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Shadows in the Dread City- A Cyberpunk RolePlay

working on my sheet now :).

To Devour the Seventh World: A Ponyhammer 40K Roleplay

Like I've only watched the first two seasons of MLP but if it's anything like fallout: Equestria it'll be fun as fuck.

I like scenario 4 with perhaps an astartes deathwatch pony/pegasus. I'm not sure how these types of spacemarine ponies work, are they like a half-celestial kind of deal?

To Devour the Seventh World: A Ponyhammer 40K Roleplay

I'm actually really really down....

Valar Morghulis: A Game of Thrones Roleplay

Few things to finish but mostly done :D

House Tyrell

Growing Strong

Leadership

The power structure of the Tyrells is essentially a shared power centre between Cassana and Quentin. Quentin is the traditional centre of power of the Reach and has a tremendous amount of influence there from his long tenure as warden of the south. However, as Hand Of the King and now being based in Kings-Landing Quentin’s political powerbase has moved from the Reach and Cassana has become a matriarch and political strategist from within the walls of High-Garden in classical Tyrell fashion.

Size and military strength

Family

Quentin Tyrell

Name: Quentin Tyrell
Age: 65
Titles:
Hand of the king
Lord of Highgarden
Defender of the Marches
High Marshal of the Reach
Warden of the South
Lord Paramount of the Mander
Appearance:
History:
Often referred to as the “Oak tree of the High-Garden” Quentin Tyrell lacks the foolish flowery personality, a trait many of the Tyrell men possess. Quentin Tyrell’s father, Willas Tyrell was committed to his work as warden of the south and had kept the reach in relatively the same condition his father, Mace Tyrell had been known for before him.

Quentin started his lordship quite young, Willas having only one son late in his life meant that Quentin controlled an extreme amount of unquestioned power at a young age. He used this power and the ambition of youth to build roads, improve farms, fortifying the lords and towns by selling food to people all throughout Westeros.
Quentin’s competency in management and a political marriage between himself and the King’s sister, Cassana skyrocketed Quentin to a position of power unseen by a Tyrell since during the time of Robert’s Rebellion.

Quentin was put on the small council as the master of coin at just 32 years and with careful accounting and a few tactical privateer raids, the young lord was able to pull Westeros out of a large portion of their debt with the iron bank and use the coin from the long summer and political stability amassed in the king's treasury to improve conditions in king's landing and the other major cities. After several years in the courts of the red-keep and the birth of his first daughter Mary. Quentin and his family returned to High-garden and the Tyrell’s for a while focused on their responsibilities as wardens of the south.

In this time Quentin would have his first son Leon, and the love Cassana felt for this child created a loyalty to the Tyrells that transcended the politics of the marriage itself. Through the help of Cassana Quentin would come to be known as a kind of ‘gardener of the reach’, tending to his land through a close examination of the noble houses, nurturing the effective families loyal to the Tyrells’, and ‘pruning’ the noble families that had become complacent or ambitious in their duties and position.

Through his continued service of the crown and the long summer’s continued blessing of the reach, the warden of the South became the hand of the king in 360AC after Kings Ores previous hand had died of natural causes.
A contentious choice by much of the King’s small Council at the time Ores appreciated Quentin’s tendency to nurture and maintain as opposed to the more ambitious and selfish personalities that dominated the courts of kings landing. Ores and Quentin quickly went to work trying to apply his strategy of tenderness, stability and growth that had kept the Reach so peaceful to the entirety of Westeros and in a lot of ways Westeros prospered.
Quentin’s running of a kingdom could be compared to a custodian of a large grounds, with an organised precision and an almost ceaseless stamina.

When Orys died, Quentin was tasked with helping the new king Galladon. More a boy than a king, Quentin gained even more responsibility in running the kingdom, but his hands were experienced now, and it seemed that this summer could last his entire life.

Then the king decided to go to war. Quentin begged the king not to invade Essos and join the coalition. To meet with New Valyria and broker peace so that blood would not be spilt in Westeros.

Galladon however, saw the Targaryan threat as too great. And when the king orders the hand obeys.

