Gowi

Fatal Souls | Game of Thrones-esque, Mild Fantasy/Light Fantasy Medieval Sandbox RP

I am working on the next version of the political map as we speak, which is why I'm half-active, btw.

Fatal Souls | Game of Thrones-esque, Mild Fantasy/Light Fantasy Medieval Sandbox RP

I'll get to your PM in a bit, Luc.

Dblade, let's see...

Matar
Religion: Xa'lin
Ethnicity: Azraqi
Politics: Sultanate with strong trade centers in Ortan and Orm

I think for the most part that's what I got.

Fatal Souls | Game of Thrones-esque, Mild Fantasy/Light Fantasy Medieval Sandbox RP

Anyway here's some other alpha maps:

religion

culture

deserts

Fatal Souls | Game of Thrones-esque, Mild Fantasy/Light Fantasy Medieval Sandbox RP

I guess it would depend on if he's already an established pirate/merchant at the start of the story, which country his country of origin would be and what their culture is like and overall what strikes me as most interesting. Speaking of, how much worldbuilding should we do or lore should we take liberties or help with, and I'm leaning more towards one of the Middle Eastern Countries depending on what they and the three different island areas are like.

I have so little developed, but there is a bit of lore in stone (mostly with Orlandis which is the continent with Terijas and such). There is a LOT of wiggle room for players to do what they want with their own ideas of development and such.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

dem spider man clones

Fatal Souls | Game of Thrones-esque, Mild Fantasy/Light Fantasy Medieval Sandbox RP

I'm just not sure if I want gunpowder invented/discovered yet is all I'm saying, lol. Though I am leaning towards if it is; it's bulky, expensive, and high risk high reward.

Fatal Souls | Game of Thrones-esque, Mild Fantasy/Light Fantasy Medieval Sandbox RP

Yeah, it definitely leave a lot open for sure. I'm definitely curious how you are going to spin the origin of getting the ship together, the ambiguity of everything and so on. =)

Resident Evil: Horizon of Despair

St. Albert's Catholic Church, Main Floor

William Robens frowned with a feeling of annoyance, whilst he had been sarcastic before it seemed that he didn’t particular care from hearing the same sort of attitude from somebody else. But the man on the other side of the door of the church kitchen had a very poignant point—the longer they waited talking loudly at that the more likely that the currently infected would be waltzing down their direction. With a heavy sigh he looked to Officer Levitski who cautiously nodded while he kept his handgun at the ready. William wasn’t sure about how essential Levitski was a leader, but the man had a firearm which was certainly something essential to Will’s survival.

“Okay.” He said as he carefully opened the door, to see the visage of the man behind the voice. “Come in, and do it quietly.”

It was after this that Peter Simpson’s group from the basement returned with a small battery-powered emergency radio; one of them almost immediately started fiddling with it—trying to find a frequency. The sound of this caused Levitski’s eyes to move from the new survivor to the radio. Levitski wondered if they would have any luck finding any frequencies, but he was holding on to hope that even an automated message would have been on rotation on one of the frequencies. Such hope seemed to be not wishful thinking as a message although badly buffered and thick of static came through the radio.

“—not a test, this is an alert stationed by OBS.” The message was in a bad sort of shape, the reception tower it was originating at was likely damaged and running under massive issues. But at least the first part of the message was clear: the Office of Bioterror Security, a more ‘newer’ government agency tasked with counterterrorism of biological weapons originating a few years ago under President Graham’s organization during his last term.

“We advise survivors to relocate to optimal safe zones for extraction. Suggested locations include the central police precinct off Dumont Street or Ramsey College off Lorren Road. Extraction teams are on the way to principal loca—not a test...” The second bit in the circular automated message suggested extraction was imminent and that optimal locations included the central police station and ramsey college—but both of these things while downtown didn’t sit right with Peter Simpson but he didn’t know why.

Fatal Souls | Game of Thrones-esque, Mild Fantasy/Light Fantasy Medieval Sandbox RP

Dblade26 said
Also maybe interested in playing a Merchant Captain/totally-not-a-pirate-at-all-honest from one of the Island republics. Or someone from Not-Iberia. Sorry for the doublepost, tired and not thinking super-clear

Just do understand if you write a POV of "totally-not-a-pirate-at-all-honest" that so far my idea on cannons are very primitive (I know, you'd think in this amount of time they'd be at least early imperial age tech, but lol) to the equivalent of very early feudal era. Though I might have the people from the arabic/african-esque continent have some grasp of the concept. Hard to decide since I don't even know if gunpowder has been invented/discovered yet. I do like the idea of people approaching stories in this field of adventure and such though so don't think I'm discouraging anyone. =D

I'm interested in this. I'd like to play a common foot soldier, if that's possible.

