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Wasted

Wasted

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#1130210 West of Weird: OOC

Posted by Wasted on 23 February 2014 - 10:53 AM

West of Weird: A Western Apocalyptic Roleplay

 

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                                                 -Where the Sandbox ends and the Rat Maze begins. From the left. Unknown. Allan Parks.

 

"When the Weird came. It came from the west. That much most everyone agrees on. What it was exactly ain't so clear. Some folks say it was a sandstorm that spanned the whole horizon, swallowing and burying the whole world in its wake. Others swear that they seen giants (or was it a herd of giant buffalo?) what done it, crushing the land flat in their passing. More stories say it was a madness, a plague that made men turn 'gainst each other. Some whisper 'twas the Black Wings what done it, passing over silent like, but with wing flaps that birthed hurricanes, storms and death. Maybe it was God wiping the slate clean so he could begin anew. Whatever it was that happened all them years ago, one hunnerd and twelve to the count, it done changed the world. Ate up the old and spat out something entirely new. Something strange, something beautiful, something far more dangerous than anything we've encountered before. We've been set back to the pioneer days, back to when the entire world was foreign and we've gotta conquer it all over again."          - Hornsby, B. 2016. The Only Frontier, Wild Times. 43(1):12-14.

 

 

Introduction

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The Weird

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Locations

Factions

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NPCs

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Character Sheet

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#1129032 [RP] The Mortal Age

Posted by Wasted on 22 February 2014 - 09:24 PM

Small Hands

 

The festival of Luxen might have been the strangest sight Small Hands had ever seen. There was a spirit of generosity and boisterous good-will that carried from smile to smile, each villager boasting their wares and encouraging even strangers to partake. After years spent in Relorth the contrast was extremely jarring and Small struggled at first to keep his disguise from slipping in his disbelief at the careless good humor and trusting faces. After some time to adjust however he began to find the smiles infectious, pulling the corners of his own mouth up to echo those of the villagers.

 

"You look hungry lad! Why not have some of the turkey? Just the thing to fill you up."

 

The smile he wore turned sickly as a husky voiced farm woman offered him a whole basted turkey, his stomach turning as he remembered two children he had seen murder another child over a drumstick with only a few strands of rancid meat in Relorth.

 

Declining the offer and moving on quickly Small Hands tried to get his head in order by going over his agenda again. According to his Whispers' contact troops from both Ascxil and Lunia had been dispatched to Luxen. The fact that they hadn't been sent to slaughter each other was interesting enough as it hinted at some kind of collusion or at least some enemy in common. In any case any information pertaining to a treaty between the two nations would be useful.

 

He had also received information that the mercenary band was busy recruiting and that Ohmun of the Way had been seen in the village. Although Ohmun was an interesting figure as stories tended to spring up whenever he was around Small Hands would be expected to gather intelligence regarding the military presence as his top priority.

 

He had scouted out the warehouse the two forces were meeting in earlier, pretending to be a drunk reveler that had stumbled into the wrong alley in search of somewhere to relieve himself. There had been a few guards with the rest of the force stationed outside awaiting orders which meant the leaders had to still be discussing their strategy. There had also been at least one guard on the roof, given away by a red light coming off his visor. Perhaps some kind of scouting magic.

 

Small Hands found a suitable spot, an abandoned table with only scraps left of the feast that had been there previously. He dropped into the stool, leaning back and letting his one hand drop with any empty wineskin dangling in his grip. Pulling his hat over his eyes he made the picture of a drunk that had let the liquor get the best of him and was sleeping it off. Subtly he reached into his pocket and pulled out Jezzie the seventh, his mouse, and dropped her on the ground.

 

He muttered the spell under his breath, closing his eyes he transferred his consciousness to ride along with the mouse. When he opened them again the world was grey and enormous. As usual Jezzie's brain activity was frantic, jumping from place to place without any clear direction. Extending his consciousness he calmed the mouse, giving her a slight nudge to where he wanted to go. Used to his presence the mouse acted without hesitation, trotting off to where he wanted it to go, scurrying along the gaps between walls to avoid the open street.

 

Getting into the warehouse required a short, terrifying dash across open space, but he managed to squeeze Jezzie between the boards before any of the soldiers took any notice. Looking around with a mouse's eyes made it hard to make out who was attending the meeting, but Small Hands could make out Lilith, Ascxil's militant princess, Minerva Fairchild, the Lion's Claw and two Songbirds. As he listened to their conversation he learned of the cultist presence.

 

The friction between the princess and her captain did not escape him either as he filed that bit of information away for later. There was definitely a way to exploit that in some way. Small Hands was amused to see that it was one of the Songbirds that eventually acted as a mediator despite his goading earlier on. He listenedd to the compromise in strategy waiting to hear Ascxil's response.




#1125358 Why Hello There

Posted by Wasted on 20 February 2014 - 06:10 PM

Hello there. I'm a previous member of OMF, but eventually moved here since this community seems more active.