Gowi
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Yeah, I'm just waiting on Vatke, yo.
Curious to see what you'll be coming up with.
There's room, considering activity is struggling with itself.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Since those interested in the general interest check have gone quiet, I thought I'd promote this here since well it's where I put the roleplay in the first place.
OOC Thread
So, I was sitting down thinking back to a few of the threads from before the guild had its downtime in December and being pretty inspired but intimidated by the role-plays inspired by A Song of Ice and Fire that seemed to be high in quantity at the time. I had only read so much of the series and seen only two seasons of the series at the time and felt pretty intimidated to even try my hand at it. “I can’t do this canon setting justice at all” I thought so I recalled something ages ago from the depths of my role-playing experiences from around 2003.
That’s where I recalled a light fantasy called Fatal Souls which I had some lore built up on an old hard drive, so I dug that out and got to work rebuilding it. It didn’t come to me until hours and hours later that it would’ve probably been exceptionally easier if I just went to a Game of Thrones wiki and absorbed information rather than worldbuilding from scratch. But what was done was done.
With my previous role-play’s struggling to stay active I decided to try this—a ‘workshop’ sandbox that relied on the other users to help build the role-play’s “filler” from the ground up with tons of liberties to be available to be taken.
As a sandbox roleplay, I don’t want to demand people to be kings or queens, but tell a point of view they want to tell that fits. This can mean stories of a sailing hiresword, a corrupt prince, a flamboyant merchant, or an exiled knight for rough examples. I mean it’d be wonderful if we all had this socio-political role-play between the houses of the mainland (Orlandis), but I don’t want to force that. As GM my role outside of telling my own stories, will be helping guide the setting with events from non-playable actions as I doubt we need to have a writer for each individual country. I love multiple perspectives and throwing something out there.
What you write may affect others and what I write likely will as well. This isn’t an authoritarian show, everybody can create a possible outcome that affects things around them. If a former crowned prince is suddenly off in the Atularis Ocean hunting down slavers then there is a likelihood that somebody will hear about it and somebody important will hear about it and so on. Of course player-on-player interaction is encouraged as it is a cooperative effort, though.
For those that could like this idea; whether it's Game of Thrones RP alumni or others, all of the information is in the link below (and above!):
OOC Thread
So, I was sitting down thinking back to a few of the threads from before the guild had its downtime in December and being pretty inspired but intimidated by the role-plays inspired by A Song of Ice and Fire that seemed to be high in quantity at the time. I had only read so much of the series and seen only two seasons of the series at the time and felt pretty intimidated to even try my hand at it. “I can’t do this canon setting justice at all” I thought so I recalled something ages ago from the depths of my role-playing experiences from around 2003.
That’s where I recalled a light fantasy called Fatal Souls which I had some lore built up on an old hard drive, so I dug that out and got to work rebuilding it. It didn’t come to me until hours and hours later that it would’ve probably been exceptionally easier if I just went to a Game of Thrones wiki and absorbed information rather than worldbuilding from scratch. But what was done was done.
With my previous role-play’s struggling to stay active I decided to try this—a ‘workshop’ sandbox that relied on the other users to help build the role-play’s “filler” from the ground up with tons of liberties to be available to be taken.
As a sandbox roleplay, I don’t want to demand people to be kings or queens, but tell a point of view they want to tell that fits. This can mean stories of a sailing hiresword, a corrupt prince, a flamboyant merchant, or an exiled knight for rough examples. I mean it’d be wonderful if we all had this socio-political role-play between the houses of the mainland (Orlandis), but I don’t want to force that. As GM my role outside of telling my own stories, will be helping guide the setting with events from non-playable actions as I doubt we need to have a writer for each individual country. I love multiple perspectives and throwing something out there.
What you write may affect others and what I write likely will as well. This isn’t an authoritarian show, everybody can create a possible outcome that affects things around them. If a former crowned prince is suddenly off in the Atularis Ocean hunting down slavers then there is a likelihood that somebody will hear about it and somebody important will hear about it and so on. Of course player-on-player interaction is encouraged as it is a cooperative effort, though.
For those that could like this idea; whether it's Game of Thrones RP alumni or others, all of the information is in the link below (and above!):
Gowi said
Next bundle of posts are on the drawing board.
Expect some fruit from this soon.
