She can hide behind Faeril, who will hide behind Emmaline, who will hide behind Revyadin, who will hide behind Radek, who will hide behind Lorcan.
Ah. The Russian Nesting Doll Defense, it's a classic.
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Ah. The Russian Nesting Doll Defense, it's a classic.
I am interested as well. Would we be able to choose from the magic masteries? I would be down to do a Force Mage for sure.
Yes! I'm allowing everyone to choose their character specialization, and I'm using a mix of in-game specializations and TTRPG specializations for flavor. The mages have a more truncated list than the other two classes, considering I'm not allowing Blood Mage for obvious reasons and Keeper for story reasons. That being said, Force Mage is definitely on there. Let's get ragdoll physics in Thedas!
Okay.
How has no one commented that we are on page 69?
Beyond that, I hope that post worked. Making Hana the group's neon-green punching bag is fun. Also, excuse me while I attempt to include as many curse words as possible in one post.
How has no one commented that we are on page 69?
Beyond that, I hope that post worked. Making Hana the group's neon-green punching bag is fun. Also, excuse me while I attempt to include as many curse words as possible in one post.
LOCATION : BANK OF THE WEST INTERACTIONS : THE BANK GROUP TIME : MY PHONE IS IN MY POCKET
One moment Hana was feeling confident in her ability to handle the situation, her head turned towards Eilidh, and the next she saw nothing but the blur of scenery. Her foot felt as if it had been caught in a bear trap. The pressure on it was intense, and she didn’t have a moment to react as she was being dragged downwards. The only thing that she had the concentration to do was to yell out “MOTHER FU-!” before she disappeared below.
Her back snapped against the wall of the vault. Fortunately, the natural energy shield that surrounded her buffered the blow, only leaving her slightly dazed. It was enough for the fuzziness of her concussion to ring back into her mind. Before another one of those muscled-up idiots had time to hit her, she threw up a shield. The fizzle-pop of green energy coalesced around her—in the shape of her late pet betta’s, T-Rex, bowl. The pixelization of the world around her along with the ringing in her ears had consumed her, but only momentarily. She was quickly straightening back up.
The rhythmic pounding on her shield and Red’s less-than-subtle wording should have made her chuckle, but instead, she was fighting her own thoughts to remain cognizant of the situation at hand. Even if a milky green betta swam by underneath her shield. It was then that Eilidh pierced through her thoughts and the beating let up.
Hana reacted immediately. Her shield dispersed, and she launched into the air—pushing herself upwards at an angle. Her ringed fist glowed in bright green energy as she went for the goon’s face. Muscle covered most of the body, but it was heavily unused around the head. All there was between the soft tissue and her fist was a lot of bone to crunch. Her punch landed, but it was like hitting a car. She grunted, realizing she needed to put a lot more force behind this before the musclebound idiot had time to claw his way out of Eilidh’s mental blockage. So, Hana pulled her arm back, green light pulsing from her ring and making a sort of minty strobe light that filled the vault. In her hand formed an energy-construct guitar, the etchings of flames on the side capable of being seen even through the brightness. She let out a scream as it swelled in size, becoming monstrous in her hand—if it hadn’t been sprouted from her own mind it might have been unwieldy in her hand.
The ring buzzed out [POWER SWIFTLY DECREASING. RING AT 70% BATTERY.] Hana ignored it and crashed the guitar into the thug’s head. The meaty crunch almost as loud as her scream. “Eat my dick!” was her unfortunate battle cry. She swung the guitar back around for another hit, staggering the guy to the side.
Hana’s eyes darted to Julian, his arm suddenly in a makeshift swing. He tossed something to Red, while the goon turned his attention to the large, perfect man—the realization that Red had come to her rescue had to have dawned on the robber. He shot a look to Hana as he went for Red. She dispersed the guitar and threw a barrier up between his fist and her teammate. "Red!"That had been his plan, though, using her preoccupation against her.
