Eisenhorn

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

Alright, sorted out finally. Apologies for the delay.

CS

Name:
"Gerard Voss, Manipulator of Mana, Magitech, and all sorts of tricks in between. At your service, for a modest fee of course.

Species:
"Far too tall to be a Dwarf, ears too blunt to be an Elf, and nowhere near hairy enough to be a Leveret. Oh, and solid, so no slime. Human it is then!"

Gender:
"Male, though I'm sure the stubble and lack of curves didn't give that away at all."

Age:
"Late thirties, early forties, I think? I lose track, not something that is terribly relevant."

Note: Current age is 41.

Birthplace:
"Some small village out in the middle of nowhere, out beyond the swamps and at least a weeks travel from Wanderneir."

Note: Saker Keep, the village in question, has close ties in trade with the Dwarves of nearby mountains. Settled in the ruins of an old Human castle, they tend to fend off bandits and the like on a routine basis, meaning that the technology they received from the dwarves as part of trading has had to be weaponized.

Current Location:
"Seeing what's to see in Wanderneir, curious name that. Perhaps do some commission work, see if anything interesting jumps up, otherwise move on..."

Mental Description:
"A flippant nuisance and far too eager to tinker for his own good. Ahh, such kind words, aren't they? The dwarves may not have been wrong though."

Gerard is a tinkerer, an experimenter, and explorer by nature. Always pushing his creations and even his own body to their limits whenever it suits him, he tends to get up to his neck in trouble if for no other reason than to see how well he can get out of it. Being a drifter and wanderer at heart, he tends not to hang around in any one place for too long unless something interesting or otherwise engaging is going on. Of course, he cannot simply wander for free, and often finds himself in the employ of all sorts, and is certainly willing to do dirty work to line his pockets before going about his business. Outside of doing business, he has little regard for anything that doesn't hold his interest, be it curious beings, curious technology, curious magic, or merely strange occurrences. That being said, he can be counted on to (begrudgingly) assist those he finds as friends, in his own special way that may or may not be actually seen as helpful in the short term. Or the long term, depending on the original goal, but he will help.

Strengths:
"I'm a tinkerer with magitech, what more could I need?"

What is obvious from Gerard's equipment is that, despite his human birth, he has every intent of not only matching the Dwarves and their technological marvels, but even surpassing them. He maintains and builds his own equipment, and is a deft hand in puzzling out even ancient technology that is still running even after all this time. Fitting for a Magitech focused man, he has the ability to manipulate the Mana that is in the air and always around him, though to what extent he keeps a closely guarded secret. To go along with this, he has a deft hand and sharp eyes, able to pick out minute details and do things that require fine motor control. What is less obvious is the fact that he is competent at first aid and treating injuries, mostly his own since he has had things quite literally blow up in his face before. Outside of this, he is used to making ends meet with very little, and living out in the wilds when traveling, exploring, and plunging headlong into the places destroyed and forgotten during the war.

Drawbacks:
"Flaws, me? I'm flawless. Really, cross my heart and hope to die."

Despite boasting, Gerard is, in fact, not a flawless human being. Compared to others of his species, he is not terribly strong, reliant on dexterity and agility to make ends meet. Given his flippant, and often times secretive, attitude, he can rather easily make enemies regardless of whether or not he intends to or not. Add in the fact that nothing is off limits, and he believes he can go wherever he pleases if it suits his interests and needs, he can find himself in hot water in a hurry. He also has far too much confidence in his experimental, and temperamental, magitech inventions, meaning that should all of it fail, he'll be down to whatever is on hand and his own wits to get by.

Current Magitech Inventions

Experimental Longcaster:
"My second, and longest running, project. Ease of use of a crossbow, without all the fussing about. At least in theory."

