Rydude17

Raiders and Ruins

Grand. I'm working on a Gnome mechanic atm. His name is Zimble and he likes clothes with a lot of pockets, mainly to store tools and the occasional Molotov.

Raiders and Ruins

@ItMeGritty

@In Crypt Dead

You guys still interested in this?

Raiders and Ruins

So, probably a good place to start would be to outline what kind of fantasy races there are within our setting. Obvious ones include:

Humans
Orcs
Elves
Dwarves
Goblins
Halflings/Hobbits

Additional ones I’m gonna add right off the bat:

Gnomes (skinny, diminutive tinkerers with a knack for illusion magic and mechanical invention. Cheerful, live about 300 years and still worry about not having enough time to fit everything they want to do)

Dragonborn (Tall draconic humanoids, with dragonlike faces and scales, clawed 4-fingered hands and feet and the ability to breathe fire or some other elemental breath weapon. Rare as dragons themselves.)

Tieflings (basically humans but with devil-like traits such as horns and tails and sometimes cloven hooves. Tieflings are usually caused by ancestors who made deals with devils and demons a long, long time ago.)

Some form of beast-folk, maybe? (This one I’m less concrete on and would like to hear your thoughts regarding, but the idea of anthropomorphic animals is hardly unusual in fantasy settings, could be fun. Lizardfolk are pretty cool in my book.)

Atypicals Anonymous

Kyle is probably straight, but I haven't honestly decided yet. Whatever happens happens.

Raiders and Ruins

Got the first post up, feel free to give it a look and let me know if it's alright

Raiders and Ruins

Raiders and Ruins

In a world of orcs and elves, dragons and magic, you've got to evolve past the medieval period at some point. And for our world, we did just that. All the way up to the creation of the Atomic Bomb, at which point we bombed ourselves back to the stone age. (Metaphorically). Now mutants roam irradiated cities and bands of raiders, cultists and other psychopaths roam the wasteland in packs. The only settlements that survive for long are ones who can defend themselves from such threats, but most people are out wandering along the roads.

In this rp, we will be playing as a group of survivors, struggling to get by in a world of chaos, raiders, radiation, mutants, monsters and magic. It's basically a combination of whatever fantasy tropes you enjoy and whatever post-apocalyptic tropes you enjoy. We can work together to decide what exactly our setting is like, the names of various settlements and details about the pre-war world, as GM I'll have final say over whether or not something can fit in to the world we've built so far, but I'm pretty happy for anything at this point.

OOC will be used to discuss details about the world and about various plot points, I can make a discord or we can just use pm on here to discuss plot points and character interactions if people want, you guys let me know.

Character Sheet

Character sheet

Name:
Race:
Age:
Appearance:
Skills and abilities:
Weapons:
Other Equipment:
Background:
Other stuff:

Character Creation rules:

• Players are limited to 2 characters max
• If you're playing a race that isn't common knowledge and hasn't been established already, post a brief description of what they're like.
• Obvious stuff like no OP characters and the sort applies, as always.

Magic Rules:

• It does rule
• It's also very easy to make overpowered, so I'm going to have to limit what wizards and the like are able to do with magic
• To perform magic you need a staff or wand, if you try to do magic without one you'll blow your hand off
• Magic cannot be used to create food or water, or get rid of radiation
• Transmutation, transfiguration, alteration, alchemy, whatever you want to call it, it's not to be abused. You can transform things into other things but it's not easy and will take a lot of time and energy to get right.
• Conjuration magic, similarly, is very dangerous and requires a lot of time to do. If you wanna summon a demon or other magical being, you need a summoning circle and risk the summoned creature getting loose if the circle isn't handled properly.
• Damaging spells like fireballs and lightning bolts are there, but you're not gonna be able to take out a whole gang of raiders with one spell. That would require a tremendous level of power.
• Basically, any spell that is powerful enough to potentially be OP is gonna either require a lot of time and resources or is gonna be straight-up impossible. You can still do lots of little things with magic (making illusions, shooting individual enemies, making things fly, etc) but I don't want it to become a game that's just how much can spellcasters outdo each other.

Raiders and Ruins

Alright, looks like we've got a decent number of takers. I'll throw together an rp thread and we can start planning out setting/character stuff!

