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OOC - Here it stands
A harsh reality, one too real even to seem true if that was at all possible. To the East of our cherished wasteland life is very different. While free from the burning days and relentless car chases at high speeds over ever stretching plains of the hard dull ground it had it’s own dangers. Raging storms and countless storms plagued the inhabitants. People said that during the Great War something sensitive sat their, some experiment driven wrong by the bombs. But the harsh political truths of the past no longer mattered, it was as simple as this: Now the East was known as the ‘Battered Land’. There would be no way to which this would change but to the hands of a living legend and one with power in comparison to a god on earth. But few ever cared, and now even fewer, each day was a struggle to even cling onto what life they had left.
And it is in the border of these two worlds in which our story begins. Upon this fringe sit a merger of them both. The land was ever darkened, day and night it always prevailed, storms raged rarely but still countless caverns dotted between the plains of land elsewhere. And despite these furies of the Earth in itself and the torments laid upon her in the Great War there would always been hope for humankind. Or would there?
Indeed their would – sat within the fringe not far from the town of Broken Hills lies the city of Espoir. It was founded long ago from hidden ruins, by the man – or rather mutant known as Rachat. Yet even that was in a gone time. Now Espoir’s once noble, committed and thus powerful community has divided into three factions, each of which seemingly has a will to hold the town as his own.
In fact it has become quite a jewel, with Rachat’s legacy still hanging in the balance it would make a precious resource for each of the factions. The first of these are the Children of Truth, the men of the town’s west side, this, their territory is mysterious and shrouded in the unknown. Danger lurks on every corner and the close unity of these brothers means that infiltration is almost insanely difficult. Those who go there are rarely seen again. To the east lie the gangs, once known as the Coalition the times of trouble they allied to pass are long gone or lost to time itself and now their combats are furious and regular. While it is not as subtle as the Children of Light’s home, it is equally deadly. Now the only safety is the middle of town, the central strip which, while taking up the least space, a bare scratching from top to bottom of the town, is what the people thing of when the name Espoir is mentioned. It is a town lying just east of the border of the west and the fringe itself. A territory though of a small upon the first sound of the word but large once the realisation sets in and a traveller is caught exhausted and empty handed in a foreign home.
This is far from the original dreams of Rachat but it is in peace and it is – home. It proves as a temporary residence to those travelling east. It thus veers towards this in it’s economical workings, yet few really care about the fancy terms of the past. They work to survive and that’s enough. Right? And there will always be hope.
Yet things of unknown potential still hang in the balance and the truth is about emerge from the souls of those who fall in the battles to come. We shall see. And all will come and all will close.
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Garret took up the envelopes before him searching through them, many were meaningless, scribbled notes and unreadable, not at all intended for him. But somewhere through them was, he found, a true letter to which he was dearly eager to receive. He quickly tore it and pulled from it the letter inside. It was written on a sheet torn from a notebook, it was some what dirtied by stains of ink and blood and it brought a somewhat saddening message in it’s feel. Garret glanced upon it and read the first words, ‘Dear Father. Indeed it was the letter he had waited for. ‘I am, once more on the run’. Garret grunted recalling the previous occasions in which his son had managed to anger the hierarchy of other towns and cultures. He read on ‘I can say little but my intention was, at least for now to head your way’. Garret sighed, while he loved his son his visits were rather comical, and usually to his expense. ‘There are a few others with me.” Another sigh from Garret, his son always had the strangest friends. ‘There are great things coming from the East, I can say little of them for truly I do not really know.’ This was beginning to sound different, it gave the impression that this was something serious, unlike the previous situations, Garret wondered but instead decided to read on. ‘As I said we head in your direction but it will be long before I reach you and long before you receive this’. There was a point, he checked the date. He heard a sound elsewhere and looked up.
Martha emerged from the shower, draping a towel across her shapely form and placing another atop her head. She wiped it across her skin letting out a sigh of joy as she wandered into the next room. She smiled seeing her husband standing before her.
“What’s that?” she asked pointing to the letter Garret held in his hands
“A letter from out son,” Garret instinctively replied “Yet it is dated for a month ago.”
“What did he say?” She asked
“He said,” Garret replied “He has made some more enemies and again is on the run. He said he was headed here although he seemed to have the impression that he would no soon arrive. Apparently he has made some new friends as well.”
