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The Pun Tyrant
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Jizzytown IC
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Stormyface
CADIA STANDS
Culdranth lazily circled the royal forest, allowing the sun to warm him up for a while. It was warm enough in his cave, but there was a difference between the stuffy atmosphere of gold and brimstone and the light of the sun.
It was good to get out from time to time.
Of course, Culdranth wasn't just out for pleasure. He had business to attend to. His bed needed just a little more gold, and it would be perfect. As it was, his head hung off the pile slightly, requiring readjustment every decade or so. Terribly annoying. And what better way to acquire gold then to kidnap a princess? Sure, the kingdom would probably send a few knights, but a little warmup never hurt anyone.
The white dragon swooped down through a clearing, landing in a shady grove with trees plenty tall enough to accommodate him.
Culdranth spied the glint of gilded armor through a thicket. Hunting party, most likely a royal guard escort, unless the Empire had enough wealth to equip all soldiers with top-rate equipment. And opened the royal woods to outside parties.
The dragon took up position near the path the hunters would take. It wouldn't take much. A roar to startle the escort, and a quick spring to both grab the princess and take to the air in the same instant...
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@animegirl20
((thought I should introduce the dwagon :3))
It was good to get out from time to time.
Of course, Culdranth wasn't just out for pleasure. He had business to attend to. His bed needed just a little more gold, and it would be perfect. As it was, his head hung off the pile slightly, requiring readjustment every decade or so. Terribly annoying. And what better way to acquire gold then to kidnap a princess? Sure, the kingdom would probably send a few knights, but a little warmup never hurt anyone.
The white dragon swooped down through a clearing, landing in a shady grove with trees plenty tall enough to accommodate him.
Culdranth spied the glint of gilded armor through a thicket. Hunting party, most likely a royal guard escort, unless the Empire had enough wealth to equip all soldiers with top-rate equipment. And opened the royal woods to outside parties.
The dragon took up position near the path the hunters would take. It wouldn't take much. A roar to startle the escort, and a quick spring to both grab the princess and take to the air in the same instant...
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@animegirl20
((thought I should introduce the dwagon :3))
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Stormyface
CADIA STANDS
((Well, I'm not waiting around. I'll just RP with myself if I have to))
Nokyx grumbled to himself as he walked down the haphazard alleyways of this overgrown child's clubhouse of a city.
He paused in his mumbling to kick at a mangy rat--sorry, dog. The glorified rodent snarled at him and pounced on the sullen not-wizard.
"Nononono--SCREW YOU, DOG!"
The alley echoed with the sound of an awkward fight between a wimpy teen and a starved animal. It was unclear as to whether the dog or the human had the upper hand...
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Nokyx grumbled to himself as he walked down the haphazard alleyways of this overgrown child's clubhouse of a city.
He paused in his mumbling to kick at a mangy rat--sorry, dog. The glorified rodent snarled at him and pounced on the sullen not-wizard.
"Nononono--SCREW YOU, DOG!"
The alley echoed with the sound of an awkward fight between a wimpy teen and a starved animal. It was unclear as to whether the dog or the human had the upper hand...
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((Could you tag the participating members here? I'm not entirely sure I know them all...))
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The Pun Tyrant
(3rd Person Cinematic)
In a plain summer day, the echoing of pyromantic fireworks painted the sky with falling stars. Albeit harder to see due to the fact it was still broad daylight, people still clapped and rejoiced at the display. Few knew of it, but the fireworks were a reminiscent of the time the dragons had been struck down by cannons when attempting to invade the city. For the longest time, the huge iron lumps burping out flaming rocks had kept the mighty beasts from going far with their kidnapped princesses, year after year. But eventually the dragons learned the trick and started putting the princesses BENEATH themselves when they fell. Since the whole point was to save the princess, the cannons fell out of use, but the tradition to shoot at the sky in this time of the year remained. After all, princesses were still getting kindapped by dragons and saved every year. It was customary to prepare a tea set and a fancy, fluffy pillow, together with an assortment of cleaning products to prepare for the kidnapping, as dragon caves were rarely keen on sanitary conditions or basic royalty comfort. Some went as far as to question if the dragons didn´t just keep this up for a yearly remodeling, maybe associated with some mating season. However, such questions were usually left to the more philosophical people, as the majority was contempt to enjoy prizes or sulk in defeat or comment about the annual race to rescue the princess, whose participants were announced right after the fireworks, simultaneously in several podiums across Galandir. From there, spies and information brokers would convey the participants to Hollowtown, spread through rumors, and of course they would participate too. In return for not having to actually announce their teams, they simply got the same prize as anyone else, in the form of the ransom for the princess.
As soon as the sounds faded, the conversations about the joust from last Tuesday faded a little as hundreds of darting eyes stared at the fat man in black robes climbing up to the podium. With two mages casting up a spell to increase the volume of his voice and make it echo across the nearby streets, the man opened up the scroll and began proudly reading through it out loud.
"Sir Jackstone Rockbitter! Galant Heiter! The falcon trainers guild! The eagle trainers guild! The gryphon trainers guild!..." Each name was announced with the proper dignity of the citizens of Galandir, and every time, it was met with nods and indignations, with the sounds of people scribbling down the names in notes, gamblers chugging down a bear and bookies counting their coins to know how much they earned from the bets regarding who´d participate that year. Really, only one bet was not allowed, Sir Halley Grace, last year´s champion, (for the second year in a row). Almost everyone had a grin on their faces, it seemed like it would be another exciting race. But suddenly the grins were the only sound left. The voice of the announcer had grown silent, as he opened and closed the paper, looked around almost desperate for something, a single drop of sweat rolling down his face. Whispers and mutters waved through the crowd, what was wrong, what was happening? The announcer finally regained composure, breathed in deeply and revealed the identity of the last participant. "And lastly, but...not least.... J...Jizzytown!"
