Radio NES: And all the Gods Fell Down

Radio Noer said:

"Who are you, and why do you need access to the archives?" the Keeper responded "we cannot let just anybody into these vaults"

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I am... (Druza rememberd how foolishly cluless these people were, ah so foolishly young, if the knew, they would not comprehend even a tenth of the Truth!) a retired student of medicine, pressured into service to help heal those who defend our glorious capital from the vile invaders! I require some of the tomes contained within this glorious vault, to refresh my aging memory, before my service is required in our homelands valiant defense! Yesssss.

"Very well" the Keeper said "but you must hurry, we are about to close for the night"

Freeze a Crowd:

"Hey Jan, isn't this wonderful?" Otto asked Jan as he stepped through the door. At this point Jonas stopped paying attention. As soon as the third man walked through the door, Jan, apparently, he had developed a splitting headache. Their strange conversations were starting to really annoy him. He was about to snap at them, when his grandfather clock hit midnight.

The large clock chimed twenty four times, indicating that it was midnight. The noise was almost unbearable for him because of his headache, but for Nila and her strange collegues, the noise sent them into a mad panic.

"What is that infernal noise?" said Jan, as he cluched his ears.

"It must be Ragnarock!" said Otto, as he pulled out his sword. "Time to show the world the true meaning chaos!!!"

"NO!" shouted Joanas, finally losing his temper. "It's just my clock! It's midnight! Not the end of the world! Bloody hell!"

"Does something unsual happen at midnight?" asked Nila as she madly scribbled in her notebook "Facinating."

"Yes," said Joanas in a passive-agressive tone "something DOES happen at midnight. It's the time when this establishmen't clients pay for their accomidation and go the sleep!" Otto shrugged and pulled off one of his gauntlets.

"Is this sufficent payment barkeep?" asked Otto. Joanas held the metal. Before the first war, he was a miner. He knew the difference between real gold and fake gold, and this was the real deal. Why anyone would wear armor that was made of pure gold was beyond him, but he didn't make a habit of prying into his client's private affairs.

"Yes," said Joanas "this will be suffcient. Now please, go to bed." Otto and Nila walked up the stairs, Nila explaining the finer points of sleeping to Otto. Jan started to walk up the stairs, but stopped half way and looked at Joanas.

"Sorry about that headache." said Jan "I still haven't gotten full control of this situtation yet. Here, let me fix it for you. Good night." Jan walked up the stairs and Joanas's headache dissappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

These people were strange. They seemed harmless enough but...he couldn't shake the feeling that they were hiding something. And it worried him. Jonas shook those thoughts out of his head. Short of divine intervention, he had a long night of cleaning ahead of him before he could get into the sweet embrase of sleep.

OCC: Ragnarock is the Viking's version of the apocolyspe. I hope that this RP is okay with everyone else's respective gods, if you want me to change it just say so.

Official lock!

As the surviving gods fanned out, they found shelter in various parts of New Roisland. One spot, in particular, seemed quite active as Nila, Otto, and Jan all ended up at the Quiet Little Owl, an inn run by the now overworked Joanas. Andrew Nantz went directly to the warlord’s residence. Procell ended up in a church. Arkos and Silas find themselves in an infirmary to treat minor wounds from the attack. Druza ended up going to the city archives to try to find his manuscript. Iain is one of the worse off characters, as he is currently unconscious, however, Jeena is nowhere to be seen.

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New Roisland is now afflicted with a strong siege by the Coalition. Even access on The Great Lake of Roisland has been severely restricted and will soon be cut off for the duration of the siege. The citizens are growing concerned that the city’s stockpiled food supply will not be distributed evenly or will run out too quickly. However, the warlord is confident the city will be able to repel the siege and eventually take the fight to the Coalition.

Citizens of New Roisland the radios across the city blared do not be alarmed by our current situation. Our great leader has taken the appropriate precautions for such an event. Do not be concerned and return to your day to day activities with as much normalcy as possible. In due time we will strike against those who want us eliminated and we shall be victorious!

The broadcast finished. A man in a policeman’s uniform walked down the dingy streets. He pulled his collar up as rain began to fall. He ran his fingers on a revolver in his pocket. He dodged down an alleyway, there was always crime in the alleys.

