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Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

There was a laughtrack that played in Xuan-Yu’s head as Norika took what he said…and then missed so hard that she tried to shoot the Warped instead of the second floor. Well, that’s how it worked with psycho-kiddos, he supposed. Gravity took hold either way, and the black-clad pilot descended, the greenery giving way to metallic artifice. Up above, the slug hive swirled still, its senses seeming to not have picked up on that massive gap in the flooring. Good. It was time to get moving.

The gashes were a symbol of trouble, while the doors to the side lead to rooms that looked too unsecured to carry anything of value. In places like this, rather than designated shelters, the greatest bulkheads would likely be where the most valuable experimental subjects were, no? And if he were a scientist running away…

“Rightwards.”

Xuan-Yu picked up his pace. They were on a clock now, and he had no intention of scrapping with the slug monster if he could help it.

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

The others had gone on ahead now, leaving Rossweine and Signar alone in the hallway, striding at a more leisurely pace. There was no particular reason to dwell on what words to use, and the Prince had no vested interest in keeping Signar from his breakfast either.

"Do you intend to continue your work as a smith? If so, I will arrange access to a forge for you."

That was all, really. Just confirmation, before any further investment was made.

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

Illuminator? Who the fuck was that?!

Regardless of how much guidance could be conferred from some no-name that a bunch of psychopaths worshipped, human decision-making oft shat all over the oracles of the divine, and in deciding to fight rather than run, the remaining mask-wearers sealed their fate. A spear, after all, was never a weapon capable of truly puncturing through any substantial body, especially not a human one. With a final harumph, Atzi jammed her corpse-shield’s chest into the charging point, catching the spearpoint between the ribs. The woman dropped the corpse a moment later, and the deadweight rendered that weapon pointless.

Which meant, then, that it was a hunting knife versus an arrow-studded club.

The difference in range settled it in an instant. They had neither the speed nor the skill to close the distance before the blunt face of Atzi’s club shattered the fragile, delicate bones of their wrist in one swing, then ripped up the muscles and sinew of their right left on the backswing. They collapsed in conscious agony, flailing in the snow as adrenaline failed to silence the cries of their broken body. And all before the spear-wielder could wrest their weapon free.

Atzi was upon him in an instant, one hand wrapped around his neck as she bent him backwards over the corpse of his accomplice. She ripped the mask off his face with the other and then clenched it into a fist. A clear threat of violence, followed by a verbal roar.

“Where's Maira? Answer me!"

If there was no answer immediately, she’ll break his teeth, three at a time until his face swelled up twice its current size. After all, Atzi wasn’t a murderer. Except for the one she had used as a shield, every other mask-wearer was still alive. Alive, so she’d have plenty to ask questions to.

Symphony of Espers

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22 | Female | Freelancers | Meltwater Spring
Moya-no-Yume | Dagger | Physical | Frosted Sheen
Impermanence of Spring Snow | Boreas's Caress
Glacial Stream | Aqua | Rime Rose
[Freeze, Slick] Damage, Restrain, Push, Extend, Construction, Craft, Mark, Blink, Bend

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 750

[Silver Self + Extend + Slick + Push] = 108 Mana

PHYSICAL: E| ARCANE: B | CHAOS: C | 354

_{@BrokenPromise@The World@Ponn}

The Restrain didn’t last even two seconds, huh? And where was KoT and Gale? Dead already?

Klava had caught a glimpse of them before, in between her trading blows with the rodent, but if Sofron could so freely turn his attention onto her now, that meant she couldn’t count on them for the time being. Also meant, though, that she couldn’t put her focus onto him too. With his shotgun primed and a machine gun waiting in the wings, heading down a corridor with no cover was a fool’s errand. And there was that poison in her veins, seeping deeper and deeper, crawling into her nerves, causing her muscles to stall by just that amount.

The decision came immediately.

