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Guess that gives me (AKA, Moritz) a reason to 'take Old Yeller Aiysa behind the barn' so to speak?
(I DO have a plot for her already written, so that Aiysa MIGHT come back, but otherwise, consider her 'gone' from the boat should you return).

In other news, my wireless USB i'd been using for my interwebz was stolen, hence why i'm kinda quiet on myend (but FEAR not, for I'm typing out my adventures offline and i'll post it in one GIIIIAAAAAAANT post once I get proper webz back). I'm currently using my parent's internet, but it's SLOOOOW as heck (to compare, it took me 15 mins ALONE to just load this page, so I do not know how long it will take to post this; blame the 90s modem trololololol). Once I get a new one (or once I get a PROPER connection going), I'll be able to post what i've done so far.

NOOO! DUN GOOO MEIER! It's a trap! Granted, a very grandeur fancy trap, BUT A TRAP NONETHELESS! Have you forgotten the golden rule of traps?

WWAAD? (What would Admiral Ackbar do?)

Spoilers (Just for you Meier)




NOW who will I make terrible puns with?



In other news, finally done with all the silly packing and moving, and i'm now settling in at my new work.

For Echo, because I had a feeling this would happen sometime and I was waiting for it to happen in the story.




Funny story: apparently, some cats LOVE to be thrown in real life.


This post has been edited by ManicMansion - April 29, 2013, 10:42:09.

I tend to stick with 4-6 players in any RP game, tabletop or otherwise. Less people means more interaction between one another, but then the party's skills wouldn't oversee most likely scenarios or events (e.g. not having a sneaky guy for a reconnaissance or spy mission, or not having a charismatic, levelheaded figure when negotiating for a party of roughnecks). Having too many people means having to work on making sure the story encompasses all of their interests, which means more work. Yeah, sure you all are working on creating a story together, but it's ultimately up to the GM (Game Master; normally the one who originally started the RP) to decide where, when, and what things will go and stay.

When in doubt, check the Five Man Troupe trope when deciding if you got your bases(somewhat) covered for any story or RP. Yeah, it is kinda cliche, but most successful stories have implemented this form of trope. Avatar, the Last Airbender being a prime example. Heck, even Wakfu used this trope ;p


tl;dr version: Stick with 4-6 people in any RP story. It'll save you a ton of trouble.

But that's just my 2 cents on the matter

Meanwhile, back on the Black Meow...

Moritz strolled around on the deck of the ship, feeling completely bored out of his (proverbial) skull. He checked up on Aiysa many times, but she was still unconscious, lying in bed. At least the wounds are healing quickly, he thought to himself as he inspected her more carefully. After that, the Sram had nothing else left to do. Sure, he could rob the Captain’s stash of Lalovley stones (he had to store that one stone SOMEWHERE, right?) but with no other scapegobs aboard, the captain would easily surmise that it was the Sram that stole from him.

Still, he wondered what the others were up to. As a professional, Moritz was focusing on his given assignment and was honest about his thoughts regarding the group: the others were just stragglers or riffraff just lugging along with Riko just because she felt sorry for them.

Or she was naive.

Or both...

Moritz sighed. Someone with an open heart like her would never survive the poorer districts of Brakmar. The downtrodden and deprived there were like leeches: once you give them a bite to hold onto, they will suck you dry.

Whatever, long as we find this Eredin Krill. Moritz thought long and hard, trying to forget what Aiysa’s message from before detailed. But he could not forget about it. Try as he might, he was under ORDERS to complete it, and he himself was loathed to see it through. Ironically, for a Sram, Moritz abhorred death and violence, and preferred to find alternative motives to a fight. Only when he had no options left to consider, would he strike. Let’s hope your heart can withstand your loss of innocence, Riko, for what I am to do to Eridin... he thought to himself. Suddenly, he heard a faint crunching noise originating at the bough of the ship. Finding himself curious, the thief made his way there...

As he arrived, he spots what appears to be a rocky, monolithic looking beacon of sorts dropped onto the floor. Odd, Moritz thought to himself. He made his way to it and picked it up. Damn Cra, is he THIS clumsy as to drop one of his...what were they called again?... Incandescent Beacons... on the ship?