The next thing she knew, he shoulder-checked her hard into the wall. This time she didn’t have time to react to throw a shield up. Instead, she took the hit square to the gut. Even with the energy suit, she could feel the pain lance through her abdomen. A rib was definitely broken. “Is that all you got? My grandmother could hit harder—and she’s fucking dead.”
Her back snapped against the wall of the vault. Fortunately, the natural energy shield that surrounded her buffered the blow, only leaving her slightly dazed. It was enough for the fuzziness of her concussion to ring back into her mind. Before another one of those muscled-up idiots had time to hit her, she threw up a shield. The fizzle-pop of green energy coalesced around her—in the shape of her late pet betta’s, T-Rex, bowl. The pixelization of the world around her along with the ringing in her ears had consumed her, but only momentarily. She was quickly straightening back up.
The rhythmic pounding on her shield and Red’s less-than-subtle wording should have made her chuckle, but instead, she was fighting her own thoughts to remain cognizant of the situation at hand. Even if a milky green betta swam by underneath her shield. It was then that Eilidh pierced through her thoughts and the beating let up.
Hana reacted immediately. Her shield dispersed, and she launched into the air—pushing herself upwards at an angle. Her ringed fist glowed in bright green energy as she went for the goon’s face. Muscle covered most of the body, but it was heavily unused around the head. All there was between the soft tissue and her fist was a lot of bone to crunch. Her punch landed, but it was like hitting a car. She grunted, realizing she needed to put a lot more force behind this before the musclebound idiot had time to claw his way out of Eilidh’s mental blockage. So, Hana pulled her arm back, green light pulsing from her ring and making a sort of minty strobe light that filled the vault. In her hand formed an energy-construct guitar, the etchings of flames on the side capable of being seen even through the brightness. She let out a scream as it swelled in size, becoming monstrous in her hand—if it hadn’t been sprouted from her own mind it might have been unwieldy in her hand.
The ring buzzed out [POWER SWIFTLY DECREASING. RING AT 70% BATTERY.] Hana ignored it and crashed the guitar into the thug’s head. The meaty crunch almost as loud as her scream. “Eat my dick!” was her unfortunate battle cry. She swung the guitar back around for another hit, staggering the guy to the side.
Hana’s eyes darted to Julian, his arm suddenly in a makeshift swing. He tossed something to Red, while the goon turned his attention to the large, perfect man—the realization that Red had come to her rescue had to have dawned on the robber. He shot a look to Hana as he went for Red. She dispersed the guitar and threw a barrier up between his fist and her teammate. "Red!"That had been his plan, though, using her preoccupation against her.
The next thing she knew, he shoulder-checked her hard into the wall. This time she didn’t have time to react to throw a shield up. Instead, she took the hit square to the gut. Even with the energy suit, she could feel the pain lance through her abdomen. A rib was definitely broken. “Is that all you got? My grandmother could hit harder—and she’s fucking dead.”
Migi clapped her hands on her hips as the one called Raddek stated that he was aware of where they were and where they needed to go. She wasn’t entirely convinced of this party’s usefulness, but at least the one man was offering up something useful beyond a stick.
She opened her mouth to say something when the footfalls caught her attention. She took a few steps back and went to slide behind the many other taller people in the group. Look, she wasn’t the sort to use her height in cowardice—but she enjoyed living, and this newly found freedom was just beginning. Let her get at least a day to decide whether or not it was worth living. The struggle that followed made Migi pause and consider the ones around her. None of them had skirted off into the woods to assault or be assaulted. No, this was a new set of people, or creatures, in their midst. Raddek swung into action after that, almost animalistic in nature. Migi raised a brow at that but cautiously followed him anyway. She’d advocated heavily for the woods, and despite this new development she still preferred it.
The dwarf inspected the blood smear with the intensity of a dog inspecting another dog’s shit. His pointed words caused her to roll her eyes. “Aye, yes, well if it was another burrahob, it’ll be chewin’ for a while. We come in two varieties, muscly or fat. Either innint much of a good mouthfeel—as the fancy ones say.” She shot another look to Reyvadin. “But if it was a dwarf, well, we have all the time in the world with that gristle.”
