{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Inflatablepants:
1/25/2018 4:22:10 AM
2786
THE DOJO
[i] The Dojo. Located on the diverse planet of Tatakai, the Dojo consists of the largest gathering of fighters the universe has ever seen. Men and women from all different cultures, races and worlds come to train, compete and fight together. Many battles have been raged on its soil, but it remains standing. Here, one can write, fight and talk with other writers who seek to create stories with one another. All you have to do is start typing.[/i]
[b][i]The New Dojo(JOIN HERE!)[/i][/b]
[spoiler]Join our group! Free of charge! I swear!
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Forum/1677784/0/3/0
USE THIS LINK IF THAT OTHER ONE DOES NOT WORK.
https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Chat?groupId=1677784
Once you pass your test and have joined the group sign here:
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/215168136/0/0
NOTE: You do not have to be tested to join the dojo. Only to PvP.
[/spoiler]
[b][i]Who we are[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is an ENTRY LEVEL AND ONE OF THE ONLY PUBLIC RP THREADS.
RP is A way of interactive creative writing. Where you can go on adventures, have fights and generally have fun. Think of dungeons and dragons, but its horribly imbalanced since there is not an experience system or dice. Its great!
The Dojo loves different opinions, ideas and writing no matter if you are new to RP(roleplay) or extremely experienced. If you have an opinion to share about how to make the dojo better, contact one of the Sensei's that run the place (We would prefer this rather then excessive and unintelligent shit talking). Every work of writing is appreciated and accepted (shitposts…maybe not so much).
[/spoiler]
[b][i]How we work(list of Admins included)[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is run by a group of Sensei’s. These Sensei’s will make up most of the game changing decisions to benefit The Dojo. BUT Everyone's opinion matters a great deal. So the Sensei’s will make poll’s within the group for the members to vote and decide on big issues/ideas. Even then, the sensei’s will inform the group of changes and decisions made.
The list of sensei’s are as follows:
Inflatablepants/Pants(GONE ON HIATUS)
The God-Eater/Cob
Royalblade/Royal
Fresh Cazberry/Vio
nullCth/Cth
And the leader of the dojo union: Tubbs
[/spoiler]
[b][i]OUR GOAL[/i][/b]
[spoiler] At the dojo, we want to provide an amazing place for you to improve on your writing in a fun way. We love new faces, and will accept you as soon as you walk up to the door. We also love other RP threads that have really awesome stuff, and we want to invite them all here so we can have a hub world of sorts. Whether this is through an interdimensional portal, space ships or whatever. We want everyone we can to be a part of this and interact with everyone! This way, you can meet people you never would have met before. If you are a leader of an RP group and are interested in this, please contact me so we can discuss further! I like discussing stuff!
[/spoiler]
[b][i]RULES[/i][/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678270/0/0[/spoiler]
[b][i]How to PvP[/i][/b]
[spoiler] Player VS Player Is what the dojo is known for. Basically, you can fight each others characters with your own, to see who’s the best or to simply make some kick ass action. Please follow all the rules while you fight, so you can make it as badass as possible.
In order to PvP you must be tested by a sensei, or a designated tester of the dojo. You can find out who is a tester by seeing "How we Work." Also, When you fight another player make sure that you always react to their move. The best way to do this is like this.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your reaction from you opponents last reply.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your attack.
If you completely block another opponents attack, its courteous to not attack them within the same reply.
This way, you’ll never go wrong.
[/spoiler]
[b][I]World Creation(Getting started at the Dojo starts here)[/i][/b]
[spoiler]
This is the most important section for you RP experience. This is where you make your characters, their stories, where they could live. Also, this is where you can create a Faction to participate in the thread, as well as having access to writing for the group(The stories you write do not have to relate to the dojo at all)
Bio's(RECCOMENDED)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677641/0/0
Backstory for Characters
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/217556475/0/0
Property Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220228259/0/0
Writers Hub
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220575696/0/0
Faction Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/222042811/0/0
[/spoiler]
[b][i]The Dojo[/i][/b]
[spoiler]
Physical Appearance
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677894/0/0
NOTE: The dojo only uses Mac Cannons for any kind of defense. If you are lookin to invade with your discount armies, you will be fighting the characters of the thread and possibly their factions.
