Test Drive!

[ardanians]

Scenario 1: It's a normal day in the city, with no giant rats in the immediate vicinity. Wander the royal gardens, check out the bards in the gazebo, maybe take a trip to the gambling hall...

Scenario 2: SUDDENLY THERE IS A TROLL. No, literally, the damn things appear out of actual nowhere. Usually near the marketplace though because apparently ten foot high, regenerating green things have a lot of use for gold?

Scenario 3: Welcome to the wilds of Valmorgen! For some reason, there are swamps adjacent to desert; it's probably the fault of some ancient wizards. Treasure chests, monsters, and ruins are scattered liberally across the landscape.

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Scenario 3

[facepunching]

Soren picked his way across the rocky desert. He was lightfooted, which helped his cause somewhat, but it was also damnably hot -- especially with a tome or two tucked under one arm.

"This is a fool's errand. We should be traveling at night, not roasting during the day. Likely the other travelers will have picked through most of the treasure already."

1, but hey, 2 can easily happen

[monster_san]

Fuu felt quite out of place... a feeling that was all too familiar, really. She wished that Hikaru and Umi were here, but there wasn't anything she could do about that--at least she had been lucky enough to keep her armor and weapon.

Now she moved with some wariness around the streets of a true medieval city, noting every sight and sound (and smell). There was a distinctly storybook quality to the place, but she pushed down on those instincts. Instead, she made a beeline for the first fellow Outlander she saw. Strength in numbers, because surely there were pickpockets about and she'd heard of the giant sewer rats. "What an active place this is!" she commented by way of conversation.

LETS TAKE ON A TROLL GUYS COME ON

[everydayimdovahkiin]

"Yol--" The word is an inhale, and despite it's low tone, resoundingly powerful- maybe just due to the nature of the language itself, the words carrying a sort of power- "TOOLSHUL!" And on the exhale and shout, flames erupt from the tall man's very breath, spreading over the massive green beast and singing its flesh.

And one of the cloth banners from a marketplace stall. But-- hey, no more damage than the beast would have done if left unattended?

The man in the bulky armor steps back, a wide grin breaking over his face and stretching the scars there as he calls out in a thick accent. "Come, now! Face me and be slain, monster!" Asvaldr... almost seems like he's having fun with this, reaching back over his shoulder to unclasp a long battle-axe and hold it at the ready while the troll composes itself and roars in fury.

Now he definitely feels right at home.

And with a certain sort of joy, he'll call out a rally to any around him who may want a piece of the beast themselves: "Who is with me?!"