@Spirit, @Conscripts, sorry for the short post; I wrote up a long one just yesterday, so I am a bit tired out.
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Can't believe that I actually got an RP close to its endgame, btw...
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Noble Arms is now either four years old, or three years and eleven months. The third thread had lasted for more than one year.
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New Interest Check, everybody!
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My Roleplay, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, will reach its 4th year in June or July. It's been a long journey.
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Despite its massive flaws, my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is still one of the longest ongoing RPs in RPGuild - It turns 4 years old in July and the current thread itself is more than a year old.
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Shamir nodded at the lyrical man and said, "I do; I do have the time. And...thanks; I can still fight if need be, but the world needs both fighters and builders." His face lit up with a smile once more as he got up. "So, what are your favorite foods? Mine is couscous, pita bread, chicken, and beef. I don't eat pork; pigs are an invasive species that compete with poor people for food and ruin delicate soils, as well as ruin precious crops. But it might be different in your country, I suppose."
"Oh, and Manakeesh*!" He continued as he walked. "Manakeesh is great. I hope that this chef knows how to make it; I miss it a lot. Anyway, thanks, Mr. Pacifier; you are a good person." Shamir hoped he really wasn't being a chatterbox.
*en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manakish
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"Oh, and Manakeesh*!" He continued as he walked. "Manakeesh is great. I hope that this chef knows how to make it; I miss it a lot. Anyway, thanks, Mr. Pacifier; you are a good person." Shamir hoped he really wasn't being a chatterbox.
*en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manakish
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@Spirit, All right, I understand.
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@Letter Bee
You know that's a tough call for me. I would say yes without hesitation, but I'm running into a bit of a problem. I'm beginning to have trouble keeping track of everyone between my 15+ characters I have to use and make for future appearances, and the 10 or so players that are running through. So before I start allowing people to use multiple characters I might have to start considering getting a co-gm to help me keep everything straight. When I do I'll begin to allow second characters, but once I do I'm limiting everyone to ONLY 2 per player, and would discourage it for newer players.
So not until I get a co-gm, and once I do have a co, only 1 more.
I see. So, who are the candidates for a Co-GM position?
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@Spirit, Is a second character allowed? I can introduce her next chapter, if she is...
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Will post once other people do.
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Shamir was glad Garuda was asking him a question, and said, "Acity? The one with the advanced magitech? Cool; I am proud to meet you. Anyway, you wish to know about why I call myself usurped, yes, Mr. Pacifier?" He would then clear his throat, sit back on his stool again, and sigh before saying:
"Well, my father, Sultan Al-Hakam, was a good person. He abolished slavery in the Sultanate of Abazin during his reign, established schools, roads, and hospitals, and basically tried to deal with people as fairly as possible. But despite his kindness, he was not the best politician, and favored idealism over practicality. He was also immensely forgiving." Shamir bowed his head in sadness. "He had several sons with several wives and concubines, and I was the seventh son by the seventh wife, Badoura."
"Badoura supported her husband, my father, in his reforms, but was smarter and more cautious, helping temper his idealism. She also had the spine and steel needed to make the more pragmatic decisions, aka getting rid of those who would oppose the abolition of slavery and the spending of money on the common people. But despire that last part, my mother was a kind woman to those who were destitute, and regularly gave alms to them as well as more practical aid. The other wives and concubines, meanwhile, were less...dutiful, and misused their powers over the Sultan in order to indulge in corruption and nepotism. The most wicked of these people were Asmira, the First Wife of the Sultan, and her son, Rasoul." Resentment filled Shamir at the mention of those names before he paused and continued.
"Rasoul had big ambitions, and surrounded himself with yes-men and ladies who would ply him with wine and flattery. Despite that, he and I used to be friends growing up, until it was evident that he preferred luxury and control more than he liked the common people. And the worst part is that as he grew up, he became more brutal, and also began to challenge Father in major decisions. But not even we - my father, my mother, and me - can anticipate how far he'd go and who exactly would support him." Shamir was flashing back to that night.
A heavy weight came to his voice as he spoke, "Rasoul, or rather, his mother, had been sending agents to approach those who were hit hard by my father's reforms. Old nobles, bankrupt slave merchants, and army captains who wanted increased pay. And of course, the other sons of the Sultan and their bodyguards."
Shamir remembered everything like it was yesterday, "It was night, and my father was busy signing doucuments and paperworks, while my mother was asleep. All of a sudden we heard the clash of swords in the palace gardens; Rasoul had started his coup! Men were running to and fro in the confusion, our loyal guards trying to alert us to the danger yet being cut down by traitors who had been let in by my other brothers, Kassim and Ali when they opened a side gate."
