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Aandruzognivia wrote:I'm sorry what >_>

Wow you tried to accommodate for sensitive marshmallow? Offendeded >:(

XD though I was banjected for this factbook and a lot of people got annoyed. But that made my day.

Vrakenalk wrote:XD though I was banjected for this factbook and a lot of people got annoyed. But that made my day.

I mean, I get that a lot of people hate Fascism for the role it supports in spurning hatred. But I think that's just silly to banject a roleplaying person for the ideology of their fictional country just because you get offended. Now, if you start spouting about genocide and how you plan to uproot the world order in place of your own is when we have to start issues. But as long as it's purely roleplay I don't see the problem.

Also you were banned from the Pacific and The East Pacific, which isn't surprising. They banject anybody :P

Aandruzognivia wrote:I mean, I get that a lot of people hate Fascism for the role it supports in spurning hatred. But I think that's just silly to banject a roleplaying person for the ideology of their fictional country just because you get offended. Now, if you start spouting about genocide and how you plan to uproot the world order in place of your own is when we have to start issues. But as long as it's purely roleplay I don't see the problem.

Yeah... but what’s done is done. I cannot go back. I’ve been accused of being a Nazi multiple times... I mean, jeez, I was just trying out something. I dislike Nazis as much as any man! Never mind.

I am on 9 warning and I and the fbi is after me so i'm hiding in Syria afghanistan and africa as these are the most secure countries in the world

Hoffania wrote:A shot rang out, and the wood near him splintered. One of the crowd tried to talk to him, but it was an alien language to him. He looked to the right and saw a full legion of the men with thunder sticks running towards him, there had to have been at least twenty. He focused, concentrating on his powers...

CRACK

The forest spirits answered his call

The forest surrounding the village encroached at an unnatural rate, vines and roots surging throughout the village, toppling buildings as if in an earthquake.

I have to find my village, He thought to himself.

Turning away from the carnage and confusion he caused, he ran off into the woods. Once he was in a secluded enough area, a small cave, he opened his mind to one of the myriad birds flying in the evening sky. Where is my village? The bird flew, and he saw. His village was about 15 miles away, due north. But where were the people? The village was empty! Exhausted, he decided to get some sleep . . .

Tribe 1 wrote:I am on 9 warning and I and the fbi is after me so i'm hiding in Syria afghanistan and africa as these are the most secure countries in the world

1. Africa is not a country, it's a continent with a bunch of countries.
2. Get your grammar right, capital Is, capitalize FBI, and put commas between nations.
3. The FBI doesn't have a 1-10 danger rating.
4.Syria and Afghanistan are about the least secure countries in the world. Better off in France, they don't have an extradition treaty.

ITmans wrote:Too bad. You are woman. Don't continue any further, unless you want me to get creative.
You have been warned.

I'd like to see your creative side.

*a veil of darkness looms over tRR*

(Ooh can I join this RP?)

Of Altonianic Islands wrote:The forest spirits answered his call

The forest surrounding the village encroached at an unnatural rate, vines and roots surging throughout the village, toppling buildings as if in an earthquake.

I have to find my village, He thought to himself.

Turning away from the carnage and confusion he caused, he ran off into the woods. Once he was in a secluded enough area, a small cave, he opened his mind to one of the myriad birds flying in the evening sky. Where is my village? The bird flew, and he saw. His village was about 15 miles away, due north. But where were the people? The village was empty! Exhausted, he decided to get some sleep . . .

In his dreams, a giant wolf came to him. Achak, it said. Your world is in danger. The creatures are only rising more, and you alone cannot stop them. You must seek out the white men, only by banding together may you survive.

Vrakenalk wrote:(Ooh can I join this RP?)

Absolutely!

Vrakenalk wrote:(Ooh can I join this RP?)

Absolutely! I don't know if you're talking about our RP, but it's open to everybody, and at the end it's going to go in the next TRT issue.

Of Altonianic Islands wrote:Absolutely! I don't know if you're talking about our RP, but it's open to everybody, and at the end it's going to go in the next TRT issue.

Nice, is there somewhere where I can pick up a run-down of the situation?

Vrakenalk wrote:Nice, is there somewhere where I can pick up a run-down of the situation?

I'm putting one together now, just a sec.

Of Altonianic Islands wrote:The hunter treaded softly in the silent, moonlit forest. The hunter was supposedly stalking his prey . . . but in actuality, the hunter was the prey.

Hardbassschool wrote:The hunter walked close to a river, glowing in the moonlight. He knelt down to get a drink. He didn't notice the monster not 10 feet behind him...

