Lady Selune

Darkness Encroaches: A Gothic Survival-Horror Game

Well that's already promising.

Darkness Encroaches: A Gothic Survival-Horror Game

Husks of men once alive stride the earth, shambling, wretched abominations. They are joined by creatures man was not meant to see, abominations that twist and bend sanity and light around them, snuffing out hope like matchsticks tossed into a cavern. Foul beasts, corrupted and twisted from their once-innocent origins as normal wildlife and even humans, taking the guise of friendly faces all attempt to bring humanity to its demise.

There can be hope though. A single light may yet illuminate the darkness, and one spark may light a bonfire that turns the rising tide of horror scampering into the holes from which it came. But... Rising up is never easy. Those brave fools who raise their hands to strike the evils that haunt these lands may well find their bodies broken and their minds shattered.

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This will be an RP based off of games such as Bloodborne and Darkest Dungeons, with influences from classic H.P Lovecraft horror stories and some parts of Warhammer Fantasy. Taking the roles of individuals skilled enough in matters as simple as swinging a sword, or as esoteric as the precise incantations required to expel unwanted souls from corpses, somehow the churning apocalypse must be driven back... But at what cost?

The Dawn of the Civilization (Stone age tribal NRP)

@Raylah

The Glittering Collection

Totem/Fetish/Guardiangod/Spirit: The Spirit of the Magpie leads the Glittering Collection. The Magpie is said to be the craftiest of all creatures made by the gods. When the birds were challenged to see who could fly highest, The Magpie perched on the back of the Great Eagle, and when the bird was tired, fluttered off of his back, claiming the crown for himself. He preens himself with pride, his collection growing every day.
Pact: Under the Magpie, the tribe shall not want. Harsh times may come, and some may die, but there will always be just enough food
for the next hunt, just enough water to last until the next oasis, and just enough obsidian to finish a spear. The Magpie also
leads the tribe to areas where there is plenty, especially in food or his 'shinies.' In exchange, the Magpie requires his
insatiable appetite for glittering trinkets satisfied. Blandness cannot be tolerated, and dullness is the mark of an outcast.
Furthermore, he himself claims a portion of the best, under his 'right' as king of avians.

Minor Totems/Fetish etc: The Mark of the Raven is a small of a bird, the wood blackened and charred. Said to contain the spirit of Magpie's oldest friend, it is affixed to a strip of leather, with numerous jet-black feathers and obsidian and gold pieces. It is a sacred and extraordinary precious trinket, and to lose it would bring disgrace to the entirety of the tribe.
Pact: Anyone wearing the Mark of the Raven gains a new insight on life. Everything seems clearer and easier to understand, and
even the most complicated of puzzles become child's play whilst wearing it. However, the wearer changes in other ways. They become
more distant and capricious, their great intellect tempered with a flighty and eccentric nature. Furthermore, it seems to push
away the Mark of the Eagle, making wearing the two together impossible.
There is also the second fetish, The Mark of the Eagle. An eye made from amber, it too is attached to a leather necklace, however the necklace is instead marked with white and bronze feathers, as well as bird talons and shards of iron. It too, is a sacred and precious trinket, and its loss would be a great a mark against the tribe as loosing the Mark of the Raven would be.
Pact: Those wearing the Mark of the Eagle are the greatest hunters the tribe has ever been blessed with. They can spot prey from
great distances, aim their bows and spears with pinpoint accuracy, and never tire in the pursuit. They also seem unnaturally lucky
with finding prey- and they will never search for days, only to come up empty handed. However, those wearing the mark become hauty,
arrogant and overbearing, and the wearer cannot stand the wearer of the other Mark.

Leadership: The Collective are a polygamist Matriarchal society, where woman and men can both have multiple partners. Whilst the men gather the 'shinies' and are the main force behind the nomadic season, it is the woman who clean and polish stones, raise the children to appreciate the Magpie, make amulets and weapons alike, and fish during the autumn months. Woman are also considered more responsible and determined than the men, and sons are expected to listen to mothers over fathers. Decisions are made in the Winged Council- four women who are elected from the tribe upon one's death, lead by a fifth who communes with the Magpie for guidance.

Organisation: The Collection are seasonally nomadic. They roam during the spring and summer months, however in the autumn and winter, return to their ancestral home. Furthermore, many members of the tribe remain at their home year around, where farming is used to supplement the normal diet of fish and wild fruits and berries.

Warriors: The Collection strives not to fight, instead preferring to trade and showcase their wealth to each other. However, it would be a mistake to underestimate them. They produce high calibre archers and spear-throwers, and their obsidian arrows are prized for their resilience and edge.

Important People:
Mother Piari: The youngest member of the Council. She acts as a liaison between the council and the members of the tribe, assisted by her reputation as a caring and considerate figure. She has four children, and spends a large majority of her time caring for other children as well, making them amulets, charms and fetishes as gifts.

Speaker Okya: The current leader of the Council, and bearer of the Mark of the Raven. A thin figure, she secludes herself from all others, spending much of her time in discussion with the Magpie, or with the council, behind closed doors. Most find her eccentric at best, esoteric and impossible to understand at worst.

The Huntsman: Zayzhe Varruk. Current bearer of the Mark of the Eagle. A peerless hunter, he spends most of his time away from his fellows, only returning when he has caught his quarry. In times of need, Zayzhe is also leader of The Falcons, a group of other hunters who serve as assassins and marksmen for the defence of the tribe.

