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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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Lol, fair play. Well, kitting up/setting up weapons seems like the order of the day- I do want to have a few people go before me before I post again :P
Say yes, perhaps? :)
Anyone working on a post? I really want to keep things moving :)
Queenstone
The ship made it to the wooden dock, Garland looking out, standing as he could, the ship slowly drifting in as the oarsmen pulled the ship into place, to where the soldiers awaited. The ship creaked loudly, as it clashed with the wood, being pulled against the wooden dock, as Garland looked across to the soldiers that looked to him.
"I am Lord Garland Tyrell, here to see Rhaenyra Targaryen. Where is she?" Garland asked, as one of the soldiers looked across to Garland, looking at this Lord. The Reachman was taller than some, and apart from the cane that his weak body still needed a little, he seemed to have retained the good looks many thought of Lord Tyrell's curly-haired figure. His face was of a healthy complexion, albeit still relatively white as a sheet, and he seemed to have a particular intrigue, the soldiers aware of what they had to say.
"She's in the Keep....M'Lord, she's quite ill. Most of our Crownlanders have been fighting the remains of Pirates on this island, it is still not safe to be here....I would recomend you turn sails back, I have been told we cannot take an audience of any guests." The guard said, his gruff voice coming through, his orders and knowledge clear, as Garland sighed, irritated.
"Seven Hells, what of Baela Targaryen, her sister?"
"We still haven't heard, last I was told, she was headed to the South Stepstones." The soldier said, his helmet still on, as Garland sighed, looking up at the castle, and the surrounding town that went on beyond the harbour. It was in a terrible state, obviously after what had happened following the Targaryen invasion, was not exactly sunshine and rainbows. It was fire, and blood. The town hadn't been torched, but the people looked like they had been, psychologically, the pirates cleared and their wenches and surrounds left. He didn't want to say it aloud, but this was the "Kingdom of the Stepstones" had to arise from. Sighing, he looked back to the guard, his retinue close by, as Garland looked at the guard attentively.
"Anywhere in particular, lad?"
"Red Mast, M'Lord. All I saw was a dragon going south, that's all, and burning any ship they saw with a pirate flag. We can't take you."
"Fine. We'll keep sailing. Thank you." Garland said, as he turned, stopping midway, as he looked back.
"Can you pass a message on, to Rhaenyra?" He asked, as the guard nodded, as Garland looked to him, nodding back.
"Tell her I'll soon be getting her a gift." Lord Tyrell said, as he then turned, looking to the crew, who were generally waiting on Garland's command, already getting set up to go on shore.
"Men, we sail for Red Mast! We won't be setting ashore!"
Within a couple of minutes, and the information that had been taken on, the ship was leaving, and they were sailing away again. It seemed the pirate fleets were a thing of the past, so they wouldn't pose a threat to their sailing, though Garland knew that the world could very easily change it's ways, and that could most certainly pose a threat to them.
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The Rosewood, Highgarden
The woods were a nice place to be, the pines, conifers and deciduous trees blooming, the latter being still growing and not very large at all. Even 60 years had been enough to make it grow to the standard that some trees in the Reach were, but the conifers, pines and temperate spruces had all surged ahead of their leafier counterparts, filling the forest floor with needles. The noise was of quietly flowing water, of the trickling streams that had been carved, distant . Many people would settle on a grand garden, and Highgarden was one huge garden castle. Jamie The Green settled on a whole forest, born of his hand, to be his testament, his commitment to gardening. And indeed, wherever you went, you would find his intricacy, his artisanship. There were flowers from as far as the North, Qarth and the Southern Isles, and questions didn't need to be asked on how in seven hells that had happened that they could be fused into one forest, in it's different parts. For a moment, you were in a gorse-filled, pine surrounded wood, the next you were in a mixed conifer and oaken landscape with bluebells and daisies and roses as high as your thighs. The wildlife was as sedate, yet as varied as expected, and it's size allowed a small ecosystem of deer, boar and other animals to thrive, with game hunting an expected pastime for Lords and Merchants with the right permits, gamekeepers dotted throughout and paid for directly by the Reach's coffers. It was impressive, by anyone's regard. This was an enormous pleasure garden, to say the least.
Lyanna looked down at Rickard, smiling, as she sat by his side, on the felled log, overlooking a small stream, a set of rosebushes surrounding it, the smell in the air strong of both forest flowers, fruit and the coniferous odour. It was overpowering, utterly so, and was pleasant indeed, like a perfume only in the very nature. Rickard looked stronger today than usual, but he was still on his cane, and Lyanna had brought him here, just to talk a little. The lad looked up at his aunt, always seeing Auntie Lyanna as a little quiet, a little strange, but always wise. He had been tutored a little by her, and he always recognized her ways, that she was indeed, a real spider, someone who always sat above the stupid men of Highgarden, and she knew Rickard better than he even did, he thought to himself. He was headed to the Citadel after all, to Oldtown to study more. Perhaps he would see brother and sister when they came back from wherever they had gone, Rickard worried for their sake. Lyanna clutched a rose in her hand, resting it on the lap of her dress, as she looked to her younger kin.
