BrokenPromise

Advice wanted for someone (me) who is very out of practice.

@ReksewTrebla I don't think there's a set way in which people acquire Co-GMs. It's simply a way of giving a few trusted players some light GM privileges like editing the zeroth post. My guess is longstanding friends are prime candidates for a Co-GM position if such a thing is desired.

Advice wanted for someone (me) who is very out of practice.

@ReksewTrebla

#1: You don't need an image for your character. That said, if you simply must play a character that looks like you, you could always take a picture of yourself and run some artistic effects over it in a paint program or (heaven forbid) use AI to generate something. More roleplays use art then don't, but I've yet to see someone get rejected for not having artwork of their character.

#2: This is basically not going to work for group roleplays, as the worlds are often far too detailed to just accept a character that was made in a vacuum. The only exception to that would be if you made your character for a specific fandom or board game that gets played on the guild a lot. But even in those situations, you'd fit in a lot better if you knew the RP specific lore. 1x1 RPs tend to be more purpose built for both players, with the caveat being you need to actually find someone who wants to play with your character.

I have seen people advertise their characters in the past, but as a GM myself, I would never recruit a player this way.

If you're determined to do that though, I think you'd have better luck putting your character in a 1x1 interest check than joining a group game.

Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido

Despite the Detention Club’s best efforts, they had yet to fell a single minion of the giga miseria. Meanwhile, their numbers only grew. They were outnumbering the magical girls three to one, then five to one, and now it was nearing ten to one. The Detention Club’s skirmishes were starting to be spectated by several undead tengu that were waiting for their chance to join. It wasn’t honor or fear that kept them at bay, but that they didn’t want to get in each other’s way. Some prepared to fire on the battered and weary girls. Their throats glowed purple, their eyes looked for an opening.

”Ba, ba, ba, ba, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive!”

— Willow

Evil Eye’s initial taunt regarding sleeping on the couch got Willow to pull back her head. ”Hmm? No, nothing like that. Unfortunately, Rei’s mother is allergic to pet dandruff so I can’t sleep on the couch. That’s why I’m an outside kitty.” Her face looked panicked. ”H-hey, y-you could let me crash at your place right? I’m so tired of sleeping on the porch. It’s so wooden, the door mat is too abrasive to be a pillow, and the dog next door won’t stop barking! Please let me sleep on your couch!” Her eyes followed Shatterscape as she pounced latched onto Daybreak. ”Oh? Looks like there might be a vacant spot in your bed shortly. But I prefer to sleep at the foot of the bed. This crisp autumn weather is too nice to spend under blankets!”

If Evil Eye had even a single brain cell to dedicate to the lying magical girl’s words, she’d know that Willow slept at her parent’s place like most teenage girls.

As antagonistic as Willow was, her unicorn was getting along swimmingly with the golem. The steed had no issue driving it’s horn into the tengu trapped within it. The horn spun and slammed, not unlike a hammer drill. Only each impact was punctuated by a burst of hellfire, as the twisted unicorn was naught but a nightmare. The tengu’s bones were cracking, but the “spectators” were descending onto the scene to help their wounded companions. Two more tengu descended onto the unicorn, and a third one dug into the headless giant.

“It’s all fun and games until Shatterscape hugs a bitch.”

— Rei Ishiko

Rei continued to watch as Hizuki contended with all the Tengu. She found it interesting how she could sacrifice her armor for a chance to escape, but no sooner did that happen did Shatterscape close her hands around her. The tengu below had all fanned out and were waiting to see how this would play out. Rei scanned her surroundings to see what else was going on.

She could see Earthshaker. It was clear she was determined to end this herself, as foolish as it was. But while she had avoided the birds coming for her, she could not avoid the ones coming to greet her as she arrived. At a distance they looked like a swarm of flies, and Earthshaker disappeared from View. Meanwhile, Nyxia had gotten distracted. She was baited into attacking a lone tengu while it’s two friends, now joined by three more, swooped in behind her.

