02-01-201106:38 AM (This post was last modified: 02-13-201109:58 AM by Eebit.)
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[align=center][SIZE=23][font=Geneva][i][b]Valley - The RolePlay[/b][/i][/SIZE][/font][/align]
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[i]Out of Character Discussion and Signup Thread[/i][/align]
[align=justify][i]Well, here it is. The very first post of this incarnation of Valley. I hope you guys enjoy this RolePlay as much as I have enjoyed writing it! I've got you all started out by living out your daily lives in your Clans. Once everyone has posted from your "group" of users, I'll jump in and post another topic to guide you guys along. Enjoy![/i][/align]
[font=Papyrus][size=2]The sun peeked just over the horizon, as the members of the Wolf Clan were rising from their sleep. The rays of the glowing orb in the sky peered through the leaves of the canopy that was the trees of the Forest. The Wolf Clan's many members exited their tents - which were, of course, the houses they occupied. Amongst all the hustle and bustle of preparing for the day's events, [b]Chimalli[/b] was, as is his type, boasting about the hunt he was to be a part of to throngs of Wolf Clan women around him. [b]Volcan[/b] was standing with him in the crowd, making a playful jab about how Chimalli was not quite the hunter he made himself out to be. Chimalli, of course, took the joke in stride and returned a playful jab to Volcan.
[b]Isis[/b], on the other end of the spectrum, was still inside of her tent. This was no act of laziness, however, as she was preparing herself for the hunt of the day as well. However, unlike her male counterparts, she had to be extra careful with everything she did. The girl was already under heavy scrutiny for being a woman in the hunt alone - she did not need any more problems and controversy surrounding her name.
It seemed to be just a typical day of events for the Wolf Clan... Nothing too special. Or so everyone thought. On this average day, things were bound to go wrong...[/font][/size]
[font=Papyrus][size=2]Over the glistening, calm waters of the ocean far off the edge of the Island of the Gull Clan, the sun rose and cast a glorious glow that danced merrily with the clear, tranquil waters of the sea. Many of the Gull Clan had already been out on their skinboats, catching fish and gathering materials for the ritualistic hunt that was the norm. The boats of those who worked out on the ocean were weighed down with the heavy load of fish they each carried.
Among those returning to the Island was [b]Tuvaq[/b], a young man with a large frame. His hazel, almond-shaped eyes caught the glow of the sun as he smiled, hearing a fellow Clan-mate call out to him, "Tuvaq! Do you see that? What a wonderful way to start our day!" Tuvaq flashed him the grin adorning his face, noting his pleasure. He continued to paddle in towards the Island.
The Gulls were almost oblivious to the sickness spreading through the Mountain and Forest Clans. Their tranquil ocean paradise was all they truly cared about, and they new that if they cut the ties with the land Clans, everything would be fine... Or so they hoped.[/font][/size]
[size=2][font=Papyrus]The Penguin Clan was nestled up inside their Clan's longhouse. They did not get to see the rise of the sun - they were of the Far North, a place where at times, the sun was blazing above them for the duration of the day and night. The elders and young children were the first to rise, as those who were able-bodied prepared the meals and tended the fires, which had died down from a long night of watching over the Clan. Saving a slice of the meat that would be their breakfast for the Clan Guardian, the Penguin, the men also began to prepare their hunting gear.
The rest of the Clan also rose to shake the sleep from their eyes. Among those not in the Hunt was [b]Torngasak[/b]. He was of eligible age to join, but his father insisted that he stay out of the matters. Issumatar was the Clan's chieftain, but also Torngasak's father. The older man had kept him away from the Hunt, but the younger boy did not understand why. He gazed longingly at those who were preparing themselves to go out into the wild beyond the longhouse. He resented their storytelling late at night, in pure jealousy of their position in the society of the Clan. But deep down, he knew that one day, he would learn the ways of Magecraft from Naatok, the Mage of the Penguin Clan. When that day came, he would be proud, and they would need to bend to [i]his[/i] ways, instead of the other way around...
The Penguins, too, thought that nothing was wrong at this time. They had heard little of the whispers that plagued the other Clans, and had few cares in their mind, save getting through the harsh days of the North... That would soon change, however...[/font][/size]
[font=Papyrus][size=2]The Seal Island was aglow with the rising sun. Basking in the glorious dawn upon them, the Seal Clan stood strong upon the land that they called their own. It was not, by any means, a safe land, but it was their home, as it had been for as long as the oldest Clan member could remember.
Though the majority of the Seal Hunters were just now returning to the shores of the Island with the morning's catch, [b]Achpequot[/b] was not one for social gatherings or riding the same waves as his Clan brethren. He preferred the company of the Clan Guardian, and other such creatures of the Sea. Hunting was the one place he truly felt at peace, and he continued his morning hunt until his own stomach began to rumble at the tantalizing thought of a meal.