"You're not stupid, Rickard. You're a clever lad. The Citadel will do good with you." She said, smiling, looking down at him, as Lyanna looked to the stream, sighing.
"This place we are sitting in itself was the one that Jamie The Green made. I remember him....he was a fine man indeed. Obsessed with his gardens, short-haired, and nothing special, apart from his gardens. I don't blame him, he was bored. His wife, Elena Ambrose, basically ran his Kingdom for him!. He planted those trees when he was as young as you, those bushes next to us before he died....they say he smelt of foxglove, roses and conifer even when he wasn't here." She said, shaking her head, Lyanna looking to Rickard, pointing out the trees as she did.
"He didn't. More like sweat and woodchippings. Gregor always looked up to him, though. He could never match him, so he spent all his time just ruling, or drinking. But I did love him dearly." Lyanna added, sighing, as she knew Rickard was quiet, just listening.
"Those are the realities of this world, my sweet child. It is stories you hear that aren't real, that people want to hurt our family, and all of us so badly. Family is what matters. We grow strong because we serve, and we protect our kin." She said to him, as he nodded, looking out.
"My brother's okay, isn't he?" Rickard asked her, breaking from the topic a little
"Somehow, I think he is....or Seven take us. And even I hate to say it...we could use him over bloody Loras. I'd do a far finer job than his Lordship." She said, chuckling, as Rickard felt a little more reassured, as she looked at him closely, sitting next to him.
"Remember this forest, Rickard. It's a lasting trait of our family. You'll do well. They'll let you read however much you like. If it's what you want."
"It is, auntie!"
"Good to hear of it. I think you have a horse to ride then."
I'll make a nice post for the now- it's roughly medium length when it's done, a little more descriptive.
One thing I have been thinking of doing is a character-driven narration of the Reach's history and lore in the RP's set itself (simular to how we see the extras to the series of Game of Thrones, explaining houses or wars), particularly to the Reach. Namely, explaining The Rosewood (a semi-coniferous forest planted by Garland's grandad, Jamie "The Green" Tyrell), the Houses of the Reach, among other random things, from various perspectives of the Tyrell family. Not sure if anyone thinks it's a good idea, or would be willing to read it :P
One thing I have been thinking of doing is a character-driven narration of the Reach's history and lore in the RP's set itself (simular to how we see the extras to the series of Game of Thrones, explaining houses or wars), particularly to the Reach. Namely, explaining The Rosewood (a semi-coniferous forest planted by Garland's grandad, Jamie "The Green" Tyrell), the Houses of the Reach, among other random things, from various perspectives of the Tyrell family. Not sure if anyone thinks it's a good idea, or would be willing to read it :P
I'll PM you at some point today- I interview people for the RP, just to see what you're made of and what ideas you bring into it, it's basically just a formality before you can join in. We'll talk over ideas for characters too- a radioman isn't really needed in this type of team, but there are a few things which are.
Yay- anyone else? I just want to keep things moving, as I'll post again soon and put us all into theatre :)
I'm tempted to get a post in, but I seriously think that someone else besides me and Blue should :P I might do something in a day or two if not.
Seb began packing on the tarpaulin, putting his canopy back into the rig, taking about five minutes to go through the whole process, being careful with all the lines and the material, getting it back in a jumpable state. Slinging it over his shoulders, he managed to slide out of his wingsuit, and slung that over his shoulder too, following Ellie, as she seemed to be more aware of their arrangement here.
He couldn't help but grin at the nice trailer, throwing down his stuff, as he sighed, slamming onto the bed.
"Yeah, that was so sick." He swung the gold wristband a little, before putting it on his wrist, before looking at his case that had been left in here. He took a few things out, but one of the things he was looking for was a black baseball cap, going onto his shaven head, complimenting his black and grey t-shirt, and his khaki shorts he wore, Seb feeling ready for the party, his glorious girlfriend looking like it too. Before she went out the door, he pecked a kiss on her cheek, as she looked out, and turned to him.
"I'm right behind you....let's go paaartay, as they say!"
