Dragon Warrior

[size=1]Well, it happens :] Thank you all for letting me play as long as I have. Have fun with the rest! Cheers![/size]

[size=1]Haha, yeah, apparently most bands do play the Pirates of the Caribbean Theme. Every school's band around here does, anyway. Anybody that visits my Myspace and sees I have that song on there, they shout at me, "My high school band plays that!" Good thing I like that song or else I'd be sick to death of it by now :P[/size]

[size=1]I never said the sequels were inferior for a reason. In fact, if anything, I stated they were well done. It's a matter of opinion if the first one was the best (and I will say, it is still my favorite of the two I've seen). What I was saying was that the majority of the public feel the first one was the best. However, I think that if it was a bad idea to make the sequels in the first place, the trilogy wouldn't be grossing so much. Apparently, it's doing pretty well, so I can't say that they took the wrong route on this.[/size]

[size=1]Confound it. My internet has been down for almost a week now :[ This is the first time I've had access to the web. Sorry about my absence. But it looks like I'm just in time for the final theme. Apparently we're nasty aliens. How do you want to go about this? One of us is Commander of the Lolloths and the other is his loyal right-hand man? Haha. And I think we need to switch our names up a bit considering the circumstances. Like maybe I'm Dragok Warrion. I dunno. What say you?[/size]

[size=1]The major thing people have to understand about the Pirates saga is that it was never intended to be a trilogy. The writers wrote the first one and didn't even expect it to take off. They were prepared for the worst of feedback. All the stuff they wrote in it (such as the broken compass) was simply extra jazz, and had no actual link to any future material. Upon the surprising (and fortunate) successful of [b]The Curse of the Black Pearl[/b], the writers decided to spawn two sequels linking the first one into a whole series of events in one bigger picture. And so, [b]The Curse...[/b] became the introduction and more or less the one that brings in all the characters and shows who they are. It sets it up for the big show. People generally like [b]The Curse...[/b] more because it's the one that isn't more so tied around the plot. It's very freely done and was just pretty much a large playground for Jack Sparrow to run around being dashing and charming. Then he runs along with Will and Elizabeth and they all have some jolly good fun. But now in [b]Dead Man's Chest[/b] and [b]At World's End[/b], they actually have to start telling the story. This, I s'pose, lost some audiences. However, I still like it all the same. I think the jokes [i]are[/i] jokes and they've kept their touch intact. Personally, for not ever planning to have a sequel, I think they tied everything in expertly. I mean, the compass and [i]everything[/i]. Down to the last thread, this thing will tie together so perfectly well. You must admit, that is an outstanding moment in screenwright history.[/size]

[center][img]http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/8761/44postskr4.jpg[/img] [SIZE=4][b][FONT=Trebuchet MS]This is not your ordinary RPG. Four are selected. They are given a story. They have 44 Posts to tell it.[/b][/FONT][/SIZE][/center] [indent][size=1]Welcome to [b]44 POSTS[/b]. This unique RPG experiment has been spinning around my brain for ages and now it's time to finally crack it out. Just as you read above, if you are one of the selected four people to play this, you and the three others have 44 posts to tell a generated story (in this case, "Grindsaw"). You will all take turns and work together like any other RPG to bring this to a successful close. You might do it or you might not. If all goes well, more [b]44 POSTS[/b] RPGs will be created. If such cases occur, there may even be more challenges to it, such as the number "44" having some significance to the plot. (EXAMPLE: The players have forty-four hours to find the antidote or they die... ergo, each post is an hour that passes). But for now, we'll concentrate on this one. This will be a Make-The-Cut sign up to start us off. I will select three others to join in this journey to complete 44 posts (11 posts each). But I'm sure you're eager to know what our first story will be. Introducing, [i]Grindsaw[/i]...[/size][/indent] [FONT=Arial][b]Quick Story Outline:::[/b] A complete city has been overrun by zombies due to a curse from the Necronomicon's texts [the book of the dead]. Go figure, right? Every man, woman, and child have become one of them... except three individuals. Before this spreads, they must safely scale the streets of the deserted city to make it to civilization. Only then, they may inform the rest of the world of this dire threat. Not to mention, saving their own lives is probably a top priority as well. Things are a bit too dangerous for only a couple humans and a few arms with limited shells. Taking the only remaining page ripped from the Necronomicon they can find, they ressurrect a zombie by the name of Jaggernail. Being the only renegade zombie in the city, Jaggernail helps lead the three humans to the city's exit with as much of them intact as possible while trying to stem the dark tide of zombie infestation. Then again... it's one goddamn big city.[/FONT] [size=1]Interested? Sign up! Remember, I select three of you to join, so make your characters are cool as possible (under guidelines, of course)! [indent][b]Name:[/b] You're a human. Have a human name. [b]Age:[/b] Any age is fine. [b]Ethnicity:[/b] Mmm... yes, even this. [b]Personality/Style:[/b] Give us any facts you'd like about your character. [b]Weapons:[/b] Remember, these humans are limited on weapons. They may eventually resort to using things not normally considered items of self-defense. But for here, put any guns or whatever you'd like that are [i]actually[/i] considered weapons. And yeah, it's possible they have guns. Maybe there's a gun shop just down the street from the office they worked at. Hah![/indent] That's about that! Now we play the waiting game. I'll keep this sign up open for a week and a half or so. Then it's zombie-munchin' time! Good luck, mates :][/size]

