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I, too, have posted in this thread now.

Edit: I mean, ciao, you person you!
Draza's battleplan... "GAHRUL SMASH!"

This sounds like a good plan to me.

Throw in cowering behind things so she's less likely to be shot as necessary.
Glitchy said
I can see this becoming a new season of dexter.


D: don't encourage him!
Alphakoka said
Serial killing is not random at all though, there's the procedure/ritual they follow, target characteristic, favored weapon, see? There's no random killing at all, everything's set in place. =P


... no. It isn't. Adding a new clause of 'no trying to get around the clauses like an asshole'
Alphakoka said
*Signs*For second to last, what if I'm making it as part of my char's background and throughout the RP, s/he'll have to try not to get the others notice him/her while doing his/her stuff?


you already signed saying you won't be a random murderer. that means you will not be a random murderer :p
Glitchy said
It's a trap! Don't do it!


no you are the trap :c
A thing that should be unnecessary, but won't hurt to have :3

Sign your name here if you agree to all in the hider, and understand all in the hider:
Down and dirty of what this is.

Demigods, that is what you are. You are the child of a god (or goddess) and a mortal.

For the intents and purposes, even virginal or monogamous gods, can have demigods, if they're adopted and you're treated as if you were theirs for the point of mechanics and Fate and stuff.

The setting is... modern. I'd prefer 19th century at the earliest, something distinctly far removed from when the myths were big. Okay with going a bit into the future. Really, would like input on this, work things out with all the players. I'd love involvement.

Regardless, you likely don't believe them, and your world is changed, and, et cetera. For some reason the Gods are coming back and the world is changing for a lot of people.

Dice will be rolled as appropriate through posts, collabs will be desirable, and I'm thinking of trying something that I can only call... Deputy GMs?

Instead of just being a player, you are able to work with me, in private, to design a mission for the group to go through. I'll still be primary, but you can have your major input.

Further, players are allowed multiple characters. Characters unused when brought in will get an XP boos to catch up so things stay roughly equal. This will be done by having the story arcs being episodic with a rotating cast.

That said, looking for roughly 5 other people at max for players.

If people are okay, I'd also like to have a character along with you.

so er, yeah

EDIT: Also won't be session based, play by post. Pantheons? Thinking of limiting us to Egyptian, Greek, and Mesopotamian.

A WIP Example Character Sheet, Dieselpunk Style Setting in Mind
(Setting won't necessarily be Dieselpunk)

Most of character creation and other things taken from or played upon the house rules and homebrew of these wonderful people!

Scions, the servants of the gods who carry their divine spark within them, are surprising and powerful creatures from the moment that they receive a Visitation and are invested with their divine destiny. As soon as the child of a god becomes a Scion, he gains powers beyond the reach of mere mortal men and must prepare himself to face trials and dangers he has never dreamed of.

Nature and Calling
A Scion’s Nature is his most basic and personal motivation, describing his style as a character and divine hero. He may choose from any Nature available; once chosen, his Nature may not be changed again after the game starts except at Storyteller discretion.
A Scion’s Calling describes what he is most inclined to do and be in his life, and may be any single word or short-phrase description that the player wishes. Callings should help give the Storyteller an idea of who your character is and what they do, and might be as simple as “Fisherman” or as complex as “Heir to the Throne”. Callings do not have any direct mechanical effect on a Scion.

Roles
There are several basic mythic roles that Scions and gods embody in their tales. For a Scion band to be most successful, it should contain a mix of the archetypes in the table below. Before character creation, the Storyteller and players should discuss the roles and mutually agree on who will take which role on, making sure that every role is represented; if there are fewer players in the group than there are different roles, they should also agree on which ones they feel are most critical or exciting for the game.
Each role has a specific set of requirements and guidelines to ensure that that Scion fulfills it in a heroic and impressive manner.
It is possible for a single character to fill two roles; a character with heavy investment in Wits, Control, Medicine and Health might be able to function as either Healer or Pilot for a band, for example. A single character should not be required to fill two roles in order to allow another character to have no role or to duplicate another role already in the band, however, as the XP requirements would be unfair from player to player. Characters who fit none of the roles may have a difficult time pulling their weight in comparison to their bandmates, while characters who try to fit too many of them may feel restricted or become unable to keep up in one or more dimensions. It is also possible for a Scion’s role to change over time if she begins to invest heavily in a different skillset than the one she started with, but doing so will naturally often require the rest of the band to adjust and make sure that all areas are still covered. Finally, it is possible for there to be more than one Scion with the same role in a single band; most often this occurs when there are more than five Scions or several of them have more than one role.

