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  1. 14 points
    Mickey Flash

    DEAD THREAD ZONE

    I'm sure that most of you, if not all have been involved in a thread that had no ending. Either your writing partners were unable to continue for one reason or another, or you were unable to continue. Where do these threads go when they die? Do they just sit there, unloved and unattended? Now there is a place for these threads, a place where they can get the love and care that they deserve. THE DEAD THREAD ZONE There are many ways that these threads can find a satisfactory ending for all parties involved. All of these ways will be with the assistance of the Thread Zone Squad (TZS). The reason DEAD is not involved in their name is because they give new life to the thread long since gone. The TZS can give your writing group, or you and your writing partner, new ideas which can continue the thread to the ending. The TZS can create the ending for you, finishing the thread with your approval of their ideas, of course. The TZS can create a surprise ending, one you would have no clue would happen. This gives the squad the rights to make an uncharacteristically funny post for the ending that has nothing to do with prolonging your story. Of course this ending can be optional for keeping as an ending post, with the ideas given all in fun for crazy posts that are designed to make heads shake or spontaneous chuckling. (Only the creator of the thread is required for permission of #3, due to the option of it not being the actual ending. If it is decided by everyone in the group to make it the actual ending, then it will be added to the thread.) These endings will have their own section with links to the thread they belong to. There are a few rules to THE DEAD THREAD ZONE. Only one thread can be nominated by a roleplayer at a time. I know some of us have fifty threads or more that need to see endings, but you will have to take your turn as we go through with as much total concentration on each thread as we can. If you give the option for the third type of ending, with a squad member making the ending of their choice, there is no call for hurt feelings over the thread going a different way than you wanted it. If inappropriate arguing or angry words are given because of a post, then you are choosing not to have another thread completed by the Thread Zone Squad. Remember, the third option is all in good fun. Please, no angry criticisms of the squad's ideas or posts. They are doing this for free in their own spare time, so they deserve a little respect while trying to help you end your threads. (We reserve the right to make changes to the rules, as needed.) With this new endeavor, the idea is in need of members for the Thread Zone Squad. If you have quite a bit of writing experience, have posted many threads with endings, and have been on Val for more than six months, you are more than welcome to apply for the position. Also if anyone has more ideas on how this project can be improved, we'd be more than happy to make adjustments or changes for improvement. *** This project is a work in progress, so that means we'll be doing a check to see how many are interested in the idea, how many want to participate, and how many we can get to be a part of the Thread Zone Squad. There are a limited number of members in the TZS right now. More will help determine how fast we can get to threads. 1. Mickey Flash 2. @vielle 3. @EpicRome23 4. @jaistlyn 5. @THE_BULL 6. @Grubbistch 7. @Rin
  2. 8 points
    Flower Festival - OPEN It was that time of year again and the city was alive with activity even as the sun had barely peeked over the horizon, painting the port in a pretty display of warm colors. There was no need for decorations as the port seemed to be cascaded in pink and white flower petals from various blooms. The Regent's presence could easily be felt anywhere within the city; her yoki thrumming gently, coaxing flowers to blossom in the morning light with celestial magic. Lanterns were hung throughout Caelum in anticipation of nightfall because the festival would not end until warmed sake was sipped and the sun fell behind the horizon again. The streets were filled with vendors sporting various goods to sell that ranged from fruit to weaponry. Outside Lady Akari’s estate, there were yokai vendors with specialized items. Kitsune had toys for children that could either play music, perform some magical trick, or be manipulated with their yoki (yokai spirit energy) or chi (spirit energy). In addition, moth yokai had demonic silk and thread for sale, and next to them was a spider yokai with kimonos woven from that same thread. It was sturdier than the human stuff and self-repairing. There was also a vendor with demonic armor; however, the person manning that cart was human. Within the estate, servants moved about setting tables outside while the kitchen was in overdrive. Desserts made to look like art were being prepared for the day and left the estate smelling sweet with an obvious floral aroma. There seemed to be a parade of demons and humans alike that came into the large estate to set up for various things ranging from tea ceremonies to traditional arts. Dancers, singers, and storytellers were all making their way into the demoness’s home ready to perform for thousands of curious citizens. This was only the second year that the daiyokai hosted this event. The entire purpose was to force her kind to interact with other species and vise-versa. With recent happenings, Akako had was even more determined to show various other creatures that yokai weren't necessarily frightening, and coexisting was feasible. In addition, the Regent wanted to build relationships with various other nations to increase trade that would boost the economy. This festival wasn't intended for business though. It was intended to build something grand. The festival was a time to learn and build foundations of friendship. Beverages: - Hibiscus tea - Jasmine tea - Green tea - Oolong tea - Rose tea - Peach wine - Plum wine - Blackberry wine - Moscato - Chardonnay - Sake (warm or cold) - Yokai sake (warm or cold) Desserts: - Variety plate (Strawberry pudding, hibiscus-infused mousse, vanilla cupcake) - Blossom mochi - Éclair - Cherry blossom mousse - Raindrop cake - Matcha mushipan Activities: - Sword Dancing - Drum Dancing - The Art of Storytelling - Floating lanterns: This is a city-wide event that will start an hour after sun-down where everyone writes down what they wish for on their lantern then lite the wick and let it float into the sky.
  3. 8 points
    Everybody has a plan, everybody has a dream! What is yours? Both IC and OOC! I'll start, I have a few. OOC: 1. I want to run a place, mostly because I'm completely obsessed with writing lore and it gives me the best opportunity to do so. However! I'm new, inexperienced on the site and completely unproven on my reliability. So that will have to wait. 2. I've always wanted to organize and successfully pull off an armed revolution. Build it slow, make terrorist strikes, assassinate Government officials, spread propaganda and then eventually rise up! SEIZE THE- Ehm. Moving on. IC: 1. I'd like Leo to find a 'job' after he graduates. Wandering adventure is fun, but having him work for someone or something just feels more right.
  4. 7 points
    Rabbit

    What are your roleplay goals?

