BigPapaBelial

IntCheck: Beyond the Edge or A Vikingr

Two ideas. I intend to only run one, so I want to put the ideas forth. See if either get any interest. They may seem fairly similiar but they are playing to quite different play styles.

Beyond the Edge

A distant star, a distant time.

The Elders say we've explored all the world. From shore to shore. Our tall ships ply the rivers, and the lakes and the cool green and blue waters from north to south. Our World is known to us.

It's true.

But well there are old seaman's stories. That no one has ever been further then 55 Nautical miles from the ocean shores. Only far enough to the Outer Islands. The old stories they tell tales of distant lands. Lands on no map, lands that no one has been too in our known annals.

And everyone was quite happy to let that stands for years.

Until one day in a sailing town on the west shores, a flyer is put up anonymously.

Seeking Brave souls.

We sail for the edge of the map and beyond.

Be you corsair, merchantman, or Old Tar

All are welcome

Seek out the Lady Syren

A crew and a ship, perhaps a foolish adventure, maybe it'd be back within a week finding nothing.

Or maybe out beyond the edge of the map they'd find new an amazing things that we could never imagine.

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A Vikingr

Ragnar Lothbrok is dead. The Great King of the Danes is dead!

So the skalds sing for days and nights. He lays dead. Distinguished upon crushed velvet. Many pay homage before the great king was buried like the old kings. Set afloat on a longship and it being lit aflame by a volley of flaming arrows.

After a few months though the songs fo King Ragnar are sung few and far between, but new songs and news is known. The Ragnarsson's call for any good Dane or Norseman. They seek too avenge Ragnar Lothbrok, and teach the Saxon's that they cannot humilate Nations and expect to be left without reprecussion.

An army, a great one indeed, is called. Many long ships. Many warriors.

The Skalds sing, and many will answer.

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Okay. So a little more details.

Beyond the Edge will be a long term tall ship exploration story, a highly fantasized journey to the New World, in a fantasy setting. It will be slow and it will not be filled with great action. But there will be fantasy moments and plays on mystery.

Seakings, mysterious waters, and great ocean monsters. As well as fantastic moments of discovery.

Inspired by things like Fallen London, Sunless Sea, and various lovecraftian and mariner legends and stories.

Meanwhile A Vikingr, scratches a personal itch, a play on the Viking age of history, with a slight fantasy twist. Viking sorcerors, shamans spinning curses, berserkers and great hosts of bearded men and golden hair battle maids charging the fields and writing an alternate history.

Players can and will die, maybe come back to live and die again. Great fantasy beasts borne of legend may stalk the land.

Starting with the march of the Great Heathen Army, lead by the Sons of Ragnar before venturing deep into legend, myth and fantasy.

Neither RP will be more then 4 to maybe 6 players. 4 or 5 perferably.

If there are questions then please ask them and I'll do my best to answer it. Maybe not to your satisfaction but I will answer.

Mass Effect: Collector Attack

You know what I'm not too knowledgable about the Mass Effect world but this seems interesting so I'll keep an eye on this.

Kingdom Hearts: Alternate Lights [Reboot]

WIP at the moment I'm putting down what I have right now. I don't want to lose it. Work is heavy right now and I'm worried I'll lose this idea if I don't put it down somewhere.

My Hider

Nothing here anymorr

Kingdom Hearts: Alternate Lights [Reboot]

Okay I'm still kinda wrapping my head around the ideas of the background story but I'd be interested in getting in on this.

If you'll have me anyway.

Goblins of the Wilds

@Aristocles

Koglan jerks his head from looking at Hafinjal. He'd sired many children through his life but he won't fool himself, this litter may be one of the final ones he sires. He's getting far too old. Soon his work will all be what keeps him a working part of the clan. The Iron and Steel he weaves for the hunters and warriors may end up being all he can manage. But this young goblin may be his legacy.

But that jerk of his head shows he's surprised. He looks at the other goblin baby in her arms, "A girl." He leans forward a little, "A girl-child." He nods, the father usually doesn't have this much hand in the raising of their children. This is an interesting turn around. He hums, "Tiwa...perhaps. Like her mother. May she be as good a dancer as her mother perhaps." He chuckles. Then looks at Siwa, "I cannot promise to be a proper father to them, I have no head for it. But if they come to me asking for help, shelter and even food, I will do my best to give them what they need. Never let it be said that Koglan Ironweaver will turn away his own blood." He nods, his powerful shoulders and arms flexing, "And the same goes for you Siwa. My door is always open to you, as is my larder. You are welcome and so is your litter."