It had been days since the barrel of the gun rang out in worksite zero-one-two, and the guards for the most part had been rallying together a sort of “deadpool” until the next death came calling. Some of them assumed it would be in twenty-four hours and others a full cycle of days. Doran Karek didn’t make any guesses or assumptions even with his own bitter cynicism that plagued his character he did feel some pity for everybody who was thrown into this situation. Nobody deserved to have their life turned into a game, though there was nothing he could say or do about it that would remove their little entertaining distraction. As he walked by the post of one of the standing “lieutenant” slavers he caught the glimpse of a conversation which caught some degree of interesting from Doran.
“Sir, she’s stirring, she’s coming awake.”
“After as long as they’ve been quiet?” The higher ranked slaver mused as his expression conveyed a sense of wonder. Who they could be talking about was something Doran wondered as he stopped to listen in as his eyes looked over the slave yards that were in plain view.
“Correct.”
“Never thought I’d see the myth being able to speak, this is… interesting, take me to the special chambers in the detainment cells.” There was a sense of excitement in the higher ranked slaver’s voice as the two moved away from the post without even getting a temporary replacement—though that wasn’t the strange part. The strange part were words like ‘myth’ and ‘special’ which made Doran come to the conclusion that they spoke of the Old Hellion; a slave dating back to long before Doran was a slave (let alone a manager), who had survived without all subsistence as they found themselves in a comatose state. He wondered what that could mean for everything since there were so many rumors about Hellion ranging from origin and significance. After all, she was the only slave to not be buried in such a weak condition. But the fact she was still breathing after several decades brought a sense of wonder and curiosity in even him. But he had no place in the cells—he managed those who hadn’t broken the rules.
Still though… it was very interesting.
Doran shook his head, he had heard that the purple-furred one was stirring emotional problems again—and he decided to go see what it was about this time…
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Got a few bites, but I'm still curious to see who else can be lured in.
St. Albert's Catholic Church, Main Floor
Everything was happening so damned fast and Officer Levitski felt the pressure of it as the radio, the new survivor, the return of Henry and Fleur, and the stress of the situation came to be. Levitski’s eyes moved from scene to scene, as if he couldn’t keep up with the amount of everything he was expected to keep in order. His inexperience began to crack in his mind, but his drive to protect everyone kept it from appearing too much on his face. The new survivors admittance that transportation would be more trouble than it was worth was correct, and while Levitski had not seen the central police station’s status with his own eyes he worried how they were holding up considering his own police communicator had been lost during the chaos and this radio was not one he could contact the station with—it was not a two-way radio, but simply a receiver and one that was badly damaged at that.
He held out his hand as Fleur came in claiming there was a priest upstairs who had become infected and averted his attention. “Don’t worry.” He managed to reply.
Peter Simpson raised a brow, “Don’t worry? There’s infected outside and inside; sounds like a pretty big deal to me.”
“There’s likely to be infected wherever we go. We need to—”
William Robens shrugged as the group began to converse, rather erratically at that. “There’s not enough supplies in the kitchen or restrooms to stay here.” He spoke in his deadpan tone with his left hand shuffled in his pocket with his right one holding a crowbar which he pressed against the floor.
“We also need to be quiet.” He added in a bored manner.
“Yeah… noise attracts them, right?”
“Likely.” Will shrugged.
Everything was happening so damned fast and Officer Levitski felt the pressure of it as the radio, the new survivor, the return of Henry and Fleur, and the stress of the situation came to be. Levitski’s eyes moved from scene to scene, as if he couldn’t keep up with the amount of everything he was expected to keep in order. His inexperience began to crack in his mind, but his drive to protect everyone kept it from appearing too much on his face. The new survivors admittance that transportation would be more trouble than it was worth was correct, and while Levitski had not seen the central police station’s status with his own eyes he worried how they were holding up considering his own police communicator had been lost during the chaos and this radio was not one he could contact the station with—it was not a two-way radio, but simply a receiver and one that was badly damaged at that.
He held out his hand as Fleur came in claiming there was a priest upstairs who had become infected and averted his attention. “Don’t worry.” He managed to reply.
Peter Simpson raised a brow, “Don’t worry? There’s infected outside and inside; sounds like a pretty big deal to me.”
“There’s likely to be infected wherever we go. We need to—”
William Robens shrugged as the group began to converse, rather erratically at that. “There’s not enough supplies in the kitchen or restrooms to stay here.” He spoke in his deadpan tone with his left hand shuffled in his pocket with his right one holding a crowbar which he pressed against the floor.
“We also need to be quiet.” He added in a bored manner.
“Yeah… noise attracts them, right?”
“Likely.” Will shrugged.
Really excited to see more of that, hope to see more bites of similar regard as well. I'll get to working on House Veron some more myself.
I'll see what I can do today, alright? =)
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