Nora nodded, holding Jel at arms' length. "Yeah, you get used to it as you teleport more. I probably should have warned you... It made me queasy my first time. How are you feeling?" She kept walking towards Teft, going at a leisurely pace to regain her energy.
"Ah...Well, I can sympathize with your first teleportation, then. I'm a little bit sick, but better, now." Jel glanced at Teft again. "We're a lot closer now, aren't we?"
"Yeah," Nora replied with a smile. "And with plenty of time to go. I should be okay to teleport again in about ten minutes if you're feeling back to 100% by then. We'll definitely make Teft by sundown..." She was thoughtful for a moment. "You know, normally, I like to sightsee as I travel, but the desert doesn't offer much variety."
Jel gave a gelatinous facsimile of a nod. "I'll probably be ready, I wouldn't want to waste any time." She looked around at the desert landscape, plain and dry. The only interesting thing for miles was the village. "I agree. I hate the desert. It's hot, and tiring, and its wind hurts, and the ground sticks to me, and it's just plain boring. I'll be happy to leave it soon."
Grievous came to a realization that came to him so suddenly, it might as well have blown him away in a literal sense.
"I see... so your master died, presumably, and all you've been doing is focusing on him and the past. At the same time, I have been focused on the present and the future. With such in mind, It seems that we may be able to educate each other in what has happened."
A picture was becoming more clear in his head now. A dark figure... He had much power that rivaled his own that had been forgotten for a long time. He had faded like sand, and forgotten like dirt thrown into lava...
The spider listened to Grievous carefully, intrigued by the prospects of his offer. A partnership, huh? Even as he thought through it now though, it amazed him slightly that he was currently talking to another person. He hadn't interacted with other mobs for a very long time. Well, peacefully anyways. The last true companion he had was Sentinel, and even he abandoned him, thinking that fulfilling Nightmare's promise was but a pie in the sky. Left me alone to rot... I'll show him... I'll show them all... Pulling himself out of his small daydream, he sighed and then got back to the conversation.
"It'd be beneficial if we cooperate, right? Together, we could do things we couldn't do alone...", Twitch was about to talk more, but realised that maybe this wasn't the best place to discuss evil plans. Smiling again, he then decided to ask a question, walking slightly more towards the village to watch the buildings and villagers.
"If I might ask, what brought you to this village, Grievous?"
Rust
He now approached the group of mobs in the desert, continuing to walk forwards without truly stopping to talk to them. At this point, Rust didn't really have a desire for conversing with others, and really just wanted to get to the village as fast as possible. It reeked of suspicion, and these days suspicion was a highly useful indicator of danger. Steve's empire was alarming, and following his gut was possibly one of the main factors which had kept him alive all this time. Only glancing towards the gang to notice that they were now but two endermen and a purple... block creature, he made his way past them, adjusting his brown weathered scarf as he trudged onwards.
Grievous raised a questioning glance toward the village. He actually had no idea, he has just wandered aimlessly. He was just standing outside with a flyer in one hand and multiple questions. So, he told the spider;
"I was moving about. I had nowhere to go, and I was just traveling around with no real goal. I saw this paper on one of these cacti, and I was reading it until I was startled."
Meanwhile, Grievous's mind was beginning to re-shape. Nightmare... he remembered that name. That was the name of the figure, or at least he thought it was. Perhaps he was trapped in the void... the eternal hell that monsters go to when they truly die.
No... he thought with a burning passion. Nobody would dare travel there. Not even his former master, if Grievous was thinking of the right one.
By the time Ayva realized it, she was walking down a street in Teft. She stood head and shoulders taller than anyone else, and her purple-and-black clothing stood out starkly from the flowing light-coloured robes of the villagers. Said villagers stopped and looked curiously at her. They had deeply tanned skin from hour after hour of bright sunlight beating down on them and coffee-brown eyes set under their grumpy uni-brows. Ayva touched a paw-hand to her mouth shyly, but resisted the urge to run or teleport away. After all, here she was; there was no going back now. She resumed trotting along, keeping her head down and avoiding eye contact with anyone. In the peripherals of her vision, she glanced round to see if any other mobs were here.
