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  1. Morgaine Le Fey stands as one of the most prominent Sorceress' of all time. Her reputation precedes her, as an individual she has accomplishments that have established her as an individual to not only fear, but respect. However despite all of this she has met with failure, failures that have left lasting impressions of greater magnitude then her accomplishments. At least in her eyes. Her betrayal at the hands of Felix Faust had saw to her entrapment within the mirror realm for a the better part of a century and since her re-emergence she has been on a path of redemption ever since. Going so far as to expend herself and her great mystical talents to acquire great artifacts namely one of her most prized possessions, the likes of which she thumbs through this very moment. The Eternity Book. A powerful mystical artifact formerly owned by one of the most powerful practitioners of mysticism and sorcery of all time--Merlin. Prized by others for it's contents. Powerful spells the likes of which few could even imagine, few like Morgaine herself who, smiles wide at the content before her eyes beneath that golden mask. Within the confines of her chamber, a Dimly lit castle domain. She was surrounded by aged granite stones, high ceilings, wide walkways and maze like expansions of a domain constructed by mysticism, surrounded by it. Here in Arcania, a sub astral dimension where she had only recently found residency. IT suited her needs. Secluded, and not easily reached and nestled between the planes of existence where neither man or god, or demon or angel frequents. Beyond these walls was nothing more then a veil of darkness, and she and she alone dwelled and ruled here. A single finger encased within a gold armor traced along the aged parchment. Her eyes following the tip while her lips silently mumbled the incantations. She practiced them, over and over and had been since she obtained this artifact as she sought to master every single one within. She had goals and aspirations. However she had limitations. Her actions had consequences, and an artifact such as this one doesn't go unnoticed. Forces would be gathered to get the book back and she hadn't recovered all of her might during her time here. Some or most of the spells within the book were beyond the scope of controlling in her current form, and so it had long came to the under-standing that the would need "Help" to obtain her goals or at least help in the form of a distraction. She needed to strike those that would strike her..before they could manage to do so. She spoke it...slamming the book shut in frustration. "I need a champion...." She'd stand and crossed her hands in front of her. Walking up to a well of knowledge before strumming her fingers over the still waters. "In order to gather what I need to prepare for what comes, my would be opposition...they need to be neutralized. It's I who should make the first move, but who..." The well of knowledge, in response to her question would begin to mirror the images of mystical beings, the likes that she could control or employ, but unfortunately had ties that weren't favorable. "The justice league has many ally's, as there are many would be mystics of the light that would seek to thwart me....and I don't want to garner the attention of any with similar aspirations of mine but more power....like Trigon.." She exhaled and turned to the one being that did exist here with her, an abstract entity, bound to this place by her spell, nonetheless a trusted advisor the likes of which she had kept alive through these means. "I require a being powerful enough to combat the justice league on even grounds, yet still be managed by my spells. Few being exists within the normal domains, and those that do are either allies with my enemies or their weaknesses are common knowledge to my enemies. I must cast a wider net..." And so she returned to the book where her practiced incantations grew louder. Her hands became alight with mystic anima which pooled into a gathered anomoly just meters before her. AS her words grew louder and rang out, the anomoly before her grew in strength and prominence as she began the processs of a 1"Summoning"....
  2. Click. The sound of a .44 revolver's hammer being pulled back pierced the silence in the air. Inside of an old building that hadn't been occupied for years, the boss and underboss of the Woodruff Crime Family found a secure location for the execution of traitors to their organization. Kneeling before Alexander Woodruff, head of the Woodruff Crime Family, was a low-level street pusher in the ice city. Mainly the distribution of crystal-rocks, a poor mans drug which induces an intense euphoria followed by a deep trance of alternate reality. The drug is commonly unknown to many due to it's rare production prerequisites, needing a near freezing temperature to be synthesized correctly. "Please, I'll do anything," the man cried out, his hands bound behind his back and a blindfold obstructing his vision. Alexander Woodruff chuckled. "Anything," Woodruff let out a laugh, but it quickly faded, "Anything would have been acceptable before you lost one hundred thousand dollars worth of Athenthian gold. My one hundred thousand dollars." Bang! Alexander Woodruff pulled the trigger on his revolver, the electric metal ball entered the skull of the man being held captive and released a pulse of blue electricity, frying the wiring in his brain. Alexander Woodruff was dressed in a black three-piece suit, with a black shirt on underneath, along with a black tie. He opened his jacket and concealed his revolver in the holster that swung below his arm. "Diamond, clean this shit up. We need to find a way to move our product to Genesaris. The only way we'll be able to expand, conquer, and dominate is by moving our product to other lands." Diamond nodded and pulled out a small device, spoke something into it, followed by three men bursting through the door with black stone shell, pump-action shotguns. They carried themselves in an important manner, immediately putting on blue hazard masks before they started cleaning up the brain smeared on the floor. -- Six Hours Later -- Alexander Woodruff sat on a bar stool somewhere North of their previous location. Beside him sat a duffel bag presumably filled with the one hundred thousand dollars worth of Athenthan gold. He raised his glass filled with a golden colored liquid to his mouth and took two consecutive sips. The word had been put out that the Woodruff's needed a safe passage to Genesaris, along with a viable method to transport their illicit drugs, dirty money, and stolen firearms from land to land. The price he offered to pay was hardly anything near a waste of time. Hell, he even offered potential membership to the soul that would help. More than 75% of the family had been assimilated by a former rival gang. All he needed to do was wait for someone to reach out to him. That's all he could do.
