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One Thousand Club
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OOC: here we go
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The tribulation begins with Ceylan. The first thing he noted was the sun was glaring in his eyes as it was hanging low in the sky, obviously late in the afternoon. The next thing was the heat: it was particularly warm that day and just a bit humid. There was a lack of comforting breeze, so it would not be long for the average man to begin sweating. He was standing on a steep embankment overlooking a river that stretched to the left and right (running west and east). The area smelled of water, mud, and the normal stink of perpetually wet things, but there was something else in the air, something more sour. Accompanying the smells was the sound of the gentle trickle of water, and again, something else was notable. Aside from the bugs and frogs, there was a hum of excitement coming from the massive encampment across the river as well as another one to Ceylan's south east. To Ceylan's south west was a 3rd encampment.
Each camp flew different colored flags but the details of the camps were vague beyond their bold and obvious statement of who they were. They were separated from each other by several hundreds of yards. The camp to the south east looked to be made up of a sea of white tents. The camp on the far side of the river had a big white wall of some kind erected. The camp closest to Ceylan was one placed in a copse of trees. The shadow of the trees was unnatural and would give off the eerie impression of many unseen things lurked among the shadows, watching. Without warning, the distance between Ceylan and the trees became abruptly shorter and the ominous vibe given off by that camp grew. A sound like a buzzing could be heard, an irritating sound that caused a sensation like an itch in the brain. It grew more intense as the trees swept in threatening to overshadow Ceylan in the darkness they created.
"It's been a while, kiddo,"
said the kindly, old man Ceylan knew like a father but not at the same time. He was standing behind Ceylan. He made no sound as he walked up, but a calmness and peace came with him with each step. Suddenly, the grove containing one of the encampments was as far away from Ceylan as the others and everything had seemingly returned to how it was before.
OOC: here we go
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Intro
In this chapter of Isekai Hell, the beastman, Ceylan, will attempt to surpass his mortal limitations to obtain a greater calling. Reward for completing this rp and passing the test is a title that will allow Ceylan to partially ascend, enabling him to expand his mind and capabilities beyond that of other mortals or even the longer lived races. This rp will be considered a World RP. Basic rewards will be doubled and assets and items worth points are also possible rewards. Permanent character injury and death may also result. Failure to pass the test will result in not acquiring the desired title but other rewards are still possible.
The tribulation begins with Ceylan. The first thing he noted was the sun was glaring in his eyes as it was hanging low in the sky, obviously late in the afternoon. The next thing was the heat: it was particularly warm that day and just a bit humid. There was a lack of comforting breeze, so it would not be long for the average man to begin sweating. He was standing on a steep embankment overlooking a river that stretched to the left and right (running west and east). The area smelled of water, mud, and the normal stink of perpetually wet things, but there was something else in the air, something more sour. Accompanying the smells was the sound of the gentle trickle of water, and again, something else was notable. Aside from the bugs and frogs, there was a hum of excitement coming from the massive encampment across the river as well as another one to Ceylan's south east. To Ceylan's south west was a 3rd encampment.
Each camp flew different colored flags but the details of the camps were vague beyond their bold and obvious statement of who they were. They were separated from each other by several hundreds of yards. The camp to the south east looked to be made up of a sea of white tents. The camp on the far side of the river had a big white wall of some kind erected. The camp closest to Ceylan was one placed in a copse of trees. The shadow of the trees was unnatural and would give off the eerie impression of many unseen things lurked among the shadows, watching. Without warning, the distance between Ceylan and the trees became abruptly shorter and the ominous vibe given off by that camp grew. A sound like a buzzing could be heard, an irritating sound that caused a sensation like an itch in the brain. It grew more intense as the trees swept in threatening to overshadow Ceylan in the darkness they created.
"It's been a while, kiddo,"
said the kindly, old man Ceylan knew like a father but not at the same time. He was standing behind Ceylan. He made no sound as he walked up, but a calmness and peace came with him with each step. Suddenly, the grove containing one of the encampments was as far away from Ceylan as the others and everything had seemingly returned to how it was before.
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