[/spoiler]
[b][i]The World of Tatakai[/i][/b]
[spoiler]
Map of Tatakai:
http://i.imgur.com/6xm09eO.jpg
Landscapes of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678163/0/0
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/213673051/0/0
Lore
(WORK IN PROGRESS)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217554253/0/0
Landmarks of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217506568/0/0
Cities of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217516337/0/0
[/spoiler]
[b][i]The Digital Dojo[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The Digital dojo was what we had used before this new Dojo. Here is a link to the old thread, as well as the old group. Please read our past works!
Digital Dojo Thread:https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/819710/126982640
Digital Dojo Group: https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Detail/819710
[/spoiler]
[b]The OP(Inflatablepants) is on hiatus. If you have any questions please refer to the following people:[/b]
[spoiler]Cobalt Pheonix: CobaltPHNX
Royal: JustAStranger
Caz: PoisonousBerry
Tubbs:Bler
(Tubbs is not actually an admin, but he has been here long enough and is like an ever existing presence. Kinda weird.)[/spoiler]
English
#Offtopic
-
32 RepliesEdited by Weeaboo Of War: 9/4/2017 2:53:41 PM[spoiler]Double post. Open to all. I would heavily prefer that you only reply to one of these interactions. Otherwise, it'll get complicated. Enjoy![/spoiler] [u]The Streets of Dojoville, 9:54 AM[/u] "-So he spoke, and so he spoke- That lord o' Castamere-! But now the reins weep o'er his hall- With no one there to hear! Yes, now the reins weep o'er his hall- And not a soul to hear!" [i]Ardain Storm laughed in a gravely, jesting tone, the partially drunk man stalking the streets of Dojoville early in the morning, with the citizens of the local town merely studying him with an odd curiosity. For he was easily a more.. interesting sight, in the eyes of one who was used to the futurism that plagued the Dojo.[/i] [i]When taking a closer view, one could point out quite a few of the drunken man's details: he was shorter than most, at five feet and eight inches tall, albeit just missing the average height. He was adorned in the dirty yellow and gunmetal garb of what may have been a knight of old, tattered at the hems whilst plates of hardened steel would lay underneath the cloth, a thick backpack tightly bounded to his shoulders.[/i] [i]Kept at his side, was a simplistic long sword, wrapped within a deep leather sheath, albeit the handle was a lighter leather, complemented with a simple teardrop pommel. Such simplicity and averageness almost gave off a certain beauty to it, really. The handle of a dagger would escape the pocket of his cloth, albeit the weapon was likely just as simplistic as the sword was.[/i] [i]The drunken Ardain's face was coated by a thick, deep black beard, in contrast to his sandy blonde ponytail, his skin parched with scratches and dirt. A joyful grin darted his face, where it wasn't hidden by patches of hair, stormy grey mixed with light blue eyes drunkly looming over Dojoville's inhabitants-[/i] *[b]POW![/b]* "This'll be an easy pick." [i]Ardain found himself stumbling over to the side before he was pressed to a concrete wall by a female, one much taller and uglier than he could try to be, with tattoos engraved into her face. Behind her, stood three more gang members: two males, one robot, whom spoke, with all four looming over him. Funnily enough, and luckily for Ardain.. none had a firearm.[/i] [i]In reaction, he drew his dagger and savagely rammed it through the woman's neck, forcing her dying body off as he ripped the knife from her head. Sheathing the knife, Ardain would let out an enthusiastic[/i] "Woo!" [i]before drawing the longsword: the blade was simple, yet efficient, being double-edged and suited for both one-handed and two-handed performance. Even as he was sicker than a mule, Ardain at least stood, before pressing the sword against his hand.[/i] [i]With that, the blade cut open his right hand, as he was a left handed fighter, the remaining three fingers and palm were throbbing with pain as his own blood dripped upon his iron blade. Then, the blade exploded in a flurry of orange flame, fire kindling around the edges as he raised it up with both hands. The remaining three gang members stepped back, as the drunken man slowly approach, a stumble within each step.