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4 yrs ago
"STOP. QUOTING. ME." Jb, 2019, quoted in 2022." Roland, 2022, quoted in 2022.
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STOP. QUOTING. ME.
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7 yrs ago
Gone fishing for a week, will return soon.
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Happy New Year!
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Merry Yuletide, one and all! Gods bless.
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Greetings,

I am Jb; Briton by birth, roleplayer by my own hand, and lover of literature. I am also an amateur historian, a receiver of a Bachelors degree in Ancient and Medieval History - quite a useless degree, actually - and would like to think that I'm a fair, honest and open guy.

As far as RP'ing goes, I'm pretty open to most things really, all you need to do is ask! :)

So, if you've ever any questions for me, wish to speak about RP's involving myself or run by myself, or simply feel like a chat, don't be afraid to get in touch.

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@Letter Bee

Right then, let us add my two cents, and make four cents; I apologise again if this gets to sound like a rant, it honstly isn't meant as such.

You, like Monkey, seem to be labouring under the misapprehension of exactly what I would expect of the players if this RP was to go ahead; that being, from what I can tell, a precise knowledge of every minutiae of the Classical world and the setting they are in, as well as a strict adherence to the actual and factual events of the Peloponessian War.

I'm not sure where this comes from, but I'll just clarify here that I'm not going to make anyone stick to anything past the setting and the general actions of the time. Athens need not be the loser by the end, and as for Anthony...if someone wanted to discard Cleopatra, I'd tell them to go for it! Oddly, I'm not a professor of history, nor am I that much of a pedant that I'd demand strict adherence to the true events of the timeline. Think, if you will, of a game of Total War; you begin as a nation, in a period of time, but once the actual game begins it is up to the player to then forge their own path through that period of history. That is what I'd expect from my players.

How does this give you a lack of freedom? Unless you want to blatantly tear up everything of past events, which kind of nullifies the entire point of a historical RP, there are any number of options open to you. I, personally, do not see this lack of freedom.

On to your next point, I'll ask a question in return: why can you not be "a 'good' nation as well as an 'evil' one, with shades of grey optional" within a historical setting? History is actually full of such characters, full of such cultures, and yet you believe this option too is only available in a Fantasy setting?

What would you consider the Roman Empire to be, for example? It certainly had an 'evil' to it, as well as a 'good', and I'm certain there were shades of grey throughout - I don't need to create a nation for that.

Classical Sparta, perhaps? Enslaved their neighbours, yet were a state of supposed equality and relative freedom toward their womenfolk; once again I'd say that all three options you mentioned could be applied to them as well.

As for magic, I'd agree that if you're doing high fantasy then this might work, but let's look at ASoIaF or Tolkien's works, or the Conan stories, all of which are supposed 'fantasy' settings with magical elements to them. Yet in each of them there is a need for survival, there are atrocities, and there is slavery to be found.

This is not a counterargument, as I don't believe I'm arguing at all, simply stating what I believe - that is that everything can be found in history that you can create in a fantasy setting (minus the fireballs and dragons and so forth) and, while there are certainly easier elements to just imagining your own cultures and the like, what has actually happened in our own world is no less interesting for RP purposes.
@Apokalipse@KrauxisTake your time, mes amis, I look forward to seeing what you produce; no doubt it'll be excellent!
@KingfisherHelp a brother out in explaining why this may be a bit of a problem for this specific RP.
I'm really just interested in how you intend to fit him in; this is an RP about worshippers of Chaos seeking their own apotheosis and ascension to Daemonhood - now I'm just curious as to how your character, being both a Xenos and apparently not corrupted enough to even know if he is or not, would fit into this. That's all. :)

Answer me this well, and see him accepted upon completion of the sheet.
Hhhhmm, any other character ideas? Not sure a Tau would work for the purpose of this RP really.
@SlothA just question, my liege; the answer is that they likely will show up throughout the narrative...or not...but, for now, we'll be the only folks arriving at the Parthenon. It will be explained as to why, though whether sooner or later is still to be decided. Thus, for now, it's just us.

That answer the question?
@ravenDivinity@Ozymandeus@Krauxis@Sloth@Undine@Apokalipse

So it begins!

Feel free to expound upon your character, make a show of their journey/arrival into Athens (perhaps they're even on the same flight?), and at some point they'll find their way(s) to the acropolis and the Pathenon atop it.