Martha let out a slight giggle her face covered with a pleasant smile and touched by a faint yawn. “Do you think he’ll be ok?” she asked
Garret went to open his mouth, he was interrupted at this but the look upon his face seemed to state an answer pure and clear. He was interrupted by the sounds of shouting, the possibility of gunshots and the echoes of a dispute in the making. He gasped remembering the refugees who had rolled into town the last night. He quickly ran out front to observe whatever situation had arisen. Martha raised a trench coat over herself and followed.
Outside sat the central clearing. It was slightly to the west of their house and bar and was large, the majority of buildings being gathered around it, and around those around it. But now the clearing looked smaller when filled with so many people. While countless men and women sat and stood around one scene became obvious upon a first glance. This was a conflict arising, but being attempted to be settled by a third man.
Suddenly revelation hit him and Garret charged forward grabbing the third man by his collar and taking him to the ground. He drew his sword and placed it against the man’s neck. He took his hair and used it to jerk his head back against the ground even further
“Do you know Jack Arsen?” He spoke threateningly
The man nodded gently, “Where?” Garret asked
“To the East,” The man whispered “He helped us bring these people here,”
“Where is he?” Garret asked again
“He headed back,” the man replied “He would not say why, only that he had to get something, something very important.”
“Why was he with you?” Garret snapped
“He fled with us, we swore an oath to get these people away from the incoming threats told of in the East. While I only knew him for a short time, those who were with him respected him, and I came to respect him. We trusted him as a Guardian and as a friend and we trusted his word when he said that this was important, and we trusted his words when he said this was not for us at this time. I do truly hope to see him again soon when this mission clears up?”
“More. Tell me more,” Garret ordered
“I cannot. We have now passed our oath and so we leave this flee in our pasts.”
“Even if that means leaving the people of you past behind,” Garret snapped in outrage
“I can assure you sir,” the man began “We trusted you son when he swore that all left with a trace of hope would reach here even the guardians left in life such as himself. This task is important but I have no doubt he will overcome it.”
Garret stood up, somewhat satisfied that the man would be willing to reveal further details later. He could at least let him go from his threat of death. It seemed this one could be trusted. Perhaps his son had found some decent friends for a change.
“Where is he?” Garret then asked
“I’m not sure, but we parted with him three towns to the east, he was headed back apparently.”
“Very well,” Garret concluded, “I am satisfied for now,”
At this moment, a figure approached from Garret’s back, placing a hand upon his shoulder.
Garret turned, “George,” he greeted. George Rankin, simply ‘Rank’ in the field but now he was long away from his police militant background, just the town’s weapons dealer. Despite this he was commonly regarded as the Sheriff of the town and while he had never stated he thought of himself as Sheriff he often behaved as if he was.
“What’s going on my Man,” Garret asked, Rank, apparently had been watching the scene leaned in the shadows against Garret’s home and office.
“These two are apparently involved in some sort of dispute,” Rank whispered.
“Why,” Garret immediately replied
“This man,” The first answered “Was an Enforcer who joined to put death to my kind and call it ‘justice’,” He spat on the floor “I am an Angel, the kind he so hated. He was responsible for the death of my brothers and now the oath I swore has worn off I can crush the life from him and watch him suffer as his kind made mine.
“No Sir,” the second answered “That was in a lifetime gone, now, we are in a new life and we are brothers of the same order.”
“We shall duel,” The first replied “And you shall fall and die to my hand,”
“I have no will to fight you,” The first man drew a sword at this, and took up a pistol in the other
“I have no wish to kill you,” The second continued, drawing his own sword for defence, he revealed a pair of punch daggers and a pistol as well.
The Angel moved forward slashing with his weapon towards his opponent. The Enforcer dodged back still reluctant. Rage filled his eyes as his features disfigured with sheer anger. He was about to duel, and avenge his brothers and all his opponent could do was laugh at him and refuse to fight. He drove forward willing to slay his enemy even if he would not defend. The Angel rose his pistol and fired several shots. The Enforcer took only one in his left arm yelling in pain and raising his own gun. Finally he counter attacked and somehow managed to catch the Angel by surprise. He was able to knock him too his knees. He closed on him remembering the days in which he slew these men on a daily basis, and more than that even sometimes enjoyed it. As the Angel attempted to rise to his feet the Enforcer drew a rifle and place it against his stumbling foe’s neck. The Angel spat in disgust but whether this was with himself or his enemy was hard to determine.