Cassana tyrell

Cassana Tyrell
Title:
Matriarch of High Garden
Wife of Lord Tyrell
Age: 55
Appearance:
History:
Born the a second Daughter to Joffrey and Sansa Baratheon, Cassana’s early life would be somewhat of a beautiful dream. But Cassana grew up to resent the cruelness of her father and the lies and deceit of Kings Landing. At 23 years she was married off to Quentin Tyrell to re-secure the relationship between the Tyrells and the Baratheon’s once it was realised that Quentin possessed a lot more political tenacity and strategic thinking then his soft-hearted father Willas. She was depressed at her use as a political pawn but was at least glad the period of courting was over in her life. And this was the type of attitude Cassana was known for, the manners and etiquette to suit only a princess of the Iron throne and a world view as bleak as a soldier veteran to half a dozen wars.

At this point Quentin was still the master of coin and she was still trapped in the confines of her father’s and eventually brothers court. Even the birth of her first child, Mary Tyrell would not even pull her from the melancholy she was now famous for. Like most Tyrell men, Quentin had an uncommon respect for the gentler sex. Realizing that a lot of her mood stemmed from the animosity she held towards the Baratheon’s of Kings Landing and the type of people that frequently inhabited the courts of the Red Keep, Quentin took his wife and young daughter back to Highgarden.

Like the flowers the keep is known for, Cassana blossomed beautifully there. Gaining for the first time in her life the autonomy she had desperately needed and a more genuine form of respected she had desperately craved for back in king’s landing. Happiness had finally come to the women, but her pragmatism remained. Her skills in a courtly setting allowed her to quickly gain a strong foothold in the Reach, and her relation to the Martells through the Baratheon of King’s landing made her particularly useful in handling border matters with the Dornish.

At a certain point, after she had proved herself a capable matriarch of High Garden, the gods blessed her with her first son Leon. Leon was all she could ever hope for a child and through him she became loyal to the Tyrell’s absolutely. Which would prove to be quite the necessity a decade later as Quentin, requested by the king, accepted the role of hand to King Orys Baratheon.

Cassana stayed in High Garden to watch over the Reach for her husband, who had worked so hard to ensure the people he wardened over prospered. Quentin left for King’s Landing with Mary, leaving her and his young son to rule over The Reach in his absence.

Leon Tyrell

Leon Tyrell
Title:
Heir to High-garden
Age: 20
Appearance:
History:
Born during a beautiful flower blooming within the walls High Garden. The birth of Leon Tyrell, heir to the High Marshally of the Reach was celebrated all over the South. With such a weak Baratheon bloodline at this point the blood of Garth the Gardener created a classic garden prince.
Attractive, kind, charismatic Leon became a favourite of the court by the age of 12 where he was taken as a page by Ser Alec Fossoway, a notable knight of Highgarden and the wider Reach. Leon’s time as a child was split between two powerful and at times conflicting personalities. The cunning melancholy of Cassana, which shows in tendency to manipulate through charm and vanity and the noble code of chivalry upheld by Fossooway.

As per fit a family whoms wealth is vaster than all save for a family who have literally been rumoured to shit gold, Leon’s pageship was more a tutorship in the finer arts of Westeros and other activities befitting a future Warden of the South. As a Squire he excelled in swordsmanship and could ride quite proficiently, but he lacked the subtlety to hunt well, and his lack of patience could hinder his archery to an almost laughable degree.
The philosophical ideas associated with knighthood such as humility, generosity, and compassion were undermined by the cynicism and pragmatic outlook of his mother.

Leon became a ser at 16 just a year after Loras Tyrell one of the youngest ever squires to prove his worth in the eyes of the seven. Thus with his ego further inflated Leon fashioned himself as the ‘knight of flowers’ to his people and the nobility of the Reach and beyond. Competing in the most recent King’s coronation tourney in a suit detailed with rose and vine iconography. However, after competing, and performing relatively well, the knight of flowers failed to take home any real glory for the Tyrells. This bruised Leon in a way that can be seen in the present day, he doesn’t just lust for power or fame like most Westeros nobles Leon has a desire to grow his prestige, almost obsessively…

In a decision that divided the rest of the family Leon gathered a group of knights from across The Reach to join the crusade to Essos. They dubbed themselves ‘The Order of the Garden’ and attached 2 additional ships to the expeditionary force, sails with Galladon’s Crest and 7 white flowers surrounding and a single red flower directly above the central crest sewn onto the masts of their ships.

