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Age of Glory - a Pseudo-Earth, 1800s NRP

This is how far I got today. I will finish the rest another day.

Saqquarian Empire

SAQQUAR

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TERRITORY:
-Saqquar Homeland
-Indian Colonies

Le Map

GOVERNMENT:
The Saqquar Empire is led by the Sultan and his attaché of Dukes. The Sultan has the final decision in every Empire spanning decision, and the Dukes under him are responsible for keeping up the order in every area of the Empire. While quite feudal in nature, the fanatically religious nature of the Sultan's people make it so his word is followed through without any changes.

Though the Sultan's word is final, the life of the common folk is mostly guided by the religious organizations withing the Empire. The House of the Wyvern is the religious entity which has existed in the empire since it's founding. While the Dukes make sure the state's apparatus runs like a well oiled machine, the House of the Wyvern makes sure that all inside the Empire abide by their strict religious rules, and act as a form of moral guide for everyone. They also control the peacekeeping entities within the empire, making the justice system heavily biased towards people of their faith.

MILITARY:
The Saqquar military has had a long tradition of mass assault doctrine, which has been effective for the past millenia. The miliatary is split into two branches: the Army and the Navy.

ARMY: The army's purpose is to wage war on the ground. Saqquar has been using gunpowder weapons for several centuries now, and they have adopted their warfare accordingly. They Army uses the squads of 50 men supported by artillery pieces to move up on enemy positions, digging in and making a firing line. This gives the cannons an unobstructed view of the enemy which they use to great effect, while making their own infantry hard to hit. While not very mobile, this gives unparalelled effiency to the Saqquar army in pitched battles. A squad of 50 men can easily dig their own trenches in an hour. The common soldier is equipped with a simple tan uniform without any protection, and a Tür 39 Infantry Dragoon rifle, along with various tidbits required for marches and digging in positions. Officers also carry a simple Tür 3 pistol. Following behind the marching troopers are the 6 inch "Ejder" and 4 inch "Ejderha" field guns that fire both shrapnel and solid shells. These can be pulled by two horses, and they have considerable effect against enemy infantry and cavalry within their effective range. Heavier guns exist for sieges, but the 4 and 6 inch guns are the standard for the army during marches. The army also uses detachments of mounted cavalry. Historically Saqquar has used mounted warfrare to great effect, and they have continued this tradition in the era of gunpowder. Mounted troopers wield the same rifles as others, but they are also equipped with Tür 3 pistols and "Nefes" shrapnel grenades which they throw into enemy lines as they approach. Thought they have no extra protection, their mounts are equipped with light cuirasses that protect them from shrapnel and smaller bullets.

Armory Reference

-Tür 39 Infantry Dragoon rifle: A simple but effective design, this muzzle loading rifle has two barrels under each other. Loaded with paper cartridges and fired by a dual trigger system, these guns can unleash twice as many shots per valley as other designs, but they also take slightly longer to reload. Deadly against enemies who think that one volley is all this rifle can muster.

-Tür 3 pistol: A simple revolver holding 5 shots, this low powered pistol offers rapid firepower for officers and cavalry in close quarters. Uneffective even against unarmored targets at long range, it can penetrate thin steel cover at close ranges.

-"Nefes": A simple grenade design perfected for the cavalry to deliver during their rapid advancments. A simple 1 pound device that consists of a metal tube filled with gunpowder to the brim, with a fuse sticking out of one end. Once this fuse is lighted the grenade explodes between 7 to 11 seconds, killing anyone in close vicinity and sending shrapnel flying around in a 10 meter radius. While not very effective alone, a dozen of these thrown by cavalry can thin the ranks quite quickly.

NAVY:
The Saqquar navy is the dread of many sailors. They utilise a large number of corvettes that have imposing sail structures. These nippy little ships carry 2 of their dreaded 8 inch "Fırtına" howitzers on their deck on swivel mounts that allow for accurate shots at great distances. Since most ships still rely on broadside effeincy, the agility of these smaller ships allow them to outmanouver the larger ships and use only a few volleys of their destructive cannons to disable enemy vessels. There is a alrge number of these wooden vessels and they form teh backbone of the navy. Modernization is underway to convert them into steampowered vessels for greater speed and agility. The other ship type used by the navy are large galleons. These ships are equipped with powerful broadsides that can keep enemies at bay, and their teardrop hulls are reinforced with thin metal cover to stop rifles from penetrating the wood, or inciendary shrapnel from igniting the ship. It offers little protection against large calibre guns however. These ships usually stay in port for defense, or carry several howitzers on their deck to provide fire support to regions where naval superiority has been already achieved.

