[RP Event #1] When The East Wind Blows - Closed

[Shakaiyo]

Event Rewards

1st Place

This is what you are working for. His name, his story will be up to the winner,
but I hope you will use what has been created for him in this event and play with it.

Here's how he can be won:

A group will be chosen as the winner of the RP event. This beautiful boy,
colored by Kita, will be raffled amongst those people only. If there are 2
then it is between those 2. If 5, then between those 5. And so on.
NPCs do not count if they are in a group. They are plot based.

The things I will be looking for in the RP of your group:

1. Creativity of your solution to the problem presented.

2. Co-operation within the group- ie... how well you work together.

3. Attention to details of the story and keeping it flowing.

4. Activity in the RP- on time posts, size of post, clarity

5. Enjoyment of the plot. Basically how much fun you have is often
reflected in a person's writing. I will be looking at that for the group.


The winner will need to post the image and fill out the form in Kita's Certing thread.


2nd Place

image coming soon...

This lovely basket, done by Kita, is for the person who is most creative over all
and did the best of all in the RP event. Gender may or may not be decided.

The winner will need to post the image and fill out the form in Kita's Certing thread.

Perks

There is always the possibility of perks in any RP event. They can be
given out at any time during the event if I feel that someone especially
deserves it. It would have to fit well, be extraordinary in some way, and
wow me. So..... WOW Me!!!

 

[Shakaiyo]

IC

The storm had rolled in quickly. Its fierceness rocked the ship constantly, lashing it with waves and wind. The sails were down to prevent the blasts of air from capsizing it entirely and the sailors were lashed to the masts to prevent going over the side. The passengers had no such luck as they huddled, praying that it would be over quick. The black clouds said otherwise as lightning flashed here and there.

"Keep them below!" the first mate yelled when one of the passengers managed to find his way to the deck. Before he could be shoved back inside, the ship lurched, tossing the man overboard. He was lost in the waves and the sailors knew there was nothing they could do for him.

"What about the boats, sir? Should we not ready them?" a sailor asked as he held onto the rope he was tightly tethered to.

"No! The smaller boats will capsize easier! We stay here as long as possible," the man yelled, blinking hard as he tried to see thru the driving rain. It lashed into him and stung each time it hit.

Nodding, the sailor moved to try to shut the door that led down into the lower portion of the ship. The sailors there were alerting the passengers of possible trouble and trying to keep them calm. It would not be easy doing that and he was suddenly glad that he was on the deck and not with them. A wave swept him from his feet, water rolling down the steps and into the hallway. He quickly changed his mind as he hauled himself back to his feet. Maybe he would be better off inside.

The first mate continued barking orders when suddenly there was a tremendous wave that hit the side. The ship rose up into the air, tilting ominously. Before it could settle down, a second wave hit it, tilting it even further. Screams could be heard as water began to fill every opening there was. When the ship finally righted itself, it was listing badly as the waves continued washing over it. The passengers panicked, rushing to the top deck. Several were washed overboard as others listened to the sailors' directions.

His owner was one that listened and he tried to remain at his side. This was the one he was supposed to guard at least until death led the man away. His eyes caught the sight of a smaller boat being lowered as the waves crashed around them. And when the man at his side moved purposefully towards the craft, he moved also. Seated safely between the man's legs, the shakaiyo stared nervously around him. How would this much smaller craft be better than the larger ship that was slowly sinking. His stomach suddenly ached as he watched and felt the waves coming at them.

Suddenly they were all in the water. He tread trying to reach the surface and get his head above. For a moment he could see the man as his head broke into the air. Then he went under even as the shakaiyo moved towards him. The fellow never came up again and he looked around trying to find a safe perk to hold onto. The ship was halfway under and soon it was entirely out of sight. Afraid and cold, he paddled the water, his legs tiring. A wave swept over him and he was certain this was the end. Then all was darkness.

The storm rolled down the beach. It continued some distance onto the shore and beyond before it died down to a gentle rain. Even a small portion of the desert would bloom with the sudden water. It would not last long however and the desert would once more be sand and heat.

