Fantasy Explore the Realm

[DarkledMind]

A new world has opened up to you, one of adventure, magic, romance, political intrigue and above all else, power.


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Motton is a fairly large port town. In the center of it, atop the steep hill lies a large mansion where the mayor lives. The southern part of town is the old town, where gracious old buildings lie, their oak woods colored and worn by the harsh sea wind that blows through during the winter. To the north is the new part of town, developed in the last fifty years, and is starkly different from the luxurious old town. The new town is highly industrialized, with straight roads that do not move with the hilly land. All the houses look the same, and there is always a heavy feeling in the air, like you are trapped and the sawdust from the mill is filling your lungs.


Motton sits upon a cape that juts outward and points to the rising sun. The highway winds around the tip of the cape, much to the displeasure of the locals and the mayor. On the tip of the cape lies the last bit of forest in the area, and belongs to the mayor. It is dense and overrun, harboring deep secrets. Not as many secrets as the old sunken ship just off the coast, according to locals. The ship leans against mountain of rock jutting out of the water, called Dragon Tooth. Some do believe it is the tip of an ancient dragon's nose, whose sleepy breathing controls the tides.


The weather has just begun to turn towards winter. The trees in town are changing colors, and their leaves are strewn around like scattered pearls across the dark cobbled streets. The sky is dark and cloudy, giving a mythical edge to this seemingly mundane town.


When the wind blows, it cuts to the bone.

 

[DrHuggies]

(Changed his preffered name to The Hitman)


The Hitman walked along the streets of Motton. He whistled an old tune about a dragon who lays sleeping in the water. Today he had another contract in the older part of town. The Hitman had his fibre wire wrapped around his hands and walked tall and proud.


The Hitman then turned and knocked on the door of a nearby home. A friendly looking old lady opened the door. The Hitman held out a wad of cash (or whatever currency they use) to the woman. He placed a finger to his lips and drew his two pistols. He climbed out the window and over the fence into the target's lawn. The Hitman then jumped onto a windowsill and leaped up, grabbing onto a ledge. He hoisted himself up and shimmied along the edge until he came across an open window. He peeked inside and when he saw that there was no one he smiled and entered. The Hitman calmly walked the corridors of the house. He came upon a room where he heard two people conversing. The Hitman waited until there was the sound of footsteps. He hid in the nearby closet. "Well I'll see you again Sir," the man left and went downstairs. The Hitman came out of the closet and drew one of his two silenced guns. He walked into the room where his target was and pointed the pistol at his head. The Hitman put his spare finger over his lips and fired the gun. There was the pting of a silenced gun and then the splat of the bullet contacting the mans head. The Hitman then grabbed the now dead target and dumped him out the window. He climbed out after him and threw him into a small garbage bag. The Hitman then light a match and threw it onto the bag and walked back down the street, whistling the same old tune.


(If there is anything I need to change please tell me)

 

[DarkledMind]

The street wound and curved with the side of the hill, moseying along with no strict intention of going anywhere. At one end of the main street that looped through the old town was the mansion of the mayor. On the other end was the docks, where large ships lay in the bay, their sail tightly furled while they sat at port, waiting for their next adventure.


Along the port was the business section of town. There were many brightly colored stalls, vending everything from exotic jewelery to vegetables. The local tavern for this part of town sat with it's bright red roof and forest green doors. The Whistling Wind was a bright and jovial place, contradicting the dark and seemingly ominous clouds in the sky. The trade goods store, or the warehouse as some people called it, was across the street from the tavern. Today was a bit of a lull, but the store was bustling as always with sailors from the new ships that had docked last night and early this morning.

 

[Giovanni Favehari]

Mauro was chosen one day by the elders of his realm to switch realms. The elders of the others were in desperate need for another warrior. One day Mauro fell asleep and woke up in a weird looking room. He walked out of the building and looked upon a vass amout of water. On the shore were mutliple stores. He noticed he had his armor on and decided to buy some civilian clothes. He walked to the nearest clothes shop and saw mutliple strange outfits. He picked out a silver jacket with a white Tshirt. And some regular black pants. He kept his hilt on with his shortbow around his chest. "Welp I guess this is home now" He bought some bread and drake it with ale and searched the city.