The long metal contraption that is on his back most of the time, Gerard refers to it as a "Longcaster", not the most imaginative of names, but it gets the point across. Comparable to what one might consider a wheellock mechanism, though it does not unwind when fired to generate sparks. The windings instead control how cohesive the pure mana slug in the mana condensing crystals that line the weapon's internals is. The more tightly wound the control spring, the longer reaching the slug is. Of course, more cohesiveness takes longer for the weapon to naturally draw upon ambient mana to recharge, and while Gerard can certainly use his own ability to manipulate mana to forcefully recharge the chamber, doing so in rapid succession can lead to the crystals overheating or outright exploding. Notably, when fully unwound, instead of a single slug, the weapon emits a blast of mana that acts more like an explosive than a single shot, unintentionally useful for close defense.

Prototype Shortcaster
"Yes, it's still technically a prototype, but its my most reliable and successful creation."
Originally with only one barrel, and far more simplistic, Gerard's imaginative naming conventions have continued even now. Having evolved from its humble origins, the contraption has six barrels, each lined with crystals capable of drawing in and containing mana until agitated into a violent release. While not capable of creating blasts that maintain cohesiveness for nearly as long or far as the Longcaster, but he can chain up to six blasts of damaging mana slugs in rapid succession before having to either let the crystals recharge on their own or manually force them to accept mana he manipulates into the barrels. While it may look like it, the thing does not actually rotate freely, a lever on the box holding the six barrels in place can be flicked to change which barrel is being agitated into firing off its charge.

General Note: As more things are created, stolen and modified, or otherwise come into his possession, they will be added into this list.

Background Information:
"Now, where's the fun in spelling out everything? No, no you get to find out the hard way."

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

Hmm, this does seem to have the potential to be rather interesting, I'll be getting started on a character then.

Star Wars: Holdouts

Weiland Voss

Name: Weiland Voss

Species: Lorrdian

Age: 31

Major Skills:
- Demolitions -
A long running lineage of training and knowledge, handed down from father to son, coupled with practical experience earned in the field makes Weiland an absolute savant when it comes to anything explosive. Whether using formal, proper explosives, improvising his own, or even (much to his usual disappointment) disarming them, its unlikely for Weiland to be caught unawares by any sort of ordinance.

- Close Quarters Combat -
Despite his wishes, Weiland has to acknowledge that once someone is close enough, employing a thermal detonator or any sort of explosive could prove hazardous to more than the target. Fittingly, he has learned to defend himself up close and personal. While he doesn't follow a single discipline for fighting in a melee, he employs tricks and techniques he has picked up wandering as a mercenary, and fights dirty without a second thought.

Minor Skills:
- Body Language and Non Verbal Communication -
Despite his explosive preferences, Weiland is a Lorrdian through and through, meaning he has a natural talent for non verbal communication, and giving away absolutely nothing that he does not intend to give away. This also extends to reading the body language of others, as even the slightest shift of balance and posture could indicate trouble, or a complete lack thereof.

- Marksmanship -
Not his forte, by any stretch, Weiland is still a reliable shot, just not a great one. If he can't blow it up, or punch it out, odds are he can at least give them something to think about as he puts blaster shots down range towards whatever is needing to be shot. Given that some folks do not take kindly to the explosive route, he often has to fall back on this when he is part of a team that does not want high amounts of collateral damage.

Character Flaws:
- One Track Mind -
He has a nasty habit of focusing on a problem or task, to the point of missing other, possibly easier, means of accomplishing a task or a goal. He is still aware of his surroundings, mind you, but his focus on a task or problem can rob him of a larger picture view at times.

- Passionate -
Much like others of his kind, Weiland despises slavery, slavers, and the like. So much so that not only has he refused contracts from known slavers, he has gone out of his way to hinder, harass, or outright murder them. Considering these activities were oft in the Outer Rim, and in places where the only law is the law that someone holds themselves to, it was not such a problem. Operating in more civilized space? Keeping him from gunning down a slaver, even one doing legal business, will be a concern.

