I'm not sure if I should be offended or honored that you're choosing Cinder for this plan of yours :p
We gotta move the plot along somehow, right? I'm thinking adding some conflict ought to breathe some interest back in.
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We gotta move the plot along somehow, right? I'm thinking adding some conflict ought to breathe some interest back in.
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Parking Lot
Takahara's speech covered all the bases they needed to, but there was something it was missing. Sindibad spoke up, a sinister baritone lacing his voice.
"Takahara's right, but if we just do shit under Shadow Eternity's name, all they're going to do is give us a raise. What we need to do is separate ourselves from Shadow Eternity and then start the false flag operations, to draw heat away from us and tender our resignation."
"To do that, we're gonna have to sabotage a few of their own missions. Does anyone know the dimensional signature of a Cinder Fall?" The assorted mooks were silent. "Damn. How are we going to track her?"
A Thuggish-looking lizardperson held his three-fingered hand up, and grinned toothily. "Why don't ya track all outgoin' warp signs from HQ? Them dumb bastards sure as hell go into the HQ, but they ain't goin' out 'less it's a big mission! It's like catchin' a trap inna rat!"
Sindibad smiled. To think that a Thug could think so clearly was phenomenal! "That's a good idea," Sindibad said, "So we'll just catch a buncha outgoing signals, and track them all and see exactly where they're going! All we have to do is send a squad of soldiers out to every one of those signals' final destination, and wreck up the place! It's foolproof! Alright, I'm gonna need a few assistants in this mission. Who's with me?"
An unnerving snakelike cyborg screamed triumphantly, evidently voicing that it wanted to join Sindibad on his mission.
A reptillian humanoid wearing a crude rendition of an astronaut's flightsuit thumped his chest proudly. "A chance to prove who the superior soldier is always appreciated!"
A pale-faced humanoid wearing a hideous suit lined with tubes spoke up. "Any advantage we can gain from crushing those who thought they owned us is welcome. Count me in!"
Sindibad grinned at the carnival of hideous aliens willing to help him. Their intimidating features would certainly help in spreading terror and destruction. "Right, then! We'd better get started!"
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Security Camera Control Room
What was once occupied by primitive monitors and buttons had long ago been replaced with a gorgeous computer bank, lined with sensors and trackers of all sorts. Sindibad hunched over the shoulder of a diminutive brown-cloaked humanoid so well-shaded only its glowing eyes shone through, who was feverishly working at the computer bank's keyboard.
"C'mon, little guy!" Sindibad said, his voice filled with urgency. "Have you got a list of signals yet? It shouldn't be that hard!"
The cloaked humanoid responded with an irritated 'Utinni!', somehow communicating that such things take time to decrypt and track. At last, it pointed to a readout feeding from an astonishingly archaic punch-card computer in the corner of the room. On the readout was a long list of coordinates. They each marked the path taken by an automatic world-hopping algorithm, designed to make its user hard to manually track. So long as you had a half-decent idea of how the user's signal worked, it only delayed the inevitable. Sindibad stared at the immense list of universes, worlds, continents, countries, states, cities, blocks, and streets visited, and opted to take the most straightforward route and decided to start from the bottom of the list and move upwards. "Thanks!" Sindibad said, rushing out of the room. "Hoi, everyone! We got our first mission! Let's get going, you three!"
Baux looks at the assembled Caravan with distaste. To think that such a vital task as defeating the Naga could be attributed to such a party of flesh-traitors, beggars, and brutes was almost unthinkable.
"Those who have questions now have answers. My patience has worn thin, and my warriors are growing restless. You have what I have deigned to give you, and so we are finished here. Clear the way for them!"
The Legion's ranks split, and the way out of the Sinkhole is open. Thinking wisely, you take your leave and are swiftly out of sight before long. When you stop, you find yourself in a gently-misted glade. The slowly-setting sun gently glimmers through the treetops, as daylight burns.