[size=1]Must be certain areas of Michigan :] I'm more down on the lower peninsula near Lansing. But honestly, everywhere near here serves some kind of meat pie, it seems. Haha. I can't escape it![/size]

[size=1]No... because Michigan, USA is reknowned for eating meat pies. I, personally, don't like them. But I'm a pumpkin pie man myself :][/size]

[size=1]Haha, I never said I danced alone, mate :] But if you've got some crazy moves, dancing alone can work too. I remember my school's senior prom, I brought a chair out into the middle of the dance floor and danced seductively on it. Haha, people actually shoved money down my tux. Then my buddies lifted me up in the chair over the crowd. That was such a great night. But I also danced with the ladies, like I said. I had a new girl for every slow dance :) That's how real Prom Crashers do it. Haha. Or something...[/size]

[size=1]There's already a thread dedicated to the [b]Pirates of the Caribbean[/b] series (which the mod will probably move this to), but to answer the question, yes, you should. You'll be kind of lost if you don't. It's like entering most any other trilogy like [b]Lord of the Rings[/b] or [b]The Matrix.[/b] Watch them in order and it'll be better. In fact, I'd say seeing them both in a row would be a better experience than seeing the first one when it first came out and then having to wait for the second like I did. So watch the first, then enjoy the second :)[/size] [b]BIG FAT EDIT:[/b] [size=1]Okay, girls and boys, I'd say it's about time to start discussing the new one. I mean, look!--she's about on the horizon. [b]Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End[/b] releases May 25th, as I'm sure you all know. I probably should've resurrected this thread long back when the trailer for it premiered--or even earlier! But what matters is it's here now. Now I don't know about you guys, but just like for [i]Dead Man's Chest[/i], I'm going to the first showing on the 25th, midnight, and I'll be first in line. For [i]Dead Man's Chest[/i], I was two hours early to guarantee my spot. This one will be no exception, I'm sure, and there will be people with the same idea as me. Sometimes it's kind of nice to live in small hick towns like I do. You don't have to beat such a huge rush like you would in L.A. or New York, camping out on the sidewalk for a week straight. But what say you guys? Hitting the first showing?[/size]

