Perhaps have this a prequel, fast-track the plot for this one, and proceed to split up into multiple roleplays in the same universe to fight for a common goal?
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It's happening again. I have been visited by a soviet mad scientist, a king, a penguin prince of darkness, a house plant god thing, a mystical ancient member, a tired reaper (thank god) + a greeting.
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For the same reason Rome 2 was attacked by thousands of players who don't know what they're talking about. lleeeeeeemmmmings
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Welcome.
If you're interested, I do have a candidate for one here: roleplayerguild.com/topics/81251-waeld..
^ Is moving along and has lasted a good while. If we can stick to the end it can become something bigger... series wise.
Found a couple others in the casual section (I only got the gist of them, but no idea what your preference is):
roleplayerguild.com/topics/88243-yet-a..
^ is looking for folks badly. Not sure if it will get off the ground, but a little head in to say "hi" might get spirits up enough for it to go off.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/88154-darkn..
^Seems structured enough, and it's made by and references folks that have done a good fantasy job before.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/88113-weird..
^Another roleplay, this being in the free section. I get the gist that the name is more fitting than it looks, but you might like it. I considered it for a bit before deciding I had enough on my plate.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/88055-legen..
^A nice little certainly casual adventure-based roleplay. Almost considered going in myself except for the reason above.
Hope that helped. :)
(Did I forget to say Welcome? If I did, it is here now :)
If you're interested, I do have a candidate for one here: roleplayerguild.com/topics/81251-waeld..
^ Is moving along and has lasted a good while. If we can stick to the end it can become something bigger... series wise.
Found a couple others in the casual section (I only got the gist of them, but no idea what your preference is):
roleplayerguild.com/topics/88243-yet-a..
^ is looking for folks badly. Not sure if it will get off the ground, but a little head in to say "hi" might get spirits up enough for it to go off.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/88154-darkn..
^Seems structured enough, and it's made by and references folks that have done a good fantasy job before.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/88113-weird..
^Another roleplay, this being in the free section. I get the gist that the name is more fitting than it looks, but you might like it. I considered it for a bit before deciding I had enough on my plate.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/88055-legen..
^A nice little certainly casual adventure-based roleplay. Almost considered going in myself except for the reason above.
Hope that helped. :)
(Did I forget to say Welcome? If I did, it is here now :)
The trip was rather long; a good day and a night, broken only by two crappy starbucks stops. The first time obviously wasn't much of a lesson for him the next time, and he suffered the 'quality' of the most base taste in the world both times. But at least he was still going and awake. Even if he was spitting out the window to get some of the over taste out.
He arrived at the backside of the meeting place, parking a good block down the road from where he didn't know the other two were located in a decent sized alley. The noise of the ford, even with Jackson's attempts at quiet, would likely draw attention; given the lack of any other noise. He saw various buildings, warehouses, a factory... the site he was going to was right in that area.
Not suspicious at all.
He turned off the truck, but opted out of the alarm he had on - there would be no better way to create noise than to turn on his car alarm. He was glad the canopy doors were quiet at least.
He went into the canopy and soon surrounded himself with open suitcases and changed into a trench coat over his casual clothes. The coat was for what came next: two pistols loaded with bullets that had devils crosses on them, an iron crowbar, a nice small jug of holy water, and a nice wooden stake, just in case. He also put on his black work gloves and considered bringing the silver knife, but doubted he would be up against someone of that nature. Demons, or less likely, hunters would be the opposition.
He swiftly packed up and left the canopy, closing the door as quietly as possible, and left to go along into the next parking lot (where the others were), staying along corners and sides while his hand was on one pistol. He could see better at night than most humans, thankfully, but he didn't know what he was dealing with.
So he might as well just go in expecting the worst.
He arrived at the backside of the meeting place, parking a good block down the road from where he didn't know the other two were located in a decent sized alley. The noise of the ford, even with Jackson's attempts at quiet, would likely draw attention; given the lack of any other noise. He saw various buildings, warehouses, a factory... the site he was going to was right in that area.
Not suspicious at all.
He turned off the truck, but opted out of the alarm he had on - there would be no better way to create noise than to turn on his car alarm. He was glad the canopy doors were quiet at least.
He went into the canopy and soon surrounded himself with open suitcases and changed into a trench coat over his casual clothes. The coat was for what came next: two pistols loaded with bullets that had devils crosses on them, an iron crowbar, a nice small jug of holy water, and a nice wooden stake, just in case. He also put on his black work gloves and considered bringing the silver knife, but doubted he would be up against someone of that nature. Demons, or less likely, hunters would be the opposition.
He swiftly packed up and left the canopy, closing the door as quietly as possible, and left to go along into the next parking lot (where the others were), staying along corners and sides while his hand was on one pistol. He could see better at night than most humans, thankfully, but he didn't know what he was dealing with.
So he might as well just go in expecting the worst.
Pretty sure it read 'factory and other nearby buildings' and its in an area surrounded by woods.
The wife @MsMellow turned me onto this and I've already read up on the IC. I saw you had a lot of hunters including a shifter and an angel, but I was hoping to introduce something else. I looked on a Supernatural Wiki to be sure, but Banshees have only ever been mentioned once in an episode and were only featured in a tie in novel as a side character early on. Since there's so little to go on I was hoping I could put a spin on the whole idea of Banshees. In my mind it looks something like Demons > Vampires and it's comparable to Angels > Banshees. So Banshees, at least in Europe, would be seen as the foil for vampires rather than werewolves [cause that's been done to death]. Usually they're seen as female souls/ghosts who scream before someone who has wronged them dies. The twist would be my Banshee is alive, and male at that. The rest of his kind [Banshees w/Bodies] would mostly still be in Europe and fighting Vampires.