As he rowed his skinboat inland, he found himself once more admiring the beauty of the Sea. It truly was a shame that not all of the Clans were able to fathom the magnificence of this natural treasure... The sun reflecting off of the water just so lit his eyes up with a wondrous glance, as he turned his head back to the land in front of him...
He, along with his brethren, were completely unaware of what was to come...[/font][/size]
[font=Papyrus][size=2]It was a time of great sickness for the Bear Clan. Their Mage had been taken by the darkness of the Whispering One - a being yet unknown to the world, whose havoc spread more and more every day. He was rumoured to be the source of all sickness in the world, and the Bear Clan lived in fear day in and day out.
The sun rose upon those who had decided to take the nightwatch - protecting the women, the children, and those too weak and too sick to fight. It was a sad state of affairs for the Clan... The minds of those taking this watch were filled with one thought predominantly, [i]"Why us?"[/i] None of them, of course, were able to come to a reasonable solution, and so, they lived in sheer fright of the future and any change. They sacrificed rations daily to their Clan Guardian, but nothing had yet changed. They were frightened of anything foreign that came to them.
In the watchful eye of the sun, however, everything was different. Though still terrified of the world around them, the Bear Clan's hunters were required to do their job and collect food for their Clan Members. Among these was the ever-loyal [b]Soron[/b], who went out of his way to help gather the food for his tribe. It was a gesture that would not go unnoticed by the higher-ranking members of the Clan.
The day's hunters were ready to set out, and set out they did. Armed and dangerous, the appearance of the Bear Clan, with their menacing Clan tattoos gave away no sense of the fear that was engraved deeply into their souls. These men knew what they had to do, and were prepared to accomplish their goal - no matter the price. No corrupted Mage would get in the way of this loyalty...[/font][/size]
02-01-201110:21 AM (This post was last modified: 02-08-201101:35 AM by -J-.)
The radiant sun shone down brilliantly upon young Tuvaq and the other members of the Gull Clan as they were rowing their way back to their home island. [i]"Tuvaq! Do you see that? What a wonderful way to start our day!"[/i] This was one of his friends in the clan saying such a thing, acknowledging and appreciating the warm, glowing sun. Without it, things would be even cooler in the Gull Clan territory than they already were.
The ocean was calm, the sun was shining... Today was truly a fine day for a hunt. Tuvaq allowed himself to relax his limbs while rowing back to shore, having shown off a shining smile to his cohort just a few moments before. They made their way closer to the shore, and together, the Gulls were docile beings. If they were ever torn apart by some greater force? Who knows...
02-01-201112:00 PM (This post was last modified: 02-03-201112:43 PM by Flamezone.)
"Don't kid yourself Volcan! You know I could totally kill three boars with one arrow!" Chimalli laughed and the females around him giggled. Chimalli looked up at the sky. Sunlight seeped through the thick trees above and warmed the clan. Chimalli was already dressed for the hunt. Chimalli, Volcan, Kanosak, Ulva, and Isis were going on a hunt later on in the day. Chimalli liked everyone in his clan, but his best friend, was Kanosak. He was another Hunter. He had a very serious personality around people he was unfamilar with, but with people he knew, there wasn't a nicer person anywhere.
He was also good friends with Volcan, but the other two hunters Chimalli was going with, he wasn't very well acquainted with them. Perhaps this hunt would make their friendship grow. Chimalli stood up and said to the other four hunters, "So! Is everyone ready to go?" They all nodded. Chimalli grabbed his weapons and set out into the forest, while the others waved at them, and girls blew Chimalli kisses, while Chimalli blew some back.
After about a two hours walk, the group had decided to take a break. Chimalli wiped his brow. "Phew, pretty hot out here eh?" Ulva nodded. "Yes. The heat is matting my hair to my head." Kanosak laughed. "Yep, it is quite hot out here." Volcan grinned and Isis remained silent.
Just then, the silence was broken by a rustle in the bush. "Ah, it appears we might have found ourselves a catch!" Chimalli said excitedly and peered through the bush, but what he found what not a wild boar. It was much worse.
A group of about 10 men, armed with bows and arrows, and other weapons all stood facing him. The man in charge yelled, "Fire!" and the remaining 9 men aimed their bows into the sky, and fired, right at the camp they had set up. Chimalli turned around and yelled, "Take cover!" as a large group of arrows had started to land inside the small camp. Chimalli ran over and knocked Isis to the ground, protecting her from any arrows that may come.
Chimalli yelled in pain, as he felt a large sting in the center of his back. He got up, and pulled an arrow out of his back. It hadn't gotten through too deep because of Chimalli's armor. He looked around at his fellow hunters to see if they were alright. He watched as Kanosak pulled an arrow out of his arm. Kanosak was wearing no armor, and his arms were bare. The arrow has went straight through his left arm. He grimaced in pain, then threw the arrow to the ground and grabbed his weapons that were sitting on a nearby table. Chimalli also noticed that Volcan had been also hit by an arrow in the leg, but only a scratch. It had only cruised right by his leg, and left a small scratch, not fazing him at all.
