Hexaflexagon

Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld

I would be interested in giving this a whirl as well. I'm currently toying with a few ideas for characters in my head but haven't really decided on anything too solid yet.

Old Gods: A Tale of Monsters and Men

@Sonatina
Alright sounds good!

@Kriminel
Ah well having a character being prejudice against the infected is actually kind of preferable. It adds a layer of believable if cruel reality to the world and it's one thing to say this racism and prejudice exists in the world and another to actually show it. And if all our human characters were pretty chill about the infected even though for their entire lives they were told that they were less than human monsters intended to eat them and burn down their homes it would seem just a little odd lol. And beside it makes things oh so much more cathartic when they get over their own prejudices and hatred for one another and get together as a team or whatever.

Oh and how they get together well at the start everybody wakes up inside the dungeon of an old Republic City. Every character will have their own reasons to have ended up down there (that you as players will surely come up with some creative reasons) but it almost seems like an outside force is conspiring to get you all in the same place and at the same time. And well the mystery of solving why that is starts from there.

@Sypherkhode822
Yeah it's really no problem. I care more about the words in the CS more than anything else as you may have expected.

@Jinxer
Well that's really up to you. You may want to make a mention of it in your CS but flesh it out in more detail in the actual story or vice versa whatever you feel would be best for your intended character.

@RedDusk
I like him! The only question I would have is what happened after his encounter with the Inquisitors. Has he continued to just wander about aimlessly without a true purpose, or is he setting out with a goal in mind or something of the sort to fulfill? Just something to think about of maybe adding in but beside that it all looks good in my book.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

Naat's face was a comforting sight to say the least. Truth be told even taken Zulo's wrinkled judging mass anything with a sense of familiarity in whatever was happening above them. Naat looked okay as Charuri surveyed her quickly with her eyes making sure her fellow padawan was not injured, maybe a little bit frazzled and having the wide eyed expression of anyone that had just gone through what was happening above but okay. This didn't surprise Charuri all that much as Naat was a warrior through and through in the realm of hitting things first and asking questions later Charuri reckoned that there were few better among the Padawans of the Order. Whom little of us there may be left. the thought crept into her head slowly like some sort of old and ancient Duracrete slug slowly spreading its doubt through her form. Maybe the three of them were the only padawans left in the entire galaxy, maybe they would be the only ones left. Shaking her head of such thoughts, she listened to Naat's tale. It sounded dreadingly familiar to Charuri and she figured any other survivors if any would have similar stories to tell. But they could worry about the horrors they saw later, they had to push forward. The rumble as the bombardment above continued further accenting the point with each explosion.

"Indeed it is Naat, I was worried that Jenner and I were the only ones to make it out. You proabably can't imagine how happy your face has made me amongst all this karking poodoo." It was a nervous tick of her's slipping into Huttese, one could tell how igated the cathar padawan was becoming based on the ratio of basic to Huttese that she was using. She knew little Catharese mostly what her mother had tried to teach her when she had the time between dancing for Zulo and his guests but she could speak for what it mattered practically fluent Huttese having spent the first few years of her life surrounded by it. It was odd how the language of criminals and cutthroats brought a sort of warm and reassuring comfort to her but it did. It reminded her of her old home, of her mother and her friends before Raonk and the Republic peacekeepers broke through the door and forever changed her world. It was the only thing of her friends and family that she still had and desperately clung on to like trying to keep sand inside of a broken hourglass.

"I've gone over thousands of scenarios in my head, racking my brain for some kind of answer for all this. But I've found none and the force has becoming deathly quiet only present in its cries and tremors as more of our friends are cut down. Why would the wakamancha pateessas attack us here? Only a sleemo attacks his foe at his bunky dunko. You saw the markings on their heads. These clones are the 501st the Republic's finest, I'm sure all of us have fought alongside at least some the clones now shooting us down like bantha to a slaughter. What has gotten into their minds? Or have we truly done something terrible?" She asked out loud all though she was more or less searching her own brain for answers that she could not find. As much as she didn't want to admit it though it did make sense in a way. Public opinion of the Jedi had been low as the war drew into its third long year and even the heroics of Master Kenobi and Skywalker wasn't enough stem the public unrest. The Jedi became the symbol of the aging republic old as the institution they were trying to protect and even though the war it was going too slow and the fear was left unchecked for too long. Through all the readings that Feemor had pressed upon her in history what was happening now was a textbook example of a political scheme at its best. They were the scapegoats for something much bigger. But what darker power was pulling the strings? Another rumble made her loop upwards and help remind her of the fact that they had to continue moving and soon.

