In terms of monsters, how would you feel about an elemental manifested into human form?
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Dude. I want in on this so much. Still open?
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@Gareth Yeah, that was the general idea. I was thinking somewhere in the ballpark of 250 floors, and it shouldn't be too hard to come up with something interesting for each.
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The world is old.
The world is dying.
It has been for a long, long time. The terminal stages are nearing. Earthquakes, volcanoes, great windstorms that cover continents. Thousands are dying. Yet, there is hope. When the gods left this world, they left behind a...panic switch, if you will. An emergency reset button for the world. They left it at the peak of the Crucible of Creation, the great stone tower they left behind. It pierces the clouds, reaching a seemingly impossible distance into the sky.
Unfortunately, the Crucible has been abandoned for aeons, and when left alone in the dark for long enough, dark seeds will take root. The Crucible has been the lair of countless monsters and demons for millennia. Those that once lived nearby moved away long ago. Living in the shadow of the rechristened Tower of Night has a way of wearing on one's mind. Even worse? Venturing within.
Yet that is what you must do.
Perhaps you've come to the Tower because of the legends of the rejuvenation of the world. Perhaps you've come for the riches, the collected ruins of thousands of years of adventurers and foolhardy men and women, and even the hide of the fabled dragons, long gone from the outside world, yet rumored to live on within the Tower. Perhaps you're simply a thrillseeker, climbing the tower simply to climb it. Whatever your reason, better get started.
It's a long way up.
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So essentially, the world is dying and it's your job to smack the cosmic reset button. Unfortunately, it sits at the peak of an ancient tower full of monsters of all sorts that you'll need to get through to reach your goal. The world is one mostly of sword-and-sorcery fantasy, magic encouraged within reason, with a bit of anachronistic technology such as magically-powered guns, that kind of thing. The idea is an RP with more of a goal-oriented feel to it, because a lot kind of peter out because there's no real drive behind them.
CS:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance (Picture or description):
Bio:
General Personality:
Weapons (Most used to least used):
Magical Abilities:
Other:
The world is dying.
It has been for a long, long time. The terminal stages are nearing. Earthquakes, volcanoes, great windstorms that cover continents. Thousands are dying. Yet, there is hope. When the gods left this world, they left behind a...panic switch, if you will. An emergency reset button for the world. They left it at the peak of the Crucible of Creation, the great stone tower they left behind. It pierces the clouds, reaching a seemingly impossible distance into the sky.
Unfortunately, the Crucible has been abandoned for aeons, and when left alone in the dark for long enough, dark seeds will take root. The Crucible has been the lair of countless monsters and demons for millennia. Those that once lived nearby moved away long ago. Living in the shadow of the rechristened Tower of Night has a way of wearing on one's mind. Even worse? Venturing within.
Yet that is what you must do.
Perhaps you've come to the Tower because of the legends of the rejuvenation of the world. Perhaps you've come for the riches, the collected ruins of thousands of years of adventurers and foolhardy men and women, and even the hide of the fabled dragons, long gone from the outside world, yet rumored to live on within the Tower. Perhaps you're simply a thrillseeker, climbing the tower simply to climb it. Whatever your reason, better get started.
It's a long way up.
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So essentially, the world is dying and it's your job to smack the cosmic reset button. Unfortunately, it sits at the peak of an ancient tower full of monsters of all sorts that you'll need to get through to reach your goal. The world is one mostly of sword-and-sorcery fantasy, magic encouraged within reason, with a bit of anachronistic technology such as magically-powered guns, that kind of thing. The idea is an RP with more of a goal-oriented feel to it, because a lot kind of peter out because there's no real drive behind them.
CS:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance (Picture or description):
Bio:
General Personality:
Weapons (Most used to least used):
Magical Abilities:
Other:
Posting here for review!
Name: Mathias Jernigan
Age: 63
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Disgruntled and angry, Mathias is a cantankerous old Welshman. He has no tolerance whatever for any frivolities such as "joy, geniality, exultation, delight, and other synonyms for happiness." He tries his best to keep whoever he's with extremely motivated and focused to the point of the exclusion of all else. The thing he dislikes most of all is young people. Despite all of that, he's very protective. He wears heavy armor and bears a large tower shield, not so much for his own protection as for throwing himself down to protect anybody around him. His greatest asset is his unbreakable will and faith in himself. Don't try to manipulate his mind, because it probably won't work very well.
Goal: Mathias simply wants to remain alive, and to protect those around him.
Skills:
Willpower - 2
Protection - 1
Ability: To be assigned.
Inventory:
Suit of heavy plate armor
Heavy steel tower shield
Longsword, one handed, even though he's pretty trash at actually using it
Oil, to keep his armor moving smoothly
A backpack
Waterskin
Age: 63
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Disgruntled and angry, Mathias is a cantankerous old Welshman. He has no tolerance whatever for any frivolities such as "joy, geniality, exultation, delight, and other synonyms for happiness." He tries his best to keep whoever he's with extremely motivated and focused to the point of the exclusion of all else. The thing he dislikes most of all is young people. Despite all of that, he's very protective. He wears heavy armor and bears a large tower shield, not so much for his own protection as for throwing himself down to protect anybody around him. His greatest asset is his unbreakable will and faith in himself. Don't try to manipulate his mind, because it probably won't work very well.