- Distrustful -
Weiland might be chatty and polite when he wants to be, but that doesn't mean he is trusting the person in the slightest. His distrust of unknowns and casual acquaintances is at a level that one might consider paranoid instead of being merely diligent. He tends to plan around others failing their tasks, or outright betraying them, and it takes a great deal of work to actually get into his good books. More like good pamphlets, really, considering how few are trusted on a routine basis.

- Flippant -
While some may view this as a lack of respect towards authority, in all reality, Weiland just has a general disregard for solemn or serious situations. Which often translates into a disregard towards authority, given the fact he tends to remark in a mocking or non serious manner. Also described as a devil may care attitude, though he does certainly care about some things. Just, most of the time, not the situation at hand.

Equipment
+ FC-1 Flechette Launcher
+ S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol (Modified to allow use as an Ascension Gun, grappling and ascending, or descending, from a given location)
+ Padded Blaster Resistant Breast Plate (Worn under normal attire)
+ All Weather Cloak
+ A hardened backpack loaded with his explosives. These include Thermal Detonators, Fragmentation grenades, a few Ion Grenades, two smoke grenades, and a pair of explosive charges at the bottom of the backpack for demolitions work. Anything beyond this default kit, he would have to prepare ahead of time.

Brief Background:
Weiland is the son of security forces on Lorrd, though whether or not he is still in contact with his family or not is up for debate. He received training and instruction from a young age in how to defend himself and utilize various weapons, though he was noted for being fascinated by explosives. Once he was old enough, he stowed away on a starship bound for the Outer Rim, and began doing mercenary work for most whoever could pay him well. The only jobs he didn't take were those working for slavers, though he had no qualms going after them, for any reason. He made a name for himself, being the type of mercenary you called in whenever you didn't want to leave anything standing. He didn't do the 'take them alive' type of jobs very often, finding his skills were not well suited to such tasks. While his reputation is strictly in the Outer Rim, he has been looking at expanding his working area, mostly since he has grown rather bored of the Outer Rim at this point.

Star Wars: Holdouts

Alright, got a fellow sorted out for consideration.

CS

Name: Weiland Voss

Species: Lorrdian

Age: 31

Major Skills:
- Demolitions -
A long running lineage of training and knowledge, handed down from father to son, coupled with practical experience earned in the field makes Weiland an absolute savant when it comes to anything explosive. Whether using formal, proper explosives, improvising his own, or even (much to his usual disappointment) disarming them, its unlikely for Weiland to be caught unawares by any sort of ordinance.

- Close Quarters Combat -
Despite his wishes, Weiland has to acknowledge that once someone is close enough, employing a thermal detonator or any sort of explosive could prove hazardous to more than the target. Fittingly, he has learned to defend himself up close and personal. While he doesn't follow a single discipline for fighting in a melee, he employs tricks and techniques he has picked up wandering as a mercenary, and fights dirty without a second thought.

Minor Skills:
- Body Language and Non Verbal Communication -
Despite his explosive preferences, Weiland is a Lorrdian through and through, meaning he has a natural talent for non verbal communication, and giving away absolutely nothing that he does not intend to give away. This also extends to reading the body language of others, as even the slightest shift of balance and posture could indicate trouble, or a complete lack thereof.

- Marksmanship -
Not his forte, by any stretch, Weiland is still a reliable shot, just not a great one. If he can't blow it up, or punch it out, odds are he can at least give them something to think about as he puts blaster shots down range towards whatever is needing to be shot. Given that some folks do not take kindly to the explosive route, he often has to fall back on this when he is part of a team that does not want high amounts of collateral damage.

Character Flaws:
- One Track Mind -
He has a nasty habit of focusing on a problem or task, to the point of missing other, possibly easier, means of accomplishing a task or a goal. He is still aware of his surroundings, mind you, but his focus on a task or problem can rob him of a larger picture view at times.

