The Narrator

The Wicked West

Fitting Music

"The Old Man said his last prayer. He did not beg for forgiveness, for he knew their would be none. The Old Man just wanted God to know that he would accept whatever punishment there was for him. The Old Man deserved it all.
On his cabinet was his gun. A trusty six-shooter. All chambers were empty. The Old Mans hands grabbed the gun and loaded a single bullet in the weapon. Blessed by a priest, made from silver and engraved with the name of his target.
The Old Man would never forget that name. The name he said three times. The name that should have made his life better. And it did, for a price that was to costly.
The Old Man cocked the gun and left the door. To the crossroad he would go.
One last time."

The West is dangerous and untamed. Are you capable of surviving it? Its darker sides? Bullets and curses?
This Rpg plays in a world were you strike deals with the devil at crossroads, get cursed by an old gypsy lady and the natives know powerful rituals. Exorcisms are real, as well as many creatures of the night.

The setting

"So boy you are new in Oregon? Let Old Jimmy tell you something. It is a shithole. Here in St.Nicholas, Oregon progress does not seem to come. Have you heard of this Railroad thing? Faster than any horse they say. We will see about that I say... Either way, why again are you in this shithole of a town? Hopefully just stopping by. Nobody but a fool stays in St.Nicholas, everybody passing through here is running from something. So stock up on ammo and water. And watch out for the Coquille, those Indian bastards like to off wanderers."

All characters will start in St.Nicholas, Oregon. Fate brought you here in some way or another. St.Nicholas has only one saloon so this is were you will meet. The year is 1828.
The Railroad is new and exiting, weapons are mostly colts and bold action rifles. The Wild West as you know it.

The Devil, Spirits, Curses and Magic

"You want to know about those things? Well... Sit back and let me tell you boy..."

Curses
"Old O'Brien had 14 children. And I said HAD. One day in a robbery in his youth he shot a young boy. Nothing special for O'Brien, in his youth he shot dozens of men. But this one boy was the son of an old gypsy lady they say. And the old lady cursed him. She went out on midnight, unarmed, walking to O'Briens camp. As he saw the old woman approaching he pulled his gun, he ordered her to stop. But the old witch did not.
She spoke: Every son and every daughter of O'Brien shall suffer and die like her son did, every one shall end under the earth before they turn 16 years old and none of them shall have children on their own, his cursed blood will end with him.
Naturally O'Brien shot the witch, but here blood on the ground was what casts the curse. And all of O'Briens children died..."

Witches, Shamans and Warlocks cast curses, they require a sacrifice of blood. The more powerful the curse, the more powerful blood is needed.

Spirits
"Ever heard of Mahpee the bear? The toughest Indian bastard I ever saw. I shot him myself two times and he still kept moving. When he reached me he grabbed me and lifted me up like I was a child. Then he looked me in the eyes and said that Grandmother Bear would not let him die. Still don't know why he left me alive that day..."

The natives of america sometimes have powerful pacts with the spirits of the land, picking animal totems and lending part of their power. Grandmother Bear will give you strength and resilience, Trickster Fox will give you cunning and Brother Wolf will make you fast and give endurance. The most powerful are said to be able to transform into their totem.

Pacts and Magic
"Lucifer, El Diablo, The Father of Lies, The Devil. His Name does not matter. I know you don't listen to old man but believe me on this: Never strike a deal with the devil. He will offer you your greatest desire.
There once was a young man named James with his sweetheart named Rose. He was once a gunslinger but had left that life behind for her. You cant even understand that love boy. He would have given everything for her. And he did. When she fell terribly ill, tuberculosis, he went to the crossroad at night and buried a bone there. When he turned around there he was, beautiful as the morningstar.
He sold the only thing he had, his own immortal soul. Rose lived. But she shunned him.
Because that are the Devils gifts, you might get powerful or you might get your revenge, but he takes something much more valuable..."

A deal with the Devil is made at the crossroads. The Devil can make a man powerful, make him the fastest gunslinger or the richest golddigger, but he will take something. If your character made a deal with the Devil he had to give something, his soul and the life of a loved one or the feeling of love. Something.

Char Sheet

Name: self-explanatory.
Appearance: a picture or a description will do. This does include age.
Biography: What has he been through?
Equipment: Knives, Weapons, a horse, a talisman?
Skills: Is he a gunslinger, a brawler, a shaman?

The Wicked West

Fitting Music

"The Old Man said his last prayer. He did not beg for forgiveness, for he knew their would be none. The Old Man just wanted God to know that he would accept whatever punishment there was for him. The Old Man deserved it all.
On his cabinet was his gun. A trusty six-shooter. All chambers were empty. The Old Mans hands grabbed the gun and loaded a single bullet in the weapon. Blessed by a priest, made from silver and engraved with the name of his target.
The Old Man would never forget that name. The name he said three times. The name that should have made his life better. And it did, for a price that was to costly.
The Old Man cocked the gun and left the door. To the crossroad he would go.
One last time."

