"They have enderpearls!" shouted the two guards in the back of the square at the same time. The leader slowly turned around to face them and said:
"Go ahead, escape! I didn't knew you people prefered a life as fugitives rather than a short trial. Give me the pearls, all of them, now!" He seemed to be running out of patience, but, when he stopped talking, the group stopped in front of a building. The leader looked up and talked.
"This is the townhall. Go inside and we will keep all your items until we let you go, if you try to pass something, you'll be unsuccessful, really".
((Sorry, yuki. I thought you had written "where" and not "when", won't happen again")).
The leader smiled, looking at Mimi, while Deneth and a guard got indoors again.
"You know what? You're right! He's a criminal. Guys, take his sword and armor." The blond man looked confused for an instant, but then he unsheathed his sword and all the guards were needed to finally make him surrender.
"Well, I'm happy we got to an, um, almost peaceful resolution", said the leader. Everyone left the tavern and the guards made a square formation, placing the prisioners inside.
((If nobody is planning to do anything before you get to the place your characters are being taken, we may skip to that part, tell me what you think)).
The fence was too high for climbing, but Deneth saw a big table next to it. Steve moved, fast like an arrow, hopped on the table and then on the grass outside, running away. Now it was Deneth's turn, but she was nervous, and doubted for a second. In that same second, a blow on her nape stunned her and she fell to the floor, face down. When she turned around, one of the guards was standing in front of her, ready to strike again.
"Surrender", he ordered.
The other players:
Steve and Deneth sprinted towards the corral, followed closely by a guard trying to catch them.
"For Notch's sake! People don't trust this watch anymore?", said the leader, exasperated. "We're going to the town hall, we'll interrogate you and, if you didn't commited any crime, we will let you go, but this is your last chance, give me your weapons". One guard took Darren's sword, while another asked Nate to come with them and the rest approached MetaDestroyer and John, sword in hand.
Wow! I love the somewhat dark atmosphere you managed to create here, and I think it is enhanced by the simplicity of the story and the characters. Keep writing and have fun doing it, and I'll keep reading and have fun doing it!
((Gold and Steve left the RP, so I'll control them for a while and get them off the story IC))
In the middle of the discussion about the weapons, the tavern door opened and five other men came in, wearing the same armor as the blond guy.
"OK, people, this may be a misunderstanding, but I need you all to give us your weapons and come with us. If you don't give us trouble, you'll have them back and you may keep drinking." said the one that appeared to be the leader, with a loud voice. "Which ones haven't given you their stuff?", he asked to the blond man.
"The robot, the guy in the red tunic and the kid in the purple sweater". But when the leader approached them, Gold sprinted towards him and pushed him to the ground. The leader quickly reacted kicking Gold and standing up.
"Don't kill him!" he shouted, but it was too late, the blond man had slashed the elf several times. He fell to the floor and stopped moving. Alaric watched everything from behind the counter, terrified, and the men from the City's Watch asked John, MetaDestroyer and Darren to hand their guns.
I finish my milk and go to the tavern keeper and see what juicy info they have. Every tavern keeper has info. I say, "Hey, you have heard anything interesting happening around here?"
No, no, no, you're performing more than one action, if you think I'm taking too long to answer, please tell me.
Wow! Awesome story, the title made me think it was some sort of creepypasta, but this is great. Many times I feel like the player's goal in life is to find someone like him, but I had never imagined it this way!
Totally keep writing and remember that, when you're writing a title, you don't write a point in the end.
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"They have enderpearls!" shouted the two guards in the back of the square at the same time. The leader slowly turned around to face them and said:
"Go ahead, escape! I didn't knew you people prefered a life as fugitives rather than a short trial. Give me the pearls, all of them, now!" He seemed to be running out of patience, but, when he stopped talking, the group stopped in front of a building. The leader looked up and talked.
"This is the townhall. Go inside and we will keep all your items until we let you go, if you try to pass something, you'll be unsuccessful, really".
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He's inside the square formation, like everyone else.
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((Sleeping darts? That wasn't in your application, sorry!
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This roleplay is not accepting anymore.
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((Sorry, yuki. I thought you had written "where" and not "when", won't happen again")).
The leader smiled, looking at Mimi, while Deneth and a guard got indoors again.
"You know what? You're right! He's a criminal. Guys, take his sword and armor." The blond man looked confused for an instant, but then he unsheathed his sword and all the guards were needed to finally make him surrender.
"Well, I'm happy we got to an, um, almost peaceful resolution", said the leader. Everyone left the tavern and the guards made a square formation, placing the prisioners inside.
((If nobody is planning to do anything before you get to the place your characters are being taken, we may skip to that part, tell me what you think)).
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Deneth:
The fence was too high for climbing, but Deneth saw a big table next to it. Steve moved, fast like an arrow, hopped on the table and then on the grass outside, running away. Now it was Deneth's turn, but she was nervous, and doubted for a second. In that same second, a blow on her nape stunned her and she fell to the floor, face down. When she turned around, one of the guards was standing in front of her, ready to strike again.
"Surrender", he ordered.
The other players:
Steve and Deneth sprinted towards the corral, followed closely by a guard trying to catch them.
"For Notch's sake! People don't trust this watch anymore?", said the leader, exasperated. "We're going to the town hall, we'll interrogate you and, if you didn't commited any crime, we will let you go, but this is your last chance, give me your weapons". One guard took Darren's sword, while another asked Nate to come with them and the rest approached MetaDestroyer and John, sword in hand.
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Wow! I love the somewhat dark atmosphere you managed to create here, and I think it is enhanced by the simplicity of the story and the characters. Keep writing and have fun doing it, and I'll keep reading and have fun doing it!
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Here is the link to the IC thread!
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((Gold and Steve left the RP, so I'll control them for a while and get them off the story IC))
In the middle of the discussion about the weapons, the tavern door opened and five other men came in, wearing the same armor as the blond guy.
"OK, people, this may be a misunderstanding, but I need you all to give us your weapons and come with us. If you don't give us trouble, you'll have them back and you may keep drinking." said the one that appeared to be the leader, with a loud voice. "Which ones haven't given you their stuff?", he asked to the blond man.
"The robot, the guy in the red tunic and the kid in the purple sweater". But when the leader approached them, Gold sprinted towards him and pushed him to the ground. The leader quickly reacted kicking Gold and standing up.
"Don't kill him!" he shouted, but it was too late, the blond man had slashed the elf several times. He fell to the floor and stopped moving. Alaric watched everything from behind the counter, terrified, and the men from the City's Watch asked John, MetaDestroyer and Darren to hand their guns.
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OK, bye!
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No, no, no, you're performing more than one action, if you think I'm taking too long to answer, please tell me.
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Accepted!
Accepted and sorry for taking so long, I hadn't seen your application.
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Wow! Awesome story, the title made me think it was some sort of creepypasta, but this is great. Many times I feel like the player's goal in life is to find someone like him, but I had never imagined it this way!
Totally keep writing and remember that, when you're writing a title, you don't write a point in the end.
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I would totally sign up for this! There are so many stories I would love to share!
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It's OK, I guess, as long as it doesn't help you having dyed strings.