Before he realised the trap, it was too late. Within a heartbeat, a flaming arrow came hurtling from the pier’s direction, towards the beacon. Moritz could only gasp, drop the beacon to the floor, and hustle as far away as possible in that mere heartbeat. It still wasn’t enough. The beacon lights up, and flames erupt from its many small holes, incinerating the ship’s wooden floors almost instantly. The knock from the incoming flame eruption caused Moritz to tumble onto the floorboard, with minor burns on his robes.

GAH, I’m on fire! Gotta get this out quick, or I’m a walking bomb!

Moritz quickly rolled onto the ship’s floor, trying desperately to quell the fire ravaging his robe like larva on a cheap cloth. Thankfully, it was designed to be flame retardant (since he WAS carrying bombs and other minor explosives within it after all), but the robe still was alight. Whatever that was, that spell was powerful. As he rolled, focusing on getting the flames off him, he could hear smoke bombs landing and bursting across the deck, as well as footsteps making their way onto the ship. But the Sram could do little to stop it. If he did not get these flames out, he was certain... no... SURE his bombs would take him AND half the ship out!

As the Sram finally extinguished the remaining few flames off his robe, he stood up and noticed the ship was covered in a thick, smoky fog. He could also hear the footsteps getting louder...moving TOWARDS his direction. Moritz quickly pulled out his Sawp, but to no avail. Before he could get the weapon out, his arms were grabbed by the sides, his legs kicked out from behind him, and he felt a swift, painful kick to his face... all at the same time!

Moritz was quickly losing consciousness, but not before he could hear two voices from within the fog.

Mysterious Assailants Theme

“Ship secured, Hachiman. Opposing forces neutralized. One injured. Found in a room. One located on ship bough and... restrained. Target: Sram thief. Name: Moritz. Threat level during briefing: Minimal. Threat level currently: None. No other resistance offered. Zero witnesses. Flawless entrance.” A female voice said in a monotone, matter-of-factually voice.

“Most excellent, Skarlett.” A gruff, male voice could be heard, quite full of himself by the sound of it.

As the smog starts to dissipate, Moritz could only dizzily watch as six figures stood on the bough. Four of them wore black ninja garbs, with crimson bandanas covering their faces. The other two stood more out. One wore a standard black leather jerkin, with a longbow strapped behind his back. His face looked handsome and gruff, with a stubble of beard across his face, unkempt hair, and a black eye patch on his right eye. The other wore the standard Sram pajamas, only red crimson. Her face was much softer, save for a large scar crossing from the top left of her face, ending on her right cheek. Her hair was cropped and auburn colored, and her eyes were crystal blue in color. Her mask was a crimson color, much like her clothes. If not for the scar, Moritz could have mistaken the woman for a noble with such fine features.

Moritz eyes closed, and the void soon took him into it’s embrace...

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OOC: And that was just part 1 of an 8 part side story (read: takes place parallel to the main storyline, so don’t expect him to arrive at the others till this is done and visa versa) of Moritz’s solo Sufokian adventure.

Just who ARE these insidious invaders? Are they natives... or are they from abroad? What ARE their intentions? What ARE they here for? Will Moritz escape the clutches of his OMINOUS assailants? And truly just HOW MANY licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?

All these questions answered and much more in the thrilling 8 part (now 7) story that is...

SUFOKIA ROYALE!

...starring our favourite Sram, Moritz!


Stay tuned, fellow readers! Same KiP Channel, Same KiP Time (just kidding; this will probably be all posted next month :p)

Educational fact: Hachiman is the name for a Japanese deity of war AND archery


This post has been edited by ManicMansion - April 21, 2013, 19:17:10.

Here's a trailer to satiate some of your curiosity.

As for when it was aired, i'd guess sometime last year. It's basically Kerubim astounding his young apprentice (a young Joris, of all people) with daring tales of his (mis)adventures in the past. Far more jovial and lighthearted compared to Wakfu (though I only watched a few episodes so far).

As for finding english subbed episodes, you'll have to look around the net via Google-Fu (I've heard of a group of fans translating and subbing the episodes somewhere on 4chan though (the same guys who helped subbed the Wakfu episodes as well, I believe); hope that'll lead you into the right direction).


This post has been edited by ManicMansion - April 20, 2013, 20:57:02.

Moritz made his way off the boat, just like the rest. Truth be told, he felt something... sinister in the air with the city. Though it was (mostly) abandoned by most of the Sufokian population, the thief felt a bit of unease at the whole prospect.

