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Post by Kite on Fri Mar 16, 2018 4:32 pm

There was a sudden, loud crash several yards behind the sleeping remains of their camp. A tree had fallen, causing the weary adventuring party to jump into action from their sleep. The rogue, a wood elf dressed in various tanned pelts from past hunts, knocked an arrow and aimed in the direction of the noise. His movements were fast and precise, unlike the grumbling, gurgling dwarf who pulled himself clumsily to his feed, brandishing a heavy axe. His eyes darted left and right, waiting for the first sign of an attack. Their time on the road together had trained them to stay alert, ambushing highway men lurked around every bend, waiting for a small party to let their guard down before making their move.

Wasn't Chris supposed to be on guard duty? Where is he?

The two of them looked around their camp, quickly noticing his belongings were still nearby. Starting to think he has an idea about what happened, the elf released the tension on his bow string and brought the arrow back to his quiver. Just past the edge of the camp, around a bend in the trail, he set a trap. It was the clearest spot, so it was the most obvious position an attacked would put themselves in. He didn't expect, however, for one of them to get caught in the rope.

He stifled a laugh but called out to the dwarf to come and see their ally hanging upside down by his ankle, his trousers still undone leaving him exposed. The two busted out into laughter, but Chris couldn't even make eye contact with them. He only did his best to cover himself with his hands while he swayed back and forth in the morning air.

Alright. Dude. Out of character: What in the world were you doing?

Chris stared back at his three friends, staring down at the die he rolled. When the dungeon master told him to roll to make sure he could get through the wood line, take a leak, and get back without getting lost or something bad happening, he assumed it was just for the sake of making him roll, but he rolled a 1, so the worst possible result occurred. He had no excuses. He just accidentally walked right into the trap he knew was there and helped set himself. His friends couldn't even stop laughing at the image of his character hanging there to let him diffuse the situation. It was almost enough to make him feel the embarrassment in real life. It helped take the pressure off of the campaign setting though. They were all nervous about what Hannah had planned for them. She was a really unforgiving dungeon master, and she promised that this campaign would be one they would be talking about for a long time. She said it would be even better than the campaign they just finished where the entire party almost got killed by an evil necrotic dragon. Luckily the king's army helped with the hunt, otherwise the three of them would only have been appetizers. Chris settled himself and leaned forward, picking up his die.

I reach into my bag of holding and draw a knife from its depths. Reaching up, I hold onto the rope and cut myself free, dropping down onto my feet and placing the knife back in the bag. Looking at my two companions, I point between them, past the trees and up towards our goal, the witch's hut. I smile widely and say "Who's ready to kill ourselves a witch?"


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Post by Kite on Sat Mar 17, 2018 4:20 pm

Memories danced with dreams all through the night. He hardly gets any sleep anymore. He mostly keeps to himself now, now that the governing bodies leading the world all collapsed. The world had become dangerous, and the weak became food for the hungry. He would have been there too, if he hadn't stepped off that street curb without looking. To think the moment he almost died in an accident was the reason why he was still alive now. His hand crawled up to his face to wipe away the sleep from his eyes Chris pushed himself up to a sitting position with the other. He tried to fight a yawn back until it was too uncomfortable to bear.

The wind outside pushed the chime against the wall lightly, combining the sound with that of the oceans' waves to make a gentle song. Waking up like this almost made him happy, but he knew that he would need food soon, and that was usually an arduous process. He rose from the straw cot in the middle of the floor of the old hut and covered his eyes from the hard sun as he walked outside. The crisp, salty ocean air made him feel refreshed, and he had the feeling that today was the day that he was going to catch that big fish that comes near the reef at sunset. Ever since he saw it the first time, Chris has returned to that same spot every day for more than two weeks, but since then he has only caught a glimpse of the tip of its tail as it fled back out to sea once. He knew, or at least he hoped he knew, that he would catch it one day - all he needed was a little patience, and a lot of luck.

The wind whipped at his matted hair, carrying with it the smell of the nearby outpost. A few others like him, those that wish to live a peaceful life, have started their own community out here on the beach over the last few months. Four other huts were nearby, though they weren't close enough to be seen over the rolling landscape. He was downwind from a nice family of three, a man and his two children. He had an agreement with them. He would help the man to protect his family, and stand with him should he need to, and in return, he would always be welcome for food should he be without any himself. The sound of his stomach growling urged him forward, excited to see what his friends were cooking.


