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Hey, hope yall had a good weekend!

Only Zell, Fenna and Kyouka are missing right?


Writing Zell now.

@Calle by red hair, did she mean Clive or someone else?


I think she confused Arthur with Adam. It was Adam who said, 'we should stick together etc' but Arthur is the tall red head. No harm done.
Zell bout to spend all story periodically getting wasted with a sober Clive and still having a great time together lol Clive caveman dragging Zell effortlessly by an ankle to his bed after every celebration. Gonna be fire lol

Edit: I'll try and get on for a post tomorrow as I know, when I come back Monday there's gonna be like 38 posts lol


Of the group, the one to answer him was a woman that looked about his own age. His brow quirked slightly when she spoke in a French accent, and her response was even more of a mystery. She was on a plane, then blank. And she ended up here. It felt eerily similar to his own experience. Zell sighed, at a loss for words. He looked at the others and saw that no one really had any answers. Not how they got here. Not what country this was. Nada.

Half of the group, including himself, looked like they were dressed for a medieval battlefield. Zell drew the sword off his back. A longsword. Of decent make. He gave it a few swings. Well balanced.

"???" he grunted in confusion.

Wait a minute, he thought to himself. How do I know this stuff? He gave the sword another swing. Somehow he knew that his technique was expertly polished. "Wow," he said breathlessly as he appraised his sword with a trained eye. It was frightning how comfortable he was with all this. He'd never touched a sword in his life!

"What is the meaning of this!?"

Everything was interupted when a squad of police turned up. Trouble. The officer in charge took one look at the smashed up house... Crap! ...and angrily started demanding answers.

One woman spoke up for them, claiming their innocence. She was European too, though not English or French, Zell couldn't quite place her accent. She spoke level-headedly and (hopefully) convincing enough. Zell sheathed his sword and opened his arms to the police surrounding them, then carefully moved in towards the rest of the group, taking up position next to the French girl. Another younger guy was bullied off the bench he was sat on and ushered to the group. Zell felt like they were being rounded up for a slaughter. Funnily enough, he wasn't at all scared. For some reason, he was confident they would all get out of this situation. Even if they had to fight their way out.

Eyes still on the guards, he tilted his head slightly to the left, where the French girl was stood next to him. "Bit of a cutey pie, aren't ya," he said quietly.

"Mister, I ain't even sure where in gods name I am." Well that was an American accent if ever Zell had heard one! Seemed as though there were a bunch of different people gathered here. Curiouser and curiouser. "Listen sir, I ain't nothin' but a simple farm man this is all confusing as...Pardon my language but it's confusing as heck."

"Ha. I like that guy," was another comment from the smart-mouth Undergrad.

The American helped the European woman try to quell the officer's inquiries. Zell decided to stay out of it, partly because he would likely only make things worse, (He didn't get on too well with police,) but partly because he was the one who'd smashed up the house! Hopefully they'd resolve this before Ol' Lilian and Edric came out of the building fingered him for the crime.
It seemed he'd caught her lost in thought. Or maybe she was just a little jumpy. As she turned about and washed that green gaze over him, he gave her a nod. "Mornin."

"Good morning. I figured you had wandered off early."

"Yup. Couldn't help myself," he bounced back, walking over to her as she styled her hair. He passed her and looked out the window, habitually checking the surround. Wasteland philosophy. Next to him, it was easy to see that the fire-cracker of a girl was only little. Couldn't have been more than 5' 4". Skinny too.

"Got yourself something to eat? Slept well I hope."

"Yeah not bad. A cushioned chair isn't bad when you've spent the last few nights on the floor with nothing but a bedroll for a mattress," he said. "I had breakfast down at the square. You should get something in you too. We've a long morning's travel ahead of ourselves, and err... you could use a decent meal or two..." he grinned mischieviously. "...or five."

He hoped she didn't take offense. He just couldn't help himself.

Raising his hand with the paper in it. "Got a job for us," he told her. "Pest control. Probably just some mole rat infestation. Good caps. We could use em. And it's on the way, so happy days."
Okay dudes I need to talk with you all, my character can choose a single ability right now that can affect the whole party but I wanted to know your opinions on which will be more useful for the time being:

1.-One that lits your weapons on Fire and inflicts Holy damage
2.-One that enhances Endurance and allows underwater breathing (@Goblinguy this Is basically a sea blessing so your character could have an afinity with this one)
3.-One that enhances Strength for an undeterminated amount of time (But once It Is over It applies a debuff that does the contrary for the same amount of time)
4.-One that makes It so every proyectiles fired by the party has the probability to inflict Charm (@Zool and @Calle this one Is good for bow users)
5.-Or one that gives the party a buff to their Charisma or can be concentrated on a sole person (@Indrajita this one seemed a good fit to your character though she may consider It cheating)

Now please keep in mind that all of these have negative consecuencies to My character but the Strength one Is the only one that applies to the whole party, also I Will stick with this ability for an indetermined amount of time before being able to use one of the others or another of Equal impact


I vote for No.6 - Clive. Clive is the only blessing anyone needs.

