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Wild Arms, Wings of the Drifter

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Saikotsu on Wed Apr 22, 2009 8:55 pm

Before you post, please put up a bit about your character. Here is an outline for a sample character

Name:
Age:
Description/link:
Weapon(s):
Abilities:(optional)

you can have up to three characters in the rp, although you can probably talk me into letting you use more characters if needed.

For the sake of clarity, ARMS are weapons that fire bullets or projectiles. Wild Arms 5 took a very loose take on what an ARM is, so if your weapon does not fire bullets or projectiles of some kind, it isn't an ARM.

Here is my drifter duo:
Name: Jeck Summers
Age: 23
Description: He wears a black trenchcoat that is covered in dust from all his travels. On his head he wears a long red bandana that has tails that go down to his waist. Dirty Brown hair comes down to about eye level, but he keeps it short enough that it does not inhibit his field of view. He also wears a black bandana over his nose and mouth, to keep the dust out.
Weapons: Bantorain 93R and Rapier EZ (dual wielded six shooters, like Virginia from Wild Arms 3)
Abilities:he has the ability to wield two ARMS at once, and he also has an ability that lets him learn enemy skills, but how he learns them is a secret for now.
He has the mystic force ability.

2nd Character
Name: Becca Jones
age: 20
description: your run of the mill cow girl. Boots, jeans, a denim vest, and a cowgirl hat, she looks every bit the part. She has medium length blond hair, and frequently carries a smile.
Weapons: a pizzicatto pistol, baskar Staff and crest graphs
Abilities: adept at crest sorcery and guardian based magic, Becca is a force to be reckoned with. She has the ability to summon the popepi pipepo, Dorma, guardian of dreams. She has the Extension Force Ability
"There is none so blind as he who will not see" -William Shakespeare
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Re: Wild Arms, Wings of the Drifter

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby digitLninja on Thu Apr 23, 2009 10:37 am

Name: Joshua Schroedinger

Age: 22

Description/link: Pointy silver hair with a large dusty blue poncho that covers most of his upper body with a red shirt underneath. He wears black pants and cowboy boots along with a pendant on his chest that resembles the Dragon Idol.

Weapon(s):
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currently equipped with:
Bullet Clip - Auto Reload

Abilities: Like his ancestors he has the ability to hide massive items in his poncho and reveal them as necessary. His massive gun is hidden in his poncho as well, and people tend to be amazed when he extracts the massive weapon seemingly from no where with little effort.
Quotes to Live by:
"The world ends with you. If you want to enjoy life, expand your world. You gotta push your horizons out as far as they'll go" Sanae Hanekoma,The World Ends With You. for Nintendo DS

"A post should be like a mini skirt: Short enough to keep interest, but long enough to cover the important parts." -Freezie.

NINJA VANISH
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Re: Wild Arms, Wings of the Drifter

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Name: Roger Cascade
Age: 30
Description: Clothed in Baskar Garb, he set out into the wilderness to redeem the Cascade family name. He has black hair and an unshaven, kind face. Though muscular, he has a gentle side. Growing up in Little Twister has taught him much about dealing with the scum of society and he is quick to try to help those in need.
Weapon: a bayonet that has been passed down through the generations of his family. Though it once was in the hands of Janus Cascade, Roger now uses it to clear a new path for Filgaia.

Abilities: He is growing more proficient using different cartridges for his bayonet.
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Re: Wild Arms, Wings of the Drifter

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Saikotsu on Fri Apr 24, 2009 4:04 pm

Here are some additional considerations for this rp:
Location names will be taken from any wild arms game I've played. Just because a place shares a name does not mean it is the same place. Thus Laila Belle doesn't have to be a super hi-tech domed city, but it can be. Characters can have tools as a bit of flavor since they are a staple within the Wild Arms series. Force abilities will work similarly to the games. In other words, at first you'll only be able to use them once per battle, or every once in a while. As the rp progresses you will be able to use them more often, and gain additional ones. Force abilities don't have to be from the series, but I encourage you to discuss any unique ones with me before you incorporate them in. Characters can start out together, or meet up later, that is up to you guys. I'll start this rp up in a bit, I'm kinda busy tonight, but expect it to start before tomorrow.