At the end of the alley was a man, struggling with a woman for her purse. The policeman pulled out his revolver and shot the man in the leg. The woman fled with her purse in hand. The policeman walked slowly up to the thief.

“Do you know why I shot you?” he asked

The other man just writhed in pain.

“I shot you because you broke the law. It’s only fair that if you break the law, the very codes meant to protect you from guys like me, I will break you”

“Please, please don’t hurt me” the thief groveled “I just needed the money for food”

“Maybe you should have thought of the consequences before you did it” the policeman stuck the revolver under the man’s chin. “I don’t usually do this, but I’ll give you the option of your last words”

“Please...please...please...”
A shot resounded from the alleyway. The policeman walked out of the alleys, his face twisting and contorting painfully until it became a bit closer to the thief's in his hand he carried the thief’s clothes. As his face continued to slowly, painfully contort, he began to whistle a low, eerie tune. Later that night, a new radio report was heard by all who were tuned in.

We have received reports of a missing police officer, presumed dead. If anybody sees a man of about five feet ten inches tall in full uniform acting suspiciously, do not approach him. Consider him armed and extremely dangerous. Do not be a hero, call the police department with information regarding his location and disposition.

Saevus Aequitas had survived the Fall, and was was none too happy.

The time is now midday, one day after the Fall.

The high-pitched whistle of a tea-kettle on the stove called Gertrude back to the kitchen. On the way to the stove, she passed the still asleep figure that she had brought in last night. What a strange fellow, she thought. He had came to the neighborhood sometime last night and pounded on all the doors he came to, all the while screaming he had Hypothermia and needed to see a doctor.

The poor guy was very lucky, he almost succumbed to the cold. If he hadn't passed out on her doorstep, she would have left him for dead. You cant tell nowadays if they are legitimately sick or just trying to get in your house to rob you. The reason thieves sunk to that level now was almost everyone in the city had boarded up their doors and windows, fearing the attack by the Coalition. She personally hadn't boarded hers up, having faith in the defenses of New Roisland.

As she took the kettle off the stove to cool, she heard the man stir and moan. She left the kitchen to stand behind the man's cot, anxious to greet him. He had managed to struggle into a sitting position, looking very weary.

"Slow down, you don't want to sit up too quickly," She instructed him. He stiffened up, slowly turning his head to see her.

"Who in my name are you?!" He yelled, obviously fearing her.

"Calm down, my name is Gertrude, I"m a retired nurse." She soothingly told him, but wary herself. "Who are you?"

"My name is... Iain," Announcing 'Iain' like it meant something important.

"Welcome, Iain, to my home. You are very lucky to be alive. That hypothermia you had almost killed you."

"So I was right... it was hypothermia," Mumbling to himself. "Tell me... Gertrude, could I stay here, at least for the night?"

'Well, since muggings and shootings are taken place on the street alot more frequently these days, I suppose you could."

"Thank you, Gertrude."

"Would you like some tea? Will take some of that chill off of you." Making her way back to the kitchen.

"Tea? I always wanted to try that! Sure!" Iain replied, eyes shining.

"What the hell is this?" Jacqueline demanded of the burly security guard standing in front of the ticket booth.

"Orders are transportation is to be restricted in and out of New Roisland," the guard announced in a monotone. "The train station has been closed to enforce the order."

"You can't do this! Everyone is going to be trapped in a damned slaughterhouse any day now!"

"Disperse, or I will be forced to take action." the guard stated, brandishing a handheld club.

Jacqueline told the guard to do something anatomically impossible with the club, but ran off before she got her other arm hurt. Swearing, she kicked hard at a discarded tire iron, catapulting it across the street but leaving a stinging pain in her big toe. Feeding herself wasn't the major issue anymore, she realized. The Coalition was coming to chew up and spit out this whole city, and there was a damn good chance she's be stuck in the middle.

A shout was heard some distance away, and Jacqueline spun around to get a better view. Through the crowded street, she spotted a stocky bald man with a very red face screaming his lungs out at some poor soul. As she drew closer, their conversation came within earshot.

"B-but it wasn't stolen, I only..."

"Balderdash! You lifted that from my pocket you son of a goat! I'll have you flayed!"

"No, listen, please..."

Jacqueline cleared her throat, and both men turned towards her. To her surprise, she saw that the victim of the shouting bout was the strange, pale man from the hospital.

