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11-12-2012, 06:19 AM
The World of Cacti
I really hate that name, if someone could come up with something better that would be awesome
Rated M to make it cooler. Probably just contains some swearing and some violence.
Welcome to - a wild tale about the many members of RPA or something. Join V as he attempts to salvage his life and power around RPA. Nothing serious here, just an attempt at another RPA story! Imp couldn't have all the fun
[I]Starring: V, Koti, Wattz, Kris, Troy, and whoever else gets shoved in here.
if you want to be in it send me a message and I can put you in somewhere....
Chapter 1: The Downfall of V
The ruins stretched across the hillside. Smoke rose from many places filling the sky above, and in some places the rubble still was aflame. Only a few rooms remained of what had been once a tall structure. The Fortress of Thorns was no more, the mansion destroyed by a mighty force.
V, owner of the smoking rubble, stood at the edge clutching a letter in one hand.
Around him lay the Elite Cactus Guard, V's faithful soldiers that had stood in the way of the onslaught. Many were dead but others continued to groan from injuries or as they died alongside their comrades. But V couldn't focus on them right now, nor on his destroyed mansion – there was something worse on his mind.
Besides, those soldiers weren't elite, probably just some trainees – and this mansion wasn't even the good one.
After some further contemplation V headed toward the village at the base of the hill. He needed to get a group together, some wild adventurers ready for a … er wild adventure. And everybody knew there was only one place to find worthy companions. The local tavern.
Except this was more on an inn. Close enough. The problem was that it was early in the morning, most adventurers would be sleeping off the previous nights fun. V found the inn's common room empty of patrons. He strolled up to the bar where the Keeper of the Inn awaited.
“So you're going after Merry G then,” commented the Keeper.
V stood and stared back dumbly before finally saying, “how do you know it was her?”
“The cursive V on that letter in yer hand, only one person could have written that,” the reply came with the Keeper pointing to the letter.
He looked down at the paper noting the twirly lettering, “I guess so. I'm looking for some adventurers, do you know anyone about?”
Keeper rubbed his bearded chin as he thought, “well since no one is here, I can't be sure.” Just when the dejected V turned to leave, he asked, “what did you even do to earn the wrath of the fairy admin?”
“Oh I stole her shoes,” V said flippantly, waving a hand as if it was the littlest thing.
If Keeper had been drinking something he would have spat it across the room. A horrified look plastered itself upon his face. Reaching for a drink he spluttered out, “you did what!?” He held a hand on his forehead covering the worried lines, he lifted the glass to his lips and said, “please tell me it wasn't the red ones...”
“You don't understand,” revealed V, “I stole them all!”
This time Keeper spat his drink.
“Fucking hell man!” He gasped out.
“BWAHAHAHA!” A new voice laughed out, “very audacious V!”
“Insane!” Keeper muttered looking to the newcomer.
She had appeared out of thin air it seems, which was very near likely. Watching them she sat on one of the tables, her blonde hair waving in the wind of her magical arrival. It was the Witch known as Wattz. She strolled over to them. “Welp, I'm in. So what do we do, go up against Merry?”
“What? No,” V waved the idea away, “I'm not that crazy.”
“Could have fooled us..”
“Alright I am, but we'll save that for another day. Alas the Cacti Army is in danger,” V lifted the letter and threw it on the table for them to read.
Or that was his intention. Instead the paper landed on a candle and suddenly burst into flames. Within seconds there was nothing left but ashes. “Gah!” V threw his hands in the air, “why is there even a candle there!”
Keeper shrugged.
“Bah! Merry informed me about something known as the 'Poison of the Plants' – do you know what that is?”
V was feeling pretty smug, sure that neither of them would have any idea about the poison. After they admitted that he would announce his recently acquired knowledge with a flowery performance.
“Yup,” Keeper replied. Wattz echoed him, “yup, me too.”
“Well it is this- what!”
“We already know.” Sighed Wattz, waving him to continue on.
“I see,” he glared at them. V was often late to finding out information and gossip. “I must obtain the Poison before someone else does, otherwise the Cacti Army will be destroyed.”
“And your power around RPA will cease to exist,” piped up Wattz, reinforcing his words and the disaster that would befall his life if it occurred. “Do you know where the Poison is?”
“Yes, all the way over the other side of RPA. Luckily I have a Map!” He exclaimed those words, holding so much excitement over something so trivial. V pulled a scroll from his back pocket, waving it at them both. It was a gift from his brother Imp several years ago, he'd carried it about ever since. There weren't many cartographers at RPA, maps were a treasure. “We need to head through General first.”
