TheWizardLizard

All Together Now (Superhero Team RP)

Awesome to see all the interest! The OOC is still chugging along, but I'll make the effort to get the CS done tonight and post it here so y'all can get started. The RP will not be first come, first serve - submissions will close on July 9th (subject to negotiation if that really won't work for y'all), and then I'll announce who will be accepted.

All Together Now (Superhero Team RP)

So... I'm interested in this.

My only question right now is what kind of posting rate are you looking for? Is it an every day/other day kind of deal or more laxed and casual? A post every 10 days, etc?

I just want to be honest with you that my posting rate can take a bit longer sometimes, I'm more in line with the one post in at least a 10 day span kind of rate, so I don't want to be that guy that slows everyone down!

This does look and sound super interesting, plus it being in the Advanced, makes me even more excited!

@Denny

Generally, I'll be hoping for roughly one post a week, though I don't have super strict rules about post length, just quality, so just a paragraph or two to respond to dialogue is fine if it's all you can do. I'm pretty relaxed about stuff in general, and I'm glad to see the interest, so I encourage you to join along for the ride!

All Together Now (Superhero Team RP)

All Together Now

"There was an idea..." - Nick Fury, The Avengers

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Something is happening. The world is changing - everybody knows it on some level, though most don't know just how weird things have gotten lately. Maybe you've seen the footage of the girl with the dragon wings carrying people out of a burning building, or watched that government press conference where the suits swore up and down that all claims of monsters on the city streets of Washington D.C. were nonsense. Maybe something else happened. The point is, the rules of nature aren't playing like they used to, and nobody knows whether that's going to be a good thing, or a very, very bad one.

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If you've made it this far, hopefully I've piqued your curiosity. I am looking for up to five players to join me in a Superhero RP concerning a world very like ours in the midst of becoming very unlike ours, as technological and supernatural forces have begun popping up out of nowhere and leveling city blocks. Players will create and play as individuals, empowered by science, magic, technology, biology, or anything else they can think of, who have recently arrived on the stage of superheroism and must band together to face off against a world-threatening evil. In terms of plot and tone, think very similarly to the MCU's first Avengers movie; a small group of heroes who have already had their origin stories and faced off against a personal villain or two banding together to form the first superhero team, changing the world they live in forever in so doing. I'd like the story to last longer than the first big final showdown of the first arc and branch off into other stories as well, in addition to delving into the personal lives of the heroes and focusing heavily on them as characters and how they get along with one another.

In terms of character creation, just about anything goes. Be a space alien, be a genius billionaire, be a wizard or a mutant or an experiment gone horribly wrong. Or one gone perfectly right! The choice is yours. Writing style is advanced and grammar is a necessity - if you're worried you might not be able to hack it but you like the idea and the story, send me a message, I'm always happy to offer advice or constructive criticism. Finally, I'd like for all the players and the characters to be deeply involved in the construction of the story and the world, so if you have any ideas, feel free to share them.

I hope, if you've made it this far, you're as excited for this adventure as I am. If you have questions, comments, interest or anything else, please leave it below!

The Harbingers (High Casual Fantasy Villain RP)

Really great posts everyone! Real sorry I've been silent for a while, I had a busy few days moving back into college, but I'll be more active in here going forward. To answer the question about whether there are any more spots, there are sadly not at this time, but I appreciate your interest!

And as for posting order, I think @TheWindel has the right of it - no worries about a real rotation, but just give some space for others to add in there stuff.

Anyway, now that I think the 'planning phase' is winding down, the next round of posts will be a sort of 'fast forward' through the week leading up to the assault - you can either talk generally about how you prepared or be specific (or, hey, you can just stay in the cottage talking strategy a bit more and we'll timeskip when we feel like we've had enough of that). If you want to go off on your own to make preparations, that's cool too, or any of you can feel free to collab if you like. I'm easy.

Stay excited y'all, we're just getting started.

The Harbingers (High Casual Fantasy Villain RP)

Trenton Baker

For a long while after the 'God of Evil' finished talking, Trenton Baker was uncharacteristically silent, mulling over what he had been told. He was acutely aware of the fact that Kil'threx seemed to respect him far less than everyone else present - 'mad dog' indeed. Baker had sworn long ago that he would never again serve anyone but himself, but... the offer was tempting. He preferred to win what was his rather than have it granted to him, but a victory over Melaron? There would almost certainly be some plunder worth taking, even aside from whatever bone Kil'threx deigned to throw him. And if any of the other 'Harbingers' wished to betray him... well, they could certainly try.