[size=1]Let me just say this for everyone...[/size] [b]PROMS ARE THE BEST![/b] [size=1]I honestly loved my prom years. I feel it became almost an obsession however, since I became what I'm known around my area as [b]"The Prom Crasher."[/b] I got the name for the number of proms I went to. Where I live, we don't live in one huge city, but rather several cities in a general area. It's a farming community, so most it is open countryside and you have about five other towns twenty minutes away from you at most. So it's not so hard to be known in every town. Over time, I was asked by several girls from other schools to go to Prom with them. Unfortunately, a lot of their proms were on the same night, so it was sort of that "first come, first serve" deal. Haha. However, it was lots of fun, so my friend Luke and I eventually started attempting to get into as many proms as we could. It was very much like the movie [i]Wedding Crashers[/i]. I tell you, I love Prom Season! I've been to them all as well. I've been to proms on boats, in castles, in fancy restaurant/dance places... and all the food I get to eat there is to die for. Aside from Ithaca Prom 2006... they had some nasty burnt rolls that I ate anyways. But one thing is crucial if you ever become a Prom Crasher: know how to dance! I fancy myself a good dancer, especially when I was voted best dancer at my own school's senior prom. But it will definitely make the night more enjoyable if you can get out on the floor and bust a move without being self-conscious. Having said that, I do actually have a Prom in two weeks to go to. Not my school again, because I'm graduated. Just a friend who needed a date and she asked me. This'll be my... [b]eighth prom[/b] or so in two years? I have no idea. I'm losing track. Haha.[/size]

[indent][size=1][color=green]Upon seperating with Darren, Dwight had also been slightly late for his class. But he wasn't exactly the most exceptual of students. He took his time getting places, often goofed off, and really didn't do a lick of work. Without Darren, he would completely flunk, it would seem. However, his slacker style seemed to catch him quite the reputation around the academy. Over anything, his junky rockstar good looks got him away with most, and if he wasn't hitting on his female classmates, he was probably causing some kind of mischief in the form of a prank or worse. He thought of himself as quite the ladies' man, and it was even worse that the girls humored him by oggling over his laid-back style and charm. At the moment, class seemed to be the right thing to avoid. Who likes work anyway? Dwight decided he'd knock around the school for a while, passing through the hallways with no real intention of getting anywhere. After winking at a cute girl with fire munipulation powers, he was quite distracted and bumped into another classmate. He was relieved to know her. "Hey, look, the two dorks," Dwight smirked. "Hey, Dwight," Shy replied with a simple grin. "Aizen, likin' the look today," Dwight smirked. "Meeee-ow!" He winked at her and she arched her brow. "Please, Dwight," she replied sourly. "Guys off to class?" "I guess," Shy said, looking to Aizen who just twitched her ears innocently. "Shouldn't you be as well? We're all going to the same class, so I know you should be in there." He then smiled. "But even if that weren't the case, I'd still know in my mind." He tapped his own forehead. "Yeah... schoolwork... about that..." Dwight looked around. "I have a doctor's note." "You can't lie to someone with my power," Shy scoffed. "Stop it," Dwight whimpered. "It's no fun when I can't lie." "Thank you!" Aizen agreed, as if someone had finally taken her side. "Whichever, you two," Shy waved a finger. "We need to get to class." Shy started on his way. Dwight and Aizen looked at each other and reluctantly followed. As they entered the school, other classmates who didn't have class 'til a bit later littered the sidewalks and hallways. Dwight often liked this part of the day because he received plenty of attention. "Hi, Dwight," a group of girls said as they passed by, then looked away giggling girlishly. Aizen twitched her ears in irritation. Dwight just smiled dumbly. "Are you sure you're not using your powers on them?" she asked Dwight. "Don't be jealous the ladies love me. I'm like milk--I do the body good." Aizen acted as if the line would make her gag. In truth, Dwight wasn't sure of his power. No one was. The only reason he was even in the school was because there was a faint sign he had a power. But figuring out what it was was the challenge. And because of that, it was crucial he go to some of his classes to better learn about himself. But most rumors indicated that his power was just good looks and charm, and nothing else. "Hey, Dwight," another girl said as she passed. "I'm diggin' the new hair," Dwight shouted back to her. "What new hair?" "Oh, um... uh..." Dwight turned to Shy. "So what class do we have to go to? It's been a while since I've gone, so I kind have forgotten."[/color][/size][/indent]

