Campire Stories

Melancholia · #1

Little information -
<div class='spoiler_toggle'>Spoiler: click to toggle</div><div class="spoiler" style="display:none;">I remember 3kul having an introduction/questions thread on Blackstar, and I remember it being a pretty good way to flesh out a new character and also a good way for others to ask questions about whichever characters are currently around, such as finding more detail in their history or personalities. While 3kul's thread had a stage, pedestal and snacks, I thought a campfire might be a little more reasonable since it seems as if everyone's still deciding on the geography and settings. I also noticed that there currently is a sort-of introductions RP, but I had thought that another slightly more casual RP might be a good idea - where anyone can just appear and disappear with only two posts between if desired. If anything's wrong, feel free to poke me and I'll edit it.</div>

The flickering tongues of fire threw a warm, cozy feel to the opening in which a campfire was currently crackling away. Night was slowly advancing and the orange glow which had coated the sky was beginning to fade to a more blueish tone as dusk began to arrive. It was quiet mostly, apart from the fire and the tinkering of the man of apparent middle-age that was currently sitting on a log, tending to a large cauldron filled with what appeared to be a large stew or casserole of some type. Resting on the embers on the outskirts of the fireplace were a few large tubs of mashed potatoes, keeping warm while the cauldron was being tended to. Next to the tent were two barrels, both of which were fizzing slightly. One had been a little alchemical experiment with an attempt to bind carbon gas to a caffeinated caramel-tasting drink, which had gone incredibly well, and the other slightly less bubbling barrel with a label of "Dewsong" was filled to the brim with beer.

It was a welcoming sight, to say the least; a warm fire, hot food, drink and ale in a clearing. While attracting company wasn't Cronus' goal, he mentally admitted that it was quite a prospect, which is why he'd prepared the large amounts of food. The Alchemist hadn't met anyone while he'd been here, but then again he still wasn't quite sure as to how he'd gotten here in the first place, but he assumed that he wasn't the only one. Perhaps it would be best to make friends in a new environment instead of falling to his reclusive standards - alienating people in a strange and unknown environment couldn't be the best idea... anyways, whatever happens will happen. But for now... the stew was almost done.

#2

((*pokes Melancholia*
Um, I gotta say, I'm a bit confused about some aspects of this RP. Are you going to be asking the questions or is everybody who turns up supposed to? Are the chars who do turn up supposed to have already been involved in the world in some way, or can they be new too?

Or am I just reading too much into this and everyone can turn up with anyone? XD))

Melancholia · #3

(( The idea was that anyone can turn up with anyone and anyone can ask any one of the characters that's being played in the RP any question that they want while being in character. The characters can be new, old, half-written and in the process of being made, absolutely anything. =) ))

#4

((Alrighty then! I've got one I have barely used that I wanna try out anyway))

There's a rustle outside of the clearing and what appears to be a human woman steps through into the gap. Starling had been attracted to the light, since to her fire tended to mean safety and in this instance she was right. Starling was wearing a supple, soft leather long sleeved top complete with leather trousers and leather boots, all of which were slightly different shades of brown. However, she also wore a helmet that was clearly not a part of this assembly and made her stick out like a sore thumb. It was a light green helmet, with stylised bat like wings sticking out of the top of it. On her back there was a large, kite shaped shield and a sheathe holding a long thin sword.

"Excuse me" Starling said to the old man "would you mind if I rested here for a bit? This place is... so different I was just glad to see a fire"

#5

((I figured I might reboot this as I have no idea where to get started again if I'm honest. I'll find something soon.

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The sun was setting when Markus arrived in a clearing to the side of the road. There was little to say about the clearing, but immediately he noticed a ring of stones containing the ashes of a long dead fire. It was almost overgrown.

"Well." He thought to himself. "This seems as good a place as any to stop for the night.

Markus quickly gathered a variety of sticks and makeshift kindling, and got the fire started just as the first few drops of rain began to fall. He rolled his eyes and adjusted his coat, muttering a small thanks for at least having his hat on. He unslung his backpack and began to set up his tent, before the rain got too heavy.

#6

Fade was soon to turn up at the fire that had gone out, but then been re-lit. The assassin had been on an odd job, however, though that job was over the journey back was a long one. Of course, now it was beginning to rain.

A fire already started was more logical to turn up at, than trying to make her own further away with wetter kindling.

So, Fade the blue clad, blue haired assassin simply turned up at the opposite side of the fire to Markus, announcing her intention of sharing it simply by being there, and stood warming her hands over the flames.

((Wb Borg!))

Jent · #7

The dreary campsite seemed to attract a small following in such a short span. Jent himself a natural wander, managed to get himself lost within these neck of the woods. To his surprise, a couple fellows sat besides a small fire besides the road. "Greetings travelers," the man said with a relaxed tone.

#8

Markus wrestled with the tent a short while, spitting curses all the way, before standing to address Jent.

"Hello, feel free to-" Markus started, before stopping for a second. He had just noticed the very blue woman. He concluded he must be getting closer to the encampment, the further away he got the... plainer the people became.

"My apologies" Markus said, addressing Fade "I didn't notice you there. This blasted tent doesn't like to go up very quickly."