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Insulting people for their beliefs is not a good way of convincing them to adopt yours.
Fiction is just a game of make-believe recorded on paper or film. But that's what makes it so great.
((Even though I already have John Doe under my belt, I decided to bring back an oldie.))
Name: Stephen Vincent Stone Mob: Iron Golem Bio: Stephen is an autonomous, un-piloted iron golem prototype built countless years ago by villager engineers. He has an extremely limited memory, however, and can barely remember any occurrence between then and now. Stephen has a tendency to carry the various items he has found over the years within the nooks and crannies of his body. In his right shoulder is a collection of potions, in his left shoulder he carries an iron sword, cracked in half. and within his inner circuits is a skull and a hefty tome. Appearance: Stephen is a mess of an iron golem to say the least. Stephen, for one, only appears to be iron; beneath his metal exterior, Stephen is visibly made of cobblestone. Stephen also has huge, broad shoulders, both of which are covered with a large, tattered blanket. Personality: Stephen is a bumbling fool with a heart of gold, often providing an innocent voice of reason. He will only occasionally use violence, but only when justified by panic and fear, he carries a sword for a reason after all. Other: Because Stephen is made from very little organic matter, he is capable of surviving long periods of time without food, water, air, or even cheeto puffs.
((What's a paillon? Google's definition and wikipedia left me clueless :/ ))
When the Enderwoman left with the slime, Snatch the enderman decided that his presence would just make things awkward, so he just quietly slipped away, (teleported) a bit towards the village and a bit right of the other enderwoman. She didn't really notice them and just kept walking to the village (as seen in her last post).
Snitch saw some sort of tall, squarish structures off in the distance, so he looked to Snatch and asked, "Can we go there?" and nodded his head towards Teft, "It looks interesting..." Snatch saw the buildings off in the distance, and told the shulker, "Sure. It looks a bit far away though. It'll take a few jumps to get there. Brace yourself."
Snatch then started teleporting towards what he didn't realise was this "Teft" place the enderwoman spoke of before disappearing with that slime. He soon got too tired to teleport any further so he had to just walk the rest of the distance, albeit a bit slowly due to his mild exhaustion.
((Even though I already have John Doe under my belt, I decided to bring back an oldie.))
Name: Stephen Vincent Stone Mob: Iron Golem Bio: Stephen is an autonomous, un-piloted iron golem prototype built countless years ago by villager engineers. He has an extremely limited memory, however, and can barely remember any occurrence between then and now. Stephen has a tendency to carry the various items he has found over the years within the nooks and crannies of his body. In his right shoulder is a collection of potions, in his left shoulder he carries an iron sword, cracked in half. and within his inner circuits is a skull and a hefty tome. Appearance: Stephen is a mess of an iron golem to say the least. Stephen, for one, only appears to be iron; beneath his metal exterior, Stephen is visibly made of cobblestone. Stephen also has huge, broad shoulders, both of which are covered with a large, tattered blanket. Personality: Stephen is a bumbling fool with a heart of gold, often providing an innocent voice of reason. He will only occasionally use violence, but only when justified by panic and fear, he carries a sword for a reason after all. Other: Because Stephen is made from very little organic matter, he is capable of surviving long periods of time without food, water, air, or even cheeto puffs.
((I'll just let myself in, then...))
((Also, take this brief description for Teft, since the previous post spontaneously vanished. --GMSloop))
The village of Teft was much bigger than most other desert villages, with building standing several stories high and spanning several acres across. Large, wooden pavilions were scattered across the town, each with a streaming smorgasbord of food on the tables inside. Mobs trickled onto the streets from each side of the village, gradually adding chatter to the otherwise silent village.
((Also, pavilions are those walk-in structures in parks with the picnic tables underneath. These in particular have prepared food on top.))
