Deaddlife

After The Plague

I'm interested and have both character and world building experience, I haven't ever done a stone age rp though. I'll get a NS up soon.

Nation sheet
Name of country: The Restored Lands

Race: Gwill

Population: (small is rather unclear)

Organization: Tribe. The Gwill are led by a council of six elders, one for each of the elements. The strongest wielder of an element is by definition an elder. In the event of an impasse the elders of Life and Death have the final say and must reach consensus.

Religion: Shamanism. All things are a combination of the six element which are all a gift of the creator. All Gwill are taught magic from a young age and those who reject magic or the idea of the creator are pitied.

Shelter: Treehouses. Built both among the tree tops and within the roots, the Gwill find or use magic to shape natural dwellings. Those who cant find housing find refuge in gardens or on roofs.

Location: (will wait on map)

Wildlife/Geography: Heavy swampland, mostly water. Wildlife is densely populated.

Race sheet
Name: Gwill

Changes: The plague warped select members of humanity, sapping their strength and size, draining their flesh of color, leaving them to wither. But there are those who survived, those who would become the Gwill.

Appearance: Gwill and humanoids but only stand at roughly a half to a third the size of a man. Their skin is a dust grey that blends well with shadow but this effect is ruined by other features. Their straight hair for example is a brilliant white with an almost spiny quality that can easily be seen in most lightings. Finally each Gwill has bright, colorful eyes that match the color of their magic.

Advantages: Elemental magic (life, death, fire, water, air, earth.)

Disadvantages: As most can tell by their size the Gwill are weak. Additionally the Gwill area soft hearted people, acts of aggression are not in their nature.

Lifecycle: Gwill are considered mature at age 14, and are considered old at age 30. However many Gwill live well over a hundred with the record being 182 years.

Scientific Team for Exploration and Mechanics research company (S.T.E.A.M research. co.)

As tired as Nathan was he knew the three of them wouldn't last a week without at least another set of hands. Staggering to the communications array he filed the daily report and a request for additional personal, doing his best to remain coherent despite the exhaustion of making the barricades, hiking around, carrying Javier, defending against the monsters and preforming a field surgery.

Finally Nathan was sleeping again, mind to tired to torment him with visions or dreams.

Council of the Damned: Anametha (CLOSED)

The paladins were stronger and more determined than Geros had given them credit for, and he recognized this, but was none the less put off by it. These men were fighting like the heavens themselves depended on it, not some gemstone of questionable value.

"Perhaps their general gives them this determination? Bah, it matters little." Geros mumbled to himself. While stronger than anticipated the enemy still could only move normally, even with the walls breached he still had time to complete the summoning, he would have the results of this new spell by the time the paladins took the base of the tower.

----- ((When suddenly)) -----

Hell-fire and slag exploded out of the room and over the balcony, shock wave shaking the battle and magic quickly consuming the entire upper half of the stone structure. Where the stones burned a darkness flowed, warped, and deposed reality. The base of the tower collapsed under the strain but everything from the room up remained floating even as the debris gathered into miniature, fluctuating hell portals. Demons climbed into reality, gathering beneath the now demonic floating tower. Where the balcony had been there was now an eye.

----- ((Meanwhile)) -----

Geros strained to sit up, he wasn't in the tower, in fact he wasn't sure where he was. It looked and felt roughly like one of the hells, but it wasn't one he knew.

"That ancient scroll did say "surely" instead of "shall not". Guess I owe that student an apology." Geros mused before collapsing.

Jurassic Park: Native Resistance

@Deaddlife and as the RP owner, I hold the rank for the sake of moving the story along. Also, I will be using Rexy as a culling character, and perhaps even the Mosasaur, if the situation warrants.

@Otaku95

Fair enough.

Scientific Team for Exploration and Mechanics research company (S.T.E.A.M research. co.)

Edited my last post as an opening for additional players.

Jurassic Park: Native Resistance

@AbysmalDemon Welcome to the pack, but I would suggest you don't get to comfortable with the alpha position, raptors are after all, very clever creatures.

Point of Departure: World War II

Lots of activity in the east it seems.

@Mihndar, Posted my arrival and eagerly await your response.

Point of Departure: World War II

The entire crew of "The Voids Wrath" was manning their stations or on deck in full ceremonial kit, the white of the Teutonic Order emblem shining as a beacon against the blue arctic ocean, half-phalanxes formed around the firing emplacements. Rifles and swords held high, shields at the ready.

Despite the striking image of this show of force the crew continued to whisper, even as they held the defenses together.

"What do you think it means? The world being the same but the people different?" whispered a rifleman.

"It's as the Captain said, god has given us a new mission." replied the man shielding him.

"I know but what do you think it means?"

"Are you asking God to justify himself?"

"No of course not, but while we cant know the will of God he isn't arbitrary. People the same but different, their minds, their lineages warped."

"You suggest that we aren't the warped ones." mused a grenadier as he checked his munition for a fifth time.

An air of tension permeated the knights until finally the port of Murmansk drew close. A solitary chaplain began chanting, by the time the Seaplane carrier reached the docks proper the entire crew was join in the low, almost dwarven chant.

Captain and acting Hochmeister, Sir Labrenz Hock swiftly descended the gangplank, flanked on his left by the acting Generalprokurator and on his right by a trio of grand-knights.

"Men of Volodyna, I am the last lord of the Teutonic Order, and captain of "The Voids Wrath", and we have many things to discuss."

Point of Departure: World War II

I think I'm gonna go ahead and post again. Objections?

Scientific Team for Exploration and Mechanics research company (S.T.E.A.M research. co.)

"Soldier boy here is named Javier, and he is currently suffering from a bone compression. As for his life story, that will have to wait until after I preform field surgery." came Nathans reply.

Fortunately for traveling surgeons everywhere standardized equipment had been in the works since the twentieth century. The crate which David handed him was no mere box, it was the latest in modern medical equipment with a builtin disinfection system and a secondary set of maintenance equipment.

Disinfect, incision, clot, peel, clot again, bone saw, bone gel, bone setter, a few pins, un-peel, and finally cauterize.

"There, not exactly a direct tissue regeneration but you should be able to walk around without incident. Don't push it to hard though. Now, lets see about that extra hand shall we?"