Dragon Warrior

[center][img]http://img199.echo.cx/img199/7631/dwanimationstation1nj.jpg[/img][/center] I'm gonna use this thread to post my flash animations. Yay! -------------- Hey, dudes and dudettes. I finished my first animation on Flash and I'm ready to show it. It's not much, but I'd like to see what you guys think. I'm gonna have to explain somethin' first, though. [b]Ranger Jameson: Painforest[/b] is based off an inside joke I have with my friend Jameson. The joke is that everyone in the world loves him and he's all-powerful. Then I interpreted that joke into a story about him being the world's greatest forest ranger. So... [b]Animation Plot:[/b] Ranger Jameson, the best forest ranger the world has ever known, decides to save the rain forests. But he gets a tad over-dramatic sometimes. [b]Characters:[/b] [u]Ranger Jameson[/u]- Based off my buddy Jameson, the joke is he's all-powerful, as I said before. In the animation, you'll see a spinning head. That's the real Jameson. Booyah! [u]Gavin[/u]- This character is based off me. Another part of the joke is that I'm always his sidekick on adventures and I tend to get the short end of the stick. So in this animation I'm an unidentifiable creature that clings to Ranger J's shoulder. I have no idea what I am... [u]Bryce the Bear[/u]- Bryce is a friend of mine who is the size of a bear, ergo I made him a bear. He tends to talk gangsta. [u]Mr. Steere[/u]- Mr. Steere is a teacher at my school. He teaches economics. He is always scolding Bryce, so he's thrown in here to do just the same. Only he's actually a steer. Heh. What fun. [u]Wesley (Afroman)[/u]- Wesley is a friend of mine who studies martial arts. I made him a tribesman. He really does have an afro in real life. [u]Hillbilly Riley[/u]- Riley is a friend of mine who lives in this hick town close to mine. So it's only fair I made him a hillbilly. Ha! And it's not that I got lazy in the end, Hilbilly Riley is just an old character that I made a while ago and he's always been a crappily-drawn stick figure :) I think that about covers it. I hope you enjoy the animation. I thought it might be somethin' for you to do to burn up 7 minutes of your day. Enjoy :D [center][SIZE=3][URL=http://cyberxp9.net/animations/forest.htm][b]Ranger Jameson: Painforest [PG-13] [/b][/URL][/SIZE][/center] [size=3]Big thanks to CyberXp9 for hosting! You da man![/size]

[left]The festivities of the evening began and everyone was enjoying themselves. The various performances from the group were going well, even Tical's unfinished inventions were enough comic relief to crowd-please. Luca sat alone sleeping in his hay. Not even the loud attractions could wake him from his deep slumber. But something did. His eyes shot open, the same dark orange color from the poison flooding them. He stood up, but winced on his bad leg. It was healed enough for him to take steps. They were slow, easy steps, though. Nothing fancy. He made his way through the stables and past the parked caravan. From there he could see Morag perched on a fountain's base belting out one of Rolani's famous folk tunes. Luca managed a smile and continued. He was in search of the Dragon Dew, if it was there. The thing was, if one already possesses a Dragon Dew, they're in luck since Dragon Dews light up as they approach another. Luca clenched the Dew in his fist and wandered near the empty village houses of Bendstern. Mostly everyone was out on the streets, so it was safe to be sneaky in the shadows like he was. Though his handicap was quite the disadvantage when it came to homes with steps or slight rises. A cat leapt onto his shoulder and he was almost relieved to see it wasn't Widdershins. The loud-mouth cat would either blow his cover or make him return back to his hay to rest a little. He held the cat in his arm and let it run off across a stone wall. A few more steps and the Dew glowed bright. A slight smirk played across Luca's face and then he entered the shadows. Only his poisoned-orange eyes could be seen. Imelda returned to the caravan to check up on Luca, but was flabbergasted to see he wasn't there. "Where'd he go?" She opened the caravan to see Widdershins feasting on a fish. "Widdershins, where's Luca?" "Sleeping," burped the cat. She wasn't interested in conversation. "Useless feline," Imelda muttered and shut the door. Widdershins paid her no mind as she wandered off to find the others. [/left]