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Post by Kite on Sun Sep 09, 2018 6:46 pm

Chris sat quietly on one of the short stumps around the cooking fire. The salt water had softened the wood, making them rather comfortable, for what it was worth. Every once in a while, the old man, Frank, would lean forward and stir the pot with a long, thin stick he found some time ago. Each time he would, the sweet aroma of lightly seasoned fish wafted up and forced a hungry growl from the pit of Chris's stomach. The girls quietly chattered between themselves, seemingly chuckling at their dad's retelling of one of his same few stories.

Chris just sat patiently waiting, listening, his eyes occasionally drifting towards ocean scene behind Frank. At times like these, he will try to take a deep breath and capture as much detail in his mind as he can. He wanted to remember these moments later, after the light goes out and he is alone. His hand absent mindedly tapped and rubbed the wooden seat below him.

He traced his finger tips along the space between his thigh and the bleached wood. The wood seemed to bend at his touch. He was barely aware of it. His attention was on Frank, and his mind was fixed on thoughts of friendship and the ocean. For a moment, though, he felt a spark in his hand. The wood moved with his finger. He was sure of it. His hand moved across the surface of the log but a section of the log moved with him. The sudden lack of friction caught his attention, and he pulled his hand up, and looked quickly down at the spot he was touching. There was nothing different. It must have been in his imagination.

The old man did not even slow down. Chris turned to look back at him and he was in the middle of some new story, his eyes on the pot as he stirred. The girls continued talking to each other, but one of the three was distracted. Her attention was on Chris. Her eyes were stern, she noticed something about him. At one point, Chris looked in her direction and they locked eyes. It happened some times, but the way she looked at him this time made him double take. She didn't break her gaze, and kept her smile held in the same sly shape.

Her name was Kayden. She was the middle child in the trio of daughters Frank looked after. Two were his own, Kayden and her younger sister Sheila. Amber used to be their baby sitter, but when her parents died, Frank adopted her, making Amber the eldest sister rather than Kayden.

A sudden strike of the wooden spoon against the cook pot got everyone's attention. "Finally," the two younger sisters grumbled in unison. Frank chuckled and started ladeling in servings for everyone into the 5 dented tin bowls on the ground next to him. As he filled one, he passed it to Chris, who passed it down the line until everyone had a bowl. Frank made his food last every day, and would go without if it were for the good of these girls. Chris looked up to him, and would often have to remind himself that this, like all things, can be taken away without notice, and he would have to start over again.

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It had been a few hours since he had said goodnight to the family. Everyone was full and happy, making the girls start drifting off to sleep before he was even done eating. He would make his rounds around the camp site for a while before resting. Two trips around the camp, a half an hour oc of rest, and then two more rounds. Rinse and repeat until the sun comes up and his job is done. This is what he provides Frank's family in return for the food and company. Tonight was starting just like any other.

On the second trip around, he thought he saw something shift on the horizon. It was a shadow just as black as any other, so when it stopped, it was easy to convince himself that his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he knew better than to take a risk like that. He pretended to not have noticed anything. Instead of reacting, he finished his round, and on his way back through that spot, he turned his back on the shadow he had noticed and sat down. His eyes stayed fixed in the direction of the ocean in the distance, but his other senses were wide open, waiting for something to hear, or smell, or feel. The minutes dragged on until he started to feel he was right about having imagined it after all. He let out a short sigh and started back up to his feet. In that same moment, he heard a small twig snap under someone or something's foot step. It was close - very close. Just behind him, right over his shoulder. He dared not to move, and chose simply to wait. Nothing happened. His heart was racing. He quickly spun on his heels, standing up during the rotation, and faced his assassin.

Kayden?!

Chris shouted her name while a surge of energy shot through him. It somehow felt natural, though. Like breathing. He wasnt even aware of what he was doing. He watched her face warped past him as he flew forward a short distance at high speed and towards a thick, healthy tree behind her. The last thing he saw was the trunk before he knocked himself unconscious.

