Wild Arms: The Discussion (FINALLY!)
 

Krylo! No posting in expired discussion threads!

This post is entirely in Ecurt's name. His internet is running slow, so I am posting this for him.
Edit: It seems that I didn't get all of it in IM... So, the Omake is not complete, folks.
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Heh, Tarrin, that's the nature of Omakes. We make up character quirks, write out short scenes that can't fit with the main story for some reason (usually because they're outrageously out of character), to either lighten the mood, spark conversation, and make fun of ourselves.

Also Seeker-let me tell you this: It's not just Krylo. We're the freakin' NPF, for crying out loud!

Finally, I appear to be having some internet troubles, so if I don't post for a while it's not because I haven't tried. I'm not sure if it'll get better or if it'll completely go down either.

Mini-Omake #3

One might be wondering what has happened to Group 4. We haven't really heard a lot from them for a while.

Well, there's a good reason for their absence. A very good reason.

Of course, we'll have to go back a while ago, to catch up with the story. You see, it all began a few weeks before, when our heroes (that's Group 1 to you fellows) came face to face with Group 4.

"Hey Bob," Jack Devorian said, nudging 'Bob' with his elbow. "Jack Devorian thinks that guy has the same kind of fashion sense as you!"

Truce's eyes twitched-he was way more fashionable than 'that guy'! However, before Truce could voice his indignation for being compared to the one called Bob, someone else got in the way.

"Yarr!" Without any warning (aside from the battle cry, of course), Leon jumped at Bob, tackling the other man to the ground. Bob, though caught off guard, fought back, and soon the two were entangled in a wrestling match that would have had them caught in compromising positions had not a dust cloud settled over them for some reason.

"What's his problem?" asked Darel and Darren in unison.

Rebecca sighed, and continued to stir the soup. Yes, even now she was still trying to cook. "Leon hates ARMs. And that guy has a pretty big ARM..."

"Oh," was the reply that came in stereo, both of them shifting uncomfortably. "Well...it's a good thing we don't use ARMs then. Yep, we don't use ARMs at all."

Yes! My internet finally works...for now. In the middle of the night...but it's something!

Mini-Omake 4 (Continued from the last one)

"Wow," Jasper said with honest amazement. "They can really go at it."

"It's not that much of a surprise, at least not for Bob," Darren said.

"That's right," Darel agreed. "Our group goes to the gym a lot together."

"We stretch-"

"-lift weights-"

"-run-"

"-swim-"

"And even go to the sauna together."

"Don't forget the hot s...err, oh, right, you already mentioned the sauna."

Jasper sweat dropped. Well, it would explain why they're the only group without women...

It had been a few hours since the fighting had started, and it had not shown even a hint of ending. For some reason, the ones not involved in the fights took this time to get to know each other. All was going well for them until Daren and Darrel accidentally slipped out the word ARMs.

Suddenly the dust cloud dispersed and Leon (who had a struggling Bob underneath him) paused in his battle, sniffing in the direction of the two. Darel and Darren tried to hide their weapons but it was too late-and soon they were caught up in the fight as well. Surprisingly enough, it looked like Leon was able to fight them off by himself.

Jasper crossed his arms and frowned. "Shouldn't we...you know, stop them?"

Jack Devorian shook his head. "No way, Jack Devorian thinks we could...you know, sell tickets!"

Truce coughed, and walked over to the people fighting. With one hand, he plucked out Leon from the group, then set him slowly on the ground. "Play nice, Leon."

"ARMs users must die! DIE DIE DIE!"

Clamping a hand over Leon's foaming mouth, Truce whispered into his friend's ear. This seemed to make Leon very happy. So happy, that Jack Devorian found it suspicious. "Jack Devorian demands to know what you said to him!"

"Oh, nothing...say, how would you like to stay for dinner?"

This is (sorta) what Jasper looks like:

I'm terrible.
 

Some creativeness from me!

Mini-Omake (number 5?)

That night, Keira, Gad, Melane, and Dwane made their way to the inn. Keira and Gad were in one room, and Melane and Dwane were in the next. (don't ask me why they picked these sleeping arrangements.)

Anyway, now Keira was trying to sleep, but there was one thing keeping her from that wonderous dreamland.

"Ooooohhh! YES!" Melane's voice drifted through the thin wall seperating the rooms.
"M-Melane! What are you doing now?" Dwanes voice joined hers, with an edge of nervious panic to it.
"Ohhh Nothing...." Melane purred.
"T-Then what's that you have in your hand?"
"It's a little present for you.... <3" Keira wasn't sure how she heard the last part of that sentance, but about a heartbeat after, a loud screaming and whimpering was heard.