"What's going on here Mr. Joffre?"

The bald man squinted at her, then her eyes widened.

"Why you're that... Jacqueline girl, right? The one that turned in Carter?"

"Yeah, nice to see you again. Has Barnaby gotten over that little incident?"

Joffre chuckled. "You turned in his son, Jackie. It's not something that's easy to forgive."

"Hey, he knew the rules of the game. You get caught, you're on your own. It was either him or every fence from here to the Razorback Mountains."

"True. Shame you got black-balled though, you were one of the best smugglers we ever had."

Joffre turned back to look at Silas, who cowered under his furious glare. "As for you..."
"Joffre, out of curiosity, what exactly happened here?"

Joffre reached out and snatched a small metal object from Silas' quivering hands.

There was another mechanical clicking noise, which Jacqueline assumed was the object Joffre had in his hand as he waved it around.

"This scum stole my lighter!" he charged. "Didn't even try to hide it when he snatched it, the scoundrel! If he thinks he can steal from me, he can..."

"Joffre, that's not your lighter." Jacqueline said with a chuckle. "I distinctly remember that you had a skull engraved on it."

Joffre blinked then glanced at the lighter. There wasn't a mark on it, artificial or otherwise. Embarrassed, he handed the lighter back to Silas.

"Apologies. Perhaps I should not be so hot-headed. I probably forgot the blasted thing again."

Jacqueline sighed dejectedly, knowing that Joffre only misplaced things when the smuggling ring had to move. As Joffre bid her good day and turned to leave, Silas stepped forward.

"T-thank you, Jacqueline," he said, smiling nervously. "I thought he was going to kill me."

"Nah, Joffre's not the violent type. You're just lucky he didn't call the guards on you."
Silas nodded, still clutching the lighter.

"Where did you find that thing anyway? Looks nice."

"I...made it."

Jacqueline shook her head. "Seriously, where? Don't worry, if it's stolen I won't tell."
To her surprise, Silas seemed angered at this statement. "I made it." he repeated bluntly.

Jacqueline got the feeling, despite her misgivings, that he was telling the truth. "You must be a pretty good with your hands then. It looks well-made."

Silas didn't reply.

"Silas, I don't know how long you've been here, but you need to try to find a way out of here. The Coalition is coming to ransack the place, and not many are going to be left alive when the smoke clears."

"I'm trying," Silas said sadly. "Every road out is blocked off, and the station has been shut down. I'm not sure if it's possible to leave now."

"Yeah, I had the same trouble. Pretty much every way out the government knows about is..."

Realization struck Jacqueline like a bolt of lightning. Silas gave her a strange look, then turned to leave.

Without thinking, Jacqueline grabbed Silas' arm and tugged him in the opposite direction. They soon bumped into Joffre, who was perusing through a wrinkled newspaper. Jacqueline called his name, and he looked up with a start.

"Jackie, what..."

"Joffre, I have a favor to ask. The ring is bugging out of the city, right?"

"Yes, but why..."

"Can me and my friend join you?"

Joffre 's eyes widened at the prospect. She knew that her inclusion of Silas in the arrangement probably hurt her chances, but something drove her to ask about him too. Pity, maybe.

"Jacqueline, I'm not sure. You've been out of the loop for a while, and if Barnaby found out..."

"Please, Joffre? For old time's sake?"

Joffre stroked his chin as he pondered the offer. Finally, after what seemed like decades, he poked his thumb at Silas.

"Can I trust him?"

Jacqueline lifted Silas' arm and showed Joffre the bandage still attached. "See this? He was shot by the guards near the border during the shooting yesterday."

Joffre laughed heartily. "Any man who gets shot by the guards is trustworthy in my book. Alright then, meet Marco at the usual time and he'll tell you what to do. You remember, right?"

"Like it was yesterday." Jacqueline said, grinning in spite of herself. As Joffre left, Jacqueline felt like dancing. She had herself a ticket out of the city. For the first time since she left the smuggling business, things were going right again!

"I'm confused," Silas said, twisting out of her grip.

"We're getting out of here Silas." Jacqueline said gleefully. "Me and the old gang."

"Uh, old gang?" Silas said, looking lost.

"No worries, they're a friendly bunch." Jacqueline said, giddy from excitement. " You don't seem like you've made a lot of friends in your lifetime, have you?"

