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I was thinking more like every race adapted in their own way, and they probably became fairly segregated. Orcs live in the slums of giant cities, drow are commonly stereotyped as criminals and street thugs, etc.
This is an idea, partially inspired by the concept of Shadowrun, that I think has potential, and I want to try out. Picture your typical fantasy world. There are dwarves, elves of all kinds, orcs, humans, and every other fantasy race and magical being you can imagine. Now, imagine that same world thousands of years in the future, when they've mastered advanced technology and space travel.
The RP I'm thinking of would be a sort of Mass Effect/Star Wars meets Lord of the Rings/Baldur's Gate. If you're interested in helping me develop this further, please PM me and we can develop a plot and lore!
As I said, I think this idea has serious potential and I'd like to see it play out.
The RP I'm thinking of would be a sort of Mass Effect/Star Wars meets Lord of the Rings/Baldur's Gate. If you're interested in helping me develop this further, please PM me and we can develop a plot and lore!
As I said, I think this idea has serious potential and I'd like to see it play out.
I sort of feel that the king idea would only work if he had a large area of civilized society (or at least some of the city) to rule over. A king ruling over a city block isn't much of a threat to anyone. But as you said, it's up to the GM.
Sep said
1st) Why did you go to London?
2nd) How did you convince the King that you were as important as you say you were and not just become enslaved?
3rd) How do you travel between Ireland/London. Won't be the easiest trip.
4th) What businesses did you buy? :P The only non monarch ruled businesses will basically be taverns and basic supply shops. Or have you started up the likes of a supermarket role?
5th) Have you and your business started using the Pound?
1. Actually I wasn't sure just how much of current day UK the King owned. I assumed that northern Ireland was controlled by the King at the time of this roleplay. If so, then it's a vassal visiting his Lord to gain more influence in order to make sure the Krows were treated favorably, while expanding Krow business into England. If the King doesn't control Ireland, then it's a ruler in his own right looking to make an alliance and again expand his business.
2. I'm sure Simon's presence in London helped its economy grow. He pumped a considerable amount of money into the city. The King would approve of its effects, making the city more livable.
3. I think Simon could easily have repaired a small plane or boat to take him to London.
4. Taverns and supply shops, sure, I was also thinking "underground" businesses such as brothels, alcohol/drug stores, weapons manufacturing for non-government officials, strip clubs and casinos. He also could have set up supermarkets and restaurants.
5. If they worked out a way to convert it to whatever currency used in Simon's territory, then yes.
Kangutso said
Wow, a businessman. But I thought there was no land to buy(At least in London) due to the King effectively laying claim to it wall. That, and there's only 4-5 buildings restored to at least just to the condition that people could live in it.EDIT: Hurrah for simultaneous posts.
I'm also operating under the assumption that this is an actual city and not one limited under game limits. Like, if we were roleplaying New Vegas it would have dozens of buildings and places of interest on the Strip, not three.
Name: Sir Simon Krow.
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Clothing:
Lord Krow would rather die than be caught in anything less than the finest money has to offer. This includes the most expensive suits in the nation. One of his most trusted advisers is also his personal fashion designer, whom he handpicked out of a selection of over a hundred of the best in the UK
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Role in Society:
Sir Simon Krow holds large masses of land in northern Ireland in a neo-feudalistic style, but he is never found there. No, he leaves the business of land management to his wife, the Lady Emily, a woman he married in order to acquire her family land. He spends his time enjoying the luxury of London as a ruling member of society and serves as an adviser to the King. He also sells weapons to resistance members and controls a large portion of the slave trade in the London area. Lord Krow does what will make him the most money.
Current Member of the Resistance: No.
Skills: Krow is a master businessman and understands numbers. He hunts in his spare time with various rifles. He can talk his way out of any situation.
Equipment: When hunting, Lord Krow carries a custom made sniper rifle. He also carries a pocket knife in his shoe; a lesson learned from his father. Other than that, he has his bodyguards handle the weaponry.
