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 Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 2:08 pm
Okay, well, I was just going to send all these ideas to Slag, but the post is too big to send in PMs apparently, and you now have to wait ten minutes between pms to someone... so the ideas will be here now, i will post up my replay to Slag, and we can all decide what will be best for the guild..... I will need help though, making these into something good... as I am not feeling all too motivated.... Psychoholic Slag So, other than the Conan RP, were there any other RP's you were interested in joining? To be honest I am not quite sure yet.... I have issues being motivated when either a) I don't have complete creative freedom (like I create the roleplay myself.) or b) feel inadequately versed in the world I will be playing in. I considered Marvel AU, buuut as much as i like to consider myself a Marvel fan, I am severely left in the dust behind everyone else around here and to be honest I am a little put off by that. If the question is brought up due to inactivity, then I will put forth some ideas to remedy that situation, I will throw up some roleplay ideas, though I can't promise any will be of interest. I really do wish to be a worthwhile addition to the Tavern, I have just not had much motivation lately. SOOOOOOOO, without further ado, I will splatter around some ideas I have had in the past for roleplays that we can all work together to make shine and work for the guild. And if that doesn't work, i will look into some of the other roleplays a little closer to see what interests me. And If that doesn't work, then we shall go from there my friend smile THE END!!!!!! -in which Stray Already has a character, and I know someone else who is interested as well.....
O! May that sweet song keep playing, please by the gods, just a while longer....
Barren and broken, weeing from scorched wounds, the supple flesh of the hills and plains surrounding the Worm God's temple mountain, was raped by the machines of war. Silence and death blanketed the horizon, leaving only those under unholy protection alive.
The wind whipped and battered banner stood as a constant reminder of what was out there. It felt like ice in your chest just thinking about it. Toiling away beneath their mountain, those sworn to desolation work vile festering magics. Pitiful attempts to appease their indifferent black god.
The Quest for immortality is a savage one, at least it is for the poor. That was the ultimate promise, under that constant glowing stare all one could think of was eternity.
Then came The Sacrifice, the grand deceit, Before us all that smoking black scar on the earth was suddenly illuminated with all the holiness of the weapons of man, and with that sacred fire the flesh of the wicked melted away.
The World then grew complacent. Standing unaware of the poison that flowed within. The Worm God had become wise in his years, he knew that his direct fashion would get him nowhere, so he simply seemed to remove himself from the equation.
Much of what went on after that was much of the same that has always gone on. Night followed day and life went on. The big difference was that Servants of the Worm, The Worm Reborn, found their ways into power all across the glittering globe.
Names and places are of no importance. All that must be said is that one force triggered and event that brewed hatred in the opposition. Servants of the Worm fueled this hatred until the entire world was on an all out Jihad upon itself.
The World Burned, so it goes.
What the Worm God did not know, was that his flock was not the only secret society operating at that time. A far more ancient, though nearly broken, league foresaw the events and did all that was in their power to ensure the Worm God didn't get the last laugh.
As the Bombs fell, the Elders were forced to hurry, selecting a few people nearly at random from the City of Sovelii. Though they were unable to brief them on the purpose, these people were successfully torn from their lives, torn from the face of impending doom and thrown into stasis. Tucked safely into the earth by these strange masters who simply whispered that everything would be alright.
The earth aged, it felt the coming and goings of nuclear winter. It felt the sun grow ever so slightly hotter, changing the face of the planet. It felt a brief sadness for the memories of that once bustling civilization that was suddenly consumed by nature. Though to clarify, not all of mankind was destroyed. The Worm God lived, and brought his followers with him, though they could hardly be considered men much long as the wheel turned. Demons more like. But beneath them were the slaves, and though radiation and an ever changing world changed people, there were still countless remnants of mankind, though they were certainly not very well off.
Now, though the sun never shines through the constant black and angry clouds, the world is hot and the air itself feels slimy. All sentient beings bow before the glory of the Worm God who lives in his vile fortress in the Dark Lands. It is a thankless existence. Life is taught to be seen as a privileged that can be taken away, but folks know better. Life really isn't worth living. They only reason they go on is because they know ending it before one's time will lock their souls into eternal service to their Lord.
It is here that our tale will begin, the first chapter opens with the awakening of people who came from a better time, before war, before the blackening of the skies, people who do not yet know that they hold the power to save everything, the world and all of it's new denizens.
And just before awakening them, the souls of the Elders of the Illuminated Seers, spoke to those they had sealed away. These beings had been watching the world change, learning all they could to help those who had the power to change it. With their final strength. just before releasing their captives....
They said...
And So It Came To Pass...
The EndChapter One- A Bright and Shining FutureAs a last effort to assist our heroes, the Elders told them all they knew about the land upon which they would find themselves. It was here that far beneath the earth would be Sovelii, and on top sits a new civilization.
The Kingdom of Raee.
The Kingdom of Raee is currently presided over by a chosen disciple of Our Lord the Worm God. Also known as A Hand of the Dragon, someone who has achieved everlasting devotion to the great Vile God. The Hand's word is law in entirety. Nobody dares question it, unless they wish for death as just below the hand are the Talons of the Dragon. The Talons are military officers and masters of combat. Armed with weaponry that are relics of the dead age, as well as magically endowed weapons of the present they are single man armies raised from birth to obey, and to kill. Raee has Ten Talons, and under each Talon, are a score or two of lower ranking soldiers. All of whom are highly trained in the art of combat.
Every day for two hours the citizens of Raee must attend the Grand Ceremony at the Red Cathedral. This is a sign of complete religious devotion to the Worm God. The Face of the Worm is the highest priest of any area of the Worm God's domain. He wears an ever shifting obsidian mask that wears the grin of Our Lord. Beneath him are the Crimson Tears, holy men with no genitals and mouths shown shut. They are easily spotted for their long flowing red robes. Each is assigned to different sections of Raee with the job of spreading the Lord's word. Preforming public human sacrifice in his name, and committing countless other holy acts.
Now, the citizens of the Kingdom will come as a shock for our Heroes. The Elders did their best to show them what they will encounter, but the world has changed so much that it will take a lot of getting used to. There are sentient beings that can fit in the palm of your hand, others larger than cars. They come in all shapes and sizes and all attitudes. To make a list of all the different kinds would be an eternal task. Just imagine something and it probably exists in Raee.
Most of the Kingdom looks to be straight out of the dark ages. Stone and mortar buildings, gravel walkways, sprawling marketplaces, only with a major difference of seemingly randomly placed machinery that bletch out huge breaths of black smoke. Most transportation is either walking, or riding another creature, but some of the richer folk do have vehicles that either go on wheels or fly.
A defining characteristic of Raee is that it is a place that doesn't quite stand in the world. Things got a little strange at the end, and some things science just hadn't gotten around to explaining yet slowly just became accepted oddities. In Raee's case, it is almost entirely encased in a shimmering wall that devours anyone who gets too close. Though beautiful this unnatural occurrence makes it impossible for the people of Raee to leave, unless they are lucky enough to own a flying machine.
With that the Elders began fading. They spoke softly as they went, ensuring our heroes that though the task seemed to be impossible, they still had a chance, they would suffer every step of the way, but after it was all over the cosmos itself would bow in gratitude. As a final thank you the Elders left the last of their energy in weapons hidden throughout Raee, each one of our heroes would feel the pull of an orb designated for them, and that orb would change to what weapon best suited them, and would grow in power as they did. This is how our tale begins, our heroes awaken, they plan, and they begin this epic quest.And so it came to pass...
The EndThese words were the first any of our heroes had heard in countless years of thoughtless, dark slumber. One would expect that someone's mind would be blank after so long of inactivity, but these words came across clear, along with all the information that followed after them.
What The Elders Taught Our Sweet Heroes-
-Everything and Everyone that our heroes cared about, is gone.
-What is familiar will be replaced by that which is alien.
-This is a savage world, a cruel one. All thoughts of individual rights are forgotten.
-Guns are forgotten by all but the highest elite of the world.
-Machines are masses of metal lumped together with no thought of safety.
-Humans are but slaves to the vile masters of the world.
-The Worm God Lives... and it is his jagged grin that shines brightly over all the people of the land.
-You were saved from certain death for one reason. Kill the Worm God, restore the world to it's former beauty, bring happiness back to the living.Memories......
Our heroes all come from the same place, the same time. Sovelii. To assist in the history of your character I will include some information about the city and time from whence they came.
Sovelii was a sprawling metropolis with many layers. As the earth slowly lost area, the human race decided to take volume into account, and built upward. Sovelii was an intricate three layer city with twisting beautiful architecture that allowed sunlight into all of it's areas. It was a free city where the poor has as much chance as the rich to make it big, good education was free to all citizens who wanted it. Resources were quite plentiful considering Sovelii was one of the higher end civilizations of the time.
The city itself was a clean, bright place. Crime, while not possible to squelch entirely was not something feared by most citizens. The police force were a formidable force considering the advancements in technology. It was a bright and shining future for all who lived there. Learning and working in the winter, taking week long cruises in space for the summer. Love, Life, Happiness.
Towards the end, things began to change. Sovelii got swept up into the turmoil of the world quite early as there were some attacks on public places that sent countless to their graves. Our heroes would have seen their beautiful city melt into a hateful beast. The walls plastered with propaganda, US against THEM! They are evil, they want to rape our women and kill us for no reason other than they simply do not like us. Many of the men got sent off to war. Though, for such a well off place, soldiers mostly used drones for the dirty work, but they went in droves to go fight this faceless and terrible enemy.
Our heroes would see the rise in crime in Sovelii as the War would slowly envelope the world. People would start getting scared. More people would buy weapons, more people would try to get something for nothing, a hedonistic plea to enjoy life as much as possible before the end.
It took an entire week from the time that the first bomb went off, to the time the Elders took our Heroes into stasis. And very shortly after that Sovelii was swept away under a baleful nuclear wave. But as they waited, as the bombs dropped, as everyone started to realize that they might have done too much damage, the fear within our heroes would have been boundless.
Now they live, they have nothing but each-other as a memory of the past. Together they must stand against their common enemy.ProfilesTo begin, my friends, we must create characters. Into them, I must beg that you put as much love and care into them as you ever have to any you have ever made. This is probably going to be my last roleplay on Gaia unless things really take off.
I am going to put it out there right now, It is your job to be creative. Every one of you is more than capable of creating a character. We have all worked together long enough to know each other's styles and you know really that so long as what you create is beautiful, then I will accept it. I answered what I will about the world, it is up to Everyone to bring it to life. Creating an entire universe is a horrifying task for but one man who doubts his own ability. So, before striking out with a bunch of questions, I want you to just think about it and know that whatever ideas your brain births, I will nurture them and melt them into this post-apocalyptic world. It is not my tale. I simply carved out a skeleton, we will make the flesh, the hopes, the dreams, and the future of this sweet child.
To begin, we are all human. The only way you can begin right off being something a little different is to assume that something went wrong with your stasis and the world leaked in and changed you. I will leave that up to you. But we are all human, we have no super powers as there will be time for that later. Mind you, you can be anywhere up to the greatest athlete this world has ever seen, to just your average mildly overweight citizen.
Please, do not take this lightly. Lets get thing rolling. This is The End my friends.
Skeleton
Note, you do not have to use this, and if you want a skeleton it doesn't have to follow these guidelines. I would like to at least get a full description of your character either here or in your first post so we know what we are looking at.
Username:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Previous Occupation:
History:
As you will notice I am not including much beyond that. I have realized that these things evolve out of the characters as we play them. I will learn their personalities as we go.Our HeroesHere is a list of the Heroes of this tale, as they are introduced this will evolve. Chapter One NPCs
This is calling out to all of you, we need NPCs, these are people who grew up in the world of Our Lord. They can be anything you want them to be, from the darkest pits of your imagination. They are in charge of ensuring that the world is under constant control. They do not have to adhere to the laws of citizens. They are cruel, they worship chaos and evil. To apply all you need to do is ask so I can make sure two people are not trying to make the same person.
For the Hand: It is my assumption that I will probably play the Hand. If someone else wishes to play the Hand I will happily allow it and we can have a one on one discussion in its creation. The Hand has access to Laser Weaponry, has a magic melee weapon, and probably also has some sort of defensive trinket. He has also probably reached Demon Status.
Talons: The talons are military officers. They each own their own soldiers and answer only to the Hand Himself. They can be anything, anyone, but they are without a doubt the most fear inducing people in all of the land. They have access to gunpowder weapons, and can have either a Magic Weapon, or a magic Artifact.
The Hand of the Dragon:
Talon #1:
Talon #2:
Talon #3:
Talon #4:
Talon #5:
Talon #6:
Talon #7:
Talon #8:
Talon #9:
Talon #10:
The Face of the Worm: The face of the Worm is a holy leader who follows only the Word of the Worm. He is required to dish out sermons every day. This means I will probably have to play him, unless someone wants him and once again I will talk to you about it. He has his Obsidian mask, which if one peers into its eyes he can freeze them in place and send messages to their brain, as well as hallucinations. His weapon is The Fangblade. This is a ceremonial dagger that when it cuts a victim it feeds off them, the wielder of the Fangblade can always sense where the victim is, can slowly leach the life from them and instill sickness into their flesh. He also has his Red Robes that are resistant to most forms of attack, died red with the blood of sacrifices.
The Crimson Tears: These characters have taken a vow of silence, but it is expected of them to spread the Dark Word daily, preforming ritual sacrifices in the streets. They are also required to remove their genitals to further their devotion to Our Lord. They are equipped with enchanted blades that grow more powerful with every sacrifice. These weapons will eventually become Fangblades, as the Crimson Tears all eventually wish to become a Face.
The Face of the Worm:
The Crimson Tears:
After that, we will all make up the rest of the npcs and all play them as needed.Username: Hermit Omega
Name: Eldritch Dedalus Hamarstrom (Eld)
Age: Twenty-five
Appearance: Eld is a mid sized man with an extremely toned body. He keeps his head shaved entirely, his dark eyebrows give hints that his hair is naturally very dark brown, or even black. His eyes are a muddled green that seem somewhat cloudy despite their ever alertness. Nothing about him makes him stand out in a crowd, he has no tattoos, no piercings. He is one of those rare white men who can pull off the bald look.
Previous Occupation: Leader of the Eldr Ded FreeRunning and Parkour group. He was quite famous throughout the youth of Sovelii, as he was very very good at what he did.
History: He was always an athlete, never did too well at the academic side of learning, but he had the drive and ambition to succeed never the less. And as soon as he graduated he was called up by the Proskoy Free running group, (he had been the best free runner his school had seen) and he was taken under the wing of the ever so famous Tucker Vann. After years of hard work Eld had begun smashing the records set all over the world and was quickly becoming one of the greatest names in the Freerunning world. Then came the wars, and sports were put on the back burner.
