The Yore of Almire (RP)

I'm really good at setting a story, but no good at all at making a story. . .
Not that I've tried in the past month.

I'll see if I can do some prologue at least, as groggy as I am. I have school in less than 20 minutes.
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"Is everything in order, Milord?"
"Yes, quite. I've fooled that dragon. I've given him a deal- He gets my kingdom and my princess. Little does he know, I'm the one who also sent the small team of mercanaries and other twats."
"Yes, and I'm sure this is also another plan to get rid of that oh-so-hated son of yours."
"Oh, it is. . . I'm no fool, This dragon will get what he wants, and will die thereafter. That is, if the team of fools can find out how to kill the dragon."
"Must I remind you that you are the best gambler since the fall of valkyria?"
The king simply makes this odd face, and lets out the snarky, sarcastic "Pffft" noise.
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The king is not fit to rule, though he loves his people- Most of them. He treats everything as a game.
Of course, he's not going to be disrespectful up and front to someone unless it makes him profit in some way.

(Excerpt from Juli's Moonstone experimental log):

Fire Beetle Ichor

This ichor is from Giant Fire Beetles. It burns fast. It's how they make their fire. To get it out properly, source says you have to kill a Giant Fire Beetle without damaging its butt, because it stores the Ichor in its butt.

Just mixing Moonstone and Fire Beetle Ichor does nothing. Setting the mixture on fire burns it away with 'Moonstone Gas' (see page 2) for about three seconds per gram. Adding water to the mixture does nothing. Setting this mixture on fire while water is added makes a bad smell that takes a week to go away (when tested with usual amounts - more info on next page). Mixing with sulphur and Moonstone and then setting the mixture on fire causes glass vial to shatter, spreads Moonstone gas and broken glass in about a three meter area.

Other Minerals really bring out what it's got. Mix with Moonstone, Darkmatter, and copper dust and pour in water and mixture begins emitting small lightning bolts at nearby objects after five seconds, persists for ten seconds per gram Ichor. Chance testing with mugger shows that these bolts are not always lethal but do cause some injury. Handle with care.

Must investigate the reactions of said lightning bolts with other stuff. Area of research looks promising. Also looks like a lot of fun. Need more stuff to test.

Still want to figure out how dragonkind breathe fire, wondering if it is the same way Fire Beetles make fire. Much to be gained from this line of research. Chance of burns is very high though. Must find very good way to treat burns. Considering use of muggers and bandits in testing.

Juli shut the notepad. "All right! That's all the writing on that." Picking up the charred flask on the stone table, Juli placed it in a pouch on the side of her robe. "I could eat a horse right now. Not that I would! I like horses. Also, horse meat tastes bad. At least, most sources say it tastes bad. Wonder if it does? Hmm, not going to test that..."

All this was said as she walked to the exit of the blacksmith's shop. The door was halfway open before Juli realized she forgot something. "Oh! Thanks for letting me use that rock for experimenting!"

The blacksmith shrugged. "Aye, it's nothin'. Ye should be careful to specify what yer experiments are, though, lass- people may think ye're up to foul magic, askin' for big rocks to experiment on."

"Noted. Thank you!" Juli walked out of the blacksmith's shop, with one destination in mind: the market. Experimenting with this little lightning mixture and various materials had to be a fruitful venture! "Because if I understand little lightning bolts from Moonstone, that's a huge step toward understanding big lightning bolts from clouds. I wonder if they're the same thing?" Juli continued talking to herself aloud about lightning, drawing odd looks as she made her way toward the town's market...

Min browses among the people in the marketplace. Due to the fact that he dropped his daily-bought bread in a hurry to get to the castle, Min was famished. And so here it was, standing in front of its favorite bakery. Watching. Waiting. The common people shuffled in and out of the expansive building -- it was quite popular considering it was run by an average peasant-boy and his mother. But Min wouldn't enter the building. Not until it knew the perfect loaf of bread was prepared.

How long had Min been waiting outside of the bakery, you ask? Who knows. Minutes. Hours. Time seems to melt away when one stands in the path of the common people for so long that children start climbing you out of thoughts that you're a statue. But then... IT WAS THERE.

Its scent, pristine. Its grains, perfectly ground. It just came out of the oven, so its color must look like all the others -- but within the next couple of minutes, it will have become a golden brown. Min couldn't see this... But it knew. No scent was needed. It heard the oven door shut. It was placed on the cooling racks -- a sleight rippling of paper-like wrapping crumpling beneath it. That was the sign of only the greatest bread -- ones that would be put on display immediately after being baked. Now was the time.

Min reached up over its hood, plucking a small child -- only a foot smaller that it was -- off of its head, and begins its stride into the building. Weaving through people, Min found, was one of the many things that became easier the smaller you were. It also helped that Min was incredibly light on its feet, and so it found itself at the counter within moments of entering the building.

The boy at the desk seems surprised when he sees Min. He always is. Min has been told by the boy's mother that its helmet creeps the boy out -- and was tempted to throw Min out the first couple of times it appeared at the store. Even now, when Min proved to be a loyal customer, and an eager wallet to the pair, the boy still couldn't get over his strange feeling of unease when he saw Min.

"So, I assume we just made the "perfect bread"?" the boy asks. Min remains silent. He was the baker, he should have known that Min's senses could not be fooled -- even from outside of the building.

"Alright... Hey, Ma! Bring the new loaf here! Mask-face is here again." the boy calls to the back. Min wasn't sure when it gained that nickname from the boy. But it didn't mind. So long as it got the perfect bread.

Steps were heard -- indicated by a sleight limp, the telltale sign that the woman from the store approached. Min appreciated this feature of the woman, it made her easy to detect despite all of the other customers noisily storming about.

"Ah, back again, I see? Well, here y'are. Like always... This thing's free, if you want i--" before the woman can say another word, Min has taken out well over the amount needed for regular bread. Min knows the game she plays. She would sell her bread short in order to make Min look like a cheapskate -- it was a test of its Valor, its Honor. Min appreciated the test, and held no resentment for it -- in fact it was glad for such an eager test of its chivalrous heart.

"And... 'S always... Thank ye for yer patronage." the bread-maker handed over the bread. The moment Min touched it... It knew. The pinnacle of bread was in its hands. If no mask covered Min's face, drool would be seen coming eagerly from its waiting mouth. It immediately turned on-point and walked through the crowd.

"Y'think he knows he buys the worst bread o' the day every time, Ma?" The boy turns to his mother,

"Let 'im do as 'e likes, son. I ain't complainin' " followed by the jingle of coins in a pouch is her reply. But Min doesn't hear them. It's too absorbed in the feast it's about to have -- once it goes to some place alone. It's terribly shy about eating in the presence of others.

