A Broken World [rp]

Eh, im not injured....

 

I mean ur mentor

 

Just quickly - im currently not at home and wont be able to carry on the story until i am ae to get to a computer - that would be in about 10 hours. Dont worry i will as soon as i can and - feel free to apply if you want to

 

Vesinis arrow seems to fly too wide at first, but a small gush of wind blows it back on course and strikes the former caravan guard horse in the flank. Defying the injury, the horse rears up and starts going at full gallop. Matthew is slightly unprepared and is flung back in his saddle but manages to gra onto the reigns and pull himself back into place as the horse sprints through the forest and right out the other side at an almost in-humane (in-horsane?) speed.
Vesini draws his bow back for a further shot at first but weighs up his chances of actually hitting and brings the bow down.

@Rogue RP:
You manage it nearly all the way to gundurla, a village near the old citadel ( http://prntscr.com/9df0fi ) before the horse, dusty, succumbs to its wounds and the considerable blood loss. You think at first about cutting up the horses corpse and using it as food - you didnt have time to stock up on anything in town - but you feel it would be slightly disrespectful towards the horse that helped you flee from that situation. Still, you do not have any time to dig a grave of any kind out here in the open, so you must leave the horse behind...

@Enderman1234 RP:
You turn back around to where your master was being helped by the guards, to see how they were getting on. You see that your master is being helped back to the city by one of the guards, but the other 3 now stand facing you directly, swords drawn and shields up. You hear the guard escorting your master back to town shout at the archers on the walls, of which two leave their posts. You are sure they are going to be facing you in a few moments as well. This day has not gone as planned.

You try this technique as much as possible but after the complaint by the fellow worker you seem to be alone less and less. The meals themselves are getting less and less nutritious and one day you cant help but take some of the leftovers you hid.
You feel your body degenerating more and more, and slowly becoming one of the slaves you saw on the day of your arrival. You are sure the other workers have similar negative thoughts about the work now as well, but they do not see them as your equal, now that you have proven yourself to be sly to try and get out of work. Once you tried talking to one of your workers about this, the only response you get is "ye well its alright for you though isnt it?".
It isnt.
It is late in the afternoon when you find yourself on the bottom layer of scaffolds, suddenly alone...

 

I turn back to the battle and try to trace the tracks of the horse to hunt down Rogue. "I will not let bastard get away for what he has done."

(im a hunter right? I can track animal tracks, so i should be able to track the horse tracks?)

 

I get two large twigs and make a small cross for it, and go into the town for supplies

 

Name: Korasi

Gender: Female

Age: 15

General Appearance :

Tall for her age; shoulder-length dark-brown hair, untied
Haircut reference: (totally not stolen from Runescape)
http://i.imgur.com/BWq62X8.png


Parent Jobs

Both deceased

Father
Veteran fighter

Mother
Unknown, political engagement: suffragette


Jobs in your early life: /

Current Job: Student

Quick Backstory:

Korasi's parents died in a fire when she was young, and her rich aunt has taken care of her ever since.
Nevertheless; her aunt raised her with an iron hand, forcing Korasi to study the "noble arts" of the law,
against her will. As Korasi always had more of a passion for her father profession she turned on her aunt,
refusing to visit the school. As a consequence she got grounded until she would agree to make "a turn for the better".
Filled with grief and wrath Korasi took posession of her Aunts deceased Husbands dagger and left the mansion in the
same night ~


Any other things you want to mention:

As you might've already noticed, my english writing-skills aren't the best, but I am willing to improve whenever possible.
Also, please tell me about mistakes (grammar wise) I've made when possible :3

 

This is actually a really quite good backstory :D

 

\_{^><^}_/ yay! cat emojis for everyone!

