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« on: November 22, 2014, 06:20:18 PM »

You know how Round Robins work- I write a bit, the next person writes a bit, so on and so forth to create an RPG style storyline.  Contributions could be anything from a sentence to multiple paragraphs.  Yeah, this could be in brush 'n quill or something, but those get no traffic and no participation, and this board does get traffic.  So that's why it's here.  I had a LOT of fun with that old "Let's create a cliche RPG story" one a few years ago, and I thought I'd try again.  Anyway, here goes.  




The kingdom of Strassle is on the eve of the Century Celebration festival!  After a great war ravaged the land 100 years ago, each year of rebuilding has been punctuated by a festival to boost and bolster community morale.  Over time, the once scorched earth grew into a prosperous kingdom.  This year, the festival will be extra special, because it marks 100 years that the kingdom has grown and stayed strong.  On the outskirts of Strassle proper (a sprawling and bustling castle city, where the festival takes place), dawn breaks on Madora- a hamlet renowned for its horse ranches.  Sunlight cascades through the window of an unassuming house on a modest ranch and onto the eyes of a teenage girl, causing her to blink awake...
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« Reply #1 on: November 22, 2014, 07:57:59 PM »

Beckoning in the distance breaks down the barrier of solitude and slumber for the youth. Crestee, named appropriately after her late grandfather Dincrest (a hero of the great war), always found a great sanctity in resting well beyond the rising of the dawn. Today however, the young lass was more than ambitious to spring from bed. Her ears perked up at the sound of a distant hollar with excitement before her eyes could even begin to crack the gentle dew at the corners of their lids. The ambition that ran through her animating mind was vividly producing visions of song and dance in the hours to come. Of any all whom dwell in the realm, Crestee enjoyed the merriment of celebration as much if not more than most.

"Crestee!! GET DOWN HERE!! The sheep and livestock!! YOU FORGOT ABOUT THE SHEEP AND LIVESTOCK YESTERDAY!!!!" cried out her uncle in predictable agitation.

Crestee's inner joy at the thought of celebration was quickly snuffed out at the sound of her uncles call. Quickly she remembered that although her duties demanded she lock in the livestock the night prior, her anticipation of the festival effectively edged that responsibility from her mind. This was not the first time, nor did her uncle presume it to the last, that she would simply neglect to remember her chores in wake of something more enticing. Crestee also quickly recalled that of consequence, this generally meant hours of scouring the forest edge to round up farm animals binging on over-ripened fruit.

The forest was a foreboding place. Inviting to none save the farm animals whom couldn't see the trees past the berries in a manner of speaking. Venturing in, as you can imagine, was not an endeavor Crestee enjoyed.

"The animals got out! CRESTEE GET DOWN HERE!!" her uncle projected again.


.... @ Dincrest/ This is all sorts of cool buddy. Nice post. I'm happy to play along here :)

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« Reply #2 on: November 22, 2014, 10:28:10 PM »

Suddenly Crestee collected all the animals after exploring a serene looking forest dungeon located right outside of her home. Her spoils from completing the dungeon included a Mysterious Pendant, a Rusty Rapier and a Chestnut Breastplate. She also collected a full layer of muddy and torn clothes from the obligatory pig mud wrestling minigame. She scored 80 points which was enough for the 2000g reward but not the sweet +1 Coon Skin Cap that increases jumping distance by enough to straddle waist high hurdles (which requires 9000 points btw).

Having returned from her harrowing adventures in Serene Forest Looking Dungeon, Crestee was greeted by the local.....
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« Reply #3 on: November 22, 2014, 11:27:59 PM »

stray cat- a mangy grey striped manx that liked to prowl the village.  This cat, whom the residents called Wild Thing, seemed especially fond of spooking Crestee or her livestock, often by leaping out of the nearest tree.  This time, Wild Thing cautiously crept up to Crestee before bounding away as if spooked.  Crestee scratched her head at the cat's odd behavior.  It's not the first time she'd been dirty from chores and Wild Thing was always eager to add blood to her array of stains consisting of dirt, sweat, grass, animal leavings, etc.  Crestee just shrugged and took it as a good omen as she made haste back home and penned her animals.  Her uncle was waiting for her with a stern admonition and lecture.  "Crestee, you need to learn to be responsible for your own actions.  I know you're a dreamer, but you have to keep both feet on the ground.  Your dreams cost you a day at the Century Carnival!  Now get yourself cleaned up.  Maybe you'll make it in time for the fireworks!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Crestee spat back as she hurriedly raced up the stairs, throwing off her dirty clothes and taking a quick bath, her uncle muttering about "kids these days... ."  She threw on some decent dungarees and a flannel shirt, but without time to properly style her hair, she just put it in a loose ponytail and plopped on her favorite cowgirl hat.  Quickly stomping down the stairs in her boots, Crestee quickly said "See ya!" to her uncle as she spun her poncho around her, hurtled to the stable, and high-tailed it to the festival atop her favorite horse Loper.  