It walks out of the building, and turns left and right. Where to go, where to go... Min has its choices for perches to eat upon in the great city for its divine meal, after all.

Rion nodded to the merchant.

"The shipments will arrive by tomorrow?" he asked. The merchant nodded and handed him a slip of paper. Rion slipped some coins into the merchant's hands, who clicked them together and smiled. Rion strolled out of the merchant's shop and back into the crowded market.

He was dressed in a more casual manner than his norm, with sturdy leather over his more grand dress. It also helped to prevent the occasional thief from harassing him.

As he crossed through the dusty road that lead back out of the market, a robed woman passed by, eagerly spouting nonsense about lightning. Rion paused for a moment as they passed. He tapped his fingers against his leg, turned around and trailed after her.

Juli ignored everyone around her as she chatted to herself. "...So then something gets hot when it gets struck by lightning because things catch fire and everything that catches fire catches fire because it's very hot. But then does that mean that there is lightning IN fire? And why would lightning kill fish in water? Water doesn't catch fire. Perhaps there's something other than fire that lightning is made of? Who knows? I will! I hope. Maybe after this experiment. But why would Fire Beetle Ichor be usable with Moonstone and Dark Matter and water in creating lightning? What properties of the... ooooh."

Juli put her conversation with herself aside for a moment, smelling bread baking somewhere. As if reminding her she'd been working on an experiment for six hours, Juli's stomach rumbled. "Bread! An excellent form of mind fuel! ...And a great material to start testing this miniature lightning with!" Juli promptly ran toward the bakery, her thoughts now preoccupied with bread, and bacon on bread, and cheese on bread, and other food on bread...

...and she promptly tripped over a cobblestone, sending her glasses flying off her face. "Waaagh! My glasses! Drat! Where are they..." Juli began feeling around for her glasses. "Everyone! Glasses! Dropped! Don't a-ny-bo-dy move without looking! Now where are they..."

Movement. In the air. A small object of unknown shape... Flies at Min and hits it on the helmet. If Min wasn't wearing said helmet, the object probably would have hitten it in the eye, causing great distress. But it is wearing a helmet. That'll show those non-helmet wearing people. Who needs facial expressions?

While pndering this, Min is reminded of where it is, and what it is carrying. That's right. It was headed to a perch some ways off in the distance; the place it would eat its perfect bread in solitude. That's where it was going. It takes a step. An audible crunch is heard. But from what? A stone? It wasn't a regular stone... Min crunches his foot along the odd material, listening to the sound it makes... Marvelous. What an odd symphony of sounds. He lifts his foot, then reaches down and grabs the object.

Much to its amazement, the odd item seems to be made out of two separate parts. A frame of some sort, and two sorts of rock-like slot-fitting things. Min wonders why anyone would ever want rocks covering their eyes -- probably for the same reason that it wears a helmet without eye-holes. A person of like minds must have been wearing this.
Min then feels over both sides of the slot-fitting things. One is cracked, it seems. Probably by Min's foot. It will have to apologize to whomever this odd contraption belongs to after feeling the object.

The other is fine. Probably due to the angle of Min's step and where on the frame it stepped on. Min reconsiders the extremism of his apology to the owner, it's definitely not worthy of swearing eternal fealty if only half of the object is broken.then takes another step... Someone's on the ground.

By the movement of the crowd around them, the sound they make, and the way the wind reflects off of the individuals, Min "looks" down at the figure looking around on the ground. It then "looks" at the contraption. Then back to the individual.

Min lowers to its knees, and holds out the half-broken item within both hands, as if presenting a sword, [Sorry for watermarks. But it's the best I could find of what its position looks like.] but to a lower-placed person. It bows its head in apology as it does this.

"... Sorry." A barely audible apology creeps out of Min's helmet to the one crawling about on the ground.

[Affraiuel Stomprage directed her warband to a nearby elven forest, the Orcs were never great jungle fighters, but the ambitious chieftess won't let that stop her. Nothing boils her blood like stomping some fancy wood elves, her chief shaman Miz'ter Smackface is also at her side, ready to cast orcish healing magic on the warriors.]

Affraiuel: "Miz'ter Smackface, Status reporta!!!"

Smackface: "Chieftess, our boyz iz ready! My magik juice iz full! We iz as ready as Gork the cunning one!"

Affraiuel: "Hmmm, I thought Gork iz the god who cunningly brutal... where iz Mork??!!"

Smackface: "Chieftess, Gork is the brutally cunning! Mork is the cunningly brutal!"

Affraiuel: *sneers* "Oh zog it!" *draws axe* "Launch da assualt, stomp all ponsy elves you see!!! FOR THE WAaaaaAaagh!!!!!"

[Affraiuel led her warriors into the heart of the elven forest, the wood elves emerged from the tall trees and took pot shots at the chieftess. Affraiuel pressed on the assualt with a large metal plank as a shield, crude yet effective, the fey arrows bounced straight off. Smackface, being the orcish shaman of the war band, casts bolts of fire balls into the woods, burning down trees and incinerated multiple elven archer in the process.]

Affraiuel: *smirks at Smackface* "Dat'z some nice dakka bak dere, Smackface."

Smackface: *flustered* "Thankz chieftess!" *sees an elven rider* "chieftess! Those ponzy elvez iz sendin their Cavalriez!!!"

Elven rider: "Filthy green skins! Always take what you please, always resorting to force!" *charges at Affariuel*

Affraiuel: "Theze land belongs to da Stomprage clan!!! Bogger off elvez!!!" *charges at the elven rider*

Rion frowned at the display, but the two characters further intrigued him, so he decided to watch how the interaction would end.

Juli's head snapped in Min's direction. "Oh, no!" Juli almost climbed to her feet before feeling the rim of her glasses and hearing the muffled voice that said something like "srmmeem".

"Th-thanks, sir." Juli took her glasses from the vague grey shape next to her, then carefully eased her glasses on her head. One lens was cracked a lot, but she could still barely see things out of it. The right lens, thankfully, was unharmed, if a bit dusty. "Whew... well, I've got a replacement..." Juli reached into a side pocket, fumbled through it, pulled out a dusty lens, and replaced the cracked one. "Thanks for helping me find my glasses, mister... uh... what's your name?"

