Spin The Wheel

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

It'd probably be hard to get a letter to a specific person in the nomadic lands so I'll get Abraham to come with someone else. Probably Alice because they has a fixed address he can actually get to.
@Imbion

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

Seems like we're starting in Gwangju, anyone have a good reason for meeting there? Maybe we got an old base here or a tavern everyone used to go to

The Six Crystals

Mougin considered the offer for a moment. And then another moment. And then another half moment.
"Ok." He said.
He, who has never been exposed to alcohol, has no idea why people would want to go drinking together. Surely one could drink water whenever they wanted? But it appeared to be a social activity, so why not? It was a good opportunity to learn about human customs.

The minotaur lumbered over to join the burly workers. He wasn't as uncomfortable as he used to be, partially because he was more used to the city, and partially because these men were closer in size to him than other humans. It was almost like being with his brothers.

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

Abraham

Excuse me sir/ser, might you be one of the heroes from legend? Good turn to you, I have traveled, WAIT WAIT WAIT! Don't walk away! Please great hero might you lend me your ear? I have traveled far and wide to hear tale, my only wish is to tell your story. True, I suppose if I wanted to know of various deeds I could just visit my local tavern or library, but to get it from the horse's mouth, now that would be a treat, far better than any old watered down story you hear on the streets, wouldn't you agree? Oh you will? Joyous occasion! You shant regret this my friend, I promise you!
The scarred half-orc stared at his fellow traveller. The sun was beginning to set, and he had been about to set up camp. This was a well known camping ground, wide and open, with easy access to a stream nearby. The plain was dotted with rocks, and a forest loomed to the west. The orc glowered at the stranger who had interrupted his rest. He had no desire for conversation, but there were few places as ideal as this in the surrounding area. He could either humour this reporter, or travel another hour or so and fumble in the dark, searching the night for some half-remembered forest clearing.

Now then, What is your name?
"Abe."
Short for Abraham. He didn't feel the need for a family name, so he didn't give one. He didn't deserve one anyway.

Splendid, and your age?
"25."

Fantastic, and your gender good hero
The half-orc slung the stranger an apprehensive look.
"Male."

Excellent and of course I know what you look like but for the sake of our readers?
"...You have eyes, don't you?"
Abe sat on a rock, his large body mostly covered by a dark green cloak, making it difficult to judge his full size. While he is quite large, he isn't as large as some half-orcs tend to be. His green skin is marred by scars, mostly bites and cuts from beasts' teeth and claws. Evidence of past hunts, past mistakes, and harsh lessons. Sharp black eyes and a fanged mouth give him a very harsh impression, though those more familiar with Abe would detect no particular heat from him. That is simply how he looks. His brown hair is quite long for a man, and it's clear it hasn't been cared for in some time.

His clothes were normal travelling fare, but a longbow rested on his lap, and he was wearing a leather curiass. The longbow was a large, gnarled thing, far away from the elegant curves that elves lobed so much. It looked for all the world as if Abe had just plucked the branch off an ancient oak and tied a string to it, which wasn't too far from the truth.

Excellent Excellent, and how do you act on most days, you know, your mannerisms, your quirks and such. What makes you, you?
"Usually, I don't bother answering nosy humans." Abe said curtly.
A taciturn man, he was. Measured and careful, he always did what he had to do. Survival is first and foremost in his mind, weighing benefits and drawbacks for every action. Yet, when life and death aren't on the line, when Abe doesn't need to worry about having food or a roof over his head, he turns into a warm and generous soul. Not that it showed on his face.

Mhm, and your abilities magical or otherwise? If you use magic, what is your discipline? do you use it for battle, defense, healing?
"..."
Now he was suspicious of the stranger's intentions.

Abe supposed that it was a fair question. Compared to those he had the honor of calling his companions, he wasn't particularly flashy. His role was to support, on and off the battlefield. He tracked down their quarries, and read the wind for ill omens. He looked for advantageous ground and set traps to fortify it. And in battle, he created opportunities for his fellows with well placed shots. He was reliable, and he relied on his allies in the same way.

Yes Yes, and before everything that transpired, what was your life like? Who were you?
"It was just normal."
He was feeling a little sentimental now. So close to home, yet so far. Life in the nomadic lands was simple, but harsh. Hunting, fishing, and moving from place to place. Sometimes your group of people would meet another group of people. If they were friendly they would trade with each other, and if not... A few warning shots usually did the trick.

Things were simple then. Abe himself wasn't a particularly skillful member of the tribe, but he did well enough. He had a mother who loved him, and one grumpy old grandfather that taught him everything he knew. He should have listened to him more.