    OOC: 1-Create a nice little collection of characters and journeys. 2-Slowly see my writing skills develop, as English has always been my weak point. 3- Forge some fun online friendships, I find RP forums always have some very colorful characters. IC: 1- Find a master for Grovel. 2- Create companions for people, as that's Chinfels specialty and it adds more background to character companions. 3- Raid ships and pillage (As I've never had an evil character)
  5. 7 points
    Cabbage, the cabbage. It was a funny little creature. A walking cabbage, sporting stubby little root legs and wiggly spindly root arms. It hobbled this way, it hobbled that, tiny black beads drating side to side. It's glossy green leaf top swished and swashed. Every now and again the critter would beep. "Beh!" It chirped as it wandered the city streets. The realm was full of vim and vigor, with plantlife sprouting uncontrollably. People might consider this beautiful, but to the creature Cabbage such things were a trifle. All it wanted to know was how to get some of that sweet growth juice for himself. Thus began; Opperation Feeding Station. An empty flower pot, a blank patch of dirt, a soily riverbank. Any of these would serve Cabbage well, but there were so many meat bags stomping about, and Cabbage was so very small. He spent more time trying not to get stomped on or kicked rather than searching for some tasty dirt.
  6. 6 points
    Praetorian

    What are your roleplay goals?

    I've never really thought about it before. My OOC goals never really get beyond, complete a thread, or see a story to the end. I guess I've never been much of a big picture guy when it comes to role plays. Kind of like when I play video games, I do it just to have fun. IC goals: Murder bad guys. I'm kinda shallow and 2 dimensional I guess.
  7. 5 points
    supernal

    What are your roleplay goals?

    I just finished a year long multiple thread arc a few days ago which I'm pretty happy with: https://www.valucre.com/topic/42316-how-to-disrupt-an-industry/ Now with that out of the way one goal I have is to make more players deal with the body snatchers, and another is to go with Prae on stabbing some baddies about their face and organs
  8. 5 points
    Eight emissaries arrived at the Port city via air ship, and were ready to take part in the festivities. Jubilant celebrations would have to wait however, as first they had to try and keep from fighting one another. They knew the importance of diplomacy, but a minotaur, a gnoll, a human, a merfolk, an Antec, an Arakkoa, a Dragonborn and a skaven had much difficulty getting along. All of them had the same goal, but had such differing views on the world, and such distrust between the other, it was difficult for them not to fight each other. Fortunately they were not commoners among their own, but trained in the art of diplomacy enough to keep the peace. "We are here to show our support to the ruler of this city." Said Dorian, the Human emissary of Alethea, who was dressed in rich cloth that showed him as much the warrior as he was an ambassador. "Let us not tally in our efforts." "Can we not stop to enjoy the flowers at least?" Asked Selesia, Merfolk emissary of Alethea, who found the look of the flowers incredibly pleasing to her. It was wonderful, and she wanted so badly to stay and experience it in full. "The beauty of nature looks so incredible, it's breathtaking." Caw! "Laziness bad. We do job now, then smell flowers later." Caw! Squawk the Arakkoan, Blood Talon, who desired nothing more than to remove himself from this place, and return to his studies. Head twitching this way and that, the bird man looked with disdain on those who looked upon them with curiosity or disgust at their strangeness. At least in Alethea he could hide away from the onlookers in his office. The others discussed what was best to do, and decided it might be best to hang back and wait for the Yokai ruler to present herself. Until then, they could mingle and see what it was they could discover and learn within Port Caelum. "Yes yes yes! This will be fun. So much food, yes yes yes!" Chattered Squelk, the Skaven ambassador of Alethea, and possibly the most tolerable smelling skaven in a thousand miles. "Be mindful, Squelk. We do not wish to give the wrong impression. We are guests here, and should act as such." Huang Cho, the Dragonborn diplomat of the xeno filled city spoke with grace. "This is a place of tranquility and harmony. We must respect that, as the wind respects the leaves of a tree." He nodded in agreement to his own sophistry, and continued forward with the group. "I agree with Huang." Said Morning Herald, the minotaur ambassador of Alethea. "We have much to experience, and much time to do so. Let us cherish this experience, soak it in as the tree soaks in the rays of the sun." Though Huang enjoyed the concurrence, he felt a pang of jealousy course through him at the superior simile his compatriot used. "Zaross is indifferent to these dealings. Zaross will watch and wait." As always, the Antec was the one with the least to say, always choosing rather to wait than to act. And so they participated in the festival, representatives of their city, world's apart and yet united in their cause.
  9. 5 points
    vielle

