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This is my second profile on here, and I have been Play-By-Post RPing for about nine years now. I do my best to see every RP to the end or at least let my character come to his/her own dramatic conclusion when I feel like signing off. Just like novel writing in real life, I tend to find myself on long hiatuses. Since writing is a great way to work out your brain, I try stay engaged as much as possible.

My favorite genres include futuristic worlds, mysteries, and super powers. Any mixture of these three elements will peek my interest.

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1-3 starter quests where they go in solo to complete the mission, like rescuing a kitten out of a tree. they command all the NPCs, and you'll go in after the write up to see how deep the crater was? Only afterward will they work together?

Could be fun.


In short, yes. I think you get it. If you're interested in trying it out. I'll go ahead and start a thread and have it live by Sunday at the latest. I'll tag you when it's ready.
Hey there, fellow roleplayers of The Role Player Guild!

I hope you're all doing well and enjoying your roleplay adventures. I wanted to reach out and gauge your interest in something a bit different and exciting that I have in mind. I've been thinking about a new roleplay concept and I'm eager to share it with you all. So, without further ado, here's what I have in mind:

(Side-Note: Some roleplays may already work like this, but this will be my first time GMing one quite like this.)

Concept: Quest-Based Adventure

In this new roleplay, I'll be providing the settings, character sheet guidelines, and, a variety of thrilling missions and quests. The quests will come with specific guidelines for completion, such as character stats, special skills, and other requirements that your characters will need to meet. The best part is, I'll also lay out most of the rewards you will get for completing each quest, although there will be some surprises along the way.

How It Works:

  • You'll create a level 1 character with a set of base stats. These starting stats will be the same for every player, ensuring a level playing field. However there will be starter missions available to all (1 to 3 post missions) that you can use to mold your character as you see fit. This will also give you a feel for how the leveling up / reward system works.
  • Then, you'll form parties with other players to tackle more challenging quests/missions. Between everyone in your party, before you begin, you'll make sure you meet all the requirements for the chosen adventure. Then you'll begin writing, filling us in on how exactly you accomplished your goals.


Why It's Unique:

Unlike traditional roleplays, I won't be actively managing each individual quest as the Dungeon Master. This means that the roleplay won't get stuck in the middle of a quest if I happen to get too busy with real-life commitments. My role will primarily be in creating exciting new quests and building the world around them, providing you with a dynamic and ever-evolving setting for your adventures.

Within the settings described in your quest, you may do anything you like. Destroy entire environments for all I care. As long as your influence doesn't directly affect the world outside that area, it's all fair game. I'll decide after your quest comes to a conclusion, how exactly your actions may have affected the rest of the world/area around your quest's setting.

The Setting:

The world we'll be delving into is a fairly standard fantasy realm, but I'll be adding some unique twists and turns to make it more my own. So, get ready for unexpected challenges, curious mysteries, and a world ripe for exploration.

I'm really excited about this concept, and I believe it could be a lot of fun for all of us. But of course, I want to hear from you! If this idea piques your interest, or if you have any questions or suggestions, please feel free to share your thoughts in this thread. I'd love to know if you'd be interested in embarking on this adventure with me.

Let's make this new roleplay a fantastic and collaborative experience. Looking forward to your feedback and, hopefully, your participation in this exciting new journey!

Update: Here is the new thread. It's almost live.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/191515-kin…

Best regards,
Balthazar007

Tempum City (K7), The True Ruler


His companion made the last throw. Another 5 points. This man was extremely consistent. His throwing technique was very helpful for helping Mougin learn. So far, they had a total of 24 points, beating the bodyguard's score by only a little.

Mougin moved away from the range and awaited their team's next move.



As the two teams were switching lanes, just as they were about to pass each other, Bradly spit at the ground right in front of Mougin and made direct eye contact. Mougin didn't seem to care, or perhaps he didn't notice. Neither did Rozzlo apparently. The two were indeed a stoic duo.

The only person that seemed rattled by this was Bradly's own partner, who's eyes widened when the spit hit the floor. To his relief, it didn't trigger any drama. The man could hold his own in a normal bar brawl, but he wasn't sure about this room full of giants and killers.

Once everyone was standing in place, Bradly made a little announcement. "Alright everybody, how about we actually try this time?" Then without looking at the board, he threw his axe and hit one of the blue dots, the killshots as they were called.

"I didn't say start." Lonny the referee stated plainly.

