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Skeleton Quest: The Ballad of BIG BONE

You'd draw on some angry eyebrows, but you don't have a marker or pencil with you. Nonetheless, you go back from whence you came, further up the road, and see a CARAVAN of traders, likely trading in fine scimitars and spaghetti noodles. You sneak up to one of the guards of the CARAVAN and spook the shit out of him; he drops his BUSTER SCIMITAR; it's like a REALLY FAT KATANA. You believe you have just enough discipline in both the PIRATE and NINJA schools to use it, so you pick it up.

You use your powers of NINJA to evade them after spooking the shit out of one of their number, and go back to HORSEY, who's been doing horse stuff while you were gone.

Strangely, there's a puddle of brown liquid when you get back to where you were. Horsey seems spookied by it.

A) Lick Liquid
B) Go back to apologize to Caravan
C) Practice with your BUSTER SCIMITAR
D) Tell Horsey he's a big wuss.
E) Go back and spook somebody again.
F) Something completely different.

Skeleton Quest: The Ballad of BIG BONE

You are CALICALIBUR, and you are at the border of the old lands of GASHADOKURO, homeland of the NINJA SKELETONS, and CHAINBEARDIA, homelands of the PIRATE SKELETONS. Before you is a road to the mythical land of GROUNDCOW; homeland of the lost COWBOY SKELETONS and their art of COWBOY.

With you is your trusty steed, HORSEY. HORSEY is a skeleton horse. On your person is a KATANA, a prized sword given to you by a nobleskeleton of GASHADOKURO, and a PISTOL, a muzzle-loaded sidearm gifted to you by your best friend from CHAINBEARDIA.

Aside, you are wearing NOTHING, because you are a badass skeleton destined to become BIG BONE. and BIG BONE doesn't actually need 'clothes' or 'armor', because he's just that hard. Nonetheless, before you is a ROAD, and you can see SMOKE in the distance.

Probably fucbois.

A) Go on the road
B) Find an alternative route
C) Check your inventory again
D) Spook somebody
E) Something else entirely

Skeleton Quest: The Ballad of BIG BONE

In a world, much like our own, but vastly different, skeletons control the earth.

But their control wavers.

Hordes of 'FUCBOIS' threaten the peace, and the only one able to stop them, the legendary 'BIG BONE' has been missing for over nine thousand years. Bands of Fucbois raid and pillage, and no one can stop them.

You are here to change that. You are a SKELETON WARRIOR, and your name is 'CALCICALIBUR'. You are the spookiest skeleton of your tribe, and the Bonemeal Elder has urged you to take on a legendary quest.

You are to travel the world, vanquishing fuckbois across the kingdom on your quest to become BIG BONE, but the task is not easy, and as mighty as you are, CALCICALIBUR, you must make as many allies as you will enemies.

You are tasked to defeat the infamous 'FANTASTIC FIFTEEN FUCBOIS', leaders of the Fucboi hordes and gain their powers to jumpstart your evolution into 'BIG BONE', but the 'FANTASTIC FIFTEEN FUCBOI's' are led by an even worse enemy; the grand Nameless Fucboi; his name lost to the ages, who controls his generals from his fortress-mountain in the isle of Bonebreak

You must gain power, and balance yourself between the Skeleskills of 'PIRATE' 'NINJA' and 'COWBOY', as the title of 'BIG BONE' requires this balance. While balance is required, specialization is as well, CALICALIBUR. The Chainsaw Ninjas of MEALBREAK have given you their best trainers at your disposal, giving you a natural affinity to PIRATE and NINJA, but since the rise of the fucbois, the people of GROUNDCOW have been illusive...only the legendary BIG BONE, or someone destined to become BIG BONE, could ever summon them.

You will start by finding a path to, and liberating GROUNDCOW from the fucboi menace, and to train in the way of COWBOY. This first phase of your journey will be hard, but you are harder.

For you have been a good boy and have drank all your milk.