Mary Tyrell

Mary Tyrell
Title:
Age: 28
Appearance:
History:

Valar Morghulis: A Game of Thrones Roleplay

I was reading through hoping to myself 'god I hope nobodies picked tyrell'. So Subbed

Star Wars - The Old Republic: Legacy

Working on my sheet, just have to do my reading on the Sith navy haha.

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

Just finished an IC post for Rex. Working on the Kid Joker CS and his first IC post, should have both those up in 24 hours.

FYI I'll post every 36 hours max but if you want to do dialogue pls just try and get me on PM to speed things up.

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

Zatara

January 1st, 10:02am Gotham City Hall of Justice

Zatara took another sip of coffee, eyes transfixed on the television. On it images of Bangkok, burning. It was a rebellion that called themselves the Sin Tzu, it didn’t matter- they were legion backed. He sighed, he was tired. He had celebrated the new year in his office, combing through the old intelligence reports and completing overdue paperwork, the only thing different from his regular night was the bottle of whisky he was drinking was better, some topshelf bottle he grabbed as he was leaving Shadowcrest. He looked at his pocket watch, nearly 40 hours ago, he chuckled slightly; his mum would be abhorred if she knew how much of a batman he had ended up becoming.

He knew alot of the leaguers in Gotham had taken the night off for the staff party at Wayne mansion, or was it Wayne tower. Whatever, he couldn’t really stomach those things anymore, especially when someone got drunk enough to ask him to do a magic trick or two. He looked around his office, it was mostly a generic sort of chic space-agey looking room with the exception of two-meter-long photos and half meter wide.

“Llifer.” Rex whispered, his mug slowly filling back up with coffee. Magic really didn’t feel like magic anymore, but when he looked at the photos he remembered the time when the mystical made him feel the most alive. It was a photo taken about 10 years ago, on one of his first Justice League missions. They were fighting a legion of doom force in downtown Philadephila, and in the center of the photo was Rex, or Zatara as they use to call him – usually with a prefix such as “great” or “spectacular”. He was in a tuxedo, somehow immaculate despite him being in what looked to be a warzone (a few anti-dust spells but he never use to admit it). Standing defiantly in the street, all the cars and busses hovering several feet of the ground from his magic. It almost looked like he was performing someone wonderful street illusion. In reality he was using them as a projectiles in an effort to subdue a rampaging meta-human, but a picture can paint whatever story you desire it to.

The other photo was of his mother, back in her mid twenties. She was dressed in something similar to him and striking a similar pose. She was also lifting several cars, but she was on stage. It was a sold out show in New-york just after he’d been born. Things were different then apparently.

He moved back to his desk and sat down at his terminal and began to scroll through the reports. He had just now finished with everything that need to be done by the end of the year. Mission reports, Hero reviews, league applications. Now he could move onto new business.
He opened the first intelligence report, it’s title read;
“Creon dead: Further investigations needed.”

The magician sighed and opened the report, “New year, Same shit.” Rex muttered to himself speed reading the evidence.
The Justice league intelligence gatherers didn't have a clue what type of things they needed to be looking at to figure out how Creon was able to cast such a powerful spell. It didn't matter at this point, creon was dead. Shot in cold blood, the justice league he had joined didn't exist anymore. He was a soldier not a super.
“To defeat monsters we have to become monsters.” He quoted to himself, basking in his smugness because no one was around to call him out on it really.

What interested him most were the runes Creo had used to create the magical shield and to power up his sacrifice spell, they were abrahamic in design but he couldn't translate any of the words, this was magic he hadn't seen before, and that always terrified him. Zatara scanned the list of dead from last night, no one he recogonised- except Creo.
He gathered some traffic feeds to watch Creo's final minutes. He was threatening the group of hostages, trying to move them with threats of incineration. You could tell from his body language he was panicing and his real plan had been abandoned at this point. And then with no real cue at all, Creo fall's over blood pouring from his head.
The red light turned on and he looked into the camera above his terminal. He hoped he didn’t look too dishevelled, but he knew the chances of that were slim. The top two buttons of his white shirt which was beginning to stain, were undone and there were huge bags under his eyes.

