My collab is done with Blue, but I think me and Abe still have to do something, and I've been ill as of late.
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STATUS: 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 :) 9 mos ago
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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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Merlin looked across at Olivia, watching her clip the targets, with a reliable operator's accurate accuracy, the ACR's rounds plinking against the targets down range, as he chuckled, a positive look on his face. A good Merlin was a happy Merlin, watching the SAS operator that he had saved two nights prior get down to her work.
"Nicely done. I'll activate the rest of the targets on the range, I need to get some food, so I'll leave you to it. You're still good for action, Olivia, so I wouldn't panic." He said to her, walking out of the booth as he put his SCAR back on the table, flipping the mag out, de-chambering a round before then leaving it by the other rifles on a rack, knowing it was at the very least, provisionally put away for now. He adjusted his sunglasses over his eyes, flicking his gloves off his hand, stowing them in a pocket in his trousers, as he wiped the sweat from his brow. It was a hot day, and the air felt thin, the summer in full play.
Merlin seemed to hold his presence as good as it was, as he headed outside, or at least out of the covered area. Corporal Owain Hereford was a good man at this sort of thing, the SFSG soldier in his mid-thirties one of the gunsmiths and armorers here, come best barbecue handlers on this home that Echo inhibited. Owain must have stood at around 6"2, and instantly, the most recognizable thing about Owain was his prosthetic leg, almost leaving half his right leg covered in composites and metal, with his left leg cut off from around the mid-shin or so, his left forearm also completely gone, and replaced by a simple prosthetic, nothing complicated. The story was a good one, Merlin reminded himself, it was a story that made his own missing toes look more like a fucking fairytale, that much could be said.
"Please tell me the burgers are done...I could kill a wolf for food round 'ere." Merlin said, as Owain nodded, chuckling. He flipped one off, onto a plate by the side, as he replied.
"First one's yours. I'm not going to fuck with a hungry Merlin."
"When all you can live on is MRE's, I think I could live with myself if I had to kill someone for this...and whatever paperwork's attached!" The bearded Captain chuckled heartily, as he took the burger and slid it into a bun, before biting in deep, then placing it back on the plate as he knew that there would be a few more that Owain was already grilling.
"Lads, the food's ready!" Merlin's voice reached everywhere when he shouted, his regimented boom reaching inside and out, as he took a seat on a white plastic chair across from the BBQ. Looking up, the light noise of the C130 could be heard, and he only grinned, knowing their own display team were coming. Merlin himself looked still imposing, and he wolfed his food down, knowing it was good to have something like this. The team were chilled themselves, from what he could tell. Richard was cleaning his gun, Tyler was making more of his crazy bang rounds, or his Wildcats with whatever amount of powder he was throwing in now, and Jarek was chilling out. It was R&R for a reason, because it wasn't Merlin commanding the team in what was a sandy, explosive shithole as per usual, and a chance to switch off, before switching on once more for more work.
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The door rushed open, Nikolaj watching Dominique casually put her sunglasses over her eyes, confident in her step. Nikolaj could only guess he was too, well, as best as he could feel throwing himself out of an aircraft at 15,000 feet, as he peered to the needle on his wrist once more, Adjusting his gloves, he breathed out, the full face helmet over his head, as he popped the visor down, following behind the American Parajumper, looking at Aleksandra.
"Got it. I'll follow on you." The Dane simply added, as he patted Aleksandra on the shoulder, watching Oakley go. She knew this shit, and no doubt, as the light turned green, they were running, out of the back of a perfectly well serviced military cargo plane, into the void. And Nikolaj himself couldn't help but grin at the sight of it, Dominique rolling, and Aleksandra backflipping into the sky. His feet charged on the metal ramp, the cold wind gripping, until....
It took hold, the feeling that felt inescapable, the moment of pure ecstasy...Nikolaj had frontflipped out, diving face first to the ground, flipping over wildly for just a moment. It was the strange feeling of watching the plane fly away, into the distance....and look like it was higher and further, though that of course was his relative sighted position to the aircarft. It was the fact that he was now in a place that was turbulent, violent...but free, and a place to enjoy himself, to move about, where he pleased. He stabilized out, looking for Aleksandra, Dima and Dominique, as he arched hard, before moving over towards them. Following close, he came alongside, grabbing a hold of Dominique's right hand, a look of glee clearly on his clean-shaven face, as he knew that Dominique had already flown her fun, probably able to sit-fly if she wished, or whatever crazy stuff she felt like doing, as Nikolaj held onto her, knowing the other two would soon come in...it seemed like he had made it down to her first, and the others would join on.