    There And Back Again

    ardís valkyrja After her recent jaunt across the frozen wastelands of the Cold South, Ardís finds the lively clamor of Union City altogether strange, in the detached manner one observes an urban landscape after weeks upon weeks of nothing but wilderness and harsh ways of living. Where the trek from Valjer had given her nothing but empty space between herself and the world she moves through, now every step is hounded by the threat of jostling bodies and sharp elbows to unsuspecting flesh within the crowd. It’s a far cry from Grad na Ang'eli, but it reminds her of the city of angels nonetheless. Searching for Union City Docking Bay 25 takes more time than she had thought it would, but Ardís eventually falls in line amidst the sea of people waiting to board the Kingfisher. She spends most of her time gazing up towards the vessel; they’re a rather formidable sort of vehicle, these airships the Zemjište Pešaci build to take to the skies, and this particular one is masterfully built, she considers, even when she does not see the need for it amongst her own kind. The Ang’eli do not have airships of their own, not when they rely on the wings they were formed with. A stab of grief pierces through her gut then and there, when she considers that she is Wingless, now. “Ma’am? Your ticket please?” The query snaps Ardís out of her thoughts, and she hands the ticket to the attendant with a polite nod, pointedly ignoring the curious once-over the man gives her appearance. She had lost her cloak, somewhere between Valjer and Union City, and so she had bought a new one alongside a proper case for her swords to sling them across her shoulders nonchalantly within the city, as if hauling about a piece of luggage. She had not changed her rugged traveling clothes, however, leaving her with a mismatch of torn, dusty garments and brand new finery. If anything good is to come out of her exile and her quest in Valjer, Ardís concedes, it is that her pockets are filled to the brim with the compensation she’s been granted for services rendered in the Cold South. It allows her the luxury of booking a Special Skills ticket, which promises the most rewarding of amenities onboard the craft. After her journey, Ardís rather feels she deserves to pamper herself. “You’ll be in Special Skills Room 10, Miss Valikyrjas,” says the attendant, and she tries her best not to wince at the unintentional butchering of her name. “We’ll be taking your luggage for you,” the man continues, extending a hand towards her pack, but Ardís shakes her head with a faint smile. “That will not be necessary. If you could bring me to the room, I would be grateful.” She has her reasons to be obstinate on this matter. Perhaps the attendant understands this somehow, as he merely nods in agreement and leads her through the ship towards her room. Taking her time to settle in her cabin for a brief moment, Ardís then begins to make her way to the top deck for this supposed meeting with the Kingfisher’s Captain.
  10. 5 points
    The camp was thrown into ordered confusion as the fog descended. Fidelitas stepped to the edge of the camp and held his broadsword at the ready, alert to any enemies. It was starting to get hot, especially under his helm. Sweat formed on his brow and dripped into his eyes. He blinked to get it out, and without any notice, sunlight broke through the fog. The low wall of the camp was gone, replaced by the view of greenery. What in the world…? He drank in the sight for a moment. Oh Gaia, it had been a while since he’d seen living green plants. Fidelitas shifted his leg and felt a rock loosen beneath him, rolling down the cliff. He backed up from the edge of the plateau, then turned around to survey the people with him. There were less than half of the people in the camp. The elephant stood out among them, the large creature occupying precious space on the small piece of land they were standing on. This war beast was more a hazard than a boon right now - if it panicked it could trample them all underfoot. He hoped the Aligorian forces trained it well. ”Sir Fidelitas, the First Expeditionary Platoon is assembled and awaiting orders, sir!" ”As Gormaric is not here, Sir Fidelitas, I will be taking charge of all Aligorian forces that so happen to have ended up here with us.” Fidelitas nodded to both leaders. “This is an unexpected situation. This may be an illusion, or we could have been taken elsewhere. We have no prior experience of an attack like that,” he said. His voice was steady. There was no reason to panic right now. They just had to find out where they were and what was going on. There was nowhere to move on the crowded plateau, the rope bridge being the only other place they could go. “I’ll move on ahead to see what’s on the other side.” He turned to Ilene. “I want you and your forces to stay at the back with your war elephant. You and the turret there will watch our backs.” He pointed to Vlad’s auto-targeting turret, which had somehow made it with them. The plateau was their safest point for now, and the two heavy-hitters would have the responsibility of keeping their temporary home base safe. “If it becomes necessary to leave here, tie the turret to the elephant’s back if you’re able to. It might come into use.” Next he addressed Precht. “You and your soldiers should come right behind me. We’ll move across the bridge.” The lieutenant looked sane enough, but he wasn’t so sure about the rest of the Norkotians (with the exception of Murray). Instead of leaving them behind, it was safer to keep them close. They’d better not try anything funny around him. “Rest of you, you get a choice if you want to follow on the bridge or stay here. Be vigilant at all times, we don’t know what’s around here.” With that, he made his way to the bridge. To test whether it was strong enough, he held on to the ropes, put a leg on the first rung, and pulled hard on it several times. It held well, which was a good sign, though he did not know how much weight the flimsy bridge could take. Regardless, he took his first step, then the second, and then a rapid succession of steps. Even though his stride was confident, his heart was racing with uncertainty, and sweat formed more profusely. About 20 feet out, he stepped on a piece of rotten wood. It promptly gave way, and splinters fell from the bridge into the unknown below. Fidelitas’ heart leapt. Luckily he hadn’t put his entire weight down yet. He drew back quickly and looped an arm around one side of the rope, steadying his breathing. He looked back to see how well the rest had caught up. “Careful, some of the steps are not solid,” he warned. - Action 1: Move (success) Action 2: Move (success) Action 3: Move (miss)
  11. 5 points
    Thurgood, Aveline, Vivian, and Nadia stretch as they step off the boat: they've been on with no option to disembark between Casper and Port Caelum in very cramped quarters with a crew that for some odd reason did not let the passengers onto the weather deck. All they've been doing for the past week or so is reading the Imperial Edict and playing the Pathfinder campaign Ruins of Azlant. Thurgood and Aveline are (mostly) humans in drow (blue) skin (and ears), with broad soldiers, medium-large builds, dressed in jeans and tee shirts. Aveline has one pistol and two mag pouches on her belt while Thurgood has two pistols and four mag pouches. Vivian and Nadia are radar foxes: there a little bit larger than red foxes, but have six limbs, and a gradient brown coat that starys as almost black at their spines and lightens up to tan at their paws and hands; yes, five-digit human-like hands on their front limbs, and their ears end in long, whiplike thin antennae. Their coats are partially obscured by black nylon vests that each holster a pistol and hold two extra mags. In case anybody is wondering, they indeed are technically major nobles of Ursa Madeum, even if they dont look or act like it. With the yokai, at least they won't stand out.
  12. 4 points
    Have you ever met someone that only lives in the moment? They never think about the past or the future, only doing what makes them feel good at the moment. As a result, this lack of thinking blocks them from understanding life lessons, many of which involving responsibility, compassion, and empathy. They do not chastise themselves for their actions because they’ve forgotten them the moment they commit to them and don’t care to think about what it will do to the world afterwards. This lack of guilt and self-examination results in a psychotic personality, from which true evil and horror stem. Cause all it takes for someone to do something truly horrible that may last for eternity is just a moment of time where they aren’t thinking. When their mind is blank. Good people sometimes make such decisions, and they often grow to regret them far too late. But people that only live in the moment? Well, their mind is constantly blank. This creates a very basic being, one that is nothing more than a selfish, uncaring, animal that everyone typically wishes was dead. One that is incapable of dealing with themselves, so they just keep living in the moment, looking for that next fix to help them forget the notion of thought itself. This traps them in a loop of moral decay and people like this are easy to hate, but even they have reasons for being the way they are. A thought, or lack there-of always originates form somewhere. In this case, that place is not very nice. The fog surrounding the camp becomes thicker by the second, enveloping the group and making difficult for them to see a few feet in front of them, let alone each other. The deathly silent veil emanated a feeling of true dread. Yh’mi already accomplished this with its general atmosphere and local inhabitants, but the fog intensified it to unreasonable levels, making the defenders feel somehow exposed and completely vulnerable. As if their every fear and weakness was bearing down on them in a final test of integrity and strength. They were left wondering if they were ready or if it were even possible to be ready in the first place. Perhaps their judgement was an inevitability. Perhaps there was no point in fighting at all. The bustle of noise around them was gone now. Yh’mi didn’t produce much sound other than the skittering and thumps of the horrors within, but now even the wind seemed to fade from existence as if it were never even there. The air also began to have a scent to it, like that of something burning. Wood, stone…flesh? It was hard to tell, but it was definitely there. And it was getting stronger. Eventually, it became grating. Like if you breathed in too much of it, the inside of your lungs would be coated with a layer of soot that would never go away no matter how much you coughed. A layer so thick that it’d weigh you down and completely ground you. Ashes began to appear, silently falling from somewhere in the murky, hopeless sky like black snow. Every petal of ash that struck the ground would begin to change it, killing off blades of grass and turning the floor blacker than the places between the stars. The ashes seemed to glow with darkness, like a hungry void that erased anything it touched. The