Fantasy The Unclaimed Wilds IC

[Rerri]

Rules:

1. Follow all the site rules. This one's a given.

2. Try to limit your characters. I'll message a few of you soon about questionably powerful abilities, but for the most part, I expect everyone to have and show weaknesses and to allow their characters to be put into tough-to-handle situations. It's supposed to be a survival-heavy RP, and if everyone feels invincible, it won't be very fun. (Also, I should note that I'm impressed with everyone's characters. They honestly have a lot more depth than I was expecting. Kudos, everyone. I like this site.)

There should also be no 'perfect' abilities. Things like telekenisis, hydrokenisis, etc., for example, should come at a cost. The user should be forced to give up some mobility for concentration, or something in that vein, so that there's never an excuse to just bat any would-be attacker out of the air 100% of the time, if that make sense. Everyone should take some hits in combat situations.

3. No killing other players without consulting them first. There will be plenty of monsters around for you to show off your sweet moves. No one wants their character to meet an untimely demise.

4. You can kill off your own character, but... send me a message first, preferably a PM.

5. You can PM me about any concerns you have. I won't ever ignore you and feedback really helps the RP progress. Everyone should be a significant part of the story.

6. Feel free to world build. As long as it doesn't interfere with the main story or other characters in a drastic way, you can play with the lore and history of the UW world.

7. Use the OOC chat to collaborate/ plan story events with other players, or to just goof off and talk about whatever.

 

[Rerri]

Your application was accepted. After applying to explore the Unclaimed Wilds, and months of waiting, the reply was finally delivered to your doorstep by a sooty, wild-eyed clank automaton this morning. You open it and pull free the fine parchment within to read. It's surprisingly brief.

"Congratulations!" it begins.
"You have been selected to represent Eternia by pioneering the Unclaimed Wilds! Your journey will not be easy, but the Council of Elders has faith in you, explorer! Your skill and bravery will be tested in the coming months, and you will surely face many of the beasts and monsters that plague our great civilization! But will you let our hard-earned peace go to waste? Will you let the scum of the dark continent steal into the homes of our forefathers? No! With your help, we will tame the untamable land! So be prepared, venture forth, and conquer in the name of Eternia!

"In exactly one month, you shall be expected at The Waving Moon Inn in Tingston City of the Dwarven Kingdom. There, you shall find a ship waiting for you to take you and the rest of your party to the Wilds. We suggest that you arrive at least one hour before midday (departure time) to meet your fellow party-members, as you will be working together over the course of your stent in our employ. If you cannot find suitable transport with which to travel to Tingston, please write soon and we will arrange for a steam carriage to retrieve you.

"We trust that you will dutifully prepare for the task ahead, and that you will make Eternia proud in your ventures!

"Good Luck"

It's signed "Mr. Barrows of the Committee of Propoganda, House of the Elders"

 

[Rerri]

Locasta had spent more of his life on the sea than he on land. He really didn’t know what cities were even like, except for the docks areas in them. It was for this reason that he had chosen to stay at an Inn that was in the main shopping district of Tingston, instead of just staying at the docks from which the ship to the Wilds would depart.

If he were going on a dangerous expedition to a land of monster where he could very well meet his fate, he wanted to see a little of the land-locked world first.

All he had with him were two cloth bags: one filled with clothes and essential care items like soap and some extra food, the other filled with all his map-making supplies and some ingredients for making his more useful potions and drafts. He also had a short sword hanging from one hip and a telescoping clank rifle holstered on the other in its compact form. The former was for defense, the latter was for small game hunting.

After some time, he eventually made it to the Waving Moon Inn, a small shabby building with a faded brick exterior and a large, even more faded wood sign depicting a smiling crescent moon.

He wasn’t the first one in the lobby that morning – a couple people sat by the low fire in the hearth, talking quietly - but no one looked like much of an adventurer to him, so he assumed they were all regular guests. There were still several hours to go before departure, so he wasn’t surprised. He took a seat at the small bar and ordered breakfast, preparing to wait.

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[Amerikia1126]

Arvien had spent the last of his money hitching rides to Tingston City, and had unfortunately arrived a couple days earlier than intended. Since then, he had been posing as a tourist, which really wasn't all that hard, this being the dwarven capital and Arvien being, well, Arvien. The dwarven flavor of inventive solutions was everywhere in the city, even their fishing boats, the most mundane of all ships. Their boats had been outfitted with all sorts of strange gear, and from what he could see from afar, it helped them catch much more fish than a fishing boat from back home.

He had been growing rather inspired by all of this, making mental notes on how some of the contraptions worked. He nearly forgot the reason he came to the city, that is until the docks got busier and most of the boats seemed to avoid a certain dock. Arvien was confused at first, then remembered the journey. He looked to the sky, finding the sun to be clearing the tops of the buildings. There was plenty of time until midday.

