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I made a new RP for the first time... In years. roleplayerguild.com/posts/5… please give it a look!
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Fallout Tactics has death claws that can talk, scary killer robots, and the ability to have a tank. It just doesn't... Sit well with the rest of lore.
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I'm awake at weird hours again.
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@Smike Certainly, feel free to DM ideas or bring them up here!
@Smike Good question! While I did use those themes when creating Ruviyane, Gyrland, and Vinland I won't limit you to that. I will say if you want to go with those themes and wanted something in Avrupa the regions is supposed to be similar to all of Europe, though their is more to the world if you wanted to play someone further out than that reigon.
Glad to see more interest. I'll leave this check going for a couple days.
@13org Awesome glad to have you!
Feel free to ask questiom!
Last Message of the Phantom Brigade, from Vremmel Highway






“Every civilian we’ve passed in the past few days they all ask me questions. Where were you? When the armies of the Ruziyane Empire invaded our border? When General Orlov’s Elite Battle Frame’s crossed the Luminous Crystal Sea? When Admiral Moritz’s drop ships and bombers brought terror to the gray sky filled with snow? Why weren’t you there with the Home Guard at Hedmark? When the King took his own Battle-Frame out with his royal guard to face the foe to create a corridor for the evacuation at Velscinna? Why are you running away? They always shout, sometimes they throw things at us.” The old recording plays as troops bustle around behind the figure of an exhausted military man, of noble birth given the house crest on his uniform currently covered up by a blood stain. His green eyes sunken back as takes long gulps of coffee still with steam curling off it, perhaps the only thing keeping him going as he pushes blonde hair back and tries to wipe a grease stain off his winter camo, to no avail. He turns back to the recording, almost frowning but catches himself, as if he knows he can’t with all the men around him.

“We were doing our duty, for Gyrland, for the king, for hope, for you well if you ever bother watching this.Battle Frames with new technology, specialized weapons, capabilities, and designs all equipment Vinland and our Hollis institute intended for us to build and test. Cadets from our military academies, our best and brightest are now being entrusted with it. Our goal was not to fight and die for our country but to save the work and people we who will save our nation. The brigade took a pounding on the way here...I think I’m the ranking officer right now, as we made a run for the western coast, where our navy is evacuating who they can. Our goal was to take this equipment, our trainers, and our cadets to safety... So they might bring the fight back to our home.” An alarm blared, battle-frames and even retrofitted civilian models being brought online, some still freshly scared, some looking barely operational missing arms or heads. Ground pounder troops running around grabbing launchers, tanks rolling in dug out positions. Machine guns being set up, the officer looks a little sheepish a moment before finishing his coffee, his last meal.

“But I won’t be there... The Ruzi’s forces are closing in and the boats need time to load the cadets and researchers, as well anyone from regular forces who got some real experience. The Homeguard have been ordered back... But someone needs to give them something to fight. We're set up a few miles inland, in Vremmel, a big empty town with no civilians left and just one highway from the mountains to the coast. We plan to gun them down here and fall back to the port where we’ve set traps, if we last, hold them till the ammo runs out then we can see how the fists and shields hold up. After you all cast off through... Maybe we try to break out, link up with the Homeguard or see if the King’s royal guard managed to make it out their own corridor at the capital... Or hell maybe they’ll just give up!” He laughs, happy for maybe the last time, he shakes his head knowing that won’t happen, that the fate of all those here is sealed. “This is Prince Klaus Bernadotte, of the royal special service tactics brigade... The Phantoms, signing off.” He spoke pulling on a helmet, with a ghost-like symbol holding a shield with a sword over it. Heading for one of the nearby frames. The message fizzled out, the last transmission anyone had received from the Phantoms. The Eastern Imperial Hegemony of Ruziyane had announced they had wiped out the unit to the man, showing an image of the Phantom Battleframe with a flag being buried through it.


That was ten years ago, the Homeguard still exists though they cannot hold territory very long and mostly depend on supply drops from the Union of Vinland to keep their forces going. They exist in the outlying villages and towns, if ever seen making due with patching out of date frames and stolen Ruvi equipment. Never in large numbers and far from the population centers. The Ruvi forces have not yet finished off the Homeguard but it is clear that with their more constant defeats something must change soon or hope among the populace will be lost.

