Brimmlocke

RPG of my own using Tabletop Simulator computer program?

I do like the direction this idea is going in, I cant wait to get started.

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((Sorry for the short post))
Before he could firmly step foot in to the house stable enough the shrill sound of a wolf engrossed the center of his being with a rather resonant presence. A swift tingle engulfed the entirety of him, causing him to stop abruptly in still frame. His eyes first, following the rest of his body quickly jolted in an about-face back out the barely shut door. Wolves, were known to roam the majority of their lands, but rarely are any ever found roaming the outskirts of the city streets, and from the sound of it, any particularly this large in size.

Before passing through the door frame, he was immediately greeted by a sulfuric aroma that masked the air around the outside. Instantly, the startled prince firmly entrenched his stance into the ground; aimlessly but firmly grasping the grip of his right cutlass in regards to his suddenly provoked defense. Realizing that a terrorist like threat wouldn't be much of a considerable reason, he disengaged in a more composed stature fixing his expression in a foul manner, fanning the front of his face and sighing in antipathy as the stench crept up his nasal passage. The thought of exploding barrels of gunpowder crossed his mind, though it was highly unlikely that anything of the sort would be found in a place brimming with many a traveler.

He fixed his attention on Alexis as her sudden words drew his attention towards her. "Likewise" he proceeded, still slightly thrown off by the pungent smell. Unsure of her immediate proposal about where the remaining gem bearers, he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, reassuring himself that they were all indeed, strong trustworthy men. Alexis' sudden action compelled him in the direction of his own steed. He eyed over the back of his horse, pasting his attention back towards the streets, in search of anything seemingly, out of place as he prepared to mount. The familiar sound of trotting horse shoes could be heard off in the distance, followed by the appearance of a random wolf, and a woman perched upon a horse.

As she grew more near, she became instantly recognizable as the one who had been contacting him in his dreams. Her nod of recognition deemed more approving to him than the vague glimpses of her astral appearance would justify, aside from the increasingly more noticeable smell. He nodded back in confirmation of her, and her sense of client to client confidentiality; which was surprisingly poised. He reached into a satchel firmly tied on the side of the horses saddle, and pulled out a palm full of specially made horse feed, listening in at the sorceress but remained without an answer as he palm fed the horse. It was obvious that they wouldn't be there long. None the less, he mounted his horse and hooded himself, snapping the reigns of his horse to prepare it for travel.

RPG of my own using Tabletop Simulator computer program?

I've got a job now (just got it today) and have rather long hours. But I shall be checking it before I go in and on break.

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Ill be sure to do that. Another thing; I just got a job today I've got rather long hours. I go into work at 2pm - 12 am. Ill make sure to try and post.

RPG of my own using Tabletop Simulator computer program?

@ImportantNobody

I expected that. But I mean, will we take notes during the sim to help us better understand what we are going to write about afterwards? And What I meant by the 1 post thing was, Well each have an entire post. So if there are 6 people, we should expect 6 posts right?

RPG of my own using Tabletop Simulator computer program?

@ImportantNobody

I see! So basically, by the time we are actually done simulating for a day, and everything that has happened, we should all have one post each or something like that? That's in interesting take on role-playing.

RPG of my own using Tabletop Simulator computer program?

@ImportantNobody Okay. Say for instance we already established what we were going to do. Would we fist simulate an event that we want to happen on TT Sim, and then come to the thread and write the literature? How exactly would this work?

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The road to Kirin Taq was long and parched of much sights and entertainment. Horse shoe clatter, and the clanking of various types of metallic items were the only phenomenon uttering some sense of tonality. The fortuitous neighs and sputtering of the horse Prince Edgar sat upon could be added to the sense of vibrant ambiance upon this, otherwise, uncultivated road. Every now and then, he could would find himself briefly accompanied by travelers heading in various other directions, whom he would acknowledge with a fair wave and head nod though he kept his true identity, as Ruler of these lands, hidden under the hooded attire he was currently wearing. Some riders had fallen asleep upon their mounts, seemingly having faith solely in their horses sense of general direction. Others, who were less favorable of a mount were seen setting up various camps of to the sides of the road. This seemed like such an amazing idea to prince, but he knew that his destination grew near, and there was business of much importance to apprehend. With a snap of the reigns he had clasped firmly in his hands, and a verbal command to his horse, he quickened his pace to a swift gallop and set his aim back on the road in font of him.