[/i] "C'mon, you ugly twаts!" [i]And with that, Ardain would laugh - someone would surely notice, wouldn't they?[/i] --------------------------------- [u]Tatakoi Plains, 12:54 PM[/u] [i]Gideon felt the very presence of death as he meditated.[/i] [i]A chilling breeze.. a snowflake, was that it? He could hear the spirits., they were begging for him to departure whenever he could, for something was coming. Something that even they did not understand, nor did they wish for him to encounter. It disturbed him, really.. it was the beginning of fall, and yet, as he opened his eyes..[/i] [i]Snow.[/i] [i]The entirety of the plains would be coated with a thick blanket of it all, freezing the elvish wizard's bones to the core. Flakes of frost would coat his arms and hooded head, the monk's staff beginning to freeze as he took it in hand. He attempted to commune with the spirits, yet they were.. gone. As if they had retreated, at last, to whatever abode they dwelled within.[/i] [i]As he squinted his eyes, Gideon could make out.. a figure, feminine in nature, yet clad within.. ice. It was as if the being was bounded entirely within ice, glimmering like a precious jewel, yet scarred from wear and combat. They were at least six feet tall, towering over Gideon, really. And in their hands was a massive, frozen javelin, wrapped with tight black and grey leather. The figurine raised their hand-[/i] [i]Before being met with a boulder head-on, crashing into their body and sending them flying.[/i] "You would dare to bring your deathly presence here, demon?" [i]Gideon would snarl with a certain hatred, studying the frozen creature as it rose from the earth, muffed groans escaping the visor of their helmet before they found their eyes upon Gideon. From there, they brought their hand back, muttering[/i] "[b]Nathrë[/b]". [i]A sudden spike of ice embedded itself within Gideon's right shoulder, resulting in him yelling in sudden pain. The spike drove right through him, spinning off into the distance and taking out a chunk of his arm. Gideon was forced to the ground as the wound was frozen, frostbite seeping through his arm and chest already. He rose up, breathing heavily as he aimed his staff at the approaching figure.[/i] [i]To say the least.. someone best intervene soon.[/i]
-
3 RepliesHuh this post remains ? I remember when it was removed because the amount of replies were too high, good times
-
14 Replies[i]A True Test[/i] [i]3:32 PM[/i] [i]Sunday[/i] [i]Garin approached the training room of the Dojo with a grimace of determination. His swords were sharpened and polished, his revolver cleaned and loaded with explosive .308 rounds, and his magic-[/i] He snapped his fingers and teleported past the doors and into the room. [i]-still working just fine. But he wasn't there to show off his moves, he was there for the robot. [/i] [i]He was there for Tesuto.[/i] [spoiler]Pants.[/spoiler]
-
This is still a thing? Holy [i]shieeeeet[/i]
-
14 Replies[i]A communist cartoon bear-panda walks into the Dojo courtyard...[/i] "Anyone up for a quick game of volleyball?" [spoiler]Open to everyone I guess. Non-serious post. Might be my last for a while.[/spoiler]
-
12 Replieshttps://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/230422137/0/0
-
11 Replies"OH YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Garin screeched at the top of his lungs as he exited his home. "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAH!" He was obviously excited about something. Find out? [spoiler]joke post, open[/spoiler]
-
4 RepliesI decide to found my own city. I scout out a location on the Isle of the Blessed. I level an area, place a barreir around it, then return to the dojo mountains to search for possible tenants to buy property in this city. [spoiler]I don't know what else to type, but I am going to make a post on thread for cities. I just wanted to see if anyone was willing to have a character or two move there. Open if you would have a character buy property there (not charging anything really) and occupy the settlement.[/spoiler]