Silence fell even deeper than last time, but a single clap burst the bubble into an explosion of laughter. The mages even had to disable their magic to prevent everyone from going deaf with the amplified outcry, some nearly choked on their drinks and meals, the rarest event of a bookie dropping coins actually came to place, one could even swear the clouds and birds themselves were laughing as well. A gold-ornamented knight climbed on to the podium and patted the back of the announcer who gave him a nervous smile.
"Haha! This is a first, an announcer with a sense of humor. Gerald, I knew it was a good thing I recommended you for the job! Black cats, broken mirrors, misfortune all of those can come bite my ass! But how about letting all these fair people know who the final participant is?" The knight requested, leaning on the man and peaking at the scroll. His eyes shot wide, and the man in black robes gulped in response, then sighing.
"I don´t know if it´s more strange or unfortunate, but Sir Jackstone... Jizzytown really IS the final participant."
Gerald was out of the job the next day and forbidden from exercising any public duties until his bad luck expired in 7 years.
One Week Earlier
(Lupi´s POV)
Telekinetics bump into each other creating air traffic, brutes carried huge chunks of meat (except that one skinny vegetarian brute), a scout bumped into a trash can with mouse traps from the house she tried to rob attached to her, a cultist clucked like a chicken after a curse backfired when he tried to use it on another cleric who was trying to skip the line... Everyone was excited about today´s event, although nobody really knew what it was all about. Surprisingly enough, the ones that had arrived first were those lunatics "from another world", who couldn´t even perform proper magic. Still, nobody here was really up to anything "proper". Jizzytown was the places all failures were sent to, nobody here could do a dam thing. Living together was more of a solidarity thing, the result of some´s pity towards the others and the fact that the rest was also forced to live in this place. Going out of Jizzytown unaccompanied? Not into another city. Unless you wanted to get stabbed and robbed in Hollowtown. Some of us were actually under the impression that we were quite strong, though, in spite of the fact the majority had already accepted that wasn´t the case. Even someone like me, sent here from my sheer age (and speech deficiencies) was aware of it. So, most of the times we were asked to gather in the "town hall" (a repurposed shrine that had flooded so bad it sank and got stuck in the middle of that newly made lake near the towncenter) we kind of expected someone to be bragging about how powerful they were and what they would do one day. And everyone would leave with a yawn and return to their lives. Because really, apart from the occasional mess some poorly made potion caused or any other accident caused by the inhabitants of the town themselves, what was there to even do but live a normal routine life? We couldn´t participate in the world out there...
One good thing about our "town hall" was the fact that it was so small. With the feedback accidents from the few of us who actually knew how to perform sound enhancing spells, we had given up the idea of using anything but our own voices altogether. So, given size, we were all still close enough to hear what the mayor had to say. Everyone hurried in to get inside and fetch a good seat, hence, instead of ending up having to listen from the outside and risk sinking into the lake or catching allergies from the magical pollen-defense trees outside. A stupid idea, but this was Jizzytown. I took the first corner I could find that was minimally free and sat down. I couldn´t afford to really stay too far away from the center, considering my height, but if I sat next to the stairs I should still get comfortable enough. My tail waggled a little from getting a nice spot this time, and I held on to my staff close to me, just in case a thief tried taking the opportunity to steal it or my seat.
"Good morning folks, I know you..." The mayor began.
"Shut up and get to the point already! I´m bored!" A roughed up, almost coughing voice was heard from the back. That was Ram, an illusionist with the patience and attention span of a drunk raging minotaur. The man cleared his throat, and continued (clearly stressed).
"Ah, ok, I, well, hum... We´re participating in the princess rescuing race this year!"
One could practically hear the crickets as the message sank in. What followed was a nearly collective
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?" from every citzen of Jizzytown.
@Captain Spooks @ScatteredStars @animegirl20 @Stormyface @TrippyVirus @MrNeko
@Wickedkent @Mena @CellistCat606 @Ranix Aurus @WavyLikePasta @TerrinX @Ultraman @Livson
@Legend
@SP3CT3R
@billthesomething @FemTheHufflepuffRiceball
In a plain summer day, the echoing of pyromantic fireworks painted the sky with falling stars. Albeit harder to see due to the fact it was still broad daylight, people still clapped and rejoiced at the display. Few knew of it, but the fireworks were a reminiscent of the time the dragons had been struck down by cannons when attempting to invade the city. For the longest time, the huge iron lumps burping out flaming rocks had kept the mighty beasts from going far with their kidnapped princesses, year after year. But eventually the dragons learned the trick and started putting the princesses BENEATH themselves when they fell. Since the whole point was to save the princess, the cannons fell out of use, but the tradition to shoot at the sky in this time of the year remained. After all, princesses were still getting kindapped by dragons and saved every year. It was customary to prepare a tea set and a fancy, fluffy pillow, together with an assortment of cleaning products to prepare for the kidnapping, as dragon caves were rarely keen on sanitary conditions or basic royalty comfort. Some went as far as to question if the dragons didn´t just keep this up for a yearly remodeling, maybe associated with some mating season. However, such questions were usually left to the more philosophical people, as the majority was contempt to enjoy prizes or sulk in defeat or comment about the annual race to rescue the princess, whose participants were announced right after the fireworks, simultaneously in several podiums across Galandir. From there, spies and information brokers would convey the participants to Hollowtown, spread through rumors, and of course they would participate too. In return for not having to actually announce their teams, they simply got the same prize as anyone else, in the form of the ransom for the princess.
