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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?"


WC : 594

Kite

Race : Human
Class : Agile
Rank : Lieutenant
Power : 30000
Strength : 48
Stamina : 33
Speed : 62
Energy : 48
Perception : 62
Energy Speed : 51
Age : 25
Location : Karakura Island

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Re: The Newest campaign Setting

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.


WC : 434

Kite

Race : Human
Class : Agile
Rank : Lieutenant
Power : 30000
Strength : 48
Stamina : 33
Speed : 62
Energy : 48
Perception : 62
Energy Speed : 51
Age : 25
Location : Karakura Island

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Re: The Newest campaign Setting

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.

Burings Raito : 935 / 750 wc
WC: 935

Kite

Race : Human
Class : Agile
Rank : Lieutenant
Power : 30000
Strength : 48
Stamina : 33
Speed : 62
Energy : 48
Perception : 62
Energy Speed : 51
Age : 25
Location : Karakura Island

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Re: The Newest campaign Setting

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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WC: 935

Kite

Race : Human
Class : Agile
Rank : Lieutenant
Power : 30000
Strength : 48
Stamina : 33
Speed : 62
Energy : 48
Perception : 62
Energy Speed : 51
Age : 25
Location : Karakura Island

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