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((Well, you actually were for a little. Then I got annoyed at meta gaming. I probably have a looser definition of "envy" than you. Probably admire would be a better term.))
Ethan walks over to the central fountain and scoops up some water. However, when he got back, Andrea was already awake and had quickly left for the inn. Oh, well, alright. He let the water spill down through his fingers onto the pavement. Luckily, he had some spare food left in his bag, so he could deal with not getting breakfast earlier. He sighed a little and walked into the inn.
(( Okay, rant number two. Apparently, Power Gaming is all the rage with this thread. Not once did I specifically say Andrea went to the inn, nor did I imply this action. Heck, I never even said she got up from the bench! This isn't the first time this has happen, nor do I expect it to be the last unless people reform themselves. What I'm saying is my character is my character. Until the day comes where I can grab my little puppet threads and control yours, you cannot control mine. I know rules are a bit more lax on this thread, but that does not mean anybody has the right to PowerGame. This issue needs to be fixed or else it'll be impossible to stay.
I don't know if you noticed, but this rant is aimed specifically toward Gamelord. Don't think I am yelling at you, Talist. In all likeliness, you read Gamelord's post and made your assumption from there. ))
((Sorry, I didn't even know that there was powergaming going on. Thank you for bringing that to my attention. While there will not be any consequences now, I ask that this be resolved peacefully so that this roleplay isn't ruined by an argument. After all it might just be a simple mistake, one can get the impression that Andrea was going to the inn from your post Ninja))
Peter turned to Andrea when she spoke. She had awoken from unconsciousness which was something of a relief. But that was not the end of Peter's worry about Andrea, she had passed out and, although it seemed to Peter that she was not in pain, she might still be hurt. Even if she was a good night's sleep might do her a world of good. It would at least help with any fatigue that came about from Aaron's training. He noticed Ethan walk into the inn, he planned to do the same soon.
"It is good to see you awake" Peter said, unsure about Andrea's health, "Are you alright Andrea? Can you walk? You should probably get some sleep, everyone needs to be in good health if we are to stop the end of the world."
As he said these words someone exited the inn. They were of average height and had a thin build. It was a woman who appeared in her mid-thirties. Her brown hair was tied up in a tight, but slightly messy bun, and she wore a light brown shirt and a grey skirt that reached to her ankles. She cleared her throat to attract the attention of the group before speaking in a clear, but soft, voice.
"You must be the adventurers Nathan was talking about, your rooms are ready and breakfast is at eight thirty" she said with a warm smile, there was a short pause before she continued, "Come inside before you catch a cold, dinner will be served soon."
The idea of a warm bed for the night and a hot meal was music to Peter's ears. Being stuck in the corrupted forest had made him miss lunch so he was quite hungry. But before he could go inside he wanted to make sure Andrea was alright. She had only just woken up after being unconscious. So he waited for her to respond.
Inside the inn was warm and cozy. There was a large wooden desk that divided the room, behind the desk was a young man with dark brown hair wearing a long sleeve, collared, white shirt and brown trousers with dark blue suspenders over his shoulders. In front of him was a large book filled with the names of people who were going to stay in the inn. Behind him were shelves and a board covered in hooks holding keys. Also on the desk was a telephone and a lamp with a beige lampshade. There was a fireplace in the left wall and a window next to the front door. A comfy looking armchair sat in the corner between the right wall and the front wall. The room was lit by a small chandelier that hung from the ceiling and next to the desk was a set of stairs that curved so that the top was next to the back wall and over the shelves.
(( You're very good ranting. Yes, you can make that huge rant rather than getting up off that bench in response to just one easily edited line. But if you insist on this nonsense, allow the accused to present his case. Apparently it wasn't implied. Of course it was implied, dang it. Andrea said the meeting was adjourned. You know what that big word means, yes? Well unless you're power gaming too, Andrea was the one doing the ajourning. And when you adjourn a meeting, you don't sit and wait for somebody else to contribute their points in said meeting. Then she said goodnight. Now I don't know about you folk, but when I say goodnight, its either in response to somebody else's goodnight, or I am noting that I myself am going to bed. The former never happened, so it is most likely the latter. So if she wasn't going to the inn, what was she doing? Sleeping on the bench? It was an assumption, but a small one that was in fact strongly implied. Maybe I shouldnt have done it, but it really isn't worth a rant.
However, if you insist on me stopping this, I plead that you do the same. However you'd like to deny it, you've also done plenty of dumb things in this roleplay. Now, they've only been minor so I haven't brought them up, I prefer roleplaying. But if you are so insistent on ranting every other post directly at me and disrupting this whole roleplay, I must do the same and put you in your place, I think. So, apparently you have to power to decide exactly how magic works. That's not a problem to some degree. But when you change what somebody else has established so your character can correct them, that's pretty dumb. You're deciding that my character is wrong, which is plain wrong considering no conflicting information was ever established.
Exhibit B now, I suppose. Somehow, you get to decide Nates past. You get to decide if he has seen 'the horrors of the world'. Nobody, not even you OOCly, had the knowledge to determine these things, and so you're literally choosing Nates characteristics and deciding that he is 'innocent' and 'untainted'. Now, I suppose I'm resting my case here. If you insist on further poisoning this roleplay with out of character rants against me rather than actually contributing and explaining what the heck your character is doing, then I really have no reason to participate at all. Its not fun for anybody to listen to this. You're then one so insistent on me PMing you about your goofups, don't be a hypocrite and do the same. Of course, I've left myself under no such obligation, and will gladly tell the queen of roleplaying here that she is wrong. Yes, I'm being harsh here. I've been trying to be polite this whole dang time, only bringing things up when they seriously alarm me, but now I've had it. Now you're lecturing me every other post, even when you yourself said this childishness would be much more appropriate in a private message. Now I'm tired of this nonsense, and am here to tell you with this last post that your attitude is tiring me. Thus far you've simply managed to complain at me, simply to be disproven and forced to apologis. Now tell me, will you do the same here or include a witty Mr. Cloud comment instead of addressing the issue at hand?))
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(( I decided, just now, that I would take the liberty to truly read through your argument and analyze it bit by bit. However, in respect of the other players, I will keep this strictly to spoilers. ))
"Apparently it wasn't implied. Of course it was, dang it." What we have here is a Class-A word twist. In Roleplaying, you can interpret small actions as you wish, but there is no reason to think of nothing as a distinct action. If I were to say, for example, {"I am going to get a drink." Bob says, turning and running to get a drink.}, then you could completely act upon this. If it was only {"I'm going to get a drink." Bob said.} then you cannot.