Silas rolled his eyes. "You have no idea."

OCC: I'll post something here soon, RL is a bit busy at the moment. Yeah.

Druza looked through the shelves of medical knowledge in the vault with a fascination that was reminiscent of his better days. How far mankind had gone, while missing such an obvious and life saving, nay life creating, life restoring secret as he had found! One would think they would have become suspicious, but the bigger a group of people, the less easily they see obvious things! He opened another of the ancient tomes, only several years after his time, detailing a wonder known as Penicillin. They had found so much, avoiding an obvious trick that would outshine them all! Yesssss. I know the trick! I will outshine them all, but first....

The begginings of a plan were forming in Druza's head. He was lucky that the gods were stuck in the city, at least until the coalition inviasion. He knew also, that they would likely participate in the battle... Bloodshed draws divine beings after all, like moths to a lantern flame! He needed a weapon, one that would rule over the remenants of the gods divine power. Surely what was left was not much to overcome! The people here made such weapons in great numbers, but used them against in one another in disputes that proved trivial compared to the death of our ancient slavers! He would use the knowledge of these tomes of medicine, if not to restore his ancient knowledge, than at least to mascarrade as a battlefield medic and obtain the weaponry he needs! Yesssss. Revenge shall be mine at last!

Druza continued his walk down the vault of knowledge, still hopeing to find some part of his own forgotten truths.

OOC: Does Druza find his old books telling of his studies?

spaceman98 said:

OOC: Does Druza find his old books telling of his studies?

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Druza looks high and low, but only finds a half of his studies, it appears as though the second half was ripped out and the pages rebound.

Rain again. Jacqueline pulled her coat around herself tighter and swore under her breath. It rained way too much in Roisland. At times, she was almost jealous of the people who lived west of the Razorbacks, where it almost never rained. Even if it did, there was always another heatwave to cover up the bitter cold that hung around afterwards. Yet another reason to leave this wretched place.

Silas didn't seem too happy either, for that matter. Shivering violently, he looked utterly miserable. Jacqueline couldn't decide if it was because of the cold or the fear of meeting new people. Maybe both.

There was a scraping sound nearby, and Jacqueline turned around. Through the darkness, she saw a large figure approaching, huddled against the cold. As he drew closer, the face became familiar.

"Nice to see you again Jacq," Marco said, giving a silly looking grin.

"I could say the same to you," Jacqueline replied, smiling. Marco nodded silently, then glanced over her shoulder.

"That the feller Joffre mentioned?" Marco asked. Silas gave a small whimper.

"His name's Silas. I can vouch for him."

Marco nodded again, then gestured for them to follow. Jacqueline complied, tugging along the hesitant Silas so he wouldn't fall behind. The metallic clicking was drowned out by the downpour.

They walked for a few blocks before a shout was heard behind them. While Silas responded with a shout to match it, Marco dashed past them, vanishing in the downpour. Jacqueline wondered if they were being suckered before Marco reappeared.

"Looks like someone's been poking his nose where it shouldn't belong." He jerked a thumb behind him as two more figures emerged. The rain was too strong to see them clearly, but one seemed to be restraining the other.

"We'll see what Joffre wants to do with this one when we get there," Marco explained. "Let's move."

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"Jackie is 10 minutes late". Joffre pulled out his skull-engraved lighter, flicking the flame alive underneath the roof of the building. "I don't know what is holding her up, but this better be good". The wad of tobacco making a makeshift cigar was slid into the fire; a reassuring peace for the turbulent times.

As soon a Joffre put the stick into his mouth, the door opened almost as if it was on cue. Joffre did a quick role-call in his mind, "There's Jackie, Marco, Mercutio, Silias, and..., he paused. Mercutio was holding some kid by the arms, who was struggling to get free. "Who the devil is this punk?", the bald man finished his thought out loud.

"This genius over here had the bright idea of eavesdropping into our conversation", replied Mercutio, "I wanted to off him right then and there, but some people didn't agree with that". He rolled his eyes as the kid tried to scream, meeting only the futility of being gagged with an old rag.

"I think Silas knows this guy, but Mercutio has been in his own world and kept ignoring us", Jacqueline blurted out. The ill-looking man nodded in agreement. Joffre whiffed out an air of smoke and decreed, "Mercutio, please be kind enough to ungag our little guest".

