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Gates of Khu-Shabash (Middle Eastern Fantasy)

Interested. What kind of posting frequency?

@Polybius

Ideally, I'd like a frequency of at the very least twice a week

Gates of Khu-Shabash (Middle Eastern Fantasy)

I'm pretty interested.

What do Jinn look like?

Can we assume most creatures from middle eastern mythology exist here?

@Gisk

Jinn are Humanoids, semi-ethereal in appearance, basically people with a smokey looking body, and cat like eyes. Many also hover slightly off the ground.

Pretty much all Middle-Eastern mythical creatures exist on Al-Mashriq and Al-Maghrib, though mythical creatures are more common in Al-Maghrib which is the area from the former Jinn World, while Al-Mashriq (the former Human World) has more common earth animals.

Gates of Khu-Shabash (Middle Eastern Fantasy)

Khu-Shabash, a land between this and the outerworld. Some say it is only a myth, others see it as a very real gateway to places beyond the comprehension of Man and Jinn. For many, the legendary boundry has never even crossed their minds, that is until the events of what would be known as The Intercrossing.

The mad sorcerer, Nabo-bal-atir-rib, discovered ways to enter into the borderland, disappearing entirely beyond the outer realms, only to reappear 2000 years later, armed with the godlike-powers of the Outerworld, and releasing his minions upon the world of Men and Jinn. Among his first displays of power was to destroy the boundries of the Realm of Man, and the Realm of Jinn, uniting the once previously unseen peoples into a world in the process of conquest. This, however, was his first mistake. While Nabo-bal-atir-rib had torn down the barriers to strike fear into the hearts of mortals with his power, he brought together a new alliance that would otherwise have never become. The Humans and the Jinn drove out the Mad God, and sealed him once more behind the Borderlands in the outerworld with powerful magics.

Since then, the world of Mortals has been stable, though new conflicts did arise in the sudden sharing of worlds with new peoples, but over time, the world had settled into a new rhythm once more.

But a new threat arises, a cult who worship the Mad God, and seek to break the seals that lock away Khu-Shabash, and release Nabo-bal-atir-rib into the world once more. The Gods, seeing the threat of this new power, seek to protect the world, and, unable to intervene directly themselves, have chosen heros from Man and Jinn, to fight back, and protect the world from the evils of the Mad God once more.

What is Gates of Khu-Shabash

Gates of Khu-Shabash is a fantasy roleplay based on Middle-Eastern Mythology, particularly Mesopotamian, Levantine, Egyptian, Arab, and Abrahamic mythology. The story centers around the imminent return of an deity with apocalyptic power, the Mad God Nabo-bal-atir-rib. It is up to the player characters, the Chosen Heroes known as the Anunnaki, to prevent his return. The game will center around the travels and adventures of these heroes across the continents of Al-Mashriq (The Land of Dawn) and Al-Maghrib (The Land of Dusk), as they work to destroy the Naboites, worshipers of the Mad God, and powerful Mages who seek to open the Borderlands and facilitate Nabo's return.

From there on, the RP is open to molding and suggestion from the player, but here are some basic foundations I'm looking to build off of

• A team 6-8
• Players can be Human or Jinn, Humans are tougher and stronger physically while deficient in Magic, while Jinn are naturally powerful Mages, but fragile compared to a Human
• Characters are mildly superhuman, but nothing too special
• Setting will be in a Mediterranean Setting, Similar to the Levant or Mesopotamia, with Mountainous Areas and Deserts in the outer reaches. It is one contiguous landmass, with the continents being divided according to geocultural boundaries.
• Techology level is Early Medieval/Caliphate Era

Anyone interested?

Gates of Khu-Shabash (Middle-Eastern Fantasy)

Any more interest?

Gates of Khu-Shabash (Middle-Eastern Fantasy)

Yeah, I'm sold.

As an aside, how of early Caliphate are we talking, Umayyad or Abassid or something like the Rashidun Caliphate?