malignant darkness crept closer to the group, encircling them and closing in. It was a slow approach, but there was nowhere to run. The decay’s arrival was inevitable, making any efforts to run pointless. But people are desperate right? They get a kick out of confrontation, even when defeat is the only option. They want to show that they at least put up an effort so that others may be inspired to fight and someday prevail. But here in Yh’mi, obscured by the fog, insanity, and decay, their sacrifice would mean nothing. They would die and no one would know what happened to them. They merely entered and did not leave. Instead of inspiration, their sacrifice and martyrdom would only serve as a warning. A warning to not even try. The ground began to tremble as the scorched earth neared its victims. It sounded as if the earth below was cracking and giving in under their weight, unable to support the resistance they attempted to pose. It became difficult to stay standing as the quake intensified. Although their vision may have been limited and shaky, those who were attentive would have noticed figures approaching them far out into the fog. Their approach was slow and their steps light and soundless, almost as if they were just apparitions. Their black silhouettes were as dark as the ground they stepped upon, creating a contrast with the fog that eventually made them easy to see. While their forms were dark, they appeared to be people. Their features were shrouded in ashes that fell to the ground and joined with the rest, unsupported by nothing but cruel gravity. While lacking in any detail, just their shapes were recognizable to the group. Each person would be able to pick out someone that had a familiar shape, the bundle of decaying forms approaching them seeming to take the shape ones they knew. Friends, family, enemies. It could have been any of them. Or maybe they were just seeing things in the ashes? There was only one form that could be recognized, and only one person that was able to see it. Standing just a few yards out of their dwindling circle of safety, a small, young girl stood atop the ashes, staring at Gormaric. Her skin was a deathly pale, so white that it remained completely unaffected by the decay she stood atop. Her white skin seemed to radiate light that felt cold just to gaze upon. Her eyes were grey and lacked any sort of emotion. Her clothes were raggedy and covered in scorch marks, as if she’d been involved in a fire. Her hair was a pale brown that hung down passed her shoulders in an un-groomed heap. Her feet were bare, but one of them looked noticeably frailer. She was supporting herself with an old, wooden crutch to keep pressure off of the appendage. The crutch looked like it was made by someone who had no idea what they were doing, each piece looking rickety and poorly carved. While it was better than nothing, one could be sure that she could’ve found a better one lying in a dumpster. Still she held onto it tightly, the only coloration on her skin being on her knuckles where she gripped it. Something in her pocket began to flutter in a weak wind that blew from behind her. The object eventually caught and flew from her pocket billowing over into the circle and landing at Gormaric's feet. It was an old, wrinkled sheet of paper, something drawn on it in crude, childish crayon. If one were to examine it closer, they’d see a picture of a group of people drawn as stick figures. There were three of them. A girl was drawn in the middle, smiling and holding a crutch. Another, much taller girl was drawn to her right, wearing what appeared to be a beanie. She too was smiling, and she was holding what looked like some gold medal in her left hand. The left side of her face was shaded in black crayon. To the left of the little girl was drawn someone else, but Gormaric would not be able to make out who, for the head was missing. In its place was a charred hole in the paper. The only thing that stood out about this stick figure was a drawing of what looked like a plume of fire on one of its hands. Then, as if on cue, the earth cracked and gave out beneath them. Immediately the air was filled with screams of agony so shrill that it made their eyes feel like they were about to bleed. Any who used magic or any other means to climb back up or fly were at a loss, for they descended no matter what they did. The hole they fell from was just getting smaller and smaller, as if receding away or closing up to spite their efforts. The longer they fell, the louder the screams got. Anytime they looked down, they’d see faint flickers of fire in the darkness, coming up to greet them. It looked as though they were falling into hell itself, their own cries of agony soon to be joining with the rest. They fell faster and faster, as if some force below were pulling them down with a ferocious fervor. Soon the darkness gave way to a sinister, orange, light concealed by another mass of fog below. It seemed to be where the screams were originating, but there were other sounds now. They found out what they were once they fell into the fog. They suddenly landed upon something wet and mushy, beginning a slide down a mountain of cold, decaying, body parts that made them slick with blood. The air was scalding hot now, almost hot enough to sear their skin as they continued their descent. Fiery bumps of bodies were everywhere as they were sent cascading to their doom, the fog just thick enough to conceal what awaited them at the bottom and what was immediately coming up. They’re reflexes would be tested, as numerous traps jutted forth from the mound of bodies on the way down. An orange-hot saw blade would jut up from the mound of bodies and quickly make its way up towards them. A wall covered in searing hot spikes would erupt from the slope to catch them if they avoided it. Burning hands would then reach up to pull them under, the force of their grip strong enough to crush steel and hot enough to melt it. Any attempts to slow their slide were met with failure, forcing them to keep picking up in speed as the traps became more and more frequent. If they weren’t working together to keep each other safe by this point, they were hanging off one of the spikes far behind as hands reached up to tear them apart and join their lifeless remains to the pile they slid upon. The orange glow that was providing them sight was fading now, the bottom of the hill approaching. The fog dispersed to reveal a massive line of whirring, orange-hot blades that was easily dicing apart the limbs falling into it as if they were made of air. They’d need to jump pretty high to avoid a grisly but fortunately quick death. How they manage that, is up to you. Assuming they didn’t perish there, the mountain of bodies fell off into another dark chasm. They’d fall once more, but this time the bottom was clearly seen. Something very bright was below them, and they could already feel their skin peeling from the excruciating heat, as if thousands of radiant spiders were crawling underneath and chewing at them. Their outer layer was being peeled away to reveal their inner self as they fell into the scalding light. It was impossibly bright, so bright that it felt as if your eyeballs would melt if you didn’t shield them. They fell.. All... The way... DOWN Until they felt nothing. @EpicRome23 only Gormaric would awaken to the sound, smell, and sight of fire. He was laying on the ground, staring up into a night sky that was obscured by the flickering flames surrounding him. He could feel everything too. The ground on his back was hot and he could already feel the fires nipping at his body. Every natural impulse would be coaxing him to get up and flee, but his body did not respond. For it was not his. He was merely an inward observer. Involuntarily, he rose off the ground quickly, letting out shrill yelps of pain that were not his own as he flailed and shook in agony. He could feel bruising and burns all over his body. Now that he was upright and standing, he could see that he was in a burning house. His breaths became more and more frantic as the panic began to set in. Fire was everywhere and he couldn’t see a way out. The wooden floor beneath him creaked from his weight and the heat nipping at them from the floor below. He was in a burning hallway, and he noticed that he was much shorter now, probably not even four feet tall. A shrill scream came from behind and his head whipped around. He saw that some of the roof had collapsed down on the other end, and there was someone trapped underneath the glowing hot shingles. A woman. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, most of her body already on fire and burned away. Whoever Gormaric was inhabiting wasted no time in sprinting to the screaming woman. Despite increasing heat and ever increasing groans from the floor, Gormaric’s host reached out with burned arms to grab hold of one of the woman’s arms. Her skin was slick and blistered from burns, her screams now guttural and gravelly. Her head shot up to look into his eyes, and Gormaric could see the fear within them. She appeared to be moving her mouth up and down, as if trying to make words through her screaming. But this person he was within paid no heed to it, only pulling harder. Some of the flames on her arm were now creeping up his hand, but he didn’t let go. He pulled with all his might. Right until her arm came off. He fell backwards with the burned appendage grasped tightly in his arms, landing on his back. He looked up from the floor to see the woman’s face contorted in horror, her body shaking violently as her screams began to die in her throat. She fell limp, here eyes still wide open and bloodshot. No blood leaked from the stump of her arm, the flames having eaten at it until there was barely anything keeping it on her. Gormaric’s vision became blurry with tears as he gazed upon the now dead woman. Then he started to scream as he felt the flames from the arm he was holding catch unto his clothes and the rest of his body. He shook violently and tried to get back to his feet, but the pain was too great. He collapsed to the floor, his outstretched arms covered in fire. His hands contorted and shook as he saw and felt his arms blister and shrivel. His uncontrolled screams echoed out above the flames as he watched his skin quickly burn away right down to the bone. They were not the screams of a man, but of a very young boy. The last thing he saw before blacking out was his muscles and tendons glowing brightly as they began to piece themselves back together. Gormaric awoke alongside the others, still very much alive save for any bruises, cuts, or burns they got from earlier on the mountain. Thankfully, or rather I should say hopefully, no injuries they sustained were debilitating or fatal. They were all still one piece, but another problem would present itself once they got coordinated and woke up. They had no idea where they were. The area was black, and the floor was wet. Had anyone elected to create a light source, they’d see that floor was covered in a thin layer of blood. They’d also realize something else. There weren’t as many of them as before. They'd been separated.
  13. 4 points
    Fierach