Chimalli and the others had grabbed their bows and fired back at them. Chimalli had hit one right between the eyes, the arrow going right through his head, and bits of brain and blood were stuck on the end of it, and the man fell to the ground. The others had also shot a arrow that went right through another man's heart, and another arrow had went through a man's leg. The two other shots missed and were stuck in the trees.
The man in charge ran behind his men, heading for his horse. He pulled a very long and shiny dagger out of his holster. Chimalli wondered, [i]What is that weapon? It doesn't look like any rock I've ever seen. I'll have to collect that once I kill all these men.[/i] Chimalli then grabbed his trusty horse jaw tomahawk in his right hand, and grabbed a knife made out of rock and bone in his left hand. Chimalli yelled, "Charge!" then the group all charged towards the men, and they drew their long, shiny, daggers and prepared for a fight.
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(OOC: I hope this is OK to do. Might as well start the roleplay exciting! Oh, and is it all right if they have metal swords? Or are we trying to keep metal out of this roleplay? Please PM me if there is something you want me to change)
Soron walked on the mountain path, on the look out for anything that could be used as food. Some other hunters were with him, also looking for food. After walking for a few hours, they found a boar roaming around. Most of the hunters charged at it, causing the boar to run around randomly. The boar ended up running towards Soron, who quickly took out one of his swords and killed the creature. The hunters stood still for a moment, before Soron said "Let's carry it back to the village." Soron grabbed the boar, and with the help of two other hunters, began to carry it back to their village. They had spent hours looking for food, and if they were going to make it back home by nightfall, they had to head back now. Soron sighed. Food was becoming scarce. The week before, they had managed to catch an Oxen, which had been like a feast, but now, the boar they carried would be their dinner, and there would surely be some people who would still be hungry. There was also some kind of sickness going around, which was leaving many hunters too sick to do their jobs. The hunters that were with Soron were the few that weren't too sick to work, but they were still sick, and would most likely be too weak to hunt in a few days. Soron had somehow managed to be healthy up to this point, but he knew that it wouldn't be long before he too was sick. Soron and the others continued the walk back to the village.
The day had started out perfectly normal, wake up, chat with the clan, joke around with the others and go hunt for the meal.
not the random group of violent enemys that suddenly started to attack them. now that wasn't very nice at all. when Chimalli yelled out in warning Volcan did well to heed his advice and only got a small cut on his leg in return.
Volcan stood quickly, ignoring the small sting - that was nothing compared to other wounds he'd endured.
Taking off the pole that was slung over his shoulder, he dug the sharp stone tip into the ground as he vaulted over the remaing men to land in the middle of the group, catching most of them off balence
with a grin and a laugh he swept the pole around his waist, slashing open the sides of two of them, while the others dodged the anticipated blow, and waited to lunge at him with the strange weapons.
Volcan just leant back, far back enough to reach the ground with his hands - which in turn he smiled and stood on his hands, and kicked the man in the face before pushing himself into the air to land away from the group.
Volcan stuck out his toung taunting them, idlely spinning the pole behind him.
of course he didn't notice the person he was standing beside for a moment, and almost got a strange dagger in the back, but he moved away in time to only recive a deep cut. "Oi! That's not fair!" Volcan tried swinging the pole at him, but the guy was too close for it to be effective - so he used it for blocking.
[ooc; perfectly okay x3 also - wicked awsome long post dude - I Love my Volc' he's adorable]
Chimalli and the others rushed out to battle. Volcan had already started kicking ass, but it looked like he needed some assistance with one guy who was far to close for him. Chimalli grabbed his Tomahawk, and jumped from a small ledge, onto the man Volcan was having trouble with. Chimalli had knocked him to the ground, then took of the weird headgear he was wearing, and slashed him across the face with his tomahawk. The man's face looked very disfigured, and was a bloody mess.
Chimalli stood up beside Volcan, and watched as Kanosak and Ulva dashed towards two men. Ulva pulled out two bone daggers, and stabbed one man in the eyes with them, while Kanosak pulled out a long spear, made out of wood, with a heavy, pointed rock on the end of it. He thrust it through one man's stomach, killing him, then swung it at another, also killing that man. Chimalli was about to yell how good a job he was doing, when the leader ran past Kanosak, and lopped off his head with his odd weapon.
