Who would be going next? I'm afraid if we are to have two week long periods of no communication one way or the other that is not going to do any good to my interest in doing my part in keeping the RP afloat...
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5 yrs ago
And back I am. Exhausted, certainly, and may need a while for that to wear off, but I'm once more here to read and even write!
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5 yrs ago
Won't be replying for a while. Am hiking.
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5 yrs ago
My congratulations to the winners of TI9! Well played gentlemen, well played.
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6 yrs ago
Should have been writing posts. Took part in D&D shenaniganry instead. Got to fix that tomorrow.
6 yrs ago
There's a lot of backlog here on my end. I'm trying my best to lessen it, but replies might be less frequent for a time. A welcome change from the nothing doing I went through though! Thanks partners!
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I suppose it is about time for me to copypaste fill in some information about myself over here just as well. Only took me a few years to getting around to do it.
I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!
I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
- I like being nice to people. If one needs to ask why, well that alone is reason enough.
- I play and Dungeon Master Dungeons and Dragons, both offline and in the past also over here.
- I enjoy OOC chatter, be it planning the RP or a more casual exchange (not that RP'ing is that serious). I can make do without, but don't be afraid to talk to me.
- Whatever the case, I'm here to have fun and hone my writing abilities!
Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!
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We seem to only be missing @Lucius Cypher before the events progress.
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Expanding Horizons Roleplay
The General listened to what this man had to tell. Metal. Armaments. Suggestions on how to act. He kept silent through it all. He did not care much for the outsider's own theories on what would be the working strategy, but they did serve to strengthen the intel he provided. Of course, it could still all be an ambush and any force they would bring in would be actually considered by Admiral Teng and his second and third in command, but this was intel nonetheless. And quite possibly bountiful intel at that.
The General rapped his sharp fingers against his table when Vropda opened her mouth. She asked a fair question of the interrogatee, one that Creft too would be interested in hearing. If they had a name there was bound to be people who woud know of them. If not in the Fleet, then in the UFP. It would make much more sense for the Fleet to report having ousted a group of known individuals than simply claim "They sure were slavers!" Some much needed legitimacy and all. He remained silent, waiting for an answer.
@scifidude47@Gordian Nought
The General rapped his sharp fingers against his table when Vropda opened her mouth. She asked a fair question of the interrogatee, one that Creft too would be interested in hearing. If they had a name there was bound to be people who woud know of them. If not in the Fleet, then in the UFP. It would make much more sense for the Fleet to report having ousted a group of known individuals than simply claim "They sure were slavers!" Some much needed legitimacy and all. He remained silent, waiting for an answer.
@scifidude47@Gordian Nought
Askia's final cry of defiance was promptly ignored, for the Beholder felt again an unsolicited attempt at touching his mind. He was already starting to draw on the power of his Ring of Mind Shielding when his eyes picked up the source of this magic. Jill was pointing at him and whispering. She did have a certain affinity for contacting him more privately... Dyn lowered the magical shields enough to hear what she had to say for herself. First thing addressed was in fact Askia's inability to combat the Beholder, but that had been obvious from the start. Nobody could combat him. Why the captain preferred to have the insufferably wretch in one piece was beyond the Beholder's comprehension (which, obviously, meant Jill was simply being colossally idiotic), but he would humour her for the time being. As for trying to work together, Dyn chomped at the apparent bait, devouring it hook, line and sinker. He responded to the message via the trace magic the spell would allow him.
Jill would feel the alien mind of the great Dyn'yer'zhead reach out to her in turn. The touch was never pleasant to a creature of lesser intellect and comprehension, that being anyone, and it often left them feeling dirty afterwards for one reason or another. Perhaps it was the fact how the telepathic communication of the creature felt like it was creeping inside the head of the recipient, slithering around from one part of the brain to another, gliding on the surface and the tendrils of the garbled words and ideas reaching out everywhere. Nonetheless, the message itself always came through clear. "I already asked her to do so. You can see the results." That was all such a simple transmission spell would allow him. He would explain in more detail later, as Jill would undoubtedly ask. The Beholder was not one known for lying.