"So apparently you have to power to decide exactly how magic works. That's not a problem to some degree. But when you change what somebody else has established so your character can correct them, that's pretty dumb." I have little to say about this, since I have a single piece of evidence that can defend me. Remind me, who was it that decided how magic would work for the vast majority? Who decided to come up with a Roleplay changing mechanic that was not, to the awareness of the public, approved by Willow? Exactly. It is not at all in your authority to create such a thing, so it is also not unbelievable that other people can edit this. Was it simply to correct Nate? No, it was simply for the sake of moving on.
"Somehow, you get to decide Nate's past. You get to see if he has seen the 'horrors of the world'." This one requires Real-Life evidence. Have you ever heard someone say 'Stay in school, kid?' Does the advisor know if you are in school? Would you argue that they are able to control your past? As evidenced by Aaron's application, his life has been one in darkness. His mother died, he's part of a serious gang, heck, he's involved in the slave trade!
"Thus far you've simply managed to complain at me, only to be disproven, and forced to apologis." Have I complained? Yes. Have I been disproven? Not once. The reason I have brought forth question to your ability to Roleplay is because there have been issues that have ceased to stop. When I said "Sorry", do you honestly think I was apologizing? You had caused an issue, clarified why you were causing an issue, and I did the respectful thing to end the conversation. We've seen your ability to drag on an argument, both in and out of character.
Tell me now, was my accusation accurate? Did you PowerGame? Yes. Are you currently being obnoxious? Also correct. When you are able to muster a decent argument, hit Ctrl-A and Delete because nobody wants to here it. This fuss is over with. I won't feed your needs any longer, so this is where I must end. I am fully sorry to the mature Roleplayers of the community who's time I've wasted, and I can only offer the sincerest of apologies to those who have read my oppositions half-witted argument.
(( And your decision to completely invent an entire branch of magic and decide a select group who could practice it was not a 'roleplay changing mechanic?'. No, it was. Especially seeing as one of its super duper functions was pretty much the basis of Nate's entire magic. No matter how you have tried to thus far justify creating contradictory lore, it really doesn't help anybody. Somehow, creating a distinction between people who a born with magic, who have already become quite apparent in the roleplay as real things, Rocky being a primary example, and those who aren't, Nate of course being that one. I made a distinction which was very much present whether you or Willow liked it or not, because the very existence of these characters demands it. That would of course carry certain obvious assets and flaws. Nothing I said was so out there. Your "Well you did it so I can do it" argument is really quite childish, if I must admit, and it's not really the same thing. Willow had no objections to my lore, and no objections to yours. So lets not object to each others lest we face being called out on it by the other, yes? Thank you.
Your slave trade is one I still struggle to find an explanation of, and Aaron's past is totally irrelevant. I'm not sure you thought this argument through, to be perfectly honest, because the way the situation was described made it seem far from some sort of far fetched assumption or witty comment. There was no 'innocence' in Nate's voice. He isn't a total child, you can't be one to actually make the decision of his emotions. Your first person writing gives a very different insight into your characters' heads. Aaron believed what he said, and he had no reason to believe that. None at all, none that I had given, therefore you really didn't have the right to include the comment at all. Even if Aaron did somehow mistake it, there was no way he could have because I gave him no place to believe any such thing, and as he quite obviously saw it genuinely, there is really no argument here.
The last major point is an easy one, because your response was so outrageously poor. Somehow if you complain at me, I clarify, and you end it, you're being 'respectful' with fake gratitude. I mean... What? Anyway, if you so badly 'don't care' and want to move on, stop replying to me. There's no gun being pointed at you, no need to 'feed me' as you say. To be fair, I'm quite tired of being questioned every time I post.
Yes, I've made mistakes. They've been minor, and easily edited. Have you made mistakes? I'm sure you'd try to argue otherwise, but you have. The problem isn't that I've made mistakes, at least not to me, its that you've dedicated whole rants insulting myself and my ability to roleplay on the pretense that you didn't like one line I wrote. And while I'm sure my arguments must be the most half-witted walls of text to ever plague the internet that you've ever read, the whole point of this is that I'm tired of you, roleplay guru, pushing me around with your rants over small things.
I mean, was it really worth it? Are you satisfied that you got to proudly throw in rant #2 and cause this whole argument, just becuase you didn't like one line? Could you not simply ask me to try not to? Honestly, it was an implied action. Does that mean I should have jumped the gun? No, of course not. I'm not arguing with you on that. But you're consistently ranting over these small things, that's my problem and that's the only thing you'll ever be defending by arguing with me. This never had to happen, but you had to cause an unneeded fuss. Well I'm tired of dealing with this now.
I have enjoyed this roleplay on the whole, but I'm done now. The story really isn't worth being insulted by roleplay guru over here. Sure, I make mistakes. And I can fix them, but people need to be polite. Well that's it now, I'm finished with this. And yes, ninjaboss. I'm sure this is amazing and you're so glad I'm not plaguing the roleplay with my presence any more. But I don't care. I don't need to hear from you again. Actually follow your own advice, just once, and shut up ranting and get on with your dang roleplay. Enjoy it, all of you. Even ninjaboss :/ ))
((I will gladly find an IC excuse for it if you choose to continue. If not, we can always start fresh elsewhere, but I'm obviously going to be setting limits on who I'm willing to interact with. You don't need an explanation there.))
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The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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((Alright, here's something I had in backup for a while...))
Ethan went into the inn and picked out the dining table ((which I'm assuming exist. How meta gamey of me...)) closest to him, which happened to be by a window. Out of it, he could see the fading light slowly cloaking the once friendly town in shadow. He placed his bag on one of the chairs and then slumped into one next to it before leaning back far enough to lift the legs off the floor and giving out a deep sigh. There wasn't too much to do but wait for dinner and thank the staff.
The jumbling of the bag woke Cryeon up. She woke with a start and thanked the spirit of magic. She wasn't exactly having the best of dreams. She poked her head out of the bag and looked around. From what she could see, she was on a chair by a table in some stuffy building, probably the next inn they would be spending the night at. But that meant she'd have to go back to sleep soon because she couldn't handle another sleepless night. Looking around again, she could see a few people she didn't recognize and Andrea out through the window. She jumped out onto the table. She was getting rather hungry, so she should ask Ethan if she could have some of that rabbit in the bag. Something about this place gave her the creeps though. It was too... dark and it didn't seem to be in good shape. Huh? Someone usually comments on her now. She turned around to see that the person she didn't know had left. That was quick... where did he go? Wait... something's wrong... Where's Ethan? Where's anyone for that matter? The place was suddenly very, very dead and silent. She suddenly grew very, very afraid and jumped onto the window sill and tried to break it, but the glass was too strong. Cryeon slowly turned around to see a small spark fling itself out of the fireplace and catch on the floor, quickly taking hold on the dry planks and turning the entire place into an inferno. And then, she died. Then, she woke up.