- Passionate -
Much like others of his kind, Weiland despises slavery, slavers, and the like. So much so that not only has he refused contracts from known slavers, he has gone out of his way to hinder, harass, or outright murder them. Considering these activities were oft in the Outer Rim, and in places where the only law is the law that someone holds themselves to, it was not such a problem. Operating in more civilized space? Keeping him from gunning down a slaver, even one doing legal business, will be a concern.

- Distrustful -
Weiland might be chatty and polite when he wants to be, but that doesn't mean he is trusting the person in the slightest. His distrust of unknowns and casual acquaintances is at a level that one might consider paranoid instead of being merely diligent. He tends to plan around others failing their tasks, or outright betraying them, and it takes a great deal of work to actually get into his good books. More like good pamphlets, really, considering how few are trusted on a routine basis.

- Flippant -
While some may view this as a lack of respect towards authority, in all reality, Weiland just has a general disregard for solemn or serious situations. Which often translates into a disregard towards authority, given the fact he tends to remark in a mocking or non serious manner. Also described as a devil may care attitude, though he does certainly care about some things. Just, most of the time, not the situation at hand.

Equipment
+ FC-1 Flechette Launcher
+ S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol (Modified to allow use as an Ascension Gun, grappling and ascending, or descending, from a given location)
+ Padded Blaster Resistant Breast Plate (Worn under normal attire)
+ All Weather Cloak
+ A hardened backpack loaded with his explosives. These include Thermal Detonators, Fragmentation grenades, a few Ion Grenades, two smoke grenades, and a pair of explosive charges at the bottom of the backpack for demolitions work. Anything beyond this default kit, he would have to prepare ahead of time.

Brief Background:
Weiland is the son of security forces on Lorrd, though whether or not he is still in contact with his family or not is up for debate. He received training and instruction from a young age in how to defend himself and utilize various weapons, though he was noted for being fascinated by explosives. Once he was old enough, he stowed away on a starship bound for the Outer Rim, and began doing mercenary work for most whoever could pay him well. The only jobs he didn't take were those working for slavers, though he had no qualms going after them, for any reason. He made a name for himself, being the type of mercenary you called in whenever you didn't want to leave anything standing. He didn't do the 'take them alive' type of jobs very often, finding his skills were not well suited to such tasks. While his reputation is strictly in the Outer Rim, he has been looking at expanding his working area, mostly since he has grown rather bored of the Outer Rim at this point.

Midnight Illusion Agency: An Urban Fantasy RP

Notes: Italics are thoughts, and unless otherwise noted, thoughts are in German.
Is Weiland
Is his Hermingja, Ermendrud

"Now then, given current circumstances...." As far as Weiland was concerned, he had already dismissed the seething, short bundle of rage, considering he wasn't even looking in her general direction now. Ermendrud, however, was keeping an eye on her, a sly grin that was unseen to all on her face. She found the young Voss' antics rather amusing, given his general attitude, though she did feel obligated to say something to her partner when it was apparent that the young, angry girl was going to be resorting to violence to rectify things. "Given current circumstances, I would shift your weight to your right leg Voss." Resisting the urge to raise an eyebrow at the remark, he did as instructed, having learned to trust Ermendrud whenever she said such things out of the blue, and sure enough, she was once again in the right in her actions. There was no way he could have seen that or prepared himself without forewarning, and the amount of force behind the kick was unexpected.

A sharp, clipped hiss of pain from the sudden kick that connected rather solidly with his left shin. Now that was much more strength than he had been expecting from some girl in her teens, which shifted his attention back to her as she barked about him being a rude idiot for first nearly running into her then insulting her. So, highly ill tempered and extraordinarily sensitive about her height. Not necessarily surprising, given her response to being nearly collided with, but confirmation was good. What had not been anticipated was the strength of the kick, something to be keeping in mind should he find himself dealing with her more. Be ready to avoid such blows, given the likely bruise that was now forming on his shin. Adjusting his glasses, his gaze focused down at her once more, a touch of intensity and clarity despite his rather devil may care attitude on display. "The kind of rude idiot who does not shy away from his nature. I'm sure you understand that, given your rather crude approach to dispensing notification on your displeasure."

