Out-Of-Character
We are a RL couple who decided to do a joint application. We wrote everything together and tried our best to tie everything together.
Minecraft Account Name: Respute and riyukku
How old are you?: We are both 22 years old.
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: We live in California, United States.
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: We hope so.
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Married couple who have never roleplayed before and decided to it sounds like a fun detailed experience. Excuse our grammar and poor sentence layout as we are more Math & Science orientated as opposed to the English & History type :P
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 2-6 hours of game time a week. Our gameplay is random due to time restraints and we aren't intent on being some great heroic grand people. Just looking to play minecraft in a fun rich environment.
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: We suppose the direct answer would be the act of playing out a role of a character in a make shift environment. What it means to us is that we can enjoy Minecraft with a unique experience in a world that is more controlled, interesting, and kept realistic while still maintaining a sense of competition and strife.
What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: We never actively roleplayed ourselves. We have played games that have roleplayers in them and enjoy following along. Generally using their company to enrich our immersive gaming experience.
In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: We had to look this up in your wiki. It's using knowledge that you know to your characters advantage when realistically your character would not normally would not know anything about said subject.
In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: We also had to look this up :D It’s using unrealistic or unconventional means of getting ahead. Those types that are such heroes that nothing bad can happen to them and will pull out a whole assortment bag of tricks out of their butt to avoid consequence and prevent the other party from reacting.
For example an Undead and Dwarf are about to engage in a 1 on 1 fight:
Undead puts his hands up and summons lightning from his fingertips and directs the bolts at the dwarf.
Dwarf cradles his beard and sways it in front of him deflecting the lightning back to the Undead and instantly kills him.
What do you expect this server will be like?: We don't know exactly what to expect to be honest. We tossed the idea around for a while and finally decided to take the leap because we want a more deep immersive Minecraft experience.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: None. We run our own 5 man server with friends.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:Yes
Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: You betcha
How did you hear about us?: Planet Minecraft
Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: This is our first attempt.
Have you posted this application on our minecraft forum thread yet? If not, just finish it up on here and then copy + paste is over there. (http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-%E2%96%91%E2%96%92%E2%96%93-the-lord-of-the-craft-%E2%96%93%E2%96%92%E2%96%91-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r/): We will be sure to do that :)
In-Character:
Character Name: Respute and Rylen
What Race are you?: Respute is a Human and Rylen is a Wood Elf.
What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race):
Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):
We had fun with this and it got a little ridiculously long. Sorry!
:A Farmer's Boy:
Respute grew up the son of a well-known, yet still peasant status, farmer outside Arethor. As a small child he was very lanky with long brown hair and brown eyes. Respute worked alongside his father learning the arts of proper farming. His skin always bronzed from long hours working out in the sun. He had a propensity to make friends with the kids from around the area. Respute grew up popular amongst his peers even though he never attended a formal school. His charm and wit had earned him a lot of respect amongst the more rapscallion groups of children. Living in a poor area the children were naturally more inclined to get themselves into trouble. As he grew older he quickly began to grow tall and strong. More and more involved with his peers than with his father, Respute found himself in many types of situations outside of farming. Respute and his compatriots, now older, were capable of accomplishing deeds of much higher caliber.
Respute's father continued to work the farm while Respute left on long journeys, or "jobs" as he called them, and returned with bits of money, food, and sometimes the occasional bruise or gash wound. His father did not approve of the path his child had chosen but would never say a word as to not jeopardize the strong relationship the two of them still shared. Respute would return battered and bruised but with enough food and money to last another month. The two of them would share a few drinks and enjoy each others company.
Respute was proud of his odd job profession. He thrived on the thrill of combat, on the anticipation of a good heist, the rush before slaying a beast, and the butterflies of attempting to court a fair lady. Respute kept himself out of particularly sinister jobs as his intentions had always remained good even though he walked a moral gray area. He would often retreat nightly into Arethor to his favorite Tavern on the docks. Filled with rowdy goons from around the slums and questionable outsiders, Respute fit right into the crowd. The owner, cooks, maids, bards, and of course the dancers of the club all knew Respute and his antics. Amongst much more devious and morally challenged company Respute was one of the more outspoken and loud patrons of the Tavern. His stories of grandeur, romance, and danger did little to impress the men or women entertainment, but his respect for the women, the Tavern, and his ability to hold his own earned him a place amongst the motley crew.