".... We should proabably move and soon. No telling how long it will take for the clones to find a way down here and even with the tunnels labyrinth like qualities it's only a matter of time before we are forced into a situation that I would prefer we stayed out of. The less death we cause, the better the chances we have of slipping away unnoticed. I can lead us down through the supply tunnels, this will eventually spill out into one of the auxiliary access shafts and from there we can hopefully slip into the undercity unnoticed and wait for some of the heat to die down." She explained to the other two in as calm as a tone as she could manage doing her best to keep her center like Feemor had taught her. It wasn't the best of plans but it was the best they had given the current circumstances. She would of prefered well not having to dive into the hole of utter depravity that was the undercity but with its mass of people and thousands of hiding holes that would take some strangers in no questions asked for the right favor or price it would be safe enough for a while. But once they took the Temple, they could start going through the records and counting the bodies and soon enough they would figure some people are missing... but that was a problem for a later date.

Suddenly a spark in the force as bodies grew closer. The patter of footsteps against metal and soon far down the edge of the tunnel the characteristic glow of a Clone Trooper's headlamp projecting into the darkness. The cone of vision moving out ahead of them still out of reach to reveal the trio's position. Growing deathly silent, Charuri crouched once more trying to get as close to the ground as possible while still maintaining two legged motion. The clones were talking to themselves from what she could gather they were moving out in a standard search pattern. Luckily for the padawans the way deeper in was in the other direction from their would be hunters and Charuri figured as long as they stayed quiet the darkness could provided a well enough shield for them to progress forward. Motioning with her hands to the other two she gestured for them to follow her deeper into the darkness in the opposite direction. Taking one step against the cool metal silent and then the next until she began to vanish into the shadows ahead of them. The hunt was on.

Old Gods: A Tale of Monsters and Men

@Sonatina
Rhys looks good so far! I like how you captured the depravity and general suck of the tainted life's within the Republic. My only real comment would be maybe to flesh out her personality a little more but that is a little minor concern in terms of the bigger picture. :)

@Jinxer
Everything is looking good so far as well. I'd be interested to hear about how you are going to play with her own views of the infected and the such. Since in upper class human society or at least in the norm it is very much drilled into them from birth that the infected are less than people, that they are dirt and should be treated like such. With parents encouraging their children to torment the infected servants and etcetera.

@Sypherkhode822
From what I can see at the moment the CS is moving in the right direction!. My only comment right now would be not to forgot to center your character image.

@Kangaroo
Roger that good sir. Have no fret, I understand the pains of a crazy work week.

@Noxious
Oh why thank you! Now To answer your question. Currently due to how my work schedule and such works and having to balance other commitments. My goal is to have posting frequency be about once a week at least at first and then feel it out from there seeing how quickly everyone else responds and their own schedule.

Old Gods: A Tale of Monsters and Men

@FantasyChic@Sonatina@Jinxer@RedDusk@Sypherkhode822
Have no fear! This is still a thing. I'm just a tad busy during the weekdays so I can't always respond. Work is a thing that happens. I'll get around to responding to CS drafts as soon as possible.

Old Gods: A Tale of Monsters and Men

I missed the interest check, but I think I'll try and put together a CS for this assuming it's still open. I'll just have to see how the creativity flows.

@Kangaroo

We are indeed still open. I don't really hold much value in the idea of first come first serve so don't worry about missing the interest check. I'd be glad to take anyone that shows me that they at least tried to put in an effort.

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I'm embarrassed to say it took me a good few minutes to spot your link from the IC to here (because apparently I'm out of forum practice - that or I'm shattered from work. Take your pick!)

I shall work on a CS draft immediately!

(Also, always good to see Extra Credits getting referenced!)

@Jinxer

Ah its fine we all have our mental lapses from time to time lol. And I shall await your CS posthaste. (Extra credits is oh so very useful, I find in most creative productions.)

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Did tainted continue to live within the Republic as slaves and workers after they started helping the Leviathans? Or are they all persecuted?

