Open Chronicles Beach Episode

[Nidraak]

OOC:

The beach is located somewhere on the southern coast in the middle of the map. The beach is covered in big round rocks or shale outcrops. further down is a beach made out of really soft silt!
There are A LOT of sea urchins up north but they can theoretically be found everywhere, including sea cucumbers and jellyfish. also seashells for those that like to dive! (essentially lots of opportunities of getting hurt fun things to do)

The island is not very far and the pier is only like 1m or 80cm wide, the water at the end should be safe to dive in.
The rest of the beach is covered by red soil, pale, coarse grass, low shrubbery and trees like pomegranates or bushes like oleander.

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anther OOC note; Probably better to stick to shorter rp posts for brevity and acessibility.

 

[Former and the Foal]

It was a bright morning at the beach and the red-spotted white foal was the first to burry it's tiny hooves in the soft silt. Her mother was merely grazing back at the pasture, content with the seeming safety of the area.

The gulls already cried and circled high above, while the crickets sang their tunes.

And the sea wave whooshed in, swallowing the silt.
The foal backed off with a kick and a snort.

 

[Lazule]

Lazule didn't know how this happened.

But he was walking along the silty section of a beach, clad completely and perhaps distinctly in an "out of place" manner with the entirety of his armor. There were no monsters to slay, no true purpose for being here.

Yet, curiously, there was a dark elf sitting on his shoulders. Dressed in a manner more adequate for potential swimming. She was tapping on his helm and trying to twist it off and tapping on his helm again when she failed and trying to twist it off in the opposite direction and occasionally humming a tune.

"What are you doing?" Lazule asked.

 

[Rizzo Bouchard]

Rizzo knew exactly how this happened!

Yup! She was there! Now she was here! See? Wow, just like that. And she wanted to go for a swim in the water because it was a really nice day--all sunshine! She was dressed for it. A little top, a little bottom, her normal clothes and stuff over there-there. Where? There-there. That's not important!

What was important was helping Armored Man-Man get his helmet off! It was stuck! Oh no! But never fear, if Rizzo's fingers couldn't pry it loose then she wasn't a real thieeeeeee~~...borrower! Yes! Borrower! He just needed some help, that was all!

"I'm here to help-help!" she said to Lazule. "Don't you worry, we'll get this bucket off your head! howdoyouevenbreatheinthisthing? But nevermind that? Say it with me! One-two-three, heave!"

 

[Former and the Foal]

OH, but the big and vast sea was not the only marvel to behold on this day.
The little foal strutted backwards, kicking up some silt, arching its neck and gazed upon the tall person of four legs and four arms that walked alongside the coast.
Why it had a second pair of legs kicking about in the air was unclear to the filly, but she approached with a trot to greet this weird abomination nonetheless.

 

[Emery Thatcher]

Emery was here for two things. To get drunk and to see butts. He came shirtless with a pack of ales that he had definitely gotten legally, definitely. He wondered if he'd see the gargantuan Toruuk Stoneheart today, as it had been a while.

It'd be nice to have a break from the chaos of his mind and the degeneracy of the city.

He could bring the degeneracy here!

 

[Vittorio Vespa]

To be away from Vel Anir was Vittorio's favorite thing. He'd been avoiding his Dreadlord duties like the damn plague and he didn't intend to stop. The beach was a beautiful way to do so. He came dressed lightly and prepared to enjoy sea life and the gorgeous rays of sun.

He walked passed the repugnant Emery Thatcher who he was pretty sure he'd arrested before. Emery took a look at him and scoffed.

"Whatcha lookin' at, you walkin' fuckin' soliloquy?"

Vittorio was taken aback just briefly before he chose to ignore the ruffian and dip his feet in the water.

 

[Kikwi]

Kikwi toddled along the beach with greatest excitement. He had forgone his usual robes and instead wore a small striped one-piece jumper. It was much cooler in the strong sunlight, and it would dry quickly should the waves reach him. He carried a small bucket and was places seashells into it as he walked, and stopping every so often to peer at tide pools.

Up ahead: people! Perhaps they would like to see what he had collected so far. He picked up the pace and approached the group.

 

[Ashieron]

Leaning back on the medieval version of a beach chair, Ash sighs as he uses some of his magic to keep himself a cozy temperature from the sweltering heat of the day of the beach. He was more or less here to enjoy the waves, the smell of the sea, and the nice breeze that it brought with it.

Not to mention he needed a vacation for once, as he could not remember the last time he had one! Hopefully, this was going to be a nice and relaxing one for him without too many interruptions.

 

[Zier Xya Zythos]

As like many others on this fine day, Zier has no idea where the fuck he is and how he got here but he's here SO he's going to enjoy it. He's dressed lightly and he's ready for some sun!

