Taaadaaaaa! I officially declare this RP... openend!!!!
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Back in business after a year long hiatus.
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Do you little scallywags want to join us on a sssspace adventure?
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Why did the Tyranid cross the road? Because it consumed the chicken's biomass and assimilated its actions into the hive mind...
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What's the most difficult part of cooking a vegetable? ... Fitting the golden throne in the oven!
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The sun is reaching his zenith. It's warmth spreading across the land, heating up the sand, making the journey for the Outcasts even harder. The caravan slowly trudges through the sand, only going as fast as the slowest Yunik*. Along the long line of people, the few sand skiffs*2 the Outcasts possess, patrol the sides, making sure the vulnerable group isn't attacked.
Among the many various races and people are a couple of individuals called the Dwellers. These individuals were carefully picked to delve into the Old Cities and risk their lives to find stuff from the Old World so the Tribe could survive.
Somewhere at the back of the line, with some of the slower Yuniks and people, we find two of these Dwellers. An Aylvs and a human. People tend to ignore them in fear of the Aylvs' reputation. Even though the Outcasts all need to work together, old wounds bury deep. And thus these two are left to their own devices, not bothered and simply left alone with their own Yunik... which appears to be limping.
If one would move a bit forward, one would arrive at a small sea of green. Goblins and orcs tend to stick together, as they are the only ones who can stand each others smell. Among this merry bunch walks Fizz. He seems to be having a conversation with one of his 'mates'. "Awh come on man. You promised me to give me a part of the haul you brought back for that thing I did for you! Don't back out now!" he says with a high pitched voice, goblins are so well known for. An orc looks over his shoulder in confusion at the two, but can't be bothered too start a conversation with the tiny beings.
Leaving the sea of green behind, we move on to a hairy bunch. The dwarfs also like to tend to themselves. Although travelling is never easy for them with the large amounts of hair they need to carry along, it is always a festive mood in their ranks. What little booze they have disappears fast in their mouths. Unfortunately, the dwarf called Brimar the Bloodied has to miss this, as it was his task to man the east flank sand skiff today. He sees a dwarf raising a glass at him as the skiff roars past the group of dwarfs. His co-driver, an elf (some cruel joke from the tribe leaders probably), bumps your shoulder and yells to come above the roaring sound of the motor. "Stop getting distracted you fool! You need to keep your eyes open for dangers. If the caravan get's ambushed it's your fault for not paying attention!" Without waiting for an answer the elf turns his attention to the empty wastes at his side of the skiff, leaving the dwarf to his own thoughts.
At the head of the caravan the races begin to intertwine a bit more. Humans walking next to elves and halfings next to ratlings. One human in particular really likes to talk aloud. This time a brown haired woman was his target. Both were Dwellers, but were never send out together. Yet the male still couldn't stop boasting about his many accomplishments, obviously trying to impress the woman.
And so, the caravan slowly made it's way towards it's destination: A rock arch formation in the far distance. A small speck on the horizon. So far to go and the sand slowly starting to get warmer and warmer...
Among the many various races and people are a couple of individuals called the Dwellers. These individuals were carefully picked to delve into the Old Cities and risk their lives to find stuff from the Old World so the Tribe could survive.
Somewhere at the back of the line, with some of the slower Yuniks and people, we find two of these Dwellers. An Aylvs and a human. People tend to ignore them in fear of the Aylvs' reputation. Even though the Outcasts all need to work together, old wounds bury deep. And thus these two are left to their own devices, not bothered and simply left alone with their own Yunik... which appears to be limping.
If one would move a bit forward, one would arrive at a small sea of green. Goblins and orcs tend to stick together, as they are the only ones who can stand each others smell. Among this merry bunch walks Fizz. He seems to be having a conversation with one of his 'mates'. "Awh come on man. You promised me to give me a part of the haul you brought back for that thing I did for you! Don't back out now!" he says with a high pitched voice, goblins are so well known for. An orc looks over his shoulder in confusion at the two, but can't be bothered too start a conversation with the tiny beings.
Leaving the sea of green behind, we move on to a hairy bunch. The dwarfs also like to tend to themselves. Although travelling is never easy for them with the large amounts of hair they need to carry along, it is always a festive mood in their ranks. What little booze they have disappears fast in their mouths. Unfortunately, the dwarf called Brimar the Bloodied has to miss this, as it was his task to man the east flank sand skiff today. He sees a dwarf raising a glass at him as the skiff roars past the group of dwarfs. His co-driver, an elf (some cruel joke from the tribe leaders probably), bumps your shoulder and yells to come above the roaring sound of the motor. "Stop getting distracted you fool! You need to keep your eyes open for dangers. If the caravan get's ambushed it's your fault for not paying attention!" Without waiting for an answer the elf turns his attention to the empty wastes at his side of the skiff, leaving the dwarf to his own thoughts.