[SIZE=2] [b]Name[/b]: Willerwik Saveres [b]Nickname[/b]: Nigh [b]Gender[/b]: Male [b]Age[/b]: Twenty-Three [b]Status[/b]: Gardener (Peasant) [b]Hometown[/b]: Tashbaan [b]Appearance[/b]: For his young age, Willerwik appears old. He's hunched over slightly due to back troubles and looks sickly pale, even in the hot Calormen sun. When not hunched over, he's at the height of 5'7" with a weight of 110 pounds. His clothes consist of old, ragged robes and sandels, simply cloth he wore when serving Tisroc. He's rather unattractive with his long nose and large, almost-pointy ears. He dons a small cap to hide his balding head. He's truely a sad sight for the eyes. [b]Abilities[/b]: Willerwik served Tisroc as almost a personal butler, bringing him his food and taking care of his dirty clothes. Though he was kicked around constantly, he gained some special abilities through his hard labor, such as cooking, gardening (which became his profession after leaving Tashbaan), and even sewing. He's been even known to perform a song or two for someone's enjoyment (mostly Tisroc's), but we never said he was any good at it. [b]Weapons[/b]: Willerwik is too weak to ever fight. He also doesn't know how to use one. Not to mention he'd be too cowardly to fight. [b]Biography[/b]: Willerwik was born in Tashbaan. His mother and father were peasants, but left him behind in Tisroc's service. It wasn't the best thing a parent could do to a child, but Willerwik did his best to please his lord. So from his youth up to the age of twenty, Willerwik did every single task Tisroc asked of him. He eventually came Tisroc's right-hand servant, which caused him to learn some things about Tisroc and his palace that not everyone knew. Whether Tisroc knew that he knew or not, he kept quiet. His home in the Tisroc palace consisted of a small closet-like space in one of the walls. It consisted of a poorly-crafted bed, a small table, and a chair that was too small for even Willerwik to sit in. He was fed terribly. He's taken to an imp-like nickname of "Nigh" as a running joke on him in Tisroc's palace. He was mistreated so often by Tisroc and all his closest men that Willerwik escaped from Tashbaan finally. He made his way to Mezreel where he further pursued one of his passions: gardening. A man like him at his age didn't have much promise in the world, so he did what he could to get by. But Tisroc and his years spent with him still haunt his dreams. He joins the rebellion just to get even. Though he's terribly afraid to do it. [b]Personality[/b]: Willerwik is kind and thinks of others, even after his mistreatment in the service of Tisroc. His life has been about trying to please people, especially Tisroc, so he's become soft and fears almost anyone. He'll try to help if it doesn't involve him getting harmed in any way. He's not ignorant or stupid, though he isn't intelligent either. He knows what's going on most of the time where he is around him. He has been known to have a side to him where he pities his life miserably. But if life is good to him, he's as happy as a swallow with a two-headed worm. [b]Password[/b]: [spoiler]No one knows any story but their own[/spoiler][/size]

[left]Luca was beginning to look a tad pale. He wasn't one to show he was in pain or misery, but moans of agony seeped past his pink-colored lips. His eyes were becoming a shade of bright orange and his voice was growing scratchy. "Funny he's taking to the poison effects so strangely," Imelda stated. "I wonder if it has to do with a reaction in the zombies." "Whatever it is," Morag interrupted, "cure it quick. Here's the Lotus flower thingies." He handed over the plant, which Imelda took and went to work on her cure. "I better get a nice dinner for this." "Oh, for the love of Roak, pipe down," Widdershins hissed. Morag bit his tongue as Imelda's procedure began on Luca's wound. Luca began to fade into unconsciousness as the cure took effect. He passed out, causing him to fall down to the ground on top of Widdershins. The cat let out a shriek of pain. "get up you fat baffoon!" Katchya and Tical lifted their captain's limp form and leaned him against the caravan. "It should start to cure him. He needs rest." Imelda smiled proudly, feeling confident the procedure will finish as a complete success. Though, she didn't show it, it worried her Luca took to some uncanny side effects. "Lift him up into the back then," Sarissa commanded. It was some unwritten law that if Luca was unable to give command, Sarissa was in charge. Neither Luca nor Sarissa herself made that rule up, but it seemed to be what everyone went by. As quick as she gave the order, Luca was heaved up into the back. He was placed on a bed made of pillows in the back. "What do I get to sleep on?" Tical sniffled. "My fist if you don't shut it," Sarissa snapped. "Let's all try to get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day and whether Luca's awake or not, we're making it to Bendstern." "But I want my dinner," Morag whined. The next thing he knew, he was unconscious laying next to Luca and the rest of the group got some shut eye.[/left] [size=3][b]Part Two: Bendstern, Ahoy![/size][/b] [left]Luca did not, in fact, wake up the next morning, but he was watched over closely by the doctor of the group, Imelda. Sarissa sat at the front of the caravan driving them to Bendstern. Morag appeared from within the cart and sat himself next to Sarissa. He was eating a sandwich. "I hear Bendstern is a port town. We get to see boats." "Don't try to make chit chat with me," Sarissa mumbled. Morag gulped down a part of his sandwich, but not because he wanted to. Simply out of respect. "I'll just... go play lookout with Shins." When he got up on the roof, he was clawed in the face. "Widdershins, you dolt!" It was nearing noon by the time Bendstern was visible on the horizon and was just lunchtime when they arrived in the shipping town. Luca was sadly not awake yet, but was looking better. The streets were full of people and the children were more than happy to see a festiviy like the Secondhand Fiddles cart roll into the small village. The Cold Spades peeked their heads out and grinned. "Show time," Katchya smirked. Sarissa pulled the cart into a spot near the stables. Thats' where they'd remain until they would perform the show that night. [/left]

That's what I'm saying. [spoiler]Anakin's acting was just fine. It seemed poor to some perhaps because it was a tad monotonous, but other than that, I thought it suited it well. It just worked for the situation![/spoiler] And how!