 

Accepted. You have been placed in hawaha ( http://prntscr.com/9dkwsv ).
Geographical lore:
Hawaha is one of the oldest towns in Sariel, but has always suffered from the rule of kings and queens, being the closest town to both the old citadel, and in recent times, the capital of Liareau. It used to benefit once from trade caravans that, after visiting the old citadel, would try and get rid of goods they couldn't sell there in Hawaha for much cheaper prices, allowing the people here to receive goods with the same quality as the old citadel, but for much less price.
However now there is no trade. People here grow poorer by the day, apart from the selected few Nobles that have manage to retain their wealth. Hawaha is, as it has always been, a smaller copy of the capital, but now that meant beggars on the streets, armed guards patrolling day and night, and poverty spreading slowly but surely like an infectious disease.
The one thing that Hwaha doesn't have, which is present in the capital, is a large stone wall. This has led to several attacks by bandits, and while the town is guarded, there are plenty of entry and exit points where the guards cannot always be. And even if the criminal is caught at some point, the damage has already been done.
RP
You spend your days nursing the sick. Not like you can do much for them. The cause of their illnesses is not one you could cure with a few herbs and a prayer. Their sicknesses originate from the poverty, from the dirt on the street and the mould on food. Even so you try and make the sick feel as comfortable as possible, and treat their symptoms, to at least allow a better living, even if death is inevitable.
Now that your fellow doctor is dead the makeshift hospital you run is inundated with new patients ever day. Some you simply cannot do anything for, others you tell yourself are fine without your help, and you need to send more and more people out too early without enough treatment, or not take them in at all. The medicine is simply not advanced enough yet, and you don't have enough people helping you.
You have just woken up after 5 hours of sleep. Your average per night. You get dressed, and make your way to the entrance area, when you see several people huddled around something on the ground. You take a closer look and notice its one of your trainees, struggling against some sort of illness. Her skin has turned pale and she was retching. You see she was trying to say something but nothing would come out....

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The town of hawaha or into the village of gundurla? Sorry you just need to specify :)

 

You sprint into the forest where you see the tracks of the horse, which you then start to follow. Is isn't difficult at first, its wound had made the horses footfall heavier, and in the muddy ground of the forest the imprints are easily found.
You hear shouting behind you from the guards, but they don't make any moves to chase after you, but retreat to the city.
You keep following the trail, and while you lose it once or twice when the horse must've jumped over a crook, or the ground became solid for a bit, you manage to keep track of it as far as the western part of the woods ( http://prntscr.com/9dl24r ) Before you are forced to take a break and decide to call it a day...
The night is rainy and an icy wind blows. You hide beneath the roots of a larger tree and shelter yourself from the worst but you still have a cold night and an uneasy sleep.

Accepted! You have been placed in Frinas ( http://prntscr.com/9dl34s )
Geographical Lore:
Frinas is a large town, almost a city, in the south of Sariel. It was going to be chosen as capital by Grusalf the first, due to the Fort as well as the fortified town, however the slightly warmer weather conditions down there didn't quite suit him, as well as the less practical location of the fort, which is on a lower elevation than Trestel, as well as being right in the center of the town.
Fort Heriole is still inhabited nonetheless. A military general - loyal to the king, has made this fort his home for a decade now. Despite not being the capital, the military presence is strong here, and the amount of troops available to the general directly may even outnumber those stationed in the capital of Liareau and the fort of Trestel.
Despite his harsch rule rivaling that of the king himself, the military general; Keron Garek, is generally liked in Frinas. He shows himself often at local events, and is known to help some street lurkers to become respectable soldiers in his army, with full stomachs and good pay. This combination of harsch rule and friendliness towards the ruler has eradicated crime in Frinas. Sure, there are a few petty crimes, which are punished as harshly as in the capital itself, but not much else.
However, poverty is still present in Frinas. There are a number of old families located in Frinas, all of which hold a majority of the money that flows into Frinas, and the rest of the population can only get by day by day. In addition, the rumors of the southern warlord have had their impact here, as with every new piece of information about him, swathes of people leave the town to go north, to where they believe it is safer than so close to the border.
RP
As every child suddenly running from home, having done the act of leaving, you have no idea where to go. You try and remember the map of Sariel that your Aunt hung up in the library. In the North-East is Trestel you remember. You decide not to go to the overflowing and dirty capital.
With determination you walk towards the main southern exit of Frinas, look around one more time, and step outside the gates, taking a deep breath as if the air was suddenly cleaner outside.
You see forests stretching out to your left, and open fields to your right. Suddenly the world feels so much bigger than it did while reading about it, or from pictures in books. You debate whether it was really a good idea to leave... and whether you should turn back...