The stream pushed against the travel of the group, until suddenly it began circling around them, Dyn having grown bored of fighting the underwater current. They were now travelling in a smaller stream in the middle of it, which actually allowed faster and rather comfortable travel even to those who were not quite as capable swimmers as the natural inhabitants of the elemental plane or magically aided in the process. The structure they were supposed to be mapping appeared to be magical in nature, something that bothered Dyn greatly. It could all be a trap, for all he knew. Any wall could launch forward, any corridor could be an unending trap. And when Jill set her attention to the door beyond which a pile of treasure lay, he just had to spit out his warning: "We have arrived in a magical structure with a convenient room of treasure right at the entrance and this does not strike you as even remotely odd? For all we know, the trinkets and baubles are but an illusion to disguise the snapping jaws of a Dragon Turtle. If you so want to find out, cast a spell of magic detection, pronto, so that my might over the water need not wane during the investigation."
@JBRam2002
Jill would feel the alien mind of the great Dyn'yer'zhead reach out to her in turn. The touch was never pleasant to a creature of lesser intellect and comprehension, that being anyone, and it often left them feeling dirty afterwards for one reason or another. Perhaps it was the fact how the telepathic communication of the creature felt like it was creeping inside the head of the recipient, slithering around from one part of the brain to another, gliding on the surface and the tendrils of the garbled words and ideas reaching out everywhere. Nonetheless, the message itself always came through clear. "I already asked her to do so. You can see the results." That was all such a simple transmission spell would allow him. He would explain in more detail later, as Jill would undoubtedly ask. The Beholder was not one known for lying.
The stream pushed against the travel of the group, until suddenly it began circling around them, Dyn having grown bored of fighting the underwater current. They were now travelling in a smaller stream in the middle of it, which actually allowed faster and rather comfortable travel even to those who were not quite as capable swimmers as the natural inhabitants of the elemental plane or magically aided in the process. The structure they were supposed to be mapping appeared to be magical in nature, something that bothered Dyn greatly. It could all be a trap, for all he knew. Any wall could launch forward, any corridor could be an unending trap. And when Jill set her attention to the door beyond which a pile of treasure lay, he just had to spit out his warning: "We have arrived in a magical structure with a convenient room of treasure right at the entrance and this does not strike you as even remotely odd? For all we know, the trinkets and baubles are but an illusion to disguise the snapping jaws of a Dragon Turtle. If you so want to find out, cast a spell of magic detection, pronto, so that my might over the water need not wane during the investigation."
@JBRam2002
While @Circ is the moderator of character submissions, I'll give you one of my leader characters for reference. He is not quite of the same level of leadership, given he shares his power, but it should serve as something to go on from.
Without further ado, General Creft.
Without further ado, General Creft.
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Expanding Horizons Roleplay
The General nodded approvingly at the goal of the less lawful mining mission. "Sounds like we may have found ourselves a source of material. And if we cannot get it from the UFP... well, I am sure we have other means", he shared with his sister with a voice that carried no hint of malice, nor will to cooperate. He was simply stating facts. He turned back to the newcomer, the face of his exoframe as expressionless as ever and twiddled his thumbs a bit.
"And then there's what comes to you. Well. You know where these raiders of yours are. If UFP has not dealt with the threat, and we will assume they haven't, this close to our territory, your vessel could not have come from that far... well, we've simply got to take care of it ourselves. A pre-emptive countermeasure to prevent intrusion. If we happen to gather a bit of metal on the side, all the better. But again, you know the most of them. Do share with us, please", the General demanded politely, clicking a button that revealed a hologram image of the sector Delta 14 as UFP called it. Only one spot was marked in any way, that being where Jace's pod had been picked up.
"You arrived from there, angled like this...", Creft explained, pointing at the hologram while ACASIAS filled in the details, "and so you would be from... one of these", he finished by having the biocomputer draw a sphere around a small group of planets. "Question is... which one? And how much defences?" The exact type of metal they could find out later. The fact raiders could mine it with slaves for profit had to mean something all on its own.
@Gordian Nought@scifidude47
"And then there's what comes to you. Well. You know where these raiders of yours are. If UFP has not dealt with the threat, and we will assume they haven't, this close to our territory, your vessel could not have come from that far... well, we've simply got to take care of it ourselves. A pre-emptive countermeasure to prevent intrusion. If we happen to gather a bit of metal on the side, all the better. But again, you know the most of them. Do share with us, please", the General demanded politely, clicking a button that revealed a hologram image of the sector Delta 14 as UFP called it. Only one spot was marked in any way, that being where Jace's pod had been picked up.