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Post by Kite on Tue Sep 11, 2018 1:42 pm

Everything had gone too well so far. The witch had set up several traps and powerful wards to deter curious eyes. Somehow, though, they were never overwhelmed and always managed to find an easy way through the obsticles. Most were simply illusions, but at one point, Chrisanthos came close enough to falling in to a pitfall trap to confirm the wooden stakes at the bottom were as real as they were sharp.

The party was now at the edge of a small clearing deep in the forest. There was no obvious trail leading here, and with so many security measures taken, the group felt they should prepare before rushing in on this witch. Chrisanthos kept his eyes glued to the small wooden hut, searching for any sign of movement, but it was still. The air smelled of fermentation and decay, and light wisps of smoke from a small fire inside leaked from the gaps in the roof.

Somewhere in his mind, he remembered this. This was when he and his friends took on the bad ass fire witch. Feeling that nostalgia seeping into the dream, he pressed forward, excited to relive the battle with his friends, again. He knew the witch was inside, and that she would be busy right now, so he didn't hesitate and charged in. As he reached the closed door, he couldn't keep a smile from forming. He heard the footsteps of his party behind him. With them at his back, he confidently kicked the door open and rushed in to the dusty hut.

Inside, he was prepared to find the witch crouched over a small pot boiling in the middle of the room. He expected her to turn quickly, ready for a fight, but when he saw the inside of the room, he was confused to find no witch. The pot boiled the same way, the room was decorated in a blend of dust and mold the same way he had imagined, but he didn't see anyone or anything. Puzzled, he turned to face his friends, hoping to get some answer from one of them, but as he turned he felt a dull pain shoot through his torso.

Behind him stood a monster wearing a thick white mask. It was thin, lithe, with sharp features and a large gaping mouth. Green saliva oozed from its maw, and Chris looked down to see its arm piercing entirely through his chest and out of the other side. It hurt, but not very much. The demon pulled him closer, and with a sudden jerking motion, forced its thin hand into his mouth and quickly down his throat. He could feel its clawed finger tips scratching at his very core. Chris's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his entire body went completely numb. Slowly everything started to fade to black and he began to wake up.

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His dream was still vivid in his mind. As the fog in his mind cleared and his eyes opened and adjusted to the light, he immediately noticed the only other person in the room. Kayden. She had been there before, just before he was hit by something and knocked out. The more he thought about that moment the more questions he wanted to ask. After a moment, he had so many that he couldn't decide which to ask first. So he just layed still, his eyes eventually drifiting up from Kayden's expecting face and picked a spot on the ceiling to stare at. A soft breeze kissed his cheek, carrying the scent of what he could swear smelled just like freshly baked cake, though it had been quite some time since the last time he smelled one.

"You're gonna make me talk first? I bet you have a lot to ask me, but I'm not the one who will answer those questions."

"What do you mean? You're acting like you're about to ask me to join some secret organization of super soldiers."

Her face didn't flinch. She didn't chuckle or look at him like he made a dumb joke. Somehow, her being so unresponsive to that made him curious. He started imagining wild images of Kayden and Frank and the other girls were all secretly highly trained agents, and he was just lucky enough to be on good terms with them. Frank didn't seem like he could suffer through an argument much less a life or death battle with the enemy forces. He had to close his eyes and reset his mind, reminding himself to return to reality. She calmly stood up and patted her thighs once.

"Well? Do you want to go meet the captain or not? I swear, she is going to be able to answer any and all of your questions."

He still didn't know what to say. That is to say, at least, he didn't know where to start. This all made sense, though. He's always been able to do more - see more than others. He's always felt there was some deeply buried, unused power that he possessed. It has been all too easy to explain it away as his desire to escape into a fantasy world, but this would give weight to what he always felt. Any chance to become that person is one he wants to take. Feeling energized by how he imagines his potential future, Chris sits up in his bed, a fire burning in his eyes, and smiles confidently at Kayden. Its still funny to think that she is here, a little girl wrapped up in this mess.

"Alright. Yeah I want to meet her."