-
12 RepliesWhat is this.
-
2 RepliesCan you sense this post in your mind yet, Orn?
-
65 RepliesEdited by Jovis Joesun: 9/1/2017 5:33:24 PM[spoiler]By the way this is gonna be Jonathan. I was just specifying now that I have more than just him. He is the only character I have that is going to be first person. And only one other idea I have will be in first person but that character isn't done yet. I do have some edits to his Bio, so I will link it to my initial reply. Open for any one other user. Link your Bio in your reply and I'll link mine.Edit Vic spared him and ended it in a tie. It was either that or I had to resort to a deus ex machine.[/spoiler] After my battle with Vic, who nearly beat me with her magic resistance, I decided to wait for another challenger to test my skill against a fighter who doesn't negate my only line of defense and means of attack. I'm glad that it ended in a draw. Before I continued, I returned to the town that I founded, on the formerly unexplored islands east of the Dojo to pick up the new weapon I had made by the researches from my home world that I called in made. I retrieved my new weapon and returned to the Dojo to find another opponent.
-
36 Replies[b][u]Recycling | Dojo Outskirts Noon[/u][/b] [spoiler]Open. Figurative garbage disposal post, if you have any unwanted characters, throw them here to see them be... repurposed. :)[/spoiler] An oxymoronic of a vehicle was parked a short distance away from the great gates of the Dojo; conspicuously inconspicuous. A simple matte grey transport truck, with a few simple black stripes running along the metal structure. Three letters were emblazoned on the side of the truck - an emphasized S-A-D. Scientia Advocata Dominus, it said under it. A suspicious vehicle by all means, but its true nature only identifiable to a few. Soon, a public message was sent out over the local comms. [quote]Greetings! We are Scientia Advocata Dominus, travelling artificers seeking to understand the diverse worlds around us. Any volunteers wishing to make a live donation of themselves, or any paranormal, anomalous or otherwise abnormal personnel are welcome. Currency will be provided for compensation.[/quote] Exosuit-clad soldiers in matte grey fatigues exited the truck and set up a small perimeter, looking for anyone willing to 'donate' anything.
-
32 Replies"SYSTEMINFO//:Initiate MK-Infinite" [b]Outside Main City.[/b] ========================== The small drone hovered above the ground, a foot in diameter, its metallic surface reflecting the world around it as its unblemished body didn't seem capable of much. It sat for a few moments, then suddenly let out a groan, as along its surface in a ring a light lit up, projecting out in a pulse as the environment was scanned. Then it happened again, this time an orange hue on the light as it pushed out in a hard light wave, creating a massive ring of light, making a platform. Then it pulsed again, another ring sending out as it constructed walls, and an entrance. It made a staging ground, or an arena, as it groaned again, waiting... [spoiler]Open, have fun[/spoiler]
-
39 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 8/31/2017 12:25:10 AM[b][u]"Today Is A Good Day To Die!" -Sarge, Red Vs Blue[/u][/b] [i]Dojo Woods, 03:12[/i] A Warlock was in a clearing, dragging an unconscious Titan with a bag over their head. This Warlock... was not wearing her usual robes. She was wearing an orange spaghetti strap tank top. She wore a mask that covered most of her face, except her eyes, which were blazing orange with fire A brand was bright on her right shoulder, blazing the same orange as her eyes. It appeared to of a bird, of some sort. A bird with outstretched wings that were parallel. No Ghost followed her. If one was to, it would be furious with her for who she had kidnapped. [spoiler]Dio.... This is when a Vanguard Commader Dies[/spoiler][spoiler]AND NO ONE ELSE[/spoiler]
-
