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Faction based Crossover RP? (With Umineko elements)

If you posted the Coalitions, I believe I would have a better idea of what I want to play. Quite torn between several ideas at the moment.

Darkstar (Fantasy/Sci-Fi)

I could still be interested in this, depending on how things go.

I was making some plans with TJ, is you want to be privy to them, Schrad.

Faction based Crossover RP? (With Umineko elements)

This gives me far too many ideas. I wish there was more interest so I could narrow them down a little.

Character Crossover Crisis City

Sorin just had a new card spoiled today. Means he'll have a presence in the new set, which is something to get hype about.

Character Crossover Crisis City

Masters of artifice from a distant realm, later ascending to a higher existence? These Ancients sounded like dead ringers for Planeswalkers of old to Sorin. Though some of the details didn't add up, given their limited Planeswalking abilities and the apparently considerable number of them. One spark shared among several beings perhaps? Sorin had encountered stranger things in his travels.

They had climbed a fair distance at this point, and the path was getting steeper ss they climbed higher. They were at a fair height at this point, and Sorin eyed the nearby cliff with trepidation. He just had to keep his eyes on the path and not think about the sheer drop, the dizzying height and the long fall... He wasn't particularly good at that, it seemed.

In any case, Sorin apparently had more pressing matters to concern himself with. Large, blue, scaled ones. Whatever that thing was, Sorin found that it smelled of ozone and it was giving him a hungry look that he knew all too well. Not expecting to walk away from it without some manner of forcible deterrence, he placed a hand on the hilt of his sword, and prepared a spell with his free hand. Both black and white mana flowed into him, readying the vampire for whatever this great beast was about to do.

Character Crossover Crisis City

The System Lord had his own sort of interpretation of these events from his experience on his own Plane. What he said was true enough; one Plane was almost never actually unique in the Multiverse. Each had many reflections, but the differences were too slight to make any difference to Planeswalkers. In his time spent researching the science of Planeswalking and the Multiverse, Sorin had come to a vague conclusion that the reflections were blended together in an interplanar being's perspective. Then again, little in the Multiverse could be adequately or even somewhat logically explained. This was much the reason Sorin quickly gave up trying to figure it out.

The mention of interplanar travel through technology interested Sorin somewhat. It was not unheard of (being the primary means by which the Phyrexian scourge spread), but was certainly not common, either. Even so, the technology only apparently permitted access into divergences of a single Plane, not true Planeswalking. The mention of these "Ancients" also interested Sorin to a degree. Beings older than Sorin were usually terribly interesting, and simultaneously were almost always threats.

Sorin could have sworn that the System Lord had mentioned these beings before, likely in some offhand comment. With a being such as this, it was likely that the System Lord styled himself after them, or wished to ruval their power. Sorin tried to kill two birds with one stone with his next verbal probe.

"These 'Ancients' you speak of, I imagine they are superbly powerful. No doubt there are many who envy such power. Though I suspect envy is typically all that is wrought by those inferior to them." His vaguely accented voice stayed at its usual, nonchalant tone, with the tinge of smug condescension that Sorin likely couldn't stomp out even if he wanted to.

Character Crossover Crisis City

Several of the "challengers" rushed off toward a cave in the distance, leaving Sorin to shrug nonchalantly. Perhaps after they died he could reanimate their corpses into more useful pawns, but that remained to be seen. As it was, only thr System Lord remained among those he had found interesting in the original group.

"Ah, to be young and mortal; always rushing off in a terribly great hurry to meet certain doom." He joked.

He followed after the System Lord without protest, sheathing his sword. This really was the most logical course of action for the time being. It seemed this place was a bit too chaotic for his geist to latch onto a particular aura. They could scout from high ground and plan their moves from there. Sorin wasn't terribly worried; Innistrad had exceptionally fierce dragons, and even they seemed like whelps compared to the Hellkites of Jund.

The trail was Dar from difficult for Sorin. Little wilderness came close to the literal aggression of Zendikar's landscape. There, you were as likely to be picked up and swallowed by a mobile mountain than any manner of beast. Though the Roil was the least of that Plane's problems these days. That thought brought Sorin back to thr reality of his situation. He needed to leave this place and return to his duties in stopping the Eldrazi. Every hour wasted was another Plane infested by their brood.

Sorin decided to feel out his momentary companion's opinion on their situation, if only to know whether he would be a threat to Sorin's plan to escape this farcical nightmare realm.

"Does it bother you, System Lord, knowing this place exists? This crossing of worlds? It is often a difficult truth to swallow; knowledge of the Multiverse. Madness is a common and natural response, so don't be shy, I won't judge you."

Of Steam and Ambition - A Steampunk Nation Roleplay - Interested Check

Am I to understand that there is no magic or otherwise supernatural phenomenon in this setting? I had ideas for a Lovecraft-inspired seafaring/backwater nation but they stretch the boundaries of "soft sci-fi" into "science fantasy."

Character Crossover Crisis City

Sorin rather disliked the tone the small girl was taking with him. Even so, he kept his temper; she was only a child, and she could be disciplined at a more convenient time. For now, there was the obvious presence of their quarry in the distance. Sorin tapped his chin, working out a plan to bring down the dragon.

"We will want to bring it to us. If there is one thing that I know dragons despise, it is a rival. We could lure it with this fellow," He gestured to the dragon that had just spoken, "To where we have the advantage. Something like a marsh, unlikely to set fire."

Surveying the resources at hand, he continued to plot aloud, "We should harry it from above, those of us that can fly or attack from afar keeping it busy, wearing it down. Once it's been fatigued, we can bring it down to our level. Perhaps someone among us could conjure a storm or some such to ground it. From there, we can restrict its movement; binds, barriers, close-quarters battle, what have you. And then-"

With supernatural quickness, Sorin drew his sword. It slid silently from its sheath, butit gave off a faint hum as it sucked the ambient mana from the air around it. Its blade was black as the void, light itself not daring to touch it.

"The killing blow."

Character Crossover Crisis City

The plane now shifted around Sorin entirely, the landscape and scenery warping wildly. He found that the experience was like an inversion of Planeswalking; a long and gradual shift instead of a sudden jump. Quite inefficient, if you asked the ancient vampire. He held up a hand to shield his eyes from the sudden burst of sunlight, but adjusted to it soon enough. The light of day was discomforting, but would do him no direct harm.

This new area was vast, wild and full of huge, primitive creatures. It reminded Sorin distinctly of the primeval plane of Muraganda, populated by massive lizards, fang-druids, elves and dragonfolk. The challenge was set forth: to slay the legendary dragon. For a moment Sorin collected his thoughts, formulating a plan as the others around him broke into discussion.

When the small, haughty girl spoke up, lambasting the others for making assumptions, Sorin gave his input. "They are closer to the truth than you know, little songbird. I have visited more worlds than you can conceive, and the dragons I have observed and battled have been mostly consistent throughout." He paced as he spoke, his hand resting on his sword's hilt. "It is unwise to underestimate a dragon, under any circumstances. They are perfect engines of power and destruction. Swift as angels, cruel as demons, and relentless as ghouls."

He now more directly addressed the group at large, breaking away some to gather their focus. "This dragon likely became legendary by the terror it wrought. We can assume its notoriety has inspired many would-be slayers to rush to meet their doom in its jaws. We could track it down by the aura of death of carries. Like so...."

Gathering black mana, Sorin called to the aether and summoned a spirit into this plane. A seething form of roiling shadow, it hanged in the air like an ill omen, before listlessly drifting off in a particular direction.

"It seeks out where the energies of death and decay are strongest. Perhaps we can find our quarry by following it."