The Train to the Moon - IC

by **Harkback Union** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 3:21 pm

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THE TRAIN TO THE MOON
-Chapter I-
-Episode one-

You hear footsteps coming from outside... than someone knocks on the cabin door and says "Its dinner time!".
For a brief moment, A Vision strikes you about a large dining carriage, where all sorts of strange people are. You also see your own carriage. There is a long hallway, on one side are windows and gas lamps. On the other are the doors to the cabins where you are... and some other people.
In cabin 1 you see a dark figure with a grey face and a silvery staff
In cabin 2 is a penguin
Cabin 3 has a roman warrior for a passenger while
Cabin 4 is occupied by a dark mage... sort of.
In the 5th cabin lies a man who makes a... "sound" with every step he makes
In the 6th cabin is... Cat. That's all number 6 recalls.
There is also a person in a red uniform in your vision, you can't remember where he belonged.

You then decide to leave the room and take a look outside... or perhaps did you mean to lock the door and stay in the safety of your room? Perhaps search for something else?
You wonder...

by **Eastern Denmark** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 3:35 pm

The knocking of the cabin door pulled Voldemort out of his daze.... He realized where he was... In a room full of disgusting sandwiches.. "Did I bring these here?" He wonders to himself as he goes into the other room.."Did I bring myself here?? I don't remember practically anything..." He continues trying to figure out what is going on until he hears a growl emanating from his thigh
"Oh hi there Mr. Snuggles!!"

Then seeing the other desolate room, he decides to go into the hallway, it has to be better than his room....that smells like a mangled cat...
He softly closes his door, and walks down the hallway towards what he thinks is the dining hall...somehow he knows who is in some of the rooms... He gasps as he passes room 6, is there some sort of messed up cat in there??
He reaches the dining carriage and sits by the window, wand in his hands, Mr. Snuggles on the alert...

by **Eastern Denmark** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 4:22 pm

As he sat at the table, by himself, Voldemort decided to do something useful. He casted a deconstruction spell on a nearby bench. He proceeded to do some magical whittling and crafting.
His wand should be able to protect him, but in case he had a problem, he needed a melee weapon. As he finished whittling a wooden spear he heard a noise coming from the direction opposite of the bedrooms

by **Harkback Union** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 4:35 pm

Eastern Denmark wrote:As he sat at the table, by himself, Voldemort decided to do something useful. He casted a deconstruction spell on a nearby bench. He proceeded to do some magical whittling and crafting.
His wand should be able to protect him, but in case he had a problem, he needed a melee weapon. As he finished whittling a wooden spear he heard a noise coming from the direction opposite of the bedrooms

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Action effects: +1 Hats, -1 Hearts => +2 Hats, -2 Hearts
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Indeed, a slightly depressed Servant in a Red uniform came from the other half of the dining carriage. He held a notebook in his hands and stopped by every table to ask -"What would you like for dinner?"-. He then wrote something into the notebook... despite receiving no answer what so ever from the empty tables. After a few minutes, he got to Voldemort's table.
-"Good Evening Sir! What would you like for dinner?"-

by **Eastern Denmark** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 4:51 pm

Harkback Union wrote:
Eastern Denmark wrote:As he sat at the table, by himself, Voldemort decided to do something useful. He casted a deconstruction spell on a nearby bench. He proceeded to do some magical whittling and crafting.
His wand should be able to protect him, but in case he had a problem, he needed a melee weapon. As he finished whittling a wooden spear he heard a noise coming from the direction opposite of the bedrooms

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Action effects: +1 Hats, -1 Hearts => +2 Hats, -2 Hearts
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Indeed, a slightly depressed Servant in a Red uniform came from the other half of the dining carriage. He held a notebook in his hands and stopped by every table to ask -"What would you like for dinner?"-. He then wrote something into the notebook... despite receiving no answer what so ever from the empty tables. After a few minutes, he got to Voldemort's table.
-"Good Evening Sir! What would you like for dinner?"-

"Hmm? Oh, food, ummm, My dog would like some raw beef or chicken....... and for me.... Hmmm, I'll take some red wine...and a taco."

