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Even a short post helps to move the story along. It shows that there is still interest in this. Do I smell hesitation on Moros wanting to participate?

Either way, I enjoy seeing what people post on the story.
As before, I can wait for a couple posts before I continue in the IC. I have a few things as prep work to prepare in advance. The sins I suffer for having a quiet character at the moment. Seeing as the person I wanted to interrogate ask questions vanished into the crowd already.

It's a little concerning when you have to remind us that we aren't killers. I mean, everyone here knows that we are here to help and protect, right?
I was the last person who posted still, so I'm just sitting around. I'm sure genius posts from others takes time to write. On a side note, it's fun to see how fast things can get off track.

Can't tell if I post too much or the average is 1-2 posts a day...
@BurningCold Give this man a cookie, maybe spring for a piece of cake.

I'm gonna roll with it anyways, but in a world where Song Knights are well known, its kind of hilarious that at any time a common civilian can just question us and everyone replies with weapons and anger. I guess we must be the equivalent of the mafia. We say protect, but imply that we require protection fees. Mary isn't getting a free pass here, not by a long shot. However, 5 Song Knights responded to the threat in a record time, obliterating the threat. Small girl raises a question, "The Song Knights are scum because they couldn't be omniscience about every life that was in the area during their record 20 second fight."

I'm not trying to make this hateful, and apologize if it comes off that way. I guess OOC is a good place to question the silliness of this.
Note: I'm not sure if this should stay up, so I'm prepared to remove it if asked.
Randar Xenil



Cothyl was running quickly, on his way back to Randar. "If I see him cry, he's not gonna live this down.", he continued to mutter to no one. He was ready to give a verbal tongue lashing when he heard a voice ring out. It seems the colorful wanna-be skeleton wasn't too happy about this either. He picked up the pace, easily moving through the gaps in the crowd. Being small rocked at moments like this. He easily reached Randar and was amazed at the pitiful display he was giving.

Cothyl quickly dashed in front of him, speaking quickly. "So, this is the respect you all have? You do realize that a Behemoth appeared and before you could realize what happened, we took it down. As the skeleton girl said, a few casualties are far better than the destruction it would have caused if we weren't here. In all this confusion, you decided to trust some voice in the crowd? Put the weapons down, we did exactly what we were supposed to do." This wasn't carefully worded, he didn't care. They should be lucky he knew better than to punch the sense back into these people.

Randar was overwhelmed, until these people jumped in. The drunk was pissed, and so was Cothyl. He got up, why was he apologizing to these people? He stood up, ready to handle this. He took a deep breath and replied, "The magic I used was merely to soothe this angry mob. My magic can not in any way cause people to pass out. You dare to call a Song Knight a necromancer? We have Spirits that come in many shapes and sizes, everyone knows this. Or did you forget the Song Knight that bravely jumped in front of the cart, willing to take a boulder for the life of another? I wanted to have a calm discussion, but it seems you are ready to blame everything around you. Also, that fool on the boulder was Mary Stradford, everyone knows her. She pulls stunts like this all the time, probably wanted to enter with a splash. So, you still trust the confused words of the small girl?" He may be the smallest one here, but he felt like he was standing tall.

With an air of authority, he motioned for the crowd to part. He knew they probably wouldn't listen to him anyways. He was doing that speech as much for himself as it was for them. He wanted to talk to the mysterious girl that started this. After all, she seems to have known a lot despite how fast it happened and how little anyone here knew what happened. He walked over to the collapsed girl and knelt down on one knee, checking to see if she had a pulse or was injured. He still had time, and he had plenty of questions to ask.
Thanks, Now I have to retroactively clean up my previous posts. Kudos for the help, it was easy to use and super simple. Now to plaster my lovable face everywhere.
@KoL Perhaps I should be clear. When I strike a line out, it's more a joke to not be taken seriously. I'm actually enjoying how this is playing out. I guess I was playing a bit by ear to get a good feeling of how this was going game play wise. Please, continue throwing the curve balls, I love a good twist in a story. Besides, this surprisingly still manages to be a good thing in disguise for Randar as I think about it. It turns out that he's gonna be sneaking away in the confusion once again

On a side note, how are you guys getting the picture thing for the top of every IC post? I like how they are all the same size and in a circle. I know, rookie question, but I'm still pretty new to forum games.
Yeah, this was such an odd situation. All the pieces happened to fall in such a way that it happened. I mean, what are the odds that the crowd would turn hostile at the same time he sent his Spirit away to handle the Behemoth? There is a lesson to learn from this, never do the exact actions that led up to this moment again. My thanks to KoL, I never thought I would have a character pushed so hard on his personality so early on. I should be mad, but I'm having a blast. How dare you challenge people to play in character embarrassingly so? I'm a little concerned at the lack of action so far, it's not gonna be pretty if this keeps up much longer...
It's up. If you were expecting a heroic moment, then join me for a while and we can look for it together.

Randar is in over his head, literally. Angry place, time for someone to do stuff before the blood starts flying.
Randar Xenil



In his mind, this was going great. He was doing his best to lead a crowd away from danger and keeping them from panicking. He was probably gonna be praised for this, shouldn't be too much work to slip away as the glory hounds come in seeking their share of the fame. After all, everyone made good decisions and handled this pretty well, all things considered. This was sadly not how it happened though.

Randar was lost in his tune pleased that things were going well, until a small child's voice was heard. She was discrediting the Song Knights, and worse than that, Randar's attempts to help. He knew that tampering with citizens minds was frowned on, so he was using a weak area calming tune. It was no match for the crowd's quickly growing anger, as he was realizing fairly quick. He turned around, finding himself surrounded by an angry mob arming themselves with nearby weapons.

He felt small, smaller than he already was. He was attempting to retreat into his coat, memories of bullies surfacing in his mind. He glanced to his now missing Spirit, Cothyl. He felt so alone right now, helpless and ready to panic. "I wasn't trying to hurt anyone here, I- I was just trying to..." was all he could stammer out, his voice being lost quickly in the growing sound of the crowd. He couldn't see or hear any of the other Song Knights due to his small size, he was being overwhelmed by the cries of anger and threats slung at him.

Cothyl was ready to fight the Behemoth, but it was over before he could do anything. "At least put up a fight if you were so scary" he quickly said to no one in particular. He was considering where Randar went, when he heard the small girl's voice. He knew where this was going, and was rushing to protect Randar from what was about to happen. "Sometimes I wonder which of us is protecting the other" he continued to mumble as he navigated towards the sounds of the crowd. He knew better than to actually fight them, but he wanted to make sure they didn't dare touch Randar.

Randar was falling apart, why don't they understand? He just wanted to find Cothyl and retreat to an alley way, but that was the worst idea he had in a while. Someone, anyone, save him from this abuse. He didn't want attention, not like this. He was trying his best to come up with something to help the situation, but his mind was drawing a blank. He was facing a shut down in his mind, so much for going unnoticed.
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