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Our pleasure. Yes, calidris created it, and if anyone would like to join it, go ahead and send me a friend request and I’ll hook you up! See y’all there!
@emily-waldorf Understood! May I suggest that like the poll starts tomorrow at Noon East coast time and ends at, say, 8 or 10 East coast time?
LOL That is really cool, although… Con would actually be in “Guys, we need to find food, shelter, and good water!”
Agreed. I do prefer discord over regular text messaging, because (1) you can do large groups without using extra data, (2) you can have a dedicated server with separate rooms in it, (3) like you said, you can do mass voice/ video calls (and if you’re not comfortable with video, that’s ok, you can turn your camera off in the call), and (4) If we did email, the probability of our inboxes suddenly exploding (inserts exploding gif here 🤣) is really high.
@irishcelticredflowercrown What is your username?LOL I totally agree! I actually kinda prefer discord to like regular text messaging lol. You can go ahead and send me a friend request to ethan_leonard#1948
Anybody else who wants to contact me on discord go ahead and send me a friend request, just let me know on here the day before to do so that I don’t disregard it as spam
Hmmm…
Lord knows that I need to get better and just write more, so…I’m in! May I suggest Discord for the platform we use?
@rose-colored-fancy
🤣🤣🤣well congratulations, happy birthday lolYes I did have an awesome day, I went to a gun range with my dad. That was AMAZING!!!
CON
When the sun rose, Con was standing on the highest point of the hotel, looking out over the town. Once the sun was fully up he looked down and jumped. Igniting his jetpack, he flew down and landed on the roof Above an open window. Scanning for life forms Inside the room with his helmet, and seeing none, he swung down and into the room. He stepped through and out into the hall.
Walking briskly down the hall, Con looked for the room that he was supposed to have spent the night in. Upon finding it, he could hear the sound of arguing inside. Shaking his head, he ran down to the main lobby.
The lobby was empty, except for the few staff members cooking up breakfast. Grabbing a few things and taking them to a table, Con waited. Sure enough, one of the guys came out of a hallway and glanced around. Spotting Con, he started walking in his direction
MILES
Miles backed away from the bar as the fight broke out. Despite the fact that he was wearing really shiny armor, he managed to pay his tab and slip outside. Once there, he leaned against the wall. He’s right. Miles thought. I do stand out… A cloak maybe? I’m not taking this off. Which means…where could I get a cloak? I need something that will wrap around me well, and is full length…
He was very concentrated on his thinking, so he didn’t notice when the rest of the group left the bar. He was still deep in his thoughts when he heard an excited voice. Looking up, he saw the group standing at a store across the street, and Blind Guy was being hugged by some girl. Curious, miles approached them.
Random, but today was my 18th birthday!
(Warning! I am going into the mind of Saevus in this, and, well…he…cusses. I will use asterisks)
SAEVUS
Saevus looked up in shock. Lord Castle had somehow returned? Not the most impressive thing he had seen, but still it shocked him.
Suddenly The room Saevus was in began to disappear before his fiery eyes. It melted away and he found himself in a long hallway. It was a dark hallway, with torches placed in holders spaced every fifty feet. The walls were made of a dark, rough stone. The floor itself was dark and polished. The vaulted roof melted into the darkness above. The very air of this hallway breathed hatred. Saevus looked down it…and instantly knew where he was.
Saevus set off down the main hallway of Arx Ardor, trying to get back to his iron throne. He was mulling over what had just happened to him, wondering. Lord Castle? Who the h*** was that? What was that place I just was? How did I even ******* get there in the first place? He stomped down the hallway, thinking, when suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by the fact that he had reached the end off of the hallway.
Here, there was a very tall door. At about his chest were two huge golden handles in the shape of Dragons. The rest of the door was covered with a massive gilded carving of the symbol of the Land of Malterra: The Fiery Eyes.
Saevus looked up at those eyes peering through the twisting flames for a moment, before grasping a handle and pulling open the doors.
