Paradoxial

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@Yuultide I don’t have any major problems with your character but to be fair I’m going to wait on @Vega7 for their character sheet, because we only have one spot left and I pick based on merit not on a first come basis. Also, the most monster you can be is half, and you get additional powers and drawbacks accordingly. For instance if you are to be a half satyr, then you would probably have nature related spells or the like, but also have less prowess in physical combat. Also I have to say no to a full bird creature, full monsters are reviled and not even our “refined” party would treat one of them with any decency, or any other way than directly attacking.

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@The Fated Fallen@Nameless@Eisenhorn@GodOfWar

*pokes*

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New post is up! Sorry for the brief wait, busy weekend :) Again this will be the last sort of “get to know you” post thread for a little while, so take The opportunity.

@The Fated Fallen
@eisenhorn
@nameless
@rivaan
@godofwar

Torchlight

As introductions ended, the journey began. The horse puffed a wheezing breath and slowly took the first steps forward, Cabin and occupants groaning in tandem as the cursed thing lurched onto the muddy road. It wasn’t long before everyone had gotten at least relatively comfortable, as much as one could be in an ancient death trap such as the one they were in. Through the weathered gaps in the wood, each could see the land of Olde begin to fade, as though the cart traversed upon the faded edges of a worn painting. The comfortable farming villages and lush forests gradually began to wither into mud soaked hills, distant figures wandering in ones and two’s across the silent plains. To the distance was what could hesitantly be called a forest, the trees having long since died and spiderwebs interwoven throughout. The road grew less traveled, more of a line in the dirt than the well kept cobbles known to most inner hamlets. And what seemed to be their destination, the town of Ash. It’s true name long forgotten, with not a single bright light to even indicate a population still lived there, for all intents it seemed to fit its namesake.

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Awesome first posts you guys, I should have the boring travel set up post up soon. Again this next thread will be just for development, either as frigid comrades or solidifying gut instincts. Fear not however, death and gore lie not far away :)

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Awesome posts everyone! Only waiting on the other 2 and the uncomfortable ride will begin! Basically after these introductions there will be another post chunk of travel small talk and then you will have arrived :)

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@The Fated Fallen I have to butt in here unfortunately, I don’t want anything too big of a connection between any characters unless it’s a negative one. They could be acquaintances at most, but not anything more than a passing relationship. The reason for this is mainly to allow for character development to happen inside of the role play, rather than just starting out already having one. I think a friendship is better forged over the corpse of a lich, rather than over tea in the backstory no one knows about :)

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@The Fated Fallen not “canon”, but you’ll have a little of deja vu if you want :p

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@the fated fallen
@eisenhorn
@rivaan
@nameless
@godofwar

First post is up! I kept this one really short and vague, the ride to the town is a sort of “get to know these weird people who probably have completely opposite religious views than you and are heretics” phase. Expectations for this roleplay are usually 1 post a week at least 2 paragraphs, however in combat you probably wont post as much, and it’ll be shortened to 2-3 days. I’m not a dick, and I understand that outside stuff is vastly more important than this roleplay, so if you need to leave or take a break just ask!

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All of you saw the tattered banner. Strained to make out the faded words on the once golden parchment,rotted with years of age. Turning around you were met with the sight of an old Carriage, a cloaked man sitting in the front of it. The horse that was carrying the husk of a ride was bone thin, and looked to be seconds away from deaths door at any moment. The man in the front introduced himself as Roake, and beckoned you into the cart. You know not what compelled you to step into the cramped space, nor what force closed the door behind you. But here you are, as the carriage sets an unknown path you face the unknown strangers sitting in the cart with you, each holding the same banner you read in their hands.