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Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

No no, I said I think it's the best one!

@Fabricant451

I really need to re-educate you at some point, Fab.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

with an amateurish story

Nah

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Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

I've really hit a wall with Cassie and the Titans so I think I'm just going to forget making a plan and just writing random scenes tonight and see where those go.

If there's anything I've learned is 95 times out of 100 I'm better at role-playing when I make no plan and just play off my momentum.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

_{@LetMeDoStuff}

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Lubna nearly stifled a pleasant giggle when Jean made his remark about how quick the job would be done.

It was a weird thing to break her out of her focus but there it was. Despite his demeanor he had been deeply wounded by his experiences here and on whatever front he was dragged in from. His eyes a beautiful emerald green but a dulled emerald green nonetheless. She looked at him closely as he addressed other members of their assorted group, as she looked on at him. She ran a hand through her own hair as she looked at how beaten he appeared.

He needed a haircut. Did she as well? When was the last time she crossed a mirror and the thought about her own personal appearance came to mind? She had been fighting so long and her husband’s death had dragged a lot out of her vigor and sense from her soul. What struck her with even more surprise was to see spritely, confident members that shared her gender. Maybe it was less rare than it was back home? A thought to ponder, but she supposed she shouldn’t be too surprised given the lengths this war was going from both sides. If you could point a rifle you were good enough, should you survive the endeavor that was war. “The Silence has not stirred, there in the heather.” She recalled in her mind.

“May I ask if you are well, ser?” She commented, reflecting on Jean’s smile, unconvincing and contrived. “You look pale.”

Jean looked more than pale, but Lubna was being polite.

The Voyagers of Duonia: A Medieval Fantasy RP

@Taka I took a look at your formatting. Sorry for the delays everyone, I've been mentally unwell and creatively dead inside. But I'm back, I think, hopefully.

Age also is an educated guess since you had, like, 26 listed and I know that's not correct.

The Fighter

_{“I am the storm that is approaching.”}

_______________________________________________ Varis Naivera _______________________________________________________________ 150 | Male | High Elf _______________________________________________________________ True Neutral | Battlemaster | Sage _______________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ A T T R I B U T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Battle Maneuvers Varis has spent his long life, learning various different techniques, or Maneuvers if you will. He has learned from various Elves and Humans in the art of war, studying sever texts to increase his own knowledge of combat. This has also extended to knowledge on weapon usage, Varis is proficient at using most weapons with ranged weapons being on the weaker end for him. ► Blade That Booms Being a High Elf, Varis was born with a high magic aptitude. This lead to him learning a single spell to increase his marital prowess; Booming Blade would be that spell. Booming Blade is a cantrip that surges lightning around whatever weapon he is holding with the added effect of causing a delayed shock for the affected if they try walking after. This is a signature spell for Varis. ► Schloar 150 years have given the Elf Fighter a long time to study up on the history of the world, and what has been crafted by the people that inhabit it. From Religion, to History, to Medicine, and even Investigative knowledge, Varis has expanded his mind well beyond his Elven history. This also helps him in the fact that he teaches for a class of diverse races. You can find Varis with a book in his hand during his downtime. ► Shieldmaster To keep this short and sweet, Varis is master in wielding his shield. He can defend even the most awkward of attacks with his shield, even completely defending from spells that normally could bypass shields. Some men think it's impossible stop a fireball with a shield, Varis would like to show otherwise. - [+] ▼ I N V E N T O R Y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Armor Varis tends to wear medium armor. Never one to hide his armor, it can be seen as a breast plate. He prefers to wear armor with the most protection but also loose to stop his movement from being hindered. Varis can stand on the front line with the best of them, shield in hand. ► Weapons As a fighter, Varis could wield a variety of weapons if he so wanted, but that is not his style. Instead Varis keep his trusty at his side at all times. To compliment the shield, he keeps longsword for close range fights, a spear if he needs range, and a small hand crossbow as a backup. He does keep a elven dagger at his waist but, that is only for a last resort. ► Coinpurse Varis is a teacher so he is paid moderately well, this not including his years of saving. Don't let this fool you tho as Varis is a not a rich man at all but, he can live comfortably above the poverty line. ► Misc. Items Beyond a belt for potions, a few survival items like flint, and a small necklace shaped like a lion, Varis does not keep much on him. He only brings what is necessary as he already carries more weapons than the normal adventurer. -