Saevus stepped inside, thinking about how he was going to go sit down on his throne and continue plotting the destruction of the Mortunds. He would then maybe go visit the dungeon and torture chambers, and maybe stop by and see what General Sollers was up to. But that was not the case. Sitting on the huge Iron Throne, which was about 150ft in front of him, was…himself.
Truely puzzled at this, Saevus Stepped forward, for once not wanting to make a move that might provoke him. Then-
“Greetings, Emperor!” The cold voice boomed. “I see that you have come to visit…Tell me, what have you been planning to do?”
Saevus looked on in shock. His own self was sitting on his throne, asking him questions. WHAT THE H*** IS GOING ON!!?!??
“You May be wondering what is going on here,” Saevus-on-the-throne said. “I have only one thing to tell you then…listen closely”
Saevus looked on in silence, because for once in his life, he was speechless.
“I have some advice for you…Whatever happens, Don’t. Try. To. Capture. Angel.”
Saevus burst out laughing. That’s it? Don’t capture the one weakness of Miles? Angel?
“Are you serious?” Saevus retorted. “Don’t capture Angel? What kind of d***** nonsense is that?!? The one weakness of Miles? Like I’m gonna listen to that foolish nonsense. Who are you anyway?”
Before Saevus-on-the-throne could respond, Saevus was whisked away… and before he knew it, he crashed into another room.
Slamming into the wall, Saevus crumpled to the floor. He lay there for a moment before getting up. He had a sickening feeling that he knew where he was. And sure enough…
“Emperor Saevus!” A voice he recognized with hatred boomed. “Give up your most prized possession, or join the fashion show.”
A fashion show? Saevus thought. What the h*** is that?!? And my most prized possession? That would be…
Saevus looked down. His flaming sword materialized into his hand. Give up my sword? Heck no. Which means-
Suddenly Saevus found himself in a group of people, some of whom he recognized, on a stage.
Random but today was my 18th birthday!
*Walks in expecting to go on about how I haven’t been able to be on, and-*
Wow ok… that is a lot to catch up on. Can somebody please clear this up and explain a bit what just happened?
CON
Con watched as Hades launched the pommel of his knife into his codpiece. It struck, but did nothing. This was then followed up with a kick to the same spot, which also did nothing.
“Your
armor may be resistant
to the energy of my
sword, but how many
physical blows can it
take?” Hades commented“A lot,” Con replied as he pulled out a boot knife. “This,” he said, tapping his chest plate, “This is Beskar Steel, the armor of Mandalorian Warriors. Nothing can pierce it. Nothing at all…” Con said as he moved towards the window. “Now I’m gonna go keep an eye out, goodnight.”
And with that, Con opened up the window and vaulted out. He fell a few feet before igniting his jetpack and flying up onto the roof.
When he landed, Con immediately knelt down and began trying to send out a distress signal. But no response. Either he didn’t have enough power, or…he was in an entirely different universe.
Shaking his head, Con fell back against a chimney and fell asleep.
MILES
Miles drank his beer and thought. The beer was good, which was great. Miles sat and watched the people, wondering all the while.
A group of noisy people came in, one of the group looked very young, while the others were older, though looking men. They looked like the type of warriors the Mortunds needed. Especially if they were gonna try and Capture Malterra…Miles shivered at the thought. Although he knew he had to be the one to face Emperor Saevus, he knew…that was beyond him at the moment.
Miles watched the group with interest. The bartender gave out ‘normal’ drinks to the older men, while the boy was served a drink that was on fire. The fire burned off and Miles watched as the boy drank it.
