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The Maze

I like this concept.
It would require A LOT of work from the GM's.
Recording everyone's location, answering the left/right turns.
Dealing with the monsters/traps and changing scenery.

I feel the map should be known only by the GM's.
It would need a good legend and clever challenges.

That's the type of game I'm imagining and would like to play anyway ;)

Strange New Waters - Concluded

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Dr. Jonathan Baynard

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Location:Port of Tortuga

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Jon almost couldn't comprehend what he heard. For what possible reason could a proper lady such as Millicent have to be all the way out here, and all alone. He paused, first hoping for it to be a foul joke or some dry sense of humor.
He was not so lucky. Next he had to face the implications this information rested on his situation. For what ever her reasons, Millicemt had them, and Jon while now free still had no way home.

"The Faithful Bride." He spoke softly, pondering on the name. Distant thoughts coming to interrupt his current conundrum. Shaking them from his head he carries on.
"The Faithful Bride, sounds as good place as any to start. Lead the way m'lady."

Jon knew now was not the time for further questions. Millicent's frustrations were clear and he didn't want to push away his only connection. He pondered on many things as he followed her in silence.
Why was she here? She seemed to have her bearings and familiarity with a few places, just how long had she been here?

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

Arex had long since started residing in the engine room. His escapades spilling out into the cargo bay and the storage locker beneath the stairs. Down there he kept to himself, causing no more trouble or waves for the rest of the crew. He remained busy while keeping to himself. Mechanical projects, schematics, tools and research all lay scattered about the place in a seemingly haphazard chaotic mess.

He had succumb to the realisation of what it is that he truly was.
Begrudgingly he had accepted that fact. He was a manufactured weapon of untapped potential. He was a soldier, a killing machine, void of a future or a past, an expendable asset, an experiment...
Residing to these harsh truths Arex realised everything else would be but an illusion, emotions and self interests were but a superficial distraction offering a false sense of self. He focused himself entirely on realising and awakening his capabilities.

If he was built to be a weapon, a weapon he would be.

With that acceptance, progress came in leaps and bounds. He could now willingly tap into his telekinetic abilities instead of them purely acting as a reflex. He could call upon the cold efficient deadly calculations, senses and reactions of his dormant deltanian mind. He knew the limits and over charging capabilities of his cybernetic limbs and BioMechanical implants. He was a new man. He was a new warrior.

Dragons Cry, a Fairy Tail story

Putting dibs on a celestial dragon slayer should the GM's approve it.
I'll have a character up in the next few days.

Dragons Cry, a Fairy Tail story

What elements are currently taken?

Fairy Tail RP

I'll watch this, see how it goes.

Pokemon: New World

Bit of a rushed post, next one will be better ;)

Pokemon: New World

After interceptions
Bidein 31-Flame Charge -> Pawniard
Prinplup 31-Peck, -> Pawniard
Prinplup - maybe bubble beam -> machop
Duskull 28-will o wisp + hex -> Pawniard
Gastly -confuse Ray -> Zubat

"Thats it Metang, keep it up! Make them fight their own."
The mechanic said with a smile. "That's a true test for a trainer."

Azerus Jr

Greenhaven

48

With an onslaught of attacks coming AJ had to think quick.
"Pawniard! Iron defence. Defend the others. " AJ quickly shouted.

Obeying instantly Pawniard threw himself between the Metang and the Duskull, intercepting the attacks at the very last moment. They hurt him badly, the pain from the burn appearing persistent. Either it was his type advantage or just his fighting spirit, but still he didn't stop. Landing beside Machop he proudly interrupted the prinplup's pecks by deflecting or blocking them with his long strengthened blades.

It was then Fletchinder smacked into him from the side completely wiping Pawniard out of the battle in a blazing flash.
Machop wasted no time and took advantage of the distraction leaping forward to grapple its opponent, Prinplup by its beak. Using its sheer strength over skill or power to try momentarily disable its foe and prevent the bubble beam.

"Zubat! Counter gastly's confuse Ray with your own confuse Ray!" So it did. Zubat flew in front of Gastly and threw a confuse ray right back at it. Azerus wasn't quite sure what was going to end up happening over there. Leaving them at it, he had protected Metang for a little bit longer.

As Vivian finally came to the battle AJ added his own roggenrola and Anon to aid Spheal in battling her Pokemon.

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(Machop 1, weird grapple thing -> Prinplup
Zubat 3, confuse ray-> Ghastly
Rhyhorn 17, (Fainted)
Spheal 2, battling -> Viv
Anon battling -> Viv
Roggenrola battling -> Viv
Pawniard, (fainted) Iron defence -> Naunet/Duskull/Bidein)

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Azerus

TP:

79
+1 (post)
+ 1(league)

TP=81

INVENTORY:

POKEMON:

• Roggenrola-8
• Rhyhorn-16
• Zubat-3,
• Spheal-2,
• Pawniard-3
• Aron-1
• Machop 1

Vivian

Greenhaven

46

Vivian is battling to the side.

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Vivian

TP

84
+1 post
+1 (HHG)
TP=86

INVENTORY:

• pokeball x1
• travel rations + supplies

POKEMON:

• Flabebe- 17 (+1sr)
• Petilil- 6 (+1sr)
• Ferroseed-2 (+1sr)
• Rowlet-1 (+1sr)
• empty
• empty

Strange New Waters - Concluded

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Dr. Jonathan Baynard

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Location:Port of Tortuga

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Jon didn't know where he was going, he just kept walking. Fearing that to stop would mean drowning. Drowning in the filth of this place, the wayward violence. The morale-less, fractious lawlessness. The vile depraved inconsiderate egomania. To Jon these people were the epitome of all that was wrong with man. Jon feared that to stop moving would mean he was apart of it, that he would somehow get sucked right back into it. That his freedom would be instant snatched right back from him and he would be forced to return to all the slavery, the torture, the abuse, the killing. But there was no escape. It was not like he could just keep running and somehow end up at home. Not from here.

Finally pausing, a great distance from the docks, he turns to look at Millicent. Unknowingly he had been squeezing her arm tight as he pulled her behind him. Clinging to the faintest slither of comfort and familiarity he could find.
"My lady, what, I mean... Why are you here? What brings you to this godless place? You must take me home with you! When do you leave? Where are the others?
When do we go home?"
It was clear in his eyes and on his voice. Jon was reaching for what he desired most. He was tricking himself, refusing to consider anything else or see things as they were.

Hope could also be a cruel thing to one as desperate as Jon.

Space merc's -luxury transport- (seeking members)

That's up to you. We can meet you shortly if you like, you could even be the one who called us or maybe just nearby.
Alternatively you could just be asleep on the ship.
What ever your idea let me know and I'll try work it in.