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Spelljammer: Trol's Trollbashers (D&D 3.5)

Imagine a universe where square worlds spin around gemstone suns. Where planets lie cradled in the roots of an oak tree so vast its leaves twirl around brightly burning suns. Where ships of wood sail the void between worlds, and battle each other with catapult and ballista, spell and sword. Where an asteroid may be a safe harbor, a slaver's den, or a hungry creature eager to devour any that pass by. Where daring swashbucklers and scoundrels race for fantastic treasures and literally touch the stars. Where terrifying beasts with the power to destroy whole worlds roam.

Spelljammer was originally conceived as another setting for Advanced Dungeons and Dragons, but instead of making yet another stand-alone setting, Spelljammer was designed to link together all of the settings of the time into a single universe. Or perhaps multiple unified universes, because each setting has its own Ptolemaic universe, called a Sphere. All of the various Spheres float within a space called The Flow, filled entirely with a substance known as Philostigon. Philostigon is gaseous, highly flammable, rainbow-colored, cannot exist within a Sphere, and non-soluble in water. This means you can play as a character from just about any established D&D setting- though Ravenloft is set in the demiplane of dread (and is thus off-limits), and Athas (the setting of Dark Sun) has been blockaded by Gith pirates for centuries.

This is a 3.5e D&D campaign, starting at fifth level. Given the eclectic, cosmic clusterfuck that is Spelljammer, I'm allowing pretty much any WOTC-published source if you run it by me first. Just remember that something led you to accept a contract to work for an eccentric dwarven mercenary company that hops around the cosmos.

Shattered World - Mecha RP

I don't really think The Duke could abandon his city.

Shattered World - Mecha RP

Name: Joe Gibson
Sex: Male
Appearance: TBD
Concept: A junker from the pre-apocalyptic post-apocalyptic ruins of Detroit. A scavenger for the Duke of Detroit, sovereign lord of Proto-Neo-Detroit, Joe has lived his whole life among roaring engines. During a dive in Lake Erie in search of a crashed Chinese satellite which the Duke thought would make a bitchin' hood ornament for his Hyperlimo, Joe discovered a massive underwater complex. Turns out this was the sunken giant robot, Cosmolossus, which registered Joe as its entire 500-man skeleton crew.

Skills:
Face: 2
-Charm: 0
-Bluff: 0
-Putdown: 3

Brain: 3
-Notice: 1
-Out-Think: 1
-Remember: 1

Hands: 4
-Punch: 2
-Block: 2
-Engineer: 3

Guts: 4
-Courage: 1
-Wind:
-Wrestling: 1

Feet: 2
-Dodge: 0
-Kick: 0
-Athletics: 0

Relationships: You have six points to distribute.
- Proto-Neo-Detroit (3): His hometown, he saw it go from a crime-filled husk of industry before the Great Traffic Jam to reclaim its former glory as Motor City.
- The Duke of Detroit (3): A truly inspirational figure, he lifted Detroit back to a state above and beyond the rest of Michigan after the apocalyptic Great Traffic Jam of 20XX. His ideals of industrial power, the comraderie of grease monkeys, bitchin' wheels, guitar solos, and the love of the open road are the governing principles of Motor City.

Mecha:
Name: Cosmolossus, The Master of Hyuj
Appearance:

Hider

Origin: Cosmolossus was once the transforming flagship of the galaxy-spanning Empire of Hyuj, a symbol of their glory and superiority in spaceborne combat. Of course, the ship wasn't designed to ever land, and when a life support malfunction forced the crew to make a controlled crash landing on Earth 65 million years ago, the resulting impact created a large crater beneath what is now Lake Erie. The stranded crew made their way west, where they eventually evolved into Sasquatch. Much of Cosmolossus' functionality is lost due to corrosion- the Cosmo Cannon's radiation collectors are crusted over. After eons of decay, it has exactly one remaining advantage- its overwhelming size.
Theme: youtu.be/pAUiRwqpaG4
Size: 5
Finishing Move: Cosmic Crush- just reaches out and squishes the foe
Hit Locations:

Torso & Head: 1-4, 10 points
-Defend (Soaking Hits)
-Attack (Cosmic Splash)
-Size x3
-Tough x4
-Strong x2

Arms: 3 (5-7), 8 points
-Attack (Cosmic Pressure)
-Size x3
-Splash x1
-Strong x1
-Tough x2

Legs: 3 (8-10), 7 points
-Useful (leg thrusters, transformation)
-Size x3
-Fast x2
-Tough x2

Shattered World - Mecha RP

Fallen Trinity isn't the GM, people. Ignore anything they say about the system.

