SilverPaw

Heroes of Auric: Into the Tangle

Jumanji rules here. The players are themselves, just wearing the skin of the characters. The “blurbs” up top are basically meant to be your “intro” to a character you might see on a board game manual or such.

And I wouldn’t call Galeth the “protagonist” either. All the characters are protags in their own right. The core 4 are just playing out the stereotypes of an old school RPG

@RisingRobin

So, just to confirm, they assume the physical appearance and the skills of the character they are playing, but not really the memories? They'd basically know only the character background/info about the character that they read for their role, yeah?

Heroes of Auric: Into the Tangle

Yeah, I was going to go for the timid dude for Galeth. Because the shy guy would want to be the obvious main hero for once in his life.

I was going to use my character in Rift warriors. xD

@Crimson Flame

Oh, I meant more so the IC personality, i.e. the character or how the player plays them. Which brings up an interesting question: when the players are transferred over, do they also change personality wise? Or do they gain the memories, feelings, skills of the characters and it's up to them what to do with it? Either way, I could see the sudden new body and experiences changing them quite a lot.

Heroes of Auric: Into the Tangle

I'm k with any of the original four. My spin on the mage is a 'my genius cannot be comprehended' sorta fellow tho, rather than a timid dude.

Into the Tangle: A Fantasy RP

Working on it. Currently powering through a small fever and I’m going loopy on NyQuil…

@RisingRobin

Oof, wishing you well.

Into the Tangle: A Fantasy RP

I'm not that fussed. Either way, I'd like to see the CS and/or OOC thread for this.

Into the Tangle: A Fantasy RP

Mm, the mage guy was my last pick but I could run him if I find a FC I vibe with

Into the Tangle: A Fantasy RP

@SilverPaw I probably could have used a better tag there. It’s not literally tabletop, just that the RP is heavily inspired by old school RPG board games from the 80s and 90s. Think like Shadowlord!, Jumanji, or Cataan. The board game part is just a setup for the fantasy element later.

@RisingRobin

Makes sense. Will you play as one of the heroes or just do the gm/npcs/narrative part?

Into the Tangle: A Fantasy RP

Something simple might do the trick for me too. Are you looking for weekly posts or more freauent? What system will you use? I haven't done much tabletop tbh.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

	Attire: Party fit (one brooch only) Date and Time: FLASHBACK: Sola 25th, Early Afternoon Location: His office Mention(s): @Rodiak Lord Monet Interaction(s):

Wulfric stretched, filed the agents’ documents in a secure location, relocated to a couch, and ordered some tea. After it was brought in, and he begun to sip on it slowly, he called out, “You may join me, Jackal.”

The sliding doors leading to his reading nook opened, and a servant walked out. Well, he was disguised as a servant, but even the prince, who knew he wasn’t quite that, couldn’t discern anything that gave him away. Jackal had a light brown complexion, warm brown eyes, short trimmed black hair, an aquiline nose, and an affable demeanour. He had the remarkable skill to make only so much of an impression on a person that they noticed him as an expected part of any given environment, and promptly forget about him.

“Before we move onto your report, how were they?” Wulfric asked, curious of Jackal’s opinions on the new agents.

“Oh, that Thorne lady noticed me for sure. The others? They were degrees of suspicious,” he waved a hand in a so-so motion. “You’ve got some oddballs, Your Highness, but they’re professionals, that much I could tell. But, hmm,” the man hedged, and the prince motioned for him to go on. “If there’s really magic involved,” Jackal tapped his chin. “Might need folk trained in that, too, Prince.”

“Don’t I know it,” he sighed. With a shake of his head, he moved onto the next topic. “You have the photographs?”

Jackal smiled, crossed the room in a few steps, and carefully deposited an envelope on the coffee table. Having handed that over, he moved away, standing at attention like any other servant would have done.

Opening the envelope revealed a day’s worth of work: dozens of photographs of mundane happenings involving Lord Monet, from the moment he stepped a foot out of bed to the moment he returned to rest for the night. A few to confirm he had slept throughout the night, even.