If the players want the freedom to play any of the roles in a given story, the Storyteller may have them create multiple different characters with multiple roles. Once they have done so, they may at Storyteller discretion switch between them at the beginning of each new story, allowing different players to explore different roles and character types. If they do so, award the new character that has been switched to an equivalent amount of XP to what the previous character earned, in order to ensure that she can enter the game on an equal playing field with the rest of the band.

Attributes
All of a Scion’s Attributes start at two dots, representing that she is at least moderately capable at most basic skills. The Scion then receives nine dots to put into any Attributes she wishes. She may combine them in any way she chooses, but she may only spend a maximum of five dots in any one category (Physical, Social or Mental).

Abilities
All Scions begin with 150 points to spend on Abilities. Higher-level Abilities cost more than lower-level ones, according to the following table:
  • 01, 02, 03, 04, 05Dots
  • 01, 03, 06, 10, 15Favored Ability Cost
  • 02, 06, 12, 20, 30Unfavored Ability Cost
If a Scion purchases a specialized Ability (Art, or Science) at five dots, all other specializations of that Ability cost half the normal price on the table above (rounded up).

Virtues
All Scions begin with a basic set of four Virtues determined by their pantheon. A Scion may choose to swap out any one of his Virtues for any other at character creation, but the XP cost for him to purchase his Pantheon-Specific Purview is permanently increased from four times the boon’s level to five when he does so. Once a Scion has chosen his Virtues at character creation, he may not change them again after the game has begun. Each Virtue begins at one dot; the Scion then receives four more dots to place as he wishes (although he cannot put all four into the same Virtue).

A Scion’s starting Willpower pool is equal to the total of his two highest Virtues. If he purchases more Virtues in the future and raises that total, his Willpower will increase as well.

Epic Attributes
The Scion gains five dots of Epic Attributes, which she may spend however she wishes. For a starting Legend 2 Scion, no Epic Attribute may go above one dot; if she wishes, the Scion may exchange a dot of Epic Attributes to gain 15 more points toward buying Abilities instead. For each dot of an Epic Attribute the Scion gains, she may choose two first-level Knacks in that Attribute (this applies only at character creation; Epic Attributes purchased with XP after the game begins grant only one knack).

Boons
The Scion gains five dots of level-one Boons, which he may choose from any in the game. If he chooses, he may exchange one Boon to gain 10 more points toward buying Abilities instead. Since Hero-level Scions cannot channel purviews without Relics, note that he will need to spend one Relic dot for each different purview he chooses to buy Boons from.

Birthrights
The Scion gains five dots worth of Birthrights, magical tools, allies or features that are permanently tied to his Legend. The Scion may put no more than three dots into a single relic at character creation, but may use them for whatever custom powers, purview accesses or types of Followers the Storyteller deems appropriate for the cost.

Points and Stuff
At character creation, the Scion starts at Legend 2. Legend Points are at max, the maximum Legend Points of a Scion is equal to their Legend squared. As such the Scions starts with 4 out of 4 Legend Points. As noted, the Scion’s Willpower pool is equal to the sum of the values of their two highest virtues, unless otherwise noted. Legend and Willpower Points are useful for staying in control, and for using all sorts of powers.

From Nature, the Scion may gain Points of Determination (useful for fighting Virtue Extremities) or Moments of Truth (useful for ignoring Virtue Extremities).

