Architect

Rule Of Iron

I apologise, but I slowly began to realise that my schedule IRL is becoming a little overwhelming, and I'm being forced to drop an RP, or two. Sorry, hope this goes on, but it just won't be with me.

(PS This would've been flippin' fun)

The Place beyond the Pines

Hopefully not. If it's still going, I'll throw a CS up by this weekend, hopefully.

Rule Of Iron

Question; how would the blessings work? I mean, a lot of them kinda rely on heavy tabletop mechanics, and seeing as we don't have stats like Strength or Wits, let alone a Di, I was hoping you could explain?

Seizure

Thanks for the update.

And bear in mind, the scenarios I made up earlier weren't suggestions, just little examples. I think the runaway thing is a little old and withered now, but if you think you can go that way, and do it well, by all means.

Any idea when you'll throw an OOC up?

Seizure

Haha sorry, just had to summarise it. Regarding the info, I don't really have specific inquiries other than the general path you plan this to take. Like, will the characters become runaways trying to understand why they've changed whilst also evading the government, or are they going to be solving things, etc etc. Along those lines.

Changeling: The Rule Of Iron

Interested

Seizure

Tentative interest. Need a little more info, but I like the idea. So, what, a group of super geniuses?

the pool of mana

Lord Pickleshine of The Euphoric Realms had been observing from his seat in the Gushing Gardens, watching over the inhabitants of the lowly mortal planet. He had been dreading this day; the arrival of Cockthulu, and its not-so-kawai brethren into the world. With its siblings, Cockthulu would ravage the planet, repeatedly, in a vicious, slavishly-repeated motion. It would be a cycle of death, then rest, then death; back and forth, back and forth. When he was ascended to his seat as a Godly king for his totally righteous adventures, Pickleshine had taken the role as Guardian of the realm. And whilst his Ambassador on Earth, Boopsy Seymor, had been dispatched to deal with Cockthulu, he feared it would not be enough.
Which meant action must be taken. A choice of deep consequences.

After millenia, he would have to intervene.

Pickleshine came shattering down to Earth; a shining, white light that seemed to leave a hazy tail in its wake.

"COCKTHULU!" he roared, pulling out his long, hot, flaming sword, harder than any metal on Earth. "FOUL MONSTER!"

He plunged into the writhing mass, slipping his rod into the soft flesh repeatedly, in and out, feeling the moist, sticky slime oozing from its body, covering his hands and chest.