Roleplay 1--Day at the Bar

[formerdeathcorps]

This is intended to be the first thread, hopefully of many.

The following rules are only for this roleplay.

Format: Collaborative Fan-Fiction

Specifics:
1) I am the Dungeon/Game Master.  This means I do not RP in the story but will influence story events and will enforce rules.
2) As collaborative fan-fiction, you may post anything you want as long as it's within reason, furthers the RP's plot, and is not an anachronism or out-of-character action.  Note, RPs are NOT the place for spam.  Do NOT post an action simply to post.  If you have any doubts, PM me.
3) This RP is intended to be short, simply to warm everyone's feet, so to speak.  It's also to ensure this RP will be finished.  In fact, I already have elements of the plot decided, but the ultimate plot lies in the hands of the players.  If you look around the forum, you might even realize what my plans are before I put them in place; I will try to give hints.
4) Don't violate any forum rules while participating in this RP.
5) Have fun!

Setting: The Substitutes Pub, a crowded one-floor pub in the slums surrounding Zeltennia Castle

[MysticKnightFF5]

OOC: SWEET! So, what about character sheets? >.>"
Do we just pick whatever class we feel like being and roll with it? Is there a limit to our skills? I need a little more information here....

[formerdeathcorps]

OOC: SWEET! So, what about character sheets? >.>"
Do we just pick whatever class we feel like being and roll with it? Is there a limit to our skills? I need a little more information here....

This is a free-form RP; you don't need character sheets.  As for a limit to your skills, if you're afraid your character is OP, you can PM me beforehand.  Otherwise, feel free to post, though if you go ahead and make an OP unit anyways, I probably will be forced to use my DM powers to nerf him/her/it after consulting it with you in a PM.

[Tigerspike]

In a corner of the bar sits a young knight, Gareth, having just returned from a recent job.  Enjoying a light meal and a round of drinks with his companions, they discuss what to do next.

[MysticKnightFF5]

The female dark knight sits there in a corner with her friend, talking about the TOTALLY AWESOME TEAM VS TEAM ARENA ACTION AND THE TOTALLY CHILL TEAM COOPERATIVE MISSIONS!
They talk about it a little bit longer before her friend walks out of the door. She sighs, having heard some very bad news.

[PX_Timefordeath]

Hiding under the pub, a group of orphans sit in the cold, starved, waiting for the chance to sneak up and steal some food. They wait with the rats, who are feasting on moldy cheese and poisoned bread, and yearn for the days they can become heroes of legend.

[Phaze]

Having returned from a rather heavy rewarded job, Kylar, an assassin for hire, is enjoying a meal by himself thinking about what his next job is going to be.

[Skip Sandwich]

Quill sighed as he leaned back in his chair. Pushing his glasses up on his nose, he contemplated his situation. He had almost no money, and barely any items to sell after he was ambushed by monsters while attempting to cross finath river. To make things worse, even after all the hardships he endured traveling here all the way from Warjilius, he was told that the exorcist he was looking for had packed up shop and moved to Gariland!

He turned around in his seat, glaring at the ghostly trio that followed him everywhere he went nowadays. Currently, the three were engaged in (badly) reenacting a scene from an old play, what was it called again? I want to be your crow? Quill shook his head and sat down again, at least they weren't directly bothering him this time, though the bar's other patrons seemed more then a little off put by their presence, or at least by their horrible acting. 

[MysticKnightFF5]

The dark knight kept a hand on her sword and glared at the ghosts. She always hated the undead, they'd reverse her Sanguine Sword...

[Tigerspike]

Annoyed at the terrible play, Gareth steps outside the bar for some fresh air.  Closing his eyes and breathing a sigh of relief, he notices some sounds coming from under the pub.  Kneeling down to see what the noises are, he makes out the shapes of some small humanoids.  Using a small amount of his spell-casting abilities, he causes his blade to glow, casting enough light to see that the figures are children.  Hungry children from the looks of it.

Stirred by the sorry state of these children, Gareth says, "Come here, children.  Let me buy you something to eat."

[PX_Timefordeath]

Upon being blinded by the bright light shined upon them, the children immediately huddled in the corner until their eyes could recover. Upon regaining their eyesight, they see an unshaven man looking at them, speaking in a foreign language. Frightened, they all scatter except for one, who understood the language of the man. Staring at the man while the others run into the sewers, the lone child speaks in a high pitched voice, "Who are you?"

