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 Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 12:47 pm
The End
Fire and ice rained from the sky. Screams of those unlucky enough to still be topside are drowned out by the explosions. Those who are lucky are below ground in bunkers. They sit in darkness, terrified and tense, waiting for it all to be over. They don’t know what happened or what is going on. None of them even know what caused this all to happen. All that is on their minds is surviving. This is the apocalypse, the disaster, the rain of fire and ice. This is the end of life as they knew it and the start of a new world.
The World After
Over five centuries have past since the end of the world and the Earth has slowly recovered. Forests have grown back and the land has slowly been losing its taint. Still, there are many areas unsafe for what remains of humanity to travel. Those tainted lands are dangerous and home to many twisted creatures unlike any that have ever been seen. Even some of the water remains tainted, especially the oceans. The people in the USA have learned to live with this over the years and the population has grown some. They are ruled by a select group of people called the Council. They make the laws and their soldiers enforce them. Those that live outside the rule of the Council are called Gypsies or Vagabonds depending on who you ask.
All has been peaceful for quite some time, even as something once long forgotten to the human race, magick, starts creeping back into the world. Now, however, things are going badly. Those who possess magick, though very very few in number, are feared and killed as well as those owning any artifacts of the before that the Council deems evil or corrupt. The people are scared and wary and there is even a whisper of rebellion among them. The Council has become too strong, too tyrannical and many believe they should not be in charge any longer. A war is coming to the land, a war that hinges on people trusting those very few with magick or else the Council will win and people will keep dying. The choice is yours.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 12:53 pm
Name: Solana Night Gender: female Age: 21 Personality: Cold, harsh, distrusting of men, kind to animals, gentle at times, kind when wants to be, wild at times. Appearance:  Skills/Magick: agile, master with knives and sword, good liar, excellent dancer. Perhaps some magick. Likes/Hobbies: dancing, reading books from before, sleeping, sweets, animals, training animals, singing, nature, flowers(especially roses). Story: Solana prefers to be called Sol. She’s a Gypsy or Vagabond with a very rough past that she does not ever talk about. She has scars that she usually hides from people. Considering her distrust and dislike of men it is likely she was abused.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 2:48 pm
[Quick question. Are guns considered old-world artefacts or are they used by Council soldier?]
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 2:53 pm
Unfavoured Guest [Quick question. Are guns considered old-world artefacts or are they used by Council soldier?] (artifacts but the soldiers can use them.)
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 3:54 pm
[Ok, thanks.] Name: Quinn Taranta Gender: Male Age: 20 Personality: Positive, free spirited, friendly, talkative, but quick-thinking and dangerous when put in a bad situation. He likes to try new things and to explore, but this sometimes gets him into trouble; in his head "What I want to do" is more important than "What I've been told to do". Appearance:  Skills/Magick Abilities: Trained in the use of small firearms and hand-to-hand combat. Knows a little about surviving in the wild and hunting. No Magick ability at all. Likes/Hobbies: Smoking, drinking, poker and other card games, conversation. Simple things. He collects any old music he can find, particularly jazz and rock and roll, and has a fascination with all old world culture. Story: Quinn enrolled as a soldier of the Council when he was seventeen, and has spent the last three years as a guard of his hometown. A month back he volunteered himself for duty outside the Council settlements. Early in his training he is sent out on recon with a larger group. His feelings towards the Council are neutral; he is aware of their increasing violence towards outsiders and remnants of the old world, but they bring peace and order to him and his friends, so he will follow orders as long as it does not compromise his lifestyle or his moral code.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 10:12 pm
(I would like one more person to join before we start please. Just one person.)
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 5:09 pm
(We can start considering it seems no one else will join)
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 4:48 am
[Sure. I guess I'll start then.]
Quinn woke to the shouts of the squad leader. 'That's not good,' he thought. He sat up, stretched and looked up through the thick tree branches. Judging from the sun's position it was past noon. He had overslept. 'Oh dear. That's equally not good. The only thing that could be worse is if the leader finds out I was drinking last night.'
Drinking while on duty was a serious offence. Quinn could have given away the squad's position; he could have gotten them all killed. The penalty for such a crime was surely death. He giggled nervously when he realised this, and swung down from his perch above the trunk of the tree. He almost fell over, but struggled to keep his feet underneath him. Luckily, this frantic little dance went unnoticed by the leader, who had actually been shouting at another trainee. Quinn was not the only one who was late to rise.