Bradly's eyes narrowed at the man, "I'll do a rethrow if you really want me to."

After thinking on it for a second, Lonny responded with, "No... I'll count it."

That throw was just a precursor. Bradly threw a perfect game, throwing the axe a different way each time, and after each throw he would look to see if his trick shot strategy was shaking Mougin and Rozzlo.

His throwing partner was throwing a good game too. The man only missed the bullseye once. After which, Bradly had a quiet word with him. He threw with extreme focus after that, which led to his otherwise perfect game.

Tempum City (K7), The True Ruler


He slowly tipping the rest of the drink into his mouth before turning to Rozzlo, who would apparently be his axe throwing companion.
"Come, let us throw axes." He said to him.
Not that Mougin knew much about throwing axes.



The official axe throwing competition was still a little less than an hour away, but Bradly didn't seem to care. He stood tall, watching with glossy eyes, as Mougin and Rozzlo made their way. Despite both of them being taller than Bradly, he continued to look high and mighty with his arms crossed and a face smirking.

In the throwing lane to the right of Bradly, there were two average looking men, one with a bald head and another with red hair. They hung their axes on the wall at the sight of Mougin and Rozzlo getting closer. They obviously didn't want any part of whatever was about to happen. The man Bradly had snatched the axe from was apparently friends with the others, because he too started to walk away.

The black haired, ponytailed man didn't get far before Bradly shouted at him. "Hey, where do you think you're going!?" The man stopped in his tracks but didn't turn around right away. "Yeah, you hear me." The man sighed, clenched his jaw, and turned to give Bradly a blank stare. "I need a partner, and you were throwing alone. So you're with me."

The man spoke in a calm tone as he tried to talk his way out of it. "My throwing partner's in the can. We're already registered."

"I'm sure your partner won't care if I take his spot for today. If he does, I'm sure we can come to some kind of agreement." Bradly had a reputation around this bar, around every bar really. Get into a scruff with him, and you'd end up in the hospital, on the brink of death for at least a week or two.

The man sighed again and nodded. He took a swig from his mug and walked back to Bradly's side. By this time, Mougin and Rozzlo had claimed the empty lane. Side by side, they took up the entire width of the lane, plus some.

"Hey, Lonny!" Bradly barked at a man who was sitting on a nearby high stool. The man named Lonny was wearing a black and white striped shirt, a referee's shirt. "Let's get this thing started!" Bradly ordered.

"Fine." The bald man answered through his large brown beard. His belly jiggled as he stepped off his stool. He walked closer, half empty beer in hand. "Everyone know the rules right?" He huffed.

Tempum City (K7), The True Ruler


... He knew what an axe was, it was for chopping down trees. How did one throw such a tool, and what would they be thrown at? Mougin was very curious indeed.


The four large "men" arrived at the tavern as the sun touched the horizon. Not that they had seen the sun in a while, the city's tall buildings had long since put it out of view, except for the occasional glimpse. Even still, the sky above glowed with a golden orange hue.

The metal door to the tavern slid open as they approached it, the way most doors opened in this city. Inside, however, it looked more rustic, with wooden floors and wooden furniture. Though, something about the wood looked abnormal to Mougin. It was all coated in a unscratched varnish. This added to the strength of the wood, even though it created an almost 'plastic' appearance.

"Axe throwing doesn't start for another hour." Mr. Robot pointed out as they walked into the room. "Let's get some drinks in us!" People parted ways as Mougin and his crew lumbered toward the bar.

"You fellas ain't gonna start any trouble tonight are ya?" The bartender asked, as they all stepped up to her bar. She was larger than any woman than Mougin had seen since he arrived in Tempum, the same hieght as Mr. Robot. He was the shortest out of the four, but still large by normal human standards. "Especially you, Bruny."

"Shit Molla, you know we're not the ones who start the shit. We just finish it!" Mr. Robot (aka Bruny) answered back. "Anyway, first round's on me guys." He then slammed a gold chip down on the bar. "Four, large, brown ales, ma lady!"

The bartender, Molla, picked up the gold chip with her gloved hand. The small display on the back of it showed a number. "Your short." She answered dryly.

"Damn it Molla." Bruny replied. But he didn't say anything else. He just tossed her another coin, which she also caught in her gloved hand.

After a quick glance at her display, she grunted and walked away to pour their drinks.

