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Of Blood And Steel: A Savage Earth Roleplay

@Cute Bumber
Make sure you post in the main thread, mentioned in the previous post. We need people to see that there are people interested in the roleplay.

Of Blood And Steel: A Savage Earth Roleplay

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Of Blood And Steel: A Savage Earth Roleplay

Plot Points:

Era of Imperialism: When every race came into being and began conquering and building huge cities and civilizations. War was regular among these primitive tribal City-states.

Era of Peace: When every land had been conquered and borders had been drawn between nations, an unsteady global peace fell across the world. Technology for Man-Kin and Allfolk reached Industrial levels, though Dwarves reached an almost Modern Technological level.

Era of Strife: The Old Kind awakens and unleashes death and destruction across the peaceful world that they had made, causing disasters both natural and unnatural. Leaving the world in a state of frenzied volcanic activity bringing about the Era of War.

Era of War: With no one to Identify the Old King, everyone turned to the Steelwalkers in their rage. For they were older than even the Old King, and they held long known secrets of the World. War was waged against the Steelwalkers, and infighting began among all of the factions. Splinter groups formed even in the most familiar groups, though the Steelwalkers remain united.

The irony is, The Steelwalkers came before the Old King, and were in slumber until long after his reign.

Of Blood And Steel: A Savage Earth Roleplay

List of Locations:

List of Accepted Characters:

Of Blood And Steel: A Savage Earth Roleplay

Factions:

1: Man-Kin - Humans
2: Steelwalkers - Robots
3: Allfolk - Elves, Dwarfs, Hobbits, etc.
4: Starborn - Aliens
5: Beastkin - Halfbeasts (Centaur, Minotaur, etc), Beasts, Monsters

Titans:

(All Titans are within the size range of 50 to 100 meters tall. Bigger means slower.)
1: Great Beasts: Fictional Megafauna.
2: Terrible Lizard Behemoths: Fictional Dinosaurs.
3: Legendary Monsters: Dragons, Giants, Etc.
4: Massive Steelwalkers: Enormous Metal Technoforms.
5: Cosmic Horrors: Malicious Entities from beyond the stars.

Rules:

1: I am the judge of characters, my judgement is based on the setting. If I feel it does not fit in the setting, I will tell you how it can be changed to fit. I am also the judge of disagreements and reserve the right to resolve any.

2: There is but one over-arching thematic structure for characters. If the character is radical, if the character is metal, they are acceptable.

3: There are titans of each race, obviously there are exceptions. However, please keep in mind, Titans are secondary to the story. If everyone had access to a kaiju sized entity, the world would be crowded with obscenely powerful entities. The plot would quite literally be stomped underfoot in favor of giant monsters faffing about doing absolutely nothing worth while.

4: Your characters have a very real possibility of dying, this is simply the way the world of Obas works. With apex predators coming out of the woodwork and enemies from all directions, it's bound to happen.

5: There is no upper limit on the number of characters you can post.

HOWEVER

After your first two characters are posted, you must reach at least 10 combined IC posts with them before posting a third. With another five posts per additional character.

6: Ivory is the predominant currency, with a higher value than gold. It is carved into hooked triangles and hung on knotted string for easy storage and use. This ivory can be made from dinosaur teeth or mammoth tusk. Gold is made into coins with stamps of individual City-state leaders, and are far less valuable.

Of Blood And Steel: A Savage Earth Roleplay

Of Blood And Steel

In what is now known as The Great Time of Dying, the old King saved his world from the falling star. He broke himself, he was left unmoving in his high tower of stone for uncountable years. Man-kin was born during this age, the origins unknown to all living Man-kin. The Allfolk emerged from the trees and the earth and the skies, born from natural forces and more civilized than Men. The Machines of old, even before The Great Time of Dying, sputtered and awoke. Starborn deities were brought down from the heavens to our world, and began building strange machine cities.

Civilizations rose and fell, their people grew old and died. Wars were fought, attempts to eradicate races were numerous and fruitless, but the wars finally stopped. With no more land to conquer an uneasy peace fell across the world.