  3. A journey to the Cold Mountains is a somewhat perilous one indeed. Especially for this old man that marches his way up the mountains, making footholds in the snow as he walks so that the winds do not make light work out of all of his progress. It is important to Edward to reach a place near the summit. As the winds whip and howl against the hazardous stone surroundings, Edward coughs constantly. Each cough is covered by his gloved hand, though this doesn't hide the fact that embers similar to those that come off of the tip of a flame flee from the inner depths of his chest. If the man were to be seen, he would almost appear to be a bear walking along on its hind legs due to the massive pelt that protects him from the cold and his massive amount of hair, including facial. His journey does not end when he reaches the place that he seeks on the summit, it only begins. He carries a small satchel on his belt, opposite the scabbard of his shortsword, that only seems to carry a large book. Edward is on somewhat of a self-finding journey, one where he may find himself and help others to find the Gods. As he continues towards this journey, he witnesses many of the signs that he needs to along the way. From the base of this mountain range, he has witnessed four out of the five that he has experienced in life. The first and second experience happened near the base of the mountain. It was odd because it seemed that they happened simultaneously, just like the experiences from his past and the darker side of it. He fished a river before crossing it, though got no fish. A small family of beavers owns that river and apparently all of the fish in it. At the moment he realized this, a small rabbit from the bank snickered at him and darted up the mountain. This is where his journey began. The third happened not too long after, though it was quite a way up the mountain. He had followed that taunting rabbit a long way until the third, the teeth of the wolf, crushed the poor soul's skull. The circle of life. So he instead he followed the wolf, stalked it as he watched it stalk the rest of his appetite. A sharp snarl and a vicious bark to the fourth is what ended the time of the third and what it had to show to Edward. The bear, the fourth experience mauled the wolf for his angst against such a superior beast of the wild. And he enjoyed himself. The bear picked the small wolf clean and proceeded to sleep soundly through the cold night. Edward decided to do the same and slept too good. The next day, he awoke midday and the fourth was gone. So he walked, through the night to get where he is on this bright morning, almost three quarters of the way up the mountain.
  4. "You're foken pullin' ma knob...go on then. Pull it out." Alistair stared intently at his opponent, it was a cold icy stare that only the coldest of hearts could deliver in such games of chance. "If ya bluffin' I swear on d'almighty I'll gut ya where ya stand. Go on then." He prodded...finally...the young kid threw his cards on top of the crates Alistair and his new passing friends sat. Local "street rats" as they were deemed. The three burst into laughter as Alistair broke off some bread, tossing it to the kids. He'd reach for his pocket knife and start cutting some cured meat as well for the lads. "Foken knew it. I'm tellin' ya lads. When I was yo'r age I was pullin' coin from blokes twice my size. Y'gotta get bet-uh at playin' yo'r 'and yea? I ain't talkin' 'bout the ones 'ere neeva. I'm talkin' dis 'ere..." He'd pinch the one kid's cheek who was caught with a lousy hand. "People are suckas for cute n' cuddly types." He hand out some pieces of meat, munching with the youngsters as he then proceeded to instruct them on cards, bluffing, and everything else to sustain some coin. Though Alistair lived a fairly normal life, working in his family's farm he did so stirring up trouble and earning extra coin by doing some simple card gritting with elitists who felt they knew better. Nothing more satisfying than making a fool realize they're a fool. The kids huddled closer as he was showing simple slights of hand and cards they should aim to have at the top when they are cut. A good chuckle was had, he had spent little time getting acquainted with some of the local fair. While the grandeur of his introduction prior was all well and good, he was more in his element with the humble sort. A good time was had, until a rather tall, lanky man with hair dull and strung out, stuck together with sweat and grime approached. "Alright back to work you little bastards!" Alistair, who had been smiling just a moment a go peered over his cards to the man, motioning with the kids to stay where they were before stepping down from the crate. "These yo'r kids that it?" He asked. "I offer them protection so yea, their mine." "An' you talk to 'em like that? They're 'avin a good time, laughin'. Let 'em 'ave a laugh." "Believe me, they are looking for more than a talking if they don't move their sorry asses." "You hit 'em that's it?" "If you don't get out of my face swear to Christ I'll kick the ever living shit out of you, and they'll get it worse thanks to you. So think about it. Also who are you again? Talking to me like I don't know what the fuck I'm doing?" "Now mate...no need to get all fussy like that. Come-come let's 'ave a proper word you an' I and I'm sure we can work fings out." Before the irate man could retaliate Alistair snatched his collar and headbutt him twice in the nose. The man crumpled to his knees. "No need fo'r names, but know dis 'ere is my 'ome now. Y'foke with 'ese kids, lay a finger on 'em I'll scewer yo'r balls an' roast 'em for d'pigs." With that Alistair held his wrist close to the man's eyes and triggered his retractable punch blade. "Off wit ya. Gotta finish teachin' 'ese kids a proper skill." As he climbed the crate once more he saw one of the kids wearing his hat but quickly taking it off. "None of that now. Keep it." He'd prop the hat on the kid's head before they resumed their meal and lesson. The once lanky man slithered away, trail of blood from his broken nose the only sign of his passing through.
  5. (Sequel to : ) Power drew from vanity,controlled by hands of evil Should it go wild,will make everything scather Balance will be distrupted with the sealing pieces It will bring chaos,And only death and demise The sky will fall, The ground and waters will be diseased Just as the arcane knowledge many praise. Fire will go cold, ice will go warm. The living will be dead,and the dead will live once more. For the light will go back,the stars stop shining. the sun is dead cold,the moon is black too. The world is dark. This prophecy couldn't let her sleep, when her dream had its sweetest state, the scene with the phoenix muthering the words of the poem were striking up in her subconcious, jerking the girl out of her slumber and putting her into an unpleasant state. The case had been solved, Libald was put in prison for 20 years.Rachel could still feel anger when she thought about the man, being a light mage and commiting terrible crimes for selfish purposes is a federal offense."Well, I hope at least the hoes in the prison will like his dress...", she thought. Rachel was happy to see that Tresh recovered, when she was invited to the party, she saw it with her own two eyes: the phoenix had done a wonderful job,except when he gave the prophecy, the pyromancer thought she could do well without SLEEPLESS NIGHTS.The party was thrown by... somebody named Kevinar Reyese, "Isn't he the same guy Libald talked about when he threw a tantrum?", she asked herself in her mind.Anyway, she was surpised that Castellus himself decided that he deserved a party too, "Fun fact:This old man knows to party better than all my classmates combined." She chose not to drink, though, the nightmares had already made sleeping hard for her, in the morning she's possibly more tired than the momment she went to sleep, drinking would only make it worse.Rachel