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@Asura When I ask people to fill out the personality section of a character sheet, I try to make it more about their interests and desires then how they behave in a situation. I think it's one of the more misunderstood aspects of the character sheet, so much so that even some GMs don't know why they're asking for this information.

Oh, I know why I ask for it. Typically this is needed more often in the casual section than the advanced section, but I ask for it as a section because I want to have confidence that a potential writer knows how to create a consistent and sensible personality. It isn’t me asking for a player to write out all of the character’s ticks, desires, aspirations, reactions, and quirks but rather the ability to write a basic summary that doesn’t contradict itself. I understand people are nuanced, but much like backstory or sample posts it’s just another way to be confident in the application and see if their abilities fit with what you’re looking for.
The Hemingway App is hilariously terrible, though.
Can we not have a bunch of co-GM campaigns, please? Denny needs to figure out how he's restructuring so all this does is add unneeded distractions that just end up being a detriment. If Denny wants to promote someone to co-GM they will do it on their terms, not any public campaigns.
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I strongly suggest we get another discord chat going.

The OoC chatter was half the fun sometimes. xD

It did build community. I can doctor up a server to serve as an unofficial replacement for the time being.

discord.gg/PjcBVQs
I will say that I’ll stick with the RP if Denny takes charge and keeps us moving as they actually know the direction of the RP and had a hand in its design.



Smith's Rest, New Anchorage | Convention Center
March 26th, 2677


The atmosphere in the conference hall had noticeably changed and after several back-and-forth conversations between Stein’s comrades and the audience she had come to one conclusion and one conclusion alone; this was nothing like Seattle’s press conferences. This wasn’t a line of questions given to the pilots by the corporate press. This was more akin to something she had read once as a child where the function was more of a banquet, where the main character was held up to give speeches and inspire the royal court; a sentiment that did not amuse her in the slightest. But this was not an optional affair and their commander had warned them about the dangers of the occasion in advance thus she knew to expect the worse. She understood it more clearly now that she saw some of the interviews take place and as gasps escaped the jaws of the ignorant and irrelevant.

A light sigh exited Stein’s lips as she prepared to stand up and move to the podium once Tahlia had finished and Celina had given the motion that it was her turn to address the crowd.

This is a waste of my time.

As she stood up, she continued to think about the situation in general as she had little more to do outside ignore everything, which in her experience would be the action of a coward or a fool; and she of course was neither. The concept of engaging the audience and talking to them as a show of confidence reminded her of something she had said to Alan Fouren during a discussion preceding the acceptance of the new pilots a few months ago—a fact that still represented her opinion on the matter.

It isn’t my job to inspire people, it is my job to meet expectations.

To Stein it was her responsibility to fly, not have pointless discourse with the locals. Not that her perspective mattered when those who paid for her services told her to do something. Stein was good at following orders and felt no apprehension on committing herself to doing them.

“Stein. I pilot the Little Dragon.”

Given the fact I was participating in this for the immense amount of work and passion Les put into it, I cannot say I would be confident in a similar RP with different leadership as it would be inevitably different. Unfortunately this means I have no interest in continuing despite the fact being that I would love to play the two characters I designed again.
My best guess is the server was somehow deleted if this is something that happened.


Cɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ Tʜᴏʀɪɴ [Cɪᴛʏ Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs], Sᴏᴍᴇ Dᴀʏs Aɢᴏ


For most of Pariah’s denizens the City of Thorinn was one of the last of the major cities in the known kingdom, sitting on the edge of Thoros, the spiraling riverbed that made up the natural border between the unknown and civilization. Sitting as one of the several outposts that persisted on the edge of the nation that every man, woman, and child called home—The Kingdom of Aetheria. That said, despite Thorinn’s stature and status it wasn’t truthfully a place anyone could call small. That much was supported by the census office and their citation claiming that the city held an estimated population of one hundred and eighty thousand denizens in total.

But despite Thorinn’s capaciousness it did not afford it the absolute safety from the threats of the world at large outside of a comfortable shelter from the stray monster and usual collection of nomadic raiders and bandits. The city would most certainly have a challenging time defending itself had an abyssal or colossal creature made a venture out of destroying the city. And if a dungeon erupted from the earth nearby? The city would’ve needed dire help in that case. And as much as the residents of the kingdom didn’t like relying on the strangers from beyond the veil—those wayfarers, drifters, and outsiders had been the only ones to be able to stop the phenomena that had begun only a few months before their much needed appearance.

It would be fitting that in only a few days the people of Thorinn would realize this when a structure appeared nearby; standing suddenly in the forests that overlooked the city itself like a threatening beacon and declaration of war. It wouldn’t take long for monsters to start appearing. It would be up to the good will of the outsiders and the city’s Guild of Acquisitions to save them from a potential horde.

They had no other choice.


Cɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ Tʜᴏʀɪɴ [Cɪᴛʏ Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs], Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Dᴀʏ, Mᴏʀɴɪɴɢ


Man, I hate coming to Thorinn. It’s such a boring shithole.

Rael xiel Vauxdvihl shuffled her hands in her longcoat’s pockets, an unimpressed frown present on her lips as she took her first steps into the city. It was no secret that she wasn’t a fan of Thorinn and the city (or more accurate, it’s residents) didn’t care for the red-haired collector. But she had never done anything illegal so it wasn’t like she was going to have a problem walking through the streets and even if she had it was no secret with the appearance of a dungeon that her presence was needed—but then again there were plenty other “outsiders” who could’ve joined the fray.

As she walked forward, the red-haired woman tried to remember the specifics of the design of the city; which roads led to where and what the important places of interest generally were. Presuming her memory was being useful for once and serving her well, Rael recalled that the city’s guild of acquisitions was to the left of the town square, next to her favorite innhouse and tavern, The Lying Wolverine—which possibly was the only place in Thorinn that she liked and didn’t receive the impression she wasn’t wanted.

You pawn off something sacred and everyone thinks you are literally a demon, I swear. Bunch of Drox-affiliated crybabies.

Rael continued down the road, passing by a small market vendor selling off assorted fruit, wondering who exactly was taking lead in terms of her fellow “outsiders” on this to-be dungeon raid. She hoped it wasn’t anyone that was a pain in her ass.
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