At the head of the caravan the races begin to intertwine a bit more. Humans walking next to elves and halfings next to ratlings. One human in particular really likes to talk aloud. This time a brown haired woman was his target. Both were Dwellers, but were never send out together. Yet the male still couldn't stop boasting about his many accomplishments, obviously trying to impress the woman.
And so, the caravan slowly made it's way towards it's destination: A rock arch formation in the far distance. A small speck on the horizon. So far to go and the sand slowly starting to get warmer and warmer...
Ding ding ding! I officially declare this RP started!
PS: I'm gonna give @Buddha special treatment because he's also Dutch. Muhehehe.
PS: I'm gonna give @Buddha special treatment because he's also Dutch. Muhehehe.
It had been rainy and stormy the entire day and the sun was setting. The young king Elendin stares out over the city of Riadan from the highest tower of his palace. He let's out a sigh before his gaze shifts towards a shield on the wall. It bears his coat of arms and used to belong to his father and his father before him. Now it was his to wield and his task to protect the realm against any dangers.
How is he supposed to surpass his father? One of the most beloved kings to this day. "I am but a dwarf, compared to a giant." he mutters to himself before closing his eyes and letting out a sigh.
Soon the advisers from the Great Provinces would arrive and the real work that comes with ruling an Empire would start. His uncle had warned him for their potential serpent like words. They would try to twist his minds with honeyed words and promises. If the Empire was to remain and grow, he would have be to be as strong, if not stronger then his father. Quite the daunting task.
The young king tries to think back to the simpler times. Playing in the Royal Gardens with his friends while his mother watched over him. A smile appears on his face but quickly fades as a new memory arises. His mother, her skin blood red, coughing, wheezing... Dying. The Red Hand Plague* had swept over the Emperiat province not 6 years ago and left behind a pile of corpses. The province had recovered by now, but many people still lost dear ones, including the young boy Elendin. Now he was all alone, with just his uncle to guide him through this life of politics and intrigue.
A knock... Another knock wakes him from his thoughts. He looks up and turns towards the door. His uncle enters and gives a brief nod. The first adviser was about to pass the Inner-City gates. Even though the sun was already setting and rain was pouring down on the streets, they were filled with people trying to catch a glimpse of these foreign man who were to advise their Emperor. They would pass through the Paragon Path and would see the unfinished statue of Emperor Andèris. Ascended to Paragonship... Will he receive the same honor when he passes away? He waves the thoughts away and returns the nod to his uncle.
It was time to meet his new advisers...
* The Red Hand Plague swept through the Emperiat province and took many lives. It's a contagious disease where the skin turns blood red in certain spots and people slowly choke because their throat swells up.
Lovely to see the smack talking already going strong. Would love to see that back IC. Haha
Well, since we got most stuff in, I'm hoping to write the first IC post tomorrow. When we start, your characters are just arriving in the capital. They are greeted by a large crowd who can either be very passionate about your arrival or... loathing. You decide.
I'm still working on the map and the information about Emperiat. @Cyclone is also still busy on his thing, but he can join later, since his character is not actually invited anyway. ;)
ARE WE EXCITED!?
I'm still working on the map and the information about Emperiat. @Cyclone is also still busy on his thing, but he can join later, since his character is not actually invited anyway. ;)
ARE WE EXCITED!?
Right, since everything is ready, I'm hoping to whip up the first post tomorrow.
When we start, the Tribe is on the move to some rock formations. The Tribe of Outcasts counts about 50ish people, so it's a rather large crowd.
I'll often post * next to unknown words, so people know what I actually mean by that. Like Sandboat! Wtf should I imagine by that? Well, don't worry. Got you covered when we get there.
When we start, the Tribe is on the move to some rock formations. The Tribe of Outcasts counts about 50ish people, so it's a rather large crowd.
I'll often post * next to unknown words, so people know what I actually mean by that. Like Sandboat! Wtf should I imagine by that? Well, don't worry. Got you covered when we get there.
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@Kho Some are different then others. Depends on how the Province was integrated in the Empire. And of course you will! I... just have to come up with them.
@Kho You'll have control over anyone coming from your province, but since we only play at court, this only means the adviser. You might send letters to your province asking for certain forms of support and you can type up the reaction of receiving this letter for example. In agreement with the GM, this support can be given yay or nay.
There are certain rules and regulations for each province as we start the RP. At times there will be council meetings where these rules and regulations get reviewed again. If you have managed to influence the king, perhaps he's willing to change these rules in favor for your province, making it stronger, and able to grand your character more support.
Later, when existential threats also arise, the focus will shift from the court to... some places else. Then you'll be able to take control of other characters of your province as well.
There are certain rules and regulations for each province as we start the RP. At times there will be council meetings where these rules and regulations get reviewed again. If you have managed to influence the king, perhaps he's willing to change these rules in favor for your province, making it stronger, and able to grand your character more support.
Later, when existential threats also arise, the focus will shift from the court to... some places else. Then you'll be able to take control of other characters of your province as well.
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