Apollosarcher

Dishonored: Song Of The Void

@Eklispe Thanks

@RyuShura, @Tojin, @Jinxlynx, and @Burning Kitty

Dishonored: Song Of The Void

The isles in peril, whales have vanished and now with no source of oil, the world has changed yet again. Tyvia without its guns and well-maintained transport system has fallen back into the hands of the princes and princesses who have pulled it from the Empire. With Tyvia once again ruled by the princes no longer in exile, the people have taken up arms to keep those that would allow real freedom to rule them all once again.

When Tyvia fell, those in Morley still believing in escaping the Empire took their chances crying out for independence the king of Morley was assassinated during his return trip from Gristol. The Queen did her best along with the loyalist soldiers to try and battle the rebels, but it proved too difficult and so eventually even royal palace fell. The loyalist cast out and a distant blood relative of the king who backs the rebels took the throne declaring freedom for all of Morley.

Sekonos has only recently declared its neutrality in the conflict and will not aid anyone one country. Instead, the country flourished under it's young Duke, who with the aid of the Overseer's removed his sister believe to be a heretic.

Worst of all, however, is in Gristol the aging Emperor Samuel has died and his grandson now rules the Empire. A council of advisors holds the true power waging war while the child Emperor sits through boring lessons ignorant to the truth of his country. Debate and bureaucracy stifle the wheels of power in the Empire as the royal navy battles on distant shores with marines. At home dissenters and sympathizers call for the head of the boy Emperor to end a war which they believe will never end.

The Whale oil shortage has changed Gristol, only the guard now carry firearms. Bullets with whale oil have become such a precious commodity that those with ammo stores quickly sold them to ensure they were not the target of undersupplied soldiers.

Rifles are now used giving the guards ranged weapon of truly terrifying power, though pistols are common enough still. Most battles are fought with blades now thanks to dwindling whale oil reserves on all sides, though rumors state that Serkonos has found a solution to the crisis.

The gangs of the Isles have taken to using homemade 'boom' sticks. Propelling shrapnel made from glass, silverware, and other such items these dangerously unstable weapons do not use well oil but blasting power. With the recent wars, many have taken to the streets to force others to give up their valuables.



Pain echoes from the Isles, the void sits empty its power flowing ever outward the abbey broken by war and corruption. Each day death and hatred take more lives as the world plunges further towards its own end. Yet hope remains, the void itself has a will and though it has no voice or song to guide those it would deem useful. It awakens those around them in a strange world, it gives them the mark of a dead god then it releases them. Yet they can feel it's call and pull tugging them ever onward. It wants them to stop this, to stop the death before there is nothing left for the void to take.

Your mark has come to you, whether you wished for it or hate it. It has come and given gifts, though the void is not as generous as the Outsider it has also given you comrades in this endeavor. Together you will drag upwards out of the depths of pain and sorrow, you will take revenge and seat yourselves back in the world. Perhaps save it or doom it, the void cannot predict what those with a gift can do.

Sing the song of the void and take vengeance?

---

So the entire idea of this RP is based on a handful of people from around the isles who were chosen by the void. Each of them has fallen from grace, becoming less than they were. I would like each character from a very different background and more importantly from different isles from an inventor to a swordswoman. The idea of this is to tell the story of this small group who change and shape the course of Empire and perhaps even reawaken the old religion that lives on only in the tales of sailors.

Since the release of the death of the Outsider, I've wondered what the world might be like without someone curiously gifting powers to the people he found the most interesting to watch. I imagine for generations he's caused as many deaths and saved many lives through those he bestowed his gift too. But this is a world without an Outsider looking in, picking the right moments and right players to uplift. Now the void in desperation has tried to do what the Outsider once did.

After all the void has a will, people worshiped it before the Outsider. The void has a will it seems it wants the people of the isles around at least for whatever purpose it may have.

Character sheet

Title: (Who you are to this world. A title you might give in place of a name to hide who you once were.)
Name:
Sex:
Age: (Keep most thirty or younger, they need to be younger people
Appearance: (No real-life images, descriptions are fine.)
Skills: (Your combat abilities, try to pick a specialized combat skill. Perhaps a swordsman? Stealthily scout or assassin? Perhaps you are a crack shot or master of traps?)
Powers: (You'll have three simple powers, however, they will grow more powerful after each mission.)
Bio: (How did they dishonor you and why do you seek revenge? Try to be descriptive. Tell us about those who worked with the person who ruined your life. They took from you and then mocked you before casting you aside. Rage burns and you wish nothing more than their eternal suffering.)

@RyuShura, @Tojin, @Jinxlynx, and @Burning Kitty

Dishonored: Song Of The Void

@Jinxlynx and @Tojin well I'll see about flipping this over into a real RP this weekend.

@Burning Kitty I'm trying to change the formula this time. Void powers will be much more limited since it won't be the Outsider bestowing gifts. The other thing is each will have a focus a sort of skill they hold above others in the group. This way everyone is needed to take revenge upon each person who has wrong someone in the group.