Many minutes had passed, and he had not slowed his pace any. The eastern gates of the city of Kirin Taq came into his line of sight. He mad ready a Royal Permit, stamped, signed and sealed by the young prince himself; ordering that the merchant he was posing as be permitted though the city to deliver goods to the city just west of Kirin Taq. As he approached the guarded gate, he tugged firmly on the reigns signaling the horse to slow down to a steady trot as they grew closer, finally to a complete halt. With much confidence in his espionage, he forked over the grant letter to the guard that had approached him as he slowly dismounted, knowing that there was going to be very little, if any, exchange in words betwixt them. He had entangled the reigns around his right hand, in preparation to enter the city. With no further delay after reading the consent letter, the closer immediately signaled for the other to open the gates. They two saluted Edgar stiffly and astutely as crossed through the border of the city's walls. The moonlight revealed nothing but a most Machiavellian grin upon his face as the Magic barrier had been placed back up, and cloaked to simulate giant walls with a crackling, shimmering ring.

He felt the Sil'rithil resonate strongly from inside his left glove now that he was in a magic imbued city. He knew some of the others had already made it into the city even more so as he felt the haunting, lingering presence growing stronger, and stronger. He continued further into the city, adjusting the hooded part of his under-cloak, keeping his face immersed deeply into its lengthy brim. He could hear the clanking of patrol knight's armor as they marched by, and the distant chattering of the towns people who were still awake with their windows ajar. Every now and again he would lift his head to navigate the dark parts of some roads, until there was no mistaking that he had made it to the right place. He tied the horse off on a nearby post outside of the meeting area and proceeded to greet the to armored women standing outside.

"Forgive my delay. The voyage here deemed slightly perilous. Not but a few interruptions, but nothing life threatening to the point I couldn't handle."

He looked out towards the road, removing his hood as he sidestepped the moonlight and various flickering light of torches and candlelight, into a concealed, more shadowy part of the area.

"It seems we have a few more stragglers other than myself" he giggled monotonously and proceeded to sigh, "Though I'm certain the wait won't be too much longer" He eyed the road a few time more over before settling on going in side to parch his thirst.

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I like the idea of combining powers by the way, though it would have to be one person controlling them, and maybe only two at a time. (Otherwise we could give Edgar all five stones and he could magic everyone to death) It could also be very, very taxing on the user and overuse could even lead to comatose/death

@RPforthatPR

This is true. After all, his father was a good man at first.

@Manticore
I apologized for the errors that I had. I totally rushed the revised edition of it, as I didn't want to keep you guys (and myself) waiting for far too long. But I have fisxed it, and even went to add visual descriptions for something such as the gem stone, and weapons and such.

As far as the powers go, there are still more I was wishing to add, but I don't want to over-cumber the list at the moment. And I was considering actually putting descriptions of each power as to not confuse the reader. I'll get to that another time though. =]

I'm going to start the post here shortly. Tending to an elderly is a daily routine for me right now, until I can land a job (which should be next week. Pray for me).

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((Lemme know what you think))

Name: Prince Edgar Leviticus Bartholomew

Age: 25

Kingdom: Kingdom of the Barren Lands

Gemstone: Sil'rithil (The Stone of Mind)

Appearance: Edgar appears younger than his age portrays him to be. At times he can be found sporting a short scruffy goatee with thinly trimmed side burns that resemble a chiseled dragons teeth, giving him an older, more mature persona. Though usually he likes it to grow it out during the winter to keep his face warm from the sheer cold fronts of his territory. He keeps his brown hair usually cut just short of his shoulders, as he doesn't like to have much for enemy troops to attempt to grab hold grab hold. He has a slightly slender but highly robustuous, extraordinarily close-knitted, visually cleaved muscular structure. His yellow-ish eyes seem to glow under a star speckled sky, often getting him compliments from women far and wide.