After the waiter had left Voldemort began to wonder where everybody else was, but nether the less HE was going to enjoy a nice taco and then maybe explore some of the train...

by **New Romanis** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 4:59 pm

The Roman was hungry, very hungry, he decided that when his stomach was growling, no, barking at him to eat. So he got up and went out the door, heeding towards the dining carriage. As he was walking towards there, he saw the strangest thing, Voldemort was eating a taco. When the Roman read the Harry Potter books, he thought Voldemort was a evil wizard, bent on death and destruction. Not a noseless guy eating a taco, but he just decided to get that thought out of his mind. He sat down at the nearest table, back turned to Voldemort and waited for a waiter.

by **Harkback Union** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 5:09 pm

New Romanis wrote:The Roman was hungry, very hungry, he decided that when his stomach was growling, no, barking at him to eat. So he got up and went out the door, heeding towards the dining carriage. As he was walking towards there, he saw the strangest thing, Voldemort was eating a taco. When the Roman read the Harry Potter books, he thought Voldemort was a evil wizard, bent on death and destruction. Not a noseless guy eating a taco, but he just decided to get that thought out of his mind. He sat down at the nearest table, back turned to Voldemort and waited for a waiter.

It didn't take long before the waiter turned to the Legionnaire and asked:
-"A pleasant evening sir! May I recommend tonight's special? Viande avec de la viande!"-

by **New Romanis** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 5:17 pm

Harkback Union wrote:
New Romanis wrote:The Roman was hungry, very hungry, he decided that when his stomach was growling, no, barking at him to eat. So he got up and went out the door, heeding towards the dining carriage. As he was walking towards there, he saw the strangest thing, Voldemort was eating a taco. When the Roman read the Harry Potter books, he thought Voldemort was a evil wizard, bent on death and destruction. Not a noseless guy eating a taco, but he just decided to get that thought out of his mind. He sat down at the nearest table, back turned to Voldemort and waited for a waiter.

It didn't take long before the waiter turned to the Legionnaire and asked:
-"A pleasant evening sir! May I recommend tonight's special? Viande avec de la viande!"-

"What? Did you just say, "Upon their journey, accompanied de la upon their journey!" in Latin? If not, I don't really know what you said. Anyways, I'll take a T-bone steak, red wine, and some buffalo wings please," the Roman said to the waiter, still confused on what the waiter said in Latin. First a Voldemort eating a taco, then someone saying something odd in a foreign language.

by **Harkback Union** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 5:28 pm

New Romanis wrote:
Harkback Union wrote:
It didn't take long before the waiter turned to the Legionnaire and asked:
-"A pleasant evening sir! May I recommend tonight's special? Viande avec de la viande!"-

"What? Did you just say, "Upon their journey, accompanied de la upon their journey!" in Latin? If not, I don't really know what you said. Anyways, I'll take a T-bone steak, red wine, and some buffalo wings please," the Roman said to the waiter, still confused on what the waiter said in Latin. First a Voldemort eating a taco, then someone saying something odd in a foreign language.

"Viande... Is meat, Monsieur, and you somehow managed to order precisely the Chef's special, despite lacking the means to understand me..."
After taking the notes, the waiter went back to the kitchen to submit the orders. Now Voldemort and his "dog" were alone with the roman in the quiet dining car.

by **The High Tatras** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 5:33 pm

The man in the baggage car spoke to his faithful hound.

"I'm starving. Its been too long since we've eaten anything that wasn't rotten. Why don't we search this place and see if we can scrounge anything edible?"

The man lit a match so he could see slightly better.

"That looks like a picnic basket! Let's see if there's anything inside. Maybe someone left behind a sandwich for us to share."

He opened the basket...

"Well, whatever that is, its not a sandwich!"

(OOC: You tell me what happens next.)

by **Glorious ReBublic of Alevstan** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 5:36 pm

The figure looked around in his room, and grabbed his staff and notebook. A couple motions of the staff and muttered words made the light in the cabin coalesce into a ball about a centimeter wide, which he 'moulded' over the tip of the staff, making it into a torch. He then walked out into the hallway, where he walked down to where the dining carriage was. A... was that a roman legionairre? He hadn't seen one of those men for a long time. And some douche who copied his style. He pulled his hood dow, shadowing his face, and sat down far from the others.

by **Eastern Denmark** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 5:42 pm

Voldemort finished his dinner a little after a the two strange man came in to the dining room. Voldemort had finished had, his dog has finished, and it was time for exploring!