This looks hard...
If you wish, you may opt out of Abilities and Birthrights, in that if you do the rest of your mechanics and give me a basic outline of your character, and what you want them to do and an explanation of why they can do certain things, I’ll fill in the gaps as well as possible for you with regards to those two categories.


More information on rules and shit

But yes, this is just to check interest. No promises on anything from it, unless, you know, things go in their ideal manner.
Please say the hype hasn't died :c
Cease Fire

Draza made sure all her belongings were back where they aught when she approached the church with a confident stride and a little bit of a skip to her step. She knew somewhere in her heart that the children were going to find what she left and that all would be well. Rather, all on the outside with regards to them would be well, her steps into the church highlighted a tense situation, and before she could speak, she let others talk first, being polite as she recognized the voices of those speaking as well.

That was, however, until she heard a couple voices, and saw a couple of faces she wasn't entirely sure to be expecting. One more so than the other. She knew Taigyn from long ago, when she was still working with the Papacy, as one of, if not the, kindest among their ranks, bringing him joy when he seemingly needed it most, and the other was a co-worker of sorts, former employer more accurately if it could be truly said Draza worked for any but the good of all those she could run into. It was Alida, the closest thing to a mother of the republic.

Her smile at seeing those she remembers fondly caused her normally spry and cheeky grin to spread into an overt, palpable smile.

“Draza, is that you?” Alida inquires. Taigyn smiles and gestures to the table, “Please, join us. It has been some time, small one.” The two look at each other then Sisera. Finally, the Republic leader inquires, “Is she with you all?”

She wanted to speak up, her excitement all but bubbling over, when her voice caught, and she remained respectfully quiet as Sisera spoke.

“Yes, she is part of a band of merry misfits. You know it truly amazing. Right when everything is about to fall apart and the two hot-heads decide to go at it and kill each other. All it takes are some strangers to wander in with a drunk- oh that reminds me!"

He continued speaking, and in the speaking of her ... what would be the word, charge? Perhaps. Regardless, best she could manage to not interrupt, she walked over to be near her friends, the old ones, and giving a gaze to the others present, maybe some new ones?

“Good job, representing your Queen, what with the Drunk all but married to you!”

It was at this that Draza turned and looked at the 'drunk' in question, and remained composed despite a giggle in her throat. Now wasn't the time for laughs. Now was the time for boring serious but important political words.

When the sarcastic and cutting speaking had begun to simmer down, Draza finally gave the questioning look to Taigyn that she wanted to give him earlier, and mouthed a 'It's good to see you' to him but with a quick look she added on, 'Why are you here?' She was genuinely curious. In all her busy work she couldn't keep up with everything, no matter how hard she tried. With all her dealings with the criminal elements and the foreign dignitaries, it was more common for things to be addressed as the nation in a more impartial sense, than the person ruling it. The only people people she could keep track of were those she actually had to talk with, the merchants, the diplomats, and such.

She had nary a clue that Taigyn was as important as he had become. She could guess he's become more important due to him being here... but the scale was presently lost on her. As for those moving out of the corner of her eyes, she turned to where she thought Alvhi had been, but saw he was apparently busy, and so gave a shrug.

Taigyn's grizzled face quirks in honest surprise at the little one's question. "Well, after helping a pair of queens and her first band of odd-jobs banish the gods... Nearly dying and being saved by an archangel... and making a second trip across the blood sea, I figured it was time to settle down to simpler things, like leading the Templar." He chuckles more to himself than anyone, earning an exaggerated roll of the eyes from Davian. "We were supposed to be undergoing a treatise of peace, however we were interrupted by bickering and a surprise ogre." His one eye flickers over to Gahrul.

Draza's eyes follow Taigyn's, a bit curious if he meant Gahrul or... oh he did! Her face lights up again as she knows all is well, "Oh, that's Gahrul," she offers a wave and a smile to him, "He's really great and a good friend and smasher of meanies." She turns back towards those gathered near the table, "He's sweet, not like caramel, but like chocolate. You can trust him, he wouldn't hurt anything unless it was dangerous, to himself or others." She flashes her eyes with their lil twinkle, "Er ist im Grunde mein Schutzengel."

