berd

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

You have complete creative freedom. Just keep in mind most of you will be starting level adventurers, with similar magic skills.

@Zelosse

It's more that I was worried I'd come back from work on the weekend to 50+ posts in the span of three days. There's just no way I can keep up a pace like that anymore. Too many life responsibilities.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Taking something classically offensive, like fire or lightning, and giving them a more defensive twist. For instance, burning away damage to the party, summoning creatures made out of lighning to guard the party, boosts, wards, etc. So like I said, very close to yours. But it's also up in the air cause I like to tie that stuff to the type of character I play so it fills a larger theme. Their powers reflecting their personality, current situation, and goals.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Well healing is a part of it, but that tends to be played down in combat unless people are regularly getting chopped up in this thing.

@berd Ah, I read cleric and thought you'd be more along the lines of a classical healer. Whoops.

@Guilty Spark

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Actually pretty close to my plan for character abilities. So perhaps a more offensive mage then? Hmmm. Character concept options are a bit muddy since I just stumbled upon this thread and have no idea who or what I want to play as.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

I really don't have a preference, although I'm personally leaning towards cleric or white mage. Something that belongs in the second or third lines. What is the expected posting rate?

Edit: Ha ha, Spark beat me too it.

All Cities Must Fall (Original, Accepting)

Loam, with the enemy dead for the most part and nothing better to do, complied with the blonde's request. Whether she was a Screamer or not didn't really matter. All that came with the name were just bitter memories of being left behind, considering their situation it didn't matter either.

He ambled off, taking a few nips of moonshine as he went. It wasn't hard to find his way back to where the dragon landed. He'd been right there after all. Getting the chance to survey his handiwork was something Loam didn't often get the chance to do. Being in the moment he often glossed over what happened and why, but here it all was laid out in broken bodies. God damn, it was satisfying.

He found her not long after, wandering alone, naked, and bleeding. He also got to hear the last of her comments to herself. He didn't know much about dragons or wings, but if she said the wing had to go, well, who was he to argue?

"Ey lass. Seems some trouble's found you. Don't worry, good ol' Loam will set you right. Still..."

His tone was frank. He dropped his jug and sheathed sword in front of her.

"A few tucks of that for the pain, then bite down. Don't need you swallowing your tongue when I lop it. Don't get too drink too much either. You'll need to sear it shut after."

His preamble done, he grabbed the broken wing firmly. It was mostly to emphasize his point, but also to let her know it was about to get worse in a moment.

Empowered!!! (Closed)!

Hey guys, sorry to come in with bad news, but I think I'm going to have to drop this RP. Nothing against any of you. I literally can't keep up with so much posting so quickly. You can use Joanna as you see fit. I guess I'll see you around.

All Cities Must Fall (Original, Accepting)

Clawed legs cut and beat him, but Loam held firm. Riding the thing's midsection he held its mouth at bay with his scabbard while he stabbed its abdomen with the broken end of his sword until it finally pierced the beast's carapace. He rode the death throes and extracted himself from the mess when it was over.

Nine. This would be number nine. The ones in the air were the problem of the dragons. He took advantage of the reprieve to secure his busted longsword in the scabbard and grab a spare one dropped by one of the defenders. No time to patch himself up, but at least he could catch his brea-

Then a dragon shaped comet streaked past him, followed by six more armored shapes that hit the ground with the force of cannon balls. When Loam found his feet again the five survivors of the impact were already on him, smelling his blood and metal. He kicked up a nearby spear to impale the one at the front, but it's fellows simply tore through the new obstacle and came at him.

There was no time for thinking or tricks. Loam lashed out viciously with his blunted sword, hitting the Skeeter's eye hard enough to dig into the head. Wings cut him and he whirled, driving his new sword into another. Mouths bit him. It was a whirling savage dance, but in the end Loam stood over the broken bodies bloody and mangled, but alive.

With the same stubborn determination that had propped him up all his life Loam walked away from the carnage to find the next bug to squash.

Empowered!!! (Closed)!

"So, here we are."

Joanna panned the camera over the furnished living room of the apartment. It was tidy, clean, and thoroughly bare of any type of personality. It was banal in its sterility. Personally she was glad of that. It meant, as far as she could tell right now, that the place was perfect to imprint some personality upon. Besides, considering some of the shit-holes she'd stayed at recently...

She flipped the camera and the display back on herself. She had to admit, she looked tired. The fact that her jacket was soaked and ger hair was plastered to her head didn't help dispel that impression at all.

"I know you guys were looking forward to the trip to Santiago. So was I. It's just not going to happen with all the infrastructure damage that those storms caused. I said in the last video that I'd figure out what to do after getting here and my answer is... an in-depth look at living in Atlanta. Cascade Heights, Aatlanta, Gerogia. Home sweet home for the next few months."

"I don't usually do this, but I've wanted to do something like this for a while. To stay somewhere long enough to get more exposure to the good and the bad. Whether these vlogs do well or not, we'll see. I just want to say thanks for the support, it means a lot and I'll see you in the next video. JOurneyer signing off."

That ending could've been better, but Joanna didn't have the stength to care at this point. She made a beeline for her bed and collapsed. There was a spring in the lower right quadrent that would pop in a year. The far right cabanet in the kitchen had a screw loose. Her jacket was fine, but a higher quality leather would look and feel better. The list went on and on.

She wasn't even shocked by it any more. Two weeks of suggestions, warnings, and information were getting to normal by this point. The intrusive thoughts only served to exhausted her. She just wanted them to turn off for a while so she could sleep.

The bathroom sink needs drano to clear a clog.

"Oh god..."

Empowered!!! (Closed)!

Well what you're suggesting is thermal control and absorption which is a similar, but different, beast than ice powers and fire powers. Ice powers suggest the creation or manipulation of water particles to an effect. The same for fire manipulation. Air is not combustible without a source of ignition and/or fuel and the presence of an oxidizer like oxygen. Oily rags can spontaneously combust since there is oil on the rag and the oil has a low combustion temperature. Ice works in a similar way, but needs water to condense to have any form. Considering the origin point of the cold is your character, he or she would freeze solid before the environment would.

The power level of this ability relies solely on how much control your character has over things like origin point, area of effect, and your character's willingness to harm others to use it. They'd be a real detriment in a group battle without proper control. Usefulness in a solo fight also needs to consider the speed at which these transfers take place. An alien, fist, or bullet hurtling towards you doesn't stop just because it gets really cold really fast