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Current 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!
2 mos ago
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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2 mos ago
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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3 mos ago
On 4/14/2026 (on my end), my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is now three years and ten months old, and the current thread is one year and four months.
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Feel free to post as usual, but I will be taking a one-week break from my own posting to focus on my other RPs.
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Note that I can use a second Co-GM!
Mount Etna, Ongoing World War II

"They might try to follow us if we don't maul them first," Tocsax said as False Hakim walked closer, one hand clutching his head, still clearly hurt by Astus' psychic attack. "Confession to make: I don't actually like using the Light, but I can still do so when needed - Holy!"

A bright column of Light engulfed Tocsax and Astus without harming them, before splitting up into six smaller pillars that formed an expanding circle of brightness that did destroy Heartless and burn human enemies - though their power armor saved them from death - while causing False Hakim to scream in combined fury and agony as he was hit by the attack, his body literally shedding wisps of darkness as he staggered back.

"You will realize the power of Darkness, Little Tocsax!" False Hakim said, but Tocsax had regained some of his spirit.

"Astus," the Nobody said, "Please assault False Hakim's mind once more. Then..." He waved his hand, finding he can create a Corridor of Darkness again, "We go."

London, England, Ongoing World War II

Judah's only response was, "Things have been this dire for an entire decade. Also, Cone of Silence."

A small whirlwind of air then covered the tables and chairs, silencing all sound coming out. At the same time, Lucy went inside the room and into the cone, saying, "Casting that spell again, Judah? You do realize that casting it wrongly might disturb the food?"

The Jewish male smiled, "Which is why I didn't cast it wrongly. Anyway, this person," he gestured to Agni, "Is someone who can tell you what exactly a Princess of Heart is and what their relevance is to this entire war - As I said to him, things have been this dire or more for an entire decade."

Berlin, Germany, Ongoing World War II

N/A, waiting for the others.

@Double@Gentlemanvaultboy@Ryteb Pymeroce@ShadowVentus@Nerevarine@Shoddy McCoy@MagusDream
Flame Brooks

"What am I?! Chopped Liver?!" Flame made his presence known as he stood beside Chieko, turning to her. "It seems negotiations have failed."

Then to Fritzi, "I have had enough of your warmongering nonsense! We get it, you're victims. And we get it as well, sometimes brute force is needed to achieve noble ends. But this is not one of those times, you fucking hypocrite! Sowing terror, massacring people who aren't just fat aristocrats, and setting fire to large portions of the city, this stops being the way after a while!"

Flame cupped his right palm, before saying, "Goa." A fireball appeared, ready to throw at Fritzi unless Chieko wanted the fox-woman's head herself.

Ashton Andrews

"On it, Jiwald!" Ashton said as he focused his magic on his paring knife, holding it forth, running at the nova of fire, hoping against hope that Odessa fulfilled her promise - Believing in her. Should Odessa make an opening, he ran straight at Sandra, stabbing at her with full force, his weapon held in both hands to drive it into her with as much strength as possible.

For Hiro. For Flame and Alistair, Chieko and Aerith, and everyone involved in this. For the people involved in the games of these Artificial Witches.

Please, Od Laguna, or God if you exist, guide my blow! Just for once, let me stab the right person!
Foes and 'Foes'







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Allies


NCQuest: A Mecha RP - The Relief of Cape Town



The Lore Thread


The year is 2577, 500 years after a Nuclear War that ended the Age of the Nation-State. Now, the world is split between Independents; settlements and towns living a hardscrabble life in the wastelands, and the Ruling Corporations, eight large organizations that have seized large portions of the planet and its people for themselves. The majority of the Ruling Corporations' personnel are tyrannical and arbitrary, twisted by long isolation from the masses whose work supports their way of life. The average person in Corporate territory lives in fear, bowed down by heavy burdens in a soulless environment, before dying quickly and painfully.

Complicating the picture are the Neural Combatants (NCs), giant humanoid machines left behind by the nations of the world before everything burned in nuclear fire. Using technology that binds together brain and machine, all NCs have Cores that cannot yet be duplicated by even the most advanced Corporation; these Cores, when attached to a body, allow the pilot to conduct feats of strength and speed that borders on the supernatural. In essence, Neural Combatants use technology that makes Mecha work; the impractical made practical. The more NC Cores a Corporation has, the better they are in the constant warfare that covers the planet today.