didn't hesitate to eat... and shoot fireworks into the sky. She had to ask herself, though. "What now?",Rachel doubted she could make it back to Earth soon, so it was a 1 million gold question what she would do next, she grasped a better concept of how things work here, but it wasn't enough, not even close enough, Rachel couldn't even find Elliot, or get a clue about his whereabouts.All without his memories, the light mage was exposed to all the odds of this foul world, more precisely, was exposed for his father's pursuit to kill all the guardians of the medalions, needed to unlock the forbbiden knowledge of Earth. Great summary, right? Too bad Rachel had been introverted and kept that to herself, and she wouldn't change her mind about this anytime soon. Well, after all, They didn't know where Elliot is, neither did Rachel, her only clue, as much as it hated the fact, was the prophecy let by the phoenix, which obviously hadn't made much sense for the 16 year-old. But still... what should Rachel do? Her only idea was to remain where she was, the girl really hated to admit it, but she wouldn't be able to stand her ground against her father, not a bit. She needed to become more powerful. "Anyways, Rachel, back to pretending-you're-a-fully-functional-being-but-you-know-well-you-are-actually-a-menthal-hot-mess." She was at the party, the wierdest thing happened to her : a woman, possibly in her 30's, approached her. She had brown hair and red eyes, she wore a traditional pyromancer dress, her staff always with her.She must have been a really big figure, otherwhise, why would she dress that fancy?"I guess over-dressing is a thing around here...", Rachel thought.The woman approached Rachel, it was a bit awkward.Her steps were silent, and it was almost like she wanted Rachel. "I pressume you must be Rachel Amber..", the woman said, loudly enough so everybody near her could hear it.Rachle nodded, feeling so awkward, who was that witch and from where had she known her name?She couldn't remind telling it to anyone other than the people ,she was 100% sure those people didn't tell the woman anything about her. "I just couldn't resist the temptation of coming and meeting you, I've been told you pulled off a phoenix to break the bond between the reckless light mage and poor Tresh, remarkable,nontheless.", the woman said, sitting down near Rachel.The witch looked her in the eyes, what did she want?Possibly she wanted Rachel to teach it to her.... which she was unable to because the phoenix should want to come to you, not the other way around. Rachel stood next to her motionlessly, starring at her, "Who the hell told you that?", she thought. "News travel fast, dear,I for one, heard it from Castellus himself.And, assuming you don't have any OTHER businesses to attend, I would like you to attend my class instead . I teach Fire magic at the academy, and I think you could just fit in the many vacant positions I have in my... let's says honors class. Of course, you'd be getting your own dorm, and you could also attend other classes, too, if you wanted." Castellus was waving in the distance, possibly way too "stoned" by the party to do anything else than that. Truth is, the woman was really persuasive, but she didn't come off as evil, possibly she was just a really ambitious teacher, sick of some unpleasant details about her class.Rachel was stunned, she came off as a female Gandalf for summoning a phoenix. She thought it through. "That feels like something useful. I accept. What's your name,though?", she asked with a smile on her face, maybe that was the solution she had to find for now. She was looking around the campus, finally finding the fire school.It looked to be really crowded... It was almost like everybody wanted to be a fire mage, it was strange, yet really exciting.The teacher's name was Alan Nightshade,"Wierd name for a pyromancer, perhaps she's married.". She was wondering where she would be meeting familiar faces.
  6. 1678AY, 6 May Yral, Lyonesse The Ruins of the Solstice Temple Sunday, 10:00A.M God, Elders we're not kind to Lyonesse. Rin had destroyed the one thing that gave them safety, an advantage. The Solstice Temple. She had in one single swoop come and destroy their only line of defense against Athentha and it's demons. And the imprisoned souls of the ones locked in the Solstice Temple, well they were dead. Rin didn't want these demons to compete with her. Yral, in her defense, knew it was time to bring forth it's people to rebuild a new temple, with a new name. However, Rin was not the only danger in the lands. You see, things were not always good in the land. The hero of Lyonesse, Sayndar Lammecoil, knew he couldn't keep all forms of evil out of the land even though he tried his damn hardest. But something about a mysterious being coming to the land in the days before only named Serphus didn't make him feel any better. He knew the legends well, the names involved with the tales. Serphus offered to build them a new temple. One better than before. Yet no one knew who this being was. It could appear as whatever it wanted. What ever you wanted it to be. And it held something dangerous within it's own hidden secrets. Grant Lyon, who was still on his death bed, had agreed strangely to this man's request. He allowed at all and any cost for a new temple to go up. They needed something to defend themselves from Athentha. They were eternal rivals after all. Two Days Later... The days after the agreement of a new temple was allowed, building had gone up. Serphus with it's charm and wit, was able to sweet talk a crew into starting immediately. Probably promised it something beyond being offered. And so construction was beginning. However, the building of the temple would be different from the last. Oh, they would use brick and mortar, but Serphus added two components that would change the land as we knew it. The Sunburst Justice ore and the Black Heart Mirror ore. Serphus smiled to itself as it watched the crew build the temple slowly. People in the city began to talk about the stranger. Starting rumors of unimaginable belief. Whispers and gossip spread among the people and Sayndar was wary. He had to make sure the land was safe, even from the strangers. He wondered how Serphus was able to sweet talk his way into building the new temple. And he wondered what it would be named. Sayndar walked to Lyon's Chambers as he would have a talk with the ailing leader. He eyed the line of people wanting to speak with the leader. He sighed. So many complaints he overheard. Lyonesse would not go down the same road Athentha went if he could help it. But who was this Serphus and what did it want in the land of Lyonesse. Sayndar would find out.
  7. Sweat and Blood Roman had heard rumors about the training grounds which were finally displayed in front of him after a long travel. If Roman was to face the odds of fate itself, he would have to learn to handle his own. It was nice to rely on others but he knew for sure that there would be times where he would need to stand his own grounds. He approached the place with a long and thin dagger as his only weapon. He held no specific attachment to said weapon as it was more of a ritualistic tool for him but figured that it was better to enter such a place with at least something. He was told that there were few places better than here to learn the basic of fighting. He knew that there was no way that anyone here could help him with his special abilities, but martial prowess on its own had a massive appeal. Looking around to all the buildings, he had no idea where to start. He roamed around, noticing just how well thought out everything was. It was clearly a place made for learning and efficiency, not fancy displays or to impress. The very place itself was speaking strongly of the values that were apparently taught here. He nodded to himself. Even before meeting a single person, the atmosphere of the place told him her made the right decision.