Story: Long ago, before the world had been scorched by Hyena, the Magpie was another lowly bird. He was not as fast as the Peregrine, as powerful as the Eagle, as beautiful as the Macaw, as large as the Condor or as fit as the Albatross. However, he did have an eye for precious items. Scooping them up, the Magpie would jealously protect his glittering horde, until one day, one of the Gods came down, curious as to what the shine was from Magpie's nest. Astonished at what he had created, the God was also concerned that the Magpie would collect all the precious materials in the world. To prevent this from happening, he scatted the great horde far and wide, however in return, granted the Magpie something to make him truly special- intelligence. He was not as fast as the Peregrine, but he could take a faster route. He was not as powerful as the Eagle, but he could trick the other birds into giving him food. Ammasing his collection once more, he draped himself in fine blue robes, to become as beautiful as the Macaw, and could ride on other creatures for far longer than the Albatross could fly. When he found humans however, he saw a kindred soul.

Humans were not as strong as the Elephant, as ferocious as the Lion, as lithe as the Gazelle, as fast as the Cheetah or as resilient as the Rhino. But Magpie saw cleverness within the humans, and where there was cleverness, there was guile. Together, promised the Magpie, the humans would never want, but they would need to help him in assembling his 'shinies' again.

I'll need to tweak this, but here we go.

The Dawn of the Civilization (Stone age tribal NRP)

Ooooh. I have an old tribal RP sheet that I might port over :D

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The Treasure of the Solar Emperor - A Wuxia-Inspired RP

My hat has been thrown, but I cannot guarantee interest.

Warhammer 40k: Scum and Villainy - Adventures in the Imperium Nihilus

Salute! Still here and still waiting. I want lightning hands.

A Funny and Clever Name for a Superhero RP

The noises made her heart sink, but she wasn't a woman that could confront an attacker head on. Nervously, she dialled 911 and explained the situation, before pressing herself against a wall and nervously shuffling herself towards the origin of the noise. Without really realising it parts of herself had turned invisible- her hands now a barely-perceptible milky stain in the air, the young woman intentionally turning her head invisible as she finally got to the mouth of the alleyway.

Swallowing, she would peek her almost entirely concealed head out- the only sign that there was indeed a person looking being a mysteriously floating set of glasses in the air. What exactly she would see she wasn't sure, but she doubted it would be a good scene...

@Old Amsterdam

Murder for Fun and Profit: Mercenaries in London

Dancing queen... Young and sweet only seventeen... She turned off the song and looked at everyone. "Alright folks, call me Valkyrie. I'm a marksman and a long-range medic. Take one of these, put them as close to your centre of mass as you possibly can." The sniper would reach into a pocket and pull out a velcro-secured wallet, handing out the RFID chips that would set her darts to non-lethal. "Also, those chips will mark when you get healed. Payment should be given promptly- if you don't want to pay, I will remind you that I have lethal nanobots in your bloodstream." She let out a 'comforting' smile, and once they were all handed out she would tuck the wallet back into her pocket.

A few more minutes (and the rest of Dancing Queen) later, the woman with the clipboard would come back around and address the lot of them. "Well then folks. Let's load into the chopper please." She would guide the way to where the squat thing sat, urging the mercenaries to load in before doing so herself. The agent would then hand out a number of earpieces, taking a larger headset out for herself and fitting it over. "Testing, testing," would crackle through the transport hold. "Excellent. Slide those doors closed and we'll be taking off shortly." Once the doors were locked up, she would continue. "Pale Horse operatives are launching an attack on a secure location. The deal here is simple. In order to access any of our secure locations they will need to get through the blast-proof doors. There are a very limited number of ways to get through, the exact one we can't yet be sure of, but do not, I repeat, DO NOT let them get through those doors. If they do... Well, you'll receive further instructions depending on the site. Any questions?"

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The same rough voice that gave the transmission would crackle out from a hidden speaker in the car park. "'Ello there mercenaries. My name is Quartermaster- QM if your brain cells can't remember such a long word, and I'll be your liaison. At the moment, a vehicle is driving itself to the front of the building. Inside that vehicle are several pounds of thermite, with an adhesive- sticky to you folks surface on one side." The rumbling of a large-sounding truck could be heard from out of the parking lot.

"The secure facility we want to bust into is protected by a blast proof door. Thankfully for us, blast-proof don't mean thermite proof. Once you've got it stuck, pull the little blue tab and it'll self-ignite and start to burn through the door. You need to put it on the locks. I'll repeat that. Put the burny sticky thing on the lock. Now, this stuff takes time to work, and someone could theoretically dislodge it- that means knock it off by the way, so you have to make sure it doesn't get knocked off." There was a pause.

"Once that's done, you need to get through two stories of reinforced offices, likely dealing with a number of enemy mercenaries and defensive staff, and get access to their servers. You need to physically remove three of their servers and take them with you out of the building and out the back- the Thames is there. Chuck them to a boat and fight your way out. Any questions?"

A Funny and Clever Name for a Superhero RP

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Alright, that was longer than she had meant to do it. Removing the lid, she would pour the entire thing out into a pint glass, then collapsed down onto her sofa. She looked down at the slightly white-coloured gloop in her hands, then placed the glass down and sighed. She was exhausted. Physically, mentally, whatever you wanted to call it. She needed to go to her lessons, but at the same time would a day off be that bad? She considered it as she took the first sip of her smoothie, idly reflecting that it was pretty thick considering how much she had buzzed it.

Bleh. Whatever, she would drink it anyhow. After that she would return to her blender, sticking the blender-y thing (yes, she had a very good grasp on the English language,) underneath the sink, letting it fill up and overspill as she made herself instant coffee. Drinking it black and with no sugar, she felt her entire body cringe, now feeling thoroughly awake.

Time to go to class. She had taken to wearing her 'superhero' clothes underneath her own (if lingerie could really be call superhero clothes,) since it allowed her to put her overclothes into her bag and go invisible if she really needed to, before slipping into her normal clothes and finally finishing with the washing up. Sighing at her empty room, she turned and walked out, shoulders already aching as she trod the same roads she trod everyday.