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Post by staircaseofkneecaps on Apr 13, 2016 14:09:29 GMT
-Braxton Hicks-
An Old Man huddles in a corner. He is protected from the cold only by his rags, which he wears almost proudly, as if pleased with his own homelessness.
Although it has been uncountable years since he first left his homeland in search of the Great Organ, it is only today he will receive the first clue to its location.
But first this Old Man needs a name! What will this Man’s name be?
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Post by The Paradoxical Insurgent on Apr 13, 2016 14:54:56 GMT
Skipper Plumbthroat
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Post by staircaseofkneecaps on Apr 13, 2016 15:23:29 GMT
You decide to go by the name "Skipper Plumbthroat" while you're in town, even though that is not your real name. You have many enemies here in the fair city of Antium, including, but not limited to: The Prince The Eighth Order The Observatory Scientists The Clock Tower Dignitarys The Vaaden Temple Priests The Merchantry The Bombers Speaking of which, here comes the fucking Second Ordinator of the Merchantry now. What is this some PR stunt? It appears to be some sort of Parade, but everyone's just going about their business as normal.
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Post by 2create on Apr 15, 2016 8:50:25 GMT
Attempt to blend in, and try to make sense of what's happening.
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Post by staircaseofkneecaps on Apr 25, 2016 7:32:48 GMT
Attempt to blend in, and try to make sense of what's happening. You blend in fairly well as a homeless old man. Unfortunately homeless old men are the exact type of fitting-in people the Merchantry is trying to exploit for this PR stunt! The Merchantry parade is moving from beggar to beggar, handing out handfuls of drakes, promising to release the grasp the rich have on world wealth and spread it among the people and blah blah. You've heard it all before, it's nothing more than a cheap political power struggle. You doubt the Merchantry is even going to survive till the election, a date 6 years in the making while the country's leaders struggle with proper chain of command. The Merchantry is heading your way- you doubt they'll recognize you, but you'd still rather not interact with them. The store to your left is a Fortune Teller's, and the store to your right is a bakery. Across the street you see a sign labeled "Dray's Glass". You cannot see any other establishments from where you are sitting, but you can see a couple houses and a three way intersection down the road. What do you do?
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Post by eerr on Apr 25, 2016 7:40:38 GMT
>Become hungry- attempt to eat a shoe.
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Post by staircaseofkneecaps on Apr 25, 2016 7:53:34 GMT
>Become hungry- attempt to eat a shoe. ...Eat? Is that something the humans do? You are unfamiliar with this term, 'eat'. You have only been on the Mundus Plane for about a week now, having scoured both the Nagus and Occulus Planes already. Your search for the Great Organ has led you to Mundus, and further to the Province of Olslia, in the Olslian empire on the continent of Olslia. These people are proud of their lineage. The Order of the Tiger Knights even refer to Antium as Old Olslia and Panca as New Olslia, but no one else calls them that. While you were busy with contemplating human sustenance tactics you were accosted by a friendly white kitty! The kitty alerts you to the presence of the Merchantry, mere seconds away from interacting with you! Do you have time to weasel out of this interaction?
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Post by 2create on Apr 25, 2016 8:12:56 GMT
It's a long shot, but maybe you can use a bell to make them think you're sick and scare them away. Does the kitty have a bell?
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Post by staircaseofkneecaps on Apr 25, 2016 8:28:34 GMT
It's a long shot, but maybe you can use a bell to make them think you're sick and scare them away. Does the kitty have a bell? The kitty does indeed have a small bell on its collar. You pull off the collar, and give it a quick glance before using it to mimic a hand bell. It works, and the Second Ordinator, assuming it is a dead bell simply "prays for your soul", and he makes damn sure to let everyone see how high and mighty he is by praying for you. People notice you are only using a cat's collar, but they assume it is because you are too poor to afford a bell. The collar reads "Belonps to Brayton- cat-" The cat wanders off, presumably to continue being a cat.
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Post by eerr on Apr 25, 2016 22:06:51 GMT
>Follow the kitty.
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Post by staircaseofkneecaps on Apr 26, 2016 1:53:56 GMT
Once the parade passes, you decide to follow behind and trail the kitty, hoping to find its owner. If there is one thing the spirits of mundus do not lack it is chumpness, and the total willingness to be fucked over. Rescuing someone's cat, and being a homeless old man? It's like simultaneously Rude's day, New Year's, and Blitzkra all at once! Even though that is impossible because Rude's day is the third day of Frostmare, and Blitzkra is the eleventh day of Gillestumbre, but that doesn't matter the point is your lady sent you after this Grand Organ and you'll be dammed if a Grand Organ isn't what you're bringing her on the Fall. You don't even know where the kitty went. There are a few alleyways you can see into, but you aren't sure if the kitty went into any of them, if any at all.