 

[DarkledMind]

The city was not vast, but difficult to maneuver around. As Mauro explored the city, he could sense an odd heaviness in the air. It was pungent and unnerving, but just faint enough not to be recognized as what it truly was. This feeling sat on the back of the mind and itched like a fever. But if you gazed at the ocean, or the tall, snow crested mountains beyond the town, the itching went away and was replaced with peace.


The wind began to blow lightly through the town, sharp and cold. The locals would turn their face to the wind and smile, while the foreign sailors would tug at their shirts when the breeze licked their toned arms.

 

[TurtleGod]

Neto rubbed his head as he sat up. He opened his eyes, and looked around. He saw sand surrounding him, hearing the calming sound of water hitting the shore, and his head began to think again. Where was he? Why was he there? What did he have? Was there anyone here? These questions and more swirled through his head until he couldn't take it any more. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. When he finally did, he slowly stood up. He felt like his body parts were rusted. He looked around him. If there were any supplies that might help him, he'll go for it. As he looked around, he noticed straps on his shoulders. He slid his hands out of the straps, curious on what it was. When he slid his hand out of the other, he heard a plop. He turned around quickly, and saw a bag. He searched through the contents. They seemed pretty normal. Like a high school kid's bag. He picked it back up, and felt himself almost drop. Was this the thing that made him feel rusty? Whichever way, there was nothing to do about it. He walked up the beach, straining his head up as much as possible so he could see when he reached the top of it.


(Sorry, I might not be the BEST writer.)

 

[DarkledMind]

Just beyond the beach was a dark grey cobblestone highway, with ruts that were smooth from centuries of carts and carriages traveling by. The highway was right next to a deep dense forest. The wind whistled through the changing leaves, making a deep howling noise as it echoed through some of the oldest trees. It was a deeply disturbing noise, but held a magical quality. The leaves were no longer leaves, but pixies when the wind howled like a sad, lost wolf. It was cold and the wind just made it colder, almost unbearably to someone not used to it.

 

[TurtleGod]

Neto shivered as he entered the highway. The wind was a bit... Frightening. Like an omen. He listened to the wind as he continued his progression. He checked his backpack. He took out an apple, and munched on it as he rubbed his sleeveless arms.

 

[DarkledMind]

In the distance, from the north, there was the sound of a rumbling cart. The wind nearly covered the sound, but the sound of men being jovial were much louder than the howling wind. If you looked around the corner, you could see the men, shoving each other playfully and laughing. They all had a beer in their hands and would take healthy swigs occasionally as they walked alongside the horse driven cart.

 

[TurtleGod]

Neto walked for... How long? Well, quite a long time, in short. His whole body felt like it was freezing, and he was barely able to walk when he walked into a man. He looked up, and saw the man had not noticed him. He was continuing to take a drink from his beer bottle. How weird. There are people here. He tapped the man on the shoulder, asking "Uh... Where am I?" while walking with the cart.

 

[DarkledMind]

The man raised his brow. He and his mates were scraggly looking. He was quite tall compared to Neto, and looked down his crooked nose at the boy. "Aye, what a fairy folk like you doing hear?" He took a long drink from his beer. "I thought you fellas liked to stay near yer own places."


A man who sat atop the cart, which was full of sawn logs, piped in as he jumped from the cart. "Aye! He may be from that forest there." He pointed at the dense forest next to the highway. "You wander out of yer little hole, huh, pixie?" The man seemed to be the leader, as the rest of the men nodded whenever he said anything.

 

[Giovanni Favehari]

Mauro walked along a cobblestone looking path near the shore for a bit. He heard hustling and what sound like men drinking. He walked to a alley way and say a few men taking swigs. They stopped as a young fairy looking boy approached them. "What is his kind doing out here." He looked at himself in a puddle and laughed at his comment. He walked towards the group and walked passed the men. "Hey you must have been realmed switched, I'm Mauro. Half human Half elf nice to meet you. I'm new here too."

 

[TurtleGod]

"F-Fairy folk?" asked Neto. He had no clue what the man meant by that. Forest...? Fairy? "What do you mean?" he asked, now ignoring his older question. He saw Mauro walk up to him and introduce himself. "I'm Neto..." he said shakily. He wasn't feeling good. This fairy stuff. And he said he was half elf! There's fairies and elves here?! Ah, his brain... It was shaking around in his head, trying to solve his questions. He rubbed his head once again, feeling the same feeling he felt when he woke up on the shore. It was sort of... Just a weird feeling. It was... It was like he had someone else in his head...