A look of amusement flashes over Taigyn's face, "And I thought Typhon was ugly." He turns towards the gathered group and scratches his chin in thought. "Mind helping this whole deal along? It'd be nice if the kid here and snaggletooth there would quit jumping at each others' throat every chance they get," he mutters to the fae.

Draza mimes an equal pondering before responding to Taigyn, "Only if I can give an impassioned speech."

It appears to be Alida's turn to speak up, "Anything but listening to another retelling of Spellbreaker here's misadventures." She gestures for Draza to take the 'stage.' The seconds of the rival factions both seem to loose an insulted snort before watching expectantly at what the little person would do.

With the floor granted to her, Draza did her best to appear large and speak with a voice larger still, surpassing her meager frame.

"When I first arrived in town, and left mein Schutzengel Gahrul to safeguard things here..." she pauses, and says in her best rendition of a 'boys will be boys' tone of oops, "Zugegeben, ich wahrscheinlich sollte man über seine Sanftmut erste gesagt haben..." before resuming the grandiose tone of earlier, "My instinct was to speak with the children, they're wonderful blights, and I was hoping to glean information while making their day a bit brighter," she sighed, "And I met a woman, a mother, who I feel embodies this entire bloody affair."

With a bit of a hand gesture, she swept across those at the gathering, "She was tired, frustrated, worried, and couldn't trust after it all," her hands go to herself, "And in her state of mind, even I was seen as a horrifying threat to her, and her children."

Her hands go back to the top of the table, "She wanted what was best, but there had been so many troubles in her life recently, that she didn't feel she could trust me, and from her words, she probably feels she couldn't even trust anyone at this table either."

"So what good are we, if for all our good intentions, we bicker amongst ourselves while the people suffer? We fight and refuse to trust. We are not, and should not be each other's enemy. There are too many lives, good innocent lives, at stake!" She pounded her tiny hand on the table for whatever diminutive effect it would bring.

Draza took a slow breath before continuing, "We may not have to be friends in this time, but we should not ignore good allies in the face of greater enemies. There are great evils in the world, and when good men and women sit idly by or worse, fight their brethren, that evil only becomes stronger. The Papacy, is one such evil, and you all know it. I know it. In my years I've worked for many people, the Templars, the Republic, and also the Papacy. With it's veneer walls and shimmering facade I worked there, and did what I do best," she reached into her backpack and pulled out a scrumptious looking cookie, "I baked, I did parties, I lifted spirits, I tried to make everyone smile and be happy."

She held the cookie aloft, and sighed listlessly, "But, the Papacy has a way now of ruining good intentions. With the strength of giants, they smashed!" she brought the cookie down to the table, breaking it a bit, pieces coming off of it, "The joy, they smashed!" and again she hit the cookie down, more of it breaking, "The hope, they smashed!" and once more she brought it down, it finally crumbling from her tiny hands. She breathed a few times to calm down, "They smashed all that was good, and turned it into a crumbling heap that we have before us. Two peoples, divided and bickering, like children over a broken toy, and even the Papacy's own people are being broken just so their unchecked desire for power continues to go unchallenged."

Draza began to sweep the crumbs into a bag for cleaning purposes, "We may not all agree on everything, but I certainly hope we can agree to set aside our difference, work some terms out, and fix the problem staring us all in the face, before it's too late." With all of the crumbs brushed into the bag she looked at her friends and smiled, and then to the more spurious support of the second in commands, "I know we all have our differences to be sorted, but today is not that day," she then looked at every one in kind,

"Let us talk our terms, and deal with the Papacy, and the other true evils, before good men go to war with each other. Let's show the people, the mothers, the fathers, everyone, that we can trust, we can grow, we can work together. Let them no longer have to hold fear for everything, even the small."