The third man closed on them “No,” He yelled, “no one will die here.”
Everything seemed to freeze for a few moments but the silence was soon broken by a heart stopping battle cry from behind. Everyone turned around and looked upwards. There they could see a wall of furious men and women jumping and falling from the buildings on the other side of the square. They were dressed in the tradition suit of leather armor but above this they were clouded by dark black trench coats. All of them boasted long hair of exotic colors and oddities of all sorts. They bore rifles and sub machine guns strapped upon their leather sleeves. Others wielded pistols or magnums in their hands with blades strapped upon their bodies elsewhere. Their features disfigured in anger and in the powerful battle cry they let out. They hit the floor in the square with countless thuds and charged forward upon impact A leader step forward heading the charge with a mask of gold covering his face and strapping around the back of his head. In the rising of a rifle the first of the crowd was taken down in a bloody scream as the surprised victims erupted in a chaotic display of confusion.
Garret pushed through the crowd and the raised his own gun. Rank followed behind him also with a weapon in the air. The others designated as Guardians rose up assisting in the evacuation of the square. The smell of an oncoming conflict arose and the fighters stood there could feel the death and destruction about to erupt. They took up their stares against one of their opponents however they were still highly outnumbered. They could feel the calmness of the scene, everything froze once more, all the prevailed was the glare of the combatants and the echo of a battle fought and a battle about to rage.
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The shower door opened and from it steeped a young man, he brushed back his long red hair with a towel and wrapped it around his lower body. He stretched and yawned donning a T-shirt and pulling a leather jacket over it. He finished drying off his legs and pulled on a pair of pants. He took up his pack, a brown rucksack with a strap making it easily accessible. He opened it and pilled into it several sandwiches and a few spare clips, a couple of ropes and a few stim packs. He picker it up and placed it over his shoulder, he also took up a gun which was sat neatly on a nearby table. He looked it over, it was polished and kept in incredibly good condition, it gave off a gentle shine as he looked over it. Upon it a golden plaque was tidily attached with the word “Phoenix’ emblazoned upon it. His name and title and the only honor left in his life. He thought it over and spat, this house was only a temporary refugee, he was shattered with nothing left.
His entire life was swallowed in the burst of a flame thrower and fell beneath the dominant wrath of the gangs that reigned over this once proud section of the town. Once he was a citizen but that was years ago. The scorching of an eternal fire wiped the land clean. If he had had the sense to leave his home when it was swallowed into the fighting perhaps he would still have something to hold deer.
It was this pistol that was what was left of his gone life. The plaque showed his name and his honor, it was his only pride. He stroked it with one finger and placed it into it’s holster around his waste. It would always have a place in his heart. Then, as he had done so many times before, he shoved aside these feelings and looked to the rest of the day. This area had long been abandoned and it had quickly become his base. Behind him a small bath room ruled over by a large shower and bath sat. To the side of this a large bed chamber with a four poster bed albeit it trashed. Beside that a ruined room had fallen in, a chest of draws dominated by cracks and holes. Around this countless articles of clothing draped and sat and hung. The main room was rather much neater but only because it was covered meagerly. A table, a desk, several chairs and a couple of locker. Beyond that several other rooms that were covered in leftovers and trash. Phoenix looked it over only once more and then stood out of the house. He looked to both sides, there was a long street, countless dips and holes and chunks were ripped and torn from it. It was burnt and cut and fallen to the hunger and greed of the rival gangs. Fortunately now they had somewhat lost their power to time and the depletion of their resources. He was thankful for this for a moment further then stepped into the derelict building opposite. Automatically his march became a sneak and he bent his knees stepping lightly over the used and torn covers and sheets of the beds the surrounded him. Presumably this was once the lair of a long gone gang. He walked on and off into the shadows. His plans: observe, sneak and learn, he was arousing a sort of reputation nearby for striking at under powered patrols. He sure was becoming richer from the loot. For one moment he thought he might be becoming more of a raider. He shunned the thought and continued. They owed him anything and everything that was material in nature. And he was going to make sure he got it, if they wouldn’t give it, he would take it, and with it their pitiful lives.