Dishonored: Song Of The Void

Well, I'll bump this but I'm not sure it will get off the ground.

Dishonored: Song Of The Void

The isles in peril, whales have vanished and now with no source of oil, the world has changed yet again. Tyvia without its guns and well-maintained transport system has fallen back into the hands of the princes and princesses who have pulled it from the Empire. With Tyvia once again ruled by the princes no longer in exile, the people have taken up arms to keep those that would allow real freedom to rule them all once again.

When Tyvia fell, those in Morley still believing in escaping the Empire took their chances crying out for independence the king of Morley was assassinated during his return trip from Gristol. The Queen did her best along with the loyalist soldiers to try and battle the rebels, but it proved too difficult and so eventually even royal palace fell. The loyalist cast out and a distant blood relative of the king who backs the rebels took the throne declaring freedom for all of Morley.

Sekonos has only recent declared its neutrality in the conflict and will not aid anyone one country. Instead, the country flourished under it's young Duke, who with the aid of the Overseer's removed his sister believe to be a heretic.

Worst of all, however, is in Gristol the aging Emperor Samuel has died and his grandson now rules the Empire. A council of advisors holds the true power waging war while the child Emperor sits through boring lessons ignorant to the truth of his country. Debate and bureaucracy stifle the wheels of power in the Empire as the royal navy battles on distant shores with marines. At home dissenters and sympathizers call for the head of the boy Emperor to end a war which they believe will never end.

The Whale oil shortage has changed Gristol, only the guard now carry firearms. Bullets with whale oil have become such a precious commodity that those with ammo stores quickly sold them to ensure they were not the target of undersupplied soldiers.

Rifles are now used giving the guards ranged weapon of truly terrifying power, though pistols are common enough still. Most battles are fought with blades now thanks to dwindling whale oil reserves on all sides, though rumors state that Serkonos has found a solution to the crisis.

The gangs of the Isles have taken to using homemade 'boom' sticks. Propelling shrapnel made from glass, silverware, and other such items these dangerously unstable weapons do not use well oil but blasting power. With the recent wars, many have taken to the streets to force others to give up their valuables.



Pain echoes from the Isles, the void sits empty its power flowing ever outward the abbey broken by war and corruption. Each day death and hatred take more lives as the world plunges further towards its own end. Yet hope remains, the void itself has a will and though it has no voice or song to guide those it would deem useful. It awakens those around them in a strange world, it gives them the mark of a dead god then it releases them. Yet they can feel it's call and pull tugging them ever onward. It wants them to stop this, to stop the death before there is nothing left for the void to take.

Will you answer it's song?

---

So the entire idea of this RP is based on a handful of people from around the isles who were chosen by the void. Each of them has fallen from grace, becoming less than they were. I would like each character from a very different background and more importantly from different isles from an inventor to a swordswoman. The idea of this is to tell the story of this small group who change and shape the course of Empire and perhaps even reawaken the old religion that lives on only in the tales of sailors.

Since the release of the death of the Outsider, I've wondered what the world might be like without someone curiously gifting powers to the people he found the most interesting to watch. I imagine for generations he's caused as many deaths and saved many lives through those he bestowed his gift too. But this is a world without an Outsider looking in, picking the right moments and right players to uplift. Now the void in desperation has tried to do what the Outsider once did.

After all the void has a will, people worshiped it before the Outsider. The void has a will it seems it wants the people of the isles around at least for whatever purpose it may have.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

A very battered and crystal filled Paladin landed, letting Paladin dock and a platform to extend for Ariin to climb out of his massive mountain of a mech. Slowly a rather tired looking Ariin climbed out on to the catwalk that extended out for him, he hadn't had it half as bad as the others though. He wanted to check on all the others, but he did need to talk someone first. Making his way down the stairs slowly he looked over at Caretaker in the NOAH's hangar. Arriving at the bottom, he thought back to his last memory before this battle, Katya leading them into a fight where everything seemed to just went FUBAR.

"Katya! Don't I owe you a meal?" Ariin chuckled, his robotic eye changing to a happy face as he moved over to her. "I know you guys had it rough in their... Do you need a hand, I know you probably want to go see Elora." He spoke offering her a hand up smiling a little. He wanted her to see he was okay, he wasn't sure how she felt after his near death and replacement by his Werk. However, he knew she had been in charge of that mission and probably wasn't happy about how it had gone. Of course, he didn't know how bad it had gone for others as well he didn't have Paladin's memories.

"Maybe later you can catch me up on what I missed... Paladin didn't really give me much info on well... Anything. Kinda went into this blind." He rubbed his hair and gently looked around. "Spotted new people... And lot more artillery than we used to have." He mumbled, already thinking of something. "Still... I'd like to see Elora too... Last memory I've got is me failing to stop that thing from taking her." He said, obviously feeling guilty about how it had ended and that he hadn't been there for her. When he'd promised to keep her safe when they all started this together.

