The Wanderer said
Hmm... Rultaos, should we do a collab, or traditional posting for this?
If you want to do a collab, be my guest =). Just let me know how we're gonna get it done.
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Hi there I'm Rultaos, or simply Rult as some of my friends call me. I first got into RP'ing on two different sites back when I was in High School. The forums of the games Minecraft and Spiral Knights. Both had game-related RP's, as well as off-topic ones regarding fantasy and sci-fi. This was around 3-4 years ago. I wasn't really good at it back then, but I met a lot of great people and feel like I really improved since then.
For any of you who are curious, this was one of my biggest RP undertakings before I got into this site (My username also comes from this as a tribute to it!). It's not really a very well-written roleplay (or a very well-managed one for that matter). But it really meant a lot to me because of how far it went, how long it survived, and how it inspired my fellow players there. It always fills me with a sense of nostalgia whenever I glance at it in my bookmarks...
I got into RPGuild back when it was still using the old server (the one that got taken down after Mahz got behind on his pay and the providers ended their service without warning). I was pretty bummed when this happened because I was already actively participating in a number of roleplays, and I could only stay in contact with a select few guildmates on the Facebook group. Eventually, the long wait was over, and the site was given renewed life after a few bumps in the road that guildmaster Mahz faced in his attempts to resurrect this place. It was a good day for many including myself when this site slowly started getting more and more features.
2014 was my second year in college and was a very stressful time for me. Mostly concerning academics, with a few occasional problems regarding friends and fellow students alike. Because of this, I had to suddenly drop out of roleplaying for a while in order to have the time to get my real life back in order.
Now, I've returned to the site, and am hoping to get back into the groove of roleplaying and make more great friends and have even greater adventures through whatever huge universe your brilliant minds can think of! If you wanna invite me to play, or even just have a friendly chat about anything, send a message my way and I'll reply as soon as I can =)
For those of you who are wondering, my roleplay interests include: Sci-Fi, Military, sometimes Fantasy, a Fandom one if I'm familiar with the source material, heck I'd be willing to dabble in an Apocalypse setting as well. I'm also willing to try new things as well if it seems fascinating enough. So hit me up with an idea any time and I'd be happy to share my thoughts with you.
Well, I feel like I've used up enough for your time. Thanks for caring enough to read all this, and I hope you enjoy your roleplay adventures as much as I have in the past and the present ^_^
For any of you who are curious, this was one of my biggest RP undertakings before I got into this site (My username also comes from this as a tribute to it!). It's not really a very well-written roleplay (or a very well-managed one for that matter). But it really meant a lot to me because of how far it went, how long it survived, and how it inspired my fellow players there. It always fills me with a sense of nostalgia whenever I glance at it in my bookmarks...
I got into RPGuild back when it was still using the old server (the one that got taken down after Mahz got behind on his pay and the providers ended their service without warning). I was pretty bummed when this happened because I was already actively participating in a number of roleplays, and I could only stay in contact with a select few guildmates on the Facebook group. Eventually, the long wait was over, and the site was given renewed life after a few bumps in the road that guildmaster Mahz faced in his attempts to resurrect this place. It was a good day for many including myself when this site slowly started getting more and more features.
2014 was my second year in college and was a very stressful time for me. Mostly concerning academics, with a few occasional problems regarding friends and fellow students alike. Because of this, I had to suddenly drop out of roleplaying for a while in order to have the time to get my real life back in order.
Now, I've returned to the site, and am hoping to get back into the groove of roleplaying and make more great friends and have even greater adventures through whatever huge universe your brilliant minds can think of! If you wanna invite me to play, or even just have a friendly chat about anything, send a message my way and I'll reply as soon as I can =)
For those of you who are wondering, my roleplay interests include: Sci-Fi, Military, sometimes Fantasy, a Fandom one if I'm familiar with the source material, heck I'd be willing to dabble in an Apocalypse setting as well. I'm also willing to try new things as well if it seems fascinating enough. So hit me up with an idea any time and I'd be happy to share my thoughts with you.
Well, I feel like I've used up enough for your time. Thanks for caring enough to read all this, and I hope you enjoy your roleplay adventures as much as I have in the past and the present ^_^
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If you want to do a collab, be my guest =). Just let me know how we're gonna get it done.
The next couple days of training saw Varkasan even more devoted to improving himself than ever before. The close-calls before, and the lecture at the hands of Sylvestra were embarrassing enough considering they were supposed to be the best out of the Paladin ranks. Such a blunder would be terrible for their hopes and reputation. Thankfully, the more he trained with The Stinger, the more used he became to utilizing it while grasping onto a weapon like his sword. Though, while such a tactic was still inadvisable, he was capable of it if the need came.
