Dark Cloud

Into the Unknown (A Play-by-Post Survival RPG)

@Kenshi

You awaken upon a sandy shoreline, wearing the tattered remains of your clothes. Your in pain but it's only minor and it seems to be coming from your head, like you may have hit it but you don't quite think you did.

The shoreline is small and where the sand disappears the treetop lining of tall thick trees with vines hanging from the thick canopies of leaves, you can hear the faint sound of guttural noises and whistles within the trees.

SYSTEM STATS

Status: Minor Conclusion, Amnesia. (Concusion is just thematic, your Amnesia will make remembering your life before this very hard. Until you can jog the memory)

Into the Unknown (A Play-by-Post Survival RPG)

@Kenshi you still in?

Into the Unknown (A Play-by-Post Survival RPG)

Current Survivor

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Raymond Morris played by @evierose

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Deceased Survivors

TO BE FILLED

Into the Unknown (A Play-by-Post Survival RPG)

@Kenshi Accepted let's get started.

Into the Unknown (A Play-by-Post Survival RPG)

SURVIVE OR DIE

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See Interest Check For Rules

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This is primarily experimental and I want to run it one person at a time to work out the kinks, so I'll reopen whenever a player character dies and go from there. Behind the scenes I will be rolling a d100 to determine the degree of success in your actions and how much EXP is gained by the use of your actions.

Current Survivor

N/A

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

@Heckno12 I may not have time for this, I didn't realize how much is on my plate currently and I need to drop a bunch of rp's I'll let you know soon if I have a solid answer.

Relics of the First Age

WIP

Heindell Ironbjorn

Name: Heindell Ironbjorn
Age: 200
Gender: Male
Faction/Allegiance:

- The Artificer Coalition -

^{- Faction -}

Before the Third Age the dwarves, or at least some of them decided to retreat deeper within the earth and far from the conflict raging above the surface. Taking many of their various works with them and deciding to wait out the chaos until the beginning of the Third Age when the dwarves of the deep came up with their various works of craftsmanship, with things such as simple automata made from bronze and fuelled by compressed and superheated air intermingled with magic. However they were met with superstition at their alien craftsmanship and driven to near extinction, however some children can trace their bloodlines to the Deep-kin. Several surviving members of the Deep-kin established an order amongst the dwarves.

Current Mood in One Gif

Crossover Town

@Dark Cloud Jesse generally didn't trust strange liquids. He vaguely remembered seeing someone melt from acid as a kid, then having nightmares from then on that all water sources were corrosive. As he was about to decline, he noticed signs of intoxication with the old man, and took the flask and sipped.

"Hoo!" Jesse exclaimed "Thats not vodka. Thats...something else." He noticed Zyx in the corner, and remembered what he was doing that lead him here.

"Hey, you don't know someone named Morty, do you?"

@Kenshi The alarm blared and everyone in the store and outside nearby could hear. As soon as the manager showed up with a shotgun, he took one look at Uber Jason and immediately ran out the emergency exit. Like every other time someone caused trouble, someone was bound to show up and deal with the situation. Alas no Terminator showed, but things like him did. Two T-1 machines rolled along the street on treads as people looked on speculating on if "Jason vs Terminator" was a possible upcoming movie, when the machines rotated their guns and started mowing people down. When they got to Jason, they laid into him with their machineguns.

@MikkishtheLeprechaun

"Yeah he-he's*belches* my dumbass grandson, why you seen him? Beth will kill me if that little shit gets killed...And I don't have him insured." sighing Rick took the flask back.

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

*Starts sweating profusely* Better get my sheet done today.