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OOC – Ok then, it was rather longer than most posts I’ve written and with a lot fewer spelling mistakes but I couldn’t resist it. I was looking at us controlling more than one character each until I saw the number of people actually willing to participate. Unfortunately in every thread I’ve seen like this people have dropped out so I’ve taken this into account. For now I’ll be playing Phoenix as described above however latter I may bring in my traditional character Fang and another I dreamed up a while ago. Though I still haven’t determined if they will be important NPCs or lesser Player Characters. Anyways, the battle comes next. My best ideas for possible characters you can play are as followers either a traveler from the west, a refugee from the east of a towns person of Espoir. From the west you could either play a traditional character who has come to investigate the rumors of danger to the east, whether they arrive before, after, or during the fight is available. You could be at the scene described above or in one of the nearby buildings or set to arrive during the battle. The refugees probably haven’t heard much more than the delirious words of those who had actually seen or felt whatever threat was coming. That alone should have been enough to drive them to flee. They could be one of the guardians or one of the non combatants. You could also play a traveler wandering around. Remember though no one expected this battle so more than once coincidental arrival would be realistic. And all travelers have reasons to travel although there are some who do it for the sake of it they are fairly rare. Then you can easily play a ganger to the east of the main town but that should only be a sub character as mine is, it may well follow a partially separate plot line as you may well see in one of my next posts. They are likely to be fighting amongst themselves however. Ultimately of course choosing a cha is up to players. I thought I’d just put in some advice. Also note it’s probably best if no one plays one of the attackers.
Anyways the real scenario should begin when the battle outcome is determined. Anyone still here after the battle will meet in the tavern to discuss the situation, the future, and we can start on info sheets about the town, the NPCs and the player characters.
OOC - Also note, Anyone is Welcome
- Let's hope it turns out well; The title may make more sense later - or you may have figured what it means out already
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It's only cheating if you get caught
- Fang_Of_the_BOS@hotmail.com
A harsh reality, one too real even to seem true if that was at all possible. To the East of our cherished wasteland life is very different. While free from the burning days and relentless car chases at high speeds over ever stretching plains of the hard dull ground it had it’s own dangers. Raging storms and countless storms plagued the inhabitants. People said that during the Great War something sensitive sat their, some experiment driven wrong by the bombs. But the harsh political truths of the past no longer mattered, it was as simple as this: Now the East was known as the ‘Battered Land’. There would be no way to which this would change but to the hands of a living legend and one with power in comparison to a god on earth. But few ever cared, and now even fewer, each day was a struggle to even cling onto what life they had left.
And it is in the border of these two worlds in which our story begins. Upon this fringe sit a merger of them both. The land was ever darkened, day and night it always prevailed, storms raged rarely but still countless caverns dotted between the plains of land elsewhere. And despite these furies of the Earth in itself and the torments laid upon her in the Great War there would always been hope for humankind. Or would there?
Indeed their would – sat within the fringe not far from the town of Broken Hills lies the city of Espoir. It was founded long ago from hidden ruins, by the man – or rather mutant known as Rachat. Yet even that was in a gone time. Now Espoir’s once noble, committed and thus powerful community has divided into three factions, each of which seemingly has a will to hold the town as his own.
In fact it has become quite a jewel, with Rachat’s legacy still hanging in the balance it would make a precious resource for each of the factions. The first of these are the Children of Truth, the men of the town’s west side, this, their territory is mysterious and shrouded in the unknown. Danger lurks on every corner and the close unity of these brothers means that infiltration is almost insanely difficult. Those who go there are rarely seen again. To the east lie the gangs, once known as the Coalition the times of trouble they allied to pass are long gone or lost to time itself and now their combats are furious and regular. While it is not as subtle as the Children of Light’s home, it is equally deadly. Now the only safety is the middle of town, the central strip which, while taking up the least space, a bare scratching from top to bottom of the town, is what the people thing of when the name Espoir is mentioned. It is a town lying just east of the border of the west and the fringe itself. A territory though of a small upon the first sound of the word but large once the realisation sets in and a traveller is caught exhausted and empty handed in a foreign home.