"You arrived from there, angled like this...", Creft explained, pointing at the hologram while ACASIAS filled in the details, "and so you would be from... one of these", he finished by having the biocomputer draw a sphere around a small group of planets. "Question is... which one? And how much defences?" The exact type of metal they could find out later. The fact raiders could mine it with slaves for profit had to mean something all on its own.
@Gordian Nought@scifidude47
The assault on the blasphemous Paladin appeared more and more futile by the second. Very few of their attacks seemed to strike true, even with this world being unusual in the way one experienced harm. The templar was preparing his crossbow for yet another hate filled shot at the buffoon when he noticed the other fool, this one being of his allies though. Cesar reached out to the radiant flame... and the radiant flame reached out to Cesar.
Theodore could not believe his eyes. The fool who would do nothing but reckless decisions, bound to drive him and his allies to danger, was now carrying the holy radiance itself... no, this had to be but an imitation. The true Light would never choose somebody such as that man, not over somebody who has spent his whole life serving it... Theodore winced and let the light he carried within him stir for a second before tossing his crossbow onto his back and running forward next to Wick and stretching his hand towards the Bard.
"Cesar!" he called out, "the flame shines with the same radiance as my soul! It is a power that few can handle! You may be hurt! Give the task to me! I will see to the mission of the Light!" With his message to Cesar ready, he would turn to look at Katia and almost instinctively bark an order at the Feline woman of quite free will: "Hold that man!" He was unsure if she would follow the request, but what was said was said. As for himself, he kept his feet light and drew one of his two shortswords. He was ready to avoid any assault at his own person.
@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Cu Chulainn@JBRam2002
Theodore could not believe his eyes. The fool who would do nothing but reckless decisions, bound to drive him and his allies to danger, was now carrying the holy radiance itself... no, this had to be but an imitation. The true Light would never choose somebody such as that man, not over somebody who has spent his whole life serving it... Theodore winced and let the light he carried within him stir for a second before tossing his crossbow onto his back and running forward next to Wick and stretching his hand towards the Bard.
"Cesar!" he called out, "the flame shines with the same radiance as my soul! It is a power that few can handle! You may be hurt! Give the task to me! I will see to the mission of the Light!" With his message to Cesar ready, he would turn to look at Katia and almost instinctively bark an order at the Feline woman of quite free will: "Hold that man!" He was unsure if she would follow the request, but what was said was said. As for himself, he kept his feet light and drew one of his two shortswords. He was ready to avoid any assault at his own person.
@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Cu Chulainn@JBRam2002
@The Harbinger of Ferocity
It is safe to assume Brannor has been recognised as the champion of Greenest. An Insight check might dig up more details about it.
It is safe to assume Brannor has been recognised as the champion of Greenest. An Insight check might dig up more details about it.
@Gordian Nought
Can't comment on what NPC's do and don't know. I can say that Torus should not be aware.
Can't comment on what NPC's do and don't know. I can say that Torus should not be aware.
In addition to each other, Parum and Brannor could both spot an alarming development. Two of the more heavily armed sort they had seen in this camp were mumbling to one another, slightly hunched and shooting suspecting glances at Brannor. To top it off, they nodded to one another and headed into the cave after just a second, leaving a message to one of the lower class guardsmen on their path. This man sprinted to catch up with the prisoners and specifically requested them to wait a bit longer. There was something they would need to check. Real quick, nothing too major. The prisoners would be back to work soon. And so they stopped, retreating a bit back towards the mouth of the cave from the big tent's immediate vicinity.
Parum had other things on her mind as well though, since she spotted the guard captain they had chatted with earlier on her way to the big tent and briefly stopped her to ask a question: Who was that half-elf tied up to that one pole? "That guy? I don't really know. The wearers of purple put him there as soon as he was discovered amongst our ranks. Some sorta spy is all I know", she explained before excusing herself and continuing on her way. Well, that just about confirmed it. The monk had tried to infiltrate and obviously not done a very good job at it.
As for Torus, he had been left alone by the man who had asked him the question of his business just as promptly as the question had been asked. The old Druid was now left on his lonesome in the opening flap of the mess tent, where a few cultists stared at him impatiently. "Well? You gonna relieve one of us, get your food or skedaddle the hell outta here? Since you look as lost as you do, I'm guessing its the middle one. You are in luck, we just got another deer off the fire. Still warm and all. Seven copper", the more vocal one of the two stated, prompting a brief eyebrow raise from the other guy, but they soon returned to their work at the fire pit. There was a fair bit of food around here, but it wasn't that likely to be everything. They would store some somewhere else too, right? But for all it was worth, Torus could piece together they could feed a hundred or so people easily.