The West is dangerous and untamed. Are you capable of surviving it? Its darker sides? Bullets and curses?
This Rpg plays in a world were you strike deals with the devil at crossroads, get cursed by an old gypsy lady and the natives know powerful rituals. Exorcisms are real, as well as many creatures of the night.

The setting

"So boy you are new in Oregon? Let Old Jimmy tell you something. It is a shithole. Here in St.Nicholas, Oregon progress does not seem to come. Have you heard of this Railroad thing? Faster than any horse they say. We will see about that I say... Either way, why again are you in this shithole of a town? Hopefully just stopping by. Nobody but a fool stays in St.Nicholas, everybody passing through here is running from something. So stock up on ammo and water. And watch out for the Coquille, those Indian bastards like to off wanderers."

All characters will start in St.Nicholas, Oregon. Fate brought you here in some way or another. St.Nicholas has only one saloon so this is were you will meet. The year is 1828.
The Railroad is new and exiting, weapons are mostly colts and bold action rifles. The Wild West as you know it.

The Devil, Spirits, Curses and Magic

"You want to know about those things? Well... Sit back and let me tell you boy..."

Curses
"Old O'Brien had 14 children. And I said HAD. One day in a robbery in his youth he shot a young boy. Nothing special for O'Brien, in his youth he shot dozens of men. But this one boy was the son of an old gypsy lady they say. And the old lady cursed him. She went out on midnight, unarmed, walking to O'Briens camp. As he saw the old woman approaching he pulled his gun, he ordered her to stop. But the old witch did not.
She spoke: Every son and every daughter of O'Brien shall suffer and die like her son did, every one shall end under the earth before they turn 16 years old and none of them shall have children on their own, his cursed blood will end with him.
Naturally O'Brien shot the witch, but here blood on the ground was what casts the curse. And all of O'Briens children died..."

Witches, Shamans and Warlocks cast curses, they require a sacrifice of blood. The more powerful the curse, the more powerful blood is needed.

Spirits
"Ever heard of Mahpee the bear? The toughest Indian bastard I ever saw. I shot him myself two times and he still kept moving. When he reached me he grabbed me and lifted me up like I was a child. Then he looked me in the eyes and said that Grandmother Bear would not let him die. Still don't know why he left me alive that day..."

The natives of america sometimes have powerful pacts with the spirits of the land, picking animal totems and lending part of their power. Grandmother Bear will give you strength and resilience, Trickster Fox will give you cunning and Brother Wolf will make you fast and give endurance. The most powerful are said to be able to transform into their totem.

Pacts and Magic
"Lucifer, El Diablo, The Father of Lies, The Devil. His Name does not matter. I know you don't listen to old man but believe me on this: Never strike a deal with the devil. He will offer you your greatest desire.
There once was a young man named James with his sweetheart named Rose. He was once a gunslinger but had left that life behind for her. You cant even understand that love boy. He would have given everything for her. And he did. When she fell terribly ill, tuberculosis, he went to the crossroad at night and buried a bone there. When he turned around there he was, beautiful as the morningstar.
He sold the only thing he had, his own immortal soul. Rose lived. But she shunned him.
Because that are the Devils gifts, you might get powerful or you might get your revenge, but he takes something much more valuable..."

A deal with the Devil is made at the crossroads. The Devil can make a man powerful, make him the fastest gunslinger or the richest golddigger, but he will take something. If your character made a deal with the Devil he had to give something, his soul and the life of a loved one or the feeling of love. Something.

Char Sheet

Name: self-explanatory.
Appearance: a picture or a description will do. This does include age.
Biography: What has he been through?
Equipment: Knives, Weapons, a horse, a talisman?
Skills: Is he a gunslinger, a brawler, a shaman?

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

@POOHEAD189 Oh you were busy!
I will read the lore and after that probably start working on my char.

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

@POOHEAD189 Very much interested.
Apart from humans and dwarfs what kind of races can we expect?

Intrigues of Venedig - A Fantasy RP (18+)

@Tyki Well it clearly is not enchanted otherwise I would have said that don't worry. It just is a really nice sword.
I also can't quite find were you said anything about the level and the power of spells perhaps I did not see it but in any other case how was I too know?

Intrigues of Venedig - A Fantasy RP (18+)