After listening for a while to the others' plans, Trenton spoke up. "Now then," the dread pirate rumbled, "Let's not lose sight of the issues here. If you in the dress think you can handle all the wizards in the Star tower, be my guest, but we still've got to deal with the sunfucks, as well as the knifey blighters from the Moon Order or whatever they fuckin' call it." A notion popped into his mind, clear and perfect and wicked, and Trenton grinned. "Now... the sunfucks, they'll be a bitch to bring down no matter how it's done, especially if they can form up. Now, maybe the angel or the demon or the dragon can take them all down, or maybe not - but if we can keep them all scattered, that would be even better, yeah? Chaos, whoever said that may not be as dumb as they look. Chaos is the way. Now..."

The pirate leaned back and kicked his boots onto the magical map the others were studying. "Me and a few of me best boys, we go in quiet-like, through the river," the pirate chuckled, referencing the huge, winding waterway that crossed through the center of the city. "We stay in there till we're good and ready, and then when you guys do... whatever it is you do, we spring out in the middle of the city. There'll be all sorts of folks out, yeah, 'cus of the festival... and, well, when one of you lot makes something dramatic happen, I suppose that a lot of them'll up and croak. Now they're mine, and we've got an army in the middle of the city, and it's only getting bigger - it goes street to street, house to house, tearin' the poor assholes apart and making more of them, till' suddenly it's like a rogue wave o' dead flesh, all sweepin' through the city. At the same time we've got the man in the dress killin' all the mages, the crazy bitch wreaking havoc among the guards, half of the bastards rushing to hold off Masky here, Bloody-boy doing whatever it is he does... I'd like to see the sunfucks get their shit together in the middle of that. They'll be easy pickings for one of you big fellas, and when that's wrapped up I can meet you at the palace to finish things."

The pirate spread his hands wide, looking around the room. "Fuck, am I smart or am I smart?"

The Harbingers (High Casual Fantasy Villain RP)

Alright everyone, sorry that took a while but, well... the games have begun.

The Harbingers (High Casual Fantasy Villain RP)

Trenton Baker

The pirate captain did not rise from his seat, merely eyeing each new arrival in turn, feigning the same kind of wise, knowing air that the others greeted each newcomer with. In truth, he didn't know shit about any of these people - not the dragon, not the mist-man, not the masked man or the masked... whatever.

He observed with bored interest as tempers flared amongst the motley lot - the pale mist-man had something to say to the thing in the mask, and he made his point with a fairly banal show of force. "Oooh, scary," the pirate called out at the Vampire Lord's aura filled the room with the stench and the feel of blood and fear. "That must really get all the old women and little girls wherever you're from, yeah? Bet it knocks 'em dead." Trenton guffawed loudly and put his boots up on the table. "I'm sure we're all above fancy magic tricks here, though."

For all his talk, though, it would be a lie to say Trenton didn't jerk back a bit when the locusts started pouring in, more from shock than anything. The writhing swarm slowly formed together, took the shape of a throne, a man, and Trenton relaxed. This one, at least, he knew.
"Zyrthrexas!" he shouted, a broad grin forming on his face. "Just the horrific beast I was hoping to see here. I swear I was just thinking, 'If only this was fuckin' weirder,' but now here you..."

The pirate's words were interrupted by the loudest rumbling he had ever heard.

Kil'threx, God of Evil

Slowly, tendrils of black smoke began to worm their way into the cottage from underneath the walls. The trickle turned into a flow, and then a flood, as gouts of the wispy substance poured forth and swirled through the air with a will of their own, encircling each one of the assembled company in turn. The rumbling from the floor changed in pitch and rhythm, became a steady, beating sound; laughter. But this was not the giggle of a madwoman, the chuckle of banal evil, or the mocking pitch of the conqueror. This laughter was low, and slow, and almost... grandfatherly.

"My friends," the laughing voice spoke, booming from every direction. "My family. When your father calls you, you come. You... honor me." The smoke swirled into the center of the room, forming a long column equidistant from each of the assembled company. "My sweet children, I have come home to you. Father is here, father has returned, and I aim to set right this blasted world and remake it as it always should have been. For I am Kil'threx, Father of Evil. It was my hand that seeded the edges of the world with spirits and demons, who placed the fire of war and greed in men's hearts and filled the black seas with unknowable terrors. It was under my banner that the mightiest army ever known was raised, a legion of the foul and corrupted that was toppled only narrowly, and will not be toppled again. But... I cannot yet manifest my true glory. Not unaided."