Yes, he was still being antagonizing, in an off hand sort of manner, but it was just who Weiland was. Considering he had learned a few interesting, useful bits of information, all without having to ask a thing or even offer information on himself in return, it was all going smoothly as far as he was concerned. Of course, Ermendrud had gone back to looking around and watching their surroundings, considering she had redirected Weiland's attention back to the angry young lady, the spirit's job was done once more. She would be listening in, as she always was, but that was nothing new really. Weiland was alarmingly used to a complete lack of privacy, what with having the spirit with him at all times unless he gave her leave to manifest and do something, and even then, she rarely left his line of sight or, barring that, ability to stay in contact with her.

@VitaVitaAR

Star Wars: Holdouts

Got room for one more? Love me some Star Wars, sure as sure.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Hmm, well, do keep me appraised, yeah? Always down for 40k, at least give it consideration.

The Harrowing Halls (A Darkest Dungeon inspired RP)

So, to provide the TL;DR summary prior to the info dump that I have below, I’ve started replaying The Darkest Dungeon again after a hiatus from the game and have found myself thinking a RP in its style could be rather interesting indeed. So, a small group of heroes, no more than four not including the character I personally use to help guide things along as needed, descending into another tale of the sins of the past haunting the present Steam Revolution. Players will be expected to realize that the stresses of the dungeon will not always turn out well for their characters, and indeed, death is a very real possibility. However, nothing says that another hero fresh to the Halls won’t fare better, right?

In short, think a Steampunk-esq restyling of the Darkest Dungeon in RP form.

An Explanation of Darkest Dungeon

Now, for those of you not familiar with Darkest Dungeon, the idea is that the descendent of an Ancestor is stuck cleaning up after the mistakes and horrors unleashed by their Ancestor. Now, said descendent is no fighter, indeed, it would be a incredibly short story if the man were to directly engage the horrors that his ancestor unleashed. Rather, he hires groups of heroes and fortune seekers to do the work for him. What is unique about the matter is that, well, fighting abominations and horrors that should not be is a fairly stressful matter, and that no one is flawless or without their quirks.

These manifest into either positive traits, such as more resilience to certain kinds of enemies or more potent performance when near death’s door, or negative traits, such as a nasty habit of pocketing resources that should have been looted fairly or being more easily put into the grave when near death already. Beyond that, during forays into the dungeons, stress builds up, some attacks designed to cause stress vice straight damage, upon reaching a threshold, a party member’s willpower being tested. Often, negative, antagonistic personality traits set in during such episodes (Such as abusive dialogue and acts towards allies or pitiful cowardice), however, moments of heroism do occur as well (rallying in a certainty in their own power, or a steadfast resistance to further terrors) though pushed too far, stress will indeed slay the poor soul afflicted so, with a sudden heart attack putting them on death’s door.

Such experiences permanently haunt the poor souls brave or foolish enough to descend into the dungeons, down time spent relieving stress, whether by time spent in an Abbey praying, meditating, or scourging themselves by flagellation. Those of a less religious inclining find relief within the Tavern, indulging in pleasures of the flesh, the thrill of the gamble or drowning the memories of the horrors they stumbled upon. During such forays, the small band of heroes must be supplied adequately before descent lest they be found unprepared. As common sense as foodstuff or shovels for clearing debris, to less obvious like medicinal herbs or holy waters, anything might prove useful, should the opportunity arise. One can never know what to expect within the dungeons and it never hurts to be prepared, barring that too many supplies means too little room for the loot to be carried out.