He went the way he hadn't come and opened the door to the next cabin. When the door opened he saw what he wasn't expecting, a room full of cats in cages. Voldemort looked from cage to cage, investigating each cat. A swift bark from Mr. Snuggles told Voldemort what his assessment was: "this one?"
"Ruf!"
"No? Ok, this one?"
"Ruf!"
"No? Pick something!"
"Yip! yip! Yip!" Mr. Snuggles gave his pleased reply.
"Ok, this one! I am getting a cat!" Voldemort grabbed the cage with the fat tabby cat and headed back to his room. Voldemort didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know if he would survive till the train reached its destination. But at least he might die with a nice warm cat...

by **Harkback Union** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 5:47 pm

The High Tatras wrote:The man in the baggage car spoke to his faithful hound.

"I'm starving. Its been too long since we've eaten anything that wasn't rotten. Why don't we search this place and see if we can scrounge anything edible?"

The man lit a match so he could see slightly better.

"That looks like a picnic basket! Let's see if there's anything inside. Maybe someone left behind a sandwich for us to share."

He opened the basket...

"Well, whatever that is, its not a sandwich!"

(OOC: You tell me what happens next.)

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Important action: Search basket
16-10+0=+6
End Result: Item found: Suspiciously perfect apple
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Inside the basket lies an apple. Just one, pristine green apple. One might wonder why its there.

by **Glorious ReBublic of Alevstan** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 5:58 pm

"Waiter. Could I have a flatbread with tomatoes, olive oil, and basil?" he asked the waiter as the man approached him. "Thank you."

The figure took out his notebook and a sharp steel rod, about six centimeters long. He touched the sharp end to his staff, and it turned black. However, the light at the end of the staff dimmed ever so slightly. A few more mutters brightened it up again, dimming the cabin lights about to about two-thirds of what they were earlier. He then started writing something in a foreign tongue on the paper.

by **Harkback Union** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 6:02 pm

Glorious Rebublic of Alevstan wrote:"Waiter. Could I have a flatbread with tomatoes, olive oil, and basil?" he asked the waiter as the man approached him. "Thank you."

The figure took out his notebook and a sharp steel rod, about six centimeters long. He touched the sharp end to his staff, and it turned black. However, the light at the end of the staff dimmed ever so slightly. A few more mutters brightened it up again, dimming the cabin lights about to about two-thirds of what they were earlier. He then started writing something in a foreign tongue on the paper.

The waiter brought back the food a mere few seconds after he let with the order. He also served the roman his meaty dish along with the expensive red wine...

by **The High Tatras** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 6:10 pm

Harkback Union wrote:
The High Tatras wrote:The man in the baggage car spoke to his faithful hound.

"I'm starving. Its been too long since we've eaten anything that wasn't rotten. Why don't we search this place and see if we can scrounge anything edible?"

The man lit a match so he could see slightly better.

"That looks like a picnic basket! Let's see if there's anything inside. Maybe someone left behind a sandwich for us to share."

He opened the basket...

"Well, whatever that is, its not a sandwich!"

(OOC: You tell me what happens next.)

---------------------------------------------------
Important action: Search basket
16-10+0=+6
End Result: Item found: Suspiciously perfect apple
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Inside the basket lies an apple. Just one, pristine green apple. One might wonder why its there.

The man spoke to his dog again.

"What a suspiciously perfect, pristine green apple! I wonder why its there. This is better than a lousy sandwich. I'll take one bite to test for poison and you can have the rest. You need it even more than I do."

He took his one bite and...

by **New Romanis** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 6:17 pm

Harkback Union wrote:
Glorious Rebublic of Alevstan wrote:"Waiter. Could I have a flatbread with tomatoes, olive oil, and basil?" he asked the waiter as the man approached him. "Thank you."

The figure took out his notebook and a sharp steel rod, about six centimeters long. He touched the sharp end to his staff, and it turned black. However, the light at the end of the staff dimmed ever so slightly. A few more mutters brightened it up again, dimming the cabin lights about to about two-thirds of what they were earlier. He then started writing something in a foreign tongue on the paper.