13 Replies[i]A Minor Case Of Total Memory Loss.[/i] [b]Pain... That's the last thing she had remembered before she'd woken up. It was a stabbing pain, right at the top of her eyelid. But there was something else... Something much, much worse. A throbbing, screaming pain on the left side of her head. She felt nauseous... Very nauseous. As if she was about to vomit then and there. But why? Why was she like this? She couldn't remember a single thing... At all. She was... Where was she? Who was she? She... She didn't know. She kept searching her mind for any amount of... Anything really. She began to look around. There was people there... People... Lot's of people... She didn't like it. She hated it. There was so many... She began to breathe harder, to hyperventilate. She was panicking. She didn't know why... But she was scared. Really scared. What if they all decided to go to her? Why was she scared of that fact? It was insanity in her eyes, but she began to cry all the same. She was just so scared... So terrified. She didn't know what to do. She was scared about what all these other people would do... She began to cry harder and harder, until she was finally able to drag herself into a nearby alley to stave off her fear. The alley was barren, two grey walls on either side. There was nobody in the alley but her. She began to calm down... But then something hit her. Some... Craving. She couldn't put her finger on it. It was like a twang of hunger... But not for food. A darker hunger. A terrible, evil hunger. She didn't know what she wanted, but whatever it was, she needed it. There was a few rats in the alleyway... Perhaps they had what she was searching for. She tried to slowly reach for it. But failed miserably. She tried to clamp her hand around it, but whiffed and hit a shard of glass on the ground. It drew blood. She stuck her finger in her mouth, to suck on the wound like most would do for a minor injury when they were of her age, but was surprised when the a sharp pain went through her finger. She'd just jabbed her finger into a row of teeth, sharpened to a point. She wondered why it was like that, and got a little worried about it. She was bleeding a little more now, but she wrapped her finger in her clothing. Which was a very soft, white dress. It felt like it was made of silk or something like that. The blood from her finger... She knew what she needed now. The rat... The blood... She knew now. This time she didn't try to gently grab it, she went at full speed. And she caught it. She sunk her razor-sharp teeth into it, and drank deeply. It was exactly what she needed. A few minutes of drinking a few rats passed, but eventually she peeked into the next alley over. It had an old, discarded mirror. It was cracked... But she needed to know what she looked like. So she walked to it, looking herself up and down. Besides the aforementioned dress, she had black leggings on, with no shoes. Her skin was almost a white color, scarily enough. As if she wasn't a person at all. She stared back into her own eyes, and they were a bright red. Red as a cherry. Her hair was short, cut like a small boy's would be. She was confused by this, but looked past it. Her lips were thin, and a very light pink color. She finally mustered the courage to go back out into the street, and found a backstreet that would allow her to avoid the crowd. She wandered around, looking for someone to help her. Preferably that someone would be alone.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
-
[i]An unknown ship has crashed down near the dojo. It had been 2 hours and nobody had began to search it. However, only one figure began looking for clues. He had set up a small tent to keep his tools from the rain that had been pouring. He also set up a few floodlights to see in the night. What he attempted to do first was open the cargo part of the ship. Using a blowtorch to try and open the door, but the process was slow. And he was barely making process. One thing was wierd. Why was he the only one searching the ship? After all the time ot had crashed, why had no one called for help? The man continued to search, looking like he may need help. His intentions however, were still unclear.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
-