But now, that balance is changing. With the help of stolen research from the other Ruling Corporations, Tshwane Mining Inc., the rulers of Sub-Saharan Africa, have done the impossible: Rediscover how to create new NC Cores. This gives them the potential to manufacture legions of new Mechs, and thus disturb the finely held balance between the Ruling Corps.

Now, Cape Town in South Africa, where the initial research was done, is being besieged by the Denver-Vegas, Fairbanks, and Paragon Corporations; all three have invested in a gigantic army to conduct said siege, while Volkov, the very strongest Ruling Corp has pressured Tshwane's ally, Al-Amir Group of Companies, to stay in the Middle East lest it face total destruction from the north.

So Tshwane's CEO, Katlego Kgosi, has resorted to desperate measures: He has called upon Haven, the collection of Independents that still rule Australia, to provide the help other Corporations would not provide; Haven, despite concluding a recent war against Red-Star, still has forces to spare for a relief expedition - particularly as Katlego has offered a tantalizing prize; a copy of the research on creating new NC Cores!

Consult the Lore Thread linked above if you want more info.

Rules

1.) No godmoding, metagaming, or mary sues.
2.) Be civil.
3.) Do not be an asshole.
4.) Post length is five sentences minimum, but longer posts are encouraged, of course. GMs are also bound by this rule.
5.) Antagonists (Paragon, Denver-Vegas, and Fairbanks) need special GM Permission to be allowed.
6.) Consult the Lore Thread (linked under the picture) if you want to know more about how NCs, Independents, and Corporations work.

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And yes, Inkarnate permitted this.

Here are the rules on characters and NC's: (last rules, I swear.)

You can have more than one character, with the limit being as many as you can take without stressing yourself out.

Character Sheet Template

[b]Pilot Character Sheet[/b]

[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Appearance:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b]

[b]Personality:[/b]

[b]Backstory:[/b]

[b]Tactical Preferences and Skills:[/b]

[b]Notes:[/b]


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[b]NC Character Sheet[/b]

[b]Code-name:[/b]

[b]Appearance:[/b]

[b]Body Type: (Bipedal, Hover, Tank-Tread, .etc)[/b]

[b]Type of NC: (General-Purpose, Interception, Assault, .etc)[/b]

[b]Equipment & Armaments:[/b]


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Character Types needed (Note that these are not set in stone; as long as all roles are filled, I am happy):

Field-Captain (Jack of all Trades - 1 Slot):

Long-ranged Specialist (Sniper/Light Artillery - 2 Slots):

Utility (Field Repair/Hacker/Medical and Scout Drones - 1 Slots):

Support (Anti-Aircraft/Machine Guns/Attack Drones 2 Slots):

Assault (Melee/Assault Rifles/Flamethrowers/Shotguns 2 Slots):

Heavy (Heavy Artillery/Heavy Melee and Armor 1 Slot):
Mikhail Chekhov

"Out of my way!" Mikhail said to a couple of other students as he fast-walked to his designated classroom, passing by a weirdo in a fedora in the corridors. Giving a small 'hmph' at said weirdo, he went to his Chemistry class, noticing that he was seated near a tall blonde Finnish girl, probably eighteen years of age. Said Finnish girl looked weak and naive, but dedicated - Mikhail can use that in his quest for revenge. All he had to do was approach her after class and say his genuinely tragic sob-story and he'd get her help in deciphering the secrets of the poison that killed his father - Oh, and lie about wanting to prevent more people from dying from it.

For now, however, Mikhail studiously took notes and did quizzes and answered questions - As his rude behavior had made him enemies among the student body, it was more important that he had to get on his teachers' good sides in order to keep away from being harassed.

Looking over the current lesson, Mikhail was disappointed that it covered stuff his private studies had taken up already. No indications of poisons and how to counteract them, none of the lessons he was actually interested in learning. Nevertheless, he memorized what he could because it was needed to achieve the high academic rank he knew was going to be useful.

Once it was time for Phys Ed, Mikhail was a bundle of manic energy. Tennis, Dodgeball, whatever sport and exercise was on offer, Mikhail aced it all despite his small and frail-seeming build. Of course, he had competition, as the 'Fedora Weirdo' and 'Mr. Peppy Ponytail (Joey)' were apparently in this class as well. After noticing this, Mikhail focused himself in trying to match or defeat whatever they achieved - He was so exhausted afterwards that he didn't know if he had truly succeeded.

