DruSM157

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten

Is a woodcutter a viable peasant profession?

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten

there are a number of mythical and folklore creatures in and around the valley- most prominent are the Yokai, an umbrella term for a number of spirits and supernatural creatures from Japanese folklore. They'll feature in the game often enough, but I'd like for all the player characters to be human. Their journey starts with them as ordinary individuals entering into a strange, utterly alien world.

@Cybermaxx

Goddamn it man now you say the thing that actually makes me interested.

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

"Oh, you are quite all right, Mister Cobalt. I getting a little tad nervous myself, I never been in the forest before."

”Forests in general, or just this forest?” Alvin asked, honestly wondering if the girl had always been connected to cities and the hustle and bustle of civilized life. ”You know, there’s lots of folklore about forests. The further away one gets from civilization, the more wild and dangerous things become. At least, that’s what people used to believe when they came to settle in New England.” To some writers he’d studied, the Hawthornes and the Irvings, the forest meant the unknown, and the unknown meant dread. Even though they were en route to a mansion, the concept of it being this vast, unknowable dark thing did not ease Alvin’s mind at all.

Alvin sat in silence, staring at the encroaching manor as they made their arrival. His heart thundered in his chest, as the inevitable task was now in front of him. There was no going back, no chance to run away now. He was in the thick of it, and the only way to go now was forward.

Gundam 0094 (Invite Only Roleplay)

_{Cathartes Salvage Ship}

The old man sat in his captain’s chair, eyeing up the bridge crew. Remia was busy studying monitors, while Kellen seemed overly focused on navigating. It was obvious that there was tension in the air; everyone was just waiting for these pirates to return and attack them next. Cornell expected that, but to send out every available pilot to guard the Cathartes would only exhaust them by the time the enemy finally reached them.

“Sir.” Spare Infield walked into the bridge, nodding at Cornell. At the very least, he was being respectful. ”I thought I’d do my best to give you whatever information I had on the attack.

Cornell nodded. ”Any help would be appreciated.”

Infield nodded. ”The enemy attacked quickly and disabled our ship. They didn’t give us a chance to fight back, and the few mobile suits that were able to launch were destroyed in minutes. If it wasn’t for the Zeon transport and the pilot that kept them pinned for the fight, we’d probably all be dead.”

Cornell nodded. ”I think we should talk to this hero pilot. Remia, go ahead and find out where he’s hiding out and get him brought to the bridge.”

***

”Hey, Mr. Hotshot pilot.” The female engineer shook the cot that Bareback was sleeping on. ”The captain’s asked to talk to you on the bridge. Wants to know about those suits you were fighting.” She wrinkled her nose. ”Maybe you could...also clean off first? You smell awful.

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Marlowe listened intently to everyone arguing about exactly what to do about fighting. He thought about it for a moment, wishing he could help in some way. But his grandfather refused to let him pilot in combat. It didn’t help that even in the piloting sims, he refused to go for any actual killing blows.

”You’re too soft boy. If I let you pilot in a fight, you’d be killed in two seconds. The old man’s words rang in his ears constantly. Why should his friends fight and risk their lives while all he could do was stand around and hope for the best? It just wasn’t fair.

”I know everyone has an opinion on what we should do about the enemy, but I think we should just be ready for when they come back. Because something tells me they are coming back.” He knew it, somehow. As if he could see the tiny dots far in the eternal blackness of space, making their way towards the Cathartes as everyone argued.

Paranormal and Occult Investigation

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If I need to I'll make a second team but a max number of eight players I think. Two teams of four.

An FBU agent, but basically yes. Your character would have been recruited if one of the following critera was met:

[1] They are safely anomalous and deemed too valuable by the Bureau to not utilize,
[2] They have encountered an anomalous event and have proven extreme valor in that event,
[3] Or have been in law enforcement at any level with distinguished career and have little to no meaningful relationships in their life. This means you aren't married, have children, etc. As the nature of this work requires secrecy, it is easier to promote individuals who don't have intimate connections.

@Pirouette

Perfect, I have a character in mind that fits criteria 2. Wunderbar!

Paranormal and Occult Investigation

So what's the head-count for the team? I see it's a small-group RP.

Also, does every character an FBI agent? Just trying to get my head around a character for this one.

Paranormal and Occult Investigation

WELP.



Let's make this bread.

