Pokemon is fucking wack as fuck lol, but this is the same place that has dudes drooling over Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy online. Wanted to show these fags what REAL role playing was about but we might wanna just go to that Roll20 site and avoid any unnecessary interruptions.
But seriously, if this works, I wanna try a game of Aberrent or Mutants and Masterminds lol. All ya’ll know ya’ll rather be super heroes than Fighters in shit(except for that one guy that makes a magic swords man…)
Um not to intrude here, but if you do happen to go with roll20, is there a chance you could post the archives here? some of us do enjoy reading as the game develops…
I like the idea of playing over roll20, but I’m worried about how everyone’s schedules are going to line up. If we can figure out a day and time that’s good for everyone though I think that would be the way to go.
I would agree but my work schedule is all over the place. Think I am off this sunday but have to work the two Sundays after. My friday afternoons are looking good though…
I don’t have a grown up job so my hours at work change whenever my manager feels like fucking with the schedule. Lately though I’ve had Monday-Wednesday off. This Sunday I’m 2-11, but that’s because I’m working my shift plus someone else’s shift, no clue what my Sunday will be next week.
Where erebody else at?
My work schedule changes every 5 weeks and I shift my sleep around a lot. I could probably manage a 2 or 3 hour session once every other week.
Shit is a bit sporadic, in terms of work cause I don’t know what my new schedule is like yet. Since I did beat the game, I can go easy on the Pokemon. 
Typing my shit up now, so, I’ll probably piggy back off of AYO’s post for continuity.
That is cool with me.
On the subject of time I am free whenever for the time being.
A long deep sigh escaped from a hooded figure, standing in a corner gazing upon the citizens of the tavern. Most reeked of alcohol and a lack of hygiene, but, it was not enough to cause them to budge from their spot. Clutching the front of the blood red hood, the figure trying to mask away their features from being recognized or questioned by the less than sober patrons of the tavern, they inched themselves back into the corner. A crowd began forming around what appeared to be a man, dressed lavishly and too obnoxious for their taste. Their eyes rolled for a moment, noticing the female patron uptick by his appearance.
“Typical,” they uttered, reaching for their goblet of whatever ale the inn keeper provided. Not being a connoisseur, the figure took a big swig and instantly regretted the decision. Hacking, coughing and groans of disgust rang throughout the tavern. The foul taste of the ale coated their tongue as the figure stood up quickly, jerking their head towards the inn keeper. The motion was quick and sudden enough to force the hood back exposing the figure’s face.
It was a woman, of tan complexion, not known around these parts. She was much taller than most of the women in the tavern, thanks to her dad. Her eyes were a hazel color that stood out against her white hair, curly hair. She was quite top heavy, but, most of her body was hidden beneath her red hooded robe. Her black dress hugged against her body to show off her figure, but was loose enough for her to be comfortable during her journeys. Around her waist was a thick leather belt, given to her by her father before leaving her homeland. It had a few small glass bottles and other trinkets that jingled loudly as she walked. Some were nick knacks from her travels, other were gifts given to her from home or small potions needed for quick healing.
All the women in her family were clerics, and Iyasu forcefully traveled down the path to make her mother and father proud. Having a sword and shield was nothing of a lady in their eyes, but knowing her role as a cleric was still of the utmost importance, even if cold steel was not in her grasp…
“This is consumable?!” she uttered loudly, soon realizing her cover had been blown. Gritting her teeth, she turned her head around to look back at the crowd of eyes staring back at her. Closing her mouth, she gripped the stem of the goblet and sat back in her seat, cursing at herself from her careless display. She grabbed the burlap sack that rested at her feet and placed it on the table, rummaging through it to distract herself from the eyes that were upon her. The curious voices seemed to lose interest in her, turning their attention back onto the heavily robed man.
She let out a sigh of relief before a man sat at the empty chair beside her. The foul smell of the ale reached her nose, narrowing her eyes at the strange man.
“Y’re not from ‘round ‘ere, ‘re ye?” said the man, his words slurring into an almost comprehensible statement.
“What gave you that impression?” she commented sarcastically as she continued to rummage through her bag to appear busy.
“Got’a ‘ame?” There was noticeable silence, her eyes glaring at the man before she spoke once more.
“Iyasu. Now, please, I’m very busy…” Her words trailed off as she grips a book, pulling it from her burlap sack. Sitting up, she took off her hooded coat, her memorable assets finally exposed. After placing her bag back onto the floor, the placed a book for clerical spells and incantations on to table and opened it. She hoped that her thumbing through the book she had memorized back and forth would give the man a hint to leave her alone.
“Ah, fancy…” She could feel his eyes looking over her, as she looked back at him.
“If you want to keep those eyes in your head, I would suggest you find yourself another seat.” She gripped onto the sides of the book as she spoke through her teeth at the man. Noticing how she wasn’t going to continue on with their exchange, he snarled at her and took his stein and moved onto the next table where a few maidens were carrying on about something.
“What I get for traveling alone, I ‘spose…”
Happy now, jerks? If I need to add anything else to my shit, lemme know.
The strange man stumbled drunkenly away from the Cleric’s table, mumbling something with regard to "shoulda known… lesbian… " as a flaming arrow lands right at his feet. “I didn’t mean it!” he exclaims while darting off in the opposite direction.
((This is the first arrow still. Basically, I’m stalling, letting you guys get a chance to introduce your characters. And having a bit of fun. We’ll continue as soon as everyone’s chimed in, but if you think of something else you want to do, feel free to do whatever. Just nothing too dramatic for now, please.)) :tup:
She throws a cup towards the direction of the man and grumbles, settling back into her chair. Closing her book, she sighed, wishing she knew what to drink that didn’t taste like bogwater.