@Sonatina

The tainted still living inside the Republic still pretty much are in the same boat since before the war. I.E they are still treated like second class citizens little more than a living resources. But they don't persecute them anymore because of the war itself.

To give a rough idea about 25% of the world's infected population live within the confines of the Republic either unable to escape or choosing not to escape.

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I'm interested, but I'll probably wait for a few more characters to get made so I can get a better sense of what's needed.

Also, where are you getting your images from?

@DeltaV

Alright sounds good. Most of my images come from a big old folder that I've accumulated over the years. Everything else comes from precise google image searches and sites like Deviantart.

Anyway anyone have any other questions feel free to swing them my way and I'll try to answer them as quickly as possible.

Old Gods: A Tale of Monsters and Men

@Sonatina@FantasyChic@Corvidae@Jinxer@Necromancy@RedDusk@Oneiromancer

And it is finally done. I think I spent way too much work making an example character sheet for you guys to look at instead of finishing the OCC but c'est la vie. Now I have work in a couple of hours so I should proabably get to bed. If you have any questions post them in the OCC and I'll get around to answering them when I get back home.

Old Gods: A Tale of Monsters and Men

I N S T R U C T I O N S:

• Using the provided template, please create a character sheet and post it to the OCC for approval.
• Once approval has been received post said character sheet to the CS tab.
• All other posts to the OOC tab.

C H A R A C T E R S H E E T T E M P L A T E

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Main Character

A Fancy Image

Name
age | height| race (human or tainted)

Physical Description:

Kind of self-explanatory really a physical description of your character to go along with your picture. People like words and pretty descriptions.

Biography/background:

Everyone has a history. I want a good idea of where they are coming from and where they are going. Tell us about life before they figured out that they were bounded and the aftermath after. Remember unlocking the potential for the first time usually comes in life or death situations where emotions are peaking without restraint. It generally isn't a happy experience and more often than not leaves a lot of bodies in their wake when they come down from the blood frenzy.

Personality:

The character's outlook on life, how they tick and how they operate

Skillset:

Everybody is good at something... what are you good at?

Equipment:

Armor, weapons, trinkets, and other knick knacks.

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Leviathan Image

Name goes here

(For now your Leviathan sheets are going to be short because well they are just creepy mysterious voices and detailed sheets about them ruins the mystique of that if you know what I mean)

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For handy dandy copying and pasting

Main Character
[center][img]A Fancy Image[/img]

Name
age | height| race (human or tainted)[/center]

[indent]Physical Description:
[indent][color=7d7d7d]Kind of self-explanatory really a physical description of your character to go along with your picture. People like words and pretty descriptions. [/color][/indent][/indent]

[indent]Biography/background:
[indent][color=7d7d7d]Everyone has a history. I want a good idea of where they are coming from and where they are going. Tell us about life before they figured out that they were bounded and the aftermath after. Remember unlocking the potential for the first time usually comes in life or death situations where emotions are peaking without restraint. It generally isn't a happy experience and more often than not leaves a lot of bodies in their wake when they come down from the blood frenzy.[/color][/indent][/indent]

[indent]Personality:
[indent][color=7d7d7d]The character's outlook on life, how they tick and how they opreate[/color][/indent][/indent]

[indent]Skillset:
[indent][color=7d7d7d]Everybody is good at something... what are you good at?[/color][/indent][/indent]

[indent]Equipment:
[indent][color=7d7d7d]Armor, weapons, trinkets, and other knick nacks.[/color][/indent][/indent]

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[center]Leviathan Image[/center]
[CENTER][H2]Name goes here[/h2][/center]

Example Character Sheet

Amadeus Dondel
35| 189 cm| Human

Physical Description:

Amadeus is an intimidating cut of a man, tall and lean like a great bird of prey. This sharp definition and almost sickly gauntness to his body easily distinguish him in a crowd, a giant slowly swaying amongst the masses. Though do not let this slender make confuse for fragility or weakness as buried beneath layers of old blood stained cloth and rags long meant to be washed ago lays a body tense like a trap ready to spring. His sun beaten face and unkempt hair a general sign of a life spent facing the elements and all that entails with it. Eyes almost feral in their intensity are set deep into the center of a face composed of hard angles with prominent almost elfin cheekbones and a sharply defined jaw hidden behind a strong growth of hair across the face that comes in thick requiring a steady hand and a close shave. The face itself is usually kept in a somber expression bordering on disinterest. But when the lopsided smile does appear it almost feels like he is a hynea laughing right before he devours you. His stand out piece of attire is what amounts to rags on top of rags forming some sort of conglomeration of foul smelling cloth stitched together into a heavy traveling cloak stained with blood, mud and other foul liquids its has certainly shown its use. His body is pathwork of scars in different states of healing queuing into the life that he once lead long ago.

