Tales Untold: a Tactics Ogre RP

[ArgyleNinja]

(Sorry for stealing your story title, Tobi!)

Alright, here's the story with this one. It takes place during Tactics Ogre: Let Us Cling Together, but it's an entirely different storyline. Kinda like those second stories you get in the NIS games after beating the original story. Anyway, if you want to make a reference to the game's main storyline, be my guest, but I'm trying to keep this story original, so if we could do that, that'd be great.

Aside from that, my usual rules apply. Keep it in-universe, no overly-excessive swearing, no godmoding characters. So, enjoy!

[Xernuht]

I made a character. Now we just need some more... unless you wanna start now?

[ArgyleNinja]

I'd rather start now, so people won't think the story never kicked off.

[Xernuht]

Well, whenever you're ready. Worst comes to worst, we can play on our own.

Also, I'm planning a Gods Eater RP. Do your research if you wanna join.

[ArgyleNinja]

Meh, I'll probably just get Gods Eater Burst with my Christmas money. How is it, anyway? (continue this conversation via PM, plzkthx)

*Town of Krysaro, nighttime. All of the people living there are inside their homes, protected from the chill rains outside. All, that is, save for three figures roaming the wet streets, their thick cloaks soaking wet and flapping in the unforgiving winds. One of the figures turns to another*

???:Hey, Theodora, we there yet?

*The figure addressed as Theodora shakes her head*

Theodora:How in Blazes should I know? I'm not the one with the map! You gave that luxury to Hugo!
???:Fair enough. Hugo, are we there yet?
Hugo:I can't tell, Emil. It's too dark, and I daren't look at the map to check, for fear that it would be soaked by these blasted rains, or worse, swept away on a stray curl of wind. Boss mentioned a sign above the bar, maybe we should check for that.

*Suddenly, a gust of wind knocks a stray clump of leaves off of a roof, which hits Theodora in the face*

Theodora:...Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the weather around here?
Emil:Countless times, love...Oh! I think I see the sign!

*Emil points to a sign in the distance, dancing in the wind over a wooden door. The sign reads "The Jovial Horseman Inn & Tavern", with a picture of a fat man on a horse holding a tankard and laughing heartily under the letters*

Emil:Good. We can finally escape this thrice-damned storm.

*The group runs over to the door and enters*

[Xernuht]

On the outskirts of Krysaro, a lone man walks, his heavy black coat, wide-brimmed black hat and traveling sack soaked with rain.

????: Accursed weather. I had hoped it would have let up by now.

As he moves deeper into the town, he looks for a place to rest. Lifting his hat just a bit, he sees a sign with 'Inn' on it. Without a moment's hesitation, he shoves through the door, escaping the weather that had been plaguing his journey for the 20 miles he had walked to reach his destination.

[ArgyleNinja]

*The inside of the bar is a relentless assault on the senses. Bright, loud, smelly, sticky, and the air itself seemed thick with the taste of blood, sweat, and mead. Theodora shifts uncomfortably through the crowd to the bar*

Theodora:Excuse me, sir!
Tavernmaster:Eh?
Theodora:I was wondering if a friend of mine had arrived here yet. A swordsman by the name of Matthias?
Tavernmaster:Hmm...Lemme check the books, I'll be right back. Anything I can get you in the meantime?
Theodora:A warm bowl of soup for myself and my comrades would be appreciated.
Tavernmaster:Gotcha, 3 soups. That'll be 45 Goth.

*Theodora pays the man, and he shuffles into the kitchen. Emil makes his way over to Theodora's side and hands her 15 Goth*

Theodora:What's this?
Emil:You paid for us. You know how I never like to leave a debt standin'.

*Just then, a big, swarthy hog of a man sits himself between Theodora and Emil*

???:Oi, missus. Me an' my mates was jus' thinkin' if you'd mind joinin' us for a round.
Theodora:No thank you. I'm waiting for someone. Even if that were not the case, you see I am already with someone.
???:Who, this stringbean?

*The man turns to face Emil*

???:Oi, stick boy. Best be makin' yerself scarce if you know what's good for ya.

[Xernuht]

The man moves to the bar, a spring in his step as he carefully avoids the other patrons, a phantom amongst the lights.

?????: Oh, just missed the owner.

Sliding into an empty seat at the bar, he removes his coat and hat, shaking the loose water off them. His long black hair catches the light in a dark shade of brown.

?????: Still, a lively place. Maybe worth hanging around for a few days.

As he swings around to be the first to claim the next order, a loud voice catches his attention.

???:Who, this stringbean?

With a sigh, the man checked his belt. His blade was on his left, still in its sheathe, the white hilt contrasting the blacks, browns, and reds of his clothing. On his left was a pistol, slightly dampened, but still able to fire. Donning his hat, he leaves his seat, circling around to keep his equipment and the loud troublemaker in his line of sight.

?????: *Sigh*

???:Oi, stick boy. Best be makin' yerself scarce if you know what's good for ya.

[ArgyleNinja]

Emil:Come now, friend, let's try to avoid any unpleasantness. How about I buy another round for you and your friends there, and we all forget this never happened?

*Emil hands the thug some money, but the thug smacks it away, then knocks Emil from his stool*

Thug:I don't want yer money. Now git, before I 'ave my mates git ya for ya.
Emil:...Alright...I'd hoped to avoid this...

*Emil slowly gets up, then tosses some kindnof black powder in the thug's eyes, blinding him*

Thug:AAAAUGH! Kill 'im!

*The thug's friends try to rush Emil, but Hugo bashes one over the head with an empty barrel, then swings the stool he was sitting on into a second thug's face, knocking him over a table. Emil takes care of the leader with a quick series of blows to the stomach, solar plexus, and foread, and finishes by punching him in the chest with both hands, first in succession, then at the same time*

Emil: Don't get back up.

[Xernuht]

With a sigh of relief, the man in black comes over to the site of the ruckus.

?????: My, my... what a mess. Here, let me get him out of the way.

As he reaches to drag the unconscious thug away, one of the thug's friends shoves a dagger in his face.

Goon: Hold on there, stranger.

?????: Now, now, no need for violence. I'm just getting him out of the way. Feel free to lend a hand.