((Yes, sir~!))
“Try the local wine instead Iyasu, white and gentle with a hint of sweetness. I find it customary to serve all women of beauty such a drink.” Amon spoke while mindlessly playing with his ornate rings, nodding to Brigdan to pour the drink. Despite the hefted Axe and brewing trouble, coin was still king in the Tavern.
His gaze went back to the old man questioning him endlessly about his fortune, it irritated Amon that the old timer’s mind was so clouded with alcohol, drawing into his mind was akin to wading hip deep in an endless bog, a thick fog perpetuating the area; He was essentially lost. The irritation more came from his lack of power, but Amon knew that with time he would master his curse, if “he” didn’t find Amon first.
“Your fortune?..hmph.” He muttered with a look of smug satisfaction. “I would say it has taken a turn for the worse, judging by the look on Brigdan’s face and the way he is holding that weapon. Perhaps he thinks some tough love will loosen lips.”
The woman was served her drink as Brigdan went back to his business, Amon clutched an apple and bit into it, his mind racing to perceive the cognitive commotion all around him. Communication was a good form of distraction, so he took it upon himself to continue this likely one-sided conversation.
“I am Amon Thorme, Ms. Iyasu. Aside from myself, you and a few others were the only ones to not react with fear when the arrow landed. Whoever it is out there…” Amon let the words fall, taking a bite from the fresh fruit. “…They will have more trouble than they imagined very soon I imagine.”
She was taken aback by the man that spoke to her, and perked a brow. Her eyes gazed over at him, curious, but overly skeptical. Listening to him describe the drink, she crossed her arms under her chest, propping them up more than they needed to be. She noticed the axe and mumbled to herself in jealous, before being snapped back into reality as a drink was set before her. Taking the drink in her hand, she brought it up to her nose, taking in the scent of it… Smelling for anything in the drink that could potentially harm her before she left the city.
“Pleasure. Iyasu… That’s all you need to know about me, kind sir.” Taking a small sip, the smooth taste of the liquid started to take away the awful taste left by the ale she previously tried. Her eyes peered over at the man as he spoke, still drinking before realizing how rude she was being.
“Being worried over something trivial is of none of my concern. Plus, unless they were aiming to kill, they were a terrible shot.” Speaking more than normal, the sweetly intoxicating drink was already lowering her guard. Guess a lack of exposure was apparent, but more likely not eating anything heavy enough to counteract the drink was the culprit of her less than rigid state.
“Hmm…note taken, that is as far as I will delve.” Amon spoke and let the woman finish, strolling to take a seat next to her instead of the old crone. His information had worn thin there, better to make friends more capable of physical confrontation at the moment. Or could mend wounds at the very least. Besides she was easy on the eyes, and Amon was never mistaken for a prudent man.
She was genuine about her lack of worry regarding the lone arrow. Amon himself was only amused by it, such a cliche form of warning. How often he had seen a variation on it in his travels he could not recall, but it was in the dozens at this point. Never had he actively participated in such a dilemma though. Which is why the man felt uneasy about his current mind set.
“It may have been just a lone arrow, a simple accident. But a cursory sweep suggests it is something just a little more dangerous. For once, I feel the need to test myself. Maybe it is to impress the lovely ladies that strolled in here tonight, or maybe my conscious is finally catching up to me. I am a Fortune Teller after all, I told my clients they would only receive peace in life. I am not one to lie.”
Amon spoke with a little authority, but in the same charming tone. She seemed to be lost in her drink and he frowned before continuing forward.
“It doesn’t take a mind reader to know you are more capable than others here, you can join me and Brigdan.” He nodded at the Barkeeper, who seemed less than enthusiastic to have a new found ally. “Or enjoy the rest of your wine, the choice is yours. I like a little adventure in my life while it is still mine to enjoy Ms. Iyasu, and if this is my day to perish, I don’t want it to be spent looking at that ugly mug over there.”
((Stall tactics whoot!))
Lydia silently walks behind the bar counter and fills the biggest mug she can spot with WATER and doses out the flame of the first arrow. She then calmly refills the mug again.
“Don’t you folk have something to attend to, or is staring slack jaw and self absorption the limit to your actions?” she says.
“Considering one lone arrow burning itself out couldn’t cause much harm, I think my self absorption is justified. Besides, Brigdan isn’t a fan of poeple rummaging behind his workplace.”
Amon mused before returning to his conversation, noting this as one of the people who previously felt no fright, even if she wasn’t particularly well mannered or pleasant to be around.
lol, terrible…
Where the fuck is @rockbogart, just introduce your character so we can get past this. I guess Question and Person are like fuck this shit…and too be honest I am leaning towards that position as well.
Question is coming. I just talked to him.
Rock is hypnotized by a Geas/quest PAWG spell or something, I guess. And I never got any feedback from Missing Person. :tup:
I remember a friend of mine showing me a picture of a comic panel with some ninja or whatever attacking a guy by jumping out of a tree and while he was about to strike the fatal blow, he was explaining everything in one fucking HUUUUGE word bubble that was like almost the whole page…and the shit he was saying was borderline breaking the 4th wall but not intentionally, more like because whoever wrote it was not that bright…it was also not a comedy.
Let that sink in please.
Mhmm, just let me Roll20 in a real session. But all you niggas have like jobs and priorities. Weirdos.