It was then that their training was interrupted by The Grand Inquisitor himself. Varkasan had heard tales and rumors of the man's incredible power, but the single act of launching the illusory Stinger Bolt, and redirecting the real one was enough to prove his true amount of power. When the man had approached them, Varkasan stood erect and turned towards him with a salute, as all good soldiers should do for their superiors. Afterwards, they had to stop their training abruptly so that Sebastian may have a word with them in his office.
The Grand Inquisitor explained to them that they weren't going to be put into The Inquisitors. Rather, they would be going into the ranks of the Witch Hunters (minus Alicia who was to be a Templar). Varkasan could only vaguely remember reading about The Witch Hunters in the history books back when he was still in his studies. As far as they were concerned, Witch Hunters were simple legends; folk tale heroes who were there whenever some strong, malignant force had to be stopped. The fact that The Inquisitor spoke so seriously of the matter meant that these Witch Hunters were the real thing, and now they had the opportunity to become like them.
Of course, at no easy cost. The Inquisitor emphasized the danger of the trial they were to face, and it made Varkasan uneasy. He was unsure if he possessed the strength and skill needed to survive. In fact, his other allies seemed to be superior to him in many ways that he doubted if he would be able to keep up with them. Ending his lecture, The Inquisitor gave them some money with which to shop, as well as time to think over the decision to be a Witch Hunter until tomorrow. With that, Varkasan retired to his room to think about what to do.
...
Pondering over it for some time, Varkasan was constantly going back and forth between accepting and denying. Whenever he found a trait of his that spoke positively, he could think of another one that was negative. Finally, a thought came across his mind. "If I was chosen for this instead of all the others I know... Then they believe I am worthy of completing the trials. And if they believe I can do it, then there is good reason for it. I cannot let them down." He argued to himself. With his mind made up, he contemplated his next problem: What the heck to buy at the bazaar?
Looking at the gold in his hand, he counted it and wondered at just how much he would be able to afford for himself. He was in the middle of thinking about it when he realized how foolish it was to consider what to buy when he didn't even know what wares were available in the bazaar. "I'll need to have a look at it before I make my decision, of course.". He headed off outside his room and in the direction of the grand stalls of Dwarven supplies.
Nearing the bazaar, Varkasan was amazed by the sheer amount of items that he could see being sold. The marketplace had everything he had ever heard of (and some things he couldn't even recognize). The most eye-catching stalls were the ones that sold weapons of course. As the dwarves' craftsmanship of mechanisms and weapons of war were unmatched. However, Varkasan thought that perhaps what he should buy would be more suited to helping him survive whatever trials lay ahead of him. So he skipped past the weaponry and made for the stalls that sold more miscellaneous sets of goods.
He was looking over some containers and tools being showcased by the Dwarven merchant. "These containers are absolutely airtight. Nothing at all gets inside of it! Perfect for keeping food warm and dry in the harsh cold or deep water. And then these knives of endless use! Easily and swiftly replace the blade to suit whatever you need to cut or chip away at. A blade for cutting wood, a blade for flesh, a long knife for branches, a chisel for stone, nothing will stand in your way again!" The merchant boasted. Varkasan looked over the two objects, as well as a variety of other equipment there, such as easy-to-use rope harnesses, and unbreakable lamps capable of storing light energy.
He was having a hard time deciding what things to purchase when he saw a familiar sight in the corner of his vision. Conrad, his fellow candidate, had just arrived at the bazaar. Varkasan wondered if he could give him a hand. "Ah, hello there my friend!" Varkasan cried to Conrad with a gesture of his hand. "I was wondering if perhaps you could help me select what would be most useful to us in what may lie ahead?" He asked, wondering what this quiet Paladin's thoughts were on what would be the most practical things to spend their gold on.
[Varkasan has slightly improved skill with The Stinger, and currently has a full pouch of gold for shopping in The Great Bazaar]
It was then that their training was interrupted by The Grand Inquisitor himself. Varkasan had heard tales and rumors of the man's incredible power, but the single act of launching the illusory Stinger Bolt, and redirecting the real one was enough to prove his true amount of power. When the man had approached them, Varkasan stood erect and turned towards him with a salute, as all good soldiers should do for their superiors. Afterwards, they had to stop their training abruptly so that Sebastian may have a word with them in his office.