History:
Simon was the second son to Lord Eamon Krow, and all of his life he knew luxury and extravagance. The Krows are the richest family in Ireland, and rival any great family in England or Scotland. He had everything at his disposal growing up. A natural born thrillseeker Simon left his estate as early as ten years old and hunted in the woods with a pistol he stole from his father's office. He hunted animals and mutants, and occasionally poachers and other trespassers in Krow land. Every member of the Krow family is tasked with expanding the family fortune before they inherit anything, and Simon did this by getting into the slave trade, which used to be ignored by the Krows. He stopped hunting trespassers and began hiring men to enslave them. Then he would enslave prisoners and debtors in Krow lands. Simon made such a huge impact on the Krow fortune, his father Eamon disinherited his eldest son and named Simon his successor. Simon's brother, Jack, tried to gather a force of mercenaries to overthrow his father, but while the mercenary army was marching on the Krow estate Simon ended up convincing the mercenary captain that he would get better pay by betraying Jack. The play worked, and Jack Krow was presented to Eamon and Simon bound and gagged, where he was executed. Simon then double-crossed the mercenaries that were marching on the Krow estate, disabling them and enslaving them all.
By the time he was 25, Simon had inherited the Krow fortune. He ended up marrying Emily Kennedy, a wealthy daughter of the second richest family in Ireland. Not a month after the wedding, Simon has Lord Kennedy and all of his male sons assassinated. Emily inherited, and the couple joined their lands together. Some say that this plot was masterminded by Emily herself, and not Simon. True or not, Emily loved ruling the Krow land. She managed it better than Simon, a businessman, ever could, so gradually Simon let her have more power over the Krow land. They never really had a romantic relationship, but had a strong business partnership.
When he was 30, Simon moved to London to expand Krow businesses to England, leaving Emily with control of the Krow lands. As his death would mean the ceasing of virtually all income for her, Emily respected Simon's role and has not made any moves against him. They have one son, Callum, who travels between London and Ireland to be with both of his parents.
In London, Simon immediately set up shop. He moved into a mansion nearby Buckingham Palace and served the King as an economic adviser. He bought businesses and buildings all over London. Behind the King, Simon is one of the wealthiest men in London. But he wanted more. He established a slave trade in London as well, and made weapons for resistance fighters. He finds that he can charge more than double for these weapons and other goods as rebels are more restricted in their options.
He holds no love, other than an economical one, for the King. If it would better suit his interest to see the King overthrown, he would gladly fully support a revolution. Simon just doesn't believe that that's the case. He sees a state of war as more profitable.
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Clothing:
Lord Krow would rather die than be caught in anything less than the finest money has to offer. This includes the most expensive suits in the nation. One of his most trusted advisers is also his personal fashion designer, whom he handpicked out of a selection of over a hundred of the best in the UK
.
Role in Society:
Sir Simon Krow holds large masses of land in northern Ireland in a neo-feudalistic style, but he is never found there. No, he leaves the business of land management to his wife, the Lady Emily, a woman he married in order to acquire her family land. He spends his time enjoying the luxury of London as a ruling member of society and serves as an adviser to the King. He also sells weapons to resistance members and controls a large portion of the slave trade in the London area. Lord Krow does what will make him the most money.
Current Member of the Resistance: No.
Skills: Krow is a master businessman and understands numbers. He hunts in his spare time with various rifles. He can talk his way out of any situation.
Equipment: When hunting, Lord Krow carries a custom made sniper rifle. He also carries a pocket knife in his shoe; a lesson learned from his father. Other than that, he has his bodyguards handle the weaponry.
History:
Simon was the second son to Lord Eamon Krow, and all of his life he knew luxury and extravagance. The Krows are the richest family in Ireland, and rival any great family in England or Scotland. He had everything at his disposal growing up. A natural born thrillseeker Simon left his estate as early as ten years old and hunted in the woods with a pistol he stole from his father's office. He hunted animals and mutants, and occasionally poachers and other trespassers in Krow land. Every member of the Krow family is tasked with expanding the family fortune before they inherit anything, and Simon did this by getting into the slave trade, which used to be ignored by the Krows. He stopped hunting trespassers and began hiring men to enslave them. Then he would enslave prisoners and debtors in Krow lands. Simon made such a huge impact on the Krow fortune, his father Eamon disinherited his eldest son and named Simon his successor. Simon's brother, Jack, tried to gather a force of mercenaries to overthrow his father, but while the mercenary army was marching on the Krow estate Simon ended up convincing the mercenary captain that he would get better pay by betraying Jack. The play worked, and Jack Krow was presented to Eamon and Simon bound and gagged, where he was executed. Simon then double-crossed the mercenaries that were marching on the Krow estate, disabling them and enslaving them all.
