@ThisIsFine nah, the short version is she was a hero who approved of murdering criminals and could manipulate the density of her body.
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It was probably mine. I lost the password to my old account lol
I'd be surprised if it was you since it was a very different character aside from the name, but this RP happened six years ago so it is possible!
I'm not sure if I'll join this, but I saw your IC and do like superhero RPs so I'll keep an eye on this. Also it's funny that you named your guy Wraith @ThisIsFine as that was another player's character name in a hero RP I was involved in a few years ago.
In either case, I hope this RP goes well!
In either case, I hope this RP goes well!
I had this RP idea and thought I'd post it to see if there was any interest. The concept is below!
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You are a passenger on a large ship headed to the New World! Maybe you're a sailor who wants to see the world, or maybe you're a farmer who hopes to make a better life for their family in this new place. You could even be a nobleman who was appointed to a high-level position. In any case, the weather is sunny, the skies are clear, and it looks like you are going to arrive without any problems. Suddenly, the boat encounters the worst storm any of the crew has ever seen! Despite everyone's best efforts, the weather overtakes the boat and everything goes black.
The next thing you know, you wake up on an unfamiliar shoreline. In a panic, you look around and see a few people from the ship, but not nearly as many as were there originally. Now you must work with these survivors to try and stay alive on this island.
Can you survive on the deserted island?
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Basically, this is a medieval fantasy deserted island roleplay. Everyone will play as someone who survived the storm and they must work together if they don't want to die there. I thought a medieval fantasy setting would give lots of room for creativity and worldbuilding. I don't have a super detailed world in mind here, so this will give everyone a chance to contribute to the setting via their biographies, character skill sets, and so on.
That being said, this isn't an adventure where everyone is a level 100 wizard who can summon dragons to make their breakfast. It is very boring if the characters can just overpower any scenario they face. So while an almighty sage is out of the question, a beginner magician who was accepted to the best school of magic in the New World could be interesting! Likewise, a knight who has won tons of battles would be boring, but a local city guard who accepted a new job in the New World could work, depending on the details. Or maybe your character doesn't have any combat skills at all; a carpenter who went to the New World for a special project has valuable skills they could contribute.
So that's the concept I have in mind. If there are enough people interested, I'd be glad to make a CS and an OOC thread. I look forward to writing with you!
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You are a passenger on a large ship headed to the New World! Maybe you're a sailor who wants to see the world, or maybe you're a farmer who hopes to make a better life for their family in this new place. You could even be a nobleman who was appointed to a high-level position. In any case, the weather is sunny, the skies are clear, and it looks like you are going to arrive without any problems. Suddenly, the boat encounters the worst storm any of the crew has ever seen! Despite everyone's best efforts, the weather overtakes the boat and everything goes black.
The next thing you know, you wake up on an unfamiliar shoreline. In a panic, you look around and see a few people from the ship, but not nearly as many as were there originally. Now you must work with these survivors to try and stay alive on this island.
Can you survive on the deserted island?
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Basically, this is a medieval fantasy deserted island roleplay. Everyone will play as someone who survived the storm and they must work together if they don't want to die there. I thought a medieval fantasy setting would give lots of room for creativity and worldbuilding. I don't have a super detailed world in mind here, so this will give everyone a chance to contribute to the setting via their biographies, character skill sets, and so on.
That being said, this isn't an adventure where everyone is a level 100 wizard who can summon dragons to make their breakfast. It is very boring if the characters can just overpower any scenario they face. So while an almighty sage is out of the question, a beginner magician who was accepted to the best school of magic in the New World could be interesting! Likewise, a knight who has won tons of battles would be boring, but a local city guard who accepted a new job in the New World could work, depending on the details. Or maybe your character doesn't have any combat skills at all; a carpenter who went to the New World for a special project has valuable skills they could contribute.
So that's the concept I have in mind. If there are enough people interested, I'd be glad to make a CS and an OOC thread. I look forward to writing with you!
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Hi there! I’m posting this thread to advertise Mystery of the Key, a story I am writing with @fusagi and @threetoads. This is about a man who woke up on a beach with nothing but the clothes on his back and an important key. Teaming up with a mind-reading cricket, their adventure so far has involved fighting a villainous frog, dealings of an illegal nature, and more!
The way posts are done in this story is a little different than usual; instead of everyone writing a specific character as part of the GM’s world, everyone writes for all of the characters and helps build the story together. Through the combined efforts of talented writers, an engaging world, characters and plot are created. We don’t have a set post length, but consistency with the previous posts and proper spelling and grammar are very important. We also communicate on Discord to plan things as needed.
If this sounds like something that might interest you, please take a look at the story here: roleplayerguild.com/topics/187004-mys…
We have a good number of posts, but there is still room to add your own flavor and thoughts to this world. There is also a Google Doc that is updated fairly regularly with characters, locations, and so on to help with the writing.