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Post by Kite on Sun Sep 30, 2018 4:12 pm

Chris walked side by side with Kayden. Having gotten through the small talk, he was excited to get to the doors at the end of this long hall. It was his understanding that beyond these doors waited the person who would help him - a woman named Shei. Kayden told him of how she ran her division. Apparently they all belong to a secret army of super humans, training and working together to keep humanity's foothold in the universe. With their numbers dropping, Chris seemed to be sent from above, an answer to their prayers for fresh recruits to help replenish the ranks. He had no choice but to accept these details as they were and push forward. She promised this would help him realize his power and grow from there, but warned the journey ahead was difficult, and could be painful. The anxiety from these risks could never cut through his excitement though. 


The doors slid open, revealing the huge empty room inside. The walls were at least fifty feet high, and each ran a minimum of a few hundred or so feet. It was a giant square with no windows, one door, and bright LED bar lights in the corners of the ceiling tinting the dark blue walls of the arena with a pale white hue. Standing perfectly in the center stood a confidently postured blonde woman. Her sharp golden eyes were locked on to his. For a moment, it was like staring in to the eyes of a lion. She seemed fierce, dressed in a white leather jacket with three belts left hanging at her sides. Underneath she wore a tight fitting white shirt and black leggings. She wore no shoes, had no other accessories, and most curious of all, she was standing next to a rack of medieval weapons. There were mostly swords of varying lengths and origins, as sell as a spear, an axe, and a glaive. They were all kept clean, and each seemed sharp enough to seriously injure. He thought for a moment that she may intend to spar with him as a way to guage his strength. Looking again at the weapon rack and back at her, he hoped she had something else in mind. As they approached her, Kayden called out to her.


Major Shei! As you requested, Chris Stowe has been escorted to you.


She bowed deeply, making him note how formal she was being with her. She called her Major Shei. So that was her rank. And Kayden, he could assume, was her direct subordinate. He wondered how large this army was entirely, for a moment, before Shei grabbed his attention. She cleared her throat, and drew one of the swords from the weapon rack. It was a short, one-handed sword from europe. Its blade was wide and flat, sharped on both sides, and finished off with a sharp tip. She half-mindedly tossed the sword from her left hand to her right, and turned it over to balance the sword at the hilt on her hand, her eyes still on his own.


Tell me, Chris. You think you have something inside of you? Like a power waiting to be unleashed? Because I did. I found my power, and funny enough, its only good for one thing, really, and that is drawing out someone's strength. 


I do. There has to be. Whatever it is you need me to do, I'll do it. Whatever it takes to get stronger.


First, answer me this, why do you want to be stronger? Spoiler alert, that question is part of the test. So think hard before you just say something. I really want to know why.


Chris shifted his weight, looking deep within himself for that confirmation before he spoke. He thought about his friends, about his parents, and about how he lost all of them. He thought about Frank and how he would do anything for his girls. He thought about that huge fish-like hollow he saw in the ocean a few months back. He thought about his life and where he stood in the world around him, and made his decision.


I want to be stronger, because I have to be. I can't do this anymore. I can't get by with just surviving and hiding. The world is getting more dangerous, and if I dont do something, more people around ill are going to die without me being able to do anything about it. I dont know if that is the answer you want or not, Major, but it is the truth. I want to protect my friends.


Shei smiled, and her eyes closed for a moment, as if to say she were satisfied with his response. He tried to be as honest as he could, ignoring the fact that he sounded like a cliche hero, wanting to protect his friends, and hoped she didn't think he was talking himself up. She didn't say anything else, but she opened her eyes as she slowly made her way closer to him. The sword she grabbed was still balanced on her three fingers. She didn't seem to be advancing on him to attack, so he waited, expecting anything. She didn't seem like the type who would try and feint for a cheap shot, but then again he didn't know what type she was. She got within five feet of Chris and stopped. The air was still, and her face was still locked in that same confident, knowing smile. Her eyes held his gaze, and for a moment, he could feel a warm ball of energy grow in his chest. He tried to push the anxiety back, and stayed in the moment. The seconds were dragging by, until finally, she spoke.


It won't hurt. I promise.


He started to ask what she was about to do. His voice was cut short, though, at the beginning of the first word, as she reached out quickly and placed a hand over his chest. The moment her palm made contact, it felt as if his chest, skin, bones and muscle, were turned to liquid. She withdrew her hand slightly, and his chest followed, as if being pulled by a powerful magnet. She was right, though. Somehow, even while watching his body contort and open up, he never felt pain. He was in shock, and after a second of her pulling at his torso, his vision flashed white, and the two of them were engulfed in a bright orange glow. He heard the sound of light rain, or maybe leaves crushing underfoot, and the light was still obscuring his vision completely. 