Biography/background:

To understand the story of Mr. Dondel one has to understand the story of the Inquisitors of the Republic. The Inquisitors are in many ways serve as a very particular kind of military police in service of human nature. They repress revolts inside the Republic usually started by the impure in their ghettos. Most are orphans or those of low standing with nothing to lose and are willing to sign their lives away to protect the greater good. Holding loyalty only to the Lord Inquisitor they spend their entire life purging the streets of the unclean. Armed with heavy warhammers able to ignite with flame and heavy blunderbuss type handheld cannons adept at clearing close quarters that they would spend most of their time in. When revolts and unrest would occur and they could not be persuaded back into passivity the Inquisitors were sent in to start killing them to the man. It was simple idea of surrender or die. Of course for the citizens of the Republic the Inquisitors were heroes, protectors of peace and seen as the bastions of safety keeping them safe from the tainted.

Joining the ranks of these killers was Amadeus as soon as he came of age. Amadeus was different from the rest of the Inquisitors uncommonly kind and tragically foolish. Where the others fought to crush and kill, the watch the screams of the tainted before they drove their hammers down upon their skulls and for the thrill of the hunt. Amadeus fought because he felt it was the right thing to do. Because if they didn't put the revolters down, if they didn't kill the impure than they could threaten the entire city. It's hard to say how long he fought with the Inquisitors and how many he killed but not before too long did things start to go terribly, terribly wrong. Dealing with simple revolters was easy they could be put down easily and only occurred in small number but then, then some of the tainted started going feral consumed by their innate bloodlust and turned into ravenous beasts.

In the city of Kel located on the Republic's dwindling border the desperate tainted resulted to such measures in mass in a last attempt to try and overthrow the city before they were all killed. In part they succeeded and soon Kel had been overrun by the feral tainted. To prevent the chaos from spreading the gates of the city were sealed shut and barricades constructed outside the walls as the Inquisitors were sent in to as always deal with the impure ones. The numbers were too great to use any form of subtly and so the inquisitors including Amadeus methodically set the city alight the fire consuming all within, tainted, ferals, but also others civilians still trapped inside the walls when they closed the gates and barricaded the city in. When it was done they combed the smoldering ruins killing any survivors and making sure such horrors would never have to be resorted to again.

The events at Kel had effected Amadeus greatly. All the death and destruction of it all, the smell of burnt flesh still clinging to his nose after all these years. But what stuck with him the most were the screams, the screams of the man, woman, children and even impure ones and ferals as the city burned. They all sounded the same, they were all just people. But that couldn't be right he'd spent his entire youth in school in classes learning that man were pure and good and that the impure, the tainted where devils that deserved that fate presented to them. A truth he held certain as he performed his duties time and time again. But what if he was wrong? What if they were just people? What kind of monster would that of made him?

Still in doubt he continued his duties for several more months plagued nightly by the events at Kels. Eventually it came to a head when the Inquisitors were sent out to deal with another small uprising of infected and ferals. It was minuscule compared to Kel maybe twenty individuals in total but the entire infected population had to be cleansed. It was then that some of his comrades found a tainted girl maybe ten years old. And soon with time to kill and urges to vent they began to torment the girl in ways most unspeakable things that would make some of the hardest men wince and cause anyone to try and stay stop. But none of them did they all took part in the revelry and hedonistic ceremony of it all. And at that moment Amadeus finally realized that he had been wrong all these years, he wasn't killing monsters, he was the monster. He tried to talk them down get them to stop but they did not listen to him and they pushed him aside. They called him soft, they called him a freak lover. Then they hurt the little girl even more. And then something snapped.