“Flamebird, Gotham got hit by Creo, Deadshot's daughter shot him the head. The war's changing and in no way for the better.” He paused, this must have been the 12th message Zatara had sent the bat-brat in the last month, no one had seen seen him since May, he was offically K.I.A and while few suspected he was actually dead, many people were starting to worry he was ever going to return back to Gotham. But Zatara needed him in Gotham, he needed someone he could trust. Someone who knew how to play these games without eradicating life so carelessly. Most of all he needed his friend.

"Although no League casualties, for once. I don't know anymore maybe those new lethal leaguers have the right idea. If superman had just killed luthor 30 years ago I'd probably be performing magic tricks in Vegas." He chuckled a bit to himself, knowing deep down that would not of been the case at all.

His focus was beginning to drift from the message, he’d need to take a nap before he did anymore work.

“Oh, and happy new years James.” he added as an afterthought ending the transmission, he knew James was unlikely to reply, but he felt it was important that he knew he was missed, knew he was needed in Gotham.
He scrolled to the next message it’s title made his stomach drop

Kid Joker: URGENT RESPONSE NEEDED
Rex sighed, doubting if he was going to get that nap in today.

Warhammer 40k: The Grand Inquisitor

Bump?

Warhammer 40k: The Grand Inquisitor

The Grand Inquisitor.

The year is M41. 110, The indomintus crusade has returned to Macragge and the great rift that tore the galaxy asunder in the time of ending is beginning to weaken. The light of hope may have returned to the Imperium of Man, but much of the galaxy is still in its grim-darkness.

The imperium must be protected from enemies external and within, and none wield the Emperor’s wraith more than the Inquisition. Agents of the Imperium whose only purpose to find and eliminate threats to Imperium; whether they be from the mutant, heretic, or alien.

But as the unspeakable, unwavering horrors of the material and immaterial strengthen, so to must the weapons we use to repel them.

One of the last loyal living primarchs, Roboute Guilliman understood this and gifted the Adeptus Astartes with the Primaris legions and launched a grand crusade to reunite the stars. To hold these planets together, however he would need to strengthen those who watch the watchmen.

4 inquisitors were picked by Guilliman himself, men he saw had souls of purity and minds of actions He appointed them as the Segmentum Inquisitoris or The Grand inquisitors. Inquisitors trusted with the authority and resources to organise, assist and in some cases investigate the many Inquisitors of the Ultima Segmentum

Guilliman believed that if he could properly organize and equip the inquisition while limiting their ability to turn traitorous through accountability he could secure the thousands of planets recaptured in his crusade.

Given charge of the Ultima Segmentum Alexi Karamov is the least experienced of all the grand inquisitors but has had one of the most successful careers as an inquisitor since the days of Eisenhorn. Expert tactian, adept psyker and shrewd political agent, Inquisitor Karamov was known for his rationality- interested in strengthening the Imperium more than just punishing the wicked Karamov used his inquistiorial rossette as often as he could to replace a corrupt planetary governor or an ineffective Astra Militarum commander.

Grand Inquisitor Karamov, establisig a base of operations aboard the massive orbital space station “Malcador’s lantern”, above a long dead planet, in a long-forgotten system. Everyday ships depart the lantern travelling to destination all over the galaxy to secure agents, weapons, tech and everything else needed to bring the galaxy back into order.

So I’m interested in doing a 40k rp, but these grand and epic sci-fi RPs can be a bit hard to control. I think, however, I’ve come up with an elegant solution.

The players will be assigned by the grand inquisitor to an inquisitor’s retinue in some area of the segmentum. The inqusistor (played by myself) will act more as a story point (and more importantly accelerator/brake when needed.) than a player character themselves.
If we get enough players there’s a possibility of multiple Inquisitors and their retinues simultaneously going on missions at once.