Armour

Partial Under ArmourFull Battle Armor

Background: Prince Edgar, son of the late King Armagen, grew up in a land that at the time, was portentously on the brink of total anarchy and even more eminently malnourished. People all around bargaining anything they could from their housing, cattle, clothing, personal valuables; even some men's wives and daughters for more intimate services; all nestled upon a seemingly never ending clearance sale of desperation. Day in and day out, these people would fall deeper into their circumferential despair, just to make sure they had enough worth to make it to another day. In his case however, life was much different on the inside.

He never knew who his mother was, as he was far too young, and his father always seemed far too busy with various tasks to tell him about her; being that he was one of the main councilmen. Since his memories of her were very faint, he hardly ever contemplated about her whereabouts, though his unshaven face is a constant reminder of her elegance. He despises looking in the mirror because of it. He watched as his fathers frustration began to turn to subtle pity as he sought out a remedy for the sick state his land had fallen victim to. He decided shortly there after that he must help restore order and prosperity to his lands. He began to train in many different styles of combat and very versatile with the various weaponry available alongside his father's militia. He took such an affinity to the trade that soon he had surpassed even the highest of dukes ability for the art. It was then did he truly feel worthy of his title as Prince Edgar Leviticus Bartholomew; the Great even!

There befell a day where he had awoken to his father's sudden absence with no prior warnings to his leaving. He had found a note on his bedside dresser sealed in red wax and stamped by his fathers imperial ring. It had stated that he had to attend to a meeting with the surrounding kingdoms pertaining to the utter disregard and the well being of their land, and that he would be gone for a few weeks to a months time. The matured prince was used to his father's work and thought nothing much of the matter. He carried out his daily tasks as usual and took the partial responsibilities in upholding the state of their Kingdom in his fathers stead. The weeks had rolled by and still no word of his father. Not so much as even a message by carrier nor bird. He began to worry slightly and had made clear arrangements to set out with a platoon in search of the King. A week had passed the given month his father had promised. He had lined up the squadron outside the city walls in preparation to set off to the west where he believed his father was. And then almost harmoniously, his fathers horse had appeared reaching out of the horizon, bringing with him a feeling of new found glory. The entire Kingdom seemed to come to life with joy and much aspiration that their Kingdom would be restored to it's original wondrous glory.

Edgar began to see his fathers happiness renewed. It was as if the problems that had long plagued them hadn't existed. The crops had all grown back ten fold with an immense triumph; rich in the nutrients and tastes that they had all provided. The cattle had all flourished lavishly; they too growing back in unbelievable numbers, seemingly beyond their maximum health potential. Industrial wealth and the well being of all the natives had all be replenished critically. It was as if the God's had blessed their land with outrageous increase all for the price of nothing, or so Edgar had initially speculated. Something was definitely amiss in the young prince's eyes. There was this lingering, ominous presence the was conflicting the reality of the everything the prince had witnessed occurring. He noticed upon his father's arrival from the unintended council meeting the King's crown had been bedazzled with the like of jewels he had never seen before but thought very little of it, rationalizing that they had been given to him as gifts from the rulers of the surrounding kingdoms. Little did he realize though; there was Far more to it than that.

Rumor spread expediently of the King's marvel throughout all the surrounding kingdoms, and just as fast so did fear and discrepancies. Edgar noticed his father becoming evermore greedy, evermore Benevolent. People had began to make foul the name of his father and there were no leads as to why. The prince felt as if the plague had returned with a vengeful aftertaste. Sunrises passed, and the condition of his father had not gotten any better. He would witness the King spouting belligerent , ill mannered curses at their people for no reasons at all, flaunting about how they were all worthless and obstacles to his rise of dominance. This went on for months in many different scenarios until the day came where he had to make the difficult decision to partake in an unavoidable war.