@Blight Bug

Late Rashidun -Early Umayyad

Gates of Khu-Shabash (Middle-Eastern Fantasy)

Khu-Shabash, a land between this and the outerworld. Some say it is only a myth, others see it as a very real gateway to places beyond the comprehension of Man and Jinn. For many, the legendary boundry has never even crossed their minds, that is until the events of what would be known as The Intercrossing.

The mad sorcerer, Nabo-bal-atir-rib, discovered ways to enter into the borderland, disappearing entirely beyond the outer realms, only to reappear 2000 years later, armed with the godlike-powers of the Outerworld, and releasing his minions upon the world of Men and Jinn. Among his first displays of power was to destroy the boundries of the Realm of Man, and the Realm of Jinn, uniting the once previously unseen peoples into a world in the process of conquest. This, however, was his first mistake. While Nabo-bal-atir-rib had torn down the barriers to strike fear into the hearts of mortals with his power, he brought together a new alliance that would otherwise have never become. The Humans and the Jinn drove out the Mad God, and sealed him once more behind the Borderlands in the outerworld with powerful magics.

Since then, the world of Mortals has been stable, though new conflicts did arise in the sudden sharing of worlds with new peoples, but over time, the world had settled into a new rhythm once more.

But a new threat arises, a cult who worship the Mad God, and seek to break the seals that lock away Khu-Shabash, and release Nabo-bal-atir-rib into the world once more. The Gods, seeing the threat of this new power, seek to protect the world, and, unable to intervene directly themselves, have chosen heros from Man and Jinn, to fight back, and protect the world from the evils of the Mad God once more.

What is Gates of Khu-Shabash

Gates of Khu-Shabash is a fantasy roleplay based on Middle-Eastern Mythology, particularly Mesopotamian, Levantine, Egyptian, Arab, and Abrahamic mythology. The story centers around the imminent return of an deity with apocalyptic power, the Mad God Nabo-bal-atir-rib. It is up to the player characters, the Chosen Heroes known as the Anunnaki, to prevent his return. The game will center around the travels and adventures of these heroes across the continents of Al-Mashriq (The Land of Dawn) and Al-Maghrib (The Land of Dusk), as they work to destroy the Naboites, worshipers of the Mad God, and powerful Mages who seek to open the Borderlands and facilitate Nabo's return.

From there on, the RP is open to molding and suggestion from the player, but here are some basic foundations I'm looking to build off of

• A team 6-8
• Players can be Human or Jinn, Humans are tougher and stronger physically while deficient in Magic, while Jinn are naturally powerful Mages, but fragile compared to a Human
• Characters are mildly superhuman, but nothing too special
• Setting will be in a Mediterranean Setting, Similar to the Levant or Mesopotamia, with Mountainous Areas and Deserts in the outer reaches. It is one contiguous landmass, with the continents being divided according to geocultural boundaries.
• Techology level is Early Medieval/Caliphate Era

Anyone interested?

Time's a Changing - a Steampunk NRP set in a Psuedo-Earth

Gaillimh Nua, Eastát na Ghaillimh Nua, Colony of Ilathach

Ríon Méabh, Queen of Tuath Delbhna Nuadat; rested her head, fighting of the urge to doze off, lulled to sleep by talk of sugar exports, with a bit of excitement peppered in with talks of natives being seen nearby. Méabh, her hand blocking off view of her mouth, was parotting everything the economic adivisor was telling her. The same words he said every day.

"Sugar is well as always, what of Tobbacco?" Méabh interjected, curious as to how the tastes in old world were progressing

"Tobacco consumption has actually fallen," the advisor replied, sifting through records

Méabh gave a mild look of displeasure, before asking what had been on her mind all morning, "Has the Dail responded to my request for machines to be sent to clear new pasture land?"

"My lady," The economic advistor said, a glum tone on his lips. "The Taioseach himself has denied your request"

Méabh stormed up, standing tall, fury in her eyes, "He What?"

"The Taoiseach belives that with the climate of potential war with the ever growing militarism of Edoniras, Cruhanvor cannot risk to divert valuable industry to producing deforesting machinery, that will likely just be destroyed by the indigenous people anyways."