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Re: Wild Arms, Wings of the Drifter

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Dalmar on Fri Apr 24, 2009 5:46 pm

Name: Trent Maxwell
Age: 23
Height: 5’ 9.5"
Weight: Around 173lbs.

Appearance: Trent prefers comfortable clothing usually dark in color. He wears a black button up shirt with a red crest and stretched denim jeans. On his feet are a pair of worn but reliable boots that stop just above the shin. He also wears a dark colored light duster and keeps a red bandana around his neck for those pesky dust storms. His eyes are a piercing blue while his short hair is black with a slight blue tinge in the right light.

Weapon: A strait double-edged blade worn at his left side.
Force Ability: Accelerator
Tool: Flint/Striker

Bio: Born in the gambling town of Virtue to a saloon girl named Evelyn Parker, Trent is the bastard son of Eli Maxwell, a powerful tycoon in the neighboring town of Court Seim. His mother once described his father as man with an infectious air of confidence. Their affair was only one night but the man was honorable. While he couldn’t officially claim Trent as his own, Eli made sure both Evelyn and Trent were taken care of. Trent had an upbringing full of variety. Many of the saloon girls took a shine to him and the local gamblers taught him the tricks of the trade.
Around the time he turned ten Trent met a wandering swordsman who had stopped in for a drink. The swordsman took a liking to him, taking special note of the boy’s interests in swords. With increasing popularity of ARM and the growing number of people who use them, the way of the sword was becoming a lost art, the boy was talented too. Seeing promise in the young man he decided to take him under his wing. His mother worried at first, but the wastes were dangerous and the child needed to learn how to survive, it was also good that he had a man in his life. Eli supported them but he wasn’t a father.
Trent traveled with his Master for 12 years; he was a natural and soon surpassed his Master’s basic teachings. They’re called basic teachings because that’s all a Master can really teach. It is up to the Pupil to excel. Trent now works as a Bounty Hunter traveling the wastes selling his sword to those in need.

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Re: Wild Arms, Wings of the Drifter

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The saloon doors creaked as a young man and woman stepped inside the smoke filled room. The man approached the bar and leisurely ordered a drink. The young woman stood at the doorway and looked at all the faces in the bar, memorizing them, before taking a seat next to the young man. "I'll take a lemonade please." The bartender raised an eyebrow, "Young ladies shouldn't be walking into bars like that. Might attract the wrong kind of attention."

The woman gave him a patronizing look, "I can handle myself. Besides, I have Jeck here to watch my back."

Jeck just nodded, "So, anyone round these parts have a job for a couple of drifters?"

A waitress brought a glass of lemonade for the young woman as the bartender thought about it. "Actually, there was a young man about 13 who wanted to hire some drifters to investigate some ruins. He lives at the end of town next to the inn. Other than that, I don't know of anyone who has the kind of work you drifters usuall do." Jeck finished his drink. "Thanks. I'll take another drink if you would. Becca, what kind of supplies are we low on?"

Becca rummaged in their pack. "We could use some antidote grass and some peppy acorns but other than that, we're good."
Jeck nodded again. "Alright, let's finish our drinks and resupply. I'd like to speak with this young man."

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Re: Wild Arms, Wings of the Drifter

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Roger was sitting at a table nearby eating a local dish composed primarily of fried cactus sauteed in some kind of mushroom sauce. He heard Jeck comment on his wish to speak with the young man and thought he might cash in on the deal. He finished his meal and placed a few gella on the table as a tip. "The food was good, give my compliments to the chef if you would barkeep."

As he stood he gathered his bayonet and travel pack that accompanied him everywhere he went. As he stepped outside, he was greeted by the dusty air of filgaia. I think I'll wait for those two in front of the young mans house, he thought to himself as he travelled down the street.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby digitLninja on Sun Apr 26, 2009 12:19 pm

Three young men entered the final chamber of the temple. a large pedestal at the very top with a chest placed in the center sat only a few feet from the small circular opening where the sun shone down into the cave. The sun enlightened the solid gold chest worth millions of Gella by it's self and holding a fantastic prize inside worth twice as much. The three men looked rather roughed up as they climbed the last few steps to claim the prize. The hand crafted stone wall behind the slab of sandstone that held up the chest depicted a story of a mighty warrior placing the chest in it's spot at the top of the trap filled temple.

