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Posted in Torrent Oblivion [1x1x1] Posted 7 years ago

Jamie returned to the camp after a short run. He parted some branches in his way, and stepped through a large bush to emerge on the outskirts. There, he saw Canette happily skinning what appeared to be a small animal while humming an adorably addictive tune. He sweatdropped and debated on slowly retreating, but the heavy boots that went up to his knees made far too much noise to hide his appearance.

"Heya Canette," he said aloud while settling on a large log they had pulled close to the fire pit. The silver armor strapped to his body clanked as he sat, and he absentmindedly brushed some dirt off of it. "Good to see at least one of us struck gold. You need some help over there?" He leaned forward and folded his hands, watching her out of curiosity.

"And hey, have you seen Marshall yet? Maybe I should go look for him..."

Posted in Torrent Oblivion [1x1x1] Posted 7 years ago

Jamie Asher sat with his feet dangling off the edge of a rocky outcropping, fishing rod in hand. His lavender eyes opened and closed in an attempt to stay awake, to desperately stave off a fisherman's greatest adversary: boredom.

The rock he had diligently found - or rather, stumbled upon - was settled perfectly over a wide, clear pond deep within the Evergreen Forest. He swore he could see many different kinds of fish swimming about in the clear blue waters, but they were clearly mocking him. They would dart over in small clusters, seemingly look up at him, and open their mouths as if to laugh.

He held the rod in one hand for a moment to release a mighty yawn, and that's when it happened. A small tug on the line. But it grew very strong very quickly, and his yawn was cut short as the rod was almost snatched out of his grasp. He almost choked on some saliva while leaping to his feet, grabbing the rod with both hands and reeling wildly.

"You cheeky little...! You're not getting away with that!" He shouted into the pond and heard a flock of birds dart from a tree to the right, obviously unamused by his cries. He spun on his heel and braced the rod against his shoulder to struggle against the fish... no, the beast that was on the line. He started stepping forward with all his might, digging his bare feet into the foliage and dirt to find some purchase... and pull!

The amazingly loud splash was followed by an enormous plopping sound in front of him as the beast emerged from the pond, and dropped quite literally at his feet. The water it took from the pond doused Jamie, drenching him entirely. His short silver locks matted to his face as tiny fish-like organisms wiggled in his soaked black-silver underclothes. None of that mattered, however, as he laid eyes on the beast before him.

"W-whaaaaaa?!" A swarm of animals leapt into hiding at the shout.

The colossal, speckled blue toad looked at him with lazy eyes. Its mouth went left and right in an agonizingly slow manner as it chewed on the fishing line.

"I... I..." He hung his head. "We can't eat you!" He fell to his knees in defeat and the toad snatched the rod into its mouth with a long, thick tongue.

Posted in Torrent Oblivion [1x1x1] Posted 7 years ago

[This RP is for Dowan, lazymarshmallow, and Mica. Feel free to read along.]

Long ago, the world was threatened by a great evil. Humans laid down their weapons during this time, and put an end to their petty wars in order to confront this entity of terrifying power. Kings and queens, for the first time in many violent centuries, sat peacefully across from one another. Kingdoms rallied under a single banner, and a magnificent force the likes of which has never trodden the earth again marched into the heart of darkness-

"But grandpa, wasn't the Great Evil squished by only a small group of people?"

. . . Why do you want me to tell you the story if you already know it?

"Shut up, Joseph. You always ruin it for the rest of us!"

"But don't you remember? Grandpa told us this before-"

"Just continue, grandpa. Please. Ignore Joseph. He's just a poopie-head!"

"Don't stick your tongue out at me!"

"Poopie-head, poopie-head!"

"For the love of Pokemon, hush you two!"

NOW then. . . as I was SAYING before I was so rudely interrupted. In a time looong before our own, there existed a band of mercenaries. They were nothing particularly special, but their talents did include slaying monsters with relative ease, and occasionally slinging an effective magic spell. If anything could be said about them, they were loyal to one another even before the fighting ceased.

My story, dear children, begins with this unseeming band of heroes. Friends who knew not the true suffering of the world, but who would cleave through mortal bindings and discover the Great Evil at their own pace. That is right, children. Thus begins the tale of those truly responsible for the shielding of the end. . .

For the slayers of the Torrent Oblivion.