[size=1]You know, the line "I like pie" is so cliche now. Have you realized how many times that gag has been used in comedies, short cartoons, stories, movies, and the occassional crappy comic strip (*cough*Slackers In Slacks*cough*)? It's becoming old, yet it's still somehow amusing every time it's used. How is this possible? Probably because pie rocks. When I worked at McDonalds, I did the closing shift. So after the place was closed and we were about to leave, there'd often be apple/cherry/pumpkin pie left over and we were allowed to take them home :] Ohhh, even if it was McDonalds, I often dined on sweet, sweet pie.[/size]

[size=1]Sounds good. Once you do that, I'll post after you to introduce my character as his roommate. I think we're not doing too shabby here :D[/size]

[size=1]I thought the post was sufficient :] Maybe fix the few typos, but the quality was great. I enjoyed reading it. Every seems to be already getting past the gargoyles and such, so I hurried that part along, but with a logical way. Now I gave us a more interesting twist that you can pretty much take any way you want. I'm curious what you'll do ;) Haha. Keep it up, LOL! [b]EDIT:[/b] Oh, and, every time you have a new paragraph, double-space it so you can see where the new paragraph is. I guarantee Sandy will be picky about this since in roleplaying, most are. :] [b]EDIT 2:[/b] Oh, well, Sandy made a plot twist around my post, so... I guess... do what you want. Haha.[/size]