(stray's post) Sascha's suffering began as soon as she stepped out of her stasis chamber, for the moment that he did so he realized everything had changed. Her husband and child were gone forever, never to be seen again. This was an alien world that he had been drawn into, and unfairly so. She couldn't even properly express her rage and vent her frustrations at these Elders who had falsely sold her on this holy mission. It wasn't even falsehood, actually, for they'd never said he would see his family again, only that everything would be alright. From where she was standing, nothing seemed alright. The wisdom bestowed by the elders hardly even registered. He pounded on every wall until he happened across the doorway that led out, then she ran around in the dark for a time, stumbling toward the first source of light she saw. This led him through a tunnel that deposited him just a short distance from the ground. This seemed a route not often trod, for the entrance seemed unexplored. It might have actually been part of a larger tunnel at one time that had simply been cut off as it opened abruptly to a sheer drop. All around he could hear screeching and scraping, chatter of inhuman voices and the sounds of many footsteps, some thunderously loud. The Elders had not exaggerated. Having reached the end of the tunnel and with no desire to venture out into this horrible and strange world, Sascha collapsed where he stood and leaned against the wall. She buried her head in her hands and wept for the beautiful life lost and the horrible world gained. He wished he'd died with them rather than having to face this world alone. My post “Do you even have a heart?!”
Her pale heart shaped face was stained with wet mascara from her streaming tears. Her entire body was shaking and covered in goosebumps, Eld felt a pit growing in his stomach but he couldn’t look away. Even as she cries, she is so beautiful, he thought. Speechless he just looked into her shining blue eyes, her face all scrunched with pain and anger. The slap she laid across his face he barely felt, there was a violent motion and a crack sound. Even before he could correct his vision she was walking away, her hips swaying involuntarily.
“Wait,” he said, but not loud enough for her to hear. She went on and the world around him came rushing back in. Traffic sounds and flashing lights. Steady pulsating beats bled from the nightclub across the street, The Throbbing Sliver. Eld hung his head hoping the fuzzy confusion would seep out through his eyes and make a puddle on the sidewalk where he could leave it and forget about it. The nasty taste in his mouth was absurdly bitter and he suddenly grew an overwhelming sensation to spit. Shaking his head only made him dizzier. He was a little too drunk to remember why she was mad at him, he didn’t recall doing anything to her so it must have been something he said. Knowing that he loved her even he found it hard to believe that anything would have torn them apart, yet there she went.
Now, in all the years in the history of the world, now was not the time to be alone. Each day it seemed another city was wiped off the face of the earth and Sovelii would get it’s turn eventually. Eld didn’t want to be alone, he wanted his darling love. Now she was gone and he was loosing track of how long he had been standing there in a drunken daze. Nobody should have to face the end of the world alone, especially not someone who invested so much time in a person. He loved her so much. That was the last time he saw her.
He stumbled through the light filtered green through dirty streetlamps. This was hardly the most reputable part of town, but Eld couldn’t find himself worrying about his safety. That was usually the last thing on his mind anyway. He started throwing one foot out in front of the other until he fell into a run and his brain began to clear. It was drunken meditative dashes like this that assured either entire illumination or death. And at this point, as it usually came to be, Eld didn’t care if he died. He didn’t even pay attention to where he was going, his body was on autopilot as he was suddenly rising higher and higher above the sidewalk, years of training meant the man could scale buildings with ease given there were things to grab onto. He knew he was going to be sore as all hell in the morning the way he was throwing his unresponsive body into the proper movements. Down below he heard some shouting. His friends telling him to stop, as they usually did. He pretended not to hear and was suddenly leaping from rooftop to rooftop, tucking his head in and rolling. One false step would be death, this cleared his head a little, but didn’t help his drunk flesh. Things became a blur again the suddenly he was falling with a shower of broken glass. A goddamn skylight. With his luck it wasn’t a very long drop, but the air was knocked out of him with the impact of the hard wooden floor. He heard himself gasp an sputter for air, but this was automatic. His brain was elsewhere, it was on her. At least until the residents of the building he had crashed through started opening doors and screaming about cops and the like. He blinked and suddenly he was in the alleyway with sirens behind him in the distance. He had to stop as his body decided it was time he examined the contents of his stomach and he painted the brick wall of a building with a spew of vomit. This of course was followed by dry heaving that seemed to trail on to eternity and he shook his still fuzzy head. After that wore off he could feel the cold sweat coursing down his body and couldn’t help but think that another drink would take the edge off. He blinked again and found himself in a bar.
“Hey man, give me a drink, I don’t care what. Something strong.”
The bartender didn’t pay attention to him, and Eld found himself waving his hands at the man, who’s blank stare was staring off to the side. Eld almost shouted when he realized everyone was looking in the same direction, to a small screen. DEATH APPROACHES! FLEE CITIZENS, SOVELII WILL BURN!.
The headlines came off as the ranting of a doomsayer promising the apocalypse in the streets. Only this was the news, and the images were of other cities becoming craters. Places that Eld had been during free running competitions. He frowned with the sudden realization that the sirens that were in the distance were not cop sirens, they were air raid sirens. He suddenly felt himself running again. He had to save her, he was so stupid for getting so drunk, now it could ruin everything. His legs were screaming in protest at the prolonged exertion and improper form, but he ignored it. He needed to see her again. He had to at least hold her as death rained from the sky. Only, he never made it.
He blacked out again along the way and awoke in the land of Raee. The psychic messages of the elders feeding his brain to the point of almost breaking then he was stumbling in the dark.
He still felt mildly drunk, despite the countless years that had passed. His mind tried to sort everything out as he stumbled into the bright light of the outside world and he felt his mouth fall open. It was one thing for someone to tell you something, it was another thing to see it with your own eyes. He quickly considered just killing himself and getting all this s**t over with. Assassinate the Worm God? Those old men had a sick idea of a joke if they expected a freerunner and who knows else to go after the vile black wizard that crept around in the background of every horror story children told each other on cold dark nights. Now to see the creatures going about their business before them, and alien landscape, even the sky seemed a hue of blue that he had never seen before.
He glanced around after hearing the sound of weeping and spotted another human. Whoever it was, was as bald as he was and he had to chuckle at the absurdity.
“Of all the infinite masses in Sovelii did the elders pick people based on their hairstyle?” He muttered, feeling a smile stretch across his face that was tinged with a little bit too much lunacy for him to feel comfortable with.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 2:09 pm
Ummmmm A kinda Unnamed roleplay!!!!
Here follows some psycho-metaphysics.
If you are not hot for philosophy, best just to skip it.
The Aneristic Principle is that of apparent order; the Eristic Principle is that of apparent disorder. Both order and disorder are man made concepts and are artificial divisions of pure chaos, which is a level deeper than is the level of distinction making.
With our concept-making apparatus called "the brain" we look at reality through the ideas-about-reality which our cultures give us.
The ideas-about-reality are mistakenly labeled "reality" and unenlightened people are forever perplexed by the fact that other people, especially other cultures, see "reality" differently.
It is only the ideas-about-reality which differ. Real (capital-T) True reality is a level deeper than is the level of concept.
We look at the world through windows on which have been drawn grids (concepts). Different philosophies use different grids. A culture is a group of people with rather similar grids. Through a window we view chaos, and relate it to the points on our grid, and thereby understand it. The order is in the grid. That is the Aneristic Principle.
Western philosophy is traditionally concerned with contrasting one grid with another grid, and amending grids in hopes of finding a perfect one that will account for all reality and will, hence, (say unenlightened westerners) be true. This is illusory; it is what we Erisians call the Aneristic Illusion. Some grids can be more useful than others, some more beautiful than others, some more pleasant than others, etc., but none can be more True than any other.
Disorder is simply unrelated information viewed through some particular grid. But, like "relation", no-relation is a concept. Male, like female, is an idea about sex. To say that male-ness is "absence of female-ness", or vice versa, is a matter of definition and metaphysically arbitrary. The artificial concept of no-relation is the Eristic Principle.
The belief that "order is true" and disorder is false or somehow wrong, is the Aneristic Illusion. To say the same of disorder, is the Eristic Illusion.
The point is that (little-t) truth is a matter of definition relative to the grid one is using at the moment, and that (capital-T) Truth, metaphysical reality, is irrelevant to grids entirely. Pick a grid, and through it some chaos appears ordered and some appears disordered. Pick another grid, and the same chaos will appear differently ordered and disordered.
Reality is the original Rorschach. Verily! So much for all that.
—Malaclypse the Younger, Principia Discordia, Pages 00049–00050
It is time to dive to GREAT OUTDOORS! O! my feeble minded compadre we speak not of the world outside our buildings, but the world outside the foundations of our reality itself, out through the doors of the domain of physical laws to the world of the grand war between the folk who don't even know why exactly they are fighting. Chaos versus Order? The sides may not even really be there, but the battle ensues anyway. Choosing to believe what you will is an illumination exercise that might also snuff out your brain candle all together. What we have here is a war for total domination of nothing in itself.
On one side of the GREAT OUTDOORS, we have the essence of Chaos, the primordial ooze from which spawned all things. The believers who worships the very symbol of the universe oozing from Eris's dripping womb. Who bow down to the broken mass of the machine, who hold above all things the complete lack of understanding, accepting the absurdity of the world and living in utter discord.
Far on the other end of the world beyond the worlds lie the agents of Order. These beings who know that all things are driven by laws, that all, with the proper tools and logic, can be understood, categorized, and controlled based on that understanding. These are the folks driven by rational thought.
Then in-between it all lies the the rebels, the people who don't care, are too ignorant, or simply too smart to fall into the grand illusion of the war. They come in all shapes and sizes, and are entirely unaligned.
How did these people come to the GREAT OUTDOORS!? Be it accidental overdose, supreme meditational enlightenment, an orgasm that was a little too good, or a dream taken a little too seriously, people have fallen through that gateway all throughout time. Then, through what they chose to believe, or from what was hammered into their skulls, they joined the eternal war that goes on forever outside of the world.
Take up ye weapons brilliant warrior, see what fate has in store!
CHAOS
The HQ of the Chaos army is located in the subterranean tower that juts out of the face of the Cliff of Looo. Surrounded by heavy fortifications, the only path up to the top of the cliff is nearly impenetrable. Assault from below is also a bad choice as the chaos-whores have no reservations to dropping bombs and feces out of their windows. The cliff itself towers above the Ctrathik mountains which are jagged and snow covered, despite the fact the Cliff of Looo is always snowfree and grassy. The nearest town if Skudville, a Bavarian inspired town with plenty of ale and enjoyment.
They also have outposts all throughout the Great Outdoors.
Current Territories Held
Uld Desert
Fur Forest
The Shores of Ashren( not the ocean itself... thats owned by He Who Sleeps Beneath The Ice.)
A List of Chaos-Initiates
Order
The HQ of Order is the great flying Icosahedron fortress that hovers in the exact center of the joint nations the make up the Unicursal Hexagram of Harmony. It can only be reached by flight, or by climbing the drop ladder that extends the 30000 up (not recommended.) They do have a teleportation ray, but is generally only used for important people. Assault is extremely difficult against the Icosahedron. It has a great laser that shoots beams in the shape of Metatron's Cube.
They Have Outposts throughout the Great Outdoors
Current Territories Held
Pythagorian Plains
Newton Swamp
Albert Islands
Order Acolytes
-Greet Myrgjöl Abbatangelo (Gm) The Seed of Life
Neutrality
You get nothing to call your own.
Neutral lands
The Shardlands(frozen wastes)
Home(great city of people who don't have any idea about anything)
The Sinkhole (a ten-thousand mile hole in the ground that gently slopes down to unknown depths.
First Post
Rainbows of light, the five visible moons of the Shardlands blessed the ice glazed wastes with their glow. The eternal night of the north was unnaturally bright. The sun never shined there, but the moons reflected the light of the sun, and the ice reflected the light of the moon, so the entire landscape seemed to overflow with energy, even though the lands were dead, and as far as everyone knew, would always be dead. The lands spanned over unknown miles, as thus far nobody has been able to cover the distance across it, though some of the unaligned lesser beings that live in the GREAT OUTDOORS have visions that beyond the Shardlands lie the gates to Heaven, Shangri-La, and the worlds biggest candy store all rolled into one. The GREAT OUTDOORS as the science department deep within the Icosahedron of Order have ultimately come to understand, is not like any of their home worlds as it seemed to deny some levels of physics, they were not even entirely sure that it was round it almost seemed sentient in the fact that things got hazy when you started looking at the fine details. As far as they could determine, the Shardlands might very well go on forever, in a way that can’t be described in words. That’s how most of things were in this existence, the acolytes of order were determined to end the war as soon as possible so that their efforts can turn towards more constructive ends by focusing on explaining all the things that seemed to be paradoxical and find the physical laws behind the GREAT OUTDOORS. Including the study of the strange beings that seemed to be viewed as deities by the lesser people. Only not worshipped, simply feared. They had not shown their faces around for the extent of the war, but their acknowledgement comes from back before any and all can remember. All accounts are written with fear, shock, horror, and it is apparent that these wretched unspeakable beings thirsted for blood sacrifice.
A few hundred miles from the center of the Shardlands was a quaint village with Bavarian inspired architecture, a place often forgotten about due to it’s small size and wretched location, not many people travel to the Shardlands, there is no reason to go to the wastes. This was different, now the entire populace of the village known as Ut were all gathered around a huge bonfire, a strange occurrence since the land gave them no wood, and that meant using up their meager supply of fuel from the cow patties they collect throughout the year. Chekar Voon, the shaman of Ut, danced around the flames tossing in herbs and spices into them at a seemingly random order causing a series of color changes. Blue, green, purple, black, Chekar was no stranger to using spiritual energy, he was a powerful man but all he could do was keep the demon at bay, if he stopped focusing on the flames then his friends and family could start dying. The only means they had of communicating with the rest of the GREAT OUTDOORS was radio that they had pumping out S.O.S. calls. They would have had better technology had they thought they would ever run into trouble, but they had found themselves falling into a sense of false security, think that this hard lifestyle in the middle of nowhere would keep them away from all prying eyes. To their dismay came a creature, one of the unspoken ones. He Who Will Not Die. This entity was currently the only one running free in the GREAT OUTDOORS. All the other’s were sleeping or in some sort of stasis and supposedly each individually capable of sending all of existence into the deepest pile s**t imaginable.
He Who Will Not Die had thus far proven himself a disappointment in that regard so far. Both ends of the war have run into this guy countless times, he is rather weak in terms of combat, but he is also prone to getting up after you blow fist size holes in his face and finding a way to smile. Both Order and Chaos hate the b*****d son of a whore and curse him every time they hear his name. They can break him over and over, but to actually get him to move away from a town, to stop trying to murder and rape citizens, is a little more difficult, he doesn’t care about pain, and doesn’t fear death since he cannot die. Shivers went down the spine of all the villagers every time they saw him scuttle by in the darkness. He was good at simply being creepy, he was cruising around as something that had too many legs a fat square green glowing smile and big round eyes, one the size of a baseball, the other a basketball. All they could really see was his illuminated facial orifices, but they could hear all the legs creeping over everything. Laughter rang out ever couple minutes followed by incomprehensible jabbering. He had already eaten a few children before they realized what was going on. Finding blood trails leading off into the nothingness of the waste. They were getting scared, even to the point where there were whispers about asking for help from He Who Devours The Shore, their walrus god. Supposedly he had seven black tusks that put the cutting edge of obsidian to shame. He was far more powerful than He Who Will Not Die, and a hundred thousand years of tyranny would certainly be better than total annihilation, at least that was the idea a few people had. Chekar Voon knew better and was doing everything in his power to keep that from happening.
