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Home is where the Hearth is [Closed]

@TheNoCoKid awesome, welcome aboard! What sort of characters are you leaning towards?

Home is where the Hearth is [Closed]

^{low casual ◉ ♫ chill vibes ♫ ◉ low stakes}

<sup>far beyond the warzone of the demon king, far beyond the reach of plotting nobles and mad wizards, far beyond the great mountains and endless enchanted forest, there is a little Hamlet of no great renown. To you, this Hamlet is home. In this quiet village, in this peaceful valley, the winds of change blow anew.

An old traveller has recently re-opened the abandoned Adventurers Guild outpost.

In this sleepy place it is always a time of rest, but welcome change brings new opportunities. Can you bring prosperity to the beloved Hamlet you call home?</sup>

Isekai-Lite Fantasy

^{You are a local villager, but you harbour within you the potential for something extraordinary, something that might well bring great change. This RP pays homage to Isekai themes of progression of building up a home base location, uplifting the locals, and a 'zero to hero' power gain without the 'prior life/reborn' components. There are some light game mechanics, that affect exploration and progression. As your character tried new things and improves, new skills and items may be gained. As you explore, discover new locations, creatures and mysteries.}

Creature Comforts, Low Stakes

^{The focus of this roleplay has a slight slice of life flavour, akin to Stardew Valley. Is your character an aspiring alchemist who wishes to discover new potions from unknown herbs in the unexplored woods? Perhaps a fresh faced monster tamer who wants to befriend the local wildlife, breed new evolutions and show that even the most frightening monster can have a heart of gold? Or maybe you are a blacksmith, explorer, inn keeper, farmer or magic acolyte who has the glimmer of a dream they strive for. In this slow paced Hamlet life, you are safe to explore your greatest ambitions. Only old age could cause your death here.}

Home is where the Hearth is

^{There are many wonderful locations to be explored, but in the end this roleplay's beating heart is the Hamlet and the camaraderie of a small community reaching for the stars. While you may travel to many exotic places, sooner or later your weary feet yearn for home to share your newfound wealth of experience. Similarly, while factions make plans and great kings scheme, the plot is not set in stone. The story woven in the quiet inn is spun from the chosen threads of adventures plucked, and the particular interests of your villager characters.}

Dungeoncrawl: I Want to be a Wizard!

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@Dark Cloud@Poohead189@rocketrobie2@Cao the Exiled @Duthguy

@VeyrinDaytentative

Looking to continue this..%

Dungeoncrawl: I Want to be a Wizard!

Mostly been rolling behind the screen but since we're just chilling out right now

@POOHEAD189
@rocketrobie2
Y'all roll me 1d100 ;DDD

Melsborow Nights II- A sequel to an interactive horror story

>slam the door shut

Spooky guy is spooky and I don't like me no fox deer bears

Anyone got cute formatting to share?

@Exit _{ohboyohboyohboy} I've always looked up to your bbcode. I can't believe I got a mention ;_;

Also always happy for anyone to use my codes, although my style is a little more out of date now. It is 99% likely I saw someone else doing something cool and tried to replicate it.

The Dungeon Delvers Guild: An experimental Rogue-like RPG

Sneaksneaksneak

One Word (Forum Game)

It was a radical

Dungeoncrawl: I Want to be a Wizard!

@Dark Cloud no worries! Haven't posted myself in a while.

Also I swear these wands have quirks guys... seriously can't wait until you start picking up on them..

Dungeoncrawl: I Want to be a Wizard!

@Duthguy You hear a snap as you fall, your full weight bearing down on the limb as you hit the ground. It's gory, and while your heart was racing, you had the dim realisation that should you survive this the limb would be easier to remove.

Scrambling for your items you grab a wand. Three orbs of swirling light shoot from the tip, and as the brightness dims from your eyes you can hear the creature yelp as the magic hits your mark.

You see a pair of madened eyes staring back at you. The mangy creature leaps forth. It is no ordinary wolf...

The smell hits you first - fetid, coppery. You feel its hot breath as it rips at your arm, but only manages to snag a mouthful of cloth. It's on top of you, pinning your Torso to the ground, but it's head snaps back and forth unnaturally. You catch a glimpse of milky eyes. It's nostrils flare at being so close to the carcass.

@POOHEAD189 The magic missiles hit with a hiss. A ripple of electric blue-purple energy pulses across the door. It subsides. All is silent. The ornate skull almost seems to be grinning at you...

You reckon you could possibly pry open the wretched thing if you could get something to help with leverage.

@Cao the Exiled It isn't everyday that teleportation magic goes wrong, but when it does, it tends to be a little bit of a spectacle. Usually a gory one.

Deedra shot through the sky like a bullet. It wasn't like this was her first time in the air, but the speed was... definitely a new experience. You think there may have been a few different realities that you phased through as well, but it was hard to tell with everything moving quite so fast.

After the length of a blink or perhaps a short sneeze, your eyes start to successfully transmit what they're saying to your brain. Was that a forest you were hurtling over? And a clearing? And those three little ants - no, people - and that brown blob is now a..

You crash into the cart in an uproar of flying wands. You are, thanks to the 'benevolence' of magic academy, fortunately in one piece. Unless you died in transit and they teleported your corpse away before anyone saw, but that would be ridiculous.

@rocketrobie2 Carl makes eye contact as the last of the straw dissapears into his mouth and, presumably, belly. There is a long silence. He'll never tell.

@Dark Cloud whatever confounded sadist had provided these supplies had inconveniently left off backpacks and sacks. There were crates, of course, but they were unwieldy to carry. There was, thankfully, a bedroll, rations, various bits and bobs for cooking, a small kit for identifying gems. You grab a pickaxe, and just after jumping off the cart, turn to see a Pseudodragon-sized comet come crashing into it.