"Why bother? I could easily just slice his throat, and we wouldn't have a problem anymore", Mercutio countered. The bald man retorted, "No, I don't think we should do it to even yellow-bellied snakes if they are kids. Just ungag him". He could tell Mercutio mumbled something underneath his breath as the rag disappeared from the kid's mouth, who started gasping for air.

"Now, you got a name?", the smoker asked. He took another whiff of the jury-rigged cigar, staring at the captive. "Uh... yes. My name is Arkos. I-", he managed to say before Joffre interrupted him. "Mhm, that's nice, Arthose. Silas says he knows you, isn't that right?", he accusingly said.

The boy looked over to look at Silas, and said, "So, that's his name? Silas? I swore I heard that from somewhere before". Joffre glanced at Silas, who looked shocked and frightened from that comment. He then asked, "Would you care to explain that?".

"He's a friend of mine from a long time ago. He doesn't remember me, but I remember him", the ill looking man responded. Now Joffre was the one shocked in this conversation. "How... how long ago?", he asked. Silas paused for a second. "Long enough". The gloved man shrugged his shoulders.

Joffre sighed. He knew he wasn't going to get a straight answer out of Silas about this kid. He turned to Jacqueline and Marco. "Do you two trust Silas and Arfnose? Or should we deal with boy now?", he asked. Marco stated, "I don't really see a problem, Joffre. He's just a kid, remember. What could he do?". "Does it really matter? We'll be leaving the city soon anyways", Jackie added.

"Alright", Joffre said as he exhaled smoke from his mouth, "We'll take... him... with us. I doubt he is a spy or anything like that, but he could learn some manners of some sort". He threw the makeshift cigar on the ground and stomped on it. "We leave tomorrow. Get rested, and be ready then".

When is the next update supposed to be?

Lord_Herobrine said:

When is the next update supposed to be?

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Probably next week Saturday, I'll get a timer up when I decide what time. Until then, keep RPing!

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"Any other friends of your going to show up?" Jacqueline asked Silas as she entered the building.

"I hope not," Silas responded, nervously wringing his hands.

"Well, that's a relief. Joffre would probably have dropped us like a hot coal if anyone else tagged along." She thumped him on the back in a friendly manner, causing him to wince. "Don't worry about Mercutio. He has a few screws loose, but he's a riot once you get to know him."

Silas didn't look convinced. He stayed silent until they reached the end of the corridor. Jacqueline pushed the door open and strode into the room. The building had been an old armory before Joffre surreptitiously purchased it and converted it to a seedy bar with a warehouse in the back for the illicit goods that they moved through the city. It was dingy and musty, but it was the closest thing she ever had to a home. Jacqueline recognized a few familiar faces, but most people seemed to be crowded around the pool table. The game in progress was nearly finished, and judging from the piles of money and loose items stacked on the edges of the table, there was a lot of money involved. The crowd hushed as Mercutio stepped forward, twirling his cue like a baton.

"Sorry for the interruption, folks, I had some business to attend to. Now where is my esteemed opponent? Surely she couldn't have..."

"Don't hold your breath, Merc..."

The crowd parted as the newcomer took her place. She was a shapely woman, older than herself, with long blonde hair and startlingly green eyes. Jacqueline wondered if she was the one who replaced her after the Carter incident.

"That's the last thing I'm holding babe," Mercutio said, leering at her. This crude remark earned him a roar of laughter from the assembled barflies.

The woman swore under her breath in another language as Mercutio leaned over to make his shot. Jacqueline was surprised when she recognized the dialect as Deseran. "Where did Joffre find a Deseran to take her place all the way in New Roisland?", Jacqueline wondered.

Silence fell over the bar as Mercutio made his shot. His last stripe fell in the hole with a thud, and there was another roar from the crowd. Mercutio leered again, the woman rolling her eyes. Jacqueline noticed she still had another solid to put in before she landed the 8-ball. Considering how often Mercutio won at this game, she wasn't surprised. Silas, seemingly uninterested in the game, walked over to the broken jukebox. Silence fell over the crowd once again as Mercutio made his last shot. This time, however, the ball took a bad bounce, and the 8-ball landed right between the cue and the last solid. There was another roar of laughter from the crowd, and Jacqueline shook her head sadly. The newcomer had lost.