Gm was cruising, her flyboard sang it’s sweet song and the wind caressed her body and she was loving it. She had been flying around out of sheer boredom, and while out there heard a message over the radio, some people needed help, some of the unaligned. She new that if she was to go out there and help them then she would be a hero, and maybe make some of them see that Order was the path to follow. Our of the six months that she had been in the GREAT OUTDOORS she had never heard of Ut, now she was on her way to save it. The frozen lands went by her in a blur, a beautiful mix of white and shadow. She knew that she had to pay attention to flying but it was hard to take your eyes off of it. A sudden wind gust brought back her attention as it knocked her off course for a good half a mile.
There came a light in the distance, an oily streak rose up from the earth and blotted out the stars, light, smoke and sound. Voices singing, drums beating, songs swept out by the wind in a pervading whisper. Ancient in origin, eternal in memory, GM would never forget the frantic efforts to disperse their fear. She kicked down the speed of her board and decended from the heavens in a rush plopping down on the outskirts of the small village. The powdery snow kicked up around her and she made her board compact itself and slung it onto her back like a backpack. Drawing her blade she ran forward to the sound and light. The people, all round faced, tan skinned and dressed in the skins of animals taking on the look of an ancient race, jumped at the small girl who jumped out of the shadows through their spells to protect against evil and waved a blade the same size as her around franticly.
“People of Ut! I GM am here, I heard your distress call and came to save you from whatever ails you!” Her face blossomed into her greatest dazzling smile that was accentuated by the multi-hued flames.
A round woman suddenly slapped GM across the back of her head and growled “By the gods you empty headed girl, you scared the life out of us! What were you thinking?”
Gm felt red blossom into her cheeks and began chewing on her fingernails, one of her nervous habits. “I, well I came to help and….”
“You? Help? Look out there, look at that thing!” said the woman with no heart, she had already resigned herself to their fate.
GM followed her finger to the creature slinking around in the shadows. She grinned again. “Aw, him? He isn’t too bad! At least he isn’t covered in slime this time that was nasty.”
As she spoke suddenly glowing green liquid starting spurting out of the creature leaving a flourecent glow in a trail behind it. It be making laughing sounds that sound like babies laughing and old people dying, GM wasted no time and charged in at the thing.
“Don’t worry guys I got this one.”
Creeping fast the creature suddenly spun and rushed towards GM as soon as she passed through the protective barrier. The girl tightened both hands on her weapon and leapt at the thing’s unspeakable face. With a savage swing she tried bringing it down on it’s damned head but it quickly feinted, lowering it’s face to where she landed on it’s millipede like back, the slime oozing out between it’s shoulder blades lubed up her back and she slid all the way down the bony plates off it’s back end. She cursed and jumped up, shaking the glowing liquid off her body in disgust, she couldn’t help but stick her tongue out at the demon.
“You big jerk! Your so nasty!”
He Who Will Not Die heaved his ever elongating body around and lashed out with the side of his body connecting with GM’s tiny frame, the impact lifted her off her feet and flung her back towards the village where she collided with a shed out back of one of the houses. To her luck it was rotted and gave way under her force softening the blow. She almost dropped her blade but was determined to kill this creature.
She summoned the force of her psionic ability to teleport her from out of the rubble and flung herself back at the creature screaming. Her blade collided with it’s midsection only to clang off harmlessly. She rolled in the snow as she hit the ground and caught herself on all fours, frowning.
“Why are you so difficult today?”
A giant mouth suddenly opened down along the side of the things head and a bifurcated tounge lashed out at GM, stretching several feet to reach her. She knocked it aside with her sword and shook her head. “Come on now, lets get serious!”
The village people stood watching the fight scratching their heads, they were all rather sure that this beautiful little girl was about to get herself killed all in front of them. Some shouted and jeered, others watched in solemn silence. This really was their last chance before they would make the decision to awaken He Who Devours The Shore, and so far though acrobatic the battle was not looking too good. The girl was going to wear herself out before she could manage to kill this thing. Then even if she did kill it, it would simply smile and come back. Nevertheless some of the younger boys found themselves enthralled with watching the way GM moved.
Rushing forward again, GM leaped to bring her sword down on the creature, it snatched her out of the air with an arm that sprouted out of it’s chest and threw her back the way she came, she hit the ground hard on her back, her skull whipped around and struck the ice. He who would not die scuttled towards her, she swung her sword wildly, fearing that this would be the end The creature stopped over her, opening a gaping maw with big square teeth the size of her head, grotesquely disproportionate to the rest of it’s body, it seemed impossible that such big teeth would fit. It reared up like a snake and hung it’s face over her prostrate form. She kept swinging her sword at the creature until it grabbed the blade of her weapon in one of it’s massive hands. Then it shrieked at her, the louded scream she had ever heard. A chorus of male lions and jet engines. Her own scream was drowned out under the furious vibrations that sent snow flying out in all directions over the ice.
“I DO NOT DIE!”
The horrible aberration guided her blade into one of the open spaces in it’s armor on it’s neck and slid down until her blade was stuck in him to the hilt. The creature began vomiting blood into GM’s open screaming mouth and suddenly the thick heavy face fell onto her, a decapitated twitching horror. She flung the head off of her and took out her board and replaced her sword. She grabbed onto a random squirming appendage on the creature’s head and tore off into the skies dragging the bleeding, oozing, and screaming thing with her. She rocketed upward and outward off to anywhere away from the village. That battle was close and her enemy could regenerate any second. If she was to die she would make sure that the village people would be safe. She found herself suddenly high enough to where the thinness of the air was making her lightheaded, she flew into some clouds and her helmet came up supplying her with fresh oxygen. Her face was burning from the coagulated creature blood. Rising higher and higher she felt the head starting to grow heavier and she knew that her best buddy was suddenly back in the fight. She didn’t know where she was, how far away she was or anything, but she dropped the creature and watched him plummet towards the clouds below. He Who Will Not Die struggled for a bit with himself, suddenly countless wings shot out all over it’s body and it’s decent ceased.
A pathway appeared on GM’s visor, a path back to the Icosahedron, she immediately began flying towards it at top speed. Her enemy focused all of it’s energy on suddenly propelling itself towards her, even though she was going speeds thought far beyond the physical capabilities of most creatures, the demon was hot on her trail.
She did not know how long she was chased, fueled by fear and disgust and pain she retreated towards home base, screaming distress calls into her phone attachment the entire time. The creature was known for being stubborn, but it was getting to be ridiculous when suddenly a beam of red light tore a giant hole through the clouds in a massive displacement of energy and when He Who Will Not Die was there for one second, then next he was not. One of the two massive lasers that were part of the security system of the Icosohedron of Order. This wasn’t the first time that they had used the laser to completely obliterate the creature’s physical body and scatter it all across the stratosphere, he still manages to come back after a while, but it keeps him at bay.
Gm cruised down to one of the docking bays and loaded up onto the Icosahedron. She made her way wearily to her quarters. Every hallway in the Icosohedron was a homage to sacred geometry, perfect shapes and symmetry creating beautiful patterns all throughout the ship in a labyrinth that creates it’s own gravity fields. You were not necessarily aligned with the face of the earth, and sometimes could be upside down without even knowing it. The faces of the other members of Order went by her in a blur. She came to her quarters and locked the door. She shed all of her clothes and rushed to the dodecahedral bathroom. Tears maneuvered down her blood crusted face. She ran hands over the countless bruises on her small body. She started the shower and crawled in. She was only standing for a second before her legs gave way and she began sobbing uncontrollably, the water running down her quaking frame. Today had been as close as she had ever been to death, if He Who Will Not Die hadn’t decided to kill himself for whatever unfathomable reason she would have died then and there. He could have popped her head off and sucked her carcass dry. She cursed herself for being so small, for being so weak. All she ever had going for her was her looks, and she was too young to use that to any gain, it had gotten her nothing. How could she be worth anything to Order if she failed so miserably against even the simplest of enemies? She felt the uncontrollable wails subside and then set to systematically washing her face. The water turned red and spiraled down the drain at her feet. Jumping out she dried off quickly and threw on her big pink fluffy robe, grabbed her blood drenched and green ooze covered suit and placed it into the cleaning module. Under her bed she found her sword maintenance kit and began removing all the gunk from out of it’s mechanical bits that had wedged in between the un-fused parts. These things were her only real possessions, and she had to take care of them. The only one that remained undamaged was her flyboard, and even that had some risk in it from when she smashed into the shed. She decided it could wait and folded her bed down from the wall then crashed on it. The adrenaline and fear she had been feeling had drained her of all of her energy, then the sobbing drove the final nail into the coffin. She needed her sleep, or she would loose her mind. Plush cloud-like quality enveloped her sore body and without even dragging the covers over her she felt herself whisked away by fitful sleep.
Second post
“Sacrifice!”
With a wail and a swing of his beautiful face Aedan dazzled the crowd with a soul wrenching grin. He ran his hands up his exposed chest and tweaked one of his nipples that sat dark and round on his taught breasts. Blood seeped from his full ruby lips with a moan, the utter force of universal energy sent shuttering wave after wave through his body, rippling with more power every time a villager’s spear jabbed into his force field. Such weak, darling creatures were these men and women who crowded around him. All trying to stop him from devouring their leader. The fear and awe in their eyes just made him that much more excited, he drew a blade of pure energy into his hand and cut a nice long gash across his chest, hot blood trickled down between his breasts and into his navel as words of unholy forgotten power raced through his head. The universe bent to his will, for it was but a toy to him. Aedan Haerviu, the Goat-god.
Before him was a wide expanse of stone and plastic walls that made the mockery of feudal Japanese architecture. This was the town hall of Ohrdket, a small village that clutched fearfully onto the sky tearing cliffs of the Shores of Ashren. Upon the swirling metal altar that was their tribute to He Who Sleeps Beneath The Ice was Godo Fen, the mayor of town, elected by the people, to serve the people. And before their eyes his body was slowly being torn apart by invisible forces, turning into dust and being absorbed by the floating transgender abomination.
“There can be no masters! Every man fends for themselves!” cried Aedan with a coughing fit of blood and curses in dead languages.
“How can you call yourself a servant of order, if you are a man of anarchy?!” shouted Godo Fen, who proved to have massive amounts of resolve considering the untold amounts of agony raping his flesh and mind.
Aedan smiled and rested his head on his slender hands. “Oh, ye poor fool. One can accept that the universe is governed by the laws of physics while still accepting that man need no laws to govern himself. He is a man of the universe, he is only certain of that which can be proven by science and logic. I can do whatever I wish with that information.”
“But that doesn’t make any sense! Why wouldn’t man govern himself if it makes for a kinder existence?” snorted Godo as his nose quickly melted off his face.
“Kind? What kindness is there for a war torn body such as mine? I know not what I am, and for that there is no law. There is no law giving me a kind life, I fight for it. If happiness means I must devour, then so be it. Having weak, overgrown placental garbage try to paint my world pretty colors with fancy laws is not to my liking. We should be driven by emotion, instinct, not s**t laws shoved down our throats. The universe is not the same discussion as politics. Now, fill my flesh with your essence.”
With a wave of Aedan’s hand the man simply ceased being and the transgender god-being shrieked and giggled and rolled around in his spherical haven. His wounds sealed suddenly with the influx of spiritual residue. The old man was weak, but enough to sate the hunger of the Goat-God for now.
He heard the rambling forces suddenly intensify with the fury of a wasps nest hit with a stick. They prodded and prodded and more and more he felt his shield breaking under the abuse. He sighed and assumed the lotus position. A few minutes later he was within another force field only suspended thirty feet in the air. The people went and retrieved their bows, just as Aedan was hoping, and the poor little devils decided to shoot at him. With their fury they were not exactly thinking properly and as they shot at him the arrows came back down quite suddenly back into the swarm, this didn’t kill anyone, but several of the men, women, and children had arrows protruding from their bodies as they were dragged out of the anarchy. Aedan chuckled and lied down in his bubble, just waiting for things to really get out of control. One of the parents of an injured child struck out at one of the archers and this created a true explosion of anarchy. Every man for himself . It was a beautiful sight that Aedan wished he was a part of, sadly his emaciated, frail, feminine form would be torn to shreds by the villagers, who now decided to bring out the big guns, which in this case were actual guns as some of the residents of Ohrdket were from the age where guns were around. Blood began to spill and the Goat-God began to wonder if the creature that these cute little buggers worshipped could taste their souls as they descended beneath the ice. What a sight it would be to see the vile creature awaken, supposedly entirely without form, He Who Sleeps Beneath The Ice was a horror among horrors. It was said that when he dreams entire civilizations back in the real universe are wiped out. Such a delicious thought, the writhing demon of the sea. Maybe such a creeping horror would be a good way to tame the whore inside the perfect Goat-God. Aedan could only dream and hope.
He watched with a nasty grin as one of the villiagers made their way to the control tower, a concrete block that went up a hundred feet. Most assuredly sending out a cry for the help of the savage bastards of chaos. Who as far as Aedan could tell would just add to the problem as much as fix it. And Aedan himself would just have to prance his way home before they stabbed him to death and used his pelt for a rug. He admitted to himself that his supple soft flesh probably felt great underfoot, but he wished to use his skin for keeping his organs inside. Besides, he would hardly be half as gorgeous without eyelids and his luxurious hair.
He licked his lips and leaned back deciding that today would be quite entertaining, so long as he lived to see tomorrow. Rain began pelting the outside of his invisible orb running down in streams. More and more was he surprised at simply how amazing he was, and closed his eyes trying to picture how beautiful it would look to see the waterfall dripping from beneath the orb. Below as the weak minded swarms killed one another, the Goat-God came across a little tidbit of enlightenment that made him shiver with excitement.
There is no greater meditation, then death.
Now, the beauty of this unnamed roleplay, was the randomly generated characters, I think that the guide for the generation of the characters was accidentally deleted when we were moving stuff around.... buuuut the generation room is still there, so we could still peice it together. Litterally everything was randomly generated, gender, size, attractiveness, fighting style(which then went to different catagories of magic, Intelect, or melee, then even more diverse subcatagories....) but it made for a very interesting roleplay.... I never thought i would be playing a 13 year old girl haha.....