Who was he? He LOOKED like a dwarf in armor. Juli had seen dwarves in armor. Not that much armor, though. This guy was clad from head to foot! When there was nothing to fight! Why was this so? Her curiosity piqued and her stomach completely forgotten, Juli began talking to the guy with the armor. "Hmm. Oh, I should give my name before asking yours. I'm Juli. I'm a researcher! I mix things together and see what happens. What's your name? And what do you do? Some kind of fighting, judging by that armor. Is it strong? What's it made of?"

"I am called... Min. Pleased to... Meet you." More mumbled words come out of Min's helmet as he attempts at an introduction. While it didn't need to worry about strange contraptions flying at its face, I suppose conversational clarity could be given to the non-helmet group. Min is about to move a mental tally over to the cosmic Helm vs Non-Helm scoreboard before it stops itself and gets back to the conversation, which continues to increase in questions.

"I... Do what I must." Is its second reply. Slightly clearer than the first time. "Fighting... Sometimes..." And with the follow up it is back to mumbled bits.

"Is it strong? What's it made of?"

Ah.

A question to its attire.

Min is quite proud of its armor. As a part of its leaving of its homeland, Min made the armor itself, and maintained it with striking precision. Despite the many battles Min has fought since its departure, the armor probably looks just like it did when it was initially crafted.

Min stands.

With stunning clarity, he speaks. His voice is like a current of water, washing through the crowd all around it and the contraption-wearing "researcher" -- whatever a "researcher" is.

"The plating of the Yuke. Held by the ground's solid speech, bindings of the whisperers of the forest. Rings of fate, and eyes which watch the darkness. Soalabkankan kandoenthang nung tabod cha boeng singtopaini."

Min bows its head again. It then notices its loss of perfect-delectable-object in its grasp.

No. NO. Where. When? Wait.

Min replays the events which transpired in the last minute in its head... When he picked up the glasses. Its curiorsity had cost it its food. But only momentarily. A wandering peasant takes a step, and Min uses it to locate its query... There. To the left. Just a step to the left and it would be back in Min's gra--

A peasant steps on the bread.

Crunching.

This happens internally.

Min falls to its knees. A single unseen tear escapes its eyes.

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[By the way... That gibberish actually has meaning. I'll give you a dollar if you can figure it out.]

Don't go all Psychenade(1) on me.
*Sigh*
I'll do what I can with this, and see if I can pull the story together.
When I wake up, that is.

Bahhh
(1: A scenario where the forumers started the story without the GM)
But you don't need to delete stuff. You can keep going, really.
We still need to work on bringing the characters together.
That, and also I have yet to put more npc's in the story. RARARARAHRAHHHH

Rion smiled. It seemed his investigation had payed off. The two would come in handy one day. He turned his back on them and went off on his merry way.

(OOC: I'm regretting the kind of personality I gave him, heh.
@Liminori None of this stuff has to have meaning. You're the GM, you can disregard everything. Technically, this can all be a mere coincidence that occurred before the actual story.)

I thought that, after forming up, each member of the Dragon-Slaying party would be sent on their way to prepare anything they hadn't brought directly to the meeting. Isn't that how it goes?
Recruitment is put up for a quick reply -> People reply quickly, but don't have all of their equipment on them most of the time -> People are sent out to gather their items for the adventure with a given (albeit very short) time-frame -> All members of the party meet up at a specified location.

Upon meeting up, all members of the party depart.

Nah, that explanation's an excuse. I wanted Min to drop his bread again from the beginning. The fact that he dropped it originally on his way to meet the Prince & party was all an elaborate scheme to get this whole situation to play out -- AND IT WORKED.
HAH, THE MASTER PUPPET-MASTER STRIKES AGAIN. FEAR ME, BREAD, OR I SHALT DROP-EST THOU A SECOND TIME.

I thought it was hilarious, but can be disregarded if needed.

((I mostly just wanted to do things before the party was assembled, like Ember said.))

Juli's mouth dropped open. "How..." He'd just... spoken without speaking. Was it magic? Or something else? Fascinating.

Then she watched Min turn around... and exclaim in surprise over his lost bread. Which reminded her of something. "Bread! ...Hey, Mmn. At least, I think it's Mmn. That's what you said before, right? I'm getting some loaves right now. Want one? On me?"

Without waiting for an answer, Juli dashed into the bakery. "Good day, ladies and gentlemen! How much for one loaf of bread? I'm in the market for lots of bread right now."

[Affraiule runs into close quarter with the elven rider to avoid arrows, but the rider's white beast takes the upper hand and pins down the orc chieftess with its sharp paws. Shaman Smackface didn't hesitate and casted a few more fire balls at the rider before taking cover behind a charred tree to recover mana, the fire ball hits the elven rider she fall off her furry companion. Siezing the opportunity, Affraiule musters all of her orcish strength and pushed back the sharp fang of the beast as it tried to rip her head off.]

Affraiule: "GET BAK!!!" *right hooks the white beast*

Smackface: *yells* "Stomp dem all chieftess!!!" *chugs mana potion* "Sweet grog!!!" *casts another fire ball at the elven rider*

Elven rider: *takes out an elven blade* "Foul green skins! I shall send you back to which ever hell hole you crawled out of!!!" *gets hit by a fire ball* "ARGh!"

Affraiule: *breaks the beast's jaw* "WAAAaaaaaAAgh!!!!" *picks up the battle axe* "Yer finish'd ponzy elf!!!"

[After a flawless swing, the elven rider falls to the ground. Affraiule is dissatisified with how the fight went down, it was too easy, elves will never give up their forest so easily to the lifes of orcs, something was off.]

Affraiule: *smirks at the fallen elf* "Dis forest belongz to da Stomprage clan now!!!"

Elven rider: *chuckles* "No... this forest... belongs to..." *points into the sky* "him..." *dies*

[Affraiule looks into the sky only to see a massive shadow glides through the sky, stearing leaves and soots into the blue sky. It is a dragon, probably have slept in the forest for millennia while the wood elves sang songs to pacify its short temper, now with the local elves either fled or died, the dragon has reawakened, flying and angry.]

Affraiule: *rallies her warrior* "Run you gitz! Draaaagoon!!!"

Nah I'll wait for Liminori to fully start it.

Min follows the... Knight? No. Scientist, with its heels dragging behind it. There is no possible replacement for such a wonderful piece of bakery as the one which suffered under the foot of an unknowing peasant. But Min didn't hold the common-folk at fault for stepping over the bread.
Over.
And over.
And over.
...
...
...
And over.