Of course, the most obvious factor is the Heroes that come. From noble Crusaders and Vestals, to roguish Highwaymen and Grave Robbers, the small band of four have to support each other as well as strike against any sort of abomination that they might stumble across. Death lurks in the shadows, whether by the madness that grips them to the end or the vicious strikes of daemons and unmentionable abominations. Indeed, how the survivors cope and grow from the outcomes of forays into the dungeon, both successful and failed, defines them and makes them into the force that can finally bring the dungeon to light and peace. Or, fail at the last hurdle and force the descendent to start fresh with his next heroes.

The Harrowing of the Halls

The legends of the Darkest Dungeon continues to ring clear throughout the lands, the names of the countless heroes that fell stopping the abomination that caused the ruination of the man that is now merely known as the Descendent lost to time. However, clearly mankind has not learned from its mistakes as technology and science progressed forward hand in hand with faith and magic. Indeed, the Steam Revolution was in full swing and mankind felt themselves above the consequences of their actions. The Baron, as his subjects and peers knew him as, dabbled in both the most experimental of steam tech as well as the most heretical and forbidden of occult arts, making deals with things best left unspoken to grow his influence and his power. The Halls of the Barony, once merely a simple manor, grew into a city in and of itself, the massive building defying physics and the laws of reality, spanning even larger within than it appeared without whilst extending towards the heavens like an ill fated recreation of the Tower of Babel.

Indeed, one could not be faulted in expecting the inevitable fall of the Baron. Messengers began arriving less and less, appearing more haggard and desperate, speaking of strange things from the innermost sanctums of the Halls, creatures that defied explanation, the undead rising and the Baron himself ascending into something that transcended human, sending out his minions to bring in those that resisted to be added to his experiments. Only one of his relatives survived, a young man studying abroad, the rest of his kin absorbed into the Baron’s experiments. Pressed by numerous neighbors of the kingdoms neighboring the Halls of the Barony to take ownership of his father’s sins, the young man found himself train bound for the last free portion of the Halls, the Gatehouse, a small village by any other definition, that used to serve as the only entryway into the Halls and now served as the last line to prevent whatever lurked within from escaping.

All the young man had to go off was the memoirs of his father, the Baron, that were retrieved by those fleeing the madness that laid within the Halls. Rumors of portions that were exposed to alien skies, areas that might as well have been the halls of the deepest Hells itself, and worse floated out of the refugees that refused to stay within the Gatehouse, making the prospect of stopping the man more and more bleak. Yet, the Baron had to be laid low, to redeem the name of his lineage, so the young man put out the call. Heroes, men and women of talent and of any walk of life, those willing to risk life and limb for the treasures and glories hidden within the Halls, come by foot, by train, by any means to the Gatehouse. From there, they would be dispatched, in small enough groups to not attract the attention of the Baron, allowing them to map out the Halls and cull the masses of monsters and madmen, in theory. In practice, the Baron’s Son had seen more than a few expeditions already enter the Halls, never to return and their remains be found by scouts, or by the traumatized words of a lone survivor, on the brink of death.

Yet, the trains and carriages continue to deliver those who think themselves able to survive long enough to profit and indeed, perhaps, end this madness once and for all. After all, all it would take is a few blessed or lucky to put an end to it all. It would be inevitable, therefore, that such individuals would eventually show up and, by virtue of survival, find themselves together to descend deeply enough, armed with supplies and knowledge, to stop the Baron once and for all. Or, perhaps they merely delay the inevitable, stalling the Baron’s unknowable plans, delaying the horrors of the Halls attempts to escape and spread unchecked. Only time will tell how these latest heroes, mere humans in the face of the things that should not be, fare in the Harrowing Halls.

Notable Information

The Halls of the Barony - What was once a manor that was built, knowingly by only the Baron, on top of the grounds that once housed the Darkest Dungeon, has now grown into an impossibility. A massive structure, larger than most cities, yet towering high enough to scrape at the gates of the heavens, its design gothic but plain, belying its maddening interior. Once one sets foot down any one of the paths leading away from Gatehouse, they find themselves in twisted landscapes and ruins, names only recently attached to the realms within. Only the Baron’s Son, sequestered within his study, knows anything beyond the fragments floating around Gatehouse, and he only shares this with the heroes that are next to enter the Halls proper. One thing is for certain, what lies past Gatehouse, is no longer of this world, not truly.