Economy:(Just short description of the current state of the economy, as well as which area’s it focused on)
Culture:(Short description will suffice, but go into detail if necessary)
History:
Other:

Planet of Shadows

"Yea, yea, yea!" Williams shouts as he ducks behind cover as well, armor plates on his armor's abdomen sliding into place. "Flynn why are you so good at making people angry?" He asked the joking question, firing blindly above his cover with the rifle. "Damnit I already hate this guy."

As gunfire lights up the room, Williams puts his gun down and grabs a pair of nades from his belt. "Hey Flynn, catch!" He says, throwing one of them over to his partner. He places his thumb on the detonator, the small device arming itself. He peeks his head out slightly, only to pull it back in time to avoid a nasty shot. "Hey Fatty, how about you plug your jap with this?" Williams tosses the grenade over the cover and into the room with the pirates. With his and Flynn's grenade, there shouldn't be much left of them soon.

Planet of Shadows

@Flynn Sup Flynn! Sorry for the extremely long hiatus, I switched a lot of my RPing to Dicord during my exam periods since the guild just seemed so slow to respond that I didn't have time to really do anything interesting. I also had mync amps and such that made it nearly impossible to RP. But now I am free again, and I can write! Sorry again for the wait!

Kaiserreich: The Impossible Peace

DID SOMEONE SAY STATS?

Royal Rumble!

Ya better ping me dumbass :P

Royal Rumble!

AND

Kath opened her eyes. What she saw was a bright shining light in front of her, blurring her vision. Most of her body still ached. Is this heaven? Then her eyes slowly began to adjust, and the bright light faded into the dim illumination of the clinic’s ceiling lamps. Kath looked around confused as she observed the white walls and strange machines, still dizzy after a nightmare she had. Oh right, I’m in the clinic still.

After the accident at the rooftop, Kath was taken to the local clinic by Cassius and Christine. Thought she hated the idea of having to stay in there for several days, the doctors insisted she needed rest. She was promptly moved to a private clinic in the suburbs where she could still rest, but have access to some recreation facilities to keep her from getting bored (and rowdy).

And finally, one week of utter boredom has passed and according to yesterday’s evaluation by the doctor, she was free to go. Kath closed her eyes as she sat up, holder her head with her hands. “It feels like someone went over my head with a pneumatic drill.” She turned to the side, hanging her legs from the bed as she looked around the room. Several pots dotted the small table, all full of flowers as if she was seriously ill. She shook her head with a smile, remembering that most of them were from Cassius. Poor boy worried too much about her.

“As he should.” Said a bored voice in the back of her mind. “There’s no way you’d be able to defend yourself in this ragged state. It is fortunate for us that humans place so much value in healing their wounded. Were you to be so vulnerable where I am from you’d have been devoured, your strength added to another.”

Kath felt as if her veins froze and a chill ran down along her spine as she heard the voice. She thought the Demoness was just some bad dream, or maybe it was locked up tight. Why hasn’t she spoken to her since the accident? This was all wrong, why now? “I thought you were locked up! How are you speaking to me?”

“Of course I’m locked up, dear child.” the voice replied. “I’m locked up inside you. The prisoner and the warden have very different duties but they are still inhabiting the same prison. Is communication so out of the question?”

“With you?” Kath laughed weakly, both anxious and scared. “I would rather we never met. Or better yet, accepted your death. Now I’m trapped with YOU inside me.” Then Kath realised she has been speaking loudly all this time and looked at the door as if someone was to bust in any moment to check if she was fine. But nobody came. With a sigh of relief Kath turned her attention back to the Demoness. Wait, so that means you can...read my mind or something?

“No, no. Not quite. The fire keeps me quite hemmed in. It’s very dogged about that. The cage is solid, but sometimes strong emotions will rattle the bars and like the beating of a drum or the plucking of a string I can tell from the vibration what you’re feeling. Like with music. For example; the solid, monotone hum of sheer, excruciating boredom? I can empathize. All week I’ve been waiting for that sister of yours to take the opportunity to challenge you for dominance. I’ve formulated so many counter strategies for an attack I’m now unsure will ever come. I’m not sure what sort of mindgame she might be playing at this point. Perhaps I give her too much credit.”

What? You mean Christine? Why would she challenge me for dominance? I don’t understand how it works there for you, but I can assure you we don’t do that Kath pouted as she looked around the room trying to find something of interest.

