Klimino Zepehphor
Personal hackey sack to Newspaper weilders
SETTLETOWN IS ALWAYS OPEN FOR NEWCOMERS TO JOIN, AND FOR PEOPLE TO CREATE NEW CHARACTERS IF THEIRS DIE, BUT AT SPECIFICALLY STATED IN GAME TIMES. POST IN THE OOC OR PM ME IF YOUR INTERESTED.
A gentle coolness set upon the earth that morning, dawns lights barely peaking above the twisting, darkened bark of the Western woods, as the company of misfits and mercenaries waited near the trail into the crevice of darkness, as the villagers in dreary silence stood with the ordered supplies for SettleTown, who came every weekstart to restock.
As not even the crickets dared to break through the morning fog and add a touch of life to the abysmal hopelessness of the scenery, the deafening silence was suddenly broken by the sound of hooves and wheels, of metal clanking together.
Turning quickly, the New hires, those fools who answered the darkness for petty coin, looked upon the trail as a very symbol of their new life charged out of the damnable woods and out into the open.
A armored, metal contraption the Carriage was, bolt and weld marks covering the many places where they had had to repair the contraption, even the drivers compartment armored and defended, spikes and blades covering the thing, its shape one made to break through a roadblock if necessary.
A disturbed, chaotic mess of a thing, the horses themselves in ramshackle armor, all six of them.
As silence drew on, the side door finally opened, and a grumpy, weathered older man, but not yet an elder, stepped out.
Without hesitation, the villagers started loading the Misfits and SettleTowns cargo into the Carriage, hardly phased at all by the sight, while the Man negotiated prices with village mayor.
After a passage of coin, the grumpy man turned to the new comers, and with a 'hmph' walked over to the fresh souls.
“you ere for ther job? Bah! Sorry lot if I ever saw one! Well get in ye fuckin slouches, its a long journey to SettleTown. And this Carriage dont stop during the night, meaning ther horses gotta rest in what little daylight this damned forest will give us.”
with that, and the last of the supplies loaded in, the Grump of a man stepped back into his metal monstrosity, as those addressed one by one fell into the contraption, hardly given time to sit in the cramped interior before the device started moving, door barely closed in time to keep everyone within.
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the trip into the forest, like one slowly passing into a nightmare was a long, sleepless thing, three days of tension and sleeplessness, the forest a slurr of sounds one could only recognize from the deepest pits of their blackened minds.
Every moment spent letting the horses rest was utter agony, the forest no less despairing in the little daylight it gave then in the night. While no attacks did come, eyes could often be seen in the forest, lurking, waiting perhaps for easier prey.
It was on the fourth day, as the trudged through the thick, stinking mud last nights dreary rain had produced, that the passengers of the metal coffin of a carriage heard an roar that peirced their very souls like a blade, and the crashing of something from the woods.
As they peered through the small slits in their metal fortress at the left side of the wall of trees, a massive, insanely large shape was seen crashing out of it, and suddenly the entire Carriage jerked hard to the right, as a blood curdling whine of a horse was heard.
A moment later it was silent, the Carriage turned nearly sideways, lucky to have stayed upright it seems.
Slowly, carefully, the crew of the metal monstrosity disembarked, only for the utter horror of what had happened to set in on them.
An entire horse was simply gone, torn directly off of its chained position, two large cuts into the blackness of the woods on either side of the ramshackle excuse for a road.
“Gods be damned if this keeps happening...” the grumpy man, know known to be Don as they had pried from him on their miserable journey, muttered out as he went and calmed the horses.
It was as he did this, that Don noticed the Wagon and the supplies stacked back on it had broken off.
“you lot, go check the damnable thing, save what you can, hah, tis your own shite anyways.”
so as the group slouched through the thickened mud to the clearly ruined wagon, the inspected the thing.
Luckily, most of their equipment was on or in the mud around it, but some items appeared to have been flung into the far reaches of non existence, leaving many in a even fouler mood.
After what supplies could be savaged were loaded into the wagon, making the interior quite muddy and now much more cramped, the Carriage started back up on its way.
“just bout a day to go.” Don piped up with a chuckle “better try to git some sleep, not that youll get much in this infernal thing.”
as the group sat in muck and misery for the last day, moods like old cheese, they, finally, arrived upon their new home.
SettleTown.
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MAP OF SETTLETOWN
http://i.imgur.com/lcPvKkR.png
grey is walls, sandy is cleared ground, mustard is cleared forest, brown is houses and buildings with the big one being an INN, lighter brown is a barricade.
Black dots are Mission points of interest.
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as they rode through the thick but quite battered gate of SettleTown into its interior, it was clear the Town was not in the best of condition. Sparsely populated as they could see in the dying light of the day, near on half the town was cut off by a large but hasty barricade, two cannon pointed down at the hole in the Towns stone walls down a ways.
As they stepped out into the crisp, summer air, what few men they appeared to feel they could spare started unloading the supplies and their gear, though they simply through their personal bits in a pile next to the thing. It was then, that a balding, smiling old man in typical Unmentionable Mayor robes approached them.