Until it was likely not distinguishable from the stones on the ground. They had tread on the greatest food in the known universe. Scattering a gem upon the paved roads. At least now, they would have the partial knowledge that they were walking upon sacrificial ground. How could they look past the surely shimmering edges of the loaf they quashed?
Perhaps it would make them better people. Perhaps they, too, would learn to appreciate an act of chivalry at the expense of their greatest happiness.

It held no malice, if they would gain from his mistake. It was all Min's fault for releasing its precious loaf, after all.

But Min regardless of the life lessons the common people were surely learning from the treasure they continued trampling upon, Min was hungry; and with the offer of another loaf of bread, even the scraps left off of a urchin's plate would seem pleasing to the silent pugilist.

So Min followed closely behind the kind scientist.

"Well... we've got about ten more loaves cookin'..." The boy at the desk was surprised to see not only Mask-face back, but a short woman- a halfling?- fumbling through a pouch for coins while glancing every which way, examining the windows, the ovens, the counter... what was she looking at?

"Excellent!" Juli smiled wider. "How much for each?"

"Ma!" The boy shouted back. "It's twenty-five copper for a loaf a' bread, right?"

"Twenty-three."

The boy nodded. "Twenty-three copper apiece."

"Perfect." Juli pulled out the amount of money for six loaves. "I'll take six!"

The boy raised his eyebrows. She wasn't kidding when she said 'lots of bread'. "Wow... okay. Ma! There's someone here buyin' six loaves of bread!"

"...Tell 'em it'll take eight minutes."

The boy said, "All right. Your bread will be ready in eight minutes."

"Understood!" Juli sat down. "Now... what was I talking about..." Juli begins talking to herself about her experiments again. "So perhaps Fire Beetle Ichor and dragonkind's fire breath operate on the same principle... but then, how is it lit? Giant Fire Beetle fangs create sparks when struck together like a flint and tinder... do dragons do something similar? Or is their breath based on magic? I suppose it'd be hard to actively find a dragon to dissect. They're rare, and very dangerous, and there's no reason to hunt them down unless lives are at stake... perhaps I could get one to breathe into an isolated container that is immediately closed off? Otherwise, dissection is the only means available to investigate the source of dragonfire..."

'Six loaves... Of bread..?' Min ponders how anyone as small as this energetic creature could eat such a large amount of baked-goods. But Min wasn't one to question others' appetites.

And so Min "looks" in the direction of the oven. Then sniffs the air. None. There were literally no other perfect loaves of bread within this shop... But that was to be expected. Perfection such as the one it held within its hands only minutes before would only arrive once every week at most. And while Min wished that they would create more such baking more regularly... His previous suggestions ended with puzzled mutterings from the shop-owners. Even when Min tried to speak up, it appeared that his speech was utterly incomprehensible to them.

At that time, the Non-Helmet side of the universal Helm vs Non-Helm chart gained another point.

But then something happened in the bakery... Or... Would happen. A stray feeling was felt and sent in a wave. Only someone who honed their senses of the movements of the air would feel it -- and be able to recognize it. A rebel flame was spurring in the oven. Above it... Dough. But it was dry dough. Dough that was perfect for making the crunchy bread that Min loved.

But this bread was not like the others... It was too close. It strayed too close to the heat in its journey to become the greatest loaf of them all -- it would burst into flames. It would start at the bottom, near the tip of the bread, then spread to the upper loafs, then the whole batch.

Min began to drool. More wonderful bread would be borne by the oven today... For two, no... More that two. Five, at least -- pieces of his beloved bread to come into existence all at once would be a delight for its heart and soul. But... To wait for even one... No. No waiting.

It was so compelling that Min lifted from its chair -- which it had sat down at while the scientist who claimed her name as Juli frantically spoke of flames and dragons. It walked towards the counter, which made the boy who stood at his station cringe. There was no time for formalities.

Min then lifted itself onto and over the counter.

"O-Oi, what're ya doin', Mask-face?" The boy is literally taken back at Min's disregarding of any sort of customer-etiquette, but Min had no time for etiquette. It continued through the back, and towards the oven.
Min then opened up the oven as if it were the most natural movement in its life -- much to the surprise of the motherly baker, who was shocked to silence. Whether the shock was because of Min's ability to weave through the cooking ingredients and gear in the small room with ease, or the fact that he had opened up an oven which was made entirely out of steel was anyone's guess.

Min then reached into the oven, and just as the bread set aflame, Min reached in and took the burning bakery out of the would-be bread-powered-fireplace.

Without even bothering to put out the flame, Min walks back out of the kitchen, makes its way over the counter, and then turns its head to the clerk.

"... Thank you." Min speaks semi-clearly to the clerk. Then drops a sack filled with the necessary 23 copper -- with an extra couple of coins as well, onto the desk.

Min then returns to its seat in front of the scientist, holding the loaf which was at that point is set completely aflame. Min doesn't seem bothered by the flames in the least, however, and breaks off a small chunk of the now pitch-black slab, which it holds out to the scientist. The charred-chunk isn't on fire, due to being separated from the rest of the loaf... But there're still embers glowing red and yellow on its bottom side, flickering as more customers come into the bakery -- only to jump back at the sight of a flaming loaf being held by a masked... Something.

Juli, not one to eat food that was on fire, was about to reject the bread out of hand, and then she realized something. Wait. It's already burnt. Perhaps I could determine if there was something other than fire in the lightning by comparing the reaction of burnt material with lightning to that of unburnt material with... oh my goodness!

"You're a genius!" Juli unzipped a pocket, made sure there was nothing inside, then took the slice of burnt bread and quickly stowed it inside, feeling a little heat against her side as she brushed a hot coal off her hand. "This could possibly lead to an era-defining breakthrough! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Juli stood up, and was about to leave before realizing she still had to wait on some more bread. "Ah ha ha... whoops." Turning back around, she began considering other materials that could be used in the experiment while waiting for bread. "Maybe wood? Or perhaps stone... no, stone's too hard to burn. Cloth, possibly... or parchment, or perhaps stone... wait, already thought of that one. Clay? Ooh, there's one with opportunity. Clay compared with bricks..."

((Are we going too fast?))

This is going too well.
It's kinda creepy how well this is going without moderator guidance.
This is exactly what I need in my stories. . .
All I need to do is set the story.

An open story... huh.
I like it! To the wind with caution, I think I can continue the story without starting it! Wait, that sounds wrong.

Let me put it this way, I'm trying to do the story (Don't mind my metaphor please) like a train with no rails.
That metaphor sounds like it would go all sorts of wrong, But I think we should keep doing it like this.
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And Kirito's all like screw you too Administrator
whaaaat
But seriously. I wish people would translate faster.