Unstoppable Doom was in disarray, but so was Endless Ecstasy, despite remaining together. Oros the Joyful and Acid Drop were struggling with their opponents. Even as Acid Drop tackled one foe, several more arrived. They had not yet been afflicted by Acid Drop’s blood, and were able to easily clip off Oros’s other arm. She looked like a dryad now, with her arms rising up into a myriad of bloody branches.

Was Medusa's Mirror even worth commenting on? Shatterscape was out of control, and what could Evil Eye do to reign her in? It was too late to stem the growing tide of greater miseria.

And Willow… Well, she was at least consistent.

“Perhaps I hoped for too much.”

Hizuki, battered and delirious, threw out some attacks to stall for time. She didn’t hit anything, but hardly anyone could blame her for wanting to intercept a third attempt to pin her down. The spectating tengu had decided to stop spectating, and six pillars of filth flew out from the rooftops. They were all pointed in Hisuki’s position.

But none of them would hit their mark.

Instead, a magical girl that had yet to introduce herself caught Hisuki in a bridal carry before flying out of harm's way. At the peak of her jump, she cast Hisuki even higher before coming down on the rooftops with her scythe. It just took a single swing, and the miseria were reduced to bone and tar.

Then she turned to look at the others.

“No, I will not be turning into a sexy thot for your amusement. Nor will my transformed state look identical to my untransformed state ‘because I’m boring.’ I ought to slap the bajibas out of the lot of you…”

— Rei Ishiko

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Schrade was here.

It didn’t matter where you stood, everyone in Hibusa town could feel the unsettling chill of Rei’s true form. Her lone eye fell on Shatterscape just long enough for the multi-bodied girl to sense her disappointment before it shifted onto Evil Eye. Then with a shrug, she hopped off the roof and landed between the two.

“You know, Evil Eye.” Without looking, Schrade caught Hisuki and set her upright. “Humility is an important attribute for a leader. Sometimes, we need to know when to ask for help.” She raised her scythe, and the three tengu that were about to jump Hisuki from behind were reduced to ash. “Shatterscape, wait here.” Schrade faded from view. But even if they couldn’t see her, they could still feel her presence.

The unicorn and black golem were nearly ripped apart, but a scythe glowing like the moon cut through all of their opponents in a single slash. The unicorn was unable to stand up, but it supported itself with its front hooves and eyed the armless, legless torso the giant had been reduced to. Then it snorted.

”I’m part of the post too!”

— Suki Oyama

Oros was not feeling too hot. It was hard to land a kiss on these miseria, and even if she could, there was a chance she could trigger an even bigger miseria to show up. That didn’t seem too good. She had yet to knock any of these guys down, but knew if she didn’t give up, she and Rainbow might make it out of this mess.

”Alright, here it goes!” Oros started to spin like a top. A very slow top. More like a fidget spinner that was being lazily rotated. ”I call this one… Bleeding Branch Blister!”

Apparently, “Bleeding Branch Blister” caused a flying scythe to saw up all the miseria in the area. Briefly, a specter that kind of looked like Boss Baby grabbed the scythe and flew out of the area.

”There we go!” Oros collapsed onto her back beside Rainbow. ”We did it Rainbow, we beat them together!”

Meanwhile, Nyxia had just finished melting every square inch of flesh off of the accursed Tengu’s face, yet it’s skeletal structure remained strong. In fact, holding the amped up Mega Obliterator over the thing managed to melt away its flesh entirety. That wouldn’t be vomiting on anyone. But she was having difficulty splitting it down the middle, and was oblivious to the flock of tengu behind her. Schrade was quick to mince the bird creatures behind Nyxia long before they could attack her. She then stood behind the violet magical girl and placed her heel on the end of her weapon. With their combined might, The Mega Obliterator was more than enough to split the tengu down the middle. Schrade departed quickly, however. There was still one more target.