It is time to depart, CALICALIBUR, on your quest to become BIG BONE.

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A really shitty idea me and a friend came up with on a whim. This isn't like an average RP at all, it's more of a 'quest' type. Basically, I write up 'everything' but people can still choose what happens.

In effect, here's how the IC will look:

(GM post 1)
"Bla bla bla there's a house, some dudes, and a suspicious crate. What do you do?
1) Knock on House's Door
2) Break into House
3) Speak to the dudes
4) beat up the dudes
5) Open the crate
6) Kick the crate
7) Go somewhere else
8) Check your inventory before doing anything
9) Something Completely Different (write suggestion)
(GM End of post 1)
(Player 1 post 1)
2) Break Into house
"Let's burglarize people, it's fun."
(Player 1 post 1 end)

If there's discrepancy in what the players vote to do, first come, first serve.

Oh, the example given, all posts concerning the IC'll actually be, y'know, IC. Nonetheless, have fun and feel free to drop in with a command.

Ban the Person above you

oi boss b&d for dat dere fancy letterin's in da grotdamn title subtitle thoing in the name i tell ye it's fooken crazy mate

Chaos Descending: Warhammer 40k Dark Heresy Roleplay

@Rithy Usually those go into the OOC (this subthread) then you add it into the char tab when it's approved.

anger fucktouples

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The adventures of Karthis and his retinue begin in earnest.

I hope Guardsman Cornflakes is good so far.

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Elijah followed the Inquisitor out of the ship, and let him do the talking with the Sister Superior and the rest. He mindlessly nodded in agreement to whatever Karthis was saying to the Sister Superior, as he was too busy taking in the majesty and wonders of the Shrine World they just landed at. In all his (relatively few) years in the Guard, he never occupied a Shrine World before, he barely had any idea they were this breathtaking. To an Agri-Worlder, anyway.

Of course, his amazement was wrenched away from him when the sounds of autogun fire and the odd explosion reached his ears. Shoved back to reality, he reminded himself to check his lasgun when Sister Laedi was finished. When Ortiz was requesting a space for himself and his duties, Elijah made a mental note to ask the Tech-Priest if he was even doing his rites correctly. He was pretty sure he remembered the ritual for cleaning lasguns, but his Merovech pattern was unusual. It would be smart to ask from someone who knows what he's talking about if it perhaps required special rites and he's been doing it wrong the entire time.

Boarding the Rhino, he was mildly amused by the sheer size of it, both inside and out. He was quite used to the cramp interiors of a Chimera; it was a nice change of pace. Almost pleasant. He was particularly, visibly amused when he remembered that this is the exact same type of vehicle the Angels of Death rode about in when necessary.

He sat in Rhino alongside the Inquisitor, sitting on the opposite bench and facing the Inquisitor, the Vindicare Jessica, and the Genetor Ortiz. As everyone else was loading up, he decided to strike up some work-related conversation while inspecting his Merovech. Turning the safety on and preparing to eject its two power packs, he asked "Hey, do these Rhinos have Lasgun ports?" while he set the power-packs on his lap. Unscrewing the barrel, he continued onto the actual mission. "So, ain't meanin' to be rude or nothing, but we've any theories on what we could be goin' up 'gainst, Mister Karthis? I know our primary ob-ject-ive is to find this fellow Inquisitor, Valgone." Elijah began using a clean rag to wipe away at the barrel's focusing lens. "If he is... unavailable to continue his duties when we find out what happened to 'im, are we s'posed to finish his job for 'im? Don't mind, just wondering's all."

He shrugged when examining his work on the lens and began to screw it back in. "I ain't got any theories myself, I'm quite obviously new to this whole Inquisiting thing so's, I'm not gonna assume nothin'". He then set out to fulfill his mental note from earlier. "Hey, not trying to bother, Mister Freelon, but do these Merovech patterns require any special care or rites? It's obvious I gotta inspect two power packs and all that. But, if you got any expertise on the matter I'd like to be enlightened on anythin' else, if it ain't too much to ask."

