The Violent Melting Pot (23rd's Roleplay)


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Like any young adult, 

Average life expectancy in the Middle Ages is in the mid-thirties. That's an average, meaning that for everyone who passed that age someone else had succumbed to famine, disease, or war before it. You weren't an old man at forty, but people typically died of natural causes in their fifties or sixties, a precious few made it into their eighties. 

(He might  think of himself as "middle-aged" at this time.) 

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Wright heard the words South America the moment he stepped onto the grasslands of Porcorum, not noticing the pigs around them stopping to stare as he turned towards Whash. "What is South America?" He had heard of many places after he'd gained freedom in that earthquake. England, India, Songhai. He had never heard of any Americas, however.

 

Before he could say anything else he felt something rough tap his shoulder. Caught by surprise, Wright stumbled a bit before turning around. There, before him, was one of the bi-pedal pigs. There were burn scars on his cloven feet and he wore a large silk robe, tons of little blackened holes scattered about the garment. It finally dawned on him that every single pig in the village had stopped what they were doing to stare at the three intruders, one of whom was busy poking at the air with her leafy digits.

 

Before panic put the idea of violence in Wright's mind, the pig who had tapped his shoulder spoke. "I am Marcus, ruler of Porcorum and all her holdings. Why have you all come here?"

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Stares could now be felt against her fur and feathers, prompting the bird to look toward the direction of the town she had not noticed before and at all the porkers that resided in the area. She tilted her head slightly to one side, unsure of what to make out of the scene in front of her.

It was probably a good thing this bird wasn't one for violence, because getting hit by the edge of her leaves would HURT.

 

However, she still didn't wait to be invited into the village, instead opting to float...through...some of the buildings to see her surroundings. She passed through the various buildings and explored the town as if nothing was in her way, acting much like a peaceful, curious ghost would in such a moment. She kept her foreleaves close together as she snaked her way around in the air, nothing catching her attention yet...

 

(Sorry for delay, Feb 7th was my b-day.)

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Velage, to say the least, was confused. He tried to communicate with the bird, it didn't respond, then the bird noticed him all on his own, and when he responded, it ignored him again. Frustrated, Velage eventually ended up giving up on trying to be noticed, and instead resorted to walking behind the the other two, who were talking about something called a "South America", in case his "ability" eventually became of any use to them. Immediately after taking his attention off the bird, he noticed that hey were surrounded by the pig monsters he saw before. Unaware of the fact that they were relatively harmless, Velage attempted a feeble punch at one who was wearing a robe, not affecting him physically, but transferring the remainder of his insanity to the beast.

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(Sorry for not posting in the 24 hour threshold... School got busy when they found out that they in fact couldn't have the children go to school in a blizzard. So.)

Claudius stared at West's body, now alone. What... What had he done? Well, he'd killed a man, that's what he did. But why? How was it that Shatter's dark forces reached him even here? But no... Shatter's magic was different. He'd been victimized to it many times. He wouldn't have his sanity at this point if it was Shatter. But it was indeed dark, shadowy magic. Who could have done such a thing? He sighed, emotion flooding through him. He'd killed an innocent man. Besides from being fairly annoying, the man didn't deserve to die... Claudius shook his head to clear his mind of the thoughts. He had to catch up with the others. Rising to his feet, he began running as fast as his heavily armored mechanical body would allow.

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