    What are your roleplay goals?

    As if there is ever enough stabbing.
  14. 4 points
    Ink Fox

    What are your roleplay goals?

    What a good question! You never really think about the long term stuff till someone asks. I've been having some bad block lately so thinking on my goals helps a bit. I think my goals are: OOC 1. Learning new ways of battling writers block 2.developing my writing skills, I really like to write stuff that draws an audience in and gives them a good look into my character's psyche, but I feel like I tend to ramble sometimes lol 3. Make new rp friends and get over my shyness! I'm kinda timid at first and it takes me a while to get the courage to jump into a thread I wasn't directly invited into xD IC 1. I have plenty of goals for my gorgon character-- I hope one day she can become a confident leader and defender of her new home, but shes got a long road ahead of her. 2. For my other characters, I'd like to make a cast of characters whose emotions and personalities are very different. I'd like a cast of diverse people who really jump off the page as nicely as my main character, Xi. 3. Monsters, monsters, monsters! --I love me some monster boys and girls, but I like to portray these creatures in a new light, making them more relatable and endearing. 4. Love triangles -nuff said- lol
  15. 4 points
    OBELUS

    What will you learn?

    UPDATE Setsuko has been revived. Combat round concluded. The journey nears its end. She has answers for you
  16. 4 points
    OBELUS

    What do they know?

    Quetzalcoatl tears her hands from her face. She pushes herself up again, arms trembling with the effort. She fixes her stare on the Leaker. There is something strange in her eyes. Whatever it is, it resembles the wall of unreality that is nearly bearing down on you. A nest of brilliant snakes explodes from under the Leaker's feet. They arc over Setsuko and into its body. Black bruises bloom over invisible flesh. The monster writhes, limbs twisting and warping as Quetzalcoatl's power slithers within its bones. Quetzalcoatl whispers something inaudible. The leaker rips apart into a dozen inky chunks of black flesh. "We have to go," Quetzalcoatl says louder. One of her snakes enters Setsuko. The girl levitates, turning face-down. A moment later, the snake exits her mouth, bringing with it a flow of black liquid. Quetzalcoatl takes in a ragged breath. She turns her gaze northwards, and space contracts once more.
  17. 4 points
    vielle

    DEAD THREAD ZONE

    When @Mickey Flash and I came up with the idea while joking over a deadlocked thread we were in, I imagined it to be a very serious endeavor; it always pains me to see unfinished threads and stories lying around, but sometimes life gets in the way, or ideas fizzle out, and that's just how writing goes sometimes. I think there doesn't need to be any shaming with this concept, but rather it's a chance to give closure to the stories we may have left behind 😊 That said, thanks for the support everyone! Writers helping writers is always lovely to see 😄 Rest assured this group will do its best to give nominated threads the utmost respect they deserve ❤ More helping hands would be appreciated as well!
  18. 4 points
    SteamWarden

    DEAD THREAD ZONE

    A thread and group I'm definitely gonna support with every fiber in my being. Having been in a few threads and only one having an official ending I'm really glad to see a group of people wanting to turn around lack of endings with a turn to have them end in a possible way or spark new ideas and life into a thread people might have forgotten about.
  19. 4 points
    EpicRome23

    Acrophobia (Nightmare Realm 2:2B)