He grinned. They were only two days into their training mission and he had not yet had time to greet all of the other fifteen recruits. But he was glad that they weren't all the serious type. It would be good to have a friend in the coming weeks; someone he could joke with when he wasn't fighting for his life.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 8:43 am
Sol was just waking up, curled on her makeshift bed in her cart. She traveled alone these days though it was dangerous. A lot of what she could do or did could get her killed but she preferred being alone. Crowds made her uncomfortable and she wanted to be nowhere near men. Slowly she got up off her bed of pillows and stretched, yawning loudly. She had no idea where her wandering had gotten her and right then she did not care as she set about getting breakfast from her depleting rations. Soon she'd have to find a city to get supplies. She could hear her horses outside, eager to be moving. First she had to eat though.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 2:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 5:32 pm
Name: Ivana “Lady Far-Seer” Kapilova Gender: Female Age: 21 Personality: She’s quiet, sweet, considerate, and sometimes shy. However, she’s just as likely to turn you out as to give you a place to stay if you’re rude to her or any of her traveling companions. Appearance:  Skills/Magick Abilities: skilled with a crossbow (though she rarely ever uses it), agile and skilled dancer, some healing magick, psychic abilities (clairvoyance, precognition/premonition) Likes/Hobbies: dancing, weaving (she made many of the decorations on and in her caravan), singing, seeing people happy Story: Ivana was orphaned as a small child. Her mother died in childbirth, and her father was killed in a hunting accident. She travels with only her older brother and whomever they find who needs a place to stay or people to travel with. Most of those additions are temporary. They are Gypsies or Vagabonds, and as a way of surviving, have created a small traveling show and will perform for anyone they meet, other Vagabonds and soldiers alike. Name: Taren “Flamedancer” Kapilova Gender: Male Age: 25 Personality: He is kind, gentle, protective, and quick to act, but much more likely to turn you away than his sister. Also easy to get along with once you’ve gotten into his good graces. Appearance:  Skills/Magick Abilities: skilled fighter, agile, skilled dancer, musician, pyromancer, good with a sword (but prefers his flames) Likes/Hobbies: dancing, playing with fire, coming up with new routines, playing whatever instrument is at hand while Ivana sings or dances Story: Taren is Ivana’s older brother, and he took over the role of her protector when their father died. It was his idea to entertain people as a way of living, and he acts as a sort of ringmaster among ((Um...sorry if I stretched the page...I can't edit the picture without it screwing up the image url.))
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 5:45 pm
The squad of recruits set off fifteen minutes after Quinn had awoken. The squad leader was fuming about losing so much time, but Quinn was just happy he had not been caught. However, karma had come for him in the form of a mild hangover. His head ached just enough to muddle his thoughts.
He prayed they wouldn't meet any hostiles today, and not only because of his hangover. As this mission was their first field training, none of them had experience in facing monsters or magick users. Frankly, Quinn was nervous about his first time. But he had volunteered to be here. He wanted to be here. Even if he wanted to be back in his quiet, little town, he couldn't turn back time.
'Oh well. What happens happens, I guess. Maybe I'll die today.' He grinned for the second time at this scary thought.
The leader halted their progress to tell them they were heading into the badlands, one of the areas nature hadn't been able to reclaim after The End. It would be a lot more dangerous from here on out, so they would all need to stay on their guard. Quinn was as prepared as he was going to get. Although he really wished this headache would go away.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 6:09 pm
Taren built up the campfire, resurrecting it from the leftover ashes of the night before with just a touch of his magick, and set a small pot of porridge to cook while he woke the members of the small traveling group. It was just him, his sister, and a couple others at the moment. Small, but comfortable. He hopped up onto the step at his sister's caravan door and rapped sharply. "Ivana, breakfast."
Ivana was already awake and dressed, straightening the woven sheets and blankets on the thin mattress that served as a bed on the floor in a corner of her caravan, when Taren knocked. "I'll be right there, Taren. Thank you," she called back.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 7:26 pm
Sol finished her food and finally climbed out of her cart. One of her horses trotted up to her and nuzzled her chest. "Hi there Nero," she said softly as she rubbed the horses nose. The horse snorted and Sol smiled at him before going about her work and cleaning up her campsite.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 8:31 pm
(Should just start quoting people. When my turn quote me.)
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