((So, like a dune buggy? Sweet.))

"Ore."

Unless she was extraordinarily deaf, Juli could hear from behind her a voice belonging to that of a young adult, female in tone. Should the woman of science turn around, she'd find something between a specter and a girl dressed in a plain, slightly cuffed dress. Slung in an almost-careless manner was a covered basket containing what could presumably be any assortment of tools of a woman's trade : parchments for accounting with a husabnd, needles for knitting, leather for a tanner...the possibilities could go on and on...

"You'll find success in...the clandestinely curious. Have you heard of the hairy folk? The little bits of ore their ilk employs are subjects of their own curiosity. Curiosity, that I might markedly add, would be to your liking."

For a common girl, she appeared to be a lot more knowledgeable than what was given at face value.

@liminori

I wonder if it is okay if Vanaduke is accompanied by a demon prince who has been manipulating him, corrupting the young prince. If that sounds like something cool, then may I become Lord Ravadon? The deamon prince who warpped from the lost land to keep Vanaduke well corrupted. If that is not okay, then Lord Ravadon will become a support character for Affraiule along with shaman Smackface, the team can do with a healer and a corruptor.

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[The forest dragon unleashed full fury upon Affraiule and her war band, dozens of her finest warriors were torched before they could flee the charrred forest, Smackface tried his best to keep a mana shield around Affraiule and himself while the forest writhed and died around them. The dragon persues its orcish preys all the way to the fringe of the elven forest, there Affraiule and her shaman vice-chieftan made their stand,]

Forest dragon: *breathes fire* "Orc-scum! How dare you defile my FOREST?!"

Affraiule: "Who're you to tak what we ritfully stole?!" *draws axe* "WAAAaaaAAgh!!!" *charges at the dragon*

[Affraiule jumps onto the dragon's head and plunges her war axe into its head, the dragon twists its neck rampantly and shook off the chieftess. Affraiule bites the dust before standing up again, her axe is completely blunt from just a single strike against the dragon's immortal scales.]

Affraiule: *sweats* "Err... Miz'ter Smackface... do dragons git hurt from axes???"

Smack: *checks his tome* "Nop chieftess, dey don't..."

Affraiule: *groans* "Ohhhhh ZOG IT!!! It iz goin to take a hole day to kill this dragon!!!"

Forest dragon: *laughs* "Stupid orcs! I shall burn you to a crisp! Just like I did to your demon masters!!!"

[Before the dragon could draw its breath, the sky darkened above the orc chieftess. A flash of red lightning is followed by a black knight descending down from the sky. It is Lord Ravadon of the lost legion, he rams his powerful rune blade into the forest dragon's left wing, renders it grounded, the deamon prince is no push over, he knew a downed dragon is as good as dead. The forest dragon retaliates by spewing out another wave of fire, Ravadon wards off the flame with a powerful magic shield, just as the dragon's flamming breath is exhuasted, Ravadon moves in and jabbed his rune blade into the dragon's throat, its immortal scale stood no chance against the otherworldly rune blade.]

Forest dragon: "...No... this cannot be..." *wheezes* "I am immortal..."

Ravadon: *licks the dragon blood off his blade* "Foolish dragon... still holding onto the old ways... the world has changed, it is time for the demons to RISE!!!" *laughs* "HAHAHAHA!"

Forest dragon: *wheezes* "I will see you in the underworld... demon scum..." *dies*

Ravadon: "I will enjoy torture your soul for all eternity... dragon..." *chuckles* "Hehehehe...HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Affraiule: *yells at Ravadon* "OI!!! Dat dragon waz mine!!! Daemon prince!!!"

Ravadon: *points at Affraiule* "Silence! FOOLISH SHE-ORC!!! There is a reason why your kinds were dispelled from the chaos legion all those years ago..."

Affraiule: *laughs* "Puny Demon prince!!! You gitz can't handle an orc!!! Yer dark crusades wer zoggin!!!"

Ravadon: "I had enough of your tounge!" *locks Affraiule into a kinetic chokehold* "Listen, Affraiule Stomprage... I am issueing you a chance to return to the chaos legion!"

Affraiule:*coughs* "Me no want legion! Me are the chieftess of the stomprage clan!!!"

Ravadon: "What is your little clan compared to the mighty chaos legion? I can make you into a general and you will have a legion of your own! Then the whole world shall know about you, Affraiule stomprage, the most powerful Orc chief of all time!!!"

Affraiule: "Legion? Legion meanz more stompin!!! Affraiule wants her legion!!!"

Ravadon: *releases Affraiule* "Good..." *gives Affraiule a map and some new equipments* "...Go to the citadel of Almire, there you will meet prince Vanaduke, our agent inside the Almirian kingdom, help him find the princess and slay the dragon along with whatever rascals he managed to muster up! Once he ascended to kingship, he will help us sacrifice every single last soul inside the kingdom to our dark gods!!! Now... BEGIN YOUR QUEST!"

Affraiule: "WAAAaaaAAGh!!! Gittin me a legion!!! More stomping!!! The stiomprage clan'll grow strong!!! WAaaaaAAAgh!!!" *marches towards Almire*

Smackface: "Chieftess!!! Wait for me!!!" *follows Affraiule*

Ravadon: *returns back to the lost land* "...Foolish She-Orc, but none the less... a fine puppet..."

--End of prolouge--

Name: Alice
Gender: Female
Equipment: Hooded Scale Mail, No Helm, Buckler, Rapier, Fencing Armguard
Race: Human/Elf (Half-Half)
Bio/Personality: Unknown person from a priveledged family- Though she appears to have somewhat a bit of a rough attitude. . .
Tsundere
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The less you know about this character, the better.

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And no, she has nothing to do with Alicization/Alice in Wonderland.

*Seeths with rage*
Gadnabbit
A little early for a antagonist that knows too much.
An antagonist with a "Plan" might be okay.
And I'd be okay from a protagonist from anyone else than you.
Why?
I have no clue.
But for some reason, Some random ass reason, My brain has something against you, but I have no idea what.
So until then, I will say no.

@Liminori
Because it's unclear at this point, have the members of the Dragon-Slaying group already been debriefed by the prince? Or is all of this happening prior to the event?

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Min smiles at the fact that Juli is so happy for its gift to her -- not that anyone can see its smile behind its metal mask.

She must have ample knowledge of bakery, for her to be so overjoyed. Only some can appreciate the great quality of this fine bakery Min has found. It must be an acquired taste. Min is happy to have been of service for one of like minds. Min is about to undo its helmet and devour the bread due to its hunger -- but then feels the motion of Juli putting the bread away.