One night when Respute came in he noticed the owner had hired a new dancer. A young Elf, a rare sight to be seen amidst so much scum, that stars struck him the moment he saw her. She was rather short for an Elf with long dirty blonde hair and fair skin. Her greenish blue eyes glistened in the dull light of the Tavern. Respute stood motionless in the middle of a busy crowd that paid little attention to the new dancer with a rather shy and stern body language.
Night by night Respute would come in to the tavern. His first priority was to go sit by and check on his favorite Elven dancer. She went by the name of Riyukku and always seemed pleased when he approached her table.She made Respute feel something he had not felt his entire life. Respute would come in and sit at her table and ask how things were going.
"Good", she would reply awkwardly.
Respute would, for the first time in his life, have nothing to talk about with her. Hiding his nervous feelings each night he would excuse himself and carry on to his nightly routine with the rest of the patrons. He would not have the conviction to sit at her table for more than 10 minutes, at least until the night that changed his life forever.
:Destined For Greener Pastures:
Rylen grew up within the forests of Malinor as all other Wood Elves typically do. Although raised by parents that followed the typical social standards, Rylen was not typical and it showed. She was shorter than average even for a Wood Elf, and did not follow socially acceptable standards. She was shy and was outcast by the other Elven young. This did not bother Rylen as she enjoyed the company of herself. She had a burning desire for adventure and wanderlust.
At a very young age, by Elven standards, she realized that she had no connection to her homeland, her parents, or her kin. Her calling was the world and she wanted to experience all of it. She stowed away supplies for months in secrecy as she plotted her escape. She had a great interest in Humans. Their short lives made them share the same motivation and eagerness to experience the world as she did.
On a cold windy night Rylen set off with a month of supplies, little life experience, and a map to the Human capital Arethor. Rylen left her kind behind.
The journey proved difficult but the real test wouldn't start until she had arrived. With very little food and nowhere to stay she slept on the streets. The guards in the noble and middle-class areas would harass her if they caught her trying to sleep outside. On one occasion they took her bow and accused her of being a danger to the community. The only place she wasn't bothered was in the slums. There she learned very quickly to adapt and overcome. The slums were no place for a petite young Elf at night. Without the protection of her bow, Rylen was forced to adapt her art of dance, a skill passed down from her mother, into a form self-defense.
One evening Rylen decided she needed to search for a means to get more food. Her supply had run out within the week. She decided to go down to the docks and see if she could find some work or perhaps a crate to grab some bread out of. She came across some crates next to a docked ship with just a few men unloading cargo. She snuck around to a dark corner and found a shipment labeled for a local Tavern in the area. She pried open a few nails and began to take a peek inside when she heard a voice.
"Hey what are you doing in there!” exclaimed a local sailor standing over Rylen.
As Rylen began to stand up the sailor grabbed her by the neck and slammed her into the wall, "What do you think you're doing in that crate harlot!?"
Before the sailor could say another word Rylen gave him a quick knee to the groin and a foot in the face. The sailor stumbled back waving his arms in front of his blinded eyes. Rylen readied herself for another attack.
"I think that will be enough ", a mysterious man said from the shadows. “These crates are for my Tavern and this girl you are man handling is one my maidens to help me bring these crates back. I suggest you leave now before I flag the guards over here."
The sailor grunted and walked off whilst dusting his coat off. The Tavern owner turned and looked at Rylen. "Not every day you find a lone Elf scrounging around the docks, especially one as young and fervent as you."
Rylen just stared.
"Come, you look like you need a meal and a warm bed. I could use a more capable female around the tavern to put the men in check", chuckled the Tavern owner.
