Gordoth

Hello hello!

Hello and welcome.
It's good that you want to get back into writing - even better that you're writing a novel.
You'll definitely find somebody to role play with, and eventually get that motivational boost you need to finish that book.

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I want to take part in this but I'll be able to begin actively working on the C in two days from now - is that okay?

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

@Fetzen And with this you are ready to go, so jump into the IC section and start working!

Post apocalyptic roleplay in a medieval fantasy setting: Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

The RP Thread

I'm a little late but I guess I should actually do this.

Hello, and welcome, to the amazing interest check for the even more amazing roleplay, Gurr'Kha - The Dead World!

I am Gordoth, the fancy schmancy GM of the role play and I am going to be selling it to you!

Thinking of how to begin, I figured that something unique and not often done in roleplaying or in literature as a whole, was the apocalypse in a medieval setting, but with magic. As it turns out, I had just the world/setting ready to fire up and go.

But how does the apocalypse come in this world? It's a fantastical place, Gurr'Kha, and so it would need a very fantastical way of going into an apocalypse. Thing is, the more of Gurr'Kha was very convenient, as some strange entity was going around and was killing Gods, so why not have it kill all of them and bring about the end of the world?

Thus, we have a medieval world, with the technological advancements of:

-every civilization set in the Elder Scrolls universe, excluding the Dwemer
-every civilization set in the World Of Warcraft universe, excluding gnomes, goblins and dwarves
-every civilization in the Gothic universe
-every civilization in the Witcher universe
-every civilization in the Game of Thrones universe
-every civilization in Middle Earth
-And so on, you should get the picture

That world experiences a cataclysmic event, and said event leads to:

-wilting, or straight up death, of most crops
-madness among the animals
-madness among every clergy, for obvious reasons
-loss of magical power among every clergy, holy order or cult - No Gods to give power to their servants
-mass panic amongst the intelligent races
-fear (for everyone)
-the appearance of zones, characterized by magical anomalies, which cannot be scryed through magical means and need to be physically visited to be explored. Said magical anomalies vary from mass undeath, through giant mushrooms, to rolls of cheese falling from the sky
-the birth of new species, many of which are simple pairings of two other types of animals, others being new animals all together, and third being unexplainable amalgamations and / or abominations
-potentially new intelligent races (you could be one)
-the collapse of the established day and night cycle, leading to days as long as twenty hours and nights lasting only four, or twenty four hours periods of no sunlight
-new weather patterns and events, such as water going up to the sky instead of falling down during rainstorms, fire falling from the sky, light being sucked out of an area for a period of time and more!

If that doesn't get you curious, then the inevitable delve into ruins of destroyed civilizations will, as there are bound to be many long and descriptive posts of scenery! There will also be lore for you and the group to uncover, and you might even meet some significant characters along the way. There will be action, fear not.

Your character can be any creature you can think of in a fantasy setting, and I will allow it, most likely. You'll need to fit in the S.P.E.C.I.A.L. stat system which will have a bit of influence on how the roleplay goes, as I want to incorporate at least some dice rolling. You can read about it on the actual thread.

I'll be thankful if you tell me it's a nice idea, and ecstatic if you tag along, so let me know what you think!

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

I'm supposed to do that?
Whoops.

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

As the half-elf observed the drunkard excuse himself to the stairs, he thought of the name uttered by his newfound companion. Numenor... This name had history, as well as a certain weight, most of it in the underworld. That explained why Urdal had felt this strange air about the man - he was, indeed, a very skilled individual. That skill was not evident at the current point in time. In fact, Numenor appears to be a bumbling fool, barely speaking correctly, slurring the ends of his sentences and lacking the ability to stand by himself. Alcohol was a very powerful substance, but Urdal did not believe it could so easily wipe the slate clean, at least for a few hours.

The half-elf noticed that he would need to support Numenor, if he remained in his drunken state after coming back. There was another thing which did not evade his perceptive eye, that being the low number of recruits who had contacted him. At the moment it was one. One was not a satisfying number. At the very least, Urdal did not feel comfortable with only one person. Bed need at least three more. Make a bigger party, maybe a tiny coalition... Scare off smaller creatures, surround bigger ones... Intimidate bandits... That kind of thing. It wouldn't happen with one person.