[quote name='Generic NPC #3']You're an actor, but couldn't pick up on the poor acting in this film? :animeknow: [/quote] I wasn't being too picky on the acting. I thought it was done as it should be done (even if I admit the "Nooo!" was retarded). The only other part that I found slightly poor was [spoiler]when Anakin was talking to Obi Wan right before they started fighting. Anakin sounded very monotonous, but I am under the impression that was what they were going for.[/spoiler]

Here's my stab at it. Use it if you like. I had fun doing it nonetheless. [img]http://img273.echo.cx/img273/6049/rebellioncalorman7mk.jpg[/img]

No, I'm just an average guy who hates seeing people waste their lives complaining about useless jumbo :D [spoiler]The "Noooo!" did strike me as retarded, though. He could've at least fell to his knees. It'd look a lot better. I mean, might as well have said "Meh, she's dead. On with the show."[/spoiler] But yes, it was a matter of taste, I s'pose. I enjoyed the movie enough to get my Star Wars fill. Oddly enough I didn't get the feeling I did when I saw the last LOTR. After watching Return of the King, I was terribly sad it was all over. But after Episode Three today, I'm not sad at all. I guess I liked LOTR more and it had more of a dramatic effect on me after seeing what they did behind-the-scenes and stuff (being an actor myself I can relate). Oh well...

I fear that the fact is that [b]hardcore Star Wars fans[/b] weren't as pleased with the 3rd episode as [b]fans and nobodies[/b] were. That's disappointing because as a mediocre fan of Star Wars (as in, I don't drool over the stuff as some of you do) I enjoyed the movie to its full extent. I did not see really any bad acting, I did not hear terrible dialogue, and I most certainly believed everything was tied together perfectly. If you're so picky about the movie, you should be taken out into the middle of the street and beaten with a chair leg and we wish to give you mercy, I shall pour just lava down your pants and not acid. My father goes to a movie forum (where he hardly posts) and there's a whole thread there that's made up of almost 1000 posts within a few days just about George using the "Wilhelm scream" in episode three. That is beyond sad. If these films cannot be enjoyed without having to nit-pick every single thing, then I'm not sure where movies have gone anymore. I'm not very pleased with this at all. I understand it's fun to discuss this sort of thing and have intelligent arguments over certain matters, but things like the Wilhelm thread is a little overdoing it. For God sakes, I even witnessed a thread where people complained about a jedi's lightsaber that was originally green in the old Star Wars episodes was now blue in the remastered DvD versions. For the love of Tie Fighters... Putting aside my frustration with retarded nerds spitting on Lucas' masterpiece, I'd like to congratulate George on a successful saga finally put to rest with its last edition. I was mesmerized throughout the whole third episode and believed it to complete everything perfectly. [spoiler]I feared that he was just going to have Palpetine (pardon me if I just butchered his name) influence Anakin by just a bunch of talk, but since Anakin turned evil for Padme's sake, I was relieved greatly. Everything else just fell into place and even though I hated seeing Anakin turn evil (I did believe they did a good acting job there, so shush >: O ), I was satisfied to see how everything came together in the end. How the storm troopers joined Sidious, how Anakin became Vader, how Padme died, and how Yoda and Obi Wan got to where they were in the last episodes.[/spoiler] A grand end to a grand saga. I do hope they make seven through nine. Why do I sense a load of people yelling at me after this? :P

OOC: Oh, I'm aware he's not an idiot. [left]Luca and Imelda, hand in hand, rushed through the forest as quick as they coukd. Luca had lit his hand on fire with a magic spell to aid them through the darkness. But even with his powers, they missed the drop and fell down a small hill where they tumbled into some bushes and landed on a road. After gaining thought again, then two studied their surroundings. "Where are we, Luke?" "Looks like... the road our caravan is on." Luca started down it, leaving Imelda to catch up. "We're bound to find Morag and Widdershins with the caravan if we keep going down this path." "Maybe they're the other way." Luca stopped and turned. "That's true." He thought on it for a moment. "Well, we can't get seperated again." There was a sudden song in the air, sung beautifully by a voice too familiar. "Morag." "He's singing." "He's probably scared stiff. C'mon." They turned to run in the other direction towards the singing, but were stopped in their tracks by zombies on the road. "Charming," Luca uttered. [b]Back with Morag and Widdershins...[/b] Morag sat himself down after belting out the notes and took a swig of cordial. "What'd you think, Shins? I can call you Shins, right?" "If you do I'll claw out your eyes," she hissed. "Fair enough." Morag lay back on the roof and stared at the darkening sky. The sun was about to fade behind the mountains and stars were already visible. Morag moved uneasily. "So, did you like the singing? It's a song I've been writing." Widdershins growled in her sleep. "Alright, alright. I understand. You're sleeping." Morag stood up and walked over to the edge of the caravan to take another drink of cordial. "Grumpy cat..." That's when he saw Luca and Imelda running down the road towards them. "Hey, Luca!" He waved excitedly, happy to see someone else for a change. "Morag, get something to fight with!" Luca shouted as he ran at a dead sprint. "Why?" "Zombies!" Imelda screamed. The zombies were right on their tails, amazingly keeping up at Olympic speed. Morag screamed and almost fell off the roof. He shook Widdershins awake and clutched his pan. When Luca and Imelda arrived, Imelda disappeared into the cart to grab her potions. Morag leapt down to the ground next to Luca. "Why'd you have to bring the zombies to me?!" "Because Imelda needed potions. We'll try to kill 'em off so you don't have to." Luca stood in front of Morag and readied some light magic on the unholy creatures. "Time to burn..." [/left]