One of the men held a shotgun while the second held a six shooter, the leader was holding an ARM that resembled a Sniper Rifle. The three of them approached the chest with a look of fear and concentration on there faces. This temple had been riddled with traps of all shapes and sizes and just making it to the top had left these three drained. The were expecting another trap as soon as the chest was moved.

Slowly the leader approached and placed his hands on the sides of the chest, sweat rolled down the side of his cheek he prepared for anything to happen as he lifted the chest straight up and closed his eyes.... Nothing happened, the team relaxed and placed the chest back on the pedestal so they could take some time to rest. As they lowered there weapons to relax a small rectangular part of the wall behind them fell to the ground to reveal a silver haired boy with a huge ARM in his hands.

"I recommend sliding down the pyramid feet first!" Josh yelled as the men jumped to there feet. Josh began to laugh like a demon as he emptied a clip from his HMG and the men leaped from the side of the pyramid, neglecting to grab the heavy chest as they did so. Josh chuckled and than jumped onto the pedestal with the chest waiting for the rope to fall from the hole in the cave roof. "Man I can't wait to sell this thing! Hurry up with the rope Sam!"

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The rope that Sam was lowering suddenly stopped in place at an impossible angle for a rope to stop at. Footsteps resounded through the corridor as an anthropomorphic cat in an aviators outfit danced through a doorway into the chamber Joshua now occupied. He spoke directly into his mind. "I know of a treasure more valuable than what lies within that chest. Follow me if you wish to find it." He motioned with a paw, and then danced back out the doorway.

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Jeck finished his meal and left a tip for the bartender. "Thanks for the information. See you around."
Becca stood up and downed the last of her lemonade. As they headed down the street, they noticed another drifter standing next to their destination.
Becca thought about it, "He was in the bar but left before us. What do you think?"
Jeck nodded, "Probably heard about our job. Let's go speak with him."

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Re: Wild Arms, Wings of the Drifter

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Josh stared at the flamboyant cat for about 30 seconds before he decided to follow him after whatever valuable item he spoke about... but not being stupid he took the gold chest with him by placing it into his Poncho for safe keeping. He began to imagine jewels and weapons and solid gold caramel corn. He was caught in a fantasy as he hauled his heavy weapon after the homosexual cat.

"So what kind of treasure am I looking at here? Is it an item or just thousands of Gella laying around?"

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The dust swirled as the threat of a greater storm loomed in the distance, a man walked within the swirling clouds the tail of his duster flapping wildly in the wind. The left hand held tightly to a sheathed sword that seemed to have an unnatural light to it. Both his hands were stained in the blood of three misguided individuals that saw him as easy prey. Oh the fear that must crossed their eyes when they realized it was not a man they fought but a demon


“Wait, what? What do you mean a demon?” The elder man Trent was escorting had an anoying habit of making up stories as they walked. The adventures seemed to mirrior what had just recently transpired and aparently Trent was the hero of this particular story... or was he?

The elder man looked up at the young man walking in front of him. “Well, to be honest Mr. Maxwell, you scare the hell out of me. When those men attacked us, your skill was extraordinary, and the look in your eyes was so cold
 it was unnatural. Then there is that sword you carry, I've never seen any blade, no matter how well made cut through an ARM.”

Trent looked at the sword he carried in his left hand; he could sense its presence. Hard to believe he even had such a weapon; or that he was alive at all.

1 Month Ago
‘According to the information, the swordsman is somewhere in town, but where?’ Trent said to himself as he walked the confusing streets of Guild Galad, he’d been tracking the man for a week now and finally caught up to him. The bounty was too much to pass up and the man was supposed to be an expert swordsman, a rarity in this day and age. Trent couldn’t wait to test his skill against the man. After a lot of asking around and being lead from one shady character to another he got a solid lead. The man was at the power station.