The Civilizations of Man-Kin discovered fire and steel, and they refined their bodies and minds around fire and steel. Fire and Steel created their weapons, it built their cities, it destroyed and created. Fire and Steel were but the first elements that Man mastered, and soon they were not just physically daunting warriors, but powerful sorcerers wielding the elements to their whims.

The Allfolk built nations in seclusion, avoiding sustained contact between themselves and others. Keeping large and densely populated cities, defended by ancient and powerful magic. This seclusion separated them emotionally from each other and Man-Kin. Leaving them in an unsteady view in the eyes of Men.

The Steelwalkers harvested unrelentingly, and built mega-cities where they performed mechanical duties that all non-machines can only guess to understand. Others avoided where they built and harvested, for they eliminated intruders with vicious prejudice.

The Starborn struck peace between them all, distributing their warp technology to all nations. Creating the daunting Warp-Towers, enormous buildings placed equidistantly from every major civilization. To bridge the gap which would largely be unfathomable otherwise. They themselves remained in their flying Capital Ships, distant and largely untouchable.

Though not people, per say, the Beasts and Beastfolk do eke out their existence in this world. With strange hidden villages, giant beastial horrors the size of mountains, bizarre monstrosities that lurk in the night, and half-men who sit apart from all others. Those terrible lizards that stomp the Earth, predatory or otherwise. With claws that may rip a man asunder and feet that could crush a Steelwalker, they are above most beasts. Though there are some who would rival their power and ferocity. They do not build cities, but are instead nomads and wanderers.

But the Old King, in his timeless slumber, awoke in this unceasing peacetime. The ground cracked all across the world, the molten stone beneath the earth was unleashed and spewed into the air. Darkening the sky and raining fire from the heavens, chaos once more struck the world of blood and steel. The Old King’s rage had boiled over, watching helplessly as the world of constant mayhem that he had loved was brought to a land of peace and prosperity. Where weak men were born to weak cultures.

That time was over, and the Old King’s time was once more. From beneath his castle on high, rose his machine beasts. Lumbering mechanical lizards of steel and lightning and hate, they washed across the world like a demoniac flood. In the chaos left behind by the eruptions, the civilizations of the world were not prepared for this wave of destruction.

They fought back against the Old King, they raised new cities in desperation, and generations of war were waged. Revolutionary technologies, Strange magic, New civilizations, and Hardy folk were born. When he felt that his work had been done, the Old King drew back his hordes. The hatred of the Old King was great, the resentment for the loss of life, the destruction of their homes.

Against the Old King they raised armies and prepared for war, but in their hatred they knew not what the Old King looked like. Where was he? What was he? What can he do? What is his name?

Only the Steelwalkers knew, for they were the only ones ancient enough to know of the Old King’s time. In a frenzy, every faction marched against the Steelwalkers. War had once again touched the lands of the world, they wished to raise themselves above all others. To attain vengeance for themselves, and in doing so, they struck against one another.

Man-Kin tamed great beasts of the Earth, the Terrible Lizards who were greater than any other. Giant lumbering beasts that feasted on anything they could get their mouths around.

Allfolk raised powerful legendary creatures to do their bidding, fire spewing and earth swimming creatures. Varied and terrifying, their bulk comparable to that of any city made by mortal hands.

Starborn summoned horrible entities from beyond the stars, in their rage of being betrayed by the lesser beings of earth. These great cosmic demons consume souls and drive to the point of breaking the minds of mortal men.

But the Steelwalkers were not defenseless either, for they were as ancient and powerful as The Old King. They build behemoths of steel, warriors of unmatched physical prowess. They fought back against the behemoths summoned by foreign and domestic foes.

In the mayhem ensuing, the world is left in a constant state of war, and the Old King rides his mighty mechanical steed in bliss. Laying waste to any warrior who stands to him, an unknown Warlord. Roaming what he believes is 'his' world, relishing in the bloodshed and misery.

This World is known as Obas, a land of bloodshed and misery. Where the mightiest warriors live and die in glorious battle, and try to eke out a living in a world where most everything wants to kill or eat you.

The Great Time of Dying separates this world from our own, and the Old King stopped the world from being destroyed by the Cretaceous Asteroid. Yes, this is our world, but in a much more dangerous timeline.

This roleplay is set in an alternate timeline of savagery, barbarism, mysticism and strange futuristic and ancient technology. Where aliens fight dragons, barbarians clash with dinosaurs, and sorcerers trade shots with sharpshooters.