[indent][size=1][COLOR=Green]However, it proved more difficult to just swing your weapons at them. Either the creatures would split into more gargoyles or the swords wouldn't even penetrate their stone casing in the first place. Dwight and Darren were feeling exhausted and beaten. It wasn't long before they were knocked to the ground from swift blows. "Got any more great ideas?" Darren grumbled. "Hey, my plans usually work," Dwight snapped. "No. Mine do." Darren rolled over to evade a strike from a gargoyle, who smashed into the ground and shattered. "Then do something, Merlin!" Dwight got hit by another gargoyle, sending him into a pile of stone--what could only have been ruins of past gargoyles. Darren dug through his gear. "Let me see..." His hands ran across a bag and he pulled it out. "Ah ha!" "What is it?" Dwight called. "Fairy dust." "Oh, wonder. We'll make them sneeze to death." "Please. It's magic. It'll do something." "What will it do?" Dwight smacked away another gargoyle the size of a mouse, and scoffed. "I'm not sure yet. We'll find out." Darren pulled out a handful of dust as Dwight sighed and mumbled. Darren's brother was growing weary of the rubbish this magic was. However, Darren persisted and as a gargoyle dove towards him, he tossed the dust into its stone eyes. It immediately crashed to the ground, face-planting, and skidding through the dirt. It began having what appeared to be a seizure before its stone body started sprouting white feathers. Dwight ran to his brother's side and peered at the oddity before them. The gargoyle did not stop. It continued to spasm, which worried the other gargoyles. They retracted and hovered in the air in awe. The gargoyle grew larger and larger, its rock anatomy becoming skin and feather. Dwight grumbled as it continued to grow larger than the Herother brothers themselves. "Darren!" Dwight scolded. "Just wait," Darren said, still captured in the moment. He was absolutely mesmerized. By the time the gargoyle finished its transformation, a large bird the size of a small shack was flailing before them. It took a look at Darren, who stepped backward slightly for security. Dwight readied his blade. Suddenly, the bird shot its beak at Darren. There was no time to react. Grabbed by the scruff of his shirt, Darren was lifted into the air and tossed onto the soft, feathery neck of the bird. He clung, frightened, but then gradually opened his eyes. He was safe. The bird did not harm him. Peering down, he noticed it was friendly. He waved to Dwight. "Come on!" "Oh, no," Dwight scoffed. "Not happening. I just got over the bird flu." "Don't be a chicken." "That's not a chicken, Darren!" Dwight actually appeared scared. "Wait... are you saying... you're afraid of birds?" "No!" Dwight shouted defensively. A crow cawed from above and Dwight nearly jumped out of his skin. "I wondered why you always made up excuses for being frightened around birds." Darren smiled deviously, taking the moment in. "Shut your hole, Darren," Dwight growled, pointing his blade at his brother. The bird, sensing danger, moved towards Dwight with a fury. "Ahh! Darren! Call your birdzilla off!" "Oh, I don't know," Darren snickered. "Just do it! The Phoenix Heart!" Darren shrugged and did so. The Phoenix Heart was rather important. The bird lifted Dwight onto its neck, who screamed continuously the whole time. Upon being placed down, Dwight clung to the bird's feathers in great fear. "Feeling alright there, Dwight?" "Just... let's go." Darren nodded and looked to the sky. The gargoyles, still slightly dazed, were beginning to get restless. They were at first intimidated by the transformation, but now they were beginning to regain some moxy. Some dove down at the enemies, so Darren took it as a better time than ever to take flight. The bird flapped its enormous wings and they took to the sky, smacking several gargoyles on the way up. Dwight screamed like a baby. "Fly us right into the castle, bird," Darren shouted. The bird swung its whole body around and aimed for a tower. What Darren didn't realize is that the bird was still basically as intelligent as it was when it was a gargoyle and they ended up crashing through the tower wall. Dwight screamed like a baby again. The two brothers lay on the stone floor of one of the castle's rooms, bruised and feeling beaten. Darren stood up and dusted himself off, looking about at the damage. The bird was knocked clean out from ramming the wall with its own noggin. "Way to use your head, you dumb bird," Darren muttered. He walked over to Dwight and shoot him awake. "Wake up, Dwight. We're in." Dwight cleared his nostrils and looked around. "Damn birds..." "C'mon," Darren said, slapping his brother. "Let's get going. We have to find the Sorceress." Dwight stood up and rubbed his back. "Next time we're pulling one of those stunts, let me find my double first." "Stop complaining, and c'mon!" Darren walked toward a chamber door. "I think this leads to the hallway." Dwight walked over and Darren opened the door. Sure enough, the hallway was on the other side. The two slipped out and made their way through. "Morgwyn has to know we're here." "You think? I wasn't sure putting a large prehistoric bird through her wall would be a sufficient door bell." "If she sent the gargoyles, she already knew of us. In fact, those gargoyles looked as if they'd already seen battle recently. Someone else must be here." "Good," Dwight mumbled. "Let them fight all the bad stuff and we can get the Phoenix Heart. Oh, my aching jewels." "Shhh," Darren silenced his brother. "I hear someone." The two tip-toed towards a room that was dimly lit. Peering around the corner, they saw some woman looking into a mirror. The reflection of the woman was absolutely beautiful. Darren and Dwight were in awe. Without turning, the woman spoke. "Herother brothers... so good of you to drop by." Darren and Dwight, a little shocked, stepped inside. "Sorry to crash the party," Dwight said. "... literally." Darren elbowed Dwight. "Are you Morgwyn?" The woman let out a loud cackle and turned. She was even more beautiful than her reflection, which the brothers found to be quite intimidating. "Not quite, my handsome young warriors." She approached them and stroked both their cheeks softly. "Is that why you're here? Or did you come to save me?" Darren and Dwight were in a trance. "To come save you, baby," Dwight moaned. Darren woke up and smacked Dwight. "No, we're here for Morgwyn!" The woman frowned and stopped caressing their faces. She walked back to her mirror, gliding across the floor as if she had no legs (the dress made it hard to tell if she did or not). "In that case, be gone," she said, peering into her mirror again. "She is up the staircase to the left. You can't miss her room." Darren nodded and Dwight whimpered. "Thank you," Darren said, bowing. He then walked out. Dwight was dragged along. "Okay, Dwight, this is it. Are you ready?" "Shouldn't we save her, though? Morgwyn obviously has her prisoner!" "I have a hunch she's all a trick," Darren replied. "Then why are we trusting her word?" "We're not," Darren said. "We'll take the right staircase." Dwight was confused by the logic, but didn't argue for once. As Darren made his way upward, Dwight stopped in his tracks. He turned back to the room of the beautiful maiden and decided she too deserved freedom. He peeked into her chambers once more. He saw her smile into the mirror. "I knew you were the one who was true of heart," she said. She turned to him. Somehow, she was even [i]more[/i] beautiful than before. Dwight's heart went aflutter. "I must reward you for your kindness, Sir Knight." "Oh, please, call me Dwen." Dwight thought for a second; that didn't sound like his name. But he was too mesmerized by her eyes to care. "Well, Sir Dwen," she said, approaching him. "Let me give you your reward." Dwight beamed at her curves. "If I said you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?" She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, dragging him towards the bed. "Just lay back... and it'll all seem like a beautiful dream..."[/COLOR][/size][/indent]

