RavenSong
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This story takes place in the world of Isekai Hell following the journey of Zeke and Loke (and whoever else) on their quest for instruction from one of Rykens finest Grandmasters: Iwamoto Keiji.
RP Listenings:
Location: Southeast of Ryken; Goldcrest.
Getting word from various sources, Zeke in his search for a way to imbue his current body with that of his previous incarnation, eventually led him to this remote village. The outskirts of Rykes southeastern foothills are dense and slightly more humid than other places around Ryken, mostly due to the geography and various vortexes which are rumored to produce the purest forms of mana. Goldcrest, the home to a simple peasantry whose daily activities revolve around agriculture and leading a life of immense moral discipline. While under the rule of Ryken bureaucrats, it is the peasant warriors who defend it. Officials find themselves constantly at odds with the dwellers of this resource rich land. With little success in the field of industry, the nobility shares its power with the peasant autonomous council.
After an arduously long journey, the party would stand at the entrance of the village. They’d notice the pristine and lush vegetation and the atmosphere inspired a sense of peace. During this time in Goldcrest, there appeared to be an ongoing festival of sorts. Warriors and spectators alike would make the journey from far and wide to put their skills to the test against the elites of Goldcrest. As the party walked into the village, vendors offered their food and other wares and services. But the main attraction and purpose was the various teachers and their students displaying their techniques and weaponry. While other groups trained in unison, making the ground rumble and their fierce battle cries echo through the mountains.
Among those conducting their demonstrations a fierce looking warrior would eye the party. “Hey you!” He called with a demanding finger. “You’re not from around here are you?” His question was more like a statement as he rose from his stool. He had the bearing of a teacher as his mean student fighters would follow in his wake. Spectators and other martial artists would turn their attention towards the growing commotion. “I challenge you to a fight..” he said as he eyed Zeke up and down, sizing him up. “..against my best student.”
His attention would turn towards another, as he made himself known approaching Zeke. Without a word, his eyes formed a scowl as he opened his stance in the middle of the courtyard. The crowd began to murmur. “He won’t accept.” “Come on! He’s weak!” “20 rykes on the newcomer.”
Stella, with open wings stood on Zekes shoulder, only recently having come into the world her eyes widened with awe. “W-whoa!” She exclaimed as she observed the massive architecture. “Zeke, where are we?!”
Her little front claws clutched onto Zeke's shirt as she took in the various faces, and the smells! Oh the smells! “That smells so good! Let’s go get something to eat!” She begged as her wings flapped, hovering her scaly body above Zeke's head. Unfortunately for her Zeke was on a mission, but her pouting was interrupted at the sudden demands coming from a smelly uniformed man. She tilted her head, before it became a glare. “H-hey! That’s no way to treat a guest! Maybe you should be inviting us to dinner…. sir!”
The teachers eyebrow twitched at the star dragons remarks but other than that was ignored.
Stella looked around as people in the crowd muttered many things before bringing her face to Zekes ear. “Zeke.. l-let’s get out of here, something tells me these people won’t play fair.”
NeramoDJI
RP Listenings:
Location: Southeast of Ryken; Goldcrest.
Getting word from various sources, Zeke in his search for a way to imbue his current body with that of his previous incarnation, eventually led him to this remote village. The outskirts of Rykes southeastern foothills are dense and slightly more humid than other places around Ryken, mostly due to the geography and various vortexes which are rumored to produce the purest forms of mana. Goldcrest, the home to a simple peasantry whose daily activities revolve around agriculture and leading a life of immense moral discipline. While under the rule of Ryken bureaucrats, it is the peasant warriors who defend it. Officials find themselves constantly at odds with the dwellers of this resource rich land. With little success in the field of industry, the nobility shares its power with the peasant autonomous council.
After an arduously long journey, the party would stand at the entrance of the village. They’d notice the pristine and lush vegetation and the atmosphere inspired a sense of peace. During this time in Goldcrest, there appeared to be an ongoing festival of sorts. Warriors and spectators alike would make the journey from far and wide to put their skills to the test against the elites of Goldcrest. As the party walked into the village, vendors offered their food and other wares and services. But the main attraction and purpose was the various teachers and their students displaying their techniques and weaponry. While other groups trained in unison, making the ground rumble and their fierce battle cries echo through the mountains.
Among those conducting their demonstrations a fierce looking warrior would eye the party. “Hey you!” He called with a demanding finger. “You’re not from around here are you?” His question was more like a statement as he rose from his stool. He had the bearing of a teacher as his mean student fighters would follow in his wake. Spectators and other martial artists would turn their attention towards the growing commotion. “I challenge you to a fight..” he said as he eyed Zeke up and down, sizing him up. “..against my best student.”
His attention would turn towards another, as he made himself known approaching Zeke. Without a word, his eyes formed a scowl as he opened his stance in the middle of the courtyard. The crowd began to murmur. “He won’t accept.” “Come on! He’s weak!” “20 rykes on the newcomer.”
Stella, with open wings stood on Zekes shoulder, only recently having come into the world her eyes widened with awe. “W-whoa!” She exclaimed as she observed the massive architecture. “Zeke, where are we?!”
Her little front claws clutched onto Zeke's shirt as she took in the various faces, and the smells! Oh the smells! “That smells so good! Let’s go get something to eat!” She begged as her wings flapped, hovering her scaly body above Zeke's head. Unfortunately for her Zeke was on a mission, but her pouting was interrupted at the sudden demands coming from a smelly uniformed man. She tilted her head, before it became a glare. “H-hey! That’s no way to treat a guest! Maybe you should be inviting us to dinner…. sir!”
The teachers eyebrow twitched at the star dragons remarks but other than that was ignored.
Stella looked around as people in the crowd muttered many things before bringing her face to Zekes ear. “Zeke.. l-let’s get out of here, something tells me these people won’t play fair.”
NeramoDJI
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