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Edited by Gingiebread:
4/28/2020 6:13:45 AM
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(Rp) There’s a lass here who could probably use some help...
Cara, an Irishwoman, is walking on a path in the western forest of Offtopic. Her bright auburn hair is tied back in a loose braid, and her attire consists the dress of a modest barmaid. The sun is setting, and she quickens her pace, hoping to reach her little cottage before dark. She hears a [i]snap[/i] in the branches of a nearby tree and stops before continuing on her way. The woman walks for a good minute more when she notices what sounds like footsteps behind her. She looks over her shoulder to find five men in leather armor. She gasps and turns to run only to feel a hand grab her wrist. In an attempt to free herself, she whips around and swings her satchel at her assailant. The leather smacks him in the jaw and causes him to step back in surprise, releasing her wrist. However, the other bandits surround her, leaving no clear way of escape. She crosses her arms, fire in her eye, and stares at the men.
“Ye best let me go, lads,” she says angrily, hiding her concern that they would find her hard-earned currency in her bag, “Don’ ye have anythin’ better ta do?”
The man whom she had hit stands up straight. “Come now. We only want what’s in your little bag. Hand it over and perhaps we’ll leave peaceably.”
Cara rolls her eyes. “Absolutely not! Go work fer yer own coin!”
At her defiance the bandits step in toward her. She clutches her satchel close, heart racing. [i]Who[/i] will save her, now?
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#Offtopic
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59 Replies[spoiler]Y’know, I wasn’t originally planning to participate, but you said in your other thread that you’re down to get suggestions and helpful criticisms, which always makes me more inclined to join, and as far as I can tell this seems to be individual campaigns, right? So I’m down! Just don’t be surprised if I take forever to respond every now & then![/spoiler] A large bolt of lightning crashes down in the middle of the crowd, and the bandits hear footsteps behind them. Standing there in the dark is a girl in a white jacket, with long blonde hair, and a white eyepiece over her left eye. In her hands is a glowing pink laser scythe, which she points at the thugs. “You know, I’m not much for this hero thing.” She says. “But you lot are interrupting my walk.”
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26 RepliesA man in a black duster walks out of a red portal on a tree* “Gentlemen Gentlemen. Decency is a hard thing to come by these days. Let’s not make a mess in front of the lady shall we?” [spoiler]Crowley is a carbon copy of David Tenant as himself. [/spoiler]
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3 RepliesBlake watched from the shadows. He began to whistle a tune he knew but could not remember how he knew it. His whistle seemed to sound as if it was coming from different places each time he stopped. He drew his Thorn and walked closer to the group. “This isn’t the best idea...” his Ghost murmured. “Maybe...but it’ll be fun.” The old man mused with mischievous smile.
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25 RepliesEdited by UnwiseGeoduck84: 4/28/2020 3:57:48 PMIt’s like that one superhero thing where they instantly appear at a minor crime, but this time every superhero is showing up at once.
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41 RepliesConveniently, a squat dwarf with a long dark brown beard clad in padded armor decided to take a stroll in that side of the town. He is whistling a tune as he goes, carrying a single bladed axe bigger then him as a walking stick. He comes across the figures and shouts out towards them. “Ey! What are ye doing with that lass o’re there. Let her go free if ye know what’s best for ye!”
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2 Replies[quote][i]Who[/i] will save her, now?[/quote] ...Batman.
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15 Replies*a swirling red portal opens behind the thugs, and a large man in green armor carrying a double barreled shotgun steps out of it.* Let. Her. Go.
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33 Replies[quote][i]Who[/i] will save her, now?[/quote] Good question.
