Mad Plans: Freestyle RP!

[Khael!]

Welcome! Here's a little trial to get this RP running.

Post character information in the signup thread if you want to join, and we'll figure out a turn order from there. If you're scared about anything, check the rules post I made in the Signup thread, and see if the stuff there helps. If not, feel free to message me telling me I'm a complete idiot and forgot something blatant. (I work better with peer editors, gadzooks!) Also make sure to read the regular roleplay rules. We have to be careful not to get too Red Magey in here; at least until this thing is well established.

I'll have a character myself who will do stuff independently of my dice rolling, which will help me learn how to run this well in the long run. (Don't worry, I love it when stuff goes wrong with my characters. there will be no dice abusing.)

~~~
You slowly stop the spinning inside your head and sit up.

Hmm... strange. You don't recollect there being quite so much... pine forest just a minute ago. Little pieces of singed burlap litter the dry pebbly ground. You try to recall recent events.

...A large exploding fwoomph noise comes to mind... there was a bet... something about putting a magical sword inside... some sort of magical holding, bag... thing? You look down, realizing the burlap probably was that bag at some point. You notice several other people scattered about, looking equally dazed.

One guy, wearing a narrow pair of blue sunglasses and a black overcoat, is muttering to himself in a tree. Despite his sharp-dressed style, long red-brown hair and witty soul patch, he looks like a complete idiot up there.

"Damnit, I can't even win a lousy bet, and now I have a... why is there a treebranch stuck through my arm? Must've appeared halfway through it..." He reaches for a curved blade at his side, seemingly contemplating where to cut.

You decide to do something besides watch, for your own sake. Or possibly his.

[Preturbed]

Eli Revelin:

This certainly is a strange place. It is a pine grove, but the smell is not what I remember of my home groves. I can see a few other beings (people? I hesitate to say) from where I stand, and they're all either passed out or just as confused as me. Stranger still, I thought I just heard narration from above, but I don't think the narrator was addressing me personally. There's still somebody up in that tree, regardless of cicumstance.

I'm not the hero of this story, heck I hope to qualify for sidekick sometime soon. But I can't resist the urge to help the strangely clad man. He's obviously less in touch with nature than I, but on a more literal level he's more in touch than I've ever been.

I shout up at the man, "Don't cut that branch! ... or that arm! I'll help you as soon as I can!" then take a good look around to see if there might be anything to aid me in my endeavor.

EDIT: ((OOC: 42, I don't think that was the X's intent. Somehow I think more than one of us was involved in the Bet on a Bag of Holding Incident. Eli was not invloved, perhaps Roy was.))

[xravi]

“Don’t worry about me I just landed on my head.” Roy get on his feet quickly and looks around. “Hmm what happened anyway.” He takes a pause to look more closely at his surroundings. “I still win right? If so I am going to dance now.” Roy thrusts his pelvis forward then he stops with his eyes wide open. “Ok maybe not.”

edit: ((42PETUNIS I am not the guy in the tree.))

[42PETUNIAS]

(OOC: is this going to be the turn order? so should everyone thats posted wait until everyone has joined? One more thing, are you going to tell us stats/ possesions/gold?

Edit: gotcha, sorry, it just seemed that you were responding to his talking to the guy on the branch)

Ataska peeked out from behind a tree, seeing the two morons join together. He had been camping just outside of town, and hearing voices slipped from a small hole between some roots where he had slept, and put his blanket into his pack with practiced ease. He had then deftly climbed into a tree and hidden, as he watched a ragtag group of all species, loudly walk out into the open, and then make one of the stupidest bets he had ever seen or heard of. They decided to go against everything everyone knows about bags of holding, and put a sharp weapon in it, and on top of this, the foul creatures actually bet on it! The bag exploded, harsher than he had expected, and throwing him from his tree. He landed harshly on the ground, then started to make a check for broken vials of poison, then lost conciousness as one of the broken bottles of sleep-inducing poison. He awoke, and after checking himself for wounds other than that scratch, he climbed back up the tree, and noticed all the unconcious bodies, and the two that had risen. There were an awful lot of them though, and he thought that if he waited until all the concious ones had left he, aided by a few choice stabs, could help himself to a few purses, they had bet a fair amount, so at least some of them would have money.

Drawing his focus back onto those that had risen, he shook his head in disdain, one of them actually thrust out his pelvis in a barbaric show of joy. He sighed and slipped out of sight, he could stay hidden like that for over a day, not moving, just listening.

[Ogianres]

"Hmph, such a commotion could wake a hibernating white dragon! Why was I curst with such an appreciation and liking of serenity and peace in a world where the loud are constantly thrust upon me? Mayhaps they are here to kill me, now that would be a treat, ha!" The man was laying on his back in a spot of particularly tall grass, gazing up through the pine needles at the sky above, "bah! I am never so lucky." The man spoke in a deep voice, heavily accented with frequent slurs, phonetically-pronounced vowels, and slightly rolled R's, "heh heh, this will be interesting for sure!"

The man rolled over on to his stomach and stretched out his limbs with a loud, deep groan, and stood up to his full 6'4" height and leaned back, still stretching out his arms, "Nrgh, ah! My head has been cleaved by a dwarf! Never has any planeswalker, wizard, mage, or cleric ever spoke of such a headache!" the man paused, realizing he has been monolouging his thoughts out loud, "perhaps the sound of my own voice will soothe me."

The man chuckled, his breath whistling slightly as it sped past his small tusks into the air, but quickly stopped, and began to run his hands over his body, searching for any wounds. Good, he thought, my skin is still a beautiful tinge of yellow-green all over! Nothing is wrong, at least, nothing on the outside. He started brushing grass off of his plain, brown robes, causing a tinkling sound as his hands grazed past his bottles and flasks, held to him by belts around his middle. He looked around at the others in the clearing, perhaps one or more of these people know where we are. Bah! I am never so lucky.

((OOC: I will avoid using his name until he has reason to tell someone his name.))

[The Argent Lord]

((From the original post, it looks like we were somewhere else originally, but the explosion teleported us here. I'm going with that assumption in my post.))

Safra woke up in the forest, lying flat on her back. The demon's instincts immediately took over, but the attempted roll onto her feet failed due to an altered center of gravity, and she wound up exactly how she'd started, but a few feet to the left. She picked herself up more carefully, then glanced around. There were quite a few people there, most of them still regaining their wits. Hoping they hadn't seen her, she quickly scrambled up a tree and hid in the branches.

[Myst]

The cat-person sat up, licking his hand and rubbing it against his ear, trying to calm down after the overly loud noises. Looking around, he noticed several people gathered around a tree, talking to someone who seemed to have a branch growing out of him. He tilted his head to the side as a little girl ran past him, but before following her further was distracted by the constant buzz of some green guy monologuing to himselfmust be a bad guy, they're the only ones who talk that much.

With one last shake of his head and a flick of his tail, the cat jumped to his feet and scampered up the tree until he was next to the man growing out of it. "Hi! Whatcha doing?"

[Bisected8]

After leaving the dark room I had a dilemma on my hands-where to start. Suddenly ahead I noticed a group of people around a tree. Feeling at the very least they may know something I decided to approach them while remaining hidden in the long grass and eavesdrop.

[Khael!]

Eli, after calling to the man, you scan your surroundings for anything useful. Some small rocks, pine needles, a large moss-covered boulder pressing against a pine covered in a type of fungus... There doesn't appear to be anything useful in the immediate situation... You consider taking a closer look at the guy's arm when something reflective catches you eye. You find a tiny vial of colourless liquid by the boulder.

Ataska, you only manage to find four of the five vials you had. Two sleep poisons, and one minor paralyzing poison, plus the broken one.
You make it up the tree completely undetected. Soon after, a stranger who seems more at home in the woods comes to the base of your tree. They stoop for a moment, and stand up again inspecting something. You can't tell what it is they're looking at, but they don't seem to suspect your presence.

Safra, you catch a glimpse of a strange cat person as you run. You're sure they noticed you, though you make surprisingly little noise. In your rush to climb, you unwittingly snap the crisp twigs on one of the branches. The noise was obvious to everyone, but you keep completely hidden from sight in the thick pine boughs.
You notice many clusters of large pine cones within your grasp.

Lindo, you fail to notice where the little girl scampered off to. You hear a branch crack not too far off, but pay it little attention as you clamber up another tree yourself.