By the time he was 25, Simon had inherited the Krow fortune. He ended up marrying Emily Kennedy, a wealthy daughter of the second richest family in Ireland. Not a month after the wedding, Simon has Lord Kennedy and all of his male sons assassinated. Emily inherited, and the couple joined their lands together. Some say that this plot was masterminded by Emily herself, and not Simon. True or not, Emily loved ruling the Krow land. She managed it better than Simon, a businessman, ever could, so gradually Simon let her have more power over the Krow land. They never really had a romantic relationship, but had a strong business partnership.
When he was 30, Simon moved to London to expand Krow businesses to England, leaving Emily with control of the Krow lands. As his death would mean the ceasing of virtually all income for her, Emily respected Simon's role and has not made any moves against him. They have one son, Callum, who travels between London and Ireland to be with both of his parents.
In London, Simon immediately set up shop. He moved into a mansion nearby Buckingham Palace and served the King as an economic adviser. He bought businesses and buildings all over London. Behind the King, Simon is one of the wealthiest men in London. But he wanted more. He established a slave trade in London as well, and made weapons for resistance fighters. He finds that he can charge more than double for these weapons and other goods as rebels are more restricted in their options.
He holds no love, other than an economical one, for the King. If it would better suit his interest to see the King overthrown, he would gladly fully support a revolution. Simon just doesn't believe that that's the case. He sees a state of war as more profitable.
Yeah RPG isn't feeling well this week, so I don't expect this roleplay to move fast.
It's more that Warren is a small enough town that when there's a commotion everyone knows about it.
"Away from me, woman!" Young Tom pushed Efferea away. "I'm tellin' you all, thish woman be a w... witch. I shaw her shpreadin' her legs for the devil, I did. I demand that her house be burned to the ground." Tom continued to throw bottles against the house. "I'm going in there!" He shouted loudly, so that the entire village could hear. "Who's with me? She's a witch and you all need to see it for yourselvesh!"
Within moments, the Pastor approached the scene. Pastor Van Dale had been one of the first settlers in Warren. He had first preached in the Netherlands, but quickly took up the cause of the British protestants, and then the Colonial Puritans. "Someone has to do something!" He announced. "Where is Old Tom Young? He needs to control his boy!"
One of the Pastor's friends shook his head. "I think he's out hunting, Pastor." Van Dale just shook his head and muttered under his breath. Van Dale was perhaps the oldest man in the village, but it did not stop him from taking an active role in the community. Often time he even helped the farmers, taking up a plow and doing the work himself in his spare time. Some of the townspeople affectionately called him the "Old Bull".
"Did he even go to church today? I didn't see him. I will pray for all the Youngs today," Van Dale sighed. "I do not believe for a second that Millicent could be a witch. Get him out of here."
Some of the gathered townspeople began to talk. "I hear strange sounds coming from her home at night," one whispered. "She was stricken with grief from the loss of her husband. Maybe Satan was her only comfort," and even "The Pastor is an old friend of Millicent. He is blind to her wrongdoings."
"Silence, everyone! I will not have the reputation of being soft on the doings of Satan. No one will say that Hieronymus Van Dale ever let witchcraft even threaten the town of Warren. I'll lead the charge myself you people want me to! God forgive me."
Within moments, the Pastor approached the scene. Pastor Van Dale had been one of the first settlers in Warren. He had first preached in the Netherlands, but quickly took up the cause of the British protestants, and then the Colonial Puritans. "Someone has to do something!" He announced. "Where is Old Tom Young? He needs to control his boy!"
One of the Pastor's friends shook his head. "I think he's out hunting, Pastor." Van Dale just shook his head and muttered under his breath. Van Dale was perhaps the oldest man in the village, but it did not stop him from taking an active role in the community. Often time he even helped the farmers, taking up a plow and doing the work himself in his spare time. Some of the townspeople affectionately called him the "Old Bull".
"Did he even go to church today? I didn't see him. I will pray for all the Youngs today," Van Dale sighed. "I do not believe for a second that Millicent could be a witch. Get him out of here."
Some of the gathered townspeople began to talk. "I hear strange sounds coming from her home at night," one whispered. "She was stricken with grief from the loss of her husband. Maybe Satan was her only comfort," and even "The Pastor is an old friend of Millicent. He is blind to her wrongdoings."