Still, he figured it was better to head to the inn sooner rather than later. He made his way to the inn, pausing outside the door to double-check if he had everything. Everything in his toolbelt seemed to be in order. His knapsack mostly full, his rations partly consumed and his canteen almost dry. He would have to fill it up before he got on the ship. Inns served water. Perhaps he could snatch some while no one was looking.

He entered the inn, spotting mostly dwarves mixed in with some weary travellers. There was an intimidating-looking man over by the bar. He was probably here for the journey. Arvien decided making friends with him would be in his best interest. He checked his pockets for spare change, finding none. There went that plan.

Arvien joined the group at the hearth instead, listening in to a conversation about someone making relations with the dockmaster's wife.

 

[u k i y o]

Lucifer and Luna
Lucifer and Luna flew above the clouds, a reasonable space between them so that neither got hit with the other's wing. It was a rather comfortable silence between the twins and it made one want to fall asleep, as long as they were okay with falling hundreds of feet to their death. The both of them had flown a pretty lengthy distance, even having to fly all day and night a couple of times so that they were sure they would make it there on time. At this point in their life it was nothing knew, and the two twins soon landed on the ground near The Waving Moon Inn to catch a breather before heading in. "What do you think everyone else is going to be like?" Lucifer asked as he looked up to his twin that unfairly towered over him. He never understood why she got most of their dad's genes and he had their mom's. He didn't mind but he'd like a least five inches added to his height. "Probably like you." Luna answered after a few moments of looking around for the Inn they were suppose to meet the others at.

"What exactly is that suppose to mean?" The younger of the two asked, kicking a rock a few feet away from them watching as it bounced along the concrete. "Annoying, irrelevant, and childish." Luna said with a small smile on her face as her younger twin began pouting. "You know you don't have to be so mean all the time." He said as they both spotted the Inn at the same time and began walking towards it. "Yes I know, but why be nice to people who don't deserve it?" She asked, although it sounded more like a statement then anything. "I'm hungry and it's been a few days since our last meal. Let's get something to eat at the Inn shall we?" She said as they entered the Inn and everything became a bit quieter. "Yeah, we'll need our energy for this journey." He said speaking in a low enough tone that only him and his sister would be able to hear.

Lucifer looked around the place while Luna sat down, pulling Lucifer down next to her. "First, pull your hood up. Second, was their anyone that looks like they'll be going on the same journey as us." She whispered as she bent down and appeared to be picking something up and not conversing with her brother at all. Lucifer pulled his hood up concealing most of his purple hair and took his sister's hair into his hands, causing her to turn her back towards him. He quickly wrote the words 'fire' and 'bar' on her back while beginning to braid her hair, making it look like he was simply moving her hair to the side. "Your hair is really long and pretty." He said with a smile on his face as he finished and made sure that it would stay. "It's rather troublesome if you ask me." She said as she nonchalantly looked over towards and bar and the fireplace, seeing the two men Lucifer had been talking about.

Sitting at the hearth was a male that appeared to be about Luna's height and only physically appearing a year or two older than the twins. He had dark brown hair and tanned skin, along with a tool belt around his waist, and a knapsack meaning that he was definitely going somewhere. Luna looked down at their own bags which had been placed next to their feet upon arrival. They had only packed essentials as they didn't want to carry too much luggage. Lucifer looked towards the bar at the male who appeared to be a couple of years older than them, his gaze not lingering on him for too long in case the other suspected him of staring. He appeared to have raven black hair although he couldn't see much more about the male appearance wise since he wasn't facing him. 'Well this is going to be rather interesting.' The both of them thought at the same time with a small smile on their faces.

 

[C r y s t a l s]

Flying for days straight was a pain. Little Eloise panted as her wings grew tired once again. She had taken very few breaks for the past few days wanting to be just on time for the trip. Or more of detective work other fairies seemed to not do right. How hard was it to find her friend and her sister after all? Luckily fairies didn't need to eat much and she just pulled energy from the plant life to keep her going. The fairy queen saw her destination and put a little boost into her speed before stopping suddenly and shifting into her human appearance. She didn't want other not to take her seriously, as many do with fairies.

Her tail swished side to side. No matter how hard she tried, she could never get a normal appearance and always had some form of unique characteristics. She landed gently on the ground, startling a few locals in the process. Eloise walked along to her destination, having to ask several for directions. Finally arriving at the Inn she was looking for.

Sighing in relief as she checked the time by the sun. She walked in and immediately was greeted by the sight of ...well an inn. She never been in a human town before, only meet a few humans herself. Most of them just now.