Felix von Thiel

Name: Felix Wilhelm von Thiel
Age: 26
Physical Description:
A young and quite handsome man, Felix has dark hair and brown eyes. He has a slender but trained body and short hair.
Important items:
His most prized possession is his rapier "Morgenröte", it is a slender and well crafted sword since generations in his family. He also takes the equipment of your average burglar, like climbing gear and lockpicks, with him on his missions.
Short Bio:
Felix was born into a minor venetian merchant family. They were by no stretch of the imagination poor, they owned quite a few slaves and ships, but they were unable to truly play the politics of Venedig and reach the high society.
Nonetheless Felix got a good education in combat, trading, sorcery and politics. The only problem was, that he was the seventh son of the family. He would not become the heir to the fortune, neither would he get to commandeer a ship. He would work for his brothers as an administrator, more specifically he would be tasked with the slaves. Being a rebellious young man like Felix he did it as bad as he could. However that changed when he fell in love with Eva, a beautiful redheaded young slave woman. After they spend their first night together Felix knew what he had to do. He joined the KUM. However he quickly realized that their moral grandstanding would free nobody so he and a bunch of other young radicals joined the Choir of Freedom, or Der Chor der Freiheit, a radical secret terrorist group hellbound on freeing the slaves.
While he still is a member of the KUM and now oversees the banking branch of his family, he also sets fire to buildings and assassinates famous slavery advocates and owners. All for the cause.
Starting Faction: KUM, Der Chor der Freiheit
Spell List:
Now you see me: (Mind, Spacetime) Felix plants an Illusion in the head of his victim to make him believe he is still standing right in front of him doing whatever he was doing. In reality however he has already vanished and disappeared a few feet away.
You got the wrong guy sir: (Mind) A useful little mind trick that convinces a victim that Felix just randomly stumbled into the scene and has nothing to do with it.

Exceptional Skill List:
-Exeptional Fencing
-(2x)Exeptional Stealth

Memento Mori (Urban Fantasy)

@Tatsua Aiisen is on a lore level wayyyyy above you casuals so catch up!

Memento Mori (Urban Fantasy)

Chicago, Wednesday, November the third, 4:43am

Despite popular opinion it is not always windy in Chicago. On this day it is actually incredibly quiet, while normal people would not really recognize the silence, for the supernatural inhabitants of the city it is quite different. It was not a normal silence, it was a silence before a storm. The streets were still quite empty and the sky was as black.
The small hand drawn sign for a local funeral home was bathed in the light of a bar on the other site of the street. "For our dearly missed" it read, the rest of it was to withered to be readable. But still this place was a beacon, a beacon for beings that were born of death. Psychopomps, Reapers or Revenants whatever you would call them here they were drawn to. A small group was actually destined to arrive there at any moment, they slowly walked through the door one after another, each together with their Memento Mori.
Everyone of the Revenants that just arrived walked or otherwise travelled to this place in a state of complete apathy, without eating or drinking or resting.
And now they came through that door and their minds got out of that haze, they finally arrived. They truly realized where they were. And they saw an unfamiliar face sitting right in front of them. A old white man in a black suit and tie sat on a small couch in front of several chairs.
"Hello my children, I am George. Please, take a seat. Rest a minute. You must have questions and I have answers. But first, how about you tell me something about yourselves? Now don't be afraid..."

Intrigues of Venedig - A Fantasy RP (18+)

Felix von Thiel

Name: Felix Wilhelm von Thiel
Age: 26
Physical Description:
A young and quite handsome man, Felix has dark hair and brown eyes. He has a slender but trained body and short hair.
Important items:
His most prized possession is his rapier "Morgenröte", it is a slender and well crafted sword since generations in his family. He also takes the equipment of your average burglar, like climbing gear and lockpicks, with him on his missions.
Short Bio:
Felix was born into a minor venetian merchant family. They were by no stretch of the imagination poor, they owned quite a few slaves and ships, but they were unable to truly play the politics of Venedig and reach the high society.
Nonetheless Felix got a good education in combat, trading, sorcery and politics. The only problem was, that he was the seventh son of the family. He would not become the heir to the fortune, neither would he get to commandeer a ship. He would work for his brothers as an administrator, more specifically he would be tasked with the slaves. Being a rebellious young man like Felix he did it as bad as he could. However that changed when he fell in love with Eva, a beautiful redheaded young slave woman. After they spend their first night together Felix knew what he had to do. He joined the KUM. However he quickly realized that their moral grandstanding would free nobody so he and a bunch of other young radicals joined the Choir of Freedom, or Der Chor der Freiheit, a radical secret terrorist group hellbound on freeing the slaves.
While he still is a member of the KUM and now oversees the banking branch of his family, he also sets fire to buildings and assassinates famous slavery advocates and owners. All for the cause.
Starting Faction: KUM, Der Chor der Freiheit
Spell List:
Now you see me: (Mind, Spacetime) Felix plants an Illusion in the head of his victim to make him believe he is still standing right in front of him doing whatever he was doing. In reality however he has already vanished and disappeared a few feet away.
You got the wrong guy sir: (Mind) A useful little mind trick that convinces a victim that Felix just randomly stumbled into the scene and has nothing to do with it.

Exceptional Skill List:
-Exeptional Fencing
-(2x)Exeptional Stealth

@Letter Bee

Memento Mori (Urban Fantasy)

@Utrax@Xandrya I never anticipated so many female characters
@Tatsua Aiisen Aww screw what I said earlier. You are accepted and if someone else makes a good char that blows me away he can join to. And don't worry about the edge, the last time I tried this Rp 3 people made characters based around suicide and shadow powers...

I will make the IC post probably tomorrow, just came home from a night shift.