Expendable

New Roleplay Idea - Join the Adventure!

I don't know she'll fit in with your narrative - a half-dark elf, raised by a mage (well, his housekeeper) and his man-at-arms in a sort of twisted revenge plot for being fired from his job as a court mage by the prince when he assumed the throne. On the prince's wedding night, he wound up in the wrong bed, and her mother delivered her to the mage after she was born.

New Roleplay Idea - Join the Adventure!

Hola @Expendable, @twannyman, & @rush99999!

I'm taking my time getting this RP up and running. There should be enough information there for you to start brainstorming up characters or asking questions.

This RP will likely be up and running with a decent number of missions to choose from by next week. If you have any ideas or would like to help CO-GM it, please let me know.

Thanks!

Link:
roleplayerguild.com/topics/191515-kin…

@Balthazar007

Sorry! The character I had in mind is not a mage or a warrior, so I'm re-casting.

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

Ilyana draws out her cutlass, veering towards the noise... and a loud, sing-song sort of booming voice. It had to be the short giant. Pushing her way through the brush, she came cross the giant's trail, and followed along, arriving on their heels at the entrance of the tomb. Not was the giant alone. There was two other white-haired half-human men with Galaxor, making her self-conscious for a moment about her blonde hair - another difference.

"Ah," she drawls, lowering her cutlass and nodding her head. "I'm Ilyana, I just came in to fetch some fallen branches for a fire, later. What's going on here? What's that?"

There was something very odd about this, but she couldn't fault them if they sent her back.

mentions

@Abstract Proxy @twannyman @Timemaster

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

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I disagree. We're a smart bunch; we can remember the details of recurring characters, as we already see people doing with Hoogarth. And if someone does forget, I'm here to remember. Making a whole CS for a character nobody plays is a lot of work and a lot of reading for no real gain, and rubs my GM'ing instincts the wrong way.

@Tortoise

Forgive me, I am merely mortal. It also helps to remind others like myself when my character is interacting with that character so their details and perhaps their history helps me craft a better scene.

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Harold seems like a lovely lad.

@twannyman

He's just a sketch, a basic description and a point about his personality. Had we dug in deeper, perhaps we'll learn he joined the pilgrimage to escape the farm. Or gambling debts, and what he must do to pay them off.

Still, one can have fun with a sketch.

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

Being the GM should exempt you from character sheets or smth.

@Tortoise

Important Non-Player Characters should have a character sheet, for much the same reason players create character sheets - to remind them of their character's details.

Minor characters who won't be interacting much with the players should have a brief writeup if only for you to reuse them again. Like the Quartermaster's Assistant - Harold - This teen boy makes you think of a strutting cat. He has round chestnut eyes. His fine, wavy, neck-length hair is the color of varnished wood, and is worn in an unruly style. He is very short and has a graceful build. His skin is pale. He has a wide forehead and small hands. He wears a green beret, a tanned leather jerkin, a dark green peasant blouse, dark brown breeches, and a tanned leather belt with a small knife in a sheath. He's usually barefoot. He likes to flirt with the girls when they pick up their supplies.

Harold really doesn't need much more. Some will never get a write-up, good for a scene and gone.

New Roleplay Idea - Join the Adventure!

Haven't seen the thread yet....

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

Jack Mallory, X.O.

"Doctor," Jack said, eyeing Shirik with a sickly smile after hearing the most dangerous being they'd met so far speaking English. "Right now, we don't actually know what we need, just what we want."

"Just as our host wants our ship," he adds, waving at Silbermine, "And our participation in this ranking contest. But neither of us knows what he actually needs. Neither, I wager, does he."

"So our mission is to observe and to learn more about the people here, while limiting what they learn about us." The X.O. sighs, deflating. "Which unfortunate is not going to happen, because everyone here wants to show off for the locals."

Jack pauses to scratch the side of his head. "Really, our only hope is we spot something before they do. And that's where you come in, Doctor Ibarra. You see, they know we need those of their people who can generate electricity. That actually gives them a measure of control over us, since they control the sources of that ability. But if you can spot an alternate way that isn't so obvious to them, some of that control passes back to us."

"Now, let us see what our friend Shirik has for us?"

Ex's Lair

Name: (Include nicknames as well)

Age: Biological: 32 | Chronological: 33 (14 months cryo-suspension)

Appearance: This lady puts you in mind of a clever fox. She has almond-shaped eyes the color of varnished wood. Her silky, curly, black hair is very short and is worn in a pixie cut. She is tall and has a graceful build. Her skin is tanned. She has a small nose. Her wardrobe is practical, with a lot of olive drab.

Background: (A brief history of what your character has notably done, up to until this job.)

• Region Three Fencing Championship, Second Place.
• Graduate - Seares Military Service Academy (Army branch)
• Commission with Seares Corporate Army Service, Second Lieutenant.
• Graduate - Seares Ranger Training
• Promotion to First Lieutenant
• Atoin XI Incident: Awarded Bronze Star; Seares Expeditionary Medal.
• Copertes Colony Uprising: Awarded Gallant Service Medal; Meritorious Service Award.
• Promotion to Captain
• Barnar 7 Pirate Raid: Awarded Silver Star; Purple Heart; Seares Expeditionary Medal - second award.
• Arrestted in the murder investigation for Major James Thorton-Harris when evidence of a blackmail attempt to hold up her promotion unless she agreed to sleep with him.
• Convicted by general court-martial.
• Assigned to the Seares Military Penal Cyrostorage for a term of twenty years.
• Accepted hazardous duty assignment to <REDACTED> concerning <REDACTED>. Completed mission successfully, awarded pardon, all previously frozen funds plus mission bonus, property in storage, and immediate expulson from Seares Corporate space. NDA on file.

At A Glance: (A mixture of a personality assessment and morality compass, how do they act, are they a good person (what even is good anymore? Steal from the rich, feed the poor).

Skills: (What is your character good at doing? Gunslinging, persuasion, infiltration, leadership, piloting - stuff that makes sense for one to have given their story, feel free to throw some curveballs to make things interesting)

Equipment: (What armor, weaponry, equipment, and so on is your character carrying? You don't need to list every piece of equipment if it's ubiquitous like your flashlight, a lighter. Think about the stuff, you'll be using on a day to day and signature items.)

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

Ilyana sighs, rubbing her stomach through her leathers. The caravan was not as cramp as a ship, to be sure, but she needed to step away from the crowd and decompress - and the only place to go was the into the forest. Besides, she'll need firewood later. There ought to be plenty of fallen limbs lying a short distance away from the road.

Giving a wave at the nearest guard, she stepped past the road and into the forest.

Of course, everything close to the road had already been taken away. She paused to cut an arrow on the side of a tree, then continued moving deeper into the trees, pausing every so often to mark the trunks. It was weird how there were no fallen branches - other travelers must have been going further and further in for wood.

Or....

Ilyana's musing was cut short as she felt something massive moving through the forest nearby, setting even the wildlife into flight.

Blackguards!

A pity. May we meet in more interesting times.