She and Loper made it to Strassle just in time for the festival's...
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« Reply #4 on: Today at 01:05:05 AM »

...dance.

The music was upbeat and happy, people were enjoying themselves, it's the sight of a peaceful small town holding festivities.

An airship is passing by overhead and the man commandeering the ship is a big and brave, noble looking warrior that's survived thousands of long battles, evident by his extensive scarring. He teleports down nearby and makes his way to the dance at the town square, approaching Crestee and asks "Where is the Eye of Spacetime?" with a deep voice. She only looks back at him confusedly. "I'll ask again. Where is the Eye of Spacetime?" She has no idea what he could be talking about and asks as much. He grabs her impatiently and she tries to break free to no avail. "I'm sorry, you'll need to come with me." They warp back to the airship as storm clouds gather over the town.

He explains that the Eye of Spacetime is an ancient device that can supposedly let the user travel through time.
Crestee: "Why would I know anything about that? I'm just a teenager from a tiny village."
????: "We found a large mana signature coming from your town, and you're giving off by far the highest amount of mana out of anyone from your village. Please don't play dumb, there could be grave consequences for such an action."
Crestee: "Are you threatening me?"
????: "I would not put it that way, but perhaps something else."
Crestee: "Who are you?
????: "I cannot tell you that."

>>>> "WHY NOT? (pout)"
> Make a break for it.

Crestee: "Why not?"
????: "Because of reasons. Stop asking questions."

> "WHY NOT? (pout)"
>>>> Make a break for it.

Crestee got up and ran the fastest she possibly could. Years of farmwork paid off in this respect, and was thankful for once that she had to do all those chores. The man ordered guards to give chase, but she was able to defeat them all with relative ease. And it was this time she met an inmate that had escaped the brig, Crestee introduced herself. The inmate introduced (him/her*)self as Alex, but as they had no time for chit chat they found it seems the only way out was through a ventilation shaft. This mini-dungeon had several guards waiting for them, but it only led to a mazelike sewer dungeon replete with traps, puzzles and a boss battle.

Crestee: "WHAT IS UP WITH THIS LAYOUT? >:("

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« Reply #5 on: Today at 10:06:07 AM »

Aside: I know I should have let someone else write, but I saw an opportunity regarding male and female Alex.

At the start of the sewer dungeon, Alex (who let's say is male here) theorizes, "While we were tractor beamed in that airship, our escape probably took the pilot's attention away from the helm and it crashed in the water outside the castle.  And conveniently enough, the ventilation shaft was perfectly aligned with the loose storm drain on the nether side of the castle."

Crestee: "Wait, how do you know we're in the castle's sewers and not somewhere else?  Strassle's a big city, we could be anywhere!"

Alex: "I can't really explain, but just trust me on this one!"

Crestee: "And why in tarnation should I trust you?"

Alex: "What choice do you have?  Either we stick together and escape, or you get totally lost and become a rotting corpse in this dirty cold slop."  

Crestee: "Alrighty, but don't try nuthin' funny." *stomach growls audibly* "Hey, think we could sneak into the kitchen?  I'm a mite hungry."

Alex: "Fine."

So the two proceed through the sewer dungeon, killing easy enemies like rats and slimes.  Alex's weapon being knives/daggers and Crestee's being her riding crop.  Partway through the dungeon, they come to a safe zone with a save/recovery point.  More exposition follows.  

Crestee: "So why were ya in the hoosegow in the first place?"

Alex: "Same reason as you.  That guy Zidd felt a mana signature coming from me and my twin sister Alex (twin brother if you chose female Alex; they're Alexander and Alexandra) while we were... out running an errand for a client.  I bought my sister time to get away, but I was too slow and got caught."

Crestee: "So what is all this balderdash about mana signatures and this Eye of Spacetime?  You reckon it has somethin' to do with the war a hunnert years ago?"    

Alex: "Maybe.  I dunno.  Things have been a little weird around me lately.  Like little things, you know?"  

Crestee: *nod* "Hmm.. come to think of it, this mornin' the ornery town cat who usually pesters me and my livestock scooted off when I walked by."

Alex: "Yeah, that's what I mean.  Anyway enough talking.  Right now, all I want to do is get the hell out here and back to my sister.  I bet you want to get back to your family too."    

Crestee nods, and the two set off, killing more rats and slimes, gaining levels.  They reach their destination- the vent to the scullery.  Blocking the duo's way into the scullery is a monstrous...
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