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Goddamnit, I just realized Elijah Woods is an actual celebrity. I'm changing his last name and none of you can stop me.

Chaos Descending: Warhammer 40k Dark Heresy Roleplay

HYPE THRUSTERS ULTRA MAXIMIZE

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Some Hick Guardsman

Name: Elijah Cassidy

Age:31

Gender:Male

Personality: Elijah is a warm, friendly soul who can see the good in almost any member of the Imperium. He loves work, and always takes his duties very seriously, or at least, as seriously as he can manage. Naturally inquisitive throughout his life, he repressed these feelings for the vast majority of his time alive as 'Inquiring is what Inquisitors were for'. Now that he's effectively an Inquisitorial Acolyte, he feels he should do his part and always ask questions. Not like he's going to have all the time in the world; can't save his questions for later.

Elijah has respect for most all lines of work in the Imperium, honoring the Lords of Terra, to Adeptus Astartes, Adminastratum adepts, and to the lowliest hive worker. Nonetheless, his metaphorical 'big heart' is still of the right stuff for an Imperial Guardsman, not to mention an Inquisitorial adept; he can easily kill the Imperium's enemies and not lose a wink of sleep.

He speaks somewhat formally, yet very laid back. He can cram a surprising amount of words into very short time periods and still be understandable, which is always useful. Stemming from his agricultural origins, he's appropriately well-versed in making and preparing food, and loves to cook for other people.

Appearance: Elijah is a fairly tall and well-built individual, just reaching six feet and an inch tall (1.85 meters~) and 200 pounds (90 kg~). He's fairly tanned, and his simple, efficient mannerisms show a history of hard work. In the simplest terms, he's a fairly standard, if somewhat heavy-set, agri-worlder.

More uniquely, Elijah's frame shows a history of short, intense bursts of combat; a few wounds and bruises still healing here and there, a scar on his left cheek and another across his right eye are almost obviously from different engagements, befitting someone who's served some time in the Imperial Guard. Still, he's in quite good condition, considering the realities of such duties.

His most interesting, but not often seen feature is a series of marks on his backside, odd tattoos complimenting wounds that, on close inspection, could be explained by a round or two of flogging, however, with the 'accuracy' of the marks, it's hard to tell if it was self-flagellation or from a different person.

Elijah keeps fairly decent care of items afforded to him; his equipment, ranging from his lasgun to his shoes, is cleaned regularly to a quite reasonable standard. Actual clothes wise, he wears a fairly standard IG jumpsuit under whatever else he's wearing, which, when allowed, can range from carapace armor to standard civilian fare. On the latter, he does his damnedest to 'blend in', but his knowledge on dressing himself is lacking.

Former Occupation: In his earliest years, Elijah was a common agri-world worker, toiling in the fields to feed the Imperium. When the planet's tithe to the Imperial Guard came knocking when he was a young man, he ran off to join the Imperial Guard, which he served dutifully for almost a decade before a certain inquisitor found him.

Equipment: Elijah equips;
1 Merovech Pattern Assault Lasgun, a close-combat model that features a bayonet and the ability to load two power packs.
4 Lasgun Power Packs
1 Set of Flak Armor
1 Combat Knife
2 Krak Grenades
2 Frag Grenades

Notable Events: Elijah served in the Imperial Guard for nine years, but, relatively recently his utility as an Acolyte was shown. While reinforcing the PDF of a civilized world, Aalpii I, against an Ork WAAAGH!, he was cut off from allies when a chaos cult on the planet sought to make their move in the confusion. Forced to take residence in an apartment complex where refugees and survivors were holding up, Elijah guarded a group of fifty against both the Orks and Heretics, managing to kill an Ork Nob who was personally insulted by the fact that one 'umie' could stay alive so long.

Time With Inquisitor: Elijah is a very new addition to Karthis' retinue, and is unfamiliar with the ins and outs of the Imperium's secret police.