Before the advisor could continue, a loud crash rang out, as a silver bowl made contact with the wooden floor, flung by the Petty Queen herself.

The advisor stammered to get her attention before she could continue in her anger, "...But, My Lady. The Taoiseach has approved for Gaillimh Nua to begin widescale machine production, in response to the growing population, and the more recent influx in native insurgency."

Méabh's face did not untwist, but the Queen did cease her imposing stance, slowly sitting back down to listen to the rest of what had to be said. "Very well, I want you to inform the people to begin expanding further east, and I want someone to get in a request for more Cattle to be sent here."

"Yes, ma'am" the economic advistor said, as Méabh's head moved to gaze upon the other members of her tribal court.

"Do we have other matters to attend to?"

"Actually, yes, we do."

A voice echoed out from across the Tribal Chamber, with the foreign advisor, Aonghus Ó Chonall. "I was contacted today, by Rí Seán Mac Mathúna of Tír Naomh Breandán, and Rí Roibéard Mac Fearchar of Cósta ó Dheas. Apparently one of the Fiann living in Rí Roibéard's lands was approched by a group carrying a message. Rí Roibéard sent back a message of his own, and is, as High King of Ilathach, as appointed by the Taoiseach and the Dail, mandating that you come to Naomh Seán, along with all the other Ríthe, to engage in diplomacy."

Méabh, still taking in the information, responded rather stalely, "And who are these people?"

"They are, so they claim, from the Empire of Akitsukuni"

"When will I leave"

"We will depart for Naomh Seán immediately"

All the while, a message in return to the Akitsukuni was finding its way, carried by one of the Galian Fiann patrols.

To The Greater Akitsukuni Empire

@Keyguyperson
Your message has been received, and the Rí graciously accepts your request for an audience between our nations. I have gathered the other Petty Kings of Ilathach and the audience shall be held within the King's palace in the city of Naomh Seán. I have included directions to the city, from your current location.

Dia is Padraig duit
Scribe Síomón Mac Fearghas,
Writing on behalf of Rí Roibéard Mac Fearchar Ó Murchú of The Estate of Cósta ó Dheas,
And on behalf of all the Petty Kings of Ilathach

Against The Devil (Polytheistic Gods v.s The Devil)!

I'm going to make a hold on Lugus/Lugh/Lleu

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted. The downside is you possess the Real Slim Shady's... talent, his mannerisms, his personality, his everything. You are him. That's, uh... Yeah. Uh. You asked for this. Why did you wish for this?

I wish I were a polygot.

@Shorticus

Granted, all your extra languages are extremely obscure and functionally usless for converstation

I wish I had a new computer

Time's a Changing - a Steampunk NRP set in a Psuedo-Earth

Republic of Cruhanvor

Fort Cnoc Dubh, 20 km outside of the city of Port Dearg, Alba

Trying to instill drill in these disorganized savages was becoming a tiresome morning chore.

It had only been 3 weeks since Sáirsint Complachta Ciar Ó Dubhshláine had been assigned to train the new recruits. He was beginning to find, however, that these rowdy bunch of tribesmen were no better than a pack of wild animals in this early of a stage. They had been raised fighting each other in traditional ways; stick fighting, brawling, wrestling, and ganging up in clannish assaults.

That disorganized rabble would only get them a permanent place in a grave when time came for a real war. The world was changing, and the old ways of fighting had no place on the modern battlefield. Taioseach Bhioctoria knew that, wisdom that would keep Cruhanvor from becoming just another victim of some larger nation's war hunger. But if the country was to be safe, these men and women would need to be straightened out, turned from a pack of wild dogs into a well oiled machine.

The Sáirsint could think of no better place than in the mountain valley where Fort Cnoc Dubh had been constructed. The Highlands of Alba were known for forging warriors, making some of the greatest of Galian warriors. The natural land provided sheer cliffs for the recruits to climb and jog on. The fertile yet rocky land was perfect for teaching them to forage and hunt. And the danger of the land made desertion nigh impossible.

