conman2163
Leader of the Conmanist Party
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This RP is part of the Isekai Hell setting. Check the links above to learn more about it.
What to expect out of character: 4-5 day posting cycles. If you cannot post within the time period communicate or you might get skipped. Ask any and all clarifying questions you have in the discord, plot or otherwise. When using secondary skills please mention them in your post. Additionally, please link your character sheet in your post format somewhere, and place any abilities at the bottom of your post with the cooldown. For ease of recap, please provide a tldr; of your post highlighting important actions/interactions. Players can make multiple Out Of Combat actions, but do not go overboard. In Combat the 3 action Economy is in effect. Ability cooldowns are also in effect at all times.
Time: 8:00 a.m.
Weather: Frigid Downpour, Thundering skies with dark clouds.
Location: Northwest Ryke, A forest path
Lucius Gallicus
slifer37
EMIYAman
Elvario
Tellussoil
Valkan
Develius
The day was a roiling mass of rain and thunder, a tremendous downpour of icy rain that fell in sheets thick enough to obstruct the vision of anyone in the open. The thunderstorm had come out of nowhere from the night before, as if the capricious gods had decided to curse the small band of travelers working their way towards the forest village. The constant smack of water against the canopy above them in the deluge made it nigh impossible to speak without shouting. The dirt path that lead towards their destination was a soupy mess of thick earth that clung to boots and threatened to root in place any who stopped for long. Through whatever means the group had come together for a contract that had started at the edge of the forest. Now the group trudged along in the pouring rain to reach the starting point of their journey.
A village had sent out a request for someone to come out and deal with a monster problem that was plaguing their village. The paper that had proffered the significant reward had stated that a mysterious monster had taken a beggar, two hunters, and a child already. No remains had been recovered and not only did the village want the monster dead, but they wanted the remains to be brought back for a proper burial. The village had taken a collection to put up the funds necessary to hire someone capable of doing the job. Spearheading the efforts was a strange man who spoke with oddly accented common. A centurion of Rome named Lucius Gallicus found himself at the front of the group, his five legionaires behind him. The hobnailed sandals he wore made for poor footwear in the rain as the mud spattered his ankles and feet, but he marched on without complaint. When he'd first met the others in the group he'd briefly introduced himself to the others as a mercenary taking work in the Ryke and he'd explained the details of the contract as he knew them.
As the group moved along the forest path towards the village the rain very gradually began to slacken to a light drizzle. Conversation, earlier impossible due to the significant din, was once
again possible for the adventurers. Not far from where the map said the village was the group came into a small clearing in the canopy where a wagon and several tents were set up near the road. A fire underneath an awning was burning cheerfully and a pot burbled wafting the cold air with a delicious smell of stew. Tending to the pot, bone dry underneath the canopy, was a stocky man with a bushy blonde beard and eyebrows. The beard was so long that he had comically tucked it into his belt. On his head was a blue chef's hat, though it was clear that he was bald underneath. A collection of knives, spoons, tongs, spatulas, and spices in little bottles hung off a belt and bandolier, as if the cook was planning on taking his culinary skills into battle.
The man was sat on a log mumbling to himself and stirring the pot with a wooden ladle in one hand while running his hand through his beard with the other when he noticed the group enter the clearing. He jumped up from the log and spun to face them wielding the large wooden spoon like a club. "No further strangers! State yer names and business." For his part Lucius was glad that the rain was letting up as he stepped into the clearing, though he was still cold, and his caligae were covered in the clinging mud. He decided he wouldn't take the lead as he looked meaningfully at the others in the group. He was more soldier and leader than talker and so he hoped someone else would be able to better handle this diplomatically. The map said they were close to the village, so he figured they should try and get directions. Also the fire under the awning looked quite cozy in the cold drizzle.
This RP is part of the Isekai Hell setting. Check the links above to learn more about it.
What to expect out of character: 4-5 day posting cycles. If you cannot post within the time period communicate or you might get skipped. Ask any and all clarifying questions you have in the discord, plot or otherwise. When using secondary skills please mention them in your post. Additionally, please link your character sheet in your post format somewhere, and place any abilities at the bottom of your post with the cooldown. For ease of recap, please provide a tldr; of your post highlighting important actions/interactions. Players can make multiple Out Of Combat actions, but do not go overboard. In Combat the 3 action Economy is in effect. Ability cooldowns are also in effect at all times.
Time: 8:00 a.m.
Weather: Frigid Downpour, Thundering skies with dark clouds.
Location: Northwest Ryke, A forest path
Lucius Gallicus
Zahrah: Evolve to a higher Race
As the group moved along the forest path towards the village the rain very gradually began to slacken to a light drizzle. Conversation, earlier impossible due to the significant din, was once
The man was sat on a log mumbling to himself and stirring the pot with a wooden ladle in one hand while running his hand through his beard with the other when he noticed the group enter the clearing. He jumped up from the log and spun to face them wielding the large wooden spoon like a club. "No further strangers! State yer names and business." For his part Lucius was glad that the rain was letting up as he stepped into the clearing, though he was still cold, and his caligae were covered in the clinging mud. He decided he wouldn't take the lead as he looked meaningfully at the others in the group. He was more soldier and leader than talker and so he hoped someone else would be able to better handle this diplomatically. The map said they were close to the village, so he figured they should try and get directions. Also the fire under the awning looked quite cozy in the cold drizzle.
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