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 2:10 pm
SMOKE AND SHADOWSAre you looking for a vacation that is exciting? How about something where you can witness the very foundation of the country at work? Welcome to New Rosenburg! A bustling city with more sights, sounds, tastes and adventures than you could experience in an entire lifetime. View the astounding skyscrapers where good men and women work night and day keeping the world running. The highest population and highest grossing city that all the others in this golden age. See wonderful works of art, from paint galleries to full blown musical extravaganzas. Experience the multicultural diversity of the Lotus Quarter. Become astounded by the architectural masterpieces that sprawl across Downtown, and while you are there visit the headquarters of the L.M.S. Corporation. Take a slice of the high life when you visit Konig Island, you may even have the chance of meeting a celebrity there! Yes, come on down to New Rosenburg, There is nothing greater than this big silver staple of this wonderful country. Sadly, ladies and gentlemen. This tale is not bright and shining. It is not the golden glory of success and happy thoughts. Quite the opposite. Despite what the propaganda would have you believe, the world was not quite so colorful. The world itself was gray. The streets of New Rosenburg were riddled with pickpockets and thugs. The “Multicultural” Lotus quarter was a cesspool of prostitution and drugs. Everyone was corrupted to some degree, serving some organization or the other. No matter how high you were in social standing, no matter how much money you had, there was always cold hard deceit and betrayal. Your business partners would serve you your own heart on a golden platter if they got the chance, then steal the golden platter back after you finally gave up. Now, this was to be expected of any metropolis. But there was something about New Rosenburg that made it even worse. Do not be mistaken that there was no such thing as goodness in all of the city's countless citizens. There were those who fought valiantly for good, and in the end succeeded a lot more than was believed possible. But the odds that stacked up against them were numerous, some even otherworldly. It came to pass that what occurred in the big N.R. Was not easy to explain at all. But those who lived through the ordeal were adamant about their stories. However insane they sounded. It seemed things got pretty bad for a while, like the great depression was a cakewalk in comparison. But somehow the people made it out alright. This story is about the people that finally said no. The men and women who stood against the corruption, against the evils of this world, and by some accounts even the evils of the next world. Good people, though, not all of them started out being good, many actually being quite the opposite. But after all the trials, they began to change face, as if a veil was removed from before their eyes, and they realized how important it was to stand for good. This is a tale of businessmen, detectives, reporters, blue collar folk and all walks of life. The prowess of the people in the strange history of New Rosenburg may surprise you, may even call them ‘superhuman’. Come in, and be amazed, at the savagery, the primordial horror, as the entire world seems to be pitched into the abyss, and watch as man, not only tries to simply survive, but defend the very purpose of life. Welcome to New Rosenburg, the last story you will ever need to hear.[/size
Okay, first. This is a Pulp Tale. For those of you unfamiliar with pulp stories, here is a quick explanation. In the early 20th century, there were cheap literary magazines that printed short stories that grew quite popular. These tales were larger than life, and featured heroic characters. These characters were the precursors to the superhero craze that was to follow. The pulp genre is wide from detective noir, to sword and sorcery like Conan the Barbarian, to shocking and utter horror like the Cthulhu mythos of H.P. Lovecraft. Though no experience with said literature is required to join, understand from the viewpoint of a fan, that these stories were masterfully written, leapt off the page with nonstop action and suspense. They were dark, gritty, and intense. Do not join thinking to make something happy. These were written before there was any notion of political correctness. There was blood, violence, anything the mind could conjure from it’s darkest depths.
I do recommend you do a little research on the pulp style in order to get a good feel for it.
The City.
The city is modeled after New York, if you could not guess. Sadly, I personally have never been to new york, and therefore do not want to even attempt to describe it. So, New Rosenburg is a smorgasbord of ideas on what a big city should be. Everything about it is made up, but still, we need to try and get the city feel. Traffic, smog, crowds. The like.
New Rosenburg(subject to change)
Nickname: Immortalitas Et Aeternitas Civitate
Population: Approximately 8 Million
Districts:
Downtown- This is the business district. Quite straightforward, this is where there are all the shops, and all the skyscrapers where businesses are run. It is a nice district, and is a very touristy place.
Konig Island- This is where the rich people live. Very very rich people.
Birchland- This is the middleclass place.
Lotus Quarter- This is the most dangerous part of town. People from all around the world live here, and most that do are poor, and are not afraid to commit crimes to get ahead.
This story takes place in a world much like the time in the united states in the 30s,40,s and maybe even the 50s. Not directly, and sometimes there is technology that does not belong in that time. But the general rule is to live in those times. Some people are discriminated against and in general the world is different than it is today. If you are of higher class, it is not unsual to drink on the job. Pretty much everyone smokes, and are even allowed to smoke inside hospitals. Money is a worth a lot more. The minimum wage law first started in the 1930s and it started at only 25 cents if that puts it in perspective. So, check out some information on this. ---Something is affecting reality. Though it is hardly noticeable in the beginning, though will feel more so later on. There will be disorientation, the city will shift with no notice, suddenly even in areas you have known your entire life you will get lost. Things will seem farther away, or closer than they used to. Street signs that were not there before will start appearing. Things will be mixing up, through time and space strange things will be happening. Areas of the city will change into jungle, filled with savage beasts and cannibal tribes, then they will suddenly change back. People that are weak willed will change into entirely different people. Hills will grow and raise the city up high, other areas will lower. There will be strange beasts that seem to come out of nowhere.
---Someone has been robbing banks. And it is not the normal people. The crime syndicates own their own banks, and do not make the mistake of robbing themselves. Now, money has been disappearing undetected from these banks, as well as other random ones around the city. Who is so successfully committing these crimes is still unknown, but there is much money to be made for whoever solves it.
---An antiques dealer has been murdered. For apparently no reason. The police have decided that it was just a random crime, but the man’s family are not satisfied with that verdict. It seems that a shipment that was to arrive at the shop either never came, or was stolen as soon as it arrived. The dealer was horribly mutilated, and it is widely felt that justice needs to be dealt.
---Another murder has taken place, but this one is highly under wraps. Victor Mcgross, who was a council member of the L.M.S. Organization was found murdered after disappearing for some time. Some people suspect that it was internal affairs with the business, that someone ended Victor’s life with the idea of gaining power. The law wont go near it, as they have been bribed to stay away.
---There is a war going on. A war that is encompassing the entire world. As it currently stands, our country is only mildly involved, but in the near future, something may occur that sends us all head on into war!
More to come….. Profiles  Organizations.
The L.M.S. Corporation.
Founded long ago, what started as a simple railroad company, back when railroads were a new splendor. The Light of the Morning Star Corporation grew to extreme heights. Now it is the most powerful company in the entire world. Owning television and radio stations, as well as countless kinds of products including vacuum cleaners and cars. Their headquarters are in the Adversarius Building of Downtown New Rosenburg. In this tale, there are two characters from the L.M.S. organization.
The Face. The C.E.O. This is the serves that serves in all the political matters. They do all the talking and smooth over matters with the public and opposition. Strong, charismatic, beautiful. This character must never show a sign of doubt.
The mind. The C.S.O. (Chief Strategy Officer) though beneath the C.E.O. This man is the mind behind the entire operation. The C.E.O. is not dumb, but the C.S.O. is by far more farsighted. The C.S.O. is the one who really makes all the decisions, and must be very very wise.
Though these two characters are the masterminds and decision makers behind the L.M.S. Corp. they are not the owners. There are actually forces above the both of them, there is a council of members, who generally stay out of the public but if the C.E.O. does anything they don’t agree with, they will come forth. Then there is Mr. Drake. He is the actual owner of the Corporation, but he is old and rarely ever leaves his estates.
The New Rosenburg Beacon.
One of the oldest newspaper company in the entire country. They fight for idea of truth, never wanting to lie to their subscribers, despite the complications truth brings about. Well over three fourths of the citizens of New Rosenburg subscribe. Plus countless people on the outskirts of the city, even so far as out of state.
The Reporters. This tale involves a couple reporters, these people go out to get the story or die trying. Throwing caution to the wind they are out to get the scoop. Wanting to be the first to get the story out, and therefore getting the most cash. Very interesting characters.
The Private detectives. These are the men that go about solving peoples issues where the law fails, or refuses to go. The private detective will get to choose the name of his company, as he will be entirely in charge of it. Congrats.
The Private Eye. The man with the nerves of steel who goes into dangerous situations all for the promise of money. A master at solving crime, and seeing connections in what most people would ignore.
P.E.’s Assistant. Though they are secondary in the company, they are not any less necessary. They are the second oppinion, they have their own set of skills, and are invaluable to the Private Eye.
The Blue collars. The blue collars are the backbone of the country, the hardworkers. The unseen heroes. If you are playing a blue collar, you can be anything from someone’s secretary, to a draftsman, to a security guard. Really open, but usually rather poor.
The Gentlemen.
The Gentlemen are the largest crime syndicate of New Rosenburg. The entirety of their origins is unknown, but they run much of the city behind the scenes. They own the drug trade, the sex trade, they own several banks, run protection rackets and gambling.
The Boss. This man is the leader of the crime organization. He is cunning, knows how to commit grand acts of crime without getting caught. Not a man to mess around with.
The Caporegime. This person is the muscle of the organization. They are not a mastermind, but are a force to be reckoned with. The Boss comes up with the ideas, the Capo makes sure they are done properly.
The Scholars. They are not really an organization so much as individuals who hang out around New Rosenburg University and Libraries and such. They are not a tight knit group but do come together often at the library for intellectual discussion. Character Creation Assistance.
Okay. Now, as it is said in the Encyclopedia section. This is a Pulp Magazine based roleplay. We, are taking the part of the heroes of this tragic tale. This means that we will be pulp heroes. Go to the Pulp Magazine article on Wikipedia and you will find a myriad of examples, like Tarzan, Conan the Barbarian, John Carter of Mars, The Shadow, Doc Savage. The characters we will be playing will be pretty much superhuman. But at the same time not. We do not have superpowers. We can not fly, nor blow peoples heads up with our minds. There can be subtle things, like forms of empathy, but for the most part the Super part is kind of mild from the present perspective.
By superhuman, I mean who we are playing as will be the crème de la crème of the human race. When they are good at something, they are VERY good. Like Conan is good at killing anything that stands in his way. You can be super smart, you can be strong, you can be fast, you can be resourceful. There are many ways to go about it. Just don't over do it. We are not playing gods here. Make the character human.
By human, I mean every human has flaws, Conan the Barbarian, the strong sword wielder was actually pretty smart, though the movie with Arnold in it kinda smashed that image. Even though he was smart though, there were concepts that he casts aside, didn't care about, or just plain ignored. In one tale there was a series of mirrors that allowed a wizard to see into his chambers. Even as the wizard explained how it worked, Conan cast it off as witchcraft. Another Tale, Conan is a sole survivor after a battle in the northern frozen wastes. Well, a woman appears and pretty much says that he can have her if he can catch her. Despite better judgement the Barbarian chases her even farther into the frozen wasteland, and as a result very nearly dies.
Now, this story is set in near modern times, so a giant sword wielding loincloth clad barbarian is not exactly a fitting character. Nevertheless interesting characters can be created if you have the integrity to make the attempt. You want someone who can shoot well, maybe you have someone who fought in the Great War. Or, if that is not fitting for you, maybe you have a character who goes on safari expeditions hunting wild animals in the savage lands. For everything your character excels at, there must be a good reason. And there always must be a flaw.
This roleplay can only successfully pull off the proper mood, if there is constantly a chance that your character might die. It has to be exciting. So don't overdo it. First Post Horace ‘Ace’ Ramses took another sip of his scotch, the burn rolled lazily down his throat as he swallowed leaving behind but memories of a complex flavor. It was good, expensive and he had been waiting to try it for a long time. He always needed something good to drink before he dealt with political matters. A warm calming of nerves. He was not a nervous man by nature, quite the opposite. He accepted things as they came and usually dealt even with the most dire situations with grace. Nevertheless anything to assist the situation he would be sure to exploit. This was a minor affair, he wasn’t even sure if it really was something worthy of his direct attention. He did like to deal with people directly, but he also knew that people gave a certain level of respect to men that were hard to get next to. He was definitely a hard man to get next to. He ran his tongue along his teeth. His guest would be entering his office momentarily.
The walls were lined with bookshelves of dark lacquered wood. Extensive information from everything of law, to physics, to philosophy, to fiction. Ace always thought the best way to get a point across was through stories. When you could relate to the characters, see their plight, then of course better see the moral. The lesson would be easily learned. Though, if the lesson was not learned through speech, Ace did not frown upon using a blade to get the point across. All in all he had come to the understanding that the world was savage, survival of the fittest were the wisest words he had ever heard uttered by man. So long as he was always a step ahead of his opposition, he would continue living in luxury. He had risen far above his lot in life. Even though one day he knew he would fall, that eventually the alpha male grows too old and the young beat him into submission, he knew that his life would be worth it. He would be remembered by those he encountered. He was already satisfied with all that he had accomplished. He took another sip of scotch when the sound of footsteps filled his ears. He reached to the cigar box sitting on his desk and opened it as the door opened.
Through the door came a sniveling bundle of cowardice named Robbie the Twitch. The man was older than Ace in years, but eons behind in intellect. He earned his nickname Twitch from some nervous tick that was believed to have developed from his epilepsy. He was constantly fidgeting with things and tended to stutter uncontrollably. The man spilled into the room, his wide-set mismatched eyes glancing around furtively until they finally fell upon Ace himself. There was a moment of recognition and fear but the man was lacking in any sort of logic and the ordered emotion was quickly swept up in his mania. The man was shoddily clad and dirty. He had been in hiding for quite a while and it had taken Ace’s boys well over a week to find him. If he was feeling any fear it was covered by his hands that were constantly wandering over his body, as if trying to sweep off bugs that were not there. Though Ace did not doubt the man had fleas. The man kept looking around the room, not wanting to actually look at Ace.
“W-what do you want boss?” He managed to sputter out through chattering teeth.
“Would you fancy a cigar?” Asked Ace, his deep voice slow, measured, and monotone. Ace himself was not a fan of smoking, he felt that having something in his mouth while talking took away from what was being said. So he avoided the urge. The man before him looked at the cigar box for a moment, Ace could practically see the cogs turning in his broken mind. Then the Twitch shook his head.
“Then where is it Robbie?” Asked Ace.
Robbie knew better than to waste the Boss’s time. It took him a second to register the unexpected question before he reached into his torn tweed jacket and pulled out the package, then set it down on the desk. Ace waited for the man to take a step back before picking up the bag. He glared at the man before him then opened the bag eyeing the offwhite powder. He looked back up at the man as he closed the bag back up then took another drink. He merely stared at the man as he twitched. The poor disheveled b*****d was completely out of his mind. Ace wouldn’t be surprised if the next time he had a seizure he died. But that was not the matter at hand.
“It is light Robbie. Have you been using this?” Asked Ace.
The man’s eyes widened and rolled around in their sockets like a spooked horse. He bit his lips, turning them white before he nodded wildly.
“You have been using your own product?” Asked Ace.
The man winced and nodded again.
