Frengo

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CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

@Shorticus

Alright everybody, let's join hands and form a protective circle around Shorticus as he attempts to create a dice system.

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Poor Rize. That's all I'ma say. Green recruit fighting in the Almurzani...

Bless his heart.

@Everyone: How do we feel about using some sort of dice system to handle bouts in the Almurzani?

@Shorticus

That'd be fine, but the last time I tried to create a combat-orientated dice system for the guild, I got run out of town by a mob of super angry nerds.

So if you want to put your neck on the line, and risk being cannibalised by a cross-community lynch mob, then be my guest!

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The Warrior and the Senator

A Scalethein Empire Post - Spring, 500 A.E

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Character: Warmaster Bloodaxe

Location: War Summit of the Stone Guard, Uthein

The axe, as massive and as heavy as it was, flowed through the air like a delicate feather, until it came to a sudden and crashing standstill in the face of a straw-stuffed practice dummy. Bloodaxe grunted, and heaved the weapon backwards. The dummy was torn into an incoherent mess by the backwards pull, and fell into a pile of hessian and straw at the mighty Dwarf's feet.

"Very good my love," a woman spoke seductively from nearby. "But I fear the armour suited you better when you were younger."

Bloodaxe turned his head, and his armour creaked with the movement. Losha was his favourite of whores; as stout as she was beautiful, with two wholesome breasts and the curves of a real woman. Her freckled face looked out from strands of red hair, and she bit her lower lip in an attempt to entice him nearer.

"Perhaps," he retorted. "But it aint how a warrior be lookin', it be 'bout how 'ard he can swing."

Losha rolled her eyes, and leaned back onto the table, spreading herself over its width. "Eloquently put, my love. But what do they say about a warrior's ability to fuck?"

Bloodaxe smirked beneath his helm, twisting his face into a spiderweb of wrinkles. "They be sayin' that a man that cannae fuck, aint a man at all - he be a corpse."

"And are you a corpse, my love?"

The mighty Dwarf let his axe full by his side, and it clattered onto the hard stone of his personal training room. He marched over to Losha with the thoughtless purpose of youth, fumbling with the straps of his armour as he went.

And then there was a thunderous knock on the great oaken doors. Bloodaxe froze, weighing the enjoyment of Losha against the more pressing matter of an unexpected visitor.

"Warmaster," a voice called. "The Senator has arrived, he wishes to speak with you immediately."

Bloodaxe snarled, and Losha feigned disappointment at the interruption. "Already?" He shouted back, and made for the doors.

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Character: Senator Ackwell Stonebrim

Location: War Summit of the Stone Guard, Uthein

The Senator had not attended the latest meeting of the Senate, who had gathered to address the infamous Stone Guard Review. He'd been more than confident that the Queen's will governed more than two thirds of the Senate, and so his vote was surplus. Considering that he'd introduced the motion, and had been favoured to chair the Review, the wily Senator had seen fit to reach Bloodaxe before the war monger had a chance to put on a show.

He'd sat outside of the War Summit for three hours, waiting for his servants to bring him the news of the Review's legal ratification. A few minutes ago, Plythe, his personal secretary, had indeed brought the news, and now Senator Ackewell Stonebrim was launching the political equivalent of a pre-emptive strike against Bloodaxe and his cronies.

The guards had initially tried to bar his passage to the War Summit, but after enough shouting and waving his Senatorial seal around, they had relented and let him through. More guards tried to ferry him through the massive complex, but he shooed them away under the threat of arrest. They'd laughed and snarled at him, but stayed their hands - it was obvious Bloodaxe had ordered for the Senator not to be harmed or blocked in any way. One of the guards had yelled for the Warmaster's attention as Ackwell approached the man's personal training room, and then had scurried away, leaving the corridor empty save for the Senator.

As the solid oaken doors swung open, the Senator had to take a moment to study the Warmaster. In his mind, there was no way that he looked upon a man of 90, let alone a Dwarf at all. Bloodaxe was tall for a Dwarf, this was known, but his armour cut an impressive and intimidating figure. The Senator guessed that he, a Dwarf of 61, would struggle to uphold the weight of all that Zaqiri steel, yet the Warmaster came strolling towards him as if he wore nothing at all.

