EchoWolff

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Gotcha, I'll keep that in mind.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Quick question; For the genre of a crossover RP, are we allowed to use OC's that are based in such universes, for example a RWBY OC or Genshin OC?

A City Called Labyrinth

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So generally, would these Quirks tend to benefit the runners in some way?

@Wayward

Benefit, hinder, maybe even both. Its all up to the player.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Interest Check)

Sounds interesting! I wouldn't mind joining in on this.

A City Called Labyrinth

What is the nature of the Runners? Are they physically different from other people?

@Wayward

So, the Runners are technically human, what sets them apart is the Soul Gears that mysteriously surfaced when the Teras did. My main plan for this is that all the Runners were previously a Teras before coming into contact with a Soul Gear, which forced a reverse transformation back to a human-ish form. All Runners have some sort of odd feature that they had as a Teras, that wasn't fully cleansed but isint really a problem, so they have a weird quirk or whatever that no normal human has. For example, a Runner might have an animal tail, or maybe a portion of their skin is replaced by scales or an amorphous substance, whatever the player can come up with that isint blatantly interfering with the Runner's performance or sanity could be implemented. At least, as long as it's not interfering to the point where it's pointless to play that character.

A City Called Labyrinth

@Wayward Good to potentially have you! Feel free to PM me if you have any questions about Labrynth.

Dreams of the Old World (Post apocalyptic adventure with dream based powers)

Echo

Echo was sitting against the shoddy walls of the cage, a black eye as a result of the rather rough mercenaries that had collected him. His eyes open when the door creaks open, a loose bar falling to the ground. If he wasn't so careless and didn't get tangled up while using his weavings, he wouldn't be in this mess. Maybe.

“Just great. All I needed today was a gladiator pit…”

He groaned as he stood, he wanted to get out of here of course but he wasn't sure if fighting his way out was the right option here. After all, he had no idea what kind of power those other Dreamers possessed. All things considered, he was safer in the cage. While the insomulite was annoying as hell and blocking out his dream, that meant that any other dreamer that came to him would have their dream suppressed as well, making them at least a bit more manageable.

“Hello metal pole, you’re going to be my smacking stick.”

He grabs the fallen piece of the cage, brandishing it like a staff, the tarnished metal rubbing traces of rust onto his palms as he repositions himself into a crouching position, ready to strike someone upside the head if they got to close. He was simply watching the others for now, trying to get a gauge on the other dreamer's abilities, and behaviors… Hopefully one or two of them would be willing to make a truce and get out of here in any way possible. He could care less about the shard, the damn things have already caused him enough trouble as it is, all he wanted was to get out of there.

A City Called Labyrinth

~The Soul Gears~

A strange yet intricate clockwork cuff forged over a Runner's dominant forearm, a type of Ether Tech that surfaced after The Fall and is the most crucial to a Runner's arsenal. There are various types of Soul Gears, which adapt to the Runner it is bound to, a blade that sharpens as it is used if you will. The Soul Gear is set to a Runner's ideal weapon and grows in strength the more it is used. The Soul Gears are powered by an infinite Ether Battery and directly combat the effects of Black Ether on its Runner. No one knows who created them, or how to remove them, but no one is really complaining about it.

A City Called Labyrinth

~The Fall~

Once, the world was a mesmerizing realm, adorned with lush, vibrant green fields and verdant forests that stretched as far as the eye could see. This idyllic vision was, however, transformed into an eerie tableau of desolation, where all the natural beauty had been stripped away, leaving nothing but an ashen, lifeless landscape. This tragic metamorphosis was the consequence of humanity's relentless pursuit of the unknown, a pursuit that ultimately led to its own undoing.

The catalyst for this dramatic shift was the remarkable discovery of Ether, a mystical substance that emanated from enigmatic vents scattered across the land. Ether was more than just a scientific breakthrough; it was akin to unearthing a wellspring of pure magic. The advent of Ether heralded an era of technological advancement hitherto deemed inconceivable. Yet, with progress came peril, as humanity's insatiable hunger for power and knowledge led to the reckless exploitation of this newfound wonder.

The cycle of Ether harvesting continued unabated, as the sources of this mystical essence began to wither, driven to the brink of depletion by relentless extraction. Human greed, forever unquenchable, spurred on by corporate interests, drove these entities to embark on perilous experiments aimed at creating artificial Ether. This reckless endeavor would prove catastrophic, unleashing the malevolent force known as Black Ether—a monstrous offspring of human ambition gone awry.

Black Ether, once unleashed, became a relentless scourge, giving rise to a sinister plague that ravaged all in its path. This affliction, aptly named "Black Ether," not only infected the physical bodies of those unfortunate enough to encounter it but also corrupted the very earth itself. The once-thriving landscapes and cities fell victim to its malevolence, morphing into nightmarish wastelands of despair.

As the world crumbled around them, humanity found itself on the precipice of annihilation. Panic swept through the remnants of civilization as they grappled with the enormity of the catastrophe they had wrought. In their desperation, they sought refuge from their own creation, and a colossal, labyrinthine cityscape began to take shape.

This sprawling metropolis, built over the last known Ether vent, became a sanctuary and a testament to both humanity's resilience and its folly. The entire city's survival hinged on the precarious balance maintained by the dwindling supply of Ether that powered its infrastructure—a cruel irony that underscored the cost of their relentless ambition.

For decades, a fragile semblance of peace endured within the confines of the labyrinthine city. Yet, this respite proved fleeting, for the insidious Black Ether had not forgotten its insatiable hunger. It infiltrated the human populace, driving them to madness and grotesque transformations that defied imagination. These afflicted beings, known as the Teras, became harbingers of terror, relentlessly stalking the ever-shifting streets of the city now dubbed "Labyrinth."

Amidst this chaos and devastation, a resilient few emerged—survivors who refused to succumb to the horrors of Black Ether. They were the Runners, constantly on the move, navigating the treacherous terrain of Labyrinth in a desperate bid for survival. Their existence was a testament to human endurance and the unyielding will to live.

In this bleak and twisted world, there existed a single sanctuary—a towering edifice at the heart of Labyrinth, affectionately known as Archon. Here, the remnants of humanity clung to the last flicker of hope, their final refuge against the encroaching darkness, and the one place they deemed safe.

A City Called Labyrinth

A City called Labyrinth

The city is alive, always shifting its streets and alleyways, no path leads to where it did the day before, a death trap. 7 people wake up here, with no memory, and only one goal, to get out of this hell of a city, however, that proves to be an exceptionally difficult task. There are twisted monsters that reside inside the ever-shifting paths and walls of buildings, the remnants of what used to be humanity, trapped inside what was supposed to be their sanctuary. A single tower rests in the center of Labyrinth, a beacon to the rest of the city, manned by what people are left, known only as The Runners.

This plot is a WIP but I am striving for something similar, though before I start making more on it, I wanted to see if anyone was interested.

The general genre of the world is a horror post-apocalyptic fantasy with a bit of a steampunk flair, more lore about it is on the way!

7 people maximum, I don't think I can handle any more than that.

Feel free to post here if you are interested!