“Really?” the voice said, actually surprised. “Then what do you call those tournaments you humans are so fond of throwing? What are those, if not battles for dominion? To show your strength and revel in the awe and envy of your peers as you stand above them? Are you saying that if you met her in battle you would submit rather than face your family? You did not strike me as the sort when you challenged me.”

Submit? Kath chuckled quietly in real life, the clear lack of knowledge about human traditions amusing her. No, I would never submit in a fight. You should know first hand. But you jest by calling the tournaments battles for dominion. Sure, we want to see who is the strongest, but the point is not to demolish our foes, but rather to test ourselves against our peers. Kath shook her head, dismissing the idea of any other reason for tournaments. Why, did you challenge your own sister for dominance?

“Not all of them. Some understood their place, devoting themselves to me as my useful furniture. Others sought to challenge me and in so doing only added to my strength.” Suddenly her tone changed, taking on a wistfulness that wasn’t there before, “They were true demons, clever and brimming with pride. If they could see me in this state they could only laugh. Reliant on a human for my life. I would laugh with them. Bah! I’m am glad your sister isn’t like mine were. No matter how much I planned I would not have been able to save you from her.”

Useful..Furniture? Kath shook her head to clear her thoughts and focus back on what interested her. Which was anything with which she could spend the next hour or so with. If I could beat you, I’m sure your servants would prove no difficulty either. Then they could all laugh along with you for a different reason; their pride cracking away under my will Speaking of which, Kath remembered her fight with Rurik. If only that damned Thobias wasn’t there, she would’ve teached him a lesson about using her sister as a wagering tool. Oh yes, she would’ve beat him up good. Kath clenched her fist at the thought of Rurik.

“Oooooh my, what is this?” the voice asked playfully. “This boy inspires even stronger tremors than the first one. What did this one do, to make your heart quake so?”

Kath crossed her arms in front of herself, even her face turning angry as if the Demoness was watching her from the outside. That’s none of your concern. I have damn good reasons to hate that arrogant, self centered prick and I can’t wait to get my hands on him again. He better wish Thobias will be around to save him again…

“This boy is your real enemy then? I simply wish to know who he is so I may begin plotting in the correct direction.”

Thanks, but I don’t need you plotting, or whatever. For all I know, you are just waiting for the moment to take control over me or something, and it’s goodnight for me then. Kath shook her head, her loose hair swinging around. No, I’m fine dealing with him by myself. If I ever need your help for whatever reason, I’ll ask. But don’t bet on it.

“You mistake my intentions, dear girl.” the voice said, suddenly incredibly serious. “I am bound here. You ensured that. I am hemmed in on all sides by the strength of your gifts and prodigious talent. You defeated me, branded me, claimed me for your own, and smashed my ambition. I am a demon without pride and incapable of ascent, my fate bound to yours. My every action only capable of adding to your glory. When I speak of furniture, that is what I mean. I am your furniture. You may make use of me at your leisure, as is your right, but if you wish to doubt my intentions ask yourself; who would be victorious in such a confrontation? You, a divine sliver of the heart of an inferno? Or I, whom you reduced from greatness to nothing?”

Kath took some time to think about what the Demoness had just said. Minutes passed as her mind turned the wheels processing the information given.

On one hand, it was great to know that whatever the Demoness was, would no longer be able to escape it’s cages. Thought Kath wasn’t sure exactly HOW she kept it locked up, it was a silver lining the outlook of the future. If the Demoness can help her fight better, then it is only a plus.

On the other hand, the thought of living with this freak forever wasn’t the most pleasant thing to imagine. Maybe it’s just a new experience, and Kath really will use it as a “furniture” once she gets accomodated. But however true the words of the Demoness rang, the sneaking suspicion always leaked in the back of Kath’s head: what reason would the beast have to reveal it’s intentions to the captor?

But finally, Kath made up her mind, the long silence broken by loud words once again. “Alright, I believe you. If you wish to aid me in my quest, whatever it will be, then I will not say no. But know this: I may yet be unable to fully control your leashes, but I’ll make sure that if you stand in my way that you’ll get burned again. Never forget the mark of my hand burned onto your cheeks.”

“I understand...my master.”

As if on cue to coincide with the conclusion of their conversation, the door to Kath’s room opened. It was nothing exciting, just the doctor coming to pay a visit- Oh wait, Cassius was right behind him. That was probably exciting.

“Hello, Katherine. Have a little visitor for you today-” The doctor tried to speak, but Cassius rushed right past him.