Shattered World - Mecha RP

Name: Joe Gibson
Sex: Male
Appearance: TBD
Concept: A junker from the pre-apocalyptic post-apocalyptic ruins of Detroit. A scavenger for the Duke of Detroit, sovereign lord of Proto-Neo-Detroit, Joe has lived his whole life among roaring engines. During a dive in Lake Erie in search of a crashed Chinese satellite which the Duke thought would make a bitchin' hood ornament for his Hyperlimo, Joe discovered a massive underwater complex. Turns out this was the sunken giant robot, Cosmolossus, which registered Joe as its entire 500-man skeleton crew.

Skills:
Face: 2
-Charm: 0
-Bluff: 0
-Putdown: 3

Brain: 3
-Notice: 1
-Out-Think: 1
-Remember: 1

Hands: 4
-Punch: 2
-Block: 2
-Engineer: 3

Guts: 4
-Courage: 1
-Wind:
-Wrestling: 1

Feet: 2
-Dodge: 0
-Kick: 0
-Athletics: 0

Relationships: You have six points to distribute.
- Proto-Neo-Detroit (3): His hometown, he saw it go from a crime-filled husk of industry before the Great Traffic Jam to reclaim its former glory as Motor City.
- The Duke of Detroit (3): A truly inspirational figure, he lifted Detroit back to a state above and beyond the rest of Michigan after the apocalyptic Great Traffic Jam of 20XX. His ideals of industrial power, the comraderie of grease monkeys, bitchin' wheels, guitar solos, and the love of the open road are the governing principles of Motor City.

Mecha:
Name: Cosmolossus, The Master of Hyuj
Appearance:

Hider

Origin: Cosmolossus was once the transforming flagship of the galaxy-spanning Empire of Hyuj, a symbol of their glory and superiority in spaceborne combat. Of course, the ship wasn't designed to ever land, and when a life support malfunction forced the crew to make a controlled crash landing on Earth 65 million years ago, the resulting impact created a large crater beneath what is now Lake Erie. The stranded crew made their way west, where they eventually evolved into Sasquatch. Much of Cosmolossus' functionality is lost due to corrosion- the Cosmo Cannon's radiation collectors are crusted over. After eons of decay, it has exactly one remaining advantage- its overwhelming size.
Theme: youtu.be/pAUiRwqpaG4
Size: 5
Finishing Move: Cosmic Crush- just reaches out and squishes the foe
Hit Locations:

Torso & Head: 1-4, 10 points
-Defend (Soaking Hits)
-Attack (Cosmic Splash)
-Size x3
-Tough x4
-Strong x2

Arms: 3 (5-7), 8 points
-Attack (Cosmic Pressure)
-Size x3
-Splash x1
-Strong x1
-Tough x2

Legs: 3 (8-10), 7 points
-Useful (leg thrusters, transformation)
-Size x3
-Fast x2
-Tough x2

Mecha Game In The Style of Super Robot Wars

I got an idea for an OG machine. The sole gimmick is being huge, though.

A Spark Of Insanity (Multiverse RP)

Looking the girl over, Haruki spoke up.

"So, I feel it bears asking, so we know where to go from here. You've got an unnatural hair color, you've got those huge shiny fisheyes that seem to go past the sides of your head."

Haruki inhaled, putting his hands together and pointing them toward Ruukoto, asking the hard questions.

"Are you an alien too, or just part of whatever subculture's popular among girls your age this week?"

Bingo Fight- A Heroic Excursion

As the other names rang out, the lamp monster skidded to a stop, trying to remember something- right before Lance punched him square in the spout. Staggering backwards and swearing under his breath, the creature gripped his nose and winced. SNAKE, he could handle. But there were now multiple dudes in spandex. Enough to form a five man team. Well, that was starting to sound like a fight he couldn't cheat his way through, and that just wasn't fair.

"Alright, this shindig's getting a little crowded. Later, assholes!"

OKAY: SMOKE!

The lamp monster dissolved, floating away in wisps of smoke towards the road below. Meanwhile, what paper men weren't destroyed or already occupied began rushing those still present. Those engaged with MERCH began moving to surround him, screeching to each other- though it seemed the punches and kicks were enough to stagger them. Those facing DEITY tried a different tactic, picking up heavy quarry stones and throwing them, obviously afraid to get in close. BURST's foes kept trying to duck the attacks and grab his legs.

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Meanwhile, down at the road, smoke with glowing yellow eyes floated among the exhaust. Slipping in and out of open windows, through the air conditioning, he looked around like a weasel stalking its prey.