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:With a screech too horrible for words, the Wendigo attacked . . . but the hunter was prepared. With the flash of a silver knife, black blood sprayed. The monster hunter turned back to the river. Time to clear out the rest of the nest . . .

Of Altonianic Islands wrote:The Native American hunter stalked his prey. In this world, all those monsters from our mythology are real. More than just simple nightmares stalk the darkness, in a world where faded dreams are the reality. He shook off his thoughts, and continued his careful walk, towards Kazad-Suy - the ancient burial site where the rest of the wretched monsters lived.

Hoffania wrote:He reaches the cemetery, creeping up on it slowly. As he nears a break in the bushes, a stick snaps under his foot. Wait, no...
Behind him.

He whips around with his knife, and manages to slay it, but then another grabs him from behind!

Of Altonianic Islands wrote:He writhes around, and manages to stab the Wendigo right through the eye.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come here alone." The hunter thought to himself.

He carried on. He needed to save the members of his village, and he didn't have much time left.

Galahadi wrote:He reached the burial mound without further incident. Time for the hard part. He entered the darkened crypt, prepared for the worst from these horrid monsters.

Hardbassschool wrote:As he entered, he unslung his bow, and strung a silver arrow dipped in mandrake oil across the string. Time to do so monster killing While he might've been good with a knife, nothing compared to his skill with a bow. 1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shot, 4! All in the space of a dozen seconds. The monsters that survived the initial wounds started writing around as the poison took affect.

Hoffania wrote:Soon enough, they were all dead. Well, whatever passed for dead for these godforsaken creatures. He left the crypt, and continued back to his village. Almost there, he saw a faint glow on the horizon...

Of Altonianic Islands wrote:The people he saved from the ruined crypt were with him as well. Half of the village had been taken . . . a quarter made it out. The hunter's name was Achak, and he was the tribe's shaman. The only reason there were any survivors was his knowledge of the occult. He, along with the warriors of the tribe, had fought against the Wendigos when they attacked their village, but had suffered heavy losses. The only survivors had been a handful of warriors, and the women and children who hadn't been taken.

"What is that strange glow?" Achak wondered. One word was summoned into his mind. Fire

"Everyone! Run to save the village!"

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:But they were too late. Their European enemies, who's negligence of the old ways were causing these catastrophes, were already sacking it.

Hoffania wrote:His arrow pierced the heck of one of the pillagers and he was nocking a second one, when the blast of light and sound came from one of their sticks. No! With those, there would be no stopping them. And yet, he had to try.

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:Being a shaman had some benefits; while he had already spent a lot of his power hunting the Wendigos, he could at the very least make them pay. With vengeance the only thought in his mind, he summoned the power of the forest. The white men were destroyed in an instant of raw power, while the village continued to burn. From there, he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

*3 Days Later*

Achak awoke from his slumber, in the ruins of one of the buildings. He could hear the hustle and bustle of life from outside the walls, and he got and up, and stepped out the door . . .

Hoffania wrote:It was a village, but not like any he had seen before. Instead of the traditional wood buildings, these were huge, easily the size of the longhouse in his village. He saw one building, with a main box-like part, but at the front, something that looked like a giant spear, with a cross on it. He turned around, and saw huge... things in the water, like the canoes in his village, but a hundred times bigger, and with huge white things on top of more spears. He heard whispering around him...

Libera-Mercatum Oeconomia wrote:Soon a crowd formed around the disheveled shaman. The bright lights of this unfamiliar place overwhelmed him, and... what were they wearing?
In Achak's mind, he was not the insane one.
By this time, the crowd had grown and were edging closer to him. Overwhelmed, Achak notched an arrow, and the crowd edged back, panicked. Sensing their hesitation, he ran to the dock's housing the unfamiliar things. Achak climbed up onto one of the large, inanimate, white beasts in the water, having lost the crowd.

Where the hell was he?

Hoffania wrote:A shot rang out, and the wood near him splintered. One of the crowd tried to talk to him, but it was an alien language to him. He looked to the right and saw a full legion of the men with thunder sticks running towards him, there had to have been at least twenty. He focused, concentrating on his powers...

CRACK

Of Altonianic Islands wrote:The forest spirits answered his call

The forest surrounding the village encroached at an unnatural rate, vines and roots surging throughout the village, toppling buildings as if in an earthquake.

I have to find my village, He thought to himself.

