Unbelievably Majestic

Frisk

Frisk awoke. He didn't remember much about the walk home from Akta's Shrine, he'd been busy dwelling on the fact that he'd eaten troll poop. But he remembered settling down and telling The Rock all about his day's adventures. His musing about the eating of Troll poop led him to the decision that he didn't much mind it. The goop Akta had put on his wounds was pretty tasty, regardless of what it had in it. Not to mention it was apparently good for the wounds. A fact that was proven when he woke up the next day, perfectly healthy. The last thing he remembered from his first day of life was that The Rock had been mightily impressed by his exploits, especially with Frisk's awesome new rabbit-skin-hoody that he had made. He had felt sated and happy as he fell asleep.

Then he woke up to find his body had changed quite a bit. He was larger than ever. His body felt a little cumbersome as he tried to stand, almost as if it didn't want to leave the floor. Though he couldn't blame it for that, his patch of dirt had been pretty comfy. Getting up to try and accustom himself with, and examine, his new body he first pulled off the bandages. The ones that he hadn't ripped through in his sleep were tighter than tight now that his body had grown. The wounds, however, had healed nicely, though he had a new thin line of healing tissue across his chest that pulled slightly when he flexed his arms. The more he stretched and moved though, the less he felt it. So after swinging his arms in circles and spinning around for a while he finally decided he was ready to use his new body. That was when he saw the old man goblin, Fluffy, getting ready to talk. He rushed over and tried to pay attention to what was happening.

This was no longer Frisk's home? That's what Fluffy had said. It felt odd. He liked it here. He had met The Rock here. Speaking of The Rock, Frisk looked over at it. It was in it's usual spot. Like a wise old monk waiting to impart it's wisdom. Frisk took it from it's spot, right beside his comfy patch of dirt, and tucked it in his rabbit-head-hood-pocket-thing. "Together we shall make a new home." The Rock told him.

"Yes." Frisk replied solemnly, his eyes narrowing as he stared into the horizon. "Somewhere, there's a comfier dirt."

Frisk grabbed his rabbit skin bag full of spare rabbit meat and walked off to begin his mighty quest. He marched off into town, away from the soon-to-be brothel, and used all his senses to try and locate somewhere with a bit more class and dignity. As is to be expected, he quickly found his way to The Lakeview Tavern, a place that probably had even less class and/or dignity. He had no money. He had no plan. He probably even had no right to be there. But he also had no concept of any of those three things and what they were, so he strode on in and planted himself at the bar. He slapped his large bag of, probably slightly dodgy, meat on the counter beside him, then he placed The Rock in front of himself too. It was always good to have an extra set of eyes. He sat there and watched and waited. He didn't know why. He didn't care why. He just felt like this was the place to find comfy dirt. The Rock whispered something about there being secrets here. Frisk knew he could not rest until this conspiracy was unraveled. "Where's dirt?" He asked to nobody in particular, mostly just to the air. "Where?"

Capt 'n' Jrunck.

Tael, Master of the Thousand Blades

We could have gotten a Mansion? Oh no! We really aimed too low on bargaining for our help. Then again, we really didn't know if we could help much anyway. Not to mention we didn't really know what a Mansion was, but the way Athena said it meant it was probably something cool. Plus it sounded fancy. Maybe it was a type of sword or dagger or something! It would be a shame to miss out on that. Then again, we had Val's blade. That was much more valuable to us. It had been a present from our first friend, Val, and that made it better than even a 'Mansion' knife. Either way, we had already missed out on our Mansion opportunity, so we moved on.
 

Before long we had our first task as part of the crew! We had to meet some crew people. Interesting. So we ran ourselves through the options.

