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Regalia

I'm hankering for some interactions to get a better feel for Aethalos' headspace, anyone interested?

Regalia

@Teyao I demand a bromance-valry between the Regalias of Fire and Water

Death of the genre

Out of curiosity, what do you mean by genre?
To me, I'd say, it's a bit more like... the death of a platform. Not that I'm saying this platform is dead, just saying that I think that the genre is very much alive, especially with the increase of interest in TTRPGs.

Just a few scattered thoughts:

Personally, Discord RPing and Forum RPing feels very similar to me - the only difference is the ability to format posts in a more customized way using BBCode. I usually write around four to seven or more paragraphs, and this length does well in both Discord and Forums.

Writing on mobile is way more manageable on the Discord app than on the mobile version of a website.

One-liner RPers might like the speed of Discord more, as the responses feel very real-time. I can also see the appeal of OOC chat in Discord servers.

I suspect that some Discord RP communities can also feel "incestuous", if you're in more niche fandoms.

Reddit roleplaying is something I have never considered or tried, and it seems like a terrible platform to write a long, continuous story on. I am curious to know how popular this is, and why it's popular, at least based on your observations.

All that said, I'm actually here for the specific RPs I've found on this site. It feels like Discord RPing revolves more around fandom-type stuff, and in forums like here, there's a bit more opportunity for original settings and characters to flourish.

Pride and Prejudice [ rabidbacon and EweDoughNo ]

Before we proceed, are you okay with us RPing the fantastical racism of DA, or would you rather we not focus on that? @EweDoughNo

Pride and Prejudice [ rabidbacon and EweDoughNo ]

At a loss for what to do, Bertram looked about, dusted the dirt off of his pants, and started rooting around for firewood... despite the fact that he knew very little about how to start a fire. He supposed that dried things were good for fuel, and that sticks were rubbed together at some point, but in the end, all he'd gathered was a mix of twigs in varying sizes. He sat down and tried to rub and rub, to no avail. That failed, he then turned to his horse and looked out into the darkness.

"It's okay, Audra," he said, forcing some cheer into his voice. "I'll protect you. I'm Bertam Reinhardt, and you're my horse, and as long as you're by my side, you will be safe."

He gave the mare a gentle pat on the side of her neck, while his other hand now rested upon the pommel of his sword. It was long, and rather ornate in its shine - clearly that of a noble, untested and knowing little of the world's marauding ways. As if sensing the unease in her rider and erstwhile protector, the mare finally lifted her head and gave his fingers a reassuring nibble. Bertram smiled at the gesture, heedless of the peril for the moment, then returning to his woeful pile of sticks.

"Well... I have all night to try, I suppose," he whispered, rolling up his sleeves. "I'll get this lit in no time, you'll see."

It Came From the Sky

Honestly, anything. Rats could also be one, lmao.
Go wild, surprise me!

The Sweetest Con [ rabidbacon and sweetestsins ]

God, I hope I'm writing Cullen correctly... but a lot of his war table suggestions are just... "hey let's fight them" 🤣

The Sweetest Con [ rabidbacon and sweetestsins ]

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Cullen understood the distance in her words, though he failed to imagine how one could feel, operating the way she did. Even as he could no longer remember the names of every single man or woman in the Inquisitions forces, each face, each pair of eyes meant much to the Commander. He was responsible for them all, and each life lost weighed on him, even as he did his best to keep such sentiments from showing. It helped that he was curt with some, though his newfound stance towards mages still meant he was still learning patience with their lot.

"Making a martyr out of their leader isn't the best course of action," he replied, seeing her point. His eyes lingered on her face, surprised at how different she looked out here, than in his stuffy office. Hyacinth was in her element, under the cover of night, and he was utterly out of it. The man averted his gaze, choosing to park it at the statue as he cleared his mind of unnecessary information. "But complaints... they can turn into more. Much more." Cullen looked back at her, his scarred lip now setting into a thin, grim line. "I think someone is keeping stores of lyrium on hold somewhere, taking advantage of the situation to drive up the price. Profiteers of the worst kind," he said, his voice dipping into a dangerous growl. "We need to force their hand, as soon as we can."

The catastrophe of Kirkwall had branded the importance of swiftness and urgency into the Commander's very person, and he could not stand to watch idly by as a potential thorn in the Inquisition's side would metamorphose into a full-blown stake in the heart of the valiant movement to save all of Thedas.