Thinking of those things, the high-elf stood up and started walking back towards the corridor. It was a central spot, one which every patron had seen at least once, so he knew they would be able to find it through their drunken haze.

"I'm still hiring!" He announced as he made his way to the pseudo-entrance of the tavern.

Hullo

Welcome to the wonderfully friendly, yet empty, land of the Roleplayers Guild! Disreguard my comment concerning fullness and read further!

I am glad to see you joining our great little "establishment", and I hope you eventually find the genres you like. In the meantime, I wish you good luck in finding a Roleplaying Thread that you find interesting, and I wish you lots of enjoyment!

Have fun and see you around!

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

The half-elf looked unremarkable. Short hair, either very dark brown or black, the drunkard could not tell, but he could see it was parted right at the middle of the hiring man's head, pointing in differing directions - the right half beaming to the right, and the left beaming to the left. An eccentric hairstyle, to be sure, but that probably came with the vane nature of elves, and as the owner of the threadlike growth was of elvish decent, it was understandable. His face was more ordinary, more human in appearance.

A wrinkle ran through his forehead, as well as a scar, which nicely complimented the sign of age. His eyebrows were thin, but retained a measure of thickness that indicated the masculine nature of their wearer. Beneath them, a pair of slanted, dark brown eyes were intently looking at the drunk, with short, uneven lashes adorning the lids. A big, ugly nose divided them, and beneath the nostrils snaked its way a well defined philtrum, reaching down to the upper lip of the thin, pursed mouth. His overall skin tone was reminiscent of the color tawny, betrayed only by the narrow, slightly pointed ears, which had a more reddish tone.

The clothes Urdal wore were simple, but at the same time somewhat exotic. He wore a gray shirt, over which rested another piece of clothing, reminiscent of a shirt, but with a triple in width hole of the head, resulting in the ends of the opening resting at the edges of his shoulders, color being a dirty beige, accented with red lines running through the fabric. The short sleeves, leaving more than three fourths of his arms uncovered, hid the initial point at which dirty bandages had been applied, serving as a makeshift replacement for actual sleeves. There was a thick belt, as wide as both of his hands placed next to each other, made out of leather, located on his stomach. The shirts hung loosely over his crotch area. His pants were a pair of black, baggy trousers, creating the illusion that his legs were four times thicker than they actually were. They ended right beneath his knees, stuffed into a pair of well crafted leather boots of the same dirty beige which covered his upper body.

"Twenty-four thousand gold... You'll have it once the job is done!" Announced Urdal and figured the recruitment for this drunk man was complete. Outstretching his hand in an attempt to shake his companion's respective limb, he figured it would be appropriate to ask for the name of his newfound comrade.

"What was your name?"

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

"That's... Great." Sounded off Urdal and eyed the drunkard. As he chugged, the half-elf expected a trickle, or at the very least a drop, of booze to appear on the chin of the man for hire, but no such liquid formation showed up. The drunkard, although having that weird, tense air about him, he also looked unsavory. The one who was hiring had seen unsavory fellows, but this one in particular was especially unsavory. But he was interested.

Taking a deep breath, thinking on how to present the information to the intoxicated male, Urdal laid back in the chair. Another thing, which popped up in his head, was that for some reason, unexplained to him, the drunkard seemed familiar to the half-elf. He had met many people whilst dwelling in the underworld. Assassins, thieves... Others. Nothing really rung the corresponding bells.

"Job's hard, but pays well. I'm gonna need people to go up north. We'll be lookin' for somethin' to help sustain the town, since the coming weeks'll be rough... What's your price?" Explained, and asked, Urdal. He was hopeful that the drunkard would be more willing to help, what with his state of mind and predicament.

Post-Apocalypse Fantasy

I'm running an RP with a concept that's somewhat similar. A post apocalyptic fantasy.
Your concept is pretty nice, and has merit :D