“oh,OH!” my friends, new comers to my home! Welcome, welcome! Thank you for accepting this most humble of jobs, oh how glad I am to see new, brave souls join our, ah, budding community!”
the mans smile was unnerving, never ending, a disturbed contrast to the dark atmosphere of the scrappared town.
“oh, but it is getting late, come, COME! Dinner is to be served in the inn, but we must get you settled in first no? Come come, grab your things and ill show you to your accommodations.”
after giving everyone a moment to grab as much of their belongings as they could, he lead them to one of the back buildings, the first two to the right having been mentioned as the Mayors and the ArmsMasters personal quarters.
“sadly the INNs second floor is, ah, in need of repairs, and what space is available is already taken up by other residents. You will for now have to make do with sharing with one another, though it should not be as cramped as your past few days.”
opening the door, the six newcomers were met with a quite depressing sight. Only three beds, olden mattresses upon them, all shoved in a single corner, with a large pile of old blankets sitting in the center of the room, with not a single hook or place to hang equipment or lanterns from.
“i do apologize for the less the wonderful accommodations, but we have, eh, had to compromise on what supplies we buy.”
clapping with his strange joyfullness, the mayor gave a small bow.
“ill leave you to get comfortable then, ill send Mr.Grimm, our ArmsMaster, to fetch you for supper in due time. H, I do thank you for joing us, we will try ot meet ot what needs of yours we can. If you need to, ah, relive yourself, simply ask someone out at the barricade to watch your back as you go in the outhouse on the other side.”
with that, the man left. One couldn't help but notice the skull he kept hanging off the back of his belt as he left them to their devices.
The mood was silent, as the gravity of their new job was finally allowed to set in.
this begrudgingly dis paring place was SettleTown, and they would most likely spend the rest, or at least a large portion if they were lucky, of their lives here.
LOST EQUIPMENT:
EVERYONE-
5 Days Rations
1and 2/3 Gallons of Water
Oleander Quick-
10 Pistol Rounds
2 Ounces of Ink
Blakemore Berodach-Baladan-
2 Logs of Firewood
1 Oz of Ink
Ezzion a’Zell-
10 Pages of Paper
2 torches
Iulius Praetorius-
3 torches
2 Feet of Bandages
Heraklius of Palladia-
5 Pistol Rounds
10 Rifle Rounds
2 Pages of Paper
3 Flints
1 PoundKeg of Gunpowder
Rodea Cain-
Wagon
2 Spare Strings
5 Hunters Arrows
5 Knightslayer Arrows
1 Set of Clothes
(from here ill give everyone a moment to do IC thoughts and talk among eachother)
A gentle coolness set upon the earth that morning, dawns lights barely peaking above the twisting, darkened bark of the Western woods, as the company of misfits and mercenaries waited near the trail into the crevice of darkness, as the villagers in dreary silence stood with the ordered supplies for SettleTown, who came every weekstart to restock.
As not even the crickets dared to break through the morning fog and add a touch of life to the abysmal hopelessness of the scenery, the deafening silence was suddenly broken by the sound of hooves and wheels, of metal clanking together.
Turning quickly, the New hires, those fools who answered the darkness for petty coin, looked upon the trail as a very symbol of their new life charged out of the damnable woods and out into the open.
A armored, metal contraption the Carriage was, bolt and weld marks covering the many places where they had had to repair the contraption, even the drivers compartment armored and defended, spikes and blades covering the thing, its shape one made to break through a roadblock if necessary.
A disturbed, chaotic mess of a thing, the horses themselves in ramshackle armor, all six of them.
As silence drew on, the side door finally opened, and a grumpy, weathered older man, but not yet an elder, stepped out.
Without hesitation, the villagers started loading the Misfits and SettleTowns cargo into the Carriage, hardly phased at all by the sight, while the Man negotiated prices with village mayor.
After a passage of coin, the grumpy man turned to the new comers, and with a 'hmph' walked over to the fresh souls.
“you ere for ther job? Bah! Sorry lot if I ever saw one! Well get in ye fuckin slouches, its a long journey to SettleTown. And this Carriage dont stop during the night, meaning ther horses gotta rest in what little daylight this damned forest will give us.”
with that, and the last of the supplies loaded in, the Grump of a man stepped back into his metal monstrosity, as those addressed one by one fell into the contraption, hardly given time to sit in the cramped interior before the device started moving, door barely closed in time to keep everyone within.
/\/\/\/\
\/\/\/\/
the trip into the forest, like one slowly passing into a nightmare was a long, sleepless thing, three days of tension and sleeplessness, the forest a slurr of sounds one could only recognize from the deepest pits of their blackened minds.
Every moment spent letting the horses rest was utter agony, the forest no less despairing in the little daylight it gave then in the night. While no attacks did come, eyes could often be seen in the forest, lurking, waiting perhaps for easier prey.
It was on the fourth day, as the trudged through the thick, stinking mud last nights dreary rain had produced, that the passengers of the metal coffin of a carriage heard an roar that peirced their very souls like a blade, and the crashing of something from the woods.