“Hey, Kath! How are you doing? Are the flowers helping? I didn’t send too many did I? I did, didn’t I... Probably getting pollen everywhere.” He didn’t even take a breath before continuing. “No, that’s probably not even the biggest problem. Was it it creepy? I was afraid sending that many flowers would be creepy, but they wouldn’t let me visit for long and I was afraid you’d get lonely!”

With Cassius and the doctor inside, Kath already forgot the Demoness. The company of real people was so much more enjoyable.

She chuckled as she looked at Cassius overreacting as usual. “No, it’s just fine Cassius, don’t worry about it. Your flowers helped me overcome the boring days of the clinic bed and reminded me that I am not gonna be stuck here for that long.”

She shot a somewhat upset glance at the doctor as she looked over at him. “So Doctor, I take it I am free to go now? I’ve been wasting around here for a whole week now, it’s time I got back to the ring again.”

The doctor pulled out a large clipboard from his coat, and flipped over a few papers after carefully examining them. He nodded with a small grunt and then looked up at Kath. “Well, you seem to be doing fine, but I would still not suggest going back into the ring so fast. When you were carried here, your body was extremely exhausted and overworked. You might feel the aftereffects of this if you do hard physical exercises, but unless you don’t mind the pain, I see no reason to keep you here.” He looked at Kath with blank expression and then scratched the back of his head. “Well, I’ll leave you two alone then. The nurses already know you are free to go.” With that he left the room, leaving the door open behind him.

“So you’re all better! Err, mostly, anyway.” Cassius the on the biggest smile he could manage to try and be reassuring. “I imagine for you, even a few days stuck in bed would feel like a long time, huh?” He noticed one of the flower pots were beginning to wilt. Apparently it hadn’t been watered all that well. He gently nudged it behind a healthier pot to try and hide it. “So, I don’t suppose they’ve been feeding you well?”

“Hah! You kidding me? This might be a fancy clinic, but hospital food is gross, and low in proteins.” To reinforce her already solid claim, Kath’s stomach grumbled loudly. “I could really go for some beef curry right now.”

She slid off the side of the bed, and put on her shoes. She was already wearing her normal clothing provided to her by Christine, so she was pretty much ready to go at a moment’s notice. “Anyways, give me a big hug you doofus. I barely saw you, should’ve been more forceful with the nurses.” Kath walked over to Cassius, and hugged the boy about as gently as she could; which still wasn’t exactly a soft one.

“HNGK!?” Cassius was soon caught up in one of Kath’s “gentler” hugs. [color=slategray“Doc doesn’t know what he’s talking about…”[/color] he wheezed, “you’re definitely good to go…” He knew he only had one hope of survival -- a counterattack! He hugged her back… nope, she was too strong, he was still suffocating. Hope was lost…

Just before Cassius would suffocate to her “gentle” hug, Kath let go of the boy and took a step back. “So, what do you say we grab a chow firebuddy? I’m sure you are just as hungry as me after a long day.” Kath said without even acknowledging the fact that it was barely 11 AM. But some people can just chow down every time of the day.

[color=slategray“Grab a chow…”[/color] Cassius chuckled. “It’s funny, I always forget you’re a rich girl.” She didn’t talk like it, and just as rarely acted like it. Considering the mental image he had of a typical “rich person” he was grateful for that. “Sure! Anywhere but here, right?” Obviously Kath was ready to leave the little clinic as of two days ago.

“You bet buddy.” Kath turned towards the flowers on the table and then looked back at Cassius with a smile. “I’ll get someone to pick those up later for me.” It is true that Kath wasn’t like what you’d expect a rich girl to be, or any fancy girl, there were a lot a feelings behind her tomboyish nature.

Kath walked out the door and waved for Cass to follow. She didn’t yet know where they would go, but the outlooks seemed great. Cassius was always great company to have around, even if he was rather shy around her. But that shouldn’t be a problem anymore, now that she made peace with her inner demon.

Cassius escorted the less-than-ladylike lady to a place to eat. Everything was going just great until Kath insisted she pay, being that she was the “rich girl.” His own fault for saying that he supposed. That in itself wasn’t the problem, though. The problem was how awkward things got when she realized that she had no money… as it had all gone up in smoke when she’d incinerated her outfit. No one had thought to drop off a wallet for her in the clinic.

After assuring her it was fine, Cassius paid and made sure she got home safely.

“Well, here we are!” He sort of figured they’d be parting ways here, not that he wanted to. Kath had obviously been absent from school over the last week, so they’d had no time to hang out whatsoever. That said, now that she was free from the hospital, he was sure everyone else wanted to makeup for lost time too. Even so, he just sort lingered at the front door with her…

Kath looked over at Cass as he idled by the door like someone who doesn’t know what to do with themselves. He was actually kinda cute whenever he was like that. Kath walked up closer to Cass, closing the distance with a step. “I am glad you came to pick me up from the clinic Cassius. For that, a reward.” Kath leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on Cassius’s cheeks. “Well, see you later firebuddy.” With that, she walked through the door to the mansion, and disappeared from view.