[size=1]I don't watch anime nor do I hardly play video games. I just usually come here for the roleplaying, writing, and on occassion, the dreaded [b]art[/b] (free of your average morse code). I am such a nonconformist ;D[/size]

[size=1]Your post was great :] I was totally able to play off it successfully. But we might need to hurry our adventure along by getting to that castle real quick-like. Simply 'cause Sandy could change the theme any second. Read my post in the thing and then read the rest of this post... [b]The following is for after you read my post ;)[/b] As you read, I ended where I fell in the pit. Just a suggestion to hurry it along is that I find something down there that will get us out of the forest and on our way... like maybe a large bird that lives in the hole that we ride to the castle. Something like that. Haha. But go hogwild. I wanna see what you'll do :] Also, Sandy said he doesn't want one team dominating the whole story. But I think we must take into consideration that some teams are, like, five people, so they would be pretty much [i]every other post[/i]. We're only two people, so our story isn't told as much. Therefore, I think we're allowed to post more often individually than other teams because you and I posting a lot is the same as a team of five posting only a little. Get what I mean? So feel free to just keep posting. We'll equal out to being the same as others that way. Good work so far, though.[/size]

[indent][size=1][COLOR=Green]"What have I done?!" Dwight snapped back. "What about you?" "You're the one who's causing all the trouble by doing stupid things!" Darren replied harshly. "Well... uh..." Dwight stumbled. "... you're the one who's supposed to make sure I don't [i]do[/i] those stupid things." "You're pathetic." "You smell funny." Their bickering was interrupted once more by the howls. The trees began to move, but a presence of any sort of wind was scarce. Dwight and Darren put their backs together and studied the surroundings. The noises continued to resonate about the deep forest. "It sounds like the woods are crying," Darren stated. "Then get it a hanky and let's get out of here," Dwight said. Even he had a bit of fright in his tone. But it was too late. Branches suddenly wrapped around their legs and they were tossed to the ground. Vines and roots joined in to lock them in place. Darren looked to Dwight and gasped. "The trees have us!" he shouted to his brother. "Thank you, Sir Obvious," Dwight scowled. Dwight wriggled his hands about, but they were tightly tied by strong mossy vines. "If only I could reach my sword..." "Don't worry, Dwight," Darren reassured. "We're not in trouble as long as we have our weapons." Suddenly, the two brothers were stripped of their swords and other equipment by the branches and tossed into a pit nearby. Darren looked to Dwight. "We're in trouble." "Oh, Mother Hubbard!" Dwight swore. "Where's a fire breathing dragon when you need one?" "There's only one other way out of this," Darren exclaimed. "What?" Dwight called. "What is it?" "We have to use our heads." "Oh, great. Unfortunately for us, mine is the only one available. Yours is always up in the bloody clouds!" "Just trust me. I have a tiny pocket knife on me. It's not big enough to really harm the trees, but I think if you can scootch your way over to me, I can cut you free." "Did you just use the word... [i]scootch?[/i]" "Dwight!" "Alright, alright. I'm scootching, I'm scootching." Dwight used all his strength to push towards Darren, who was pulling his small dirk from his sleeve. The two moved their backs against one another with all their might and Darren began to saw at the vines embracing poor Dwight's hands. As the blade cut into the vines, a warm gooey liquid oozed out over their hands. Dwight and Darren grimaced. "I am so taking a shower after this." "I'm almost there," Darren squirmed. Sounds of pain echoed about the woods; the trees were in agony. They wouldn't stand for it. Without notice, the branches and vines lifted Darren and Dwight high into the air and away from each other. Darren dropped the dirk and it stuck into the ground. "No!" Dwight felt uneasy. "Um... Darren. We're a little high up." "I can see that, Dwight," Darren said. "You kind of loosened these vines a lot." "Yeah?" "I don't feel so secure up-" Suddenly, the vines enveloping Dwight snapped and the hero dropped to the ground. "... here." "Dwight!" Darren shouted from above. "Grab the weapons from that pit!" Dwight got up and made his way to the hole, but it was too dark to see anything down below. "I'm not going down there, Darren." "Just go!" "Why don't you go down there?" "You!" "You!" "No, you!" "I am [i]NOT[/i] going down that hole!" Suddenly a branch swung by, hitting Dwight, and knocking him into the hole. "Mother Hubbaaaaaaard!"[/COLOR][/size][/indent]