As soon as the sounds faded, the conversations about the joust from last Tuesday faded a little as hundreds of darting eyes stared at the fat man in black robes climbing up to the podium. With two mages casting up a spell to increase the volume of his voice and make it echo across the nearby streets, the man opened up the scroll and began proudly reading through it out loud.
"Sir Jackstone Rockbitter! Galant Heiter! The falcon trainers guild! The eagle trainers guild! The gryphon trainers guild!..." Each name was announced with the proper dignity of the citizens of Galandir, and every time, it was met with nods and indignations, with the sounds of people scribbling down the names in notes, gamblers chugging down a bear and bookies counting their coins to know how much they earned from the bets regarding who´d participate that year. Really, only one bet was not allowed, Sir Halley Grace, last year´s champion, (for the second year in a row). Almost everyone had a grin on their faces, it seemed like it would be another exciting race. But suddenly the grins were the only sound left. The voice of the announcer had grown silent, as he opened and closed the paper, looked around almost desperate for something, a single drop of sweat rolling down his face. Whispers and mutters waved through the crowd, what was wrong, what was happening? The announcer finally regained composure, breathed in deeply and revealed the identity of the last participant. "And lastly, but...not least.... J...Jizzytown!"
Silence fell even deeper than last time, but a single clap burst the bubble into an explosion of laughter. The mages even had to disable their magic to prevent everyone from going deaf with the amplified outcry, some nearly choked on their drinks and meals, the rarest event of a bookie dropping coins actually came to place, one could even swear the clouds and birds themselves were laughing as well. A gold-ornamented knight climbed on to the podium and patted the back of the announcer who gave him a nervous smile.
"Haha! This is a first, an announcer with a sense of humor. Gerald, I knew it was a good thing I recommended you for the job! Black cats, broken mirrors, misfortune all of those can come bite my ass! But how about letting all these fair people know who the final participant is?" The knight requested, leaning on the man and peaking at the scroll. His eyes shot wide, and the man in black robes gulped in response, then sighing.
"I don´t know if it´s more strange or unfortunate, but Sir Jackstone... Jizzytown really IS the final participant."
Gerald was out of the job the next day and forbidden from exercising any public duties until his bad luck expired in 7 years.
One Week Earlier
(Lupi´s POV)
Telekinetics bump into each other creating air traffic, brutes carried huge chunks of meat (except that one skinny vegetarian brute), a scout bumped into a trash can with mouse traps from the house she tried to rob attached to her, a cultist clucked like a chicken after a curse backfired when he tried to use it on another cleric who was trying to skip the line... Everyone was excited about today´s event, although nobody really knew what it was all about. Surprisingly enough, the ones that had arrived first were those lunatics "from another world", who couldn´t even perform proper magic. Still, nobody here was really up to anything "proper". Jizzytown was the places all failures were sent to, nobody here could do a dam thing. Living together was more of a solidarity thing, the result of some´s pity towards the others and the fact that the rest was also forced to live in this place. Going out of Jizzytown unaccompanied? Not into another city. Unless you wanted to get stabbed and robbed in Hollowtown. Some of us were actually under the impression that we were quite strong, though, in spite of the fact the majority had already accepted that wasn´t the case. Even someone like me, sent here from my sheer age (and speech deficiencies) was aware of it. So, most of the times we were asked to gather in the "town hall" (a repurposed shrine that had flooded so bad it sank and got stuck in the middle of that newly made lake near the towncenter) we kind of expected someone to be bragging about how powerful they were and what they would do one day. And everyone would leave with a yawn and return to their lives. Because really, apart from the occasional mess some poorly made potion caused or any other accident caused by the inhabitants of the town themselves, what was there to even do but live a normal routine life? We couldn´t participate in the world out there...
One good thing about our "town hall" was the fact that it was so small. With the feedback accidents from the few of us who actually knew how to perform sound enhancing spells, we had given up the idea of using anything but our own voices altogether. So, given size, we were all still close enough to hear what the mayor had to say. Everyone hurried in to get inside and fetch a good seat, hence, instead of ending up having to listen from the outside and risk sinking into the lake or catching allergies from the magical pollen-defense trees outside. A stupid idea, but this was Jizzytown. I took the first corner I could find that was minimally free and sat down. I couldn´t afford to really stay too far away from the center, considering my height, but if I sat next to the stairs I should still get comfortable enough. My tail waggled a little from getting a nice spot this time, and I held on to my staff close to me, just in case a thief tried taking the opportunity to steal it or my seat.
"Good morning folks, I know you..." The mayor began.
"Shut up and get to the point already! I´m bored!" A roughed up, almost coughing voice was heard from the back. That was Ram, an illusionist with the patience and attention span of a drunk raging minotaur. The man cleared his throat, and continued (clearly stressed).
"Ah, ok, I, well, hum... We´re participating in the princess rescuing race this year!"
One could practically hear the crickets as the message sank in. What followed was a nearly collective
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?" from every citzen of Jizzytown.
