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Magic RP (Open to new players)

The cart creaked as it pulled up to the farm, the third this week. The Eastern Famine has not been kind to anyone, it seems. Everyone piled out, Rughoi, and his mother, and many families he'd never met. The sun beat down on the group mercilessly, seeming to grow even hotter as they began to work. Rughoi himself simmered away under it. He let his own anger at his past grudges surface while he worked. He liked anger. It kept him distracted.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Character Sheet (as approved by Aristocles)

Name: Rughoi "the Short"
Sex: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Standing at 4'6", Rughoi is dwarfed by any dracon his age or older. His skin is a deep red, but constantly mottled with bruises on account of his many scuffles with (possibly multiple) dracons. He's dressed in common picker fashion, with robes, pants, and bare feet.
Skills: Rughoi gets into fights often, and thus knows his way around a brawl. He also exhibits a strange gravitation towards strategy games. And who knows, more abilities might be hidden deep inside his skull . . .
History: Rughoi was born through magic. Some wizard messed up his spell in front of an audience, accidentally made a random person in the crowd (a kobold) pregnant with another's (a dracon) child. They never see each other again. His mother was a wandering picker, so he'd travel farm to farm etching out a living. His entire life, he was the subject of ridicule due to his height, and is constantly angry and aggressive because of it.

Attack of the Cheese Monsters

If you had any pretensions to seriousness upon entering should be left at the door. Welcome to the party age of 1960! Where the winners of the past war are now riding the wave of money that comes with conflict (not so much the losers, but who cares about them?). However, as all this is happening, something sinister lurks under the decadence, something very angry at the imbalance of the human population, something made of dairy products . . .

Magic RP (Open to new players)

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The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

It was a while before Minato waddled out of the Armory. He was so padded armor that he looked like a black orb with limbs, and decided also to take the thickest helmet in the room. In his arms was a really tiny sniper rifle, but he lugged it around like it weighed tons.

"Is this the proper equipment?" He would constantly ask passing trainees. "There isn't enough armor, right? I should get more armor? How much do bullets hurt, exactly?"

The Lurish Empire and the Jungles of Mura

The Lurish Empire and the Jungles of Mura

The Great Lura, under command of His Legendary Excellency, the King, is in dire need of explorers! The brave, who would go into His Excellency's new uncharted lands and bring back knowledge of it's whereabouts! The Jungles are untamed, wild, and reports have been heard of men as savage as their home, but now we require our best and brightest to tame the beast and bring the Lurish way of life to all the world! Apply now! Be a hero!

My Chief, I hear fearful news from the salt waters. My scouts are shaken and cannot make a clear report, but they speak of a brown palace that jumped from the horizon and crashed into the sand. From it, strange men the likes of which have never been seen. They are garbed in a substance that glitters like the sun, and they speak in a fashion never been heard. I don't trust them, but the final decision is yours. What are we to do about this?

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Welcome players! This is a game set in a time of conquest and imperialism, in which the Lurish Empire has just obtained the rights to explore a newly discovered system of large islands, unknowing that there were already inhabitants. Play either as a Lurish explorer winning gold and glory for his homeland, or a native reacting to the unknown threat/opportunity.

Fortune or Fate?

"Right," the paladin started, trying to put on his best official sounding voice. "You are all still under arrest under the charges of disturbing the king's peace. I will have to take you all to Moonton, the nearest castle. There, you will all be tried by the sork-lord Billis. Come along now, or you will be subdued by force, as stated in paragraph three of section one of the Code of Law." He hoped that no one looked too closely at the sword strapped to his saddle, which was dull and rusty from disuse.

Fortune or Fate?

Perhaps we should codify this.

The Law of Fortnight.

Fortune or Fate?

The paladin had already pulled out three scrolls and was hastily reading through them looking for the proper statements when someone decided to speak to him. He stopped what he was doing and turned. The source of the speaking was a man, or was he an elf? He couldn't really tell under all those grey layers that made things blend confusingly together.

"My greetings to you, sir . . . umm . . . traveler," he said. "The threat is subdued for now, my thanks to your companion. However, I have a few questions to ask of you. I am not sure if you have heard, but Lord Rainford's daughter went missing six months past. She's about this tall, dark of hair, blue of eye. Have you seen her? I believe she goes by River."

The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

The Armory was absolutely enormous. Racks of guns, explosives, and other weapons covered the walls, ceiling, and piled across the ground. Minato looked around in wonder, almost tripping over a huge sniper rifle. Gingerly, he stepped around it, giving the grenades a wide berth. All of them looked larger than they should, well, at least according to his experience with Call of Duty. He shuddered, trying not to imagine breaking his shoulder on the recoil.