“You have been using the product, that I supplied you with, that I expressly told you not to use. You have used my product without paying. Do you realize that that is stealing from me Robbie?” Asked Ace.
The Twitch’s mouth dropped open revealing cavity ridden teeth, black and jagged. His mind raced to try to think of something to say. His hands shot to his head and his fingers ran through his oily mane of golden locks. Then finally the words vomited forward like a case of bad fish.
“You don’t understand boss. You have never done the stuff. You don’t know what it’s like to get the hunger. You don’t understand the feeling when it enters your veins. Ice cold then everything’s good. Even for me, I get to forget all the bad stuff for a while. But when you do it enough you can’t stop there is that gnawing feeling at the back of you. That feeling that you just need one more, then you can be done, because you know it’s not good for you. But it just feels so right. You cannot possibly imagine the pain. You have never done it. It’s not my fault I am so weak. I’m sorry boss, I tried to do my best, but I couldn’t do it. Please please please forgive me!”
Ace rose from his seat, placing his glass onto the coaster then walked around the desk. Robbie shied away, but then looked up to the taller man. There was a flurry of fluid movements and suddenly there was a long thin blade in Ace’s hand. Robbie tried to scream when Ace’s powerful hand snaked forward and clenched his mouth shut. Contrary to Robbie’s expectations he then found his boss putting the switchblade into his hand. He then stepped back. Robbie’s wild eyes rolled down to his hand and his face suddenly became fearful as he saw the weapon he was holding. He looked up to the boss questioningly.
“You took my product, and mixed it with your blood Robbie. I know you don’t have the money to pay for the amount you used, so I want it back.”
Robbie gasped when he watched Ace make the motion of drawing his finger across his wrist. The addict man stuttered and spit for a good twenty seconds then gulped down a mouthful of saliva. His teeth chattered as he glanced back at the knife again. Ace could see he was fighting the urge to cry.
“You can’t possibly mean that boss.” said Robbie.
With an arching swing Ace’s fist met the man’s cheek. Robbie sprawled onto the floor, blood streaming from a freshly evacuated tooth socket and down his face. He was about to shout at the Boss until he looked at the man’s cold stare. There was nothing there. No emotion. For the first time in years Robbie felt his body stop moving entirely, this would be a feeling of accomplishment if he wasn’t scared enough that he thought he might piss himself.
“Don’t ever assume that I will joke with you. You scream and cry and beg for forgiveness. You are a worm Robbie. It is your fault. Everything that has ever gone wrong in your life is your fault. You made the bad decisions. I came up from nothing, fighting all odds against me, and you tell me that you can’t stay the ******** away from a needle despite how much wealth was guaranteed to you? I am not playing a game with you, b*****d. You will give me back what is mine. Do not make me take it from you.”
He pointed to the carpet on the floor. It was then that the Twitch noticed that it was not the fine Venetian Rug that usually lay there. Ace smiled and nodded.
“I put this there to soak up the mess. There is plastic sown on the bottom, so you don’t have to worry about messing up my office” Said Ace.
Robbie shook his head. “You don’t get it sir! You try the stuff! Give yourself week on it and you will understand!”
Ace frowned. “Prove that I am not weak like you? Fine. I will do what you cannot.”
Ace was a man that didn’t back down to a challenge against him. He was growing more and more positive that Robbie would not be around to witness his defeat, but it was more of a personal battle. Ace had always steered clear of drugs. Not so much out of morals, but more because he had no reason to do them. He always had seen them as a poison to make life more bearable. He didn’t need his life to be more bearable. His life was enjoyable. Now, it was a challenge, an experience. He made his way over to the desk and opened a drawer, inside was a spoon, a lighter, a blotter of acid, a blotter of water, and a syringe. He had predicted that it would come to this, though would have rather preferred it didn’t. The choice was to either prepare ahead or end up having to borrow Robbie’s dirty tools. So Ace decided it would be in his best interest to get his own equipment.
He removed the tools, put some of the heroin from the bag onto the spoon, added the acid to assist in the breaking down of the chemical, then added the water. He lit a flame beneath the spoon and watched as the different ingredients become one. He draws the liquid into the needle and pushes the air out of it. He glances at the bloody sniveling man on the floor as he waited for the liquid to cool, not wanting to boil his veins. He motioned for Robbie to take off his belt, and the man obliged, then tossed it to Ace. Ace took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack in the corner. Then unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off revealing his body, which was corded with heavy muscles. He wrapped the belt around his arm and tightened it. He grabbed the needle which was now cool enough and found his vein, he slid the needle in and drew up some blood, then undid the belt around his arm. The junkie didn’t lie when he said it was ice. The temperature difference between the drug and his blood was enough to make it hurt. He opened and closed his hand to help regulate the blood flow after he emptied the syringe into himself. He turned to the man still lying on the floor, then raised his arms up and shrugged.
“We will see if I am at your level Robbie. But this doesn’t negate what you have done. I could be hungry, but if I cannibalize a man’s daughter I am sure he will still want me put In jail, or just take me out back and shoot me. I am not asking you to kill yourself. I am asking you to bleed for your crimes.”
The addict rose and wiped a sleeve across his face, then realized all the blood that was covering his face and gasped. He waved his hands wildly in the air and pointed to the blood on his sleeve with the switchblade.
“I am bleeding! You already are getting your payment!” shouted Robbie in a hoarse voice.
Ace shook his head and chuckled. “I took that from you, you have to pay me. You have to pay with your flesh Robbie. Cut yourself.”
In an unexpected rush the addict charged his boss. The man tried to put the switchblade in between Ace’s ribs, but Ace was faster, he was adept at combat, and his hand grabbed the smaller man’s wrist and twisted. With a shriek Robbie let go of the knife and Ace backhanded him across his already wounded cheek. Ace took his bowie knife out with his free hand and drove it towards the man. Robbie tried to block it, but his hand merely got in the way of the blade. The sharp steel slid through flesh and bone, and pinned Robbie’s hand to his midsection, then Ace drug the blade downward , cutting off two of Robbie’s fingers and running the blade along his pelvic bone. The shriek that tore out of the man’s mouth was deafening. His hand swept backwards in an arc flinging blood all across Ace’s bookshelves. This of course infuriated Ace, as he was doing his best not to stain his possessions with junkie blood. In a furious movement he punched the gaping gash in Robbie’s stomach and his fist went inside, he grabbed the first fleshy sack he felt and tore it out. The shock of what was happening sent Robbie into a seizure and his legs gave out as he fell to the ground convulsing wildly, blood and spit foaming out of his mouth. Ace started bashing his face in with already bloody fists until the flesh on the man’s face was loose on the man’s skull and he finally died.
Ace stood up breathing heavily. He looked around the room, cursing under his breath, hoping that nothing was going to be unclean able. Luckily most of his books were leather-bound and dark, and blood could easily be mistaken for any other kind of stain. The ones that were not though, he would have to replace. He spat on the corpse and wiped his hands off on the carpet, which didn’t work as well as he had planned. So he went over to the door and turned the knob with the less bloody of his two hands. He looked to his man standing at the end of the hallway.
“Get the cleaning supplies, there is a mess that needs to be taken care of.” he said. Then man seeing the blood on his hands immediately ran off to find the cleaning stuff.
It was then that Ace noticed the euphoria. He looked around the room again, and realized that everything seemed ethereal. He felt a grin grow on his face as he thought of the triviality of what just occurred. Nobody but him would know exactly what happened in that room just now. His head felt like it was floating, he was above the world. He barely even noticed as his men rushed in and started cleaning and asking him if he was okay. He felt his mind wandering to distant places, and all he had was the desire to lie down. He couldn’t do that though, so after his men finished cleaning, and he cleaned himself and redressed, he settled for his chair and his scotch. But he quickly became all to aware of the glass itself and it’s transparency, and for some reason he couldn’t take his eyes off it. The vision of it’s clarity sent him into a contemplative, and almost meditative state. He had meditated before when he was a member of the Jade Dragon, but it had been a long time. Now the utter out of body feeling he was experiencing was overwhelming. He didn’t even know what he was thinking about, eventually he was sure that he was really just wondering about what thought was in itself, then his mind was just going through the motions of thought, but in reality thought of nothing. He mustered the ability to take another drink, the taste was extreme, and the burn was less burn, more pleasure. His whole body was tingling with good feelings. He leaned back in the chair and considered where exactly to go from here.
Today, he had to go meet with some of his business partners. People who ran the banks that he owned. It seemed that someone was managing to take his money, completely undetected, at random hours of the day. Stuff will be there one minute, and the suddenly disappear. There are no guns involved, there is not hold ups. It is simply the money disappearing. As far as he could tell, this means that one of the employees was managing to smuggle it out. He was going to have to set up greater security, though he had already though that his security level was good. He was now in a pleasant mood though, and his outlook was bright, he was happy that nobody but the man who made the mistake of crossing him would have to die. Ace threw on his overcoat and hat and left his office. Every step feeling like being pushed by the wind. Sweeping along for what was to come. Nobody noticed that their Boss was high. Not that they would care even if he was. Most of them had their tastes in drugs as well. He made his way down the stairs, his building was a rather large one. Inhabited by his men. He allowed absolutely no illegal items there. Nothing that the feds could use against him if they somehow managed to get a warrant to enter. Though it was unlikely they could anyway, Horace Ramses was a cautious man. His gaze kept wandering to the artwork he kept pinned up on the walls. Most of it he thought was quite plain, not even stuff he personally picked, but today he seemed to focus on more details, and everything about them just seemed wonderful. The junkie was right, the drug did make everything better. But Ace knew better than to think like that. He would not loose this challenge, he would use the stuff leisurely for a while, then quit. He would be successful in it. No matter how good it seemed to be. It didn’t want to end up like dead Robbie, who was currently rolled up in a rug and being delivered to one of several disposal sites.
Ace left the building and looked up and down the street, everything was completely normal. More people than he could count wandering around, children playing. This was his city, the sights, the smells, it was a dirty violent jungle of a place, but it was his dirty violent jungle and that was all that mattered. He descended the steps as his car came around the corner up the block. It stopped and he walked to it and opened the door, climbed inside. The vehicle itself was a finely built Cadillac, with modifications to make it sturdier, and bulletproof. With all the times he had killed men by walking up to them when they were climbing into their car and shooting them in the face through the window, Ace didn’t want to take any chances. He told the driver to take him to the Heismann’s Bank over in Birchland. It was time to do business. The car drove off down the street, taking Mr. Ramses with it, feeling on top of the world.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 2:11 pm
Saga Of Peril!!!!
The Saga of Peril
Also known as The EPIC Tale Welcome Ladies and Germs one and all to the most astronomically epic saga, so chock full of amazing adventures and horrific encounters that it will reduce your gallbladder to gelatin that you will not be able to resist eating! With unbelievably imaginable magic and lecherous perverted people with massive amounts of insecurity and desires for intergalactic or even simple self domination. With stolen princeses and gateways to hell itself opening every second the world needs its HEROES! Answer the call!
Throw that hoe down farmer, grab a sword and find yourself a real woman! In this world, there are already enough peasants toiling in the mud and feces, cast aside such meager callings and become an ADVENTURER! Rush on down to the Grand Lobby! Where prime people find the best match based on class compatibility and pay no attention to your shitty connection speed! Then send you out on your everyday epic world saving and or mundane quest that will undoubtedly leave all of existence depending on you! Earn amazing awards like the outstanding cheese grater +2 or the boots of substandard swiftness!
Don’t forget to check for traps kids!
The World we have before you is the beautiful and scenic land of RAINBOWNIA! A seemingly infinite flat plain of existence that is chock full of badassery! From the gigantic capital city of all the land, Capital City! To the sweeping death filled deserts known as Paradise! Most assuredly there will be countless funfilled or deadly adventures to await us all. Hop to it adventurers! The whole universe may or may not be relying on you!The Rules That are EPIC!!!Stats
Str= This Stat determines how well you can hit, and how much damage you can do with melee weapons. Each point in Strength gives +1 to attack and damage rolls.
Dex= This Stat determines how well you can dodge and how well you are able to hit with ranged weapons. Each point in Dexterity raises your Armor by +1 (though the bonus gets lowered with heavy armor) and attack rolls with ranged by +1
Con= This Stat determines how hardy and healthy you are. Each point in Constitution raises your hit points by +1 per level at the first point, +2 at the second per level and so on. It also raises your ability to fight poison and the like by +1
Wis= This Stat determines how much of a punch your magic has and how much mana you have. Each point in Wisdom raises your Mana by +1 per level for the first point, +2 for the second so on, and magic ability by +1
Int= This Stat determines how well you know skills and how well you can hit with magic. Each point in Intelligence will raise your magic attack by +1 raises skill points as will be explained later.
Cha= This Stat determines your conversational skills, how attractive you are, and how well a bard’s skills work. Each point in Charisma will raise your speech by +1, your sexiness by +1 and a bard’s special attack and effectiveness by +1.
Skills
Stealth= This Skill determines how well you can utilize stealth and how well you can detect stealth. Each point in Stealth raises your ability to move silently, hide, listen and spot by +1.
Agility= This Skill determines how well you can move. Each point in agility raises your ability to balance, jump, swim, and climb by +1.
Advanced Weapon Skill= This Skill determines how well you can use a specific kind of weapon (sword, axe, spear, ect.) Each point gives you +1 to damage and attack when using the specific weapon.
Advanced Spell Casting= +This Skill determines how well you can use a specific spell. Each point gives +1 to spell chance and spell effect.
Persuasion= This Skill raises your ability to convince people you are right. Each point in persuasion gives +1 to all speech skills.
Tinkering= This Skill determines how well you can use and identify items. Each point in tinkering gives you +1 to using items (ancient devices, grappling hooks, ect.) and to identifying items (determining if you guess this is a +2 Sword of Flaming Hellfire or a -6 Cursed Blade of Suicide).
Survival= This Skill determines how well you can survive in the wildness. Each point in survival raises your ability to build a camp, hunt, find water, track, and not get lost by +1.
Okay, to begin we are all at lvl zero. We start out all zeros
Everything will be base on 20 sided dice.
So a typical combat scenario would look like this. There is a monster. You decide what you want to do, and figure out what dice you need to roll to determine what all you want to do, then you roll the dice in the Saga Dice Forum, Then, based on if you succeed or not you go and do your roleplaying post based on your successes or failures. Please do not delete posts and re-roll for success rolls, this gets rid of the fun that is chance of failure.
Now, say you are a warrior, you have +15 armor because you are wearing chain mail. You have one point in strength and one point in weapon focus for longsword so your hit chance for your sword are +2.