If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Thank you and I look forward to writing with you!
The way posts are done in this story is a little different than usual; instead of everyone writing a specific character as part of the GM’s world, everyone writes for all of the characters and helps build the story together. Through the combined efforts of talented writers, an engaging world, characters and plot are created. We don’t have a set post length, but consistency with the previous posts and proper spelling and grammar are very important. We also communicate on Discord to plan things as needed.
If this sounds like something that might interest you, please take a look at the story here: roleplayerguild.com/topics/187004-mys…
We have a good number of posts, but there is still room to add your own flavor and thoughts to this world. There is also a Google Doc that is updated fairly regularly with characters, locations, and so on to help with the writing.
If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Thank you and I look forward to writing with you!
@fusagi you are next, as it seems Stuzzie has been gone for some time without saying anything.
Stuzzie - if you get back at some point, please let us know! I hope things are well with you.
Stuzzie - if you get back at some point, please let us know! I hope things are well with you.
“Yeah,” Arthur responded. In fact, they were getting louder. It was almost as if they were right next to them, the amnesiac thought.
And then the pair saw them: a huge throng of regular frogs, surrounding them and the cabin on all sides. It was as if all of the grass on the ground had turned into a different type of green, this kind being one that ribbited constantly.
However, even this phenomenon didn’t last, as the entire amphibian assembly started jumping at Arthur! Normal frogs by themselves lacked much in the way of offensive capability against a creature much larger than itself, but the man had no idea what hundreds of them could do to him.
Not that he intended to find out; the amnesiac drew his sword and started stabbing them, slaying the amphibians as quickly as possible. He even used his feet to kick some of them away, which gave Clark the idea to exit the cabin and do the same. And like Roland yesterday, the impact of his foot sent these frogs flying. They creatures didn’t look out of the ordinary at all, so neither of the two was sure why these amphibians were doing this, but at least their defense against it seemed to be working.
That is, until a much larger and more familiar frog lunged down from one of the nearby trees, slamming Arthur into the ground.
“No!” Clark exclaimed, both alarmed at the damage his friend took and in fear of the ex-convict right next to him. And the frog did not waste any time; he immediately flicked his tongue out at the cricket, grabbing him with it. Unfortunately for the criminal though, Arthur did not either; he had landed with his back to the ground, so he was easily able to use his sword to stab the frog’s right leg. This clearly wasn’t something that the enemy was expecting, as the frog screamed in pain in response. Clark took the opportunity to jump away from the creature’s tongue and onto his back.
“Get off of my friend!” the cricket commanded with tears in his eyes as he assaulted the frog with a series of kicks, holding onto the amphibian’s skin with his hands in the meantime. Clark was absolutely terrified of being eaten by this frog, but the thought of Arthur being killed scared him even more.
“Do it now!” the frog raged in response before jumping off of Arthur with Clark holding on for dear life. Both amnesiac and cricket were wondering what “it” was until the man saw a silver ball zooming right towards him. Roland - it had to be Roland.
Arthur couldn’t compact himself into a ball, but when he saw the small fat man attempting to strike him, he knew what to do; the amnesiac rolled himself out of the way, just narrowly avoiding a spiked ball of pain. Fortunately, Roland had bounced off of the ground and landed a little further away from where he was, so Arthur had time to get up and take a defensive stance while he evaluated the situation. He knew Gordon had to be close by if his associate was there, he just didn’t know where he was yet. More worrisome than that, the amnesiac didn’t know where Clark and the frog had gone either.
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“Get off of me, you stupid bug!” the frog yelled as he continued jumping, leading both of them away from the cabin back in the direction of Irris. As much as he hated to admit it, the cricket’s kicks were getting painful at this point and the amphibian knew his arms wouldn’t be able to reach either.
“No! Leave us alone!” Clark countered. He knew he couldn’t hold on forever though, as his arms were already in a great deal of pain just from holding on as long as this. He’d have to find a way to - wait, maybe he should listen to the creature trying to kill him, just this once.
The cricket knew he wasn’t much of a fighter, but jumping, he definitely knew how to do that. And landing was an important part of jumping, so he knew he could do that too. Adding another part to that process wouldn’t be too hard, then. So with as much grace as was possible in this situation, Clark let go of the frog once he was halfway to the apex of one of his jumps and kicked the amphibian’s stabbed leg with as much force as he could muster on his way to the ground. And like every other jump of his he could remember, the cricket made it to the ground perfectly.
“Son of a toad!” the frog screamed in pain. He had clearly not expected this, as his jump turned from something typical of his species to something much less skillful as he convulsed in pain. And instead of landing on his legs like he normally would, the frog landed head-first, indenting the creature’s dome in the process.