He quickly threw his back back and rifle into the tent before anything got too soaked. He had considered trying to hunt for some fresh meat tonight, but the rain alone put a stop to that.

"So, do either of you come from the encampment, or have been there lately? I've been travelling the country a while and I'm a little out of the loop."

((Thanks Swix, it feels good to be back.

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Jent · #9

Ignoring the increasing downpour, he bowed at the disgruntled mercenary while fumbling around. "Sorry to disturb you with your own encampment in process, though I've been looking for some nearby shelter for the time being," Jent replied. "Yes, I have heard of that place. Been there, stayed there, left a few weeks back. I've just not the type to stay in one place for long."

Tilting his head to the side, he beckoned for Fade's attention. "I doubt that fire will last long in this storm, Miss.... ?"

#10

"You were spouting curses loud enough to drown out the downpour" Fade said, talking to Markus first. Her voice was cold, emotionless, calculating "It is unsurprising you failed to notice me"

The assassin then looked to Jent "My name is Fade, the fire will last long enough to serve it's purpose. I do not come from the Encampment, however, I live close to it and was making my way back over there. Whom might you be?"

#11

Markus froze for a moment as a feeling of familiarity peppered with dread set in... as to why though, he couldn't say. He dismissed the thoughts and turned to his tent once more, retrieving a gourmet meal of bread that was tough as old boots and cheese smelling so strong it would knock out a horse. He turned back to the fire looking distinctly unsatisfied.

"Bloody one horse farming towns..." He grumbled "The name's Markus. It would appear to be that we're on the same road." He finished turning to Fade.

Jent · #12

"Why Fade, I nothing more than a mere Jent. To which I reveal in no prior knowledge of any previous engagements between you two, I decline to intrude on such topic any more at risk of displeasing either," he declared to the new strangers. "I myself will take a trip on the road to the next stop after the rain passes. Perhaps we could talk along the flames whilst we wait?"

Plucking the ends of his tattered suit, Jent discarded the useless jacket to the side as he sat down near the mutant. Smiling in content, the man hoped this stagnant air could be cleansed over time.

#13

"Someone who declares his name the same as his species is far less than a 'mere' anything in my experience" Fade commented to The Jent, an observation, nothing more She didn't comment on it any further, though, there was nothing more to say.

The assassin scrutinised the mercenary when he froze, perhaps a little more intently than would be comfortable. It seemed that some part of him was aware of the potential danger she could pose, yet he didn't seem to remember her at all. It was also possible it was a different Markus of course. Either way, this would make things much easier.

"Campfire stories would not be unwelcome" Fade told them, before moving off to set up her own shelter in a tree. It consisted of only two pieces of material, stretched from one strong branch to another by ropes, with the higher piece slanted so the rain didn't collect, instead pouring off one side. The one underneath obviously served as a hammock.

The material was thin, strong, and came from within one of the many pockets in her jacket. It wasn't her usual equipment, but it was necessary for travelling around. It was one advantage of knowing people who practiced magic.

"Who will go first?"

#14

After attempting to tear a bit of his bread off with minimal success, Markus spoke up.

"Well, I guess I finally get to gloat about this" He cheerfully remarked, pulling a fairly large and ornate pistol from a holster behind his back previously hidden by the travel worn coat. He pointed the barrel towards the sky, keeping sure to keep his finger off the trigger. The pistol was mostly comprised of golds and silvers which gleamed in the warm light of the fire. Covering the pistol were engravings of a strange sort, they were clearly letters and words, but Markus had never need anything like them. He had guessed that they were runes of some sort, possibly even magical.

"I won it in a game of cards, of all things." He explained, barely suppressing a smug look. "That's one advantage of travelling between backwater towns, the bloody hicks in them rarely know when they've got something valuable if it's not livestock or cold hard cash. Although I almost lost my hat in the process" He adjusted said hat before continuing.

"The thing is, I've no idea what this damned thing fires because it's not bullets. I tried loading one to test the gun and it refused to load, it was like I was tapping it against glass. Very odd." Markus explained, holstering the pistol again. "So I've been meaning to stop by the encampment anyway and see if anyone will take it off of my hands... for a decent price, naturally."

Markus leaned towards the fire, attempting to dry off the rain as it fell. "There's nothing much more... exciting to tell I'm afraid. That's a lot of the other reason behind coming back I suppose. I can't really remember why I left in the first place."

He looked towards Fade again, hand in the air.

"I probably got on someone's bad side." He finished with a sly smile.

Jent · #15

What an attentive person, thinking to himself. Must be used to discerning the most passable of 'humans' in a substantial crowd, despite the lack of any exterior signs that would suggest his peculiarity. Or like Fade, he shouldn't worry over a non-issue in a world diverse as Pax.

Rather, Jent followed the mercenary's story. A gun incapable of using bullets? Markus possessed a strange weapon which perplexed him in its proper function. "I know of someone in town who may be interested in it for uniqueness alone," he chipped in. "Usually comes off as indifferent, I've known the man before arriving to Pax with his main vice being a dry sense of humor. Blah."

Swatting a matted side of hair drooping in his face, he brushed it out of the way. "Really, the 'softie' scares off the newcomers at times when they get unreasonable."