Etranger

The Infinite Railroad

I'll just squeeze on in here.

The Erusean Mail Service Wants You!

I'll keep an eye on this for now.

You Can Become a Hero!

Still here. Technically due for a post, but I just kept putting it off.

Another Epic Tale? Hopefully - An Isekai/Other World RP

I'm down!

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

When the madness began back at Craig's house, Theresa was less concerned than would seem appropriate. Her initial thoughts were that Craig had spent an obnoxious sum of money trying to put together a little show to impress them or something. After all, if he was tasteless enough to eat junk food from precious finery, then he must have been batty enough to organise this mess just to create "ambience". Perhaps they were starting their campaign in the midst of an earthquake? It became less easy for Theresa to write off what was happening as the manual began to float and flip pages autonomously. As light engulfed the room, Theresa had well and truly begun to panic.

She awoke to the distinct sensation of feeling heavy. She initially chalked it up to a groggy sensation. They appeared to have been taken somewhere. Theresa's immediate instinct was to wonder if Craig had drugged them all to drag them off. She had always suspected he had something of a rapist/kidnapper vibe to him. How could she be sure they all hadn't been violated while they were out cold? As much as her thoughts raced with wild possibilities, the more worrying prospect was their surroundings. Being in some sort of medieval tavern was one thing, but she it was painfully clear that some of the people around her were not at all human. She wanted to say they were all in costume, but their "costumes" were too elaborate and realistic to be artificial.

As Theresa continued to take everything in, an even more insane fact became apparent. The people closest to her appeared to be the characters of the others from her group. Given the way they were talking, Theresa was quite convinced they actually were the others from her group. They all seemed equally confused with what was happening, too. "So then..." Theresa began, swiftly halting her speech at the sound of her own voice. Only, she would not describe it as her own voice. It was much deeper, masculine even. Looking at herself, her hypothesis was confirmed; she was dressed in platemail befitting a knightly paladin. It was almost assuredly Alistair's platemail. Patting herself over, the feel of every masculine feature of her body further confirmed her fears. Her solid muscles, her square jawline, it was nothing like the pasty nerd of a woman she was supposed to be. Lastly, her hands reached for her crotch, and a final conclusion was reached. "That's a penis." She whispered to herself as faintly as possible. It was like a final admission that she was very much no longer Theresa Albern, at least not on the physical level.

As the others puzzled over their dilemma, Theresa, or Alistair as it were, sat still and internally fretted over what was going on. She was not the type to take charge in a crisis, and even if she were, what on earth could she possibly suggest in this fantastical scenario?

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

For the umpteenth time, Theresa questioned why she was still here. The answer was simple enough in theory; she had come here to get out of her comfort zone and challenge herself to be a functioning adult for once in her life. The only problem was she had the misfortune to choose to embed herself in a group with a degenerate man-child for a leader. While Theresa imagined she had little ground to stand on, at least she could claim not to inflict her obnoxiousness upon others if she could help it. Craig almost seemed to revel in acting like a pustule on the face of society. Here he was, gorging himself with common snacks, resting them upon finery befitting a man of a far greater caliber than himself. He was like a living metaphor for the rot in society. It did not help matters that he was one of the most horrendous roleplayers Theresa had ever known. She had preferred to roleplay online before this, and even on the bowels of the internet had she not encountered anything so overtly disgusting, though that may be trumped up to good fortune on her part. Nobody would know it from looking at her, but she had mentally driven needles into Craig's neck multiple times over the course of these sessions.

As much as his attitude bothered her, she was sometimes thankful for his inattentiveness. Today she had submitted a character produced in a rare spate of idealism on her part, accompanied by an equally idealised piece of lore to accompany Craig's realm of myriad juxtapositions. She was already thinking about how silly it was, and thanking the stars that Craig didn't really bother to look at it very closely. If he had, she imagined the malignant tumour would have had some crass commentary on it. It really was a blessing to go unnoticed sometimes, even if it was contrary to the point of her coming here.

Indulging in one of Alex's sandwiches, the topic of conversation turned to one of familiarity as they all awaited the beginning of Craig's campaign. "When do things not seem like we haven't done them a thousand times?" Theresa remarked listlessly. Sometimes she felt like every day was a repeat of the last. Granted, on her end, it was probably because she didn't get out as much as she should, but with this group, it did feel like the bulk of instances revolved around watching Craig act like an ass with little variation in poor behavior.

