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Post by suna on May 19, 2014 15:20:06 GMT -5
This is an rp between Abacus and I. We may expand how many people can post in this thread at a later date, but likely not. What certainly will happen though is if you were a part of the lost-past Omniscient rps, then Abacus or I will likely confront you in question of what happened exactly and/or to redo the scene. The goal of this project is to piece together what great work we had made together, and later, post the work for the WarpPortal community to enjoy. All unauthorized posts will be deleted. If you have a problem or question please make a different thread in the News and Ideas Board.
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Post by suna on May 19, 2014 15:22:07 GMT -5
(Rehashing what happened in the beginning of the RP since... there isn't really put down on paper. This is the story of our first hero Nealson the Gunslinger, a rough weary soul. He finds comfort in wandering the wilds of the world with his pistols. He can come across as anti-social, but doesn't really mind having company around. He is very loyal to those he calls friend, even if they are not the same way.)
Two years it had been since he was driven out of his old guild, his old family. Tracking down clients for jobs became his only source of income and shelter. But now that his resources were depleted, he had no choice but to move into the unknown, into Rune Midgard.
His whole life had been spent with his guild and in the Schwarzwald Republic. But ever since the death of his father and leader, things had begun to change. His sister staged a grand ruse to remove him from power and future ownership of the guild. The results were successful, and he was banished as a traitor. From there, many began to turn on him; it wasn't too long before word spread to current guild clientele and his chance of work brought to a minimum. And those who didn't turn a blind eye on him, he had bled them dry of reasonable hospitality and work. There was nothing left for him here; moving on was the only option in sight.
A few months in Rune Midgard quickly proved the place to be much better than Schwarzwald, in all aspects. The clean air and clear skies; wildlife thriving across all the land with little signs of deforestation and mines; and Payon, a simple and quaint little village located in the middle of a forest. It was out of the way and uninteresting to the eye, exactly what he needed.
He had only spent so much as two days in Payon before he peaked his last year's total in zeny. No sooner had he entered the forest town were he senses not only assaulted by the earthy smells, but by the sight of the hungry merchants for strawberries. So many merchants looking for the same goods, when the goods were only a short walk and recreational shooting away. Corpse of Spores rest in piles on the ground as he racked up an enormous collection of strawberries to sell. For the first time in years he was going to drink well.
Nealson walked his way into the local inn in seek for his first soft bed, warm meal, and hard liquor in the longest time. Pushing his way through the soft wood doors, the earthy smell of the forest quickly escaped from him and was replaced by the enticing scent of food. The kitchen of the inn was conveniently located right near the entrance to the building, likely to draw the customers in for a delicious bite or two. And that was exactly what it did to him. His mouth watered and his stomach ached in expression of its great desire. Allowing himself to comply, he walked deeper in, towards the dining room.
Two short men were already housing a table of their own. Food and words, seemingly about business, were between them. Paying no mind to them, Nealson seated himself at his own table, catching the eye of the waitress as he did. Scooping up a menu, she met him with haste.
"Hello, sir. Welcome to Payon Inn!" Her voice seemed formal and well practiced.
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Post by suna on May 19, 2014 15:25:14 GMT -5
(Here we introduce Abacus, the Alchemist; and Scarlet, the Sorcerer.)
The Alchemist rubbed his chin as he looked at the papers laid about on the table, his vibrant green eyes scanning over them. "Spell..." The young man inquired to his companion. "What do you think?"
"About...?" The Sorcerer in his blue robes leaned on the table with his jaw resting on his hand, hazel eyes glancing inquisitively about skewed papers covering the table, surrounding plates of food that they ordered. Though he was sitting it was clear that he was taller then the man across from him, with soft locks of purple hair tied back in a short ponytail.
The much shorter gentleman responded as he ran a glove through cropped brown locks as he fumbles for the glasses perched upon his crown. "Trying to plan the next exposition." Placing the glasses on the bridge of his nose he reaches for his cup of tea, sips it, setting it back down to the side and drags a map to the top of the pile of papers. "There's an island to the far southeast of Alberta.... see here?" Gesturing with a pointed finger, he was finely dressed, white shirt with gold threaded cuffs, a viridian green cloak with delicate gold brocade trim and fur upon his shoulders, and a large belt buckle of the same metallic material holding up dark chocolate pants. Clearly a man of wealth.
"I see." The purple haired man responded. "But what do you intend to finding at Ayothaya?" Adding puzzling with a raised eyebrow as he inspects the map, looking up to meet eyes with his comrade.
Grinning the short alchemist responds matter-of-factually. "The locals say there is legend of a little goddess that protects a great treasure... I'm rather interested in finding it." His brows furrow in worry. "I'm just not sure if we have the man power..." He takes off his glasses and places them back to their resting place in his messy hair.
Giving a unconcerned "I see..." The sorcerer let his friend companion continue.
"Seems quite a few people in the guild have been....vanishing." The alchemist continued saying with great concern as he shuffles through the papers once again.
"So I have noticed... What treasure it is, if I may ask?" The hazel eyed magic user shifting his weight as he leans in.
The alchemist picks up a paper and replies as he's reading it. "Not quite sure, there isn't much details on it. Just some phrases like 'Greatest Desire, the Golden Treasure'... "
Rubbing his smooth chin the sorcerer concurs. "I see... Very well, we can explore it." Taking a fried steam bun from of of the plates, he bites into it chewing happily. Finishing with a gulp he adds, "One thing... I suppose we will have to fight a sort of guardian for this treasure."
"That's the thing, will we have enough men? I myself am not very strong, and there's you and Rinandir," the alchemist interjects.
The purple haired gentle's hazel eyes light up as he smirks. "Don't worry, a little friend of mine might be able to help. But does the guardian, like all things, have an element?"
"I do not know, there is so little documented," he replied, his eyes occupied by a piece of paper.
Chuckling with confidence his comrade reaches inside the opening of his robe. "Hum... Well, doesn't matter. It won't be able to touch us." He pulls out an ice blue gem that glinted strangely in the light, holding it out just long enough for the alchemist to see, before hiding it back in his robes.
The alchemist gathers up his papers nonchalantly, brushing off his companion's confident attitude. "I want to bring some man power, still."
Slumping with a pout the purple haired gentleman sighs and puffs up his rich brown feather boa. "Very well, who do you intend on dragging along?"
Stacking the papers next to him the wealthy dressed alchemist takes a sip of his tea. "I do not know yet. I will most likely have to put a notice out." His green eyes stare back at him in the reflection of the tea water's surface.
The sorcerer grabs another meat bun and rests against the table in a lax posture. "Very well..."
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