First we had Athena, the co-captain, we had met her already. She was nice. Her sister, Minerva was it? Was also the co-captain but she was currently sleeping in that strange bed with the metal doo-dads and whatnot's, somehow she was powering the familiars. The two crossbow ladies from earlier probably didn't like us very much after we had attacked them a little bit back in the rowboat. That was maybe a bit of a problem. We'd have to try and deal with that at some point if it turned out they hated us. We didn't like the idea of people not liking us because of a misunderstanding. In any case, it seemed the only people left to meet, and hopefully not annoy, were the big quiet men who were walking around. But as far as we knew they were... not real? Or they were real, but not really? Or was meeting them the same as meeting Minerva since she was controlling them? We didn't know. We decided to play it safe and steer clear of them until we knew more.

In the end we decided it would be best to get to know the Captain more. She seemed like she knew what was going on. So we hung around and stayed with Athena for the rest of the trip. Trying to get a few more tidbits of information out of her about the whole situation they were in. We also wanted to ask about the whole 'meeting a Dolem' thing we had gotten curious about earlier. But since Val spoke through our mouth and made Athena think we were smart, we didn't want to ruin that and ask. So we stayed away from that topic.

OOC:

- Lulu is on pause until Juro comes back. Maybe Frisk too, but that depends on Majestic. I haven't seen any posts from him, so I'm guessing that's the situation.

I'm still here, I've just been incredibly disappointing with actually posting for things. My excuse for this particular RP is that where it is right now actually seemed a pretty funny end point for Frisk's first day, and you've been saying it was wrapping up and moving on to day 2. So I kinda was just waiting.

Pretty sure Illumi said at some point that we'll get skills, rank ups and whatever else when the day ends. Which makes sense to me since in the manga everyone rank's up in their sleep. :3

Frisk

Before Frisk knew what was happening Akta, the funky medusa, had sneaked upon him and grabbed him from behind. He didn't understand what was happening, though he was roughly one hundred percent certain he was about to be eaten. And so he fought with all his might. In his minds eye he tore the snakes from her head and devoured them, granting him their magical power of snake-y writhing. They could writhe better than anything he'd ever seen. He wished he could do that. Sadly, in reality, this is not what happened. Rather than a heroic escape he just kind of thrashed about weakly for a second before tiring himself out and giving up. He blamed the earlier battles. It was their fault he wasn't at full strength. Curse those foul rabbits and their delicious, delicious meat! It was around this point he noticed that he wasn't, in fact, being eaten. Instead he was being slathered in some kind of liquid and then his wounds were being wrapped tightly in bandages. Before he could even figure out what was happening he was being released from his snake-y prison and just sort of stood there for a while trying to understand.

Instead of coming to an understanding, he simply decided to taste the liquid. He licked some off his arm. It was kind of bitter and it tickled his tongue. Frisk decided he liked it. As a bonus his wounds weren't actively hurting as much since the snake lady had attacked him with the liquid stuff. Maybe it was a good thing. He walked over to Akta, who had taken a seat in the center of her temple, and pointed at his tongue. "What's this?" He asked curiously. Not knowing, or even considering, if she would know he had eaten some. Then again, if this lady was the culinary genius Frisk suspected, capable of coming up with the idea to mix two tastes into one just like Frisk the Genius himself, then... Well... Maybe then she would be able to figure out what he meant. Frisk would have figured it out. Hell, Frisk was doing it. That's like, on a whole other level than just figuring it out. So he stood there pointing at his mouth and waiting for an answer.

"What's this?"

Pretty good first words Frisk.

Pretty good.

                                 - The Rock.

Capt 'n' crunck.

Friend or Foe? - Narinogoril the Harbinger of Terror Update (Munnin)

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"Ha! You wanted a pelt! So you attacked an entire pack of wolfs in Fenris territory?" It wasn't really a question. More of a statement. "You must be fairly confident in your fighting skills, eh? We could use some good fighters." He looked at you appraisingly.

Luna looked appalled and began stumbling over her words. "But- If- Wh- He tried to attack us! He's an enemy!"

"An enemy? Look at him. He's hungry, cold and probably lost. But an enemy, Luna? Perhaps if we make him one, but I prefer to make allies. He's already shown himself to be damn near fearless." The large wolf-man looks you in the eyes with a piercing stare. "And we could benefit from having a fearless companion. Even if he isn't one of us. We're at war right now in case you'd forgotten Luna."