Twisting her hips, Klava slammed her foot against the wall and propelled herself off to the side, the shotgun spread of the SPAS-12 grazing, but not pulverizing, her. The rodent was still there, crouched down, and in that second, the Maiden’s spell was made manifest, a silver sheen coating her body before she struck the ground once more…and then shot forwards! In an instant, she was upon the rodent, and in the next, it became a real fight, one that featured a blade against two wooden sticks.

And in a position so close that they were practically hugging?

A blade would always have space to cut, but a stick would not always have space to strike, and any attempt to grasp Klava in that moment would be confounded by the shimmer of magic that coated her entirety.

It was like that burning hallway again, choking and tearing up. But this time, she had another opponent waiting and no time to waste on a surrender.

Klava would kill that rodent. Twice, if she had to.

Hidden backstories, are they a good idea?

I’ve done it before and I’m still, in some ways, doing it now.

Either it never pops up in the IC before the RP dies, or people’s predilections for internal monologue ruin the surprise before it’s ICly revealed. It’s a great thing to play with either way though, as the backstory is otherwise a fairly pointless thing to have in a CS, perhaps only useful for ensuring that people read your five pages of lore and setting.

And in the once-in-a-blue-moon scenario where you get a character interaction focused RP that is active and long running, the secret backstories really get to play out in fun ways.

So if you think about it, you honestly have nothing to lose as a GM if you just cut the Backstory portion out of your CS templates completely and then tell the players to toss only the spicy history deets at you.

Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

So when you say there’s a lot of Dragons, you mean that they’re generally a pretty populous monster race in this world? How well do the countries handle draconic threats then? Would one dragon be enough to fuck up cities? Or are they relatively common threats, with effective plans in place to manage and handle them?

With this being a DND-based thing, does that mean we have a host of interplanar and interdimensional gibbly goobers too? Or is it DND but without the much zanier elements of the game? Thinking stuff like Gith or Mindflayers or those funny little clock dudes.

Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

Aight Frogger, what’s up with dragons in this world?

Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

Deadline Saturday then?

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

“Captain is fine, Julian,” Rossweine said.

With all fortune, the Baker boy would have caught that. Maybe he should have made his preferences clearer during the first dinner. Maybe they were all too busy eating to have heard back then. Maybe he would write it down.

Maybe he’d just stop bothering with corrections, if it fundamentally remained the same.

Such were small worries though, compared to the trial up ahead. The first day of training was inbound, and so too would the first day of his assignment. Observation of improvement for Kai and Nathaniel. Appeasement for the Light-Blessed. And for the others? Well, he’ll still have to cut perfect enough of a figure that when he stopped showing up, they’d assume it was out of overcompetence, rather than out of slothfulness. So he nodded his greetings towards those who came after him, and he watched Julian chase after Kai, Dot shadowing them. Took another few moments to revise, to feel the meager heat seep into his bones, and let out a breath.

“Signar,” Rossweine spoke, “Walk with me.”

And with that, the captain made for the mess hall at a leisurely pace. This early in the morning, the only lineup would be that of Squad 13 and perhaps a few other early birds, after all. It was only to be expected, considering the crop that the House had harvested.

Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

"Hm."

A monstrosity composed of thousands upon thousands of individual parts, possessed, perhaps, with extraordinary senses that allowed it to detected his location even when cloaked. Well, slugs didn't necessarily have eyes, after all, so that worked out, in the worst way possible. Xuan-Yu's face twisted into an almost-exaggerated frown. This was perhaps the worst sort of opponent for both himself and Dulac. Which meant...

"We're going down, kiddo."

...mucking and sleuthing about was pointless.

As tentacles shot out towards them, Deathstalker emerged from the ether, crimson augments pulsating with consolidated power, and unleashed an axe-kick that smashed straight through the dilapidated flooring of the hallway. The mission objective, after all, was on the lower levels of the building, which meant that the first floor was 100% not anything worth investigating!

Hell, fuck the second floor down too!

"Dulac, blast it!"