[left]It was obvious the Cold Spades were in it for the money, not the people, so they were more than happy to take the girl's offer. Morag and Widdershins were left at the caravan and the rest set off to the village, Collette pointing out directions from Sarissa's arms. Something was amiss, though. "She's growing pale, sir," Sarissa stated. "So I see," Luca made a face. "Mel, do you have a potion to keep her awake?" "Nothing to keep her awake and healthy, Luke," Imelda replied. "It'd be best if she got rest anyways." "But we have no idea where we are," Tical whined. "We'll be lost without her guidance," Katchya commented. She drew a dagger for safety. Luca sighed. "Wonderful. We're lost then." Sarissa frowned. "She's passed out." "We're doomed!" Tical complained. A swift hit to his head shut him up. "We'll just return back to the caravan and take care of the girl. Otherwise we'll be lost in these woods forever." They all agreed and turned around. "Uhhh... sir?" Tical said. "Where is the path to the caravan?" "There was no path in the first place," Imelda stated. "Great," Luca grumbled. "Tical, the map." "Uh... heh heh..." "The map, Tical." Tical laughed nervously. "I don't have it, sir." "If I wasn't holding a girl, I'd hit you," Sarissa threatened. "I wasn't asked to bring it," Tical said in his defense. "Always bring a map!" Katchya shouted, holding a dagger to his face. "You're the map keeper!" "Calm down, everyone." Luca soothed. "Let's just start walking the way we came." So they did. But it wasn't long before the winding trees seperated them all. Luca looked around and only saw Imelda. Sarissa found herself alone with Katchya and the girl. Tical cried for his mommy when he noticed everyone abandoned him. "What's going on?" Imelda wondered out loud. "How'd we get seperated that easily?" "This forest is peculiar," Luca said, looking around the canopy. "Take my hand. We don't want to be seperated again. We'll keep moving and hopefully run into the others." The others did the same as Luca and Imelda, but it was Tical who didn't move from where he stood alone. "I should've stayed with Widdershins," he grumbled. [/left]

I was actually going to write a thread about this in a long, humorous rant, but this pretty much covering the point :P As I've said several times on AIM to you, James, people don't use the rating system properly. If you go to the Adventure Square and Inn, you'll notice a good 95% of the RPGs are rated Mature for Violence, Language, and Sex. The thing is, a lot of them don't even portray any of the three or very little of it. That or they just overdo it with gore to make it sound adult. To tell you the truth, the rating system may have brought about some crappy RPGs because people make RPGs mature so they can do more stuff when some RPGs can do without it. That's my opinion.

[left]The caravan began to move again, the sound of birds filling the evening air. Luca lashed the reins and the horse picked up speed after swurving around the mess the Molltenders had created. "Hope no one gets hurt on that." "Well, it's their fault if they do," Widdershins scoffed. "If they don't see the big mess up ahead in the first place..." "Pearls of wisdom, Widdershins. You're the real coin of the realm." "If I was listened to more often, maybe the world would be a better place." "It's not every day a cat can talk, so if I were you, I'd shut my trap." Widdershins hissed and perched on the horse's back to sleep. As dusk was arriving, the windows and doors to the caravan closed and Luca yawned a tired yawn. It was a rough day and it was finally coming to a close. But something was amiss. "That's funny," Luca muttered. "What is it?" Imelda asked, poking her head out the front. "We should've been in Bendstern an hour or so ago." "Did you take the right path?" she asked. "I think I did. There was only one fork in the road about fifteen miles back. Have Tical check the map." Imelda disappeared into the caravan and Tical appeared immediately after, map in hand. He sat himself down next to Luca where Widdershins usually presented herself and dug through the map. "Alright, sir, have you seen any signs lately?" "We just passed the sign that marked this trail Rosehundery." "Oh, dear..." Tical muttered under his breath. "What?" "I do believe you were supposed to take the other trail back at the fork." "Oh, for the love of Mindlebuffs. You kidding?" "Not at all, sir. I was never good with jokes." "Damn," Luca swore. "Well, I guess I shall turn us around. We won't be in Bendstern until tomorrow in the late morning then." "I'll inform the others, sir." And with that, Tical disappeared into the cart again. Luca turned the cart around with some swift movements of the reins and off they went back down the trail. Night came quickly to Luca. That or the horse was going rather slow because it arrived before they hit the fork again. So, they stopped the cart and made camp for the night. With some more wood, soup and vegetables, and a small fire spell, the group had dinner cooking. "Everything'll be done in fifteen minutes, sir," Morag informed. "I still think Imelda should be cooking the soup," Luca whimpered. "Nonsense," Morag said just before sticking his bare finger into the hot soap. "YOWCH!" Poor, simple Morag. The rest of the group did their own things. Tical worked on his invention, Imelda dabbled in her alchemy, and Sarissa helped Luca work over the map and some plans on how to thieve the new Dews. And of course, lazy Widdershins slept soundly on the caravan roof. But something caused Widdershins to hiss. Something was in the bushes... but what?[/left]

