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Dogs of the Faithful

'Course, it ain't a state right now. Tooele and Provo were founded 6 years ago, and the desert is parting way to the slow settlement by the Mormons. Missionaries are heading out to fields as far as Vegas, Elk Mountain and more, with the hopes of turning the mountain people into followers of the Almighty. Whilst all this is happening, the Dogs have arrived once more, patchwork cloaks and widebrimmed hats hiding weary eyes and nervous trigger fingers. For the dogs are not your average band of missionaries, no. They are the Hounds of God, and they haven't been leashed.

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Three horses clopped gently along the hard packed road. Joseph White reached up and pulled his hat off of his head, brushing it off carefully. His ass was sore from riding for four days, they had run out of water the day before, and part of his cloak was beginning to fray. Luckily, they were in sight now of a friendly township, the three Dogs stopping perhaps half a mile away from it. There was a crack as one of the riders drew a pistol, a shot fired up into the air as greeting. After waiting for thirty seconds, the group continued on their way, the rider who had fired carefully reloading her weapon. "Mary, you remember what this town's called?" The third Dog turned to the one who had fired, who simply shook her head.

"I do believe it's named Little Canyon. 'Parrently some mountain folk used to live 'round these parts before these folk arrived here." Joseph turned and replied, before pulling back on his horse. "Woah, steady there. We've got a rider." In front of them, just as he had said, there was a faint black speck, riding towards them at a not-insignificant pace. "Meet him halfway?"

"Way he's ridin', I don't think we can make it halfway before he reaches us."

"Might as well make it close enough then." With that, there was a series of little nods, and the group set off, 'hiyah'ing their mounts. Despite the travels they had already made, there was no complaining over injuries. It was simply part of the job. The closer the two parties came, the more they realised the rider was perhaps younger than they had expected. When the two finally met, he gave a little shout, tipping his hat at the group. "Oh thank the Lord. Dogs! Pa said you'd be coming here soon- and good job too-"

Joseph held his hand up. "Fella, we've been riding for four days, and we haven't had a drink for a while. 'Course we'll help out you and your pa, but for now, a glass of root beer and a moment off the saddle would be much 'ppreciated." The other rider, a young man of perhaps fifteen, nodded. "My apologies. Welcome to Little Rock... Oh, and can you read me a Psalm? Preacher's the one that's been having the issues here.."

"No problem." Mary smiled a little, retreiving a pocket bible from within her cloak. "Romans, 12:17 Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all. If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” To the contrary, “if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.""

So, if you sat through all of that, congratulations! You're probably somewhat curious about this little RP. Essentially, this is an RP loosely based off of the tabletop game Dogs in the Vineyard, in that it takes place in the same setting, using the same ideas. It is a not-quite-accurate story of the Dogs- Mormons who have eschewed life on the homestead for one on the range, riding from settlement to settlement in order to heal the sick, preach the word of God... And root out witches and show them a taste of the Old Testament. YOU DO NOT NEED TO BELIEVE IN THE CHURCH OF THE LATTER DAY SAINTS, CHRISTIANITY, OR ANY RELIGION TO TAKE PART IN THIS RP. All you really need is the Wikipedia page on Mormonism.

This will be a High-Casual RP. I expect people to have good spelling, grammar and punctuation, but I don't mind one-or-two-paragraph posts just to keep things ticking along. 18+ For the fact that we will end up in gunfights, and we aren't using neat guns here- Pre-Civil War guns like the Colt Dragoon were loud, noisy, and stuck something full of nasty, gaping holes. Plus, there will be occult influences.

The RP will be an investigative action one. Essentially, we will be riding from town to town, healing the sick, giving a few sermons if needed, but more importantly, rooting out disbelief and worse. Anyone interested?

Dogs of the Faithful

'Course, it ain't a state right now. Tooele and Provo were founded 6 years ago, and the desert is parting way to the slow settlement by the Mormons. Missionaries are heading out to fields as far as Vegas, Elk Mountain and more, with the hopes of turning the mountain people into followers of the Almighty. Whilst all this is happening, the Dogs have arrived once more, patchwork cloaks and widebrimmed hats hiding weary eyes and nervous trigger fingers. For the dogs are not your average band of missionaries, no. They are the Hounds of God, and they haven't been leashed.

