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Current We live each day like there's nothing to lose, but a man has needs and that need is booze! They say all the best things in life are free, so give all your beer and your rum to me!
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God, it's good to be me. You should give it a try.
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This is a love song for myself, for me, by me, everything it ought to be! A self-centered melody in the key of me!
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Come, join my latest RP. Do not be afraid, I'm definitely not trying to form a cult: roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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It is hard work being this awesome all the time.

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@enmuni@Theyra These both look great!

@PrinceAlexus Could you please weave in some character traits/motivations into the backstory to give us an idea of what this guy is like? Otherwise its fine.

@Tesserach From the Co-OP discussion the 'cash-for-tots' stuff feels like its from a more cynical world rather than a mythic heroic fantasy we're leaning into. If there's an understanding both ICly and OOCly that going to serve with the Orders leads to a better life and the payment to the family is to recompense them for the lost labour then we're okay with it.

We are breaking with the modern George R R Martin tradition of a crapsack fantasy world and going back to the Old Master!
@Tesserach With Leofric, we were wondering why he was recruited as a six year old? It's also from a country quite a long way from where the order is doing its thing. Was it you were intending he went to work as a page for an Order Knight? I'm guessing it's that... but just wanted to clarify!
Other than that the app is fine.

@PrinceAlexus App looks fine, and I trust you as a writer but it would be nice to chuck in a bit more backstory if you can think of some? It would be cool to hear a bit more about the Scalefolk, how their lives are and some significant events in Vash's life.

@Nach looks grand overall. If you want to add something about why they're here in Eohamingas, rather than in the North, that would be cool.

@Pragia12 Looks fine I guess - I'll accept it :P


Welcome to Chronicles of Minadra, a High-Fantasy RP set in the world of ‘Minadra’. In this RP you will take on the role of an adventurer in a party put together to recover an ancient treasure, though this will turn into something more epic, with the fate of all of Minadra in your hands…

Because we want to craft an excellent experience for you, there is quite a bit of Lore here, however, for the purposes of creating a character app, reading the ‘Primordial History’ then looking at the information about the race you want to app for will give you enough information to get started.

I’d also highly recommend you join our Discord so we can discuss character concepts!

Finally, there is no 'cap' on characters in the thread and you are welcome to join, even after launch.



The Grey Mountains, near the City of Ardbenn Solas
Year 4017 of the Age of Steel, three months ago...

It was the rockfall that first caught Aderynel’s attention. It was nothing too unusual in these parts, a natural part of the process of snow falling, melting, then falling again. This rockfall was no different, though perhaps it had been covered by snow the last time she had flown this way.

It was then that she noticed the door. Ancient, wooden with bronze hinges weathered green by decades, or perhaps centuries of neglect. It was tall, very tall, 20 or more feet from the bottom to the top. It lay atop the fallen stones like a sled on a snowdrift.

Curious.

Aderynel circled the valley where the rockfall lay, letting herself slowly drift down on her black wings, flapping slightly to slow her descent as she dropped to her feet alongside the door. As she folded her wings behind her back, she studied the door with curious blue eyes. Now she was closer, the wood looked truly ancient, dark, weathered and shrunken. She stepped forward, placing a hand on the edge of the door as wind whipped at the edges of her fur lined tunic, tugging at the pins that held her amber-coloured hair back in a tidy bun for flight.

Where have you come from?

She glanced up, eyes tracing the route of the rockfall and, there, hidden below an overhang that would not have been visible to one of the winged Sylpharim who inhabited these hills, hung the door’s twin and, just to the right, like a smile with a missing tooth, an opening into the mountainside.

The Sylpharim were naturally curious creatures and Aderynel was no exception to the rule. The gap cried out to be explored. It would have been a steep climb for one of the other races, barely manageable, but for Aderynel it was little trouble. She spread her wings, beating them to aid her as she scrambled up the slope, coming to rest, a couple of minutes later, on a small jutting ledge in front of the door.
She paused, to catch her breath, staring into the dark as she let her eyes grow accustomed to the dark interior.

If only I had a torch.

There were forms in the darkness. Tall, hulking, massive stone forms. Cautiously, Aderynel stepped across the threshold, cocking her head to one side as she listened for anything that might be a threat, though all she heard was the crunch of her boots in the ancient dust. The forms were statues, massive statues, 18, 20 feet tall. Huge, bearded figures with long limbs and wiry muscles chiselled from stone.
She paused, staring up at one. The doorway into the cliffside was the sort of place that might have been built by the dwarves, possibly at the start of the age before they left these mountains, but the figures were too big, too elongated for the squat little dungeon dwellers.
She stepped forward to the nearest statue, the one most clearly illuminated by the sun creeping in through the fallen door. At the feet of the gigantic figure was an inscription. She ran a hand across it, feeling the edge of the huge letters. It was a script she didn’t understand, huge angular letters, cracked into the surface of the stone with monumentally sized chisels. There was something about them that seemed to speak directly from the elements, as if the earth itself were trying to communicate with her.

Aderynel looked up at the statue again.

Could it be?