  8. It was another beautiful dawn upon the Bandit Camp of the Nar Oestean Jungle. Fires still burned from the night before as the camp was busy, bustling with life to begin a day. A day of business as they did on any day. The life of a Bandit was a busy and tiresome one. This was why most failed to hold the constitution and fortitude necessary to essentially be a land pirate. Imagine being a pirate, without having the time to relax and rest while the ship was at sea. That was a Bandit's life. Always roaming, always working. Ever vigilant for the next big score, and always searching for more unsavory types that weren't afraid to do business with them. Within the largest cabin towards the center of the back of the camp, closest to the border that would project one into the dark lands of the east, a man had awoken to the sounds of bird's song, and the warm caress of the suns rays upon his face. As he became aware of his surroundings and recalled the night before, it became apparent that he had come to bed last night with company. Two human women and a rather attractive female orc were present, in which case he pried lingering limbs from his body prior to climbing out of the comfort of his bed. Swiftly equipping himself with his lack luster and worn attire of khaki style pants that would tuck into the tops of his boots, a rather unique leather vest that could never hope to close in the front and barely reached through the top third of his rib cage and even accented with a fur lined hood, and last but not least, his rather attractive looking bracers that protected the backs of the hands as well as one's wrists. The bracers being chased and laced with bracelets and bands that would adorn the forearms mostly. Stepping out before the front of his cabin, he would come to place his hands on his hips and smile as he looked around. His unkempt hair naturally fell as it would, his almond shaped brown eyes absorbing the scene around him before he would pick a direction to start in. He had been hard at work, gathering unsavory types like himself in order to establish his dominance in the criminal world. After years of hard work to convince the public, this man had finally got people talking about him. Lykaios "Lykos" Rapp, The Bandit King has been found in Elendaron, dominating Nar Oeste's trade routes as his own. His presence was becoming the norm. Traveling merchants often got to choose between coin and their own product. For the right price, Lykos could write off the offering as a border tax, allowing him to instruct the Bandits under his banner to allow safe passage as well as keeping outsider rivals off their lawn so to speak. Though if the price was not right, then the wolves showed their hunger, taking what they pleased and either maiming or outright wasting those that opposed them. This was the law of the land now, this was his law. Finally he would begin to walk once more, his arms naturally falling and swaying at his sides with each step. He walked in a round about way to the back side of the cabin, where he had provided a respectable site for his best friend and pet to get a safe and reasonable good nights rest. There stood his elephant, Negus, in all his glory. He wasn't surprised to see the mammal undisturbed, for her would easily spell death to anyone that trifled upon him or his proclaimed belongings. With a snicker and a shaking of his head, he would approach his steed, easily going to work feeding him prior to walking him down to the lake for a drink. They had a long day ahead of them. Lykos had received word of more potential members appearing in Oasis city, where they would supposedly wait for the Bandit King's return. While Lykos would remain weary, he would not hesitate to make the trip. Even if it was something like an ambush, he was certain that he would yet felt to be made the fool. "Eat well my friend, you'll need your strength for the journey ahead. Not only is it a long journey, but you simply never know what we might find along the way."
  9. (Somewhere thirty miles off the coast of the South Ocean) Peaceful silence was broken by the screaming friction of atmosphere and asteroid. Hurtling towards the earth at incredible speeds, its landing caused a tremendous noise to shatter the serenity that once filled this place. Dirt, trees and animals all were either obliterated or thrown high into the air in the wake of the space rock making contact with the planet. Resting at around three hundred feet in radius, the object from the void lay dormant, with peace slowly returning. Deep within the pock marked stone, something began to stir, and there was noise coming from the inside. Such a great clatter it was, that the beasts pf the forest kept well away from it. Without warning, an opening is created in the rock as a square sized chunk of asteroid is violently ejected from the surface. Inside is what looks to be a complex system of living quarters fashioned from several different space faring vessels. "A'right boyz, time to see dis new world we just buggered up all violent like." A massive, muscled green arm shot out from the opening, pulling up the body of the deadly warboss Gremkar. With his second arm pulling him out the rest of the way, Gremkar took a look at the world of Valucre before him. "Ha! I bet dese humies got lots o'loot for me to plunda." He wore a collection of ramshackle armor, bits and pieces of steel plating painted in his colors, piss yellow and blood red, along with the skulls of his victims, dangling off his attire with twine and string. Painted on his bulging chest was the symbol of his tribe, an orc fist breaking through a wall. "Get out here you gits! I ain't got all day to wait around for ya!" Soon more orks began to exit the asteroid, more and more and more until a startling realization began to set in. This wasn't simply a normal raiding party. This was an invasion force. "Get started on making my new fortress, then we can get working on finding some humies to kill." With a snaggletoothed grin the twelve foot tall greenskin began walking into the forest, dual choppas in hand as his boyz began dismantling their ship in order to construct the fortress. "I sure could go for a fight..."
  10. The name was incredibly stupid. Forest goblins? They can live in many places besides a forest, thank you very much! That's exactly the nature of the forest goblin clan, the Spriamans. A clan of forest goblins with many shamans. They originally did settle in the cedars, due to its mystical nature in the spring, but the winter brought much disaster and bloodshed. Since then, these goblins have created a hideaway in the hidden valley, a haven that had taken days to discover. In it, they have built what is the likeness of a longhouse. This was decades ago, however. It was fall now, the season to start stockpiling goods into the hideaway. However, one goblin would not be doing that this season. A goblin previously named Bongib, but now renamed Moddle as a goblin insult, sat crying at the edge of the cedars. He was incredibly softhearted and a big baby, although his sneak and combat skills would be on-point. He had been forsaken not only by his family, but by his entire clan, as he had helped a human family escape the season before. It took a long time for the goblins in the clan to decide on punishment. The group assigned on the raid wanted life imprisonment for poor Moddle. His family even called for death! But due to the morals of the wise shamans, and the visions of future providence for Moddle, he decided the forsaken goblin to be better off exiled. So here he was, a small, 2"8' goblin crying amongst the cedars on a crisp, fall day. And all he had in his possession was a dagger with a handle of bone.