Guess I'll start this bad boy :] [indent][COLOR=Green][size=1]The branches of the trees that littered Hollowgyre on one fine summer morning glistened gently in the early sun. The townfolk were just waking up and only the mere resonance of chirping birds could be heard across the peaceful plains. That is, until the pickering between two young brothers interrupted the pleasant symphony. Dwight and Darren Herother rode into Hollowgyre doing what they did best--argue. This time it was to be Dwight's argument that it was his own amazing acrobatics that distracted and confused the banshee of Bolderhorse, but Darren believed it was the Mairiechile Mist he concocted that evaporated the spirit in its place. In truth, neither of them knew how the banshee was defeated. But to the villagers, the ghost was gone, therefore they paid Dwight and Darren handsomely. That's all that mattered in the end. Hollowgyre was an excellent stopping point for their journey where they'd take a quick rest and perhaps stock up on supplies. It was not their intention this day to find a brand new adventure. "Give me three pints, my good sir," Dwight said to the bartender in the local tavern. The bartender smirked and ruffled his 'stache. He placed the three pints on the table. "Expecting one more, are ye?" "No," Dwight replied, then downed one of the pints. Darren sat next to him dwiddling away his thoughts in literature. The bartender looked over to him, and Darren merely made a shy smile in return. "Oh, um, just one pint for me, thanks." The bartender shrugged and went to retrieve the beverage. "You're such a little girl," Dwight snickered behind his mug of brew. "Why?" Darren replied, never looking up from his book. "Because I don't drown myself in liquor?" "You don't take chances. No woman would ever want to sleep with a man who isn't daring." "Oh, excuse me for not whoring myself out to the public like you." "I'm just saying--" "You two!" Dwight and Darren were spun around in their chairs by a fiercely powerful grip. A tall, dark stranger, clad in armor and cloaked in a large robe seized them and stared deeply into their eyes. "You are the Herother Brothers, are you not?" Without thinking--as usual--Dwight replied. "Yes, that's us." "The legendary heroes for hire?" "Aye," Darren nodded. "I've been looking for you. Come with me." It wasn't like they had a choice anyways. They were immediately dragged away and up the stairs to a room high above the tavern. There, they were tossed into the corner of the candle-lit room and stared down by the stranger. "Who-who are you?" Darren asked? "That is not your concern," the man replied. He took a seat, but had to use two chairs for his enormous stature. "You have a duty to do." "And what's that?" Dwight asked curiously. "You must find the fabled Sorceress Morgwyn's castle and retrieve the Phoenix Heart from her." "Man, we just got on vacation," Dwight grumbled. "This is a very serious matter. Using this jewel, she can replenish her youth... and I cannot even say what may occur after that." The man looked towards the blazing fire in the fireplace and he flicked at it with a spike. "Just do it," Dwight grunted. "I'm already bored with the story." "Confound it, insolent shrew! Listen to what I say or it'll be the last thing ye hear!" Dwight had a newfound fright in him. "I'm listening." "I have a map that leads you perfectly through the valleys to her castle without any danger. Do not, I repeat--DO NOT lose this map! The way is far too treacherous to go without it." "Why us?" Darren asked. "And who is paying us?" Dwight added. "You'll see why it is important for the two of you alone to be the ones to fulfill this request. And you'll get what's coming to you, Dwight Herother." Dwight and Darren felt uneasy for a moment. "Can we get some rest first?" Dwight asked. "No," the man replied. "You begin now." He, again, flicked the fire with the spike and a flash emerged, blinding the room. When Dwight and Darren's eyesight returned to them, they found themselves at the edge of a dark forest. It was also strangely nightfall, though it was only merely afternoon shortly before. Their horses were well-equipped for the journey and their pockets were plenty full of currency for any other needs. The brothers looked to one another, then to a hill in the distance. There, the large cloaked stranger stood. He didn't stay, however. Mounting his own horse, he rode away from them and out of sight. Darren then felt something. He reached into his cloak and found the map the man had shown them. He looked to Dwight, who arched his eyebrow at the parchment. But they both knew--there was only one way to go from here.[/size][/COLOR][/indent]