"Hey, Magin" Black Beard said quietly, as he elbowed Mougin for his attention. "Why's ole Bradly staring at you?" He was right. At the other end of the bar, Mougin saw a familiar face, the body guard from a week ago at the docks.

When Bradly caught Mougin's eye, he turned back his mug, finishing the rest of its contents. He then slammed it down, stood from his bar stool, and began to walk in their direction.

Tempum City (K7), The True Ruler


...The minotaur lumbered over to join the burly workers. He wasn't as uncomfortable as he used to be, partially because he was more used to the city, and partially because these men were closer in size to him than other humans. It was almost like being with his brothers.


"Alright boys!" The man with the cybernetic limbs exclaimed, as he smacked Mougin on the back. If Mougin was normal size, the smack would have dealt some damage. "Let's get a move on!"

"Hell yeah!" yelled out one of the other men. This man had a huge black beard that hid most of his facial features. In fact, he had hair on almost every exposed part of his body. Perhaps he was a beast-folk in human form?

The other man simply grunted in affirmation. He too wore a burly beard, but his was white, and not as long. This man was most likely a regular human. He was also larger than the two others, almost eye level with Mougin.

As Mougin and the three men walked down the street, people made sure to move out of their way. They weren't growling at people or anything, it was just their shear size that everyone seemed to fear.

"Magin, right? Do you like throwing axes?" Mr. Black Beard asked. "Milo's Tavern has a weekend axe throwing league, and Rozzlo here needs a partner." The white haired man (Rozzlo as it would seem) looked at Mougin with a blank stare, not menacing, but cold.

Tempum City (K7), The True Ruler


...The minotaur exited the hostel and took breathed in the evening air. It was the day before the 'weekend', a 2 day period where he didn't have to work. The perfect time for him to explore. Mougin sauntered out and made his way towards the most infamous street in Tempum city, hoping he could find something to work with.



The evening air was covered by a blanket of fog. Between that and the shadows cast by the surrounding buildings, there were many ally ways which were too dark to see down. Yet even these dark allys were as alive as the streets which Mougin walked, because within them, even darker shadowy figures shifted about.

"Hey, Majin" A familiar voice called out. "Wanna get a drink with me and the boys?" It was the bald man he'd worked with those many nights ago, the one with the cybernetic enhanced arms. Only now, he had the legs to match. The two had worked together on the docks a few more times since then, but he'd only ever mentioned his name once, and when he did, there was loud construction that drowned his words out completely.

The two burly men on either side of Mougin looked familiar as well, but they weren't dockworkers, not that Mougin knew at least. Perhaps he'd passed them in the streets?

So here Mougin stood, being invited to have a drink with a man that could never get his name quite right and his two buddies who Mougin knew even less. What better way to start an investigation than with a few liquored up knuckleheads?

Tempum City (K7), Night at the Docks - Epilogue


...He didn't really have the energy to think about the repercussions of his actions, so he didn't. Tomorrow's matters could wait for tomorrow.

Mougin trailed after the officer, making sure the children didn't lag behind.



An hour after Mougin left with Officer Charles and the children...

Mr. Silum took a sip of his wine. He sat in the same chair where he had sat when he had dinner with Mougin.

To his left, sitting in one of the "normal" sized chairs, his armored body guard / ship captain set his mug down with a thud. "So, do you want me to take care of that big oaf for you? I can make it look like an accident."

Mr. Silum gently set his own drink down. "He did cost us quite a bit of money in merchandise, but no Bradly... not yet at least. He's under the eye of that boy scout right now." He then picked up his drink once more and stood up at the same time. His chair slid out from behind him as he drank the last sip from the glass. Then, without warning, he threw the glass across the room; it shattered against the wall.

With that, Mr. Silum exited the room. Leaving his armored underling, Bradly, behind to stew in the moment. The shaggy haired man did so with a subtle grin on his face. With one hand he pulled out a small smartphone-like device from his shirt pocket, with the other he took another gulp from his mug. The display on the device in his hand showed a picture of Mougin, from the waist up.

Tempum City (K7), Night at the Docks


...It was really a strange coincidence that Charles would be the one at the dock tonight; if Mougin made it out of this in one piece, he would have to buy him lunch.



Officer Charles watched as the hulking minotaur walked toward him, after producing some very damning evidence of slavery on this boat. What he did next (or attempted to do rather) was raise a fist above the officer's head. With very little malice, but a clear intent to strike, he then lowered the fist. Of course, this was far too telegraphed and the officer had seen way too many combat situations. The strike swiped at air, as Officer Charles took a boxers sidestep to avoid it.

