Assallya

Your average Orc, Elven, Dwarven, Barbarian, ect Roleplay! Please.

Bah, forget this voting thing. Let Adamantium Wolf choose. A GM, DM, thread master or whatever you want to call them, has to be interested in the plotline to propel it forwards from scene to scene. If the GM gets stuck with a plotline they aren't fond of things often go sour quickly.

As for an undead plague. I'm not adverse. However, three days isn't much of a worry for a magical plague. That leaves plenty of time to consecrate, the remains incinerate them or otherwise take preventative measures. For something of this nature to be effective it would have to be quick, perhaps within minutes so that a fallen foe or ally in the midst of combat becomes something you need to keep an eye on. You'd also have to determine how such things are killed. Traditionally in fantasy you have to hack the zombie or skeleton apart. "Shoot them in the head" is a very modern invention and a mere thrust to the brain isn't necessarily as effective on magical versions. After all, skeletons have hollow skulls!

KOTOR RP anyone?

I'm game for some Star Wars.

X-Men: The Divided

Heh. I haven't been able to get onto the site for two days straight. As unfortunate as that is I'm not particularly surprised.

grrrrrrrrrr......

Your average Orc, Elven, Dwarven, Barbarian, ect Roleplay! Please.

How about all the women of the land are being kidnapped by a gigantic tentacle monster. In order to defeat it the land's knights must find the chosen one, a sexy prince with a cute buttocks, and become empowered by him through a huge bombastic gay sex orgy ritual.

-or perhaps not.

Still though, rebellions are good. You can almost never go wrong with a good rebellion. Maybe the rebels are trying to contact the gods of old which have been banished by Gruumsh and Maglubiyet's pantheons. Those evil Orcses and Goblinses are always trying to recover the precious that will call back the gods of light but we mustn't let them, no precious no, mustn't let them. We hates them, hateses them forevers!

VRMMO roleplay (SAO influenced)

I'm tentatively interested. The OOC and submitted characters will likely make the difference.

Your average Orc, Elven, Dwarven, Barbarian, ect Roleplay! Please.

and more... people defending me when I wasn't insulted. *grins*

I must admit I do have differing opinions. I do know for a fact there are places on this planet where a female cannot show her face without being killed and nobody is going to have an easy time convincing me otherwise. Heck, I was thrown out of a Baptist church for asking "improper" questions like... if God was perfect and he has learned how to be more compassionate through the actions of his avatar Jesus wouldn't that imply that he was imperfect to begin with?

Anyhow, back to the more exciting stuff:

--The PCs fail to defend a princess. As one of the few survivors of they are the only one's capable of pursuing her kidnappers and intercepting them before they reach the EVIL LAIR(tm)! Who knows what they have planned for the princess.
--A caravan is attacked, we the common merchants, caravan guards and whatnot, had no clue that the caravan was carrying a powerful artifact or the remains of deceased orc khan (chief of chiefs, demigod or whatever). Now the artifact/remains must be recovered before the artifact is used or, in the case of the remains, are resurrected and he can resume his campaign to take over the world.
--Siege! For some reason, the horde outside wants to desperately get in, maybe the PC's have something of value. (Mcguffins like the Khan's remains, the ancient artifact "Crown of Winter" or something of that nature). The PCs all die one by one, horribly, making way for the next group of PCs.
--Stormtroopers arrive and start conquering the world. They are near unstoppable. Only the greatest heroes have any success against them and only using guerrilla style tactics. The armoured soldiers are quite in awe of those that "use the force", whatever that means. :) Okay... that last was only slightly serious but could still make for an awesome roleplay.

Your average Orc, Elven, Dwarven, Barbarian, ect Roleplay! Please.

ASTA said
Had my interest until I saw this. Honestly, I can't suspend my sense of disbelief when sapient beings (whom, by definition, should be capable of heightened echelons of decision-making and abstract thought) are so one-dimensional in how they exhibit the subjective concepts of good and evil. I mean, is there a set rule that says that werewolves need to be murderous douche nozzles and elves are inherently destined to sacrifice their well-being and personal goals and wishes for the sake of everyone else's?At this point, these species don't even seem like living, breathing entities that reside within a dynamic world. They come off as mundane robots.

I think maybe this vehemence should be held in check. Unfortunately, and I do mean unfortunately, worlds and peoples are often one dimensional save for rare radical individuals. These rare people are those that foment change and which legends are often based off of.