46 RepliesEdited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 8/29/2017 2:55:42 AM[b]The Spark of combat. Dojo VR Room.[/b] [i]Blades collided in the VR room, as a futuristic broadsword and a HF Katana made contact with each other. On one end it was Weiss, wielding the katana. Normally it wouldn't do much against armor, however this was a High Frequency Blade, which allowed for its legendary capabilities of slicing through armor like air. He was decked out in a musculoskeletal exosuit with dragon scales weaved on. The other end was a simple training A.I taking the form of a typical exosuit clad warrior. Weiss jumped back using his thrusters, and activated his electricity function upon his gauntlet and used his grapple function on his other gauntlet, quickly zipping the AI combatant forward and colliding with a fist of electricity, shocking the warrior. The grapple released and Weiss slammed the warrior on the ground, stabbing through its head with the blade. The sim had suddenly ended. This was the 23rd time Weiss went at it, and this was his quickest as well. Only 5 minutes and 49 seconds. But he wanted something else....something more real.[/i] [spoiler]Duel post. Open to all.[/spoiler]
-
2 Replies[b]From Beneath the waves of Icy Seas[/b] [u]location: wayyyyy the hell up north. Beneath the ice Time: Noon[/u] [i]it was cold here even in the summer. It was beyond bitter cold few beings could live here yet alone explore. But yet here we are in this godforsaken frozen stretch of sea investigating a old story about people living here under the ice in a city under the waves. Spearheading this adventure is none other Lola Hayes. The youngest sister of the Hayes family. She had discovered that were mermaids living under there. but the short bluish green scale covered woman was intrigued by this wondering how anyone could live in such a harsh environment. So this how lola ended up on a ship headed for the cold brutal north sea. Right on lola stood on deck of this massive icebreaker ship bundled up tightly in a purple and black coat and matching winter pants. She was looking out at everything as heard footsteps coming from behind her.[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
-
106 RepliesEdited by Splashback77: 10/2/2017 4:53:21 AM[b][u]Chase.... I'm Bored Again[/u][/b] [i]Dojo Wall, 16:00[/i] It was scorching a** hot outside again. It was at least 87. But it felt like it was 98 degrees. The humidity was ridiculous. Blake was smart enough to not be wearing armor. He was wearing a white shirt, that read, "May or may not be Agent Maine." He also was wearing beige cargo shorts. He had his night-black in a mess. Evidence he had a bad case of helmet hair. Blake was very, very bored as he lay on the wall. His comrade, Chase, was crouched, peering at Dojoville through the scope his Ex Machina. Chase was wearing a plum purple shirt that had green stripes that read, "I guess I'm North, then." He was wearing blue gym shorts. His raven black hair was in its usual military cut. "Chase?" Blake asked. "What?" Chase answered. "It's hot out here." Blake complained. "So what?" "I don't like it." "You're a Sunbreaker. Don't complain about the heat." "Can you at least give me the sniper rifle?" "No." "Why?" "Because last time I gave you my sniper rifle, you unloaded a round into a lady's **s." "Can we at least do something?" Chase stopped looking through the sniper rifle and turned to Blake, "If you complain one more time, I will handcuff you to the heaviest thing in the next Starbucks I see, as and burn it down, with you in it." "Chase, you're being very crabby. What's wrong?" Blake asked. "My problem is, you won't give me a damn break," Chase sighed. "But what if I don't wanna?" Blake whined. Chase shook his fist a Blake. A fight was brewing between the two. Which was rare because Chase doesn't like fighting his teammates. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler][spoiler]Oh and Bow Chicka Bow Wow about the Unloading a round comment.[/spoiler]
-
3 RepliesHow long has this lasted, 2 years?
-
81 Replies[b]Time is a thing we all keep in our heads and round our wrists....[/b] There was a great clacking and clattering along the road to the Dojo as a house on wheels rolled up, puffing steam like a freight train out of its chimney. The house looked like a simple housekeepers shop and abode, with a sign that proudly displaced the title; "Arcenwald Chronometers, Clocks, and Hourglasses". As the unusual sight rolled up to the gate, it stoppped, and out stepped a professional looking young woman with brown hair cut to the length of her cheekbones, green eyes that sparkled with intelligence, and a clock on a chain hanging round her neck. She was dressed in a white blouse, over which she wore a leather coat filled with pockets, and blue denim pants. She promptly walked up to the gate, and knocked three times in time with the striking of her clocks.
