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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

I think it would be wise to officially withdraw from here until work settles down or a few other RP's die off. I hope you all have a good evening.

Creating Our Own Lives; A Road Trip, Slice of Life Roleplay!

@Dirty Pretty Lies
room for one more guy?

but I got dibs on the roof.

... if you are full I can wait.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Goblin Gird

A little ways into the forest /// Morning // Day 3

One strike after another into the small shrubbery. Eventually turning it into a pile of sticks and working up a sweat doing so. The young goblin stopped for a moment to breathe when he felt it. A tingle at the back of his neck, his instincts blaring caution. The pointed green ears flexed and made slight involuntary movements. Slowly his ears settled on the sound of brush moving. With his club in hand he turned to look around. He didn’t immediately see anything.

Gird could see some other goblins mulling about near the cave. For a moment he lost concentration on what had grabbed his attention from earlier. All he could think about for a moment was the other goblins. Not his brothers and sisters or his litter mates. But all the others of their tribe or clan. Sure they were older, but they seemed lacking in spirit or maybe energy. It was almost as if those he was born with were blessed with something more.

He shook his head free of these strange thoughts and back to the matter at hand. He would have to get used to being concentrated while in the forest. Relaxing or dropping your guard out here could very well spell doom. So Gird focused back on the area the sound came from. His breathing slowed while he concentrated until the goblins gaze settled on a small bush. The bush seemed to have another small figure in it. Deciding to speak out toward the bush gripping the club with his right hand, “Are you going to come out and say hi? Or am I going to have to come get you?” However, the low growl of his stomach was a subtle reminder of why they where out here and what he must get back to.

@demonspade64

Gird's Character Stats

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Clothing: Loin cloth

Weapons: Crude Wooden Cudgel

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From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@demonspade64
not ignoring you Gird just isn't looking for you, but he is making plenty of noise just inside the forest if you want to find him.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Goblin Gird

Outside the cave > a little ways into the forest /// Morning // Day 3

The older goblin spoke again about what one would expect from this world. “Nothing comes free” a strange thing to say about this harsh reality. Goblin Grandpa did speak of stories of glory, “why did it matter so much to be remembered like that?” he thought to himself. To this young goblin the only things that mattered currently were getting stronger and protecting others. However, food would have to be the first thing on that list. One won’t grow stronger without food.

Gird stood on shaky legs and looked around at the others who all seemed to be slowly making their way towards that blinding light at the other end of the cave. Except for the few that burst fourth into the outside world. Goblin Grandpa had given him his name after the speech, a strange name sure. But he will make it mighty. Walking felt weird, but he followed his instincts and in a few moments found himself outside with a few of the others. A strange female seemed to be yelling from a tall tree but it didn’t seem directed at him.

The first thing he did was watch, he wasn’t watching the other young goblins but the older ones. He was looking to see what they used to help them hunt. Some other young ones went off without so much as a weapon while some adults seemed to carry around wooden sticks with stone ends. It looked as if he would have to make do with a wooden striking weapon.

The immediate surrounding forest was scarce of materials and many small worn foot paths crisscrossed through the light underbrush. Still, a few lean saplings where around, finding one that was taller than him by several feet. The goblin proceeded to try to break it but only succeeded with pulling the roots of the sapling out of the ground. Gird looked at the small tree for a little while before deciding on what to do.

It only took him a short while to pull the small twigs and branches from the sapling. Gird also broke off the smaller roots and the weaker top half of the sapling. By the time he was done he had what looked like a crude wooden mallet attached to a strong wooden staff. Honestly he felt quite comfortable with his weapon and proceeded to train with it by hitting some bushes. He wasn't about to throw himself into a fight with a weapon he didn't know how to use.

Character Stats

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Inventory:

Clothing: Loin cloth

Weapons: Crude Wooden Cudgel

Acquired Skills:

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

posted... I hope its alright. I placed him near Zoe Bell and Rhys.