This didn't seem to bother her, as she hushed the crowd and began to examine the table closely. Lining up her shot, she announced in a clear voice, "8-ball, corner pocket."

The audience was too stunned to react. She was taking the shot? Not even Mercutio would be able to sink that shot. A faint rustling told Jacqueline that money was already exchanging hands.

This did nothing to distract the woman, who simply stared at the cue ball, deep in thought. After what felt like ages, she struck.

Jacqueline gaped in shock, as did most of the bar. The cue gracefully glided around the 8-ball and struck the sold, striking it neatly into the side pocket. The woman grinned at Mercutio wickedly as the ball bounced back and struck the 8-ball, sending it smoothly into the corner pocket.

There was a loud cheer from the crowd, as Mercutio snapped the cue over his knee, swearing like crazy. Jacqueline couldn't help but grin as the woman gave a self-satisfied smile, coolly replacing her cue on the rack.

Her moment of glory was interrupted as the jukebox sprang to life, blasting a tune across the bar and making everyone jump in fright. Every eye turned to Silas as he stifled the music with a sheepish expression.

"I...uh...fixed it."

The woman glared at him with a look that could melt steel.

"I spent WEEKS on that piece of junk..." she declared angrily. "And you fixed it in less than a minute?!?"

Silas went as pale as a sheet as the woman drew closer to him. Before he could stutter an apology, she spun on her heel and walked off, clearly in a towering rage. Silas looked relieved as the barflies pushed him aside to try out the jukebox.

"Class act, eh?" Mercutio said behind Jacqueline, still red-faced from his untimely defeat. "She's a riot that one."

"Who is she?"

"Vera Thego. Joffre hired her a week ago."

Jacqueline turned to Mercutio in amazement. "Not THE Vera Thego..."

"Yep. Daughter of Garret Thego, the warlord calling the shots in Desera. Nice to have some celebrity talent, eh?"

"But why is she slumming around here?"

Mercutio chuckled lightly. "Damned if I know. Maybe you should ask her before she guts your friend over there." He jabbed a thumb at Silas, who was off in an abandoned section of the bar.

"I thought you held the monopoly on gutting people, Merc?"

"Hey, that only happened twice. And compared to want Vera's daddy does, I'm practically a saint." He clasped his hands together and looked skyward with an innocent expression.

Jacqueline shook her head. "And here I thought you were an atheist."

"Only until it's necessary," Mercutio announced, pushing Silas aside as he left. "When I actually see a God, I'll be sure to change my views."

OOC: I am not knowledgeable on how exactly pool is played, don't nag me.

Radio, I'm not sure if I'm allowed to name someone as important as a warlord from another state, so if I need to change it, let me know.

KaiserElectric said:

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Radio, I'm not sure if I'm allowed to name someone as important as a warlord from another state, so if I need to change it, let me know.

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That's totally fine, when I update, I'll update the NPC list.

Encounters

"...okay then." said the rations officer. "How many people are staying at your establishment at this time?"

"Four," relplied Joanas, "including myself."

"Right." continued the officer "They picked the worst time to come here, didn't they?" The officer gave a quick akward laugh.

"Yeah, with the siege, and whatever's going on with that police officer, New Rosiland has seen better days." said Joanas "But I am confident that our great leader will quickly resolve all of our problems." he added quickly. Joanas knew that it was not a good idea to even make it seem like that you were criticising the "great leader", especially in front of officals. Techinically, he was an offical as well, being a retired military man. But these officals were no military men, they were the snot nosed enforcers of the corrupt system. Still, the government of Rosiland wasn't the worst regieme out there, the government usually stayed mostly out of the business of the general populace. Because of that it is one of the most successful regiemes. A farmer is less likely to grow resentful of the government that doesn't burn down his crops than the one that does. However, Joanas had seen into the belly of the beast. Just because the government was the best government doesn't mean that it was a good government.

"That's a lot of ration cards I'm going to be giving out there," said the officer "I'm going to need a little...compensation, if you know what I mean." Joanas knew the drill, he handed a moderate amount of money over to the officer. Bribes were just a daily part of life. It had gotten worse when this new war broke out, all the competent people were dead or dying, leaving people like this idiot in charge. Joanas got some money out from under the counter. He handed the money to the officer.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” said the officer. Joanas nodded as the piece of scum walked out of the Inn. He looked at his watch, it was just midday, the guards would be coming in about an hour to drink themselves to oblivion and back. It was a good way for them to forget about everything. Or at least that’s what they told him, the stuff never drove away the demons that Joanas had. He had seen a lot worse than any of those guards had seen in their life.

