Yankee

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I'll post it there as well. I'd prefer at the minimum for people to post every 1-3 days. Games tend to get really slow and stale otherwise.

@Donk

Understandable! But too quick for my old bones hahaha. I hope to read along in the future though!

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I plan to stick with the game's rules fairly closely, but I understand that not everything needs to be rolled for.

@Donk

Gotcha. You may want to cross post this to the TTRPG section too then. I have one more question too: what are you looking for in regards to posting frequency? I am intrigued but I don't want to commit and then find out I won't be able to keep up!

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Narnia RP

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This seems interesting. I've never heard of this game before, so I went and read a little about it. Are you planning to run this as an actual tabletop game sticking close to the game's rule book, or something more free form and narrative focused with the dice and rules as a smaller part of it?

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Nika Surt-Kallin

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Right, getting lucky enough to avoid a fight was just asking too much.

In a group of knights and mercenaries, it was unsurprisingly that as soon as the first spark caught the whole group exploded into a flurry of violent motion. As the white wolf bit down and the daughter of the black wolf dove into the snow, Nika slapped Nakki on the haunch to get him to move. He was a reliable animal, strong and smart, but being tied up to the cart as he was made him an easier target if the imposters tried crippling their little caravan. As the horse stamped ahead to get out of the danger zone, Nika's hand flew to the axe at his back. He did not make for Brig nor even turn to look for her. Unlike in Stonecrown she was conscious, vicious; and part of being her partner meant putting as much trust in her as she put in him.

Almost as soon as he drew it, the weapon rebelled against him. The leader of the mages conjured his aura into a magnetic cyclone; it tugged at the iron studs on the shield at Nika's back and the metal clasps on his belt and gambeson. He bared his teeth and clamped down hard on the axe handle before it slipped from his grasp.

His eyes were wide, taking in the whole of their little battlefield. He saw the younger mage among the enemy group summoned golden flame with Siegfried tearing right towards him, saw Eirún and Aslan go for the leader with their mix of ranged attacks. And he couldn't miss the massive figure suddenly barreling into the fray and running the baldy down (really unexpected, but Nika wasn't about to look that gift horse in the mouth). It left Nika with the figure closest to him, the one in full chain mail that had yet to speak a word.

Fighting the pull of the magnet spell he flung the arm holding the axe high over his head where the sharpened edge caught the pale sunlight, just before driving it back down in a quick, harsh chop. It was aimed at the silent knight's right shoulder, with enough power behind it that it would crack through the mail and bite so deep into the man's shoulder that it would render the limb useless. Nika was sure of it - the imposter was focused on the rest of the combatants, head and body turned their way and ready to step in and defend his own comrades. He would hardly see the blow coming.

Then, there was a flash. Quick and soft, completely unlike the flashy aura wielded by goldilocks or goldchain. It felt like a gaze had just turned Nika's way, and a moment later the grating clash of metal on metal rang out rather than the crash and squelch he'd expected. The silent knight's sword trembled where it fended off Nika's axe, and yet the imposing figure's arm was the only thing that had moved.

So surprised was Nika that he blurted out a "what..?!" as he pulled back. The enemy knight shifted, twisting the rest of him to face Nika along with his weapon now. He'd moved so swiftly to block that it seemed almost automatic, completely at odds with the bulky look of him... but no matter! Nika wasn't about to be surprised by that speed again. At that point the mage hunter had made good on his name and slain one of the mages, and Eirún had broken the remaining one's spell, so without worry of it being ripped away from him Nika brought the round shield to bear.

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World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

_{Thursday Evening}
Word Count: 1515 (+3 exp)
Level: 10 - Total EXP: 375/100
Location: Bamboo Forest, the Forbidden Kingdom
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They'd started out towards the darker area of the forest, so when at some point the path had curved and the bamboo canopy opened up to let more of the afternoon sunlight through, Therion's brow furrowed in vague confusion. The shadows were looking real bright, and the overgrown stone paths had grown into rocky spires. A pleasant breeze whistled through the space between cliffs, carrying the echo of the area's inhabitants. The trail that the group were following eventually led up to a more wide open area on one of the mountains, giving them an excellent view of this side of the Forbidden Kingdom. And Therion sighed, keeping a healthy distance from the edge.

Guess it's not a big surprise that a foggy forest would lead us astray, he thought to himself as he gazed out over the landscape. Even if it wasn't some mystical grove with magic designed to keep people out or visitors lost, they could have just honestly taken a wrong turn somewhere where the mist was thickest. It was an unfamiliar area after all. And though Therion had been the one to put forth getting more familiar with it in the first place, he was slow to actually get started on that. Yayama, Rika, and Junior scattered to go investigate the various distractions they could all spot from their vantage point, but the thief remained behind, squinting at the horizon visible through gaps in the mountains.

He was definitely not as on edge as he normally would be (though it helped he wasn't literally on the edge). Still, there was a persistent thrum of unease the welled up higher when glanced from the heights down to the ground below. To combat that Therion simply sat down on the grass, crossing his legs and wrapping his tail around himself.