On the 24th of Sola, Monet started his day with breakfast at the guest house. He met with the Duchess Lesdeman, and was with her for several hours – not because of anything titillating, though. Business only. Afterwards, he went out and about with an old friend, and the two dined together. Next, he had dealings at the bank, where he met with Duchess Lesdeman yet again. Parting ways with her, he wrapped up his evening with a visit at the brothels, where he remained well into the night.

Leafing through the pictures, Wulfric began constructing a picture of the man Lord Monet was. His frequent dealings with Duchess Lesdeman were unlikely to be related only to the marriage offer for Zarai. He and the Duchess must have deeper connections. The lord had no compunction about visiting the brothels, either; he hadn’t taken any precaution to hide his activity. A sleazy, unscrupulous man, he was sure, even if he had no concrete proof for the latter.

“Continue observing him. See if you can position yourself within eavesdropping distance. I want something incriminating, the worse the better. If he doesn’t show the appropriate initiative, feel free to lure him in with appropriate bait.” Jackal gave a single nod, and bowed with a sly smile. Before leaving, he left Wulfric with an irritating piece of news. Alexander Deacon had been hired by Edin as his temporary advisor. With a long sigh, Wulfric thanked the man, and dismissed him.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

	Attire: Party fit (one brooch only) Date and Time: FLASHBACK: Sola 25th, Early Afternoon Location: His office Mention(s): @princess Anastasia Interaction(s):

His next meeting started off much more normally. A tall blonde man bearing a business suit and case knocked, entered, bowed once, and greeted him with a smile. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness,” he spoke with smooth confidence.

“Welcome…Mister De Fraud,” Wulfric greeted the agent with his chosen name. “On the one hand, I appreciate the humour behind your alias, but on the other, is it not too on the nose?” he questioned mildly.

“It’s pronounced as De Froy,” the man flashed a charming grin. “But to allay Your Highness’s worry, I have plenty of names and disguises I can use when approaching any given target,” he assured.

Wulfric hummed. “Your resume is admirable. Extensive enough that I would be comfortable employing just you were this not a 24/7 job. As it is, I have hired another agent…”

The slightest whisper of wind tickled his neck. Wulfric turned in his seat, only to notice his balcony doors had been opened, and a woman stood right at his back. He blinked, muscles tensing before he forced them to relax, the only signs of his surprise. “Miss Thorne. An…intriguing way to greet your employer.”

So much for ‘normal’.

“Good day, Your Highness,” she spoke softly, and bowed in the Kimoonese fashion. She was tall for a lady, had her black hair pinned up in a bun, and wore the sort of dress he’d expect from an entertainer.

The prince gestured to a sofa. “Both of you, sit, and let us proceed to business.” When his gaze fell on the male spy after his brief talk with Miss Thorne, De Fraud appeared entirely different. His hair was brown, shaggier, and longer; a wig, surely, but he wouldn’t have guessed had he not known there had been a change. His suit had been replaced by casual attire reminiscent of a school teacher. He wore glasses, had a cheaper wristwatch, worn shoes, a pen and notebook sticking out of his coat pocket, and the suitcase had been – Wulfric assumed – hidden within a stack of papers he carried underneath one arm. His demeanour was disparate too. He was more nervous, awkward, and seemed out of place.

“Impressive, truly,” Wulfric murmured.

“Ah-hh, thank you kindly, Prince Wulfric,” he spoke with an authentic Florentin accent now when previously, he had none.

The prince chuckled. “Well, then, let us start.” Once the two were sitting down, he did so. “Miss Thorne, you specialize in assassination, but I read you have accomplished protection missions before. Can you capture your targets rather than kill?”

The woman nodded. “I can restrain myself.”

“Good. I’d prefer to have enemies questioned before they’re disposed of, if possible. Your main mission will be to follow Anastasia, see what she gets up to, and spy on any suspicious associates of her. You are also serving as additional protection for her. I will eventually hire more agents, and switch you out if I need something else taken care of. You do not mind attending to auxiliary tasks, do you?”

They both agreed that was perfectly acceptable. Wulfric went into the details of their assignment, then sent them off. De Fraud had changed into his initial guise, and Thorne had, once again, departed through the balcony.