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10+ years of an RP idea, finally finished, on 10.10.2025. Goodnight Raven Squad, you were the best, wildest, most silly near future SOF RP that lived on the guild, and you got a worthy send off :)
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I've RP'd for the best part of over 15 years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I like creating RPs with a distinct flavour- and often shift between narrative-led RPs to semi-randomised plots. I've been more a GM lately than a player, and don't really lean into fandom- instead, exploring my own universes lifting themes from other source material.
My main interests are military-themed, near-future RPs, with a focus on technology. But I'm beginning to push what that RP idea looks like- taking inspiration from lots of media and focussing on the fun, indulgent side of RP, whilst also exploring the lows and emotional side.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/190121-rav…
Raven Squad is a project over seven years in the making, and focusses on a class-based, eccentric yet half-grounded near future special forces team that acts as a response team where you can't send any special forces team in. It's incredibly dumb, incredibly loose, and yet, has delivered some of my favourite plot points in RPG. A brainless action flick a la John Wick and Kingsman meets a complex thriller with a fun left turn in it, Raven has been the culmination of over a decade of loving special forces RPG, gaming influences and other silliness in a package that has provided players with something quite different to a normal military themed RPG. While at an end, this is an RP that is a signature- it's silly as hell, takes itself barely seriously, and is what peak fun military RPG to me should be.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/192916-del…
Delta Hyper is a love letter to Wipeout, F1's Drive to Survive (Netflix) and contemporary Formula One, with influences from solarpunk, cyberpunk, transhumanism and other posthumanist concepts. An RP that follows pilots in their ups and downs, it's a story that hasn't got me playing an actual character, but framing the camera at each pilot (played by others), and presenting it as if it were a documentary. Lifting elements from TTRPG, this is a Racing RPG like no other and no parallel exists- using dice rolls and randomisation, with a stats-driven system to generate race results, rather than actually RPing the races, players experience the fast-paced, dynamic world of anti-gravity racing. This means that come Qualifying and Race, the results are genuinely a surprise to everyone- and based on decisions made through dilemmas and decisions made between races. Friendships, rivalry, the glamour and even a little political undertone play out in 2094, in a colourful, utopian future that focuses on the fight to take first place.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/196931-tac…
Then there's Tactical Breach Wizards: Fireteam Hex. First use of any set IP as a formal setting, this is an RP that offers a darker mirror to Raven Squad, focussing on the other side of the equation- unlikely heroes in an uncomfortable position. I don't normally do fantasy, but the world, the lore, the feeling of the characters and the ability to write a comedy just was too difficult to pass up. An RP that focuses on a group running away from a variety of threats as wanted mercenary wizards in the middle of a post-revolution, Eastern-Europe adjacent 1990s to present Polavia.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/197399-dis…
Lastly, Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont. This is another IP-adjacent world, albeit drawing on a different setting and a new cast of superheroes. As my "first" proper superhero RP, this combines workplace comedy, a Storyteller-lite system and a fun, diverse, and large cast together in a dynamic, diverse setting.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy. I aim to clear posts within a week!
My main interests are military-themed, near-future RPs, with a focus on technology. But I'm beginning to push what that RP idea looks like- taking inspiration from lots of media and focussing on the fun, indulgent side of RP, whilst also exploring the lows and emotional side.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/190121-rav…
Raven Squad is a project over seven years in the making, and focusses on a class-based, eccentric yet half-grounded near future special forces team that acts as a response team where you can't send any special forces team in. It's incredibly dumb, incredibly loose, and yet, has delivered some of my favourite plot points in RPG. A brainless action flick a la John Wick and Kingsman meets a complex thriller with a fun left turn in it, Raven has been the culmination of over a decade of loving special forces RPG, gaming influences and other silliness in a package that has provided players with something quite different to a normal military themed RPG. While at an end, this is an RP that is a signature- it's silly as hell, takes itself barely seriously, and is what peak fun military RPG to me should be.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/192916-del…
Delta Hyper is a love letter to Wipeout, F1's Drive to Survive (Netflix) and contemporary Formula One, with influences from solarpunk, cyberpunk, transhumanism and other posthumanist concepts. An RP that follows pilots in their ups and downs, it's a story that hasn't got me playing an actual character, but framing the camera at each pilot (played by others), and presenting it as if it were a documentary. Lifting elements from TTRPG, this is a Racing RPG like no other and no parallel exists- using dice rolls and randomisation, with a stats-driven system to generate race results, rather than actually RPing the races, players experience the fast-paced, dynamic world of anti-gravity racing. This means that come Qualifying and Race, the results are genuinely a surprise to everyone- and based on decisions made through dilemmas and decisions made between races. Friendships, rivalry, the glamour and even a little political undertone play out in 2094, in a colourful, utopian future that focuses on the fight to take first place.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/196931-tac…
Then there's Tactical Breach Wizards: Fireteam Hex. First use of any set IP as a formal setting, this is an RP that offers a darker mirror to Raven Squad, focussing on the other side of the equation- unlikely heroes in an uncomfortable position. I don't normally do fantasy, but the world, the lore, the feeling of the characters and the ability to write a comedy just was too difficult to pass up. An RP that focuses on a group running away from a variety of threats as wanted mercenary wizards in the middle of a post-revolution, Eastern-Europe adjacent 1990s to present Polavia.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/197399-dis…
Lastly, Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont. This is another IP-adjacent world, albeit drawing on a different setting and a new cast of superheroes. As my "first" proper superhero RP, this combines workplace comedy, a Storyteller-lite system and a fun, diverse, and large cast together in a dynamic, diverse setting.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy. I aim to clear posts within a week!