 

[DarkledMind]

The men looked at Mauro oddly, their brows furrowed in confusion. The one who first addressed Neto turned to the leader and loudly whispered, "What he talking about, Illar?"

 

[DrHuggies]

The Hitman strolled down to the port and into The Whistling Wind. This was his usual place where he received his contracts. Hw sat down at the bench and got himself a cup of beer. He turned on his bar stool and looked around the tavern, seeing if anyone would approach him.

 

[DarkledMind]

The barmaid nodded at him as he walked in. She stood there, as normal, cleaning the glasses. It was quiet. A few of the sailors from the ships were strewn around the bar. The local story teller sat in the corner, nursing a pint, as he always did.

 

[DrHuggies]

The Hitmam drained his glass and left the tavern. He walked out of the port and headed to the more modern part of town where he lived. He liked it there because all the houses were the same making it almost impossible to track him

 

[DarkledMind]

The Hitman could hear the conversation between the men and the two realm hoppers, as the wind has now died down. Illar stares at the two before him, quickly scanning his mind for what to do with these odd people.

 

[DrHuggies]

The Hitman walked up to the men. He placed his gloved hands on the side of the carriage and listened to them converse. Strange, he thought, why are there fairy folk out here. The Hitman then peered into the carriage to see the contents.

 

[DarkledMind]

Illar swore under his breath and then leaned in to the nearest mate of his. "We need to go see the boss about this, I think." The man nodded, and then attempted to simply leave Neto and Mauro.

 

[Ink Bottle Faerie]

Faervel sat silent and poised atop her horse, trotting down the wide cobbled path leading to the great semi-industrial city of Motton. Her dark black hood was pulled up over her head, casting ha shadow across her brow. Their was a strip of cloth sewn to the cloak that covered her nose and mouth, protecting her skin from the chilling wind. The chill reminded her of simpler days, when she was a young elf in a frozen woodland.But there was no woodland here. Just a pitifully small patch of forest that wasn't meant for the public eye.


Fearvel was in town on business. A new customer had requested her game and had sent a messenger asking her to travel to Motton once she acquired the specific meats they wanted. She enchanted them with potions for preservation and health, as was custom. Faervel found her business growing all the time, her meats becoming a talked about addition to the kitchens of many nobles for fair prices. Preservation potions were hard to make, and even harder to combine with meat and other potions without negative effects. Her business was unique and set up to prosper.


Fearvel shifted her posture, feeling her bow and quiver shift on her back. The wind cut off her ability to hear far away sounds, but she stayed diligent nonetheless.

 

[DrHuggies]

The Hitman took a few coins (maybe do a dice roll to see if they notice? If you do does he get some advantage for being a proffesional thief?) The Hitman placed the money inside his suit pocket and left the scene. After a few minutes of walking The Hitman reached his home. He entered and slumped down onto the couch. He went upstairs and inspected his assortment of weapons and tools. Lock picking kit, assortments of knives and a rifle. He would need to purchase specific items if needed for a job. The Hitman put away the rifle and all the knives but one, this one was specially designed for throwing. He pocketed this as well as the lockpicking kit and headed back downstairs.

 

[Giovanni Favehari]

"Hey Neto let's go somewhere else to talk." Mauro grabbed Neto hand and twisted through city streets speddly to loose the men. He stopped by a cart and bout Neto a green hoodie. "Hey put this on" Then they walked into a small resterant and sat at a small table. "So where yah from"

 

[TurtleGod]

"Er..." Neto said. He had just been pulled through streets, given a green hoodie, and was pulled into a restraunt. He needed a second to collect his thoughts. Where was he from...? Actually, where was he from? "I-I don't know." admitted Neto as he shrugged.

 

[Giovanni Favehari]

Mairo looked at the boy. "Maybe since your young and small, the realm warp had some after effects." He looked at the boy closer."You do seem to remember name though, It should wear off in about a day or two. For now we need to lay low the people here aren't used to our kind apparrently." He looked around and asked for a waitress. "Foods on me, my realm elders set me up with a lot of cash when they switched me. What would you like Neto."