War Notes

Foley Barca

---

Foley almost didn't have to stop moving before Egwene slashed at his body with that maddening blade. He felt better leg no longer in pain... Just in time to see a massive monster summoned. "...Well, I did not expect this." The bow man answered as he watched his fellow students rush and attack the creature.

Foley moved back taking aim for the things eyes. "Keep it distracted, I'll try to blind it." The archer called as he fired his arrows of light towards the beast's eyes. Wanting to distract or keep it from killing Morgan before things got out of hand further.

With that, he moved to the wall trying to scale up so he could a better angle to fire at the thing. Wondering if he could mentally link his team mates, normally he preferred to do that before the fighting started... But you know, that really wasn't an option.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Hurray Paladin and Ariin made out of a mission without either one suffering heavily! Also, Ariin is probably going to have a lot of question since he sort of just got back into the squad right before the mission. Like, who are all these new people? Why is the commander so short? Do I still owe Katya the dinner I promised to cook her?

Elibian Nights

Prince of The Plains

"The winds have changed... War drums are beaten, we must be ready to fight for our home."

Name: Cadfael of the Kutolah

Title: Prince of Kutolah Tribe

Age: 22

Class: Nomad

Sexuality: Straight

Home: Sacaen Plains

Equipment: Iron Bow

Economy: 500 gold

Personality: Passionate and honest, Cadfael is one of the people of the plains in everything he does. Though Kutolah now dominates the plains as the largest tribe, you would not know it to meet their prince. He speaks humbly and bows to others, he is honestly friendly to those around him though readily tells them exactly his thoughts. As the chief's son, he fought to be treated like any other Nomad and rose through the rank not by status but through skill.

Alignment: Good Neutral

Simple description: Out of combat, Cadfael wears simple purple robes with red trim and his long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail.

Level: 1

Basestats:

Health Points: 16
Strength/Magic: 6
Skill: 7
Speed: 6
Luck: 2
Defense: 6
Resistance: 2

Growths:

Health Points: 70%
Strength/Magic: 70%
Skill: 70%
Speed: 70%
Luck: 20%
Defense: 30%
Resistance: 30%

STAR WARS [Group Driven, High Casual/Advanced]

Seeker Dasaen

Nar Shaddaa - Refugee Sector
The Refuge Cantina

---

Dasaen entered the cantina slowly, the sounds of snickers and whispered passed along mocking the blind man. Only a few heard rumors of what he truly was, even fewer believe them. Thus a moment after this blind mind covered in bandages which many believe to hide disfiguring war wounds a cut purse got up planning to rifle through the man's pockets and buy himself another round. Dasaen continued to move back toward table seventeen, he'd been told completing this job would allow him to leave and continue his mission. Thus he would attempt to carry it out, even if he did not like the outcome.

He stopped and just before the cut purse bolted forwards to snag his bags he spun his staff striking the man across the face sending him reeling backward. "Next time be less obvious." He had just turned his head towards table seventeen when the would be thief curse.

"Blind man! Give me all you got, you owe me after that little stunt." He hollered stepping forward drawing a vibro knife. "I'll gut you if you don't."

Those who drank gave a cheer, now they had the entertainment to go with the booze. Dasaen turned and sighed. "Must you resort to violence? Surely you could-" He didn't finish before the man started to lunge as if he could see where the knife would the man spun and smacked the knife wielding man across the back.

"How are you doing that!? You can't see me E chu ta!" The thief cried out in anger at his less than successful attempts to harm the man.

"Even a blind man could predict your movements. Give up."

"Kark." He cursed it and reached for the blaster on his belt. Yet the blind man was already moving, Dasaen brought one hand backing slamming his open palm into the villains chest and sweeping his legs out from under him next. The thief fell to the floor and Dasaen placed the bladed end of his staff against the man's neck.

"I'm here to a job for the Exchange," Dasaen said turning his head, letting the whole crowd hear him tired of being treated like a freak or a cripple.

"I am not a helples cripple if you need proof..." He moved the blade and stabbed through the blaster destroying the thief's weapon. He stepped back then carefully began to walk towards the table, avoiding bumping into people and being polite. He wore a calm expression, almost serene for a man who had nearly been mugged in full view in a bar full of others probably willing to do the same until he mentioned he was doing a job for the Exchange. No one wanted to piss them off, killing one their workers was an easy way to do that.

He moved to the table bowing slightly to show respect, he then introduced himself first. "Seeker Dasaen, of Luca Sene." He told them not bothering to look at them as he took a seat near Lrone, he couldn't help but chuckle a little. "A warrior, a doctor, a rogue, and now a scholar... Heh, though perhaps I should count the rogues' Kel Dorian friend as well?" He spoke simply smiling a little. "He cannot fool someone who sees as I do." He spoke letting the others know another was watching them. "We would make for quite the good joke it seems... All of us in a bar." He added maintaining a calm demeanor as one hand rested on the table the other gripped his staff.