All the guilt, the anger, the rage all of it came rushing forward into a terrible fury boiling inside of him. And a voice all too familiar spoke to him in the darkness and told him that he could make them pay if he wanted to. That he had the power. When he awoke next from a haze he had killed all the other Inquisitors in the camp. Blood, limbs and entrails scattered the area. The only souls left were him drenched in blood and the girl looking up at him with horror in her eyes at whatever Amadeus was. He tried to help her but she ran away. Angry, confused he left the town and went into the wilderness the last Inquisitor disappeared into the shadows.

Five years had passed in silence since then. In that time Amadeus had left civilized society beyond himself. Seeing himself as a monster unfit to be in the presence of man. A killer of beasts and man unwanted. And so he wanders hunting animals when he can and generally staying away from any signs of civilization both tainted and human. Though rumors do come through sometimes of a guardian of sorts. A gargantuan man covered in rags carrying the weapons of the old Inquisitors appearing in the middle of the night and killing Republic Hunters and Inquisitors. Maybe in an attempt to repent by protecting those he once killed from the man he used to be.

Personality:

A long time ago Amadeus was once a kind and foolish man. The years have been harsh and long and have tampered him over time to life and its horrors and disappointments. His time as an Inquisitor for the Republic has left scars both mentally and physically upon his body. The native, the innocence and the kindness had long since vanished from his eyes and were replaced by one cold fury. This deep and burning rage is the only thing that keeps him driving forward a self-hatred towards his own atrocities, a hatred towards those that lied to him and told him he was doing the right thing, a hatred towards the Leviathans for making this mess in the first place. But none the less his actions after his fall from grace mark this avatar of rage with a certain humanity that is left even if he clings to it with little more than a few strands of hope. That kindness is still buried somewhere deep and still drives him to try and atone to do the right thing.

Skillset:

Amadeus is a warrior through and through and even after he renounced his Inquisitor's vows he still uses the skills they taught him to use. A terrifying sight to behold with his old warhammer and cannon in close quarters and urban combat that the Inquisitors spent most of their time in he is a force to be reckoned with. Tenacity comes in full force as well hunting ferals sometimes took weeks to track down to the source and they never stopped once to doubt or be slowed by fatigue. Survival, tracking and basic medical care come along as well all having been drilled into his head from training and beyond. Though some may say the most useful skill of his is that of intimidation. When he threatens you, you believe it because he has no qualms about ending your life there and then. Terrifyingly cool under pressure even when the shit has truly hit the fan, a true avatar of death if there ever was one.

Equipment:

- Inquisitor's Warhammer: A heavy piece of steel and pain merged together into a terrifying little bludgeon instrument of death. The head is crafted like that of some sort of mythological dragon and when a button is clicked on the shaft a mechanism activates inside activating a blood crystal which ignites the entire dragon's head in terrible flames.
- The Cleansing Thunder: Quite literally a small cannon or very large shotgun depending on the viewer's opion that is strapped to the left forearm with some metal bracing. The weight and kick alone is enough to rip the arm off of an untrained individual though when used properly can clear a room in minutes
- some other miscellaneous junk and such.

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Xiylanthoc The Undying Rage

Old Gods: A Tale of Monsters and Men

Old Gods: A Tale of Monsters and Men

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A T A L E O F B L O O D

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My Grandmother used to tell me the story of the First Transgression. She said that in the beginning there had always been Leviathans roaming this earth. These great beasts beyond our own comprehension and understanding that wander the earth as we do. It was how the balance of power worked we were always destined to live in the shadow of fear and through that come to understand ourselves. These beasts taught us the values of life and not to fall to hubris as if we ever built our cities too large or ripped apart the land too quickly, a Leviathan would surely come drawn by the noise and the moaning of the land and destroy the city of man with a terrible fury. But as time progressed and the age of stone moved to Steel our ambitions grew and with them our desire for power.

We saw what even the presence of the Leviathans long gone did. The taint which infected our brethren's blood changing and morphing them from children of men into beasts. We observed how even the smallest drop of blood from such a beast consumed by a mortal men could increase their own strength and abilities in the old ways of the arcane. We wanted that power for ourselves, we wanted to harness the power of the Leviathans and use it for our own gains. For they were merely beasts and we were man. Did our brains, morals and thinking not give us dominion over them? So an intrepid army set out to capture one such Leviathan and usher out the age of coexistence and bring forth the age of man. Those poor fools. had no idea what horrors they would bring forth upon the world.