Keira groaned and rolled out of bed. She had to put a stop to this or else she would be dead tired for their job tomorrow. She made her way out into the hall and then stopped at their door.

"Melane! N-no! I'm not ready yet!"
"Oh don't be such a baby!"
"Wait, you're not going to put that on ME are you?!"

knock knock knock

Keira's knocking interupted whatever was going on behind the closed door. She heard some rustling before the door finally opened.

"Umm... yes?" Dwane blinked out with a dazed look on his face. He had some makeup smeared across his face and his clothes were half-way off.

"Um. Do you think you guys could keep it down? We're trying to get some rest." Keira said, raising her eyebrow at him.

"Hey Keira," Melane appeared behind Dwane as she brushed a hand through her hair, "We're having a good time in here, why don't you leave the kid and join us." A smile formed on her lips, as she idly stroked her long fingernails down Dwane's cheek, "We'll have lots of fun..."

Dwane's eyes lit up, "Yeah Keira! Why don't you join us?" He said, almost too excitedly.

"I'm sorry guys," Keira shook her head, "But I've really got to sleep. Just try to keep it down." She waved, then turned to go back in her room.

"Pity," Melane said, closing the door again, "I guess it's just you and me again." She pouted a bit then held up a hot curling iron.

Dwane wimpered.

"With all of her hair it would have been fun to do a makeover on her. Oh well, we'll have to redo yours since you messed it all up." She chimed gleefully, "I've always wanted to be a hairdresser!"

Ummm, this has fallen low, so I'm gonna do what ever it takes to keep this from dropping down!

Am I the slowest or the fastest for the fight?

Also, I call for another Mini-Omake! (I'm kinda lazy and out of funny jokes to use.)

So I was just wondering, what happened to Group 4? Did they fall of the edge of the forums or something?

Yeah, I'm not sure.

Speaking of which--if anyone in group 4 is still posting, please post here so I know. If everyone is done I'll just drop that section. If anyone is still playing I'll take over the PCs that slimmed.

I was kind of waiting for the other two people to start posting a bit more, but I'll try and get some things moving.

I'm still in, too. Problem was, I was the last one who posted, so... yeah.

I'm back, all I need is my character sheet.

Oh come on! It isn't that bad! Post!

Well my imminent descent into madness aside, I've finally gotten my character together. I think I may have put way to much effort into him though, so I hope this doesn't die out in another week or two.

Very belated, in which I knew there was something I had to do but was too lazy to do it.

Those who know me call this 'par'.

But there was a small fix, and so I fixed it. I also edited something I forgot with the character in writing, so re-rationalized and... stuff. (The weapon, that is.)

And I made a minor change that I had been debating the whole time and gave in to... YAY!

Just in case Krylo forget about my character. (Which is entirely cool and plausable, we all have lives here.) I thought I would repost him.

Name:Hartel "Hellraiser" Talzer
Age: 24
Gender:Male
Description: Hartel is six feet tall. He has sharp features that usually draw attention to him. Black, shoulder length hair and piercing blue eyes. He's toned, but not particular musclebound. He acts gullible, but in reality, is very sharp. Often observing things many people wouldn't notice. Has a dry sense of humor. He is also known for having a bad temper,and is constatly getting into barfights. Has the a slight distrust for magic.

Concept: Hartel is extremly fast, and is constately moving in combat.Hartel uses a long thin blade and his speed to strike quickly, multiple times, before backing off. His strikes don't cause much damage apiece, but add up fast. Usually finishes with his ARM. A sawed off shotgun.

Weapons:A long thin sword, and a Sawed off shotgun. Also carries a knife strapped to his leg.
ARMs:Yes
Background: Hartel was born very poor in a small town. He learned to fight from his father, who had been a drifter most of his life. He did various teenage things, He was eventually exiled from the town for two years at the age of 18 for being disruptive, and for "having inappropriate relations with the mayor's daughter" (Also 18 and named Mary)

He came back when he was 20, to find the town in ruin, and someone named Dante ruling what was left. Hartel confronted Dante who admitted to razing the town. Hartel fought Dante, but lost. He vowed revenge on him and plans to come back later in his life and kill him.Unfortunely, Dante knows this and is constately sending people to kill him.