Which brings us to our best example. Welcome to the planet Earth. Maybe you've missed out on the last few thousand years but humans really are one dimensional. It's only recently and only in some rare places that real freedom to disagree with your neighbours has been tolerated. Most of the Islamic peoples living in the West are those that disagree with their neighbours and had to leave in order to express their beliefs. In North Korea you simply imply that your ruler is not a god and you are disappeared. Even in the supposed free world there are secular groups with radical values that ostracize those that aren't in line with their beliefs.

You're also not taking into account fantasy biology and theocracy. If werewolves happen to be immortal only so long as they consume the flesh of sapient creatures you're obviously going to have a problem seeing them as "victims" after they've eaten your child. Also if Maglubiyet, God of Goblins, proclaims "Kill all Humans" it's going to be hard to resist the call when everyone around you is sharpening knives hoping to incur the notice and appreciation of their deity. Even the strongest, most forward thinking chieftain isn't going to be able to counter the will of his god without serious repercussions.

Your average Orc, Elven, Dwarven, Barbarian, ect Roleplay! Please.

Anything that gets past the tavern is good.

I recommend a caravan mere minutes from being attacked by bandits.

Cosplay Gone Wrong

Or we could resume in the new year? The question that lies unspoken is if you're going to find your schedule opening up again after the holidays? I know I'm experiencing some difficulties with work demanding more and more time of me. Though, I do appreciate the extra money it does prove problematic.

X-Men: The Divided

*Note: Included link contains tasteful nudity but as this site is daunted by the human form is a link instead of being embedded.

Sarah Covenry was something of a slut. Everyone knew it. She had experienced her second warning considering her promiscuous activities and today she was pushing the boundaries to the utmost. Technically she wasn't doing anything wrong, legally, but the professor did not look fondly on her setting a negative example for those younger than herself. Thankfully he didn't read the minds of his students on a regular basis or she would have been long expelled. That prompted her to don the outfit she was wearing this day. It was almost like sticking up her middle finger at the professor. It was little more than body paint, just long swathes of green flesh accented with thick lines depicting twining their way about her limbs and small leaves glued to her skin. She'd died her hair red with a temporary die and had painted her lips with the most crimson of of lipsticks she could find and had a brilliant scarlet jacket, so tiny, it's very purpose was laughable.

Sarah enjoyed comics and this character, Poison Ivy, was one of her favorites. The woman was powerful, domineering, unflinching in her confidence and was achingly lovely sort of like Emma Frost. Sarah had considered dressing up as Emma but feared two things. One, she was worried that nobody would recognize Ms. Frost. The X-Men weren't typical heroes after all. Secondly, she feared reprisals. The White Queen didn't have the restraint or the morality of the professor. She might enjoy pushing a few telepathic buttons inside Sarah's head while the Professor wasn't looking. She'd also considered dressing up as Oola, the Twi'lek from Star Wars but this wasn't a Star Wars convention, nor May the Fourth. She'd also already done that in the Danger Room. Her character, Arla in their Star Wars recreation where they helped the core cast throughout the original movies was also a green Twi'lek and had taken Oola's place in order to sneak into Jabba's palace. Like Oola she had been sent down to the Rancor and eaten. Later, her severed lower leg was used by Luke to jam the rancor's mouth open in the pivotal scene to follow.

Slipping sultrily across the red carpeting between booths of the convention, Sarah enjoyed the constant pointing and whispers that followed in her wake. The best part was the totally locked up rigid pose that Sebastian had demonstrated. She would have given anything to see his face behind his annoying fan-boy mask. That boy had real hero idolization problems. Wanting to be a hero, training to be a hero, acting as he thought a hero should. He was just so boring... except, of course, when Sarah teased him, he began blushing scarlet and tried to act nonchalant, as if he had no physical desires. She would have given a lot to see his face when she walked out but he had that damn iron man mask. Sebastian had decided on something she simply didn't understand. He was encased entirely in some plastic armour made to look like Iron Man's, only painted in Captain America's colours and sporting Thor's sizable helmet wings. Wielding a red, white and blue shield in one hand and Mjolnir in the other, Sebastian called himself, the Iron Avenger, an amalgam of the Avengers' three largest heroes. There was nothing sexy about that costume, not in Sarah's opinion which was a shame since Sebastian was slowly developing into quite the athlete. A shame he was thin boned or he might eventually look like the godly figure of Scott Summers. It was also a shame that he was completely devoted to the unattainable uber-bitch Kitty Pryde who pretended he didn't exist. Sebastian, Sarah thought, would make for a fun tumble.