"I know Leliana and our Ambassador's ways aren't mine... but there is a time for action. That time is now. If we cannot gather enough gold to meet the merchants' demands, then we must get our stores elsewhere."

Cullen knew that she would be able gather that he meant forcibly collecting supplies from those in alliance with the Inquisition, even as he did not say so outright. There was a war going on, and there was no place for hesitation if the very mages that voiced their discontent here could turn into an army of demons the next day.

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Alba winked at the Ambassador in a rather flirtatious manner, earning her an outraged gasp from the woman. No doubt it was played up to indicate complete disinterest on the noble's part; it was a game most Antivans and nobles of other nations were familiar with. Though the pirate was by no means a member of their hallowed flock, she could still play by the rules and break them in their faces, for she was not at all bound by such restrictions. No, the only thing she was bound by were the ropes around her wrist, and only in this unfortunate, temporary moment. That little amusement done, she then turned her full attention towards the Inquisitor, smiling as she spoke.

"My lady Inquisitor... with all respect, I was under the impression that I was to be judged for my alleged crimes at the tavern... of which I assure you, I am utterly innocent of," she said. Her words came slowly, in a sort of lazy drawl. "As I have said many times over, my friends and I were in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and with the wrong sort." Alba shook her head and gave a disapproving sigh. "Why, I even lost my hat in the skirmish that followed. A shame that the woman died. Such a beauty deserves a far better end than to spend the last moments of life face down on a sticky tavern floor. My bed would have been far softer, you see," she remarked, smirking as she did. "That was the only reason I spoke to her, and in these intentions, I was fully clear. Unfortunately, she had other expectations, namely... my aid." Alba's words now picked up speed, wary of getting interrupted at the crucial point. "As I was about to help, the good Inquisitor and her brave friends happened to grace us all with their presence. Then all Void broke loose. And now, here we all are."

She shrugged and tilted her head, glancing at everyone, as if the story made perfect sense. It was the truth, after all.

"As for the... other allegations, well. A ship does not just appear out of thin air," said the pirate, scoffing as she did. "What I do is not so different from what the fishermen do, after all. We sail the seas in search of a catch, and sometimes, well... what a catch it is!" A low laugh rumbled through her as she explained. "But you have my word that we have never chanced upon any of your fleet. I heard you had none, actually, and it continues to surprise me. How can you save all of Thedas, if you cannot traverse the great seas?"

Her eyes widened with an abrupt awe as she spoke of the waters, enchanted by the mere thought of it. One would think Alba had spoken of a lover, the way she stared vacantly for a moment, before returning her focus to the trial for her life.

"If I am in any position to bargain, I ask that you spare my crew," she said. "They make for terrible cellmates. I should know; I've spent months with them all cooped up in a ship, and they have such ugly, dreadful voices. Not one can carry a decent tune!"

It Came From the Sky

I did imagine them to be long-time friends at this point, so feel free to think up a fun nickname for my guy! :D

It Came From the Sky

Sometimes, he'd been envious of Evalynn -growing up on his own wasn't very fun, and it pushed him to make more friends with animals than with people- but today wasn't one of those days. Her brothers were dreadful; if he were their brother, he would have left home ages ago. Then, he realized that Evalynn probably didn't have that choice. Girls who did that ended up rather poorly, at least that was what the village gossips and his mother said. He wondered how many rats he'd have to kill, if he had to help her hide away somewhere. The thought fluttered away soon enough, as the bobbing of the cart and the sound of Merlin's hooves against the dirt called him back to the present.

"Oh, when I just stand around, he gets a little more gentle on account of being bored," he laughed back, striving to find humor in his father's little rages. It was easier with her, and at least, it made her smile. "We should get our fathers in a match. Then they'll be too battered to give us trouble, isn't that right?"

The hours passed quickly, whenever they spoke, and it was always a delight to hear what she had to say. For the most part, Eldwic listened more than he spoke, but he didn't mind. There was something about the way Evalynn gave voice to her thoughts that reminded him of the deer or the foxes he watched. She always told the truth, or at least, Eldwic chose to believe she did.

He leapt off the wagon and put Larder in his large pouch, which was now free of the rats. Then, he proceeded to lead the way to the tavern... before slowing his pace and letting her lead instead. Eldwic didn't like how people stared to watch, when one opened the door to enter.

"He should be. My father's staying in because he hates the bard's songs," he replied, snorting in amusement as he spoke. "Says they're too sad. I don't know. I think those are the best kind. Aren't they, Evy?"