((I'll continue until the moment I know Nate will leave. Ninjaboss hasn't posted for a bit, and I might carry on if he/she has quit for whatever reason and will stop irritating me. Also, am I correct in assuming that the place that Cryeon is is somehow different to the actual inn, Ethan still there and Nate able to walk in without dying? If not, I'll edit this out, I just want to get some roleplay in here so I can move Nate's leave along if I need to))
Nate opened the door to the inn. It was a small, cosy, and awfully warm place. There was a counter in the middle, and to the left was a dining table next to a window, with an old fireplace burning there. How typical, he thought. He had to sit by the fire in an already quite warm inn. But he wasn't too fussy anyway. He sat down at the table opposite Ethan and waited for somebody else to speak.
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(( Making me into the villain here, eh? I'll gladly take that as a compliment. Villains always have the best stories. ))
[Andrea]
Contrary to popular opinion, I did not immediately head toward the Inn. Instead, I sat up from the park bench where I had laid my head and started in the direction of the forest, where I assumed Aaron had returned to. The traces of aura was definitely a good clue to add to my theory, though. The guy looked just a few years older than me, but I had an itching sensation that his training was far more helpful to his skill set than mine was to my chain conjugation ability. I kept staring into the dark woods for a little bit.
With the reminiscing of that short time together over, I strolled calmly toward the inn. A stewardess tried to point me in the direction of where food would be provided, but I had no appetite. Instead, I asked where my room was and immediately followed her instructions. Before closing the door, I slipped a door tag onto the handle that said Do Not Disturb. The room I would spend the night in was a simply made dorm, with a comfy looking bed and a shelf probably made of oak. The decor was just as basic, but all in all, it was better than previous establishments.
((Nope. Please don't put words into my mouth, as you so love. Me not liking you does not equal you being a villain. Please come back once you've grown up))
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((to make sure we're absolutely clear, my second paragraph was describing a dream, as evidenced when I said, "Then, she woke up," at the end. The entire place did not randomly light on fire in the "real" world.))
Ethan turned to watch Andrea walk up the stairs, unless the rooms are on the ground floor in which case he watched her ignore the stairs and go to those instead.
"You sure you don't want som- ... well, good bye." (hooray for editors deleting colors, yay...)
Turning back around, Ethan started to tap his fingers on the table. He wasn't sure what to say, so said nothing. He could feel that Cryeon was starting to stir, but wasn't fully awake yet. It would probably be best for her to just sleep through the night. After a few more moments of awkward silence, Ethan asked Nate,
"Um... so... are you alright? And I don't mean just physically. I didn't ask you before, but are you? After you know, the magic overload or whatever happened."
((I'm loving how this roleplay is starting to break the fourth wall now with clarification. Its weird.))
Nate had gotten himself a cup of coffee, and was simply staring into the liquid. He stayed like that for a few moments until he realised he was being spoken to. "Oh? Um, well, yes, I'm fine, I suppose. The effects are rarely long-term." he took a sip of the coffee, staring into Ethan's eyes a little awkwardly, as if to say 'Yes, I'm paying attention. Not that I want to'. He quickly finished the last of it, and stood up. "You know, I really don't think I should stick around. I need to... Sleep, I suppose." Nate had no appetite, and so followed suit and headed for his room. He shut the door and locked it, and lay on his bed for a moment. A thousand thoughts were whirling through his head, and he wasn't sure what to do with them. How to piece them together and solve a puzzle that had troubled him since he had met the others on his journey.
Nate tried to brush it off for a moment by applying his thoughts to something else. Progress. That was a fair thing to spend his time making. He went into his bag and pulled out a small book. It wasn't large, but it was thick. Nate treasured this book more than pretty much anything. It was immaculate - bound in leather. All of the letters had been carefully handwritten with a certain ink that Nate thought looked pretty nice. Like some sort of ancient tome, which Nate thought was pretty neat. Not that he cared for any of that. Not that he'd tell anybody he cared for any of that, at least. Nate picked up a stone from his bag; it was very smooth, and fit well in his hand. He took his chisel and hammer and quietly created the rune. He thought he had an idea now. He thought he could focus it now and make it work. In the stone, Nate engraved a rune named cen, meaning torch. He did it carefully - the more accurate the rune, the better the seal.
Then, he held his right palm out. He focused himself, and a white-purple glow began to formed, twirling around like a tangled ribbon, perfectly delicate. He focused himself more, not thinking about anything else if he could get away. And it soon happened. The energy took a more solid shape. It soon came together into more of an orb, and soon, a more crystalline shape. Nate could hardly look at it without hurting his eyes, but it wasn't a large light. It was peaceful, and gently hummed as it hovered above his hand. Nate picked up the rune in his left hand, and thrust his right hand into the runic symbol. He turned the hand to lock it tight, and let go, the rune getting hot. The shape engraved in the stone glowed bright orange, and slowly dimmed until the process was complete.
Nate opened his book to a new page and began to write. His rune had been successfully crafted - a work of art, almost. He didn't even have to test it to know that he had done it. And he'd been the first. That was it. He'd been working on that particular design for a while. He took his pen and titled the page 'Flametongue', accompanying the picture with a diagram and description. Satisfied, he left the book and lay on his bed. He had another book in his hand now, and another thought playing on his mind. Why was he there? Nathan seemed intent on spilling at least some of the beans tommorow, at the plaza, but was that enough? Nate couldn't see the justification, not yet, but maybe he would soon? Nobody could be sure. Nate opened up the book - a diary, and began to write.
"I've been away for a couple of days now and I can't say I'm sure of what to do. Nathan, the psychic, refuses to tell me why I was brought here, at least not yet, apart from the fact that we're apparently going to stop the prediction from happening. We're staying in Pyreton, an old town up north. It's nice, but not my ideal setting.
Nathan is certainly intelligent, I do respect him somewhat, but I feel his master plan is going to end up a little unrealistic. If a man cannot share information with his allies, what hope does he have of working together with those allies? He has yet to appear in person, and speaks in riddles, almost, unwilling to spare us any information. I don't trust him, nor do I trust many of the others. If the prediction is to be stopped, they may stop it. I may stop it. There is a them and there is an I, but there is no we. There will never be a we, I do not work in teams.