P E R S O N A L C H A R A C T E R Varis was a lucky child, born on the mainland to two elven parents. Cysegr would be the place he called home. As a young elf, Varis was took a vested interest in the history of the many races, learning all he could during small adventures from his home. He came to love meeting new individuals from other races, exchanging stories and even fighting techniques. Fighting was a secondary joy for the elf as he trained with his mother, a Battlemaster in her own right. What was not expected was his affinity with the shield, using it at an elite level to defend and create openings. Varis took his studies and training seriously, never leaving a second to slack off. A hundred years would seem to fly past in the blink of an eye before he met someone that would take his the brunt of his interest. Her name was Arianna Moon, a human barbarian who had been adventuring like many before her. Their meeting would initiate a friendly fight between the two, Varis to test his abilities and Arianna to test her blade against his 100 year experience. Love would bloom on a battlefield that day. For years the two lovers would fight, teach, and create a family together. A young girl named Veronica after Arianna's own mother. Varis was a good father, becoming attached to his child as she grew up before him, and always teaching her to use her mind over the sword. Their family would eventually feel loss as Arianna would pass away due to old age, her husband and daughter outliving her due to the elven physiology. A pain that would remain with Varis to this very day, unable to truly reconcile with losing the closest person he's ever known. For over 30 years, Varis would teach elven children Cysegr, making a name for himself amongst his elven people. Stern and Stubborn to a fault, the man would use every opportunity to show the next generation the world they lived in. He loved it and his mind would never stop seeking knowledge in all it's forms. F A V O R Varis has met Ordrin before through Veronica's own dealings and misadventures. Ordrin contacted Varis quickly once he heard the news of the Caravan going missing, including Veronica who had been tasked with protecting it. Varis agreed to help Ordrin, and in return Ordrin will help him with finding Veronica. Single-minded and Focused, nothing will get in Varis' way.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

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“Mama, why do the inquisitors hate us?”

“I don’t know, Lasiseia.”

A fringe memory from years ago.

Lasiseia Krow barely remembered it, but it was there. Like an old song that someone forgot the lyrics to. But after being consumed by her grief of losing everything she had ever known it had been buried in her. The only thing she knew was her instincts and her rage.

It was a unfortunate reality, but the malum prodigy had been consumed by her own darkness and for months now it had deluded how she normally thought. The girl with fire red hair threatened her, almost with glee. It was just her and the boy. The rest of their group of inquisitor-lackeys were taking on her final treant. She felt in her bones she still had an advantage, but there was something about the girl that made her hesitate for a second. But only a second. Much like a cornered animal she hissed before swooping back at the two with great speed, slashing and pawing at them with her malum claws with great speed and dexterity; switching targets on a dime between flurries of strikes.

The two dodged, almost instinctively, though she was very quick.

She needed to strike and strike fast or else what would happen would happen like it did before. Strike before the rest killed her. There was more screaming in her head; another memory--her mother's body lying in two. If she ran away who was to say if she could get away clean? The magic she had been ‘blessed’ with as a child conflicted her thinking. The blonde girl stepped up. Talking about her magicks. And then she ran at her. Lasiseia’s eyes widened, not with fear but instead with immaculate joy.

“Don’t—” The red-haired girl called out to her companion as Lasiseia weaved underneath the sword, the blade swiping a fringe amount of hair over her head.

The brown-haired girl’s energy surged as she twisted the malum on her left hand from a claw into a blade. One strike in the heart is all it would take. That is until the sound of the spark of lightning caught her ear and she had to spin eastward in a dash to create some distance as a lightning bolt shot down to where she previously stood.

“My, my! Did you really think it’d be that easy?!” The brown-haired girl exclaimed before twisting back as her feet touched the earth. “I may be only sixteen-years-old, but I am no fool!”

She held out her hand, the dark mass that had once had formed claw constructs moving into a sphere into her hand. Solidus Malum. To draw your dark energy into solid matter. In a split second she spun it around in her palm as it began gathering a blitzing amount of speed before the red-haired girl could send out another bolt of lightning in her general direction. The ball of sticky malum goo would fling itself at the lightning-summoning nuisance who was already channeling another attack. As it splatted upon her longcoat Lasiseia would lick her lips. Long Live the Eileithyia.

She pressed her fingers, sparking with malum energy as she did so and snapped. Incaendo.

The malum substance on the red-haired girl’s coat began to sparkle and then it exploded in black and purple. When the smoke cleared the fulgur magi was on the ground, groaning in pain. It was a little surprising to see at first given how many grunts the brown-haired girl had handled with it before, but such was life. She would have to happen upon a more hardy group. At least she didn't have to dodge lightning bolts for the time being. She laughed as claws began to form around her hand once more and she charged.

Though, this time? She charged past the duo, doing a side-flip off one of the giant trees and made for their backlines. Toward the tall woman.

Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

Episode 1 takes place ICly on September 5th, 2067. A Monday. Specifically that Labor Day Monday we all adore so very much.

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Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

@Taka I've decided to pick you for the role for a multitude of factors, but both sheets are solid enough. Depending on Martian's interest and ability to post consistently, I might shop for a purple or silver ranger to slot in to the group jumping it from 5 original rangers to 6. But I also want to keep storylines rather balanced and not overwhelm myself as I have done in other RPs in the past. For now, Scott is accepted.

That means we are ready to go and this morning I wrote the first half of the IC opener and will do the second half tonight. Posts may be written and posted afterward.