Guild Galad was one of the modern marvels of the world. It was a highly advanced city famous for its use of lost technology. The tech came from the study of relics that had been excavated from the many ruins scattered throughout Filgaia. The funny thing about those ruins was just how many there were. It seemed that a new one was discovered every couple of days. Moving into the industrial sector Trent, made his way to the power station, his bounty was waiting for him.

“So you’re the one that’s been following me. Hmm. A swordsman huh, this should be fun, but I wonder
 are you worthy of being my opponent?” The swordsman was armored and his voice sounded otherworldly coming from the helm that adorned his head. Golden eyes peered through the visor at his would be hunter. “I’ll give you the first move.”

Trent stood before his target with trepidation, something was very wrong here. The feeling he got from this armored swordsman was as if hatred and malice had manifested somehow. Swallowing hard he was beginning to have second thoughts about this job, no wonder the pay was so high. The man gave him the advantage though, and that could make all the difference, The Fast Draw was a lost technique and it just might give him the edge. Taking a stance he flexed his right hand and gripped the hilt. He moved with speed and precision but he failed to see the recognition in his opponent’s eyes.

Blade clashed against blade but the victor was decided the moment Trent cleared his sheath. The armored swordsman had used a similar technique and was also faster. The impact shattered his sword and a gloved hand gripped his throat. “Impressive, but the gap between your power and mine is clear. However, you do show promise. I accept you as my opponent. A swift kick to the abdomen sent Trent flying into the wall. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was the armored swordsman slashing the cooling tubes on the power generator.

When he woke Guild Galad was in flames and he was surrounded by armed guards. They didn’t bother with explanations, he was the only one here and judgment had already been passed. Blow after blow racked his body as the guards beat him into submission, once again darkness claimed him. He would wake in the White sands.

Fear not for I have heard your call
Heavy eyes peered through blurred vision at the brilliant light before him. The voice was not coming from the light but from within his head? Reach forward and take Desire in hand
What was going on? What was this light, this voice
Desire? Reaching into the light his hand gripped around the unmistakable form of a sheathed sword. Your Desire for Life, Vengeance and Power has called me. I am Lucied and I will be with you always.

Present Day: Quartly
Closing his eyes he tightened his grip on the sword. ‘Thank you.’

“Pardon?” The elder man asked.

“Hmm. Oh, it’s nothing, we’re here.”

Entering town the elder man paid him then bid him farewell. Trent took the newly aquired Gella to the bar for a much needed drink.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Saikotsu on Sun Apr 26, 2009 11:32 pm

Jeck thought he recognized Roger, but suddenly several screams at the other end of town caught his attention. "Monster attack! We're under...AHHH!!"
Not waiting to see what Roger did, he ran to the scene, only to find a pack of Barghests attacking civilians and causing havoc. He manifested his ARMS and began making precision shots to deter the beasts, but there were too many for him alone.

Becca took a high position on a balcony above the saloon and began to use earth crests. There was a discipline of crest sorcery where the user threw their crests, but her discipline used the natural power behind the crests. It cost energy from her own personal stores to do it however, so it was a discipline only favored by crest users who had a high amount of energy. Rocks flew out of her staff toward the barghests, injuring some and killing others, but the combined might of Jeck and Becca was only hindering their numbers.

Jeck shouted, "since when do Barghests travel in packs this big, not to mention attacking towns?!"
Before he knew it, he was surrounded by the dog like monsters, and Becca was against the railing of the balcony being 'hounded' by the barghests. "You alright down there Jeck," she shouted.

"I could use a reload, but I'm alright for now," he shouted back.