This is far from the original dreams of Rachat but it is in peace and it is – home. It proves as a temporary residence to those travelling east. It thus veers towards this in it’s economical workings, yet few really care about the fancy terms of the past. They work to survive and that’s enough. Right? And there will always be hope.
Yet things of unknown potential still hang in the balance and the truth is about emerge from the souls of those who fall in the battles to come. We shall see. And all will come and all will close.
******************************************************
Garret took up the envelopes before him searching through them, many were meaningless, scribbled notes and unreadable, not at all intended for him. But somewhere through them was, he found, a true letter to which he was dearly eager to receive. He quickly tore it and pulled from it the letter inside. It was written on a sheet torn from a notebook, it was some what dirtied by stains of ink and blood and it brought a somewhat saddening message in it’s feel. Garret glanced upon it and read the first words, ‘Dear Father. Indeed it was the letter he had waited for. ‘I am, once more on the run’. Garret grunted recalling the previous occasions in which his son had managed to anger the hierarchy of other towns and cultures. He read on ‘I can say little but my intention was, at least for now to head your way’. Garret sighed, while he loved his son his visits were rather comical, and usually to his expense. ‘There are a few others with me.” Another sigh from Garret, his son always had the strangest friends. ‘There are great things coming from the East, I can say little of them for truly I do not really know.’ This was beginning to sound different, it gave the impression that this was something serious, unlike the previous situations, Garret wondered but instead decided to read on. ‘As I said we head in your direction but it will be long before I reach you and long before you receive this’. There was a point, he checked the date. He heard a sound elsewhere and looked up.
Martha emerged from the shower, draping a towel across her shapely form and placing another atop her head. She wiped it across her skin letting out a sigh of joy as she wandered into the next room. She smiled seeing her husband standing before her.
“What’s that?” she asked pointing to the letter Garret held in his hands
“A letter from out son,” Garret instinctively replied “Yet it is dated for a month ago.”
“What did he say?” She asked
“He said,” Garret replied “He has made some more enemies and again is on the run. He said he was headed here although he seemed to have the impression that he would no soon arrive. Apparently he has made some new friends as well.”
Martha let out a slight giggle her face covered with a pleasant smile and touched by a faint yawn. “Do you think he’ll be ok?” she asked
Garret went to open his mouth, he was interrupted at this but the look upon his face seemed to state an answer pure and clear. He was interrupted by the sounds of shouting, the possibility of gunshots and the echoes of a dispute in the making. He gasped remembering the refugees who had rolled into town the last night. He quickly ran out front to observe whatever situation had arisen. Martha raised a trench coat over herself and followed.
Outside sat the central clearing. It was slightly to the west of their house and bar and was large, the majority of buildings being gathered around it, and around those around it. But now the clearing looked smaller when filled with so many people. While countless men and women sat and stood around one scene became obvious upon a first glance. This was a conflict arising, but being attempted to be settled by a third man.
Suddenly revelation hit him and Garret charged forward grabbing the third man by his collar and taking him to the ground. He drew his sword and placed it against the man’s neck. He took his hair and used it to jerk his head back against the ground even further
“Do you know Jack Arsen?” He spoke threateningly
The man nodded gently, “Where?” Garret asked
“To the East,” The man whispered “He helped us bring these people here,”
“Where is he?” Garret asked again
“He headed back,” the man replied “He would not say why, only that he had to get something, something very important.”
“Why was he with you?” Garret snapped
“He fled with us, we swore an oath to get these people away from the incoming threats told of in the East. While I only knew him for a short time, those who were with him respected him, and I came to respect him. We trusted him as a Guardian and as a friend and we trusted his word when he said that this was important, and we trusted his words when he said this was not for us at this time. I do truly hope to see him again soon when this mission clears up?”
“More. Tell me more,” Garret ordered
“I cannot. We have now passed our oath and so we leave this flee in our pasts.”
“Even if that means leaving the people of you past behind,” Garret snapped in outrage
“I can assure you sir,” the man began “We trusted you son when he swore that all left with a trace of hope would reach here even the guardians left in life such as himself. This task is important but I have no doubt he will overcome it.”