@Captain Spooks @ScatteredStars @animegirl20 @Stormyface @TrippyVirus @MrNeko
@Wickedkent @Mena @CellistCat606 @Ranix Aurus @WavyLikePasta @TerrinX @Ultraman @Livson
@Legend
@SP3CT3R @billthesomething @FemTheHufflepuffRiceball
Ranix Aurus
Languishing in Progress
Jizzytown is a safe place, that was what Pa said. Jizzytown is relaxing, that was what Ma said. Kulrath Edna Sefir (the 2nd) had been drilled that concept since his birth seven years ago. Galandir was hopeless, Pa said. Hollowtown was scary, Ma said. However, even a seven-years-old could tell that this place, Jizzytown, was a lunatic center. Everyday there was a stray mage crashing into his bedroom on the second floor. Their reason? Chasing a butterfly. Now maybe that's the reason why Pa and Ma insisted to have their room at ground floor...
Other than that, life was simple. Wake up, eat Ma's cooking, then go play and do whatever he wanted. Maybe he should play with that cat-faced dog again...who knows? But then he crossed over the park near his residential area, and his eyes fell over Yeth.
One day, something fell down from Galandir. It was common occurrence here. Something always fell down to Jizzytown. Usually it was some crazy person, or stupid person, or both if they were lucky that day. That time, it was Yeth. Yeth was...something. He (it?) had a body of well-built muscular man, dressed only in black speedo for whatever reason, but that face...that head of his was basically a ball with beady eyes and two rabbit ears protruding on the top.
Nobody tried to ask Yeth. They were too busy frozen in place from seeing such weird combination. And Yeth didn't wait for confirmation. He simply raised his hand -really muscular, those arms- and said with the straightest voice possible that was known to man,
"Hello."
"Hello," the residents replied back.
And that was how Yeth started to live in that park. His everyday routine was crouching atop the park pedestal in squatting position, as if he was taking a crap (or maybe he IS taking a crap? who knows). People passing by would give him a carrot sometimes. Kulrath did it today as well. He approached Yeth, carrot dangling on his hand, and pushed it up toward his face.
The rabbit-man's beady eyes sparkled upon seeing the carrot. He took the carrot with his fingertips, veeeery slooowly and carefully, and then glomped it in one go. Then he return back to his taking a crap position.
Oh well, a boy can only be entertained by a Yeth for so long. So he ran toward the city hall instead. People were gathering there, and where people gather something interesting might happen right?
That night when he told his parents that Jizzytown was participating in rescuing the Princess, they fainted.
Other than that, life was simple. Wake up, eat Ma's cooking, then go play and do whatever he wanted. Maybe he should play with that cat-faced dog again...who knows? But then he crossed over the park near his residential area, and his eyes fell over Yeth.
One day, something fell down from Galandir. It was common occurrence here. Something always fell down to Jizzytown. Usually it was some crazy person, or stupid person, or both if they were lucky that day. That time, it was Yeth. Yeth was...something. He (it?) had a body of well-built muscular man, dressed only in black speedo for whatever reason, but that face...that head of his was basically a ball with beady eyes and two rabbit ears protruding on the top.
Nobody tried to ask Yeth. They were too busy frozen in place from seeing such weird combination. And Yeth didn't wait for confirmation. He simply raised his hand -really muscular, those arms- and said with the straightest voice possible that was known to man,
"Hello."
"Hello," the residents replied back.
And that was how Yeth started to live in that park. His everyday routine was crouching atop the park pedestal in squatting position, as if he was taking a crap (or maybe he IS taking a crap? who knows). People passing by would give him a carrot sometimes. Kulrath did it today as well. He approached Yeth, carrot dangling on his hand, and pushed it up toward his face.
The rabbit-man's beady eyes sparkled upon seeing the carrot. He took the carrot with his fingertips, veeeery slooowly and carefully, and then glomped it in one go. Then he return back to his taking a crap position.
Oh well, a boy can only be entertained by a Yeth for so long. So he ran toward the city hall instead. People were gathering there, and where people gather something interesting might happen right?
That night when he told his parents that Jizzytown was participating in rescuing the Princess, they fainted.
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Stormyface
CADIA STANDS
Nokyx sat at a roadside cafe, doing his best to hide from those magicians trying to do the tablecloth thing.
He sipped his drink and muttered something profane about dogs, nursing some scratches on his arm.
A town crier ran by, slipping and pitching himself facefirst into the mud. After the cafe patrons stopped laughing, he stood up and relayed his message.
"Jizzytown is participating in the princess rescue!"
Nokyx spewed his drink halfway across the street.
"WHAT!?"
"It's true! The mayor said so!"
The crier ran off to tell the rest of the city not in attendance.
"Princess rescue... HA!"
"..."
"I've got a wonderful idea..."
A few hours and some digging through trash piles later, and Nokyx had set up a stand near the city gates, selling equipment to adventurers.
Sure, the best sword of the lot was army standard issue, but the demand would probably push the price up by a fair margin.
"Rope? Bombs*? It's yours, my friend, as long as you have enough gold!"
*Gourds filled with gunpowder
He sipped his drink and muttered something profane about dogs, nursing some scratches on his arm.
A town crier ran by, slipping and pitching himself facefirst into the mud. After the cafe patrons stopped laughing, he stood up and relayed his message.
"Jizzytown is participating in the princess rescue!"
Nokyx spewed his drink halfway across the street.
"WHAT!?"
"It's true! The mayor said so!"
The crier ran off to tell the rest of the city not in attendance.
"Princess rescue... HA!"
"..."
"I've got a wonderful idea..."
A few hours and some digging through trash piles later, and Nokyx had set up a stand near the city gates, selling equipment to adventurers.
Sure, the best sword of the lot was army standard issue, but the demand would probably push the price up by a fair margin.
"Rope? Bombs*? It's yours, my friend, as long as you have enough gold!"