    At the call to arms from the paladin Fidelitas, Ilene nearly knocked over her chair as she rushed out of the tent. She could hear, from the clanking of their armor, that Gormaric and Frederick weren't far behind. Out in the clearing between the Aligorian tents, the Aligorian soldiers had begun to assemble, looking towards their leaders for further orders. The two men in armor approached the Subversor heavy infantry and the Warpgolems, while Ilene continued on her way towards the Shadow Guard. Somewhere in between them, Surus the war elephant lumbered into the clearing, the ten archers atop the platform on his back readying their bows and the driver grinning to himself as he imagined the devastation he was about to bring upon the forces of Yh'mi. Then, the fog arrived, washing over the Aligorian force along with the rest of the camp. When the fog cleared, Ilene found herself atop a plateau, sharing the cramped plateau with a multitude of the other defenders in the camp. Most immediately standing out to her was the Norkotian Idiot Brigade, as she liked to refer to them as in her mind. She looked around for her own forces, finding only four Shadow Guards whom silently slid through the people around to make their way over to her... and Surus. Her composure faded for a moment as she stared incredulously, though her mask concealed this from those around her. What kind of malevolent force had conspired to bring the damn elephant here, of all places? She hadn't had enough to drink to even begin to deal with the elephant. And with a look around the area, she could tell that she really didn't want to think about the logistics of getting Surus off of this plateau and onto that bridge, wherever the hell it lead to. She shook her head and turned as the four Shadow Guards approached her. "... Didn't I have more of you with me?" The Shadow Guards looked at each other, and then shrugged. "We thought so too, but either the fog brought them elsewhere... or dropped them over the edge." Ilene let out a long, deep sigh, then suddenly and angrily slashed the air with the curved blade that marked her as a person of high status within the Shadow Guard. The closest Shadow Guard winced as the tip of the blade nearly made contact with his face. "Lovely. And nobody knows what happened to Gormaric, Frederick, and the rest of our forces either... Well, it seems that we'll have to make do with just ourselves, the elephant, and whatever these other people can contribute. Neque preserve us, we might be better off trying our luck in taking a dive down into that fog." The Shadow Guards nodded in agreement, before one of them spoke up. "Well, before we commit to that course of action, Shadow Mistress, let's consider our options. We could hang around for a bit and try to form some semblance of order among everyone who ended up here. From what we've seen of the bridge so far, we'll have to take it single-file, and it will be a miracle if Surus manages to get on there and remain stable. Our second option is to, more or less, say 'screw it' and let them sort ourselves out while we take point on the bridge. With ourselves and the elephant, whatever creatures that are almost certainly lurking and waiting to strike as we begin to cross the bridge will have a lot to contend with. Thirdly, we follow your wonderful plan and take a swan dive off the plateau's edge. We'll either die, or it will turn out that the bridge was a lie and that was what we were supposed to do. I give us 70/30 odds on that one." Ilene smiled beneath her mask, and let out a slightly eerie laugh as she stepped forward and lifted up the Shadow Guard's chin with one of her fingers. "You're a talkative one, aren't you? Well, I like that better than the silent, brooding types Neque has seen fit to throw under my command this far... keep it up, and you might go far. That is, if you manage to survive the horrors of Yh'mi with your body and mind intact. There are no guarantees there. The Shadow Guard gulped loudly. "... But anyways, I've come to a decision. That paladin, Fidelitas, is here. Against my better judgement, we'll take the first course of action, and help him to establish order over this sorry rabble that we're surrounded by. Let us go, before somebody gets the brilliant idea to rush ahead on their own and get the entire lot of us killed." The four Shadow Guards nodded and fell in behind Ilene as she strode through the crowd toward Fidelitas. From another part of the plateau, Surus' driver noticed Ilene and moved Surus to try and meet up with her, unheeding of the people that might have been between the elephant and the Shadow Guard leader. After a short time, Ilene stood before Fidelitas and inclined her head respectfully, speaking to the paladin as the four Shadow Guards fell in line behind her. "As Gormaric is not here, Sir Fidelitas, I will be taking charge of all Aligorian forces that so happen to have ended up here with us. We are here to help as much as is within our power, so please, let us know what we can do." @jaistlyn
  20. 4 points
    jaistlyn

    DEAD THREAD ZONE

    🖐 Me! I consider myself pretty experienced in ending threads.. Question: With this effort, should we have a site-wide agreement as to when it’s reasonable for someone to request the TZS to close off a thread? Three months? Six months? Many of my threads are not closed because I’m not the original creator and I’m not sure if I’m being disrespectful if I close out the thread myself.. so if there’s a site-wide understanding of when it’s acceptable to close out the thread, I’d be much more comfortable asking the TZS to do it.
  21. 4 points
    SteamWarden

    There And Back Again OOC

    It's alright Mickey. Veta was letting the introductions go in any order before posting order happened.
  22. 3 points
    So I started a thread a while ago about creating summoned companions using charms, done with my charm making character Chinafel. I've currently got 1 active thread and would like to start a second, but with a difference. The current thread is aimed at creating a golem, so I'd like to do a thread about creating a living companion. E.G. a wolf, wyvern, pixie, etc. Just looking to get feedback on how my character works and ways to improve him. The concept is pretty simple. My character can create summoning charms using materials and it follows common fantasy rules, the rarer and more powerful the materials used the stronger summon. The materials used will of course affect the outcome of the companion E.G. A dragon scale + fae wings + electric essence = Electric Fae Dragon. This thread will be based around what you want out of your companion, so you'll pick everything that goes into it and how the journey goes. It can be a simple trip to the market or a grand adventure! Thanks for reading!
  23. 3 points
    EpicRome23

    What are your roleplay goals?

    I didn't vote for him, so therefore he's assuredly not the president! Now if he came up claiming a strange woman lying in a lake gave him a sword, making him king... that's totally a valid claim, one that I would wholeheartedly support! ... Anyways, to the actual topic! OOC Goals: Keep my little corner of Val, Aligoria, going strong. It's a one-man show at the moment, but I move things along as best I can in my spare time. I hope to draw in other people Soon(tm) and... basically what Alexei said, a place where my own concepts thrive and can be both enjoyed and used by others. Keep improving my writing! it's already perfect tho I feel pretty confident in my skill level, but there's always more to learn and more to improve on. Stab all the things, lol IC Goals: My Aligorian quartet of characters (Neque, Sibyla, Zerand, General Alexios) all strive to make Aligoria stronk. Their primary concern is the security of Aligoria's people, and helping to fulfill their desires wherever they so can. If the kingdom prospers, so do they. Though... Zerand has somewhat of an agenda of his own, ehehheh. Gormaric (and the Aligorian soldiers Neque sent to be placed under his command) has decided to put his (relatively) newfound freedom to good use and start stabbing shit over in Yh'mi. Effectiveness varies, but Yh'mi's going have to do as much as lopping off all of his limbs, if not more, to put a stop to him. And to keep some levity, I'm going to end with my boy Cerik, the wandering knight, who has several overlapping goals. First and best, to stab baddies wherever and whenever possible. Finger to temple Can't commit evil acts if they're dead, amirite? Second, he's taken to collecting artifacts in order to A.) Strengthen himself, B.) Put himself on a more even playing field with the stronger evil peeps out there, and C.) to keep said artifacts out the hands of said evil peeps. Finally, he definitely wouldn't mind having some some of god or divine entity in his corner, to throw out some divine intervention on occasion, and once again even the playing field further.
  24. 3 points
    I appreciate your dedication to the cause ma'am. 😁
  25. 3 points
    If he flies, he suddenly gets merced by 10 flying Magnus Chittens. XD
  26. 3 points
    Grubbistch