Abe couldn't help but sigh as he scanned the horizon. The greens and greys of the grass and rocks were dyed pink by the light of the setting sun. The sky would darken soon, and he would be able to see the stars in all their glory. Not the tiny pinpricks that you could see from the cities, but balls of light wreathed in the golden dust that shrouded the night sky. Abe wondered why he had ever left this place, though he couldn't deny what he had gained through his adventures.

I would have never guessed, and what were your relationships with your comrades, are you still friends? Maybe lovers? Bitter rivals? How do you see them in your eyes?
"Just friends."
A light word for some, but not for him. For young inexperienced Abraham, who had been taken advantage of an uncountable number of times, a friend was a rare thing indeed. It meant someone you could trust your back to. And the group had been more than that, in spite of his efforts to distance himself. He was closer to some than to others, naturally, but he generally enjoyed their company very much. Sadly, it had all ended too soon.

So that's how you worked with each other, and how was your relationship with Madame Ravenwood? Nothing but good I hope.
"Oh, her."
Abe's musings took on a despondent tone.

There were some things that were only obvious from a distance. Octavia was a strong person, in every sense of the word. Strong of character, strong of arm, strong convictions. But there was also a strange magnetism to her. It was why others flocked around her so much. It was why he had taken her hand when she offered it to him. It was probably why everyone had drifted apart, after everything ended.

I see, and.....did you know?
"..."

Did you even guess, did you even have the slightest idea?

Do you even realize the amount of shit you heroes are in?

What made you think you could defeat him so easily? WHAT MADE YOU THINK YOU COULD DEFEAT US SO EASILY?

We almost did it, almost, but then you heroes and that bitch! well no matter, you and your comrades will get yours soon enough!

YOU WILL NEVER DEFEAT HIM, DEFEAT US! NEVER!

The bowstring thrummed with a mighty twang and the stranger was impaled in the throat by an arrow as long as his arm. The corpse sailed backwards and was pinned to the rock behind it, before it exploded into blood and guts. The half orc sank back down onto his rock with a sigh. He had been looking forward to going home after so long, but he should've known it wouldn't be that easy. But it wasn't like him to leave a job half finished, and apparently, their work was not yet done.

Abraham stood up and began walking. Back the way he came, back towards Bradena. Whether these were the dregs of the cult or some manner of reemergence, things weren't so clear. But he couldn't just sit still and watch it happen.

Death to the cultists, death to the Eldritch once more. Death to the cockroaches of this world, as many times as it took. If not for the world, then for his dear friend Octavia Ravenwood, so that her soul may rest in peace. That was the least he could do for her, who had changed his life so much.

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

Here, I think I'm done. Feel free to tell me if I missed something.

Abraham

Excuse me sir/ser, might you be one of the heroes from legend? Good turn to you, I have traveled, WAIT WAIT WAIT! Don't walk away! Please great hero might you lend me your ear? I have traveled far and wide to hear tale, my only wish is to tell your story. True, I suppose if I wanted to know of various deeds I could just visit my local tavern or library, but to get it from the horse's mouth, now that would be a treat, far better than any old watered down story you hear on the streets, wouldn't you agree? Oh you will? Joyous occasion! You shant regret this my friend, I promise you!
The scarred half-orc stared at his fellow traveller. The sun was beginning to set, and he had been about to set up camp. This was a well known camping ground, wide and open, with easy access to a stream nearby. The plain was dotted with rocks, and a forest loomed to the west. The orc glowered at the stranger who had interrupted his rest. He had no desire for conversation, but there were few places as ideal as this in the surrounding area. He could either humour this reporter, or travel another hour or so and fumble in the dark, searching the night for some half-remembered forest clearing.

Now then, What is your name?
"Abe."
Short for Abraham. He didn't feel the need for a family name, so he didn't give one. He didn't deserve one anyway.

Splendid, and your age?
"25."

Fantastic, and your gender good hero
The half-orc slung the stranger an apprehensive look.
"Male."

Excellent and of course I know what you look like but for the sake of our readers?
"...You have eyes, don't you?"
Abe sat on a rock, his large body mostly covered by a dark green cloak, making it difficult to judge his full size. While he is quite large, he isn't as large as some half-orcs tend to be. His green skin is marred by scars, mostly bites and cuts from beasts' teeth and claws. Evidence of past hunts, past mistakes, and harsh lessons. Sharp black eyes and a fanged mouth give him a very harsh impression, though those more familiar with Abe would detect no particular heat from him. That is simply how he looks. His brown hair is quite long for a man, and it's clear it hasn't been cared for in some time.

His clothes were normal travelling fare, but a longbow rested on his lap, and he was wearing a leather curiass. The longbow was a large, gnarled thing, far away from the elegant curves that elves lobed so much. It looked for all the world as if Abe had just plucked the branch off an ancient oak and tied a string to it, which wasn't too far from the truth.