And now, Biology. Apparently, 'Peppy Ponytail' was there as well, along with 'Alexander the Snob' and the 'Finn Girl'. Mikhail knew that Alexander the Snob was loaded plus had a fashion deisgner for a father, meaning that he'd probably try and be the 'social lion' of the class. Well, time to establish himself as the true alpha kid on the block, as well as intimidate Ponytail and give Finn Girl his sob story. But which should take priority among those three activities? He decided to give Finn Girl his sob story first - Part of him softly thought it was because he didn't want to pick a fight just yet,but he suppressed those thoughts.

Once the school day had ended, he'd sit down beside wherever the Finn Girl was, and ask, almost courteously, "Hey, mind if the two of us have a chat?"

If allowed to sit beside her, which he was sure he would be as Merja had no reason for suspicion, Mikhail would brood quietly for a while and then ask, "Hey, what's your name, Finn Girl - I mean, Miss? My name is Mikhail Chekhov, yes, the Mikhail Chekhov. My father's death by poison caused an international incident between my birth country and my true one - This one. But that's not what I wanted to talk about."

He slid into the relevant subject. "Rather, I want to ask, how good are you at chemistry and biology? And also if you are willing to serve as my assistant - I plan on discovering exactly what poison killed my father. And once I've discovered that I plan to create an antidote so no one will ever have to suffer through what he did ever again."

The young man leaned closer to her and showed her the newspaper clippings about his father's poisoning, complete with a younger version of himself at the funeral. "Proof just in case you think I'm full of horse pucky."

@Typical @FalloutJack
((Allowed by @FalloutJack)



City Event - Mostly for the Main Party

Rote, Jehenne, Tamlorn and Noel

"We plan to kill Katherine, yes," Inquisitor Malamocco said. "And as for why we rescued you, it's because you and Rote are important to the enemy's plans." He looked at Jehenne, then Rote, "Rote's father made a bargain with Growthseed, the 'Goddess' - And by Goddess, a Mortal who drank from the Golden Ghral to gain power - of fertility and growth to make himself fertile enough to sire Rote. This made him a pawn of the Cult in the futture, as Rote himself knows."

He then looked at Jehenne once more, then continued, "You, on the other hand, were born under a celestial alignment, a celestial alignment in the heavens that marks you as suitable to be impregnated by the essence of Mansbane, the God of Desolation, the one killed by the First Xul. The Cult of the Keeper's plan is to possess you and Rote, with the latter having his mind obliterated so that he can serve as a vessel for Growthseed - Who can change genders as necessary - While you are to give birth to Mansbane reborn, dying from the pregnancy."

Inquisitor Malamocco paused to let the horror of his words sink in. "This, by the way, means that you two have to be kept safe - Although I will be candid, many among my order argue for killing the two of you now rather than risk the destruction of all that is dear to civilized society."

Rote then put in, "But you are not one of those people. Rather, you want us to fight alongside you. More to the point, we can be used to bait the Cult of the Keeper into revealing themselves." A pause of his own. "Well, I definitely don't want to have my mind obliterated, and no one deserves to be impregnated with a 'God' of Slaugther and Desolation. And I know what I witnessed before the Rebellion as well as my father's last words - I believe you." Then he looked at the Inquisitor, "But aren't there weapons that can kill Gods around? The Axes of the First Xul?"

Inqusitor Malamocco nodded, "Quite scholarly, I see. And that is our first job, to secure one of those Axes for our own, hopefully with the Xul's consent."

Then back to Liberio and Noel's antics as the Inquisitor said, "I would like to remind you that while the Church of Existence has few to no laws on sexual matters, such things are still not... Seemly to discuss. Either way, Liberio, I will respect your wishes, but Katherine Sophia Gotha still needs to be brought down. We'll just have to find some other way. Now, back to allying with the Xul - It has to be an alliance, as the Xul are some of the best fighters and druids I know plus the most zealous against the Old Gods' followers."

Back to Tamlorn as the latter asked for evidence. Frowning, Inquisitor Malamocco extended his hand, opening a small Timespace portal to his private study. He then took out, from said portal, several letters and documents, a few in the handwriting of Rote's father, Braun Kaufmann, while others were written on stationary exclusive only to the Imperial Palace.

The Inquisitor would also include a small booklet containing a key to deciphering secret codes as he handed the letters and documents to Tamlorn.

"Here," he said gruffly, "This is enough evidence to discredit Katherine Sophia Gotha, but not enough to ensure her death."

Louise

N/A for now, waiting for Smike.

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