The Grand Inquisitor explained to them that they weren't going to be put into The Inquisitors. Rather, they would be going into the ranks of the Witch Hunters (minus Alicia who was to be a Templar). Varkasan could only vaguely remember reading about The Witch Hunters in the history books back when he was still in his studies. As far as they were concerned, Witch Hunters were simple legends; folk tale heroes who were there whenever some strong, malignant force had to be stopped. The fact that The Inquisitor spoke so seriously of the matter meant that these Witch Hunters were the real thing, and now they had the opportunity to become like them.
Of course, at no easy cost. The Inquisitor emphasized the danger of the trial they were to face, and it made Varkasan uneasy. He was unsure if he possessed the strength and skill needed to survive. In fact, his other allies seemed to be superior to him in many ways that he doubted if he would be able to keep up with them. Ending his lecture, The Inquisitor gave them some money with which to shop, as well as time to think over the decision to be a Witch Hunter until tomorrow. With that, Varkasan retired to his room to think about what to do.
...
Pondering over it for some time, Varkasan was constantly going back and forth between accepting and denying. Whenever he found a trait of his that spoke positively, he could think of another one that was negative. Finally, a thought came across his mind. "If I was chosen for this instead of all the others I know... Then they believe I am worthy of completing the trials. And if they believe I can do it, then there is good reason for it. I cannot let them down." He argued to himself. With his mind made up, he contemplated his next problem: What the heck to buy at the bazaar?
Looking at the gold in his hand, he counted it and wondered at just how much he would be able to afford for himself. He was in the middle of thinking about it when he realized how foolish it was to consider what to buy when he didn't even know what wares were available in the bazaar. "I'll need to have a look at it before I make my decision, of course.". He headed off outside his room and in the direction of the grand stalls of Dwarven supplies.
Nearing the bazaar, Varkasan was amazed by the sheer amount of items that he could see being sold. The marketplace had everything he had ever heard of (and some things he couldn't even recognize). The most eye-catching stalls were the ones that sold weapons of course. As the dwarves' craftsmanship of mechanisms and weapons of war were unmatched. However, Varkasan thought that perhaps what he should buy would be more suited to helping him survive whatever trials lay ahead of him. So he skipped past the weaponry and made for the stalls that sold more miscellaneous sets of goods.
He was looking over some containers and tools being showcased by the Dwarven merchant. "These containers are absolutely airtight. Nothing at all gets inside of it! Perfect for keeping food warm and dry in the harsh cold or deep water. And then these knives of endless use! Easily and swiftly replace the blade to suit whatever you need to cut or chip away at. A blade for cutting wood, a blade for flesh, a long knife for branches, a chisel for stone, nothing will stand in your way again!" The merchant boasted. Varkasan looked over the two objects, as well as a variety of other equipment there, such as easy-to-use rope harnesses, and unbreakable lamps capable of storing light energy.
He was having a hard time deciding what things to purchase when he saw a familiar sight in the corner of his vision. Conrad, his fellow candidate, had just arrived at the bazaar. Varkasan wondered if he could give him a hand. "Ah, hello there my friend!" Varkasan cried to Conrad with a gesture of his hand. "I was wondering if perhaps you could help me select what would be most useful to us in what may lie ahead?" He asked, wondering what this quiet Paladin's thoughts were on what would be the most practical things to spend their gold on.
[Varkasan has slightly improved skill with The Stinger, and currently has a full pouch of gold for shopping in The Great Bazaar]
I would've gotten a post up sooner, but there have been issues with my internet connection recently that's been messing with my plans >=I. Hopefully I'll have a post up before or by tonight
Decided to post a bit as my character without starting the mission yet. I think I'll give Voidhawk a little bit of time before we begin. If we do start without him, then it'll be a simple matter of him having his character appear as one of the NPC's once we're on the mission for easy player-insertion =)
Lionel
Fully dressed in the urban combat outfit along with his vest, the Colonel was finishing an equipment check at one of the Armory tables. One of the iconic pieces of equipment that the troops would be carrying was the multi-purpose helmet. It was a ballistic helmet, combined with an armored gas-mask (which allowed some degree of face protection), as well as goggles attached to the top of it which had both zooming and nightvision capabilities. Slinging the helmet on his belt, he began checking his weapons and ammunition. He made sure to keep 5 magazines each for his HK416 and Berretta. Aside from these two weapons, he carried along a small, high-powered revolver armed with 6 bullets. He always carried it on assignments, though he never really used it as a weapon before. It was more of a "good-luck charm" for him.
Aside from the Incendiary grenades, he also took a matchbox, and a flare gun with 3 flares. Though he'd mainly use the flare gun for signalling. Everything else he needed (from a water canteen to rappel lines) were already stored in the numerous pockets of his uniform. The amount of equipment the soldiers were to be carrying made them cumbersome, but Lionel knew they would need every last item if they were going to last long inside that Hell-hole of a city.