The cricket stood there in shock for a few moments. This was not what he expected to happen. Clark thought maybe the amphibian would be stunned in pain for a few moments at the most, but the creature was not moving at all. Not moving from a splayed position with his head facing the ground and bleeding. Yeah, that confirmed it - the frog had croaked. Somehow, he had won.
The cricket felt awful, both because of what had happened and because of the fact that Arthur was probably still in danger. Despite his exhaustion, Clark began jumping back towards his friend as quickly as he could, hoping he wasn’t in too much trouble.
And then the pair saw them: a huge throng of regular frogs, surrounding them and the cabin on all sides. It was as if all of the grass on the ground had turned into a different type of green, this kind being one that ribbited constantly.
However, even this phenomenon didn’t last, as the entire amphibian assembly started jumping at Arthur! Normal frogs by themselves lacked much in the way of offensive capability against a creature much larger than itself, but the man had no idea what hundreds of them could do to him.
Not that he intended to find out; the amnesiac drew his sword and started stabbing them, slaying the amphibians as quickly as possible. He even used his feet to kick some of them away, which gave Clark the idea to exit the cabin and do the same. And like Roland yesterday, the impact of his foot sent these frogs flying. They creatures didn’t look out of the ordinary at all, so neither of the two was sure why these amphibians were doing this, but at least their defense against it seemed to be working.
That is, until a much larger and more familiar frog lunged down from one of the nearby trees, slamming Arthur into the ground.
“No!” Clark exclaimed, both alarmed at the damage his friend took and in fear of the ex-convict right next to him. And the frog did not waste any time; he immediately flicked his tongue out at the cricket, grabbing him with it. Unfortunately for the criminal though, Arthur did not either; he had landed with his back to the ground, so he was easily able to use his sword to stab the frog’s right leg. This clearly wasn’t something that the enemy was expecting, as the frog screamed in pain in response. Clark took the opportunity to jump away from the creature’s tongue and onto his back.
“Get off of my friend!” the cricket commanded with tears in his eyes as he assaulted the frog with a series of kicks, holding onto the amphibian’s skin with his hands in the meantime. Clark was absolutely terrified of being eaten by this frog, but the thought of Arthur being killed scared him even more.
“Do it now!” the frog raged in response before jumping off of Arthur with Clark holding on for dear life. Both amnesiac and cricket were wondering what “it” was until the man saw a silver ball zooming right towards him. Roland - it had to be Roland.
Arthur couldn’t compact himself into a ball, but when he saw the small fat man attempting to strike him, he knew what to do; the amnesiac rolled himself out of the way, just narrowly avoiding a spiked ball of pain. Fortunately, Roland had bounced off of the ground and landed a little further away from where he was, so Arthur had time to get up and take a defensive stance while he evaluated the situation. He knew Gordon had to be close by if his associate was there, he just didn’t know where he was yet. More worrisome than that, the amnesiac didn’t know where Clark and the frog had gone either.
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“Get off of me, you stupid bug!” the frog yelled as he continued jumping, leading both of them away from the cabin back in the direction of Irris. As much as he hated to admit it, the cricket’s kicks were getting painful at this point and the amphibian knew his arms wouldn’t be able to reach either.
“No! Leave us alone!” Clark countered. He knew he couldn’t hold on forever though, as his arms were already in a great deal of pain just from holding on as long as this. He’d have to find a way to - wait, maybe he should listen to the creature trying to kill him, just this once.
The cricket knew he wasn’t much of a fighter, but jumping, he definitely knew how to do that. And landing was an important part of jumping, so he knew he could do that too. Adding another part to that process wouldn’t be too hard, then. So with as much grace as was possible in this situation, Clark let go of the frog once he was halfway to the apex of one of his jumps and kicked the amphibian’s stabbed leg with as much force as he could muster on his way to the ground. And like every other jump of his he could remember, the cricket made it to the ground perfectly.
“Son of a toad!” the frog screamed in pain. He had clearly not expected this, as his jump turned from something typical of his species to something much less skillful as he convulsed in pain. And instead of landing on his legs like he normally would, the frog landed head-first, indenting the creature’s dome in the process.
The cricket stood there in shock for a few moments. This was not what he expected to happen. Clark thought maybe the amphibian would be stunned in pain for a few moments at the most, but the creature was not moving at all. Not moving from a splayed position with his head facing the ground and bleeding. Yeah, that confirmed it - the frog had croaked. Somehow, he had won.
The cricket felt awful, both because of what had happened and because of the fact that Arthur was probably still in danger. Despite his exhaustion, Clark began jumping back towards his friend as quickly as he could, hoping he wasn’t in too much trouble.
@Clever Hans I saw your like, so I wanted to let you know that the RP is on hiatus. You can submit a CS if you'd like, but idk when or if we'll be able to resume the RP.
Unfortunately, I have to pause this RP until further notice. Details are in the Discord server. Thanks to everyone who contributed to the writing here!
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