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Hey all, JB here.
I'm a DM for a large number of games here on RPG, as well as a player in several others. Many of the games I run are overly complex, or they involve Dungeons and Dragons (which is also overly complex!).
I work 40+ hours a week, and am the proud father of two tiny terrors named Chibi and Chibette and married to my beautiful Wifey. As such, I am quite busy more often than not. I typically write 2-5 paragraphs per reply and try to maintain an excellent level of grammar. If you noticed me glancing at your profile, I probably was looking to see if you would be a good match for my RPing style. Even if I didn't send a PM to you, feel free to send one back!
I enjoy 1x1 RPs and small groups. I'm fond of medieval, steampunk, and futuristic settings, and I'll jump into romance, adventure, and slice of life RPs fairly quickly, although supernatural (vampires, werewolves, etc) RPs get old for me pretty quickly. If you're looking for an RP partner and I've glanced at your profile, then I'm most likely willing to give it a shot, but decided against PMing you because I'm actually kinda shy. But I'm always looking for a new friend!
Please feel free to say hi at any time!
Name/Aliases: JB, JBRam, Jeebs
Gender: M
DOB: June 1988
Location: Maine (East Coast USA)
Hobbies: Ridiculously complex RP ideas involving lots of spreadsheets.
I'm a DM for a large number of games here on RPG, as well as a player in several others. Many of the games I run are overly complex, or they involve Dungeons and Dragons (which is also overly complex!).
I work 40+ hours a week, and am the proud father of two tiny terrors named Chibi and Chibette and married to my beautiful Wifey. As such, I am quite busy more often than not. I typically write 2-5 paragraphs per reply and try to maintain an excellent level of grammar. If you noticed me glancing at your profile, I probably was looking to see if you would be a good match for my RPing style. Even if I didn't send a PM to you, feel free to send one back!
I enjoy 1x1 RPs and small groups. I'm fond of medieval, steampunk, and futuristic settings, and I'll jump into romance, adventure, and slice of life RPs fairly quickly, although supernatural (vampires, werewolves, etc) RPs get old for me pretty quickly. If you're looking for an RP partner and I've glanced at your profile, then I'm most likely willing to give it a shot, but decided against PMing you because I'm actually kinda shy. But I'm always looking for a new friend!
Please feel free to say hi at any time!
Name/Aliases: JB, JBRam, Jeebs
Gender: M
DOB: June 1988
Location: Maine (East Coast USA)
Hobbies: Ridiculously complex RP ideas involving lots of spreadsheets.
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@Grape Any interest in FF13? If so, I'm recruiting for the RP linked in my signature below. I think I've got a pretty interesting idea, but you can judge that too :P
As Ceria played with her newfound rodent friend, Racchus chuckled quietly. "See to it that ol' Chip there stay outside the bar, Missy," he enjoined Ceria. "Can't have the Health Inspector shuttin' us down now." With her 20 gold lying on the counter, Racchus raised an eyebrow. The following warning from Ulor combined with the extra gold pieces raised the eyebrow somewhat higher as a smile toyed at the corner of the tiefling's mouth.
At Ary's comment, however, he spoke up again. "Ah, now that would be tellin', lass. The more you pay, the better the service I'll be sellin'. Think what you've paid is enough? Then go ahead and take the keys." Racchus reached behind the bar and produced a pair of cast-iron keys with a large wooden tag on them. The tag had the logo from the sign stamped on them, along with the numbers 1 and 3. "If'n you think that a little more sharing is in order, you are free to be addin' to the pile. I doubt any here would stop ya."
When Yvah spoke up, Racchus let out a guffaw. "Yvah, you come back after all this time and ruin my fun, eh? Take the keys then, and I'll be holdin' onto yer gold for ya. Best rooms in the house for one of my own, and I'll be sure none on them boys be molestin" ya. Here that, Boys?" Racchus suddenly raised his voice, and the tavern fell deadly silent as every patron hung on the barkeep's dictation as if their lives depended on it. "These here be honored guests! You will lay down yer lives before anyone enters those rooms without my say-so!" The crowd muttered their acknowledgement as the sounds of the tavern picked up again. "I suggest you be headin' on up, now," Racchus added. "Ten hours are bought and paid for. Oh, and Fuzzball. Good to see ya again."
At Ary's comment, however, he spoke up again. "Ah, now that would be tellin', lass. The more you pay, the better the service I'll be sellin'. Think what you've paid is enough? Then go ahead and take the keys." Racchus reached behind the bar and produced a pair of cast-iron keys with a large wooden tag on them. The tag had the logo from the sign stamped on them, along with the numbers 1 and 3. "If'n you think that a little more sharing is in order, you are free to be addin' to the pile. I doubt any here would stop ya."