  11. "Well...seems like it's time to get this little show on the road." With a smirk and a snap of his fingers, Salvine Vitori ripped open portals to new lands, all connecting his void, and his establishment inside it, to various planes of existence and various worlds. He had spent nearly 120 years bringing in odds and ends into his building. The portal dropped off patrons at the front of the pub so one could get a look at the magnificent building. It stood an astonishing 300 ft high and was about 600 ft long roughly. The 'pub' was built out of lavished white wood with gold lines near the middle and top of the pub, the architecture seemed based off a far away since it was built in the style of the Celtic long-halls, who would not approve of his flashy material. The 'hub' was the first room which contained a podium, on top of the podium rested a log book. The floor was made from redwood with a mat near the entrance of the 'hub' made from ox hide. On the far side of the room sat two large mahogany doors with iron handles which were currently locked until the spirit at the podium would jot down the name of the guest, to which the doors would allow them and them alone to pass into the pub. On the right wall, there were paintings of luxurious places in many lands. Some of the paintings showed snow covered lands, some were of deserts, some depicted castles and palaces. There totaled 40 pictures down the right side of the room. The left side of the room had many quotes from famous people of various places and inspiring quotes and speeches from strong men. One such quote was highlighted, it read "Let us not allow the boundaries of your past disrupt you from what your future may bring, let us all admire his example and break down the bonds of what make us seem as evil vermin to the eyes of the masses." -Alasak "Freedom" a few words from the speech of Rakiesh Na'zulur. The room itself looked about 30ft long and about 20 ft wide. The room was lit with magical orbs stuck behind glass fixtures in the ceiling. From beyond the doors there was a soft noise of music and a smell of freshly brewed ale. In side the main area of the pub itself, there were two rows of blue flame balls which flew up into the glass fixtures above Salvine in his bar. Once the flames were in the fixtures, the flames lit brightly and more intensely. Once they lit up brightly, the room was easy to make out all the details. The room of the pub was 100ft long by 75ft wide. In the middle of the room there was a barman's office, so he called it, it was 25ft long and 25ft wide, centered in the room, inside this fixture there was a mass of bottles, glasses, flasks, beakers, small kegs, barrels, and urns of liquids and solvents. The walls themselves were adorned with many decorations. The eastern wall (left from the door) had a curious glass fixture filled with water and somewhere close to 30 fish of various species living in harmony. The western wall (right from the door) held a curious glass encased habitat containing two snakes, three lizards, and a blue dragon wyrmling with a feeder of meat and rats. The south wall (far end) had a number of miscellaneous items attached to rings, rungs, and frames. The northern wall (the wall with the doors) held a stuffed owlbear and a gargoyle. The room was filled with tables and chairs in a circle dispersed around the bar. There was a strong smell of alcohol and the sound of music, it sounded like a lute and a man singing. The source of the music was a man sitting beside the counter. His skin was a shade of dull blue and he spotted two horns, one on each side of his head and a long tail. His feet were propped up on a bar stool while he played. The local bard, 'Momentum', hired on by the gambler to entertain guests. Salvine was behind the counter wearing a black tribbly with the feather of a hawk in the strap. The man was wearing a light brown shirt and white vest with tan pants. His left eye was green and his right eye was blue. There was a strange aura about this man almost as if he carried astronomical power, yet an underlining aura of peace and protection given from the room. "Momentum, get ready to receive guests. I want this place ready and in good shape once I have Aberinth taking down names into the ledger out front. No slacking." Salvine's voice was stern yet calm. "Alright boss, I'll get a good tune playing." The demon swung his tail back and forth and began playing an upbeat tune. Across the worlds, there were portals, rips in space that were being scattered to areas that were on the outskirts of well populated cities. Salvine had used his scouts to find locations where the population was above average. Once the portals were ripped open, their appearance was masked in a strange reddish glow near the bottom half and a bright blueish tint for the top half. The portal was about 3 feet wide and about 9 feet tall in the shape of an oval. The portal itself displayed an image of what lay on the other side, the establishment itself and the sign that read: Void on Tap.
  12. You find yourself in a cell, when you notice that you see other people in different cells you ask what was going on. A girl who seemed to be like a computer glitch said that your are in a lab, captured. She said that some people in the lab were made, like her. Will you escape or be a lab rat forever? roles: scientist, captured test subject, made test subject, guard.
  13. Please State when your Character Enters and Exits the Pub The Khovfe Pub RP Info Current Menu: Drinks Skeletal Ale w/ A Shot of Khovfe - A Pitcher of Ale with a Shot of something Drasx calls Khovfe Amalian Pale Ale Food Drasx Mystery Pie - A Meat Pie made from Meat Services A Stay at the Inn. Potions Pleasure Potion - Brings about a Euphoric Feeling (Non-addictive, but one can become reliant) Canon
  14. Looking to start a pirate-themed roleplay. It will be set in a fantasy world in a napolenic/18-19th century time period, which anyone participating with the roleplay can add to, such as mentioning towns, kingdoms, etc. There will be aspects of magic, but I want to keep it somewhat realistic, with cannons and muskets being the most advanced weaponry. I'm thinking of starting off as either castaways or crew members, whichever you choose. Anyways, leave a reply if you're interested. 2-3 people would be ideal.