Volunteers from other nations, former Gyrland native, or even survivors who managed to evacuate have been given experimental equipment still in testing and have taken up the name of the Phantom Brigade, the former famed special forces unit Battle-frame of Gyrland. The Gyrland Navy will cover your infiltration, your goal to assault and provide relief to the Homeguard. Then to reinforce them as a leaner, more elite force gather equipment, and inspire the people of Gyrland. The specialized Frame-crawler with experimental stealth tech will be used to guide you. Your other goal, as asked by our friends in Vinland, is to go after the research and data on whatever the Ruvi bastards are researching.




Hey there, thank you for your interest in Orbis! The setting is a unique world I’ve made for something I’ve always enjoyed, ground based mech combat. Some folks may not like the idea as much but I’ve always preferred the style of something with mechs fighting down in the dirt. Squaring off against tanks and conventional units. The goal here was to create an earth-like setting that lends itself to telling a story like this without using existing countries and pasts. Obviously some nations are inspired by others and I will use that while writing them but I don’t intend for them to be one to one.

The Frames in this setting are going to be ground base mecha with access to melee weapons, convention firearms, and such. However, characters and their mechs will be able to pitch a specialized piece of gear, a prototype or special equipment for their Battle-Frame. As the Brigade does have less experienced people, it is fielding very advanced equipment which can be upgraded as the RP goes on.

As for the setting you can read more about it down below, as a note I have not defined every single country within the power blocks and that’s because the idea here will give you the freedom to be a volunteer from other nations. I am happy to work with you for a nation anywhere in the setting!. The idea of Avrupa is a sort of Europe split between monarchical nations in the east with democracies and republics to the west. Gyrland is a nation caught between the two and Vinland far across the sea from any of this helping but unwilling to risk its own nation in war.






















(Optional, though highly encouraged!)
Airus stepped out from the ship, moving down the ramp he pulled his robes tighter around himself the tall Jedi keeping his hood up as he felt the world around him. Expanding out his senses as he, from his time in the Rebellion he'd gotten used to operating on many different worlds from searing to heat to bitter cold one didn't complain if, especially if they did not want comrades to make jokes about weak constitution. The former rebel had taken to heart the work and training of a Jedi, he'd heard tales that the Vel Aath's his father's lineage were a proud family from the Core worlds who had served in Jedi and Republic for thousands of years. Perhaps he might learn more of that history but for now, he felt thrum of the force in a way he had not since he had last been home.

"The temperature reminds me of Hoth... And the feeling from Ashla here... It's like being back home, it's a wellspring of force energy." He turned lowering the hood as stepped up next to Sildarg lowering the hood. "It's incredible feeling to bath in the energies of the force. I feel as though I could move mountains." He spoke as leaned on his wooden staff, rarely had he been seen without it. Burn marks and scars along it told the tale it was not some cane but a weapon for Miraluka. The staff had carvings along it... And if one knew their materials might realize it was from a Wroshyr tree's wood. No doubt a gift from his Alliance days.

Of course as cold as it was, this was no Hoth as much as he hoped to never set foot on that planet again he missed the tauntauns fun little creatures they were. It had been cold their even next to heaters, he remembered some troopers complained the chill still hadn't left them a year later. Airus didn't care for the cold or the heat but he understood the need for both like Ashla and Bogan the world needed one to the other. But it did make him wonder why a world so cold and quiet would have such a wellspring of energy upon it, what could have created this natural light side wellspring? Varina would no be telling him off for spending more time worrying about the why's and how's than basking in the wonderful feeling of the moment. Only in his mind would he ever admit he missed that crazy sister of his.

Airus thought back to before he left and the long lecture's she'd been giving him on the meaning of lightsabers and how special it was. The woman was working to become a Jedi artisan she'd been advising him what materials would suit him for his own sabers creation. He wondered how long the artist had spent here trying to put together her own badge of office, perfectionist she was he could only imagine hours and hours spent adjusting and tinkering at it. Like when she had taken up painting, only after making her brushes, he could remember having to drag her inside. Nurse her back to health in winter a few times after she spent all day trying to capture the look of sunrise on Hoth. Of course, similarly she had been one to bring him food when he forgot eat spending days reading through old war documentation or after action reports. They had been connected nearly all their lives only in recent years had they spent so much time so far apart without the free time to visit one another that it seemed they didn't always know what the other was thinking about.

Snapping back to reality Airus shook his head a moment running a hand through his red hair. "So when do we get started? Varina got me all excited for this trip."

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