"Silence, everyone! I will not have the reputation of being soft on the doings of Satan. No one will say that Hieronymus Van Dale ever let witchcraft even threaten the town of Warren. I'll lead the charge myself you people want me to! God forgive me."
Every submitted character is accepted so far. I actually have a pretty heavy workload for the next week that includes around 30ish pages of essays to be written and submitted, so I'm not sure that I can make a quality post until at least after Wednesday, although I'll try around then.
Feb 13, 1874, Slaughter Farm, Outside of Richmond VA
Temitope had been planting crops all day. The heat was terrible, and she felt as she often did that this day on Slaughter Farm would be her last. It was a fitting name for the farm, on account of the slaves who drop dead from overwork. The Slaughter Family can't help their name, but they sure do embrace it. Gad Slaughter, the Master of the plantation, didn't care about his workers. At least with the Callejas, they felt the need to protect their property. The Slaughters thought themselves too lofty to care about the lives of their slaves.
Temitope watched her overseer, Caleb Slaughter, some cousin or whatnot of the Lord of the Manor, patrol with his whip in hand. Caleb was a younger man who took great pleasure in practicing his whipping arm, although the general consensus was that he was but a boy and that his father, Overseer Peter, was a much more fearsome man. One of the slaves, Temitope knew him by the name of Baba, boasted how he didn't know he had been struck by Caleb Slaughter's whip until it was pointed out to him by his wife.
Temitope just had been planting for hours and stopped to wipe the sweat from her brow when Caleb turned his attention on her. "Hey, Paula," he called out. "Get yourself back to work, girl. Won't have me no slackers on my watch. That's not what the Old Man pays me for."
The Yoruba slave rose from the dirt and walked towards the man with a proud stride, and with English laced with a Jamaican accent, she spoke, "My name is Temitope, of the Yoruba people. Paula is a dead woman. You kill my freedom, but you do not kill my spirit." She grabbed the whip from his hand and struck him across the face with the butt. Caleb fell to the ground, his nose gushing blood. "I am not dead," she repeated as she began to whip the Overseer. "I am NOT dead! I am Temitope, and I live!" They cried in unison, slave and master.
The slave blinked to see Caleb standing over her. "We got a problem, girl? Do I gotta use this thing?" He cracked the whip, and Paula's head lowered to the ground, her hands resuming the process of planting seeds.
"No sir, I'm working the farm. Excuse me, sir."
Temitope had been planting crops all day. The heat was terrible, and she felt as she often did that this day on Slaughter Farm would be her last. It was a fitting name for the farm, on account of the slaves who drop dead from overwork. The Slaughter Family can't help their name, but they sure do embrace it. Gad Slaughter, the Master of the plantation, didn't care about his workers. At least with the Callejas, they felt the need to protect their property. The Slaughters thought themselves too lofty to care about the lives of their slaves.
Temitope watched her overseer, Caleb Slaughter, some cousin or whatnot of the Lord of the Manor, patrol with his whip in hand. Caleb was a younger man who took great pleasure in practicing his whipping arm, although the general consensus was that he was but a boy and that his father, Overseer Peter, was a much more fearsome man. One of the slaves, Temitope knew him by the name of Baba, boasted how he didn't know he had been struck by Caleb Slaughter's whip until it was pointed out to him by his wife.
Temitope just had been planting for hours and stopped to wipe the sweat from her brow when Caleb turned his attention on her. "Hey, Paula," he called out. "Get yourself back to work, girl. Won't have me no slackers on my watch. That's not what the Old Man pays me for."
The Yoruba slave rose from the dirt and walked towards the man with a proud stride, and with English laced with a Jamaican accent, she spoke, "My name is Temitope, of the Yoruba people. Paula is a dead woman. You kill my freedom, but you do not kill my spirit." She grabbed the whip from his hand and struck him across the face with the butt. Caleb fell to the ground, his nose gushing blood. "I am not dead," she repeated as she began to whip the Overseer. "I am NOT dead! I am Temitope, and I live!" They cried in unison, slave and master.
The slave blinked to see Caleb standing over her. "We got a problem, girl? Do I gotta use this thing?" He cracked the whip, and Paula's head lowered to the ground, her hands resuming the process of planting seeds.
"No sir, I'm working the farm. Excuse me, sir."
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