OCC: Oy... obviously you didn't notice I said it was a "mother" Molltender, not a kid. Watch out for that stuff because it can change the whole thing, sir :P [left]The ground shook and small quakes erupted under the soil before three other Molltenders blasted out of the path, each the size of the caravan. Luca whimpered under his hat as the growling beasts shot spit and drool all over Morag. "Oh, what in Roak's name..." the singer gagged. "Steady, boys," Luca winced. "Imelda, get your potions. Katchya, set up some traps. Morag, clean up and grab something to fight with. Sarissa, do your fighting... stuff. And Tical..." Luca pondered. "Yes, sir?" "Just... go over there for a bit." "Trap is set, Luca" Katchya shouted. "Excellent," Luca replied, jumping out of the way of a thrashing claw and setting another's hair on fire. "How do we use it?" "Have them dig toward those bumps in the road I've made. When they hit 'em, KER-BOOM!" She clapped her hands to add effect, but no one really paid any mind to it since they had enough trouble evading deadly Molltenders. Katchya ran into the combat, daggers drawn. The fight began, but it was getting all three Molltenders to the mines was the trick. "They won't kill them will they?" Morag asked. "Not at all. Just scare the devil out of them," Katchya smirked. Sarissa's fighting moves didn't seem to be effecting the Molltenders much, nor was Morag's pan he stole from the caravan's side. The two were quickly knocked away. Katchya pierced the monsters' sides, but they proved thicker than she believed them to be. Even Luca's magic hardly penetrated. Suddenly, a sharp claw came down and slashed Morag's side. "Why always me?" Morag coughed. The claw came down again, but froze after the Molltender was paralyzed by Imelda's potion. Luca was relieved to see all the Molltenders frozen. "Good timing, Imelda," he grinned. "Not a lot of time, Luke. Get ready to lead them to the bumps." "We have our chance now," Tical said. "Why not stop them here while they're frozen?" "Our weapons are useless against their rough hides. Scaring them is the only chance we have." Luca cast a healing spell to mend Morag's wound enough to close it up. "We'll clean that up when we can," he said. No time to dawdle," Imelda said impatiently. "They'll go back to normal in twenty seconds... if they're weak against it enough." Luca nodded to the other Cold Spades. "Then let's set this trap up."[/left]