  15. ~10:30 PM, local time~ ___________________________________________________________________________ The vigilante group known as The Watchers had never been to Tia before, but of the five of them, the one with the most experience for it would have been either Nathan or Arthur. The ones that the Watchers had sent however, were neither of them. Nor were they the ones most experienced in technological marvels. In fact, both men held such things with disdain and in the case of one of them, with some measure of fear. Those two were Arthur's brother, Elias Morn - and the Fairy Knight, Gale Hawk. They both trusted Nathan's judgment and they went about the city on their assignment without question - but the younger Morn twin couldn't help but wonder if their leader was flawed in his way of thinking. His reasoning was that both men were experienced working together - and that Elias was the best of them at reconciling differences. Furthermore, they both favored stealth and speed in their fighting styles as opposed to brute force. In his mind, this was a situation that required a scalpel, not a sledgehammer. All that made sense, of course, but neither he nor Gale were particularly fond of technology - and neither of them was fond of Vampires either. That was to say, Elias didn't mind them, but it didn't strike him as right for a creature to feed on human blood. The recent upheaval meant that tensions were high between the Vampire and Human populations. Sporadic violence and suckings became increasingly frequent, as did reprisals against those that had nothing to do with the attacks. This in turn led to further bloodshed and made the whole situation worse. Elias had done his best to keep the peace; several times he had intervened on behalf of the Vampires - stopping human attacks against the ones he knew were not responsible and occasionally beating the offenders unconscious before handing them over to the security forces. The number of Vampire to human attacks were less frequent, but he knew that sooner or later he might be called to intervene. For his part, Gale kept to himself - often going out at night, supposedly to gather intel. Several times, the next morning - he usually did so whilst covered in bruises. He didn't answer when questioned, but at a guess, and from the lack of bite marks - he had been busy as well. After the third night this week on patrol, Elias decided that a routine change was necessary - and suggested they head out for drinks. Surprisingly, Gale agreed on the condition that Elias foot the bill. They headed out from their (temporary) headquarters in a small hotel room and started walking the rest of the way to Jidoor Hall - the largest of the taverns & inns in the city. While on the way, Elias noted that tonight was particularly quiet. The streets seemed deserted. Even the usually noisy Steamgear Clan's HQ (an abandoned factory on the lower east ring) was deathly silent. That struck Elias as unusual, especially because he had frequently spent his patrols targeting their members - focusing on taking them out whenever he wasn't settling disputes. The gang was notorious for abducting tourists and citizens at night and was responsible for a series of violent muggings. Elias had broken up more than three of those in as many nights. Now, there was nothing. No trace of life anywhere. "Gale." He said, putting a hand on his companion's shoulder. "Do you hear anything?" "No, why?" The Fairy Knight replied. "Do you?" "No. That is why I'm suspicious." "Think this may be linked to the riots?" Gale asked, coming to a halt. "Normally, I've heard this is a city that never sleeps." "It's a strong possibility." Elias agreed. "Let's investigate." _____________________________________________________________________________ In another section of the city, the boxer, Jack Ortega* was likewise out on a late-night walk, for much the same reasons as the Watchers. Though he was ignorant to their current presence in the city, he was aware of them by reputation - as he frequently read the papers and had become a great fan of their exploits. Fighting demons and criminals alike - taking down those that the law wouldn't. It seemed they were doing the world a favor. In between fights, Jack prowled the streets like his hero, Arthur Morn, dispensing his own brand of justice. His skills which served him so well in the ring also played well into his efforts against the criminal underworld. Slightly shorter than the average Terrenian male, Jack was still extremely muscular - and frequently cited as being perhaps the strongest pound-for-pound boxer in Terrenus. He recently tried his hand in the growing sport of Mixed Martial Arts - specializing in grabs, holds and quick strikes. Jack wasn't normally the type to do vigilante work, but recent events had changed his mind. Using his Mixed Martial Arts training (and donning a biker's helmet), he went about the city at night, beating muggers and purse-snatchers to a pulp with his bare hands. Tonight proved to be somewhat boring, however - as he found nothing. No purse-snatchers, no muggers, not even a civic dispute. The whole city was quiet as a graveyard. Turning away from that morbid line of thinking, he rounded the corner of Riverside Park and the adjacent structures and kept going, making sure to keep his head low and his eyes open. ((*This is a general idea of what he looks like))
  16. It was a quiet night at Swally's. Bard sat by the window, gently strumming his lute as the salt sea breeze caressed his stubble-stained cheeks. He inhaled deeply, there was something so familiar and comforting in the sounds and smells of the sea. Just then a server approached. "Fill 'er up for ya love?" The server gestured to his nearly empty pint of ale. Bard tilted his head aside, and gave a deep squinty-eyed grin. "That has to be the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me...yes, another would be most appreciated." Just as the server turned to fill his pint he slid the coin of tips which hung at her side. Gingerly tossing in his hand the light feel spelled a not so active night for the young woman. Just then, Bard stood and stepped quickly to her, "Beg pardon, you dropped this. One would think better next time to keep coins closer to her person." Her thanks were met with a smile that, were it any more staged, he'd compliment it with a dance number. It wasn't a second guess or guilt which made him return the coin, it was simply too light to make any effort seem worth the swipe. Looking over the patrons, or lack there of, he would take up his seat at the window once more and strum his lute gently. This time, a tune began to form. Without request, a song was to be had. A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing in my prison cell And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal To begin the morning, a screw was bawling Get up you bowsie, and clean up your cell And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal The lags were sleeping, humpy Gussy was creeping As I lay there weeping for my girl Sal And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal Up in the female prison, there are seventy five women 'Tis among them I wish I did dwell Then the auld triangle, could go jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal All along the banks of the Royal Canal The last bit garnered some laughter as the pint made it's to his table. "So lads...another?" He asked his audience, small as it may be, it was an audience none the less. Their cheer would bring a grin as he strummed another tune. Such was this night of meeting the locals.
  17. Artist: ned-rogers Note: open to members of the military only Purpose Inspired by Daniel Sage's Base #33, the purpose of this military base is to serve as a central meeting hub for members of the military that want to interact with other soldiers outside of missions. Examples of the kind of activity that make the best use of this hub are: Rest / idle time going into, or coming out of, an active mission Practicing skills and maneuvers relevant to your unit Making use of specialized tournament and training fields for those wishing to spar, practice combat, work in teams, and so on. Practicing coursework in the library or with members from other departments to shift from one branch of service to another or to collaborate on mission intelligence Layout Bali's Bistro: A 10 mile march away from the base is Bali's Bistro. If the food in the mess hall is too bland or not alcoholic enough, visit Bali's Bistro for food whose "not free" price tag reflects an uptick in quality and alcohol. Barracks: Where the soldiers go to sleep! Communications Depot: Where soldiers can send and receive communications in any media, ranging from paper letters to holo-array projections, and can range from plaintext public communications to encrypted private and secret communications - basically players can send messages to one another through here Library: Since the advent of the Crook and its connections to TSM, this base offers public access terminals to TSM stored data. A smaller number of military terminals can be used for encrypted communications and access to confidential data. Mess hall: An attached edifice where a soldier can go to get their three square meals a day and chat it up with other soldiers. Food served only at 8AM, at 12PM, and at 4PM. Potemkin village: A small dummy village has been setup nearby for saboteurs to destroy and engineers to rebuild. Training fields: Specialized rings and fields for those wishing to spar or practice combat in simulated environments, both one on one and in small teams. Security It's a military base. Not interested in making this a combat zone but yeah, it's got defenses
  18. The Trader George Chapman had taken special care in avoiding the labyrinth forest marked on his map. The Sci-Mage of Blairville had written that the place had such a strong course of ley lines within the area the forest an almost sentient nature. Many who had traversed the place had never made it out alive, and those who have, normally by mistake. Speaking of Blairville... the trader had two horses pulling his wooden cart. inside his cart were many things, but of the many things, a few in particular were some Blairville goods. He had "borrowed," some mana crystals, gold, and coal from the mines and they were stored now in wooden crates. With his supply of mana crystals restored, he had gotten back on track to the Hills of Noddendody. and the next pitstop was... "According to the map, a place called predator's keep..." The Travelling Trader had said under his breath. He spoke to himself in his normal, deep and guttural handsome-sounding voice. He looked ahead, at the looming walls bared with gates. Would the guard imposed there, if any, let him through?