Rebrer's judgement led him to Orchid. The green half-breed was probably dumb enough to let something slip, unlike the smart Bard that had been leading the group, the old man speaking in cryptics or the tight lipped pink-haired... nameless one. Hell, she might not even have a voice for all that mattered. Not to mention their "prisoner" being a foolish choice... it would risk both of their cover to go talking. So Orchid it was, and by the looks of it they were already drunk too. Possibly a good thing. As long as they would not babble to the old mercenary they were with right now.
Speaking of the babblings of the half-orc, the veteran laughed sonorously and slapped himself on the knee. "Oh, man of simple things, combat and prowess are things much more than the sum of one's equipment. If you really are using Tiamat as your inspiration, you should know that while dragon hoards, they don't really use it. The pile in the cave is just to honour the might of the Mother of Dragons, or so they say. What really matters is the might that comes from within. Trust me, even with this eyepatch... I've done more good with skill than with steel", the old fighter mused as he noted Rebrer skulking about. "Ah, more merry folk! Yesterday's haul was a good one! Best one so far, wasn't it? Join us in our celebration!"
Yet where trouble had started brewing, it would also see itself through. Cyanwrath himself stepped out of the cave and as soon as he laid his eyes on Brannor, his eyes lit up in recognition and he nodded. A few orders were barked, to seek out the identities of the group that had brought him in and to bring both him and those people to the big tent. This needed a more thorough investigation, the blue scaled commander ordered.
@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher@Ryonara@Irredeemable
Parum had other things on her mind as well though, since she spotted the guard captain they had chatted with earlier on her way to the big tent and briefly stopped her to ask a question: Who was that half-elf tied up to that one pole? "That guy? I don't really know. The wearers of purple put him there as soon as he was discovered amongst our ranks. Some sorta spy is all I know", she explained before excusing herself and continuing on her way. Well, that just about confirmed it. The monk had tried to infiltrate and obviously not done a very good job at it.
As for Torus, he had been left alone by the man who had asked him the question of his business just as promptly as the question had been asked. The old Druid was now left on his lonesome in the opening flap of the mess tent, where a few cultists stared at him impatiently. "Well? You gonna relieve one of us, get your food or skedaddle the hell outta here? Since you look as lost as you do, I'm guessing its the middle one. You are in luck, we just got another deer off the fire. Still warm and all. Seven copper", the more vocal one of the two stated, prompting a brief eyebrow raise from the other guy, but they soon returned to their work at the fire pit. There was a fair bit of food around here, but it wasn't that likely to be everything. They would store some somewhere else too, right? But for all it was worth, Torus could piece together they could feed a hundred or so people easily.
Rebrer's judgement led him to Orchid. The green half-breed was probably dumb enough to let something slip, unlike the smart Bard that had been leading the group, the old man speaking in cryptics or the tight lipped pink-haired... nameless one. Hell, she might not even have a voice for all that mattered. Not to mention their "prisoner" being a foolish choice... it would risk both of their cover to go talking. So Orchid it was, and by the looks of it they were already drunk too. Possibly a good thing. As long as they would not babble to the old mercenary they were with right now.
Speaking of the babblings of the half-orc, the veteran laughed sonorously and slapped himself on the knee. "Oh, man of simple things, combat and prowess are things much more than the sum of one's equipment. If you really are using Tiamat as your inspiration, you should know that while dragon hoards, they don't really use it. The pile in the cave is just to honour the might of the Mother of Dragons, or so they say. What really matters is the might that comes from within. Trust me, even with this eyepatch... I've done more good with skill than with steel", the old fighter mused as he noted Rebrer skulking about. "Ah, more merry folk! Yesterday's haul was a good one! Best one so far, wasn't it? Join us in our celebration!"
Yet where trouble had started brewing, it would also see itself through. Cyanwrath himself stepped out of the cave and as soon as he laid his eyes on Brannor, his eyes lit up in recognition and he nodded. A few orders were barked, to seek out the identities of the group that had brought him in and to bring both him and those people to the big tent. This needed a more thorough investigation, the blue scaled commander ordered.
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