Your enemy is a small child with armor +6. So you decide you want to do a cartwheel and spin around and slash at the kids throat. So you go to the dice rolling forum, roll a 20 sided to see if you succeed in the cartwheel, it’s difficulty is 15 because you are wearing chain mail. You roll a seventeen, so you successfully cartwheel while giggling like the maniac you are. Then you roll a d20 for the attack. And an d8(longsword damage) to see how much damage you do do if you hit. You roll a result of 5 for the attack. Which normally wouldn’t hit, but because you have +2 from your Strength Stat and Weapon skill, it becomes seven. So you do hit. And for your damage you roll a result of 8, plus two from your stat and skill, this becomes ten. Your enemy only has 2 hit points since you are mercilessly slaughtering a small defenseless child so you successfully kill him, and may be as badass as you want in execution. Like you gracefully cartwheel and kick the child in the face then spin in a circle and swing your blade through it’s throat and it’s head goes flying and a fountain of blade gushes from It’s headless neck. You sadistic b*****d.
Then you get experience points. Which will be determined on how hardcore this battle was. This one was easy, so you only get 2 experience. But in a real battle where you take damage and it takes a while, or there are multiple enemies it could take more.
The first level is only 10 Experience points(xp). Every level beyond is 100xp. But you will earn less and less xp from weak creatures.
When we level up, we get one point to put in stats, each point gives +1 to rolls in that category. and depending on how much intelligence you get, you will get one skill point, with one point in intelligence, you will get an extra every fifth, with 2 you get an extra every fourth, so on, until you are getting 2 every level.
Stats directly effect skills. Example, if you want to go run up the side of the wall, and climb through a window, the difficulty would be 18 say since it is a mildly high window. if you have one in agility, then that gives you plus one, so you only have to roll a seventeen. But then you also have plus one in dex, so now you only have to roll sixteen. Get it?
Different races have different modifiers. Halflings are smaller, faster, and weaker. So their stats change accordingly.
If you fail a check, you don't get to try again. Yes, if you are all just standing there, and someone fails to pick the lock to the only door in the dungeon, then that method of entry no longer works. someone else could try breaking it down, or burning it down. But opening the lock doesn't work.
Different classes start with different hit points.
Barbarian 12
Fighter/paladin 10
Monk/Cleric/Druid 8
Bard/Rouge 6
Sorcerer/Wizard 4
Each time you level up, you will roll the Dice that corresponds with your starting hit points to determine how many you gained per level. Example, a barbarian just leveled up, so he will roll a d12, and he gets a 7, so instead of having 12 hp he now has 19.
If you die, and don't have a healer, then your character gets sent back to the grand lobby. Or the other characters can sacrifice equally amongst them to reach the maximum hit-points for the character and bring them back to life. though a healer would just be wiser.
Armor raise your Armor stat, which starts out at 10. The heavier armor, the more bonus, but less dexterity bonus and less chance of spells working.
Epic Profiling..... Okay, to begin, you need to choose a class. There can only be one of each class.
Barbarian- Savage from outside of society. Usually illiterate. Has high hit points and focuses on high damage rather than personal safety. Starts with the ability Rage which adds +2 to attack and damage but -2 to armor. Barbarians cannot wear super heavy armor, but can wear leather and chain-mail.
Bard- The charismatic champion jack of all trades. They can focus on whatever they want really but are usually just a support class. They start with the ability Inspire which gives all allies in hearing distance +1 to hit chance with all abilities.
Cleric- The grand healer, or the devil worshiper. The cleric is a heavily armored magic user, their magic is unaffected by armor since it comes from the gods themselves. Their ability is either heal which heals 1d6 hitpoints on an ally or pain, which deals 1d6 damage to an enemy. This all depends on what god they worship.
Druid- The nature lover. Who uses magic from the life of nature itself. They cannot wield metal items, only natural ones, and only natural clothing. Their first ability is animal companion, they start out with an animal of their choice that will do their bidding. (most likely a water buffalo.)
Fighter- The main warrior class. Has high hit-points. Can wear heavy armor. Can wield any weapon. It's first special is that it gets +1 skill in weapon-focus each level. (including zero)
Monk- The master of martial arts. is hardy, fast, and powerful. Utilizes wisdom and dexterity as much as anything else to do damage. First ability is that they attack twice if unarmed, and unarmed attacks do 1d6 instead of 1d4.
Paladin-The holy warrior of god. Wears heavy armor and does heavy damage against evil creatures. First ability is that they can heal +1 damage per round to them-self or an ally and do an extra +3 damage to any evil enemy.
Ranger- Master of the woods and ranged attack. (normally of two weapon fighting as well, but the mechanics behind it are difficult so we are not going to go there). First ability is favorite kill, they choose a specific type of creature (human, dragon, ect) and can do an extra +5 damage to that type.)
Rogue- The stealthy master. Hides in the shadows, using poisons and deceit to kill and pickpocket. The first ability is sneak attack. If a rouge can successfully sneak up to an enemy undetected then he can do an extra 1d10 damage. Or if a 19 or 20 is rolled it is an autokill.
Sorcerer- A emotion driven magic user. Utilizing their natural inclination to barrel forth and annihilate enemies. Their first ability is a single spell, and +1 each level to advanced spell casting. (including level zero)
Wizard- An intelligence driven magic user. They scour information to learn arcane and occult knowledge to learn spells. their first ability is two attack spells and one utility spell.Then you choose a race.
Humans- You in real life are human. There is nothing special about you.
Dwarves- Dwarves, the underground dwelling people. They are hardy and strong, but not the best in speed or matters of diplomacy +1 Con and Strength -1 in Dex and Cha
Elves- Beautiful graceful creatures that live a long time but are rather frail. +1 in wisdom and dex, -1 in con (start with one less hp and gain one less per level)
Orcs- Big strong dumb brutes. Ugly to boot. +2 strength Con and Dex. -2 Intellegence Wisdom and Cha.
Gnomes-Small but smart, -2 str +1 Int and Wis.
Halflings- Little people. They may be weak, but they are agile. -2 strength but +2 dex and +2 armor due to their size and speed.Then you fill out your profile. making adjustments based on class and race. Username Name: Class: Race: Bio: Personality: Max HP: (based on class) Max Mana: (if applicable. Magic classes start with 10, recharges with rest and potions) Lvl: Str: Dex: Con: Wis: Int: Cha: Abilites: Weapon sad include damage potential. Example: Longsword 1d8. Or Epic dagger of nerotoxin+3 1d4+3 and +1 damage for 1d4 rounds) Armor: Include type, then total bonus. example is starting with 10 you are an dwarf with -1 dex so now it's 9. but your wearing plate which gives +8 so you are at 17. Items: Anything non-weapon or armor related. Gold: Stealth: Agility: Adv. Weapon: Adv. Spell: Persuasion: Tinkering: Survival: Anything else: First Post: Name: Wimdar Bumkig
Lvl: 0
Class: Wizard
Current hp. example: 4/4
Current Mana. 8/11
Equipment: Flowing Robe, Staff 1d6 -2[str]
Gold: 0
“YOU COCKSUCKER! THIS IS MY HOUSE!”
Furious with puffed out cheeks red as a spanked baby’s bottom Wimdar Bumkig screamed in shrill tones at the naked imp doing cartwheels across his dinner table. How the b*****d got in the gnome had no idea, but he knew damn well how he was going to take care of the little demon. Back when he was in the Order of the Mildly Confused the first test was to create a spell for self defense. He watched as all the other men made flaming swords appear out of thin air. Other’s ******** up and ended up spilling their own intestines onto the cobblestone floor. Other’s still spawned illusions of beautiful naked women, who just so happened to turn bizarrely turn orcish if stared at too long, totally dishing out a severe case of blue balls. Wimdar decided when it came to self defense, he being of such small stature (but not lacking in other places as he was known to say) he had better not ******** around. He was not known for his physical strength, so instead he decided to be direct. This is how Wimdar’s Nutpuncher, a spell most effective, came into being.
“Your in for it now you ugly little beast!” Cried Wimdar!
The Imp stopped it’s gymnastics momentarily with a look of distaste. In a shrieking little voice the imp replied “Me? Ugly? At least that is an inherent trait of my race. You look like you were born out the wrong exit hole buddy!”
The imp stuck his tongue out at the gnome in utter defiance. That was the moment Wimdar finished his incantation. There was a sudden sucking sound them something akin to someone slapping raw beef. Screams of agony arose from the Imp’s tiny fanged mouth and his hand’s shot to his crotch. Howling in sheer agony at the blow to his tiny red manood. Wimdar wasted no time and leaped forward grabbing the devil by the throat. It was time to call in his second spell. This spell was the second thing he had to do at the Order of the Mildly Confused. To create something that could easily be used around the house. Some of the other initiates made spells to clean. Others made spells that would slam the door in unwanted guest’s faces from across the room. And the sly made spells that made invited guests of the opposite sex to accidentally loose their clothing. There were mistakes as she who is now known as Joan the Fleshless found out. Wimdar decided he wanted something to warm his bathwater, his tea, or even a sweet gnomish massage. He failed miserably and instead made a horrendous weapon known as Hot Hands. That was the second misfortune Joan had that day. Luckily the O.M.C were a mildly confused sort and applauded such horrible acts of cruelty and rewarded Wimdar with chocolate covered pixies. Which generally are frowned upon in most social circles.
Wimdar said the incantation and the imp’s blood boiled from within his body. His eyes melted out of his skull and his flesh blackened and cracked. Wimdar cackled a maniacal victory laugh and threw the corpse out the window, where there was a grunt and a grumble. Wimdar made his way over to the window and saw a man outside garbed in the fine regalia of the O.M.C. Long flowing robes, this one in particular in open in the back for he was a part of the Wing of the Severely Delusional, who believed that the gateway to the soul was through their backside, and refused to ever deny it access to the fresh air. The man glared at the smoldering imp that had hit him and fallen to the ground. Then looked at the gnome. He pulled an envelope from his sleeve and passed it through the window. It bore the official seal of the Order. The man squealed like a pig and then did his customary greeting of turning his backside and spanking it thrice.
“Wimdar Bumkig, this is your final compensation from the Order of the Mildly Confused. Your lack of complete confusion, or your complete falling into such deep confusion that it can no longer been seen has, as you already know, been accepted as complete failure to continue being a part of this order. This is the last time we will send anything to you whatsoever, you will never hear from us again. We do not like you, and you smell funny. We demand you give us your flowing robes and sub sequentially commit suicide.”
Wimdar shook his head furiously. “Well the suicide maybe! But I bought these robes myself! ******** you and the whore you rode in on!”
The man dove in halfway through the window and grabbed Wimdar by the robes then yanked the beautiful flowing cloth off of him and tore it out through the window, leaving the gnome screaming in protest and naked. The man spanked himself again the ran off down the road braying like a donkey. Wimdar cursed his bad luck. Then opened the envelope, scratching his thick white beard. The letter inside was for a total compensation of negative five thousand gold. All the debts and damage Wimdar had caused while at the order. Which in their eyes was considered a pitiful amount, and was just another spit in the face that he was hardly confused enough. Though now, standing naked before his open window, he had no idea what to do with himself. An old hag screamed at him to put some clothes on or to come home with her as he was. So he made his way to the dresser where he kept his twenty other pairs of long flowing robes. He put on his beautiful purple ones then went back into the living room. Then he decided to use the third and final spell he knew. Ancient and arcane knowledge he found while scouring the catacombs beneath the Order. Where there was still remnants of the mysterious and nearly forgotten predecessors of the O.M.C. known as the Anarchist Murderer Man-Gods of the Plane of We ******** Your Mother, or something along those lines. A simple spell where a question was answered by completely unknown but probably trustworthy sources. The gnome focused his arcane and occult energies and asked a question often considered far to dangerous to ask of gods and demons, as it was considered too unimportant.
“What should I do today?” Inquired the gnome.
There was an intake of breath, and a slow whisper hissed into his brain “Go to the Grand Lobby. Become an Adventurer.”
This struck the gnome as a little odd, no matter how probably trustworthy the sources were. He never saw himself as the gung-ho adventure type. “Are you sure?” asked the gnome.
“Totally Bro. Then you can get all the gnome bitches.” Hissed the voice.
That was all the convincing Wimdar needed. He grabbed the Dice of Chaos that he had also found in the catacombs and put them into one of his many pockets. Then set off.
The quest to grand lobby was an epic tale involving massive amounts of pipeweed and gnomish midgets, which are just as funny to gnomes as human midgets are to humans. But that is a tale for another time. Instead we will hop to it. Wimdar came to the grand lobby. A gigantic complex of buildings that seemed to dwarf even some of the larger cities of Rainbownia. The lines were as long as the eye could see, but according to the leprechaun run queue board the average wait time was only thirty-seven seconds.
Five hours later Wimdar reached the official registration desk where a severely obese elf with n****e piercing and a bad haircut named Shurly the Young Buck ran through the required information.
“Name?”
“Wimdar Bumkig”
“How do you kill enemies?”
“Magic”
“Where did you acquire said magic?”
“The Order of the Mildly Confused.”
The elf snorted and raised an eyebrow, peering of over the desk at the short gnome. Then shrugged. “So you’re a wizard?”
“I guess so.”
“Well then I would say you are about level zero.” He looked Wimdar up and down again then shook his head. “We do not currently have any matches that fit your… specifications. Would you like to start a new party so we can match people compatible with you?”
Wimdar had absolutely no idea what the fat creature before him was talking about so he simply nodded. The elf smiled a smile with several missing teeth and stamped down on some odd contraption. And handed him a piece of paper that came from it. “This is your character sheet. It is made from illusionary paper so you cannot loose it, and it cannot be destroyed. Go on down to the match room 47 and await your new comrades. Matched perfectly to be as well balanced team as possible at this time. Good luck… Adventurer.”
There was a wee sense of pride that washed over the gnome when he was called Adventurer. It meant quests were ahead of him. And at the probably reliable sources had told him, gnomish bitches. He puffed his chest up with pride until he heard the morbidly obese elf laugh a high pitched squeal at him as he walked away. Speaking in a dialect that Wimdar didn’t understand, it used words like “NOOB” among other things and Wimdar decided it was ultimately the language of douchebaggery. Wimdar was about to say something in response when the chair broke under the elf and a chair leg stabbed into the fat of his a**. Blood gushed out onto the floor as the blubbery creature wailed. Wimdar shrugged and hurried on to find match room 47.
When he finally found it he wandered in. There were basically just five chairs around a table. Nothing at all epic feeling about it and Wimdar was mildly disappointed. He wandered over to the table and pulled out a chair, one facing the door so he could watch whoever would come in. He leaped up into the chair and relaxed. Figuring this was going to take a while.(Stray Also Had a Character for Saga of Peril....)
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 2:12 pm
Hellsquad 69 (title and roleplay a work in progress)S.N.F
Solipsism Nihilism Fatalism
I Am Everything......
Everything is Nothing.......
Nothing is Fate.......
The CosmosI am not going to sugar coat this…. This is Omega, and this is a science fiction story of my caliber of weirdness. I am giving you all infinite opportunities to create masterpieces. For the Cosmos is Infinite, as is the potential of all things.
This Cosmos is Infinite
This Cosmos is Undefinable
Nobody even cares anymore.