The Mage Guild of Alsijan

Character Name: Sylvanna Teledar
Time of Day: Early morning
Location: Dormitory
Interacting with: who really gives a toss

Eventually, Sylvie found herself out on the practise field like everyone else. It was about time, too, because she was sick of sitting through orientations and lectures. They had promised her a chance to use magic, and she wanted a chance to use magic! Magic was directly conducive to having fun, unlike talking, talking, and more talking. Granted, there was fun to be had in talking, but not the kindof talking they had been doing up till now. It was more fun listening to Phoenix Dumb talk about being Phoenix Dumb than anything else. The moment he stepped out onto the foreground, Sylvie was anticipating a fun time.

Marius did not disappoint. He immediately caused a huge scene with his flashy magic, and he caused a whole bunch of problems for the staff to deal with. Sylvie giggled and cackled as she watched him obliviously grandstand in front of the almost assuredly annoyed proctors. She was a little disappointed to see how calmly Den responded to him. She was hoping for more of a furor like with Mama Tiana back in the dorm. Where was the fun in people calmly talking things out and being reasonable? Still, she was quite satisfied with his performance. If she had been one of the proctors, though she would never do so due to it being all too dull, she would have given him perfect marks.

However, the best part was that with the end of his stunts came the time for her to make her own show. Sylvie loved getting the chance to have things go her way. It was great to have others entertain her, but sometimes they didn't go the whole hog, so it was better to be able to stir things up personally. Right now, Sylvie was running high on Marius' example, and so she wanted to add some flair to her own attempt. Instead of walking out like a normal person, Sylvie pirouetted into the center of attention. "Hark, ye masses!" She began, as if announcing herself to the world. "I am the scintillatingly superb Sylvanna Teledar! I am an adept of the schools of Enchantment and Alteration." Her claim to significant skill in either field was as embellished as her performance, but from the looks on the proctor's faces it seemed they were under no illusions of what they were dealing with.

When given the go ahead to make her own mark on this test, Sylvie launched into an even greater performance than before. She leapt into the air, pulling off a spin mid-air, and landed in a dramatic fashion, before pointing to the furthest point of the field, behind the proctors. "See? My magnificence is laid bare for the world to see!" One look in the direction she pointed in would reveal nothing of interest. It would appear as though she had done nothing at all besides some fancy acrobatics.

But therein lay the trap. With at least some distracted, Sylvie took the chance to perform some actual magic. Her spell was one of Alteration, and it was directed at a female proctor with her back turned to her. It was nothing harmful, at least physically; it was merely designed to weaken the fabric of clothing, in this case breaking down the proctor's robes to the point they came apart at the seams and fell from her body. To Syvlie's great amusement, and the proctor's certain horror, she was left completely exposed save her undergarments. Sylvie, overwhelmed by the hilarity of her own little jape, collapsed to the ground howling with laughter, oblivious to the possibility of actual consequences from this.

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

Theresa/Alistair

True Name: Theresa Albern

True age: 21

True gender: Female

True appearance: Standing at a mere 142cm (4’8), Theresa is not only diminuative in stature but also thin and unimposing of build. She is whiter than sour cream, to the point some seeing her in the dark might be concerned they had just found a ghost. Her jet black hair and green eyes do little to compliment her pasty features. The bags under her eyes betray a life spent isolated and unhealthily.

True personality: One look at Theresa would take one to assume she was a stereotypical shut-in nerd, and that would hardly be an unfair assumption to make. She is typically averse to confrontation, loathe to speak up in groups, and lacking in social sense when she does. She is highly sensitive to other’s opinions of her, and tends to take things said to her deeply personally if they are less than kind. Her solve saving grace is that she has a certain cleverness to her; she knows when it’s best to keep her mouth shut, and occasionally produces a decent piece of insight into the actions of others.

Though she appears and somewhat acts meek, a look inside Theresa’s head would quickly convince anyone otherwise. Within her own thoughts, she is jaded, cynical and downright judgemental. She tends to keep her inner commentary to herself, but suffice to say just because she hasn’t told you she doesn’t like you, there’s no guarantee she isn’t thinking about just how much she doesn’t like you right now.

Reason for having attended the game: Theresa had decided that she was going to challenge herself and step outside her comfort zone. To that end, she decided to tack herself onto a roleplaying group, even if the thought of being among a group of abject strangers terrified her more than anything. In her ignorance, she chose to show up to this group’s sessions, coming to regret not knowing anybody that could have told her the DM was kindof an ass.

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Character´s name: Alistair Ignace

Character´s age: 25

Character´s gender: Male

Character´s appearance:

Hider

Character´s background and lore: The son of a humble famer, Alistair seemed destinied for a life of baseborn drudgery, but he so idolised the idea of joining the Verus Order; a knightly band of heroes dedicated to upholding peace and virtue in the realm. Thus, he started training day and night that he might become a match for the order’s finest, saving up enough money from his rural toil to buy a common sword. One day, he came across a traveller having been waylaid by a foul brigand. He drew his sword and met the criminal in combat, and came out the victor. To his great surprise, the traveller was in fact a member of the lofty Verus Order himself, and he offered to take Alistair on as his squire on the spot.