"My dear Senator Stonebrim," Bloodaxe called out, opening his plated arms to embrace the Senator. "It has been too long."

Ackwell hesitated for a moment, before returning the gesture, and the two Dwarves embraced for a moment. "Indeed it has, Senator Florin."

"Bah," the Warmaster hissed, breaking away from the embrace and waving a hand in dismissal. "I'm not a Senator. You know that."

Ackwell sighed, "you were the last time I checked the Senatorial Roll Call, which was this morning. You should have more pride in the Empire, Florin, I fear your idealism fools your perspective."

Bloodaxe growled, his face still obscured by his heavy steel helm. "We're a nation of whores, pandering to a bunch of baby lizards. My perspective is fine, Senator, perhaps you should re-evaluate yours."

"Let's drop this ballocks," Ackwell said suddenly, his fat jowls wobbling with each word. "You seek to upset everything we have built over the span of centuries. You. One man. What right have you to cause so much misery?"

In one fluid movement, Bloodaxe tore his helm from his head, and cast it over Ackwell's shoulder; the Senator cowered beneath it, and watched as it struck the floor and rolled to a stand still.

"Drop the ballocks ye be sayin'?" Bloodaxe sneered, his words suddenly slurred in their usual fashion. "Upset? Misery?" He drew himself close to the Senator, his steel-plated form towering over the smaller man like a titan of old. "Ye be comin' in 'ere, shoutin' yer accusations at me, accusin' me of treason."

Ackwell took a step back, suddenly feeling vulnerable and unsafe. Would the Warmaster murder a Senator? Was it in him?

"And yer be right, lad," Bloodaxe said at last, his nostrils flaring.

The two locked eyes, and stood for several seconds before Ackwell mustered his courage. "Then I will inform the Senate that the Stone Guard should be disbanded with immediate affect."

Bloodaxe's wrinkled features creased into a broad smile. "And so ye should. Sooner ye be runnin' yer whore mouth, tha sooner I can get to fuckin' killin' you all!"

"This is TREASON Florin!" Ackwell screeched, his face drained of colour as he realised the implications of the Warmaster's position. "You will be arrested and put to death."

"Excellent," Bloodaxe retorted. "Send yer Queen bitch's guards to Zaqiri, and tell 'em to hurry though eh?"

"What?" Ackwell asked with a frown, the situation quickly escaping him.

"I be leavin' for the Almurzani," the Warmaster muttered, making to walk past the Senator. "I have left orders for me men; if you or your Queen bitch be tryin' anything before I be gettin' back, they'll lock this place down, and you'll have a fuckin' lengthy siege ahead of yer. I be wonderin' what tha citizens of Uthein be makin' o' such a spectacle, aye? Best ye be reconsidering yer decision to immediately disband the Stone Guard, and launch a proper 'n long winded investigation, eh?"

Ackwell tried to grab Bloodaxe as he walked by, but the old Dwarf grabbed his wrist with a cast iron grip and shoved him aside. The fat Senator fell to the floor with a whimper, and tried to clamber to his feet. "You wont get away with this, you fucking lunatic!"

"Already 'ave, lad, already 'ave," the Warmaster uttered without stopping.

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Lol, I love how the RP's one and only homeless guy operating out of a library is able to best the others.

Not that I'm moaning mind; like I've said, I like this RP's slow pace, it soothes me. Plus I'm likewise busy trying to stop Shorticus from overtaking another fantasy world with his horde of reptilian Halfling slavers.

Bot Wars (Because lol)

Awwwww yea, OOC tomorrow!

Bot Wars (Because lol)

What began as a conflict between two groups of online scripted marketing bots over control of Roleplayerguild.com, soon escalated into a war which has decimated the entire world.

The South Korean Casino Corps (C.C) and the British Southend-on-Sea Furniture Sale Force (F.S.F) have all but exhausted the resources of the entire globe in their struggle for domination. Both sides are now crippled beyond repair, yet the remnants of their armies continue to battle across the twisted wastelands that they themselves have created; their hatred for each other fuelled by over two centuries of total war.

This is a fight to the death, and for each side, the only acceptable outcome is the complete annihilation of the other.

As the Bot Wars enter their final stages, the F.S.F finds itself defending the very town that gave life to it. Southend-on-Sea is one of the few remaining bastions of their strength, and after losing the Battle for France against the C.C, they find themselves facing total defeat.