Gatehouse - Before the Harrowing began, Gatehouse was the entry point for all of those coming into the Halls of the Barony, providing a resting point for those who had travelled far, and as such had the faculties of a small town instead of just being a security point. Being the only entryway was supposed to be a strong point in favor of the Baron, turned against him by the bold actions of the Baron’s Son and his two retainers, the first two Heroes that now help guard Gatehouse and instruct newcomers when the Son is too busy or otherwise indisposed to provide guidance. Fortified and still damaged from its initial capture, alongside the regular assaults by the Baron’s forces and other creatures, its faculties are basic yet, with time, could be restored to their former glory. Besides the tavern, where heroes rest and find respite from the horrors, a small chapel provides spiritual alms while a Workshop provides blacksmithing and technological services to any within Gatehouse. Other ruins could be restored, in time, expanding the abilities of Gatehouse to better serve in the desperate struggle against the Baron.

The Baron - The man’s name was never known, not truly, as what was spoken of changed as often as the moon would change phase, so most merely referred to him as the Baron. A reclusive man before the Harrowing, the two most well known traits were his obsessions with steam, and with the occult, the unholy fusion of the two worrying many. Yet, the lucrative trade between the Halls of the Barony and the surroundings kingdoms was too profitable to infringe on. Now man pays for his hubris, as the Baron is no longer human. What he is, beyond the fact he has transcended humanity, is a complete unknown. No one is even sure if he is still alive, yet the Halls continue to remain alive with abominations, the maddened former Guard of the Halls, and other things better left forgotten, so it is assumed something is driving these things, and further assumed that this is the Baron’s doing.

The Baron’s Son - Refusing to give his name to anyone in Gatehouse, for his own safety, the Son is a scholar and peaceably young man caught in the crossfire created by his father. Rather eccentric by normal standards before the Harrowing began, the Son has seen countless good men and women, Heroes of anywhere else, go into the Halls only to never return or, sometimes worse, come back broken, never to recover from the experiences they suffered within the halls created by his father. Held accountable for the man’s actions, it is up to him and him alone to come up with a plan to stop him. And, drawing from the tales of the Darkest Dungeon of the past, he relies on the steady influx of heroes to grow lucky enough to find those capable of ending this once and for all.

Expectations, Rules, Guidelines, and other trivialities

So, Expectations, both of what folks interested would be expected of, and what would be expected of me as a sort of guiding hand in all of this.

1. Consistent posting, both by me and by all of you fine folks. What do I consider consistent? Say that, in a given round of posts, it takes roughly a day per person to get a post up. The pacing will be set by the folks controlling their heroes during the initial posting rounds. That being said, I don’t want it taking more than a few days to see everyone having posted, unless otherwise contacted either via PM or in the OOC thread.

2. A balance of action and downtime. Taking inspiration from Darkest Dungeon, and being set in the same world, just forward in time from the events of DD, not everything is going to happen in the Halls. Gatehouse is, for lack of better terms, the Hamlet 2.0, though I do have plans for it to be an entity all of its own, given time.

3. A lot of in game mechanics will be played with and not held to a hard line. So, no there will not be dice, stress tracked to the decimal, HP to a specific value, or the like. However, I will be keeping track, roughly, of how someone’s character is doing, in regards to their physical, and mental, well being. Take too many risks, and one might find themselves teetering on the brink. Character death is very much a constant threat, though I won’t necessarily be forcing it initially. If someone grows bored of a character, or wishes to depart, the ever waiting threats within the Halls provide ample opportunity to go out in a blaze of glory, or in a ignoble means, forgotten on the spikes or blades of a trap. Depends on the player, really.

