Eeva & Kaven’s Adventure RP

Eeva Koskinen and Kaven Driscoll are the “heroes” of the story and are hired to basically stop an impending war, not that they know this… yet. Eeva and Kaven are hired-adventurers, known only for the tasks they do and not for who they were before this chosen career path. They soon receive this “mission” or “quest” and undergo many challenges in order to complete it. Something is missing or was it stolen and they have to get it back in time before war breaks out. @unsungcheerio and @Littlefeets choose the path for Eeva and Kaven, as well as their weapons, clothing, and even how they interact and battle. Will they be successful or die trying?

Chid and Brooke’s characters’ FCs!

Additional info:

Skill, Stamina, Luck

You will give a score for each one, but they change constantly during the adventure. However, totals may never exceed your initial scores, except on rare occasions.

This score reflects how well you can fight and use a weapon. This is the only score that can stay relatively unaffected.

This score reflects your well-being, your determination and overall fitness. When a stamina score reaches zero, the result is death.

This score reflects how lucky you are. You can use luck at various times. In battle or in other situations, but be aware that you can be lucky or unlucky. If you are lucky, great, but if you are unlucky then the results can disastrous. When using luck in battles, you can use it to inflict a more serious wound on the creature you have wounded or to minimise the effects of a wound inflicted on you.

I will be making sure luck fair when you use it and be rolling dice to determine the outcome. If you have a higher luck score, the higher your chance to be lucky! Though each time you test your luck, you will subtract on point from your score.


You will often come across creatures on your travels. Some may be friendly and others may not. At times, you may be given the option of either being sneaky or to flee. Although, if not, or if you choose not to, you will battle the creature.

During a battle, you will be given the creature’s stamina and skill score. Depending on your attacks, movement, and other choices, will depend on the damage you cause and how much is caused to you. Getting damaged will make your stamina (and possibly skill) level to decrease, meaning you will be weaker in the battle unless you manage to restore it. You may have to fight more than one monster at a time, but you will be told how to deal with it when it happens.

If you decide to flee during a battle, then it should be noted that the creature automatically gets one wound on you.

Equipment & Potions

You will start with the bare minimum of equipment, but you can find or buy more during your travels. You are armed with two weapons of choice and your own choice of dress. You will have a backpack for your Provisions and any treasures you come across.

In addition, you may take one bottle of magic potion to help aid you in your quest. These can be taken at any time during the quest, except when engaged in battle. Each potion may only be used once.

Here are the choices:
A potion of skill - restores your skill points
A potion of strength - restores your stamina points
A potion of fortune - restores your luck points and adds one to your initial score.

This thread is only for @unsungcheerio, @Littlefeets, and I to continue the story, but if you want to comment on it if you read along, that’s cool, just please blur or hide it on the thread.
Though if you want to be part of one with your own character, then feel free to sign-up here.


Eeva put the key into the lock and twisted it, pushing the door to the apartment open with her shoulder. Being Kaven wing-woman was always too much for her, and would prefer doing activities that didn’t evolve a lot of people. Letting her jacket fall to the floor, she kicked off her shoes and slumped backwards over the couch with a sigh. Waiting a few minutes for her muscles to relax a bit, she rolled onto her feet and headed for the fridge. Upon opening, she saw the post-it stuck to the bottle of orange juice. It read, “Eeva, you’ll be joining Kaven. 6am. Black Sedan. Pack.”

It wasn’t long after midnight, Eeva had long since left Kaven at the club. A red-head, clearly from a bottle, bumped into him with drunken flirtiness. “Hello handsome,” she said to him, biting her bottom lip suggestively. He didn’t need to say much, except flash her his confident smile, before her lips were on his. Kaven didn’t stop her, kissing her back and even running his hand up the small of her back. His hand stopped when he felt what seemed like a post-it note. He pulled it off her back and pulled his lips back from hers, to which she began to kiss his neck and he was able to read the note that said, “Kaven, you’ll be joining Eeva. 6am. Black Sedan. Pack.”

They would need to pack what they needed, making sure each backpack wasn’t too heavy on their back. They would carry their weapons, along with the clothing they were each going to wearing. But what goes inside his pack?

  • One change of clothes
  • Some kind of bottled drink
  • 5 items of food
  • Their potions
  • Something that can be used a blanket (a blanket is fine)
  • And two smaller items each of their choosing

Once Eeva and Kaven (and @unsungcheerio and @Littlefeets) choose what to put in their packs, they must go out to the waiting car.


Eeva never understood why Kaven insisted on dragging him out to these outings he had, especially since she knew that he didn’t need her to get a girl—that was something he could achieve very easily by himself. She was thinking that he wanted her to get out of their apartment and be social, despite her having told him that she didn’t need social outings like a regular person. She was comfortable to stay home most of the time, but every now and then she allowed herself to be wheedled out of her comfort zone. Last night was one of those nights, but she hadn’t stayed long at the pub before she left him and headed home, her social battery drained. She didn’t worry about Kaven; he’d find his way home safely.