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

Location: The Laughing Warg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria

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Benkei watched as others left the tavern, one after another, and suddenly felt very alone. Sure there were other wayfarers, other denizens, and such clamoring about, but Benkei was worried. There was a sense of dread filling the air, the stress and fear at the question no one wanted to ask:

When were they going home? When would they hear from the moderators? Were they being left behind?

Benkei sighed and stood up, gathering his things. He noticed Sif sitting alone, Sig must have still run off, and he walked over to her. “Hey,” he said to her, “Do you want to get out of here for a little bit? I think if I sit around here anymore, I’ll either go insane or explode from Dariel’s flat cakes. I need to check with the blacksmith about fixing some of my armor, and I wouldn’t mind the company.”

Gundam 0094 (Invite Only Roleplay)

_{Olympia City, MARS NOW Offices}

”Councilman, the representative from Delgriz Corporation in Riah is on the line.

Barrick Torres smiled at the news. Not that he never had a reason not to smile. Everything always went his way. He was the youngest Mars Councilman in the planet’s short history, he was leading the biggest radical movement the planet had ever seen, and fairly soon, he would place himself squarely in the center of history in the Universal Century. With his guidance, Mars would become an important player in the universe, and both the Federation, the Colonies, and Jupiter would see how useful the red planet truly was. ”That’s excellent Ms. Gilman. I’ll take the call in here.”

Laser-link communication was difficult with the number of asteroids moved between the belt and Earthside. He knew he’d only have a few minutes to press the weasels on the colonies, but he’d do it easily. The pressure from ARES in the area had everyone worried about Mars Space, and with the Jupiter Fleet now being targeted, questions were raised on if a safe supply chain could be made. After all, the closest military base to Mars was Luna II, and even then there was no guarantee supply ships could make the trip unescorted.

But if the Mars Defense Force had access to better Mobile Suits, better weapons, and a stronger foothold in the sector, they could strengthen security in the region. It was simple logistics, after all. Most of the mobile weapons on Mars were ancient, dating back to the 80s. Or they had refurbished models from recent conflicts, repurposed, and barely any tactical use in combat.

They needed real weapons. The kinds that several of his colleagues had brought during their Mars emigration after the Gryps Conflict and the Neo Zeon wars. And once the Earth Sphere weakened…

Barrick grabbed his receiver, and spoke quickly, concisely, and with a sharp wit. He’d cornered men like then countless times. And he’d corner hundreds more before he was done. All he needed now were the tools.

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_{Salvage Area, Cathartes}

Marlowe smiled and nodded along with everything Disker said to him and the group. Disker had always remained quiet about himself and his past, and Marlowe was never someone rude enough to start digging for answers about people. It’s why he had barely any knowledge of most of the crew’s histories. He knew that they’d open up when they were ready, and he was always willing to listen to new stories of the places people had been and people they’d met. He’d extended the same respect to Gaida, Ezmy, and Leon. They’d all come to the crew with different skills and mobile suits, and he knew they all had their reasons for joining a crew like the Cathartes.

Even he had his own reasons, beyond his grandfather running the entire operation. As others approached, he gave a friendly nod to everyone. Ezmy, and then Leon appeared. Disker invited them along, which was always a joy for Marlowe. Being around others made him feel better, even being around Ezmy, though when he was alone in a room with her, he felt something just being around her. Nothing hormonal, but...something he just couldn’t quite get. Like a fuzzy, lost memory hidden behind something that needed to be jostled out of place. He assumed that he’d know exactly what it meant, in time.

As the group entered salvage, Marlowe spied a man in a Federation uniform talking to one of the engineers. When Disker asked, "Did any of you get a good look on what caused this?" he knew he’d only seen the readings from the assailant’s verniers in the distance.

”They moved fast, that’s about all I could tell,” he noted, then eyed the Federation soldier and waved him over. ”Excuse me, do you remember anything about the people that attacked you?

”Yeah,” the man grumbled. “They were piloting these souped-up mobile suits that looked like a Marasai. I’d seen one, a mothballed unit from the Gryps Conflict on display on Earth. But these didn’t work like the mobile suits I'd read about. These struck fast and their weapons tore our ship apart in a matter of minutes. If that Zeon Freighter hadn’t come along and took the next round of fire, I think we’d have all died then and there.”

Marlowe listened and wondered why the name Marasai felt so familiar. Another distant thought crept into the back of his head and then disappeared. He looked to the others, Disker, Gaia, Ezmy, and Leon, to see if they had their own take about the information.

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

Apologies for the silence and lack of post from me in a week. It's been very hectic with teaching and family matters, but now that I've reach spring break I plan on posting more.