Once the thought dawned on her it became clear what she was looking at. Far from an ancient dwarf hold, she was gazing up at the weathered features of some ancient Turakindi… one of the giants of the Silver Age. Who knew what ancient treasures lay deeper in the mountain?
A shuffling noise behind her drew Aderynel out of her reverie with a heart-lurching jolt.

She spun, hand reaching for the seax at her belt. There were shapes in the darkness, small, hunched shapes, moving, circling. She drew the long knife, cautiously stepping back towards the entrance. There were murmurs, a snarl as the creatures realised they had been spotted.
They wore little more than scraps to cover their pallid, wretched bodies, crabby hands clutching crude spears. Heart racing, Aderynel continued to step back towards the doorway.

She heard the shuffle behind her and reacted instinctively, spinning and slashing at the little troglodyte as it reached for her. There was a splash of blood and a squeal of pain and in the corner of her eye she saw the others surge forward. Throwing caution to the wind she spun, flapping her wings as she launched herself clumsily towards the doorway.

She felt a hand claw at her leg, trying to drag her back, but they couldn’t find purchase and she tore from their grip, tucking her wings in as she sped through the doorway like an arrow.

She lost control as she did, yelping as she tumbled down the slope in a small avalanche of loose dust and rocks to come to rest atop the huge wooden door that had first caught her attention. She groaned, rolling over onto her back as she searched for where she had dropped her seax in her fall. In the doorway a good dozen troglodytes stood hooting and waving their primitive weapons at her though they were reluctant to advance from their dark lair, out into the daylight.

“Little bastards,” Aderynel growled, drawing herself up to a sitting position as she dusted herself off, grimacing at the grazes on the palms of her hands.

Clearly she wasn’t going to be exploring this place on her own. She’d need to come back with a torch, with some proper weapons and with a party. She groaned, drawing herself up to her feet as she spotted her seax in the dirt. She reached for it, sheathing it as the troglodytes slunk back into the old Turakindi ruins.

For a moment she considered continuing her journey to Ardbenn Solas, but it was only a moment. Despite the wings that made most humans in these parts assume she was from Ardbenn Solas, Aderynel was different, one of the Northern Sylpharim. The Southern Sylpharim tended to keep to themselves in their mountain towns and villages, though in the North the Sylpharim lived closely with humans, sharing culture, songs and a language. Humans had strengths Sylpharim did not. They were stronger for a start and didn’t have a huge pair of fragile wings which, in a place like the Turakindi ruins she had just entered, were likely to be a hindrance, more than a help.

It wasn’t like the local Sylpharim had any claim of ownership of the ruins. She paused, looking skyward, then with a kick and a flap of her wings, launched herself upwards from the valley floor, making for the city of Ealdormuda where, doubtless, she would find some people willing to risk the journey to the mountains in search of gold, glory, artifacts or ancient knowledge…

NB: When opening the Hiders keep an eye out for Hover Text to help explain some things!






Awesome, I'll get the thread up soon!
@Fetzen@Blubaron45

I've added our section on the races and human cultures... There's a separate little bit to help people come up with thematically appropriate names that we've put with the character app, which we'll throw up when I launch.

I was thinking we'd get people to app for Age of Steel races and the older ones would mostly be powerful NPCs... which is why we've got 'Sample Archetypes' for those races: to give people some ideas.



Welcome to Chronicles of Minadra, a High-Fantasy RP concept set in the original world of ‘Minadra’. Broadly speaking the intention is for a Tolkein-type vibe to the RP. The tech level is generally around 1000-1100 CE in Earth years.

In this RP you will take on the role of an adventurer in a party put together to recover an ancient treasure, though this will turn into something more epic, with the fate of all of Minadra in your hands…

There will be quite a bit of Lore in this RP, because we've built the world from the ground up, but you won't be expected to read all of it! Not all of it is included in the hiders below.... this is just a taster as this is an interest check after all!

So if you are interested or have any questions, let me know!





He toggled a new channel to Virginia; keying Velia into it to.

“I’m opening the rear cargo ramp. You’re going to have to jump for it. Velia, get ready to catch her.”

A quick flip of two switches and the rear bay depressurized in a slow hiss while the ramp slowly yanked open to space.
@Pragia12@Dyelli Beybi


"Catch her?" Velia sounded alarmed, "This was not in the training manuals!"

To her credit though, she did move towards the ramp, crouching down with the apparent anticipation of receiving a person flying towards her. She paused, scanning the scene in front of her, scanning for where Virginia might come flying in from.
Across the station the lights flickered out, replaced, a few moments later, by dim, red, emergency lighting. For those on the station, an alarm began to blare.

For those in the loading bay, this was, on queue, accompanied by the sudden appearance of huge, ant-like, six legged insectoids - metacer. They streamed towards the bay like an angry wave, some clambering up the walls in their eagerness to get to their prey...

For those at the boarding tunnel, some floors above, this was accompanied by panic amongst the civilians, who surged forward in their panic to get aboard, knocking one of the Security Guards, the one their leader had called 'Aspen', off her feet.

"No running!" the lead guard bellowed, "Get back!" though the command was completely ineffective at controlling the rush...
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