Rylen spent a good while working at the local Tavern at the docks. She had gained favoritism with the owner due to her hard working nature. She was tasked with various duties all around the Tavern during the day from cleaning to cooking. At night the dancing Rylen's mother had taught her would prove to be a valuable asset time and time again.
The Tavern had dancers each night to entertain the customers. Rylen had to adapt and change her formal and proper Elven technique to a more 'provocative' style. Rylen watched the other girls and mimicked their movement. Her shy reserved personality didn't garner as much attention from the men as the other women but she preferred it that way.
A week into her stay she noticed a new face who was greeted as a regular. He was a tall young man that had apparently gotten back from a long journey. He settled himself right into the midst of the rest of the type that hang around sleazy taverns at the docks late at night. As a few nights passed, and the young man keeps returning, he quickly begins to stand out in the crowd to Rylen. For one he was very odd and would always check on Rylen at the start of each night and quickly move off. He kept an eye on all the girls and would visit each one. He had a certain respect for everything and everyone around him. Rylen would study him in the corner of her eye. She would see him clean up after himself and was never overly lewd to the women. He tried to be romantic and impressive with his stories. Although he was very good with his words neither the men nor the women took him entirely seriously. They enjoyed his company and accepted him anyway. Rylen couldn't help but smile at his antics. She had not smiled in weeks.
One night an unruly group of Northerners came into the Tavern. Their leader was exceptionally huge and well built. Immediately he and his men were drawn to Rylen.
"Look what we have here men...a rat!” he exclaimed and the rest of his men burst into laughter.
"Is that what a peasant Elf passes for these days?” retorted one of the lackeys.
"Racist scum", thought Rylen.
The lackeys spread out as the more vicarious women began their warm-ups around the room. The leader however was satisfied to sit right down in front and stare menacingly at Rylen. Respute from the corner of the room noticed what had gone down and nonchalantly moved his way across the room and sat next to the brute staring Rylen down. The giant would not leave the seat right in front of Rylen the entire night. Luckily neither did Respute who did a marvelous job befriending the Northerner. By the end of the night the two were best pals sharing in drunken revelry and laughs.
The shift for the entertainment was over and while the other girls counted their tips and prepared for bed, Rylen began her nighttime chores. The Tavern was mostly empty spare a few men and Respute with his newfound Northerner friend still in the same seat as the beginning of the night. Rylen was in the alleyway beside the Tavern sweeping when she pressed her ear up against the door and could listen in on Respute's conversation with his new comrade.
"And that is why you should never trust golden apples, eh!” Respute exclaimed with great laughter.
The Northerner chuckling wildly, "Aye, aye that must be true then!" He paused for a moment. "What did you think of that little smutty Elf eh boy?" *hic*
"What? Who? Oh! Ha *hic* Haaa I didn't pay much attention to her chap. We were having too much fun tonight right?"
"Bollocks! You can't ignore a figure like that! I seen the way she looked at ye. You ought to teach her a lesson for being too friendly don't you think?"
Respute began swirling his drink around in his glass. "Nah you know she is already learning her lesson being stuck in a filthy muck hole like this eh?"
The Northerner's voice rose, "I thought you were better than that boy! If you aint got the moxie to stick it to a pathetic Elf well then I guess I ought to take care of the job meself."
Rylen gasped and pushed herself away from the door. She could hear heavy drunken footsteps through the door approaching. Rylen backed herself against the wall of the adjacent building and tightened her fists into a ball. The steps grew closer and then went silent. The door swung open and bright orange light pierced the dark alley from behind a monstrously sized silhouette standing before her. He took a step forward and the door behind him swung closed. The light from the Tavern dissolved away and all that was left was cold blue darkness and the whites of two evil eyes.
Running footsteps were heard. A shadowy figure leapt from the roof of the Tavern and landed on top of Rylen’s assailant with a crashing thud.
"Ack! Curses!” cried the shadowy figure as it crash landed onto the ground and rolled in pain.
The giant Northerner was merely knocked off balance and stumbled to the side. He turned to face his disabled attacker attempting to get back on their feet.
"Traitorous bastard!” the brute swung a right fist and connected with a thunderous knock and the shadowy figure fell back down to the ground silent.