Throughout Draza's speech, many of the Templar and Republic find themselves nodding along. A few of the Republic even smile, their very thoughts echoed in the tiny titan. Alida and Taigyn both offered forth quick words of approval and Hans finds himself wiping away a small tea, dismissing it as dust from the ransacked church. However, small factions remained, on both sides, unmoved by her speech, a time-old hatred and rigid tradition holding fast, glaring across the room at each other. Davian, unable to take another word from the little woman's mouth slammed his fist down beside the diminutive diplomat. Draza, with the grace and and agility of her people, managed to not only move carefully away, but even managed to stay upon her feet as the table shuddered from the impact.

"ENOUGH!" the Templar second-commander boomed, "If perhaps the Papacy were cookie-men, this would be fine. We are dealing with our own people here, seasoned warriors. You propose we fight them off with smile and the sentiments of women?! That by taking these people, these farmers, housewives, urchins and children into our midst will strengthen us? It will weaken us, to have to protect them. And for what? Resources we need. We could take it if we wanted, but we would be weakening the life blood of our country." He looked up, looking at Alida and Taigyn, eyes narrowed. "We are the true fist of the gods, and we are sitting here talking peace while the deceivers are probably planning our downfall." Davian withdrew his hand, looking at all those present across the room. "I know my men follow me, but you let any into your midst who 'are for the cause'. Who is to say you don't have spies within your elite? Why would I place my men in your companies with the all too real possibility of assassination?"

Alida stiffened, her hand reaching for her weapon when Hans stood and barred her hand. "You will respect the Leader of the Rheinfeld Republic and those who have risked their lives and continue to in order to stop the reign of murderers, false mouth-of-the-gods and tyrants alike." He looked to Draza and bowed his head slightly in respect. "This small pink-skin is correct, we cannot linger on these old grudges. We need your arms, your training, you need our supplies. We both need to stop the senseless bloodshed. We came here, ready to negotiate for a treaty, and I realize the time for reparations of past grievances is not now." Davian gnashed his teeth but rested back in his chair, crossing his arms and glaring at the pixie. As he did so, Alida sighed and returned to her seat, followed by Hans. "Have you more to say, to lead us into negotiations?" the orcish man inquired, grinning and showing off his metal-filled mouth.


Draza smiled at Hans, and gave a nod, "Yes, I do, thank you." She turned to Davian, "I understand your sentiments, meine große und prestigeträchtige Herr Kommandant, but the notion of taking to fill your needs is a short sighted one. It takes time, labour, and effort to cultivate the resources you seek, those farmers and housewives do not sit on their asses as the ground gives things to them, they work for it. They till the soil and process the goods into something you can use. If you were to take, the supply would either run dry as their blood, and the blood of your men, spills, or if you were to attempt to force subjugation upon them, that would certainly take far more effort and manpower than to extend your protections a bit further north along the border. A war is not won by soldiers alone, do not disregard the importance of support."

"You already have the disproportionate share of border and trouble with the Papacy, and with the logistical aid of supplies, from craftsmen and farmers, without your number of men decreasing, you can better maintain order in the areas you have, and then some. Furthermore, there are more than simple farmers, there are young men who can be trained to bolster your numbers for defence, and more enticingly, for a mighty siege. You have so much to gain, and really, for so little."

She paused and gave a bit of a sigh, "But I do concede your point on some of the worry of a more subterfuge based threat, with assassins, in that such is indeed a present danger., but it's not a danger exclusive to the Republic. You have your ways to assure your protections, and to keep the ranks free of moles, and this will be pushing you on that. I feel that is the greatest cost we ask of you, not to let your guard down, no, but to associate with more than those immediately around and supportive of you."

"I know you do not trust those gathered her as much as would be desirable, but that's okay, trust can be built by both sides, and a cease fire can be brokered. Do not make more enemies, when you do not have to."

Davian's face twisted a little as understanding began to pass... before he nodded in concession, "You speak wisely, even if you are a sprite." He reached a hand out, and Draza watched as he seemed to reconsider that action, before she took one of his fingers in her hands, and gave him a shake and a nod, "Ich danke Ihnen für Ihre Worte." She took her hands back and he simply nodded again. "I am happy to have you here, to speak truthfully about the situation of things when I would not normally see them. Let us proceed with the conditions of the agreement."
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