When Yvah spoke up, Racchus let out a guffaw. "Yvah, you come back after all this time and ruin my fun, eh? Take the keys then, and I'll be holdin' onto yer gold for ya. Best rooms in the house for one of my own, and I'll be sure none on them boys be molestin" ya. Here that, Boys?" Racchus suddenly raised his voice, and the tavern fell deadly silent as every patron hung on the barkeep's dictation as if their lives depended on it. "These here be honored guests! You will lay down yer lives before anyone enters those rooms without my say-so!" The crowd muttered their acknowledgement as the sounds of the tavern picked up again. "I suggest you be headin' on up, now," Racchus added. "Ten hours are bought and paid for. Oh, and Fuzzball. Good to see ya again."
Katia's strategy worked better than she could have expected. The shadows, now seemingly ignoring the gnome altogether, rushed forward in a veritable wave of darkness. As soon as one was within striking distance, she released the ball of radiant energy she was holding, sending it blasting towards one of the shadows that was ringed in holy light from Wick's earlier magic.
Her radiant blast was flanked by three arcane ones from the gnome as several of the shadows dissipated. "Nice shooting, Wiz!" Katia called out as the enemies fell. Whatever these things were, it seemed that they were perhaps soulless, as no soul crystals appeared to fall from them. The revelation made Katia feel a little better about taking them out. If these dark forms had no soul, then they were likely either creations by something sinister or had lost ownership of their souls previously. This was assuming, of course, that her intuition and the knowledge of her friends were correct.
Either way, this battle was more important than pointless musings. As the shadows had little hope of reaching her without gaining some intelligence first, Katia instead focused on taking down thosethat had surrounded Haemar and Thea. Not that her friends were incapable of protecting themselves, but Katia hoped to dispose of these formless masses of darkness posthaste so they could converse with the first being who spoke their tongue that the group had encountered thus far.
From her unhindered view on the rooftop, Katia held her stance, sending wave after wave after wave of ki energy at the shadows. Perhaps these weren't the most accurate attacks she had ever performed, but in Katia's defense, she was still leaarning this maneuver. Or perhaps it was the somewhat excessive flair she tossed into the attacks, sending one ball of ki behind her back towards a foe, then the next with her arms raised overhead and a foot lifted from the ground as if in a praying mantis pose, and the last with a leap and a twirl, sending the bolt of energy downwards with a flying kick. In any case, she was not exceptionally worried about the danger in this fight. Not until the shadows developed ladder technology, at least.
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@Gordian Nought - Wick (next)
Her radiant blast was flanked by three arcane ones from the gnome as several of the shadows dissipated. "Nice shooting, Wiz!" Katia called out as the enemies fell. Whatever these things were, it seemed that they were perhaps soulless, as no soul crystals appeared to fall from them. The revelation made Katia feel a little better about taking them out. If these dark forms had no soul, then they were likely either creations by something sinister or had lost ownership of their souls previously. This was assuming, of course, that her intuition and the knowledge of her friends were correct.
Either way, this battle was more important than pointless musings. As the shadows had little hope of reaching her without gaining some intelligence first, Katia instead focused on taking down thosethat had surrounded Haemar and Thea. Not that her friends were incapable of protecting themselves, but Katia hoped to dispose of these formless masses of darkness posthaste so they could converse with the first being who spoke their tongue that the group had encountered thus far.
From her unhindered view on the rooftop, Katia held her stance, sending wave after wave after wave of ki energy at the shadows. Perhaps these weren't the most accurate attacks she had ever performed, but in Katia's defense, she was still leaarning this maneuver. Or perhaps it was the somewhat excessive flair she tossed into the attacks, sending one ball of ki behind her back towards a foe, then the next with her arms raised overhead and a foot lifted from the ground as if in a praying mantis pose, and the last with a leap and a twirl, sending the bolt of energy downwards with a flying kick. In any case, she was not exceptionally worried about the danger in this fight. Not until the shadows developed ladder technology, at least.
@The Harbinger of Ferocity - DM
@Gordian Nought - Wick (next)
"Maybe we can cut out some of that," Ryobi suggested, motioning towards the comm that Jan held. "Dunno if the doc is near her comm or not, but it's worth a shot. If someone else is tapped into the channel, though, we might just lead them right to her if we aren't careful." Ryobi sighed, holstering his pistol in the back of his pants for a moment as he wracked his brain, trying to think of the optimal strategy. "Where's a place we would know, she would know, and no one else would be able to get to or figure out? Dammit, I can't think of anything."