Before the brute could turn back around to his prey, Rylen had leaped at his back with her right arm outstretched forward and right knee forward. Her palm cupped the back of his head and her knee the back of his neck and pile drived the oversized sack of meat and muscle into the Tavern's rock wall with a loud blood curdling bone crack and falling rock debris resonated throughout the now silent alley.
Rylen cracked the Tavern door to let a dim amount of warm orange light back into the dark alleyway. There lay the Northerner motionless and breathless. She turned her attention to her would be hero face down in the dirt. Unconscious but still alive she turned over the body and saw Respute's face. She stood up and checked inside the Tavern. No one. She grabbed Respute and dragged him inside and into her room and laid him upon her bed. She got a wet cloth and began cleaning his wounds. His eyes slowly opened and peered up at her concerned and frantic face.
He smiled and remarked, "Hey you."
She quickly jerked her attention to his eyes. "You are awake! Oh good I am so glad he did not best you."
Respute chuckled; "Well he may have bruised and cut my face," Respute reached into his coat pocket. "But I got his coin purse", he smiled.
In the morning Rylen woke in her chair with Respute still asleep in the bed. She rubbed her forehead and sighed. She felt like it had been almost the entire night they were conversing about their lives.
She stumbled out of her room into loud commotion and unrest around the Tavern. The captain of a large cargo ship from the northern region had been found lifeless by passerby’s in the morning hours. His head crushed into a stone brick wall and robbed. The local guards were questioning the entire staff about the incident. Rylen was quickly hailed by the Tavern owner who pulled her aside into a private room and asked if she knew what had happened. The owner had always looked out for her so she told him the entire story. Distraught and trying to collect himself he assured Rylen he would do the best he could to take care of the situation and to never speak of the incident with anyone again.
As the days passed, Respute stayed with Rylen in her room. The story the guards were collecting began to point closer and closer to Rylen. A few of the patrons that night had pointed out that she had been seen last going into the alley before the murder. The owner had arranged with the rest of the other girls to advise the guard who that woman was that was seen exiting into the alley. It was their newest dancer, An Elf, who went by the name of Riyukku. At least that was her performer name and the name everyone other than the owner and other entertainers knew her as. Most of the dancers and owner even gave a very detailed, albeit false, physical description of her.
With her name clear there was no way Rylen could stay under the protection of the Tavern. She would once again have to face the nightmares of the streets. The dark and cold nights filled with creepers and despair. Rylen however had gained a special admirer now staying in her room. And her admirer would not let such a thing happen to her again. He had fought to protect her once and he invited her to come with him on his travels and he would vow to protect her again at any cost.
"Protection huh?” Rylen smiled.
"Yes I shall come to your rescue and save you as many times as it takes to assure your safety from here on out"
"I think you got who rescued who backwards", she laughed.
What is your Character's ambitions?: The young couple cringe at the thought of their racial differences. Respute's short human lifespan is just a blink of an eye in correlation to Rylen's Elven lifespan.
This feeds both their inner ambitions to find a way to prolong the amount of time they have to share their love for each other. This can lead to them to actions that stray from their moral beliefs in order to extend their time together.
What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Rylen is adept with a bow and her curious nature makes her very good at finding treasures in the ground using various excavation tools.
Respute likes to believe his wits and charm are his best weapon, but his solid size and strength to throw a punch while wearing the heaviest of armor is what usually gets him out of a situation.
What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Rylen is deadly accurate with a bow with the tenacity to search out, explore, and find anything of interest that may be out there.
Respute coming from a respected farmer grew up with a green thumb and a strong able bodied physique.
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Open-Response-Questions
Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?
"Rylen ready your bow we have trouble ahead."
"Do you really think it's a good idea to just rush headfirst into two armed thugs?"
Respute snapped his head back smirking, "You know I love a good scuffle and good deed all in one day."
Rylen smiles, "Yes and you like to win right?"
"Right."
Rylen points down an alley, “So let’s make sure we survive this one and sneak down this alley so we can catch them by surprise."