'That's... Right. Not here...' Min thinks to itself. If its newfound companion hadn't reminded it of the secrecy of eating, Min may have revealed what it was -- and that is forbidden. Min quickly swipes at the air with the perfect loaf, taking care for it to not shatter upon the end of the swipe -- it is terribly fragile when it is so well made. The flames die off just as the bread reaches perfection.

"Ore."

With the first word of one behind Juli, Min straightens. Something is... Different about the woman. As she continues, her words ring out just like all the others. But with something else... Something... Grim? Perhaps. But many of the fighters underground would be described as such. It was something different.

As soon as she finishes speaking, Min rises and walks to the side of her chair, then holds out its hand its open palm facing upwards -- in the hopes that she will place her hand on top of its own.

"Your... Hand." Is all that comes out of Min's mouth in order to indicate its intentions. But it, like most of what Min says, rings through its mask. Who knows if it was understandable?

(Vinny seems to be wanting to debuff my characters at every corner, it is kind of annoying, Lord Ravadon and the forest dragon do not affect the overall story and other character's own story in any way and Vinny just want them to be removed, and speaking of which, when did he become the GM? Did he get authoriztion from Liminori?

Lord Ravadon is only stating what is in the lore, he is fiend by nature and his sword is that of a trolljan, which exist in cradle and the dark gods are mentioned in the description of the wicked idol. All he was saying is that Vanaduke will help destroying Almire which he did, FSC is the testiment to that. I don't see how his words affect the story in any way.)

I edited Bulwark's info again, but to save you the trouble of reading the changes, I'll put them here instead:
Personality: Same as before, except he's always looking for new forging techniques and ores to use in forging, and when asked what he's thinking about, he'll go off about some alternate world that's made of gears that turn continents to face other continents below them.

@Midnight
To be fair, you're inserting characters that are to influence one of the main characters of the story (specifically, the Prince -- Vanaduke Himself). By inserting the plot of "The Corruption of Prince Vanaduke" alongside the original plot of "Let's save the Princess and kill the Dragon" you may have tipped the way events unfold in a very major way.
Plus, with the decisions you gave to either:
A. Have the Demon Prince as a companion alongside the Prince or
B. A support for your own characters
It's hard to see either choice not skirting the lines of Powerplay (seeing as he just took out a Dragon without a single sweat) -- if not just blatantly crossing them.
You inserted Lord Ravadon without any discussion from the GM at all -- talking it over with Liminori before making a thread to continue your sub-plot would have brought the optimal results. That's probably why it's instigated a conflict -- because you inserted a God-level creature into the RP without mentioning it prior your own decision of implementation.

Eh, it's not that issue, if you're looking at what I posted on that now-gone RP thread, but an evil overlord killing a dragon (though undoubtedly weaker than the one most other characters will fight) makes it so that Almire would have to face two beings of about the same difficulty (I'd imagine so, considering another dragon just got off'd by a demon) which would effectively place you as co-GM. With a character capable of that much power (and with power comes influence, yadda yadda), I myself would find it hard to have the character in question not do anything to avoid shoving the other characters' possibilities around with that extra weight. Why introduce an evil overlord if he's only going to influence one character (in this case, an orc)? I mean, he's evidently dethroning various other leading forces like dragons, so it wouldn't make much sense plot-wise if he was going to sit back and slowly take Almire while everyone else is off to kill The Dragon. To even introduce characters of that level would have to take responsibility second only to Lim-lims (which should be done with consent, mind you). Otherwise, even if Lim's was to accept your evil overlord...well, he already has one to work with.

That, and I kinda said that the overlord doesn't exist because Liminori doesn't accept his existence as canon, hence why Affruiel would be in limbo until you put her in a more appropriate starting point. I didn't take any GM powers (I think), but instead just made it a little clear to say "your idea...doesn't really fly well with the GM, so your prologue doesn't really 'exist' in terms of the story," while placing characters in a less-cluttered area.

Since that's all redacted anyways, it doesn't even matter, but yeah, I have reasons for things. And no, not to annoy you (though it'd be very fun to on other forums, OOO is tighter than an anorexic's lab-belt on what is labelled allowed and disallowed).

Corrupting vanaduke is only a purposed plot, and no where in Lord Ravadon's dialouge did he states that he has Vanduke under his thrall, Vanaduke may well be acting on his own intentions, all he simply said is that by helping Vanaduke to become a king, Affraiule will get her chance to be a powerful general once the kingdom of Almire has fallen (which it did), whether this ending affects the story after it is over, it is irrelevent. It is how Affraiule end her own personal story as well as giving her a reason to be apart of this RP, the prolouge only serves to build up Affraiule as a character.

Please, don't misunderstand me, Lord Ravadon will only be supervising Affraiule and act as a source of intel to her character. I have done stuff like this before in other RP and no one had a problem with it. Characters like Ravadon and Smackface will only affect Affraiule and her progression and no one else's. Unless of course, someone else in this RP tries to power play or meta game, then i will use Ravadon and Smackface in an aggressive manner to buff up Affraiule if everyone else in the story is having their way with the plot.

For example:

[Vanaduke led the group to level 2 of the castle and left Affariule as level 1 to rot.]

Ravadon: *materializes* "Stand up! Foolish She-orc! Your journey has only begun!!! You haven't even seen the dragon yet and you are already on the ground, crawling like a maggot!!!"

Affraiule: "stands up and rubs head* "Ohhh!!! Stupid demon prince, I wanna sleep!!!'

Ravadon: *groans* "Just catch up with your campanions already! The dragon isn't going to kill it self!"

Affraiule: "Why can't yer kill the dragon?! Yer pretty tough!"

Ravadon: "Yeah... Vanaduke would be in the deepest dungeon of Almire if the words go out that he had the assisstance of a demon prince! Now get back to work!"

Affraiule: "Ohh!! Gitz! Wait far me!!!"

@Vinny

Ravadon is only an evil lieutenant to a greater, all corrupting power, and yes, no one in this story need to accept his existance, he is only there to act as an object of interaction with Affraiule. He can be in ethreal form the whole time and never interact with anybody but Affraiuel. It might sound dumb for a demon prince, but then again, demons are known for manipulating people and watch them fight amongst themselves while they sit and watch.

And as for him trying to topple Almire, it doesn't matter who did it, the canon lore is that Vanaduke ultimately burned down his own kingdom with the help of dark gods, whether or not he is guided by someone named Ravadon all along is unimportant to the overall story arc in this RP as well as the canon lore.