*Gourds filled with gunpowder
Stormyface
CADIA STANDS
"...I dunno..."
"Look, in all the books and plays, the hero starts out with a crappy weapon and works his way up to bigger things. It's tradition. You could maybe find something like this in a treasure hoard... or purchase it from me for just 15G!"
"Why, I don't know what I was thinking! Here you go, sir!"
Nokyx handed the rusty sword to the would-be adventurer and cackled to himself, turning to deposit his wealth into the money--
...
Where's the money box?
Wait.
That kid...
"TAFF IT ALL!" Nokyx shouted, kicking at a rusted hunk posing as a shield. All it earned him was a stubbed toe...
"OWWWW!"
((not letting this die not letting this die not letting this die I've waited two months for this))
"Look, in all the books and plays, the hero starts out with a crappy weapon and works his way up to bigger things. It's tradition. You could maybe find something like this in a treasure hoard... or purchase it from me for just 15G!"
"Why, I don't know what I was thinking! Here you go, sir!"
Nokyx handed the rusty sword to the would-be adventurer and cackled to himself, turning to deposit his wealth into the money--
...
Where's the money box?
Wait.
That kid...
"TAFF IT ALL!" Nokyx shouted, kicking at a rusted hunk posing as a shield. All it earned him was a stubbed toe...
"OWWWW!"
((not letting this die not letting this die not letting this die I've waited two months for this))
Ranix Aurus
Languishing in Progress
Kulrath Edna Sefir (the 2nd) stared at the young man who'd just kicked on a dubious-looking shield. The day was boring, his friends were boring, the only interesting thing happened was his parents' reaction upon hearing the announcement last night. He'd been watching shifty people buying shifty things in the man's "shop" for a while now, and also when some kids took away his money box without him noticing.
"Mister, you're stupid," the kid sighed. A basket containing loads of carrots was dangling on his left arm. He took one and put it up on his right. A big, muscular guy with a rabbit head chewed on it instantly.
The kid was bored, so he took Yeth on a walk, luring him with the carrots.
"Mister, you're stupid," the kid sighed. A basket containing loads of carrots was dangling on his left arm. He took one and put it up on his right. A big, muscular guy with a rabbit head chewed on it instantly.
The kid was bored, so he took Yeth on a walk, luring him with the carrots.
Stormyface
CADIA STANDS
Nokyx growled, quickly shutting down the stand and taking his wares with him.
"Did you say something to me, kid? Did you forget where we are? Everyone here is stupid. In some way or another. But I'm the only one with enough ambition to--WAIT JUST A MINUTE!"
Nokyx ran to the child and grabbed him by the collar.
"You were the bait! Those thieves had you come around here with that... thing, so I'd be distracted! Where's my money!?"
@Ranix Aurus
((Paranoia))
"Did you say something to me, kid? Did you forget where we are? Everyone here is stupid. In some way or another. But I'm the only one with enough ambition to--WAIT JUST A MINUTE!"
Nokyx ran to the child and grabbed him by the collar.
"You were the bait! Those thieves had you come around here with that... thing, so I'd be distracted! Where's my money!?"
@Ranix Aurus
((Paranoia))
Ranix Aurus
Languishing in Progress
The kid choked when the man grabbed him on the collar, but he was rather focused on something else he'd said. "...Everyone here is stupid? Really? I KNEW it! See Yeth, I'm not the only one who thought so!"
...Kid also a bit screwed in the head.
But Yeth was not having that. For one thing, this stranger was hurting the person feeding him carrot. Also the carrot basket fell down from the sudden assault. All those spoilt carrots...the muscular rabbit-head grabbed the kid away from the young man so hard the kid's shirt got torn off.
"Waah! Nooo Yeth whyyy, my mom gonna be so angry, waah!"
Dismissing the kid's reaction, Yeth was now glaring at the young man, a low growl coming out from his mouth.
@Stormyface
...Kid also a bit screwed in the head.
But Yeth was not having that. For one thing, this stranger was hurting the person feeding him carrot. Also the carrot basket fell down from the sudden assault. All those spoilt carrots...the muscular rabbit-head grabbed the kid away from the young man so hard the kid's shirt got torn off.
"Waah! Nooo Yeth whyyy, my mom gonna be so angry, waah!"
Dismissing the kid's reaction, Yeth was now glaring at the young man, a low growl coming out from his mouth.
@Stormyface
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Stormyface
CADIA STANDS
Nokyx was not about to be deterred.
"And you! You're all illegal immigrants! Demihuman refugees are turning this country into one of those glorified warzones in the desert. Taking all our jobs and women, that's what you're doing."
Nokyx unsheathed his slightly used, army standard issue sword.
"Well, I've had enough! Don't you know carrots are bad for rabbits, anyway? There's too much sugar in them, that's how we killed them back home!"
@Ranix Aurus
"And you! You're all illegal immigrants! Demihuman refugees are turning this country into one of those glorified warzones in the desert. Taking all our jobs and women, that's what you're doing."
Nokyx unsheathed his slightly used, army standard issue sword.
"Well, I've had enough! Don't you know carrots are bad for rabbits, anyway? There's too much sugar in them, that's how we killed them back home!"
@Ranix Aurus
DemetrioMachete
Messiah of the New Night
Today was an eventful day.
