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Current Two days ago, Noble Arms is indisputably four years old, spread out across three threads, and the third thread is still ongoing and about to reach the endgame...
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19 days ago
Can't believe that I actually got an RP close to its endgame, btw...
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1 mo ago
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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2 mos ago
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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Raven Rivers

Raven took the shot Ziska had made so much easier for him, and his five LRMs streaked through the air, each one striking the enemy Firestarter and causing explosions that bloomed across the area, cracking the armor of the enemy's right torso. Then he hailed the Crimson Fists over open comms, his voice firmer, calmer, and yet somehow more fiery than when he had lost his cool during their first fight.

"Ha! For all your bluster and shit-talking, you are no match for the originals, the one and only Green Knights! You spoke with my voice yet you know nothing of what true grief, true despair was! Now face judgment; for today is the day you will know what it is like to lose hope, to have what you love be taken away from you!"

For Katrina, for Andrew, for everyone in Fort Tie Shan, Raven thought to himself as he watched the Firestarter suffer under the impact of the Green Knights' blows before remarking, "But what you guys love are your lives, aren't they? That and coin? You have no families, none whom you love more than your skin and dirty money, otherwise you would not take advantage of a grieving father's words!."

The rise in pitch was strategic, both sincere yet played up to hit as hard as it could as Raven continued, "If you won't bring out the Fire Witch to be burnt at the stake, dance for me! You will all make fine entertainment for our folk trapped in Fort Tie Shan, as well as the relatives of the folk you set on fire - So dance for our amusement... One. Last. Time!"

Now despair, rage, plead... Or try and fail to get under our skins even as you perish. Hopefully, the Devil won't take care of his own... Not today.

Welcome!
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I'm not particularly skilled or experienced in group RPs, but I wouldn't mind giving it a try!


I might have a roleplay, then:

Noble Arms: The ASEAN War - Second Thread
@yupmackerel, are you okay with Group RPs?
@Deide, Approval One will be given, but there is one spelling error in your bio.

After calling the authorities and explaining the incident, Ernesto was brought to a recruiter who,after explaining what happened, asked him if he wanted to help the world against people like the Downward descend.


This one.

In New 3 yrs ago Forum: Introduce Yourself
New to RPGs and I am joining this sub forum cause I have a couple of questions and I am interested in making my own RPG😅


Understood.
The Previous Noble Arms Thread

Background Lore Document

Mission Three - Assault on Jinghong Dam

Timeskip, Mekong River, China - 10/25/2022, 6:10 UTC+8

Noel Alonso was soothed by the smooth whirring of the patrol boats' engines, a dangerous mood while wearing a stolen PLA Marine uniform that barely hid his dark skin tone and non-Chinese facial features. Between the muddy, almost black waters barely lit up by his boat's faint headlights and the high banks that blocked the scant illumination from the moonless sky, there was a lack of things to do but to wait for their group to reach their destination or be stopped midway, either briefly or permanently.

Well, there was stargazing, but he had just turned eighteen. It was the middle of a combat mission. There was no way he could just sneak a look at the starry sky -

He did so anyway for the fifth time of the journey; the North Star was barely visible through the mass of other glimmering pinpricks of light that demanded their share of attention, but it guided their path anyway - North, then West, to Jinghong City and the Jinghong Dam just beyond it.

Trying to bring his mind back onto the mission, Noel glanced at a disguised Qingshe right beside him; Myron was driving the lead boat and using night vision goggles and a gas mask to hide his pale skin and his distinctive American-Asian face. Then he dared a glance behind his boat engine's barely foamy spray to look at the group's second boat, where Henri, Nil, Marta, and Cristina were crammed worse than he was - One of them was driving the vessel and keeping up with Myron as the latter navigated the central length of the strangled Mekong River.

Two headlights; another boat was approaching, slightly more slowly - The group would have to rely on the PLA symbols that marked their boats as official Chinese property to pass beneath the notice of the opposing patrol. As the enemy craft passed them by, Noel let out a breath he did not know he had been holding back in his chest; a flashback to the old days, when squashing terrorists was the worst he could dread. Good, the worst was now over -

Oh no, Noel thought as the faint lights of the patrol boats lit up a giant chain, with floating buoys strapped to it, that was strung out across the shrunken Mekong River to block all passage upwards; each end of the chain was tied to two concrete guard towers that had gears and cranes that allowed for the chain to be raised up and down at will. This was not in the intelligence reports, but it was a tactic that made sense; to block potential infiltrators to Jinghong City, whose lights just lay beyond the guard towers and the chain between them.

Voices in Chinese could be heard through the radio, but Myron, in a fake Mandarin accent, talked fast, answering every question or order... Before handing the tower guard a small box that Myron had told him and Qingshe on the trip contained a bribe of heroin. Gross, but as the chain was lifted and the two boats were permitted to go through Jinghong City, where PLA Soldiers and Marines swarmed as ants, weapons at the ready, and drones flew overhead taking surveillance footage, Noel felt small again as Task Force Obsidian moved through the better-lit river, where tank columns could be seen patrolling the riverbanks and the occasional firebase could be glimpsed behind buildings.

Jinghong City was an armed camp; the Dam, just up ahead, was much worse.

There was another long chain, made up of heavy steel with plastic buoys attached, but this time, each end was attached to two small bunkers of reinforced concrete, whose domes were covered with mud and earth to camouflage them from aerial view. And in the bunker to their left, there was a window, and beyond the window was Huo Ren, their Task Force's greatest still-living foe...

@Lewascan2@Gerlando@Nimbus@QJT@Amidatelion@Digmata@Chiro
Hello! I thought I'd pop in here to say hi and introduce myself to you all. I'm Quirke; I'm in my late twenties, go by she/her pronouns and live in England. Fun fact – I was actually a member on here way back in the day (I think this was around 2007/2008 time, incase any of you are still here from those days and remember a Quirke hanging around, although don't quote me on that). Over the years, I've often thought back to the stories I wrote with others here and experienced plenty of nostalgia, along with an urge to re-join. As we all know, adulting sucks – big time – but now I'm finally fortunate enough to have some more free time on my hands. And so I figured why the hell not delve back in?

RP-wise, I love pretty much everything. I just love stories. Characters. Writing. As I'm sure everyone here does. I do have a real love for the fantasy and supernatural genres particularly (and a fascination with villains) but truly, I'll give most things a try.

Anyway, it's nice to meet you all and maybe we'll RP together soon!


Happy to meet an experienced RPer like ya!
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