"Nicely done. I'll activate the rest of the targets on the range, I need to get some food, so I'll leave you to it. You're still good for action, Olivia, so I wouldn't panic." He said to her, walking out of the booth as he put his SCAR back on the table, flipping the mag out, de-chambering a round before then leaving it by the other rifles on a rack, knowing it was at the very least, provisionally put away for now. He adjusted his sunglasses over his eyes, flicking his gloves off his hand, stowing them in a pocket in his trousers, as he wiped the sweat from his brow. It was a hot day, and the air felt thin, the summer in full play.
Merlin seemed to hold his presence as good as it was, as he headed outside, or at least out of the covered area. Corporal Owain Hereford was a good man at this sort of thing, the SFSG soldier in his mid-thirties one of the gunsmiths and armorers here, come best barbecue handlers on this home that Echo inhibited. Owain must have stood at around 6"2, and instantly, the most recognizable thing about Owain was his prosthetic leg, almost leaving half his right leg covered in composites and metal, with his left leg cut off from around the mid-shin or so, his left forearm also completely gone, and replaced by a simple prosthetic, nothing complicated. The story was a good one, Merlin reminded himself, it was a story that made his own missing toes look more like a fucking fairytale, that much could be said.
"Please tell me the burgers are done...I could kill a wolf for food round 'ere." Merlin said, as Owain nodded, chuckling. He flipped one off, onto a plate by the side, as he replied.
"First one's yours. I'm not going to fuck with a hungry Merlin."
"When all you can live on is MRE's, I think I could live with myself if I had to kill someone for this...and whatever paperwork's attached!" The bearded Captain chuckled heartily, as he took the burger and slid it into a bun, before biting in deep, then placing it back on the plate as he knew that there would be a few more that Owain was already grilling.
"Lads, the food's ready!" Merlin's voice reached everywhere when he shouted, his regimented boom reaching inside and out, as he took a seat on a white plastic chair across from the BBQ. Looking up, the light noise of the C130 could be heard, and he only grinned, knowing their own display team were coming. Merlin himself looked still imposing, and he wolfed his food down, knowing it was good to have something like this. The team were chilled themselves, from what he could tell. Richard was cleaning his gun, Tyler was making more of his crazy bang rounds, or his Wildcats with whatever amount of powder he was throwing in now, and Jarek was chilling out. It was R&R for a reason, because it wasn't Merlin commanding the team in what was a sandy, explosive shithole as per usual, and a chance to switch off, before switching on once more for more work.
---
The door rushed open, Nikolaj watching Dominique casually put her sunglasses over her eyes, confident in her step. Nikolaj could only guess he was too, well, as best as he could feel throwing himself out of an aircraft at 15,000 feet, as he peered to the needle on his wrist once more, Adjusting his gloves, he breathed out, the full face helmet over his head, as he popped the visor down, following behind the American Parajumper, looking at Aleksandra.
"Got it. I'll follow on you." The Dane simply added, as he patted Aleksandra on the shoulder, watching Oakley go. She knew this shit, and no doubt, as the light turned green, they were running, out of the back of a perfectly well serviced military cargo plane, into the void. And Nikolaj himself couldn't help but grin at the sight of it, Dominique rolling, and Aleksandra backflipping into the sky. His feet charged on the metal ramp, the cold wind gripping, until....
It took hold, the feeling that felt inescapable, the moment of pure ecstasy...Nikolaj had frontflipped out, diving face first to the ground, flipping over wildly for just a moment. It was the strange feeling of watching the plane fly away, into the distance....and look like it was higher and further, though that of course was his relative sighted position to the aircarft. It was the fact that he was now in a place that was turbulent, violent...but free, and a place to enjoy himself, to move about, where he pleased. He stabilized out, looking for Aleksandra, Dima and Dominique, as he arched hard, before moving over towards them. Following close, he came alongside, grabbing a hold of Dominique's right hand, a look of glee clearly on his clean-shaven face, as he knew that Dominique had already flown her fun, probably able to sit-fly if she wished, or whatever crazy stuff she felt like doing, as Nikolaj held onto her, knowing the other two would soon come in...it seemed like he had made it down to her first, and the others would join on.
Been super busy, and Queen is apparently busy too. I'll post tomorrow :)
Seen, looks pretty awesome. I'll post up something soon- I would like to collab with Abe, AND you*, if that is possible. I've got a short collab coming up before that, relating to Garland/Alerie, and the introduction of Leyla Stanton.
*I meant Blue...the dangerous of sleep deprivation.
*I meant Blue...the dangerous of sleep deprivation.
PM me, PM me! I can also collab!
Also, on Nevix- we all okay to accept him? I wanted a little more in the way of specificity, particularly on equipment- though it seems fairly good. PM me if you need help on that, btw.
Gonna post soon, if nothing comes up from Queen in the next couple of days. Keep the train rolling and all :)
PM'd you.
@josephb, I see you are editing your CS. Actually, want to collab on a little post with Alerie and Garland, bringing in Leyla? I might post something short up, even though it wouldn't exactly cover what I have planned with Blue and potentially Abe.
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