HHShetland

The Blue Moon Tavern

"If y'say so, m'good... person." Rimau said after listening to what the Priest had to say, still unsure over what pronouns to use. He scratched his head as the Priest's words came tumbling into his mind, and back out again. 'Heh... poor kid.' He thought, remembering the standards of life set for him and the rest of his kind. 'Where I come from, people who try an' see the light usually end up makin' a bloody mess of 'emselves on the streets, heheh.' He was about to shake his hand, until his attention was stolen by the big-pauldron dumbass. The Zizz squinted at that man with suspicion for a good while, listening in on his words. He didn't say that much, but he had a blank expression of purpose on his face, something Rimau was all too familiar with, to the point of it seemingly transcending the racial boundaries. It was the sort of expression made by a dedicated servant. A loyal attack dog. There was something about him that Rimau just didn't like, beyond simply looking ridiculous with his oversized equipment. Rimau decided to turn away from him until he walked away from the nearby mission board, slapping the side of his head. He was worrying too much. Once he was out the way, Rimau took the opportunity to leave a coin on the bar (with the face of someone he didn't recognise on it) and turn his head around to inspect the board; his eyesight enabled him to see what was on the papers without having to clamber down and navigate the masses again; it wasn't that far away, anyways. "Well now, what do we 'ave 'ere?" He muttered to himself as he took a look, scratching the side of his chin. There were a few jobs in the city, which weren't really his thing; he'd seen enough of urban warfare in his time, and none of them seemed suited to his skillset anyway. Ignoring the fetch-quests, there were a couple of jobs offered by some local noblemen. They both demanded the return of something, that something having been stolen from them. One of them, a golden mask, and the other, his daughter. The rescue mission seemed easier, with the tribe responsible for the kidnapping in open territory, but Rimau was never one for babysitting spoilt princess-types. Plus, if he knew human nobility, they'd pay a lot more for a trinket than for their trophy daughters. Tough decision.

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

This is an interesting RP you've got going here. Can't help but notice it seems a little inactive lately, though, but I can't find any other decent RPs that have robots in them. And I love robots.

The Blue Moon Tavern

When it comes to collaborative writing on missions, I say just take the simple approach: discuss what should happen in a normal fashion, over whatever kind of private messaging system you prefer. Let's not make things too arbitrarily complicated, here.

The Blue Moon Tavern

Probably :p A lot of us made characters with more experience than new adventurers should have had, almost like yours was the only one made with the intentions of the RP in mind.

@Guilty Spark

Well, you have to admit it's hard to resist the temptation to write up long and interesting backstories filled with trials and tribulations. Newbie characters can be interesting in their own right, but when it comes to something like high fantasy-adventuring I think it's harder to keep things diverse and engaging if everyone started on the same level, though you might disagree. It's probably why I'm not especially fond of school/academy RPs (unless you can play a non-student). I can understand why other people would like that, but it's not my cup of tea. With this in mind, I'd say this RP has had just the right amount of freedom in character creation; that rare sweet spot. Also, that came out of nowhere. I need to go to bed.

The Blue Moon Tavern

666 isn't actually the number of the beast; it's 616. And it doesn't really refer to the Antichrist, anyway. Or so I'm told. Just letting you know. :V

Legends of Crumbleport

Alright, I just posted my character in the character tab. Not sure if I was supposed to do that or not, but... there you go.

Legends of Crumbleport

Name: Vagus Sionian Gender: Male Age: 41 Race: Minotaur Appearance:

Vagus

Picture the above, but with darker grey skin/fur, and with a giant mace instead of an axe.

Height and Weight: About eight feet, quite heavy. Weapons/Items: He carries three things with him at all times; his giant Obsidian Mace, and two bottles. One for water, one for particularly strong liquors. Skills: Thanks to his past careers and hobbies, he's generally quite knowledgeable and possesses higher-than-average analytical skills, something that comes in handy when looking at someone's fighting style, or if you're trying to solve a maths problem. None of this matters if he goes berserk, though. Abilities: Vagus, befitting his appearance, is a creature of great strength, capable of lifting huge slabs of rubble and propelling people through the air with a well-placed whack of the Mace; and sometimes he doesn't even need a weapon. He also has the 'ability', if you can call it that, to throw caution to the wind and go absolutely berserk on an enemy, though this is usually involuntary; see below. Magic: N/A Personality: Most people take one look at him and think 'dumb brute', but such a generalisation couldn't be further from the truth. Not only is he 'not dumb', he's actually very intelligent and civilised. Though he likes to say he's humble about it, his rather humourless demeanor, personal sense of politeness of etiquette and disdain for anything 'ghastly' suggest otherwise; and he considers a lot of things 'ghastly'. That said, he's still rather friendly overall. Just remember to never A) wound him too much, or B) pull on his tail. You do either of those things, he's liable to, against his will, lapse into a state of bloodthirsty berserker rage, in which he will pummel the offender and any unfortunate souls who happen to be nearby until he calms down, or until the offender has been reduced to a mushy paste, whichever comes first. Bio: Believe it or not, Vagus wasn't always a Minotaur. He used to be a perfectly ordinary, run-of-the-mill human, who lead a fairly boring and unremarkable life up until his mid-thirties. He was always an intellectual sort of fellow, and this landed him a job in the personal library of a local wizard. A very nice wizard, with a tall, dark tower who liked wearing blood-red robes and raising the dead from the grave. Things soon took a turn for the strange for Vagus, however; he thought that, as evil as this wizard may seem, he'd never be stupid enough to mistreat his own employees. That was where he was wrong. One day he was hauled into the wizard's special research chambers for a 'promotion', which turned out to be a glass of wine laced with experimental alchemical substances. Before he could figure out what he'd been poisoned with, he was transformed from a scrawny, middle-aged librarian into a hulking Minotaur. The wizard was so pleased with his work that he cast a spell upon the newly-transformed Vagus to brainwash him into doing his bidding without question. Of course, the wizard soon set out on a fairly standard evil overlord quest to take over the local kingdom with his army of monsters and zombies, Vagus among them as a special shock troop. Unfortunately for them, however, the forces of the local kingdom was ready for them. The brainwashed Vagus only survived the ensuing onslaught because an enemy wizard blasted him with potent magic and threw him off a bridge. The resulting head injury 'rebooted' Vagus' mind and effectively cut off the Wizard's control. After the battle was over, he was pardoned by the local King and set free, but they were unable to undo his transformation. Vagus found this especially irritating since most clothes were now far too small for him, and he smelled strange, and he had difficulty sleeping in a normal bed with his enormous horns, and his brother peed himself in terror the next time he saw him, et cetera. Instead of wasting time trying to find a cure, however, he decided to make the most of his new form by becoming a merc; not that he was proud of it, it was mostly because of the big money involved. It was in this line of work that he found himself repeatedly visiting some ruins near the town of Crumbleport...

Legends of Crumbleport

You know, now that I think about it, @Silverlight138 does bring up a good point; what exactly is the story here? Or are we just making it up as we go along? Which isn't necessarily bad, mind you. Makes it less predictable that way. Still, I think the aims should be addressed.

The Blue Moon Tavern

<Snipped quote by HHShetland> Mysaren would be down for that. A huge lizard guy and a necromancer thief who hears horrible muttering in her head when someone near her is about to die. What could go wrong?

@Mysaren

Well, Rimau is actually pretty short. But if Mysaren feels like acting as bait (or just summoning zombies that act as bait), I'm sure he'd be down with it. I mean, he can't exactly shoot through walls.

Legends of Crumbleport

Oh hey. Thanks for using my CS template; though I never thought there was much room for variation when it came to that.