Wait... 100% without a doubt, completely legal ale? Something he hasn't tried before. He walked behind Emery, snatched some ale while he was getting called a fuckin' soliloquy then strolled away.

 

[Lazule]

Oh. There were horses here.

Lazule turned his helm and watched the fledgling horse approach into the silty section of the beach. Not a monster. There were some scattered others about the beach. Also not monsters. This was not a day for Slaying, but it need not be toward no meaningful end. Insight was always available to be gained, discernments to be made: of particular note aside from three other men was a diminutive birdman. Peculiar.

The dark elf took notice of the horse and squirmed down and off of Lazule's shoulders. This left him with another item of interest: a long-haired man who dipped his feet into the water of the beach. Lazule departed from the horse and the dark elf and approached Vittorio.

The pronged feet of his armor sank deeply into the wet sand where the waters of the beach lapped against the shore. And Lazule said to him, "Do you know how to swim? It is a skill that I have never acquired."

Vittorio Vespa

 

[Rizzo Bouchard]

Oh! There were horses here!

Rizzo grinned ear-to-ear and hopped off of Lazule's shoulders without warning. Adjusted her suit bottom about her waist after her feet touched the sand, and she skipped toward the horse.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Huh, huh? Do you wanna race? You know? Run fast! Zoom!"

It hardly mattered that she was, in fact, speaking to a horse. She grinned at it and clapped her hands and bounced her body left and right all in an effort to try and amp the horse up too. She pointed and said, "Let's race! To the Swirly Pier! On the count of three! One...--"

Before she even said two--let alone three--Rizzo turned and took off running across the beach toward the finish she'd arbitrarily picked out.

Former and the Foal

 

[Vittorio Vespa]

Vittorio looked over to Lazule, surprised that he had been approached for a second time. He smiled quietly towards the armored man.

"Truthfully, I don't. I prefer to experience the sea in its tranquility. I find it to be a beast where man should not dig its claws too far."

 

[Emery Thatcher]

Emery took notice of Rizzo in moments. An eyebrow raise and a head turn to the lovely and rambunctious dark elf parading around and racing horses. Hell, even with this sack of bottled ale he bet he could keep pace with them, allowing him an in to talk to her.

"Ol' up! Ain't no race without Vel Anir's fastes'!" Emery called out to Former and the Foal and Rizzo Bouchard. He lowered his stance and sprinted after them at ludicrous speeds, offering a wink to Rizzo as he caught up.

"Y'think you can best me, doll?"

 

[Former and the Foal]

The foal lept in surprise before landing on her four parted feet once more as the creature split into two. The small equine looked more like a potato on toothpicks than a graceful beast it will grow up to one day be.

With the increasing excitement of the dark elf, the foal seemed to get more and more fired up, with her feet almost dancing upon the silt.
And then.
The equine skedaddled Alongside Rizzo, later joined in by Emery.
She didn't even understand what this was for, but when one runs, everyone runs!

Her tail was held high, and her legs kicked up silt behind her until they reached the rocky shore.

 

[White Swallow]

Unlike the vast majority of the present populace, The White Swallow wore a simplem featureless white robe with a black veil around his shoulders and a scarf headdress wrapped around his face in such a manner that it concealed all but his eyes.
It was... pleasant here. It felt odd though. The White Swallow smiled, not like it mattered.

He finally let his cura-lute, desperately in need of tuning rest by the tree shade and walked towards Ashieron. The only person he knew, but funny enough, this time he sought him out and not the other way around. His eyes briefly glanced at the elf before darting at the approaching beach racers and equine.

Hey, wait a minute, wasn't that dark elf...

 

[Zier Xya Zythos]

Turns out, Zier loves ale. He chugged the bottle and threw it onto the sand. Why don't we steal mor- Fuck! He thought to himself as he saw Emery get up and chase a... horse?

Oh, nice. a dark elf. Haven't seen one before, and who brings a horse to a beach? Anyway, HE TOOK THE ALE. Of course, it's his ale. Judging by the fact he came alone with it, he probably didn't have any intent to share. Well, he already stole one so NOW he'll ask for another.

Zier doesn't think he's that fast, but he can certainly run if he needs to, and he needs to! He got up, stretched, then sprinted towards them. He doesn't care if he can keep up with them or not and he doesn't give a fuck about the race. "HEY!" He managed to tap Emerys shoulder before being outran. "Can I have some ale!?!"

 

[Lazule]

Lazule glanced out across the water, noting the lone island in the distance. Then he turned his helm back down toward Vittorio. Said, "If the wicked emerge from such metaphorical digging, I will slay them."

Lazule started to walk into the water. Insight: while the pronged feet of his suit worked well on dirt, loose sand--especially wet sand--was disadvantageous ground. Difficult to move in, with each step sinking so deeply into the ground. It took him no time at all to reach waist-level in the water.

