Jamesyco

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Tiny Nord

Morocco

Tiny pushed on his shield, being more of a crutch for the poorly geared leg. He began to resent the Russians who had made the exo-suit of an ancient time, but he did enjoy its sturdiness. It was something else, able to take a bunch, and he was thankful that it was strong enough to be taken down almost exclusively by large calibers, large explosions, and the eventual thing that got stuck in its mechanical joints, or eats its wiring like a squirrel that one time. But the legs were the weakest part of his armor, he assumed that was what was wrong, or at least that something got knocked loose in the joints of his knee. But problems for later, he has had broken legs before, and he has seen Forrest Gump before, he saw that kid run on those braces.

He stopped for a moment as he reached the next wall and stopped for a second before pushing against it with his shield, "I fuckin' knew I should have brought the 20; they have a mech?" he asked as he pressed against the wall to go through it, not like there wasn't a door or anything he could have used. It might have been too small for him, but it's best to just... Go through it all, he still had enough mechanical power for walls. His shield reeled back for a moment as the nice rounded corner square chunk of wall departed, and he kept moving faster against the next wall. He disliked using his shield in such a brutish way; he already had to get dents out of it and enough bullets and fragmentation, but the stone scraped; he didn't like some of the noises, mostly the ones that sounded like teeth-grinding together.

But it seemed like an efficient way to get through the building, he only wished he hit a hallway first instead of what looked to be some form of living room, or guest room. Some old memories flooded back with the style of interior design and decorating of those within the Islamic world, even the far reaches such as this, but it did bring back a group of memories, good and bad. But, for now, he didn't notice any doors of beads that hung from archways.

He was thankful to not get stuck in those... again, but there was a small hallway, and there it was a garden. A sharp clang came from his back as something hit him, he did not know what, he could not see or pivot around, but he figured it couldn't hurt him, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that looked to be a scimitar bouncing from his back and landing from the ground, it seems the wielder did not enjoy hitting him either.

"I have a bug on me if anyone behind me can get it, I can't turn well in this building." another wall collapsed, he felt what seemed to be some form of rifle on his back, and he finally got fed up with it to see a young man with an old martini henry rifle trying to reload. The man slowly plucked it from his hands, and lifted the belt up hoping it would come off with the rest of the ammo, it didn't, so he tugged until it came off. He looked at the scimitar, and pushed the younger man against the far fall to retrieve his new loot before turning back to the shield.

"Fucking cool." he said as he started to charge the next door, "It's like fucking Iraq all over again with guys using weapons from the British empire, dude had a fucking sword and a martini-henry. I just got shot by a gun older than all of us."

The door shattered as he looked at the garden, and he looked around for a moment. "Okay, I could find only one combatant, and he is armed to fight with Lawrence of Arabia. Now... if nobody minds, I need about a minute of quick repairs 'cause there is a fucking dent from the Fake Irish bastard outside and my leg is starting to hurt from being stuck."

Tales From the Realm of Laelilon

Torsten

"We will likely leave on the morrow; time is something that is fleeting for most." he slowly relaxed back down, looking at the armor and smiling at another fellow connoisseur of size and heft. Nodding towards the other figure of extreme bulk in the room. He closed his eyes and smiled, "So, find the artifact of an ancient civilization that's been looted, well, what hasn't been looted in history? But it's likely in a vault of it's own, or some form of dungeon or hiding spot. Somewhere not easily accessible."

He smiled at the woman who seemed to have a fuss about things, "People look to tradition to solve problems, like finding weeds and certain trees to remedy illnesses and sicknesses, or stories to keep you from eating something poisonous. But with antagonizing the people, that is what people do, we fight. It might not always be verbally, but we enjoy it for sport, or debate. But the governing bodies will always try to look over those others in the world to have control. Those that break away from the mold are those targetted by the loudest minorities, mostly those who hold power, and others will flock to their desires."

"But semantics and politics is something unjoyous... we should enjoy the rest of the night before we begin our journey; I assume we will not have much time to ourselves or to liberties and niceties in the near future, so... enjoy the night however we can before heading out early."

With that, the man slunk onto the couch more and closed his eyes as he looked at peace from his long-winded comment of wisdom.

Tales From the Realm of Laelilon

Give me a minute and I'll post here shortly.

Kingdom of Threndel : Beginning of the End

Sapiliezen Hill

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"It is a blessing that you are each still alive." the extravagant one spoke as he took a few steps from the group, he was with, in which most of that group followed them, "if I remember it used to be on the far side of the City of Darkness where mages and scholars travelled year round before it's decimation and the bridge was destroyed."

"And if they travel through lands of barbarians that also speaks to that word because they would have to find a route around the sea to another crossing. And up north, and even in our lands there is plenty of treturous creatures through the lands that fill it with destruction and sorrow. It's as if they are a broken though, one which can be found guilty regardless. Barbarism should be illegal and therefore it is for those who are backwater in ways."