The waiter brought back the food a mere few seconds after he let with the order. He also served the roman his meaty dish along with the expensive red wine...

"Thank you my good sir!" the Roman said to the waiter before he began to chow down on his food. As he chewed into a buffalo wing, he saw a hooded man writing something down with a staff that was lit up on the end. "Strange, very strange," he said to himself. He then began drinking some of the red wine before he began on the steak.

by **Harkback Union** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 6:19 pm

The High Tatras wrote:
Harkback Union wrote:---------------------------------------------------
Important action: Search basket
16-10+0=+6
End Result: Item found: Suspiciously perfect apple
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Inside the basket lies an apple. Just one, pristine green apple. One might wonder why its there.

The man spoke to his dog again.

"What a suspiciously perfect, pristine green apple! I wonder why its there. This is better than a lousy sandwich. I'll take one bite to test for poison and you can have the rest. You need it even more than I do."

He took his one bite and...

The man felt a taste like never before... so sour, and yet so sweet at the same time. Depressing and Euphoric thoughts flooded his mind at the same time, and with the thoughts came great knowledge...
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+5 Cogs, -5 Hats
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The man was now at a crossroads, should he let the depressing thoughts consume his mind? Or will he be able to forget them once and for all?
( this one is your choice + or - 5 hearts )

by **Glorious ReBublic of Alevstan** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 6:23 pm

Harkback Union wrote:
Glorious Rebublic of Alevstan wrote:"Waiter. Could I have a flatbread with tomatoes, olive oil, and basil?" he asked the waiter as the man approached him. "Thank you."

The figure took out his notebook and a sharp steel rod, about six centimeters long. He touched the sharp end to his staff, and it turned black. However, the light at the end of the staff dimmed ever so slightly. A few more mutters brightened it up again, dimming the cabin lights about to about two-thirds of what they were earlier. He then started writing something in a foreign tongue on the paper.

The waiter brought back the food a mere few seconds after he let with the order. He also served the roman his meaty dish along with the expensive red wine...

"Thank you." The figure hesitated a moment, flipping to a page with a large drawing on it, which appeared to be a map, and it had a line curving across it, through many, many lands. "This land is called...?"

After he got the answer, he drew an extension of the line from the end, putting a dot at the end. He then proceeded to eat his food in silence, then looked for an overview of the train.

by **Harkback Union** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 6:24 pm

New Romanis wrote:
Harkback Union wrote:
The waiter brought back the food a mere few seconds after he let with the order. He also served the roman his meaty dish along with the expensive red wine...

"Thank you my good sir!" the Roman said to the waiter before he began to chow down on his food. As he chewed into a buffalo wing, he saw a hooded man writing something down with a staff that was lit up on the end. "Strange, very strange," he said to himself. He then began drinking some of the red wine before he began on the steak.

The well cooked meat and the sweet wine reminded the roman of the great feast he once took part in... and his a long forgotten friend, who once gave him the blessing of Mars.
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+1 hearts, +1 steel
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by **The High Tatras** » Mon Aug 18, 2014 6:44 pm

Harkback Union wrote:
The High Tatras wrote:
The man spoke to his dog again.

"What a suspiciously perfect, pristine green apple! I wonder why its there. This is better than a lousy sandwich. I'll take one bite to test for poison and you can have the rest. You need it even more than I do."

He took his one bite and...

The man felt a taste like never before... so sour, and yet so sweet at the same time. Depressing and Euphoric thoughts flooded his mind at the same time, and with the thoughts came great knowledge...
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+5 Cogs, -5 Hats
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The man was now at a crossroads, should he let the depressing thoughts consume his mind? Or will he be able to forget them once and for all?
( this one is your choice + or - 5 hearts )

(I'll take the +5 hearts)

"This is amazing! This apple is food for the soul rather than for the body. I actually feel... well, not exactly happy, but something better than I was before. Enlightened maybe? I don't know what it is yet, but I have learned something valuable. If only I had a good use for this new knowledge."

by **Eastern Denmark** » Tue Aug 19, 2014 3:34 am

Voldemort walked through the dining room with the kid in a costume and little green riding hood, After he taken his cat back into the room, Voldemort had a sudden urge to look at the cats, back. He didn't know why he should,but he did anyway and he noticed....

by **New Romanis** » Tue Aug 19, 2014 4:32 am

Harkback Union wrote:
New Romanis wrote:"Thank you my good sir!" the Roman said to the waiter before he began to chow down on his food. As he chewed into a buffalo wing, he saw a hooded man writing something down with a staff that was lit up on the end. "Strange, very strange," he said to himself. He then began drinking some of the red wine before he began on the steak.