Open your eyes, Chris.


Her voice sounded happy, almost impressed. He didn't even notice his eyes were closed. He must have shut them at the start. He felt warm, his skin was buzzing, and he was suddenly holding something in his right hand. Chris peaked through his slowly opening eye lids, and let out a long sigh of disbelief. His hands seemed different. He felt slightly taller, and his arms felt bigger. He felt strong. Stronger than ever. He raised his hand and examined the long spear that suddenly appeared. The blade was slightly curved, and could slice as well as stab, and the other end came to a brilliantly glowing ruby embedded in the twisted wood. He recognized this weapon. In fact, he recognized this character. He looked at his clothes, the tattered, brown pyromancer gear from the game he played with his friends. And this is the staff he got from the witch on their last session. His vision began to blur again. His chest was tight, and his throat hurt. A few tears that couldnt be held back dripped silently to the shaft of the spear. How he wished his friends could see him now. He looked up at Shei. He felt a mix of sadness and gratitude. 


Thank you. 

Don't thank me yet. This is just the beginning. Now its time we get you trained and learn what you can do. This is where the hard part starts. We are going to have to push you as far as we can to see what you are capable of doing. Your abilities will reveal themselves under pressure. I hope you are ready. 


Chris narrowed his eyes. His jaw clenched, and his grip tightened on the spear in his hand. His mind was racing, trying to keep up with the present. He had ideas for what he could do, so tried to push all anxiety and doubt aside and accept what he has been given. While trying to focus on building the energy inside of him, Chris spun the spear around above his head and brought it down, gripping it with two hands and pointing the tip of the blade towards Shei. She nodded, her smile widening, and dashed towards him with the sword stabbing out towards his belly. Chris deflected the attack with the blunt side of the blade and rotated into a strike with the ruby. Shei quickly dodged, and beyond the door, Kayden waited, listening to the Major and Chris spar. 

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Post by Kite on Sat Oct 06, 2018 11:14 pm

So. Your power, its fire? Thats a little simple.


Chris huffed, his breathing ragged. Shei was still completely okay, minus a tuft of singed hair. Early in their bout, he managed to surprise her with a close ranged fireball, but only managed to get that close. It was the only time any of his attacks came close to hitting their mark. It was apparent early on that he would never be able to hit her. She easily slipped between each and every thrust and slash of his spear. He hurt himself more than she did. They fought with fully sharp weapons, and could cause considerable damage to the floor and walls, but she calmly and confidenly parried and evaded Chris. She had no obvious intention of hurting him, only ever pushing him back or grabbing his arm to twist around the lunge. She laughed while he put everything he could into trying to land a hit. It wasnt a malicious thought - he was just getting really excited. He wanted to push himself further.


Chris raised his head slightly, and rushed in to reach of Shei. He feinted a thrust towards her head, and quickly brought a head down to thrust towards her gut. She easily read his moves. She igored his feint and knocked the low thrust aside. She spun on her heels as she passed behind him. He saw it this time. He brought the blunt end of the spear around and turned into her. He caught her, and pushed her torso while he kicked her feet out from under her. His ears were ringing. He did it. She hit the ground at his feet at the same time he brought the tip of the spear aimed at her stomach. He realized she was smiling wider than he was. His raspy, exausted breathing faded into a laugh. She laughed too, and Chris sat down on the floor across from her.


The two of them sat in silence for a moment. She knew, maybe, that he needed a second to reflect on all this, and just waited for him to talk first. He tried to get his breathing back under control, his heart was still pounding hard against his rib cage. His smile never broke, though, even as he looked down at his spear. It was exactly the way he remembered designing it before. Deciding to test things a bit, he tried using another spell he had in his spell book. Chris spun the blunt side around in front of him and touched the crystal to the floor between them. As he did, a warm, gentle flame sparked to life and grew to the size of a small campfire. He could feel the healing energies wash over his body, and soon after he was able to catch his breath. Slowly, he felt some of the pain fade from his limbs, and he couldnt help but to smile even wider. 