Earth is no more, the earth calendar is no more.
The current most used calendar is that of the DreamPriests or the DrugPriests. Following the years of Urupsylon which years are over a thousand times the length of the earth year and it is currently the first aeon, the one hundredth and seventy first eon, the six hundredth and forty fourth millennium, and the fifth hundred and thirtieth year. The DreamPriests have it archived that the current cosmos is fifteen Aeons old.
The idea of the self is forgotten, or embraced above all. Though there are primitive races, most have gone to intergalactic organizations. The greatest is the of We Are. Lead by the DreamPriests. These beings, who can come from any race. They have the greatest understanding of the cosmos, as they do not even need ships to travel. They have learned to unlock the greatest of the mind’s potential. They link themselves with one another, empowering. Becoming a cosmic consciousness. Travelling through space-time. Entering the minds of others. They are the grand masters of the cosmos. There are other superpowers. But all are pretty much considered subordinates of the We Are order.
There are the Heavy Metal Children, all robotic though some do originate from organic life, and they are a massive military order. Their computing potential is over one hundred million times higher than the average unmodified living organism, (aside from the We Are order). They have access to most advance technology in all the cosmos, though are under close watch to the DreamPriests, who have seen past the “soulless metal façade” and saw no excuse for the complete deletion of the Pria Foruns Galaxy. All of the Heavy Metal order are in constant link to the Web that spans all. Capable of looking up all recorded information whenever wanted. They do not recognize the self. Or at least they do not acknowledge the do to outsiders. Most people understand that they have souls as much as anyone else does, and the joke is pointless.
There is the Interstellar Society Roque or I.S.R. This, while not a huge military force, is has the highest population a seemingly infinite times over. Spanning countless planets in countless galaxies. It hosts more races and diversity than any other organization. It follows the same basic principles as current world governments only on an intergalactic scale.
The Cosmos is vast……The PhilosophyIdeology is something of the past.
In this world, immortality is free for everyone. There is no use for gods. Nobody thinks about the prospect of death because it has become an absurdity.
Without death, with no worry for the body, with infinite years before oneself, there is no longer the self. Only the cause of those one allies with. There is no love, as reproduction is pointless, and such instincts are usually cut away. Genders slowly have become nothing more than a decision, as anyone can become anything through proper procedure. Flesh and machinery meld and the there are no real personal aspirations. Except a few hidden unspoken secrets that may or may not be.
The entire civilization of all races is based off Honor. The more honorable a person is, and the more honor a person earns, the more opportunities opened to them, and the more cash they tend to earn. There are multiple different honor systems, based on who one allies themselves with. Most follow the basic rules. Though there are some, who forsake the idea of honor. Who think that the idea of honor is foolish. That morals don’t exist. These people usually steal, kill, blackmail, to get what they want. In turn are punished for their actions.
Though there are countless orders of Honor. Generally they follow the same plan.
1. Respect the enemy. But do not hesitate.
2. Respect your family.
3. Work hard for your earnings.
So on and so forth.
The races no longer believe in the prospect known as love. With immortality, with time passing by so fast. Love is a laughable idea. With complete understanding of the human mind and the biological workings, there is no reason that the satisfaction chemically given by companionship can’t be artificially given at all times. There is no reason to mate, as the population of the cosmos is high. Everyone now lives forever and so everyone already knows their great ancestors. If the continuation of the tree is desired or a union of families wanted, it is more likely to be a business proposition than something out of love. The EquipmentSpace Travel
There are three main types of space travel. One is your simple spacecraft. A craft powered by an energy source that blasts the vessel across the universe. These come in more varieties than one could possibly remember. All shapes, sizes, and purposes. Combat, transport, brothelships, whatever the mind could concoct. Some are powered by nuclear energies, others by elemental collision. Others are controlled by the Comatose. Failed dream priests who saw things that ruined their minds. Machines feed off the psychic brainwaves that power psychic starships.
Another form of space travel is the Chimera. These ships are bred using vast amounts of genetic modification to create living spaceships. They come in all shapes and sizes, though the most popular model is the dragon. They are quicker and more maneuverable than the other ships, and have their minds to guide them. Bred to survive star battle. To have the instincts to kill and dodge. A melding of metal and flesh, a Chimera is not only a highly admired vessel. But a friend as well. All it takes to keep them running is food. They naturally produce the other elements needed for their abilities. From lasers to light speed.
The last form is restricted to the DreamPriests who do not even require spaceships. They can open their minds and travel through spacetime with nothing other than their bodies. Rocketting across the cosmos at impossible speeds. By far the most impressive means of travel.
WeaponryWeaponry is to vast to catalog. If you can dream it up. It probably exists. Though practicality does come into play. A mini-gun that shoots chainsaws might sound cool, but a fine tuned laser sniper could pick you off without a second thought. Modification
The body can be modified in any way desirable. There are bionic modifications and cybernetic modifications. There are also modifications that blend the two. Anyone can look and do just about whatever they desire with enough money. Though real body modification does get expensive. And if that body so happens to get scrapped, you have to repurchase the modifications with the next body. Nevertheless almost every in the existence of the cosmos (except the masses of poor folk and tribal planets) have some sort of modification. Even if it just a simple health necessity, or legs that allow a man to leap four stories. Or clawed hands and tentacle feet. A man, or alien, or robot. Can become whatever it desires.ImmortalityThe most popular immortality system is a simple one. There is a constant sync to the Yggdrasil network. Where in reality your mind is in two places at once. This process was originally a failure as they just copied and pasted. But in the end it was only a copy and clone rather than the true mind. Now with constant sync the mind is in two places, and when the body dies, the mind just moves over to the computer, then is implanted into a body. Therefore facilitating infinite life successfully. There is no blackness of death. Only the continuation of life.
Other stuff
Pretty much anything exists. You just have to find it.The QuestWhen one commits a crime. There are many different punishments. From sending out into space in a coffin sized box until their sentence is up. To executing them time and time again until finally disabling their immortality. Then there is the Hellsquad. In essence the Hellsquad is most elite zombies the universe has ever seen. The convict can make the choice to shorten their sentence by fighting in the hellsquad. A dream priest annihilates their minds connection with their body, creating the perfect soldiers, Then they give them weapons and send them out to do their bidding. Fight wars, assassinate enemies, work as bodyguards. They use implants to lock in the disconnection over great distances. If this is damaged in any way, then the convict is required to not leave a certain radius from where it was damaged or the implant will simply kill them, remove them from the Yggdrasil system, and end them forever.
Out of all the different sections of the Hellsquad, there is Hellsquad 69. This particular section of the Hellsquad is reserved for only the most hardcore of criminals. Mass murderers, mastermind thieves, and those who commit grand heresy. They are sent into the most violent and dangerous missions. With the hope that their bodies will be destroyed and sent out again. Everyone had learned to fear the approach of Hellsquad 69, big guns, and savage mad zombie forces.
Enter He Who Kindled The Flame. A Dreampriest, one of the oldest suddenly disappeared from existence one day. Some say he is a simple deserter. Others say he was killed. But whispered in the shadows it is said that he kindled the flame of enlightenment and simply removed himself beyond the cosmos and beyond the reaches of the other DreamPriests. Which, as fate would have it, is exactly what happened.
In his enlightenment. This being learned that the cold outlook that life had become was no true to the universe. That there needed to be love. There needed to be happiness. That there needed to be art. That everyone was so caught up on war, honor, and immortality, that all have forgotten the little things. The beauty of the universe. So the being decided to attempt to change the fate of the cosmos. He reached out to the Hellsquad itself. Awakening the minds of zombie soldiers from Hellsquad 69. Showing them a vision of his new lofty domain, and how love needed to be brought back to this world. This could only be achieved with chaos. Striking out the very foundations of civilization. The Dreampriest removed their implants, and gave their minds blocks from any dream priest intrusion. To send them on a mission to destroy the Yggdrasil System, bringing mortality back to the masses. For fear of death makes life beautiful. Then to destroy all they can, to bring forth a new world that understands that honor in war is not everything. That there is more to life. That there is love.(that one was a thing I was very excited for..... just never happened)
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 2:13 pm
Occultos Populus
The Hidden People "Sweet smiles and laughter out of sense, time immemorial the spirits of the worlds dance" -The Wizard of the Oak Story--------------------------------------------------------------
Since man stared out into the darkness of the world, he has felt eyes staring back. Whispers on the edge of notice. Fear of what is beyond knowledge. Time passed, man grew beyond the fear of the dark. Using rationality, scientific process. Humanity reached an age where if it could not be explained by science, then it was not really there. That the voices people hear when alone, were lapses in sanity. That the figures seen on the edge of darkness, were a trick of the light. For a time mankind had accepted that there were beings beyond their comprehension, that there were beings that defied all explanation. Now, the scientific mind has stopped that.
Those beings, those Elementals, the Hidden folk, were very real. Having so very long been guardians of the world, keeping the Outsiders at bay. Allowing the harmony of chaos to play, and allowing all those living, whether beast or Man to carve out their own destiny. Though the Hidden folk do not all agree, all are driven to cast out all that comes from outside this plain of existence. While staying hidden to all man, except those who seek them out, and agree to keep their secret, or be cursed and cast out by their peoples.
The year is 2012. There has been a rise of beings from elsewhere, precursed by astrological signs, and the Hidden Folk have been hard pressed to combat the influence from outside. All the while battle each-other, trying to keep the balance within themselves. This is the story of those who hide in the world, striving to remain anonymous, while battling for the promise of the harmony of free will. This is the tale of the Hidden People.The Hidden Folk----------------------------------------------------------- Those of the Air-
Garuda-
Fairies-
Sylph-
Whisp-
Roc-
Harpy-
Those of the Earth-
Behemoth-
Satyr-
Elves-
Dwarves-
Gnomes-
Golem-
Dryad-
Those of The Seas-
Leviathan-
Siren-
Merfolk-
Nymph-
Kappa-
Those of The Flame-
Phoenix-
Dragon-
Salamander-
Djinn-
Kitsune-The Wise Ones-------------------------------------------------------------- Witches-
Wizards-
Sorcerers-
The Seers-
The Outsiders-----------------------------------------------------------------
Those Above-
The Gods-
The Angels-
Those Below-
The Demons-
Those Beyond-
Voidlings-
Those Within-
Vampires
Werewolves
Could be Anybody
The Life Of Those Who Are Hidden.....------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Okay, this is where things get explained....
To begin with, being a hidden folk, you were born that way. Your parents were also hidden folk. Your entire life has been around keeping the world natural, without outside influence. Only now, it is the most difficult time ever for the Hidden People, since there is science and technology, more and more does mankind try to reveal the Hidden People. For the most part, the hidden folk can hide easily from man. All they need to go to their natural element. Those of the earth must find soil, those of the sea must find water, those of the air must reach great heights, those of the flame must seek light or fire, all can then enter the Hidden World, the Gloom, The Elemental Plane. There they can move around, or rest undetected, interact with their own kind. While in the human world, they can take human form, but only if they can get to their native element every six hours. If they fail to do so, they will revert to their normal form.
The Hidden People, while allied against The Outsiders, are in fact in war with each-other. Flame and water are in battle, air and earth are in battle, and all are compelled to battle. There is no history to it. It is merely nature. To cancel each-other out. It is said that this was inherently suggested as training, but some Hidden Folk disagree. The opposites must battle, if not to the death, are bound by honor to at least test their abilities against each-other, unless there are more pressing matters.
Showing oneself to humans, is against the laws of the Hidden People. Mere sight of things that mankind cannot comprehend can effect his mind, thus effect his judgement and the course of his life. This is exactly what the Hidden People fight. They fight to allow the natural world to go it's course.
The Hidden People DO in fact interact with select humans, but those humans are chosen by destiny, or seek out the Hidden People on their own volition. Those are the Witches, Wizards, Seers, Sorcerers, Druids, those open to the worlds outside the natural one. The hidden people can supply these magically-inclined people, and in turn are given power and help combating the Outsiders.
The outsiders, are the enemy. They must be stopped. To do so, one must kill them. This can be done in the mortal realm, but then risks being seen by mortals. Or can be drawn into the Gloom. To draw an outsider into the gloom, one must physically drag them. If it is a possessed human, you must seek the assistance of A Wise One, to draw the Possessor forward, then drag them out. More to come.
The Wise Ones.....------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ These are the humans drawn into the battle. These people, however they are drawn into it, have caught glimpses of the Hidden People, or Outsiders. And have chosen to align themselves with them. They simply invoke the power of beings, and in return for their services, are given something in return. In order to be one, you kinda have to research the people themselves.... The Outsiders.....------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ These are beings, that are beyond any order of nature. Gods, Angels, Demons, Vampires, Cosmic Horrors. Beings who want to come into this world. Gaining power by influencing man, growing followers, creating religions and cults, or by influencing people who deny their existence. They bend people to their will, promising glory, but in the end just dominate.
Depending on what they are, they have different ways of entering the realm. Humans afflicted with their disease, Vampires, Werewolves, and the like are constantly in the mortal realm, and wittingly, or unwittingly do the bidding of their masters. Angels and demons can enter the world through possession, or by having their minions summon them through prayer or ritual. Cosmic horrors are the same, yet can also be brought through by random occurrence, or astrological signs.
Once in the world, they can take human form, and sway the masses to their bidding. Even if in good intention, it is still taking away from free will, and they will be combated by the Hidden People.
To Wrap It All Up.....------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In essence, the story revolves around mythological beings, fighting vampires, cultists, otherworldly monsters and each-other. All while trying to stay hidden. Drifting in and out of this world, trying to make the most of life, while still going about what one was born to do. A battle of morals, free will, and the fate of all things.....Another one that just never took off......
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 2:14 pm
Okay, well I think that would be enough to ponder upon for now, I could pull out more of my reserves, but That is a good start. I know, all of them need a lot of work, and really the only reason they were not perfected is because nobody wanted to help me haha.... work work work, and so little pay off..... Oh, and one other thing, I recently joined a different guild.... where everyone plays a god in this divine court.... I of course chose the god of Madness, Conspiracy, and Intoxication..... Wellll, first thing you have to do in the guild is introduce your character first person style, then make a profile.... when I did that, the guild just went silent and died.... SOOOOOO, if we can get together and make something where I can play this character then i would be a happy camper. With all the sparkle one can muster I vomit forth my ambiguous hail from within this shambling mound of flesh, blood and timorous nervous system. I Milmorgan Morgorgeth Udarthan Variense Illuminated Grand Master of the Farthest realm of Ud, Seeker of the Ten Thousand Fingered Lords of the Isthmus of the Hood Cabal, Keeper of the sacred rock Sense, and the entirely unprofane unbreakable GiggleStick, Guru who fed the shrews of the earth from his own bowls, and knows the only true answer to the great question is Laughter, The two faced twinkle toed sign bearer of the tide of Madness and the enlightenment there in. He who has fallen to the darkest reaches of impossibility, removed his clothes until quite naked, and feasted upon the offerings of the most abominable Cosmic Horrors from beyond the Stars. I am the taster of the divine essence of Nectar, Ambrosia, and the most holy flesh, and alone do I know the sacred Dance of the Night and the bardic hymns that make the fairest maidens of the most mystikal lands tear out their hair in jealous rage. He who wooed the citrus fruits of ancient lands, Paramour of forgotten eons past. The Unstoppable mind who knows he is a fool, and the fool who fancies himself a God, says hello.