"Ten thousand years ago, my army was shattered, my power sealed away by holy magics. My might was too great for any conventional binding and so the Children of the Light locked it away in a great black statue of mine own image, and sealed it deep in a dungeon. They raised a great city atop of it to better keep me jailed... a city known as Melaron. You may know it."

"This is my charge to you - in seven day's time, the loathsomely 'good' denizens of this city will hold a festival; they know it not, but this celebration marks the ten-thousandth anniversary of my defeat. The nine of you will destroy the city, slaughter its forces, recover the statue and destroy it. Only then will I be free to manifest... and you shall be rewarded as my most trusted servants. The instruments of my vengeance. My Harbingers."

The smoke coalesced, forming into a dense orb in the center of the room. From this ball three tendrils emerged, shifting their hue between black as night and red as fire. They extended, gradually, towards the Blackscale Tyrant, the man who was no man. "Niddhogg..." the voice rumbled again. "My mighty son, the breaker of kingdoms and devourer of heroes, who has carved his kingdom from fire and mayhem. I can offer you more. All the glinting treasures of heaven and earth, the power to take and to rule and to dominate this land. Take the offer. Become my Harbinger of Dominion, and I will make you a force that none could oppose."

Then the tendrils snaked away and shifted their color again - a dark blue dotted with points of gleaming light, like the night sky, as they wrapped around He of Whisper and Shadow, the Spiritbinder. "Vortigern, oh clever child! Long have I watched you, and admired the skill and the knowledge with which you assail the spirit and dominate the will. You who has learned to call the young spirits of this world and win them to your power. What is it you desire, my son? Do you wish to unravel all the mysteries of this world, of all worlds? Do you crave power, greater power, the power to take vengeance for every slight, every wrong ever dealt you? Recognition - worship, even? I could make you a god-king, Vortigern, lord of a million loyal subjects, the object of their adoration, their praise, the vessel of the true god as his Harbinger of Magic."

Once more the tendrils shifted - becoming the color of burnt bronze, reaching towards the masked man, the Apotheosis of the Court. "Aesir, who has won the day on a thousand fields, the warrior who will never feel the sting of death. To you I offer the chance to lead the greatest army this world will ever seen - a host of villains and monsters, a single battle line miles long marching ceaselessly across the world. I would make you the general who conquered the world, whose soldiers overthrew every castle and bloodied every battlefield. My Harbinger of Conquest."

Then, slowly, haltingly, and almost shyly, the orange tendrils turned to the woman by Aesir's side, reaching forward as though they might stroke her cheek before pulling back. "Ahwaan..." the voice spoke, seeming almost heavy with emotion, "My most beautiful daughter. Who sang my praises and slaughtered my foes on a dozen battlefields, my perfect creation, my Angel of Chaos. But you are no longer my Ahwaan, are you, Iona? The Children of the Light have... taken this from you. You serve a new master now - but serve me too, Iona, the memory of my daughter. Take up your blades once more in my name and regain the glory and the power that was yours... and be my angel again. My Harbinger of Chaos.

The tendrils retreated back into the ball, and now the entire mass of smoke moved, sinuous and rope like, slithering through the air towards the Sovereign of War. "Deos Risleth, the burning beast of the battlefield. You have slain numbers beyond counting, made brave men rout in terror of your blood-soaked might. Turn your power to my cause, and fight in the greatest battles this world will ever seen, that all may bear witness to your fury and the joy of bloodshed. Do this, and when this world is mine you may build a new Yirthalx, in this world, where you may sit on a throne of a million skulls while all the finest warriors in the world spill each other's blood in your name. Become my death dealer, Deos Risleth - my Harbinger of Battle."

"And you, my brother..." Kil'threx rumbled as the smoke swirled and mingled with the swarm of locusts, passing in and out of their humanoid shape freely. "Zyrthrexas, my first friend, who walked by my side in a young world. Time has been far kinder to you than me - but still, your appetite is nowhere near sated, is it? I know what you are, Zyrthrexas - inevitable. It is into your great maw that all things will one day pass, a truth greater and deeper than any other. Aid me, brother - bend your cunning and your power to my cause, and in return I will open the very heavens to your desire. No deal will be too great, nothing beyond your reach - my Harbinger of Hunger, to whom my world shall someday pass."