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

Crickets chirping in the background followed by the low rumble of thunder in the distance. The slow trickle of rain hitting grass and leaves filled the small cavern. Projected holograms of fire flies danced near the high ceiling. The old red brick and stone work illuminated by a few candles. The floor was covered in a moist compact dirt and the ambient temperature was much more tolerable than what was outside. This old reservoir didn’t hold water anymore but made for a nice peaceful place that was out of sight and out of mind.

According to the local towns folk this particular reservoir was old and had dried up many months prior. Now they used it as a place to hide from both the elements and bad people. There were several crates of simple supplies and belongings here, as well as cots and benches made from old crates. These people had been kind enough to show him down here after what he did. Apparently fixing a few solar panels and introducing yourself as Father Asimov made quite the impact.

Honestly Roman wasn’t expecting there to be believers in this desolate place. He really only introduced himself as such to ease the tension of meeting new people. The hostile world they now lived in did that to people, one could never be too careful when it came to new people. They fed him, gave him water, and a safe place to rest. For him he knew that they wanted someone to talk to them and the younger crowd about their old god. Roman had been up rather late writing down what to say in the morning.

Slowly the tall masked man walked from behind one of the many pillars. There was more than a few townsfolk gathered down here. Men and women young and old, some being bandaged or sharing rations of food with one another. Slowly they stopped their idle chatter of the day’s happenings and stared at the figure before them. Roman sure was glad he didn’t have much trouble speaking in front of crowds.

With a sigh he started, “some of you know me but for everyone else, my name is Roman Asimov. I come from far away. Near what was once Moscow in the Former Russian Federation.” He paused for a moment glancing around at them all. The slightly illuminated eyes of the mask seemed a bit unnerving for some as they looked away. “Now I understand that some of you here are believers. Where others, have wandered from the path. Blaming god for what has happened to our once pristine, vast, and beautiful world.”

Again he paused as he paced and walked down the middle of the rows of people. “But what you may have forgotten is god will always be with you, he gave us this world to call our own. However, our ancestors were greedy. They sought power and money to control each other. Robbed the environment of its life and polluted our world. In the end it was our choice as humans, as humanity, to poison our world” He paused for a moment in front of an elderly man and woman who were wrapping a bandage. Kneeling he reached out and properly wrapped the man’s arm. It looked as if it had been burnt by something recently.

Standing he smiled under his helmet at them and continued pacing. “Now we find ourselves trying to recreate our old world in the dust and ash of what’s left. But our time is finite, we all know this and it’s depressing. Our leaders left us to falter and suffocate. To be subjected to the tyranny of men trying to control what’s left of this world.” The rumble of distant thunder grew closer for a moment before fading again. The speaker in the back was playing the ambiance rather well. “But I promise you that this will not be our legacy.”

“These men act as if god does not watch them, does not judge them. But he is. And it is up to all of you to show these Novus Ordo. These men that have robbed you, beat you, taken your things, kidnapped and killed your loved ones. If they haven’t yet they will soon, your only important because of what you supply them. Once that is gone, this unsteady peace ends. They will not be our legacy. That even in our fleeting moments we chose to fight against these evil men.” He paused for a moment. He didn’t mean to ramble, but he has already seen what these men have done to people he liked. To people that were helpful.

“God will judge them. But that doesn’t mean we can’t help them meet god faster.” A few of those that where there nodded their heads and even seemed to be agreeing with what he was saying. “Once these men are gone you can all do what was meant of you. To not worry about what time you have left but spend that time being happy and making good memories with the surrounding people. Now is not the time to be isolated but to come together. To help one another and prosper.” He stopped again for a moment trying to think of something more to say.

“There is a quote that I will end this on. A quote from someone long gone but still meaningful.” Falling silent again as he tried to remember the quote. “Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Do not go gentle into that good night.” With a slight bow he turned back to his things. Turning the music off to conserve power and placing it back into the sealed container he got it from. Checking to make sure all of his things were in their proper place as well as the multiple blades he always kept hidden on his person.

The voice of a woman stopped him before he could leave, concern rattled her voice.