We can safetly assume that Hermes will be sat there all day, he knows ya'll coming, so feel free to interact if you like.

What your deity is most likely to see, as opposed to his earthly guise, is the younger version of Hermes; all toned atheltic body and smooth shaven good looks, winged sandals, travellers hat and his hiking stick which is actually his godly cattle-prod.

You're pretty free to do as you will, as the actual narrative wont begin until we're all gathered...so, take your time, do mostly as you will, and I'll see ya'll at the Parthenon.
The midday sun of Greece beat heavily down upon the untold thousands, persons from across the face of the world, tourists gathered from near and far to come and marvel at the wondrous spectacle that was the Parthenon perched atop the Athenian acropolis; though it stood but a shadow of its former self, a mere carcass of what it had once been in glory days long forgotten, there was no denying that there was something there that drew all these people to it even after centuries past. Perhaps it was simply the architecture, Ionian columns standing firm and proud, freizes adorning the roof, or maybe it was the sense of history produced when one listened close enough to the stones of the structure? Yes, if you were to listen then you would hear the very breath of the building once dedicated to the patron goddess of Athens - great and wise Athena Pallas herself - or so it was said.

A lone figure could be seen sitting on one of many rocks leading up toward one of the greatest tourist attractions on Earth, like so many others he was dressed for the weather; his mane of curling black hair, tied back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, having a wide-brimmed bush hat perched atop it that also shaded his features, while his ever-watchful eyes were concealed behind a pair of sunglasses. Beneath the finely trimmed beard a smile appeared, creasing his middle-aged features, tanned brown by constant sunlight but keeping something of a rugged handsomeness in his face, his toned but not overly muscular body concealed by the world wide travellers favourite clothing of a simple t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, a pair of sandals being all he wore upon his dust dried feet.

All-in-all, were one to look in his direction, they would see a reasonably attractive man of middle age and healthy body, holding in one hand a small notepad and in the other a hiking stick of gnarled wood taken from an olive tree. They might even think that there was a certain something about him, though they could not tell what.

Hermes, known as Mercurius to the Romans, as a messenger angel by the Christians, and who had taken the human name 'Hermon Sostias', had been watching the procession of wanderers advance up the acropolis for hours on end and had oddly not tired from it. Sat here, half-way up the path from the bottom of the acropolis, he eyed the small Christian chapel of stone that had been thrown up nearby with a sigh and the slightest shake of his head. It had been hard for all of them when their time was done, when those that had once believed ceased to call on their favour or give sacrifice unto them, only Mithras and Isis - a goddess older even than Zeus, his father - standing alone against the might of Jehovah when his cult has swollen and bloated into something altogether different from its origins; a sad turn of events caused not by the triple-faced God, but by the hands and minds of men.

There were other, smaller, structures set up by other religions at the sides of the path; a Hindu shrine, one with the contended figure of the Buddha looking out, even one by a group who claimed themselves as modern day worshipers of he and his kindred! Ah, religion...an interesting subject to be sure, but not the reason he was here.

It had been over a year ago that he had began feeling the pull back toward the Parthenon, a focal point for worship in the Classical age and one that still resonated with power, but little had he known then what he must do or why; he had not known that things were being set in motion that could change the course of the world, that could even see his brothers and sisters returned to their full power, something he knew many of them still yearned for. Of course, it would not be without consequences - nothing ever was when it came to celestial matters - and but two weeks ago he had returned to Greece, his ancestral land, even visiting the psychical Mount Olympus; it was not the Olympus, that was far from mortal hands on a different plane of existence entirely, but he could see why many may have thought they dwelt there in a time before advanced science and technology had shattered any illusions.

Now he was here, charged to await those that would follow in his footsteps, being in the unique position of having retained all his powers when others had not. How had he retained them? By finding employ with God! For he was a heavenly courier and deity of travellers, and to have spent the remainder of his immortal life without being able to continue his assigned role, it was unthinkable and he would never have had it so. That, and he was required by heavenly mandate never to use his powers outside of his duties.

Sadly for Heaven, that was precisely what he soon intended to do - the others were coming, and they would be here soon.
@Louis Dabout Take control of commercialism or the isthmus...I see how it is. :P

Excellent, you are most welcome.
@Sep What really needs to be said about this fine Scotsman? Excellent RP'er and GM, fair and most certainly dedicated. Much gratitude to him for allowing me to RP in his esteemed threads, and may the Force be with him...always.
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