Lyle had only taken his first few breaths of Jizzytown; having been locked in his molded and mildewed wood and stone home for most of his life. During that time, though, he had been "training" himself to be as much of an upstanding citizen as he could be. That "training" simply consisted of reading through the Epic of the Northwind Paladins at least 24 times, memorizing their lines, poses and mannerisms down to an artform, and generally being a nice person. The first time Lyle took in Jizzytown, he was legitimately mesmerized. Birds flew into windows, animals and slimes lingered in the streets, and people seemed socially unskilled, like Lyle's own brother, he thought. Everything looked so structurally unsound, and yet it managed to stay intact, mostly. To someone like Lyle, this was absolutely amazing. Jizzytown was such a marvelous place, he thought! Full of architectural geniuses!
It looked rather untidy, though. The streets were mossy and cracked, not to mention there was mud everywhere. It then dawned on the young man that this could be his first contribution to society! Even the youngest of the Northwind Paladins had his start as a beggar, starting small was no big issue.
With a moist rag in hand, Lyle fell to his knees in the Jizzytown streets, and so he began to scrub the cracked streets. By the time his rag was so coated in grime it would never clean again, he had only cleansed perhaps a good 6 foot strip of the street. Still, it was progress!
To reward his efforts of community service, the young man dressed in wooden armor decided he'd try to go and be social. The navigation of Jizzytown proved to be jarring to him.. everything seemed so awfully disorganized. Why, he even trotted down a flight of stairs only to realize there was a 50 foot drop at the end of it!
When he finally did find some other folks, they had news for him.
"Jizzytown is participatin' in the Princess Rescue!"
Lyle gasped in excitement. It was almost exactly like the Northwind Paladins, chapter 140! A wide smile found Lyle's face as he giddily hopped in place, raising his hand up high and shouting his voice at a volume even higher.
"I volunteer! I volunteer! I, Lyle Andercres, volunteer to rescue the Princess!" his echoed quite far on the sky.. after hearing it's potent echo, Lyle felt like everyone in Jizzytown must have heard him; even the people trying to sleep. It was then that a look of guilt overtook him as he quietly apologized.. to Jizzytown.
"S-sorry..."
@Idea
@Stormyface
Lyle had only taken his first few breaths of Jizzytown; having been locked in his molded and mildewed wood and stone home for most of his life. During that time, though, he had been "training" himself to be as much of an upstanding citizen as he could be. That "training" simply consisted of reading through the Epic of the Northwind Paladins at least 24 times, memorizing their lines, poses and mannerisms down to an artform, and generally being a nice person. The first time Lyle took in Jizzytown, he was legitimately mesmerized. Birds flew into windows, animals and slimes lingered in the streets, and people seemed socially unskilled, like Lyle's own brother, he thought. Everything looked so structurally unsound, and yet it managed to stay intact, mostly. To someone like Lyle, this was absolutely amazing. Jizzytown was such a marvelous place, he thought! Full of architectural geniuses!
It looked rather untidy, though. The streets were mossy and cracked, not to mention there was mud everywhere. It then dawned on the young man that this could be his first contribution to society! Even the youngest of the Northwind Paladins had his start as a beggar, starting small was no big issue.
With a moist rag in hand, Lyle fell to his knees in the Jizzytown streets, and so he began to scrub the cracked streets. By the time his rag was so coated in grime it would never clean again, he had only cleansed perhaps a good 6 foot strip of the street. Still, it was progress!
To reward his efforts of community service, the young man dressed in wooden armor decided he'd try to go and be social. The navigation of Jizzytown proved to be jarring to him.. everything seemed so awfully disorganized. Why, he even trotted down a flight of stairs only to realize there was a 50 foot drop at the end of it!
When he finally did find some other folks, they had news for him.
"Jizzytown is participatin' in the Princess Rescue!"
Lyle gasped in excitement. It was almost exactly like the Northwind Paladins, chapter 140! A wide smile found Lyle's face as he giddily hopped in place, raising his hand up high and shouting his voice at a volume even higher.
"I volunteer! I volunteer! I, Lyle Andercres, volunteer to rescue the Princess!" his echoed quite far on the sky.. after hearing it's potent echo, Lyle felt like everyone in Jizzytown must have heard him; even the people trying to sleep. It was then that a look of guilt overtook him as he quietly apologized.. to Jizzytown.
"S-sorry..."
@Idea
@Stormyface
Stormyface
CADIA STANDS
A wandering drunk man heavily patted the boy's shoulder.
"s'alright, whippersnap. happn's ya tha best o' us."
The drunk promptly vomited over the strip of clean street and passed out, muttering something about 'unconstitutional'.
@DemetrioMachete
"s'alright, whippersnap. happn's ya tha best o' us."
The drunk promptly vomited over the strip of clean street and passed out, muttering something about 'unconstitutional'.
@DemetrioMachete
Ranix Aurus
Languishing in Progress
"Mister, this is not a rabbit, this is Yeth," the kid said while trying to cover his chest which had been exposed when his shirt got torn.
Yeth, on the other hand, didn't flinch from the sight of the sword. Rather, he stood in a proper fighting stance, preparing to parry the sword when necessary. His brain might be the epitome of dementia, but his body still remember the battle regiment drilled into his very physical core.
"Mister? Yeth? Why are you guys looking scary like that..." the kid shivered. "We're not immigrants, I don't even like women. They're yucky!"
Totally missing the point there are you, kid?
He grabbed Yeth from behind, trying to stop him from doing anything to the young man. "W-wait, wait, I got it! What if we help you catch the thief, Mister? Yeth can sniff! He can track down the thief by sniffing! ...That's what a Yeth can do, isn't it...?" He glanced at the bunny head above him, somewhat unsure with his statement.
@Stormyface
Yeth, on the other hand, didn't flinch from the sight of the sword. Rather, he stood in a proper fighting stance, preparing to parry the sword when necessary. His brain might be the epitome of dementia, but his body still remember the battle regiment drilled into his very physical core.