[formerdeathcorps]

The bar door suddenly flew open as four figures emerged.  Their eyes glared at the barkeep while the archer produced his crossbow.
"There's been a bounty put out on four louts that call this place home.  They've been killing other groups for fun all around Ivalice.  We hear you've been hiding them ever since the bounty went out, barman.  Bring 'em out now, or..."

Tucking her curls behind her head, the ninja withdrew her spell edge.  The two mages flanking her produced their staves, tipped with gleaming crystals.

[VampragonLord]

Seeing what appeared to be some sort of soldier talking to a nuisance of a child, Lyra decided that such a weak and giving person would surely be the best source of information and a free meal.
"Hail and well met good sir knight" Lyra said cheerfully, giving a mild curtsy as she said it. "Are you familiar with this town? I've just arrived today and am getting continually lost in these slums."

[Phaze]

Immediatly annoyed, kylar turns around to look at the intruders. He sighed and rested his hands on the hilts of his swords in case trouble came his way. He looked at the barkeep to see if he would respond.

[PX_Timefordeath]

Upon hearing a noisy disturbance above her, and the man being distracted by a random person, she decides to take the opportunity to sneak up to the hidden storage room in the bar through a loose board on the floor. Rummaging through the boxes and crates, she supplies herself with a few daggers, a bag of gil, and her favorite gun. Opening the door to the main room of the bar, she sees her father, the barkeeper, astonished at the rather loud arrival of 4 bounty hunters. Taking aim, she fires a single shot through the back of his head and flees through a secret passage in the storage room.

[Phaze]

Having just watched a girl emerge from the storeroom and shoot the barkeek only to return to the storeroom, Kylar drew his Dual Swords and chased the girl into the storeroom only to find it empty. Kylar starts searching the room when a figure appears in the doorway. It was the ninja girl from the group of intruders from before.

[Skip Sandwich]

Quill froze in his seat, quietly he grasped the handle of the Main Gauche tucked into his belt, waiting for the moment he knew was coming when his hauted escort would..

"Oooooooh! And that's a right Scaaaaaary how-to-do we've got here don't we?" the Revneneant, Argyle, moaned. "It'd send a chill up my spine, if I still had one, yeeheeheehee!"

...do that, Quill silently facepalmed as the haunted sisters continued.

"Mmm-humm, but this archer here is a right handsome fella, I think I'm in looooove <3!" Beato, the second sister said, as she appeared next to the archer, and pinched his rear.

"I-I t-think that mu-mu-mister Quill is far more handsome t-then that bu-bu-bu-bu-brute." Cassiel, the third ghost sister said, blushing furiously. Quill at once mentally thanked her for the compliment even as he cursed her for drawing the attention of what seemed like the entire bar directly to him...

[Kill_Bones]

Balek sat on a stool, listening to the outbursts of the three undead sisters. They irritated him, but at least they were done with that godawful re-enactment. He turned his focus to the four intruders. The young Samurai knew the mages would be no problem, it was the archer and ninja he would have to worry about.

He rested his hands on his Murumasa and prepared for the worst. 'Or maybe I'll get lucky and they'll ignore me.' he mused to himself, 'But when have I ever been lucky...'

He looked over at the dead Barkeeper, blood flowing from the new-found hole in his head. "Pleasant..." He remarked to nobody in particular.

[MysticKnightFF5]

As the events unfolded, the dark knight sighed, feeling a pang of vehemence at how this ALWAYS happens with her. "Why can't anything ever be simple?" she asked herself quietly. "Us heroes sure are busy." she thought.
She finished downing her ale in time to watch the ghosts act like lovesick puppies and she sighed.
"Even if it's true..."
She drew her Valhalla and set it uneasily in her lap, ready to suck the soul from those weak intruders. Except the mages...they could pose a danger to her.

[Tigerspike]

Momentarily distracted by a woman asking for assistance, Gareth hears the gunshot, and replies to the woman, "Unfortunately, it soulds like the best person to give you assistance has just been shot.  Now if you'll excuse me."

Muttering under his breath, "Stupid kid," Gareth re-entered the pub, and surveyed the scene.  He hadn't planned on fighting so soon after returning from his job, but things don't always go as planned.  He quickly made his way over to his companions, and they readied their spells and weapons.