Lately, the Sáirsint had been having problems with a recruit, a man of Cymrian origin; one Mervyn mab Ofydd, from a village called Caerwyf. His apathy towards his training was begging to annoy Sáirsint Ó Dubhshláine. Just now, the man was standing limply in line, just returning from a hike in the mountains. He was not limp with exhaustion, however, but simply disinterested in his position.

“Recruit Mab Ofydd,” The Sáirsint sternly called out to the apathetic young man, who in turn responded by lazily swinging his head to face the Sáirsint’s.

“Yes, sir?”

“I cannot help but notice that you seem rather impassive in regards to your training.” Sáirsint Ó Dubhshláine, “Perhaps, there is a reason for this?”

The Cymrian responded as was to be expected, with little respect, “Indeed, I do. I see no reason for us to waste our time learning to march in step, to turn to the left and right, to learn how to hold a gun. These are all things we’ve been doing since we were kids; we already know how to fight”

The sound of murmuring began to emanate from the other recruits, some seeming to agree while others seemed to mumble in annoyance. The Sáirsint smiled as he began to recount a common tale that he liked to tell to new recruits.

“Are you aware, Recruit Mab Ofydd, that I was stationed in Ildathach when I was just an Earcach (recruit)?” The Cymrian looked in confusion but did not say anything as the Sáirsint continued his story. “We were sent there to keep peace, and protect Gaillimh Nua. There isn’t much out in the area where we were stationed, just rainforest, hot humid, soul crushing temperatures. Your body needs to be strong out there, because the sun, and the heat are unlike anything you will face in Cruithan.” The Sáirsint then turned to the recruits once more, “But, the worst thing in Ildathach, are the natives. The team I was assigned to, we were out dealing with complaints that the farmers were giving about something destroying their equipment out in the deeper parts of the forests they were taking down. A group of 5 of us, we went out, only to be ambushed by a group of 12 Tupis. Now, if we had followed our drill training, we could have easily routed these natives, but we were fools and decided to fight like we had as kids. The numbers of the tupis alone were able to overpower us, as we were to focused on our own personal brawls to watch out for each other. I was barely able to make out out alive, but 3 of our squad members, they were not so lucky. The Tupis took them out, and ate them, like they do to all prisoners they take. So, Recruit Mab Ofydd, you can follow my drill, and keep yourself alive, or you can fight like a savage, and end up getting eaten alive by a New Worlder, or perhaps you’ll find yourself being skewered by one of that Mad Man Napoleon’s men, when he finally decides he wants to destroy the Republic for his own gain.”

The recruits looked horrifed at the idea of being eaten alive by Tupis in Ildathach, though the Sáirsint was embellishing the story a bit. He had no idea what the fate of those soldiers was, though being cannibalized was certainly a real possibility. Though, what was a little fear to keep them in line. It would do them some good to be on guard while they were training, put some motivation in them.

Naomh Seán, Eastát na Chósta ó Dheas, Colony of Ilathach

The sugar crop had been very plentiful this year.

The switch to mechanization across the colony had been a great boon to everyone, increasing output, decreasing the reliance of slave labor, meaning more money for the common farmer all across the nation.

Ilathach had been described as paradise, but it was a paradise that needed to be fought for, a paradise to be conquered.

And the first step of taming the wild beast that is the Many Colored Land was to start moving out the dense rainforests standing in the way of crop-laying. However, when it came to that, problems always arose with the damn natives. They were incessant, always destroying machines, killing farmers, stealing animals, and destroying crops. Everyone knew they were trying to drive out the settlers, but all it lead to was a growing hatred between them. It was, an awkward situation. When the colony was first settled, many of the Galians and Cymrians took wives and husbands among the natives, producing resident natives in the settlements, and children of mixed descent, creating even more animosity within the colony itself.

But, that was to be dealt with later. The Sugar was keeping the colony strong for now, Cruhanvoir had reason to keep funding the colony, and aid in getting rid of the natives. The sugar was making good money for the nation, as were the fruits and new woods found among the rainforest.