"Mister? Yeth? Why are you guys looking scary like that..." the kid shivered. "We're not immigrants, I don't even like women. They're yucky!"
Totally missing the point there are you, kid?
He grabbed Yeth from behind, trying to stop him from doing anything to the young man. "W-wait, wait, I got it! What if we help you catch the thief, Mister? Yeth can sniff! He can track down the thief by sniffing! ...That's what a Yeth can do, isn't it...?" He glanced at the bunny head above him, somewhat unsure with his statement.
@Stormyface
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Stormyface
CADIA STANDS
Nokyx perked up.
"Sniff? Catch the thieves?"
He grinned and began rubbing his hands together.
"I accept! Come now, Yeth can sniff out the thieves, I'll beat the snot out of them, and you can watch. What's your name, kid?"
Nokyx began walking off in the direction the thieves went (they did go this way, right..?)
@Ranix Aurus
"Sniff? Catch the thieves?"
He grinned and began rubbing his hands together.
"I accept! Come now, Yeth can sniff out the thieves, I'll beat the snot out of them, and you can watch. What's your name, kid?"
Nokyx began walking off in the direction the thieves went (they did go this way, right..?)
@Ranix Aurus
Ranix Aurus
Languishing in Progress
The kid looked more bright after the young man got happier. This looked interesting after all, moreso that purely taking Yeth on a walk.
"My name, Mister, is Kulrath Edna Sefir (the 2nd). My father is Kulrath Rankar Sefir! He's famous around here! Famous for...uh...umm...I can't remember..." he pondered a bit before pointing to a direction 120 degrees to the left of where the young peddler went to. "By the way didn't the thief went this way?"
...nope, clearly they didn't...?
Yeth, on the other hand, started sniffing the ground like a dog. Because rabbit can follow someone's smell...? Made no sense, but whatever. Yeth, however, took a direction completely different from the two.
...okay, so where's the real direction...
@Stormyface
"My name, Mister, is Kulrath Edna Sefir (the 2nd). My father is Kulrath Rankar Sefir! He's famous around here! Famous for...uh...umm...I can't remember..." he pondered a bit before pointing to a direction 120 degrees to the left of where the young peddler went to. "By the way didn't the thief went this way?"
...nope, clearly they didn't...?
Yeth, on the other hand, started sniffing the ground like a dog. Because rabbit can follow someone's smell...? Made no sense, but whatever. Yeth, however, took a direction completely different from the two.
...okay, so where's the real direction...
@Stormyface
Stormyface
CADIA STANDS
Nokyx swerved around and began following the bunny.
"I was just testing you. Onward!"
He began humming the tune to an insurgent's song ("it's really catchy") and shooting glares at hobos picking through the garbage.
@Ranix Aurus
"I was just testing you. Onward!"
He began humming the tune to an insurgent's song ("it's really catchy") and shooting glares at hobos picking through the garbage.
@Ranix Aurus
Ranix Aurus
Languishing in Progress
The kid followed beside Yeth, humming along the young man although the kid's tone was way off. Once in a while he pulled a carrot from the basket, pat the dust off it, and fed Yeth. The creature shuffled a bit from his original direction because of this.
They kept walking for quite a while until Kuldrath suddenly reached an epiphany.
"Oh, I remember now. My pa is famous for having the worst sense of direction in the city! My ma said if he let pa out by himself even for a minute he'll wander off for a month before someone noticed him and brought him back here."
@Stormyface
They kept walking for quite a while until Kuldrath suddenly reached an epiphany.
"Oh, I remember now. My pa is famous for having the worst sense of direction in the city! My ma said if he let pa out by himself even for a minute he'll wander off for a month before someone noticed him and brought him back here."
@Stormyface
Stormyface
CADIA STANDS
Nokyx chuckled.
"Oh, that guy. I let him out of the house once. It was a hazing thing for a gang I joined. They got eaten by rats, though. Crappy gang..."
He kicked at a rock, which richocheted off a wall and back into his shin.
"Ow! Son of a--THIEVES! COME BACK HERE!"
Nokyx began running after a group of small children in rags, waving his sword about.
"HEY, I RECOGNIZE YOU! IZAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
@Ranix Aurus
"Oh, that guy. I let him out of the house once. It was a hazing thing for a gang I joined. They got eaten by rats, though. Crappy gang..."
He kicked at a rock, which richocheted off a wall and back into his shin.
"Ow! Son of a--THIEVES! COME BACK HERE!"
Nokyx began running after a group of small children in rags, waving his sword about.
"HEY, I RECOGNIZE YOU! IZAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
@Ranix Aurus
Ranix Aurus
Languishing in Progress
Kuldrath was feeding Yeth another carrot when he realized that the 'peddler' had ran off by his own toward a group of children. "OH NO! Yeth, please do something!"
The rabbit-head quickly leap toward him, seemingly intending to knock him down. Only that he overused his strength, resulting in him rolling into the peddler, and keep on going into the group of children who were now screaming for their lives.
A series of crash and smash later, everyone was laying on the ground, bruise all over their body.
"You guys finally stopped. I got tired of chasing you..." Kuldrath calmly said, still totally missing the point. "Mister peddler, they're not the thieves. They're mah friend. This is Alex..."
"Ouch back my hurt...Kud? Doing what you here are? ...That Yeth is?" the boy Kuldrath pointed at, Alex, started to get up.
"Alex, I still can't understand what you're saying, but I'm chasing a thief for this Mister peddler."
