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Definitely scared. Haha.
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Is it just me or did there used to be way more original RPs on this platform? Seems like nowadays everything is some fandom or pre-established universe RP
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I just want to let everyone know I am currently 17 and have been using this platform to RP for about 5 years now, so you may or may not have RPed with a 12 year old at one point and not even known it
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its 1 am and i havent started that 3 page calculus packet.... but these roleplays are so intriguing
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Who else is getting smashed by testing season?
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scared Actually I wasnt scared off, I just dont have time for any more than 1 roleplay at this point and time, and sadly, that does not include this one. Perhaps, another time we can resume this.
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Hmm, that won't be enough to supply you with any extra Might.
Why not make it so the tribe is somewhere on Orabakh/Sviebard to allow for a bigger population?
It's 1 Might per 1000 worshippers with current population counts.
500 People on Sviebard it is! Also, can someone link me the map for this RP? Again, I remember seeing it on this OOC thread, but I cant find it.
@Kho Then the tribe is about 200 people, give or take.
@Inuyasha What's the population of the tribe?
I had a number in mind, but I would like to know; what is the full human population at this point and time, because I recall reading a while back that humans were few in numbers, so as to keep my numbers concordant with the lore, just wanted to check.
@Inuyasha
Just FYI you start with 4 Might, so Eroneus wouldn't have 0 right now
Ah, I was unaware. Thank you :)
Eroneus the Birdbrother: 4 Might
A small tribe, the Aerodians, rest on a plateua that had been steeped into the side of a sheer, snowy mountain. They remained mostly untouched by the outside world, their isolation and the great wall that were the mountains barred warring invaders. They lived a peaceful existence, reaping a small amount of crops, ones that could survive the cold, while gathering frozen berries, and hunting snow foxes. It was a meager life style, one that could not afford many people, never allowing the tribe to grow. But these were humble people, and they were thankful for their circumstances. They had never been assimilated into another warring tribe and by an insane stroke of luck, they had been left mostly untouched by the gods. But all that was about to change.
A Snow Owl perched on a branch, hooting loudly. It's shrewd eyes watched the Aerodu tribe intently. With a loud hoot, the Owl fluttered off into the sky.
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Eroneus golden wings flapped forcefully, kicking up dust particles as he lowered himself into the center of the Aerodian village. Gasps and mummurs rippled the crowd that had amassed like a stone dropped into a pond. The demigod's burning blue eyes surveyed his chosen people. Silence made it's way through the people, as they watched in awe. A man made his way through the crowd, the tribe leader, a man named Gorrum. He wore a grey headdress, fashioned from the feathers of local birds and snow owls. He carried a simple oak box, and he gingerly offered it to the Birdbrother, as a peace offering. "All the gems we've found over the years. Please, take these," offered Gorrum. Do not offer me your only mortal riches, I do not see it fit nor do I see it fair. Worry not my disciple, the Aerodian people are my chosen people. For I am Eroneus, the Birdbrother! Bow before me mortals, and reap my rewards," replied Eroneus, as the tribe bowed before him. He reached out to the bowed head of Gorrum, placing his forefinger atop the headdress. The grey colors of the feathers were now gone, suddenly turning flush pinks, greens, and other exotic colors. "I will be back in five days time. I hope for a shrine in this spot. Succeed, and I will bless this village for ultimate prosperity, fail, and I will damn it." And with that, he ascended to the skies once more.
Result: +1/2 Might per turn due to worship (?)
A small tribe, the Aerodians, rest on a plateua that had been steeped into the side of a sheer, snowy mountain. They remained mostly untouched by the outside world, their isolation and the great wall that were the mountains barred warring invaders. They lived a peaceful existence, reaping a small amount of crops, ones that could survive the cold, while gathering frozen berries, and hunting snow foxes. It was a meager life style, one that could not afford many people, never allowing the tribe to grow. But these were humble people, and they were thankful for their circumstances. They had never been assimilated into another warring tribe and by an insane stroke of luck, they had been left mostly untouched by the gods. But all that was about to change.
A Snow Owl perched on a branch, hooting loudly. It's shrewd eyes watched the Aerodu tribe intently. With a loud hoot, the Owl fluttered off into the sky.
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Eroneus golden wings flapped forcefully, kicking up dust particles as he lowered himself into the center of the Aerodian village. Gasps and mummurs rippled the crowd that had amassed like a stone dropped into a pond. The demigod's burning blue eyes surveyed his chosen people. Silence made it's way through the people, as they watched in awe. A man made his way through the crowd, the tribe leader, a man named Gorrum. He wore a grey headdress, fashioned from the feathers of local birds and snow owls. He carried a simple oak box, and he gingerly offered it to the Birdbrother, as a peace offering. "All the gems we've found over the years. Please, take these," offered Gorrum. Do not offer me your only mortal riches, I do not see it fit nor do I see it fair. Worry not my disciple, the Aerodian people are my chosen people. For I am Eroneus, the Birdbrother! Bow before me mortals, and reap my rewards," replied Eroneus, as the tribe bowed before him. He reached out to the bowed head of Gorrum, placing his forefinger atop the headdress. The grey colors of the feathers were now gone, suddenly turning flush pinks, greens, and other exotic colors. "I will be back in five days time. I hope for a shrine in this spot. Succeed, and I will bless this village for ultimate prosperity, fail, and I will damn it." And with that, he ascended to the skies once more.
Result: +1/2 Might per turn due to worship (?)
Sorry my internet went out... AGAIN! FOR 2 DAYS!
*Grumbles about cable provider*
Well anyways, expect post up tomorrow with some preaching and worshipping.
And @Lugubrious, I would love to collab
*Grumbles about cable provider*
Well anyways, expect post up tomorrow with some preaching and worshipping.
And @Lugubrious, I would love to collab
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Damn it.
You take care man. You'll always be welcome back to join us again at any time.
I believe I may take you back up on that offer one day, if things resolve themselves.
While everyone is warring and doing crazy things, I'm going to go be peaceful and get some worshippers if that's okay with GMs
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