~~~

Dragoon pauses, and puts the blade away.

Dragoon: ...Alright, I'll wait. Are you sure I can't just cut it? We're talking branch and arm are totally taking up the same space here. Good thing it wasn't a very large branch... Yes, Roy, you bloody win. I'll give you the 20 gp I owe you and some gum after we get me down from here. ...stupid bet. What the hell kind of bag of holding throws you into a forest because of one lame sword?

The cat being bounces into view, their face several inches from Dragoon's. He seems surprised momentarily, but quickly fades into curiosity.

Dragoon: ...Were you with us before? I wasn't aware my bet had attracted an audience! I dunno what I'm doing here, to be frank. I mean, look at my arm! Stupid thing hurts. It's kind of cool though.

[Preturbed]

((OOC: Did I do this too soon? I went back and counted players after posting, and it doesn't seem everyone has joined yet. Khael, I think you missed Roy.))

Eli Revelin:

Those around me are beginning to wake up and several seem to have already invented their own plans to rescue the stranger in the tree. I'm largely oblivious to this though, mostly absorbed in my search.

"Hmm, lets see," I mutter to myself. "Pine Needles? The forest is covered in those. I could make a rope out of that and climb up, but it could take forever. Those rocks could make decent ammunition for a sling, if I hadn't left mine at home. I should probably collect a few anyway. Hey, this fungus looks weird!"

After picking up five little rocks, I take a sample of the fungus and examine it. "Could this have some alchemic use?" I wonder quietly. Being from another universe entirely, the form of this plant is slightly different from those I am used to. Hopefully its just a variant of a species I already know.

While sampling the strange plant, I notice the vial. Not seeing any other vials in the immediate area, I resolve to keep this one in my pouch until I discover who it belongs to.

After this, I walk around the boulder. Dissatisfied with my visual scan of the area, I sit crosslegged with my back to the stone and Commune with Nature. I haven't yet come up with a way to rescue the poor fella in the tree, so I devote a higher than usual portion of this meditation to his conundrum. Even faced with this problem, I'm also concerned about getting the lay of the land and discovering more than what is in the immediate area.

Before sinking deep into my meditative spell, I wonder if the branch is through his arm or if the wood has meshed with his flesh.