Okay, okay. I can't beat them fair. But the rules don't say anything about EFFORT. I can just snipe the kills, right? Right.

The smoke floated into a new vehicle. A trucker sat in his cab, windows rolled down and smoking a cigarette, didn't seem to notice as the exhaust coming in the window floated to the top of his cab and stared down. Already, he was late with his delivery. Laying into the horn, he shouted in exasperation as he gesticulated angrily at traffic.

"Uuuuugh! Come the fuck on! I wish these fucking cars would just move already!"

"MEEEEYEEEEHEHEHEHESSSSS!"

The smoke at the cab's roof returned to its form as a lamp monster, cackling as the truck driver yelled and scrambled out of the cab, trying to get as far away as possible. The lamp monster shrugged.

"Well that was rude! Nonetheless, O Random Asshole, your wish is my command!"

OKAY- GENIE!

Smoke emitted from GENIE's nose, forming letters as it floated into the radio- T-R-U-C-K. The tractor-trailer began shaking as GENIE jumped out the passenger's side, watching the truck twist, contort, and shrink. The trailer became two shinguards. Headlights stretched to form eyes in proportion to the enormous head-torso formed by the grill as the exhaust pipes on either side became chrome arms.

"Breaker breaker, big wheel! I'll shake the trees, you dodge the leaves!"

With that, the truck monster blared its horn and began walking steadily towards the car in front of him, panicked drivers already fleeing as he lifted the empty car and tossed it to the side of the road. GENIE clapped for a moment before turning back to smoke and drifting away.

"Aaaand 10-42 on the road leading by the quarry! But that's what you get fer stackin' yer rollerskates!"

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Shattered Heaven (JoJo Fan RP. Looking for Players!)

Freebird WIP

Freebird

Male, Straight, 45 years, Animal Stand User

Quiet Riot

Stand Ability: [QUIET RIOT]

Power - C
Speed - C
Range - B
Durability - A
Precision - E
Potential - B

Quiet Riot absorbs sounds so they can be played back later- either individually or all at once in cacophonous blasts.

Personality

Having learned his Spanish from criminals, Freebird's vocabulary is extremely rough and vulgar. Which suits him just fine- he's older and smarter than most of the people he meets. His English is awful, forcing him to speak like a typical parrot- picking up the right words, figuring out the context, and repeating them. This suits him just fine- humans getting their asses handed to them by an animal tend to be humiliated by the experience.

An experienced criminal just like his late friend, Freebird sees no problems with using theft, intimidation, extortion, and outright murder to get his way. Despite this, he has a sort of honor-

Biography

The rainforest of Oaxaca, 1957. A particularly good year for El Nino, and not so much for the people of Mexico. A scarlet macaw was wounded by a ferocious storm, slammed against the window of a house and barely hanging on to life. He was saved by a starving Mexican child who reared him back to health and released him. When he was well, he would fly back and forth between the jungle and his human friend's home, bringing trinkets and jewelry stolen from tourists so the boy and his father could afford food. One day, the boy's father suggested clipping the bird's wings, fearing their son might lose a lifelong friend to predators or poachers. When this came up, the parrot fled, the child shouting he was a free bird. But the Freebird would always return. Throughout the boy's life, Freebird stuck loyally by his side, watching as the boy grew into a leader of men and learning to speak fluently. When the boy turned 17, he took a job with a stranger. Freebird didn't understand what the job WAS per se, but it involved carrying white bricks and taking a pistol to deal with anyone who tried to stop him. This child was Lynyrd Skynyrd, who would work his way up from a mule to becoming the head of one of Mexico's most dangerous drug cartels.

The road was long and rough, and the boy and bird's hands were quite dirty by the end. But 30 years later, they were on top of the world. Lynyrd was accepting a bribe from some archaeologist in exchange for safe passage through the jungle, and Freebird sat on his perch by the window. The archaeologist was going on about finding an arrow of strange make in one of their digsites, producing a box containing a golden arrowhead as proof.

Other

Anything we forgot goes here

A Spark Of Insanity (Multiverse RP)

Fussing over his appearance- making sure his horns were appropriately clean, trying to make sure he wouldn't track water in, and most importantly making sure no fish were still biting him- Haruki followed Harvey. He leaned down and whispered to the fish.

"So, royalty's usually busy. We're expecting a wait of, what 20, 30 minutes? You think we'll be "detained"?"

Louder enough for the koopas to hear, he continued.

"...and remember, the smaller fork's for salads. If they have chopsticks, don't put them straight up and down or cross them, that's bad luck..."