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Yeah, so I know that the RP forum is... pretty much dead, at the moment, and probably will remain dead.  However, I don't care all too much about that, and have decided to do a RP in my own personal style.  AKA incoherent ramblings and groan-inducing jokes.  Now, this is going to be different from a normal RP, in that you, the one or two readers that would bother clicking on this, will decide what happens in the story, via suggestions.  Another thing that will differentiate this from others is that it will be in picture form, and also using stick figures drawn by yours truly.  You may or may not be familiar with Mr. Ral/Stickman's RP Comic lost somewhere in the Hangaround, as it will be in that style.  Anyways, let's get this kicking.

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It was the year 518 and tensions were rising.  The bloody war between the Three Great Empires of Keletha had ended exactly 50 years prior to this date.  During the peace, cities were rebuilt, and lives renewed.  But as they struggled to retain the power they won or to retrieve the lands they had lost, as the borders were moved to the rivers, resulting in loss and gain of territories.  Flame that had been doused were reigniting.

Not that this concerned you.  You didn't want any part of it.  You were happy living your humble life in a town far from all the bickering.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.  Do tell, who are you?

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Name: (needs a first and last name)
Profession: (can be whatever; will base dialogue off this)
Country: (Alathel, Dahnloth, Rusacav; determines starting place)
Description: (determines appearance)
Personality: (will attempt to keep reactions similar to this)
2nd Favorite Color: (because you're too unimportant to get to wear your favorite)

[[Edit: Damn, VU doesn't allow pictures anymore. >_>]]

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Oh yes, you.  I've heard about you.

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Off the top of my head... Terrence Spamsworth Septimus, the brother of the wealthy Donald T. Rumpsworth Septimus.  Infamous for bouncing wench after wench while downing fine wine paid for by the struggling treasury of your family's trade empire from Alathel.  Yes, I recall your name.

Well, no matter, I'm not one to judge.
After all, your sins aren't what you will be remembered for.

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It was a long travel to the town of Ura Elleth.  Not to mention rather hard to spot.  Despite it's prime location near the river, the town didn't have much in it's favor, other then the small manor of Gatesbill, which was in fact the reason you were here.  Actually, you were forced along, so as to be monitored by your brother, who was the one that wanted to venture here, to establish trade and other nonsense.  All you cared about was whether the wine was well.

After climbing out of the boat, your brother told you to go to the Inn, and stay in the room he rented for you.  Seeing as he was your only source of money for any... recreational pursuits, you obliged him.

You are now in the Inn mainroom.  What do you do?

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That would be a good plan and all, if it weren't for the fact that your brother kept all the gold to himself, the hoarding bastard.  It has nothing to do with the fact you wasted half the coinage on the new cane you bought while you were i-

Wait a minute... cane.

You formulate a magnificent plan to satisfy both your money problem, your booze problem, and the 'arousing' problem coming on.

---Half An Hour Later---

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You are now intoxicated.  What do you do?

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Whaa... uhh... you want me to do something?  That would require the lazy bum running this party to stop being stupid.

[[Eh... have been busy dealing with relatives visiting the past weekend.  Will have up by the end of this week.]]

One arse kicking later...

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You approach the table and sit up straight with noble-like posture.  Ignore the fact the crying man now looks fit to be an ugly bellringer.

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You attempt to communicate with him, using your finest vocabulary to pique his curiosity.

"Y-yya hav' no idea what I been goin' through, mah frend.  Me loveleh wiff's been takin', kidnepped bah some basterd bandits."

Hearing his story, you are moved to pity... okay, you feign pity and attempt to comfort him, saying things such as "Do you need any help to get over it?" in a heavily drunken voice.  Surely this will resolve his prob-

"W-w-, you'll halp meh out?  Why, dat'd be grand!"

Uh... that's not what you m-

"They're jus ova the rivir, plees save mi wife."

No no, you have it all wrong, crying man, he has no interes-

"I-I-I'm the owner of dis 'ere tavern, I'll givve free room'n'burd, plus eny prevesions ya want."

No no, really, he doesn't- ...free provisions?  As in free alcohol?

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You are now in the river.  What do you do?

[[MEGA MLK MADNESS UPDATE]]

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Blast it, a nobleman of your stature shouldn't have to deal with such trivial matters such as getting wet.  Oh well, time to find out what all this rubbish is.

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You first pick up the piece of paper, which gives orders to kidnap the Innkeeper's wife and to bring her to the mysterious ringleader, for reasons unstated.  You have a couple of guesses that involve a bedroom and a few bottles of bourbon.

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Striking a heroic pose, you grab the dagger lying on the ground and whistle a victory tune.  You have no idea where the cap came from.

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Finally, you pick up the shiny object on the ground to find that it is a ring.  Mostly likely, the ring belonged to said kidnapped wench.  You disregard the mystic aura surrounding the gem as merely an effect of your intoxication.

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After examining the objects, you don your now dry noble bowtie.  It is slightly wrinkled.  The Innkeeper's reward better be damn useful.

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Unfortunately, you have no earthly idea where the bandits are.  You stand and ponder where they could b-

Oh.

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You think you've found them.  In which direction do you fle- I mean, what do you do?

Obviously, a situation like this requires your expertise in rhetoric!

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You dazzle them with your amazing use of wordplay and alliteration.  Surely this will only last a few minutes, at best.

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Well you were right about one thing; the negotiations were short.

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You are now back in the river.  What do you do?

[[Yadda yadda yadda sorry I'm late again with the post yadda yadda derp.]]

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The only cover you managed to fine was the small mound right next to the river.  Unfortunately, the only good it'll do is maybe make your antagonists break a sweat running up it.

Well, it looks like this is the end.  No chance of beating these guys by yourself.  If only you had someone else to help you...

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Hello, random person in the woods.  No, don't look at me like that, just go with it.

Who are you?

Name:
Gender:
Profession:
Country:
Description:
Personality:
2nd Favorite Weapon:

[[Refer back to the first post if you don't remember anything about how to fill this out.  Mind you, it should be easy, we haven't even gotten to a second page yet.]]

Name: Yelrahc Sullaed
Gender: Male
Profession: Magician
Country: BAGABA
Description: Yelrahc is a wandering magician who has been known to conjure objects from completely different objects.  He wears a random animal skin on his head and is known to headbutt trees over with his randomness.
Personality: Random.  Don't f*ck with Yelrahc.
2nd Favorite Weapon: Throwing Kittens

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You work your magic and switch the arrows with stuff you keep in your kitchen back home.  Now that I mention it, they look exactly like the produce you kept in your kitchen.  Probably not a fact worth remembering..

Anyways, you've without a doubt saved the old man's life!  He will surely be grateful to you!

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After nearly averting a black eye, you notice that the archer has shifted his attention to the newcomer.  The swordsman is still headed your way.  What do you do?

[[Links fixed.]]