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The strange cat led Joshua into a massive chamber. The walls were covered by various pictures depicting humans, elw, and guardians fighting against the demons. Amazingly, the pictures were about up to date, depicting the guardians turning into stone as they used their powers to save the land one final time. The cat waited patiently by a treasure chest in the center of the room.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Chrome Shiny on Wed Apr 29, 2009 10:28 pm

Roger was perturbed by the disturbance. Monsters seldom attacked towns. Townsfolk didn't know how to fight monsters, they'd be easy prey. He grabbed his gun and headed out to assist the townsfolk if necessary. A barghest lunged out of a nearby alleyway and stood between him and the rest of the fight. He'd have to deal with this threat first. Taking careful aim, he shot at it, but his shot went wide and hit a nearby sign post. "Damn, thought I had this thing calibrated." The barghest lunged at him so he brought the bladed edge up and ran the beast through. "Foolish critter, do not lunge into an enemies fangs, you'll live longer." Tossing the dead creature aside he resumed his approach to the battle site.

When Roger arrived, Becca and Jeck looked like they were in trouble. He quickly loaded a scatter shot cartridge into his bayonet and let loose. He had to make sure he was within range to hit the animals and not the two drifters. He hadn't noticed before, but Jeck looked familiar, as if they'd met before. Bullets began to rain down in the vicinity of the barghests.

"Looks like I got here just in time. Roger Cascade's the name, exterminatin's my game!"

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Becca was still in the frying pan as the building was sheltering the Barghests surrounding her from the rain of bullets. She took out her staff and deftly dodged barghests as they lunged at her, whacking them over the edge with it.

Jeck finished reloading his guns as he called out, "Roger Cascade? I remember you now. You grew up in Little Twister. My name's Jeck Summers." He launched another volley of bullets at the remaining creatures. Most of them had been injured if not killed by Rogers timely rescue, and his bullets drained the rest of them of their desire to fight. As a group, the remaining creatures fled off into the distance toward a plateau. On top of the plataeu a sillhouete stood with a duster flapping in the wind. As the barghests neared his position he jumped off the side and took off running with them. A dust devil struck up and concealed their departure for a few moments, and as it dissappeared the vista showed nothing but high plateaus and dusty landscape.

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Jeck and Becca had regrouped and walked over to Roger. Jeck was beaming brightly, but Becca just eyed him warily. "Thanks again for your assistance. Things got pretty hairy back there. Did you see how they departed, it looked like someone was directing them."

Becca looked at the two of them, "How's it you two know each other?"

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Josh steeped into the room taking a quick mental picture of everything on the walls and in this room before he approached the treasure chest with a greedy look in his eyes.

"This is it huh? I suppose your not going to tell me what's inside are you? You know if it's a trap I'm going to have to take you down a peg you overdressed kitty you." Josh was having so much fun with this new turn of events. It was like Christmas if you celebrated it in a trap filled temple with a strange cat in an aviator outfit as your guide.

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Normally a saloon was a welcome place for a Drifter. It was a great place to get information as well find work, but for Trent it was a fight waiting to happen. Apparently someone took a great disliking to him and put nice little price on his head; he was greeted by his own visage as soon as he entered through the double doors. “This you?” a man asked holding a Bounty Poster in front of him, he was a rather large fellow with a barrel chest and hands the size of hams. A rank odor of whisky mixed with tobacco escaped his lips every time he opened them. He was clean shaven with a square jaw and he wore an ammo belt that suggested he favored the automatic variety of ARMs, “well?”

Trent looked closely at the picture, “nope, but I think I seen this fellow over in Virtue.” The look in the larger man’s eyes said he wasn’t buying it, “Look I just came in here for a cold hard drink. I’m not looking for trouble, but if you’re willing to gamble your life as a Drifter for a mere 5,000 gella, well, I suppose I can’t stop you.” His voice remained smooth and calm as he spoke to the man, but his eyes told a different story. The light that was in them when he first walked in had died and been replaced with a cold emotionless stare. They were the eyes of a cold blooded killer, one that had seen many battles and the intent to kill was all to clear.

“Hank, I think you should leave the feller alone. Somethin’ aint right about him.” The voice came from a smaller man with a thin beard sitting at a table behind them.

“Ye
yeah I think you’re right. Sorry to bother ya mister.” With that Hank went and sat with his friend, and what was a deathly quite bar turned into a lively joint.