"What the hell was that?" He asked immediately. But before Mougin could respond, the officer simply shook it off. "And who are these kids?" He asked his question while still eying Mougin, but he turned his head halfway toward Mr. Silum. The question was clearly aimed at the mob boss himself.

Mr. Silum answered with a practiced tongue. "To be honest officer, I don't know. As you saw, they weren't on the manefest. Maybe the captain here can explain it to all of us." His statement was pointed toward his armored body guard, who it seemed, also happened to be the captain of the boat.

"Yeah..." The man started. "I was attacked by pirates, on my way back from Lothiga City. That's why I arrived so late tonight. They must have thought I would be easy picking, because they attacked without hesitation. Dumb move on their part. I disabled their ships weapons and then opened my docking bay so that they could board my ship. I'm not one to run away from a fight. There were about thirty of them, and they didn't stand a chance." The armored captain took a pause, as if waiting for praise from his captive audience. "Anyways, after I took care of them. I took some crates from their ship, including that one." He pointed to the crate the kids had just fallen out of. "I didn't know what was inside any of them. I swear."

"Did you just admit to murder and looting?" Officer Charles asked, point blank.

"He did." Mr. Silum interjected. "But since all this happened on international waters, you don't have jurisdiction. At least, that's how it sounds to me."

Officer Charles' face twisted with displeasure. "You're right. But it is my responsibility to pass on this information to those that will be investigating this. You got surveillance footage to back up your story?"

"Of course," The armored captain/guard answered merrily.

Charles sighed and took a moment to think before making his next move. "Alright Jimmy, I trust you to gather the footage. I'm taking these kids to the station. I have to get them back home."

"No problem Charles" the second officer answered dully.

"Of course, of course." Mr. Silum said cheerily. "As soon as we opened their container and found them, we would have brought them to you anyways. This just saves us the trouble." He then looked at Mougin with a gleam in his eye. "How about you help him with that crate Mougin? You can go with him to the station too. He may need your help translating. They look like your kind." He then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out three gold disks. "These have twenty coins each. It's more than we agreed upon, but I like the initiative you showed today. Stop by my restaurant any time you're looking for work."

He then pressed the three disks together and threw them across the room toward Mougin. The disks remained stuck together with a magnetic force, making them easy to catch.

Tempum City (K7), Night at the Docks


...It was... extremely heavy, and very large, making it extremely awkward to maneuver. His head was bowed forward, making it difficult to see where he was going. He knew his strength wouldn't last very long. But that was fine - if he timed it correctly, he wouldn't be holding it for very long. And besides, the plan wasn't relying on brute strength, but humankind's beloved deception. He was relying on his previous experiences in the city, brief as they were, along with some tenuous connections he had not had the opportunity to check. The plan was built on shaky foundations, but it was the best he could come up with on short notice. It was simple, and held little consideration for his future in the city. But he didn't really mind. If he succeeded then he would be safe enough, and the children would be alright too.

If he failed, then so be it.



Mr. Robot Arms looked shocked as Mougin began to lift the large metal container. "What the hell...?"

Then came an exasperated sigh from behind, and suddenly, the once heavy object became 100 times lighter, still heavy for the average person, but incredibly light for Mougin.

On the back side of the large metal box, the pale skinned woman floated. Her legs were crossed, as if sitting mid-air, and she rested one hand on the side of the container. Her small frame was completely hidden behind the large obstruction. Robot Arms knew she was back there, but anyone else entering the ship would not. They would only see Mougin, effortlessly holding a massive object above his head.

Speaking of people entering the ship...

Officer Charles appeared in the entryway. The sight of Mougin stopped him breifly in his tracks. Then he started walking forward again, cautiously. "Hey there big guy. I didn't think I'd see you so soon. What do you got there?"

Mr. Silum's body guard was right behind Charles, as the officer spoke. By the end of his question, Mr. Silum and the second officer also appeared in the doorway. Mr. Silum eyes bulged when he saw Mougin. Was he suprised to see him lifting such a heavy container? Or was he worried, because he knew what was inside? Or both?

In any case, the finely dressed gentleman composed himself quickly. He didn't speak however. He too seemed interested in what Mougin had to say for himself. He and everyone else in the room waited, in silent anticipation.
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