Fantasy t h e - t h i n n i n g {Open Everyday Bro}

[Caffeine Freak]

Once a prosperous trading center for the continent of Calixia - Angel City, named after its saving grace on the continent's economy, has been invaded by an immeasurably powerful military force known only as the 10th Legion. The leader of the armada, Jex Perol has appointed himself ruler of the trade central, and intends to use his acquired wealth, as well as his newfound geographical and political influence, in order to force other cities and towns into submission - until he dominates the entire continent.

The King of Calixia, unable to wreath control over the hysteria Jex's presence has stirred up, sent out recruiters all over the capital city of Sacaras, bearing a message to whatever talented individuals they can find: Save your continent. Come to the Royal Palace.

Should the King's last resort fail, he fears he will have to negotiate with the international terrorist Lonavan Perol for aid, who will no doubt ask for detrimental favors in return.

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Note: Any reference to events relating to real persons, living or dead memes, is purely coincidental.

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Location: Sacaras, Capital City of Calixia

Time: Morning

CS: The Thinning CS

The Royal Palace of Sacaras
The city of Sacaras bustled with life.

Merchants peddled goods, street performers flexed their talents, shoppers wandered the market stalls, harlots made doe eyes at passers by, and quite possibly innocent citizens were battered by patrolling guardsman. It was Capitalism at its finest.

Way above, the King stood, hands behind his back, surveying his great city from the throne room's jutting balcony. His mind churned with possibilities of the future. If Jex Perol and his merry band of plunderers got their way, it would bring an end to the great nation he worked so tirelessly to raise from the dirt.

The palace itself was an extensive work of art carved from gleaming white marble. With its size alone making up nearly a third of the city's expanse, the palace's mere existence was a tribute the the King's monumental power, but in the face of Jex Perol, it felt like little more than a doll house.

"Your Grace, citizens bearing the royal invitation have arrived at the palace gates."

The King of Calixia turned from the balcony, flashing a gesture of appreciation to his steward. "Very good. Escort them to the drawing room while I make preparations."

Acknowledging the King's order, his steward bowed low, then spun on his heel and left the throne room to the King, who stepped inside and began to re-read through the intelligence his spies had brought to him.

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With the go-ahead from the turret guard, the ivory palace gates rattled open, leaving only the steward standing in the palace's colossal archway. "His Majesty has requested that you allow me to escort you to the Royal drawing room." The steward nodded to the guests waiting at the Palace gate, gesturing with a sweeping hand to follow him inside.

The walk to the drawing room took roughly five miniutes. Immediately after the main gate, the steward followed a garden path - complete with carved stone fountains and a foreign array of plants - to the interior entrance of the Palace. At every corner was a posted guard, each standing as still as one might expect from a gargoyle.

Inside, the drawing room was immediately left from the twin-staircase foyer. Waiting on a marble table was a selection of both alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages, surrounded by plump furniture. Finely dressed servants stood attentive at the room's corners.

That invitation makes you a guest at the Royal Palace. While the King prepares the meeting over in the throne room, take this opportunity in the drawing room to flesh out your characters beforehand.

capMARVELOUS Chachalotte ThaDruid OrenjiGatsu Bang Bang LostHaven [once you guys got yourselves an accepted CS, just jump right in!]

 

[capMARVELOUS]

Alcohol did not agree with Markus Fischbach's liver, so he selected from the table a nice orange juice before sitting on one of the sofas. As he sipped his drink, he began to think about the situation at hand.

The City of Angels was dead. That much was obvious. And with it, a sizable chunk of Calixia's population. Including some of Markus' friends- Ethan Cranktorious, Tyler Apoc, and the greatest of them, Lord Wade Min-Yon the 777th. They had all entered knight school together, and all except Markus had graduated. It wasn't because he was bad at knight stuff that he hadn't graduated; rather, it was because he was too good at knight stuff. And he had stayed behind in the Mountains of Iplier while his friends had rushed off to try and defend the City of Angels from the dreaded Jex Perol.

Normally, Markus would have envied their positions, but not anymore. For his friends' positions were currently six feet under.

Oh geez, now Markus was getting depressed.

In an attempt to bolster both his own spirits and the spirits of his fellow adventurers, he withdrew from the case on his back a guitar, and after a few moments of tuning it, he broke out in a rousing song.