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The music inside was pounding, the mass of people drinking, chatting, dancing and soaking the atmosphere making it electric, this place really setting off. Ross's head was recovering, and he was getting his shit back together, able to at least know what was going on. And this was awesome....albeit not as edgy as the party in the warehouse/construction site in London, that was a whole different beast altogether. This was just a really good party, that was a midnight rave, and a real street racing event, true and mental as usual. This felt regulated. The ecstasy wasn't going to be anywhere near as well cut. Ever since he had a kid, he was no longer anywhere close to that scene, but his youth said it all, he thought to himself.
Ross followed her to the bar, losing Kimberly for a second, seeing her go to another corner of the huge bar, while he went to another. Looking out, he saw the cups of Thatchers' Cider being served, and not being one that was going to say no to a cider, he was going to drink. He might have just been knocked out, but as Kimberly would know it, he was a tough cookie. And he didn't really care too much. His head was recovering slowly, and the party was kicking off, the place getting rowdy, the dance floor beginning to be filled. Swigging his drink down, he tried to look for Kimberly, cutting his way through. Even after five minutes, he could't find her, and his pint was finished. That, and his need to go to the men's room was kicking in. He was sure he'd find Kimberly, at some point later on.
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Ryan smiled, watching her urgently lead.
"Sure thing." He simply replied back to his team-mate, running after her as he followed Regina into the dark, towards where the caravans and trailers were all parked up, knowing that the party was getting cracking, and that they'd be following in, being drivers, they'd be recognized and let through to the VIP section to chill, relax and calm down.
Finding it empty, Ryan shugged his shoulders, chuckling.
"He can't be partying." He said to himself aloud, as he looked at Regina.
"Then again, this is the Ross Hartley who I know. They'll be out there somewhere." Ryan added, sighing as he heard her comment, thinking himself.
"I'll stay away from the cocktails, just a pint of cider, for tomorrow morning to at least be a nice one. Am I too simple like that?"
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In the crowded toilets, Ross finished going for a slash, heading out where he saw another bloke, a little shorter than him, in his black t-shirt and shorts, wearing a baseball cap and generally looking like the adrenaline junkie he was. He seemed athletic. After washing his hands, he headed out, just in front, thinking he recognized him from somewhere.
"Excuse me, you're not from that YouTube channel....TheWingman, right?"
"I might be, yes?" Seb said, chuckling a little, as Ross smirked.
"No way....that is absolutely awesome!" The Scot replied, as they headed out of the portacabin come festival toilet, the music audible from here still, as he looked inside, following the individual out.
"Well, my real name is Seb Rietch, if you have to know...and you are?" Seb replied, looking at the other fellow, standing a few inches taller than him, and with a slightly more fearsome appearance. Seb knew he was well developed from his time on the mountains, and could call himself athletic, but this fellow looked like he was hard, far more raw, and his head was similarly shaven, with a particularly staring look in his young eyes. He was probably a racer, Sebastian guessed to himself.
"I'm Ross, Ross Hartley. Shit, my wife would go crazy to meet you." Ross said, as Seb chuckled, looking at the party for a second before back at Ross.
"No way, you're married? That's pretty sweet....dude, I should tell you about my girlfriend, Ellie....I film her a lot, actually, I haven't met anyone who flies like her." He replied as smoothly as he could when describing wingsuit BASE, as Ross chuckled, shaking his head.
"She sounds like fun....and that must be so cool, flying together and all right? Man, I wish I could do that, but I'm too fucking scared!" Ross said, as Seb nodded, smiling.
"It's good, kinda normal though to me now...which I guess isn't a good thing! I mean, it's what we do I suppose. What about you? Seems like jumping isn't your thing then?" Seb asked, as Ross took the initiative, as they headed back towards the party under the tent, and the bar.
"I just race really, I'm more on the streets though. Part mechanic, part racer, part fixer. I solve problems in a way....I've always thought about going into YouTube, your stuff inspires me, you know?" Ross said, Seb chuckling, feeling a bit red, and a little humbled.
"Yeah, I guess it's sweet....hey, since I got paid today, want to get a drink on me? You seem like a nice guy, after all!" Seb said, the Austrian relatively easygoing, and the conversation sparking well between the two of them, Seb glad he wasn't some simple fanboy, but actually got down to
"Fuck yeah, why not?" And with that, they were headed into the crowd, Seb leading the way back to where he remembered he had been with his girlfriend, downing cocktails and other splendid drinks.
He couldn't help but grin at the nice trailer, throwing down his stuff, as he sighed, slamming onto the bed.
"Yeah, that was so sick." He swung the gold wristband a little, before putting it on his wrist, before looking at his case that had been left in here. He took a few things out, but one of the things he was looking for was a black baseball cap, going onto his shaven head, complimenting his black and grey t-shirt, and his khaki shorts he wore, Seb feeling ready for the party, his glorious girlfriend looking like it too. Before she went out the door, he pecked a kiss on her cheek, as she looked out, and turned to him.