For this reason I regret to admit that this may be the end. I did come to enjoy the company of some of the people that Nathan gathered, but I cannot work with them. They are hotheaded, impulsive, and I cannot see eye to eye with them. I cannot speak to them and understand how they feel or why they do what they do. And they are the same around me. I think I can help to stop the prediction. However, I am unsure if I can continue and try to do so as a part of this group. No, I think I must do research. I must learn more. Nathan is a psychic, but he does not know everything. There are things he hasn't seen.
Peter entered the warmth of the inn, only just now realising how tired he was. It had been quite a day, fighting corrupted trees and meeting Aaron. The mysterious event that Nathan had planned still nagged at the back of his mind. He wanted to know what was going to happen, but he doubted that he would convince the psychic to reveal more than he thought was necessary. Whatever was happening tomorrow Peter would just have to wait and see.
The sound of his stomach rumbling brought Peter's attention back to the present. The woman had said that they were going to be serving dinner soon. Peter was hungry, after a quick glance around the main room of the inn he found the door to the dining room. This room was just as warm as the main room and already contained Ethan. Peter entered it just as Nate left and sat down next to Ethan. It wasn't long before the food arrived, the man from behind the counter appeared in the doorway to the kitchen and walked into the diining room. He placed two plates of food in front of Peter and Ethan before disappearing through the doorway to the kitchen. The plate had some roasted vegetables, a bread roll with some butter and some roast meat.
Peter didn't waste much time before beginning to eat. He hadn't eaten since that morning so naturally he was quite hungry. The food was good and hot. Peter ate silently, he wasn't really in the mood to talk. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the next morning, what did Nathan had planned? Peter wanted to know. He was so preoccupied with these thoughts that he barely noticed that he had eaten all his food. Peter stood up, took his plate to the kitchen and walked up the stairs to his room.
It was plain but comforting and warm. Peter was exhausted, he fell onto the bed. He stared at the ceiling, at the single light bulb that hung from it. He wanted to sleep but his mind was still curious. What did Nathan know? What did he have planned? It took a while but eventually he fell into the comforting arms of dreamless sleep.
((I'll timeskip to the next morning unless anyone has anything they want to roleplay until then))
(( I've no objections to a Timeskip. I must say that it's becoming, ah, troublesome with every comment I make being replied with a question to my maturity. ))
[Andrea]
"Illusion Barrier: Create." I started, ensuring my voice was at a low whisper as to not allow others to hear. "Condition: I am the only one who may enter. Rule: If I do not exit by the time the sun is fully risen, I will lose my life. Detail: The Illusion Barrier will automatically deconstruct one hour before dawn; It will only be daylight inside the Barrier; Class-C Magical Beasts will generate within the Illusion Barrier; Random Terrain." While there were many details, this tier of an Illusion Barrier wouldn't cost too much of a fee to create. When I finally entered the magical dimension, I witnessed a broad field, one that seemed to go on forever. There was a synthetic sun high in the sky, illuminating the plains. What I was interested in was the monsters that spawned from the dimension.
I recognized a few species, like the Korean Pale Giants. They were anywhere from fifteen feet to fifteen yards tall, each one carrying a monstrous wooden hammer. Blind Dragons flew around aimlessly, but I knew how sharpened their senses were. By giving up their sense of sight, those winged jerks had an intensely hot breath, but they couldn't aim very well. There were plenty of monsters I didn't recognize, but that just meant I had the chance to practice on them. My first target would be some sort of flying creature that kind of looked like a cross between a pterodactyl and a parakeet.
Summoning several yards of chains, I controlled the length of metal rope and moved it toward my target, then willed it to wrap around the creature. A green gas was released from it's mouth, but I felt safe from so far away. Now was the fun part. By covering my chains in aura, I ignited the energy and began burning the monster alive. If I didn't know that it was fully capable of killing me with ease, I'd almost feel bad. Dark smoke and the sound of burning hide filled the air around the beast, and this was followed by roaring in pain. I figured, at least at first, that this was it trying to mutter it's last cries, but little did I know it was a plea for it's comrades to help it. At least a dozen similar birds flew in from different directions, a sight that would likely terrify any other adventurer, but this was simply training and I could destroy the Illusion Barrier early if things got hairy.
"More want to play? Fine, I need to see how far my capacity'll stretch." I muttered, getting ready an old technique I could never pull off. My training would continue until morning.
(( And now you know how I feel. If you don't want me to question your maturity, don't make dumb, baseless assumptions like me calling you a 'villain'. Ironically, that very post also makes me question your maturity. Anyway, that was my last post. I'll leave you all to figure out the rest. It can be left to Nathan or somebody deciding Nate's left, you can ponder it a bit more, I don't particularly mind. Just don't go finding Nate's mangled corpse in a field or something - he's alive and doing science or something, probably. Magic science. Goodbye, friends and otherwise! ))
((Alright then, Nate probably left and is pursuing his research))
The morning sun shone through the window and into Peter's eyes, rousing him from slumber. His eyes opened, staring at the ceiling for a moment as the last bits of sleep fell away. He was in the inn at Pyreton, today was day three of their attempt to stop the prediction. The weather was fine, but a little cloudier than Peter would have liked. He sat up, staring out of the window in the room at the view. There were some trees and some sleepy looking houses. It was quite serene, he would have been happy just to sit there but there were things to do that day. An apocalypse to stop and a mysterious meeting. He sighed as he stood up.
A few minutes later Peter had cleaned himself up and had started making his way downstairs. Were the man and the woman who were running the inn the friends that Nathan had said that owned the inn? Probably. It was nice of them to let the group stay. Peter checked his watch, remembering that the woman had said that breakfast was going to be served at half past eight.
When Peter arrived downstairs he walked into the dining room. He was hoping to get some breakfast. As soon as he entered the man appeared from the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen, probably having heard him coming down the stairs.
"Good morning" he said cheerily
"Good morning" Peter said drowsily
"Breakfast will be served in a few minutes" he said before disappearing back into the kitchen.
Peter sat down at the dining table, his tired mind still wondering about the plan that Nathan had waiting for them. It was probably important. Peter could only wait for it to happen.
((Well, you actually were for a little. Then I got annoyed at meta gaming. I probably have a looser definition of "envy" than you. Probably admire would be a better term.))
Ethan walks over to the central fountain and scoops up some water. However, when he got back, Andrea was already awake and had quickly left for the inn. Oh, well, alright. He let the water spill down through his fingers onto the pavement. Luckily, he had some spare food left in his bag, so he could deal with not getting breakfast earlier. He sighed a little and walked into the inn.