It's rumored that he can swing his sword fast enough to cause sonic boom.

You know, Bgoode, I could try to make that character myself for you. But...you should drop at least the ARM. It'll have less power than your sword really, unless you want to take a lot of disadvantages, which will screw you in the long run.

I mentioned that in the last thread. Then I made KP make his character. It should be done shortly.

Right. I'm taking off on vacation now, leaving krylo in charge of my character. No naughty stuff, awright? I know you well enough to figure you might try something like that, so don't.

Ecurt. Would you be a dear and bite Rebecca for me? I'll make her a thrall to you until MT gets back.

Damn you and your stupid loopholes! No! No no no!

Also, just to be sure everyone knows, Dynamite will be absent as well.

There, I threw some stuff together. It might not add up, but there you are.

The names shall be credited to the good people of chat, becasue I was too lazy to think up them myself.

I'd do that Krylo, except I don't want competition for food.

And KP...you've given BGoode Demonic Posession with only a WIL of 2? Man, I'm going to love to see how that turns out.

Also, I was bored so I made a random character. I call him "Screwed Bastard".

I swear, CJ. I'm gonna smack you harder than Gad if you don't POST, DAMNIT!

You know, I swear I had erased the line with arm.... It apparently must be evil govirment conspiracy, or I hit the wrong button. Oh well and thank you Kp.

Edit'd So if I wanted to make my arm go away, would I just erase the Arm stuffs and file the points along to the other stuff. Hmm, I'll try that.

Edit'd again, I think I did this right, here it is. Thanks again Kp for doing in the first place.

Edited-Going with guru.

Well, it's not quite as easy as all that. Since all but one of the points used to purchase your ARM were from the Advantages pool, you must spend all but one of them on Advantages.

As it stands now, you have broken even in advantages (due to the disadvantages cancelling out whatever advantages you have) Also, I'd say that the demonic possession advantage that KP gave you doesn't really fit in with your character background, I'd swap it for something else. My advice would be to drop the Rival disadvantage, and take the Reason advantage, making the reason to restore order and prosperity to your hometown....oh, hell, I'll just post it.

Ah, okay awesome thanks man.

Also, whats up with group 4. Should I just post an arrival at the ruin, and met yall there.

I was hoping Twiddy would do something, but I guess he isn't. So Lazy and me will make a string of haggling posts (or a collab if I can get in touch with him), and then we go to the ruin. So basically, meeting us at the ruin would be fine.

Okay, cool.

Well I don't know if you had a group in mind for me Krylo, but I'm betting you'll throw me into group 4 for the same reason as Bgoode so unless I hear otherwise I'll post to meet up with the rest of the group at the ruins as well.

Edit - That is assuming that my character has gotten final approval.

Seeker, your character is fine once unskilled is removed, which changes nothing about him.

I'm really unsure why it's even there. You take three points out of skills to use for bonus points, and then put 12 points back in. Getting rid of it doesn't change the character at all. Just means you only put 9 points into skills, and all the calculations still come out the same.

And yeah, you're both going to be in group 4, unless one of you would rather be someplace else.

Edit: Bgoode, the guy guru made had a few minor math problems. They have now been fixed.

I see what you mean Krylo, I'm not sure why I thought I needed it either but it's been taken out. Group 4 is fine with me, since I know that's where I am now I may try to meet up at the end of the haggling rather than the next day at the ruins.

Anyway here's my updated sheet.

No, I didn't accidentally post this in Group 3's thread...

Mini-Omake #6: It begins...

It was there. The presence that had been hiding in the darkness all this time, unseen even to Truce. However, it was not unfelt; the primal instinct of his told him on some lower level of his consciousness that there was something wrong, that something would happen soon.

They would come.

He wasn't sure if it would be today, tomorrow, or some time years from now. But he was sure they would come.

And they did.

Even for someone like him, things were happening too quickly. They were finding their way out of an abandoned dungeon, which (aside from the entrance) had been buried under layers and layers of sand, having another mission when it began. Before they knew it, before anybody could save Jasper, the large man had been taken away. It was only when the scream echoed through the seemingly empty halls behind them did they realize that he was gone.

Instantly, the three left behind took up a formation. Continuing to move forward, too afraid of what had so easily kidnapped Jasper, Rebecca and Leon remained at the front, with Truce cautiously covering their rear. All of them want to run, make a break for it, but such fool hardiness would surely play right into their hands-they had to be careful.

Nobody wanted to share the same fate as their friend.