I was hoping to introduce a character like this by way of somebody who would actually have an idea of what they were looking at. Maybe Rufus could discover this European kid and be his mentor for a bit leading into this meeting at the abandoned factory?
Oh, and hi @Angel Vicky!
~KL~
Can it be someone will join that my guy doesn't consider a prick by definition of their nature? (hunter/angel)
@ArenaSnow unfortunately, if people are unhappy, there's not much I can do. If you'd like to take it over, you are someone who I trust to do it. So if you want it, I'm happy to hand it over.
Only if you think you can't handle it anymore.
Honestly, I might not be the best, activity wise... but if it must happen someday, so it must be. Beats it dropping off existence anyways, considering the late nights I've thrown into it :P
If it comes to a point of no return, I may opt to retire it, or if someone else would like to take over, I may be open to that, depending ... we'll see.
You flood me with confidence inspiring thoughts. -.-
Just want to check, it was a creepy warehouse, yes?
I saw factory IC and got a wee confused. Or is it just the landmark and I just got scatterbrained altogether?
I saw factory IC and got a wee confused. Or is it just the landmark and I just got scatterbrained altogether?
Ok, Plan B. A shift in course was necessary when he was being beaten down by two beings that, by rights, shouldn't have made it this long at all.
Zargon didn't have one, of course, but he damn well should make one before he was pinned down by two enemies who were obviously trying to tank him out. He decided to focus not just power into his sword, but his essence as well - the procedure would be complicated, but not impossible.
He started to put his very essence in it, his hands leaking energy into the sword and making his body more physical and show more visible and slower regenerating damage as his regenerative ability went into the sword as well. He made up for it by swiping with every limb, focusing on The Red, but swishing some limbs at the lioness as well. His physical form would be torn to pieces quickly without his essence in it, something that his enemy would notice very quickly, but they still likely would not know what his next move would be, and that was what he counted on. He could let his physical form be destroyed and cast a human form spell later. If the lioness continued her assault the back end of his physical form would be destroyed in under 10 seconds after he started the process. He could finish the task in a short amount of time, but he would have to be able to have something left of his physical form to cast at full effectiveness.
His sword began pulsing with black and purple energy even as his body began to turn a grey color. The sword was extremely durable, but Zargon wondered if it was up for the task.
If not, well, the explosion would end the fight anyways.
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Artholath stood at a street corner, looking down at the engagement. Zargon appeared to be doing an essence shift; he had seen one in the early years of his existence. But there wasn't time to ponder exactly what the shift was for. He looked at the engagement.
While the combatants were strong, he doubted they were the targets. As he looked into the clump of guards, he felt... something. A type of magic used that reminded him of the early days.
His eyes locked onto a woman at the back, making casting moves. He allowed his eyes to shift into a dark swirling blue so he could see more clearly.
That must be the one.
He had two options; wait for another time, when there weren't a dozen guards in the way, or barrage them now and have a chance at killing his target, even though pursuit was guaranteed and if she survived, the next time wouldn't be so easy.
He made his decision and shifted into demon form right on the street corner. As he flexed lengthening fingers, he concentrated on the creation of ice spikes of a specific flavor.
If he wasn't going to finish the job, he could at least get a good start.
He pointed every one of his now 12 fingers at the direction of the clump of guards with his prey, and began shooting spikes of ice at them. These weren't intended to be fatal... yet. Just knock some guards to the ground to let him get a better shot.
Zargon didn't have one, of course, but he damn well should make one before he was pinned down by two enemies who were obviously trying to tank him out. He decided to focus not just power into his sword, but his essence as well - the procedure would be complicated, but not impossible.
He started to put his very essence in it, his hands leaking energy into the sword and making his body more physical and show more visible and slower regenerating damage as his regenerative ability went into the sword as well. He made up for it by swiping with every limb, focusing on The Red, but swishing some limbs at the lioness as well. His physical form would be torn to pieces quickly without his essence in it, something that his enemy would notice very quickly, but they still likely would not know what his next move would be, and that was what he counted on. He could let his physical form be destroyed and cast a human form spell later. If the lioness continued her assault the back end of his physical form would be destroyed in under 10 seconds after he started the process. He could finish the task in a short amount of time, but he would have to be able to have something left of his physical form to cast at full effectiveness.
His sword began pulsing with black and purple energy even as his body began to turn a grey color. The sword was extremely durable, but Zargon wondered if it was up for the task.
If not, well, the explosion would end the fight anyways.
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Artholath stood at a street corner, looking down at the engagement. Zargon appeared to be doing an essence shift; he had seen one in the early years of his existence. But there wasn't time to ponder exactly what the shift was for. He looked at the engagement.
While the combatants were strong, he doubted they were the targets. As he looked into the clump of guards, he felt... something. A type of magic used that reminded him of the early days.
His eyes locked onto a woman at the back, making casting moves. He allowed his eyes to shift into a dark swirling blue so he could see more clearly.
That must be the one.
He had two options; wait for another time, when there weren't a dozen guards in the way, or barrage them now and have a chance at killing his target, even though pursuit was guaranteed and if she survived, the next time wouldn't be so easy.
He made his decision and shifted into demon form right on the street corner. As he flexed lengthening fingers, he concentrated on the creation of ice spikes of a specific flavor.
If he wasn't going to finish the job, he could at least get a good start.
He pointed every one of his now 12 fingers at the direction of the clump of guards with his prey, and began shooting spikes of ice at them. These weren't intended to be fatal... yet. Just knock some guards to the ground to let him get a better shot.
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Can't say about him, but matter manipulation helps.
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I would ask the same about yourself.
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