((It states in the lore that Vanaduke was corrupted only after his kingdom came under attack by the two other kingdoms, and that being after he went mad in the mountains. EDIT: More info here.

That said, the Citadel we all know today does put a darker tone on this whole thing... who, I wonder, will remain within Almire's borders? For that matter... was it Vanaduke I that we fight (over and over again) in this day and age?

So, we know the main dragon we're fighting is smart enough to make a bargain with Father of the Year. Are there less intelligent dragonkin? (Kinda like FE's Wyverns, which are more like scaly horses?)))

Juli turned about. "Ore, yes! Metals and ores most certainly are going to be tested. The hairy folk, though! I must seek them out, it seems. Maybe they know something about lightning I don't? Do humanoids talk with them very much? If not, they might have a lot of information." Then Juli scratched her head. Hairy folk? What hairy folk? Dwarven lumberjacks? Or those strange fox-men in the canyons?

"First few loaves are done." The boy laid out some loaves of bread on the table.

"Oh, thank you!" Juli promptly bit into one loaf, chewing the bread. "Mmmm, that's good! Anyway, thanks, miss... uh, miss person!" Juli turned around. "Whoa... uh, where did those veins come from? I've never seen anything like them." Juli turned around and handed the girl a slice of bread. "You want some bread? This bread is great."

"...I suppose a scrap will suffice. I, myself, have only seen those in the canyon. They direct something akin to lightning into their stones. Fire, water, lightning, shadows...the world warps around the ore the hairy folk. Their ilk...unorthodox in the most disgusting of ways, though their intellect is different entirely.

Many thanks for your company, goodbye."

And with that, the young woman strode off, further towards the castle.

Vanaduke doesn't become king in this story.
Sorry.

Min follows the woman to the doorway, then stops for a moment. If it leaves, then Juli would be alone... But they just met, and she seems happy enough eating her bread and talking about lightning.

Min turns to Juli and waves silently. It then continues following the woman out of the shop close behind her, holding out its hand in the same way it had originally.

While she may have not noticed its desire to find out what in the world she was, it would not give up on the discovery so easily. So with its bread in one hand, and the other open, Min follows the strange woman to wherever she's going, weaving through the crowds with its full attention on her.

Juli watched the strange lady- and then Min- leave. "Hmmmm." The hairy folk were supposedly only in the canyons... all Juli had to operate on was rumors... but she seemed to know some things about them. Enough to call them disgusting while complimenting their intellect (maybe).

"Be right back." Juli jumped up out of her seat and looked to see which way the two were headed; they appeared to be moving in the direction of the castle. Making a note of it, Juli ran back in. "So how much longer on the bread?"

The boy shrugged. "Half a minute, give or take a few seconds."

"Excellent." Juli lifted an empty satchel. "All right, I'll store most of it in here."

"Y'sure it won't get stale?"

Juli nodded. "I'm sure!"

The boy's mother came out with the last loaves of bread, and Juli stored them, the whole time chattering to herself about these hairy folk that might know something about lightning. "So if I find them, then perhaps we can share research notes, but I'll have to see if they're friendly first. But how do I do that? What do they eat? What do they like? Can they speak our language? I MUST investigate this. Thank you very much for the bread, ma'am." With the last loaf loaded, Juli hurried out of the bakery. Min and the skinny lady were already out of sight, but Juli remembered which way they were going and began heading in that direction, hoping to find them, with a loaf of bread in her hand.

Then that is perfect, Ravadon gets to screw Affraiule over and goes back on his promise, this is a good set up for the final boss battle with Ravadon.

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[The citadel of Almire is at the horizon but Affraiule and her vice-chieftan become increasingly worried, they have travelled very far from orcish territory and human population become alerted their presence.]

Smackface: "Urgh... chieftess, we gone very far from home... is dis demon boy trustworthy?"

Affraiule: "O' course!!! I needa find Vanaducky n' I'll be famous!!!"

Smackface: "Okay... chieftess..."

[Walking towards the large front gate, Affraiule knows that it is time for the two of them to depart.]

Affraiule: *turns to smackface* "Miz'ter Smackface... dis iz my quest now, me quest alone! Go bak to the clan home n' help me rule da boyz, stomp anyone who badmouth me."

Smackface: *casts a teleportation magic* "I'll be wating for you, chieftess...." *wipes tear* "Me be waiting..." *sniffs*

Affraiule: *yells at the front gate* "YO!!! HUMIES!!! Open da gate! I needa find Vanaducky!!!"

After winding through the various tight streets, Min would follow the lady into the higher-class district where the women averaged 50% more than what its target would've weighed. These women, ranging from plump to borderline-unhealthy, could not have associated with this one in any way, and yet, as she passed by, she'd still receive a friendly wave and compliment as though she were one of them.

Perhaps she was, as the friendly hollers began to sound more llke orders for...what was it?

"A corset, lass! Yah make tha best of 'em, and rumor 'as it that tha Duke's interested in women with men's waist! I'll pay for tha expenses if ye've the receipts!"

"Miss? My mother was asking if you could see the babe for another night; she has another one of those 'salons' to go to..."

"Madame! There's a strange one following you! I'd advise to be polite and ask it a question!"

And at that, Kathleen spun as though she were on a dime to face the armored Min.

"...you're not Royal Guard...or from the King...sir. How may a lady of mine own humble standings, the ilk of commoners , be of thy service? May I assume you are here for my services...?"

(may delete this part... that is, if someone open the gate for Affraiule.)

Affraiule: *yells* "Hey Humies!!! I know yer in dere!!! Let me in!!!"

Guard: *emerges yells at Affraiule* "Hey shut up there will ya? No stupid orc will ever enter Almire, not without going over my de-" *screams* "ARHGHH!!!"

[The guard looked back with his last breath, he saw a horror unlike no other, it was Lord Ravadon, his scar ridden grin is as evil as ever. After impaling the guard, the daemon prince twisted the rune blade, maximizing the agony. The guard's soul escaped from his bloody corpse and it was sipped inside Ravadon's unholy armour, this is but an appetizer to the unsatiable daemon prince.]

Ravadon: "...Annoying human..." *licks the blood off his rune blade* "Alright, I am opening the gate." *warps the corpse into the fiendish realm* "The guard is expendable, no one will be alerted to his disappearance..."