Your bones may be unbreakable, but let’s see how you handle a shattered kneecap and dislocated joints.

The problem, as Earthshaker would soon realize, was that the entire thing was made out of bone. There was no soft cartilage, no tender ligaments waiting to be torn, nothing. It's knees didn’t even look like human knees. There was more in common with a door hinge than a human when it came to the bone golem's joints. It was bone wrapped around bone, with a black tar-like substance lubricating the joints in place of Synovial Fluid. That wouldn’t stop Earthshaker from trying, but the swarm of tengu miseria would. The ones in the city were content to watch their companions fight, but these didn’t hesitate to act. Earthshaker was completely covered in them. If she wasn’t getting punched or clawed, she was getting vomited on. They were so dense it was hard to see. If only someone was there to blast them away...

Then a moonlight great scythe cut through the mob, and gave Earthshaker a bit of breathing room.

The golem was prepared to swing again, but Schrade cut through it’s heel in a single slash. Then its knee on the other leg, then the hip. With each swing of her blade she cut completely through the giga miseria, gradually lowering its body to the ground. Once the legs were out of the way, she bisected the golem with a single swing. As the two halves of the golem fell apart, hundreds of the tengu trapped inside spilled out and evaporated. The remaining miseria started to flee the scene.

Perhaps the reason why they avoided Schrade was because they knew it was fight they couldn't win.

Schrade lowered her scythe and sighed. “What a hassle…”

NHTD:ARPWAEHTD (Tower of Eternity)

It was just my yearly experimental/joke RP. Sometimes they never get off the ground, sometimes they stick around long enough for something interesting to happen.

I had an idea there was a reason you were using exclusively Finnish names, but I hadn't thought you were using a legend for inspiration. It made for an interesting dynamic.

It would have been good to try this with a larger group, but it interested me and I had always planned to end it around the end of April/early May. It did feel like a legend despite my inability to go more than a few post rotations without memeing on Monty Python's Frenchman or Nicolas Cage.

Perhaps in the future I'll expand on this and it'll be lore for some project in the future, but for the time being I'm just going to be happy it came as far as it did.

March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay

”Don't hate the game, hate the playah!”

— Mac Ashley

Tonya “Mac” Murphy

Age: 24/11 | Gender: Female/Female | Illusion, Gravity
Body | Power of Friendship, Regeneration, Third Eye | Cradle
Coercion, Soul Jar, Martial Training, True Sight, Parasite, Gifted, Awareness, Overcity Shift, Mystic Artifact

Magical Overload, Cradle Supply, Connected, Gifted Item (Aigorost) | Monstrous Form, Exposed, Mercy, Distrust
Redirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer

STR: 05 | AGI: 04 | VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03
+46
STR: 20 | AGI: 20 | VIT: 20 | MAG: 20 | LCK: 20

Earnings this post: Zilch

Remaining: 8 Gold, 30 Silver, 39 Bronze
Total: 12 Gold, 162 Silver, 183 Bronze

Mac didn’t really have the chance to wonder why the enemy's attacks landed the way they did. And even if she did, she wouldn’t have the time to worry about it. She was holding off (together?) the rooks, while doing her best to deal with them. While she was pretty good at taking a beating, it probably didn’t look like it. Ashley was a girl of modest build in an orange jumpsuit surrounded by a bunch of rooks, ones that had been beating the snot out of Rachel a moment earlier. This state of affairs wouldn’t last long though. Nefer, her golem, and Rachel came in clutch to wreck her opponents. It was also a small blessing that Nefer didn’t make any flirty comments this time.

”Okay, who’s next?” The pawns were, as they all graduated into queens. ”...Right, I’m going to take out their support. Don’t cover me.”

Mac wasn’t smiling, but Ashley was. She made a beeline straight for the red king. Many arrows and lances flew her way, but she had her trusty tractor beam out to catch them (it was really just a gravity well) before they hit her. Not that getting hit by arrow fire had been an issue for Mac thus far. The flying projectiles that missed their target were pulled into an orbit around Mac. Then when she neared the red king, Mac planned to have Ashley swing her tractorbeam and slam all the projectiles into the red king. With any luck the game might end, but nobody was playing by the rules, so who knew?