“Should be easy enough,” Wattz said.
“I wouldn't be so sure,” Keeper said cautiously, “how many enemies have you made over the years V?” Who began counting them off on his fingers as Keeper spoke. “Besides Merry – there is Imp of course, Storm wants you out of the way for his Squirrel army, Siks probably does too -”
“This Poison wouldn't be his style, that ninja does things subtly.”
“Unlike you – where was I... Then there is Kris, no one knows what you did there-”
“Hey! It isn't always my fault!”
Keeper and Wattz looked at him with disbelief. V looked between them and mumbled something under his breath about no one ever believing him. Keeper continued, “my point is, anyone of these could come after you now. With your army destroyed right now you're vulnerable.”
This hit V hard, he began to shake with fear his eyes darting around the room. The Keeper was right, there was so many people who could be after him. Wattz shifted and the floorboards creaked, V jumped. Over in a corner he thought he saw someone huddled in the shadows. He breathed out, thinking 'calm down', there was no one there. It was just his fear getting the better of him.
Over in the corner listening in was a huddled figure. It was Troy. Evil Troy. The dark minion to the despicable one known as Kris. He was listening in the V's increasingly despairing situation with interest. Soon he will report this all to his master. Perhaps this time he would be rewarded and set free, he closed his eyes and thought of freedom. It had been so long.
“How do you feel?” Asked Wattz suddenly, “do you still hold power?”
V sensed the capabilities still within him, however diminished they were. He practiced a few of his infamous stabs into thin air.
And destroyed a table.
“Seems a little weakened.”
Keeper groaned looking at the sudden mess. “This always happens with you adventurers.”
“Yup, good old adventurers. C'mon Wattz, Keeper, we've got Poison to find,” V said making his way to the door with Wattz by his side.
“Hey wait! I never agreed to come with you. V wait up, can we talk about this! You'll find others along the way. You don't need me...”
“At least pay for the table!”
~
Next time!
After reporting to Kris, Troy joins his master in the hunt for V hoping to stop him. Meanwhile V and his group travel the desert that is General.... however he's gotten them lost. While they try to find out where they are, their pursuers close in.
I really hate that name, if someone could come up with something better that would be awesome
Rated M to make it cooler. Probably just contains some swearing and some violence.
Welcome to - a wild tale about the many members of RPA or something. Join V as he attempts to salvage his life and power around RPA. Nothing serious here, just an attempt at another RPA story! Imp couldn't have all the fun
[I]Starring: V, Koti, Wattz, Kris, Troy, and whoever else gets shoved in here.
if you want to be in it send me a message and I can put you in somewhere....
Chapter 1: The Downfall of V
The ruins stretched across the hillside. Smoke rose from many places filling the sky above, and in some places the rubble still was aflame. Only a few rooms remained of what had been once a tall structure. The Fortress of Thorns was no more, the mansion destroyed by a mighty force.
V, owner of the smoking rubble, stood at the edge clutching a letter in one hand.
Around him lay the Elite Cactus Guard, V's faithful soldiers that had stood in the way of the onslaught. Many were dead but others continued to groan from injuries or as they died alongside their comrades. But V couldn't focus on them right now, nor on his destroyed mansion – there was something worse on his mind.
Besides, those soldiers weren't elite, probably just some trainees – and this mansion wasn't even the good one.
After some further contemplation V headed toward the village at the base of the hill. He needed to get a group together, some wild adventurers ready for a … er wild adventure. And everybody knew there was only one place to find worthy companions. The local tavern.
Except this was more on an inn. Close enough. The problem was that it was early in the morning, most adventurers would be sleeping off the previous nights fun. V found the inn's common room empty of patrons. He strolled up to the bar where the Keeper of the Inn awaited.
“So you're going after Merry G then,” commented the Keeper.
V stood and stared back dumbly before finally saying, “how do you know it was her?”
“The cursive V on that letter in yer hand, only one person could have written that,” the reply came with the Keeper pointing to the letter.
He looked down at the paper noting the twirly lettering, “I guess so. I'm looking for some adventurers, do you know anyone about?”
Keeper rubbed his bearded chin as he thought, “well since no one is here, I can't be sure.” Just when the dejected V turned to leave, he asked, “what did you even do to earn the wrath of the fairy admin?”
“Oh I stole her shoes,” V said flippantly, waving a hand as if it was the littlest thing.