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The recon will need close air, because reconnaissance has cleared the village, and following that, the flare that went up will basically bring local forces to them like flies on shit. So basically, since orbital strikes may soon become available, as well as that fire support, Jan will be lasing and calling it through, for guns, rockets and bombs to stop the flood that will come to them within the hour,
I think the grapple worked better, it does sound fun, I love how fucking badass that was- Jan will owe him that. I did want to keep that short, as the Anti-Mech launchers are about to be taken down, and while local enemy reinforcements are inbound, the way is clear for the cavalry (as well as the fact that they're about to find a gold mine of intel in Russian to feed to the General).
Avanhelsing said
How to get Alec to kill the Russian but not god mod...I've got it!!!
I am so sorry if I did god-mod in that moment. You have every option here, go ahead with whatever.
(Short Post, but I feel I couldn't channel a lot of creativity. Kinda the end of the reconnaissance part- I set up quite a badass moment.)
Pushing forwards, the whole team engaged the rest of the VDV, Jan leaping down and into a smashed greenhouse, the sight of a flare going up.
"Whatever we do we do quickly now, that is not good." Jan added, taking out a VDV soldier that barely managed to get a round into his shoulder, knocking him back a little but his Exo taking the shot, the Dragonskin/Composite material of the exoskeleton's armor package taking the round. It gave him and his team surviability- but he had wasted almost third a magazine of accurate, near enough point black rounds to the VDV soldier to take him down, which really did show how much it took. The team had moved fast and quick enough to cut them up, as they moved up, Jan lobbing a grenade towards an emplaced HMG of sorts that barked loudly. The grenade found it's track in front, and the men ran, going off and dazing them with shrapnel, as he doubled tapped with clean shots, aimed accurately as he had a combination of the exoskeleton's stable platform and his marksmanship, the magnified holographic quickly taking the men down.
"Forwards!" He added, moving along the street, scanning his sectors, looking to the launchers that were now in view.
"Right there! Team, set up a perimeter. Majakowska, you have the charges, so you deal with the launchers. Alec, Amy, on me. Let's find out what the hell this is inside." Jan simply said, as they moved up, the body count of the 1st squad and the two Aegis dropped soldiers significant, as they moved through the village, eliminating a last packet of resistance in a house with a volley of 40mm grenades that sent a man blown out of the second floor window. The command post was small, but the launchers were on a significant tripod, overlooking the wider area and ready to decimate what they saw. Moving slowly, as Alec and Amy caught up, Jan approached the door, sealed shut with a lock.
"We breach in here." He coldly and calmly said, a new magazine ready as he approached the metal cargo pod, perhaps another Russian piece of equipment airdropped in to provide a command centre of this local area. Kicking it hard, the exoskeleton's sheer strength blew it off it's hinges, at an expense to Jan's energy, hitting a man inside who pointed his weapon, as Jan pushed in, scanning the room, and looking around, seeing nothing else.
"Clea.." He began to yell, as a kick threw him into the side of the command post room, inside the metal tin can, the sight of one man that had emerged from the shadows that a momentary lapse in concentration had not picked up, and Amy's and Alec's movement inside had not been quick enough for, but was following up in. He held a GSH-18 Pistol, and wore a Russian exoskeleton of sorts, wearing a VDV uniform and a Captain badge on his shoulder, looking older than Jan did. He shot twice in Jan's chestplate, then three times again within the space of a second, pinning Jan, as he walked forwards, aiming it at his head, his finger curling as it enroached on the trigger...