"Waaaaaaaar..." Let whispered sounding awed, as though he'd just seen something amazing.

"I'll never forget." Luna replied firmly, a suppressed tone of fury in her voice.

"Hey. Nariiinoooo? Can we please have a war? Just a little one I promise! Pretty pleeeeeeeeeeeease?" Let asked as sweetly as he knew how. The tone was unsettling really.

"Nevertheless, I suppose we can't just ask this man to help us out of the blue like this." The wolf-man continued. He turned back to you. "What do you say we get you some thicker clothes, some food, and then we can escort you through our lands so as to avoid any more accidental assaults? In exchange for that, I'll tell you of our situation here. When we get to our border you can decide for yourself what you want to do. Maybe once you hear what's happening you would like to stay and potentially aid us, or perhaps just continue on your way. Either way will be fine. But I'd appreciate it if you could give me the chance to explain the situation a little. At the very least, the information might prove useful for you if you choose to simply continue on your journey."

Arenthiel and Eimile should be a fun team. :3

We need a team name Illumi. Team Fire-Brandy. Team Hunter. Team Awesome. Team Which Plays in the Bushes a Whole Lot. Hmm...

On the topic of Co-GM'ing, I'm already Co-GM'ing for Oblivion. Poorly too. I'm having a lot of trouble moving Munnin along. >.<

So I don't know that I could be a Co-GM, but I'd happily help out like, unofficially, every once in a while.

Nice to meet you Mal, despite the circumstances. For the sake of trying to avoid confusion, if you see people talking to a 'Joker' person who doesn't seem to exist, it's me. :3

Storyline-wise we're actually at a very clear-cut 'story-arc just ended' type of situation. Which makes for a nice end point.

Wow. Fuck. RP Corner won't be the same without him. :c

Frisk

Following Lulu led Frisk to a cool new sight, a circular building constructed of plants and earth. This was where the monster lady took Lulu. After a short while Frisk "stealthed" his way over and entered the building. There he saw Lulu. She was wrapped in some things, looking a lot like his food had when Frisk put leaves around a bit of meat, surely that was a bad sign. The weird lady monster had obviously had the same idea as Frisk, and was wrapping Lulu up to make her taste even nicer. This was alarming to Frisk. Not because Lulu was being prepped for dinner, but because he had been pretty darn certain he was the only person to have ever come up with an idea as insane, yet genius, as the idea of eating more than one thing at the same time. His world was rocked right down the the foundations upon learning this was not the case. It was almost like he wasn't as special as he had thought. A ridiculous idea, obviously, but still he had a brief moment of doubt there. Swiftly he decided that it simply must be that this monster lady must also be a genius of unimaginable brilliance. Assuming she didn't try to eat him, Frisk would like to have a talk with her at some point about pushing the frontiers of eating things to new levels. Maybe they could try eating three different tastes at once. He shuddered. Three tastes at a time was the actions of a madman. Let's not get too crazy now. Two tastes was more than enough. He needed more time to experiment with that before even contemplating going further.

Just then Frisk's train of thought was destroyed. Shattered into a billion little pieces and swept away by the tides of time. Because he noticed something he had never seen before. Something most special indeed. It was a big, glowing tree within the building. There was also a whole bunch of stones and pillars with carvings and stuff, but those were of little to no interest to Frisk, who suddenly found himself with the inescapable desire to eat some of those tasty looking glowing leaves. He noticed Lulu was about to do the same. He knew he liked her for a reason. She too had her priorities straight. Frisk, forgetting all about the potential danger of the crazy, weird monster lady, rushed forward to join Lulu at the base of the tree. He placed his rabbit meat parcel carefully on the floor and began trying to eat leaves. There was about to be a tree-leaf massacre up in here. Frisk was going to try the leaves, then the sticks, then the leaves with some of his rabbit meat. He'd let Lulu try some leaves with rabbit meat too if she wanted too. It would be nice to see what someone else things of his eating two thinks at once idea. 