I am Mil, God of Madness. Time is inconsequential to me as time is relative. I am as old as my memories dictate, as long as I can understand my perceptional reality tunnel. My age? No Matter. I am simply gorgeous darling.
With Love, as deep and as true as such can go towards people I don't know.
-Milmorgan Morgorgeth Udarthan Variense Illuminated Grand Master of the Farthest realm of Ud, Seeker of the Ten Thousand Fingered Lords of the Isthmus of the Hood Cabal, Keeper of the sacred rock Sense, and the entirely unprofane unbreakable GiggleStick, Guru who fed the shrews of the earth from his own bowls, and knows the only true answer to the great question is Laughter, The two faced twinkle toed sign bearer of the tide of Madness and the enlightenment there in. He who has fallen to the darkest reaches of impossibility, removed his clothes until quite naked, and feasted upon the offerings of the most abominable Cosmic Horrors from beyond the Stars. I am the taster of the divine essence of Nectar, Ambrosia, and the most holy flesh, and alone do I know the sacred Dance of the Night and the bardic hymns that make the fairest maidens of the most mystikal lands tear out their hair in jealous rage. He who wooed the citrus fruits of ancient lands, Paramour of forgotten eons past. The Unstoppable mind who knows he is a fool, and the fool who fancies himself a God.
xxxHermit Omegaxxx
Character Name: Milmorgan Morgorgeth Udarthan Variense
Deity: God of Madness, Intoxication, and Conspiracy
Nickname(s): Mil, The Fool.
Lovers: Khali Rin (deceased)
Family: N/A (will be explained later)
Friends: N/A (see family)
Enemies: None that Mil is aware of .
Theme Song: The Idiot Song- Idiot Flesh
Physical
Age: Looks to be 30s, real age undeterminable.
DOB: Undeterminable
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Eye color: His eyes flicker like the static of a television.
Hair color: Brown
Hair length: Bald
Complexion: His flesh is smooth at all times, and always appears to be oiled up, despite being quite dry, it is naturally pale…. But changes…. (see below)
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 300 Pounds
Built: A rippling mass of corded muscle upon muscle.
Tattoos: N/A
Piercings: N/A
Scars: A circular mass of scar tissue has formed on his forehead. A fool price for trying to jumpstart his “enlightenment”.
Pictures: His beautifulness
Other noticeable traits: He tends to bathe in paint, so his skin color can changes…
Psychological
Sexual Orientation: Straight… ish?
Likes: Riddles, Food, Philosophy, Paradoxes, Moments of clarity, Conversing, Meditation, Interesting People. Cabbage.
Dislikes: Puzzles, Sustenance, Lovers of Wisdom, Anomalies, Lucidity, Discourse, Introspection, Enthralling Folk. Cabbage.
Fears: He doesn’t fear anything exactly, that is not to say he won’t fall into momentary psychosis and be afraid of something suddenly… but he doesn’t think about these things.
KPT: He has mental issues.
He always means well.
He is extremely trusting, (unless he can create a conspiracy against someone)
He cannot Lie (but often believes false things)
He holds nothing dearer to himself the life, (and will kill to prove it)
Personality: Imagine not knowing where you came from, not amnesia so much as simply not knowing where it all began, how it all began, and all you can remember are random events that seem to in no way possibly line up. Having lived in times that have not happened yet, and times way beyond the past. Mil was in fact at one point mortal, but the fractions of his life are jumbled into a mass of hysterical chaos. He has a severe case of mental illness. Anyone who would listen to his thoughts, would see a constant stream of random gibberish (most likely about the stars aligning for the sacred red moon of panic decending upon the streets of the forsaken basket weavers of Uuth… or something) anyone who would try and look into his memories, would see something astounding, random fragments across time and space, like all across the ages people had tossed memories into one skull. The problem is, that Mil can create new memories, then because of his paranoia, and conspiracies, and madness he can believe them to the point that they become real to him. Even if they never actually happened. On top of that, he hallucinates quite often, is prone to random bouts of intoxication (without ingesting any intoxicants), and worst of all he can know things about people that are secret, in their deepest sickest craziest self. Usually these secrets are safe, since Mil can’t process fully through the garbage and the truth, but sometimes he will blurt things out (like the time you cheated on your lover) and this will inherently get him into big trouble, and also start wars. He wants to be good. But sometimes it is hard when you are mad.
Capacities
Fighting style: He fights with GiggleStick, a two foot long branch from a tree, that some how was imbued with his madness to make it unbreakable. In his other hand is Sense, a rock about the size of a baseball, that gets heavier the saner you are. It truly weights several tons, but to Mil, due to his madness, it seems weightless. He is entirely unpredictable, and is not very good at fighting as he is easily distracted. Unless of course he has a psychotic breakdown, in which case he will shove Sense through your face and tear off all your skin before you die.
Skills: He has complete mastery over his body, meaning he is strong, fast, flexible, coordinated, and has great endurance… he also can cook quite well… and is even better at brewing intoxicants… other than that… not much.
Weapons: GiggleStick- This is literally a branch that Mil found somewhere. It is about two feet in length, and about and inch in diameter. It has proven time and time again to completely defy the logic of the universe by being unbreakable. Although it is quite hard wood, it bends generally when swung giving it a strong whipping motion. Mil generally doesn’t kill with it, but it is quite capable of knocking people unconscious and leaving massive welts, bruises, and broken bones.
Sense- This in an enchanted rock, about the size of a baseball, it weighs several tons due to the magic, and reacts to whoever tries to lift it based on how mad they are. If you are entirely off your rocker, then it will be light when you pick it up. If you are the paramount of logic, then it will be impossible for you to lift it. Now, you might ask, if it is light for all mad people, then can Mil use it against crazy people? The answer is yes, because it’s weight only adjusts for the wielder. And if he throws it, it will still accept him as the wielder at least until it stops and someone else grabs it.
Armor/Extra items: He only wears a loincloth, and his one horned mask. (neither of which are magical).
Powers/Abilities: Madness- As mentioned above, because he is so stricken with madness, his thoughts are unreadable, and listening to them for too long will drive you insane. And in that same vein, his madness is quite contagious, even if only temporary. He can use his logical processes (no matter how illogical) to make you believe what he is saying, this also ties in with the fact he governs conspiracy. Listening to his poisoned tongue he can mess you up. But he is rarely focused enough to actually have any will to bend you to.
Intoxication/Hallucination- Another mind affecting power, he can force intoxication on people, making them feel as if they are drunker then they have ever been, and he can cause auditory and visual hallucinations. These of course cannot actually harm the person they are affecting, as it is all hallucination, but their reaction the hallucinations (which to them are quite real) can lead to them hurting themselves.
Psycho-strength- The human body has certain limits set in order to ensure that there is always enough strength to go on. In times of great stress, these limits can be broken (ex: mom lifting car off of child). Mil, in his psychosis does not have these limits. This coupled with his divinity, means he can push himself beyond the limits of most, though this means that he will be digging deep into his reserves of power, to the point where he can knock himself unconscious or he kill himself from the physical strain (though his mental strain has no limit, as he can’t get much crazier).
Story
Milmorgan Morgorgeth has a very complicated past, that he himself does not exactly remember. What he knows doesn’t make sense chronologically but he isn’t expected to make sense. Peicing together exactly what I understand from his human life I shall relate it. The entire thing could in fact be a lie, a hallucination, some things could in fact be from the future, or from nowhere at all.
As far as we know, Mil, in his time, and place, had a completely different name. He was in fact the star of the hit children’s television show Bucky Rainbow and the Great Masters. It was an experimental show that was trying to teach abstract philosophy to the young, mostly preaching enlightenment through Zen Buddhism, but underneath the obvious lay a constant barrage of psychonautics, occultism, worship of chaos, sacred geometry, and many other interesting alternative philosophies. He became a massive hit all across the world as parents thought that their kids were learning something useful and everything was going grand. Until a great scandal was revealed that Bucky Rainbow was feeding his audience hallucinogens in their juice and using sub-audio subliminal acoustics (sound waves that the ears can’t perceive but can affect brain waves) so that the kids at home didn’t have to miss out on the fun. This of course was brainwashing the next generation to anarchy and the left hand path, reaching enlightenment through the teachings of the flesh and forcing it with drugs. There were lawsuits, and Bucky Rainbow went to jail, where unspeakable acts befell him, making him become a fitness guru, putting his already large frame to use and packing muscle upon muscle on top of it. Eventually he was released back into the savage free world, where he couldn’t get a job, because nobody trusted him. So he dove onto the free world of the internet, where all the children who fell into his mental trap can back to him in droves, many of them were grown by then, and would listen to anything his said.
Anarchy ensued, as well as violence. Bucky Rainbow went from a name of disgust, to a name worthy of fear. Eventually the government intervened and Bucky Rainbow disappeared from the world… escaping to far away lands.
After an unknowable amount of time, and an unknowable amount of identities, a man with the name Eldur Finn broke into the glossy obsidian tower of The Divine Constellations. With sword in teeth he scaled the seemingly impossible walls of the tower, using his rippling form and unbreakable mind to rise to the peak. He wished to catch those who dwelled within on unawares, and in a flurry of slashed flesh and broken bones he slaughtered the militia where they slept, leaving their awake brethren completely unaware below. Eldur continued his decent, going after the prize, the Jewel of Kurgoll. It was said to be guarded by unspeakably powerful wizards, ancient men with even older magick, Eldur did not fear these men. They considered themselves gods, but so far he had not encountered an enemy, no matter how powerful, that would not die at the point of his blade. Alas, he found the tower to be unnervingly quiet. Descending in darkness he eventually heard the cries of a woman in distress, and he hasted his approach. He came to a heavy oak door, and it gave way to a furious kick from his booted foot. Eldur lept into the room with his sword at hand, only to find a girl chained to a wall, a red precious gem the size of her head suspended just above her. He approached her, and at the site of him tears leapt to her eyes, death or savior didn’t matter, any kind of freedom would relieve her. Suddenly a hum began vibrating the room, and within the gem a light began shining. Eldur didn’t even have time to react as a beam shot out and collided with his chest.
At that moment his very being was torn asunder, all across his body, his flesh ripped into pieces and were flung out into nothingness. His soul was ripped from his eye sockets and all that he could sense was blood, and pain. But this was only momentary, as suddenly he found himself in a garden. A garden filled with the most beautiful plants he had ever laid his eyes upon, trees bearing countless fruits, streams flowing lazily down from the mountains, as clear as the air itself. But most beautiful of all, was the girl from that chamber. She, as confused as he, revealed herself as being Khali Rin, a merchants daughter from the provinces of Chu. They wandered the garden under the sluggish and pleasing sun. Eventually the sun began sinking behind the majestic mountains in the distance, and they picked themselves some fruit and decided to call it a night. They could find their way out of there tomorrow they told each other.
Only, that isn’t how it worked. Years went by. Years where Eldur and Khali’s only company were each other. The inevitable happened of course, and they fell in love. They wandered far and wide, but even after years of travel, this paradise proved to be quite endless. Eventually they began getting sick of the fruits, wanting to sink their teeth into flesh, but their were no animals to be had. They grew tired of water, and began perfecting the art of fermenting the fruits in the water, creating alcohol. And more and more they found themselves growing depraved. One can only take so much perfection. They decided to see what happened when they burned the forest down. So the never-ending jungle caught aflame. They grew savage towards each other, though they loved each other entirely without question, they could not stand the constant day in day out normality, and both began to loose their minds. Mil does not remember what happened from there on, as the next memory is back in the tower, with the Jewel broken and Khali’s throat cut. Then there was a bloody eyed rampage through the tower, Eldur sating the thirst of his blade with the blood of sorcerers. Dodging horrible spell after horrible spell until all but the greatest of his enemies was dead. And with a smirk the powerful foe simply waved his hand, and memories ceased.
Milmorgan watched as a sickly green sky faded to black and lighted again, as he dwelled in a place entire incomprehensible. Dismembered body parts lay all around him as he had slaughtered one aberration after another. Countless eons had he spent in this land outside of possibility. His mind had fully cracked multiple times, more memories faded, and new ones grew. He meditated in pools of blood, and sang songs through his tears until he could sleep. But sleep was a false escape, because his dreams lasted years, and were more horrible then the wretched reality. And when all seemed that it could not possibly get any dimmer, Mil began laughing. Once cannot explain the process of madness, but the man began laughing, and in that laughter, he reached illumination beyond that which was ever thought possible. Something changed within where he realized that if he couldn’t laugh about something then it wasn’t worth his time, and his madness was complete. It was then that he was granted his godhood. And with broken time, and false memories, he has lived in godhood for a long time, though he is not often noticed, and quite often forgot about (such is the curse of contagious madness). And now he lives in his own plane (which may be inside his own head) which reflects a never-ending prison ward. He fills the cells with mortals he finds interesting, but he often forgets about them, especially if he finds a new one, and he forgets to feed them. So many of the cages are filled with starved skeletons, messages scrawled in blood as minds break, and the screams of suffering and sadness. Few can keep their sanity within this place (which he calls Uth). As the outside of the prison is the very essence of madness and the creatures that dwell there are beyond explanation, (to the horror of successful escapees who suddenly want to return to their cells to starve to death). And within Mil’s inner sanctum is a labyrinth that leads to the Great Distillery, and Finally Mil’s house, which his made almost entirely of cloth, pillows, and blankets. Every square inch of Uth is painted with occult symbols and optical illusions (some of these not actually being illusions and turning out to be real never-ending pits.
Now, if you are curious as to his real origins, we will just have to see how this roleplay goes and let it come to the surface. Those are the main memories that He remembers. Like I said, they could be entirely false, or at least mistranslated. As in he could have been a theater performer instead of a TV star. There are plenty of lies and some truths, but Mil believes it all. This will probably change with time, but such is the course of madness.
So hit me back with your ideas. I will not be offended if you think that those roleplays will not work around here, i know they are generally a little off the wall....
And if that is the case we can work something out.....
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 2:16 pm
So, all that was going to be my response.... was taking to long to copy and paste and wait ten minutes between each PM.... soooo there it is, tell me what you guys think, and we can go from there....
Like I said though, I will need help polishing them all up and making them into something, I have put so much work into them already.... it's hard to muster the energy to do the fine details.......
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 7:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:23 pm
No. Every time I get around to reading them, I get interrupted.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 7:31 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 8:53 am
I'll PM you with my thoughts after I finish each one.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 9:22 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 11:12 pm
I think your God could be used in the Conan RP, if you want.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 8:55 pm
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