And he stood there, observing the movements of the tide. Letting the water run between the armored fingers of his suit.

He doubted severely that this body was capable was swimming. Lena's body, yes. Light and buoyant. In this one, an intuitive sense that he would sink immediately if he tried.

Vittorio Vespa

 

[Rizzo Bouchard]

"♫ I'm gonna win, I'm gonna win, I'm gonna win, hey hey hey hey, ♫" Rizzo sang as she ran and kicked up small plumes of silt with her bare feet.

And while she did have her cheeky headstart, it didn't last. The horse started to outpace her. Oh, and there was somebody else!

She flashed a grin back to Emery as she huffed and puffed. Said, "You're gonna get bested by a dollllll~~!"

Two somebody elses!

Rizzo pointed to Zier and shouted to Emery, "Look out! He's going to sneak-sneak attack you!"

She giggled and ran and made it to the transition between the silty beach and the rocky beach and...Ah. Ow. Ah. Ah! Ow. Oh. Oo. Ah! Ow!

Rizzo pinched her left eye shut and curled her lips and--arms stretched out far to either side for balance--seemed to be dancing along a tight-rope as she tried to navigate through the rocky-bits and less-rocky-bits, hopping and skipping and jumping here and here and there and everywhere to avoid running on the rocks in her bare feet.

Former and the Foal Emery Thatcher Zier Xya Zythos

 

[Kikwi]

Kikwi approached the two closest people. Well... people-shaped things. At least one was a person, with long dark hair. The other was mostly metal, and whatever wore that armor must be immense.

He overheard their conversation from afar, his ears easily tuned to the softest sounds. “I cannot swim either,” he butted in to the conversation, “so I like to find things in the shallows. Look! A swirligurgle!” He produced a long helix-shaped shell from his bucket. It was pink and white with spots, and it was quite beautiful.

 

[Former and the Foal]

Neigh neigh neigh neigh, whiny, ♫ . Looks like the elf was not the only loudmouth in town. The little tune, in fact, made the horse take to the wind and run in a rather quick beat. Enough to start kicking the sand at all behind her.

Would seem like she'd win soon too, the curvy pier was a few meters away!

 

[Ashieron]

Ash’s ears twitch as he heard footsteps approaching him and he’d turn his head to look towards none other than the White Swallow. “You’re here too!?” He chirps happily and jumps up off his nice beach chair looking extremely happy as he sort of happy walked toward the Swallow.

“A nice change in you approaching and finding me somehow as opposed to me finding you! How’s things been?” He asks smiling happily his ears just going wild. “I bet as interesting as always!”

 

[TTamark]

True to form Steve's presence was long announce before his visage was in eye sight by the loud ruckus he made as well as the smell of potato stew on the wind.

The sound of his gay laughter rang through the air as he stepped from the brush followed by a horde of undead chickens, and his cows pulling a card with his massive pot of stew. His cows ended up stopping around where the plants thinned, and began munching on the patches of green. Steve however continued on.

Steve waddled up through the dirt and rock heading straight to the water, followed close behind by his chickens of course. Steve waddled all the way up to the water with: a small bag, his "medieval" swim trunks, and two floaties on his arms that looked like two giant potatoes.

Once there he reached into the bag and pulled out a bunch of matching potato floaties for his chickens. He attached some to the wings of some, to others to their legs, and the last few one around their necks. Having fitted his family adequately he meandered into the water all the way till it reached just above his ankles before face planting into the water. His chickens kind of just floating every which direction, in every possible position.

Gasping for air he yelled out to those nearby,

"This beach is quite busy today, huh?"

 

[Vittorio Vespa]

Vittorio enjoyed the company of Lazule immensely in comparison to his Dreadlord peers. He was curious, and spoke strangely. A lot more intrigue involved in this one then with many he met. He smiled quietly as he observed Lazule's own observations of the water. It was peaceful.

Then more curiosity ensued. Kikwi appeared next to the pair and spoke about the water alongside them. Vittorio's smile increased looking down at the owl being whom he'd never seen before.

"Hello there fellow, what may I call you?" Vittorio asked Kikwi with a smile.

 

[Emery Thatcher]

Emery's eyes dragged across Rizzo from bottom to top, hardly concerned with winning the race. Yet his grin widened immensely when she decided to accept his challenge. He was utterly convinced he could beat her. Even beat the horse if he really wanted. He was met with two unexpected trials. One, he encountered the rocky bits beneath his feet as Rizzo had. Which fucking hurt. He grimaced but kept his composure as he tried his best to power through.

This also slowed him down enough for another to catch up to him. Zier was now on his tail asking about ale around the same time that Rizzo had pointed him out. "Uhhh, sure, why the hell not. Catch." He smiled as he pulled an ale out and threw it straight into the air, if not caught it would easily shatter on the rocks they ran across.