    DEAD THREAD ZONE

    I would certainly be interested in joining if at all possible.
  27. 3 points
    THE_BULL

    DEAD THREAD ZONE

    Highly interested in joining this squad, if infact I do meet the criteria which I believe i do. I am definitely willing to contribute to this cause. ALSO I'd be willing to offer NPC'ing to any of those who couldn't finish their threads due to lack of story telling. Or an NPC.
  28. 3 points
    Vetanoob

    There And Back Again OOC

    If it's alright with everyone then go right on ahead! 😄 Meaning if there's no objections from everyone the new posting order shall be the following: @Vetanoob @The Rabbit Emperor @SteamWarden @Rabbit @Mickey Flash @vielle
  29. 3 points
    Mickey Flash

    DEAD THREAD ZONE

    I thought about this, and I believe we'll have to limit our creation of endings to requests done by the original creator of the thread. If you are a part of a thread that was never finished and want it volunteered we can discuss it with the creator of the thread first to see if it's ok. If they are not on the site anymore, I believe I might have to see about that one. It might be something I'd ask @supernal about, to see if it'd be ok or if we can do some thread ending ideas separate, like I plan to do the third idea for the endings. I was going to create a Dead Thread Zone 3 to have the "all in fun" endings, with a link to the thread that inspired them and a tag for the creator of the thread who requested it. It doesn't make it a part of the thread officially, but can be a reference to an ending if the creator wants it to be when listing their character canon.
  30. 3 points
    Mickey Flash

    There And Back Again OOC

    Immie has no special skills except for the skill of knowledge. Now that will allow her to be a know-it-all in some things, but an expert in none. I couldn't imagine what her special skill would be listed as, since she isn't a warrior. Even though she's not in the special skills set, there can still be adventures dedicated to protecting the ship. She would just have to deal with it her way, using her knowledge as an advantage to replace her lack of fighting skills. Oops! I posted first waaaay before my posting time. I hope that's ok?
  31. 3 points
    vielle

    There And Back Again OOC

    Before it all goes down, I forgot to say that I'd like to swap places and be last in the posting order, if that's alrighty with everyone? 😄
  32. 3 points
    Rabbit

    There And Back Again

    The steady breeze blew Grovel's tattered old cloak, the cold air sending a shiver down his spine. The hustle and bustle was something he'd been use too, but airships were alien to the tattooed slave. Staring towards the ship, he clenched his ticket out of both excitement and fear. Grovel watched people slowly make their way aboard the ship, their fine attire and polished gear made him feel out of place. Whilst he'd never cared about much about his appearance, he still wanted to fit in. "Master always talked about the ships that fly, yes he did. Master liked these things and so must I! BUT WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME ABOUT THE PRETTY CLOTHES!?" He conversed with himself, stomping his foot on the ground like a child. Trying to muster the guts to go on his journey. With a jittery breath, he swallowed his nerves and trekked his way to the ship. The queue was moving fast, the attendants were working hard to keep things moving. The ship was big, or at least bigger than anything he'd seen. He noticed certain passengers being moved to higher levels of the deck, which even the simple minded slave could figure out was a clear wealth symbol. 'Powerful people, must be friends of master' Grovel finally got to the end and met with a shot bearded man, who at first gave him a weird look which quickly faded. "Ticket please" He said in a monotone manner. "You want my ticket?" Grovel uttered in a confused manner. "Yes....I need to check your ticket before you can come aboard" The attendant responded with an even more confused manner. "Check it" He looked at his ticket surprisingly "Okay, but please return it." He reluctantly handed his ticket over. It took Grovel many weeks and several jobs to afford his prized ticket. "Okay....well everything checks out, economy class 1. Please continued up and my fellow crew will point you towards you cabin. Thank you, and have a nice trip." "Yes yes, I will try! Thank you!" Grovel snatched the ticket out his hand, before excitedly entering the ship. Looking like a kid in a candy shop, he began searching for his area.
  33. 2 points
    supernal

    What are your roleplay goals?

    I’m more of a murder poet
  34. 2 points
    supernal

    What are your roleplay goals?

    Hmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm There was a lot for sure, but was it enough? I'm going to do just a little bit more and find out. And to be fair the research may indicate that there needs to be a lot more but I'm waiting to see what the studies say
  35. 2 points
    Fierach

    What are your roleplay goals?

    I'm with Praet here. I don't really have any plans. I have concepts, concepts that become characters, and then the characters themselves make plans and have dreams.
  36. 2 points
    Alexei

    Lords of Shadow [Artifact]

    Asher had never seen a town so unnaturally quiet, so devoid of life. Not even the sounds of animals could be found, causing the young prince to frown. He stood in the foyer of a large, if modest; home. Dust lay thick, the signs of violence evident from the overturned furniture, blood spatter, and even the scars of axe and sword in the plaster of the walls. What was missing were the bodies, none of the adults, and even more disconcerting; the children could be found. Alive or otherwise. It was obvious that whoever, or whatever; had done this had no intention of leaving much evidence behind. Aside from the obvious. Not even pets, like dogs or cats remained. It was clear that the intent was to clear out the entire village, no survivors. He tapped his chin with a metal-clad finger, thinking despite the uncomfortable dead silence that seemed to ring louder than any battle. Opal eyes shifted around the room, he traced the gouges and cuts in the walls with his fingers, as if attempting to elicit some hidden secrets. “This all is giving me a bad feeling, this wasn’t just some raid by brigands.” He muttered, though that was clearly obvious. It was frustrating, wanting more information but knowing that none of it would be good. Roen’s voice broke the silence as it came in over the device, breaking Asher from his dark thoughts. “No, which is stra-.” He was cut off by Elisha’s voice. By her tone, there was no doubt that what she found was a confirmation of what he feared, and knew; to be true. “On my way.” Was all he said, giving one last glance around the home, his face grim. He turned and exited out of the broken doorway. Many of the other homes were in equal states of destruction. Some less so, others merely blackened ruins with only a portion of the frames still intact. Its a wonder the fires hadn’t spread. It was a darkly humorous kind of luck, he thought. That the town survived though its inhabitants had not. Armored footsteps moved swiftly as he made his way to Elisha’s location. When he found her, curled in a ball on the floor by a pool of dried blood he grimaced. “Elisha, what happened? Are you alright?” He asked, worry sank into his words as he knelt down next to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “What did the blood tell you?” He asked, knowing well enough of her abilities by now.
  37. 2 points
    Fierach