Chimalli yelled, "Nooo!" and watched in horror as Kanosak's corpse landed on the ground, and watched as his neck poured out a ton of blood. The ground around him stained with the horrible red liquid. Chimalli wiped a tear from his eye, and then turned very angry. "You bastard! You will die!!!" Chimalli charged towards the man on the horse. He lopped off the horse's leg, making it fall to the ground, along with the man on it. The man landed with a loud, "Oof!" Chimalli dashed over, and stabbed him in the neck multiple times with his dagger, leaving blood all over it, and the ground.
Chimalli stood up, and ran over to Kanosak's headless body, not even paying attention to the remaining fighters fleeing for their lives. Chimalli started to cry. "He was a good man...we must give him a proper burial." Ulva said the others. They had gathered the weird weapons, and Chimalli grabbed Kanosak's body, and head, and walked back to camp. The spent the rest of the afternoon, making a grave. They threw Kanosak's body in the hole, and then buried him. They marked his grave with multiple of his collections, and his long spear. They stood in silence for a long time, before going back inside their tents to sleep.
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((OOC: Whew! That took a little while! I'm glad this is back up and running again! ))
When Soron's group got back to their village, they set down the boar. Some other tribe members set up a fire, and cooked the boar. Dinner that night was little more than a few chunks of meat, but Soron had worse nights, and would probably have worse nights in the future. Soron went to sleep that night still hungry, but he was used to it by now, so it wasn't an entirely sleepless night.
After the ceremony, Volcan sat in the tent he claimed as his own, sitting crosslegged in the center of the tent in a meditative stance.
it was horrible to loose someone from the clan, Volcan had been close to Kanosak, like a friend, but no where near as close as Chimalli. it pained him to think of what had happened, and how his friend must be feeling about Kanosak's demise.
what type of weapons were those? they were not made of any stone he knew of, nor of any bone.
they had the power to cut through someone's neck without any resistence.
he wanted one.
So, despite his best instincts, Volcan snuck from the encampment, silent as the night around him, to go back to the place where the fight had taken place.
as he ran along the path he knew so well, he got a feeling, a bad one.
he jumped from the ground, latching onto the branches above him and continued to travel by the trees.
no one would be able to track him in the trees, and he would also go unseen.
the area was the same as when they left it - though the bodies had already become a part of the cycle of the forest, being feasted upon by the creatures.
something seemed off, but Volcan gave it no heed and jumped down from the tree with a smile, poking the corpses with his staff. nothing stirred.
working quickly, he replaced the bone tips of his staff with the strange stone from the enemy's daggers.
the blades glinted brightly in the filtered moonlight.
Volcan whistled softly "Pretty stone, I must say."
He stood after a moment, checking the rest of the enemies, he was still going to leave the bodies, but take the daggers back to camp with him for the others to look over.
something seemed... off.
"Oi Oi Oi... Chim' that you?" he spoke softly, knowing if it was Chimalli, he wouldn't need to speak loudly.
the snap of twigs alearted him to company. he spun to face the sound, new blade leading, to stop at the throat of one of the enemy fighters. they had com back to the spot for some reason. the same as his? or somthing else?
the man froze, and then moved away from him, taking out his blades - wonderful. he wanted to fight.
the two exchanged blows, Volcan doing more hitting than getting hit. soon the enemy stopped and moved out of range, Volcan following, and then stopping when he saw the man smile. "What the hell are y-"
his body tensed at the painful stab of an arrow piecing his back. he cried out loudly - why wouldn't he? - then dropped to one knee, and slashed out at the man infront of him, taking out his legs, and then brought the slash back and took out his throat.
one guy left. but where did he go? the archer seemed to have ran or somthing. still. the blades worked wonderfully.
"Bloody'arrrows." was all he muttered as Volcan used his staff to help him stand, using it as support.
{ooc: Woot~ my apologies - i was bored. and this was tempting and fun :3}
Very early in the morning, before even The Sun rose, Soron woke up. He quietly took his swords and the rest of his equipment with him as he went through his village, and began a walk around the mountain, looking for food. Eventually, he found an ox, not far from his home. Seeing this as an opportunity, Soron took out both of his swords and charged at it. It only took a few blows to bring down the animal. Suddenly realizing that he wouldn't be able to take the ox back to camp himself, he turned back in the direction of the village, but his path was blocked by a strange man who was merely a shadow due to the darkness. At first, Soron thought that the man might just be someone else from his clan, but that thought was proven wrong when the man took out his sword and charged. Soron quickly too his swords back out, and the two men battled for several seconds. Soron was well-trained in combat, so it was a surprise to him that he could barely block the stranger's attacks, let alone counterattack. After several more seconds, the stranger ran off, and Soron saw why. There were several other men running off with the ox's body. Soron thought about pursuing them, but he was clearly outmatched. He could barely fight against their leader, and, even though his men were probably weaker, Soron wouldn't survive the encounter. So he started the walk back to his village, wondering who the strange people were.
[[OOC: I hope it's okay for the mysterious attackers to be in the mountains too.]]