[center][img]http://img271.echo.cx/img271/1984/secondhandfiddles0ee.jpg[/img][/center] [center][/center] [size=3][b]Part One: Search For Dew Two[/b][/size] [left]The summer days in Rolani were always brushed with golden breezes and the skies were painted to look as marvelous as a Monet. The streams were lucid and babbling as the frogs and fish leapt along its waters on their own tales of business. The trails, usually filled with squirrels and deer passing through in search of food and a nice place to quench their afternoon thirsts, was bare aside from a caravan moving down the road on its way to the town of Bendstern.[/left] [img]http://img206.echo.cx/img206/6033/image50yy.jpg[/img] [left]A massive horse-like creature pulled the cart along with ease and made a bizarre whinny sound here and there as it smelled the fresh moldle-fruit in the trees from afar. Holding the reins and perched on a seat in the front of the caravan was Luca Wheeltine, a thief profession as his mark. Though he was pressed as a man of magic. Sleeping comfortably next to him was a black cat who went only by the name Widdershins and Widdershins alone. She purred softly as she took in the afternoon rays from the sun. The trees were rather thick on the trail and the canopy let in just enough sunlight through their abundant leaves. Sitting atop the caravan on his back with his right leg hanging down was Morag Dunstibar, a glorious singer who should be admired by all, but sadly has fallen into the work of a thief. Though this is so, he?s full of happiness and blissfully sleeps as the cart goes on. Within the caravan were three others. The girls of the group aside from Widdershins. Sarissa de Leon, Imelda Sorroco, and Katchya Valentine all did their own thing while slacking around the large cart. And lastly, sitting in the doorway on the back of the caravan was Tical Zidane who worked patiently on his new invention, which caused him to curse a word or two from time to time. Indeed, it was a beautiful day and with one Dragon Dew already in the thieves? possession, things were looking up, even if there were fourteen more to go. [I]BUMP![/I] A sudden jolt to the caravan caused Widdershins to wake, Luca to hit his head on the caravan roof, Morag to almost fall off, Tical to fumble his invention, and the girls to all go crashing around inside. ?What?s going on?? Morag asked, peeking over the top. Luca was already inspecting the cart from the ground with Widdershins. ?Looks like it needs mending,? Luca said to no one in particular. He pointed at the busted wheel that had hit a bump in the road the horse could easily pass over. He walked to the back of the cart and poked his head through the open doorway. ?Tical, Katchya, we need your guys? expertise on repairing and tools.? ?Of course, captain,? Tical replied, tossing a broken piece of his invention aside. ?Right away, Luca,? Katchya agreed. They both leapt out of the back of the caravan and went to the wheel to work. Luca got inside the cart and went to take out wood and pans. ?What?re you doing, Luke?? Imelda asked, fixing her outfit from after the crash. ?Since we?re stranded for a moment, let?s make some dinner.? ?It?s already late afternoon,? Sarissa commented. ?Supper will be soon.? ?Nothing heavy. Something light. We can?t miss a meal like dinner.? He hopped out the back and placed the wood and pot down. After starting the fire, he called Imelda out to start cooking some soup from her cabinets. After all, she was somewhat of an alchemist and did make a grand stew. The others, including Luca, got to work on chopping vegetables. Widdershins perched on the roof and watched from there. ?You should help, Widdershins,? Luca said as he finished cutting some carrots. ?I don?t eat it, so I don?t have to make it,? Widdershins mused. She let out several meows that she knew Luca hated. ?Don?t make that sound, Widdershins.? ?Sorry, Luca,? she purred mischievously. She then meowed once more to make him wince and went to sleep.[/left] [img]http://img206.echo.cx/img206/9425/image65li.jpg[/img] [left]Dinner, a meal that tended to be larger than supper, was exceptionally small with just a bowl of soap and some bread. But no one complained. They all ate happily and the wheel was almost completely fixed. It?d only be a half an hour more at the most. ?How long ?til we reach Bendstern?? Morag asked, sipping his hot soup. ?Only a matter of hours now,? Tical replied, finishing off his bread. Luca was leaning against a tree trunk after he had been done eating and watched as the sun went lower into the horizon. It was still very bright out, but sometimes in Rolani, a traveler can lose track of time and before they know it, night has struck. So, after everyone finished up, they took care of their dishes, packed up the pots and such, tossed the firewood away into the trees, and fixed up the wheel. Imelda found Luca staring at the bump in the road, which was very large for not being noticeable. ?What?s the matter, Luke?? ?I don?t know how I missed this bump. My eyes are as sharp as a hawk?s and I didn?t see it at all.? ?You simply missed it. It?s been a long day and when you get drowsy, your eyes play tricks on you.? Luca took off his hat and scratched his blonde hair. ?I still don?t know. I wasn?t fatigued at all then.? ?Luca, the wheel is all fixed!? Tical called from over by the caravan. Imelda took Luca by the arm and lead him back. Everyone admired Tical and Katchya?s work. The wheel looked as good as new. ?You didn?t have to give it a new paint job,? Sarissa muttered. ?I just touched it up a bit here and there,? Katchya mused. ?Now, now,? Luca said, ?no dawdling. We?re already late to get to Bendstern.? ?It?s not like they?re expecting us,? Morag said. Luca tapped his nose and thought. ?Yes, but I wanted to do a night performance. My magic always looks its best at night. Not to mention our thieving skills are best with the stealth of night.? ?We?ll just get there today and perform tomorrow night,? Sarissa advised. ?It?s a lot of time wasted.? ?Especially if the Dragon Dew isn?t there,? Widdershins said, appearing at Luca?s feet. Luca sighed. ?Oh well. Let?s get a move on.? He hopped into the driver?s seat with Widdershins as the rest packed into the caravan. The cart began to move again and everything seemed fine until? [I]BUMP![/I] The cart stopped short after a smaller bump had caused it to go a little wild. Luca leapt off the seat and readied his magic. Tical jumped out of the back. ?Honestly, Luca, can?t you drive right anymore?? ?I don?t know what the trouble is, Tical.? ?I do.? The two of them turned to Widdershins who was sniffing the bump. ?I smell Molltenders.? ?Lovely,? Luca whined. Molltenders were large animals that resembled moles. They move rocks underground to build homes below the Earth. They dislike people above. It?s no wonder they set up traps every time the caravan passed. ?This road must be filled with Molltenders. How can we get by?? ?Easy,? Katchya said from atop the caravan. She had her daggers out. ?They?re just little animals, Katchya. We can?t go and slaughter ?em,? Luca said. That?s when a rather large and furry beast burrowed out of the ground. Its eyes were squinty, its muzzle was long and had jagged teeth. Everyone knew what it was immediately. ?A mother Molltender,? Tical gulped. ?Okay, maybe they?re not so small and innocent,? Luca corrected himself as he readied a fist full of fire. ?Widdershins, make sure the horse doesn?t go haywire and get the others out of the back. We?re gonna have ourselves a brawl.?[/left]

