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  1. Have fun! It seems like a silly thing to say. We’re all here because we enjoy rp. But it’s good to make sure that after all the planning and attention to development and good storytelling that you had fun.
  2. “I wonder, how do you think the night would have gone if this losing streak continues?” The question isn’t sincere and he certainly doesn’t expect an answer. “They say that normal people will commit atrocities so long as you start them out small, you know. You have to get your foot in the door. Get them to agree to do something inconsequential and slowly work your way up. Next thing you know, a normal person is committing acts of genocide. I wonder…” he pauses a moment to look over to Dew whom he finds himself feeling utterly indifferent to. “I wonder how far things would have gone?” — Farkis (Praetorian) “If you asked me a week ago, I don't think I could legally give you a sock after a month on the road." — Ainsworth out of context
  3. Current mood: I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger

  4. Oh lord that’s a throwback. I used to watch that movie on vhs and sing the “bobbing along” song with my siblings
  5. The footsteps were so close that Ainsworth could hear them over the roar of the blood rushing through his ears. The shadow paused directly over them. There was a moment of silence. It seemed like the entire forest was holding its breath. A click of the safety being disengaged. Ainsworth looked up straight into the masked face of the bandit. Two things happened at once. The bandit, upon seeing them, took a breath to yell for the others. Their crossbow was pointed directly at them with their finger over the trigger. Almost instantly Ainsworth let out a muffled noise of alarm from behind clenched teeth and made a panicked grabbing motion with his arms. A small, barely visible shimmer of a similar-looking magic to the type that made up his shield appeared in front of the bandit and grabbed the front of their armor. It pulled them forward and sent them off balance. The bank was steep enough that they fell down towards Luna and Ainsworth. They landed in a mess of limbs and struck out wildly. Ainsworth barely managed to throw himself backwards in time to avoid a kick to the chest. The bandit's crossbow fired with a loud crack. In the commotion, Ainsworth couldn't see where it shot.
  6. That’s useful to know! Thanks!
  7. Hnng my internet went out right before I hit submit so guess which lucky cactus has to rewrite a whole post stupid WiFi lol
  8. As soon as the spell formed in the clearing, Ainsworth felt a second draw of power, greater than the first, as the figures took shape and began to move. It felt like weights had been suddenly tied to his limbs and the temperature had been dropped by 20 degrees. The sudden fatigue would be worrying at any other time, but his full concentration was focused solely on keeping the illusion intact as it projected further and further away from their hiding spot. He kept his head down and continued to silently mouth the words to the spell and feed it more magic. It was nerve wracking not being able to to see what was going on above. There was a loud crack as the branch finally split. He heard voices saying words of warning and the sound of quick movement as the branch hit the ground with a thud. There were noises of confusion before a few voice rose up, yelling, "In the trees! Go!" and "They're getting away!" Footsteps neared then passed the bank, going deeper into the forest. A crossbow fired from up ahead. Ainsworth let out a shaky sigh of relief and looked over at Luna. "Good shot," he whispered. He started to shimmy further down the bank into the bushes. It looked like there was a second slope further down from where they were. He froze as he heard another set of footsteps approaching the bank. A bandit must have doubled back or had lagged behind the group. They cast a shadow over the thicket as they stopped close to the edge of the bank. Ainsworth looked back at Luna with wide eyes. His face had gone pale. If she had another plan, this was a good time to use it.