Lorcan—the stupidly tall one—also fashioned himself a staff. Maybe he was going to use it as a branch to his tree-like height. He could blend in with the forest if he so wished. All these tall folk seemed content to hem and haw at the edge of the road, letting the dwarf be the only one to dip his fingers into the pudding, as they say. Migi scowled.
“Look, I ain’t one to eat my words much like whatever that was ate that person. So, trail in the woods to the ominous fire feels like the best course of action. Better than stayin’ on the road, or bein’ lost in unfamiliar woods with whatever carnivorous, small-folk eatin’ monster is around.” Migi pushed past Raddek and Faeril. “Look, I can stay a bit a head of the rest of you lot and let you know what’s up ahead. Keep low to the ground, and if you make short jokes about that I’ll rip off the lot of you’s balls. I can reach.” She ran a hand through her thick tallow-hued hair, her bangs hiding her eyes like they usually did—even in this sticky weather. “Keep an eye and ear out, and if things get dicey… well, I have my way around those situations. Sound good?”
Migi didn’t wait for their affirmation as she walked into the woods. Showing them her back was the easiest way to get it stabbed. She knew that. But she also knew they needed to make progress while it was still light out, and they had the jump on whatever was here. Their arrival hadn’t entirely been silent.
She opened her mouth to say something when the footfalls caught her attention. She took a few steps back and went to slide behind the many other taller people in the group. Look, she wasn’t the sort to use her height in cowardice—but she enjoyed living, and this newly found freedom was just beginning. Let her get at least a day to decide whether or not it was worth living. The struggle that followed made Migi pause and consider the ones around her. None of them had skirted off into the woods to assault or be assaulted. No, this was a new set of people, or creatures, in their midst. Raddek swung into action after that, almost animalistic in nature. Migi raised a brow at that but cautiously followed him anyway. She’d advocated heavily for the woods, and despite this new development she still preferred it.
The dwarf inspected the blood smear with the intensity of a dog inspecting another dog’s shit. His pointed words caused her to roll her eyes. “Aye, yes, well if it was another burrahob, it’ll be chewin’ for a while. We come in two varieties, muscly or fat. Either innint much of a good mouthfeel—as the fancy ones say.” She shot another look to Reyvadin. “But if it was a dwarf, well, we have all the time in the world with that gristle.”
Lorcan—the stupidly tall one—also fashioned himself a staff. Maybe he was going to use it as a branch to his tree-like height. He could blend in with the forest if he so wished. All these tall folk seemed content to hem and haw at the edge of the road, letting the dwarf be the only one to dip his fingers into the pudding, as they say. Migi scowled.
“Look, I ain’t one to eat my words much like whatever that was ate that person. So, trail in the woods to the ominous fire feels like the best course of action. Better than stayin’ on the road, or bein’ lost in unfamiliar woods with whatever carnivorous, small-folk eatin’ monster is around.” Migi pushed past Raddek and Faeril. “Look, I can stay a bit a head of the rest of you lot and let you know what’s up ahead. Keep low to the ground, and if you make short jokes about that I’ll rip off the lot of you’s balls. I can reach.” She ran a hand through her thick tallow-hued hair, her bangs hiding her eyes like they usually did—even in this sticky weather. “Keep an eye and ear out, and if things get dicey… well, I have my way around those situations. Sound good?”
Migi didn’t wait for their affirmation as she walked into the woods. Showing them her back was the easiest way to get it stabbed. She knew that. But she also knew they needed to make progress while it was still light out, and they had the jump on whatever was here. Their arrival hadn’t entirely been silent.
The First Era, The Divine Age, started and ended with the Second Blight. An entire generation of people lived and died through it, not knowing what life without darkspawn was like. It had started in the Anderfels and spread across Thedas like fire. It ended in the year of 1:95 at Starkhaven as a mostly human force led by the Grey Wardens struck the final blow.