Its all exactly the same. This is just like how i imagined it to look. Its just so weird. Its like I can become the character Chrisanthos. 


At the moment he said the name Chrisanthos, the crystal on his spear flashed brightly. The ends of his robes flared as if hit by a gust of wind, and the flames of the bonfire were pulled towards him, coming close to washing over his legs, though it didnt feel hot. He felt a burning desire to grow deep within himself. It was obvious that this was only the beginning. He wanted more control over his power, and Shei was promising to help him in that persuit. She looked up at her to meet her gaze. Just then, Kayden walked in through the doors to the training room. She quickly ran up to and squatted down next to Shei. 


Hey, so I just wanted to come see how everything was going, since its been a while, but it looks like you two are just sitting around a camp fire. Wait... Why is there a fire??


Shei waved her hand and gave a calming smile to Kayden, and then hopped up and dusted the back of her pants off. Doing a few stretches, she said her goodbyes, and then left for bed.



Its Chris, here. You found a real gem. Why dont you show your new lieutenant to the kitchen. Im sure he has got to be hungry. Anyway, im exausted. Have a good night you two.


Yes maam. Thank you, and. Wait... Did you said lieutenant?!

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Post by Kite on Sun Oct 07, 2018 11:17 am

The next morning, Chris awoke from a dreamless sleep. His dreams would keep his mind active to the point that he would sometimes wake without the feeling that he ever went to sleep. Last night, though, he slept well. After the training with Shei, she placed him as her second in command. Their branch was small, only consisting of the three of them, but the army as a whole was bigger, and looking to grow every day. The fact that Kayden, the only other member of the group before he got there, wasnt already lieutenant made him wonder if she really was just a kid after all. He also wondered what Shei's ability is. She never showed him anything she could do, but said that it was only good for training, even though she didnt use it. But she was impressive nonetheless. 


What was also impressive was this room they put him in. It was already prepared for him to stay here. His shack back on the cliff side was basically rebuilt in this room, but cleaner. All his old stuff he managed to hang on to was here, even his small wardrobe. Chris was in no rush to leave just yet, as he didnt know exactly where to go. His orders last night from Shei were a bit opened ended. While Kayden fixed him a late dinner and they spoke about the world, Shei actually woke up and sat and talked with them for a while. She told him that this was a time for growth, and urged him to go out into the world and get dirty, make new friends, try new foods, and report back with her at least once a week to be debriefed on any assignments she may have. He had a purpose, and the power to impact the world around him. He wouldnt waste this chance. Chris, fueled by newly found motivation, readied himself and his bag, and set out to say his goodbyes to Kayden before leaving on his first real adventure.


He made his way through the narrow corridors connecting each room, trying to remember the path to the kitchen. When he finally reached a door, he felt relieved. You could get lost down here, theres no markings on any of the walls or doors. He reached out and pulled the door open, which, unfortunately, didnt lead to the kitchen. It was the door to the training room from yesterday. Disappointed, he was about to close it but he noticed something about the inside of the room. It was completely different this time. Shei was inside working out on modern looking exercise equipment. She was using a treadmill, completely focused on her running. She didnt even notice him open the door, so he just shut it again, not wanting to say goodbye to her twice, and left. He continued to look around for Kayden, but couldnt find her anywhere. Eventually, when the final wrong turn lead him completely outside the compound, he decided to just go ahead and leave. He didnt want to be waiting around any longer. He had so much to see. With his gaze set to the horizon, Chris set forth down the lightly worn path towards an uncertain future. 

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Re: The Newest campaign Setting

Post by Kite on Wed Nov 07, 2018 11:24 am

The sun was shining brightly down on Chris as he walked away from the compound. No clouds or trees shielded him from the beaming rays, and he enjoyed every moment. The sun felt warm and inviting, as if it were trying to reassure him that he was finally on the path he was always meant to walk. The trail lead him up a hill, and eventually to an overlook that revealed the full size of the compound itself, which turned out to be much smaller than he expected. It was just one, single story building. Not large enough to fit all the corridoors connecting each large room. He noted this, and hoped he would remember to ask Kayden or Shei more about it when he got back, but who knew how long he would be away. His instructions were pretty vague.