Goal: Mathias simply wants to remain alive, and to protect those around him.
Skills:
Willpower - 2
Protection - 1
Ability: To be assigned.
Inventory:
Suit of heavy plate armor
Heavy steel tower shield
Longsword, one handed, even though he's pretty trash at actually using it
Oil, to keep his armor moving smoothly
A backpack
Waterskin
This looks awesome. Can I join this?
@Sylverblu
Anwen pouted, quite disappointed. "That's all? Really? No zombies, or ancient magical artifacts with the power to destroy worlds, or even a half-decent potted plant?"
Upon further introspection, she didn't know quite what she'd been thinking, but...this was the first person she'd ever actually hosted in her home, so she had no idea whatsoever what the standard practice was. What did she do? She'd asked him what his home was like, and been quite disappointed by the answer. Her head dropped to Cloud, and she stroked the small body for a moment before jumping up declaratively. "That's it! Tomorrow I'm coming to your house! You said Room 226, right?" Her pout stretched into an enormous smile. "I'll be there at noon or whatever!"
With that said, she walked bouncily over to the wall and grasped the sword. After a moment, the bindings of wood holding it in place receded and she pulled it away from the wall, walking up to Alason. "I saw you looking at my sword! It's pretty, isn't it?" She held it out to him in a clear invitation. "Oh!" she added hastily, "but don't touch the thorns!" With that somewhat mystifying warning, she walked over to the "door" and stood for a moment, looking out. "I know it looks kinda out of place, that's the sword I used whenever a Hunter found me in the woods. That was a long time ago..." she trailed off, the smile in her voice fading away. "They called me—us—evil spirits. And there hasn't been an us for a very long time."
Her voice began to wobble as her emotions began to run unchecked. "I...killed a lot of people. Why did I kill them?" She began to shake with faint sobs, bouncing from one emotional extreme to another with extraordinary speed. The walls of the tree suddenly began to constrict in on themselves as she cried, dropping to a sitting position as she let her head fall. The gap sealed up, and the furniture began to shrink away into the encroaching walls. They slowly crushed in towards the two as they were left in complete and total darkness. A great groaning emanated from the wood around them as it began to contort even further away from its natural shape and crush inwards upon themselves as Anwen's usually completely forgotten self-loathing began to emerge from its dark pit.
"Why?" she shrieked, her voice magnified tenfold in the tiny space, "why didn't they just go away? I didn't want to hurt them!"
Anwen pouted, quite disappointed. "That's all? Really? No zombies, or ancient magical artifacts with the power to destroy worlds, or even a half-decent potted plant?"
Upon further introspection, she didn't know quite what she'd been thinking, but...this was the first person she'd ever actually hosted in her home, so she had no idea whatsoever what the standard practice was. What did she do? She'd asked him what his home was like, and been quite disappointed by the answer. Her head dropped to Cloud, and she stroked the small body for a moment before jumping up declaratively. "That's it! Tomorrow I'm coming to your house! You said Room 226, right?" Her pout stretched into an enormous smile. "I'll be there at noon or whatever!"
With that said, she walked bouncily over to the wall and grasped the sword. After a moment, the bindings of wood holding it in place receded and she pulled it away from the wall, walking up to Alason. "I saw you looking at my sword! It's pretty, isn't it?" She held it out to him in a clear invitation. "Oh!" she added hastily, "but don't touch the thorns!" With that somewhat mystifying warning, she walked over to the "door" and stood for a moment, looking out. "I know it looks kinda out of place, that's the sword I used whenever a Hunter found me in the woods. That was a long time ago..." she trailed off, the smile in her voice fading away. "They called me—us—evil spirits. And there hasn't been an us for a very long time."
Her voice began to wobble as her emotions began to run unchecked. "I...killed a lot of people. Why did I kill them?" She began to shake with faint sobs, bouncing from one emotional extreme to another with extraordinary speed. The walls of the tree suddenly began to constrict in on themselves as she cried, dropping to a sitting position as she let her head fall. The gap sealed up, and the furniture began to shrink away into the encroaching walls. They slowly crushed in towards the two as they were left in complete and total darkness. A great groaning emanated from the wood around them as it began to contort even further away from its natural shape and crush inwards upon themselves as Anwen's usually completely forgotten self-loathing began to emerge from its dark pit.
"Why?" she shrieked, her voice magnified tenfold in the tiny space, "why didn't they just go away? I didn't want to hurt them!"
Alason and Anwen are still in a conversation. It should only be one or two posts more, but I'd appreciate a few more posts.
I'm going to have to bow out. College has gotten really intense and I just don't have time. Sorry!
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