Spoiler: the song

 

[LostHaven]

'The City of Angels is dead.'

Nicx had heard those words too many times. From what he understood, some random dude named 'Jex Perol' or something managed to waltz into the city and take it over. So much for defenses, huh? Nicx had to wonder how a couple of plunderers managed to take over a whole city. Or most likely, it was just that Nicx did not fully understand the situation. However, the situation seemed dire enough that he was called to the royal palace.

Indeed, he had received a letter some time ago, from none other than the king himself. "Oh. Must be a honor to receive an invitation from the king, huh?" He had muttered to himself. "I couldn't give a single fuck." However, the ravens had a different idea. Though Nicx couldn't give a single shit about the king's dilemmas, he decided that he may as well keep his familiars happy. They hadn't tasted blood in a long while. "Alright... May as well get ya'll some fresh meat..." He sighed, uncontented with getting up from his lying position. Suddenly, a loud thump rang through the forest as Nicx fell off the tree, landing face-first into the dirt. A flock of forest birds flocked away from the horrible sound. "Fuck shit crap fucking Satan fucking God doesn't exist piece of shit *************-" he cursed at the top of his lungs, while brushing the dirt and muck off his face. After his little tantrum, he looked up once more, before coming to a realisation. "Wait shit... I don't know where this is..." Apparently, a maps are useful after all... "Fuck..."

Now, Present Time
Apparently, finding a way out of some random forest in the middle of nowhere was harder than it sounded. Nicx mainly contributed that to the fact that he didn't have a map. Or a compass. Thankfully, his ravens are more than competent at scouting a way to his destination. He had arrived at the royal palace just in time. Following the guards into the drawing room, he was greeted to a sea of alcohol and beverages. His first initiative was to go ahead, and grab the entire bottle of alcohol. Yes, he just went ahead and grabbed an entire bottle. Indeed, an incredibly rude gesture, though it was Nicx who had done it... There wasn't much that could be done to fix it.

He found a table with several vacant seats, and sat in one of them without asking the other person if they minded. He was singing a song of sorts, and though Nicx couldn't pinpoint the reason, than man's singing appeared to infuriate him. Perhaps it was the lyrics. Or was it the man's voice? Taking a huge gulp of the alcohol (which was wine), he opened his mouth to talk: "Oi, shut your fucking mouth and stop singing. I think I'm already losing brain cells. I'm assuming that's also why your IQ is lower than fucking two." He paused for a while, adding before the man could even talk: "No, just shut your fucking mouth. Piece of shit."

capMARVELOUS Caffeine Freak

 

[Caffeine Freak]

Location: Sacaras, Capital City of Calixia

Time: Morning

CS: The Thinning CS

The Drawing Room
The double iced-out doors to the drawing room burst open as a dozen guards strode in, accompanying none other than the King of Calixia, who flashed his signature orange grin at his gathered associates. His eye twitched as his gaze passed over Nicx, though the expression was gone as soon as it appeared.

"Good warriors of Calixia," The King's orange smile stretched wider as addressed the room. One might assume the King learned how to smile by reading about it. "As you all know, we are faced by a terrible affliction. Jex Perol holds the sacked City of Angels, and in time, he and his legion plan to storm Sacras itself." His voice turned grave as he aggressively snapped his fingers until a servant scurried to his side with a glass of champagne. "Our city has not fallen to siege in over a century, but neither had Angel City before Jex Perol's arrival. We fear the worst." The King took a great gulp of his drink, throat bobbing like a seizure-stricken tangerine. "There is only one solution." His voice was tinged with a gasp as he sucked in the breath lost during his swig, but his words remained vibrant. "We take the fight to Jex Perol, and end his conquering scheme before it even starts. That is why I have gathered you all here today."

Gathered citizens in the drawing room began murmuring among one another. A group of sturdy looking warriors straight-up left the room through the side-exit at the mention of Jex Perol's name. A few of the remaining exchanged anxious looks. The King remained adamant. "The battle will not be easy. Chances are, none of you will survive. Alas, drastic times call for drastic measures."