If it had been earlier in the day, a time when the sun was up higher and the shadows of the surrounding peaks would have cast shadows over each other, he thought that this spot would be pretty nice for a nap. It was open but secluded, and even he had to admit that the view was great. Probably even better for people whose hair didn't stand on end when they got too high up. He'd seen a lot of places that were completely different from his home world, alien landscapes and metropolises that would never exist there, but this forest was probably the first totally natural area that appeared so foreign from his native Orsterra. Since it was natural, and didn't look like the plants and animals had come from some completely different dimension... maybe it was possible that somewhere across the sea, a place like this existed in his world too?

He found his thoughts drifting to the old scholar and what he'd mentioned of the continent Solistia, though its true nature was something that Therion still wasn't sure of. Somewhere far enough away that he hadn't even heard of it before then, yet unmistakably on the same planet. Maybe bamboo grew there.

"...well, I've got better things to do than appreciate nature," the thief said to himself after a little while, getting back to his feet and rolling his neck.

He turned and trotted back down the trail they'd taken, ears standing tall on his head and turning in whichever direction he could hear the latest echoes from. He did plan to get a better sense of the area just as he'd said, but he still didn't feel all that adventurous. There were also almost no buildings, or any sort of establishments, that he could see that he could exercise his particular skill set in. The only one visible was further down, so if he followed the path rather than blaze a new one, he'd end up traveling in a wide swoop before hitting it last.

He ended up passing the crane's plateau, hearing it and Rika and Junior well before he saw them. Getting eyes on what was going on did not actually help him understand what they were all trying to do though, because it looked like they were bullying some sentient globs of jelly but it smelled like it might be a food experiment. Therion didn't have any interest in involving himself but he did spent a few minutes watching them, amused, concealed by brush and boulders. He was gone by the time whatever they were up to was really starting to get hectic.

As he continued the winding path, the sight of a path of soft-looking blue vegetation among the canyon's green, yellow, and gray naturally drew Therion's attention. He turned his head to study it from a distance, since it was above where he was now. The climb also looked rough, but that did sort of add to the mystique of the area. He traced his eyes over the spire it sat on, trying to find a good way up to the plateau. It seemed that there was no easy way up, Therion was ready to just move on - but then again, maybe he could just get close enough to get a better look from a cliff nearby. There were much easier ones to get to around it, especially in the form of a large cat. The four legged form made walking the mountain paths feel so much more stable, Therion didn't know why he hadn't thought of it earlier. He padded up to a neighboring plateau, but paused when he heard faint voices filtering out of the blue glade. It was still mostly out of sight, but sound traveled well enough here that he could tell there were at least two people speaking in there. If he wasn't mistaken, one voice belonged to Yayama, though he couldn't tell what she was discussing. Riddles or something?

He left her to it, turning to go back the way he came. If nothing else it hadn't been a wasted diversion since it had led to the travel revelation. The Orsterran kept to his beast form even once he was back on track walking the flat slope towards the bottom of the canyon.

Eavesdropping on the other Seekers had not actually been Therion's intention, so when he finally made it to the solitary cabin and spotted the Koopa siblings again, he was a little surprised. And a little exasperated. They must have beaten him there when he'd taken that detour. Well, whatever - you really couldn't ask for a better distraction than those two.

While they kept the person that Therion assumed was the hut's resident occupied he slunk around the opposite side of it. He kept one ear trained on the conversation outside while the other was angled at the cabin, and after determining the coast was clear he slipped inside, retaking his human form. He wasn't looking for anything specific, nor was he out to ransack the whole place. He was just more curious than anything and figured that if there was something worth taking, then he'd take it. His steps were quiet as he peeked into different rooms, ending up in the kitchenette with petty cash and a small basket of fruit in front of him. It had been the portion that the owner planned to eat rather than smashing on the ground outside, most likely. Now it was Therion's, who definitely felt he was more entitled to it than a food-waster.

The thief picked up a ripe orange fruit, running his thumb over the skin. A breeze pushed the scent of the nearby orchard inside, and mixed with the vaguely familiar interior of the cabin Therion suddenly felt his mouth go dry. He grabbed the basket and escaped, his exit swift, silent, and sooner than expected. He was a little spooked but he was still a professional, and he made sure he went unseen as he passed from the cabin into the bamboo and then back onto the path to the bottom of the mountains. Once he'd put some distance between himself and the scene he slowed, shuddered once, and turned his face towards the sinking sun. So phantom memories are just gonna happen anywhere in this region. Great.

Blessedly he was saved from dwelling on it by the chime of the linkpearl connection activating. Big Band's brassy voice came through first, followed by Pit's boyish timbre. A call to gather together again before the day ended.

"A few of us are outside the city," Therion said over the connection, though he didn't elaborate on how far they were or how long it would be before they returned. It was possible they might missnthe meet, but it was about time they started back towards Esaka either way.

He'd made it to the foot of the canyon and was leaning on one of the rock walls next to where that vehicle had been parked, awaiting the other three. Eventually they'd make their way there whether they'd heard the call or not, and once they did he finished the persimmon he'd picked from the basket and approached, fully intending on hitching a ride on the Kuebiko back.

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