After a brief walking spell, Nora told Jel that she would teleport them again. This time, she made it just outside the gates of Teft, which stood open. The sun sat low in the sky, but the torchlights shone on the streets of Teft, casting a warm glow on the sandstone structures of the village. Nora set Jel down on the ground next to her, and looked around. She spotted one of the food-laden pavilions, and almost as if on cue, her stomach growled loudly. Endermen didn't need to eat a lot, but it had been about a day and a half since her last meal. "I don't know about you, Jel, but I could certainly use some food." She pointed to the closest pavilion. "Want to make our way over there?"
((And with that, I'm off to work. See you all tonight. -GameMaster Ninty))
Jel braced herself again for the teleportation and found it better the second time. Her eyes widened at all of the creatures and, particularly, all of the food. Jel wasn't even sure when the last time she'd had a substantial meal was. Just the smells of the food was enough to make her wobble. "Oh, good gracious," she muttered, "Yes, yes please. I may be small but I'm going to destroy that whole table." She hopped in that direction.
Ayva passed by a cluster of wooden pavilions. The smell of cooking food wafted past. Her stomach rumbled, and she remembered just how hungry she was. With a little teleport, she landed inside a pavilion, next to a plate of carrots. She scooped one up and munched on it as she trotted along. She didn't get far before she ran into the enderwoman and slime from before.
"Well. Long time no see."
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Insulting people for their beliefs is not a good way of convincing them to adopt yours.
Fiction is just a game of make-believe recorded on paper or film. But that's what makes it so great.
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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Name:Elton Marlowe
Mob:Skeleton
Bio: Elton used to be so familiar with the world he now lives in, but that all changed when he changed. He woke up one day in his fortress with no recollection of past memories, except for his name. He also eventually noticed that he wasn't what he used to be. As he was now a skeleton, he wandered the land in a desperate attempt for an answer, for a clue, for anything. Eventually, he found out that his world was more than just a Minecraft Server some kid in Norway hosts. It went much deeper than that. He had been cursed by his killer, which turned him into a skeleton, from whichever mob he was before. His curse prevented him from burning in sunlight, which was about the only upside that he got from it. Along with some better archery skills, he managed to stumble on a door within a cave that had been sealed away for many in-game years. Desperately awaiting what could ever be inside of here, possibly a clue to his past, he worked harder and harder to open it. When he eventually did open the mysterious door, he found out that it has been a tomb for a very high-class player, possibly an Admin or a Mod. Checking this player's contents, he wondered why he hadn't despawned yet. Usually, this would have happened within 5-10 minutes. As he pondered this subject, he noticed that some stuff was also here. Desperate for gear, he unwillingly took this player's contents and apologized for doing so. He obviously needed it more than he did. After Sealing off the Tomb again, he checked the gear for what he had to work with. Apparently, he currently had a Diamond Sword with Sharpness III, Knockback II, and Fire Aspect I. He also had a Bow which had Power IV, Punch II, Flame I and Infinity I. All the armor pieces had Protection III on them. He wasn't sure about the rest of the enchants though, as they were written in an ancient language he hadn't fully understand. On the Downside, all these items were in fairly lousy condition, either with only about 20-30 Hit Points remaining or downright broken completely. They were all fairly useless right now. Among those items, he also had about a stack of arrows, some Preserved Bread (Which Tasted Terrible) A Couple Diamonds, Some Iron and Lot's of Wood. The most prominent item out of all these though, was a Cyan Cloak with a Golden Border Surrounding the Cape that gracefully falls off the back of the hood. He also had some Items called Cheeto Puffs, but he had no clue what those were. After he equipped his newly acquired gear, he went off in search for more of his past.
Appearance:A Skeleton who is usually wearing a hood, a Cyan Cloak with a Cape in the back and a Gold Border surrounding it. Also is wearing the armor he acquired from his trip down into that abandoned cave. Usually, his sword is holstered to his left Hip, as he is left handed. His Bow is usually located on his back, under his cape.
Personality:Being Mentally stronger than a normal skeleton, he has better reaction times and better strategies for solving problems. He also cannot burn in daylight, even if his cloak if off. He also has Better Acrobatic Abilities than most skeletons. He is fairly stronger in most aspects, except he is very fragile. What I mean is he can't take many blows from a sword or other weapon (including fists). If he does, he won't exactly die, but he will have his skeleton scattered, essentially rendering him immobile. He will also be in a state of unconsciousness until his skeleton is re-assembled.
