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Hexaflexagon (Concept)
In geometry, flexagons are flat models, usually constructed by folding strips of paper, that can be flexed or folded in certain ways to reveal faces besides the two that were originally on the back and front.
Hexaflexagon (Person?)
Academic who somehow got conned into working for the Government. Been role-playing both on forums and TTRPGs for close to twenty years at this point. I'm like 99% retired from active RPing on the Guild, but I still like to poke my head onto here once in a while to make sure that I didn't leave the lights on.
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Work Continues. Should be able to get some CS reviews up later tonight or some time tomorrow hopefully. Yell if you need me.
Reworking some stuff. Application will be back here in a little bit. Probably.
Alright folks time for a lighting round of questions!
First. I'll make comments on all the submitted CSs as I get a chance to read through them. That being said nobody is actually going to get approved until what looks like Friday. This is going to give you guys time to make them look super pretty and address any issues I may bring up. That and I'm going need some time time to work on and finish my own sheet / IC post since this is turning out to be a stupid crazy work week for me.
@Iuniper
Short Answer is because of lack of manpower everyone and thing has to pull double or sometimes triple duty. One day you might be riding in the saddle, the next you might be part of a sapper team though they try and throw you in roles that you show some aptitude in. If you want to get an actual break down of the total logistics of man power, amounts of dedicated archers, swords, spears and the like I can do that It'll just be a little bit.
Sorcerers are a little bit different as typically the serve as more mobile siege weapons. They stay in groups to focus their fire over a larger area and produce bigger explosions in a long ranged support capacity . Occasional though when time calls for it individuals can be sent with smaller groups of soldiers when their support is needed typically to counter other sorcerers causes the best counter to a dude flinging creepy blood magic at you is for another dude to fling better creepy blood magic at them.
@boomlover
If you make a CS and I like it don't see why not! And also in regards to PM don't worry about, it I'll help you work it out if trouble arrives.
Well they already have food but carrying that many cups of coffee would take some skills.
But hey a wizard did it. And yes using Mist to be able to carry things total sounds like the stupid thing this band of idiots might just do. heh
But hey a wizard did it. And yes using Mist to be able to carry things total sounds like the stupid thing this band of idiots might just do. heh
@Brand
You got it.
Yeah it's a sort of overly complicated web of alliances and connections but that's also kinda the point.
Basically to make it easy your part of the Legion. Tarkus is your boss, The Undying is his boss and the Anthem are the Up and coming restaurant stealing business from your old family run joint.
You got it.
Yeah it's a sort of overly complicated web of alliances and connections but that's also kinda the point.
Basically to make it easy your part of the Legion. Tarkus is your boss, The Undying is his boss and the Anthem are the Up and coming restaurant stealing business from your old family run joint.
@Tancuras
Don't see why not!
Don't see why not!
@HeySeuss@vietmyke@Mercenary Lord@Draken@AlexStarsion@Mike73
Hey look at that a thing! Hope you guys are ready to save the world brainstorm!
Hey look at that a thing! Hope you guys are ready to save the world brainstorm!
Shards of sunlight piercing through tattered motel curtains awakened Setzer to the world. He grumbled and cursed as he was pulled from whatever dream had took his fancy. Slowly the events of the previous day came back to him and with it the all encompassing ache and pain of a body that had gotten the shit repeatedly kicked out of it. He slowly rose out of bed looking about an empty room. Setzer was notoriously a heavy and long sleeper, seemingly whenever he wasn’t moving his massive frame required copious amounts of time doing nothing, the others had probably already gotten up.
He had fallen asleep basically upon impacting the mattress, clothes from last night’s endeavor still clung to his body through a mixture of caked on blood and sweat. Sighing he turned a small television on and made his way towards the bathroom leaving the door ajar as he did. He listened to the news broadcast as he stripped down to his basics and stepped into the shower turning it as cold as he could bare it.