Eloise paused in the door way , getting a shove from some who was trying to leave, she stepped in side and headed straight towards the fire place, allowing her body to heat up. She moved her head side to side, looking for others but there was not many inside. She assumed the ones with gear where the explorers, pinpointing the few who matched the quota. She herself had a simple leather woven sachel containing food and rare herbs used for healing. And a few cooking utensils. Not much else since she didn't need clothing or tools.

Smiling to herself, she sat down in front of the fire place , on the floor since she had a hard time in a chair with her tail. It was too thick and uncomfortable.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Samuel "Ark" Moreau​

"No, no. Don't ruin this for me." A local seamstress had been employed to sew a flag for The Horaster, and this was the third time she returned with something unsatisfactory. "I told you multiple times that I do not want it to resemble the Moreau flag in the slightest! You have the design notes, Get it done!" His voice was harsh, but much nicer than most days. The coming ventures had him on the edge of his seat and kept his mood high, leading to far fewer shaky legs on the ship.

He waved her off and leaned against the railing once more. The Horaster was a large carrack, capable of carrying a cargo more than enough for long voyages and, once everything was set and done, would have a crew of slightly beyond two hundred. If they were to set up shop in the new world they'd need plenty of supplies and workers to get that started. "Well, most of the supplies 'ave been gathered cap'n, as well as that-" a fit of coughing cut the old Seamaster's sentence in half, but Samuel calmly waited for him to finish whilst looking over the harbor. With another drag from his wooden pipe, he continued "-as well as that irrationally large shipment o' explosives. S'that really necessary? Are we starting a mining company or somefin?"

Seamaster Rorick B. Sable was the original owner, and he now served on it under Samuel. The men on this ship had all once been pirates, but with the stricter controls over the ocean and older age of the former captain they decided to get out. Once Sam caught wind he managed to work out a deal where Rorick had to surrender his fleet and treasures, but would keep The Horaster and his freedom, as well as the freedom of most his men. Coincidentally, this tricky agreement was what landed Samuel the nickname Ark.

"Hah, I assure you that we are not, Mr. Sable. It was part of an agreement, I'm bringing in several specialists for this mission. Mercenaries that fit the bill, so on so forth. We can't really afford to mess it up." Taking a sizeable chunk out of the unclaimed wilds was nothing but beneficial, land always carried power and wealth no matter how you looked at it. Samuel had prepared extensively, done his research into everyone important who were going there and those who had already arrived. Spies, rumors, reports... Everything was already set up, he was only waiting for departure to put his plans in motion.

"Fair enough cap'n." Rorick replied, then stood alongside him. From their position atop the aftcastle they had a great view over the docks, and only a few ships away stood the mighty ship that would take all the other travelers to the new world. He'd yet to see anyone important enter, but departure was still a few days away. "Worried, Sam?" The old seamaster said between puffs of smoke. "No." Sam replied, but it didn't have the same decisiveness that the rest of his words had had. The biggest obstacle in his way would be selfish or naïve do-gooders, and it was far from unlikely that that ship would be full of them.

Down from one of the ropes climbed Bloodburn. Cheerfully he ran along the railing and climbed unto Sam's shoulder. From within a barrel Sam produced a salted fish and offered it to Bloodburn, who happily feasted. "If those adventurers have any sense of self-preservation they'll stay far out of our way, and they should know that."

Sega Mr. Moorgrove

 

[Mr. Moorgrove]

"Make sure those barrels are sealed. I swear to god, with the time I've spent getting all this junk battle-ready... If you ruin a single firecracker, I'll have you crimping wicks for a month."

Eckart spoke in a slow drawl as he drove his assistants up the gangplank, each rolling a barrel of assorted explosives. Unwilling to entrust his precious creations to the clumsy hands of deckhands and stevedores, he'd been having the two of them load everything personally. At this point, they were lathering like overworked horses - just like how he treated them - and if they didn't collapse before day's end, Eckart would be impressed. If their work held up through the journey ahead, he'd have to teach them some actual bomb making. If they survived more than a few months of that, he might even have to learn their names.

"Oh captain, my captain," Eckart waved them away as he drearily addressed his employer, "we're just about done securing the cargo. By my reckoning, it'll stand up to anything less than a major storm, or the ship going up in flames." Discovering an unfastened button on his coat, he fiddled with it, trying to get it in place as he finished his off-handed report. "Uh, as I was saying, we've got enough bombs down there to split the new world in two... or at least make a really big hole somewhere." Finally finished with the button, he looked back up and patted his mortar launcher, where it was slung over his shoulder. "I set myself up with enough ammunition to outlast eternity, or something like that, so if you see something you don't like, just say the word and..." Eckart raised his right hand and spread his fingers, miming an explosion.