For thousands of years Man and beast had lived in an ebb and flow with one another. Each balancing the other out and keeping the cycle from collapsing. This blatant attack marked the end of this peaceful coexistence. Man had made the first strike but thee Leviathans would retaliate. This attack is what we know call the First Transgression. An action filled by the same hubris and greed that fuel our leaders of today still trying to end a war that their ancestors started many moons ago. A war of man and beast. The Great War.

The countries of man bounded together in solidarity with their mixture of arts most arcane and technology in an attempt to hold of the hoards of their opponents both the Leviathans and the infected long tired of the segregation and oppression brought down upon them by their pure blooded brethren. The Great War began in earnest and the skies became aligt with a brilliant fire, the skies crashed and turned red with blood as the earth was shattered by giant feet and arcane magiks. At first humanity almost fell and was pushed back far to their last strongholds in the North, caught off guard by the ferocity of their otherworldly attackers. But they regrouped and pushed the beasts back across the sea and retook some of their lost land. Even since this last push the two sides have been caught in a stalemate. Neither side is able to take much substantial ground as cities are sacked they are soon lost within months and retaken by the opposing side. It’s become an endless meatgrinder as the world slowly quakes and trembles in its death throes as the humans build bigger arcane weapons and the Leviathans strike back.

But there are rumors out in the wastes. Rumors of humans and infected capable of forming blood links with these Leviathans like the Shamans of Old. Pathological bonds of shared consciousness with one of the beasts. A forced unity between beast and man that could bring peace to the world or bring it crashing down to its feet. But as these blood links grow and these individuals lose their innate humanity will peace be what they seek?

A W O R L D T O R N A S U N D E R

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A world once verdant and filled with colors blue and green. This sanctity long ago destroyed by the calamity of the war. Magical assaults, the sheer power of the Leviathans and more conventional weaponry has pounded this mirror earth relentlessly. The Great war is one wage with the concept of total war in mind. Cities are leveled almost completely and towns killed to the man to ensure no revolts follow in foot. Farms are destroyed and then laced with terrible magiks that make it so no living crop can grow on that land again. The sun is a rare sight indeed, a lost object where some young children have never seen it once crest the great horizon unable to pierce the clouds of ashen death. Most of the trees are dead and those that remain strong are old and withered things sternly rooted to the ground with pale bark accenting the landscape. These combined factors allow the polar ices to begin their slow process southward as global cooling sets in for the long haul. The seas are no better having turned the color of blood long ago, great beasts lurk below the waves restricting all air travel to what would be our American Continent. This land know only known to those in the Republic as the Lost World with communications across the sea made almost impossible either by sea or by air.

Most of Europe is a shattered wasteland with cities left in ruin with only the Republic's heavily fortified cities in the North the only remnants of the great Human kingdoms that came before, the desolate steppes and plains of Asia remain scarred by Republic Invasionary forces but these lands still harbor the large majority of the Leviathan supporters and the infected. Refugees from both sides caught in the crossfire are given little aide for either army and are subjected to daily horrors of hongor, sleep deprivation and unset hypothermia or heatstroke as they try their best to survive and avoid the military patrols that would without a second thought kill them and take their belongings or worse forcibly conscript the men and have their way with the woman folk. The Rest of the world is in little better shape most islands having long been consumed by the waves and the African Continent having seen heavy fighting during the early years of the war now lay empty and dead with long stretches of shattered glass where desert once stood, sand turned crystalline by great magical fire.

The cities of the Republic stand in harsh contrast to the rest of the world. Towering constructs of metal and bellowing smoke filled with life as people move from place seemingly oblivious of the war so close to them and yet so far away. Where those not conscripted by the army either by being too young, too frail, very lucky or wealthy enough to pay off the government officials still worry about mundane things like how the weather is going to be tomorrow and the latest fashions. They hold balls, dances and perform operas to try and put the idea of imminent death behind them by indulging in revelry and hedonistic pursuits. It's all just another form of chaos afterall.

While this gives you a general description of the world as I've said in the interest check ve seen up a bare baseline for the world and a generally idea and feel that I want to go with. A sort of apocalyptic fantasy roaring 20s deal and have done a significant if not small amount of worldbuilding that will be displayed more thoroughly in the RP. But most of the world is a mystery, this Earth is not our own and whose to say the cities are to be the same either. Even so after decades of endless war many of those old world settlements have been destroyed and left in ruin only for new cities to rise in their wake. The stories of the people and the world they inhabit and the histories, and cultures they bring with them that's for us to work out together. To make a breathing world that every player has had a role in shaping the mold in some little way. So all city names, and the rest are tenuous and will be updated as we go along.

