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Offline AlmightyZael

Re: RPG: C.Hill's Recruitment Thread
« Reply #45 on: August 01, 2014, 03:42:11 AM »
Zael had no idea what was going on as he patted Murdock's scaly head. He was vaguely aware of some kind of conversation.
Doesn't matter. Everyone's here and Ben's better.

He raised his voice so the party of misfits could hear him. "I think it's time for a drin-" He stopped.

"What's the matter?" Ben asked, grumpily.
Zael narrowed his eyes, looking at something in the far corner of the tavern.

"Answer the man, wizard," Chill warned.

The scholar sighed and then shrugged. "Barkeep's dead."
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Re: RPG: C.Hill's Recruitment Thread
« Reply #46 on: August 01, 2014, 03:48:26 AM »
It started raining, and the bard began to play smooth jazz on his saxaphone. Chill went over to the window and smoked a cigarette.

"It was a Tuesday. Morning was fine till a band of misfits broke into the jolly and starting spraying up the place. Few bullets and fists settled the score, and thus there was no disruption of the peace. Fine by me." He blew a drag. "But in the mess, we had a loose thread. Dame saw it all. A chap died in the corner. Knew the man. Sad. But I wasn't goin' to lose no sleep. Not over another body." He glanced at the wizard. "But maybe he would. Maybe I'd have to make him."

Doc drew another drag and stared heavily out the panes.

*Cue black out.*
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Re: RPG: C.Hill's Recruitment Thread
« Reply #47 on: August 01, 2014, 04:01:57 AM »
*panning shot of the surrounding lands, its rich fields of emerald grass, lush forested areas, misty mountains, calm seas, orphaned children, ladies of the night, men in suits, men in armour, men in nothing but their skin, wolves hunting, cats stalking alleys, coins exchanging hands, goods being sold, goods being bought, drinks being drunk, food being eaten - while the tale the bard sings of that night plays, in a smooth jazzy rythm*

"There was a man from the West
"came looking for a hero
"said he needed the best
"got no time for zeroes!
"he came dusted in grime
"as he met his new team
"but they didn't have time
"to really come clean
"for the were-people struck
"in the dead of the night
"and the dogs lost their luck
"while the party did fight
"blood splashed and did spray
"as heads were crushed in
"the mages found play
"with minds and lightning
"and a green flash of light
"told all Ben was well
"but the barkeep had died
"and the team had set sail"
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Re: RPG: C.Hill's Recruitment Thread
« Reply #48 on: August 01, 2014, 04:35:05 AM »
Bryn sat by the fireplace and surrendered to the chorus of the rain. It flooded his body like it flooded the streets and pulled his mind to a higher place, from whence it came.

"What do you feel?" Bryn asked. He could feel Scarlet staring at him. He opened his eyes to meet her gaze.

"Pardon me?"

"What do you feel when someone dies?" Bryn expounded. 

She looked away for a bit and then said, "I either feel threatened or empowered to fight.An author once said that death doesn't change you, it reveals you."

"And what did it reveal about you?"

She squinted her eyes and changed her posture. "I am not always in control...Magic isn't-"

"Always reliable?" Bryn finished.

"Yes."

"And I know you think Im not either." She grunted. "You don't have any reason to trust me," Bryn continued. "But you don't have any reason not to."

"You are not a hero," she said nonchalantly.

Bryn smiled and gave her a look of indifference. He arched closer to her, so that he could whisper in her ear.

"I'll let you in on a little secret. You're right, Im not a hero..." Her eyes tore at that. "...But I might just be much more vital." 

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« Reply #49 on: August 01, 2014, 04:55:55 AM »
With the bartender dead and the smooth jazz soundtrack concluded, Cole takes it upon himself to slip behind the bar and resume tapping beer and slinging whiskey.  His pipe firmly planted in the corner of his mouth, puffing a floral scented smoke that left a silvery-purple cloud around his head.  With some of the dust shaken off, he appeared to be wearing what was once a very nice suit, with only a shirt and vest remaining up top.  The vest had been adorned with all manner of leather patches, pouches, trinkets and fetishes.

Despite occasionally tapping his pipe into someone's glass of beer, he made a fine bartender.  And so he set about making himself useful, cleaning up blood and broken chairs, delivering whiskey to mopey heroes near the fireplace.  He was like some sort of wiry, well-dressed and strangely demented brownie.
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Re: RPG: C.Hill's Recruitment Thread
« Reply #50 on: August 01, 2014, 05:17:58 AM »
Pit. Pat. Chill looked out the window and frowned. Pit. Pat. Someone was on the other side. Pit. Pat. Crying. Nobody noticed the gunslinger leave and go see about the problem.

But it was something bigger than he could mend with duct tape.

Harry.

He was curled up by the wall, balling his eyes out. An arrow was lodged in the boards at his feet. "Don't," he said with a bite. Doc ignored him and sat down in a rocking chair. It moved to the beat of the rain.

