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| Topic Started: October 31 2008, 09:47 PM (278 Views) | |
| Tessandra | October 31 2008, 09:47 PM Post #1 |
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"Welcome Holiday Makers! You are about to enter the fantasy of a lifetime, a whole world where you can be anyone you want. Now we have just a short slideshow to let you get to grips with what's on offer... In a few short moments, you will be transported into the city in a mode befitting your chosen character, which has been checked and approved by our plot team. Peasants will go on foot, merchants by boat or carriage, nobles by carriage, messengers by horse, etc, etc. Now, Tyria, the beautiful city. In here you will find the Academy, the Royal Castle, the Arena, Post Office, Great Market and many Public Houses and gardens. There is also an OOC building called West Warehouse, in case you want to get back in touch with reality. The Post Office is in character, to send an actual letter home, please use West Warehouse. The currency here is the Araedothian dollar, which is worth the same as one American dollar. You should have already changed some money on your arrival, but if not, you can go to West Warehouse. Just ask a Cobalt Guard to direct you. The city is protected by the Cobalt Forces, which includes Guards, Messengers, Warriors and Sorcerers. You will learn to recognise them by their brilliant blue uniforms. The Plot team create new subplots every week, and there are always ongoing plots. You can get involved or start your own adventures if you wish. Look out for secret underground passages, or strange artifacts. The only weapons allowed are LARP approved foam or boffer weapons. No metal or hard objects please. You can purchase a weapon from the Great Market, as well as many costume bits and pieces. There are two religions here at the moment; In the beginning, the only religion was Lumina, and it's followers were called Luminati. They believed that all the elements were facets of Light, and that by mastering each element they could achieve enlightenment and communion with the soul of the world. After a while, certain people split off from Lumina, and created a sect called Gaiana, who believed that light was another element, which meant darkness was also an element. Each Gaian devoted themselves to one of the six elements in order to understand them better. But the followers of darkness soon became warped and sickly, and broke off to from the sect of Noxia. They tried to use their religion to enslave and control the populace, so the Lumina and Gaiana forces banded together to eliminate all the Noxia followers. Although the shrine and texts still exist, there are no known followers. However some customers choose to play them, and the Plot Team sometimes create followers. Our magic system has been carefully crafted to be both expansive yet understandable.There are five magic levels. 1-Basic, 2-Intermediate, 3-Expert, 4-Master, 5-Elder. Spell books are available to purchase in the market to help you "learn magic". The spells range from elemental attacks and manipulations to truth, locking and silence spells. Until a comprehensive guide is up, just do what you want, but remember, it's a LARP theme park. No magic actually HAPPENS, the other people just pretend it does, so make it a spell easy to act out and be affected by. To show the level of the spell, people shout their number before it. It's not very in character but in a LARP themepark that's what would have to happen to make magic easy to use on people. So shout "Level 2 fireball!" etc. You should already know where you're staying, but it's up to you to find it. You will all be given maps. You can rent horses, kayaks and merchant boats at stables and docks. Now good luck. Remember, if you need help, any Cobalt character will be able to help. There are other staff around disguised as cleaners and ordinary folk, but they might not be as obvious. Each settlement has a few Cobalt guards that DO have walkie talkies. We try to make you feel like it's a fantasy world, but the safety of the real world still exists. Thank you for listening. If you'd like to gather your possessions and make your way out, you can begin your journey into the Land of Araedoth!"    ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Rivia lay quiet, empty. It was a wednesday, and since most tourists stayed for just a week, Rivia's houses lay waiting for the next influx of tourists, wanting to live the dream. Tessandra lounged on the back porch. Her hut was permanent, her being a Staff Character, and the back porch hung over the lip of the river, her Cobalt kayak moored securely. The hut was like many in Rivia. There were three rooms. A bathroom, a bedroom, and a living and cooking space. The furniture was minimalist, her possessions tucked into willow baskets or hidden behind cloth curtains. Her bed lay close to the floor. She was sat on a cushion, the breeze tousling her hair, her legs swinging idly over the lip of the porch. Most Rivia residents rented kayaks, and made their way down on them. She watched the distance, waiting to see them. It was midday. There! The first kayak appeared on the edge of her vision. She smiled. This life was perfect. If it wasn't for her having to swap with Amy every week to do accounts, she would have believe she was living this life for real. She got up and went inside to check the kettle. It was near boiling, so she put some green tea into the teapot, and poured the water in, taking the tray and a cup out to the porch again. Communal mooring for those without a hut on the Riverbank was past her house. She would greet the newcomers as they paddled past, their belongings strapped to the front of the crafts. She sipped her tea, and waited, a smile on her face. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The academy looked out onto the castle front, Parade street and the edges of the castle gardens. Professor San Mirren lounged in her ground floor classroom. In here she taught natural remedies, herbs and spices, and how to make magic healing potions for magic attacks. This afternoon she was due to take some peasants out to the fields to teach them how to work the fields. The weather was blissful. What good luck. All she has to do was wait for the messenger to arrive to tell her her students had arrived... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Jak looked around at the other tourists. He was here with two friends of his, playing the characters Brenden and Kope. Jak's character was Damien. He put an arm round each friend, "Well boys, this is it. The big city. Tyria. Kope, Brendan, let's see how much we can milk the nobles for eh?". Kope was silent, tall, darkly clothed. He nodded, flinching from the contact. Brendan was well-built and grinning. His lip piercings glinted as his features twisted in a grin and he punched his palm eagerly. They were surrounded by low class folk, going on foot. A servant girl, headed for the castle to judge by her purple sash, took a step away from him. "Boo!" he said, and she jumped. Damien roared in laughter. Kope sniffed. Brendan joined in after half a second, following Damien's lead. The gates loomed up before them, and several lightly-armoured Cobalt guards stepped forward to examine their papers, whilst Cobalt Warriors were posted at the gates, their heavy armour glinting in the hot sun. Edited by Tessandra, November 3 2008, 12:57 PM.
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| Aderas | November 1 2008, 07:08 PM Post #2 |
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Among one of the boats in the rear, another man sat. He, like the others, was looking forward to the vacation in this exotic locale, though he in particular was looking around in awe at the old-styled buildings and the brightly colored guards. He grinned, looking down at his palms which were covered in what appeared to be worn swathes of cloth bandages, to protect his knuckles. The thought put into this place, he thought! The man, by name, was Frank Charlston. He however came into this world under the alias of Max Fightmaster, Fighter Extraordinaire! Simply thinking about his awesome personage elicited a short fit of flexing, bringing amused stares from the others nearby. After his short flex, he decided to take a look around, noticing others around him in groups, or alone, dressed in various different clothes. Sitting ahead of him were a group of women in robes. He had to wonder if they were supposed to be Magi or Clerics? He pondered this as the boats found their way into town. Edited by Aderas, November 1 2008, 07:10 PM.
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| Tessandra | November 2 2008, 02:04 PM Post #3 |
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Damien looked around. They had come in through West Gate, with the noble's quarter on their left and the slum wastes upon their right. Damien sniffed at the noble's quarters. The river and South road cut the city neatly in half, flowing out of East Gate and on towards Gidden mountains and Rivia. "How nice of them," he sneered, "to shove all the poor people onto the other side of the river.". He kicked at the dirt, then looked forward to the docks. A few boats were docked there, Cobalt guards checking their papers for a second time. Damien's eye caught onto an imposing man with bandages round his knuckles. He motioned to the man with a twitch of his head, "hey, boys, look at that one. Mr Prizefighter. I reckon in a city this big we need all the help we can get. Hows about we go say hello?". Kope said nothing. Brendan nodded, "What if he says no?". Damien shrugged, "Let's not give him that option" |
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| Aderas | November 2 2008, 03:49 PM Post #4 |
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Max stepped off the boat, looking around in awe at the surroundings. He had noticed the different structures all around him, and how different they were from the office back home. How very different! He began to smile at the amazing craftsmanship, then remembered he was supposed to be a hardened warrior with little to no care in aesthetics. He quickly put on a glowering expression, full of disdain for those around him. He took a couple of experimental punches, then noticed a small group approaching him from the docks up ahead. |
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| Tessandra | November 2 2008, 06:54 PM Post #5 |