Turning away from the carnage and confusion he caused, he ran off into the woods. Once he was in a secluded enough area, a small cave, he opened his mind to one of the myriad birds flying in the evening sky. Where is my village? The bird flew, and he saw. His village was about 15 miles away, due north. But where were the people? The village was empty! Exhausted, he decided to get some sleep . . .

Hoffania wrote:In his dreams, a giant wolf came to him. Achak, it said. Your world is in danger. The creatures are only rising more, and you alone cannot stop them. You must seek out the white men, only by banding together may you survive

Vrakenalk

Of Altonianic Islands wrote:Vrakenalk

In the ruins of the Village, there remains one European.... unconscious.... the remaining villagers stare and gawp are him...

Hardbassschool

Hoffania wrote:In his dreams, a giant wolf came to him. Achak, it said. Your world is in danger. The creatures are only rising more, and you alone cannot stop them. You must seek out the white men, only by banding together may you survive

He continued to dream.

"Should I find my people first?"

"All will come in time, my son. You must forge an alliance with the white men first."

"Who are you?"

"I am Maheegan, father of all wolves. You are my child in spirit, if not in blood and bone."

"How will I accomplish your task?"

"That is not for me to say. But regardless, my time grows short."

"How do I gain the help of the white men, when I don't even speak their language?"

"That is a legitimate concern . . . let me teach you."

When the shaman woke up a few hours later, he was fully versed in English.

Vrakenalk wrote:In the ruins of the Village, there remains one European.... unconscious.... the remaining villagers stare and gawp are him...

Hardbassschool wrote:He continued to dream.

"Should I find my people first?"

"All will come in time, my son. You must forge an alliance with the white men first."

"Who are you?"

"I am Maheegan, father of all wolves. You are my child in spirit, if not in blood and bone."

"How will I accomplish your task?"

"That is not for me to say. But regardless, my time grows short."

"How do I gain the help of the white men, when I don't even speak their language?"

"That is a legitimate concern . . . let me teach you."

When the shaman woke up a few hours later, he was fully versed in English.

Oh no, looks like we have a story split. Okay, here's what we're going to do.

Post by Br0landia suppressed by a moderator.

Achak continued to dream.

"Should I find my people first?"

"All will come in time, my son. You must forge an alliance with the white men first."

"Who are you?"

"I am Maheegan, father of all wolves. You are my child in spirit, if not in blood and bone."

"How will I accomplish your task?"

"That is not for me to say. But regardless, my time grows short."

"How do I gain the help of the white men, when I don't even speak their language?"

"That is a legitimate concern . . . let me teach you."

When the shaman woke up a few hours later, he was fully versed in English.

Meanwhile, in the ruins of the Village, there remains one European.... unconscious.... the remaining villagers stare and gawp are him...

OOC; Everybody participating in the story please quote the story you are continuing. This is the combined version of the split, so we don't have to worry about the hassle of split stories.

Galahadi

Of Altonianic Islands wrote:Achak continued to dream.

"Should I find my people first?"

"All will come in time, my son. You must forge an alliance with the white men first."

"Who are you?"

"I am Maheegan, father of all wolves. You are my child in spirit, if not in blood and bone."

"How will I accomplish your task?"

"That is not for me to say. But regardless, my time grows short."

"How do I gain the help of the white men, when I don't even speak their language?"

"That is a legitimate concern . . . let me teach you."

When the shaman woke up a few hours later, he was fully versed in English.

Meanwhile, in the ruins of the Village, there remains one European.... unconscious.... the remaining villagers stare and gawp are him...

He too was dreaming of a wolf. The wolf god Maheegan. He had much the same conversation with the God as Achak had. He too had the spirit of the wolf in him; indeed, he and Achak were spirit brothers. He learned the language of the Algonquin while he slept. His name was Timothy Sutton, and he was about to be very, very important.

Me1ons wrote:GruffyRichard and HillbillyBob you failed

Oh I forgot I already had one here

You failed

Galahadi wrote:He too was dreaming of a wolf. The wolf god Maheegan. He had much the same conversation with the God as Achak had. He too had the spirit of the wolf in him; indeed, he and Achak were spirit brothers. He learned the language of the Algonquin while he slept. His name was Timothy Sutton, and he was about to be very, very important.

“What the... Hell?”
Timothy sat up slowly

Vrakenalk wrote:“What the... Hell?”
Timothy sat up slowly

The villagers backed up slowly.

"You speak the language of the Algonquin?"

"Yes, apparently I am the son of the Wolf God Maheegan. And I need to find someone named Achak."

whispers quietly as to not interrupt the roleplay

Be sure to endorse Chimes and show them some love~

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