Divine Hortrensia I named the Second Era the Glory Age, predicting a grand rebirth of the world after the devastation of the Blight. Yet, the rebirth of Thedas would be the upheaval of the social and political norms, and a life of hardships more dramatic than the Blight. In the years to come, Orlais and the Dales would come to war. Divine Renata I called for a Holy War, leading to the Exalted March of the Dales. Orlais claimed the land, and the elvish people either escaped to alienages or took to nomadic traditions. In Ferelden, Teryrn Caedmon declared himself king which incited a civil war. At his death, fighting for power over the region began. This period in Ferelden would be called the War of Crowns. Further North, Starkhaven's King Fyruss would try to take over all of the Free Marches under the Tevinter banner. It was called the Time of Rebuilding, but it was hard to say would what was truly being forged in the ashes left by the darkspawn.
This all happened within the thirty-five years after the end of the Second Blight. There were now inhabitants of Thedas growing into adulthood without the fear or knowledge of the Blight. Yet, that didn't stop the Grey Wardens from remaining vigilant. Old God Zazikel wouldn't be the last Archdemon, and they were sure of it. Still a branch of the Chantry, they were given stipends and notoriety in most towns. They'd not fallen out of favor, yet. So, they took to Thedas to deal with roving bands of darkspawn along with other moral adversaries the Chantry might have. They became hunters of the wicked and the profane.
Our story begins in 2:30, a newly formed squadron of Grey Wardens are sent from the Fortress Weisshaupt to deal with what is believed to be a new emergence of the Blight. There's a town in the Free Marches that went silent seemingly overnight. Those that investigated have not returned. No one dares to get close for fear that they'll be next. But those that remember the Second Blight and the darkspawn, swear they can hear them on the other side of the town's border. Your group has been tasked with eradicating this threat and saving anyone that might be alive within the confines of the town. You've been gifted a templar from the Free Marches Circle to help. Yet, all the strange and scary aside, the land is in the midst of political upheaval. There may be enemies in more forms than just those of darkspawn.
Are you ready to embark upon a tale where our lovely protagonists' lives and stories are lost to time? Where their blood is spilled only for their name to be removed from the Warden logs? Where their death will be a convenience to the powers that be? If so, let us begin.
Divine Hortrensia I named the Second Era the Glory Age, predicting a grand rebirth of the world after the devastation of the Blight. Yet, the rebirth of Thedas would be the upheaval of the social and political norms, and a life of hardships more dramatic than the Blight. In the years to come, Orlais and the Dales would come to war. Divine Renata I called for a Holy War, leading to the Exalted March of the Dales. Orlais claimed the land, and the elvish people either escaped to alienages or took to nomadic traditions. In Ferelden, Teryrn Caedmon declared himself king which incited a civil war. At his death, fighting for power over the region began. This period in Ferelden would be called the War of Crowns. Further North, Starkhaven's King Fyruss would try to take over all of the Free Marches under the Tevinter banner. It was called the Time of Rebuilding, but it was hard to say would what was truly being forged in the ashes left by the darkspawn.
This all happened within the thirty-five years after the end of the Second Blight. There were now inhabitants of Thedas growing into adulthood without the fear or knowledge of the Blight. Yet, that didn't stop the Grey Wardens from remaining vigilant. Old God Zazikel wouldn't be the last Archdemon, and they were sure of it. Still a branch of the Chantry, they were given stipends and notoriety in most towns. They'd not fallen out of favor, yet. So, they took to Thedas to deal with roving bands of darkspawn along with other moral adversaries the Chantry might have. They became hunters of the wicked and the profane.
Our story begins in 2:30, a newly formed squadron of Grey Wardens are sent from the Fortress Weisshaupt to deal with what is believed to be a new emergence of the Blight. There's a town in the Free Marches that went silent seemingly overnight. Those that investigated have not returned. No one dares to get close for fear that they'll be next. But those that remember the Second Blight and the darkspawn, swear they can hear them on the other side of the town's border. Your group has been tasked with eradicating this threat and saving anyone that might be alive within the confines of the town. You've been gifted a templar from the Free Marches Circle to help. Yet, all the strange and scary aside, the land is in the midst of political upheaval. There may be enemies in more forms than just those of darkspawn.