This will be a community driven roleplay, where every player can make their own plot in the world of Obas, as well as participate in an overarching plot.

Of Blood And Steel: A Savage Earth Roleplay

Discord Chat:
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Character sheet Format

[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Sex:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Weight:[/b] (No clever puns of "Don't ask a lady her weight!" This is pertinent information.)
[b]Alignment:[/b] (5x5 Allignment Chart Rules.)
[b]Character Personality[/b]:
[b]Casual Appearance:[/b]
[b]Battlefield Appearance:[/b]
[b]Origin Story:[/b]
[b]Faction (Select one):[/b]
[b]Powers (Be Specific):[/b]
[b]Attributes:[/b] (All Traits are at Maximum Effort, keep this in mind.)
[indent]
Strength:
Speed:
Reaction Time:
Endurance:
Agility:
Intelligence:
Combat Skill:
Technical Skill:
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[b]Equipment:[/b]
[b]Resources:[/b]
[b]Supporting Characters:[/b]
[b]Do you know how to post pictures?:[/b]
[b]What is best in life?:[/b]
Sample Post (Minimum four paragraphs, doesn't have to pertain to the roleplay.):

Of Blood And Steel: A Savage Earth Roleplay

@Cute Bumber
There is no upper limit on players that we are accepting. The thread will be up in a few short hours, and you can make your character sheet then.

Of Blood And Steel: A Savage Earth Roleplay

Of Blood And Steel

In what is now known as The Great Time of Dying, the old King saved his world from the falling star. He broke himself, he was left unmoving in his high tower of stone for uncountable years. Man-kin was born during this age, the origins unknown to all living Man-kin. The Allfolk emerged from the trees and the earth and the skies, born from natural forces and more civilized than Men. The Machines of old, even before The Great Time of Dying, sputtered and awoke. Starborn deities were brought down from the heavens to our world, and began building strange machine cities.

Civilizations rose and fell, their people grew old and died. Wars were fought, attempts to eradicate races were numerous and fruitless, but the wars finally stopped. With no more land to conquer an uneasy peace fell across the world.

The Civilizations of Man-Kin discovered fire and steel, and they refined their bodies and minds around fire and steel. Fire and Steel created their weapons, it built their cities, it destroyed and created. Fire and Steel were but the first elements that Man mastered, and soon they were not just physically daunting warriors, but powerful sorcerers wielding the elements to their whims.

The Allfolk built nations in seclusion, avoiding sustained contact between themselves and others. Keeping large and densely populated cities, defended by ancient and powerful magic. This seclusion separated them emotionally from each other and Man-Kin. Leaving them in an unsteady view in the eyes of Men.

The Steelwalkers harvested unrelentingly, and built mega-cities where they performed mechanical duties that all non-machines can only guess to understand. Others avoided where they built and harvested, for they eliminated intruders with vicious prejudice.

The Starborn struck peace between them all, distributing their warp technology to all nations. Creating the daunting Warp-Towers, enormous buildings placed equidistantly from every major civilization. To bridge the gap which would largely be unfathomable otherwise. They themselves remained in their flying Capital Ships, distant and largely untouchable.

Though not people, per say, the Beasts and Beastfolk do eke out their existence in this world. With strange hidden villages, giant beastial horrors the size of mountains, bizarre monstrosities that lurk in the night, and half-men who sit apart from all others. Those terrible lizards that stomp the Earth, predatory or otherwise. With claws that may rip a man asunder and feet that could crush a Steelwalker, they are above most beasts. Though there are some who would rival their power and ferocity. They do not build cities, but are instead nomads and wanderers.

But the Old King, in his timeless slumber, awoke in this unceasing peacetime. The ground cracked all across the world, the molten stone beneath the earth was unleashed and spewed into the air. Darkening the sky and raining fire from the heavens, chaos once more struck the world of blood and steel. The Old King’s rage had boiled over, watching helplessly as the world of constant mayhem that he had loved was brought to a land of peace and prosperity. Where weak men were born to weak cultures.

