Ozymandius Jones

[COLOR=DarkOrange]This RP has been dead for years. Please do not post in dead threads.[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=DarkOrange][quote name='GUNmanZERO7']Hey moderater you can close this thread now. I dont need it.[/quote] Even if you hadn't asked, I would have, as [b]Double Posting is Against the Rules[/b] as implied by the fact that I merged your last two posts. [B]-Thread Locked[/B] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]Exactly. Read the rules, they explain it very well.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][quote name='lostvoice']OOC:Alright, im abandoning this thing. So moerator, you can let the guilitein go and declare this thing locked.[/quote] So kind of you. -_- I would advise you read [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44318]this thing[/URL] before trying to start anything else. It explains how things work aound here.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]Alright, guys, thanks for answering the questions. Since the questions have been so throughly answered, thread locked. -Ozymandius[/COLOR]

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Right around the same time Oz was having his moment of revelation, Sam was undergoing the same, alone - well, relatively alone - in the hall where the King had said they'd meet before their departure. The room was crowded with monsters and humans alike - but Oz was nowhere in sight. Neither was Rodo, or even Al Na'ir. Sam sat awkwardly at the table, fingering the carvings on the heavy wood. None of the food looked good anymore. Most of the monsters looked intimidating and fierce. And even the sunlight through the window looked different. Sam sighed, fidgeting as she waited for Oz. "You are worried." Al Na'ir's voice suddenly boomed above her. She jumped, startled. The rabbit-creature chuckled. "You have much to worry about." Sam opened her mouth to protest; but Al Na'ir held up a clawed hand. "Or, you would were I not traveling with you. No harm will come to the heros...." The dishes clanked on the table as Rodo clambered up, waving his blade. "Not while we have anything to say about it, at any rate!" Al Na'ir sighed, shaking his head. "You are a melodramatic runt, aren't you?" "Nothing wrong with being enthusiastic, longears..." Al Na'ir's aforementioned ears twitched. "Excuse me. I must find Oz." Al Na'ir hurried away. Sam watched him go, almost laughing. "Is he always like that?" Rodo shrugged. "I do not know - you've known him longer than I have. His kind are known for being...somewhat arrogant..." There was a shout from further down the banquet hall - Al Na'ir was returning, grasping Oz by the back of his collar. Sam frowned in bewilderment. Oz managed an uncomfortable looking shrug. "He got tired of waiting, I think."