"It was supposed to be just a legend!" Leon said as he tried to remain calm, and failing horribly. "How...how could it be true? How could they exist?"

Rebecca cast an uneasy glance back at Truce. "We've seen stranger things in the world."

"Hey!" The crimson noble couldn't help but be insulted. "I'm nothing like them at all. Honest!"

"Truce, it's okay...we know."

Truce gritted his teeth. "There's nothing to know."

"There's no point in denying it, Truce. We know all about it."

He almost faltered in his step. "...for how long?"

"Look, we'll talk about it some other time."

"Besides," Leon added. "It is a pretty sick fetish to have."

For a moment, Truce didn't know what to say. And then he did. "I don't have a fetish!"

However, just as he would continue his indignation, a figure burst through the wall, effectively separating Truce from the others. Firing haphazardly at the creature, he was dismayed to find that the bolt literally bounced off the body of the beast. That dismay was nothing compared to the fear he felt when it turned to face him.

"RUN!"

He forgot who shouted the order, or if he had given it himself, but all he knew was that he had to follow it, he had to get away, before it could catch him. So he ran, as fast as his legs could manage, back deeper into the dungeon, hoping he could lose them.

There was one scream. A few minutes of silence passed until the second one came. Then, he was sure that he was alone.

Tired physically and mentally, Truce leaned his back against the wall, allowing himself to slide down a few inches before remaining in a comfortable position. Then he sighed, balling his hand into a fist, and slammed it against the wall. Several thoughts flew through his mind, but one remained constant in his heard. I have to survive. I have to make it through this.

He owed it to those who hadn't escaped to do so himself. For them, for their story and, most importantly, the stuff they had left behind.

Wow, way to raid our stash Ecurt. Remind me when I get out of that place to strangle you out into the sunlight.[/joking]

Wow... I could imagine what that would actually have looked like. That was an awesome attack.

Mini-Omake #7: Because Krylo wouldn't make me a sandwich.

Truce could hear the footsteps approach, if only faintly. He could tell that whoever the mysterious stranger was, he was still far away. It gave Truce enough time to form a plan. Now, as the footsteps neared him, he just had to wait until he could finally set it into motion.

When the creature entered it didn't just break down the door, it send it flying off its hinges into the wall across the room. However, as it looked around it found nothing but an empty room aside from the forgotten furniture of the office, with no sign his prey in sight. Puzzled, it headed inwards, wondering if Truce was hiding somewhere.

That's when Truce dropped from the ceiling and delivered a swift karate chop to the creature, knocking it out cold.

"Well...that was easier than I thought." And then he remembered that he didn't know any martial arts.

The creature stood up, no longer stunned by the attack. Turning to face Truce, it raised a fist, attempting to crush Truce where he stood. However, Truce merely grabbed it by the wrist and tossed it over his shoulder, smashing it against a pair of wooden chairs. This too, though, clearly had no effect, as it once against stood up before the dust had even settled.

"What are you?" Truce asked. "Why are you after me?"

He received no answer except an empty gaze from those cold eyes. It was enough though to bridge a small memory to the past, and remember how familiar the man before him used to be.

"It couldn't be...Dwane?"

"So, you finally remembered?" Another figure blocked the doorway, one that sent a shiver down his spine. Another bridge was form--though, this one had more unpleasant memories than before. "I can't tell you how disappointed I was to find that you had...forgotten us."

Truce stepped back, readying his crossbow against the new enemy. He was shaking though, knowing that the person he would have to fight against was her. "What do you want Kiera? What could you possibly need?"

Kiera cracked her whip, effectively silencing Truce. "You're not allowed to ask questions!" she said, with a commanding voice. Then, with a seductive smile that felt too out of place on a priestess like her, she stepped forward and caressed his cheek. "We need you, and that's all you need to know."

Truce bowed his head for a moment, balling his hands into fists. "I won't do it," he said. "I can't do it. I'll die. You'll kill me."

"So? Who cares? This is your duty, your destiny-accept it."

"No!" He couldn't accept it. He wouldn't accept it. Truce had had more than enough in the past already. Swift Shadow.

Pushing her away, he made a break for the door, only to find that Dwane had gotten in the way again. However, not even the fellow baskar could stop Truce. The crimson noble simply barreled into the other man, tackling Dwane against the wall with enough force to knock even the human wall out.