Respute gleefully hops into the dark alley, "This is why I have you along! Let’s go!"
The two circle around and perch above the two thugs from a hidden position. The thugs are very well armed and clamored in heavy armor. They are still roughing the halfing up and having their fun with him.
Riyukku glances at Respute, "We can't just jump in there they are far better equipped than us."
"Well we can't just hide here and watch them rob the little guy", Respute replies.
"So what do you propose we do then!?"
"Distraction", Respute says briefly and jumps down from the hiding spot landing in plain sight of the robbers. Rylen follows closely behind. The two thugs quickly turn and face their visitors whilst still clutching the halfling by his collar in their monstrous hands.
"What are you two fat loathsome bottom dwellers doing over there?", Respute shouts across the way.
The thug holding the halfing retorts, "Best move along lil' whelps before yous end up in the same position as dis little halfing ere'!"
Rylen steps foward, "We really don't have much to worry about two inbred overweight scroungers with faces that make a pig look like a princess!"
Respute hoots and howls almost crazily.
The two thugs huddle together still maintaining a tight grip on the helpless moaning halfling dangling from the leader's grasp. They keep their voices at a whisper.
"Boss I don't think much of these two. Dangerous they are. I don't much like dealing with loons."
The boss thug with his free hand grabs his partner by the laces on his chest armor and pulls him closer, "Look ere' I don't take crap from no one got that! I ain't exactly gonna give up on this ere' fun little toy sportin' perfectly fine Minas for us to take because two muddle brained peasants with a death wish want to toy with us! Look at dem' they have no armor and no weapons you fool!"
The two thugs turn and face Respute and Rylen.
"Piss off yous! We see you ain't armed and there ain't no one else round ere'! Come any closer and this halfing ain't gonna live to see tomorrow so yous just let us have our fun ere!", they shout.
Rylen turns and whispers to Respute, "What's your plan now genius we are gonna get that halfing killed as well as ourselves!"
Respute whispers back, "Just get ready to run."
Respute bends down and grabs a small rock and hurls it at the thugs. The projectile whistles through the air down range aiming towards the thug holding the halfing captive. The rock misses it's target and makes impact with the dangling halfing's head who lets out a shrieking howl of terror.
Respute with his craziest and deepest voice, "That halfling's Minas is OURS!!!"
The boss thug throws the crying and shrieking halfing to the ground with a thud and puff of dust. He points towards the death sentenced couple, "GET DEM!"
Rylen immediately bolts to the right down an alley and the lackey goon gives chase to her. Respute in his adrenaline rushed craze stands his ground and revels in his failed throw.
"Yea take that! hoot hoot woo!"
The heavily clad barbarian thunders towards Respute in full sprint with glaring eyes and saliva spewing across the field in a blind rage.
"Uh oh", Respute mutters under his breath just before he rolls away from the iron clad train barreling past him. The thug misses Respute and crashed into a pile of wooden carts and barrels in an explosion of wood chips, produce, and feathers from fleeing screeching chickens. Respute lying on the ground rolls over and stands in amazement at the destruction.
Rylen grabs any free standing object and knocks it over behind her to slow her assailant down. His heavy stride can hardly keep up with her elven swiftness but she likes to keep the act of damsel in distress up. She can hear the thunder of his boots trailing after her and his incoherent shouts. Rylen rounds a bend and is faced with a dead end and nothing but building walls in her path. She looks around a bit and decides the only way to go is up. As she begins climbing the thug uses her delay to his advantage and makes a mighty leap high up onto the wall and grabs Rylen's foot. She swiftly delivers a multitude of kicks with her other leg into the thug's face until he loses his grip on her foot in order to keep himself attached to the wall.
Rylen races up the wall and stands on the roof examining her surroundings. There are a multitude of alleys below her and the only clear retreat is a long and treacherous leap across the next alley onto the far end rooftop. She readies herself quickly as she can hear the panting and gasping brute below her nearing the roof. Rylen runs as swiftly as she can and leaps across the great urban chasm and does a rolling land. When she picks herself up she turns around and faces the thug across the way.
