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 Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 2:18 pm
This is a roleplay ********* and I began on tabletop the semester before our group split up to go to seperate campuses and countries. Unfortunatly we didn't get to play out the major parts, what with our crowd it was great fun. It is a satirical design of misadventures and non-linear roleplay based on chaoas theory. In English, it means that the plot will be made up as we go along and tons of laughs are on the way. Or even simpler "Buckle up and wave bye bye to sanity". mrgreen
Basic Setting:
- This world is the personal gameboard of the gods. All of whom have a very bad sence of humor. The gods play at politics by trying to amass the most territory and disiples...while most of their followers are too far gone to realise it.
- There are many strange phenomina that occur in this world, among them Hammer space, gender changing, Little green men, and heavenly mountain dew machines that fall upon non believers. Proceed at your own risk.
- Think medieval fantasy with touches of modernization. No cellphones, hottubs, or such except when an amusing situation calls for it. Then it will be granted by the gods through hammer space or an ambiguous temple called Acme for the job.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 2:32 pm
Rules:
- No moding on other charas without their consent
- No killing other charas without consent.
- NPC's are fair game.
- Player can choose any curse they like from their diety, but ********* or I have to approve the blessing. Blessing has to fit Patron diety's areas of power. You may pick one of each. More will be bestowed by gods as we go along. Those without a diety are "normal". They have no powers, supernatural traits, or divine influence.
- Tech level: Medevil D&D(-ish)
- Fashion level: Freestyle. The god's overlooked that detail for their own amusement. So yes, it is quite possible for punk rockers and elven rangers to walk side by side.
- Those found guilty of overabusing hammer space will have a mountain dew machine of divine retribution fall unpon their heads.
- No pervy pervy or anything against Gaian tos. You can get as close to the limits as Gaia staff allows. But do not cross the line.
- We have some loose ideas about what we are gonna put you guys through but overall we'll be making it up as we go along with you guys.
- Have fun!!
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 2:41 pm
F.A.Q
None yet
Story Thus Far:
Forced to visit a "place of ill repute" to regain a missing divine item, a very...easy to distract preistess and her male-phobic bodyguard are running into a myriad of strange and unique characters. One in particular refuses to let them be. Needly to say, the ADD priestess has yet to make it to her destination.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 2:43 pm
NPC Gallery
Motiva "Goddess of Vanity, Motivation and naivity. Mother goddess." (no image)
Melzack: God of Insanity and Steriotyped Villiany (no image)
Jung: God of dreams, knowledge, irritating puzzles, and star wars cronies (no image)
Pavlov: God of animals, Anthros, Lycans and learning. Holy symbol is a bell (no image)
Hawthorn: God of family, hearth, and bad parenting (no image)
Frued: God of desires, sensuality, and all around naughtiness (and denial). Father God. (no image)
Confusious is the god of existentialism and badly punned wise sayings (no image)
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 2:46 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 9:46 pm
Reserved for later use *takes up whole space with arms* xp
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 9:48 pm
Haha, you can't have this space either! *stands in front of space, blocking entry* xd
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:59 pm
The sky above was clear and strangly cloudless for the time of year. The village was bustling with activity in the hustle and bustle of the marketplace as mongers brought their wares from the docks. Childrens weaved through the crowds playing their reckless little games.
And somewhere near the center of town, right in front of the statue of a squat and potbellied statue of the founder of the village were two women fighting noisily.
"This is your fault! You said they were priceless! You didn't say anything about them belonging to her!" One said quite loudly as she stormed and stamped around in random directions as if not quite sure which way to go. She wore a mask that concieled most of her face save for a pair of brilliant green eyes. Her hair was pulled up into a brown cap with a skull printed on it, concieling it from veiw. Other than that, her clothing and appearance was unremarkable, mostly being her garb hid most of her figure well.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 11:04 pm
The other woman blinked with confusion. "I thought you understood that. Priceless means priceless. Who else would it belong to?" she said, her voice a bit dingy sounding. She wore a fluffy white conffection that loosely resembled a dress. Her hair was long, blond and curley, and it bounced around as she followed the other woman, obviously not going to go anywhere on her own. "Besides, how was I supposed to know you were asking me about it so you could steal them..?" she asked, blinking, her blue eyes shining and looking confused again. This seemed to be a permanent look on her face.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 11:20 pm
"Uh helllooooo! Lookit where I was. Do you think people ask those things for their collection value? And Priceless could mean wads of paper. You said nothing about how priceless they were!"
The woman paced around shaking her head. "Now I have to go back??? ARGH wheres a dwarven ale when you need one??"
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 11:23 pm
The blond woman wrings her hands a bit and looks confused. "You could have just been curious about them...? I don't know!" She looks down at her hands. "We have to go back and get it, it's important! If we don't, you know what will happen.." the woman gets a pained expression on her face and swallows. "Come on, it really isn't all that bad." she tried to smile in a comforting way.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 11:37 pm
The woman paused and thought over the situation and shuddered, not liking the idea of what may happen should they fail...but definitely weighing the options between that and going wherever they had to go.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 11:40 pm
As the two converse, a soft sound fills the air, steadily growing in volume, a scream of abject terror.
The sound reaches its crescendo as a figure dressed in bright gypsy garb enters the area, black hair trailing behin him as he darts past the two, arms thrown skyward, he being the source of the scream.
A mild thunder follows as a herd of women give chase, voicing various cries of admiration, stopping only when, the man glancing back over his shoulder, clotheslined himself and backflipped into a bush,.
"Where is he?!" one of his followers cried, "I don't know! I was blinded by the bishi!" cried another, "Let's split up girls, we'll find him!" cried another, and they dispersed, leaving the man to sit up, rubbing his head and whimpering.
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