It did not stop her. Silurain ran and ran. Someone needed her and the closer she got, the stronger the impression. As she leaped to the top of the sanddune, the few scattered grasses there hid her. Warily she glanced around looking for signs of someone. Anyone. Then she saw the objects. Barrels and other things lay strewn along a spanse of beach. The birds were perched on a piece of something. The mast looked like a tree to her, but she knew it was not. There were no leaves on it, but who knew what the birds would think. She gave it no other thought as she slowly moved forwards, the crabs skittering out of the way. They had their own exploring to do.

At first, she just investigated the strange objects not even guessing what they might be. They were not living and she understood that as she moved around them. Then she saw a strange blue gray lump half buried in the sand. It was odd looking lying there. Then it moved slightly, drawing her closer and closer. Her footsteps were light, hesitant as she sniffed the air around them. It smelled like... She blinked in surprise. The odors were strange but if she did not know better, it was perhaps a shakaiyo. The fur scent that was common to them was there, though there were other things too. Wetness of fur starting to dry, strange scents of flowers or some sort of other perfume. Something gleamed on him also.

Stopping over him, she carefully dug to reveal him fully. The bangle on his paw jingled and she moved back a step. He was adorned in some way and wore a metal collar around his neck. She put her nose down to it only to have him move suddenly. Leaping back ungracefully, Silurain stared as she watched him.

His eyes blinked open as he tried to move. His body ached and ached and he was still cold and wet. "Am I dead?" he thought. Then he noticed her staring at him, trying to get hastily to his feet only to sprawl next to her. Both jumped away quickly.

"Who are you?" she finally asked, her voice soft as she got to her feet.

"I.. don't know." he replied slowly. His name was unclear and he felt sick. What had happened to him?

The rumors began. At first it was about the odd storm. Then it became about the things left on the beach. A tree that was not a tree. Vines that were not vines. Things that shined and gleamed. None knew where it came from. The oldest barely remembered that they had seen such things in the drawings of gods once or was that merely said in a story. All were unclear. Unsure. Ultimately it did not matter. This intruded on their life causing questions to be asked that had not been asked before.

Ultimately the rumor grew and became about the silvery one who had run from the far north to the beach. She had been seen running like the spirit dogs of old. It was almost as if she knew about the fierce storm that left such on their beach. Then it became about the strange blue gray one with spots that was seen in her company. He wore a collar that gleamed and a strange bangle on his foot. Mistrust said he knew things they did not. Uncertainty caused fear. And fear made them want to be the first to know- to understand. Was he a messenger of some sort? It was then things began to move and the Shakaiyo did, sending out those who could find him and take him for their clan.

Problem #1 :: Everyone needs to hear the rumor and to get to the Beach. For those there already, you need to write about what is going on there. I leave the creativity up to you so long as it fits what is happening and what is in the area. For those who are hearing this from others in their area, figure out how you get there and what you find when you do. Once everyone is on the beach, the real fun begins. The beach is the starting point and the only way to make it a fair race to catch him. So... have at it.

The next NPC post is June 30. Please post before 1 AM June 24, but you may use as many posts as you need to get there. There will be limits which I will state when they happen later. For those with more than one pet in this, you can use one post, but make certain you put that pet's clan number with its RP.

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OOC Reminders

Your Goal : Your ultimate goal is to catch the unknown Shakaiyo as a group. Remember I will be looking at creativity, co-operation as a group. What you do affects your group.

You may tell your attempts to capture him. You may NOT state his actions nor those of the NPCs. I will be watching to ensure this does not happen. However, as a problem to keep the plot moving and as interaction, there may be a time or two that I will cause a problem for a particular shakaiyo at random to interfer. Just consider it a test and keep going as you can. Don't worry, there are no life and death risks in this. Just some fun.

Clan Listings : These are set. You may not jump groups without a definitive and valid reason which I may or may not allow. Each area has their own group whether NPC or player. Talk to each other. Plot. Plan. Prepare.