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(( Okay, rant number two. Apparently, Power Gaming is all the rage with this thread. Not once did I specifically say Andrea went to the inn, nor did I imply this action. Heck, I never even said she got up from the bench! This isn't the first time this has happen, nor do I expect it to be the last unless people reform themselves. What I'm saying is my character is my character. Until the day comes where I can grab my little puppet threads and control yours, you cannot control mine. I know rules are a bit more lax on this thread, but that does not mean anybody has the right to PowerGame. This issue needs to be fixed or else it'll be impossible to stay.
I don't know if you noticed, but this rant is aimed specifically toward Gamelord. Don't think I am yelling at you, Talist. In all likeliness, you read Gamelord's post and made your assumption from there. ))
((Sorry, I didn't even know that there was powergaming going on. Thank you for bringing that to my attention. While there will not be any consequences now, I ask that this be resolved peacefully so that this roleplay isn't ruined by an argument. After all it might just be a simple mistake, one can get the impression that Andrea was going to the inn from your post Ninja))
Peter turned to Andrea when she spoke. She had awoken from unconsciousness which was something of a relief. But that was not the end of Peter's worry about Andrea, she had passed out and, although it seemed to Peter that she was not in pain, she might still be hurt. Even if she was a good night's sleep might do her a world of good. It would at least help with any fatigue that came about from Aaron's training. He noticed Ethan walk into the inn, he planned to do the same soon.
"It is good to see you awake" Peter said, unsure about Andrea's health, "Are you alright Andrea? Can you walk? You should probably get some sleep, everyone needs to be in good health if we are to stop the end of the world."
As he said these words someone exited the inn. They were of average height and had a thin build. It was a woman who appeared in her mid-thirties. Her brown hair was tied up in a tight, but slightly messy bun, and she wore a light brown shirt and a grey skirt that reached to her ankles. She cleared her throat to attract the attention of the group before speaking in a clear, but soft, voice.
"You must be the adventurers Nathan was talking about, your rooms are ready and breakfast is at eight thirty" she said with a warm smile, there was a short pause before she continued, "Come inside before you catch a cold, dinner will be served soon."
The idea of a warm bed for the night and a hot meal was music to Peter's ears. Being stuck in the corrupted forest had made him miss lunch so he was quite hungry. But before he could go inside he wanted to make sure Andrea was alright. She had only just woken up after being unconscious. So he waited for her to respond.
Inside the inn was warm and cozy. There was a large wooden desk that divided the room, behind the desk was a young man with dark brown hair wearing a long sleeve, collared, white shirt and brown trousers with dark blue suspenders over his shoulders. In front of him was a large book filled with the names of people who were going to stay in the inn. Behind him were shelves and a board covered in hooks holding keys. Also on the desk was a telephone and a lamp with a beige lampshade. There was a fireplace in the left wall and a window next to the front door. A comfy looking armchair sat in the corner between the right wall and the front wall. The room was lit by a small chandelier that hung from the ceiling and next to the desk was a set of stairs that curved so that the top was next to the back wall and over the shelves.
(( You're very good ranting. Yes, you can make that huge rant rather than getting up off that bench in response to just one easily edited line. But if you insist on this nonsense, allow the accused to present his case. Apparently it wasn't implied. Of course it was implied, dang it. Andrea said the meeting was adjourned. You know what that big word means, yes? Well unless you're power gaming too, Andrea was the one doing the ajourning. And when you adjourn a meeting, you don't sit and wait for somebody else to contribute their points in said meeting. Then she said goodnight. Now I don't know about you folk, but when I say goodnight, its either in response to somebody else's goodnight, or I am noting that I myself am going to bed. The former never happened, so it is most likely the latter. So if she wasn't going to the inn, what was she doing? Sleeping on the bench? It was an assumption, but a small one that was in fact strongly implied. Maybe I shouldnt have done it, but it really isn't worth a rant.
However, if you insist on me stopping this, I plead that you do the same. However you'd like to deny it, you've also done plenty of dumb things in this roleplay. Now, they've only been minor so I haven't brought them up, I prefer roleplaying. But if you are so insistent on ranting every other post directly at me and disrupting this whole roleplay, I must do the same and put you in your place, I think. So, apparently you have to power to decide exactly how magic works. That's not a problem to some degree. But when you change what somebody else has established so your character can correct them, that's pretty dumb. You're deciding that my character is wrong, which is plain wrong considering no conflicting information was ever established.
Exhibit B now, I suppose. Somehow, you get to decide Nates past. You get to decide if he has seen 'the horrors of the world'. Nobody, not even you OOCly, had the knowledge to determine these things, and so you're literally choosing Nates characteristics and deciding that he is 'innocent' and 'untainted'. Now, I suppose I'm resting my case here. If you insist on further poisoning this roleplay with out of character rants against me rather than actually contributing and explaining what the heck your character is doing, then I really have no reason to participate at all. Its not fun for anybody to listen to this. You're then one so insistent on me PMing you about your goofups, don't be a hypocrite and do the same. Of course, I've left myself under no such obligation, and will gladly tell the queen of roleplaying here that she is wrong. Yes, I'm being harsh here. I've been trying to be polite this whole dang time, only bringing things up when they seriously alarm me, but now I've had it. Now you're lecturing me every other post, even when you yourself said this childishness would be much more appropriate in a private message. Now I'm tired of this nonsense, and am here to tell you with this last post that your attitude is tiring me. Thus far you've simply managed to complain at me, simply to be disproven and forced to apologis. Now tell me, will you do the same here or include a witty Mr. Cloud comment instead of addressing the issue at hand?))
(( I decided, just now, that I would take the liberty to truly read through your argument and analyze it bit by bit. However, in respect of the other players, I will keep this strictly to spoilers. ))
"Apparently it wasn't implied. Of course it was, dang it." What we have here is a Class-A word twist. In Roleplaying, you can interpret small actions as you wish, but there is no reason to think of nothing as a distinct action. If I were to say, for example, {"I am going to get a drink." Bob says, turning and running to get a drink.}, then you could completely act upon this. If it was only {"I'm going to get a drink." Bob said.} then you cannot.