The man slowly looked between the three groups of people, those of nobles and squabbling people, the Elveness and her Squire, and the new folk of the Abby. He sighed a bit as he looked between the man, "but... let us find something to eat, and we can ask our questions, and begin our plans. It seems that we are gathering a group of different kinds of people,and advisors are something I need. While you may not be here for that, words of wisdom are always welcome. And I have no need to worry for assassins as long as the mage is with us."

Several Plot Ideas

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I can't find some of the others, but one was pretty much the last one but space, might have been from a different forum website. World building was always my kinda thing. Top one is the current one I am rping out and enjoying it a bit.

The 40k one I turned into an only war game a few years ago, and rebooted that on roll twenty last year as well. Making it a 40k westmarch, works a lot better as a ttrpg than a forum one, but could still work as a forum rp.
TBF most of these I turned into ttrpgs, and they worked better, just haven't done the top one since not many people play earlier editions of dnd anymore, or pathfinder 1e.

Several Plot Ideas

Let me get some of my old links out if I can find them.

Kingdom of Threndel : Beginning of the End

Sapiliezen Hill

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"That will come in five years when the treaty lets up." the Emperor said as he pressed his lips together, and when Gordon spoke, his head peaked up, almost robotically towards the door, he looked over at the nearest servant which scuddled towards the door like a bipedal roomba before opening the door. It was a moment of peace between the servant and the bearded man.

The Emperor however, sighed a bit, and rubbed his temple for a moment, "Words are something different, and it's hard to read sometimes." the young man said waving his hand about almost as if continuing a conversation, but he shook his head, "Forcing people does not sit well when the people do not enjoy the lives they live, and arming them may turn out worse. But numbers are good... Though again I hope that I will not have to fight sooner than five years, and hope that it will be farther than the years of the treaty. I truly think that there must be a better way, bolster the people, maybe get the citizen to rise for the crown once again like the days of old. It will be cheaper again if our armies buy their own equipment, die their own uniforms and the like, but also we need trained gunsmiths, and plenty of alchemists for the firepower, gunpowder, whatever it is called. I haven't touched one of those fowl creations, but I know their usefulness. Maybe an armory of a hundred could defeat an army of thousands should we fix the breaks in the outer wall. That's one of the main things that defeated us last time was the northern princes use of powder weapons, mages, mind control, subterfuge, oh and also exploding powder."

The likely incompetence flowed from him in that moment, or at least the ideal that he shouldn't have been the person in charge, or was never told what to do, and that no one that did tell him, if anyone, was also incompetent or leading him down a destructive path. He raised his hand to his front hip as if he was going to bow but kept it there as a low grumble came from his stomach. "But a knight is something of worth, most of those in these lands died several years ago, or went home... or died of old age, so having one is rare. I know there was an idea of abolishing most of the old systems when they forced my father to abjucate... But, still a knight, even if one from a foreign land is good news. I would say we hold a tourney but... need more than one I would think."

More men behind the door showed, "I am hungry, are you both hunger, is anyone else hungry, we should eat... are those more homeless... Well, time to be one for the people."

The emperor looked at the men and shouted, "Mr.Turyur, let them in, and begin lunch. Breakfast, secondses? Which ever meal it is!"

He looked back at the young woman, and her squire, and smiled a bit, and leaned in, "I am... terribly sorry for the blather, and the... lack of confidence... or knowledge, things do not happen quickly, and for reasons. It's... just going to be a process, we have five years to resend almost everything that has happened since the incidents."

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"Yes, come in, I am Mr.Turyur, and should you need anything just tell me, or Mr.Tiltin. If you would just wait..." the servant looked back towards the group of men with slowly inflating egos and disdain for the entire day so far, then to the elf, her squire, the other servant, the pack of guards, and finally, the Emperor. "Behind or near her... I... Might I ask who you are? You do not seem local, though you smell of the smuggler's quarter."

Mr.Turyur slowly opened the door, and saw a few more, he had not noticed them beforehand, and he noticed the citadels gate was again slightly broken, no wonder it had been kept up recently for that reason he believed. He sighed a bit and placed his hand to pull the door open, smiling a bit, looking between the men.

A moment later, before he could react to their answer, from across the room

Several Plot Ideas

So I had an old group one for a space colony, let me see if I can find it for ya'll see if ya'll might be interested in it. Topics, world building and such were always my favorite things.

Kingdom of Threndel : Beginning of the End

@Meleck the Grey That works well, but for the most part, but honestly not much if anything to change. But he probably has enough for a whiles worth of money for travelling and such.

Kingdom of Threndel : Beginning of the End

Also updated the discord, link if you're interested.