Nothing was making sense. Why would Gris attack? Hell, why would either Burchill or Benton try to hurt each other? Either someone infiltrated deep, or something else was going on. It reminded Ryobi of those old zombie films where someone got infected and soon transformed into a mindless murderous creature. But Gris certainly didn't look like a zombie. Besides, that's all stuff of fiction.
Then again, space stations were considered fiction back in the early space age, and here they were.
"I suppose we could head to Med Bay in the meantime," Ryobi finally replied to Jan's question. Seeing Davis like that was not something he wanted to deal with. But... he owed Lucian that much. Without Kitt's scanning, they were at a bit of a disadvantage, but they could also move faster and more stealthily. Med Bay would likely be crawling with prisoners eventually as they tried to feed their addictions or treat wounds. The sooner they could get there and stock up on supplies and change their bandages, the better. Perhaps they would even be able to take out some of the jailbreakers while they were there.
Nothing was making sense. Why would Gris attack? Hell, why would either Burchill or Benton try to hurt each other? Either someone infiltrated deep, or something else was going on. It reminded Ryobi of those old zombie films where someone got infected and soon transformed into a mindless murderous creature. But Gris certainly didn't look like a zombie. Besides, that's all stuff of fiction.
Then again, space stations were considered fiction back in the early space age, and here they were.
"I suppose we could head to Med Bay in the meantime," Ryobi finally replied to Jan's question. Seeing Davis like that was not something he wanted to deal with. But... he owed Lucian that much. Without Kitt's scanning, they were at a bit of a disadvantage, but they could also move faster and more stealthily. Med Bay would likely be crawling with prisoners eventually as they tried to feed their addictions or treat wounds. The sooner they could get there and stock up on supplies and change their bandages, the better. Perhaps they would even be able to take out some of the jailbreakers while they were there.
Welcome! I suggest going to the Casual Interest Checks forum and looking around for ideas that sound interesting. You could also check out the Casual RP forum and look for in progress games that are looking for recruits. I'd offer one of my games, but most of mine require stats, etc. Hope you enjoy your time here!
Oh, and to apply to an in-progress game, just post in the OOC thread. I suggest reading through the opening post, gather any questions you have, and ask if there's an opening. Unless the RP is marked "Full," there is a possibility of an open spot.
Oh, and to apply to an in-progress game, just post in the OOC thread. I suggest reading through the opening post, gather any questions you have, and ask if there's an opening. Unless the RP is marked "Full," there is a possibility of an open spot.
When our Dragonborn and Jester arrived again on the deck, Bledig sighed heavily. Bidding us adieu, he turned and flew towards tge Mirror Sea with great haste as if he feared another lightning strike was imminent. We had been left to determine our own fate and passage through the Gate.
Thankfully, we had a Beholder.
At Dyn's suggestion and after I explained the situation and the plan, the crew donned a momentary serious posture as the gravity sunk in. One wrong move, and we could plummet hundreds of feet to our doom. On the other hand, gold and glory likely would be our reward for solving this trouble. We never were a group to shirk from extraordinary feats of daring, so climbing up the side of a waterspout was kust another day for us.
Despite my crew's impeccable courage, I admit I felt a little odd about steering my ship into the swirling mass of wind, water, and destruction, but my faith in Dyn was as unyielding as my crew's faith in me. They each performed their tasks admirably as we approached the edge of the Gate, its massive spray of aquatic death towering over us. I gave Dyn the word and he harnessed the greatest ride that nature ever created, sending us shooting skyward at a great clip. Cheers could be heard from much of my crew, but I held my hand steady on the till. One could never know when danger might strike.
About halfway up the spout, the strangest feeling overtook us as we felt suspended for a moment, caught between the seaward pull of gravity and a similar feeling skyward. Dyn immediately recognized the danger and the bost rotated until we were looking up at the Material Plane. We passed through the Gate, now heading "down" towards the Mirror Sea. A glance up at our previous location shewed an unsettling view: our sea, once turbulent and vicious, now appeared as a low cloud cover, the same hue and texture that one would expect ob a stormt day. It truly looked like the Skysea that Bledig had mentioned before.
We descended slowly until we came to rest on the surface of the Mirror Sea. Bledig awaited us, along with a full complement of coral drakes. He welcomed us graciously as the drakes watched for any response from us. We were now guests in the Plane of Water.
Thankfully, we had a Beholder.
At Dyn's suggestion and after I explained the situation and the plan, the crew donned a momentary serious posture as the gravity sunk in. One wrong move, and we could plummet hundreds of feet to our doom. On the other hand, gold and glory likely would be our reward for solving this trouble. We never were a group to shirk from extraordinary feats of daring, so climbing up the side of a waterspout was kust another day for us.