Other:I gave him the Good Gear to make up for his extreme fragileness. If that makes any sense. I'll also put Cheeto Puffs here because you requested me too.
((And NO ONE Told me LAAM was up? God Dang, at least PM Me .-.))
Name: Elton Marlowe
Mob: Skeleton
Bio: Elton the Skeleton has a very special name, but no matter with that. He was born as a player, but then contracted wither sickness and now his skeleton body is the only thing that remains. He is different from most other skeletons though. He doesn't want to hunt down the player with his mighty bow and arrow, but rather be a peaceful skeleton that would like to make amends. He doesn't burn in the daylight, but he thinks that it just has something to do with the curse that keeps his body from collapsing into a pile of bones. Has been trained to use a sword when needed, but is a master with the bow and arrow. He picked up his infinity bow off of a dead player corpse, which he found much rather unfortunate. His bow is named after the player who owned it, which the name of is "The_Vengeful_Peacemaker." He also likes to wear robes, not because that the sun might turn on him one day, but because he feels that if he let's his bones be exposed for too long that wolves will start to search for his skeleton.
Basically, a nice skeleton that doesn't burn in daylight with an infinity bow named The Vengeful Peacemaker. That is pretty special.
((queso soplo))
((Denied. There is a new set of rules and a new application standard, so you may want to fix your app accordingly. --GMSoplo))
Nora nodded, holding Jel at arms' length. "Yeah, you get used to it as you teleport more. I probably should have warned you... It made me queasy my first time. How are you feeling?" She kept walking towards Teft, going at a leisurely pace to regain her energy.
"Ah...Well, I can sympathize with your first teleportation, then. I'm a little bit sick, but better, now." Jel glanced at Teft again. "We're a lot closer now, aren't we?"
What now?
"Yeah," Nora replied with a smile. "And with plenty of time to go. I should be okay to teleport again in about ten minutes if you're feeling back to 100% by then. We'll definitely make Teft by sundown..." She was thoughtful for a moment. "You know, normally, I like to sightsee as I travel, but the desert doesn't offer much variety."
Jel gave a gelatinous facsimile of a nod. "I'll probably be ready, I wouldn't want to waste any time." She looked around at the desert landscape, plain and dry. The only interesting thing for miles was the village. "I agree. I hate the desert. It's hot, and tiring, and its wind hurts, and the ground sticks to me, and it's just plain boring. I'll be happy to leave it soon."
What now?
Grievous came to a realization that came to him so suddenly, it might as well have blown him away in a literal sense.
"I see... so your master died, presumably, and all you've been doing is focusing on him and the past. At the same time, I have been focused on the present and the future. With such in mind, It seems that we may be able to educate each other in what has happened."
A picture was becoming more clear in his head now. A dark figure... He had much power that rivaled his own that had been forgotten for a long time. He had faded like sand, and forgotten like dirt thrown into lava...
I killed 5 Jedi today. What did you do?
Enter the Void.
Twitch
The spider listened to Grievous carefully, intrigued by the prospects of his offer. A partnership, huh? Even as he thought through it now though, it amazed him slightly that he was currently talking to another person. He hadn't interacted with other mobs for a very long time. Well, peacefully anyways. The last true companion he had was Sentinel, and even he abandoned him, thinking that fulfilling Nightmare's promise was but a pie in the sky. Left me alone to rot... I'll show him... I'll show them all... Pulling himself out of his small daydream, he sighed and then got back to the conversation.
"It'd be beneficial if we cooperate, right? Together, we could do things we couldn't do alone...", Twitch was about to talk more, but realised that maybe this wasn't the best place to discuss evil plans. Smiling again, he then decided to ask a question, walking slightly more towards the village to watch the buildings and villagers.
"If I might ask, what brought you to this village, Grievous?"