As he walked, he started to realize something. It wasnt something that he was doing that he noticed, but something that he wasn't doing. His mind was busy, as usual, but not on anything imagined or fantastic. His mind was focused on the moment he was in now. He heard the wind in the leaves of the bushes nearby, and the occasional bird song. All of his senses were scanning for a disturbance to notice, but nothing was happening at this time. He tugged at his pack, tightening the straps again in fear that it would slowly slip and he would drop it, and then pulled out the map Shei left for him. It had a number of key locations and persons of interest already mapped out for him to visit, the closest city being on Tequila Wolf. To get to the bridge city, he would have to procure passage on a ship, and the nearest dock is just a two day walk from here. Chris rolled the map up and placed it back into his pack. With a look of determination, he fixed his gaze on the horizon in the direction of the docks, and launched himself forward in a flicker of green light. He used the technique Shei taught him, and focused on the ground when he kicked off of it and the air as he flew through it. The ground became a spring board, and the air didnt resist him, but rather it helped him fly further. With each bound, his jumps carried him further and faster than before. The air was wipping past him, the bushes and sparse trees zooming past in a blur in his peripheral vision. Two days of walking suddenly became a few hours of jumping forward at high speed. He couldnt help but chuckle a little when the tip of the first mast he could see pushed its way up from the horizon. Approaching his destination, he slowly transitioned back to walking at a normal pace so he could collect his breath before entering the city.

He was only about a hundred yards from the entrance to the city when he heard a voice to his right. It was a man's voice. He sounded older than Chris, and was shouting, calling out for help from anyone who could hear. Chris started to move in the direction of the calls, stepping off the trail and into the dense brush surrounding the trail. As he got closer, he realized the voice was moving towards him, and not only that, he could hear the sound of heavy galloping in the same direction he was walking in. As he came into a clearing, a man much older than Chris emerged from the bushes on the other side. He almost called out to the man, but his voice caught dead in his throat as a monster leapt high into the air behind him. It resembled a huge panther with a thick, white mask covering its face and head. Its claws were pure black as if they were carved from obsidian, and a sick green slime oozed from its gaping maw. Time seemed to slow as it fell towards its target. Chris lurched forward, his body moving mostly on instinct. A shimmer of pale green light encircled his feet, and with only one thought piercing his mind, a wave of fire passed over him. His roughed up, moder clothes were replaced with tattered, brown robes. The ends of the sleeves, hood, legs were charred black, a few embers still smoldering but never advancing further across the fabric. He held the spear in both hands, his eyes focused on the open mouth of the monster. Just before the beast made contact with its prey, Chris slammed the blunt side of the spear against the side of the hollow mask. It yelped, more so in surprise than pain, and recoiled away from the new attacker. 

The old man stammered and studdered as if he couldnt help it but it was clear he was trying to say thank you, but Chris was too focused on the beast. He waved his hand to cut him off, trying to tell him to stand behind him. The hollow was growling, its head low to the ground, as it paced side to side, sizing his new target up. Chris focused his energy towards his feet again and launched himself foward in a flicker of faint green light. The hollow met his initiation head on and lunged forward with jaws opened wide.

Chris jumped just before the bite landed, and vaulted up and over the beasts head using his spear. As he jumped, he rotated back around to be facing his target, and let loose two quick balls of orange fire from the crystal at the end of his staff. They landed adjacent to each other on the wolf's lower back. The impact forced it to its knees, and a yelp of pain broke through the snarling. The flames continued to burn within the greesey, matted fur, forcing it to roll over onto its back and thrash around in the dirt, trying to extenguish the flames. Chris quickly focused again on his feet and landed on a pad of solid air. He managed a sly smile, having finally used the technique under pressure after failing to do so in training. He kicked forward, his spear aimed at the beast's jaw. If he got through to the other side, he could destroy the mask and end it here, but it must have known he would behave recklessly and go for the easy kill. Just before impact, the wolf's head lowered, and while still on its back, it aimed its wide open mouth towards him again, only this time, a bright green light began to grow behind its teeth. Then a sudden, powerful beam of energy shot from its throat. Being so close and moving towards it, he couldnt get out of the way. He had to act quickly, so abandoning the attack, he intead gripped the staff harded and conjured a wall of fire directly in between him and the laser.

