The Irish Tree

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Sketchy Merchant

The man turned to Arthur, his eyes turned a soft green as he gleefully exclaimed: "YES! A STRAPPING MAN TO GO ON AN ADVENTURE! FOR SUCH A HANDSOME MAP, I WOULD HAVE YOU PAY...hhnghnnhhnnnn" the merchant muttered the last bit, actually writing on his own cloak a hefty number of zeros. As in...a googlplex. "HIGHEST BIDDER TAKES IT, UNLESS YOU WISH TO PAY THIS MUCH!" he exclaims once more, proudly showing the HEAPING number of zeroes...and like, one three near the middle, then a one at the end. Needless to say, the merchant was a bit off his rocker in terms of pricing.

Rook

Rook yeeped as he heard the loud banging and yelling, nearly falling over on his back as he turned to his side. Oh, it was just Hargh. Just before Rook was thinking of a way to ask him to stop...he had a customer! Seemed like someone had seen the two charity cases at the stand and couldn't help but buy a cabbage from Rook, and drop a few coins for Hargh. Turning to the little guy, Rook grinned and said: "Good job! Keep doing that, and I'll let you have some of these!" he said, holding up a large sack of potatoes. Hey, charity business was better than no business.

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Thinking of joining, not quite sure yet.

@Blubaron45

Join in if you want, we're still in need of enough people to form a proper adventure squad.

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Jawa merchant got the map yo. Sorry I didn't get the first post up sooner. As an apology...

Have a thing.

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Just Another Day In Fireside...

Ah, Fireside. The little town on the cliff side. This, my friends, is where our story begins. Well, technically, it doesn't, but really, you've all heard the tales of the heroes Vito, Wilhelm, and their successors Ken and Mik. But, the thought of the treasure that the four had sought has been on the minds of everyone, as no one has ever claimed it. Nobody even knows if it exists, save the bold adventurers who claim it to be.

But none of that is important for the moment, as the new day breaks and the marketplace springs to life, the usual hustle and bustle of the town sweeping the dreariness of the shoppers away as they buy their daily necessities. But, today...there is a stranger merchant amongst the crowd. A man shrouded in a cloak that'd probably look better wrapping a bunch of potatoes together. His face was shrouded completely from view under his hood, save for the pale glowing blue eyes that seemed devoid of any pupil or scilera, just one large blue iris. Shouting and holding up a map that seems to be held together only by duct tape, the man waves it about as if he were a preacher.

[b]"YES IT IS INDEED I SWEAR! THE GENUINE TREASURE OF HEROES, THE HORDE OF CHAMPIONS, THE...THE THING OF THINGS! THE MAP OF THE GREAT HEROES KEN AND MIK! ONE OF A KIND AND KIND OF A ONE FOLKS! FOR TODAY ONLY AND FOREVER, I'LL PART WITH THE MAP TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER! WILDEST RICHES, GLORIOUS TREASURE! COME, COME, THERE'S MORE TO THIS MAP THAN MEETS THE EYE!" he projects, loud enough to be heard all throughout the marketplace.

Rook the Farmer

Struggling to carry the heavy load of his meager crop in the wheelbarrel behind him, Rook walked with his trusty farming plow in his hands, eager to sell his goods and get back to plowing for the next harvest. By hand. Not the richest little guy in the village by a long shot, he sweated and groaned as he pulled his cart to his ring-ding stall and simply watched the strange man from afar, daydreaming of what glory the map could lead to. If only he wasn't so poor...and spineless...and afraid of spiders. He was pretty sure a passing adventurer mentioned spiders as big as an anvil to him. The thought of that sent a shiver up his spine, and drove him to fearfully remove his hat, patting it down and looking inside it.

"Safe." he said to himself contently, donning his cap again and threading his fingers together, waiting for anybody to buy his local produce.

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Rook, The Tuljin Farmer

Name: Rook

Age: 19

Race: Tuljin

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Stands at about 3ft. 4 inches, and his skin is a pale slate.

Backstory: Nobody really knows where the little Tuljin came from, and not too many really cared. Adopted by a farmer and his wife, he's carried on taking care of the farm and fields after the kindly foster parents passed away, though it HAS been difficult. The soil around Fireside Canyon is poor, and the townsfolk tend to be well off enough that they can buy produce from out of town.

Aspirations or Desires: To go out and see the world for what it truly is, and maybe find out where he really comes from. That and he's likely to be out of a job in a year or two.

Skills prior to adventuring: Plowing fields, running, growing, and he's been told that he's a delightful masseuse.

Personality: Honest, but somewhat cowardly, Tuljin is loyal to a fault, that fault being that he's a damn chicken. His racial inclination to mischief seems to be all but lost on him, as he actively tries to make himself useful, often bumbling it up and causing a bigger problem. He always means well, but doesn't always do well. Also, he has a knack for seeing if someone is telling the truth.

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<Snipped quote by The Irish Tree>

Why'd you post your character in the OOC? You're the GM, just post him in the Character tab.

@Guess Who

You can't fuggin stop me, now can ya Guess?

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Rook, The Tuljin Farmer

Name: Rook

Age: 19

Race: Tuljin

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Stands at about 3ft. 4 inches, and his skin is a pale slate.

Backstory: Nobody really knows where the little Tuljin came from, and not too many really cared. Adopted by a farmer and his wife, he's carried on taking care of the farm and fields after the kindly foster parents passed away, though it HAS been difficult. The soil around Fireside Canyon is poor, and the townsfolk tend to be well off enough that they can buy produce from out of town.

Aspirations or Desires: To go out and see the world for what it truly is, and maybe find out where he really comes from. That and he's likely to be out of a job in a year or two.

Skills prior to adventuring: Plowing fields, running, growing, and he's been told that he's a delightful masseuse.

Personality: Honest, but somewhat cowardly, Tuljin is loyal to a fault, that fault being that he's a damn chicken. His racial inclination to mischief seems to be all but lost on him, as he actively tries to make himself useful, often bumbling it up and causing a bigger problem. He always means well, but doesn't always do well. Also, he has a knack for seeing if someone is telling the truth.

Took longer than I planned to decide on what my character would be...I'll start up the IC tomorrow. Y'all put your adventuring hats on, cause we aren't coming back to Fireside for a WHILE after this little escapade starts.

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

KITTY SENPAI ITS MEEEH ALICEZARU DX

@AiyvaGuard

...Wait...why DID you make a new account?

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Is anyone alive?
. - . I wish we could restart...to fix thiings Dx ( If not...I'll just create a new character to, etc. XD )

@AliceZaru

We're all very much alive (except Jakeozzy) and well, but uh, we're kinda having trouble getting the ball rolling.
Torie needs this job to make his money pool dagnabit!

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Someone will need to drag Izzy back to base, since she'll still be dead for a while.

Also woooo, we didn't wipe. gg ez.

@XLegs

And all we lost was one life, one job, one temporary life, and two robot legs.