In the English Channel, an armada of C.C landing craft are streaming across the toxic waves; meanwhile, the F.S.F forces are rushing to the beaches of Southend to defend her and the Thames Estuary.

Who will you fight for? And what would you do to see this war finally at its end?

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The F.S.F: Typically, the bots of the F.S.F are technologically inferior to those of the C.C. Infantry look and act like British WW1 soldiers, whilst their heavier mechs and tanks are clunky yet mean pieces of rolling steel and diesel. They are also heavily outnumbered by the C.C, and face the herculean task of making up for their short falls with courage and resolve.

F.S.F bots tend to pilot tanks and craft, which are built with cockpits.

The C.C: The C.C bots are heavily armed, sleeker and heavier than those of the F.S.F. Typically, they are not humanoid in appearance, but mech-like, and they tend to rely on various sized robots to perform different roles, rather than employ tanks or aircraft.

C.C bots are built to perform different tasks. Some fly, others swim, most walk.

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Bot Sheet:

[b]Team:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b] i.e Kdfsfsg21
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Voice Gender:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Bio:[/b]

[b]Primary Weapon:[/b]
[b]Secondary Weapon:[/b]
[b]Purpose:[/b]

[b]Other Functions:[/b] Things your bot can do that aren't covered with the above.

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

Actually, let me take things back to the drawing board.

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A Dwarf Plots; A Promethean Commands

A Scalethein Empire Post - Spring, 500 A.E

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Character: Warmaster Bloodaxe

Location: War Summit of the Stone Guard, Uthein

The crisp cold of Spring did little to deter the steel-clad sentry that stood stiffly upon the ramparts of the War Summit, overlooking the endless mountain ranges of the World's Centre. A few scattered showers of weak snow pressed past the Dwarf, swirling around him as if realising going through was never an option with this particular being.

"And 'ere I am, master of all I see," Bloodaxe mumbled to himself, his horned full helm lifting slightly with each word.

Heavy plated footfalls disturbed Bloodaxe from his reverie, and he looked down the rampart towards an approaching group of his men; Stone Guards, in full battle dress and carrying arms. He offered a hidden smile at the sight of them, as he allowed his mind to wonder the future's potentials.

"Warmaster," the lead soldier called out, beating his chest with a mailed hand. "We bring tidin's from Uthein."

Bloodaxe raised an eyebrow beneath his helm, "Aye, be that so?"

The soldier nodded. "The Senate be annoucin' the Stone Guard Review; it seems our friends in the Senate were unable to block the motion."

Bloodaxe did not reply immediately, but instead returned to his silent vigil over the mountains. Senate, his mind cringed at the mere mention of the word. When had his people become so weak? Pandering to the wishes and wants of a few fat, wealthy old men who knew nothing of war, of honour.

"Let 'em have their bloody review," he said at last. "They be fools to opposin' me. Even that Kobold bitch be frightened of what I can do, so I be doubtin' a chamber of impotent old whores will conjure much."

"Senator Stonebrim is leading the review," the soldier blurted out quickly. "It seems yer offers of endorsement did not deter him from championing the motion."

Bloodaxe sighed, "T'is a pity that. He's a good man, the least rotten in a basket of rotten apples."

"Your orders, Warmaster?" the soldier asked; the others looked at their liege for the willingness of excited children.

"Sound a muster. I want all of our boys gathered here at the Summit, in their full entirety. Let us give the Senate some perspective, aye? Stonebrim will soon understand that to threaten me will mean civil war, and I imagine he'll back off from that point onwards - until the time be right for us to strike, in any case," Bloodaxe replied quickly, his words full of energy.

The soldier nodded, beat his chest once more, and quickly departed the Warmaster with the rest of his companions.

"And 'ere I am, master of all I see," Bloodaxe said with more clarity than before, as he looked back out across the endless mountains.

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Character: Tall Ape Galarg

Location: Ruins of Promethea

Galarg rolled from his mate, breathing heavily with exertion; today's session had been a lengthy one, and his "sparring" partner was more than up to his various "challenges".

"Giving up so soon?" purred Trilne, as she sat up and started to stroke his muscular chest with her knotted fingers. "I expected more from our 'glorious leader'; a youngling could have ridden me with more ferocity."