O F M A G I C & M E T A L

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In the world of Old Gods it is impossible to talk of technology without first speaking of the Arcane. Mastery of Science and Mastery of Magic come hand and hand in this world for it was Magic that fueled the technological advancements of this Earth. To begin magic is something that even the most well versed scholars do not totally understand. From what humans can infer and have gathered though it is believed magic is a side effect of exposure to the Leviathans like these large reality warping aberrations leak the stuff or something like that. Because of that most people inherently have the ability to use magic but don't posses the skills needed to access these powers. It is a dangerous practice involving heavily the use of blood usually the caster own as a channel of sorts to cast magics and the untrained could easily destroy their own bodies or that of everyone around them by attempting to cast something that requires more energy than their own blood can produce forcing more to be drawn in at a rapid rate from the host and outside sources.

This is why the discovery of the enhancing ability of Leviathan's blood came as a perceived boon. It was like splitting the atom for the first time. This sacred blood could serve as a catalyst for the spell to draw from when injected. In short it provides scholars with practically unlimited energy to do what so they wished sending humanity forward technologically and in the art of magery with leaps and bounds. But of course once they progressed the temptation for more they couldn't just wait for another Leviathan to die of natural causes that was a rare rare thing indeed. So first they experimented and found out that the blood of the "infected" had similar properties if in much smaller amounts compared to the Leviathan's blood. These subhumans were already subjected against for their physically imperfections and impure blood and little protest occurred from their betters when they were rounded up and used for their blood: drained, chopped up, parts put in jars. But their blood was weak and it could not fuel the ambition and dreams of man and so we turned towards the Leviathans once more, desperate to pass even them.

Technology on the other hand is very much what you would expect from our own early 20th century. Following the same technological advancement as we did their things are just a little bit more fancy but you have the likes of guns, cars, zeppelins, trains, aeroplanes, boats, electricity, radio etc but rather than powered by oil or diesel it is powered by what others might describe as blood magic. Basically blood crystals act as channels of power source and arcane energy usually made out of infected blood or for some much more taxing projects there are even some crystals with Leviathan blood in them and are generally used to do things like power cities and the like. So basically it's a heavy dieselpunk aesthetic but less diesel more blood magic.

B E S T I A R Y

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If the Leviathans gave you any clue about the world it is that this Earth has some interesting creatures in it. While we do have your normal assortments of dogs, cats and the rest many of them are changed by the presence of this great creatures and new creatures have arisen as well. Some are alien and deadly, others are benign and friendly. This list will update as we meet some of them and players are more than welcome to come up with their own ideas and pitch them my way.

M A N W R E T C H B E A S T

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In Old Gods there are three seprate entities that you will run into most commonly. Those are man, those with tainted blood, and the Leviathans themselves. You as one Bounded in Blood are similar to all of them in many aspects but alien as well. Now to go over these groups.

Humans:
Humankind is exactly what you would expect as there is very little that makes them different from humans of our Earth. To be considered human one most have what is called pure blood. When a baby is born, blood is drawn from them and it is tested using arcane means. If the blood does not react to these test they are considered pure bloods. Human lineages because of the importance of blood purity are kept close and marriages are carefully observed and watched by families to make sure lovers and spouses are not impure. Most of humankind resides within the Republic their last bastion after most of the human kingdoms were destroyed in the early years of the Great War. Here they reign as kings and queen over their tainted brethren. Everyone not human are property, slaves or cattle just waiting to be harvested for their blood. They maintain dominance with their technological prowess and magical ability and understanding.Their are those rare groups that live outside of the Republic generally in small settlements or some even working with the Leviathans and the tainted in their war against humankind. Though they are few and far between.