Alistair has since become a solid junior member of the Verus Order, now fit and free to travel the land at his own leisure. As knights of the Verus Order are largely autonomous, Alistair chose to fall in with an adventuring band in order to make use of his skills and hopefully keep his fellows on the right moral track. While he is dedicated to the cause of goodness, he won’t begrudge anyone the chance to earn money in a lawful and decent manner.

In summary, Alistair is a cliché knight in shining armour, and almost everything Theresa is not.

Character´s abilities:
-Trained Swordsman: Alistair is talented with the blade, both by his own tutelage and through learning with the Verus Order.

-Healing Hands: As a cliché order of paladins, the Verus Order teaches all its initiates the use healing magic.

The DM was terrible at his job and let everyone toss their own ideas into this mess. What poorly thought out ideas did you contribute?: The Verus Order itself, straight out of Alistair’s backstory. They are a widespread order with chapters in many lands, dedicated to protecting the innocent and slaying the wicked. Their numbers can include anything from flat out goody two-shoeses to crusading vigilantes.

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

@ShwiggityShwah

phoenix dweeb strikes again

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

Alright, here's my sheet done. Hope it's okay.

Theresa/Alistair

True Name: Theresa Albern

True age: 21

True gender: Female

True appearance: Standing at a mere 142cm (4’8), Theresa is not only diminuative in stature but also thin and unimposing of build. She is whiter than sour cream, to the point some seeing her in the dark might be concerned they had just found a ghost. Her jet black hair and green eyes do little to compliment her pasty features. The bags under her eyes betray a life spent isolated and unhealthily.

True personality: One look at Theresa would take one to assume she was a stereotypical shut-in nerd, and that would hardly be an unfair assumption to make. She is typically averse to confrontation, loathe to speak up in groups, and lacking in social sense when she does. She is highly sensitive to other’s opinions of her, and tends to take things said to her deeply personally if they are less than kind. Her solve saving grace is that she has a certain cleverness to her; she knows when it’s best to keep her mouth shut, and occasionally produces a decent piece of insight into the actions of others.

Though she appears and somewhat acts meek, a look inside Theresa’s head would quickly convince anyone otherwise. Within her own thoughts, she is jaded, cynical and downright judgemental. She tends to keep her inner commentary to herself, but suffice to say just because she hasn’t told you she doesn’t like you, there’s no guarantee she isn’t thinking about just how much she doesn’t like you right now.

Reason for having attended the game: Theresa had decided that she was going to challenge herself and step outside her comfort zone. To that end, she decided to tack herself onto a roleplaying group, even if the thought of being among a group of abject strangers terrified her more than anything. In her ignorance, she chose to show up to this group’s sessions, coming to regret not knowing anybody that could have told her the DM was kindof an ass.

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Character´s name: Alistair Ignace

Character´s age: 25

Character´s gender: Male

Character´s appearance:

Hider

Character´s background and lore: The son of a humble famer, Alistair seemed destinied for a life of baseborn drudgery, but he so idolised the idea of joining the Verus Order; a knightly band of heroes dedicated to upholding peace and virtue in the realm. Thus, he started training day and night that he might become a match for the order’s finest, saving up enough money from his rural toil to buy a common sword. One day, he came across a traveller having been waylaid by a foul brigand. He drew his sword and met the criminal in combat, and came out the victor. To his great surprise, the traveller was in fact a member of the lofty Verus Order himself, and he offered to take Alistair on as his squire on the spot.

Alistair has since become a solid junior member of the Verus Order, now fit and free to travel the land at his own leisure. As knights of the Verus Order are largely autonomous, Alistair chose to fall in with an adventuring band in order to make use of his skills and hopefully keep his fellows on the right moral track. While he is dedicated to the cause of goodness, he won’t begrudge anyone the chance to earn money in a lawful and decent manner.

In summary, Alistair is a cliché knight in shining armour, and almost everything Theresa is not.

Character´s abilities:
-Trained Swordsman: Alistair is talented with the blade, both by his own tutelage and through learning with the Verus Order.

-Healing Hands: As a cliché order of paladins, the Verus Order teaches all its initiates the use healing magic.

The DM was terrible at his job and let everyone toss their own ideas into this mess. What poorly thought out ideas did you contribute?: The Verus Order itself, straight out of Alistair’s backstory. They are a widespread order with chapters in many lands, dedicated to protecting the innocent and slaying the wicked. Their numbers can include anything from flat out goody two-shoeses to crusading vigilantes.