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hey there!

Welcometo the Guild, @meri! If you enjoy Fantasy & Sci-fi, you may love the new roleplay I've recently set up. Its an original work about the crew of an advanced exploration vessel accidentally hopping dimensions and crashing on a Fantasy world full of magic and chaos. There is heaps of worldbuilding potential, and/or sci-fi survival antics depending on your character!

Link is here if you wanna check it out: roleplayerguild.com/topics/189457-the…

Discord is here: discord.gg/kJDdAzHN

Hope to see you around

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Welcome to the Guild, @atooksays! I like your style

The Zumi has landed!

Welcome to the guild, @Azumi00!

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Welcome to the guild, @Grip!

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@nogitsune welcome back to the Guild!

Hi! I'm Pomu (but not really)!

@PomuEnjoyer welcome to the Guild!

Hi Guildies. Coming back after years.

@Aiyanna welcome back to the Guild! If you enjoy Fantasy & Sci-fi, you may love the new roleplay I've recently set up. Its about the crew of an advanced exploration vessel accidentally hopping dimensions and crashing on a Fantasy world full of magic and chaos. There is heaps of worldbuilding potential, or sci-fi survival antics depending on your character!

Link is here if you wanna check it out: roleplayerguild.com/topics/189457-the…

Discord is here: discord.gg/kJDdAzHN

If thats not for you, i hope you find what you're looking for and enjoy your return

The Cradle

Gazes Fondly purred, and appeared to grin.

“Wonderful. Let's get locked in.”

Chitnarit bristled and clacked about, positively furious. There was no way she would let Gazes out of her sight, suit or no suit. “Let's make haste. The beasts will not notice either way.”

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While they were talking, the Rothian vessel had dropped through Psi-Helios’ atmosphere. The crew could barely feel anything. It swept high and quiet over one of the planet’s lakes, almost completely camouflaged against the sky. Morgrawalai roots supped at the water and covered the landmass, from the shore up to the mountains behind. Large winged creatures slapped their wings against the water as they hunted for food.

The ship whirred over to a long mountain range with innumerable outcroppings and attempted to land inside a large cave, several times larger than its own profile. Morg roots crept across the roof and walls, their colour changing as they went from outside to inside.

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

@EliteCommander

A fair point, to save both of us any grief. I was thinking of going with my original idea. And go with a faction/race that are mostly assassins or are skilled in covert ops. I was thinking their whole culture would be based around jesters and or clowns. I'm unsure If they should be knowledgeable in magic, or are more tech focused. But they could be other professions to try and fit into being part of the crew. So my character specifically could be the bartender or maybe part of security.

@Eviledd1984

Hey! Thank you for your interest. As others have said, if you're interested on being on the Jotunheim before it crosses over to Kanth Amerek's dimension, you'll need to be Human and not magic-affiliated. You could be an assassin, but one who has found themselves stowing away on the Jotunheim to avoid being slaughtered on the concourse. I don't know how the jester theme could possibly play here without seeming strange, however.

If you were happy to have no current affiliation with Humans or the Jotunheim, you could create a sect of killer jesters of whatever species you desired. However, it'd need to work within the current geo-political framework we've got. The continent is generally in disarray, but most rulers would not want a cult of assassins anywhere near them, so they'd have to be remote. Unless...one of them made a deal to host your faction in return for not being killed.

Some food for thought. I'd highly recommend you workshop any ideas with @EliteCommander to increase your chances of being accepted!

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

The Jotunheim Engineering department was mostly contained within one claustrophobic room. There were four main control areas including Life Support, which mostly looked out over a complicated sprawl of wires and pipes that connected the Tamerlane FTL drive in the middle with the three enormous engine pods in back. It was pretty loud, and stank of fuel.

“I can give you 7.25%, no more right now! Should be enough to activate two segments.” Zhao snapped at Vigdis while standing over the engine room’s central console. She wore a dirty navy boiler suit with Tamerlane’s horse archer logo on the back and curlers in her dark hair kept in place by netting. The other engineers had returned to their stations, where they hawkishly monitored engine and life support systems as the ship completed its final pre-flight checks.

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“Let us in!” Darnell shouted, pounding on the shuttle bay's airlock door.

Looking frantically around, his eyes landed on the door’s control panel again. “How do I talk through this thing…” He muttered, pressing all the buttons at once.

Ezra kept his assault rifle levelled at a short young woman who he’d caught securing her mech suit to the floor. He knew all too well how dangerous those Javelin bots could be, even when demilitarised, so he didn't plan on letting its pilot out of his sight.

“How do we unlock this door, or talk to the crew?” Ezra asked Eva, his accent thick when speaking in English.