“And our main story of the morning fighting has once again intensified on the front after the disappearance of Her Imperial Highness Colette Van Skymning. The Vangar delegation having left Orestia early in the morning with any idea of a peace having been shut down..”
There was only the deep exhalation of breath as Setzer shook his head. The cold water rushed down his body and did little more than that. To actually scrub away at the dirt and grime would be only to agitate the already sensitive flesh. After spending far too much time he shut the shower off, toweled off and shambled back into the room. He searched in his bag for the singular change of clothes he had on him and pulled them on. A heavy black sweatshirt - no shirt on underneath and a simple pair of very red sweatpants. Rubbing away at the tiredness that clouded his features and made his way back into the outside world.
Feet strode across a lonesome hallway, paint peeling on the walls, the sounds of some insect buzzing in his ear. Eyes squinted as he stepped through the final threshold and into the light of the morning. A blue sky lay stretched above with picturesque clouds of cotton-ball fluff. It was a pleasant enough spring morning not too cold and not too warm. The service road for the highway that they had pulled off of had slightly more traffic now, the occasional car rolling on by them on their way to somewhere.
Turning the bend to the parking area he saw that most of the others had already gathered. The small campfire stove that they had brought with them lay assembled upon the asphalt. The smell of hotdogs now doubt bought from the gas station filled the air and what looked like a small cluster of scrambled eggs already existed. The girl that all the news stations were talking about was manning the stove poking at the meat with a small metal appendage. Right now she looked like a normal girl in a world full of them. She was dressed in clothes that if Setzer had to guess Zimmy had lent her.
He waved to them but did not approach them instead made his way over to the conglomeration of gas station and convenience store. He stepped inside feeling a slight chill from the constant air condition room. He made his way quickly through the small array of shelves and items. He pulled out a carton of orange juice and plucked a map from a cluster of haphazardly arranged brochures and made his way to the exit.
A voice called out to him.
“Sir? Hope you’re gonna pay for that.”
He sighed.
Turning around he made his way back to the counter where a teenger with long brown hair that fell to his shoulders and a tired look upon a frackle splashed complexion cocked a brow. The sound of some rock band permeated the silence escaping from the earbud which hung by the shoulder the other inside the ear. The two items were rung up Setzer grumbled about tax and then he reached into his pocket produced a small wad of bills and plopped them down onto the table. Getting back his change he walked back out map sticking out of his left pocket as he popped open the orange juice and began to chug it down.
Stopping by the others he dropped down into a squat setting down a portion of food to one side of him and spread the map upon the ground.
“Figuring out where to go next?” Colette asked.
“Mhm.” Setzer mumbled pieces of egg from his mouth and to the paper.“Best bet is away from here and any killer death robots.”
“Sounds... reasonable killer death robots are not a fun time.”
“Probably wanna head towards Orestia if we are going anywhere. Somebody at the Citadel might be able to help.” Setzer considered between chugs of orange juice. “Problem is we are all the way over here.” He stated as he smashed a finger down upon their general area, they were deep in central Rassvet and Orestia was far to the south of them on the ocean’s edge. They had a ways to go if they wanted to get all the way back.
“What’s that?” Colette asked pointed to a circular patch of grey upon the map not far from them.
“The Archives? Big old place filled with lots of books and people that like math, aka very boring.”
“Do you think they might know anything about our robot friends or their bigass scary ship?”
“I don’t know. Might be worth taking a peek.”
That made Colette frown as she looked back up from the map around at the others as if something just dawned upon her. “What are we doing exactly? Like do you guys have a plan or am I just your hostage or something? Cause if I'm I think you're doing it wrong.”
He had fallen asleep basically upon impacting the mattress, clothes from last night’s endeavor still clung to his body through a mixture of caked on blood and sweat. Sighing he turned a small television on and made his way towards the bathroom leaving the door ajar as he did. He listened to the news broadcast as he stripped down to his basics and stepped into the shower turning it as cold as he could bare it.