If Keeper had been drinking something he would have spat it across the room. A horrified look plastered itself upon his face. Reaching for a drink he spluttered out, “you did what!?” He held a hand on his forehead covering the worried lines, he lifted the glass to his lips and said, “please tell me it wasn't the red ones...”
“You don't understand,” revealed V, “I stole them all!”
This time Keeper spat his drink.
“Fucking hell man!” He gasped out.
“BWAHAHAHA!” A new voice laughed out, “very audacious V!”
“Insane!” Keeper muttered looking to the newcomer.
She had appeared out of thin air it seems, which was very near likely. Watching them she sat on one of the tables, her blonde hair waving in the wind of her magical arrival. It was the Witch known as Wattz. She strolled over to them. “Welp, I'm in. So what do we do, go up against Merry?”
“What? No,” V waved the idea away, “I'm not that crazy.”
“Could have fooled us..”
“Alright I am, but we'll save that for another day. Alas the Cacti Army is in danger,” V lifted the letter and threw it on the table for them to read.
Or that was his intention. Instead the paper landed on a candle and suddenly burst into flames. Within seconds there was nothing left but ashes. “Gah!” V threw his hands in the air, “why is there even a candle there!”
Keeper shrugged.
“Bah! Merry informed me about something known as the 'Poison of the Plants' – do you know what that is?”
V was feeling pretty smug, sure that neither of them would have any idea about the poison. After they admitted that he would announce his recently acquired knowledge with a flowery performance.
“Yup,” Keeper replied. Wattz echoed him, “yup, me too.”
“Well it is this- what!”
“We already know.” Sighed Wattz, waving him to continue on.
“I see,” he glared at them. V was often late to finding out information and gossip. “I must obtain the Poison before someone else does, otherwise the Cacti Army will be destroyed.”
“And your power around RPA will cease to exist,” piped up Wattz, reinforcing his words and the disaster that would befall his life if it occurred. “Do you know where the Poison is?”
“Yes, all the way over the other side of RPA. Luckily I have a Map!” He exclaimed those words, holding so much excitement over something so trivial. V pulled a scroll from his back pocket, waving it at them both. It was a gift from his brother Imp several years ago, he'd carried it about ever since. There weren't many cartographers at RPA, maps were a treasure. “We need to head through General first.”
“Should be easy enough,” Wattz said.
“I wouldn't be so sure,” Keeper said cautiously, “how many enemies have you made over the years V?” Who began counting them off on his fingers as Keeper spoke. “Besides Merry – there is Imp of course, Storm wants you out of the way for his Squirrel army, Siks probably does too -”
“This Poison wouldn't be his style, that ninja does things subtly.”
“Unlike you – where was I... Then there is Kris, no one knows what you did there-”
“Hey! It isn't always my fault!”
Keeper and Wattz looked at him with disbelief. V looked between them and mumbled something under his breath about no one ever believing him. Keeper continued, “my point is, anyone of these could come after you now. With your army destroyed right now you're vulnerable.”
This hit V hard, he began to shake with fear his eyes darting around the room. The Keeper was right, there was so many people who could be after him. Wattz shifted and the floorboards creaked, V jumped. Over in a corner he thought he saw someone huddled in the shadows. He breathed out, thinking 'calm down', there was no one there. It was just his fear getting the better of him.
Over in the corner listening in was a huddled figure. It was Troy. Evil Troy. The dark minion to the despicable one known as Kris. He was listening in the V's increasingly despairing situation with interest. Soon he will report this all to his master. Perhaps this time he would be rewarded and set free, he closed his eyes and thought of freedom. It had been so long.
“How do you feel?” Asked Wattz suddenly, “do you still hold power?”
V sensed the capabilities still within him, however diminished they were. He practiced a few of his infamous stabs into thin air.
And destroyed a table.
“Seems a little weakened.”
Keeper groaned looking at the sudden mess. “This always happens with you adventurers.”
“Yup, good old adventurers. C'mon Wattz, Keeper, we've got Poison to find,” V said making his way to the door with Wattz by his side.
“Hey wait! I never agreed to come with you. V wait up, can we talk about this! You'll find others along the way. You don't need me...”
“At least pay for the table!”
~
Next time!
After reporting to Kris, Troy joins his master in the hunt for V hoping to stop him. Meanwhile V and his group travel the desert that is General.... however he's gotten them lost. While they try to find out where they are, their pursuers close in.