Totoma
Low Class Poster
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Posts: 46
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: TRANSFERRED
Zeni: 700
HP: 615
SP: 1,010
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Totoma on Feb 6, 2017 8:21:45 GMT -5
It had sure been a while since Totoma had even checked out the Central Wastelands; yes, a while because of the memories that related him to the entire place that was pretty much nothing like the ancient tales of Daikondu described it to be like; a vast forest that'd suit better than some wastelands. He couldn’t tell what had happened to turn one of the greatest places in Daikondu in such a dead place, after all, it was like this ever since he was a child. However, he had always imagined what it could have been like; as much as it didn’t seem like it, Totoma cared for the planet… after all, he was the King! He needed the world at its fullest in any fields; from economics to how good-looking it was.
Again, it was pretty much a neutral zone so he couldn’t do much without having the Northern Empire ruin it. But it wouldn’t be like this for long, Totoma would eventually kill Retasu and then eradicate that damn capital. But, he had to say, he could still build a statue in the whereabouts of what would be the capital’s ruins for having humiliated Retasu in front of everyone.
He couldn’t help but grin to himself as he flew in whereabouts of the wasteland. Even if, that day he wasn’t exactly there just to check the wastelands but also to receive some supplies he was supposed to go pick up-- as much as it didn’t seem like a noble task fitting his role as King, the Saiyajin preferred to do everything himself to avoid some incompetent making mistakes.
“Well, well… they’d be here anytime soon.” - he said to himself and landed on the ground, folding his arms over his chest as he glanced around. While he wasn’t the patient type of Saiyajin, he couldn’t do much about it aside from waiting for the damn merchants to arrive. So, he just laid his back against one of the huge rocks with arms folded tightly across his chest as he waited for anyone to show up. [Dice: 3d39 // EXP: 620 // PL: 3.100] Di'enka
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Di'enka
Low Class Poster
Posts: 25
Race: Bio Android
Dice: 2d46
EXP: 2,426
Zeni: 1,725
HP: 460
SP: 0
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Post by Di'enka on Feb 12, 2017 5:44:59 GMT -5
A few hours ago, a band of interstellar merchants had landed on Daikondu soul. The group had intended to initiate trade with as many people and planets as possible; and for whatever ungodly reason they happened to also put the Saiyajin homeworld on the list. Either they were really stupid merchants that didn't realize what civil war meant or they had absolutely no fear whatsoever-- which most Saiyajin could come to respect, at least. The merchants had started their rounds somewhere in the north-east quadrant; mostly trading with neutral groups that lived along the borders of Northern Daikondu's kingdom. Here, they also wished to trade their wares for the services of a guide or temporary protector... In the end, their guard detail was but one man; Di'enka; the mysterious wanderer of Central Daikondu. He was practically the perfect guide and protector for the adventure; he knew what tracks to avoid and which quick path to take at what time. Di'enka also fought off a few of the annoying beasts that stalked the landscape. Now, he knew their next stop was the Southern Daikondu kingdom; but he payed little to no mind... For these merchants were apparently going to meet with the Southern King; Totoma. Since his encounter with Mumbo and Retasu; Di'enka's stance regarding the two 'sides' of the planet had increased from indignant indifference to quiet intrigue. Just what was it that made each side tick? Why did they oppose each other? What caused them to disregard that they were all people of Daikondu? Di'enka wanted to know. He needed to know. Because as soon as he did, it would make his future decisions easier. Di'enka mused idly as he swatted a violent flamingo-like creature across the face, sending it straight into the dirt. He left it there-- mostly because it was a small, potentially newborn one-- but also because he had already dealt with enough of them and took them as partial payment in food supply for his own community; he carried a sack full of these raging birds over his back. In due time the caravan and its guard had arrived at the designated meeting spot; where another Saiyajin was waiting. 'He certainly matches the description I was given... Hmph.' Di'enka would not bow; for he recognized no king. Instead he saluted the self proclaimed king of the south with a fist across his chest-- he would give him the same level of respect that he gave all other Saiyajin... At least until they got on his nerves. "Greetings, fellow Saiyajin. You are here to trade with this caravan, correct?"
[ 2d26 / 100 EXP / 500 PL] Totoma
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Post by Retasu on Jul 29, 2017 22:40:56 GMT -5
Should this thread be closed both participants will receive SP in the form of Group Thread grading for their SP posts. You have until 8/6, 12pm EST to answer if you would like to continue this thread or not.
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Post by Retasu on Aug 6, 2017 21:25:30 GMT -5
Totoma+443 SP New Total: 1,010 SP Di'enka+552 SP New Total: 552 SP Adding now.
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