Strength:
Dexterity:
Constitution:
Stamina:
Charisma:
Wisdom:
Intelligence:
(Focus): - -
(Armor): - -
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Modifiers for now are base number/4.
Focus is for extra modifiers (ex:D20+Dexmod+Focus-Penalties=Running from guards)
Focus is something like this. *Tosses shield away* (Gains 25 Focus)
That's all I know about focus so far, but it's an idea I need to think about. I will decide things about focus, so do not, I repeat- Do NOT put points down for Focus/Armor.
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oh shiz, I just went all dnd on you guys
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The gate opens without any problem, though a few racist remarks and stares like daggers fly by Affraiule.

((I imagine Juli's sheet would look something like this:

Juli di Blanc
Level 1... Something (Researcher? Scientist? Alchemist? Chemist? Maybe Salve-Maker?)
Female Halfling
Chaotic Good
Strength: 7 (The heaviest object she handles is a light mace, and she rarely fights or otherwise trains her strength)
Dexterity: 13 (Formal training in light weaponry is a given, knowing certain members of her family were... rather unsavory, and her being on the move a lot has made her fairly fit in this regard)
Constitution: 10 (Juli's not particularly tough.)
Stamina: 10 (See above.)
Charisma: 10 (Juli is slightly insane and this creates conversational awkwardness, but there's something to be said for a cheerful disposition; thus, this gets above 8)
Wisdom: 12 (Juli is no Solomon, but she avoids (or even outwits) assassins and doesn't give in to despair when faced with rough circumstances)
Intelligence: 18 (SCIENCE!!!)
(Focus): - -
(Armor): - -
))

Juli kept walking down where Kathleen and Min had been... then stopped. "An intersection. Drat! Where could they have gone..."

Juli examined the ground. What would Min leave behind? "...burnt bread crumbs. Hmm, no. those would blow away..." Juli took a bite out of some bread. She'd find them, one way or another! ...But where could they be?

Juli stopped for a bit and listened to people. Mostly, she just heard chatter about mundane things. But mention of "that strange suit of armor" came from down a street.

That'd be Mmn. So maybe he's gone this way! Juli began walking down into a street far too posh for her to look anything but out of place in, and promptly began searching.

Never actually done a Character Sheet before... So I have no idea how the level scaling in comparison to the Stats work. Or what the minimum stats are, for that matter. Spacebar used 80 points at level one, so is that the minimum? Because Min has been fighting underground and received training prior to his arrival in Almire, his level should be above one (supposedly), so how much does one gain per level?

I'll make a stat sheet for Min once that's explained to me. But I can tell you now... Min's Charisma will probably be the lowest of the bunch. Huehuehue.

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"...you're not Royal Guard...or from the King...sir. How may a lady of mine own humble standings, the ilk of commoners , be of thy service? May I assume you are here for my services...?"

Min halts as the strange woman speaks to it. The odd noise from somewhere within her returns. Min points to the hand carrying the basket -- it wouldn't matter to Min which hand it points to, but the bread-hand would have been a poor choice to point with. What if it was dropped again?

"Hand..." Min slowly crafts the words within its helmet, aiming for clarity -- fortunately, what comes out is semi-clear. Or... Min thinks it is.

"Over..." Min then opens its palm as wide as its Grid-laced gauntlets would allow. To min, these two actions would indicate it wants the woman to place her hand on its own. With touch, it would gain new insight on what this mysterious woman is.
The second word also comes out semi-clear, which to Min is quite fortunate.

It is unfortunate, however, that Min doesn't seem to grasp that to everyone else it just asked for the woman to hand over the basket. The women around the pair start whispering to one another, but Min is too focused on figuring out the mystery of this woman's constitution to gain any details from what they're saying.

"...and for what reason?" the woman simply asks, raising an eyebrow. Regardless of the demand, she was questioning Min; there was no other way to go around her question, for she had been followed, and she was curious.

Min thinks for a moment. A reason?

A shocking realization occurs to Min . Asking for people's hands could quite possibly be embarrassing in public. It immediately understands, and makes a mental note of not to ask for people's hands in public without reason. With that, it gives its reason.

"I want... To know..." is the reply that Min gives. But the streak of clear speech ends directly after "I want", leaving anything afterwards to come out as a metallic mumble. Such is the fate of those who wear helmets. Min hopes that she can take a half-explanation as an excuse for the touch of her hand -- the mystery behind the oddity in her voice is growing after everything that she says.

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EDIT to prevent random post from interfering with actual RP movement.
I think that /4 thing arrived from the modifiers.
So... Mod = x/4
x = The base Stat number(?) So all modifiers based on things have certain base stats divided by 4(?)

Ah. It makes some sorta sense.

D20 would be... Dice, maybe? No idea on this one.
Dexmod would be a modifier (which has the function x/4) -- so Dex / 4
Focus would be from pre-moves
Penalties would be from debilitations prior to the move

And because this example is "Running from guards" all of those above stats/mods/other things would result in the success rate of your escape? Makes sense.

@Liminori
As for the 9 max on one stat, you mean that's for Lv. 1, correct? With 30 points as our base amount for Lv. 1 characters.
Min's level, as I said, would be above Lv. 1, due to its experience in combat, but... The level depends on the quality of EXP gained from enemies. I'll leave allocating skills 'till you're done with details then.

Strength: 6

Dexterity: 2

Constitution: 5

Stamina: 6

Charisma: 6

Wisdom: 2

Intelligence: 3

(Focus): - -
(Armor): - -

Strength: 1/4

Dexterity: 4/4

Constitution: 2/4

Stamina: 4/4

Charisma: 2/4

Wisdom: 2/4

Intelligence: 2/4
(Focus): - -
(Armor): - -

Base Number (Divided) By 4.
Sorry. You're supposed to be able to level up. that's my bad.
I'll deal with the small details.

Skills can be upgraded infinitely, though it's better to work on multiple skills instead of just one.
You can only have up to 9 for a max on points per skill.
You get a total of 30 points to allocate to your skills.
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What the hell's going on
I'm going to be attempting to write a story based on, yes, vague music.

Initiates. . .
php, not even remotely related
tcheh pff that's crazy kf i don't know what you're talking about, me

Want me to put what I've written so far here?

"There you are!"

Juli, smiling, runs up to Min and the thin woman, nearly stumbling again, but catching herself as she runs. "Right, I have some more questions, mainly about those hairy people, but it looks like Mmn asked something first." Juli looks at Min, expectantly.

((I'll redo my character sheet some other time when it's not so late.))

Rion strolled casually along, now changed into his more flamboyant attire. He had intended on paying a visit to the castle, when he spotted the two oddities that he had see down at the market. Surprised as he was, further yet when he saw them joined by yet another intriguing individual.

They were causing quite a scene, so he decided not to intervene, and passively watched from afar.