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkRed][b]Name:[/b] Rincewind. [i]Just[/i] Rincewind. [b]Age:[/b] He doesn't even know, but somewhare between thirty and forty. He thinks. [b]Profession:[/b] Wizzard, protector, professional coward. [b]Backstory:[/b] He's been on the run for almost as long as he can remember. He's run from XXXX (Fourecks) to the counterweight Continent, and everywhere in between - not all in this universe, either. Rincewind doesn't remember anything of his past before the UU. Truth be told, he doesn't remember a lot of his time AT the UU. Except for the last bit - the bit that involved threats of sharp things and bridges and general unpleasantness. He does remember quite a bit about playing tour guide to Twoflowers, the confusing little man from the Counterweight Continent. He does remember starting a revolution of somesuch on that very same countinent. And...he does remember that every time he's mixed up wth Twoflowers, Interesting Things happen... His job, currently, is to make sure Interesting Things do [i]not[/i] happen to the Painter. [b]Personality:[/b] That of a kicked dog, usually. Not very opptomistic, due to his pre-emptive karma--if it even looks as if something good will happen to him in the future, his karma will ensure that something bad happens immediately, and continues happening so the good things never come around. His only optomistic thought is that - given his status - Death has to come for him personally, and it's easy to avoid what you can see. So....yeah. Despite all of this, he's a good distraction... [b]Stuff:[/b] A hat wot says 'wizzard' on it, a staff that is good for nothing, really...and the Luggage. Or maybe The Luggage owns him. [b]Talents:[/b] None of a normal wizard - accidental learning of one of the Eight Spells insured no other spell would stay in his head - they were too scared to. Running, very fast. Very [i]very[/i] fast. Generally whilst shrieking. Loudly. He can also see into the octarine. [b]Gender:[/b] Male. [url=http://www.elronds-haus.de/kidby/hero3.htm]Click for Appearence[/url][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=Indigo][U][B][center]Occupations of Note[/center][/B][/U] There isn't much to say about occupations on the Disc. There's the typical middle- age occupations - weavers, tavern owners, Ladies, soldiers, alchemists, druggists, doctors, thieves, beggars and the suchlike - most of whom have Guilds. The only occupations that need much further explanations are thus: [B] Wizards: [/B] Wizards stay in the Unseen University. They work in a University mindset: the status quo is to be maintained; things that are unexpected are frowned upon, unpredicability is despised, and anyone mucking with things that Are Not To Be Mucked With is punished by death. They're very restrictive for people who are supposed to be cutting edge. Go figure. [B]Heroes: [/B] Heroes are known also by another name: Barbarians. Or Mercenaries. They hire their swords out to whoever can pay the most, or to whoever is on the quest that will reap the most rewards. Occasionally they have idealistic motives - but not often. Heroes are generally not very intelligent - that is to say, they have an animalistic instinct for tactics and moves in battles, but show them a shoe and they'll ask if it's something to eat. If there's any other occupation you have a question about, fire away.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo][CENTER][IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/OzymandiusJones/color.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] [i]The dawn sun spread like mayonnaise over the morning. This might sound disgusting to some, but it is merely a description of how it moved ? slow and slimy, but a golden yellow instead of white. White sunshine? That would be just weird. A?tuin, the great turtle upon which stands the four elephants that carry the world, moved slowly through the mayonnaise-thick sunshine, thinking Deep Thoughts, possibly about what to have for breakfast, but - more likely than not ? Thoughts about the Destination. What is the Destination? Only He knows. The elephants don?t think about anything. They just stand. What would elephants think of, anyway? As the aforementioned sun spreads, and the aforementioned A?tuin swims, something happens along the Edge of the Disc of the World. Something happens that should not happen. Or, rather, something is painted that should not be painted. Something else happens in the Middle of the World, something else happens that should not happen. Or, rather, something is borrowed that should not be borrowed. Altogether, these events had a rather negative effect on Life on the Disc. The Wizards are alarmed. And, many people can tell you*, alarmed wizards are to be avoided. The Gods are annoyed. Annoyed Gods are something to be avoided at all costs**. Death Itself was cheated? CHEATED? Yes. Cheated. BUT I DIDN?T EVEN KNOW I WAS PLAYING. Hey, that?s not my problem, I?m just the narrator! You shush! I STILL DON?T THINK THAT?S FAIR? Where was I? Oh, yes. Death Itself HIMSELF AlRIGHT, just stop INTERRUPTING! Death [b]him[/b]self was cheated, despite his protests that he didn?t know he was playing, much less what the high card was; and, finally, somewhere in Uberwald, several unfortunate cows died. Was this all the result of one event? Two events? Five events and an unfortunate run in of Gingham Cheswick of 56 Beechwood Lane with a trunk-on-legs? That, you shall have to see?[/i] *** Someone has learned to paint with Octarine. Octarine is the color of magic; thought to be a somewhat greenish-purple. Only wizards can see it. If only wizards can see it (you may ask) what?s the problem with someone painting it? It?s not hurting anything? Ah?.but what you can?t see can, in fact, hurt you. IT CAN'T HURT YOU FOOL. T'IS A COLOUR. But it?s [i]MAGIC[/i]. It makes wonky things happen! And wonky things are happening, wherever these paintings are bought and sold. The Wizards have sent assassins against the painter, but the painter is not alone in his painting. Some people - some very powerful people - want these paintings spread. You can play to help the person painting with Octarine?or you can be oppressive and dumb and try to help those chasing the painter. We know this isn?t clear, but there?s a reason for that. We [i]want[/i] you in the dark. All is not precisely as it seems? [B] Name: [/B] Anything really goes. Ogg is a good name. So is Sam. See the range? Yeah. Lots of room. No anime ripoff names. [B] Age: [/B] 7 - 100, I would think... [B] Profession:[/B] Not all people are Heroes. Some people are smarter than that, you know. See the Underground [[url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=731482&posted=1#post731482]this post in particular[/url]] for more information. [B]Backstory:[/B] People do things. What are these things?If you will be the Painter's ally, you haven't met him yet. That will be handled in game. [B] Personality:[/B] No brainer, I would think... [B] Stuff:[/B] Do they carry things? A staff, a favorite book, a toy cart? Put that here. Keep in mind that at [i]most[/i] they have a horse, and that's only if the hero(es) aren't hungry...>>. [B]Talents:[/B] Theif? Music? Weaving? Can they actually write? [B] Gender:[/B] Duh. Unless you're luggage, or something, and even they have genders. >> *Or could have told you, had the wizards not nailed them by their ears to the bridge over the AM river at low tide?and left them there until not-low tide?wizards are very petty people. **So many people would tell you, if they could only find their lips. [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=731203#post731203]The Library[/URL] [/COLOR]