The beam slammed against the wall of fire, pushing into the dense flames, but it wasnt able to penetrate the defense. The green energy warped around it on all sides. All Chris could do was focus on maintaining the wall and waiting until after the attack to try and counter. There was a noise though, that caught his attention. It sounded like metal scraping against metal, and then another yelp, but it sounded like it was more surprised than anything. The next moment, the beam dissipated immediately and after lowering the wall, Chris found himself standing in front of the dissolving body of the wolf hollow. As it disappeared, a dangerous looking man with a longsword and shield was revealed. He had a few scars, short hair, ragged clothes like Chris wears, and seemed all too confortable holding a weapon, but he didnt seem to be a threat - at least not to him. Chris noticed his weapons were just normal metal. There didnt seem to be any kind of enchantments on them or high levels of magical energy coming from him.

Well youre touch of special huh?

Special?

Yeah. Like grandpa over there. Youve got something more than most right? Pretty sure thats what all the fire was about.

Oh. Well yeah. Sorry. Its still pretty new to me.

Really? Im just getting started on my adventure, too. We should travel together for now.

Chris was afraid to blink, thinking if he looked away, this guy and his grandpa would disappear. This was just like a game, where the protagonist meets a group of non-playable characters and they travel together fighting evil as a party of heroic adventurers. Chris nodded excitedly - his journey officially getting underway. After the made their introductions, Chris, and his new found ally We, gathered some supplies and loaded up the boat his grandpa was going to let him use. It wasnt very big or new, but she would do well for them. Chris was ready. His heart was beating against his ribs and his eyes were set on the horizon. A bright future awaited him on the open ocean.

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Post by Kite on Sat Nov 10, 2018 11:55 pm

So. I have an idea for where we should head first. Have you ever heard of the martial arts tournaments that sometimes pop up here and there?

Chris sat across from his new friend, We, and ate greedily shoveled soup into his mouth. It felt like an eternity since his last meal this good. The flavor was complex, not just seasoned with salt, and it had real food floating in it. He couldnt even find the time between bites to answer. He had heard of a few tournements, but without access to the islands they were hosted on, he never bothered to entertain the thought of participating, until We slid a paper torn from the nail that held it against the notice board advertising the newest one to pop up. Budokai Tournament was what it was called, and according to the invitation, weapons and complex energy based and magical techniques were all off limits. There were a list of allowed techniques, though, that including high speed movement like his Bringer Light. It was meant to be a martial tournament, afterall.

Dont you think youre better suited for this?

Well, no actually. Im strictly a sword fighter. Im not so good hand to hand.

Chris chuckled a bit, and continued pouring soup into his mouth. He gulped down the last few mouthfuls back to back and let out a long sigh of satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair and looked up at We, and noticed he was being serious.

Do you really think we should be going out of our way for this kind of thing?

We smiled slyly, as if he were waiting to tell him exactly why he thought this was a good idea. He leaned forward and flipped the flier over to the backside, where, among other things, was a list of the rewards for the top 4 qualifying participants.

Whats a dragon ball?

We looked at him as if he had never heard such a dumb question. Chris immediately regretted asking and wished he could take it back and just have said "wow a dragon ball? Thats so cool," but he already made himself look dumb. Luckily, We had more class than he thought and quickly stood up and crossed the small room to the book shelf. He picked up and moved around a few books before finally finding the one he was apparently looking for. It was old and thin, and the only thing on the cover was the image of a yellow orb with a single orange star in the very center. Chris pushed his empty bowl away from him, and after We sat down, he took the book from him and opened the cover to the first page. Another picture, this one of a long, presumably huge serpentine dragon. Chris followed its winding snake like body down to the tail, which faded into a golden light that seemed to be coming from a small pile of those same golden balls. There were more than just one, and according to the next page, collecting them all and reciting the words, anyone could summon the dragon Shinron, who would then grant the summoner any wish within his power. He realized how incredibly valuable the first place prize really was, and looked up at We, who nodded again with a confident, excited smile. If they could win this tournament, that could be the first step to the most important moment of either of their lives. Any wish he could imagine. Chris slapped his hands down on the wooden table and chuckled a little. His excitment was burning him up inside. He got the destination of the tournament, set a course on their map, and the two of them shoved off towards their future.

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