I'm trying to think how you'd intend to do a soldier's POV, so that's a curious idea given there are plenty of places for soldiers to be stationed. You see that stretch of land over the Sea of Echoes that Perhyr owns? It's held to be a sort of lookout for pagan raiders ("not-wildlings/freefolk/vikings"), there's no grandoise wall (great wall, etc.) but there are plenty of forts and small stretches of stone or palisade walls probably though.

The Order: Awakening the Dragon

| Dunric, The Confederacy of Dun |

Mathis Rauzil stood amongst his closest friend, Lexia Uael, as the two stood in the shadows of where it all had really begun only a few months ago—at the chapel of Infinity. Although it nearly felt like a year as it had happened on the eve of the previous summer and here they were in late winter of the current cycle. When Marlowe had decided to travel northeast to seek a society that he believed was the key to getting stronger, Mathis had supplied him with the information he had on the society but overall the young man didn’t know as much as he would have liked to share.

In the absence of Marlowe, he had seen the swordsman named Kath get more obsessive in his approach as he became a Vann to seek out any whisper of the Order as after the battle with Gandilos the majority of the Order’s approach disappeared which frightened as well as confused Mathis as he couldn’t fathom why. With Otis Malr deceased and out of the way why would they not come at Dunric so viciously? or for that matter why didn’t they seek to end his and Lexia’s lives? They were traitors to them, and The Order was pretty clear how they handled treason. Were they so insignificant to not care? Did they reprioritize the relevance of Dunric or had their entire assault on Dunric had a different intention the whole time and he not know it even when he was within their employ?

A heavy sigh left him as he placed his hands down on the bench before him. “They’re still out there, doing… something.”

The despair in Mathis’ voice was clear as his female companion approached him, “Rauz—”

“They’ve gone quiet, Lexi, and I can’t grasp one single theory that makes any form of comprehensive sense.” The blue-haired man took a heavy breath after he spoke the sentence, reflecting on this uncomfortable feeling he had about the entirety of the situation.

“I’ve been sitting here, trying to think about what they could possibly thinking or doing—but one thing is for sure, Dunric hasn’t seen a white-cloak in over two months. Why did they send your father and myself after you if Dunric was so important last summer?”

Lexi frowned, “I don’t know.”

He nodded in reply, “That’s the thing, no matter how obsessive some of the city’s vann are… there’s no sense of them, like they never existed, like Dun wasn’t their big plan. What was the point of Dunric?”

Lexi shuffled her hands in her pockets, “We were told that it was the perfect place to reveal our intent, to repair the world—to instill order.”

“Which is the thing, it doesn’t make much sense… unless their purpose has been filled?”

“Impossible, The Order intends to eradicate all theology by any means necessary, you know that. It’s a cult of the blind, the vicious, and the apathetic.”

“I know. So why have they gone quiet? Where have they gone?”

There was a thick tension as a new voice cut through their silence, a voice that sent both of the former orderlings on edge. “That’s a very good question. Where have we gone?”

Both of the two’s expressions sank as the new voice replied to their own worries and they spun around toward the direction to not see a man in white but in a very blatant disguise. It was exceptionally rare for the order to send somebody to not announce themselves by flying their flags that mocked the godly color.

“The answer is that we never left.”

A knot rose in Mathis Rauzil’s throat as he crossed his arms. “Then why are we still alive?”

“That’s an interesting question.” The disguised orderling stated as he narrowed his eyes with a wide smirk. It was at the end of that where the orderling disappeared in the simple blink of an eye. Why would the order announce such information to them? Was it a lie to get them on edge, distrusting everybody in Dunric to be an orderling in disguise? What were they waiting for if they were watching him and his friends? The only thing Mathis could deduce was that they perhaps wanted him to see the end result before dying which unsettled the man even more. His eyes moved to Lexi’s as he spoke again.

“I don’t know what that was about, but we have to be on our guard and find out what they are up to.”

“But how do we find that out?”

“I’ll… think of something. The Order is too arrogant to not slip up and not have one of their men succumb to their personal taste for destruction and murder.”