Suddenly, there was a loud stomping coming from the stairs. It distracted Joanas from his wallowing, pitiful thoughts and made him look towards the stairs. Nila appeared as he watched her run all the way down to the second last step and then jump off it. She was wearing the bar’s uniform and she was still carrying her notebook. She looked very refreshed and quite beautiful. It is amazing how much prettier a woman can look after a good night’s sleep, but then again that might just be that she wasn’t covered in blood anymore.

“I have awoken and I am ready to being working immediately.” said Nila.

“Well,” said Joanas “Otto pretty much covered the cost for your stay for the next month or so. I’m pretty used to working by myself anyway. You can go do your business with you colleagues, I’m sure whatever it is, it must be important.”

“Rather important, actually.” said Nila.

“Speaking of your colleagues,” continued Joanas “when can I expect them down?”

“I would not expect either of my colleagues to appear today.” replied Nila “They are probably enjoying the benefits of sleep as I would be if I did not have an important task to complete. Besides, they would probably not go out even if they did not enjoy sleeping. Otto usually does not adapt well to cities and he would probably not enjoy the literary task that I am about to embark on. He will probably sharpen his sword, or do whatever task warriors deem important.” Joanas thought that was probably for the best, guards would get suspicious at someone dressed so strangely. And with all that gold he carried on him it was highly likely that someone carrying something much deadlier than a sword.

“Jan would probably join me,” continued Nila “if it wasn’t for the high chance of infection that could happen in such a condensed urban area.”

“Ah,” said Joanas “Is he a bit of a hypercondriac? I’ve known people like that.”

“I would say he is closer to a hypochondriac,” answered Nila “he is afraid that he is infected, he does not think that he is infected. Although that is not an entirely apt description, it would challenging to explain. Those two words in question are absolutely wonderful, would you not agree?” Joanas nodded, not knowing that were was a difference between those two words until she had told him. Nila scribbled in her notebook again, muttering under her breath as she did so.

“So I’ll just bring their breakfasts up to them then.” said Joanas.

“Yes,” said Nila “that would probably be the most prudent course of action. Speaking of breakfast, I believe I am in need of nourishment. Hunger. What a fascinating concept.” Nila scribbled in her notebook again.

“Ah,” said Joanas “yes, I prepared some earlier for you. It’s just some eggs and bread, I would try and get some bacon, but we’ve run out of that because of the war and the toaster is…” Joanas stopped talking and watched Nila eat. After fumbling around with the cutlery for a bit, as if she was trying to work out how to use them, she began to eat her food at an amazing rate. He had never seen anyone eat something with such ferocity. It was like this was the first meal in her life. It wasn’t even good food. The bread was practically half stale and the eggs were nothing special.

“This is incredible!” exclaimed Nila with her mouth full of food. “Fascinating!” She wrote in her note book with her right hand and shovelled food with her fork being held in her left hand. It was quite a sight.

Joanas shook his head and walked up the stairs to give his other guests their breakfast and left Nila to eat in peace. These were strange people. And for some reason, he thought that he was going to be with them for a long time.

Joanas knocked on the door and he heard a "Come in" followed by screeches came from the other side. He then entered the room and found that this warrior had already settled himself in. He had somehow managed to get a hold of a pump grinder and was sharpening his sword, his armor was already shined, and he had somehow made himself a practice dummy and a club. It also looked like he hadn't slept all night. "Here is your breakfast Otto. How did you get all this stuff?" Joanas asked. "Here and there, everywhere." Otto took the food and it disappeared. "Thanks." Joanas was amazed by how fast it was gone. In 2 minutes time, the plate was empty and returned. Otto didn't leave his room that day.

NinjaCow64 said:

OCC: The dark ones are beings that have annoyed or threatened the gods in some way, such as Druza and Saevus Aequitas. Silas would be considered a dark one, but the Gods forgave him after they took his hand. Radio, is this alright, or have I stepped beyond my bounds? Because if I have, I can revise.

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That's great! I don't care a ton if you make something up as long as it doesn't go against the official canon I've created.