The worst part was yet to come. "My mother, Badoura, managed to reach me with a couple of her own guards; she carried her own scimtar - I didn't know she was able to fight. She then said, 'Shamir, you must escape. Go to Karim while we hold the enemy back!' Karim was a cleaner, a servant of low rank, but one with a reputation of being an ex-spy."
"I moved to do as she said, but then an arrow came through a window and pierced my mother through and through. That was when I ran, ran for the lower levels of my palace with only my sword and the clothes on my back, and reached Karim, who was at the palace stables, a heap of murdered traitors to the side. The old man then smiled; I still remember his gap-toothed mouth, and told me that he had reserved the fastest camel in the stables for me. And so he handed me the reins to said camel, and I drove it as far away from the palace as possible, to the borders of the region. And from there, I had a series of misadventures until I came here to the Arcanum." Shamir finished relating his backstory.
"Anyway, I want to learn healing and protection magic, because I don't want to straight up destroy my kingdom while liberating it. I want to be able to heal entire regiments of troops with a gesture, and protect them and myself with a shield of energy at the same time. Isn't that a worthy goal, Mr. Pacifier?" A final pause now.
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"Well, my father, Sultan Al-Hakam, was a good person. He abolished slavery in the Sultanate of Abazin during his reign, established schools, roads, and hospitals, and basically tried to deal with people as fairly as possible. But despite his kindness, he was not the best politician, and favored idealism over practicality. He was also immensely forgiving." Shamir bowed his head in sadness. "He had several sons with several wives and concubines, and I was the seventh son by the seventh wife, Badoura."
"Badoura supported her husband, my father, in his reforms, but was smarter and more cautious, helping temper his idealism. She also had the spine and steel needed to make the more pragmatic decisions, aka getting rid of those who would oppose the abolition of slavery and the spending of money on the common people. But despire that last part, my mother was a kind woman to those who were destitute, and regularly gave alms to them as well as more practical aid. The other wives and concubines, meanwhile, were less...dutiful, and misused their powers over the Sultan in order to indulge in corruption and nepotism. The most wicked of these people were Asmira, the First Wife of the Sultan, and her son, Rasoul." Resentment filled Shamir at the mention of those names before he paused and continued.
"Rasoul had big ambitions, and surrounded himself with yes-men and ladies who would ply him with wine and flattery. Despite that, he and I used to be friends growing up, until it was evident that he preferred luxury and control more than he liked the common people. And the worst part is that as he grew up, he became more brutal, and also began to challenge Father in major decisions. But not even we - my father, my mother, and me - can anticipate how far he'd go and who exactly would support him." Shamir was flashing back to that night.
A heavy weight came to his voice as he spoke, "Rasoul, or rather, his mother, had been sending agents to approach those who were hit hard by my father's reforms. Old nobles, bankrupt slave merchants, and army captains who wanted increased pay. And of course, the other sons of the Sultan and their bodyguards."
Shamir remembered everything like it was yesterday, "It was night, and my father was busy signing doucuments and paperworks, while my mother was asleep. All of a sudden we heard the clash of swords in the palace gardens; Rasoul had started his coup! Men were running to and fro in the confusion, our loyal guards trying to alert us to the danger yet being cut down by traitors who had been let in by my other brothers, Kassim and Ali when they opened a side gate."
The worst part was yet to come. "My mother, Badoura, managed to reach me with a couple of her own guards; she carried her own scimtar - I didn't know she was able to fight. She then said, 'Shamir, you must escape. Go to Karim while we hold the enemy back!' Karim was a cleaner, a servant of low rank, but one with a reputation of being an ex-spy."
"I moved to do as she said, but then an arrow came through a window and pierced my mother through and through. That was when I ran, ran for the lower levels of my palace with only my sword and the clothes on my back, and reached Karim, who was at the palace stables, a heap of murdered traitors to the side. The old man then smiled; I still remember his gap-toothed mouth, and told me that he had reserved the fastest camel in the stables for me. And so he handed me the reins to said camel, and I drove it as far away from the palace as possible, to the borders of the region. And from there, I had a series of misadventures until I came here to the Arcanum." Shamir finished relating his backstory.
"Anyway, I want to learn healing and protection magic, because I don't want to straight up destroy my kingdom while liberating it. I want to be able to heal entire regiments of troops with a gesture, and protect them and myself with a shield of energy at the same time. Isn't that a worthy goal, Mr. Pacifier?" A final pause now.
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About damn time.
To be honest, I don't like the lack of nation-to-nation interaction, or nation-to-NPC interaction...
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You think I should make some kind of announcement for the day progression thing or just let it work it's way to it?
An announcement would be fine.
"Oh," was what Ascot said at first, shocked by Saffron's newly-revealed side. "Well, all right, as long as you're happy, I'm all right."
As long as you're happy.