Remember your clan number. I want it posted at the beginning of each post you make. That is so I can keep track of which clan does what. And remember the size of the group does not matter. Sometimes too many fingers in the pot causes more problems than too few. You need to be creative for yourself as much as your group.

Time : Time is important. I will signal how many days have passed, when the sun sets, when the sun rises. We don't want one person saying months have passed when only a day or so has. I'll label the days in some way. I do not expect everyone to post each day, but if you can, that's great, it will move faster. I plan to give 72 hours (3 days) between NPC posts. If everyone has posted before that, it will be a shorter time period between. It will never be longer than 3 days between NPC posts.

Silurain's Goal: Her goal is the unknown shakaiyo's protection until he is where SHE feels he needs to be. She is god on this so do not think that you can slip one past her unless allowed.

If you need to ask a question or make a comment, please ask it in YOUR post with it enclosed in double parentheses and OOC. That does not mean you should not PM the ones in your group or me. Your plans are your plans. But if it is a question everyone can benefit from, ask it in your post in this manner. (( OOC.... your question )) It will make it easier to distinguish from the RP.  

[Eftemie]

He had been running frantically up and down the beach from the moment she had found him. Silurain did not entirely understand him. He kept mumbling something about his human. She had never seen one but she knew what they were. They had once carried human souls across.

< I am sorry. > she finally said when he sat down. Watching him she wondered why this being had meant so much to him. They all knew the stories and how their banishment had taken place. Some blamed the humans for it. < Here in this place there are no humans. I don't understand though. We were... >

Before she could say anything further, she heard the sounds of others around them. They were not like she and him, but some she had seen around various places. Creeping up over the sand dune, she watched as one or another began inspecting the things lying on the sand. The waves from time to time had tossed them further up the shore until they were stuck.

He whined. < I don't care. He was under my protection. >

she said. < There are others here. Not all of us are as we used to be, no matter what you are used to dealing with. Here it is a matter of survival. Nobody takes care of us. We take care of ourselves. >
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Schizo had indeed filled his belly before leaving and he had eaten several times since. A mouse or small bird had kept the rumbling of his stomach abated as he had made his way to the beach. There had only been one or two that had arrived when he did, but now there were several. He looked them over for a few minutes before lowering his nose to the ground and trying to catch a scent.

And he did. He suddenly realized that there were two shakaiyo he did not know. But then he knew very few. His lips curled upwards. He could have some fun with this. They were behind a dune just beyond the wreckage. If he was careful, he could get behind them and see what they were up to. Moving quietly away, he ignored the colorful objects on the ground slipping into the grass above them. coming down behind them, he smirked as he stood watching. He had never seen the type of shakaiyo they were before and he studied both carefully. Then when they did not notice him, he growled sharply, < Boo! > knowing that it would alert the others to the two strange shakaiyo.

Silurain jumped, bouncing into the unknown one she was now calling "Weeds". She never explained why, but that was her name for him now. Weeds jumped, tumbling forwards and down the other side of the sand. He sprawled there, glancing around himself at the strange shakaiyo in the immediate area.

< Get up! > she urged him, running forwards to make certain he was unhurt. Glaring at Schizo, Sil bared her teeth at him. < You stay away from him. > It was obvious she considered him under her protection and as Weeds slowly got to his feet, staring around him in confusion, he wondered what to do.

He had fully remembered who and what he was, but these Shakaiyo did not seem to know the same things he did. Who were they? What did they want? He turned to stare at Schizo thinking that he was frightening as he stood there smirking at them. Panic slid through him as he stared at those surrounding him. What would they do?


OOC Your goal this time is to ask as many questions as you can and see how many answers you can get from "Weeds" and Silurain. React as you will. You can ask about any items that would have been on the beach that your shakaiyo would not know of. You can ask questions of who he is, what he is doing there, etc. Think up things your shakaiyo would want to know.

And since there are only three playing, I will be considering each one individually even if you are grouped. You all get a chance at "Weeds" simply for participating. When each of you have posted, I will post again. No time limit this time, but logically a week is more than enough.