Excellent Excellent, and how do you act on most days, you know, your mannerisms, your quirks and such. What makes you, you?
"Usually, I don't bother answering nosy humans." Abe said curtly.
A taciturn man, he was. Measured and careful, he always did what he had to do. Survival is first and foremost in his mind, weighing benefits and drawbacks for every action. Yet, when life and death aren't on the line, when Abe doesn't need to worry about having food or a roof over his head, he turns into a warm and generous soul. Not that it showed on his face.

Mhm, and your abilities magical or otherwise? If you use magic, what is your discipline? do you use it for battle, defense, healing?
"..."
Now he was suspicious of the stranger's intentions.

Abe supposed that it was a fair question. Compared to those he had the honor of calling his companions, he wasn't particularly flashy. His role was to support, on and off the battlefield. He tracked down their quarries, and read the wind for ill omens. He looked for advantageous ground and set traps to fortify it. And in battle, he created opportunities for his fellows with well placed shots. He was reliable, and he relied on his allies in the same way.

Yes Yes, and before everything that transpired, what was your life like? Who were you?
"It was just normal."
He was feeling a little sentimental now. So close to home, yet so far. Life in the nomadic lands was simple, but harsh. Hunting, fishing, and moving from place to place. Sometimes your group of people would meet another group of people. If they were friendly they would trade with each other, and if not... A few warning shots usually did the trick.

Things were simple then. Abe himself wasn't a particularly skillful member of the tribe, but he did well enough. He had a mother who loved him, and one grumpy old grandfather that taught him everything he knew. He should have listened to him more.

Abe couldn't help but sigh as he scanned the horizon. The greens and greys of the grass and rocks were dyed pink by the light of the setting sun. The sky would darken soon, and he would be able to see the stars in all their glory. Not the tiny pinpricks that you could see from the cities, but balls of light wreathed in the golden dust that shrouded the night sky. Abe wondered why he had ever left this place, though he couldn't deny what he had gained through his adventures.

I would have never guessed, and what were your relationships with your comrades, are you still friends? Maybe lovers? Bitter rivals? How do you see them in your eyes?
"Just friends."
A light word for some, but not for him. For young inexperienced Abraham, who had been taken advantage of an uncountable number of times, a friend was a rare thing indeed. It meant someone you could trust your back to. And the group had been more than that, in spite of his efforts to distance himself. He was closer to some than to others, naturally, but he generally enjoyed their company very much. Sadly, it had all ended too soon.

So that's how you worked with each other, and how was your relationship with Madame Ravenwood? Nothing but good I hope.
"Oh, her."
Abe's musings took on a despondent tone.

There were some things that were only obvious from a distance. Octavia was a strong person, in every sense of the word. Strong of character, strong of arm, strong convictions. But there was also a strange magnetism to her. It was why others flocked around her so much. It was why he had taken her hand when she offered it to him. It was probably why everyone had drifted apart, after everything ended.

I see, and.....did you know?
"..."

Did you even guess, did you even have the slightest idea?

Do you even realize the amount of shit you heroes are in?

What made you think you could defeat him so easily? WHAT MADE YOU THINK YOU COULD DEFEAT US SO EASILY?

We almost did it, almost, but then you heroes and that bitch! well no matter, you and your comrades will get yours soon enough!

YOU WILL NEVER DEFEAT HIM, DEFEAT US! NEVER!

The bowstring thrummed with a mighty twang and the stranger was impaled in the throat by an arrow as long as his arm. The corpse sailed backwards and was pinned to the rock behind it, before it exploded into blood and guts. The half orc sank back down onto his rock with a sigh. He had been looking forward to going home after so long, but he should've known it wouldn't be that easy. But it wasn't like him to leave a job half finished, and apparently, their work was not yet done.

Abraham stood up and began walking. Back the way he came, back towards Bradena. Whether these were the dregs of the cult or some manner of reemergence, things weren't so clear. But he couldn't just sit still and watch it happen.

Death to the cultists, death to the Eldritch once more. Death to the cockroaches of this world, as many times as it took. If not for the world, then for his dear friend Octavia Ravenwood, so that her soul may rest in peace. That was the least he could do for her, who had changed his life so much.

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

@Quartz Approved, you can move it over to the character section, also you can just make up your relationship with her.

@spin the wheel I'm not accepting anymore magic users right now

@Hyyde322

How about a half-orc stealth archer?

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

Still room in here? I've been looking for an excuse to use illusion grandpa again

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Boy? Jeremy wasn't a boy, was he? He was 15. 15 glorious years on earth, probably a brief moment in the lives of those dinosaurs that called themselves adults. But he was 15! In his reckoning, Jeremy was 3 years past the time when he should be called a boy, and in 3 years more he would become a man. Yes, he was short for his age (and he hadn't grown that much since he was 12, now that he thought about it), but surely he deserved some recognition for survivng another quarter of his life?