  9. The trees were dense and the ground was uneven, but Ainsworth didn't slow as he and Luna wove through the forest, bolts zipping overhead. A low hanging branch in his path scratched his face as he stumbled over a rock. The shield spell flickered behind them and slowly distorted, leaving gaps in the middle. He was too preoccupied with not falling that he couldn't keep the shield in one form. A bolt hit the top edge, sending a ripple through the entire spell. He wasn't sure it would stop the next one or shatter upon impact. Luna shouted his name and joined him. He met her gaze and saw where she was looking and the knife in her hand. His eyes, previously wide with fear and exertion, narrowed as he pieced together her plan. It could work. It was a million-to-one shot, but it could work. "Do it." He was out of breath, but there was urgency in his voice. There was a bank that dipped down behind a cluster of bushes further ahead to the side of the direction they were running. "Luna, you see the thickets?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small bag of glass dust. Without stopping he smeared his thumb through the blood that had welled to the surface of his cheek, reached up and yanked a hair from the horse's mane, and dropped both into the bag. There wasn't time to get anything from Luna, so he would have to make the illusion from reference. The shield spell flickered one last time, then dropped completely. A bolt cut through the air too closely for comfort as he began focusing on the spell. he felt the familiar drain of energy as it started to activate and he almost tripped. One person was difficult enough. Two people and a horse could be a problem. He just hoped Luna's distraction would be enough. He raced forward and veered off towards the bushes, hoping that Luna would follow suit. The bank was steeper than he thought and he slid for a second before he was able to stop and peer over the top. The horse eventually slid down too and disappeared further down into the bushes after a few seconds of force. He listened for the sound of a falling branch. If it didn't fall, he waited until Luna was nearby before throwing the now red hot pouch of components as far away from them as possible and ducking down. It would land in a clear space between the trees and a silent illusion of two people and a horse raced off through the woods. It was far from perfect. They moved through the occasional bush and tree trunk, their forms were fuzzy, and they cast no shadow, but it was a decent illusion considering the circumstances. Depending on Luna's success and the success of his spell, he tensed as he waited to see if they would have to keep fleeing.
  10. Ainsworth tried his best to keep up with Luna, but as more bolts cut through the air around them, he started to fall behind as they spooked his horse. He had to tug it forward, trying to keep it moving away from the chaos. He stumbled back with a yell of surprise as a bolt cut through the space between his head and the horse. The horse reared up on to its hind legs and it was all Ainsworth could do to keep his grip on the lead, much less keep running. There was a flash of white in his periphery. A bandit's pale face beneath a hood peered out from behind a nearby tree. Their crossbow was aimed directly at him. Ainsworth panicked. He let go of the lead and brought his hands up in front of him in a defensive gesture, spouting the garbled words for a defensive spell. A translucent, shimmering wall, about 3 feet tall and wide, formed between him and the bandit just as the bolt shot forward from the crossbow. It bounced off the wall, but Ainsworth staggered as the spell threatened to crumble. It wasn't a component-backed spell, so it would only stay up as long as he could keep it up. And judging from the situation around them, it wouldn't be long. He grabbed control of the horse again and guided it forward as fast as he could. He was several yards behind Luna at this point and would fall further behind if she didn't slow. "Get into the trees," he shouted at her. "We're sitting ducks out here!" Hopefully, they would be harder to hit inside the woods. At the very least, it would buy them precious time. He ran for an opening in the trees off the left side of the road ahead. His shield spell followed close behind him. If Luna got close enough, the protection would extend to her. All he could do now was keep running and hope they could figure something out before it was too late.
  11. He was acutely aware of of Luna's building apprehension as well as his own. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her hand brush against a weapon and he felt a chill of fear run up his spine. His breath caught as memories of razor sharp twin blades added fuel to the growing fire of anxiety building within him. There was a hollow pit in his stomach and his fingers unconsciously worried away at whatever he was holding. He focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Just keep walking and everything would be okay. Her voice sent a cold wave of dread sweeping through him. He twisted around again. This time, he caught the blur of motion as something decidedly humanoid moved through the trees. Ainsworth snapped back forward. His face was pale and his hands were beginning to shake. "Shit," he whispered. "Shit shit shit shit." He began to walk faster. He automatically reached into his jacket and fumbled around within the inside pockets. He couldn't remember the last time he took inventory. Did he even have anything left? There were two fire packets, one dwindling bag of glass dust, and a few miscellaneous components. It might be enough to get away if they were lucky. He could feel the hagstone inside its secret pocket and he morbidly wondered who's pocket it would return to if things ended badly. There was no safety of a caravan to give them a fighting chance. He risked another glance back. There was a flash of movement behind a different cluster of trees. His eyes snapped back too late to where the bandit with the crossbow was. The weapon was raised and sighted at them. Ainsworth whirled back around. There was a loud crack as the crossbow bolt whizzed overhead and hit the trunk of a nearby tree, sending out an explosion of bark. A yell went up in the woods around them. "Run!" He yelled. He would grab Luna's arm to drag her along if she didn't start moving right away.