Trent walked up to the bartender and laid down some gella, “whisky, strait.” The bartender poured him a drink without a word then turned to another customer. Trent downed the shot feeling the smooth liquid burn on the way down, “ah
 now that hit the spot.” Turning around he saw Hank and his friend doing there best not to look at him, grinning he turned back around and tapped the bar. Another drink was poured for him. Raising the glass he spoke, ‘To Master Hower,’ then downed the shot. Curious, the bartender asked to whom he referred. “The man who taught me the Evil Eye.”

He was in good spirits when he left the bar, was even waving to the passing citizens of the bridge city, but the mood didn’t last. One of the many things a Drifter learns when out in the Wastes is a keen sense to know when their being watched and Trent’s alarms were blaring. His eyes scanned the streets but saw no one that would give him such a feeling, he looked above him at the rooftops, still nothing. Maybe it was his imagination but his intuition was seldom wrong. Perhaps it was best to leave town. Before he made it to the south exit his observer revealed himself. It was the armored swordsman! “You?”

“You handled that little encounter quite well, but I was hoping for a fight. Perhaps I should up the price. Shall we say another zero?” The swordsman paused for a moment to observe his prey’s reaction, it was predictably calm. “I’m heading to the Ancient Alter. Become stronger and when we meet the battle will be glorious.”

Before Trent could protest the swordsman was gone. ‘The Ancient Alter?’ Tightening the grip on his sword he made his way back to the bar. “Does anyone know where I can find the Ancient Alter?”

The bartender spoke up, “take the rails to Saint Centaur, there should be people there who know about it.”

Trent nodded his thanks then headed to the rail station. Upon a riving he walked up to the ticket vender and bought one ticket to Saint Centaur.

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Re: Wild Arms, Wings of the Drifter

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Chrome Shiny on Fri May 01, 2009 4:59 pm

"We don't know one another very well. I left town when I turned 21, which would make him 14 at the time. We simply grew up in the same town, so we saw each other a lot. And now, we may be able to work together on a job, if you're interested. I overheard the bartender speaking with you about a job, and I want in. I'm willing to take less than my share if you let me join in. I'm more interested in helping people."
It was true that he wanted the money from the job, but he also wanted to help people. His father was known far and wide as a cocky jerk who never shied away from getting his hands dirty. He wanted to bring honor to the Cascade name, so he often took jobs for only partial reward.

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Re: Wild Arms, Wings of the Drifter

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Saikotsu on Sat May 02, 2009 10:33 am

Jeck considered it, "Ok. I'm willing to work with you, what about you Becca?"
Becca nodded, "sounds good. He saved us, the least we can do is let him join."

An old man approached the group. "Thank you so much for protecting our beautiful town of Saint Centaur. Most of the able bodied men who could fight back were injured by those monsters, and I would like to offer you the job of protecting the town for the night while they recover. Are you up to it? Of course, I'm not asking you to do this free, there is a reward involved. If you accept, I will talk with the inn keeper to provide you with lodging as well."

Becca considered it, "I go where you go Jeck, it's up to you."
Jeck turned to Roger, "I'm going to stay, what about you Roger? Feel up to helping us?"

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The cat found the words he was looking for. "The treasure in the chest is a sacred relic of the Baskar people. It's called an Ark Scepter. With it, you can communicate with the guaridans of yore such as myself, and wield their powers. I believe you are worthy of such power. Do you wish to take my test?"

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Josh thought for a moment. The Guardians were powerful beings that helped Drifters become stronger than most people could imagine.

-With power like that I could get into the deepest part of temples and find the most valuable treasures, not to mention having a one up on any monsters or competitors that might cross my path with intent to harm-. Josh thought to himself as he prepared his weapon for battle.

"I accept your challenge! Let's do this!" Josh smiled as he aimed his weapon at the cat.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Chrome Shiny on Sun May 03, 2009 10:23 am

Roger also agreed to help with guarding the town. He wanted to be around in case another attack happened like that. He decided that after the next job, he would investigate the incident and hopefully prevent future attacks from happening. Something bothered him about the figure who had been seen with the barghests. Almost as if he was coordinating the attack, and that meant the town had been deliberately attacked by someone.

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