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Looking for really one, maybe two, if my interest is really captured, new rps. Also added a new one "Airships of the Dodecopolis"
Still here. But seems there's no rush
Had some clearups in my schedule, and a few rps not pan our or the like, so I'm looking for one, maybe two more partners. I've also added "War for the Sinking Cities" as a new idea, and as always, I'm open to hearing your ideas.
Kisyra had not expected to see another plainsman here - she knew some traveled into Lycia as mercenaries, but this was a small town on the fringes of one of the cantons. But sure enough, there was one here, and like her, he seemed to be feeling a sense of justice as he drew his bow on the spellcaster who had so easily and blithely destroyed a house. When he identified himself as a prince, of the Kutolah of all tribes, she couldn't help her skepticism, but she didn't say anything.

What would a Prince being doing this far from the Plains? Even if he spoke the truth, it was irrelevant. When it came to dealing with spellcasters, numbers was always useful.

Kisyra drew close behind the spellcaster and put her hand on her blade, drawing it just a little, enough for the sound of it being drawn to ring out a little. "And so too is my blade, mage." She added softly, her voice low and deadly. He'd only burned this house, but no one did something criminal so casually unless they'd already done it. And probably worse. So death was probably just right for the man if he stepped out of line.
It was rare that Kisyra traveled this far from Bulgar, and never before had she traveled further south than the northern reaches of Bern, let alone this far into Lycia, but this man, this monster she was hunting, merited it. A cruel man who had raped and killed his way through Bulgar - and continued to do so as she tracked him, with utter disregard for the trail he was leaving. She'd killed bandits and mercenaries who had served with him and under him along the way, but reaching him...

She was starting to consider that after this long, and this far, she might need to let this go. The criminal element in Bulgar remained despite her absence, and could only grow larger without pruning. Making the endless fight only more endless.

But could she just deem a monster unworthy of her time? She could not make that call - this man was a violater of the oaths that held society together, a violater of the highest order. She couldn't leave him to his predations - and she had found others along her way. They merited death no less than any other just because they lived far from Bulgar and outside of her normal reach.

An obvious plainswoman, from her garb to her long green hair, Kisyra stood out, and her taciturn, uncommunicate nature only made that more so as she looked through the market, trying to find someone who would know the criminal element, who may be able to be induced to help her find her quarry.

She was drawn from her search when she saw a man with long white hair tucking what could only be a magical tome away as house caught fire. Kisyra wound her way through the crowd slowly, towards the man, her hand on her blade. Not her target, probably didn't even know him, but he had set a house on fire as casually as someone might pick their evening meal, with no regard for anyone or anything else. She couldn't just let that stand.
Sorry about that. I will be posting shortly. Shit came up IRL.
I admit I'm kinda waiting for someone else to start, to figure out how best to enter.

Though I'll probably post sometime tommorrow.

No worries. Good luck there.

Now, why did I not subscribe to my own RP again..? Oops.

Anyways! I'll be starting the RP this Friday. I just wish to kno one thing, do you all wish the true FE feel when engaging in combat (with grid maps and everything), while letting the freeform posting happen in prequel and sequel parts to the chapters? Or is it preferred to have a freeform battles where the RNG is a side-thing, I wonder?

No Need for a grid or something super formalized on the map and movement front, but I would like a map of some sort so we have an idea of the general layout and placement of where people are. We need some sort of RNG or why do we have levels and stats, tho.
Name: Talia Korvus - though she goes by Talia Wayrest, to avoid connection to her family.
Title: Daughter of the Baroness of Phaelia, a minor Etrurian noble
Age: 23
Class: Fighter
Sexuality: Lesbian
Home: Etruria

Equipment: Iron Axe, Vulnerary
Economy: 500 Gold

Personality: In contrast to her appearance, Talia is a very happy, upbeat woman, idealistic and hopeful. She's a firm believer in freedom of choice and action, and hates the idea of being constrained in her actions by anything but her own conscience and ability - and she hates the idea of anyone else being so constrained. She firmly believes that she could leave the world a better place than she found it, and a way to do that is to defend the weak or vulnerable from those who prey on them - but she doesn't go out seeking dragons to slay, as it were. Rather, she hires herself out as guard when a caravan of pilgrims or a village needs someone willing to fight bandits or , offering reasonable rates - sometimes even just asking for night's food and lodging, if they can't provide any more than that.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Simple description: She generally wears light, plain leather armor, dyed blood red. Her hair is cut short, and she has several scars on her face, arms and torso, giving her a much grimmer, deadly look that doesn't jive well with her behavior or demeanor.

Level: 1
Health Points: 18
Strength/Magic: 9
Skill: 6
Speed: 3
Luck: 2
Defense: 5
Resistance: 2

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