For years, the war had laid waste to countless of innocent and guilty alike. Unrelenting fires burning as far as the eye could see. The soil had been soaked in copious amounts of blood. So much so that it had began to take on a rusty color. Bodies lay lifelessly in unorthodox patters with every step. None the less, Edgar was determined that he would not be taken victim. One night under a dimly lit campfire, Edgar had a rather Vivid night terror. He had seen the true intentions of his father's sudden leave some years ago; making a deal with an evil Sorceress named Moriana; the Evil Witch of Eddor'had, and woke up in a terrifyingly cold sweat. By this time, the prince had deemed his own father to be a crowning threat to his, and the many well beings of the entirety of the continent. It was HIS fault and he must atone for the relentless consternation that had transpired.

Immediately, he set off to put a halt to his father's deeds. When finally found him he noticed the jewels glistening vibrantly upon the crown. He felt that unsettling presence that came back with his father that day, though it seemed it had increased far beyond what he had originally felt. With no warning, he charged his father with the overwhelming intention to eliminate him. The battle went on for hours, and finally an advantaged had occurred that would give him the upper hand; and he took it. King Armagen had finally fallen, and with him the crown from his head. In his final minutes of life, he had returned mostly to the person he used to be so long ago. Fatigued, and disgruntled, Edgar seized the crown, and fled the scene.

Once again during the late evening hour, he had been contacted again in his dreams; only this time he had been aware of who it was and what they had wanted. Legend had been foretold about witches in their lands, but ever since the abolishing of witchcraft, few were ever really seen or heard of again to his knowledge, at least until now. The Sorceress sending him these messages went by the name of Shi'larra. He instantly had no doubt in his mind that this was the help he had long searched for, and put complete faith into their mutual proposal. He knew that the crown's jewels would draw much unwanted attention to him; and was also aware the whatever the presence was that had followed him these last few years would be close by; plotting against his will. He decided it was best to intrust four of the jewels to worthy soldiers he had fought alongside during the war and to keep the most menacing one, to him, for himself; at least long enough to have them utterly destroyed once and for all!

Personality: The prince has a very open personality. There is no one thing that can justify who he is. Usually he is charming, witty, optimistic, loyal, sarcastic, while also having striking leadership abilities, stern, forward thinking, bold initiative, independent, all with a high sense of integrity. They are not many who would dare think to get on his bad side. He has been know to become quite unpredictable under such circumstances.

Fighting skills: He has mastered a number of many fighting styles over the years spent training with his militia. From extreme close hand to hand combat, to various kicking and grappling styles. He has mustered the discipline to combine them all into one overall fighting style. He is also highly versatile in man weapons. His main weapons include the Gatling Bow, which he uses usually for long ranged strikes, a pair of custom made Cutlass Swords. He has also been know to use glaives, greatswords, flails, and countless others.
The Mind stone had a compendium of abilities all on its own including; Cosmic Awareness. Dream Manipulation, Divided Mind, Emotion Manipulation, Empathy, Hive Mind, Illusion Manipulation, Mental Manipulation, Memory Absorption, Memory Manipulation, Mind Control, Mind Exchange, Neurocognitive Deficit, Pain Inducement, Precognition, Psionic Equilibrium Distortion, Psionic Inundation, Psionic Shield, Psychic Constructs, Psychic Navigation, Psychic Shadow, Psychometry, Pushing, Telekinesis, Telepathic Communication, Telepathic Perception, Telepathic Reception, Telepathy, and far too many more. (I'll list later) Over use of the mind stone usually leads to intense brain aneurisms, seizures, dementia, short term Alzheimer's, dizziness, loss of all senses. Cases have know to get far worse in users who have no natural affinity for the gem.