"So apparently you have to power to decide exactly how magic works. That's not a problem to some degree. But when you change what somebody else has established so your character can correct them, that's pretty dumb." I have little to say about this, since I have a single piece of evidence that can defend me. Remind me, who was it that decided how magic would work for the vast majority? Who decided to come up with a Roleplay changing mechanic that was not, to the awareness of the public, approved by Willow? Exactly. It is not at all in your authority to create such a thing, so it is also not unbelievable that other people can edit this. Was it simply to correct Nate? No, it was simply for the sake of moving on.
"Somehow, you get to decide Nate's past. You get to see if he has seen the 'horrors of the world'." This one requires Real-Life evidence. Have you ever heard someone say 'Stay in school, kid?' Does the advisor know if you are in school? Would you argue that they are able to control your past? As evidenced by Aaron's application, his life has been one in darkness. His mother died, he's part of a serious gang, heck, he's involved in the slave trade!
"Thus far you've simply managed to complain at me, only to be disproven, and forced to apologis." Have I complained? Yes. Have I been disproven? Not once. The reason I have brought forth question to your ability to Roleplay is because there have been issues that have ceased to stop. When I said "Sorry", do you honestly think I was apologizing? You had caused an issue, clarified why you were causing an issue, and I did the respectful thing to end the conversation. We've seen your ability to drag on an argument, both in and out of character.
Tell me now, was my accusation accurate? Did you PowerGame? Yes. Are you currently being obnoxious? Also correct. When you are able to muster a decent argument, hit Ctrl-A and Delete because nobody wants to here it. This fuss is over with. I won't feed your needs any longer, so this is where I must end. I am fully sorry to the mature Roleplayers of the community who's time I've wasted, and I can only offer the sincerest of apologies to those who have read my oppositions half-witted argument.
(( And your decision to completely invent an entire branch of magic and decide a select group who could practice it was not a 'roleplay changing mechanic?'. No, it was. Especially seeing as one of its super duper functions was pretty much the basis of Nate's entire magic. No matter how you have tried to thus far justify creating contradictory lore, it really doesn't help anybody. Somehow, creating a distinction between people who a born with magic, who have already become quite apparent in the roleplay as real things, Rocky being a primary example, and those who aren't, Nate of course being that one. I made a distinction which was very much present whether you or Willow liked it or not, because the very existence of these characters demands it. That would of course carry certain obvious assets and flaws. Nothing I said was so out there. Your "Well you did it so I can do it" argument is really quite childish, if I must admit, and it's not really the same thing. Willow had no objections to my lore, and no objections to yours. So lets not object to each others lest we face being called out on it by the other, yes? Thank you.
Your slave trade is one I still struggle to find an explanation of, and Aaron's past is totally irrelevant. I'm not sure you thought this argument through, to be perfectly honest, because the way the situation was described made it seem far from some sort of far fetched assumption or witty comment. There was no 'innocence' in Nate's voice. He isn't a total child, you can't be one to actually make the decision of his emotions. Your first person writing gives a very different insight into your characters' heads. Aaron believed what he said, and he had no reason to believe that. None at all, none that I had given, therefore you really didn't have the right to include the comment at all. Even if Aaron did somehow mistake it, there was no way he could have because I gave him no place to believe any such thing, and as he quite obviously saw it genuinely, there is really no argument here.
The last major point is an easy one, because your response was so outrageously poor. Somehow if you complain at me, I clarify, and you end it, you're being 'respectful' with fake gratitude. I mean... What? Anyway, if you so badly 'don't care' and want to move on, stop replying to me. There's no gun being pointed at you, no need to 'feed me' as you say. To be fair, I'm quite tired of being questioned every time I post.
Yes, I've made mistakes. They've been minor, and easily edited. Have you made mistakes? I'm sure you'd try to argue otherwise, but you have. The problem isn't that I've made mistakes, at least not to me, its that you've dedicated whole rants insulting myself and my ability to roleplay on the pretense that you didn't like one line I wrote. And while I'm sure my arguments must be the most half-witted walls of text to ever plague the internet that you've ever read, the whole point of this is that I'm tired of you, roleplay guru, pushing me around with your rants over small things.
I mean, was it really worth it? Are you satisfied that you got to proudly throw in rant #2 and cause this whole argument, just becuase you didn't like one line? Could you not simply ask me to try not to? Honestly, it was an implied action. Does that mean I should have jumped the gun? No, of course not. I'm not arguing with you on that. But you're consistently ranting over these small things, that's my problem and that's the only thing you'll ever be defending by arguing with me. This never had to happen, but you had to cause an unneeded fuss. Well I'm tired of dealing with this now.
I have enjoyed this roleplay on the whole, but I'm done now. The story really isn't worth being insulted by roleplay guru over here. Sure, I make mistakes. And I can fix them, but people need to be polite. Well that's it now, I'm finished with this. And yes, ninjaboss. I'm sure this is amazing and you're so glad I'm not plaguing the roleplay with my presence any more. But I don't care. I don't need to hear from you again. Actually follow your own advice, just once, and shut up ranting and get on with your dang roleplay. Enjoy it, all of you. Even ninjaboss :/ ))
... Well... there goes another RP... A pity... I never got to explain Cryeon's magic... Please don't leave... That's going to leave only 3 players.
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
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Then there's also a Youtube channel I'm somewhat involved in.
((I'm sorry but Gamelord did message me saying that he had left the roleplay. It can still continue but the numbers are getting a bit low))
((I will gladly find an IC excuse for it if you choose to continue. If not, we can always start fresh elsewhere, but I'm obviously going to be setting limits on who I'm willing to interact with. You don't need an explanation there.))
((Whether or not we continue depends on if someone posts IC. I think that this roleplay did go pretty well, whether or not it is dying now))
((Alright, here's something I had in backup for a while...))
Ethan went into the inn and picked out the dining table ((which I'm assuming exist. How meta gamey of me...)) closest to him, which happened to be by a window. Out of it, he could see the fading light slowly cloaking the once friendly town in shadow. He placed his bag on one of the chairs and then slumped into one next to it before leaning back far enough to lift the legs off the floor and giving out a deep sigh. There wasn't too much to do but wait for dinner and thank the staff.
The jumbling of the bag woke Cryeon up. She woke with a start and thanked the spirit of magic. She wasn't exactly having the best of dreams. She poked her head out of the bag and looked around. From what she could see, she was on a chair by a table in some stuffy building, probably the next inn they would be spending the night at. But that meant she'd have to go back to sleep soon because she couldn't handle another sleepless night. Looking around again, she could see a few people she didn't recognize and Andrea out through the window. She jumped out onto the table. She was getting rather hungry, so she should ask Ethan if she could have some of that rabbit in the bag. Something about this place gave her the creeps though. It was too... dark and it didn't seem to be in good shape. Huh? Someone usually comments on her now. She turned around to see that the person she didn't know had left. That was quick... where did he go? Wait... something's wrong... Where's Ethan? Where's anyone for that matter? The place was suddenly very, very dead and silent. She suddenly grew very, very afraid and jumped onto the window sill and tried to break it, but the glass was too strong. Cryeon slowly turned around to see a small spark fling itself out of the fireplace and catch on the floor, quickly taking hold on the dry planks and turning the entire place into an inferno. And then, she died. Then, she woke up.