The Sinkhole is as inaccessible as it will ever be. The sun is setting. You have some descriptive but largely unhelpful answers from the Ironwood Deku. The only question is... what now?
"Those who have questions now have answers. My patience has worn thin, and my warriors are growing restless. You have what I have deigned to give you, and so we are finished here. Clear the way for them!"
The Legion's ranks split, and the way out of the Sinkhole is open. Thinking wisely, you take your leave and are swiftly out of sight before long. When you stop, you find yourself in a gently-misted glade. The slowly-setting sun gently glimmers through the treetops, as daylight burns.
Three Hours Until Sunset
The Sinkhole is as inaccessible as it will ever be. The sun is setting. You have some descriptive but largely unhelpful answers from the Ironwood Deku. The only question is... what now?
Baux looks down at the groveling Boom, and scoffs. Though he recognized their plight, he was not sympathetic to it. After all, what's five more deceased fleshlings, if not a good thing?
"It's not my fault you wasted your own supplies in the fight. Forage for your own food, little Kokiri. We do not have anything your kind can put to use, anyway. It is customary to slaughter any fleshlings we come across; do not think our allowing you to escape with your lives is a usual occurrence to the Ironwood."
"It's not my fault you wasted your own supplies in the fight. Forage for your own food, little Kokiri. We do not have anything your kind can put to use, anyway. It is customary to slaughter any fleshlings we come across; do not think our allowing you to escape with your lives is a usual occurrence to the Ironwood."
The Centurion's gaze levels at No-Point, and bores through him. A wicked glint shines through as Baux flexes his knuckles irritably.
"You think, just because you inconvenienced the Naga, that you have the right to make vassals of us? Stifle your pride, fleshling, or I will demonstrate the faults of such a frail form! Do not think the Ironwood has any interest in your petty squabbles and power struggles. We do as the Ironwood demands, and nothing will stray us from this path."
"You think, just because you inconvenienced the Naga, that you have the right to make vassals of us? Stifle your pride, fleshling, or I will demonstrate the faults of such a frail form! Do not think the Ironwood has any interest in your petty squabbles and power struggles. We do as the Ironwood demands, and nothing will stray us from this path."
I'd be up to co-gming one if someone wants to start a new one. My story if I did GM one would be a crew going through the straw hat arcs and seeing how they would act and change the world based on that. Basically a big "what if" story.
Attempting to replicate the main story to One Piece is doomed to failure, as shown by this RP. Consider, for a moment, how One Piece is designed around the main character meeting a succession of quirky characters. The idea of a "main character" and the idea that a bunch of characters don't exist until the plot demands they do is inherently difficult to adapt to a freeform RP. Instead, why not set the RP in the One Piece setting, but avoid having it share the One Piece plot?
The Centurion is speechless. It takes a solid minute of thought before he gives up, and calls one of his soldiers over. A diminutive Deku, hunched over by an immense wire-basket filled with explosive Ironwood Nuts stained with gunpowder and scorchmarks scuttles through the crowd and looks Boom directly in the eye.
"He Who Makes the Mountains Quake?" he says, his voice trembling with devout awe. "None know. However, there are two obvious choices."
"One is the Guru at the top of Mount Nu-Goro. It is said that the Guru knows how to condense Nu-Goro's own eruptions into spherical form. When they detonate, they unleash a maelstrom of magma and righteous fury."
"The other is far north, in the Bulblin Lands. Stories tell of a pillar of flame and smoke rising from the scrap-metal fortress surrounding the core of the Crater of Life. I'm sorry, but none of us know any more."
The Centurion nods at the tiny Deku Demolitionist, and bids him away with a wave of his hand.
"I hope you have your answer, Little Kokiri. A word of warning: the residents of Nu-Goro are vile brutes, but the Bulblins are more vile still."
"He Who Makes the Mountains Quake?" he says, his voice trembling with devout awe. "None know. However, there are two obvious choices."