The well cooked meat and the sweet wine reminded the roman of the great feast he once took part in... and his a long forgotten friend, who once gave him the blessing of Mars.
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+1 hearts, +1 steel
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"Octavius! This wine is amazing, you must simply try it!" the Roman said to the long forgotten friend, who appeared to be Octavius. Octavius the replied, "it is definitely the best wine in Rome, Justinian. But I have to say that the steak is much better." The two friends continued to banter, while drinking wine and eating steak.
-20 years later-
"Octavius! What did you just do to me? I feel strange, and have a bloodlust," Justinian said to his old friend, while a strange rage began to boil inside him. "I gave you the blessing of Mars, old friend. Now go destroy those pesky barbarians!" Octavius replied. Justinian ran out the door, with his strange rage inside him. He ran up to the other legionnaires, who were just about to charge the Visigoths. The battle quickly began and Justinian began hacking and slashing at the enemies, but couldn't seem to even to even get touched by the enemies. It truly seemed that he had the blessing of Mars, he felt as strong as Hercules! But the blessing eventually wore off, and the Visigoths just kept on coming and coming! Justinian knew that this battle would go to the barbarians, but that doesn't mean he had to die from them. So he stabbed himself with the bronze sword that he was holding, but in a place that would not be fatal. So he lay down, pretending to be dead as the Visigoths ran past him. He would hope to see the day after this battle, as he took out the sword, hand on his wound, and limped away from the battle.

Justinian remembered parts of his past, before he woke up in a room on this train, long before. He felt strange once again, like the time of that battle when Octavius blessed him. He picked up his sword and ran out of the room. He bumped into Voldemort on the way, "I'm sorry," he apologized as he kept on running. Justinian felt that he needed to kill something, then he got into the room full of cats. He hoped that this would quench the thirst for blood. He went on to slaughter the cats with his sword, with his bloodlust like the time at the battle.

by **Harkback Union** » Tue Aug 19, 2014 7:06 am

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Important action: Kill cats with the sword.
Iron +2 +2 = 4
Roll: 9-10+4= 3
Starting hearts 0
End hearts: -3
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Justinian begun massacring the helpless cats. He sliced one in half, then he stabbed another to death. The desperate screams of cats echoed in the long wagon. He already killed 3 of them when suddenly, A magical attack comes out of nowhere:

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????
Attacking Hats: 5
Defending Hats: 0
7-10+5=2
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Justinian is knocked on the ground by the... unexpected shock wave. He is not hurt however, and he gets back on his feet quickly...

by **Pacifist Island** » Tue Aug 19, 2014 7:53 am

Agent Gamma wandered inside his cabin.

"'Tis a nice train," he said, looking around. "But it would be better if everyone can come along. 'It'll arouse suspicion!', Beta said, so I had to come here alone."

He heard a noise from the door. Someone was announcing this is dinnertime.

"Not yet," Gamma said to the voice. "Gimme a while."

He opened his briefcase and looked at his throwing knives.

"Ah, I still remember the first day I received these..." Gamma thought to himself. "How long ago did I meet the team? Three?"

Gamma smiled. "Hm, yes. Three years. Everyone was like a family to me. Alpha, Beta, Delta, Epsilon, and Omega..."

He took out three knives. "I remembered...when I was first given these, Delta showed me how to juggle these...and I instantly learnt how do it. I wonder if I'm still able to juggle..."

He juggled the knives around.

"I haven't gotten rusty at all! Good..." Gamma thought as he caught the knives in his hand. "Let's go get supper."

"Gotta look good in case I run into someone important..." Agent Gamma straightened his tie. He put his knives back in his briefcase, closed it, and picked it up.

"Can't ever travel without my briefcase," Gamma thought to himself. "It's becoming a part of my body..."

Gamma then left his cabin, walked along the hallway, and into the dining carriage.

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