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"Daygreet, friend," called Damien as he got closer to Max, "What brings you to our proud city of Tyria? It's hard going for mere mortals like us, no noble heritage, so we have to make a real living. People like us have to stick together, right?". Damien and Max were roughly the same height, but Jak had no real martial arts experience, and figured even if his character would have been able to beat Max, Jak couldn't. Still, Damien had numbers on his side. If it came to a fight... which it might not. "This is Kope, he doesn't say much, but he's deadly with the dagger. And Brendan, well, can't say I'd rather have anyone else at my back, safe as houses this one." Damien motioned to each with his hand, then patted his pocket full of Araedothian dollar coins. "I'm Damien, and I invite you to have luncheon with my humble crew, what d'ya say?". Jak was pleased to see another tourist who had a similar character. One of the most appealing things about Araedoth was meeting similar people. And this weather! Wonderful! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tessandra took another sip of Green tea and thought about this week's Plot. The Plot team were finally playing the Long Lost Prince plot line, and poor Michael, who'd been playing the humble stable hand Seth Underwood, would finally be realised as the Long Lost Prince Tyrisan. The story went that at Seth's birth, the midwife had been bribed to pretend he was severely sick, and had been given potions to make him worse. But the young girl could not bear to kill the child, and so had left it outside a farmhouse. The couple had taken the baby in and raised it as their own. But after seventeen years the Cobalt spies had captured an old bandit, who made a deal with them in order to escape the death sentence for smuggling liquor. The bandit betrayed a comrade, telling the Cobalt spies that he had been responsible for the Prince's "death", and given the name of the midwife. She in turn was tracked down, and told the spies willingly about his location. Tomorrow she would be called to deliver the summons to the Prince, sparking several gang wars and a conspiracy to kill the Prince again. The bandit who was told to bribe the midwife was acting on the orders of a Noble, no one knows who. Not even Cassie herself knew. She liked it that way. Made it more real. A few more minutes and the Rivia dwellers would be here. She wondered if any of them were playing a Cobalt Student, a role tourists could play to "train" into one of the Cobalt classes. So far there were the Warriors, the heavy armoured Cobalts, the Guards, who had light armour and spears, the Messengers, like herself, no armour save what they made themselves, but extremely fast fighters, the Spies, who had to be proficient in both long and short range combat. Then the Archers, a relatively new class that had split off from the Messengers, and favoured long range combat. Cobalt students could buy the student robes for about five dollars. It was a simple cobalt tabard, tied with a white belt. The Cobalt Insignia was sewn onto the front and back; three thick, vertical lines, the outer two about half the length of the middle. The pattern was simple, symmetrical, and striking. The insignia was different colours depending on the level of the student, starting at black. Tessandra's shield was made out of tough, light, silver metal alloy, with a a white Cobalt insignia outlined in cobalt. It hardly wore because all the weapons were LARP ones, but she had been assured it could stop a real blade. "C'mon," she thought, "Give me someone to talk to" +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ |
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| Aderas | November 2 2008, 07:51 PM Post #6 |
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The man Frank thought for a few moments before replying. 'What would Max Fightmaster say,' he wondered? He put on a valiant expression then spoke in a deep, raspy tone. "I'm here to spread my own special brand of justice." He said, grinning. He covered his grin with an attempt at something more of a malicious look. He looked to the two other men as they were introduced, then to Damien, the seemly ringleader. "Luncheon, eh..." He queried. He hadn't considered the delicacies of this strange new land. "Yeah. Yeah, I could eat, sure." He continued, walking up closer to shake hands with Damien. "Max Fightmaster is the name." He produced with a flourish. |
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| Tessandra | November 3 2008, 12:27 PM Post #7 |
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Damien met the handshake, nodding. So... he wanted to spread his special brand of justice eh? What might that be? All Jak knew was that Damien hated the rich and aloof, and wanted a reputation as a sort of tainted Robin Hood. "I hear that the stalls in the Town Square sell some delicious spicy vegetable wraps. And there's always soup stalls and bakeries. And as for your delivering of justice, if you ever want any contacts or help, don't hesitate to come to me. These nobles and greedy merchants are what gets me the most." He began walking down Parade street, it was about a five minutes walk to the Square. The others sort of fell into step next to him, Kope and Brendan not too bothered, Damien walking next to Max, chatting away about his theories on elevating the poor by teaching the rich a lesson. Soon, shops began to appear. Depending on the price and quality of the goods, the signs differed from just pictures, to pictures and words, to just words. Bakeries, Greengrocers, Tailors, oh how many Tailors. Shield shops, light armour shops, a shop just for Cobalt Student and Forces, and, as a women exited the door, followed by a wave of