Garret stood up, somewhat satisfied that the man would be willing to reveal further details later. He could at least let him go from his threat of death. It seemed this one could be trusted. Perhaps his son had found some decent friends for a change.
“Where is he?” Garret then asked
“I’m not sure, but we parted with him three towns to the east, he was headed back apparently.”
“Very well,” Garret concluded, “I am satisfied for now,”
At this moment, a figure approached from Garret’s back, placing a hand upon his shoulder.
Garret turned, “George,” he greeted. George Rankin, simply ‘Rank’ in the field but now he was long away from his police militant background, just the town’s weapons dealer. Despite this he was commonly regarded as the Sheriff of the town and while he had never stated he thought of himself as Sheriff he often behaved as if he was.
“What’s going on my Man,” Garret asked, Rank, apparently had been watching the scene leaned in the shadows against Garret’s home and office.
“These two are apparently involved in some sort of dispute,” Rank whispered.
“Why,” Garret immediately replied
“This man,” The first answered “Was an Enforcer who joined to put death to my kind and call it ‘justice’,” He spat on the floor “I am an Angel, the kind he so hated. He was responsible for the death of my brothers and now the oath I swore has worn off I can crush the life from him and watch him suffer as his kind made mine.
“No Sir,” the second answered “That was in a lifetime gone, now, we are in a new life and we are brothers of the same order.”
“We shall duel,” The first replied “And you shall fall and die to my hand,”
“I have no will to fight you,” The first man drew a sword at this, and took up a pistol in the other
“I have no wish to kill you,” The second continued, drawing his own sword for defence, he revealed a pair of punch daggers and a pistol as well.
The Angel moved forward slashing with his weapon towards his opponent. The Enforcer dodged back still reluctant. Rage filled his eyes as his features disfigured with sheer anger. He was about to duel, and avenge his brothers and all his opponent could do was laugh at him and refuse to fight. He drove forward willing to slay his enemy even if he would not defend. The Angel rose his pistol and fired several shots. The Enforcer took only one in his left arm yelling in pain and raising his own gun. Finally he counter attacked and somehow managed to catch the Angel by surprise. He was able to knock him too his knees. He closed on him remembering the days in which he slew these men on a daily basis, and more than that even sometimes enjoyed it. As the Angel attempted to rise to his feet the Enforcer drew a rifle and place it against his stumbling foe’s neck. The Angel spat in disgust but whether this was with himself or his enemy was hard to determine.
The third man closed on them “No,” He yelled, “no one will die here.”
Everything seemed to freeze for a few moments but the silence was soon broken by a heart stopping battle cry from behind. Everyone turned around and looked upwards. There they could see a wall of furious men and women jumping and falling from the buildings on the other side of the square. They were dressed in the tradition suit of leather armor but above this they were clouded by dark black trench coats. All of them boasted long hair of exotic colors and oddities of all sorts. They bore rifles and sub machine guns strapped upon their leather sleeves. Others wielded pistols or magnums in their hands with blades strapped upon their bodies elsewhere. Their features disfigured in anger and in the powerful battle cry they let out. They hit the floor in the square with countless thuds and charged forward upon impact A leader step forward heading the charge with a mask of gold covering his face and strapping around the back of his head. In the rising of a rifle the first of the crowd was taken down in a bloody scream as the surprised victims erupted in a chaotic display of confusion.
Garret pushed through the crowd and the raised his own gun. Rank followed behind him also with a weapon in the air. The others designated as Guardians rose up assisting in the evacuation of the square. The smell of an oncoming conflict arose and the fighters stood there could feel the death and destruction about to erupt. They took up their stares against one of their opponents however they were still highly outnumbered. They could feel the calmness of the scene, everything froze once more, all the prevailed was the glare of the combatants and the echo of a battle fought and a battle about to rage.