“Oh…” She was practically gone by the time his mental facilities finished rebooting. “Uhhh, n-no problem!” he called after her. “Bye…” He sighed, shoved his hands in his pockets, and then promptly tripped and fell down the long, painfully so, flight of steps leading up to their front door.

Damn rich people…

Oh well, at least they’d given him Katherine. She was cool. And pretty… and… “Ow…” Well he’d sort out all that once he was sure he wasn’t concussed.

Slyboy's Wonderful House of Magical Characters

Following the recurring trend of potato madness, I present to you, le spud!
Bon appetit!
(the sheet is from a fighting RP, will change soon to be more general)

Spud

Name: Spud, the Potato Knight

Appearance: <TBA>

Age: 20

Gender: Male/Potato

Gear:
-Worn farmer overalls: Good ol' potato bustin jeans, from the best of all them farmers outta there. Hand sewn, with some added cow leather straps for added protection around joints.

-Red checked shirt: The trusty friend of any farmer who wants to look casual and professional at the same time whilst farming 'tatos. The red color is 'narely visible from years of hard work, and there are many extra cloth pieces sewn into the material.

-Busted steel helmet without visor: Nice and rusty, like the rest of the tools on the farmlands. This helmet has been "repaired" with a large hammer not fit for such delicate jobs, during which process the helmet's visor part broke off, and now hangs as a cosmetical piece on the top of the helmet.

-Trusty Pitchfork: Bring the mob, because this trusty pitchfork will vandalise any monster with it's rusted steel tips. Statistics show that this pitchfork has 280% better efficiency than swords if a large enough mob wields them against a monster.

Behaviour:
Spude doesn't need no tactic, a farmer boy gotta swing the trusty 'fork, and all the baddies be gone in an instant. Just stab and jab and swing this baby around, and you are guarenteed to inflict some PAIN._{PAIN infliction not guaranteed and may result in permanent damage in the user or teammates}

Useful Skills:
-Spudness (Infection): Spud is no ordinary farmboy. His innate love for potatoes and close encounter with a few nasty 'tato monsters, that may or may not have infected him with a disease, gave him a set of unnatural abilities he can utilise in combat. (Infection Lv. 1)

Pros:

• -Regeneration: As the muscles turn steadely into monster/plant tissues, Spud gains the ability to regenarate. Wounds need to be extremely severe to be lethal, and he can regenerate entire limbs given time (Including brain tissue).
• -GROW: Spud grows in size overtime like a potato would during the plant's season. Neat.
• -Funky Smell: Spud releases hormones that act as a weak concealment. From far away, he smells like another plant or plant monster.
  
  Cons:
• -Tatos for cooking: Spud's skin has become quite flammabe and cannot resist heat for long. Side effect of his plant genes.
• -Tatos for peeling: Spud's skin has bevome very much like a 'tato and it can be easely bruised, pierced, cut or peeled.
• -Tatos for 'mushin: Spud's body has become a lot more plant based. His internals are mostly plant, which caused him to have weaker punches, and to get hurt more from physical damage.

Personality Buff(s): Tho little Spud (formerly known as Joe) has been a potato farmer his whoooole life, he been fighting off tato monsters for a long time. His innate love for these delicious treats affects him in his daily life, becoming obsessed with tatos and their ideas. He sees the inner spud in everything, and even treats monsters like 'tatos. Put em on a fork, cook em, and then have a nice feast.

Now Spud ain't the sharpest tool in the shed (not like the shed has a fine collection of tools), so he be not the most knowledgable around, and he uses his farmer guts and worker wisdom to get around obstacles. He probably be the first one to spot the obvious answer to an obvious question, and he knows a lot about hard work and fixing up busted gear.

Comical Relief: He be making lotsa farmer jokes along the way.

I will try and make a model for Spud as well, just like I did with Sir Spuddington the IVth. Who knows If I ever compelte it tho :P

Royal Rumble!

You guys tempting me so hard to put up all the ideas for characters I never made as NPCs here. The tease is real.

City of Dark Rain: A surrealist cyberpunk/sci-fi setting and plot (still accepting characters)

Great, I forgot to subscribe and now we have a full party. Where will I fit in my kinky droid? I go away for 5 days and look what happens!