That time was over, and the Old King’s time was once more. From beneath his castle on high, rose his machine beasts. Lumbering mechanical lizards of steel and lightning and hate, they washed across the world like a demoniac flood. In the chaos left behind by the eruptions, the civilizations of the world were not prepared for this wave of destruction.

They fought back against the Old King, they raised new cities in desperation, and generations of war were waged. Revolutionary technologies, Strange magic, New civilizations, and Hardy folk were born. When he felt that his work had been done, the Old King drew back his hordes. The hatred of the Old King was great, the resentment for the loss of life, the destruction of their homes.

Against the Old King they raised armies and prepared for war, but in their hatred they knew not what the Old King looked like. Where was he? What was he? What can he do? What is his name?

Only the Steelwalkers knew, for they were the only ones ancient enough to know of the Old King’s time. In a frenzy, every faction marched against the Steelwalkers. War had once again touched the lands of the world, they wished to raise themselves above all others. To attain vengeance for themselves, and in doing so, they struck against one another.

Man-Kin tamed great beasts of the Earth, the Terrible Lizards who were greater than any other. Giant lumbering beasts that feasted on anything they could get their mouths around.

Allfolk raised powerful legendary creatures to do their bidding, fire spewing and earth swimming creatures. Varied and terrifying, their bulk comparable to that of any city made by mortal hands.

Starborn summoned horrible entities from beyond the stars, in their rage of being betrayed by the lesser beings of earth. These great cosmic demons consume souls and drive to the point of breaking the minds of mortal men.

But the Steelwalkers were not defenseless either, for they were as ancient and powerful as The Old King. They build behemoths of steel, warriors of unmatched physical prowess. They fought back against the behemoths summoned by foreign and domestic foes.

In the mayhem ensuing, the world is left in a constant state of war, and the Old King rides his mighty mechanical steed in bliss. Laying waste to any warrior who stands to him, an unknown Warlord. Roaming what he believes is 'his' world, relishing in the bloodshed and misery.

This World is known as Obas, a land of bloodshed and misery. Where the mightiest warriors live and die in glorious battle, and try to eke out a living in a world where most everything wants to kill or eat you.

The Great Time of Dying separates this world from our own, and the Old King stopped the world from being destroyed by the Cretaceous Asteroid. Yes, this is our world, but in a much more dangerous timeline.

This roleplay is set in an alternate timeline of savagery, barbarism, mysticism and strange futuristic and ancient technology. Where aliens fight dragons, barbarians clash with dinosaurs, and sorcerers trade shots with sharpshooters.

This will be a community driven roleplay, where every player can make their own plot in the world of Obas, as well as participate in an overarching plot.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

The Legate

The report had picture evidence, recordings, an a news report to boot. There was no denying the content, but believing it was proving a difficult task. Aliens had been a topic of some discussion, but only as a sort of "off hand" deal. Considering some heroes could simply be aliens disguised as humans, and at that point it was purely conjecture being thrown around. The colossal improbability of a sapient life form making its way to Earth was somewhere within five to ten times the likelihood of winning the lottery. So imagining the possibility of an Alien just traipsing about and performing acts of vigilantism was, well, baffling.

A purely logical and aggressive individual such as the Legate wasn’t exactly comfortable with the baffling unlikelihoods that most metahumans ascribe to. Now extraterrestrials were doing the same thing, and ultimately on a comparable level?

If he were a religious individual he might have prayed, because the burden on his shoulders suddenly became exceptionally more massive.

After the videos had been skimmed through, the man put his hand out and retrieved his tablet. “I trust that you are aware that we have informed your team. I’m sorry for the suddenness and alarming nature of the mission. This is of the utmost urgency, we need you to capture and contain this ET.”

The Legate’s eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed to slits and he stood from his chair, shoving it aside with a violent motion. “Your training made me ready for the potential of overwhelming physical traits, the drugs remove my fear and give me heightened aggression. But this? I’m not certain my armor will be capable of competing with technology significantly more advanced than my own.” He pointed to the armor attached to the charging station nearby, the dim light in the corner giving the suit an almost bestial appearance despite having a largely humanoid form. “You’ve got to understand that they might simply be able to disable my suit. This thing is purely reactive servos, an electrical short leaves me trapped in my own human shaped grave.”