Are you ready to embark upon a tale where our lovely protagonists' lives and stories are lost to time? Where their blood is spilled only for their name to be removed from the Warden logs? Where their death will be a convenience to the powers that be? If so, let us begin.
This roleplay is set in the Dragon Age universe, but quite a few ages before the main games' timeline. This means we don't have to think about the choices that were made within the games, but instead just what the current events hold. More or less, most of the big events involving the races and most of the nations have happened, but there are a few things that remain ambiguous and unknown. The biggest change will be the lack of Par Vollen and the Qunari nation, but I will be bending the lore to allow the face to be played. Because who doesn't love those big ole, horned people?
The other big change is the Warden's standing. Basically, they're still viewed as a valiant and much-needed organization, even if they do remind people of a darker time. They're still a branch of the Chantry and griffons are still very much alive (you won't have them starting out, sorry.) So, the idea is that they are hunters of darkspawn and other abominations in Thedas. If this gives mild Witcher vibes, that's to be expected. The underlying plot will be woven in as your characters travel and tend to dangerous situations. There will be character-oriented "loyalty missions" as there are in Dragon Age, and you'll have to work with me to develop these. As the RP progresses, you'll have a base to operate out of that ties in with the main plot. Something that the Chantry has buried.
The roleplay had taken a lot from the Dragon Age TTRPG, and while it will include stats and skills--they're just there to better help flesh out your character. There won't be any rolling, and if it does happen it'll be behind the screen and by myself using what you've given me. It's just a chance to quantify your character's abilities. I haven't fully decided how that's going to translate into spells, yet. But I won't be entirely rigid on what is known and unknown.
If this all sounds good to you, put interest down below. If I get enough people, I'll put the OOC up.
The other big change is the Warden's standing. Basically, they're still viewed as a valiant and much-needed organization, even if they do remind people of a darker time. They're still a branch of the Chantry and griffons are still very much alive (you won't have them starting out, sorry.) So, the idea is that they are hunters of darkspawn and other abominations in Thedas. If this gives mild Witcher vibes, that's to be expected. The underlying plot will be woven in as your characters travel and tend to dangerous situations. There will be character-oriented "loyalty missions" as there are in Dragon Age, and you'll have to work with me to develop these. As the RP progresses, you'll have a base to operate out of that ties in with the main plot. Something that the Chantry has buried.
The roleplay had taken a lot from the Dragon Age TTRPG, and while it will include stats and skills--they're just there to better help flesh out your character. There won't be any rolling, and if it does happen it'll be behind the screen and by myself using what you've given me. It's just a chance to quantify your character's abilities. I haven't fully decided how that's going to translate into spells, yet. But I won't be entirely rigid on what is known and unknown.
If this all sounds good to you, put interest down below. If I get enough people, I'll put the OOC up.
I shall get you a post out tomorrow! I was working on something, and then the end of the week happened and I'm dealing with an injured pet and a stupid workload. But I saw some updates, so I need to update my post to ensure it fits in with the timeline of the beat-down fight that Hana's in.
No worries! I shall be getting to a post (probably) tomorrow. I was waiting a bit, considering how hard Migi ragged on Reyv, but it isn't necessary. Just wanted to make sure everyone got their eye-rolling and "wow, look at the useless, living bookend."
I may do some rolling. I haven't quite decided what I'm going to do yet. That's what happens when you make an urban/seafaring character and you're in the woods. Gotta find the nearest puddle to swim in. XD
I may do some rolling. I haven't quite decided what I'm going to do yet. That's what happens when you make an urban/seafaring character and you're in the woods. Gotta find the nearest puddle to swim in. XD
This group is going to have a bad sampling of what burrowfolk are like.
Everyone's got makeshift brass knuckles and clubs. We're just gonna mug the living crap outta first people we find aren't we?
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