If this city is deserted, why do I get the feeling we're being watched, he thought to himself. He had heard from the Brakmarian scuttlebutt that Sufokia too had a seedy underground, led by criminal families. However, whatever he felt... felt familiar. It was then he realized Riko was busy talking to the ship captain and his daughter.





Normally, the thief would find a myriad of excuses and explanations as to how leaving the defenseless and vulnerable ship with a THIEF would be a bad idea, but this time Moritz merely grunted. He had a feeling something bad might happen. However, he couldn't tell if it was Riko's party, or the Pandawa. Taking a gamble, the Sram decided the boat would be safer.

If Riko gets captured, he could just track her down. If she was... well... 'disposed' of, I could just find the Book on my own.

"Bah! Fine! I'll stay behind! You just pray the boat's still here when you get back. I have a feeling something's...off. You be careful, Riko. Could care less about your little cheerleader squad, but your neck's worth more to me on your body than bleeding on the floor, you got that?"

Leaving it like that, Moritz merely strolls back onto the boat, whistling an old Brakmarian tune of "Osamodas save the Royal Tofu" while deciding what to do to keep himself busy on the boat.

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Meanwhile...

In the dark corners of a nearby alleyway overlooking the piers, two shadowy figures watch as the party strolls off towards the city proper. Both eye each other carefully, as one talks to the other using a silent form of sign language.

"Find leader. Target in sight. Begin Operation." the one figure signaled to the other. The other figure merely nods as he swiftly disappears into the shadow, making his way to his master...

Speaking of brain mush, gonna hit the proverbial hay right now, before I too become a zombie slave.

Tomorrow's my last day of work, followed by a week of packing and stuff.

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UPDATE:
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WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM TO BRING YOU AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!

Well, tomorrow's moving day, so I posted up my last (online) Moritz post till I get a stable connection again. I'll have a simple wireless connector, but it has a severely limited bandwidth cap, so i'l lbe rarely on the forums till I get my old interwebz back.

I'll try to log on at LEAST once a week to read what's going on, but until then, I won't be able to properly post.

What does that mean for me, you may ask? Well, I'll be writing up a MEGA, SUPER SPECIAL AWESOME offline adventure for Moritz, that i'll post up once I get stability.

You ever wondered in RPG games what your benched NPCs do in their free time while you're always off adventuring? Find out... in ONE MONTH!

STAY TUNED FOR MORITZ MOST EXCELLENT ADVENTURE (TIME)! Notice: May or may not contain a transforming dog!
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Most notably not!)

WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULAR PROGRAMMING...


This post has been edited by ManicMansion - April 18, 2013, 08:39:21.

Help! Help! We're being repressed!





This post has been edited by ManicMansion - April 15, 2013, 23:36:29.

I'm... I'm a mansion? D:


I'm not THAT fat.  


This post has been edited by ManicMansion - April 15, 2013, 22:24:07.

So much for Operation Hostage/Meatshield.

Curses! Foiled again...

Pffft, the Sufokian Mafia? Puleezzzzzeeee... Mere guppies compared to the real Sharkmen of the seedy underbelly of the world of twelve.

Moritz has the (spoilers for those not wanting to know, but chances are you WILL read this anyway cause your a human)



on his back, and believe me... they always offer you deals you just CANNOT refuse!

You think Brak was bad already? These guys THRIVE in it!

Just another question: Is Kojak's kid coming along to the joint (good to teach your kids responsible gambling while their young :p), or is she stationed on the boat as well?

Juuuuuust curious is all


This post has been edited by ManicMansion - April 15, 2013, 21:28:54.

Remember boys and girls...

Or become a HIPSTER! Whistle the anthem BACKWARDS! That'll surprise them (even moreso if you can actually pull it off :p)

Also: table talk aside, would Kojak even allow any stranger (much less a SRAM of all people) to stay behind on his boat while he's off it?

Kojak: "Gonna have to lead these stangers to my wife's gambling joint. What's that? SURE! Let's leave the thief to keep an eye on my boat. I see no problem there..."


This post has been edited by ManicMansion - April 15, 2013, 21:01:25.

Judging by Vene's profile, he/she/it hasn't posted any comments in the forum since 23 March.