Raiders and Ruins

@In Crypt Dead oh for sure we can take inspiration from other settings. I only based these concept scenarios on D&D because that’s the fantasy I’m most used to. But this is a unique setting, so it can include all sorts. Fairies? Done. Ogres? Why not? Hobbits? There has to be hobbits. (Though I might refer to them as Halflings because D&D has conditioned me not to infringe on copyright)

Raiders and Ruins

@Hour ErrorFeel free! I was basically just combining things from D&D with things from various post-apocalyptic media. I haven’t called dibs on any character concepts it’s free reign out here.

Atypicals Anonymous

A Day of Anticipation

Kyle thought he'd be used to bedrest by now, he'd barely left his apartment in the last 3 weeks, in part because his doctor told him not to and also because he wanted to limit his exposure to speeding cars or strangers his mind might trip and fall into. But today was the day, he'd have to start returning to normalcy sooner or later, and what better way to start than by going to a fake Alcoholics meeting which is actually for people who can do "atypical" things like possess a stranger's body. Okay, so normalcy was the wrong word, but he'd need to start becoming active in the world somehow, he couldn't just sit on his couch watching reruns of Community and waiting for someone to come visit. No, today he was gonna call a cab, get to Central Park and then walk to this weird meeting at the community center. It was final.

Now that he had decided that, he just had to wait 6 hours before it was time to go.....

Not Long Enough Later

Kyle was so, so, so, so very bored.

Why did time have to move so slowly? There was still an hour to go before it would even be remotely acceptable to leave! And that's if he wanted to be an eager beaver and turn up to this super-sketchy event nice and early. Which, to be honest, he kinda did want to, but only because of how bored he was. He had drawn the view from outside his bedroom window so many times he could make a whole art show and just title it "What happens when you're stuck inside for a month". That wasn't actually the worst idea. The modern art crowd would go wild for it, probably. But he wasn't exactly in the ideal financial situation to try and rent out an exhibition space. Nor did anyone actually explain how you go about setting up an art show, during his years at Empire State College's Creative Arts department. He assumed it was expensive.

Almost begrudgingly, Kyle flipped open his sketchbook to a blank page and started to draw something new. A picture of a guy in a superhero costume, being hit by a taxi which crumpled instantly. The superhero looked kinda dumb, to be honest, and Kyle didn't feel great about the shading, but it was at least enough to put a small smile on his face.

Finally

Time had come, Kyle rung up a taxi service (no, not the same one that had shattered his pelvis and a dozen other bones and put him in a coma. A different, hopefully slower, taxi service). He left and locked up his apartment, leaving a sticky note on the door which said "Doc said to start stretching my legs, out for a bit - Kyle". He doubted it would be necessary, but he didn't want Mrs Zhang to worry if she did come by for a visit and nobody answered the door. Feeling satisfied, he walked down the single flight of stairs (again, slowly) and made it to his building's front door. He swung open the door with the confidence of a man who hadn't been hit by a car recently, and took a step out the door.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooope. Nope. Nope. No, no, no, noooooope. Too cold. He'd wait for the taxi inside.

A few minutes passed, which he spent looking at his phone and at one point pretending his cane was a rapier. He knew it was dorky, but boredom stops you from caring so much. Eventually, the cab arrived, and he rushed as quickly as he would dare from the building to the warm interior of the cab. His driver was a friendly middle-aged man, who told Kyle his name but Kyle forgot it almost immediately and spent the entire journey referring to him as "Dude" or "Man", whilst feeling intensely guilty and self-conscious about the fact he couldn't remember what the guy said his name was. He was almost relieved when the ride was over, and he could step out into the frigid air again. Almost. Awkwardness was mildly better than this biting chill. Regardless, he limped his way through the park towards the community center, and was finally inside.

His leg was killing him, even worse than his back, but he managed to put on an (admittedly fake) smile as he entered the room with the meeting. "Is this the A.A. meeting? I'm new." He said, sheepishly. The room was 3 women, one of which was showing way too much skin for this weather, she honestly made him feel very under-dressed, with his sweatpants and knitted Hanukkah sweater that his mom made him one year. It was a nice sweater, bright blue with white Stars of David all along it, and a menorah in the middle, he was very impressed when she gave it to him. Still felt like he was probably the worst-looking person here, so far. Great start.

He grabbed himself a doughnut from the table, and a glass of soy milk, which he almost spilled because he was holding them both in one hand, and hobbled over to a seat, the closest one to him. This put him a few seats away from the two girls who were already here, but reduced the odds of him pouring an entire glass of milk on them dramatically, which he was fine with. Sitting his cane down by his side, and trying to find a seating position which didn't hurt his back, he prepared himself for whatever it was that would come next.