A whip lashed out from behind him, wrapping itself around his neck, as if trying to keep him on a leash. The effort was for naught though, as with a simple tug on the whip did he pull its owner over to him, forcing her to relinquish any power over him. Then, on a whim, he threw her over his shoulder and ran off, before Dwane could awaken.

With only a vague memory of where he had been and where he had to go, he navigated through the maze of a dungeon, ignoring the protests of his captive. It was only when he was sure he was a safe distance away from any threat did he stop, at which point he unceremoniously dropped Kiera on the ground.

"You could have been gentler," Kiera muttered as she stood up, rubbing her sore spots.

Truce didn't give a damn on whether he was gentle or not. "Tell me where they are!" he said as he roughly pinned her against the wall. "I want to know what you've done with them!"

Kiera didn't have the decency to even pretend to be afraid or struggle at all. Instead, she simply smiled, and looked into his eyes. "It's already too late for them."

After a while, Truce finally released her, unable to find any hint of a lie in her words or actions. He knew he shouldn't have held out hope in the first place, but he thought that maybe...maybe...

He knew the truth now though. And he knew what he had to do.

"You're going to pay," he said, his voice barely more than a growl.

And for once, Kiera feared him. "Wha-what are you going to do?"

Truce's first response was a single sinister laugh. "Something I should have done a long time ago..."

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Once again, Truce found himself running. This time he was alone, and trying not to dwell on what he had just done. It was cruel, it was evil, it had made him into a monster that he couldn't change back from.

He tried to ignore just how much he had enjoyed it.

Instead, he focused on escaping. As the lone survivor, it was his only duty right now. However, though he had already defeated two of his obstacles the primal instinct of his told him there were more to come.

His careful journey towards the exit though was uneventful, but that only served to heighten his paranoia. He knew that if he were to relax they would strike. So he wouldn't. He had to be patient; they would be waiting for him after all.

His fear was confirmed at the sight of one little boy, standing at the end of the long corridor, carrying an ARM that looked more heavier than himself. With no choice but to move forward though, he dashed forward, hoping that he could close the distance and escape before the boy had a chance to shoot him.

It was a gamble that he unfortunately lost.

Even with Truce's superior speed, the boy simply raised his ARM and fired once. Without any room to maneuver, it took all Truce's ability just to have it graze his arm. That, along with his own forward momentum, was enough to send him spiraling into the ground, where he skidded a few feet before stopping. A moment later, he could feel the barrel pressed against his head, and he knew that he had failed.

"I give up. You caught me."

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"So they got you too, eh?" asked Jasper, who found himself now bald and shirtless with sparkles all over his body. "It looks like I won the bet, Rebecca."

Rebecca sighed, as she tried to undo the ropes around her, without any sort of success. If one looked closely, she was Sloth from Full Metal Alchemist. "Yeah, fat lot that will do you, Jasper. And really, Truce, I have to ask...is there something in your Baskar heritage that forces every member of your tribe to have a fetish?"

Truce considered her question for a moment before answering, "Probably."

"Guys...I just have one question," Leon said. "I can understand making me a girl...but why did the little boy have to glue these ARMs to my hands?!"

"He hates you," the other three said in unison.

"WHY?!"

Meanwhile...

"I'll kill Truce!" Kiera said while foaming at the mouth. "KILL HIM DEAD!"

Melane shook her head. "Now, now, we need a Scar, remember?"

"Who cares? He did...did...this to me!" the priestess said, pointing to herself.

"All he did was dress you up as Winry. What's so bad about that?" Melane asked, before Dwane could stop her. She would soon regret ever opening her mouth.

"Idiots," Gad said, as Kiera jumped on Melane while Dwane tried to break apart the two. "All of them."

Wait.... does that make me Hawkeye? >.< Just the person I DON'T wanna be.

Anywho, what do the rest of us have to do to attack like Truce did?

Basically, Truce used a force ability to add a crapload to his RES, thus enabling him to do many actions in a single round. Normally this would result in an increasingly huge penalty to each sucessive action, but his huge bonus to RES cancelled this out, making it seem as though he was moving extremely fast.

On a side note, most of the attacks were unarmed, only doing about 5 dice per hit, so if you have a decent soak you'd be fine. Unfortunately for hobs, they suck, so their soak is almost nil.

To answer your question, RMB, in order to attack like Truce did, you'd have to have a similar Force power or spell to boost your RES to insane-o levels.

Well, I'm not sure how well my force ability works. I can just imagine him punching something with an insane amount of power and that thing exploding. I like the name of mine too.

Well, guru, RMB, I've got good news for you.