"Come on coward aren't you going to catch me?"
The thug panting and huffing shouts across, "Yous think you wearing hardly any clothes now elf? Wait till I get me hands on ye!"
The thug readies himself and begins a full sprint across the building top. He reaches the end and makes a grand leap. Rylen worried for a moment begins to make her retreat. As the thug almost reaches Rylen's side of the alley he disappears below the edge of the roof top and seconds later a loud crashing noise. Rylen turns around and walks to the edge of the building and peers over and down to see the thug lying below.
Rylen jumps back across the alley and makes her way back to where her and Respute had separated. As she nears the area she hears commotion. She jogs out from the alley and meets with Respute standing around waiting for her.
"Oh hi there love", Rylen smiled.
"What took you so long?", Respute returns with a smile.
Rylen looks at all the rubble and a circle of guards cleaning up the area, "I see you dealt with your guy quite well."
"Yea I suppose so. Nothing like a tactical retreat and a dumb brute stupid enough to take himself out. Luckily all the commotion signaled some guards over here to investigate."
Rylen laughs, "I couldn't agree more."
Respute looks up at the sky, "It's too bad that little halfing ran away. I found his coin purse in the debris. I suppose a good deed well done earns a paycheck just as well."
Rylen chuckles, "Well we can try and save it for a little while in case we run into him down the road."
Respute turns and looks at Rylen, "I don't think I could recognize him. I suppose we could get every halfing we see along the way to scream in terror then I suppose I would recognize that."
Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response?
Respute leers at the man, "Good sir, do you offer the greatest and most renowned materials of Asulon? Or do you have the audacity to show me anything but your very best wares?! In which case I would have no choice but to take my business elsewhere!"
Rylen remarks whilst standing to Respute's side, arms crossed and leaning most of her weight on one leg, "What my companion here is trying to say is that we are looking for some quality iron bars to repair his armor. Do you think you can help us?"
The merchant looks at Rylen and responds, "Well I sure am glad certain individuals travel with such level headed companions such as yourself."
Rylen smiles and Respute cuts in between the two, "Hey fancy pants you got high quality stuff for fair prices or do I need to take my business to a dwarf that knows how to haggle."
The merchant sighs, "Sir, I assure you my goods are at dwarven standards with orcish prices. You won't find a better place to find raw iron. Just take a look for yourself."
Respute grabs the bar from the Merchant and examines it closely, "No, No this wont do. There is a chip in it here you see?"
"Sir, I see no chip and surely if there was one not even a master dwarven smith can create perfectly fine bars."
Respute leers at the merchant, "So says you. Well how about I bring over my other travel companion who just happens to be a renowned dwarven blacksmith!"
Respute whistles and a gangly dirty dwarf steps up from behind Respute.
The merchant looks in disbelief at the dwarf, "Sir, this dwarf hardly seems like a fine specimen of a blacksmith. His arms are small, his beard dirtied, and he looks like some random beggar you found on the streets."
Respute raises his voice, "You dare talk like this to Beargard the great blacksmith from the northern lands!?!"
The merchant begins to hurry his voice, "Sir, I do not wish to cause a scene you are scaring away potential customers."
Respute continues his rant, "Beargard whom smelted diamonds for king Broski himself? Who embellished the palace with the fruits of his labor!?!"
The merchant turns to Rylen looking for some help, but receives only a shrug from her. He sighs, "What would you propose this iron is worth oh great Beargard?"
Respute interrupts, " A10% discount and a bottle of whine to shut us up good sir."
The merchant huffs, "Fine. Begone with you and please leave so I don't lose anymore business."
Respute, Rylen, and their foul guest walk away from the stall.
Rylen looks at the dwarf, "Respute, who is this and where did he come from?"
Respute hands the bottle of wine to the filth ridden dwarf, "Thanks guy for helping me out back there. Here is a bottle of wine just as I said you see? Don't mind me asking but what was your name again?"
The dwarf begins to respond, "Har-"
Respute interrupts, "You know better if I don't know. Now move on little beggar. You have your wine thanks for the assistance."
Rylen leers at Respute.