He approached the smaller man, accusingly jabbing his finger towards his nose. The smaller man backed off, the man on his right slowly reached towards his hip. He sputtered and waved his hand at his companion, motioning for him to not grab his gun. “I’m aware, Soldier, but you must understand. This isn’t an eventuality we were particularly prepared for, and in this case,” He drifted off and looked towards the suit of armor before talking again. “In this case, you’re the best asset we’ve got. We would turn to outside options, but our connections are limited.” He swallowed and turned back towards the Legate, looking into the narrow blades of his eyes.

The two stood there, glaring into each other’s eyes for the longest moment. “We’re a subdivision, Soldier. We don’t have the same black funds that our benefactor does, and as a purely experimental project, you’ve exceeded all expectations.” Halfway into his statement, the Legate took a deep breath and turned away from the suits. His footfalls incredibly heavy on the concrete floor, echoing around his small room.

“You’ll get your ET, but I can’t guarantee it will be alive.”

“It doesn’t need to be, we just need it out of the public eye.”.

“Good.” The Legate grunted slightly as he pulled his shirt over his head, then moved down to unbuttoning his pants. “You gonna stay and watch, or are you going to leave the tablet?”

“Oh, yes. Sorry.” He said, slightly flustered. Putting the tablet down on the nearby desk and walking out of the room. Before he left, he turned around one more time. “And, Legate. Your Legion has been notified that they will be mobilizing, you have twenty four hours to prepare yourself.”

He reached towards the suit, placing his hand on the helmet. For a moment he stared into the visor, and into the reflection of his eyes. “This is not what I was expecting my training to culminate into.”

The Next Day, 5 AM:

From the information gathered in the video footage gathered from the businesses, street cameras, and news footage. The Legate and his crew managed to triangulate the rough position from which the Alien had originated before the chase as well as where she could have conceivably gone before vanishing out of the public eye. A street camera had caught a glimpse of her heading east inland, into a commercial district where she vanished. Which is odd, considering how many cameras they have.

Despite the lack of information beyond that point, they could deduce within three miles of the arrival and exit points of her current location. This was triangulated between the point where the car was boarded, which is closest to the bank that was robbed. The point where they damaged an expensive vehicle in a residential area, which is the furthest point from the starting location. And the point where she disappeared, which is closer to the starting location as they had doubled back to head along the water.

With this in mind, they set up a three mile wide perimeter on the map and marked the locations where the thirteen of them would be distributed.

Spitfire and Blue would be paired off nearest to the residential area, stationed in an empty apartment block with cameras set up in the building. Recording the street on both sides to potentially catch footage of her and locate her original deployment point, potentially she could have come from the sewers. So they set up a street camera directed towards the nearest manhole covers to catch footage.

Ghost and Hawk would be positioned in the mobile chopper along with Legate and Butch. They would fly high and keep silent and slow, the sniper and spotter would direct their scopes and camera downward on a street sweep. Both of them situated on opposite sides of the chopper to get maximum coverage. Legate would monitor the feed of all the cameras from the rear seat of the chopper, to catch anything they might miss.

Hammer and Irons would be in civilian clothing, with their equipment held in large backpacks as not to draw suspicion to themselves. They are equipped with two hat mounted microcameras to monitor the streets, they would move from the oceanside to the apartment complex, and then up to where the car was damaged. Repeating this cycle over and over to attempt to see if she spoke with civilians on the regular, or if she was secretive.

Cutter, Ace, Medic and Dog would be in a black van with darkened windows. This van would travel in a spiral pattern, beginning at the furthest point and traveling inwards to the center of the triangulated map. Recording equipment directed outwards from all windows to monitor activity.

Shark will be solo and following the exact trail that the van made from the bank to the oceanside, repeating this over and over again. With a helmet mounted camera to try and see if she would return to the scene of the crime. Maybe she would contact the police after the incident, as they would still be in the act of investigating the crime scenes.

With the gameplan in mind, Legate and the Legion mobilized their forces and moved into position.

Once they were all in position, they would only have to wait. She wanted to be a vigilante, it seemed, and therefore something was bound to draw her out. Metahumans are dangerous sorts, and actively seek conflict. This would be the ultimate downfall of the Alien, and she would reveal herself.

Whether she liked it or not.