Without hesitation or a word, Galarg shot up and caught Trilne across the face with a strong right hook, knocking her from the grassy mattress. She rolled to a standstill, spat blood and teeth, and then hopped to her feet with a snarl. Her pale eyes showed aggression, and her twisted features hatred, but Galarg wasn't concerned.

"Had someone heard that," Galarg retorted. "I'd be wearing your face and feeding your tits to those younglings you seem so fond of."

Trilne clenched her fists and moved closer, "You would die trying."

Now it was Galarg's time to snarl, and he jumped up from the mattress and landed in a classic Promethean fighting stance. "Bring it, bitch dog!"

Trilne accommodated his request, and lunged forwards with two lightning-quick jabs. Galarg dodged the first easily, but the second caught him on the chin; he stumbled back, knocking over a nearby uprooted tree stump he had used as a table. Trilne moved in, following her attacks up with a full-bodied kick to his torso.

Galarg grabbed her leg with his left hand, and pulled it forwards. Trilne fell on her arse, and before she could move, Galarg's heavy foot was imprinting itself in her neck. She struggled like an enraged bear to free herself, scratching at his calf, but nothing could budge her king's weight.

"You are still too clumsy, Trilne," Galarg uttered. "Even a youngling would have seen that kick coming. You lack the imagination of your father; he was a great warrior, who'd never perform such foolery."

Galarg removed his foot, leaving Trilne to gasp fresh air into her starved lunges, and muttered croaky curses through her bruised throat.

"Now leave me, woman, and fetch me some bre-" He started to say.

"My Tall Ape, my Tall Ape!" a frantic, hoarse male voice roared from outside of Galarg's tent. "We're under attack!"

Galarg burst from his tent, still naked, fists clenched and snarling. Ooritz greeted him, the old ape cut and bloodied, and panting heavily. "Who and where?"

"The Little Folk from the North; they are scouring the ruins," Ooritz panted, bending over with exertion. "My sons hold them at bay, but they will not last long."

Galarg nodded to himself. Today was a good day to die. "Woman," he shouted with a slight turn of his head, "fetch my spear." Seconds later, the tent flaps burst open, as a wooden spear flew through it - Galarg caught the weapon without looking. He ran to a nearby rock, that elevated him a good five feet above the collected hovels of his village. He beat his chest rhythmically with a powerful fist, snarling in blood lust.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" he roared, and his people burst from the hovels, carrying clubs and axes. At first there was dozens, and then there were scores, and after a minute of continuous shouts of alarm, there were hundreds.

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Annnnnnnnnnnnnd the IC is now officially open.

If you guys are all scaredy cats about posting first, then gimme an hour, and I'll have my first post up.

Not entirely sure what format to use to keep every prim and proper, so don't feel the need to copy what I do, as I might change it as things progress.

We'll start in ... Spring, shall we? The Spring of 500 A.E? That's what I'ma run with. After that, time will go into a free-fall kind of state; just avoid skipping ahead by months/years at a time or you'll break the Frengo-Time Continuum and the RP will collapse into itself, taking Shorticus with it, and reducing ZB to a pig-shark from the sixth dimension.

Feel free to add characters as you go, that's what I'm going to do. Got my main peeps, but I imagine I'll need to add a few more as I go.

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@Frengo Alright, so with that information in mind I gots meself a plan, alright? So stay awhile and listen (or don't, it's not that long). Alright, and so they're going to technically be 2nd generation prometheans, though with far more promethean in them than human. My thoughts being that despite the incredibly low rate of promethean-human half-breeds, those half-breeds were naturally more resistance to the plague and were thus more fertile even when mating with other prometheans (which most probably would since humans would still consider a half-breed more promethean than human unless they were really human looking). The end result being prometheans that are predominantly promethean, but with enough human admixture within them to fix the prometheans' fertility problems (or at least lessen them). That sound good?

And you think the prometheans have it bad? Look at my sheets and take a gander at the ayel population. And then take a gander at my original sheet with their population 500 years ago.

@TheSovereignGrave

That all sounds good to me; I shouldn't need to make any changes on my end, in this case.

So now that's all sorted, let's look at these Ayels.

Holy fuck, I forgot how creepy they were. It's a good thing there's not many of them.