    Acrophobia (Nightmare Realm 2:2B)

    In the time since Furthest Point was founded, more members of the Order of Force Majeure arrived to reinforce their tenuous foothold. The two Custodes, Barristan of Medusa, and Junia of Bek'nor, were less august then their superior Knightess Sheryl Wainwright, but no less helpful, immediately setting upon a routine of patrol, construction, and other aid. The two were an effective pair who often worked together on alternate pursuits for the Force Majeure, and they were the ideal candiates to support the Yh'mi campaign. When the fog rolled in, they were already up and awake, readying for another patrol, and they had their weapons held at the ready, expectant of a battle to come storming through the eerie cover. When the obscurment at last cleared, both Custodes found themselves flinging off their helms and taking great gasps of air, having almost suffocated in the abrupt heat. Their helmets clattered away, rolling off the edge of their platform, the surprise of their new position causing them to back away in shock. "What sorcery is this? Barristan murmured. His cohort Junia, brushed a sticky strand of her dark amber hair from her cheek as she leaned forth to eye the drop. "Guess we're not in Kansas anymore". "Where is Kansas?" A sigh. Barristan never did get her references. "... nevermind"
  38. 2 points
    Rin

    DEAD THREAD ZONE

    You can add me since I mostly have dead threads of my own lol
  39. 2 points
    OBELUS

    What do they know?

    You find yourself in a canyon. Above you, a pale sun shines in a pitch-black sky. A handful of lights are scattered in the dark. Every surface is monochrome. The ground is chalk-white. Rocks jut out of the ground in sharp angles, similar to the inside of a geode. You hear the click of a crossbow being loaded. "Identify yourselves," a cool voice says from behind you. Quetzalcoatl turns, then sags in relief. "Sefir," she whispers hoarsely. "So good... to see you." With that, the girl collapses. The mass of serpents coiling around her disappears. The woman behind you lowers her crossbow, eyes wide. She hurries to Quetzalcoatl's side, pressing two fingers to the girl's neck. The woman stands, then glares at you. "I don't know you, but I'm going to assume you're her friends. Help her carry me to camp." She sets off at a brisk jog towards a cave some distance in the EAST. To the NORTH, a village's lights glow orange. To the WEST, the river carves a gully in the white stone. To the EAST, a shallow cave is tucked between two rocky outcroppings. To the SOUTH, a strange shimmering nothingness blankets the horizon, stretching to the heavens.
  40. 2 points
    Financials (Using the Terrenus precious metals system.) Income Federal Work Study: 33 oz Rhodium Annually (597 WTA) Expenses Necessities (Food, clothes, etc.): 26 oz Rhodium Annually (597 WTA) Kingfisher Genesaris Trip Special Ticket: 5 Kites (Equivalent to 1 oz Gold after exchange rate.*) Savings Total: 6 oz Rhodium, 3 oz Platinum and 1 oz Gold *Note: This is an assumption, actual exchange rate may vary.
  41. 2 points
    Vansin

    DEAD THREAD ZONE

    This is a good idea. Mickey, Vielle, well done. If I had the time to help this I would. I hope others do.
  42. 2 points
    Mickey Flash

    DEAD THREAD ZONE

    That’s a good idea! It can be another option that RPers can choose should they need NPC help. Welcome aboard, @THE_BULL. It is very possible. Added.
  43. 2 points
    @P.N.See By the by, if you want to pop your turret down on top of the elephant, you totally have my permission to do so. Whether you let me know so that I can work that into a post of mine, or you just want to have it fall from the sky and land perfectly on top of him is up to you, lol.
  44. 2 points
    supernal

    DEAD THREAD ZONE

    If someone polishes a turd and makes it shine, I'm thanking the polisher. That's the one that actually takes effort. Thanks Mickey! I also think you're cutting out vielle from the equation for some reason. Thanks vielle!
  45. 2 points
    supernal

    DEAD THREAD ZONE

    Correct. This is under the operating assumption that the thread creator isn't around anymore to give any input. Not that you do it against their wishes
  46. 2 points
    EpicRome23

    DEAD THREAD ZONE

    👀 I volunteer as tribute I'd like to throw my hat into the ring! I'm fairly certain that I hit all three of the mentioned criteria, and I also love the idea. Lord knows there's quite a few great threads I've been involved in that have met with unfortunate, premature ends... and even if I can only help prevent that for other people, that's good enough for me.
  47. 2 points
    vielle

    Pagans in the Night (Closed)

    Iomhar IC is tired and wants to rest for a night and then go the day after 😅 ignore him; we could say the lodgings are for when they come back from the desert
  48. 2 points
    The Rabbit Emperor

    There And Back Again OOC

    I look forward to Leo desperately fighting dragons alone with his pea shooter. Also I love Grovel.
  49. 2 points
    Leo wasn't much of a cook, but then again there wasn't exactly any spices laying around to make a delicious meal. Leo had impaled the bird on a stick, setting it near enough to the fire to cook but far enough he hoped to not badly char the outside. When Yineffe requested to find plants that would make a good tea Leo nodded along. "Tea would be nice." He said, smirking at the pair before opening up the large survival pack Professor Cutler had given him. The contents were varied and he laid out each and gave them a quick once over, his curiosity was satisfied he quickly stuffed the bag once more, nearly perfectly copying the original packing method so as to not disturb the balance of the bag. Leo made sure not to pack the knife as he finally finished, imagining it would make eating the quail a bit easier. Alone with the fire and the smell of meat Leo unholstered his revolver and opened the cylinder, ejecting the spent case and stuffing it into one the exterior pockets of his jacket. He then fished through the interior pocket of his jacket, drawing out a small zippered fabric case. Inside were six rounds held down by velcro straps, a small bottle of oil, a microfiber cloth and a small rod with a slit at each end, The cylinder still open Leo removed the oil, rod and rag and got to cleaning the barrel and locking surfaces of the old revolver. Satisfied with the job he removed a single round from the case, slide it in the cylinder and closed it, reholstering the weapon and putting away the cleaning case. Enough time had passed, and Leo removed the quail from the heat - he was quite hungry, but he felt it polite to wait for the others at least.
  50. 2 points
    TODAY IS THE DAAAAY~
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