and one pretty much about to be accepted Shipwright character, but I wouldn't mind seeing another set of eyes on this!
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