Rust
He now approached the group of mobs in the desert, continuing to walk forwards without truly stopping to talk to them. At this point, Rust didn't really have a desire for conversing with others, and really just wanted to get to the village as fast as possible. It reeked of suspicion, and these days suspicion was a highly useful indicator of danger. Steve's empire was alarming, and following his gut was possibly one of the main factors which had kept him alive all this time. Only glancing towards the gang to notice that they were now but two endermen and a purple... block creature, he made his way past them, adjusting his brown weathered scarf as he trudged onwards.
Grievous raised a questioning glance toward the village. He actually had no idea, he has just wandered aimlessly. He was just standing outside with a flyer in one hand and multiple questions. So, he told the spider;
"I was moving about. I had nowhere to go, and I was just traveling around with no real goal. I saw this paper on one of these cacti, and I was reading it until I was startled."
Meanwhile, Grievous's mind was beginning to re-shape. Nightmare... he remembered that name. That was the name of the figure, or at least he thought it was. Perhaps he was trapped in the void... the eternal hell that monsters go to when they truly die.
No... he thought with a burning passion. Nobody would dare travel there. Not even his former master, if Grievous was thinking of the right one.
I killed 5 Jedi today. What did you do?
Enter the Void.
By the time Ayva realized it, she was walking down a street in Teft. She stood head and shoulders taller than anyone else, and her purple-and-black clothing stood out starkly from the flowing light-coloured robes of the villagers. Said villagers stopped and looked curiously at her. They had deeply tanned skin from hour after hour of bright sunlight beating down on them and coffee-brown eyes set under their grumpy uni-brows. Ayva touched a paw-hand to her mouth shyly, but resisted the urge to run or teleport away. After all, here she was; there was no going back now. She resumed trotting along, keeping her head down and avoiding eye contact with anyone. In the peripherals of her vision, she glanced round to see if any other mobs were here.
Insulting people for their beliefs is not a good way of convincing them to adopt yours.
Fiction is just a game of make-believe recorded on paper or film. But that's what makes it so great.
Hipster Jesus liked you before you were cool.
((Even though I already have John Doe under my belt, I decided to bring back an oldie.))
Name: Stephen Vincent Stone
Mob: Iron Golem
Bio: Stephen is an autonomous, un-piloted iron golem prototype built countless years ago by villager engineers. He has an extremely limited memory, however, and can barely remember any occurrence between then and now. Stephen has a tendency to carry the various items he has found over the years within the nooks and crannies of his body. In his right shoulder is a collection of potions, in his left shoulder he carries an iron sword, cracked in half. and within his inner circuits is a skull and a hefty tome.
Appearance: Stephen is a mess of an iron golem to say the least. Stephen, for one, only appears to be iron; beneath his metal exterior, Stephen is visibly made of cobblestone. Stephen also has huge, broad shoulders, both of which are covered with a large, tattered blanket.
Personality: Stephen is a bumbling fool with a heart of gold, often providing an innocent voice of reason. He will only occasionally use violence, but only when justified by panic and fear, he carries a sword for a reason after all.
Other: Because Stephen is made from very little organic matter, he is capable of surviving long periods of time without food, water, air, or even cheeto puffs.
((What's a paillon? Google's definition and wikipedia left me clueless :/ ))
When the Enderwoman left with the slime, Snatch the enderman decided that his presence would just make things awkward, so he just quietly slipped away, (teleported) a bit towards the village and a bit right of the other enderwoman. She didn't really notice them and just kept walking to the village (as seen in her last post).
Snitch saw some sort of tall, squarish structures off in the distance, so he looked to Snatch and asked, "Can we go there?" and nodded his head towards Teft, "It looks interesting..." Snatch saw the buildings off in the distance, and told the shulker, "Sure. It looks a bit far away though. It'll take a few jumps to get there. Brace yourself."
Snatch then started teleporting towards what he didn't realise was this "Teft" place the enderwoman spoke of before disappearing with that slime. He soon got too tired to teleport any further so he had to just walk the rest of the distance, albeit a bit slowly due to his mild exhaustion.
So basically, I'm stupid.
((I'll just let myself in, then...))