4. Obligatory “No godmodding, meta gaming, auto hitting” rule goes here.

5. Yes, you can choose to embody the archtype of one of the original Darkest Dungeon heroes. Crusaders are still around, Occultists still dabble in things that they might not want to, weary Men at Arms return to lead and guide the younger folks, and the like. I will also consider classes introduced via Mods, as well as custom made ones. Key word, consider. I retain the right to give a final “Yes or No” on any suggested, requested, or otherwise brought up class.

6. No, the original classes are not, for the most part, gender locked. The only ones I would consider “Gender locked” would be Vestals, Crusaders, Lepers and Flagellants. I was going to put the Shieldbreaker under here as well, but I think someone could go that route if they wanted and not have it work out poorly.

7. No, I wont be asking for Skill Lists or stats of a given character. There will be a part of the CS that will address combat abilities as well as utility abilities, if any. (Not all people are nearly as useful at camp as others, after all.)

8. I will allow folks to reserve spots, for a 24 hour period. If more time is needed, I would like to see what progress has been made, and I shall make a judgement from there. Effectively, if you’ve been putting honest, reasonable amount of work into the CS and just need more time due to real life, I won’t be an ass about it.

9. Things will get rather violent, possibly disturbing, and the like. I won’t be needlessly graphic, but keep that in mind. Such things being said, however, outright NSFW activities between characters needs to be taken to PMs. People get stressed enough as it is without such things being flaunted in front of them.

10. Speaking of PMs, do not feel hesitant to PM me questions, concerns, or the like, or post them to the int check or ooc when, or if, it comes around.

Midnight Illusion Agency: An Urban Fantasy RP

Notes: Italics are thoughts, and unless otherwise noted, thoughts are in German.
Is Weiland
Is his Hermingja, Ermendrud

Much to Weiland's irritation, once he spotted the location in question where the lightning strike had occurred, it was already swamped by people. He really didn't feel like muscling his way in, and found himself pacing back and forth while his thoughts considered the varied remarks, most of them unfounded or otherwise not worth really considering. He continued to suspect magic of some sort, though he hardly spoke out loud of such things. He instead confided in Ermendrud, who was an ever present being, though she had been taught to not constantly monitor her ward's thoughts. "I am considering this an act of either a Magi, or resident being to Japan, what do you know of local legends of lightning beasts?" He could feel the hermingja consider his question, and her remark would have gotten a sigh of irritation if he was so willing to advertise his thoughts as being irritable. "Why, have you already forgotten the wide and varied beings that inhabit Japan? For shame, young Voss. Perhaps the name Narukami might ring a bell? Though, speaking of ringing bells..."

Before Weiland could consider what she was going on about now, he found himself colliding with a rather young looking local girl. Mid teens, given her size, light in skin tone and with hair that reminded him of a raven's wings. Curious, though her mouth and tone was hardly welcome things. His expression had that typical one he wore, idle amusement and pleasantness, as if always placating those he was, unfortunately, speaking with. She had remarked on not paying attention to where he was going, and his accent clearly marked him as a foreigner, though his fluency in the local language indicated either a great deal of preparation, or having spent some time in the locale.

"Ah, my apologies. And just after I got out of the habit of looking down when walking, too, I run into someone that would have helped with, such a shame. My thoughts were elsewhere, even if the point of interest is currently swamped with those, shall we say, quick to speak and slow to think..." As far as appearances went, Weiland might as well be a rather boring example of a foreigner, at a casual glance. Though one that might due to learn to be a bit more respectful, given the backhanded remark on her height, and when he was apparently at fault no less. Of course, Ermendrud simply watched, bound to do so unless given leave to manifest and act, however temporarily, upon the physical world. She did try to warn her host, after all, so she felt her part in all of this was done.

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Midnight Illusion Agency: An Urban Fantasy RP

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