I joke, I don't mind tbh. No.2 sounds cool. Could come in handy for the whole "It's a ridiculous plan... It's suicide... I like it!" type of bit.

@xenonI caught up on the OOC. I'll make sure to keep up with it from now on.

Edit: So I googled 'Isekai.' Didn't realise it was a whole thing of it's own lol. Cool concept, I'm already having a blast.


"Ohhh, gods have mercy!"

When the lid popped open, Zell sat up slowly, eyes squint from the light. For a second, he didn't register the cries of anguish coming the old man nearby. He shook his head, trying to shake the cobwebs from his mind, placing a hand on his forehead for comfort. "Ugh. What happened?"

The last thing he could remember was leaving campus to head to the shops. He remembered Alex, his friend, offering to come along. He refused, said it was fine. Then... nothing. Just a complete blank.

Odd.

Palm still on his forehead, he suddenly became aware of his surroundings, his eyes darting left and right. then slowly but surely he turned his head to lock eyes with an old man, naked as the day he was born, staring right back.

"!!!"

"Agh, don't hurt me!" the old man yelled.

"Huh? No, I'm not gonna..." He started to get up, and the old man mirrored him. "Agh! No, don't get up!" he blurted out, not eager to see the junk of an elderly gentlemen. "I errr... you just stay... in there. I'm not going to hurt you, just err... you stay right there, kay."

Stood up, he looked over his shoulder to see the outside world, looked down to see he was stood in some sort of stone coffin, and also realised he waas dressed strangely and even had a sword on him. Before he could even process all of this new information, an old woman appeared in the doorway and started hollering all manner of curse words.

"Why you...! You see what you did to my house, you thrice-cursed adventurer bastard!" she thundered. "You better have gold to pay for this!"

"Lilian, be careful..."

"Shut up, Edric, you big coward," she shot back the man who had to be her husband.

A one sided grin grew on Zell's face as he appraised the spirited old woman, but it disappeared when she brandished a broomstick and charged him. "What the..."

"You self-absorbed, negligent, think-you're-so-special piece of..." she swung at Zell who backed up and fell backwards over and out of the coffin. The old woman did not halt her advance, or her swinging. "I see that source crystal in your hand, think you're so special because you have the gift..."

Zell's agility had him instantly back on his feet, and he backed up further, through the broken wall of the house and out into the square, still having to avoid the attacks. "I don't know what's going on... jeez, lady chill... don't you see a have a fucking sword."

Zell was caught between chuckling, indignation and straight-up confusion, all topped with the heavy dose of what-the-fuck. Finally she stopped, a heavy breath of resignation and a sneer at Zell before she turned about and threw her hands up at her destroyed house. "How in Mytheria do I fix this!?" then she shot a look at the gathering crowd in the square. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!?" she screamed, then stormed back through the brand new door of her house to the flustered moaning of her husband. "Shut up Edric!" was the last thing anyone heard.

Zell watched them disappear further into the house. He was left with a tonne of questions, but decided to put them away for now. Then he turned around to see a host of other people next to another half-dozen coffins. He smiled awkwardly, scratching the the back of his head, his other hand gave a wave. "Hi," he greeted. "Ummm, anyone have any idea of what the fuck is going on?"
Jeez, I missed a lot in two days :) I'll get to readin n writin
Let's gooo!




Name: Marsel 'Zell' Brooks

Age: 23 years old

Country on Earth: London, England

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 185lbs

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Green

Personality: Laid back & Party animal. This would perhaps be the most succint description of Zell, on the surface. Brimming with confidence and daring, Zell can command a certain degree of respect and even admiration from his peers. When he sets his mind on an objective, he often gets what he wants... pity that what he wants is usually vapid, shallow and fleeting. Enjoys playing sports and following sports teams, drinking beer and going to the gym.

Brief Backstory: Coasting through university on a football scolarship, Zell has used the entirety of his time in education to have fun and fend off the responsibilities of real life. On campus, he was popular, sold recreational drugs to fund his partying and paid other more studious peers to write his assignments. It was only during the last few months of his life that his persisent and passionate lecturer, Dr Bradford, started to get through to him. He was finally convinced to take life seriously and was beginning to put his head down and start working hard to finish his studies. But then he was tragically hit by bus, crossing the road, and died at the scene.

Adventurer Class: Fighter

Starting Common Gear: Longsword. Studded leather armour with some steel plating. Cloak and belt satchel.

Special item: None

Notable skills or abilities: Zell has the power to teleport short distances (roughly 6 feet in distance) He doesn't fully understand how it works, and will take some time before he can do it on command, but right now, it only activates on instinct. He has also been blessed with a keen understanding of swordplay and a slight enhancement to his athletic gifts.
I'd be interested in something like this. Could probably take on another RP now that holiday season is over.

Do you have to have played DnD before, to take part in this?

If not, then put me down for a meathead fighter :)
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