Gasps of shock and hisses rose throughout the room as none other than Lonavan Perol strode through the doorway at stood beside the King, a malicious grin spread across his face. The King's smile faltered, but he kept on, "I know what you're all thinking, but we need to call a truce for the sake of all Calixia. That is why Lonavan will be joining your royal crusade." The King talked around Lonavan's name as if he were chewing on an especially sour lemon. Even more gathered warriors began filing out the room at Lonavan's presence. Him and his notorious lackeys, the Lowborn Gang, were infamous throughout the kingdom for pillaging and terrorizing the land. He was both a hated terrorist and feared commander of military force to be reckoned with.

The King has entered the drawing room to reveal his plans for the numerous warriors gathered at the palace. He has revealed that Lonavan Perol will be working with you, and the plan is to rock up to Angel City and take down Jex Perol. Be wary of Lonavan, his mere presence means he's up to no good.

capMARVELOUS
LostHaven

 

[capMARVELOUS]

Markus almost fell over himself at the sight of none other than Lonavan Perol. He dropped his guitar and comically scrambled over the back of the sofa, where he peeked over the edge. It was rather hilarious.

In a perfectly serious voice, he asked the king, "You do know that he's a registered terrorist, right? I'd think that, after his utter destruction of the J'napa Province's reputation, everyone would know that. Don't you think that maybe, just maybe, this action is a little too drastic?"

 

[Caffeine Freak]

The King waved an orange hand. "Yes, I am quite aware that these measures may seem..." He observed with barely disguised distaste as Lonavan strolled forward and started handing out Low Gang tunics to the few who remained assembled in the drawing room. "...Drastic. But I assure you, we are all working for a common goal, here. We simply can't continue bickering with Jex Perol in control of Angel City."

Lonavan approached the sofa, outstretching his arm Markus, a rolled-up Low Gang apparel item clutched in his hand. "You heard the dude," Lonavan grinned maliciously, the King twitched at the informal address in the background. "He's offered me a royal pardon for what went down in J'napa. Now how about we all chill out and take some merch."

 

[LostHaven]

Nicx was completely unmoved by Lonavan Perol's appearance at the gathering. In fact, seeing the renowned terrorist only made the magus' grin wider. However, it would appear as though the singing man did not take it too well, falling off his seat. The sight made Nicx want to laugh, though he kept it to himself, as Nicx was quite interested in what the man was pointing out, and the king's response. The king was barely making it discrete that he did not enjoy being near Lonavan's presence.

"I'm sorry, please be quiet, take a stick and shove it a good ten inches up your fucking ass." Nicx shot out at Lonavan's response to the king and Markus. "I'm apologise sinceeeeeeeeerly for my rudeness, but I've read enough shitty novels to know you want something else." Nicx taunted the terrorist (or something) with a grin equally, or perhaps more malicious than that of Lonavan's. "Do you expect anyone to believe you're going to help fuck your own brother over? Because I'm no fuckwit, and if you do plan on helping murder Jex to death, congratulations because you just scored your ass a nice comfy spot in hell's ninth circle." Finally stopping his own swearing spree, Nicx ended with a much more sensible question: "So out of curiosity, what the fuck are you hoping to gain out of playing this little game?"

Caffeine Freak capMARVELOUS

 

[Caffeine Freak]

Lonavan scoffed at Nicx's outburst. "Careful there, lil dude." He tossed Nicx a Low Gang tunic. "You're starting to sound like a hater. And you know what I do on haters." Lonavan raised an arm, poised to cast a dabus. Some warriors in the room outright ducked for cover.

"Now, now," The King hurriedly stepped between them. "Let us not forget our truce. Neither of us can achieve our goal without the other." He chuckled without humor, before re-addressing the room. "My staff will provide maps for all of you, detailing the journey to Angel City. The path is perilous, and set upon by demons unleashed by the 10th Legion, but with courage and teamwork, their vanquish is inevitable."

Lonavan relaxed his dabus arm, half-paying attention to the King's speech as he plucked grapes from a serving table.

 

[capMARVELOUS]

The imminent threat of a dabus was gone. Markus breathed a sigh of relief, before smacking the other, more foul-mouthed fellow on the back of the head.

"What the fuck, Richard?!" he asked incredulously. "You almost made him cast a dabus! You know how awful those things are!"