Eeva was looking forward to having an evening to herself, maybe soak in a bubble bath and have some orange juice, her favourite juice to have, before tucking herself into bed for a nice rest. She headed to the fridge to beverage part of that fantasy and saw the post-it note on her juice. Her eyes widened and she glanced around herself, uneasy. How did that get there? She was certain it wasn’t there when she had left, she always remembered things like that. Still, the door had been locked when she arrived back, and a quick searching glance around the apartment told her that there were no signs of a break-in.

She searched through her things, but nothing appeared to be missing. What kind of robber breaks in and then robs nothing? This whole ordeal confused Eeva, but perhaps there was just an element to this that she simply couldn’t understand. She threw the paper away, a breath escaping her lips. She wouldn’t find any more answers just by staring at the words, so there was no point in trying to figure it out.

She decided to pack before heading to bed for some sleep since she wanted to be prepared for whatever awaited her tomorrow. Eeva grabbed her morning star and her throwing spear, placing them near her empty pack, which she grabbed and proceeded to fill with things around the house. Tomorrow, she would wear this outfit and so she packed this outfit to wear later on, setting the other aside to put on in the morning. She grabbed a light blanket she had stored in her room as well as the potion of strength she’d acquired and put it in her pack. Moving out of her room, Eeva headed into the kitchen with her bag. She grabbed three oranges—her favourite fruit, did you guess?—off the counter and put them in the bag. She grabbed a good two cups worth of dried beef from the cupboards along with some canned beans. Reaching up a little higher, she grabbed the unopened jar of peanut butter as well as a stack of crackers. Eeva collected all these food items and placed them in her pack.

Her water bottle she packed away too, though it wasn’t filled entirely with water. Eeva had tinted the liquid with the juice of an orange earlier that day, and since she hadn’t drank much water from the bottle that day, the orange flavour was still prominent enough to satisfy her.

Eeva headed back towards her bedroom, digging through the nightstand by her bed until she found the small vial she was looking for: liquid iodine. It had many uses that she thought would be useful for the trip, so she packed it away. As well, she packed a small wooden pocketknife, nothing fancy—only one function, unlike some of the cooler ones she’d seen, but still pretty useful in itself. It was the only item she had from her birth mother, and so it held sentimental value to her, even though she tried to deny any value besides a practical one. Having spent nearly her whole life in an orphanage, she clung to the sole gift she had from a parent. Ready for the day ahead, she put her bag aside and went to bed, falling asleep fairly quickly.

Eeva wasn’t sure what time Kaven came back to the apartment, as she had been asleep, but when she walked out of her room in the morning, fully dressed, she noticed that he had returned. She wasn’t much of a cook, but she made some boiled eggs for the two of them, coupled with some cooked bacon and apples—unsliced and unpeeled because she didn’t see the need to go through that extra effort. She presented the plate to him after he emerged from the bedroom, shrugging slightly. “Here, food,” she said as an explanation. “Strength for the journey.”

Eeva sat at the table for her breakfast, eating with purpose as she wanted to be punctual for this meeting. She would be spending a lot more time than she was already spending with Kaven for this adventure, but he was one of the few people whose constant presence she could tolerate, hence why they lived together. The guy was pretty dependable too, so Eeva was pretty sure that this next adventure would be nothing too difficult.

She gathered both their plates after they finished, rinsing them and putting them on the dish rack. Her head flicking in the direction of the door, she glanced back at him. “You ready?”

why is this so long :see_no_evil: I can’t with myself sometimes sorry

@Littlefeets - lmk if you wanna be tagged each time ‘cause I know I don’t need to tag Cali ‘cause she’ll see it regardless


Kaven had certainly not expected to find a note attached to the drunken girl kissing him. What a way to put a damper on a fun night, or well morning. Though… 6am was still hours away. The not so reasonable hour in which Kaven had returned to the apartment didn’t matter. When he got there he tossed a set of clothes into a bag, along with a blanket, a compass, a bottle of water, a bottle of alcohol, some bread, a container of peanuts, beef jerky, a can of soup, and a can of beans. With his bag ready, he went in to bed, only to be awoken a mere couple of hours later by the scent of bacon. Awake and on his feet, he reluctantly changed into a set of clothes and stepped out of the bedroom to see Eeva who had the bacon along with eggs and apples for them both. When they both finished eating, she took the dishes as Kaven grabbed a quiver of arrows and his bow, along with his sword and the bag he had packed. “I’m ready if you are.”

@unsungcheerio - sooooo sorry this took so long!


At 6am on the dot, the black Sedan pulled up right in front of their apartment building and waited. The windows were fully tinted and it was hard to see much of what was inside. However, when they eventually got downstairs to the curb, they would find that both back doors (one on each side) were partially open. Though there would be no response from the person driving.

Inside the car’s backseat (area) was neither special nor out of the ordinary. Except that the centre armrest was down with something inviting perched atop of it, two small metal shotglasses and two tall glasses. Each of the tall glasses appeared to have freskly squeezed orange juice in them. While the shotglasses contained clear liquid; potent straight vodka.

