Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178 
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Nov 13, 2015 20:29:37 GMT -8
 Move far enough from the beach and eventually you will hit the untamed jungle. Wild animals, massive bugs, oppressive humidity all things best avoided. Why did you even come here? I think you should go back to Vauc'Tutt N' Butts and get a drink. |
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Nov 15, 2015 17:53:27 GMT -8
Walks out from the town ready to explore the jungle. This means that he has two wine skins strapped to his back, his iron gauntlets covering his fists, and of course a bag of candy on his waist. He crosses his arms his expression severe and thinks about what he is about to do. Go into the woods with three children to search for treasure.
Dango he trusted the joy was a bit rash at times but the troll knew how to handle himself. Carmen the pirate pissed him off far to cocky and short tempered. He had known her father broke the man's jaw on two separate occasions, the man had stabbed him three different occasions. Soraya he liked she was a sweet young girl. She might not be a Fletcher but she said she was family and as far as he was concerned that was all that mattered.
One kid he could trust, one kid he couldn't, and one he had to protect. The sever look on his face slowly spreads into a smile.
"This outta be fun."
The old brawler said with a laugh.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 18:00:05 GMT -8
Unfortunately for Roarin' Fletcher, Carmen Barbosa is the first to arrive that morning. She carries light adventuring gear, as well as a pickaxe and grappling hook.
"Hey, Mr. Mayor. Treasure time."
She leans back against a tree.
"I'm not as hungover as I should be, so that means I didn't drink enough last night. Ugh."
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Nov 15, 2015 18:05:49 GMT -8
Roarin takes a swig from one of his flasks and says to the pirate.
"Ya only get hungover if ya stop drinking. That's the difference between an amateur and a professional I guess."
Roarin, roars with laughter at his own joke. He then says seriously.
"Watch yer self girly I'm willing ta cut ya in if ya play straight. Try and double cross me though, and I'll handle ya like I handled yer father."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 18:11:31 GMT -8
She woke up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but for a moment felt a pang of homesickness. She told herself that after she found the treasure, she'd write to her parents and include money as well and hope that it got to where it was going. She couldn't go back now, however. If she did, she was sure her parents would lock her up and throw away the key.
Humming to herself to get her into a better move, she washed up, pulled her long dark hair into a ponytail and pulled on her clothes. She laced up her boots, settled a belt around her hips with a few things she thought necessary to keep out of her bag, and then frowned down at her long white shirt. She tied it up around her ribcage and took a look in the mirror. Her skin was so pale from the lack of Summer Sun, but she thought she looked pretty good.
Checking to make sure Egg was still in the bag, she put it over her shoulder, and then rushed out to meet them all at the edge of the jungle. She had her short bows and arrows with her, and her mother's knife at her hip.
Having slept on her feelings the day before, she decided to make an effort to start the morning off on a good note.
"Good morning!" she said to the old drunk and the cocky pirate, a cheerful smile on her face. "I'm really excited," she admitted to them. "We might actually find TREASURE." She was almost bouncing with her enthusiasm.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 18:11:57 GMT -8
"Oh, right. It was you, wasn't it?"
Carmen sighs. Her father was originally called Big Cal Barbosa, but then he got into a fight with Roarin' Fletcher. After that, he was called Small Cal Barbosa.
"Don't worry about that. I want that treasure as much as you do."
She sighs, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Where is everyone, anyhow?"
Just as she says that, Soraya walks up, smiling cheerfully.
"Morning kid."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 18:13:44 GMT -8
Dango arrived at the time that was arranged. He had all his supplies with him. "Ello, how ya doin'?"
The troll would crouch down in wait for the adventure to start.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Nov 15, 2015 18:21:41 GMT -8
Roarin nods at the three kids as they have finally appeared. He says his voice thick with cheer.
"Right kids lets get this party started. Dango you lead da way we're heading out to Silver back falls first that is where the map says ta start."