He gets up and grabs the basket, "I brought you food. Bread, some dried fruit, some salted meats and a few skins of water and a skin of milk." He sets the basket down. And from atop it pulls up the paired dancing rings, "And these...I made them as a gift and an experiment. Meant to rest on your arms or if you're brave, your ankles. To chime and ring as you dance." He smiles proud of himself despite his awkward words.

GoodPick Intergalactic Mining! (62% fatality rate)

Interesting. I'd like to toss my own hat into this if it's okay with everyone? This sounds like fun.

Goblins of the Wilds

@Aristocles

Koglan stopped at the door.

Then opened it slowly and carefully.

Far more careful then he would be in many things.

And there on the floor, tiny mewling goblins. Babies. The Kits of the Goblin people. He gulped, and set the basket of food beside the door and the dancing chime atop it.

Oh how he felt awkward and out of place. Male Goblins did not usually make themselves a huge part in their offspring. But here these would likely have his blood in them. He picked his way past the kits as they rolled and slept on the mat. And made his way to Siwa, and there saw the oldest. The resemblance he could see clearly enough, the eldest Goblin is indeed his. The same sharp nose he can see, which would grow to the spear point that rests on his own face. The same slightly grey-green skin. He nodded, "Hafinjal, after my great grand sire. Before me, one of the greatest Smiths we ever had in this clan. Or so the stories say." He said proudly, "If you will still allow me too Siwa, I will train him when he is older. Pass down what I can. With any hope when my time draws nearer I can pass on my forge to him, and he can be our next smith."

Koglan carefully knelt, and looked down as one of the crawling Kits made it over and latched onto his leg hugging it softly. The old Goblin smith getting a soft look in his eyes as he looked down at the kit. He then looked back to Siwa, "You said there was something else?"

Foxtrot Oscar- The Eccentric Military RP

Sorry it took so long. I tend to get distracted by work.

Oh and meet Colin O'Mulriain, Intell and Recon NPC. Irish Red Head, Olympic level marathoner, javelin thrower, and shot putter, not to mention Deep Intell. Wunderkind.

Current search is for Bounties, names and information on the members of the enemy squad.

Foxtrot Oscar- The Eccentric Military RP

Zurvan gets the fox's tail out of his mouth finally as things go. He hums and smiles seeing his fluffy tailed friend getting the attention she deserves. The fox giggling and chuckling at scritches and the attention. He listens to this information on the sub and what the hell is going on down south. He nods, "Well isn't that just bull shit." He swats at the tail as the fox seems to find it amusing to swat him in the face. Getting a chuckle from it as he does, "I swear I'll turn you into a toque if you keep that up you hear me." The Fox giggles and then darts for an open window, looking back with a smile.

Zurvan is about to race after it when Skye returns. And he can see by the look on her face and the words she uses things have gone side ways.

His eyes narrow, and he nods, "Alright! Arsenal bound then." He's stomping off, business mode activated.

As they go a little red haired Irish fellow comes bustling down the hallway to the Arsenal. Colin O'Mulriain, Counter-Intell and Recon agent, Specialist 1st class with the FO Information Division. He comes to a slightly stumbling stop as he sees members of the Action team coming their way. He goes to Zurvan first, "Sir, Intell. just got the heads up on the new Operation. Anything I can do?" Zurvan looks over his shoulder at Skye then hums, "Se if you can't do a deep dive. See if there is anything else we're missing Colin. Names, dates, discretions, anything. Hell see if any of the people on that team we're going up against have bounties or something. Who knows we might be able to turn them in dead or alive for some extra scratch."

Colin nods and with a little skip step turns down a side passage to get back to the Intell. Division.

Soon Zurvan is pushing open the doors to the Arsenal, "Alright...show time." And walks over to his kit area. slipping first into the Smasher armor, "Hmmm yeah that's the way we do it."

Foxtrot Oscar- The Eccentric Military RP

I seriously thought I had posted again somehow. our avvies are way too similar king lol.

Sat here for a solid minute trying to think, "When did I post saying that...and what right do I have to post that..."