BingTheWing

A Crown of Bones

*Pops head in* Hey, Gowi. Check your PMs.

My name is Keith.

Sup, Keith! LOLOLOLLOLOLOLOL hi. Welcome to the Guild! If you're new, there are some introductory help guides for new players (I forgot where, but it's easy to find out), but if you're new to this thing I recommend you start out on Free Roleplay, where there are essentially no rules on writing skill or minimum paragraphs. After that, it will be easy to advance.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

IF any of you are planning on leaving, I recommend you wait until THIS has happened.

Presenting:

THE BATTLE OF ESTERMERE!

Features include -

- Much more involvement and writing skill from the GM as usual
- Intense medieval warfare in Forest Mither
- Expansion into Rostguard's history
- New elven ranger order
- Possible barber-surgeon hewing through the Nisceni ranks with a razor and a bone saw
- Possible gnomess hewing through the Nisceni ranks with grenades and alchemy
- Possible knight with vampiric kid strapped to back/left at home hewing through the Nisceni ranks with his sword and his sheer fabulousness
- Possible slaves given a spear and told to hit people with red cloaks with the pointy end
- Possible nobleman priest hewing through the Nisceni ranks with holy power, fabulousness and Atropos rapier thingy
- Character involvement
- Similar to LoTR battles.

Anyone interested?

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

"HOW could this have happened?!"
In the fortunately rather intact town hall of Estermere, three figures were gathered around Mayor Festwith's desk, silhouetted only by the fleeting shadows of early morning. "You! You two! You are the only ones that can provide a level-headed, down-to earth explanation! I will NOT tolerate such madness in my town!"
A talk, hulking figure spoke up. There was a menacing, but not quite malicious tone about its voice.
"After some discussion, mister mayor, I have reached the conclusion that the hyena, obviously enhanced by something, bounded out of the surrounding forest to where the gnoll stood."
The mayor sharply turned his head to an elegant, more graceful figure. As he walked into the light, his sharp, cold features were twisted into a dark frown.
"My mages have dissected the hyena's body thoroughly, mayor." The elegant figure began pacing around the desk. "It had to be alchemically enhanced if it were able to run that fast." The figure stopped pacing. "Common gnolls don't magically enhance their beasts."
He dropped a scroll onto the mayor's desk, unraveling it in the process. On it was scrawled a wall of pictograms that were... eerie in manner. They would have looked perfectly normal as bloodstains on a wall. "The captain found this on the road. It's in Gnollish." He winced, as if Gnollish was the name of an unspeakable demon. "It reads -

Agent 456.

Your orders are:

Let Grushtov go without alcohol on the night of the mission. Self-explanatory.

In the chaos, get to Elric Barber's house and retrieve the following from his desk:

- On Glyconea Fulquea, painkiller and anesthetic
- Thesis on the Possibility of Elriquir Forronea as a skin hardener
- Surgical Method #198
- 1 bottle of Glyconea Fulquea (reddish liquid)
- 1 small box of Elriquir Forronea tablets. (Green box)

And Elric himself, if possible. But retrieve the above first. Agent 209 will meet at the agreed rendezvous and transfer contents to Agent 927. Kill anyone who gets in your way.

May the Emperor guide thee,

"The seal of the Nisceni Empire." The Captain growled. "Bloody bollocks. This means war. But why do they want it so badly?"
"You don't understand." The archmage's frown turned into a pursed worry. "Only true practitioners of medicine will understand, but these have the power to make an entire army invincible."
A hurried knock. "Captain! Captain!"
"What?"
"We found Kyril's body in the trash dump! Dagger wound!"
"Shit." The captain's usually emotionless face showed a mix of annoyance, anger and fear. "Raise the patrols! No one is to leave the village! Send a messager to Fayport. At once!" He turned to the mayor, a mix of worry and menace on his face. The mayor spoke.
"This is war with Nisceni. Do you know what that means? They have almost twice as much men as all the levies in Rostguard combined!"
"We cannot let this go unavenged, may-"
"Go home, both of you, and rest." The mayor's face, meanwhile, was a tangled mess of confusion and determination. "We'll solve this problem later. Good morning."
As Archmage Berion turned to leave, he stopped a running soldier with a tap of the shoulder. "You. Go to Elric Barber and tell him his life is in danger. Tell him to [i]stay[//i] indoors. You get it?"
"Yes, archmage."

Such Haukes, Such Hounds

Hank said
I'm already wary of this sheet. If Madde is really the definition of madness, he'd be too unstable to hold any respectable position or job, probably homeless, possibly institutionalised if he is a threat to society, or simply executed for any crimes he may have committed as a result of his all-encompassing insanity. He would have no definiable personality and his extraordinary psychotic delusions and schizophrenic hallucinations would render him utterly unable to function or communicate.

It's still a WIP, but thank you for the help.

He's actually learnt to control it, since even if he's still mad, there's human inside him. More on that later.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Bai, Feig! :D

Gonna get a post up soon.

Such Haukes, Such Hounds

WIP

Name: Madde
Race: Unknown, possibly human
Position: Grandmaster of the Acrobats' Guild. Officially, they specialize in providing the very best acrobatic performances in King Erasmus' realm, but are also secretly involved in some illicit, shadowy activities that flexibility and acrobatics are well-suited for.
Appearance: One of the defining features about Madde is his mask. A mocking, leering face of pure silver, it is his signature characteristic and a mere glimpse of what goes on behind it. He usually wears a diamond pattern of the royal colors as a symbol of his allegiance to the crown, albeit obnoxiously loud and bastardized. He wears thick leather gloves and boots, and an arching down headpiece.
Personality: Madde by name, mad by nature. He is literally the definition of madness. Though not
Backstory: (Include some notable achievements and explain how you ended up at court - especially if you're a filthy lowborn peasant. Those of you with a background in glory-making will probably also have friends in high places. Mention some places, if not your friends.)
Notable Possessions: Was your sword commissioned from a legendary swordsmith for the price of a small castle? Put it down here. Go easy on the magical gear, though - that stuff is supposed to be rare, it doesn't increase your overall power, and having it severely reduces the fun of looting it later on.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Still here, if you need me! @Bee, I like how you took initiative. And yeah, Wyvern, exactly what Remmy would do.

I actually intended this to be an RP where I set out a very basic setting and assorted plot hooks and let my players do the rest. I thought this method would significantly lessen the effort I had to make in GMing. However, my method is going slightly wonky. If I need to pay more attention,

holler.

Such Haukes, Such Hounds

L-L-Lady...

Thou hath a noble heart.

Seriously, VOLUNTEERING to leave an RP with so much interest...

*sniff*

I'm touched. Really.

Such Haukes, Such Hounds

Teaser: get ready for mute royal jester, former bodyguard and spy with a sadistic streak.

Like so!

Note: I know how pictures offend your crotchety old eyes, Max. Just a charrie concept.