Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Beginning

You live in the northern woods of Lord Jerrik's Domain by yourself, you saved and saved working hard even as an orphan of the war 20 years ago and after 2 years of living in some harmony with your surroundings some thugs came in the night, beat you, took nearly everything you owned (even your boots) and burnt down your small home... A little battered, you begin to lift yourself off the ground...

What's your: 1)Name, 2)Profession, 3)Gender

What shall you do now?
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  1. AnonymousSeptember 18, 2011 at 2:15 AM

    his name is... TWAN... wait ... no, his name is Klive, profession: horse whisperer Gender: unknown... with a penis (repost in correct thread)

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  2. Kayla BonnSeptember 18, 2011 at 10:43 PM

    Name: Lilith
    Profession: Carpenter
    Gender: Female

    What do I do next? Put out the fire and wait till it cools to shift through the debris, hoping there will be something left.

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 18, 2011 at 10:44 PM

    1) Punch Master 2) Punch Master 3) MAN.

    Punch those who would dare punch the punch master. I CAST FIST!

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 19, 2011 at 2:41 PM

    1. Tristan
    2. Miller
    3. Male

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  5. AlisonSeptember 19, 2011 at 7:53 PM

    Name: Ortuga
    Profession: Huntsman
    Gender: Male

    You see a used torch laying on the ground and you decide to pick it up. Footprints are leading from the burnt husk that was once your home. You search about looking for anything that you could salvage from the ruin. If anything is found you take it and then follow the tracks.

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  6. OzfizSeptember 19, 2011 at 8:12 PM

    1) Prek 2) Sooth Sayer 3) Mostly Male

    Grab knife from behind you and fashion yourself a pair of wooden clogs from the chunk of wood behind you / and or the forest.

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  7. Ghosty-broSeptember 19, 2011 at 8:22 PM

    1) Jolyne
    2) Ninja Assassin
    3) Female

    I'm gonna go back into my wrecked house, find any traces of the thugs, have my doberman catch a small scent of said traces, hunt them down, and go on an ADVENTUUUUURRREEE : D

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  8. MadsSeptember 20, 2011 at 12:28 AM

    1. Snek
    2. Professional Wine Taster and Blogger
    3. Male

    Woe, woe the life of a wine taster. No doubt those thugs had been after your 1884 Chateau du Pic, one of the only bordeauxs to survive the looting of the winery by conquistadors in 1906 (it's obscure tale added to the value). That heady wine had been your life, it's dark cherry aroma had been your soul, a hint of oak on the palette and... It was all gone! You had spent all your money on that wine, forgoing even what was considered 'proper' clothes, or a house that had heating. Living in this shack in the woods... That wine had been your downfall.

    No time to reminisce, they might come back for your hat. You get up and try to remember the beginning. The drunk in the pub a decade ago had told you to invest in wine, and to a part he had been right, but now you were on the warpath. Doubtless it was he who had directed those vicious scoundrels to your abode and confided in them the precise location of the vintage... You storm off in the direction of the village, literally fuming.

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  9. HannahSeptember 21, 2011 at 4:08 PM

    Name: Lucibura
    Profession: Apothacerist
    Gender: Female

    First thing to do is treat any wounds that may have been inflicted by those nasty thugs. If they were smart (but since when are thugs smart? It practically contradicts the entire profession of "thug" to begin with), they would have taken your research notes on local plants and their medicinal properties. If not, then they were destroyed in the fire and you will have to do all of that research over again. And that really makes your blood boil.

    Since going after those thugs is your only lead at the moment, you decide to pick up your shoddy, barefoot self and follow their trail!

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