The Tainted:
Infected, tainted, impure ones, and many other names have been used to describe this lesser subgroup of humanity. Nobody knows for certain how the first of their kind's blood became tainted and the humans have come up with many theories from consorting with demons, to some ridiculous ideas of shamanistic women sleeping with Leviathans. What is known is that their blood has been forever changed by the Leviathan's presence. This tainted blood causes mutations inside of the body ranging from no visible outward change, to extra limbs, animal features such as tails, fur, claws, scales, wings, other defects such as extreme shortness or gigantism among other things. But none of that really mattered what did matter was the fact that they were considered impure and non-human. Because of this they were used as slaves for most of history in hard labor, cleaning etc and while they did try to revolt at times their more well armed human brethren always put them down. When the Great War occurred they helped the Leviathans and these of impure blood generally serve as the face and footsoldiers of their army used against mankind. Though as the war increased many of the tainted were encouraged become consumed by their bestial urges becoming nothing more than ravenous beasts no different than animals, driven by one force and one force only death.

Leviathans:
Nobody knows for certain what these creatures are or hell even where they came from. What we do know is that they are old and very powerful and completely beyond our understanding. Gargantuan in size the smallest are the size of cars and some of the biggest can be confused for mountain ranges when they lay upon the ground in slumber. They are beasts of land, sky and sea with different types populating these different areas. From what humans can gather about them most of them are sentient in one way or another. But few do attempt to communicate to us either we are too small to be of any great significance to them or simply we are as alien to them as they are to us. Though for the most part they were generally peaceful creatures at least until the war happened. Then these gentle giants became beasts of war and while the tainted became the face and tacticians of their new army called to them by their alluring whispers without the power of these great beasts they would have been crushed long ago.

Those Bound In Blood:
There are legends of shamans able to communicate with the Leviathan using their power to protect their tribes and expand their kingdoms. They say that these shamans warred with one another frequently and all but destroyed one another long ago and with it the ability to fully understand these beasts. Some say you are an extension of this legend. Bound in blood at birth you were chosen for reasons unknown and without anyone knowing by great lumbering Leviathans far beyond the reach of man. These old gods lay in rest and recuperation never to be awakened or to fear the world fearing their wrath. But even so their reach still extends beyond what we can comprehend. You are their avatars blessed with only a morsel of their power making you stronger, faster, and harder to kill than any moral can imagine. These powers can serve a human or infected well in their own cause but it does come without a price. To tap deeper into these powers to unleash the true potential of your blood if you truly wish to change things you risk your own humanity. The darkness eats away at your soul, threatening to consume you. When you get angry or emotional the outburst occur uncontrollable, a yelling match can lead to an entire village slaughtered by your head in a fury of blood you don't even remember. But you most fall to your more baser instincts, you must not let the power of the old gods make you into a monster. You were given this power for a reason. And even if you didn't want to you must find out why, you must go down the path that the old gods have set for humanity. Or be consumed by darkness and let the world fall to ruin.

R u l e s

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01: I'm not the biggest fan of rules because I like to assume everybody is sane human being so I'll keep this short. If you have to abide by any rules be it these two. Common decency and common sense is something that everybody should strive for. Treat your fellow humans like they are just that your fellow humans and with all the respect that implies. Disputes between players should not be long blown out affairs in the OCC, hell disputes should not happen at all if we are doing this right. If you want to argue have your characters dispute about something mundane like the importance of starch or something.
02: In regards to any roleplay involving the dark depravity of mankind and giant space monsters there are mature themes within this story. This is not a very nice world and terrible things happen to good people for no good reason. In that regard I heavily suggest you treat these matters with the weight that they would actually entitle. Romance falls into the same thing, sure it can happen if you want just don't make my lovecraftian examination of inner demons into a bad soap opera or we will have an issue.
03: Quality matters people, show me that you care. And remember I'm asking for your best not the best of Shakespeare or the like. I've been doing this shit for about a decade now and I'm still learning things everyday. Just remember Quality over Quantity and always remember Fail Faster.

Old Gods: A Tale of Monsters and Men

@Jinxer
Well flattery may not help, but it doesn't hurt either. xD

@Sonatina
Ah that's reasonable you don't have to worry too much about them there is no mandate that says ladies must wear dresses even when it is impractical for them to do so.

But @FantasyChic arises her own point in the manner in which if you really wish to kick ass in a dress there are also no rules prohibiting it. You can be as basic and functional or frilly and fruity as your heart's desire.

Anyway we have hit my own magic number and so work has started on the OCC. It should be done either sometime tonight, or early tomorrow morning before I head out to work.