"I am a merchant's worst nightmare", Respute smirks at Rylen.
Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?:
"Rylen I told you it was a waste of time going into town to pay hard earned money on iron bars for repairs! Look at these beautiful specimens! I bet we can even sell this sword back in town to get what we spent and break even!"
"You're just going to take everything of value in this hut? What if the owner is away to town to buy supplies for himself?"
"No way a man needs to go into town when he is packing this kind of loot! Why would he leave such valuable behind? That can't be the case", Respute remarks.
Rylen raises her voice, "I don't care how unlikely of a story it may be you shouldn't just take everything from someone. Especially if they struggle enough to need to build a settlement out here in the wilds!."
Respute looks away from Rylen and back at his prize, "I am doing civilization a justice by teaching the general populace the risks of leaving valuables just out in the open like this. He will return and realize the error in his ways and in the future he will take extra measures to safe guard his treasures. I could be preventing a potentially even more devastating loss. Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime", Respute proudly turns back around.
Rylen sighs, "You have no use for the sword and the owner probably needs it to defend himself."
"Okay leave the sword behind so the man can live to learn my lesson and I'll take these two little purty bars of iron so that I can repair my armor again, deal?"
"Deal."
Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond?
"Hail there lads. Got any food and water for a couple of lost and beaten stray dogs?"
Rylen looks at her partner, "Beaten stray dogs?"
Respute raises his hands in a fist fighting stance, "Or perhaps a strong guardsman who can do various duties to earn our stay?"
The group of traders look at eachother and reply, "We have plenty of protection", they point out the numerous armed guards around the camp, "but perhaps you would be willing to trade some goods for food and drink? Surely you have acquired some supplies in your travels."
Rylen reaches into her pack, "Good for my partner here I am quite talented at finding some of the more hidden riches in these wilds." Rylen pulls out various supplies and the group takes them to the main trading area.
Rylen barters and haggles with the men and trades some leathers and rare flowers for some food and drink. Respute makes himself someone unnoticed throughout the interactions. Rylen gets directions to where they are trying to go. The duo set off on their travels once again.
Rylen looking quite proud of herself turns to Respute, "You were quite silent back there oh great deviant and nightmare of merchants alike. If you do things the right way you see things work out. Just look at how much food I got for a few easily to obtain objects we got along the way."
Respute grins from ear to ear.
"Why are you looking like that? What did you do?"
Respute reaches into his under armor and pulls out a pelt of leather.
Rylen gasps and laughs, "I can't believe you. That is one of the pelts I traded to those people."
Respute explains, "You were hardly getting the right deal at least in my eyes. That deer gave us a 30 minute chase and lead us into even more danger which turned out to be a near death experience. No way am I letting this pelt that almost got us killed be traded away for some bread and water. I just equalized the deal a bit more and gave us a more well deserved discount."
Rylen sighs, "Sometimes you have to cut your losses in order to do the right thing and survive."
Respute retorts, "Doing the right thing all the time gets you taken advantage of and deceived. Those merchants will carry on just fine with their lives but in the end the next lost traveler going through there will have no choice but to trade away his hard earned goods just for some food and water to survive. And while the merchants take advantage of each and every person traveling through the barren land desperate for supplies, they will make out filthy rich. We are smarter than that and our actions will do little in the grand scheme of things. We simply place ourselves a little higher on the food chain."
Rylen does not even bother responding and the two simply carry on.
You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?:
Respute would immediately jump on the opportunity to face off against some foes and get paid for it at the same time! It would be a perfect match.
Rylen being the proprietor of common sense and good judgment would begin preparations of equipment, escape plans, and even asking around town trying to get as much information on the bandits as possible. She speaks with the local farm boys who reveal a path, that they used to travel in their games, through the woods that would lead around to the backside of the bandits camp.
Rylen and Respute would propose a pincer strike from the front and from their new secret path. Respute would help organize the front line charge while Rylen will coordinate the stealthy group for the rear flank. In exchange for their services Respute and Rylen only ask they get to loot a healthy supply of whatever the bandits have collected.