Once he was satisfied with his equipment, he made his way to the helicopters where a few officers and volunteer soldiers had gathered. The officer called Lionel over. "Colonel, a word with you please?" He shouted over the sound of spinning chopper blades. "What is it, sir?" Lionel asked as the man approached him. "Just wanted to make sure you weren't going to change your mind about going in there first." He said. Lionel shook his head. "I'm the field commander, so of course I'd need to be there to direct the men when we first step foot inside." He responded. "That's true. But still, it would be a serious blow if we lost the field commander so soon into the operation. We're still not entirely sure of the amount of infected at the Alpha landing-zones, so it would be best to exercise extreme caution.... Just a reminder as an old friend, Lionel." The officer finished saying.
The Colonel nodded. "Thank you, Gray. I'll take care of myself. You just make sure the people around here don't panic too easily." He said, half-jokingly. "I'll try my best. And I hope the next time I see you isn't inside a coffin." Gray replied with a small smile before heading off. With that, Lionel checked his watch, "Almost time... I'll brief the team on the situation once they're here, and then hope they'll remember it one were above Valhalla..." He thought as he stood at the occupied helipads.
Fully dressed in the urban combat outfit along with his vest, the Colonel was finishing an equipment check at one of the Armory tables. One of the iconic pieces of equipment that the troops would be carrying was the multi-purpose helmet. It was a ballistic helmet, combined with an armored gas-mask (which allowed some degree of face protection), as well as goggles attached to the top of it which had both zooming and nightvision capabilities. Slinging the helmet on his belt, he began checking his weapons and ammunition. He made sure to keep 5 magazines each for his HK416 and Berretta. Aside from these two weapons, he carried along a small, high-powered revolver armed with 6 bullets. He always carried it on assignments, though he never really used it as a weapon before. It was more of a "good-luck charm" for him.
Aside from the Incendiary grenades, he also took a matchbox, and a flare gun with 3 flares. Though he'd mainly use the flare gun for signalling. Everything else he needed (from a water canteen to rappel lines) were already stored in the numerous pockets of his uniform. The amount of equipment the soldiers were to be carrying made them cumbersome, but Lionel knew they would need every last item if they were going to last long inside that Hell-hole of a city.
Once he was satisfied with his equipment, he made his way to the helicopters where a few officers and volunteer soldiers had gathered. The officer called Lionel over. "Colonel, a word with you please?" He shouted over the sound of spinning chopper blades. "What is it, sir?" Lionel asked as the man approached him. "Just wanted to make sure you weren't going to change your mind about going in there first." He said. Lionel shook his head. "I'm the field commander, so of course I'd need to be there to direct the men when we first step foot inside." He responded. "That's true. But still, it would be a serious blow if we lost the field commander so soon into the operation. We're still not entirely sure of the amount of infected at the Alpha landing-zones, so it would be best to exercise extreme caution.... Just a reminder as an old friend, Lionel." The officer finished saying.
The Colonel nodded. "Thank you, Gray. I'll take care of myself. You just make sure the people around here don't panic too easily." He said, half-jokingly. "I'll try my best. And I hope the next time I see you isn't inside a coffin." Gray replied with a small smile before heading off. With that, Lionel checked his watch, "Almost time... I'll brief the team on the situation once they're here, and then hope they'll remember it one were above Valhalla..." He thought as he stood at the occupied helipads.
Still here. I'm just... Not feeling creative enough to write a post at the moment, sorry >_<. I'll get to it as soon as I can though.
If you feel like it, sure! I'm still considering what would be the maximum number of players to not make it too complicated 
Somehow, I always found that plot twist strange in horror movies XD
Anyways, a couple of the other RP'ers have replied. Major Ursa has no clue how to RP as a soldier and is having trouble coming up with an introductory post, and DAWNSTAR has been busy with another RP as of late. Still no word from Voidhawk though. In any case, I hope they start posting soon., so I can move their operation along as well. =/
Anyways, a couple of the other RP'ers have replied. Major Ursa has no clue how to RP as a soldier and is having trouble coming up with an introductory post, and DAWNSTAR has been busy with another RP as of late. Still no word from Voidhawk though. In any case, I hope they start posting soon., so I can move their operation along as well. =/
PM's sent. I hope they reply soon... I thought everybody was excited over the IC ._.
I know the feel Voltus... I usually take a bit of a breather after I screw up like that because I don't write very well in a bad mood XD.
By the way, where are our soldiers? I have yet to see any activity from our rescue team =o
By the way, where are our soldiers? I have yet to see any activity from our rescue team =o
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