@unsungcheerio & @Littlefeets - don’t know if I have to tag ya, are you watching this thread?


Double-checking to ensure that both her morning stars and throwing spear were secured and readily accessible, Eeva gave a brief nod Kaven’s way at his statement of readiness before heading out of the apartment. Out front, the black sedan was there as promised, idling alongside the sidewalk closest to the entrance of the building. The idea of just getting into the car of someone whose identity she couldn’t verify—and though the fact that the driver wouldn’t respond to her questions didn’t help to ease any of these, her instincts told her not to worry (at least not yet) and so she followed the unspoken instructions to get into the backseat of the car.

And, to her surprise, there in the backseat were two glasses of orange juice—tall glasses, filled to the top. (Also what smelled like strong alcohol in the shot glasses, but it was 6 AM, it was a lot early to be taking shots?) To say the juice looked appetizing was a tremendous understatement, but Eeva’s hands remained neatly folded on her lap. It was one of the most basic lessons of life to not drink drinks that you didn’t see being made, and she wasn’t about to break that for orange juice, even though it looked a lot fresher than the one she usually got from the grocery store… Maybe she was projecting.

Once Kaven got into the car, her gaze moved from him to the glasses that had been placed in between the two of them. If he chose to take one of the drinks, she could then watch him and see if he would, like, die or not and then she could make a fully informed decision. If he didn’t drink it, well, then that was the end of her love affair with the orange juice and it was honestly probably for the better. And anyway, it was just juice; Eeva Koskinen wasn’t someone who could be defeated by something as minimal as a lack of orange juice thank you very much.

@Littlefeets don’ttt remember if you said no need to tag or not sorrysorry


Both ready, Kaven left the apartment to find the black sedan out, as they were told to expect, there right at 6am. Kaven got into the backseat of the vehicle, as they were intended to do, just after Eeva, who had attempted to learn more from the driver, to no avail. Cryptic, but cryptic was to be expected after the mysterious note received in the first place. There wasn’t a reason for concern, yet. Within the backseat, there was a central armrest with a total of four drinks, two glasses of orange juice and two shot glasses of vodka. Kaven could see eyeing the juice, but unlike her, Kaven looked to the alcohol. Contemplating the decision for a moment, Kaven picked up one of the shot glasses, and with a look over to Eeva, drank the shot of vodka, even if it was so early in the morning.



The driver started the engine as Kaven reached for the shot glass. Then they reached for their own clear thermos cup full of what looked like juice, in the cup holder in the middle section. Raising the cup to the rear-view mirror to gesture a cheers to Eeva before putting it to their lips and drank at the same time Kaven did, hoping this would signal to her to help herself to what was offered.

@unsungcheerio - Eeva
@Littlefeets - Kaven


Kaven was decidedly not dead from drinking the vodka (she would never understand how he could down a shot at, like, 6AM, like the sun is hardly even out) which was a significant point in favour of drinking the juice. At the same time, though, the driver was cheers-ing her in the rear view mirror, which she interpreted as an urging to drink the juice. Such an insistence from the driver did not sit well with her; why would they care about whether or not she drank it if they didn’t have some ulterior motive? Hm? HM?

Eeva could feel the engine humming beneath her, but the car remained stationary, and so she came to the conclusion that the driver would likely not move until she drank the orange juice. And if they didn’t move… well then she’d never get to reap the rewards of this mission when they succeeded (and they would succeed). She exhaled, the air blowing out of her mouth with a little more force than breathing necessitated. Despite her suspiciousness, she wasn’t really willing to pass up this potentially lucrative mission, nor was she particularly financially able to. Much of her unease waned as she regarded Kaven’s present okay-ness, but a fair amount of doubt still lingered even as she came to a reluctant decision.

Her fingers slowly wrapped around the cool glass, lifting it to her mouth, where she took a small small sip of the juice—just enough to taste. Bringing it a few centimetres down, Eeva offered a small, tight-lipped smile to the driver through the rearview mirror as she waited to see whether she would die where the driver would take them.

@Littlefeets & @CrazyCaliope
really sorry for the wait I’m finally in the right headspace again


The driver put their own drink back in the cupholder at the same time Eeva put hers down after her sip. She looked across at Kaven as the sip of orange worked its way down her throats. It was both tangy and sweet; very pleasant. By the time Eeva noticed that Kaven was unconscious, head back with his mouth open and snoring, she had to blink slowly. Both of her eyelids were heavier and her vision was blurred. All in ten seconds. Just ten seconds and her head rolled back on the seat just as Kaven’s had; Eeva wasn’t conscious either.

When they both awoke, the car was stationary and their bags had been carefully placed just in front of them next to feet. They were in a different car, a bigger car, which was nothing unusual. The sun was beaming down from above, it can’t have been much after 10am. The car was parked on a range of hills that half-circled a forest valley. Not 40 metres away, downhill, was an overgrown dirt path into the trees.

@unsungcheerio - Eeva
@Littlefeets - Kaven