  12. "It sounds like you're pretty well traveled then," he said, nodding along as she talked. "No, I'm not from union city. Just passing through." He hesitated for a moment. "Actually, I'm from Ballard Bay originally. If it was still on the map, I'd recommend a few good bars. As it is, I can give you the names of a few places in Union City if you go back someday." He absentmindedly rubbed the back of his neck. It felt weird to mention his hometown again. Between leaving as a young adult and living in the South for the last few years, it wasn't a topic of conversation he frequently found himself in. Usually when people asked, he just told them he was from Valjer and the conversation ended there. Ainsworth started as a sudden snap of a branch from behind them dragged him out of his head. His grip instinctively tightened on the horse's lead as he looked over his shoulder at the empty road. "Gods, I'm jumpy." he muttered. He nervously fiddled with a loose thread on his shirt and he checked over his shoulder again. As the shadows lengthened it became harder to tell what was merely a strange bush or something more sinister. Was that a deer or someone with a crossbow? He blinked and the forest was empty again. "Sorry. I thought I saw something. I mean, I didn't- obviously..." He forced a laugh. "You know, if there were bandits- and I'm not saying there are- they would probably be looking for company too. I'd imagine it would get pretty boring out here. No one for miles... far enough away from the city to evade the local militia but close enough to sell stolen goods... only the occasional caravan coming through areas where it would be easy to surround and separate anyone protecting it." His ramblings trailed off. He tried to smile, but the familiar growing feeling of anxiety in his chest made it difficult. Something wasn't right. "It's probably irrational, but I really hope we spot that inn soon."
  13. You’re not wrong. The villain is normal Cheshire Cat. Then you have fat cat, hot cat, furry, royal cat, and sweet cat. Also a bird is there.
  14. Ainsworth motioned back at his horse. There was a mix of containers strapped to its back that held a mix of supplies and cargo. "I'm on a long haul job. A shipping company In Union City wanted letters and some cargo delivered to one of their offices on the West coast. I took airships for as far as I could, but I couldn't get a seat on one headed this way soon enough, so I'm walking the last stretch." He looked mildly concerned when Luna mentioned that a nearby town warned her of bandits. He hadn't expected bandit activity this far out. It gave him an uneasy feeling, but he didn't say anything. He found himself more aware of the sounds going on around them. Each time the wind or a small animals rustled the the plants around them, the little voice of doubt in the back of his mind whispered, 'what if...' He made an exaggerated face of displeasure as she joked with him. "I'm not a picky eater, but that would be cruel," he laughed. "Don't jinx us, please. I'm begging you. i'm holding out for the good food." He was enjoying the company. It was nice to finally talk to someone for more than a passing word. "So," he said, switching topics before he got too hungry, "Are you from the Carmine Dominion originally or is it just where you're coming from? I've been to a lot of the major cities in there. There's some nice places."
  15. "It's nice to meet you, Luna," he replied. His eyes widened into an expression of alarm and concern as she described her encounter. He swore quietly and looked away. Of course she seemed wary of him, a stranger. Anyone would be after that. "I-... I'm sorry that happened to you." He wasn't sure what to say. Her story cut a little too deep for comfort. It was a familiar tale. It didn't matter how many good people you could meet on the road if your journey was cut short by the few people who fit the description of monster better than person. It wasn't unusual to hear of violence on the wilderness road. It was unusual, though, to hear of a lone traveler surviving the encounter. "I'm glad you're still here," he said, lightening his tone again to match hers. "I'm sure the military or any good job would be happy to have you." He returned her smile at her last comment. "Hopefully not. I can't imagine any bandits being successful out here. It's a bit hard to rob people if there's no people to rob. The worst I've heard so far are the wolves, but I haven't seen them yet. If our luck holds out and there's an inn around here, we won't have to worry about either. Then, my only worry is what to eat. Imagine a hot, home cooked meal. A meaty stew with a chunk of fresh bread on the side and a cup of ale. I think I could die happy at that point." If on cue, his stomach growled and he laughed. "Maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up yet."
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