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NOTE:This RP is created as an experiment of mine to see how this would work. If you want to be added in please drop by this thread such that the next storyline event that I generate I can add you guys in. Other than that this one is pretty well open I will keep details vague such that some of the story can be forwareded by the users that join in.
Always do this story in the current tense, also the character that you are playing is just a normal person that might have had some sort of specific battle training. Any sort of magic is prohibited unless I allow. All storyline is told in third person.
If you are not "there" you do not know what happened. So do not use what you learn through reading in order to get an advantage.
(I reserve the right to kill or "make missing" any characters of my choice)
I tend to add stuff that gives people an insight into Ryoudu that you wouldnt know otherwise, but that is just to give the people only readling this RP some better story line such that they can get a feel of what Ryoudu truly is. Also it may or may not help in the responses that other people give.
ALSO Both Sarutobi and I are the storlyine people for this RP so both of us are 100% legeal to change the storyline.
Intro
A day like any other is when that blodied body changes the fate of many adventurers.
Ryoudu sat at the bar, drinking his sorrows away. It was as if his sorrows were consumed with every passing ale. Ryoudu, a naturally musclar man with a well trimmed chin, sat at the bar by his lonesome. His stout frame gave his face a bulky if not box like shape. His hair is a bit long in back but other than that mostly cared for. His normal presense, decent and well mannored, was ill-forgotten due to the amount of "sorrows" he had drank.
Many hours, and ales later, the illusive effects of alcohol had complete drowned out Ryoudu's sense of decency. He spent his time yelling and singing about even though he can not sing all that well. To his luck, many others drank their sorrows away that night and joined him in song and dance.
However, this happiness did not last long as the secondary effects of heavy drinking began to take their effect: Fighting. The bar fight esclated as more and more people joined. The bar, now in a brawl, had spirts of bodily fluids all over. Eventually, this fight was so bad such that the noise was heard across town.
Later that night, after most were either passed out from bieng drunk or just plain passed out, Ryoudu makes his way out singling jolly and happy. That bar fight was just what the doctor ordered for his sorrows. Oblivious about where he was going, Ryoudu kept walking into the night. Eventually the road ended at a farmhouse where Ryoudu decided to keep walking. This was an ordinary farm that grew wheat since it is the cash crop around these parts. The wheat, around seven feet tall or "harvest" size, is easy to get lost in, especially if you are drunk, like Ryoudu. Ryoudu finally reached the farmhouse where he abruptly and amuzingly...passed out.
Ryoudu woke up the next morning to the smell of copper. His eyes fluttered open as he spoted a dead and mangled body next to him. Every part of this guy was covered in blood. His face was torn beyond recognition. Not only that, it also had several unatural scratch marks across the corpse's limbs and body. Nothing is reconiziable except his right arm which held a blodied paper. A quick look around the vicinity, Ryoudu saw several sets of footprints, some of which were old and some of which were new. Someone definitely saw this.
After disgorging what was left of last nights eats, Ryoudu grabs the note and ran. Afraid of who might have known something he runs, but to no avail. He is quickly greeted by many townsmen with pitch forks and rakes. Ryoudu squinted as he saw the outline of many people and started to feel a splitting headache.
"This is no time to think lowly" Ryoudu thought to himself. He pulled out a small rusty blade about an arms length long that was next to the barn. The blade looked like it had once belonged to an old blacksmith that had given up on keeping the blade.
"What are you guys doing?", Ryoudu exclames, "I just woke up here."
The croud answered with a loud yell. Each scream made no coherant answer possible but, Ryoudu could easily figure that the dead man that he awoke next to that morning was important. Knowing that he could only take on a few in his hungover state, Ryoudu quickly set up a defensive position and prepared for the worst.
Always do this story in the current tense, also the character that you are playing is just a normal person that might have had some sort of specific battle training. Any sort of magic is prohibited unless I allow. All storyline is told in third person.
If you are not "there" you do not know what happened. So do not use what you learn through reading in order to get an advantage.
(I reserve the right to kill or "make missing" any characters of my choice)
I tend to add stuff that gives people an insight into Ryoudu that you wouldnt know otherwise, but that is just to give the people only readling this RP some better story line such that they can get a feel of what Ryoudu truly is. Also it may or may not help in the responses that other people give.
ALSO Both Sarutobi and I are the storlyine people for this RP so both of us are 100% legeal to change the storyline.
Intro
A day like any other is when that blodied body changes the fate of many adventurers.
Ryoudu sat at the bar, drinking his sorrows away. It was as if his sorrows were consumed with every passing ale. Ryoudu, a naturally musclar man with a well trimmed chin, sat at the bar by his lonesome. His stout frame gave his face a bulky if not box like shape. His hair is a bit long in back but other than that mostly cared for. His normal presense, decent and well mannored, was ill-forgotten due to the amount of "sorrows" he had drank.
Many hours, and ales later, the illusive effects of alcohol had complete drowned out Ryoudu's sense of decency. He spent his time yelling and singing about even though he can not sing all that well. To his luck, many others drank their sorrows away that night and joined him in song and dance.
However, this happiness did not last long as the secondary effects of heavy drinking began to take their effect: Fighting. The bar fight esclated as more and more people joined. The bar, now in a brawl, had spirts of bodily fluids all over. Eventually, this fight was so bad such that the noise was heard across town.
Later that night, after most were either passed out from bieng drunk or just plain passed out, Ryoudu makes his way out singling jolly and happy. That bar fight was just what the doctor ordered for his sorrows. Oblivious about where he was going, Ryoudu kept walking into the night. Eventually the road ended at a farmhouse where Ryoudu decided to keep walking. This was an ordinary farm that grew wheat since it is the cash crop around these parts. The wheat, around seven feet tall or "harvest" size, is easy to get lost in, especially if you are drunk, like Ryoudu. Ryoudu finally reached the farmhouse where he abruptly and amuzingly...passed out.
Ryoudu woke up the next morning to the smell of copper. His eyes fluttered open as he spoted a dead and mangled body next to him. Every part of this guy was covered in blood. His face was torn beyond recognition. Not only that, it also had several unatural scratch marks across the corpse's limbs and body. Nothing is reconiziable except his right arm which held a blodied paper. A quick look around the vicinity, Ryoudu saw several sets of footprints, some of which were old and some of which were new. Someone definitely saw this.
After disgorging what was left of last nights eats, Ryoudu grabs the note and ran. Afraid of who might have known something he runs, but to no avail. He is quickly greeted by many townsmen with pitch forks and rakes. Ryoudu squinted as he saw the outline of many people and started to feel a splitting headache.
"This is no time to think lowly" Ryoudu thought to himself. He pulled out a small rusty blade about an arms length long that was next to the barn. The blade looked like it had once belonged to an old blacksmith that had given up on keeping the blade.
"What are you guys doing?", Ryoudu exclames, "I just woke up here."
The croud answered with a loud yell. Each scream made no coherant answer possible but, Ryoudu could easily figure that the dead man that he awoke next to that morning was important. Knowing that he could only take on a few in his hungover state, Ryoudu quickly set up a defensive position and prepared for the worst.