As they peered through the small slits in their metal fortress at the left side of the wall of trees, a massive, insanely large shape was seen crashing out of it, and suddenly the entire Carriage jerked hard to the right, as a blood curdling whine of a horse was heard.
A moment later it was silent, the Carriage turned nearly sideways, lucky to have stayed upright it seems.
Slowly, carefully, the crew of the metal monstrosity disembarked, only for the utter horror of what had happened to set in on them.
An entire horse was simply gone, torn directly off of its chained position, two large cuts into the blackness of the woods on either side of the ramshackle excuse for a road.
“Gods be damned if this keeps happening...” the grumpy man, know known to be Don as they had pried from him on their miserable journey, muttered out as he went and calmed the horses.
It was as he did this, that Don noticed the Wagon and the supplies stacked back on it had broken off.
“you lot, go check the damnable thing, save what you can, hah, tis your own shite anyways.”
so as the group slouched through the thickened mud to the clearly ruined wagon, the inspected the thing.
Luckily, most of their equipment was on or in the mud around it, but some items appeared to have been flung into the far reaches of non existence, leaving many in a even fouler mood.
After what supplies could be savaged were loaded into the wagon, making the interior quite muddy and now much more cramped, the Carriage started back up on its way.
“just bout a day to go.” Don piped up with a chuckle “better try to git some sleep, not that youll get much in this infernal thing.”
as the group sat in muck and misery for the last day, moods like old cheese, they, finally, arrived upon their new home.
SettleTown.
/\/\/\/\
\/\/\/\/
MAP OF SETTLETOWN
http://i.imgur.com/lcPvKkR.png
grey is walls, sandy is cleared ground, mustard is cleared forest, brown is houses and buildings with the big one being an INN, lighter brown is a barricade.
Black dots are Mission points of interest.
/\/\/\/\
\/\/\/\/
as they rode through the thick but quite battered gate of SettleTown into its interior, it was clear the Town was not in the best of condition. Sparsely populated as they could see in the dying light of the day, near on half the town was cut off by a large but hasty barricade, two cannon pointed down at the hole in the Towns stone walls down a ways.
As they stepped out into the crisp, summer air, what few men they appeared to feel they could spare started unloading the supplies and their gear, though they simply through their personal bits in a pile next to the thing. It was then, that a balding, smiling old man in typical Unmentionable Mayor robes approached them.
“oh,OH!” my friends, new comers to my home! Welcome, welcome! Thank you for accepting this most humble of jobs, oh how glad I am to see new, brave souls join our, ah, budding community!”
the mans smile was unnerving, never ending, a disturbed contrast to the dark atmosphere of the scrappared town.
“oh, but it is getting late, come, COME! Dinner is to be served in the inn, but we must get you settled in first no? Come come, grab your things and ill show you to your accommodations.”
after giving everyone a moment to grab as much of their belongings as they could, he lead them to one of the back buildings, the first two to the right having been mentioned as the Mayors and the ArmsMasters personal quarters.
“sadly the INNs second floor is, ah, in need of repairs, and what space is available is already taken up by other residents. You will for now have to make do with sharing with one another, though it should not be as cramped as your past few days.”
opening the door, the six newcomers were met with a quite depressing sight. Only three beds, olden mattresses upon them, all shoved in a single corner, with a large pile of old blankets sitting in the center of the room, with not a single hook or place to hang equipment or lanterns from.
“i do apologize for the less the wonderful accommodations, but we have, eh, had to compromise on what supplies we buy.”
clapping with his strange joyfullness, the mayor gave a small bow.
“ill leave you to get comfortable then, ill send Mr.Grimm, our ArmsMaster, to fetch you for supper in due time. H, I do thank you for joing us, we will try ot meet ot what needs of yours we can. If you need to, ah, relive yourself, simply ask someone out at the barricade to watch your back as you go in the outhouse on the other side.”
with that, the man left. One couldn't help but notice the skull he kept hanging off the back of his belt as he left them to their devices.
The mood was silent, as the gravity of their new job was finally allowed to set in.
this begrudgingly dis paring place was SettleTown, and they would most likely spend the rest, or at least a large portion if they were lucky, of their lives here.
LOST EQUIPMENT:
EVERYONE-
5 Days Rations
1and 2/3 Gallons of Water
Oleander Quick-
10 Pistol Rounds
2 Ounces of Ink
Blakemore Berodach-Baladan-
2 Logs of Firewood
1 Oz of Ink
Ezzion a’Zell-
10 Pages of Paper
2 torches
Iulius Praetorius-
3 torches
2 Feet of Bandages
Heraklius of Palladia-
5 Pistol Rounds
10 Rifle Rounds
2 Pages of Paper
3 Flints
1 PoundKeg of Gunpowder
Rodea Cain-
Wagon
2 Spare Strings
5 Hunters Arrows
5 Knightslayer Arrows
1 Set of Clothes
(from here ill give everyone a moment to do IC thoughts and talk among eachother)