  19. Eliza took a drag of her electronic cigarette and blew the smoke out in the shape of rings. She followed the sunset from a rooftop, legs dangling from the edge. A scaly hand followed the shape of her left horn, while she was lost in thought. It was almost time. For a moment longer, everything was bathed in a delicate, pink light, and for a few heartbeats it seemed as though her red skin was glowing. Then the last beams of sunlight disappeared in the horizon. She took one last drag. The smoke hung in the air; that and a light smell of strawberries was the only sign that she had been there. She grabbed a hold of the edge and slid down the wall of the house. Her long nails, almost claws, grabbed a ledge. She hung there for a moment longer before making the jump all the way down. She crunched down a bit, but kept her balance when her feet hit the ground. She corrected the binoculars that hung from a string around her neck and walked down the narrow street. The almost six feet tall woman ignored the looks she received, the whispers she heard from the door frames and alleys as she passed. She had grown so accustomed to being an outsider that it barely bothered her anymore. Four, five, six... She counted the number of alleys she passed, then suddenly turned down the seventh, leading to a larger street. She looked left, then right, momentarily disoriented. She unzipped her waist bag and found a small, round object that had the appearance of an old compass. However, when she pressed a button in the back of it, it lit up. She whispered the name of a tavern. With a little beep, the device's color turned red. The needle pointed east, and she followed the directions with a sigh of relief. She couldn't be late - the gang-leader had been clear about as much.
  20. [Ayyyy everybody. This is an Open call. First come, first served. I'm gonna say this right now; I would really prefer a character with physical weapons rather than magic. Or at least not ONLY magic attacks. Because to me, they suck. Otherwise; have at it! My character re-heals after he dies so go for the jugular.] Jack Ransom hadn't been in a proper fight in an age. He needed to get rid of some aggression, the sooner the better. He stepped onto the open field, eyes narrowed as he looked at his surroundings. He was in a grassy meadow, with thick tree-line surrounding in a rough circle. It was almost perfect. Jack would have preferred a Colosseum, but this would suffice. He wondered who would come - if any one was to come at all - and what their powers would be. Nothing would deter him though. He'd be able to fight to the death and live another day. But once he was killed, he would hand over the glory of victory to that person. That is, if he was the one to be killed. Of course, Jack wasn't planning on murder. He'd subdue, at the very most. His beast form would be more appropriate for that. The beast-man yawned, then took out his flintlock pistols and spun then on his index fingers. "No one's gonna come, huh?" He said loud enough for anyone in the vicinity to hear. "Guess I'll have to just claim victory..." He said, then shifted his eyes so they turned bright orange. He smirked as his teeth shifted. They became larger, and turned a dark grey along with his gums. He was intentionally changing slowly. Waiting for someone to come and see the competition they were up against.
  21. Proprietor & Blacksmith - Alma 'MoonHammer' Luminare Blacksmith Specialty: Alma Luminare is known for: Crafting magically enchanted items with both weight reduction and elemental magic through mastery of smithing. About MoonHammer Forge: • MoonHammer Forge is open to everyone in need of unique, customisable items and equipment, ranging from: personalised weapons, armour, shields, tunics, riding equipment (saddles etc), furniture and jewellry. Note: personal requests may be granted, just speak with Alma Luminare.• Depending on the level of item/s requested, Alma Luminare may present the customer with a quest of equal skill, in order to (a) acquire the necessary materials/gemstones/magical artifacts desired for an items creation and (b) test the skills/abilities of the requesting user, to ensure items of certain powers do not fall into the hands of those too weak to wield them.• Further testing via various means, may also be conducted by Alma Luminare in order to garner a better psychological understanding of a customer, to ensure these items of power do not fall into the wrong hands. • To the rear of MoonHammer Forge, is the Training Yard. This area may be used for the various means: Testing pre-requisite by Alma Luminare prior to receiving items of powers. Elemental Magical Combat training in solo/pairs/groups, by any member of the public. General social/drinking hang out spot for any member of the public (Note: Barrels of Ale available to all paying customers). WELCOME!
  22. first there was nothing Then there was something, that something was THE WORLD The world was just stars and rock flying around in space, the world thought it was interesting so it did nothing However after a few Eons the world got bored of all of the fire, rocks and matter so it decided to make 3 new elements: water, air and life so it made a planet with anything on it like a medieval kingdom next to a futuristic city and a dark and gloomy castle on a prehistoric mountain right next to a modern day suburbia. The world wanted to know what the people it just added will do once they meet each other, the world was interested. This is all of their stories
  23. It was an excellent night. The moon was in its Waxing Gibbous phase, piercing the day with its red glow. How truly marvelous~ However. Sadly, some people in this glorious land were not so grateful for the lunar energies that bathed us all. No. Some were noisy, filthy, and dressed in pink. A true taboo of fashion and style. What you needed was a nice pair of gentleman's white gloves, a purple suit with fuchsia collar, dark green curled-tip dress shoes- and swagger! Yes, that was how to handle oneself, especially in foreign lands. Dressing like a prostitute with a blue scarf and yelling loudly to all poor passerby would simply not do. "Mooooooon~ I'll accept your invitation, squire of Gaia! MOOHOOHOOhoon!" Yes. By a stroke of great misfortune, the challenge had been heeded by he - Kenny Moonblade. He had been rather parched, at least by homunculi standards, and approached this quaint tavern for a quick sip of ale. Unfortunately, a cross-dressing loudmouthed boy opened the door and didn't bother to continue waltzing in! So the 6'7" moon-headed "man" was left to stand behind the ratlike "prince" during his speech some three feet while tapping his shoes impatiently on the cobblestone road beforehand. How audacious. Filthy mixed breeds were hardly better than humans at 'tall, and this one had a tail sticking out of their gaudy looking pants for the love of all that was lunar. Atrocious! Unfashionable! Distasteful! Dull! Gross! Filthy! Unclean! Disgusting! Boring! Stupid! Dumb! Idiotic! Dated! Passé! Antiquated! Behind the times! Good god, his tail. Not too unlike that of a pig, if you entwined their swirled pink bottom and smeared it with feces! No. He'd thrash this braggart post haste and possibly even get a free drink out of the deal for his patronage. Genius, Moonblade!