Wait, that wasn't the important thing here.

Jeremy pondered his response. He tried to meet the girl's eyes, but quickly looked away. He wasn't used to this, and she looked really mad for some reason. He hoped it wasn't his fault, and if it was, he didn't meant to do it. But what was he doing here, then? Nothing, really. He wasn't here for any particular reason. If he saw someone dishiveled in the street he would usually make some half-hearted excuse in his mind and leave them alone, but he didn't today was because he felt like it. It was just something he should do. And he had bought her a drink purely out of gentlemanly concern. It didn't have anything at all to do with the pretty girl and her wet shirt. Absolutely not.

The boy coughed to himself to clear his head. This was no time for such thoughts. Jeremy was a gentleman, a gentleman! He had to say something, otherwise she may think his intentions were... impure.
"Well, I was just passing by and thought you needed some help." He said, taking another sip of the drink.
The sweet, goopy soda assaulted his tongue, tiny bubbles struggling against the over-sugared 'liquid'. Was it getting worse? He didn't think that was possible.
"I just... I'm kind of wondering how you ended up like that. I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I guess..."

Jeremy didn't seem to realise that the way he was avoiding eye contact with the girl very obviously put the purity of his intentions into question.

@Crowvette

Grimmhold: Shadowrun meets Leverage

I'm looking to be a jack of all trades, or maybe a hitter. Got a couple of cyberpunk characters I've been itching to try.

The Six Crystals

Humans were quite a wayward bunch. That wasn't quite the right word for it, but Mougin didn't know how else to put it. He had presented the 'case' in a straightforward manner, and believed that the question of crime and criminal were rather obvious. But apparently not. It seemed that there were several holes in the 'case', and he wanted to solve these unexpectedly close-to-home issues, he would have to fill these holes. It seemed to be human nature to twist and stretch every situation they experienced, to better suit their goals.

Things were simpler at home. He did consider going back to hopefully fix things back in his homeland, but that probably wasn't a wise idea. The children were from several different tribes, which implied a unified and complicated operation - two words that were the antithesis of the tribes living on Numgam. The tribes largely kept to themselves, as widespread as the land itself was. To remove an operation of this type required a level of cooperation that was beyond the tribes. Perhaps one with the charisma of one of their legendary leaders could do it. But that was charisma that Mougin didn't have, and besides, it would take some time to return to Numgam. Sending a letter was faster, but there were few on the continent who could read. No options, and no time. He would have to do what he could from the city.

With that in mind, Mougin decided to explore the city. It had been roughly a week since the incident, and he had found out some things he should probably have known a long time ago. He had since gained an 'ID', as it was known, and had been back to the strange bank keeper to deposit his savings. The proceeds for his 'account' came from his continued stint of work on the docks.

After some exploration into the city, Mougin found out some more pertinent facts. The Law protected all humans in the city, to varying degrees. Vagabonds enjoyed the least amount of protection, as they weren't exactly considered part of the city. Strange, considering they could still live and find work there. Nonetheless, some of the city's laws still applied to them. It was because of 'Human rights', as he was told, and whether it applied to non-humans or not seemed to be a topic of debate in other countries.

Second up on the list was those with IDs, like himself. Having passed some kind of threat assessment, the city itself vouched for their identity and they were allowed a higher degree of privilege compared to vagabonds. The relative ease of entry made it so that the privileges themselves weren't a significant step higher than normal, but it was significant. Some higher end traders refused him entry until he showed his ID.

Last on the list was the citizenry, who enjoyed the greatest protection the city could offer. Citizenship was a long, drawn out affair which could take years for outsiders to achieve, if the information he had gleaned was accurate. But in return, citizens enjoyed the greatest privilege. They were allowed in all places of the city and were protected the most by the Law. Most citizens lived closer to the center of Tempum city, and security was generally better there - there were generally more officers patrolling the area, and it was generally cleaner. Generally speaking, the farther out you went, the less you saw of the Law, though not for lack of trying. But that was where his explorations had stopped.

Mougin breathed deep and rose from the floor. He had still been using the hostel, since it was adequate for his purposes. Furthermore, he found out it was situated close to the edge of Tempum city, and was thus more useful for his goal. If he was to gather more evidence against Mr. Silum, who skirted around the Law, he should be looking for areas outside of its reach. It was time for him to truly explore the shadowed streets of Tempum city.

The minotaur exited the hostel and took breathed in the evening air. It was the day before the 'weekend', a 2 day period where he didn't have to work. The perfect time for him to explore. Mougin sauntered out and made his way towards the most infamous street in Tempum city, hoping he could find something to work with.