intoxicating, beautiful aroma; an apothecary carrying magical and ordinary potions, toiletries, perfumes and spices. They passed a whole string of Academy supply shops; in one window were rolls of parchment, stacks of coloured inks, a display of quills and a pile of satchels. A few children, aged about ten, were nodding eagerly as a shop attendant put their purchases into a cloth bag and talked to them. Academy shops each had the Academy insignia somewhere in the sign, a triangle with a circle inside it. One academy shop was fill of carving and crafting implements; for glass blowing, woodwork, blacksmithing. Another was stuffed with dog-eared textbooks, well-worn but clean. Perhaps the most entrancing was the Magic shop, whose display showed a complicated Alchemial experiment, and a cabinet hosted an array of gemstone and supplewood palm wands, that enabled a student to harness the elements for spells. Palm wands were square, slightly concave tiles, with a glittering gemstone of the buyer's choice set into the middle. Around the edges the wood was painted, or stained, and could be set with engravings, and further gems. Strong straps were threaded and set through the middle of the tile so that it could be tied to the back of the casting hand. As Damien watched, an Academy Student stepped out of the shop, clutching some small vials, his palm wand catching the light and throwing Topaz specks of light into his vision. Damien looked away, "It's all very well them having that Academy, teaching people of any age for free, but the stuff costs so much... if you're poor, how can you ever learn a decent trade?". Brendan shrugged. Kope did not answer, staring after the Mage, Topaz palm wand still glittering. Suddenly the shops fell away on both sides, and Town Square opened up before them. It was a vast, flagstoned thing, with more expensive shops tucked away under overhangs that were supported by tall, majestic pillars. Above the overhangs, the buildings were two stories high, sunlight bouncing off the windows. A fountain shimmered in one corner, surrounded by a chaos of benches and tables. Cheaper food stalls were scattered about, infusing the air with flavour. A group of buskers played drums and percussion instruments, a samba style, but it was not overly loud. Small toddlers and children danced in the bright sun, their parents chatting nearby. Parade street led on, and the Castle was visible several hundred metres away. Before that though, the castle gardens, a vast collection of mazes and flower fields, sprawled to the right, and Merchant Walk cut between the grand shops of the Town Square and the castle gardens to end in the Great Market, North East of Town Square. To their left rose the Museum, and hidden behind that lay the Academy, to which many Students were entering or leaving, chattering animatedly. Damien's stomach grumbled. His eye caught a stall with an open grill, upon which patties of vegetables, grains and beans were browning. A huge circle of moist, milky cheese lay on a wooden cutting board, and a fresh batch of onions were being thrown onto the vast grill, oil splashing about, a stove crackling heartily beneath, and a quaint little chimney funneling the smoke to above head level, where it was blown away. He walked over. "How much?" "Three Araedollars." "What's that liquid?" "It's a type of tea. Seeynya tea. Nice. Warms you up. One Araedollar." Damien hastily paid the money, and the man took a tortilla out from nowhere, scooped a pattie onto it, threw some onions on and cut a slice of cheese for him, wrapping the bundle up expertly. He handed Damien a mug of tea, "If you like the tea, leave a coin in there when you bring the mug back, ok?". Damien nodded, barely hearing him, sinking his teeth into the warm wrap. Juice oozed down his chin and he wiped it away with one hand, taking another bite. Brendan copied Damien, while Kope drifted off to a stall selling beef broth. The only places you could get meat were at these stalls and cafes. Out in the settlements, with little money and no means of keeping it fresh, meat was rare. Plus, it was expensive. Only the nobles and Royals could eat it on a regular basis. There were no butchers, just Certified suppliers. Damien didn't care. This was soooo good. He turned to Max, "Oh wow, you gotta try one of these, decided what you're getting? Ah, Brendan's saved us a table look." Brendan, pausing halfway through his food, took a sip of the tea. Happiness blossomed on his face. Damien laughed. Jak's heart swelled. This place was bliss... |
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| Aderas | November 3 2008, 04:01 PM Post #8 |