Pushing forwards, the whole team engaged the rest of the VDV, Jan leaping down and into a smashed greenhouse, the sight of a flare going up.
"Whatever we do we do quickly now, that is not good." Jan added, taking out a VDV soldier that barely managed to get a round into his shoulder, knocking him back a little but his Exo taking the shot, the Dragonskin/Composite material of the exoskeleton's armor package taking the round. It gave him and his team surviability- but he had wasted almost third a magazine of accurate, near enough point black rounds to the VDV soldier to take him down, which really did show how much it took. The team had moved fast and quick enough to cut them up, as they moved up, Jan lobbing a grenade towards an emplaced HMG of sorts that barked loudly. The grenade found it's track in front, and the men ran, going off and dazing them with shrapnel, as he doubled tapped with clean shots, aimed accurately as he had a combination of the exoskeleton's stable platform and his marksmanship, the magnified holographic quickly taking the men down.
"Forwards!" He added, moving along the street, scanning his sectors, looking to the launchers that were now in view.
"Right there! Team, set up a perimeter. Majakowska, you have the charges, so you deal with the launchers. Alec, Amy, on me. Let's find out what the hell this is inside." Jan simply said, as they moved up, the body count of the 1st squad and the two Aegis dropped soldiers significant, as they moved through the village, eliminating a last packet of resistance in a house with a volley of 40mm grenades that sent a man blown out of the second floor window. The command post was small, but the launchers were on a significant tripod, overlooking the wider area and ready to decimate what they saw. Moving slowly, as Alec and Amy caught up, Jan approached the door, sealed shut with a lock.
"We breach in here." He coldly and calmly said, a new magazine ready as he approached the metal cargo pod, perhaps another Russian piece of equipment airdropped in to provide a command centre of this local area. Kicking it hard, the exoskeleton's sheer strength blew it off it's hinges, at an expense to Jan's energy, hitting a man inside who pointed his weapon, as Jan pushed in, scanning the room, and looking around, seeing nothing else.
"Clea.." He began to yell, as a kick threw him into the side of the command post room, inside the metal tin can, the sight of one man that had emerged from the shadows that a momentary lapse in concentration had not picked up, and Amy's and Alec's movement inside had not been quick enough for, but was following up in. He held a GSH-18 Pistol, and wore a Russian exoskeleton of sorts, wearing a VDV uniform and a Captain badge on his shoulder, looking older than Jan did. He shot twice in Jan's chestplate, then three times again within the space of a second, pinning Jan, as he walked forwards, aiming it at his head, his finger curling as it enroached on the trigger...
Sometime in Autumn 2010
Portland, Maine
The man on the bed was being slowly moved through, an IV hooked up alongside an oxygen tank, as the medics moved him through, not in a rush but fairly quickly. It was a cloudy morning, in the quiet and small hospital, in the care unit. It seemed clean, with individual rooms, though they were tiny and cramped.
"Sgt Harris is being transferred into here, Doctor. His condition has been mailed through. The patient has been stabilized, he's got something in his grey matter but it isn't responding to our signals." One of the men said, as they pushed him into the windowed room, a view over the Atlantic ocean in the small but compact room.
"A case like this with severe head trauma, it could be weeks, months or years till we see something come from him. From now on, since we deem him non-critical, he is in your care, Doctor." The medic added, looking across to the Doctor.
"I understand. We'll do our best." He simply replied, as Scott looked, unable to do anything. He was a ghost in the machine. He blinked, his eyes receptive but unable to do anything. His body was killed off. He had lost his responses, he was essentially a ghost in the machine.
Four Years Later
5th December, 2014
The hospital hadn't changed much. Scott had blinked and ended up here. He didn't understand it. From the window, the trees lost their leaves, then gained them, then snow, then spring, light, a bright sun, then back to leaves falling again and rain. That cycle went again, He had been cared for, he didn't remember what happened. He had been cleaned, fed, made sure that he had a good standard of living. And right now, he was a vegtable. He couldn't comprehsibly think, and he could only remember blurs of the lady that cared for him. Alexis. She was like an angel, coming in and looking after him, no matter what. She looked tired some days, others she wore a smile on her face and while Scott's memory was shattered, his thought process dead, he could somehow just remember her. Alexis. That blonde nurse. And yet the memory of what he had gone through was gone. He didn't know who he was, let alone what he had done to get this. He was out for the count, but he saw. Like he was just passed away, but viewing the world through his body's lenses.
