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The Silver Dagger

What Humans lack in numbers or Strength, they make up for in Will.

Ro'en was in for a rude awakening when the wagon stopped and a wooden barrel tumbled off it's kin, landing on his foot. Thankfully, it was empty, having just refilled the cellars of the local tavern. He roused from his short sleep, the inkling of dawn touched his eyes and he hopped off the cart, tipping his hat to the driver - along with the crossing of a single copper coin to his palm as farewell. Not much, but he felt obliged to reward anyone who saved him the effort of walking the mile.

As the clattering of hooves took off behind him, he soon found himself in the midst of the day's bustle. The tedious winding streets of the near future beckoned him to take a swing from his canteen, but common sense cautioned against it, l'est he got lost again.

It didn't take long before he found the building he was looking for, the banner outside made it all the easier. The silver dagger's establishment. Though it was not as ...sturdy, as he thought it would look. It was rickety, well, maybe not, but it was made entirely of planks and boards as far as he could tell. Even the auctioneer's house had some stone in the walls. Comparing the insignia of the letter he pulled out of his coat to the banner once more, this was indeed the place.

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At the door stood three people, two females one male. The first woman had axes strapped to her back and looked like she had been pillaging bushes and eating raw meat for awhile. A notion he could come to terms with. The male knocking on the door was not too unlike her either, maybe they were a couple. The second, more civillized female had the looks of someone from the more academic parts of the town. Maybe a scholar? Ro'en started approaching the door himself, though it might have been his imagination but when he passed the first woman, he almost heard a low hum coming from her axes. It made him stop for a moment and glance at them briefly, then when the male's hand left the door in pause - he looked back, reached out and pushed the door's handle, letting himself in.

The Silver Dagger

It's fIne. I'll have to settle for it being somekind of hollowed metal baton contraption, I'm sure he will have some use to it - If not, crack some skulls with it.

Looking to the Ic.

The Silver Dagger

That is totally alright, real life has a way of creeping up on ...erm more important matters. Lol. No need to aplogise for any of it.

I written tad more than I wanted to for a "short post", so used to writing long posts (a habit I should cut down on).

The Silver Dagger

7. As long as you're not using guns and cannons

@Jester

God damnit.

...Be right back!

My Hider

Though, Renaissance had the culverin. I pressume something similar to that or like that would be alright?

The Silver Dagger

I have made the post of a character. Let me know if there are any horrible mistakes I made and I will work to change them.

The Silver Dagger

Name: Ro'en Vessen
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Description: The burly but lean individual stands at a modest height, taller than the average male but not staggeringly so. His dark brown hair is of a medium length, swept back away from his forehead and girds his face generously with a bristly mane and sideburns. His similarly coal coloured irises sheen with an unnatural gleam, especially under the shadow of his wide brimmed hat, in stark contrast to his pale almost-sickly skin.

This day he dons a suave outfit of a thin hide coat, with high collars and a swallow-tail hem. Trousers, gloves and boots all of similar material and hue. His shirt is lightly stained from the concoctions of leaked vials, many of which he has refilled and still carry. But the most prominent item on his person still remains the contraption holstered to his belt, a long, barrelled piece almost as lengthy as an arm with a wooden handle frilleegreed with metal - brass, by the looks of it. Some would recognize it as imported from the eastern lands, but even fewer would know what it did.

Occupation: The Local Alchemist, owns the Raven's Knock reagent shoppe.

By Candlelight

Moonlight poured through fractured glass into a dusty room. The dim glow of quaintly lit candles danced across a cluttered desk, where a shivering figure hunched over with a quil in hand. Shadows flickered across the walls with every gust and the noise of paper being scratched has incessantly gone on for the past two hours, barely muffled by the cold wind that howled through the boughs of the barren trees outside., Only once in awhile did everything take on an eerie silence, when for the briefest moments he contemplated on a bloodstained spot of the floor.

It was exactly two months ago when in this very study, that a bloody battle occured, one of the monsters that this town has stood vigilantly against had made it past the walls and intruded into the privacy of a home in it's thirst for blood. It was just his rotten luck that he had built his livelihood along the outskirts far removed from the neighbourhood, thinking of only the peace and quiet he would have back then. He was warned by a wise soul on the day of construction, that such a notion would only come back and bite him one day, and it has.

Though he was one of the survivors,

.... the trauma of what transpired continued to haunt him vividly still. He clutched his sides, fingers digging through bandages to ease the itch of still sensitive flesh as his eyes never leaves the bloody memory, the shattered furniture that surrounded the table made his imagination even more real. Even the gouge marks on the floor, he swore, sometimes still creaked like the horror that made them had just walked on it.

The door behind him creaked open, his gaze flung towards it and his breath came to a harsh stop.

"You shouldn't stay up so late, you know." A young woman, no older than twenty, with bright gold tresses and dusky night gown chided him from the doorway.

"R-rright, erm, Mari. Just in time." He raised the back of his hand to let out a civillized and covered cough, shaking off the gurgle in his throat. "-!.... I've put you as the proprietor of our shop."

He watched quietly for a long while as she stood unmoving, apparently gathering her wits for a reply.

"You'll be running our store." Concerned that she did not understand, he simplified his sentence along with a very quizzical look.

"...are you inf---" She started to ask.

He quickly raised his hand, cutting her off mid sentence. "Yes." He nodded, she put her hand to her mouth. Marijiole had grown sharp of mind, hopefully in part due to his tutelage but no doubt, in time, would too make a fine alchemist in her own right. ...This, this was just something he rather not confide, not tonight.

Closing the door she saw, in the corner of her eye, the fleeting glint of a single polished silver dagger.

The Silver Dagger

@Jester That's excellent. I'll confIdently show my interest then. Character profIle should be up in a day.

The Silver Dagger

Hi. :).

I've got two questions. Will the characters you're playing personally have significant story advantages over the rest of us (see: plot armor) and be played in a fashion where the events somehow simply center around them?

Is this a planned plot or do the characters (ours) have a big enough role to play in where the story goes based on their actions?

I'm not trying to be pessimistic or be a rebel without cause with these questions, it's just that I have become quite wary of games of such genre where the thread starters play their own characters in it. I've seen alot gone awry and the players left because those roleplay's ts kept trying to subtly center the story around his own character or well. I just want to make sure this is nothing of the sort so that I can confIdently show interest in this.

The Spirits Within II

o_O!

Sword Art Online Based RP

Is this based on the happenings or the setting?