And a feast it was. For all the hardship in this country (world?), there was no lack of food. There seemed to be a little of every imaginable type of food, from meats to deserts, and everything inbetween. Despite their worry, both humans were famished. The king laughed when he saw this, clapping his hands together. "This is a feast to honor our heros! May it not be their last." And with that somewhat dire blessing, the feast began. Sam wound up sitting between Rodo and Oz, across the table from Al Na'ir, who seemed to be munching on a pile of what looked like blue carrots that sounded like shattering glass with every bite. She suddered and turned, instead, to Rodo. "So...you're going to be helping us do....what?" Rodo shrugged. "Saev the world from the evil monsters." "....right..." Oz interrupeted. "How are [i]we[/i] supposed to do that?" Rodo shrugged again. "I dunno. [i]you're[/i] the heroes..." Sam sighed, shoulders slumping. "I haven't been in a fight in forever. I don't know how to use weapons or anything!" Rodo poked her arm. "Don't worry, you'll pick it up just like [i]that[/i]." He snapped his fingers. Al Na'ir rolled his eyes. "Don't lie, it's a little more complicated than that..." "It is not!" And the two monsters were back to snarling at each other, loudly. Oz shook his head. "We're not going to get anywhere with them helping..."

[COLOR=DarkOrange]Well, the werewuffie isn't nearly as defined as I would like (the "episode two" text threw me off a bit), but otherwise I think it turned out nicely... [B]Banner:[/B] [IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=25542&stc=1[/IMG] [B]Avi:[/B] [IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=25543&stc=1[/IMG][/COLOR]

"Um, s-sir..." Sam finally plucked up enough courage to say. "I...there's been some kind of mistake. We're not heros, these things don't belong to us, we just [i]found[/i] them." "What?!" With that shout, one of those in the room burst out of the crowd, scowling and waving what looked like a severly oversized fishhook. Sam backed up - only pausing when she realized the thing doing the waving was only three-and-a-half feet tall...hardly menacing...but still, that hook looked [i]sharp[/i]. "Then you are imposters! And imposters must die!" Oz and Sam both paled at that, Sam moving to hide behind Al Na'ir. "Die?" "Yes!" The creature snarled. "And die [i]now[/i], before you spread your lies!" "Enough!" The king looked tired. The creature continued yelling, all the while waving its hook; it came perilously close to slashing Oz's belly, but it hit a sword first; a sword in the hand of a weasel-like creature. "Ah, lay off. Don't ya remember the legend? The [i]medallion[/i] chooses. Not the sage. The fact that they're here means they're [i]supposed[/i] to be here." Sam poked her head around Al Na'ir's shoulder. "Who are you?"

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Soon, it seemed, meant two different things to a Lepin or a human. Several hours later, they were [i]still[/i] slogging along the same path. Sam didn't dare complain - Al Na'ir was far too fierce looking... Oz didn't seem to harbor the same thoughts. He seemed to be drooping, keeping up a long stream of complains. Finally, Al Na'ir paused, glaring. "Are all humans such weaklings?" Oz glared back. "No, but we're not from here! We've had a strange day! You can't expect us to go tramping all over the countryside..." Al Na'ir's eyebrow twitched. "I can't?" "No. You can't. We don't like it." Sam crossed her arms, trying to look defiant. It failed, she could tell. Defiance was never her strong suit.