"Intelligent life! Wait, no. It’s Lily.

— Chloe Irving

Chloe Irving

03 03 03 03 03
10 10 06 17 04
23/12 | Babe/Baby | Spirit
Mystic orb, Gauntlets | Third Eye, Tentacles | Horror
Wings, Enhanced Outfit, Big Damn Hero, Blood Magic, Interdimensional Home, Sorcery, Enhanced Transformation
Dominator | Dark Weapon
Nagash

6 Gold, 9 silver, 13 bronze

"A beauteous plan, my liege!" The mortisan soulmason. Clapped their hands together. "They made contact with us and appear to be friendly!"

"Yes, I can tell." She raised an eyebrow. "You seem rather excitable for an ossiarch."

"I think it was that ‘Annabelle’ soul you infused me with!"

Chloe shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I think I have this covered. Continue to fall back. I still have a few cards up my sleeve."

"But you have no sleeves!"

"Does tucked in my cleavage work better?"

"Very!"

Meanwhile, the pink Bone-tithe Shrieker’s mood soured.

"Of course we don’t like wonderland. We’re with you, Lily." Bone-tithe Shriekers weren't really made for reconnaissance. They were a spell designed for spreading fear and delight with sound, but Chloe’s mastery over soul magic allowed her to tap into that aspect of them to relay the sounds it heard back to her. "This is Chloe. I don’t know what you’re doing out here, but our siege isn’t going too smoothly. We’re falling back to regroup, but if you’re headed anywhere in particular, maybe we can offer a hand?"

Chloe was already mounting her Dread Abyssal to regroup with them.

NHTD:ARPWAEHTD (Tower of Eternity)

I really like this soft gray color. It gives the perception that my role playing ability is far greater than it actually is. I do find using color codes so frequently is kind of tedious though, and aesthetic text =/= easy to read text.


Thanks to everyone who wrote a post. I'll see you in another RP, maybe.

Yes, all two of you.

NHTD:ARPWAEHTD (Tower of Eternity)

"I just hope ye know what ye are doin'."

Hope was about all anyone had left.

Perhaps the horrors of war had softened Uncle Lalli, or maybe a part of him wanted to believe like the rest of the Henriksson family. Either way, it was decided that the nameless goddess’s life would be spared. But this did raise one final complication; The ritual to awaken her from such a cursed slumber would not be over quickly. The fighting in Silver Myth Keep would continue, and every twelve hours, one of the witch queen’s boats would arrive to deliver supplies and fresh guards. If not stopped, they would learn of the keep’s fall, and would send reinforcements in time. The nightmare would persist for a little longer.

Many more would die, but in the following hours the keep was controlled by the rebels. Several days passed with the periodic blood queen ship showing up. The temptation was to try to take them out before they landed, but the more pragmatic approach was to let them dock and ensure none of the guards could report what happened. This fighting wasn’t as bad anyway. The rebels had taken many weapons and gained access to tomes filled with forbidden magic. Forbidden in the eyes of the blood queen at least. She had been careful to recover as many of Gilla’s arcane texts as possible. The machine gun nests had been moved to the back of the castle where they could do far more good against the guards, and the rebels even had a few skirmishes where they didn’t lose a single life.

After a few days the next ship missed it’s delivery time. Everyone knew what that meant. They had figured out something was wrong and were getting together to retake the keep. When the queen’s forces next appeared, it was an assault on all fronts. The sea, land, and even sky were filled with her forces.

The Henriksson magi surrounding the goddess had gotten little rest during the ritual. They had chanted and prayed well into the night, not even interrupting their ritual to eat or sleep. Some collapsed under the strain, and a fresh Magi took their place. In this way, Gustaf was unique. While he might not have been as experienced as some of the older mages, he had the vitality to see the ritual through.