The two just stared out at the empty town, and thought about nothing. After a while, Doc found his voice. "I know I'm a doctor, but I can't fix a broken heart." He said it more to the wind than the boy. "And I can't take you along. Can't risk that. I can't do anything." Truth only hurts the most when you say it. That, and when you ball it into a lump, try and swallow, but can't.

The boy whimpered beside him, and cried so Doc had to hold some back in.

"I'm doing this for you," he said like he meant it. "So there won't be any more orphans. So there won't be any more war." But he was deluding himself in the moment. There was nothing the doctor could do to fix a broken world. Nothing but give it a bullet.
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Re: RPG: C.Hill's Recruitment Thread
« Reply #51 on: August 01, 2014, 05:42:18 AM »
With everyone else experiencing deep moments, Ben felt kind of lost. Not wanting to intrude on other conversations he gingerly grabbed a stool at the bar. Cole attempted to hand Ben a pint of ale, but with a longing look the brawler turned it away. He understood that he had been given some medicine to help the wounds, puking it into a pile of ale probably wouldn't be the best idea.

"What do you think of this hero talk, Cole? It seems we have a few people gathered here who aren't afraid to fight for what they feel is right."

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Re: RPG: C.Hill's Recruitment Thread
« Reply #52 on: August 01, 2014, 05:53:45 AM »
Cole sets a steaming tea kettle and a dainty clay mug in front of Ben, nevermind where the boiling water came from.  "There are always heroes and villains, always evil and those who will fight it.  Hard to say if this is the right fight, but it should be interesting."
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Re: RPG: C.Hill's Recruitment Thread
« Reply #53 on: August 01, 2014, 07:45:35 AM »
Everyone was busy when Scarlet came down that morning.
Suddenly the room was full, and she felt completely lost.

"They're all so busy", she thought, "nobody will pay attention to me."

She chose a quiet corner out of the way, where one of the new guys had already clearer the table and chairs, and surreptitiously opened one of her books, eyes quickly darting from one line to the next.
Just one problem: Scarlet hadn't realised that Zael could see across the room, and he was noticing that the book was talking about them. Them, the exactly people in this room, explaining who was who, and what they were supposed to do next.

"Hmmmm - there's even *more* to this lady than I realised. She may be dangerous to my hidden objective", Zael started getting worried.
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« Reply #54 on: August 01, 2014, 08:33:54 AM »
For a moment - a moment that seemed like eternity - there was nothing.

Then there was everything.

The world brushed past him like a wave of dragons and suddenly there was colour and sound and light and...life? Maybe. Whatever it was, it was hard and cold and...damn painful. He'd broken something. He felt behind his...back, yes that was it - his back - and pulled his hand away sharply. Pain. Blood. He sat up and saw that what he had broken was not bones, but rather a glass bottle, and he was soaked through with blood and ale.

Looking down, he still wore the clothes he'd had...before? Yes, before. Whenever that was. Was this life, or the afterlife? Who knew.

His name and his previous circumstances hovered at the edge of memory, never quite able to grasp them. He seemed to be in some kind of storeroom, bottles and kegs and barrels of cured meats surrounded him.

He rose and staggered, almost drunkenly but more like someone who'd had his soul battered around the cosmos like a harried old...adventurer? Maybe.

Wondering where he was, he stumbled through the saloon-like doors and out into the aftermath of some kind of battle, or maelstrom, or...brawl?

A tavern then. Ah.
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Re: RPG: C.Hill's Recruitment Thread
« Reply #55 on: August 01, 2014, 04:00:56 PM »
Chill walked back inside to nurse a bottle when a bloody man appeared at the bar. But it wasn't Ben.

Sensing something wrong, Doc fingered his pistol and walked on over. The newbie was chatting with Ben and Grey Bear about the weather and where they were. Doc eased in beside them and ordered an ale. Smelled it on the new guy, too.

"So, what's your name, partner?" Didn't want to ask if he was a trapped were-coyote.
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« Reply #56 on: August 01, 2014, 10:34:41 PM »
Doc received no answer, but let the man join them on their travels. And that was what brought him here, to the docks, to the ships he had hoped he would never again ride. Ben was by the captain, a leathery-skinned woman who wore a hat wider than her curly black hair. His smile was almost as big as his glass, a gift he had bought for both him and the lass.

Zael stood at the bow, watching the waves, and his mer-hound was with Bryn. An odd connection passed between the bowman and the Doc. But he waved it off and smelled the winds of change. Or maybe that was the mule Cole and the bloody newcomer were trying to stow aboard. No matter.

The gunslinger stepped onto the gangway and remembered a time he could never forget. Hopefully this journey would be easier.

"You ready?" Scarlet was next to him, a grin plastered from ear to ear.

Doc met her gaze and smiled the moment after. "I sure hope so."

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