---

Three horses clopped gently along the hard packed road. Joseph White reached up and pulled his hat off of his head, brushing it off carefully. His ass was sore from riding for four days, they had run out of water the day before, and part of his cloak was beginning to fray. Luckily, they were in sight now of a friendly township, the three Dogs stopping perhaps half a mile away from it. There was a crack as one of the riders drew a pistol, a shot fired up into the air as greeting. After waiting for thirty seconds, the group continued on their way, the rider who had fired carefully reloading her weapon. "Mary, you remember what this town's called?" The third Dog turned to the one who had fired, who simply shook her head.

"I do believe it's named Little Canyon. 'Parrently some mountain folk used to live 'round these parts before these folk arrived here." Joseph turned and replied, before pulling back on his horse. "Woah, steady there. We've got a rider." In front of them, just as he had said, there was a faint black speck, riding towards them at a not-insignificant pace. "Meet him halfway?"

"Way he's ridin', I don't think we can make it halfway before he reaches us."

"Might as well make it close enough then." With that, there was a series of little nods, and the group set off, 'hiyah'ing their mounts. Despite the travels they had already made, there was no complaining over injuries. It was simply part of the job. The closer the two parties came, the more they realised the rider was perhaps younger than they had expected. When the two finally met, he gave a little shout, tipping his hat at the group. "Oh thank the Lord. Dogs! Pa said you'd be coming here soon- and good job too-"

Joseph held his hand up. "Fella, we've been riding for four days, and we haven't had a drink for a while. 'Course we'll help out you and your pa, but for now, a glass of root beer and a moment off the saddle would be much 'ppreciated." The other rider, a young man of perhaps fifteen, nodded. "My apologies. Welcome to Little Rock... Oh, and can you read me a Psalm? Preacher's the one that's been having the issues here.."

"No problem." Mary smiled a little, retreiving a pocket bible from within her cloak. "Romans, 12:17 Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all. If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” To the contrary, “if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.""

So, if you sat through all of that, congratulations! You're probably somewhat curious about this little RP. Essentially, this is an RP loosely based off of the tabletop game Dogs in the Vineyard, in that it takes place in the same setting, using the same ideas. It is a not-quite-accurate story of the Dogs- Mormons who have eschewed life on the homestead for one on the range, riding from settlement to settlement in order to heal the sick, preach the word of God... And root out witches and show them a taste of the Old Testament. YOU DO NOT NEED TO BELIEVE IN THE CHURCH OF THE LATTER DAY SAINTS, CHRISTIANITY, OR ANY RELIGION TO TAKE PART IN THIS RP. All you really need is the Wikipedia page on Mormonism.

This will be a High-Casual RP. I expect people to have good spelling, grammar and punctuation, but I don't mind one-or-two-paragraph posts just to keep things ticking along. 18+ For the fact that we will end up in gunfights, and we aren't using neat guns here- Pre-Civil War guns like the Colt Dragoon were loud, noisy, and stuck something full of nasty, gaping holes. Plus, there will be occult influences.

The RP will be an investigative action one. Essentially, we will be riding from town to town, healing the sick, giving a few sermons if needed, but more importantly, rooting out disbelief and worse. Anyone interested?

The Band of Fools - A Medieval Mercenary Company Roleplay

Probably going to play a returning crusader. He indebted himself whilst away, and returns to find his wife dead, and whilst the Church has looked after his holdings, he really has nothing to hold him back anymore. Probably has some decent armour and a blade, and the experience to use them, but is sort of depressed and certainly now in his early 30s, wondering what exactly he should be doing for his life.

Start your Engines!

Still looking.

Edge of the Empire

Still looking for people.

Rats in the Mall

“Quiet-quiet. We now enter their territory.” Patch held a single finger up to his lips, before thrusting his torch forward cautiously. They had exited the lower tunnels of the Cutlak’s digging, and were now inside the cellars. These were a dark and terrifying realm, but such was his job. In one hand, the experienced hunter held onto his weapon- the shiny head of it made from a relic that had been sharpened down to a lethal edge, and then bound to a long spike. It could be jabbed into a many-eyes if it tried lunging at you, and it could be swung in order to kill a rat or get through a web. Behind him were nine other rats, all with their own torches and weapons.