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
All my maps, click here.
Then there's also a Youtube channel I'm somewhat involved in.
((I'll continue until the moment I know Nate will leave. Ninjaboss hasn't posted for a bit, and I might carry on if he/she has quit for whatever reason and will stop irritating me. Also, am I correct in assuming that the place that Cryeon is is somehow different to the actual inn, Ethan still there and Nate able to walk in without dying? If not, I'll edit this out, I just want to get some roleplay in here so I can move Nate's leave along if I need to))
Nate opened the door to the inn. It was a small, cosy, and awfully warm place. There was a counter in the middle, and to the left was a dining table next to a window, with an old fireplace burning there. How typical, he thought. He had to sit by the fire in an already quite warm inn. But he wasn't too fussy anyway. He sat down at the table opposite Ethan and waited for somebody else to speak.
(( Making me into the villain here, eh? I'll gladly take that as a compliment. Villains always have the best stories. ))
[Andrea]
Contrary to popular opinion, I did not immediately head toward the Inn. Instead, I sat up from the park bench where I had laid my head and started in the direction of the forest, where I assumed Aaron had returned to. The traces of aura was definitely a good clue to add to my theory, though. The guy looked just a few years older than me, but I had an itching sensation that his training was far more helpful to his skill set than mine was to my chain conjugation ability. I kept staring into the dark woods for a little bit.
With the reminiscing of that short time together over, I strolled calmly toward the inn. A stewardess tried to point me in the direction of where food would be provided, but I had no appetite. Instead, I asked where my room was and immediately followed her instructions. Before closing the door, I slipped a door tag onto the handle that said Do Not Disturb. The room I would spend the night in was a simply made dorm, with a comfy looking bed and a shelf probably made of oak. The decor was just as basic, but all in all, it was better than previous establishments.
((Nope. Please don't put words into my mouth, as you so love. Me not liking you does not equal you being a villain. Please come back once you've grown up))
((to make sure we're absolutely clear, my second paragraph was describing a dream, as evidenced when I said, "Then, she woke up," at the end. The entire place did not randomly light on fire in the "real" world.))
Ethan turned to watch Andrea walk up the stairs, unless the rooms are on the ground floor in which case he watched her ignore the stairs and go to those instead.
"You sure you don't want som- ... well, good bye." (hooray for editors deleting colors, yay...)
Turning back around, Ethan started to tap his fingers on the table. He wasn't sure what to say, so said nothing. He could feel that Cryeon was starting to stir, but wasn't fully awake yet. It would probably be best for her to just sleep through the night. After a few more moments of awkward silence, Ethan asked Nate,
"Um... so... are you alright? And I don't mean just physically. I didn't ask you before, but are you? After you know, the magic overload or whatever happened."
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
All my maps, click here.
Then there's also a Youtube channel I'm somewhat involved in.
((I'm loving how this roleplay is starting to break the fourth wall now with clarification. Its weird.))
Nate had gotten himself a cup of coffee, and was simply staring into the liquid. He stayed like that for a few moments until he realised he was being spoken to. "Oh? Um, well, yes, I'm fine, I suppose. The effects are rarely long-term." he took a sip of the coffee, staring into Ethan's eyes a little awkwardly, as if to say 'Yes, I'm paying attention. Not that I want to'. He quickly finished the last of it, and stood up. "You know, I really don't think I should stick around. I need to... Sleep, I suppose." Nate had no appetite, and so followed suit and headed for his room. He shut the door and locked it, and lay on his bed for a moment. A thousand thoughts were whirling through his head, and he wasn't sure what to do with them. How to piece them together and solve a puzzle that had troubled him since he had met the others on his journey.
Nate tried to brush it off for a moment by applying his thoughts to something else. Progress. That was a fair thing to spend his time making. He went into his bag and pulled out a small book. It wasn't large, but it was thick. Nate treasured this book more than pretty much anything. It was immaculate - bound in leather. All of the letters had been carefully handwritten with a certain ink that Nate thought looked pretty nice. Like some sort of ancient tome, which Nate thought was pretty neat. Not that he cared for any of that. Not that he'd tell anybody he cared for any of that, at least. Nate picked up a stone from his bag; it was very smooth, and fit well in his hand. He took his chisel and hammer and quietly created the rune. He thought he had an idea now. He thought he could focus it now and make it work. In the stone, Nate engraved a rune named cen, meaning torch. He did it carefully - the more accurate the rune, the better the seal.
Then, he held his right palm out. He focused himself, and a white-purple glow began to formed, twirling around like a tangled ribbon, perfectly delicate. He focused himself more, not thinking about anything else if he could get away. And it soon happened. The energy took a more solid shape. It soon came together into more of an orb, and soon, a more crystalline shape. Nate could hardly look at it without hurting his eyes, but it wasn't a large light. It was peaceful, and gently hummed as it hovered above his hand. Nate picked up the rune in his left hand, and thrust his right hand into the runic symbol. He turned the hand to lock it tight, and let go, the rune getting hot. The shape engraved in the stone glowed bright orange, and slowly dimmed until the process was complete.
Nate opened his book to a new page and began to write. His rune had been successfully crafted - a work of art, almost. He didn't even have to test it to know that he had done it. And he'd been the first. That was it. He'd been working on that particular design for a while. He took his pen and titled the page 'Flametongue', accompanying the picture with a diagram and description. Satisfied, he left the book and lay on his bed. He had another book in his hand now, and another thought playing on his mind. Why was he there? Nathan seemed intent on spilling at least some of the beans tommorow, at the plaza, but was that enough? Nate couldn't see the justification, not yet, but maybe he would soon? Nobody could be sure. Nate opened up the book - a diary, and began to write.
"I've been away for a couple of days now and I can't say I'm sure of what to do. Nathan, the psychic, refuses to tell me why I was brought here, at least not yet, apart from the fact that we're apparently going to stop the prediction from happening. We're staying in Pyreton, an old town up north. It's nice, but not my ideal setting.