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Sam looked at the medallion in her hand, brushing more of the dust away. Despite the age of the metal - it had to be old; it had been [i]buried[/i] for who knows how long - the chain was stong, not worn like so many other chains they'd found on digs. "He doesn't look like he was a sacrifice victim, though...there's no knives or spears or anything of that sort..." Secretly, she was relieved. While people who had been killed for dark religious purposes might be popular with National Geographic, she always [i]hated[/i] when they found one. There was just something...undeniably icky about the whole concept. "Wonder what happened to him..." Oz shrugged. "He probably ran out of water or food or had a heat stroke or something." Sam nodded, still rubbing at the dirt. It was falling off in dry clumps now, more of the medallion's surface becoming visible. "Hmm..." Sam handed her medallion to Oz, heading back to the trailer. She returned a few short minutes later, carrying a bottle of water, an empty cup and a can of Coke. Oz reached up for the cup. "Here. Let me." She passed the can and the cup to him, climbing back into the hole before taking the coke back. Carefully, she mixed the water and the soda before gently dipping the medaliion into the mixture. The unorthodox method worked like a charm, soda hissing and spitting as it hit the dust of unknown years. Soon, the medallion was cleaner; still mucky looking, but the muck was soon wiped off with soft cloths, leaving only shiny gold in its wake. Or, at least, it [i]looked[/i] like gold...but there was something different. The metal had no dings, no dents, nothing you would expect from gold being buried... "I don't think it's gold." "I don't think it is either." Oz rubbed his clean. "It's too strong..." He tapped it - and something sounded, a musical note almost like a windchime. "Hmm. That's odd..." Sam had been polishing her medallion - she looked up now, as the sound didn't fade...if anything, it grew even [i]louder[/i]. "Uh...Oz?"

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[u]Human[/u] [b]Name:[/b] Samantha Gaveston [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Age:[/b] Twenty-Six [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://img238.imageshack.us/img238/979/sam9qn.jpg[/img] [b]Personality:[/b] A master (mistress?) of improvisation, Sam is very, very good at making things up as she goes along. She's not fond of weapons, prefering to flee rather than fight...unless something important is at stake. Generally goofy, and not overly serious, although she is when she needs to be. [b]Some Facts:[/b] She has a nigh-perfect memory for random bits of information, generally totally useless ones. She and Oz met in college and have worked together ever since. They're the top of their class, when she isn't breaking things on accident. She usually lets Oz handle the fragile finds. [u]Monster Friend[/u] [b]Name:[/b] Al Na'ir (Al Nah-air) [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Species:[/b] Lepin [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://img110.imageshack.us/img110/5576/alnairjpg6ra.jpg[/img] [b]Some Facts:[/b] Al Na'ir was a Prince among his kind, until the other monsters came - the evil monsters - he felt it would sully his kingdom to align themselves with the evil oes, yet his father did it anyways, exiling Al Na'ir in the process. He's somewhat arrogant and sullen, and delights in frightening people, but under his monsterous appearance beats a noble heart. [b]Skills:[/b] [i]Strength-[/i] Lepin are tall - six foot six as an avarage - and built like brick walls. What looks like soft fur and regular flesh feels - upon contact - like soft fur and [i]steel[/i]. They can lift up to ten times their weight! [i]Martial Arts-[/i] His claws are almost steel, razor sharp and strong enough to support his weight. You do not want to be on the recieving end of one of his punches. [i]Steelfire (Spell)-[/i] Another of the basic attacks among Winslou monsters, one that covers claws, weapons and fangs in eeirie silver fire. Al Na'ir is not good with this ability at all - he's set himself on fire at least three times. [b]Weapons:[/b] [i]Straight Blade-[/i] A katana-like weapon that he has some slight skill with, although he prefers to use his claws and horns.

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