Sign ups have officially [b]CLOSED[/b]. I gratefully thank all of you who signed up and took the time to make your applications the best they can be. Now, the moment of truth: those made it in are... [size=1][i]Sakura Delacroix Ozymandius Jones ThatOneOddDude Pumpkin Unborn Lord Xion[/i][/size] Judging for which ones made it in was difficult, but it was mostly on how well developed your character was and how useful of an asset they'd be to the team. Once again, thanks and the RPG will start later tonight! [img]http://img131.exs.cx/img131/8930/dwwashere9rz.gif[/img]

Well, I'd assume Luca could summon animals with his magic and then there's always Widdershins as the kitty witty. :3 And I'm a horse rider... trust me, if you ride horses [i]a lot [/i], it doesn't hurt to ride long distances for long periods of time. Haven't you seen [b]Hidalgo[/b]? Those guys weren't complaining about their bums hurting! [img]http://img131.exs.cx/img131/8930/dwwashere9rz.gif[/img]

I only add music to the sign ups usually :) I feel it gets people into the mood. And I like it :^D Ahem... I'm leaving sign ups open 'til probably Friday. So far, so good, though. Keep it up!

I'd probably avoid that since, as I've said, we already have a magician and since morphing would be a kind of magic... yeah, you understand. It's easier to think of what the entertainment your character would do first before thinking of their skill. [img]http://img131.exs.cx/img131/8930/dwwashere9rz.gif[/img]

[center][img]http://img271.echo.cx/img271/1984/secondhandfiddles0ee.jpg[/img] [size=2][b]UNDERGROUND[/b][/size][/center] [img]http://img283.echo.cx/img283/1584/bird5mo.gif[/img] Post all questions, comments, and all that other stuff here about [b]Secondhand Fiddles[/b]. I will update the thread with news if needed.

[center][img]http://img271.echo.cx/img271/1984/secondhandfiddles0ee.jpg[/img][/center] [size=4][b]The Dragon Dews Await![/b][/size] [img]http://img283.echo.cx/img283/8514/image12er.jpg[/img] [left]Enter an exciting new world as one of the seven thieves of the Cold Spades gang. Disguise yourself as a performer and endure a quest across the unexpectable world of Rolani in search of the treasured Dragon Dews! But the closer you are to your goal, the more closer you are to a danger far greater than what you can handle.[/left] [img]http://img283.echo.cx/img283/8597/image26dy.jpg[/img] [size=4][b]The Adventure Thus Far?[/b][/size] [img]http://img283.echo.cx/img283/8839/image32pr.jpg[/img] [left]Rolani, a peaceful medieval-based world once bared a grand diamond statue of a dragon named Roak. Roak?s statue perished in a battle against a now-extinct race of ogre. The pieces vanished after the fight mysteriously, but it was said that a master thief had taken every last bit of the statue and then sold them individually across the land to other dark dealers. Of course, any piece of Roak?s statue would be worth a pretty penny, you?d think, but you can be rich beyond your wildest dreams if all pieces are returned as the complete statue. It?d be anyone?s dream that the king of Rolani would pay them such a handsome fee, so it?s no wonder people have tried to get the Dragon Dews?the pieces of the statue?for themselves. But it?s such a difficult task. There are, to be exact, fifteen pieces to collect. And being scattered anywhere in Rolani, they?re exceptionally hard to find. This is where you come in. You?re one of the members of a low-class band of thieves that go by the name of the Cold Spades. You?re used to stealing simple things from food in the market to robbing a mayor?s wig from his chambers. Nothing as intense as your next gig: getting all the Dragon Dews. In order to do so, you must rob people. No problem, right? You?re all thieves anyways. Then the idea hits the Cold Spades. They disguise themselves as a caravan of traveling performers called the Secondhand Fiddles and go from town to town to entertain the crowds (while really searching for the Dews in people?s homes, shops, and streets). Things seem hard enough, but now you have competition. A more feared and notorious band of thieves called the Dead Letters have decided they want the Dragon Dews too, but for a completely different reason. The one who assembles the Dragon Dews into the statue again will summon Roak and unleash an awesome power upon Rolani. He who does so is in control of the Dragon King. Unfortunately for the Cold Spades?er? I mean, the Secondhand Fiddles? they don?t know what will really happen when they assemble the Dragon Dews. They may be in it for the riches so they can retire their career early, but they?ll be even more in over their heads than they believed. Prepare for the race against thieves, time, and the fate of the world of Rolani! Oh? and a whole lotta booty![/left] [size=4][b]Let?s Get Educated![/b][/size] [left] Okay, so you know the basic plot and idea of this RPG. Excellent. Now you just need to know a few more things and then you may sign up. Firstly, this game is rated PG for little violence. So that means I don?t want any sexual content or bad-mouthing and swearing. There may be some alcohol content (such as a man ordering some ale in a pub) and perhaps swearing as far as damn and hell (if it?s kept at a minimum), but this RPG is made for a lot of people and should be kept pretty clean. Nextly, Rolani is not on Earth. It is a fictional medieval landscape made for this RPG. We can mold it as we please. Obviously there are mystical creatures because I mentioned a race of ogres earlier. When the RPG begins, feel free to make Rolani come to life! Also, anyone can sign up. I shall leave the sign ups open for a quite a while. Even if six have signed up, more can too. I will choose the best of the best to join. [b]SIX SLOTS TO FILL.[/b] Lastly, this pertains to the sign up, pretty much. Since we?re thieves (the Cold Spades), we?re used to fighting monsters in the wild and all that. We each have a unique skill that makes us who we are. For example, my character is the spell caster of the group. This is where we combine our disguises with our actual characters. Since they?re disguised as entertainers, their special skill should be used for their performances. If my character, Luca, is a spell-caster, that makes him a magician. So he?ll be using his magic to perform tricks for the crowd while also using it to fight off monsters in the wild. Get it? Get creative there. Maybe a martial artist would be a good acrobat? Think about it. I want you to make sure your skill is different than anyone else?s. It increases your chances of getting in. In other words, since I?m a magician, avoid having the skill of magic.[/left] [img]http://img283.echo.cx/img283/8589/image47ec.jpg[/img] [size=4][b]Register[/b][/size] [left][b]Name:[/b] Try using medieval names. First and last, please. [b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female. Duh! [b]Age:[/b] Preferably twenty to thirty. [b]Skill:[/b] What unique thief skill does this character have? [b]Entertainment:[/b] What performance does this character do using their skill? [b]Appearance:[/b] What do they look like? [b]Personality:[/b] What do they act like? [b]Any Other Info:[/b] Anything else? [/left] [size=4][b]Luca Wheeltine[/b][/size] [left]This is my character. [b]Name:[/b] Luca Wheeltine [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] Twenty-Three [b]Skill:[/b] Spells [b]Entertainment:[/b] Magician [b]Appearance:[/b] For his disguise, Luca dons a tall, purple top hat with a bizarre black belt around the top of the rim. His outfit grows stranger with a long purple coat that?s so lengthy it drags along the floor slightly. He has black pants complete with black boots. His shirt is a dark purple. A brown satchel is tossed around his soldier. His most distinctive feature is his eye-patch on his left eye. He has blonde hair, his only eye is blue, and his skin is slightly tanned from his journeys outdoors. He?s average height and thin. He features are not ugly nor handsome. [b]Personality:[/b] Luca is the leader of the Cold Spades, so naturally he has to have a commanding way about him, right? Not really. He may come up with a plan every now and then and people look up to him to get them out of a jam, but most of the time he has no clue what they?re supposed to do. He?s not dumb, but he?s not intelligent. He?s not constantly serious, for he does tend to crack a joke, but when it comes down to thieving, he?s strictly business. [b]Any Other Info:[/b] Luca stole his best friend?s toy clay horse when they were kids. His friend never knew. This is where his thieving began. He also didn?t feel regret that he took the toy from his friend, even if it was his favorite possession. At least not ?til he was older. Now he just thieves for the pleasure, but never to hurt anyone ever? some of the time, maybe. That about covers everything. If you have any questions or all that jazz, post in the Underground thread. Thanks and good luck. [/left] [center][/center]