Nathan is certainly intelligent, I do respect him somewhat, but I feel his master plan is going to end up a little unrealistic. If a man cannot share information with his allies, what hope does he have of working together with those allies? He has yet to appear in person, and speaks in riddles, almost, unwilling to spare us any information. I don't trust him, nor do I trust many of the others. If the prediction is to be stopped, they may stop it. I may stop it. There is a them and there is an I, but there is no we. There will never be a we, I do not work in teams.
For this reason I regret to admit that this may be the end. I did come to enjoy the company of some of the people that Nathan gathered, but I cannot work with them. They are hotheaded, impulsive, and I cannot see eye to eye with them. I cannot speak to them and understand how they feel or why they do what they do. And they are the same around me. I think I can help to stop the prediction. However, I am unsure if I can continue and try to do so as a part of this group. No, I think I must do research. I must learn more. Nathan is a psychic, but he does not know everything. There are things he hasn't seen.
Things that I saw in that forest."
Peter entered the warmth of the inn, only just now realising how tired he was. It had been quite a day, fighting corrupted trees and meeting Aaron. The mysterious event that Nathan had planned still nagged at the back of his mind. He wanted to know what was going to happen, but he doubted that he would convince the psychic to reveal more than he thought was necessary. Whatever was happening tomorrow Peter would just have to wait and see.
The sound of his stomach rumbling brought Peter's attention back to the present. The woman had said that they were going to be serving dinner soon. Peter was hungry, after a quick glance around the main room of the inn he found the door to the dining room. This room was just as warm as the main room and already contained Ethan. Peter entered it just as Nate left and sat down next to Ethan. It wasn't long before the food arrived, the man from behind the counter appeared in the doorway to the kitchen and walked into the diining room. He placed two plates of food in front of Peter and Ethan before disappearing through the doorway to the kitchen. The plate had some roasted vegetables, a bread roll with some butter and some roast meat.
Peter didn't waste much time before beginning to eat. He hadn't eaten since that morning so naturally he was quite hungry. The food was good and hot. Peter ate silently, he wasn't really in the mood to talk. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the next morning, what did Nathan had planned? Peter wanted to know. He was so preoccupied with these thoughts that he barely noticed that he had eaten all his food. Peter stood up, took his plate to the kitchen and walked up the stairs to his room.
It was plain but comforting and warm. Peter was exhausted, he fell onto the bed. He stared at the ceiling, at the single light bulb that hung from it. He wanted to sleep but his mind was still curious. What did Nathan know? What did he have planned? It took a while but eventually he fell into the comforting arms of dreamless sleep.
((I'll timeskip to the next morning unless anyone has anything they want to roleplay until then))
(( I've no objections to a Timeskip. I must say that it's becoming, ah, troublesome with every comment I make being replied with a question to my maturity. ))
[Andrea]
"Illusion Barrier: Create." I started, ensuring my voice was at a low whisper as to not allow others to hear. "Condition: I am the only one who may enter. Rule: If I do not exit by the time the sun is fully risen, I will lose my life. Detail: The Illusion Barrier will automatically deconstruct one hour before dawn; It will only be daylight inside the Barrier; Class-C Magical Beasts will generate within the Illusion Barrier; Random Terrain." While there were many details, this tier of an Illusion Barrier wouldn't cost too much of a fee to create. When I finally entered the magical dimension, I witnessed a broad field, one that seemed to go on forever. There was a synthetic sun high in the sky, illuminating the plains. What I was interested in was the monsters that spawned from the dimension.
I recognized a few species, like the Korean Pale Giants. They were anywhere from fifteen feet to fifteen yards tall, each one carrying a monstrous wooden hammer. Blind Dragons flew around aimlessly, but I knew how sharpened their senses were. By giving up their sense of sight, those winged jerks had an intensely hot breath, but they couldn't aim very well. There were plenty of monsters I didn't recognize, but that just meant I had the chance to practice on them. My first target would be some sort of flying creature that kind of looked like a cross between a pterodactyl and a parakeet.
Summoning several yards of chains, I controlled the length of metal rope and moved it toward my target, then willed it to wrap around the creature. A green gas was released from it's mouth, but I felt safe from so far away. Now was the fun part. By covering my chains in aura, I ignited the energy and began burning the monster alive. If I didn't know that it was fully capable of killing me with ease, I'd almost feel bad. Dark smoke and the sound of burning hide filled the air around the beast, and this was followed by roaring in pain. I figured, at least at first, that this was it trying to mutter it's last cries, but little did I know it was a plea for it's comrades to help it. At least a dozen similar birds flew in from different directions, a sight that would likely terrify any other adventurer, but this was simply training and I could destroy the Illusion Barrier early if things got hairy.
"More want to play? Fine, I need to see how far my capacity'll stretch." I muttered, getting ready an old technique I could never pull off. My training would continue until morning.
(( And now you know how I feel. If you don't want me to question your maturity, don't make dumb, baseless assumptions like me calling you a 'villain'. Ironically, that very post also makes me question your maturity. Anyway, that was my last post. I'll leave you all to figure out the rest. It can be left to Nathan or somebody deciding Nate's left, you can ponder it a bit more, I don't particularly mind. Just don't go finding Nate's mangled corpse in a field or something - he's alive and doing science or something, probably. Magic science. Goodbye, friends and otherwise! ))
((Alright then, Nate probably left and is pursuing his research))
The morning sun shone through the window and into Peter's eyes, rousing him from slumber. His eyes opened, staring at the ceiling for a moment as the last bits of sleep fell away. He was in the inn at Pyreton, today was day three of their attempt to stop the prediction. The weather was fine, but a little cloudier than Peter would have liked. He sat up, staring out of the window in the room at the view. There were some trees and some sleepy looking houses. It was quite serene, he would have been happy just to sit there but there were things to do that day. An apocalypse to stop and a mysterious meeting. He sighed as he stood up.
A few minutes later Peter had cleaned himself up and had started making his way downstairs. Were the man and the woman who were running the inn the friends that Nathan had said that owned the inn? Probably. It was nice of them to let the group stay. Peter checked his watch, remembering that the woman had said that breakfast was going to be served at half past eight.
When Peter arrived downstairs he walked into the dining room. He was hoping to get some breakfast. As soon as he entered the man appeared from the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen, probably having heard him coming down the stairs.
"Good morning" he said cheerily
"Good morning" Peter said drowsily
"Breakfast will be served in a few minutes" he said before disappearing back into the kitchen.
Peter sat down at the dining table, his tired mind still wondering about the plan that Nathan had waiting for them. It was probably important. Peter could only wait for it to happen.