"Whose this here Lady Celestrium? Another 'friend' of yours? Seem you lot make (or piss off) a lot of friends lately." Moritz asks in feigned ignorance and curiosity.

Of course, he (secretly) met her back at the tunnel out of Bonta those few days ago, but he had to be certain what relationship the group had with this supposed 'descendant' of goddess Sacrier. He didn't like her arrogant tone either, but then again, he was like that to all kinds of nobles in general.


This post has been edited by ManicMansion - April 14, 2013, 16:33:53.

Must be Bugfu, since my Ankabox is once again filled to... 25% *le sigh*

Time to clean up once more.

Well, its back to 0% now, so try again.


This post has been edited by ManicMansion - April 14, 2013, 13:58:35.

Moritz scoffs. “Kid, if the poor had a kama for every time they believed things would be better for themselves or when they have a sliver of hope... we’d have a lot of rich nobles then. Free tip: Always trust your guts and when that fails, your own wits.” Moritz stands behind Lorenzie and ruffles her hair once more. “At least your gut’s honest.” Moritz jokes.



Moritz lurched the least though, he’s getting used to the Xelor’s appearance. Meier then spoke to Moritz...



Moritz stops ruffling Lorenzie’s hair, and then crosses his arms on his chest. “I recall you had no choice either, or did Bonta’s prison or taste not suit you? What was bad? The food? The ambiance? Oh! Oh! I bet it was the lack of anything to do! Yeah, prison is kind of like that. All work and no play, you know?” he answers snidely.



Knowing full well Meier was asking rhetorically, he replied behind Meier’s back, regardless if he was listening or not. “I've had worse. I’d give that there nest a six out of ten. You should try it as well.” He replies as he remembers a time he once had to hide in a barrel for over a week. Not to mention that it was filled with week old crabby anchovies at that time. Took me weeks to get that smell out of my armor...

When the Cra made his way to the rest of the group, Lorenzie was suddenly trying to close her eyes and was covering her ears, acting in a maddening way.



Moritz eyed her strangely. Kid was acting strangely, more often than usually, though her suffering seems to be genuine. Though he was a loner and often kept to his own devices, Moritz wasn’t deaf to the mercy of those around him. And though he never felt a care to adults or troublemakers, he did have a soft spot for children. He would often mislead pursuers who would hunt the urchins on the street (whether it was due to a theft or for mere simple sport; yeah, some people ENJOYED hunting others for fun in the deep recesses of Brakmar), and would often donate the odd kama or hundred (usually spares he stole during a break in of a noble's house; Moritz never did like monetary value anyway).

Pulling out his Sawk, Moritz focused on a deception spell onto the weapon, then aimed at what he hoped where the nerves were that controlled Lorenzie's auditory systems. Srams had a unique affinity towards Wakfu energies. Every being in the world of twelve had the capability to control and manipulate Wakfu towards their own needs and abilities. Xelors, for example, could alter the elements and flow of time, whereas Ecaflips could alter chance itself, and Sadidas could control plant life (basically, the physical world all around them). Some, like Iops and Cras, could enhance their bodily functions (the power of their muscles and their keen eye coordination, respectively). Then there were some that could alter their environment’s senses. Srams fell into this latter category. Srams were gifted to alter the perceptions, senses and emotions of those around them. Not completely though, but subtle actions, just like the deceiving god Sram intended. A normally fearless Iop warrior, for example, could suddenly have second thoughts before travelling into a dark avenue (where a Sram was hiding from his pursuers), or a usually acute Enutrof could suddenly lose sight of his kama he just had in his hand, when he heard a strange noise from behind him (oblivious to the Sram who just stole it while he was distracted). Moritz, through years of trial and error, has mastered the gift of misdirection into an art form, and discovered that altering a person's senses worked most effectively when he could physically transfer his Wakfu energies via touch.

“Sorry kid, but this might sting a little,” he quietly whispers before hitting Lorenzie across the back of her head. Though the hit was relatively painless, it still had a slight ache to it. Before she could respond though, her hearing started to dissipate, resulting in a slight numbness and ringing in her ears. “That should help you out,” he said. “Though it’ll hold only for half an hour at most. I recommend finding earmuffs in Gutted Plaza once we make landing.”

The then pondered for a moment. “Wait, why am I explaining this to you? You probably can’t even hear me.”