Capt 'n' crunck.

I posted, Frisk followed Lulu.

Frisk

Frisk made it back to the cave without incident. He had grabbed a couple of random leaves and such as he went, tossing them into his bag of meat. But he didn't go as crazy as he had before, he wasn't going out of his way to find them, he simply grabbed some if he passed them. He was much too injured to go out of his way for leaves. No. No matter how much he wanted them he resisted, mostly, and went straight back to the cave. All in all it was actually fairly dull. Frisk even started to get bored at one point. He defeated this by eating a leaf. He couldn't be two things at once. So once he was eating, he couldn't be bored. No problems.

But it was as he entered the cave that things got really interesting. You see, when Frisk entered the cave and took a good look around at the place he was calling home, for now at least, he noticed Lulu being carried off by a strange, weird, tentacle-y thing. A brand new creature. Something he had never seen. And it was in the cave! The thing was huge, and by huge I mean it was at least as tall as Frisk, maybe even a little bit taller, he'd have to get closer to know for sure. It was humanoid and green, it looked like it had torn itself out of the cave wall and just started walking around. Presumably it was walking around so that it could capture little goblins like Lulu, who was tangled up in a whole mess of tentacle hair.

Frisk had to see where this was going. There was no way he didn't. A fellow survivor of The Hoppy Legs of Doom was being carried away by something else. Something that also seemed Doomy. Perhaps this would lead to another classic escapade in which Frisk and Lulu earn another story to tell around the campfire, and in mead halls across the land. Another legend may well be born today. Frisk would be damned if he wasn't going to be part of it. He followed after them stealthily, or at least as stealthily as an idiot goblin in a rabbit fur hoodie could. The rabbit skin full of meat didn't help the general effort either, and that's not to mention his injuries, but there was no way he'd leave his hunting spoils behind. He had to show off what he'd caught to The Rock later. He'd be super proud of him.

Capt 'n' crunch.

Arenthiel To'rah

Mission complete. A short time after Arenthiel climbed the tower and began keeping watch, a group exited the cave. It was the right group. His group. And though they looked a little worse for wear, at least they hadn't engaged in sincere and brutal combat, only to be greeted with a face full of arrows upon their victory. A fate that would have befallen anyone else who happened to be leaving the cave at that point in time.

With no more opponents in sight, and the assumption that his group must have cleared out the inside of the cave, Arenthiel descended from his watchtower. "Nothing like a good job well done eh?" Arenthiel declared, making a vague gesture to the camp in general. He stretched his body in about five different ways with a series of satisfied groans. He loved a good stretch after an extended battle. Really loosened you up, got you ready for the victory drinks. It was also a good way to make sure everything still worked as intended. Not that he had to worry about that this time, as he hadn't gotten so much as a scratch. Being a long-range fighter certainly had it's benefits.

He smiled to himself and looked at all the injured people. "Well!" He said loudly. "It was fun working with you lot. I'm sure you did fantastically inside the cave! I'll just take your word on it. You lad," He said pointing a finger a Ziku. "Good job. I've got a drink with your name on it back in town. If that lovely Tavern-Keeper will let me back in at least. I may have... eh, something of a tab on the go. I'm sure it'll be fine. It's the whole reason I took this job to be honest, kind of ran out of money," He laughed and slowly began walking backwards. "Anyway, job's done, it was great working with you, true professionals one and all, bring that gear back for me would you? Thanks. Congratulations on your victories and such, pats on the back all around, get those wounds seen too, I don't want to see you all getting infections and whatnot, blah de blah, I'll see ya in town." And with that he had passed through the Bandit camps' entryway and, with a cheery smile and a wave, disappeared into the bushes.

"I'll be at the bar." Claimed a distant Elven voice, not too long later.

OOC:

Posted!

Also Lark has a copy of The Lusty Argonian Maid?!