"I'm right behind you....let's go paaartay, as they say!"
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The music inside was pounding, the mass of people drinking, chatting, dancing and soaking the atmosphere making it electric, this place really setting off. Ross's head was recovering, and he was getting his shit back together, able to at least know what was going on. And this was awesome....albeit not as edgy as the party in the warehouse/construction site in London, that was a whole different beast altogether. This was just a really good party, that was a midnight rave, and a real street racing event, true and mental as usual. This felt regulated. The ecstasy wasn't going to be anywhere near as well cut. Ever since he had a kid, he was no longer anywhere close to that scene, but his youth said it all, he thought to himself.
Ross followed her to the bar, losing Kimberly for a second, seeing her go to another corner of the huge bar, while he went to another. Looking out, he saw the cups of Thatchers' Cider being served, and not being one that was going to say no to a cider, he was going to drink. He might have just been knocked out, but as Kimberly would know it, he was a tough cookie. And he didn't really care too much. His head was recovering slowly, and the party was kicking off, the place getting rowdy, the dance floor beginning to be filled. Swigging his drink down, he tried to look for Kimberly, cutting his way through. Even after five minutes, he could't find her, and his pint was finished. That, and his need to go to the men's room was kicking in. He was sure he'd find Kimberly, at some point later on.
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Ryan smiled, watching her urgently lead.
"Sure thing." He simply replied back to his team-mate, running after her as he followed Regina into the dark, towards where the caravans and trailers were all parked up, knowing that the party was getting cracking, and that they'd be following in, being drivers, they'd be recognized and let through to the VIP section to chill, relax and calm down.
Finding it empty, Ryan shugged his shoulders, chuckling.
"He can't be partying." He said to himself aloud, as he looked at Regina.
"Then again, this is the Ross Hartley who I know. They'll be out there somewhere." Ryan added, sighing as he heard her comment, thinking himself.
"I'll stay away from the cocktails, just a pint of cider, for tomorrow morning to at least be a nice one. Am I too simple like that?"
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In the crowded toilets, Ross finished going for a slash, heading out where he saw another bloke, a little shorter than him, in his black t-shirt and shorts, wearing a baseball cap and generally looking like the adrenaline junkie he was. He seemed athletic. After washing his hands, he headed out, just in front, thinking he recognized him from somewhere.
"Excuse me, you're not from that YouTube channel....TheWingman, right?"
"I might be, yes?" Seb said, chuckling a little, as Ross smirked.
"No way....that is absolutely awesome!" The Scot replied, as they headed out of the portacabin come festival toilet, the music audible from here still, as he looked inside, following the individual out.
"Well, my real name is Seb Rietch, if you have to know...and you are?" Seb replied, looking at the other fellow, standing a few inches taller than him, and with a slightly more fearsome appearance. Seb knew he was well developed from his time on the mountains, and could call himself athletic, but this fellow looked like he was hard, far more raw, and his head was similarly shaven, with a particularly staring look in his young eyes. He was probably a racer, Sebastian guessed to himself.
"I'm Ross, Ross Hartley. Shit, my wife would go crazy to meet you." Ross said, as Seb chuckled, looking at the party for a second before back at Ross.
"No way, you're married? That's pretty sweet....dude, I should tell you about my girlfriend, Ellie....I film her a lot, actually, I haven't met anyone who flies like her." He replied as smoothly as he could when describing wingsuit BASE, as Ross chuckled, shaking his head.
"She sounds like fun....and that must be so cool, flying together and all right? Man, I wish I could do that, but I'm too fucking scared!" Ross said, as Seb nodded, smiling.
"It's good, kinda normal though to me now...which I guess isn't a good thing! I mean, it's what we do I suppose. What about you? Seems like jumping isn't your thing then?" Seb asked, as Ross took the initiative, as they headed back towards the party under the tent, and the bar.
"I just race really, I'm more on the streets though. Part mechanic, part racer, part fixer. I solve problems in a way....I've always thought about going into YouTube, your stuff inspires me, you know?" Ross said, Seb chuckling, feeling a bit red, and a little humbled.
"Yeah, I guess it's sweet....hey, since I got paid today, want to get a drink on me? You seem like a nice guy, after all!" Seb said, the Austrian relatively easygoing, and the conversation sparking well between the two of them, Seb glad he wasn't some simple fanboy, but actually got down to
"Fuck yeah, why not?" And with that, they were headed into the crowd, Seb leading the way back to where he remembered he had been with his girlfriend, downing cocktails and other splendid drinks.
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