******************************************************
The shower door opened and from it steeped a young man, he brushed back his long red hair with a towel and wrapped it around his lower body. He stretched and yawned donning a T-shirt and pulling a leather jacket over it. He finished drying off his legs and pulled on a pair of pants. He took up his pack, a brown rucksack with a strap making it easily accessible. He opened it and pilled into it several sandwiches and a few spare clips, a couple of ropes and a few stim packs. He picker it up and placed it over his shoulder, he also took up a gun which was sat neatly on a nearby table. He looked it over, it was polished and kept in incredibly good condition, it gave off a gentle shine as he looked over it. Upon it a golden plaque was tidily attached with the word “Phoenix’ emblazoned upon it. His name and title and the only honor left in his life. He thought it over and spat, this house was only a temporary refugee, he was shattered with nothing left.
His entire life was swallowed in the burst of a flame thrower and fell beneath the dominant wrath of the gangs that reigned over this once proud section of the town. Once he was a citizen but that was years ago. The scorching of an eternal fire wiped the land clean. If he had had the sense to leave his home when it was swallowed into the fighting perhaps he would still have something to hold deer.
It was this pistol that was what was left of his gone life. The plaque showed his name and his honor, it was his only pride. He stroked it with one finger and placed it into it’s holster around his waste. It would always have a place in his heart. Then, as he had done so many times before, he shoved aside these feelings and looked to the rest of the day. This area had long been abandoned and it had quickly become his base. Behind him a small bath room ruled over by a large shower and bath sat. To the side of this a large bed chamber with a four poster bed albeit it trashed. Beside that a ruined room had fallen in, a chest of draws dominated by cracks and holes. Around this countless articles of clothing draped and sat and hung. The main room was rather much neater but only because it was covered meagerly. A table, a desk, several chairs and a couple of locker. Beyond that several other rooms that were covered in leftovers and trash. Phoenix looked it over only once more and then stood out of the house. He looked to both sides, there was a long street, countless dips and holes and chunks were ripped and torn from it. It was burnt and cut and fallen to the hunger and greed of the rival gangs. Fortunately now they had somewhat lost their power to time and the depletion of their resources. He was thankful for this for a moment further then stepped into the derelict building opposite. Automatically his march became a sneak and he bent his knees stepping lightly over the used and torn covers and sheets of the beds the surrounded him. Presumably this was once the lair of a long gone gang. He walked on and off into the shadows. His plans: observe, sneak and learn, he was arousing a sort of reputation nearby for striking at under powered patrols. He sure was becoming richer from the loot. For one moment he thought he might be becoming more of a raider. He shunned the thought and continued. They owed him anything and everything that was material in nature. And he was going to make sure he got it, if they wouldn’t give it, he would take it, and with it their pitiful lives.
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OOC – Ok then, it was rather longer than most posts I’ve written and with a lot fewer spelling mistakes but I couldn’t resist it. I was looking at us controlling more than one character each until I saw the number of people actually willing to participate. Unfortunately in every thread I’ve seen like this people have dropped out so I’ve taken this into account. For now I’ll be playing Phoenix as described above however latter I may bring in my traditional character Fang and another I dreamed up a while ago. Though I still haven’t determined if they will be important NPCs or lesser Player Characters. Anyways, the battle comes next. My best ideas for possible characters you can play are as followers either a traveler from the west, a refugee from the east of a towns person of Espoir. From the west you could either play a traditional character who has come to investigate the rumors of danger to the east, whether they arrive before, after, or during the fight is available. You could be at the scene described above or in one of the nearby buildings or set to arrive during the battle. The refugees probably haven’t heard much more than the delirious words of those who had actually seen or felt whatever threat was coming. That alone should have been enough to drive them to flee. They could be one of the guardians or one of the non combatants. You could also play a traveler wandering around. Remember though no one expected this battle so more than once coincidental arrival would be realistic. And all travelers have reasons to travel although there are some who do it for the sake of it they are fairly rare. Then you can easily play a ganger to the east of the main town but that should only be a sub character as mine is, it may well follow a partially separate plot line as you may well see in one of my next posts. They are likely to be fighting amongst themselves however. Ultimately of course choosing a cha is up to players. I thought I’d just put in some advice. Also note it’s probably best if no one plays one of the attackers.
Anyways the real scenario should begin when the battle outcome is determined. Anyone still here after the battle will meet in the tavern to discuss the situation, the future, and we can start on info sheets about the town, the NPCs and the player characters.
OOC - Also note, Anyone is Welcome
- Let's hope it turns out well; The title may make more sense later - or you may have figured what it means out already
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