They fanned out into a rough semi-circle and moved forwards. Their job was to ensure that around the tunnels there were no many-eyes, and if there were, to make sure they weren’t going to be there for long. Their little torches seemed tiny in the vastness of what the creators had made, but Patches could feel something was wrong. His fur stood up and he paused. “Something not right-right…”

“Boss-boss… Web.” Patches turned, his fur rising up even more. “Light it.” The rat nodded and lowered his torch, the flames licking around it. The silk itself began to curl up, before the dust and grime that had accumulated on the silk caught light, the web going up with a faint ‘woof’ noise. Looking up, Patches gasped. In the new light, the web was… Larger than he had ever seen before. And now, rising from inside, was a spider larger than he had ever seen before.

“RUN-RUN! WE BLOW THE TUNNELS! RUN!” It was… Huge. Black and brown legs waved out at them, followed by a pair of fangs. Not having to be told twice, the group turned tail and fled. Many eyes they could deal with, but giant many eyes? Paws thudded on the ground as they sprinted towards the tunnel. “BOSS-BOSS! IT’S G-uuurrk…” There was a horrific gurgling sound as one of the rats screamed for the last time, the rest of the group running faster and faster. They reached the tunnels and filtered in, panting heavily.

It only got worse from there. Around one of the dropped torches, glinting eyes could be seen. The tunnels would not be big enough for that giant one, but the smaller ones… “You!” Patches pointed his finger to one of the smaller rats. “Run to the boom-rats. The tunnel-tunnels must be destroyed!” As soon as this was said, he turned back to the group, the other rat already sprinting off.

Around him now was seven other rats. The tunnel was big enough for perhaps three rats, and maybe two many-eyes. “You, you, you. In front.” He shuffled around a bit, the rats he had chosen grinding teeth on teeth. They all had shields, which would help, but in their other hands they had only torches. It was a good job none of them had dropped any. “You, you, with me.” He pointed to two other rats, those with slightly longer weapons. “With me.”

Finally, there was one more rat. “You… Squeeze in.” He pointed to one of the sides and shuffled along a bit, the tother two doing similar. Luckily, the dropped torch seemed to have stopped them from attacking immediately, but it was sputtering out. When it died, there was the sound of skittering, and the rats braced themselves, all manner of flames and pointy bits sticking out.

“Hunter-hunters never run! Defend! Defend!

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Rolling along, dragged by two hamsters, the carriage bumped along the road. The Honorratble Jazin Hackslash was walking along, bored out of his mind. Strapped to his back was a weapon that would be capable of slicing the annoying rat next to him clean in half, vertically, but he knew that doing so would lead to the same blade being used to cut his own head off. He hated escort jobs.

“Remind-remind me. What did we-we get for this?” He banged the side of the carriage with his metal-covered fist, and raised his eyebrow at the administrator next to him.

“Well-well! It was… Ah… How you say-say it? Boom powder?” The other rat thought for a little bit, before nodding. “Yes-yes. Boom powder.”

Well, at least the journey wasn’t a complete waste of time.

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"Next order of business-business!" There was a clattering as a paw was slammed down onto the table, and the Arch-Magos' looked up. The one who had banged his fist cleared his throat briefly, before standing up and brushing off the gown of leadership that he wore."Have-have you all heard of the death-death of Hesh?"

Their was a brief moment as the magos' murmurer and nodded. "And have you heard of the giant many-many eyes?"

Again, another series of murmurs and nods.

"The one who killed Hesh-Hesh hates eyes."

More murmurs and nods.

"Gentlerats. There is an obvious solution."

"These two enemies can work against each other."

Rats in the Mall

I feel any dramtic gravitas is instantly lost when we remember that these are fucking rats and this entire premise is hilarious as fuck. Post up within the next 2 hours, fingers crossed.

Adventuring Party Needed!

I'm in.

Town of Salem

This has been tried before. You are a braver man than I if you wish to risk it again.

I'm in tho.

Rats in the Mall

I'd like to point out that literally everyone seems to be a heretic. The fuck are all the Inquisitor rats?