DarkStar

Casual furry roleplay. Because tails are awesome! Pun intended.

Thread is up.

Please move discussion there!

Zorthria

@Hawlin@DawningAurora@Zenku

We are up now !!

I think I shall be acting as more of a DM then a GM

Zorthria

Welcome to the land of Zorthria. It has been over four thousand years since the bombs dropped and wiped out the world before it. Society has now gotten to a medieval class structure however with much, much better technology. It has been two thousand years since the first mutated animals had begun to spring intelligence and over one thousand years since they mastered the equipment and research from thousands of years ago. Today, the land lays in troubled times, society has reached its stagnation point and little progression is occurring, it is as if something is dark and foreboding the light times in the region. Well, it has been over a century since the last war, it had been over two hundred years since the unification of all lands into a singular regal government.

The king sits mighty upon his throne, the drake grumbling about the peasantry and their squabbles with his taxes. He stands to look out the window and then "Hurk", a sharded arrow hits his chest. It beaks upon impact leaving just the tip within his scales. He laughs, "Is that all you.......g...o.t", he stumbled forwards and caught himself upon the balcony. Then groaned as streaks of blue began to lace throughout his body. He grasped at the shard before simply stumbling over the edge. He fell to the ground, hard, the splatter of his brains and blood coating the stone cobbles beneath the palace walls. My my.....what have we here? Have the rebels finally ended a tyrant? Has a brave and noble king been slain or are you just a peasant boy looking on as the events of the coming days unfold.

Casual furry roleplay. Because tails are awesome! Pun intended.

Alrighty Mei gusta!

Methinks I can alter a failed starter!

I shall have the thread up soon!

Fall of Techtronica.

Welcome to the land of Techtronica. The music wars have been long and hard and have left many with little to eat and much more are struggling as the Metalhead clans to the north have united under a new king and are sending raiding parties into the region. The noble warriors of the kingdom have been fighting them off in regiments known as the subgenres. Each regiment consists of many groups of four to five individuals and has been fighting off the invaders with a passion for many decades. Now? The last three groups are desperately trying to hold the last label alive within the country.

Starting post and setting

“Prepare the bass!”, captain Kronos yelled into the microphone. The final.k.. battle was about to go down. He cried out a final word of support, “KILL THE NOISE!”, the whole city fell silent and then the drums (Black Eyed Peas-electric city) began to play. The enemy stood frozen for just a second before charging. They had to get closer before preparations were complete. Each beat of the cannon sent out a wave that forced the attackers to fall back a step. The voice that shouted orders was sending radiation hurtling towards them. Then the killer came as they chanted the name of their label. The bragging rights of their president aired before the preparations came to a head. The glitches of the code were present and the final bass cannon failed. Power was becoming unstable and the director issued his warnings. Now only down to vocal attacks the citizens were worried the label would fall. Then commander Brady fell from the city walls and their last defence was gone. “Breach breach breach!”, captain Kronos shouted over the city communications. The attackers were bashing down the door and the firewalls were failing. It was total chaos as people desperately tried to flee the incoming massacre. Then suddenly a tinkling (Mindless Self Indulgence-Animal) twinkled through the streets. Four rejects of the grand army began to play their song over the communications battery. The sound hurt the ears of the residents but the invaders? They were screaming in pain as the radiation and the sole functioning bass cannon fired into the mass of soldiers at the gate. Through the city communication grid a voice could be heard. “Make your way to the tunnels. We shall prevail. ~All is not lost…..Brainmash out……*A scream and then a static hiss*”, a loud explosion racked through the streets as the command module atop the city blew up into chunks that rained down upon the streets.

Where are you?

Character sheet:

Name: (Really?)
Age: (Ditto)
Faction: (Genre of music)
Sub-genre: (Sub-genre of music)
Skills: (What are you good at?)
Instrument: (Voice, Keyboard, Guitar, Bass, Drums….etc)
Appearance: (Picture please. No real images….(Only if you have too…))

@Foster@Zenku

Casual furry roleplay. Because tails are awesome! Pun intended.

Still here if you guys are interested. ^^

Casual furry roleplay. Because tails are awesome! Pun intended.

Looking for literate players to go on an adventure with to go on an epic quest, I would particularly like character development to be a focus. I have been here a long time and furry focused roleplays are not very common. I think it might be fun to try. :3

Regards,

DarkStar

A 20th-ish Century Mage University.

If it's still open I would love to play. :3

Pilots Wanted! A Titanfall RP

Still open guys?

Ban the Person above you

Banned because he is @Foster.

Like seriously. Do I even need a reason?