“And our main story of the morning fighting has once again intensified on the front after the disappearance of Her Imperial Highness Colette Van Skymning. The Vangar delegation having left Orestia early in the morning with any idea of a peace having been shut down..”
There was only the deep exhalation of breath as Setzer shook his head. The cold water rushed down his body and did little more than that. To actually scrub away at the dirt and grime would be only to agitate the already sensitive flesh. After spending far too much time he shut the shower off, toweled off and shambled back into the room. He searched in his bag for the singular change of clothes he had on him and pulled them on. A heavy black sweatshirt - no shirt on underneath and a simple pair of very red sweatpants. Rubbing away at the tiredness that clouded his features and made his way back into the outside world.
Feet strode across a lonesome hallway, paint peeling on the walls, the sounds of some insect buzzing in his ear. Eyes squinted as he stepped through the final threshold and into the light of the morning. A blue sky lay stretched above with picturesque clouds of cotton-ball fluff. It was a pleasant enough spring morning not too cold and not too warm. The service road for the highway that they had pulled off of had slightly more traffic now, the occasional car rolling on by them on their way to somewhere.
Turning the bend to the parking area he saw that most of the others had already gathered. The small campfire stove that they had brought with them lay assembled upon the asphalt. The smell of hotdogs now doubt bought from the gas station filled the air and what looked like a small cluster of scrambled eggs already existed. The girl that all the news stations were talking about was manning the stove poking at the meat with a small metal appendage. Right now she looked like a normal girl in a world full of them. She was dressed in clothes that if Setzer had to guess Zimmy had lent her.
He waved to them but did not approach them instead made his way over to the conglomeration of gas station and convenience store. He stepped inside feeling a slight chill from the constant air condition room. He made his way quickly through the small array of shelves and items. He pulled out a carton of orange juice and plucked a map from a cluster of haphazardly arranged brochures and made his way to the exit.
A voice called out to him.
“Sir? Hope you’re gonna pay for that.”
He sighed.
Turning around he made his way back to the counter where a teenger with long brown hair that fell to his shoulders and a tired look upon a frackle splashed complexion cocked a brow. The sound of some rock band permeated the silence escaping from the earbud which hung by the shoulder the other inside the ear. The two items were rung up Setzer grumbled about tax and then he reached into his pocket produced a small wad of bills and plopped them down onto the table. Getting back his change he walked back out map sticking out of his left pocket as he popped open the orange juice and began to chug it down.
Stopping by the others he dropped down into a squat setting down a portion of food to one side of him and spread the map upon the ground.
“Figuring out where to go next?” Colette asked.
“Mhm.” Setzer mumbled pieces of egg from his mouth and to the paper.“Best bet is away from here and any killer death robots.”
“Sounds... reasonable killer death robots are not a fun time.”
“Probably wanna head towards Orestia if we are going anywhere. Somebody at the Citadel might be able to help.” Setzer considered between chugs of orange juice. “Problem is we are all the way over here.” He stated as he smashed a finger down upon their general area, they were deep in central Rassvet and Orestia was far to the south of them on the ocean’s edge. They had a ways to go if they wanted to get all the way back.
“What’s that?” Colette asked pointed to a circular patch of grey upon the map not far from them.
“The Archives? Big old place filled with lots of books and people that like math, aka very boring.”
“Do you think they might know anything about our robot friends or their bigass scary ship?”
“I don’t know. Might be worth taking a peek.”
That made Colette frown as she looked back up from the map around at the others as if something just dawned upon her. “What are we doing exactly? Like do you guys have a plan or am I just your hostage or something? Cause if I'm I think you're doing it wrong.”
@Athinar@Lexicon@Flamelord@Brand@Heat@Virgil@neogreggory
So it may have taken longer than intended and I'm still working on some minor points but for the most part the OOC is up so here have a link!
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/160712-endless/ooc
So it may have taken longer than intended and I'm still working on some minor points but for the most part the OOC is up so here have a link!
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/160712-endless/ooc
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