Once the kids start moving into the jungle they will immediately be struck by the increase in humidity. The low whine of insects seems to be omnipresent, and various animals move out of sight as they move through the woods. The mayor takes another swig from his flask and the party briefly wonder if he is going to die of dehydration since you are all sure there is booze in it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 18:46:17 GMT -8
Soraya offers a quick smile to Carmen, hoping that things will be better today than yesterday. She still doesn't really want to go out of her way to be NICE to Carmen, but Soraya had decided that until Carmen did something, she'd be tolerant and polite. It was what her Mother would want Soraya to do.
She offers a bigger and warmer smile to Dango when he appears, still sort of taken aback by his blue skin and bone-covered appearance. Still, he seems the friendliest of the lot, and she's more than willing to fall in place wherever her spot in line would be.
As they move into the jungle, Soraya is immediately struck by the increase in humidity. She doesn't feel as if she's exherted any more effort than usual, but her skin is already damp from sweat between her breasts, down the line of her back, and underneath her arms.
She steps over roots and ducks beneath branches and glances at Uncle Mayor. She briefly wonders if he is going to die from dehydration, since she's sure there is only booze in the flask he's swigging from.
"Um," she says, and pauses in her words to climb over a green-covered log. "Uncle Mayor?" she asks. "Do you want some of my water?" She reaches for the waterskin clasped on her belt.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Nov 15, 2015 18:54:00 GMT -8
Roarin chuckles at Soraya's concern and even begins to reach up to pinch her cheek (the one on her face this time) before he remembers he is wearing his gauntlets and lets his arm drop. He says in an indulgent voice.
"Ah yer a sweet girl ta be worrying over yer old uncle like that."
He chuckles and shakes his head before continuing.
"Ye don't need ta worry about me though. There's more ta yer old uncle then ye might expect. I'll be fine without water till we get ta the falls."
He shakes his wine skin.
"This'll be empty by then and I'll fill her up there. Should be enough ale in my system to keep me nice and buzzed till we finish this adventure."
Soraya may remember he has another wine skin on his back this one he hasn't touched and doesn't seem to be taking into account in his alcohol assessment.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 18:57:41 GMT -8
Carmen follows along behind Dango.
"So, Dango. What do you do for a living? Do you hunt? Fish? Own a shop? Are you a bookkeeper?"
She smiles brightly at him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 18:57:41 GMT -8
"Aye, mon." Dango leads the way into the jungle, drawing his machete and hacking away any vines or pesky foliage that would be in their path. He knew the way to Silverback Falls well from where they were currently and would have no trouble finding the path. When Carmen asks about what he does, Dango replies. "I do a little dis and dat. I live off da land, spear fish my own food and harvest fruits in da jungle. I also hold power of da secret arts ma fatha told me. Da locals know me as da Big Kahuna, and da Wave Mastah."
"It shouldn't be long till we at da falls." He'd look back to see that everyone's still together. He'd then slash a hanging vine in his way and continue onward. "Be careful o' vipers around 'ere. Deir bite got an awful sting to it."
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Nov 15, 2015 19:08:36 GMT -8
Travel through the jungle is slow, and it is made to feel slower by the oppressive heat. The mayor seems to have undaunted spirits even when his first wine skin runs dry he seem unfazed. Though he is sweating just as much as the rest of the party he seems to be enjoying himself. Quite suddenly there is a sudden shift in the atmosphere something carried in the wind. Those more sensitive to danger may realize something is about to happen but their time to react will be minimal as suddenly...  Snakes begin to fall from above and slither out from the jungle. Many simply ignore the party but quite a few begin snapping their jaws at the mayors group. A large snake falls around the Mayors shoulder and he catches it by the neck before it can bite him. Another snake lunges from the ground aiming for Soraya's leg. Two snakes strike at Dango from two different angles. And another snake falls into Carmen's air and tries to bite her. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 19:17:26 GMT -8
Soraya was at the very back, which she sort of expected. Lowest man on the totem pole, after all. Still, she easily kept pace, used to traveling through rural places, even if the weather was hotter and thicker here. She kept that in mind as she drank her water, warning herself not to drink too much of it.
Then, Dango warned her about snakes. Where she lived, there weren't many snakes, and as she passed a branch, she thought she saw something slithering. "Will their bite kill you? Or just sting you?" Soraya asked, trying to sound nonchalant as she spoke.
AND THEN THE SNAKES FELL FROM THE SKY.