Curious, Miles got up and, chainmail jingling, walked up to the bar. When he reached the bar part of that group was watching him closely. Ordering another beer, Miles leaned on the counter and drank silently. Until…
Please, surprise Miles, Folks lol
Hey guys, sorry I haven’t been on lately. I’m gonna finish up here in one go hopefully…
Saevus ducked a blow from Lord Castle, and then returned the blow in like manner, only to be stopped by Castle’s blade. Swinging in again, Lord Castle parried Saevus’ blade, who immediately followed with a massive combination. Saevus brought down a vertical cut, swung and sliced in from the side, only to be blocked both times by Lord Castle. Infuriated, Saevus blasted into Lord Castle with a massive attack that forced him to step back. Saevus then attempted to remove Lord Castle’s head, only to be blocked by his blade. Saevus then aimed a blow at Castle’s legs, which he jumped over, only to be followed up with a massive blow to his head by the spikes on Saevus’ gauntlet. Bowled over, lord castle fell and rolled as Saevus brought several blows down to try and kill lord castle. Lord Castle kept rolling till suddenly he stopped, having run into the Iron Boot of Emperor Saevus.
Saevus looked down at Lord Castle, laughed wickedly, and raised his sword. He then swung down and blasted into Lord Castle’s arm as he raised it, which deflected Saevus’ sword. Lord Castle then kicked Saevus, causing him to fall, which allowed Lord Castle to get up and ready himself for the furious attack that followed from Saevus.
At this point Saevus was starting to become reckless. But that did not stop him from purposefully allowing a blow to fall on his arm, which was immediately followed up with a cut to Lord Castles belly-which hit.
Bellowing, Lord Castle fell backwards and onto the ground. And before he knew it, a flaming sword of anger penetrated deep into his chest.
Saevus put his flaming helmed head in front of Lord Castle’s face. “Look who’s the lord now,” he taunted as he stood up and pulled his sword out. Lord Castle was dead.
Honestly I have no idea why we just killed the Lord of the Castle, other than Saevus got mad at him for forcing Saevus to reveal his deepest regret (which is that he didn’t kill a specific someone.) But anyways, I finally got that out of the way, so we may proceed. Again, sorry for not being on here.
@this-is-not-an-ailen
@whoever’s left to add lol
Hey guys, sorry for the silence, but my job got a little busy (which btw I have ended) and schools getting harder.
Con:
A pillow came flying out of nowhere. Having decided that using the force at the moment might be a bad idea, he acted surprised and let it hit him.
“My brother,” The guy who had led him to this room said. “Pardon me, I think you dropped this,” he said holding out Cons lightsaber…which he had purposefully kept the fact that he knew it had been stolen a secret.
Con took it, not at all keeping a straight face under his helmet. “Thank you sir.” Was all he said as he took it and clipped it back onto his belt. “Now where are we sleeping?” He asked as a pillow came out of nowhere and hit Arsene. Con chuckled as he began yelling at the guy who threw it…
Settling down near the wall, Con lay still…but wide awake. So he noticed when Alessio fell out of bed and grumbled “you take the bed”
Almost Instantly Hades got up, yanked Alessio up, bashed his head, and growled “Get in bed and go to sleep. This isn’t a request.”
Without even getting up, Con fired his harpoon at Hades. It wrapped around his legs and tied them together. Con then yanked, pulling him off of the bed. Con then got up himself.
“what’s going on, boys” he said, stepping over to Hades and standing over him.
MILES
Miles watched as Caleb dug a hole with his axe in the ceiling. Soon he broke through and slid into a sewer. After a few minutes of searching he came back to help them up.
As usual, Miles remained until last. He helped push the others up into the hole and when the last one was up, he tossed his shield up, sheathed his sword, and clambered up after them.
They then proceeded down the tunnel till they reached a ladder. Climbing up it, they came above ground and into—heavy rain.
Covering himself with his shield, they went to a nearby building. Which turned out to be a tavern of sorts. Stepping up to the bar, Miles ordered a beer and stepped into a corner. He wanted to think. Pulling a cloak out and wrapping it around himself, he drank his beer and thought. What is going on? Where am I, what is this place, how did I get here, who are these people…???