-
1 ReplyHUZZAH!
-
[b][i]A bar somewhere around the Dojo, some time during the day...[/i][/b] [b][i]...a night to never remember...[/i][/b] [b][i]A larger bar was not too busy this night. The wood panelled floors were not tapped on many feet and the taps didn't pour endless brew.[/i][/b] [b][i]Yet[/i][/b] [b][i]The sound of engines roared towards the building, men and women never seen in this area riding them. They were humanoid, some being tall men with darker, green tinted skin. Others had dark coloured skin and eyes full of one colour. Others still looked human but with elven ears and a number were a moshpit of races. Several of them, probably about 50 or so, parked vehicles of random kinds (most commonly bikes with the occasional car) parked outside.[/i][/b] [b][i]Ince they entered the floor began with noise as the groups of people walked across and sat at tables, chatting with each other. In the middle of the floor was a group of men, a large Ogre like man regaling people with stories of his fights. A Drow there pointed out flaws in his stories, having known the man for most of his life.[/i][/b] [b][i]The ones that drew the most attention were the one sitting at a raised table, overlooking the party. One was a high elf, looking human for the most part except for his height and ears. Tal was wearing his usual apparel. At another table a woman sat across from another Drow, one for the few humans in the group. Several shot glasses were in front of them as she stood, the Drow passed out in front of her from their little drinking match, her seemingly handling her alcohol very well. In another corner a man stood with hoodie on, not seeming to get involved.[/i][/b] [b][i]The doors were open for all to join this moshpit of elvish races, with taps flowing and stories roaring. Come and join the feast of plenty.[/i][/b] [spoiler]open to all. If you want to meant Tal or Jess specifically first than make sure you put it in a spoiler. If not, just reply.[/spoiler]
-
[u]Further down the rabbit hole[/u] Wonderland abyss: "[u]So, why did you change your shape anyways[/u]" Beyond the looking glass two figures could be seen in what looked like a endless darkness while toy houses floated aimlessly and dolls seemed to move on their own. Two chairs sat firmly on the ground as a table and chess board slowly floated down with the set all in place. "Wouldn't you get tired of bothering a mad girl while you disguise yourself as a cat?" Chesh and Gerald sat taking their turns across the board. Conversing like friends who haven't spoken in some time. "Besides, the crown didn't quite fit" Some things never changed. Cheshire had a reputation for being a strange creature. His story changed with every time he was asked making his old friend wonder why he bothered to ask. [u]"what time is it here anyways?"[/u] Chesh laughed at the man's comment "Oh time, yes there is none and no time to tell. Trying to follow a clock here is a living hell" At a minimum Chesh's words made sense. Time was nothing more than a word in wonderland. Even the reality of the world lacked any form of sense. "Welcome to a world where there is no such thing as time. Where every creature lens themselves to change your state of mind" [u]"A little dramatic don't you think?[/u] [spoiler]Open. Yes I used Shinedown lyrics[/spoiler]
-
2 Replies
-
250 Replies[i]"Two Mandos, One Bar (+ A Lot of Guys)"[/i] [i](Bar of Blades, around midnight-ish)[/i] The Mandalorian/ current Alliance operative known as Velinnea Stoik was busy trying not to get herself into much trouble with the other people there. She certantly didn't want that to happen, especially with the weapons she had on her. "I'm not exactly going to fight in these newly bought clothes. Would be stupid after what happened on Arcadia." She told herself. Pulling out her WESKARs out, she seemed to stare at them, almost as if it reminded her of someone she lost dearly... She put them, chugging her drink, before the sound of breaking glass was heard. By the sounds of it, it was a visiting mercenary, who seemed to point the broken bottle directly to her. "Give me all you have, or I'll skewer your eyes out with this." He said, pointing the bottle up. Vel clearly wasn't having none of it, and she seemed ready to fight if necessary. Which someone else ended up doing...which turned the entire bar into every man (and woman) for his/her/itself. Vel had managed to hide under the table, pulling out her Karambit knife...and hoping for the best. Whoever was to walk into the bar...or was already in it would probably see a woman hiding herself in the corner while about 30 other random people tried to beat the ever living shit out of one another. [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]