Gods! Not another disappointment! Not another failed attempt to form emotional bonds! Sure, Saffron had a right to do what Ascot himself was doing and revel in his new powers, but it seemed that he had been hiding this blunt and tactless side all along. Of course, said blunt side was slightly attractive, but was the other young man really going to leave all thoughts of his home universe behind? How can that be?! Awesome powers were needed for awesome purposes; they can be enjoyed, sure, but it seems that Saffron was on the verge of just reveling in them and paying no attention to why they had been given those.
Ascot couldn't help but think that such coldness to his former world indicated that Saffron had some reason to give up on it. But it was best for him not to inquire.
I am not all right, after all.
Those were Ascot's thoughts as he turned away, trying to hide his renewed sadness and grief, in order to begin leading the way to Silverbrook. His ears were still perked up, though, in order to pick up any new information about this world. A sigh as he gathered that the only useful bit of information was that they were still mortal, and that the masks were remnants of creatures that they had since consumed. The rest were merely assurances that they were free to do as they wilt, but only not because there were no other ideas or directions for things to do besides follow the Ghost Girl's quest. He bitterly thought:
How Cunning.
Nevertheless, he turned around, suppressing his focus on himself in order to look at the Policeman and the Killer as they confronted each other. This would delay thier trip, and quite frankly, Ascot was not going to stay in the place where Saffron had all but rejected him. So, he stretched out his right hand, leafing through his new instincts and knowledge to see if he knew how to use his new powers. He did, but only the basics. That will have to do.
A glob of silvery-white fluid manifested in front of Ascot's hand; for a second, he felt himself...asked to select a trait he can give said glob. He thought:
Absorbing.
And then he launched said glob at the Killer, who had transformed into a bird-man. Said glob, if it hit, would spread across the bird-man's body, holding it in place, restraining him. As an afterthought, the fluid would also wrap around the bird-man's beak, so that it cannot peck anyone or say any spells that required a vocal component (hey, he played fantasy games). Ascot wouldn't stop until the Killer was wrapped in a cocoon of extra-soft but extra-durable material that would allow him to be dragged away.
He would then look at the Officer and say, "Sorry for interfering in Police Business, sir, but Silverbrook is our only point of reference, and so journeying there is the best course of action."
A string of the silvery-white putty would also connect the Killer's cocoon, assuming Ascot had hit, to Ascot's hand. He was prepared to drag the guy to Silverbrook himself if he had to.
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As long as you're happy.
Gods! Not another disappointment! Not another failed attempt to form emotional bonds! Sure, Saffron had a right to do what Ascot himself was doing and revel in his new powers, but it seemed that he had been hiding this blunt and tactless side all along. Of course, said blunt side was slightly attractive, but was the other young man really going to leave all thoughts of his home universe behind? How can that be?! Awesome powers were needed for awesome purposes; they can be enjoyed, sure, but it seems that Saffron was on the verge of just reveling in them and paying no attention to why they had been given those.
Ascot couldn't help but think that such coldness to his former world indicated that Saffron had some reason to give up on it. But it was best for him not to inquire.
I am not all right, after all.
Those were Ascot's thoughts as he turned away, trying to hide his renewed sadness and grief, in order to begin leading the way to Silverbrook. His ears were still perked up, though, in order to pick up any new information about this world. A sigh as he gathered that the only useful bit of information was that they were still mortal, and that the masks were remnants of creatures that they had since consumed. The rest were merely assurances that they were free to do as they wilt, but only not because there were no other ideas or directions for things to do besides follow the Ghost Girl's quest. He bitterly thought:
How Cunning.
Nevertheless, he turned around, suppressing his focus on himself in order to look at the Policeman and the Killer as they confronted each other. This would delay thier trip, and quite frankly, Ascot was not going to stay in the place where Saffron had all but rejected him. So, he stretched out his right hand, leafing through his new instincts and knowledge to see if he knew how to use his new powers. He did, but only the basics. That will have to do.
A glob of silvery-white fluid manifested in front of Ascot's hand; for a second, he felt himself...asked to select a trait he can give said glob. He thought:
Absorbing.
And then he launched said glob at the Killer, who had transformed into a bird-man. Said glob, if it hit, would spread across the bird-man's body, holding it in place, restraining him. As an afterthought, the fluid would also wrap around the bird-man's beak, so that it cannot peck anyone or say any spells that required a vocal component (hey, he played fantasy games). Ascot wouldn't stop until the Killer was wrapped in a cocoon of extra-soft but extra-durable material that would allow him to be dragged away.
He would then look at the Officer and say, "Sorry for interfering in Police Business, sir, but Silverbrook is our only point of reference, and so journeying there is the best course of action."
A string of the silvery-white putty would also connect the Killer's cocoon, assuming Ascot had hit, to Ascot's hand. He was prepared to drag the guy to Silverbrook himself if he had to.
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