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@Cloudavia AKA Violet Renas. Current Role: Farmer. Starting Place: Resmund - A village just south of Pegir ( http://prntscr.com/9c7bxz )
Violet has return to her every-day jobs of farming and writing rebel pamphlets. Once more, someone with a possibly bright future settles down to become no more than your average farmer. Who knows if this may change.

 

[Announcement]
Hello guys!
Francis unfortunately cannot come back until the 20th of december, therefore I am here to keep the RP alive meanwhile he is gone.

 

Name: Morgana

Gender: Female

Age 35

Parent Jobs none (You were an orphan)

Jobs in your early life: None

Current Job: potion maker

Quick Backstory: I was found in a forest being only a baby. A baker and his wife found me and took me with them. They were taking good care of me and I enjoyed living with them. When I grew up I started helping in the bakery but was always drawn back to the forest ... there was always some kind of attraction. In my late teens I decided that I wanted to go back to the forest and live there on my own. That is what I did ... I am collecting herbs and mushrooms, cooking potions of all kind ... people know about me and they come to see me in my hut. They ask für special medicine or potions and I receive food and clothing in exchange.

Goals in life ... find out my true story and my roots

Any other things you want to mention:

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sorry .... can I be a bit younger? maybe around 25?

 

Goal In life: To be or not to be.

 

Hawaha

 

"oh no no no no! what happened to you?" I say, "Someone get her to my clinic!"

 

I Groggily wake up, tired, due to sleeping in the elements. And i start hunting around the area for food.

 

:( well.... This thread died

 

@Francis12qwasyx

I look in my food supply. I have X days of food.

If X>4 I run towards the nearest town (not the one where I came from) after making a crude blade from hardened wood.

If X<4 I attempt to steal some food and run into the wilderness.

If X=4 I run towards the nearest town (not the one where I came from) without making a weapon.

 

Name: Haru

Gender: Male

Age: 16

General Appearance: A teenager about 5.6 ft. Imagine Kirito (SAO) with reddish-brown hair and dark red eyes, has a light tan to his skin. Occasionally wears black pants, a black belt with a large silver buckle, and a black V-necked shirt while wearing a unzipped gray waistcoat silver trimmed; silver lining from shoulders to elbows, always wears a ripped white scarf.

Parent Jobs: Both Deceased...

Father: From my very few memories... He was the leader of a group of hunters called "Storm". He taught me how to fish... It was really fun fishing with him back then...

Mother: I don't remember much, but she tended the injured soldiers in the major cities... She is loving and sweet...

Jobs in your early life: Woodcutter

Current Job: None

Quick Backstory: During the time when he was 6 years old, Haru saw his parents die in front of him by a group of beings known as Reapers. He was depressed and in complete despair until he literally forgotten about this parents and became amnesiac, until he met his master, Matheral. Haru saw Matheral as a fatherly-figure and was trained under master melee combat and the Arts of the Spear. Haru was like a new soldier, but he knew he can fight well with his fists, but also with the spear. One day, Matheral was accused of being a killer and he screamed to Haru "RUN!!!" , The teenager ran up and grabbed whatever he holds precious, his spear and white scarf; smashing a window and jumped out, he ran off quickly into the nearest forest and stopped, he sat next to a tree and thinked about what happened to his master, he felt depressed and alone... He hated himself for not trying to save him...

Goals in life: Avenge parents, become a Hero, explore the province, find his lost memories