My FP ability can target someone other than myself. I believe the range is five feet though, but with his regular RES it's not that big of a problem in the first place to catch up with you.

Truce is a team player, you see.

Wow, me combine my FP ability with yours and the entire battlefield would be nothing but giant puddles of blood. I bet Truce would love the rain of blood.

As of tomorrow, I'm gonna be going away for a week. I don't really know if I'll have access to a computer, but I'll see what happens.

Damn and we just finally hit our second page to.

Also, I love reading the Mini-Omakes so keep em coming.

RMB: Is Leon going to try to stay awake all night, or just part of it?

Leon is going to stay up all night to help keep the group safe and to see what he can find out about Truce. He also wants to keep awake to make sure there are no bounty hunters after him.

Mini-Omake #8

The campfire had begun to die down, but Leon and Truce could still see well even this late in the night, aided by the moon and stars above. Truce's eyes constantly scanned the area, searching for any signs of danger. The hobs could show up unexpectedly after all, but so could any other monster.

However, while he was doing so, he failed to notice one particular pair of eyes watching him.

Finally, Leon was no longer content to remain silent. He just had to know. "Is that your natural hair color?"

Truce turned to him, looking at Leon as if he was the biggest idiot in the world. "Yes."

And that was the end of that.

I'm going to be gone until some time tomorrow, probably, and don't have time to make any rolls or type any really descriptive stuff...sooooo

Group Hob-Killer: Nothing happens that night, Leon is going to have to make some checks to stay awake and will probably be at some negative dice for not sleeping tomorrow. I'll have to do some will/vit rolls to see how much, though.

Group Fucked: The carriage is nice and plain, and the kid's insipid. He gives you half up-front, and I'd have to roll Tarrin's abilities to see if he can convince him to give it all up front. Most likely he can.

Group Cave Expedition: The miners finish loading the stuff and you guys can all go whenever you like.

Other group: Twiddy dropped, ignore him. Other than that you guys know what to do, I think. The entrance to the ruins IS locked, however, and I'll have to be here for the unlocking.

Wow, I didn't miss much. I hope it'll pick up soon.

Hello Krylo, Secretskull managed to convince me into getting into this whole shibang.

Did a quick once over of each of the groups and by the looks of things I'd like to be with group 4, if thats okay with you. Not much has really happened so that'll give me a good time to make an entrance.

If you didn't use ARMS you'd be welcomed into group one. Darn you people who have to use guns! DARN YOU!!!!

Anywho, is there any point in time where any of the groups will meet or are these all set during different periods of time?

Skweeb is mine, you here me?! I worked hard to draft him into this.
I'd also like to take this opportunity to ask someone in Group 4 to post a "the next day", post already. If someone doesn't do one by tomorrow, I'll just repost my old post with one.

And FINALLY Group 4 actually gets some time behind it.

Alright...

Guru/Ecurt--Ecurt has 0 Ride skill. What this means is he can't make his horse move very quickly. At all. Honestly he'll probably end up frustrated and walking after awhile.

Guru, on the other hand, has 2 ride.

So what I need to know is whether Jasper will be hanging back with Truce or powering ahead.

And Skweeb, I'll throw together a character for you as soon as I have time. I've been either very busy or very exhausted lately.

You know what sucks? Mattoon, IL sucks, I've returned from my weekend stay there so I'll be getting my next day post up sometime this evening. Right now I'm just savoring my sweet sweet internet access.

Edit: BAH! Make that tomorrow, stupid human body and it's need for sleep!

Krylo, I need to know if Jasper can coerce any extra speed out of the horses he and Truce are riding, or if it would be quicker for Truce (or both of us) to get down and run the remaining distance to town?

You could get there quicker without Truce's horse, but a horse is obviously faster than you. ...So the fastest way is to let go of Truce's reigns and go, followed by continuing as you are, with going on foot being the slowest.

And for Truce... well... it'd probably be roughly equal in speed.

Well Krylo, I was hoping to squeeze in a little time to RP with you guys. But my contribution will have to wait because I'm moving to washington state very soon, four days to be precise. I won't have my computer with me for a while...hell I probably won't be having one for quite a while.

Got excited about this..but alas Life has it's demands.

Krylo, I think that we (We being group 4) are done with the town we are in. Unless you decide that something happens on the way to the ruins, we arrive at the ruins. Either way, we need you to post: Either a description of what happens when we arrive at the ruins (and how they look), or what happens on the way.