[img]http://img56.echo.cx/img56/659/surprised3mt.gif[/img] Saints alive, I have found the beginning theme song for the Super Mario Brothers: Super Show! And for heavens sake, I remember those two guys dancing and rapping around dressed as the Plumber Bros. Man, now I [i]have[/i] to get this on DvD. Memories insist! [center][size=5][URL=http://www.retrojunk.com/media/24/]CLICKAGE![/URL][/size][/center] There are also some other nifty things on that site including the first Zelda commercials ever, as well as some more Nintendo moments. A brilliant website. [img]http://img131.exs.cx/img131/8930/dwwashere9rz.gif[/img]

[img]http://img56.echo.cx/img56/659/surprised3mt.gif[/img] Shame on you, Gavin! As a fellow Gavin, I only expected you to have the same lust and desire for Zorro action! I'm with Manic Webb. I've enjoyed the Zorro films through and through. The kid can only make things bad if he's the annoying kid who wants to always help out and instead causes Zorro trouble. But maybe he won't be such a large problem. Who knows? The film might be like Shrek 2 was to Shrek 1. It may be better than the first! [img]http://img131.exs.cx/img131/8930/dwwashere9rz.gif[/img]

Indeed. My screen name [i]is[/i], after all, Dragon Warrior, the most cliche RPG game in existance. I enjoy a good cliche roleplay every now and again, so here I am :) I just threw in the twist of a cartographer. Haha. Yes. Thanks for posting, nevertheless. [img]http://img131.exs.cx/img131/8930/dwwashere9rz.gif[/img]

[img]http://img56.echo.cx/img56/3333/happy4wb.gif[/img] Heh, I'll keep your logic in mind. You make a fair point, my good Sage. But now I'm questioning if you're a guy or not. Maybe this latest post of yours is a secret code to say "I'm actually a female" [img]http://img56.echo.cx/img56/5017/wink0ql.gif[/img] Or not... [img]http://img131.exs.cx/img131/8930/dwwashere9rz.gif[/img]