"One is the Guru at the top of Mount Nu-Goro. It is said that the Guru knows how to condense Nu-Goro's own eruptions into spherical form. When they detonate, they unleash a maelstrom of magma and righteous fury."
"The other is far north, in the Bulblin Lands. Stories tell of a pillar of flame and smoke rising from the scrap-metal fortress surrounding the core of the Crater of Life. I'm sorry, but none of us know any more."
The Centurion nods at the tiny Deku Demolitionist, and bids him away with a wave of his hand.
"I hope you have your answer, Little Kokiri. A word of warning: the residents of Nu-Goro are vile brutes, but the Bulblins are more vile still."
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No bro you're full shit and that's the type of bad attitude that runs games into the ground
As brash as your statement is, I agree. The entire point of a freeform RP is to make a story using multiple authors. If the GM refuses to allow for player autonomy, he is a bad GM. Railroading is something that should never be implemented, regardless of how much the GM likes the story he's made. If your story is derailed, tough luck. Try and salvage things, and see where the story goes. If the players' derailment has caused the RP to grind to a halt, introduce plot hooks to gently nudge the players onto a more productive route.
The Centurion scratches the jewels on his jawplate, deep in thought. A tinny hum escaped from his mouth, and he looked down at Dingle.
"The Fairy Fountain? It can be found at the heart of the Fungiwoods. Take care in travelling, little Dingle, for the Fungiwood have no concept of diplomacy. Low cunning and hatred are all that exists in their twisted hearts. Travel to where the spore clouds glow blue, and follow the sound of rushing water. You will find your goal soon enough.
"The Fairy Fountain? It can be found at the heart of the Fungiwoods. Take care in travelling, little Dingle, for the Fungiwood have no concept of diplomacy. Low cunning and hatred are all that exists in their twisted hearts. Travel to where the spore clouds glow blue, and follow the sound of rushing water. You will find your goal soon enough.
The leader of the Ironwood Legion examines the assorted members of the Caravan with distaste. Clearly, by their wounds, they have fought. Clearly, by what the Legion's scouts saw over the town's buildings, the Deku Naga had been defeated. This ragtag bunch of misfits would surely have been the ones to do it, regardless of what they look like. The leader lets loose a frustrated groan, and speaks across the sinkhole once more.
"Little Kokiri, these are those who defeated the Naga? I shall have to commend you all for doing our jobs for us, then. I, Baux, Centurion of the Ironwood Legion, come with two gifts.
The first... is Amnesty. I will allow you to pass through my men unmolested. Do not take advantage of this gift."
The Legion's soldiers chuckle lightly, and untense themselves. Each of them steps back, and spreads out. The Centurion continues his speech.
"The second... is Knowledge. Your actions deserve a reward, though not even all the jewels of the Ironwoods could possibly be enough. Instead, I shall answer one question from each of you. Think wisely, for you will only get one.
Come closer, so that I may present you both gifts. Step lively, for night is falling and my men ache for combat."
The Centurion steps away from the bridge, and further into the forest. The Legion once again converges, and forms a wall of bodies blocking off all access, except to the Centurion.
"Little Kokiri, these are those who defeated the Naga? I shall have to commend you all for doing our jobs for us, then. I, Baux, Centurion of the Ironwood Legion, come with two gifts.
The first... is Amnesty. I will allow you to pass through my men unmolested. Do not take advantage of this gift."
The Legion's soldiers chuckle lightly, and untense themselves. Each of them steps back, and spreads out. The Centurion continues his speech.
"The second... is Knowledge. Your actions deserve a reward, though not even all the jewels of the Ironwoods could possibly be enough. Instead, I shall answer one question from each of you. Think wisely, for you will only get one.
Come closer, so that I may present you both gifts. Step lively, for night is falling and my men ache for combat."
The Centurion steps away from the bridge, and further into the forest. The Legion once again converges, and forms a wall of bodies blocking off all access, except to the Centurion.
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