Until that was, the 5th of December, at about 0600 hours. He had undergone treatment again and again, to try and restore his mental capacity. He could hear and see doctors, talking about how long he'd been here. About how much better he would be if he was quietly taken off the life support, off what kept him alive. He had no wounds. His mind was just in pieces, just all over the place. A sudden movement filled him. Like something entered him. He gulped. Every movement hurt, nothing was familiar. He tried to blink, hold his eyes shut, consciously. She wasn't here, not at the moment. What was he? What the fuck was he doing here? He didn't know, not one bit of any of it.
"Basra....Basra....." He muttered, just unknowingly. Was he really in control? What was this? Basra? Where was that? His body began to have a sensation, like everything was coming into view, like his brain had began turning. Moving muscles didn't make sense, his body couldn't send signals. He was still immobilized, and something was at least there, as his brain began to understand where he was, and what he was in.
Summer 2010
Basra, Iraq
The Humvee pulled into the compound, the four men aboard confident and well dressed. This was 1st SFOD-D, Delta Force to be exact. Scott checked his HK416, cocking the rifle as the Squad Lead, Captain Marcus Powell, looked over. To his left in the back, was Corporal Hunter Woods, and in the front passenger seat, was Second Lieutenant Paul McKinley, though his surname had nothing to do with the US President of past who had been assassinated. Lastly, Private Ian Waller sat on the M240, mounted within the vehicle. His best friend, Hunter, held a Mk46 MOD 0, and Cpt Powell had a M4 SOPMOD to hand, with McKinley having a Mk14 MOD 1 DMR, Pvt Waller having a SCAR-L with an EGLM module attached.
"We're here. Our guy too." He simply said, as he opened up the door, Hunter chuckling.
"Another informant we want to talk to, after all these years. Classic." Hunter added, as they entered the derelict house, leaving the Humvee with the M240 turret behind, locked of course. The derelict hotel's back entrance was easy to get in, as they headed up a back flight of stairs, wepaons ready. Scott's HK416 had a Aimpoint CompM4 and a vertical Surefire M900 flashlight/foregrip, with a flash suppressor, not a silencer on the gun. He wore a regular Multicam set of BDUs, with an Ops Core helmet on his head, and a pair of Oakley Ballistic Goggles, souped up by the Mechanix gloves that he wore. They moved in, walking up, and then moving slowly, searching each corner, as they headed into the next room. Rasheed was here, sitting on a table, a guard with him who held an AKS-74U in his hands. Powell looked over, nodding, speaking in Arabic.
"Mr Rasheed, I am Captain Marcus Powell, US Army Special Forces. We came here because you said you had something you know of the activity against the oil refineries south of the city. Looking at the terms of your meeting, and what you want, we agree to these terms you have set. What you want we are currently in the process of doing, as we believe you are able to assist us on this matter at hand." He said, as the bearded man, some sort of former Cleric of sorts, sat up. He was a shady character- all that Scott knew was, that he willing to share important information, and that was that.
"I do agree, Captain. Take a seat. Keep your men watching, I am paranoid they could have followed you, you understand. I am worried they will kill us all, if they catch you here with me." He replied in Arabic, as Scott nodded, clear on what he said, moving through the derelict room to the window, where Hunter followed, looking out.
"My men have it covered. So we want to know what you know, if that is understandable, Mr Rasheed." The Captain said, as Rasheed sat up, coughing a little before he spoke, forming the words.
"Very well."
Portland, Maine
The man on the bed was being slowly moved through, an IV hooked up alongside an oxygen tank, as the medics moved him through, not in a rush but fairly quickly. It was a cloudy morning, in the quiet and small hospital, in the care unit. It seemed clean, with individual rooms, though they were tiny and cramped.
"Sgt Harris is being transferred into here, Doctor. His condition has been mailed through. The patient has been stabilized, he's got something in his grey matter but it isn't responding to our signals." One of the men said, as they pushed him into the windowed room, a view over the Atlantic ocean in the small but compact room.
"A case like this with severe head trauma, it could be weeks, months or years till we see something come from him. From now on, since we deem him non-critical, he is in your care, Doctor." The medic added, looking across to the Doctor.
"I understand. We'll do our best." He simply replied, as Scott looked, unable to do anything. He was a ghost in the machine. He blinked, his eyes receptive but unable to do anything. His body was killed off. He had lost his responses, he was essentially a ghost in the machine.