Finally, the goddess sat up with a start. Her hand clutched her bed sheets as she gasped for breath. Her youthful features made her appear quite young, but her eyes betrayed that. She had seen many horrors, and despite her long slumber, she looked like she hadn’t slept for a very long time.

The silent goddess did not have a name that anyone knew. She was often just called the goddess or the nameless goddess, as she never spoke. Scripture was unclear on her role in the creation of the world, but she always made an appearance before times of prosperity.

As the queen’s forces closed in on the keep, they were met by an invisible barrier. Bombs from above, mortar shells from the sides, and cannon fire from the sea. Twelve high mages pooled their mana together to summon a meteor and dropped it on the barrier, only to watch as it was reflected back into the sky. The witch queen's forces realized they were too late and fled before the rebels could retaliate.

The goddess lowered her hand. Her breathing slowed and she looked at those that surrounded her. Strangers, but far friendlier faces then the one she saw before going to sleep. After taking in her surroundings, she placed her hands over her eyes and wept.

It was over.

The nightmare was over.

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Elsewhere, the blood witch queen continued her campaign. There weren’t many cities left, and once she was done here she would have all the greater nations under her control. Then she could start conquering what was left of the lesser nations.

But the prospect bored her. With such resources at her disposal there was no reason to personally attend battle. That had been the case for a long time. While her mount laid waste to a hapless village, she thought back on how it all started. She had devised a cunning plan to weaken the silent goddess and inherit her powers. That was the most daring thing she had ever done. Even when she waged war on Gilla’s wicked queen, who would murder her parents simply for practicing blood magic, it paled when compared to the rush of laying a goddess low. She could still recall her frozen gaze before the blood witch placed her in an eternal nightmare. There was something inherently satisfying about defiling the pure. Perhaps that's why she liked conquests so much. Few things brought her as much pleasure as turning a perfectly functional society on its head. A smile crossed her face when she thought back on her childhood. Her sister often built little towns out of twigs, and the blood witch would always come by and knock them down. Her sister would ask her why she didn’t just make her own buildings to knock down, but it was pointless to explain. Surely her sister realized it was always more fun to tear down what someone else has built.

Before her massive army was a single soldier. One too young to call a man. He had a rifle in his hands, and a sword and shield on his back. Calipsa was not a wealthy nation; each guard carried a rifle with exactly five shots. After depleting them, they brought out their swords and shields to finish skirmishes. This lad thought he could actually shoot her. But no gun could hit her before she could hit them. The boy foolishly fired anyway. His bullet would never hit his target.

But after the shot, The blood beast howled.

The queen’s silver throne tipped side to side before sinking inside the blood beast. The creature’s blood ran off like a melting snowman, and the bones were left on the ground. In a matter of seconds, the illegitimate queen was laying in a pool of blood surrounded by the bones of things long dead. She was surprised, but not as much as the soldier that fired at her. She raised her hands in hopes of recovering the blood beast, but nothing happened. The flames that wreathed her form started to go out, and she was left cold and covered in blood.

What happened?

The soldier’s bullet certainly hadn’t done anything. The blood witch had set things up so that she couldn’t be beaten. The nameless goddess worked in dreams, so the queen's power hinged on keeping her in an eternal nightmare. The goddess’s nightmare became real through her magic, and assisted the queen on her conquests. Anything that could bring down the blood beast would have to be powerful enough to interfere with the goddess’s magic, but such things did not exist. The blood witch had defeated the silent goddess through guile. Had they had a traditional fight, she’d have surely been slain. She could have only lost the blood beast if the goddess was awakened or slain. Either the Gilla rebels finally gotten inside Silver Myth Keep, or her incompetent sister managed to botch things somehow. After thinking about it, her sister couldn’t screw something up so trivial. Such stupidity, while not wholly below her sister, was still unlikely. It had to have been the rebels doing, and she knew there was no way they awakened the goddess. The blood witch grinned when she tried to picture the goddess in her final moments, surrounded by those who should have been trying to protect her. They must have felt so conflicted when they realized killing her was the only way. Tho The people of Gilla could play the oppression card all they liked, but they were no different than her. She just happened to be wealthier and stronger than them. They would all rule just as she had if they were in her position.