This won’t get those noises away, but at least it’ll give you some peace of mind, Moritz thought to himself.

"It can't be! Th-those.... Those two?!.... Why are they...?!...... No..... no no no no...... The rhythm of those footsteps..... There's no mistaking it!" Lorenzie cried out.

"I'm sorry, what did you say? I didn't quite get that. Mind repeating?" Moritz said as he placed his Sawk back into his robes, crossing his arms once more.


This post has been edited by ManicMansion - April 14, 2013, 13:16:28.

I can imagine Ursala having daydreams that end like this for Vanguard.

OOC: Moritz is kind of a scheming, conniving thief, but if anything, he does have a sliver of compassion, specially if it involves kids.

Being a former street urchin himself, he abhors kids getting bullied (or worse) and more often than not would find a way to 'even' the odds if it were. He also hates suffering, having been raised in the merciless streets of Brakmar. But he's no fool, and knows when he's being played.

So when he hit Lorenzie on her head, he was actually doing her a favour, hoping to dampen her hearing and give her some mercy for her suffering.

Just my 2 cents. AND I'M STICKING WITH IT!


 


This post has been edited by ManicMansion - April 14, 2013, 13:04:45.

DO NOT WANT  


This post has been edited by ManicMansion - April 13, 2013, 14:10:41.

Apologies for the long awaited post, but I decided not to do some thieving for the time being. Mostly cause it would be a long post (and I lost the original draft to a black out), and the fact that i'll be moving later this week, so I didn't want to slow down the RP somewhat.

I decided to do the thieving post next time (IF) we board Kojak or someone else's boat, but for now, I just want to get this proverbial ball rolling (we were after all, almost for a month on this boat; LETS MOVE THE PLOT, SHALL WE?!)

If we by any chance DON'T get to land on Sufokia before I move, I'll just mail Omega my last post (the one that will get Moritz and probably Aiysa out of the party for the time being). That way, you can have a ball while Moritz does other stuff (and appropriately post what he DID do during that time, once I get back).

I mean, it's not like Moritz is popular or anything, amirite...

And on the subject of waiting on others: WAKEY WAKEY, INAMORA AND MEIER!


This post has been edited by ManicMansion - April 13, 2013, 13:44:02.

Theme: Some calm before the storm music, so to speak (Morning Sufokia Theme; Peacetime)

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Moritz awoke to the sounds of battle in the distance. Having curled up and slept in the crobak’s nest, Moritz woke up groggily, stretching like a well rested bow meow getting ready for the next day. He stood up and looked on at the horizon.

What he could see were an assortment of Amaknan frigates, galleons and transports making their way towards Sufokia’s coast, their glistening golden hulls and masts (made from sturdy Redwood planks) glowing on the horizon , and the Amaknan emblem (a golden Royal Gob’s head sticking out its tongue) on their flags flapping proudly in the wind. Huh, Amakna sure likes to make an entrance. Truth be told, Amakna was quite a peaceful and sovereign nation compared to others. However, while the other nations boasted and used their military more often, Amakna prefers to use their own forces only during serious times of war. So when Amakna’s fleet shows up here in Sufokia’s own seas, you knew something big was about to happen.

Moritz eyed the tattered city beyond the incoming Amaknan fleet. It appeared to have been battered and shattered, with most of the once splendorous towers that dotted the once proud city into nothing more than charred husks of their former selves. Smoke billows out wherever the eye could see, and canoon fire could be heard from time to time. Ships, once used for more peaceful activities like fishing and sailing, lain crushed and destroyed across the sea. Some bowsprits jutted out of the shallow areas of the ocean floor, now abdicating themselves as mere tombstones for their former vessels. What a dump, Moritz thought to himself. Still, beats Scara Pass, he shrugs.

The Sram looks once more at the battlefield, before climbing out of the nest, shimmying off the mast and using the riggings as a makeshift zipline down towards the deck. He landed gracefully on to his feet, before making his way to the railing, where the rest of the ‘party’ was standing. Ignoring the Sacrier, Moritz greets the rest.

“Well, Morning, ladies! Got a good night’s rest?” Then looks back towards Sufokia. “Do remind me again whose BRIGHT idea it was to come to Sufokia while in a war? Or for that matter, why are we going TOWARDS that? Let’s paint a bulls-eye onto our boat while we’re at it.”