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Saint Valerius Academy - A Knight/Noble Fantasy

Perhaps it's a ranking thing? Top student gets the top knight, second student gets the second knight, etc.

Saint Valerius Academy - A Knight/Noble Fantasy

I wouldn't mind seeing the pairings and an character example, want to make sure I'm filling out this sheet right

The idea of an alternate universe where the monarchies held power with magic and the age of revolutions has culminated in peak Slice Of Life magic duel academies is highly amusing.

@Fading Memory

There's an alternate world book by Randall Garret about a noble named Lord Darcy, he and his forensic sorcerer investigates events involving nobles. There's tech, but a lot of it is very steampunk - wooden sailing ships, carriages, steam locomotives (of course, it was very much a Murder on the Orient Express style), and preserver boxes. While duels are fought, usually it's with swords, not magic.

Saint Valerius Academy - A Knight/Noble Fantasy

Are our characters supposed to be from actual European countries, or made up countries?

If you're noble, do you get an NPC servant or two? Someone to help them dress, polish the shoes, keeps their room clean? A bodyguard, perhaps?

Do they get single rooms or have to share?

Saint Valerius Academy - A Knight/Noble Fantasy

This could be fun, yes.

I spent some time in England, almost everything was closed on a Sunday. If that's the one day students are allowed in town, some of these shops must have Sunday hours. MartMart, of course, doesn't care what day of the week is, nor will the local newsagents.

Favorite Anime characters are Ed from Cowboy Bebop and Maomao from The Apothecary Diaries.

Are small town roleplays still a thing? (Modern/Slice of life.)

Sandboxed are hard to keep interest. What would this be?

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

J'eon the Blacksmith

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J'eon was about to send a wave of fireballs towards the enemy when he spotted Kareet and other Tekeri bolt towards the enemy archers. The glen blacksmith gnashed his teeth - if he fired now, he might hit them. Worse, if he fell short, the archers would see the Tekeri moving towards them.

He grinned as five fireballs appeared in his hand, about the size of his thumb, and hauling his arm back, threw them at an arch so they would fly over the archers before falling behind them, hopefully not hitting the trees. With the wind, it should blow the flames toward the enemy.

"You will regret this night, I think," the Glen rumbled.

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Jack Mallory

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"Understood," Jack snapped, surprised the headset still had the ship in range. "The survival of the ship and the civilians on board takes priority! I repeat, ship's survival comes first!"

The creatures attacking them wouldn't stand still long enough for a shell to land....

Impossibly massive arms appeared, shorter than a Glenn. As the hands began moving towards them, Jack turned and fired off three rounds where the arms would have met. Maybe it had a head out there.

"Can you leap over it?" he asked.

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

Ilyana the Half-Human

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As the water wagon attendant jotted down in his log of the four gallons of water issued to Illyana, there came a heavy sigh from underneath the wagon, and a small figure crawled out from underneath - Thistrideth Dragongrog, the beardless night baker. Many a dwarf gave the redhead a double-take when they saw her naked chin, the blood-red lipstick or the blush on her bare cheeks. While many a dwarf made noise of disgust, sometimes one of them would hang back, and ask her in a trembling voice where they could get that makeup, too?

Athulwin most likely had caught wind of her makeup parties with the interested female dwarves, but he wasn't invited. And makeup was a lot more comfortable than that itchy false-beard that her mother made Thistrideth wear.

However, she wasn't wearing her signature makeup at the moment. She looked annoyed, unhappy about crawling out from under the best cool spot in the desert. Her studded sleeping mask had been shoved up like some weird headband.

"Hey," Thistrideth called out to the wagon attendant, shaking her head to clear it, then staring at the receding back of Illyana as she made her way towards her cart, "Was that Hyrilea with that boy?"
"Uh, yeah."

"Not again," Thistrideth grumbles, then sighs as she pulls herself upright. "Don't let anyone take my spot."

As she entered the commissary tent, Thistrideth could see the centaur with the other servers, helping to lay out carpets on the sands.

"Hyrilea!" the lowland dwarf bellowed angrily, making every head in the tent jerk in her direction. The centaur frowned, but cantered over.
"Thist,..."
"What the hell were you doing with that boy?"
"Boy? Oh, nothing. He didn't know where the water wagons were...."
"And so you offered to show him," the baker said scornfully. "And you then offered to show them around town, too. What's the matter? Kostantinos' eyes wandering around those new fillies?"
"I... I don't know what...!"
"Save it, honey. The last thing we need is a jealous guard attacking a half-grown half-elf. Do you want to see him in a slave collar here because he killed that boy? Maybe you as well? Do you know where you might wind up if you get collared?
"He's not a boy, he's a sailor off of a navy ship! He's got all those battle scars...!"
"He's not even forty!" Thistrideth retorted. "Hell, I don't know his have dropped, yet."

Blushes burned on a few cheeks behind Hyrilea.

"Boy's got no family name, he's been disowned," the baker went on. "What was Athulwin gonna do? Leave the lad behind, like his crew did? The kid's got a good head on his shoulders, I don't need you messin' with it because you're angry at Kostantinos and tryin' ta make him jealous!"

The centaur ducks her head, her right hand wraps around her left elbow.

"I... I'm sorry, Thist...."
"Yer sorry," the dwarf says scornfully. "They tell me dat lump on your shoulders is a head, you best start usin' it. If yer angry at Kostantinos, take it out on him. Kick him in da shins, give him a nip - he's a big boy, he can take it. Don't go draggin' others into your mess, and I won't have to find someone else to pull the spice wagon."

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Granny Siri

"Hey, you!" Siri called out, spying Illyana. "I need some help with this tent, think when you're done with yer water, you could come back here? There's coin in it for you!"

"Coin?" the half-human said, blinking at the Wanderer cleric. "Sure, I'll be right over."

Siri frowned as Illyana trudged away.

"Did he look okay to you?" she asked Pilot.
The construct shrugs, turning back to tugging at the canvas, trying to spread it out.

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

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Absolutely! There's infinite room. The Caravan is bigger on the inside, I swear

@Tortoise

People have gotten lost. Remember to bring string and tie it well at the entrance. There will be stairs.

Into the Land of Twilight --- A story-focused fantasy adventure RP

I'm tempted to bring in a character. Do goblins exist in this world?

Are they in conflict with the elves? Or do the elves just ignore them?

The Guardians of Dara

I'm great at playing multiple characters, they just sorta spawn.

I've in mind a captain. Some might call them a pirate. Others a thief, a beggar, a storyteller, or an out and out liar. What really urks them though is that some of their stories have gotten confused with another captain/theif/beggar/storyteller/liar, and everyone accuses them of taking their tales.

It's a hard life.