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Max had followed along with the other three, mentioning things about himself between Damien's breaths. As they walked along he began to lose track of the conversation, paying more attention to the surrounding shops and overwhelming amounts of colors and scents assailing him from different directions. At last they reached the square, with all of it's food stalls and people and song, again overwhelming Max as he tried to take it all in. Appearing for the moment not the hardened and world-weary man he was supposed to be, he grinned in awe as he looked around. Noticing Damien and the others moving to a stall, he followed quickly and put his hard visage back on. Upon reaching the stall, the smell of the food hit him anew, causing his mouth to water. He watched Damien paying with some foreign dollars, then taking what food and drink he was given and walking over to him. "Oh wow, you gotta try one of these, decided what you're getting? Ah Brendan's saved us a table look." He said, then began to laugh happily. Max looked over to the others, then to the stall. He took a small bag of coins from his robes, then walked determinedly to the stall. "I'll have what he's having." He said, jerking a thumb roughly over his shoulder. The man nodded, preparing the food and asking for payment. Upon dropping three of the coins on the stall counter, he was surprised to receive an incredulous look from the man, who gestured to the dollars previously handed. Max frowned and began haggling with the man, attempting to discern the value of his coins versus the local currency (Unknown to him the same as US dollars) for a while. Eventually settling on a few more coins than he would have preferred, he took what food he was given and offered a gruff thanks, then moved to the others. |
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| Tessandra | November 3 2008, 07:40 PM Post #9 |
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Conversation lulled as the men ate, the Seeynya tea (pronounced sane-yah) warm and spicy. Jak thought about where he would be sleeping tonight. He had yet to visit the slums, where his living quarters were meant to be. A rusting key hung round his neck on a piece of string, with "37 East Quad" scratched onto it. He swallowed another bite of the wrap. "Max, where are you staying? Got a place?" Not that Damien really planned on sleeping tonight. No, he wanted to be out, stalking the alleys, shadowing the rich, planning. But he'd taken a liking to this guy. He was the type of person that admired strength and loathed cowardliness. But heavens, so much to explore, to see! He wanted to go see the underground rivers at Gidden mountains tomorrow... and the Nethelta ruins. And of course the Night Forest... Just then, a large group of similarly dressed men and women rounded the corner. They were heading towards the Castle, or the Academy, you couldn't tell yet. They were dressed in robes of pure white and pale cream, with flourishes of red embroidery, and a strange symbol in red on the backs of their robes, like a diamond with four squares around it, just touching. Their shoes were light boots, with bandaged shins, and their forearms were also bandaged. They looked wild, free, fierce. Kope watched them, "Fire devoted Gaians... Look, they all have palm wands. Ruby, if I'm correct." Sure enough the gems caught the light, the wood of the palm wands painted white. Plain. Striking. Most of the women had cut their hair short, and spiked it up with red gel. Those with long hair wore it in high pony tails with phoenix coloured feathers jutting out at odd angles. Jak blinked. The sheer thought of this place, all the strange curiosities and gangs. And he'd only been here an hour. The group of Fire Gaians halted, and their leader stepped forward, a woman who's robes were red where the others' were white, and white where the others' were red. "People of Araedoth, Daygreet. Our Element has been nominated by the Gaian council to invite you to our Graduation display over at the Fyra Shrine, north of Tyria. You will be able to see the magical feats of our finest devotees, and witness the power of Fire. Thank You". The group abruptly turned back on their heel and went back the way they'd come. Damien looked after them, then finished the last of his food. "You gonna go see that Kope?" Damien asked, seeing Kope's curious glance. "Yes, I think I will..." came the absent reply. Damien shrugged, "I want to explore the city... what about you Max?" |
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| Aderas | November 3 2008, 10:06 PM Post #10 |
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As the silence had begun to take the group, Max had started eating more voraciously. It was certainly fine food, worth every coin. Upon being questioned as to where he was going to be staying, he wiped his chin and sat silent for a few moments. "Well, I didn't bring enough coin to afford a place to myself, I'd wager." He said, gesturing to the nearly empty plate before him. "Considering the cost of food and all." He shrugged as if it were of no consequence. "Guess I'll just have to get a 'job' or something." He continued, putting an emphasis on the word job. His attention was distracted as the brightly colored group hove into view, and began speaking. He listened intently, giving off an air of one who pays attention only for chance at coin, though in truth deeply interested in the culture. As he was again brought into the conversation he replied after a moments thought, "Yeah, probably good to scope the place out." He said with a shrug. "I can look at people in pretty bright dresses any day of the week." With that he stood, stretching his legs and shoving what was left of the meal in his mouth. |
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| Tessandra | November 9 2008, 03:01 PM Post #11 |
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((Ok until we get more players this RP is paused. So in effect if you are a new player feel free to post once your profile has been approved, and then it'll start up again. Once we've started I'll get a mod to delete this post)) |
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