The Calipsan soldiers drew closer, guns raised. Her own army had realized something was wrong. While the blood witch’s forces were impressive, they were all cowards. People who had decided it was better to comply than to resist. The idea that they may be in trouble destroyed their morale. The brave among the blood witch’s ranks struggled to get their men under control. Meanwhile, the smaller, yet determined Calipsan soldiers had been backed into a corner. Such simple creatures were practically forced to go forth. If she still had her powers, they would be dead already. Now they knew something was wrong too.

The blood witch could tell they weren’t going to kill her, even if they wanted to. They would capture her. The people of Calipsa were known for their empathy and compassion towards their enemies. They would make an example out of her for sure, but she would be shown mercy if she returned what she conquered back to the people and disbanded her new world order. She might be allowed to live a humbled, yet comfortable life in a Calipsan monastery.

What a despicable existence.

Even without the power of the goddess’s nightmares, the witch queen’s powers were still potent. She cast her hand forward and the pool of blood behind her turned into a salvo of blood arrows. The Calipsan soldiers all fired on reflex. Hundreds of metal pellets soared past the witch queen, but even more hit their mark. Her beautiful cloak was turned to rags in an instant. Her marble white skin ruptured and tore in irreparable ways. Her teeth, the ones that hadn’t been shot out of her head, were stained red with her blood. Her spell failed before it could reach her targets, and she collapsed onto her back. She couldn’t feel her legs, and knew she’d never stand again.

As her strength faded and her senses dimmed, Her gaze was cast towards the open sky. If she could have conquered a bit longer, maybe she’d have taken to the skies to do battle with the gods that resided there. But ultimately, she decided she was satisfied with what she was able to accomplish. Historians would be writing books about her until time itself ceased to function. She was a legend in the making, and no one would ever truly forget about her. If she were ever reincarnated perhaps she would have the chance to try again.

"Thanks everyone. Until next time."

the blood witch could hear footsteps approaching, but couldn’t tell if it was her own men or the Calipsan soldiers. But as her vision of the sky faded to black, perhaps it didn’t matter. With the last of her fading strength, she curled her lips into a smile. And that was the last thing Gilla’s illegitimate queen did. Her reign had finally ended.

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Without the queen to manage her dark empire, it quickly crumbled. Over a number of months, the last remnants of her armies were put to death. Many of the territories she controlled were able to liberate themselves. But the world had been greatly affected by the blood witch and wouldn’t be going back to normal any time soon. Yet the present was becoming more bearable. The newly in power were able to direct their countries in a direction that best served their people.

In Gilla, the blood witch had wisely destroyed the royal family to ensure her rule was unchallenged. For a time, the Silent Goddess was made leader. But she quickly helped build a new government and left her post to the new prime minister. Through the ages she has been sighted around the world, and continues to be a good omen wherever she shows up. It is believed that the world’s gradual recovery from the blood witch’s reign is largely due to her influence.

History would remember the blood witch’s effect on the world more than her individual conquests. No history book bears her name, and treats her rule as a cataclysmic event that should be forgotten. Everyone who served her was put to death, and the forest she grew up in was razed to the ground. Her story lives on as a cautionary legend about a covetous witch who used the nameless goddess’s power to acquire the world. Like she suspected, she will never be forgotten, but she won’t be remembered with a great amount of clarity.

The world will never return to normal. But if things keep moving in the right direction, peace and prosperity would be attainable for a time.