((Also, take this brief description for Teft, since the previous post spontaneously vanished. --GMSloop))
The village of Teft was much bigger than most other desert villages, with building standing several stories high and spanning several acres across. Large, wooden pavilions were scattered across the town, each with a streaming smorgasbord of food on the tables inside. Mobs trickled onto the streets from each side of the village, gradually adding chatter to the otherwise silent village.
((Also, pavilions are those walk-in structures in parks with the picnic tables underneath. These in particular have prepared food on top.))
After a brief walking spell, Nora told Jel that she would teleport them again. This time, she made it just outside the gates of Teft, which stood open. The sun sat low in the sky, but the torchlights shone on the streets of Teft, casting a warm glow on the sandstone structures of the village. Nora set Jel down on the ground next to her, and looked around. She spotted one of the food-laden pavilions, and almost as if on cue, her stomach growled loudly. Endermen didn't need to eat a lot, but it had been about a day and a half since her last meal. "I don't know about you, Jel, but I could certainly use some food." She pointed to the closest pavilion. "Want to make our way over there?"
((And with that, I'm off to work. See you all tonight. -GameMaster Ninty))
Jel braced herself again for the teleportation and found it better the second time. Her eyes widened at all of the creatures and, particularly, all of the food. Jel wasn't even sure when the last time she'd had a substantial meal was. Just the smells of the food was enough to make her wobble. "Oh, good gracious," she muttered, "Yes, yes please. I may be small but I'm going to destroy that whole table." She hopped in that direction.
What now?
Ayva passed by a cluster of wooden pavilions. The smell of cooking food wafted past. Her stomach rumbled, and she remembered just how hungry she was. With a little teleport, she landed inside a pavilion, next to a plate of carrots. She scooped one up and munched on it as she trotted along. She didn't get far before she ran into the enderwoman and slime from before.
"Well. Long time no see."
Insulting people for their beliefs is not a good way of convincing them to adopt yours.
Fiction is just a game of make-believe recorded on paper or film. But that's what makes it so great.
Hipster Jesus liked you before you were cool.
((I'll just wait for a bit of in-game time to pass by...))
So basically, I'm stupid.
((That makes two of us.))
-The Lovely and Magestic RainbowGirl
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
Roughly 95% of Minecraft players hate Villagers and would be very happy if they were removed. If you are one of the 5% who actually like villagers, copy this into your signature.-RainbowGirl
The damn image won't work-screw my iPad!-but you should click this link. Now. Or you'll regret it...because this suggestion is epic.
((...Should we do a time-jump?))
Insulting people for their beliefs is not a good way of convincing them to adopt yours.
Fiction is just a game of make-believe recorded on paper or film. But that's what makes it so great.
Hipster Jesus liked you before you were cool.
((o-o who didn't tell me LAAM was back? I gotta find Elton's App again xD))
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((Alright, I fixed my app. Let's hope I get accepted :P))
Name: Elton Marlowe
Mob: Skeleton
Appearance: A Skeleton who is usually wearing a hood, a Cyan Cloak with a Cape in the back and a Gold Border surrounding it. Also is wearing the armor he acquired from his trip down into that abandoned cave. Usually, his sword is holstered to his left Hip, as he is left handed. His Bow is usually located on his back, under his cape.
Personality: Being Mentally stronger than a normal skeleton, he has better reaction times and better strategies for solving problems. He also cannot burn in daylight, even if his cloak if off. He also has Better Acrobatic Abilities than most skeletons. He is fairly stronger in most aspects, except he is very fragile. What I mean is he can't take many blows from a sword or other weapon (including fists). If he does, he won't exactly die, but he will have his skeleton scattered, essentially rendering him immobile. He will also be in a state of unconsciousness until his skeleton is re-assembled.
Other: I gave him the Good Gear to make up for his extreme fragileness. If that makes any sense. I'll also put Cheeto Puffs here because you requested me too.
Riyguy_Gaming, Founder of the Gaming Army.
Working on projects right now, PM me for details.
((Denied. There is a new set of rules and a new application standard, so you may want to fix your app accordingly. --GMSoplo))