Four Years Later
5th December, 2014
The hospital hadn't changed much. Scott had blinked and ended up here. He didn't understand it. From the window, the trees lost their leaves, then gained them, then snow, then spring, light, a bright sun, then back to leaves falling again and rain. That cycle went again, He had been cared for, he didn't remember what happened. He had been cleaned, fed, made sure that he had a good standard of living. And right now, he was a vegtable. He couldn't comprehsibly think, and he could only remember blurs of the lady that cared for him. Alexis. She was like an angel, coming in and looking after him, no matter what. She looked tired some days, others she wore a smile on her face and while Scott's memory was shattered, his thought process dead, he could somehow just remember her. Alexis. That blonde nurse. And yet the memory of what he had gone through was gone. He didn't know who he was, let alone what he had done to get this. He was out for the count, but he saw. Like he was just passed away, but viewing the world through his body's lenses.
Until that was, the 5th of December, at about 0600 hours. He had undergone treatment again and again, to try and restore his mental capacity. He could hear and see doctors, talking about how long he'd been here. About how much better he would be if he was quietly taken off the life support, off what kept him alive. He had no wounds. His mind was just in pieces, just all over the place. A sudden movement filled him. Like something entered him. He gulped. Every movement hurt, nothing was familiar. He tried to blink, hold his eyes shut, consciously. She wasn't here, not at the moment. What was he? What the fuck was he doing here? He didn't know, not one bit of any of it.
"Basra....Basra....." He muttered, just unknowingly. Was he really in control? What was this? Basra? Where was that? His body began to have a sensation, like everything was coming into view, like his brain had began turning. Moving muscles didn't make sense, his body couldn't send signals. He was still immobilized, and something was at least there, as his brain began to understand where he was, and what he was in.
Summer 2010
Basra, Iraq
The Humvee pulled into the compound, the four men aboard confident and well dressed. This was 1st SFOD-D, Delta Force to be exact. Scott checked his HK416, cocking the rifle as the Squad Lead, Captain Marcus Powell, looked over. To his left in the back, was Corporal Hunter Woods, and in the front passenger seat, was Second Lieutenant Paul McKinley, though his surname had nothing to do with the US President of past who had been assassinated. Lastly, Private Ian Waller sat on the M240, mounted within the vehicle. His best friend, Hunter, held a Mk46 MOD 0, and Cpt Powell had a M4 SOPMOD to hand, with McKinley having a Mk14 MOD 1 DMR, Pvt Waller having a SCAR-L with an EGLM module attached.
"We're here. Our guy too." He simply said, as he opened up the door, Hunter chuckling.
"Another informant we want to talk to, after all these years. Classic." Hunter added, as they entered the derelict house, leaving the Humvee with the M240 turret behind, locked of course. The derelict hotel's back entrance was easy to get in, as they headed up a back flight of stairs, wepaons ready. Scott's HK416 had a Aimpoint CompM4 and a vertical Surefire M900 flashlight/foregrip, with a flash suppressor, not a silencer on the gun. He wore a regular Multicam set of BDUs, with an Ops Core helmet on his head, and a pair of Oakley Ballistic Goggles, souped up by the Mechanix gloves that he wore. They moved in, walking up, and then moving slowly, searching each corner, as they headed into the next room. Rasheed was here, sitting on a table, a guard with him who held an AKS-74U in his hands. Powell looked over, nodding, speaking in Arabic.
"Mr Rasheed, I am Captain Marcus Powell, US Army Special Forces. We came here because you said you had something you know of the activity against the oil refineries south of the city. Looking at the terms of your meeting, and what you want, we agree to these terms you have set. What you want we are currently in the process of doing, as we believe you are able to assist us on this matter at hand." He said, as the bearded man, some sort of former Cleric of sorts, sat up. He was a shady character- all that Scott knew was, that he willing to share important information, and that was that.
"I do agree, Captain. Take a seat. Keep your men watching, I am paranoid they could have followed you, you understand. I am worried they will kill us all, if they catch you here with me." He replied in Arabic, as Scott nodded, clear on what he said, moving through the derelict room to the window, where Hunter followed, looking out.
"My men have it covered. So we want to know what you know, if that is understandable, Mr Rasheed." The Captain said, as Rasheed sat up, coughing a little before he spoke, forming the words.
"Very well."
The start will be very fragmented- you won't understand everything chronologically with my post, but in some ways, your character kicks it off from the moment that Scott begins muttering, and walks in, to see him beginning to awake from his coma. That is where it all kinda begins.
One more edit to the look of my characters' armor. Three blended into one, it is hard to visualize, but I think this is the last I want to add- it completes it full circle.
Neato. IC is about to start.
I like the pairs- but I think Magnus isn't really involved entirely, so I suppose that Edward will sort of somehow end up with Laz/Arran, as they're in the same hotel.
No problem- it was a little too far ahead, but as you'll see in my next post, it'll be woven in quite effectively, with the rest of the team driving right into the middle of the anarchy.
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