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Post by The Paradoxical Insurgent on Apr 26, 2016 2:49:42 GMT
>Reminisce on what you know about the Grand Organ and the dame that sent you after it.
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Post by staircaseofkneecaps on Apr 26, 2016 13:49:58 GMT
>Reminisce on what you know about the Grand Organ and the dame that sent you after it. There is nothing to reminisce about, reminiscing happens when regarding a memory fondly, and you sure as hell aren't fond of this one. It was a simple job: Lady Aktet had sent you, her Agent (Or as you like to call it glorified errand-runner) on a mission across the infinite realms in search of what she only referred to as the Grand Organ- a dangerous malfunction in the development of a growing reality. If the Organ wasn't removed in time it could theoretically spread from plane to plane, universe to universe, reality to reality... You don't really know how bad that is though, because you have no idea what a universe is. You've heard it mentioned many times before and have read it in various texts and your current working theory is the universe is the gelatinous fluid that all the realms are physically contained in, and exist through. As for the Lady herself, Aktet is the Patron Saint of Children, Potatoes and Housekeeping. Of the 7 Old Pantheon gods she definitely has the shittiest possible sphere of influence, especially when compared to legends like S'durma, God of Time and Death, or Defalco, God of Disasters and Warfare. The old pantheon apparently has a lot of negative sounding gods within it.
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Post by 2create on Apr 26, 2016 14:03:38 GMT
> Go into the alleyway that is darkest in an attempt to find the cat.
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Post by staircaseofkneecaps on Apr 26, 2016 14:11:33 GMT
> Go into the alleyway that is darkest in an attempt to find the cat. You head into the alleyway with the least amount of sunlight flooding it. A chill falls over you, and you aren't sure whether it's because it is cold or because you are being watched. Probably both, because you are indeed being stalked right now you realize.
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Post by 2create on Apr 26, 2016 15:00:09 GMT
> Keep walking. > Possibly say something like "You realize I know you're there, right?" > Also possibly you maybe shouldn't do that.
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Post by staircaseofkneecaps on Apr 26, 2016 17:33:23 GMT
> Keep walking. > Possibly say something like "You realize I know you're there, right?" > Also possibly you maybe shouldn't do that. You walk to the end of the alleyway and stand next to the garbage bin. The cat wasn't down this alley but something sure is. You decide to confront the something, by turning around slowly and saying "Maybe you shouldn't breathe so loudly next time you decide to follow someone." You turn around, adopting a combat stance before realizing the person following you was no more than a wee old lady trying to return a coin you dropped when you stood up earlier. The awkwardness is palpable. The lady decides against stayin around you for too long, accepts your thanks for the coin, and leaves. Unbeknownst to you, the woman was no more than a distaction! You are clobbered upside the head by a blunt object. The force isn't enough to knock you unconscious but there are now stars floating before your eyes. Wait like literally? Did that blow to the head make you start hallucinating? You aren't terribly sure what's real anymore.
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Post by The Paradoxical Insurgent on Apr 27, 2016 0:04:54 GMT
> Consult your FENENESTRATED WALL.
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Post by staircaseofkneecaps on Apr 27, 2016 2:38:51 GMT
> Consult your FENENESTRATED WALL. You are not in possession of a wall of any sort, but you do have some good old fashioned Elementae spells which you plan on fully utilizing to assail this threat. Your available spells are Vina, Roota, and Necta. Which will you use first?
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Post by eerr on Apr 27, 2016 3:08:17 GMT
Roota for them!
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Post by staircaseofkneecaps on Apr 27, 2016 13:27:31 GMT
If by Roota for them you mean command entire underground root systems to rocket towards your opponent and stab them through their body in multiple painful places to incapacitate but not kill them then yes you are doing that. You turn around to see your assailant, your head still spinning a bit from his earlier blow. Grovelling below you is a figure wearing a large bulky jacket, and a long good pulled over their face and down their chest. They also have on a pair of unnoteworthy pants. They are so unnoteworthy you wonder why you even bothered take note of them. Maybe their excessive unoriginality is what makes them noteworthy. Huh. The weapon he used to clobber you appears to be a basic iron war hammer. It's going to take a lot more than that to kill you.
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Post by The Paradoxical Insurgent on Apr 28, 2016 0:12:46 GMT
>Put away war hammer for latter. Beggars can't be choosers.
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Post by staircaseofkneecaps on Apr 28, 2016 1:38:52 GMT
>Put away war hammer for latter. Beggars can't be choosers. The War Hammer is familiar. Its forge is not of this land... ... Distant memories are recalled. You are standing at the feet of the shrine of Hanos, Deity of Disease and the Hearth high up on the north side of the Soznia mountains. A Warrior-Devout of Hanos approaches you. "You dare come here to the shrine of our Lord? You are not one of us. Speak, beautiful man." lmao im sorry i realized after that i didnt even use your prompt very well. when the flashback ends 'skipper' will put away the warhammer.
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