[size=1]Roleplaying is also a strong suit for me :] I think this'll be where we can shine! And it just being the two of us, we can easily be reassured depending on the rest of the team won't be hard, haha. But that all sounds good. I quickly post up my profile and post the first entry! [list][*][b]Name:[/b] Dwight Herother [*][b]Gender:[/b] Male [*][b]Age:[/b] 23 [*][b]Personality:[/b] At times, Dwight is very much the opposite of his brother Darren. In fact, he [i]is[/i] the opposite. He takes leadership as his duty and self-proclaims himself the better of the two. Because he often doesn't believe in Darren's strategies, he'll be more of the risk-taker, often jumping into situations without thinking. More often than not, it is Darren's plans that get them out of the troubles they run into, but Dwight will easily take the credit as the one who pulled the whole string through. Though Dwight sometimes doesn't show it, he does love his brother and would protect him in any situation. After all, he is the older brother and therefore takes quite a bit of responsibility in that job. He's also more of a ladies' man, and takes to the drink quite a bit. This could also be where his troubles come from. That or his obnoxiously loud mouth. [*][b]Biography:[/b] Upon the death of their father and mother by a dark spell, Dwight and Darren set off to rid the world from the lurking evil magics that were present in the darkest nooks of the lands. Dwight, being the more rash one, wanted simply to find the sorcerer who was the cause of his parents' deaths and get revenge. But for sympathy for his younger brother, Dwight decided he'd do the next best thing: become heroes for hire.[/list] Let's do this![/size]

[size=1]We've all been kind of busy, I think, therefore we've all kind of slacked in the previous rounds. It's not just you, man. In fact, I felt so un-captainy during our "lyrics" round, I attempted to vote myself off, but I guess you can't do that. However, I did feel I deserved it. I'm still sorry for you, Kitty, and it's been good. Perhaps you can be resurrected someday when Laugh Out Louds start kicking butt again :] [b]EDIT:[/b] Considering the new challenge, Mr. Darren, I believe we should do something along the lines as two legendary brothers (such as the Brothers Grimm) who are expert heroes for hire, saving damsels and slaying dragons. It's our duty and we're world reknowned. It'll be simpler to this for us considering it's just the two of us, so I don't think that would cause much problem. But how does that sound? Character biographies shouldn't be difficult. Making up quick characters around such an idea, that is. Naming ourselves simple things such as [b]Dw[/b]ight and Darren Herother, the Legendary Herother Brothers, and etc. But I'll await your reply for such cases.[/size]

[size=1]As said in the PM, all of that is agreed. Shall we also include Pumpkin and Rach, simply because they're "deceased" to the team? But I think Rach was brought back to another team, so I'm not sure about him.[/size]

[center][SIZE=7][B]APRIL FOOLS! :D[/b][/size][/center]

[size=1]Yep, I've been getting ideas for verses too. Let's collab now. What are the verses you've figured? We can work ours in together. And like I said in my e-mail back, I'm trying to still find the MP3 without vocals so I can record new vocals with [i]our[/i] lyrics in it, just so we can have that as a bonus for fun :)[/size]