“Please father won’t you stay for a few more days. We could really use your help here.”

“I’m sorry madam but I must keep traveling as it was my oath to keep the believers informed” a lie but normally one that worked. The women simply nodded and bowed her head slightly in acknowledgment. They really were kind people. As he said a few words and praised them as he walked out. He knew what he said wasn’t very religious, but he really didn’t think they cared. Like most people in this North American waste land they just needed something. Some confirmation that what they were doing wasn’t futile and meant something to someone.

The path leading outside was a series of concrete and makeshift stairs that ended in someone’s basement. A hidden door leading to the bunker was simply a place in the hard wood floor that could be moved and covered with a rug. The old home wasn’t much, a few furnishings and old photos of times gone past. When he opened the door, the light from outside was almost blinding. The slightly glowing eyes of the mask faded and tinted to adjust to the change in light. He carefully fixed his breathing apparatus that connected to his mask and draped to a dual canister system behind him.

The metallic taste of the air was filtered out through a water filter, the water was collected from each breath he took and in emergencies could very well be used to drink from. A few people seemed to be out and about as he headed for the market place but a sudden burst of gunfire was set to end the uneasy peace of the courtyard. Instincts kicked in, and he found himself up against a metal shack trying to look through a few old bullet holes in the rusted metal. Roman was able to catch a few glimpses of men standing around a person on the ground with a shaved head.

Then it happened, an explosion near what he was told the direction of the Novus Ordo encampment. Black smoke soon bellowed through the distant air as the men fell silent. A moment later most of them had gone, leaving one behind with a rusted rifle. He pondered what to do, what could he do? Roman didn’t have a gun, throwing knives sure but not at this range. He would have to get close to do anything. But something moved nearby the man somewhere in the stalls. A partner perhaps or a friend?

Roman had decided on his plan, approach the man to try to get him to concentrate on him so her friend could attack. “Worth a shot” he thought. Putting the long dark green hood over his mask and moving from the cover of the shack he began to walk towards the man with the gun. He wasn’t facing Roman but still seemed a bit jumpy. “Hello Friend” Roman spoke, his hands stretched out to show the man he was unarmed. The rest of his blades tucked away and hidden. “I can only imagine that this child of god will meet her end soon. Could you find it in your heart to allow me to at least absorb her of her sins before she meets the almighty?”

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

Ill work on a post soon maybe see if i cant help out the mongol.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13

short first post but o well I'm guessing this is more than likely day 3?

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Goblin Gird

Some strange cave /// Morning I guess // Day 1 to Day 3

Day One -

Darkness everlasting. It was always darkness but it wasn’t cold, just a void. It almost seemed like an eternity until something finally pierced the void. A voice that sounded old and worn out beckoning calling out to him. Then suddenly a burning white light filled the expanse of the void as he opened heavy eyelids.

The sudden rush of feeling and light made him flinch while he adjusted to this new world. Once he was able to see and comprehend the world around him the first thing he did was look at himself. The word goblin came to his mind almost instinctual, the same green skin that covered his small frame also covered the lumps of green that surrounded him to, his brothers and sisters. Something about even this simple action made him exhausted and found himself falling back asleep.

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Day Three –

Again he woke, slightly confused as to how long he had been asleep but he had grew in his sleep. This time he was the size of a child. For a moment he was stunned at the rate he had grown, was he really out for that long. The sight of the older goblin that seemed to smile at them so proudly seemed to know what was going on. He could understand what he had said earlier and tried it out himself, “w-what am I-I called?” only slight trouble getting the words right and really the only thing he could think of at the time that mattered, “what am I called?” he thought. Repeating the question in his mind.

The slight movement of air past him brought the smell of the forest as he suddenly realized how big the cave was. The small rough blanket seemed to be enough to fashion a simple loin cloth. His yellow eyes glanced around his surroundings and at the others. They were his brothers and sisters now. His people, his tribe. They would need to be protected if they were to survive. But how could he protect anyone let alone himself in this weak state. Stronger, he would have to grow stronger.