The smoke coalesced once again, shimmering and rolling in an almost liquid like state as it curled towards the pirate, regarding him coolly. "Trenton Baker, the mad dog of the seas, the only man who ever heard the sweet music I taught to the things of the next world. You have mastered life and death as no other has, and I have need of your talents. Serve me, baker. Conquer the seas in my name and raise an army from the bones of my enemies, and in return you shall be granted everything you might hunger for - all that is needed to whet your every appetite. I will make you strong, unconquerable, beholden to none save me; my Harbinger of Death."

The gaze of the coiling material moved again, circling around the Grave Knight and lunging for his neck before halting. "Aborath, the bloodsoaked. Heir of the power granted to Cain, the lord of the night, the bloodsoaked king who slaughtered dozens of the light's children and lapped the blood that ran through the streets. I offer you power, prestige, but most of all a new world - where the children of Cain, your children, shall be worshipped like the gods they are from one corner of the world to the other, where not even the smallest fledgling of the blood will fear the rising sun or the torches of his cattle. In return I need only your power, and your wickedness - to destroy all who would oppose me, openly or not, and paint this blighted world red with their gore. My Harbinger of Slaughter."

Finally, the gel-like substance that floated through the air budded, splitting into a thousand lashing tendrils that stormed and raged aroung the masked thing. "Khata Nyarlith, my strangest child. You have heard the sweet whispers and the wracking cries of the things that claw at this world, and you have turned them to glorious wickedness. Serve me, child - reveal the hidden horrors to this world and you will be granted power, insight, and the chance to raze this world of walls and laws and wretched order. You will be beautiful, Harbinger of the Unknown."

Finally the substance began to dissipate, whispy tendrils flying out in every direction as the whole became more and more translucent. "Reflect on the gifts I offer, children," the voice of Kil'threx purred, "And know that it is best to serve. I am Kil'threx, the Eldest Evil, and I will reward loyalty just as soon as I will punish any wayward child. Slay the humans - turn their city to rubble and their gods to ash. Set me free, my Harbingers. Set me free."

And just like that, the cottage was silent again.

Eden Gardens - Love Where You Live

@reiko

I did it! I posted! Sorry for the delay, was busy with some stuff, but there it is, Jack finally responded to Vanessa. And I'll put Fletcher and Vanessa in his relationships in a bit, but for now I feel it's prudent to mention that Jack's feelings towards Vanessa are (essentially) very distant, private, awkward puppy love that she proooobably hasn't picked up on (as it's only slightly different from his normal setting of awkwardness).

Oh, and @Awesomoman64, I hope you don't mind that I referenced Jack having Max's controller - I imagine it could have just been a spare that wasn't working properly with the USB stuff that he asked Jack to fix. Let me know if you want me to fix that.

Eden Gardens - Love Where You Live

Interacting with @reiko, mentioning @Awesomoman64

Jack rotated on his heels as he heard the familiar voice behind him, his shoulders already raised in a defensive stance. "Um, Hi. Vanessa. Yeah, I thought today I'd work on the screws on the paintings, here in the lobby. It's, you know, with water damage and everything they sort of start to pop out, which they've been doing, which is no good for the wall, so if nobody does anything about that you can get some pretty... serious damage..."

The boy swallowed sharply and tilted his head sharply. "Are you... going to the library? Or, no, it's Saturday, you wouldn't be... where are you going, then?" Small talk was not Jack's strong suit, and especially not with the mousy little librarian in front of him. He shuffled away without waiting for a response, moving over to a Georgia O'Keefe painting of a flower (that wasn't really of a flower, Alex had explained to him a few days ago), and revving up the drill in his hands. The screw on this one was all bent and popped out of shape, so it took a little while for the drill to get purchase - Jack stopped halfway through the task to lean back into Vanessa's sight.

"Oh, uh! Vanessa! You talk to Maxwell a lot, right? Next time you see him, could you ask when I can drop his controller off? I fixed it, there was just some dust and hair and crap in the - well, you don't really care, but I don't really have his phone number and I don't know when he's in..." his admittedly lame excuse for something else he could say to her tapered off and he cocked his head again, actually waiting for a response this time, his hands still on the wall with the painting.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I'm still here! Sorry, been a bit busy getting an RP of my own running, but I can probably get a post out today/tomorrow.