  24. Long was it, for a tropical island to take shape in a world of magic and monsters. Longer still, Baaj remained unknown, even to the ships that flew overhead. Natives lived as tribes, separated on grounds of gods and traditions. There were hundreds of smaller tribes on the small little mass of land surrounding the volcano at first. Over time, diplomacy and advancement lessened the number until tribes started gaining reputations. The Paoa, the Owaiiki, the Kamalani and the Maoa being the most prominent names in their history, they had discussed unification as a distant consideration beyond the occasional counsel their leaders had held in the years before the Scarlet Rule, but the idea had been enforced by their arrival. All in all, the leaders were placid, even to the dissatisfaction of some of their kin, when their arrival had come with the demand of such unity. Being mostly elderly and wise enough to see past the issue of an invasive force assuming control, those leaders had consented to it, seeing it as an ultimate victory, despite the upset that came with it. The introduction of foreign economy and conflict might not have been as welcome if they were not so quick to resign, and perhaps those who opposed the Scarlet Rule might have had more hope in reclaiming their solitude with their leadership, but such was not the case. The argument about their warrior-regent's reception of a foreign dignitary landing on the beach in the night not long ago had seen infinite faces to a coin, and he'd heard double that number of complaints during his tasks outside his manor on the mountainside in the time leading up to Malligard Luxon, his second advisor's selection of a Prince and Princess for Baaj Island, and who better than the children of leaders of the two greatest tribes the island had seen? Though he had taken his time, the man's intellect shone forth once more. Finally, he might see peace in his tasks. At least for a time... He wasn't sure what measures would need to be taken if this act was unsuccessful and the people remained unsatisfied. But nonetheless, Malligard and all his plump glory stood to Soris's left, and on his right, Thorald Fauri, his first advisor, held a stately manner that even a regent such as he might come to envy. There were others, as Soris spoke, who sat behind him. Members of his government that only some small groups had truly heard the right rumors to know the names and titles to: Ferrin, Praucia, Fallan, Maximus, and Pan. The only natives who could be sure were the two standing behind the curtains, waiting for their introduction. Kealohilani and Poema, those who were to be named as Prince and Princess of the island beneath the Rule. They had been briefed about them as those that they would be reporting to, though Thorald was the one intended to receive and distribute their reports excluding emergency. The temple of the Baajan priests of Kue'asari had been turned into a gorgeous hall, completely adorned in gold-woven fabrics and vibrant silvers and dark greens and reds, amounting to one of the most lavish things Soris might have ever seen. The pillars hardly seemed to be visual obstructions, more as works of art wrapped in works of art. More to look at than one might have seen otherwise. Which was fortunate, he had considered opening the golden beach to the public for the event, but a light yet warm rain and an early dusk outside would have spoiled the scene which, instead, was lit with bright braziers and comprised of brilliant construction. It had all come together according to some measure of fortune or fate that he was quick to discount as coincidence. There were more important things at hand. Soris's speech had been lengthy. Definitely the sort where one might question whether the intention was to make the audience of the Golden Coronation wait, swishing their wine in their glasses, for the festivities to begin. It culminated in the recital, spoken loud and clear over the crowd despite lack of a technological implement to assist his volume: "Thus have you been gathered. Not quite so grand as the Red Queen herself might have seen, of course, in celebration of a final declaration in the vein of summation, so that we might see an end to what strife has laden our journey from this uneasy malaise, to an era of prosperity. We hope to see a new demeanor held among our citizens. Happiness and comfort. We are here to protect, and much as we serve the Scarlet Rule, I want you to know that me and mine," He said with a gesture to the officials arrayed about him, "Are here to serve you. And so, without further ado, we come to the conclusion we've been leading up to. There are two of yours here today, who I mean to seat as two of mine. We shall bring the meaning of being a Baajan and the meaning of being a citizen of the Scarlet Rule closer together, and soon, you will come to learn that those two definitions are synonymous." His smile was fake, but so very well practiced. Only officials who had made similar speeches might have marked it as such. Otherwise, he just looked prideful in all that he had accomplished as regent. And speaking of practice, about half of it had gone into the pronunciation of their names. "Poema Kamalani shall now be titled Princess of Baaj Island! And so shall her successors, favoring females of her blood, inherit her title so long as Baaj's banners are Red. And like do we see the new title of Kealohilani Paoa, Prince of Baaj Island, whose title shall be inherited by his successors, favoring males of his blood, until the Scarlet is the color of the beaches, and not the flags!" He finished, gloriously as intended, with his hands in the air, inciting a sense of triumph which coaxed more supportive woos from the crowd than expected, amounting in a supportive cacophony. That was a good sign toward the fortune of their decision. "Thank you, all of you, for coming here today and partaking in the grandeur of this event! Let it be known that the Rule is strong, and it shall serve as a foundation for Baajan prosperity long as at least I, Soris Talra, can hold a sword." He finished his speech with an image in his mind of glorious vanity, defending the name of Red's kingdom even after she had died, holding Baaj island as a last bastion in her memory. He turned around at the podium, and the Prince and Princess recognized their queue to step out from behind the curtain, parading waves and recognition from the back of the stage to its end, and into the crowd to signal the beginning of the night's revelry. Soris held a glass of golden liquid in the air and said his last words as his officials filed out into the open space to make way for the band and its handlers assembling behind him. "Have a good night, everyone!" And he downed the glass before making way, and finding his stubborn path to the long table of great catered delights, inviting those who chose to beg his audience to accompany him.
  25. Benjamin was walking in the middle of Elendaron when he walked past a telephone pole. He noticed a wanted poster attached with some tape. It read, "Wanted: Mad Scientist. If interested call: 555-555-5555. Benjamin was looking for something to do anyway. He pulled up his phone, and dialed the number. The man on the phone had a very raspy voice. He said, "Did you call about the scientist?" Benjamin was slowly regretting what he was doing. Benjamin replied with a hesitant, "Yes." The man continued,"You need to meet me at the Chinese place downtown tomorrow. You also need to bring some friends along with you," Benjamin tried to reply but was interrupted by the man hanging up. Benjamin still decided to do this quest. It was just going to be a little bit harder than he expected. Benjamin walked around trying to find people to help him. He set up signs that had his phone number for people. This was going to be way harder than expected.
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