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37 RepliesEdited by Sliver Greylen: 4/29/2020 5:40:40 AM[quote]Cara, an Irishwoman, is walking on a path in the western forest of Offtopic. Her bright auburn hair is tied back in a loose braid, and her attire consists the dress of a modest barmaid. The sun is setting, and she quickens her pace, hoping to reach her little cottage before dark. She hears a [i]snap[/i] in the branches of a nearby tree and stops before continuing on her way. The woman walks for a good minute more when she notices what sounds like footsteps behind her. She looks over her shoulder to find five men in leather armor. She gasps and turns to run only to feel a hand grab her wrist. In an attempt to free herself, she whips around and swings her satchel at her assailant. The leather smacks him in the jaw and causes him to step back in surprise, releasing her wrist. However, the other bandits surround her, leaving no clear way of escape. She crosses her arms, fire in her eye, and stares at the men. “Ye best let me go, lads,” she says angrily, hiding her concern that they would find her hard-earned currency in her bag, “Don’ ye have anythin’ better ta do?” The man whom she had hit stands up straight. “Come now. We only want what’s in your little bag. Hand it over and perhaps we’ll leave peaceably.” Cara rolls her eyes. “Absolutely not! Go work fer yer own coin!” At her defiance the bandits step in toward her. She clutches her satchel close, heart racing. [i]Who[/i] will save her, now?[/quote] [i]Without making a noise, Sitri floated into view from trees, seemingly in a mindless wander. A black mask that had glowing red eyes covered his face and smokey aura wafted around at his feet. As he noticed the scuffle, he paused, looking in their general direction. [/i] “Some fresh blood for my Slivers? Delightful.” [i]His sounded monotone, as if he was apathetic towards the well-being of the men he was staring at. Underneath his cloak, something slithered around, creating a bump on his chest before disappearing back into the folds of the cloth. [/i]
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2 RepliesI don't understand off topic no matter how hard I try
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11 Replies[i]A passing drop ship, returning from a scouting party, sees the maid being attacked. It deploys a pair of Legionaries to assist.[/i] "Release the citizen." [i]They raise their weapons[/i]
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1 ReplySuddenly she decides that she will save herself. Being Irish she naturally has a bottle of whisky on her. She holds it up for the would be thieves to see and then tosses it into the woods. The ruffians follow the tossed bottle like dogs to a bone and Cara laughs and turns to flee, but then she is smitten by the whisky bug herself and follows the men. Being thirstier than they, she knocks out each and every one by hitting them over the head with her bag of gold. Bottle and bag in hand, she whistles a tun as she goes on her merry way.
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I put my conclusion to the story in a spoiler cuz it’s really big and I don’t want anyone to have to scroll past it all. [spoiler]The woman is robbed and killed. [/spoiler]
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47 RepliesA certain bard had been travelling down the same road, playing his instrument as he went. At first he did not hear the scuffle for the noise of his music, but as he got closer he heard, and then, saying in as loud a stage voice as he could muster, he drew his rapier, ran towards them and cried: "Halt, fiends! Return to your holes if you value your honor!"
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19 RepliesEdited by Loot: 4/28/2020 3:42:36 PM*a nearby tree bursts into golden flame as a pentagram is burned at its roots, as it topples over a man in a golden suit with ten red and black horns steps out of the pentagram* ... What seems to be the problem here gentlemen?... *he adjusts his cuffs*
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9 RepliesEdited by Concordia Kitsune: 4/28/2020 4:48:24 PMVarvatos Vex steps in. “Varvatos Vex will give you men approximately three seconds to run and hide like cowards before he unleashes his full wrath and righteous fury! [b][i][u]GLORIOUS!!![/u][/i][/b]”
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Its a trap
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21 RepliesBlaze starts to walk into the forest. “Did I hear screaming? I think I heard screaming.”
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33 Replies*A portal opens in the sky and I fall out, slamming into the ground* Hello there
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22 Replies[spoiler]y'know what, why not. I've got nothing else to do[/spoiler] I walk out of the shadows of the trees, my black beskar'gam glinting in the fading light. Behind my visor I smile in anticipation of a fight. "You boys lost?" I call out
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Edited by CommonBlueberry: 4/28/2020 3:24:54 PMUh oh. There's only one way to solve a problem like this... [spoiler][i]TACTICAL NUKE, INCOMING!!![/i][/spoiler]
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1 ReplyJust then Italian Spiderman swings in on a string of a the fettucine. He then helps the highwaymen beat the shit out of Cara and take her money thus teaching her the metaphysical lesson that nothing in the material is permanent. You're welcome -blam!-.
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2 Replies[spoiler]Holy shit an Irishman! If I wasn't half dead and needed to wake up in ten hours I'd definitely join[/spoiler] bUwUnp
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19 RepliesA Kunai lands before the woman, sticking into the ground in the midst of the encircling men. A tag 🏷 with writing hangs off of the kunai, appearing to be a message.
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19 Replies[spoiler]sunset. Yes.[/spoiler] “Now fine gentlemen why don’t you release your target and continue on with your simpleton lives.” Came a voice from the shadows of the new night. A figure dressed in a black suit from the 1800s and sporting a top hat leans against a nearby tree as he speaks. His eyes burn like the soft glow of a torch. [spoiler]this character has only been in my storys so far. This should be a nice little time to test him.[/spoiler]
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BuNp for later!