Soraya's breath was caught in her throat so she couldn't scream, but the snake that lunged for her leg did strike her! But it was in her boot, its fangs stuck in the leather and not actually getting into her flesh. Soraya barely even thought about what she was doing, she pulled her dagger from her hip and THUNK! She stabbed it into the neck of the snake so it went dead, then yanked the blade out and whipped around to see if any more snakes were going to be coming her way... the dead snake still attached to her boot like missed toilet paper!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 19:20:15 GMT -8
HWA!" Dango is ready and catches a snake and just toss that one away, with his machete he chops the other snake's head off. He flicks the blood off of his blade and looks up at where the snakes fell from. "Like ah said, be careful of dem Vipers. Are ya all okay? Did anybody get bitten?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 19:39:06 GMT -8
"Agh!"
Carmen slaps and flaps at her head, grabbing the snake. When she gets a hold on the slippery creature, she whips it into a tree. Snake blood splatters everywhere.
"Snakes! Augh! Snakes are coming from the sky!"
She takes the now-decapitated snake and uses it as a whip to knock other snakes away.
"Whew...that was certainly something. You ok, Dango?"
She glances up at him. Of course he's ok.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Nov 15, 2015 19:47:33 GMT -8
The mayor uncle is currently beating snakes to death with the body of another snake. So he doesn't notice the arrow that shots out of the woods and impacts into his shoulder. The mayor lets out a roar of pain and the party see's a lizard man with a bow and arrow sitting in a nearby tree. A low hissing emanates from the jungle and a group of lizard-men fall onto the party. It appears as though the snakes were just a preliminary assault!  Two more bow strings snap in the treeline and the shafts shoot toward Dango and Soraya. At the same time four lizard men wielding spears move in. One Lizard-man darts at Carmen stabbing at her eyes. Another tries to take Dango in the gullet. The final two attempt to finish the already injured mayor stabbing at him high and low. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 19:53:20 GMT -8
"I hate lizards."
Carmen ducks under the attack, drawing a cutlass from her belt.
"Get out of my way! I just want my treasure!"
She would duck under the attack, pushing the spear up and out of the way with her left hand and slashing across at the lizardman's torso with the right.
"I'll gut you all if I have to! Just let me get my treasure!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 20:07:00 GMT -8
She jerked the snake from her boot and immediately sheathed her dagger, muttering to herself as she moved for her bow.
"God damn Snakes...~mumble mumble~... god damn jungle.... ~mumble mumble~... not today.... mm-mm, nooot today."
Dango turned to the group to ask if they were fine while Uncle Mayor continued to beat at the snakes that were around him. "I'm definitely not okay, but I guess we're going forward," Soraya said as she lightly notched an arrow.
WHIP! -- AH! -- An arrow to Uncle Mayor's shoulder has him dropping to the ground as the hiss of the lizard-men could be heard. Soraya's eyes are wide as she looks up, and her heart clutching in her chest, she dropped immediately to the ground, making her general target smaller and fired an arrow back at one of the lizard-men archers with the same precision and beautiful technique that her mother, a seasoned and veteran hunter, had taught her.
She quickly notched a second arrow like it was second nature to her, no thought at all to it as her mind went on auto-pilot. It was easy to think that this lizard men were beasts and not actually cognitive and sentient beings, given her small-town-girl background, and with that in mind, she didn't hesitate to release her arrow into the back of one of the lizard-men intent on shanking Uncle Mayor.
[ Author's Note: Although written like auto-hits, none of these are actually auto-hits. It flows better for me without having to use awkward "would" and "will" and "mights." All NPCs and Characters are free to react, dodge, evade, or counter to their ability! ]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 20:14:01 GMT -8
Dango leans back and the arrow pings off of his Skull Mask, when he's up again he sees the lizard spear man coming toward him. He deftly grabs hold of the spear and hits the lizardman with the handle of his machete to stagger him back. Once going through that motion, Dango lunges forward and hacks the machete down into his assailant's skull.
With no time to get his machete back yet, Dango just kicks the lizardman down and reaches for his bow. Nocking an arrow and drawing to his cheek, Dango would shoot at one of the lizardmen attacking Roarin.
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