Eckart Blake was not known for exuberance, nor really tidiness or respect for life, but especially not exuberance. He delivered his news without his expression changing once, and seemed almost more preoccupied with his uniform and equipment than with the conversation. One too many self-inflicted burn wounds had instilled in him a compulsive habit of checking and re-checking his gear, and between the mortar, the rifle, the four pairs of pistols strapped across his chest, and the myriad bombs about his person, he had his work cut out for him. Despite the many exciting ways he had of ending his own life by accident, the thought of simply carrying fewer weapons never seemed to occur to him.

"So, uh," he started, checking a gun barrel for obstructions, "I hope you weren't planning on using that cargo space for anything else."

 

[Sega]

„Alright! I am officially ready!“ Peple put hands on her hips, excited, silly smile on her face as she stepped by Eckart. Sun was high, sky was clear, seagulls were screaming, and the port stank of the fish odor, but none of that was important – the excitement of going to see the New Lands was enough for her. „Do you think there are people there? Or well, trolls, or gnomes, or whatever the hell. New kinds of animals, for sure. We should fish once we reach the waters.“

Sure, Eckart tolerated her, but she considered him a friend. Well, Peple considered most of people she spoke to once in her life 'friends'. „Once I was in Almarunia? I caught this... this giant fish. As big as a barrel. In bright pink colours, with grey spotches, and toxic fins! Toxic fins! Can you believe? It was like a hybrid between a jellyfish and a fish, it had those cool ass pipes dropping exactly from her stomach, true killer Queen of the sea-.“ She continued as sailors passed by her. „You know what? I should befriend the cook. There must be a cook on the ship. And I doubt he's gonna eat same crap that the rest of us is going to be served.“ And, while it seemed directed at Eckart, it was just her thinking outloud. She didn't even realize he was already on the half of gangplank when she concluded her thought about privileges that might come with becoming a kitchen nymph.

Peple was petite. Long ashen hair tied with black bows and small frame weren't exactly giving away a tinker. Probably quite the opposite. However, she was proud of it. Her skills, her working hands, her past of an outcast and a wanderer all made her what she is today. Being abandoned for being a magicless nymph forced her to walk around, to learn from everyone, to study different kinds of craft. Jack of all trades, master of none. She hoped that the new horizonts would inspire her even more, and... she couldn't stay in one place either. Her home was inside her toolbelt, inside her pocket dimension, with her screwdrivers and collections of starstone.

Eckart was already talking to someone when she jumped near him, ready to open her mouth again and continue babbling, when she noticed the figure he was speaking to. A man – with dragon-like, curled horns and draconic wings – pale, dressed in a black and white uniform. Authority just oozed from him. That must be the captain, right? It could be nobody else.

Prizzy Kriyze Mr. Moorgrove

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Samuel "Ark" Moreau​

They stood there for some time before something else caught Rorick's attention and he disappeared below deck to leave Sam all by his lonesome. Bloodburn wasn't much in terms of company, but it wasn't before long that commotion by the gangplank found its way to Sam's ear. Curious, and with a sly smile, he stepped down the stairs from the aftcastle. As he set his foot on the last step they appeared over the corner of the ship. Tall, muscular, all-around one of those don't-stare-he-might-kick-your-ass looking fellows. This was, without a doubt, how he remembered his favorite out of all the mercs he'd considered for the mission.

"Mr. Eckart Blake. I hope you've spent the advance payment well." He monotonely replied to the mercenary's dull hail. Few were so lucky as to find an efficient mercenary with low self-preservation that still clung to life, but Sam had had the opportunity to see him in action a few years prior. Technology was awe-inspiring when held in the right hands.

A few nods and an onomatopoeic "Boom." at Eckart's gesture was all Sam's uninterested demeanour allowed for. Bloodburn seemed excited though; his tail was coiled along Sam's back and his eyes were trained on Eckart with his head tilted to one side. "Our seamaster doesn't seem happy about it, but it's a spacious ship. If we're fated to die on this journey at least it won't be from scurvy." It was around this time Samuel finally noticed the overdressed nymph that crept up close behind Eckart. It was quite hypocritical of Sam to judge her by her clothes, but that didn't stop him. Cheerfully she jumped to his side prompting an aggressive hiss from Bloodburn, but a quick unpronounceable word in dragon tongue pacified him.

"Is this one part of your entourage?" Samuel wondered aloud. "One more than accounted for, but she doesn't look like she eats much-" He paused and looked her up and down. Familiar. Gray hair, hands, red eyes. Callouses... "You're that... that dwarf-inspired nymph tinkerer, aren't you?" For once adressing her directly instead of acting like Eckart was her legal guardian. "Interesting. The shipwright will be happy."

Sega Mr. Moorgrove