"Thief?" He stared at Kuldrath. "Lost got you again? North thief usually goes ward, district this they to does go not."
@Stormyface (also yes that's how he talk)
The rabbit-head quickly leap toward him, seemingly intending to knock him down. Only that he overused his strength, resulting in him rolling into the peddler, and keep on going into the group of children who were now screaming for their lives.
A series of crash and smash later, everyone was laying on the ground, bruise all over their body.
"You guys finally stopped. I got tired of chasing you..." Kuldrath calmly said, still totally missing the point. "Mister peddler, they're not the thieves. They're mah friend. This is Alex..."
"Ouch back my hurt...Kud? Doing what you here are? ...That Yeth is?" the boy Kuldrath pointed at, Alex, started to get up.
"Alex, I still can't understand what you're saying, but I'm chasing a thief for this Mister peddler."
"Thief?" He stared at Kuldrath. "Lost got you again? North thief usually goes ward, district this they to does go not."
@Stormyface (also yes that's how he talk)
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CADIA STANDS
"The ward? I knew we were going the wrong way! Nobody ever listens to me! And what's with you? More immigrants! Aaagh!!"
Nokyx untangled himself from the pile of bodies.
"I curse you!" he shouted, with some hand waving and black mist.
"You're never going to lose your--uh, kiss a girl! I curse you to a life of loneliness! AAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH!!!"
Nokyx began sprinting to the ward district.
"Now for those thieves!"
@Ranix Aurus
Nokyx untangled himself from the pile of bodies.
"I curse you!" he shouted, with some hand waving and black mist.
"You're never going to lose your--uh, kiss a girl! I curse you to a life of loneliness! AAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH!!!"
Nokyx began sprinting to the ward district.
"Now for those thieves!"
@Ranix Aurus
Ranix Aurus
Languishing in Progress
Whatever just happened? The children just stared at him like he was crazy. Actually he might be crazy, it was Jizzytown after all.
"Wah, Yeth, we need to follow him or he might crash to another of my friend! Bye Alex, guys!" Kuldrath waved at the kids while chasing the peddler.
"Uh...yes, okay. Kud!"
"What?" He turned back toward Alex while still running.
"Crazy that goes person way that. Direction you're wrong going..."
Kuldrath stopped. "Oh..."
Yeth took initiative and just scooped the boy over to his shoulder, and start chasing at the peddler at top speed. It was quite a sight. A young man sprinting like a madman, while a muscular guy with rabbit head running beside him with the pose of a pro marathon runner with a boy atop his shoulder. First thing in people's mind should be a kidnapping scene.
"Mister peddler, please wait until I see the kids first.." Kuldrath pouted.
@Stormyface
"Wah, Yeth, we need to follow him or he might crash to another of my friend! Bye Alex, guys!" Kuldrath waved at the kids while chasing the peddler.
"Uh...yes, okay. Kud!"
"What?" He turned back toward Alex while still running.
"Crazy that goes person way that. Direction you're wrong going..."
Kuldrath stopped. "Oh..."
Yeth took initiative and just scooped the boy over to his shoulder, and start chasing at the peddler at top speed. It was quite a sight. A young man sprinting like a madman, while a muscular guy with rabbit head running beside him with the pose of a pro marathon runner with a boy atop his shoulder. First thing in people's mind should be a kidnapping scene.
"Mister peddler, please wait until I see the kids first.." Kuldrath pouted.
@Stormyface
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CADIA STANDS
Nokyx kept running.
"The party doesn't stop until my body drops, child! And my name's Nokyx!"
The peddler prince of darkness looked around the ward district, trying to spot anyone who might have been the thief.
"I bet it was--"
His eyes widened.
"IZAYAAAAAA!"
Nokyx began chasing a vaguely Eastern looking kid, carrying a familiar box.
@Ranix Aurus
"The party doesn't stop until my body drops, child! And my name's Nokyx!"
The peddler prince of darkness looked around the ward district, trying to spot anyone who might have been the thief.
"I bet it was--"
His eyes widened.
"IZAYAAAAAA!"
Nokyx began chasing a vaguely Eastern looking kid, carrying a familiar box.
@Ranix Aurus
Ranix Aurus
Languishing in Progress
Kuldrath was horrified when Nokyx started to rush into someone else.
"Mister ped...Nokyx! Don't go! That's......actually I don't know who that is. Go ahead."
Yeth immediately followed suit, rushing toward the kid right behind Nokyx. A stuff of nightmare for that kid, for sure.
@Stormyface
"Mister ped...Nokyx! Don't go! That's......actually I don't know who that is. Go ahead."
Yeth immediately followed suit, rushing toward the kid right behind Nokyx. A stuff of nightmare for that kid, for sure.
@Stormyface
Stormyface
CADIA STANDS
"I TOLD YOU NEVER TO COME HERE AGAIN!" Nokyx shouted, throwing rocks toward his target.
Izaya(?) decided he didn't want to get hurt over money, and pitched the box into a trash pile. Nokyx grabbed it and opened it, gingerly.
"Its still there!" he sighed, clutching the box to his chest and sighing contentedly. He looked at Yeth and held the box away from him.
"No! You can't have it! It's mine, everything's mine!"
@Ranix Aurus
Izaya(?) decided he didn't want to get hurt over money, and pitched the box into a trash pile. Nokyx grabbed it and opened it, gingerly.
"Its still there!" he sighed, clutching the box to his chest and sighing contentedly. He looked at Yeth and held the box away from him.
"No! You can't have it! It's mine, everything's mine!"
@Ranix Aurus