Despite my crew's impeccable courage, I admit I felt a little odd about steering my ship into the swirling mass of wind, water, and destruction, but my faith in Dyn was as unyielding as my crew's faith in me. They each performed their tasks admirably as we approached the edge of the Gate, its massive spray of aquatic death towering over us. I gave Dyn the word and he harnessed the greatest ride that nature ever created, sending us shooting skyward at a great clip. Cheers could be heard from much of my crew, but I held my hand steady on the till. One could never know when danger might strike.
About halfway up the spout, the strangest feeling overtook us as we felt suspended for a moment, caught between the seaward pull of gravity and a similar feeling skyward. Dyn immediately recognized the danger and the bost rotated until we were looking up at the Material Plane. We passed through the Gate, now heading "down" towards the Mirror Sea. A glance up at our previous location shewed an unsettling view: our sea, once turbulent and vicious, now appeared as a low cloud cover, the same hue and texture that one would expect ob a stormt day. It truly looked like the Skysea that Bledig had mentioned before.
We descended slowly until we came to rest on the surface of the Mirror Sea. Bledig awaited us, along with a full complement of coral drakes. He welcomed us graciously as the drakes watched for any response from us. We were now guests in the Plane of Water.
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@Dark LightI will add that we will likely do a fair amount of planning on Discord. It makes conversations between several people much simpler, and it does not show our intentions to the whole galaxy. It is likely that workarounds could be found, but I personally would request you joined our Discord server upon acceptance by @Hekazu. It isn't a bad place once you get used to it. Just like the food is delicious if you hope -really- hard.
Drajhan listened closely to the woman's tale as they walked along. He had, of course, learned of slavers and both the benefits and detriments they could bring to a society. His sworn enemies, the followers of the fiends, bartered slaves as if they were bread, but it had become a personal mission of Drajhan's upon liberating his people to also liberate the oppressed slaves among them. It was not an easy nor cheap task; a decree can only go so far, and the slave trade was well-established when he made his return.
Draj's expression darkened when the woman mentioned her daughter. This is why he held power. This was his calling: bringing hope and peace to the downtrodden. Others may scoff or think it a waste of time, but to Drajhan, there was no higher purpose. This issue with the Gate, important though it may be, was stalled for the time being. If he had to save this woman's daughter alone, so be it.
"Nainiren, I swear to you upon all that I hold dear in my life that I will find your daughter and deliver her unto you, or die in the attempt. I shall neither rest easy nor be merry until you have been reunited together. So swear I upon my family crest, upon my blade, and upon my honor." Drajhan solemnly knelt before the woman, bowing deeply before her. "I do not pretend to be humble, but you may trust my word is true. I know what it means to be separated from those you care about. The scars it brings cut deeper than any knife, and can only be healed by one remedy: reunuion. Please, share all you know about your daughter: her name, her looks, her age. If she lives, I will find her come hells or high waters."
Draj's expression darkened when the woman mentioned her daughter. This is why he held power. This was his calling: bringing hope and peace to the downtrodden. Others may scoff or think it a waste of time, but to Drajhan, there was no higher purpose. This issue with the Gate, important though it may be, was stalled for the time being. If he had to save this woman's daughter alone, so be it.
"Nainiren, I swear to you upon all that I hold dear in my life that I will find your daughter and deliver her unto you, or die in the attempt. I shall neither rest easy nor be merry until you have been reunited together. So swear I upon my family crest, upon my blade, and upon my honor." Drajhan solemnly knelt before the woman, bowing deeply before her. "I do not pretend to be humble, but you may trust my word is true. I know what it means to be separated from those you care about. The scars it brings cut deeper than any knife, and can only be healed by one remedy: reunuion. Please, share all you know about your daughter: her name, her looks, her age. If she lives, I will find her come hells or high waters."
Why did we even come in here? Kimiko asked herself. The room was empty, thankfully, making the slash at the air that Frosty demonstrated look utterly ridiculous. Kimiko shook her head and entered the room, quickly searching around for a better replacement for the plastic sword she carried. As fortune would have it, a wooden practice katana was among the gear. Although it was certainly no sharp blade, the weapon had some heft to it and could certainly cause harm in the right hands.
The right hands... Kimiko glanced down at the wooden blade she now wielded. Fighting wasn't a miko's place. If her father knew, he would be furious. Why was she even here? She hadn't chosen this path; she had simply been dragged along. What even was this place? It was certainly no longer the school, despite sharing the same hallways. This also couldn't be a dream unless it was the most realistic dream imaginable.
She shook her head, clearing it of the doubting thoughts. Now was the time for clarity, not hesitation. Kimiko reached over to retake Suzune's hand as she drew in a deep breath. "Well, there's the exit," Kimiko said, her voice quiet and meek. "Perhaps we should use it."
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