Silver Myth Keep was turned into something of a tourist attraction. Through careful use of divination magic and traditional sculpting, every soul that was lost that day was immortalized as a statue. Everyone’s statue was placed where they had died, though there were a few embellishments. Great Grampa Lalli, while he rode on a motorcycle, was depicted riding a rocket straight into the fort’s walls. Apparently that was what he had originally wanted to do, but the blood witch had made it near impossible to do such a thing. Kaapo Lalli had his pistol aimed at a guard, who appeared to be collapsing after the shot landed. Though Kaapo was heroically posed in the jaws of a shark and using his legs to keep its jaws open. Viivi Lalli was posed dying in Richard’s arms, having just opened the draw bridge for everyone else. Great Grandma Henriksson’s beehive had been instrumental to stopping the machine gun fire, and so she was carved out being full of vitality. She stood upright, back and legs straight, with her staff transformed into a giant sunflower. Boston Jones was also there, cheering on Kaapo while his truck shielded everyone from gunfire, and Sally Dallas was up on the battlements landing the killing shot on the gunner. Even the forces of Silver Myth Keep were immortalized, if less favorably. Chase was depicted, suitably, as a cowardly individual. But he was sculpted jumping off the battlements out of fear, with a hungry shark waiting below him. Though perhaps the most egregious example of embellishment was the blood witch’s sister. She was depicted as a tall, shapely, seductive vixen. And rather than boldly standing her ground, she was depicted fleeing the room, with a dagger sticking out of her back. It was a slightly controversial piece, but few would complain about the sister of a treasonous dictator being depicted that way. Some say the dagger in her back is from how she was betrayed by the blood witch rather than an attempt to paint her as a coward.

Perhaps the most gripping piece was the one done in the sleeping goddess’s cell. While every statue at Silver Myth Keep was erected to remember those that died, the ones here were done to remember the feud and its resolution between the Lalli and Henriksson families. Unlike the rest of the keep, there was little embellishment here. The tense standoff between Uncle Lalli and Great Grandpa Henriksson was on full display, with all the other family members present. Uncle Lalli had just lowered his gun, with Gustaf trying to wake the goddess. The only alteration to the scene was that they corrected Gustaf’s crooked glasses to suit the mood better.

While it is always good to remember the past, one must not forget to take steps towards the future. There will be plenty of trials and tribulations to keep the world busy on its road to recovery.

Another tale for another time, perhaps…

Howdy

Welcome to the forum.

And kudos on remixing the tired "new to the forum, not new to roleplaying" intro.

Come get this Commish! [ and Art Dump ]

@Zweit Any suggestions? I can make some pretty wild suggestions. Alright, I'll give you a few.

#1) I see a distinct lack of Japanese folk creatures, and there are quite a few that linger near the water. I'm thinking you should draw a kappa. Not one of those skinny ones, and he shouldn't look like a balding member of the teenage mutant ninja turtles, though that wouldn't be horrible. We need a Kappa that doesn't miss the grind. I'm talking about a swole boy. Giga chad lookin' Kappa. But he's not the sort to start fights or any of that nonsense. He's actually quite refined, and spends most of his days fishing off his boat under the shade of a straw hat.

#2) I see no big scary underwater monsters. It's fun to have really hot murder mermaids but horrifying sea monsters that are impossibly large with rows of teeth, spikes, etc. There are too many real deep sea fish that scare me to recommend one to base a monster off of. Angler fish or those transparent squid would make for a fine baseline I would think. Unless yo wanted to go shark route. Sharks are awesome too. They don't have that exotic flair of true deep sea animals but sharks are always cool.

#3) You have monster girls, but you can never have too many monster girls. I'm thinking a jellyfish girl ice skater. But she's underwater so she skates on the underside of the ice. Maybe she could be doing a sick trick or something. If you were feeling really tricky, her duet partner could be skating on top of the ice. I'm not sure what her duet partner would be upside-down-jellyfish-ice-skater is the important part of this idea.

Come get this Commish! [ and Art Dump ]

@Zweit Are you participating in Mermay?