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STATUS: 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... 7 days ago
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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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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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Accursed Tropes: The Last Airbender (Isekai; Fanfic Cliches infiltrating Canon, Lewascan gave me Permission)
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1 yr ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Siku - Response
"I thought as much," General Iroh said. "Our world... Something changed, didn't it? It's more than the balance that is broken; the laws governing what should be... They've been bent."
Unalaq/Fake Aang laughed and said, "What should be?! A world where the Spirits don't get their due and are cut off from our material world? A world of loneliness and alienation hard to salve with wealth and power? We have different ideas of what should be."
The metaphorical mask had fallen off, and now, a fight was about to brew. But what about the village? Would it not be wrecked by a fight between Avatars, a Firebending Master, and a Firebender?
It also did not help that Unalaq/Fake Aang had decided that, "Very well, if Litle Siku won't join me, nor would Sokka, Katara, and anyone worth my time, then it's best to bury this place, then start anew!"
And the earth and water rose up, crushing half the village as the ground turned into a round wave of sludge and hurled itself at Siku and General Iroh; it was by some miracle that Gran Gran and the other villagers were not on that half of the village.
@Crimson Flame
"I thought as much," General Iroh said. "Our world... Something changed, didn't it? It's more than the balance that is broken; the laws governing what should be... They've been bent."
Unalaq/Fake Aang laughed and said, "What should be?! A world where the Spirits don't get their due and are cut off from our material world? A world of loneliness and alienation hard to salve with wealth and power? We have different ideas of what should be."
The metaphorical mask had fallen off, and now, a fight was about to brew. But what about the village? Would it not be wrecked by a fight between Avatars, a Firebending Master, and a Firebender?
It also did not help that Unalaq/Fake Aang had decided that, "Very well, if Litle Siku won't join me, nor would Sokka, Katara, and anyone worth my time, then it's best to bury this place, then start anew!"
And the earth and water rose up, crushing half the village as the ground turned into a round wave of sludge and hurled itself at Siku and General Iroh; it was by some miracle that Gran Gran and the other villagers were not on that half of the village.
@Crimson Flame
Announcement:
I will be making my GM Posts every Saturday, Philippine Time (Friday in America), regardless of whether everyone has posted for the Main Group or not; this is to prevent the RP from being a waiting game where people keep waiting for responses from someone who may be busy or otherwise occupied, thus drying up enthusiasm. If a specific character is needed to post ICly, but their player cannot do so, we, the GM Team, will try and discuss things with them to make a placeholder for what that character is doing.
This deadline is not as strict as it sounds; allowances can be made if a player requests it and gives a reason for doing so (an IRL job is a good reason).
Also, just to clarify, multiple posts by one player per round are permitted when it makes sense (in conversations and slice of life). Be careful when doing so in a combat situation, though, as the GMs control the enemy.
I will be making my GM Posts every Saturday, Philippine Time (Friday in America), regardless of whether everyone has posted for the Main Group or not; this is to prevent the RP from being a waiting game where people keep waiting for responses from someone who may be busy or otherwise occupied, thus drying up enthusiasm. If a specific character is needed to post ICly, but their player cannot do so, we, the GM Team, will try and discuss things with them to make a placeholder for what that character is doing.
This deadline is not as strict as it sounds; allowances can be made if a player requests it and gives a reason for doing so (an IRL job is a good reason).
Also, just to clarify, multiple posts by one player per round are permitted when it makes sense (in conversations and slice of life). Be careful when doing so in a combat situation, though, as the GMs control the enemy.
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1 yr ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Axordark, you can post this on the Characters Tab now, but please ask the others for help in fixing your sheet's BBCode?
Hale Koa Hotel, Hawaii
A storm was coming over the horizon, but that did not stop the airport taxis from depositing their load of tourists in front of the hotel’s open-air lobby. It was shielded from the weather by a roof but otherwise lacked walls on the front end facing the hotel’s roundabout and connected streets, as well as the back end, where a stone staircase leads down to a small plaza surrounding a tall banyan tree. Further down from the plaza was a path towards the beach, but the weather made it a poor time to go swimming.
Wooden benches, decorative plants, and tasteful floral print chairs that are shockingly comfortable were scattered about the lobby, with the front desk at the far right end from the street, while a set of elevators leading up to the hotel rooms are nestled within the far left end of the area. Enough tourists and airport taxis are coming and going that you can’t really tell who else received a copy of the still unexplained invitation letter, though when you check in at the front desk and make your way up to your room, to drop off your luggage if nothing else, you find a strange note left on your bed:
One Andrew Starling would find that weird, stalker-y even. He'd ask the staff where the ballroom was and was told it can be found down a hallway to the left of the front desk. He arrived to find the standard tables, chairs, and a bar one might expect of a modern party venue that offered catering, which had a buffet but no servers, with everything labeled 'Free'. That buffet had just about everything: pork, beef, lamb, fish, vegetables, fruits, ice cream that somehow melted slowly, and little cakes with small swirls of icing and a dot of cherry sauce on top.
Otherwise, there wasn’t much of note within the room save for the other invitees and a few random objects left behind on some of the tables. Every table had a white tablecloth, but only a few tables at the far end of the room had something other than an invitee’s food on them; a fire extinguisher, an empty clipboard, and an old computer.
The redheaded boy walked in wearing a chic hoodie with a black torso, white slightly puffy sleeves, a white hood, and a bowtie made of red leather that looked both cute and edgy (cuz leather). This was complemented by black jogging pants with two white vertical stripes and red and white sneakers with grey and black soles, but Andrew was ignoring the sheer wealth he wore right now as he glanced around at the ballroom and the random objects. "Maybe it's some surprise event?" He thought it a bit weird that the hotel staff would leave such things behind so carelessly, but then, none were around, so maybe the host told them to leave the ballroom preparations to them, and they forgot about it?
In any case, he was hungry, and it’s not like he could go down to the beach without getting rained on, so he went to get some food. As he did so, some retro chic digital music began playing from the walls; hidden speakers? Either way, time to socialize and pick up some girls or boys!
Walking over to a bashful-looking redhead who didn’t look much older than him (Joel), Andrew flashed him a smile with pristine clean teeth and said as awkwardly cool as a rich sixteen-year-old pop star can make it look, "Hey, you look glum, even if you're really not. Want me to show you how to enjoy Hawaii? I've been here before once or twice. By the way, you have no problem with boys, right? Or girls? Or boys who don't like girls?"
Blunt as a hammer, but Andrew had the money, and this guy didn't look like some nut who'd call him a 'Spawn of Satan'.
So he stepped back to give Joel some space...
@Ryik@Spydorking@Mike Dracopyra@Aku the Samurai@TopGrail@Rune_Alchemist@Letter Bee@Duthguy@Crimson Flame@The Jest@TheRealGhost
A storm was coming over the horizon, but that did not stop the airport taxis from depositing their load of tourists in front of the hotel’s open-air lobby. It was shielded from the weather by a roof but otherwise lacked walls on the front end facing the hotel’s roundabout and connected streets, as well as the back end, where a stone staircase leads down to a small plaza surrounding a tall banyan tree. Further down from the plaza was a path towards the beach, but the weather made it a poor time to go swimming.
Wooden benches, decorative plants, and tasteful floral print chairs that are shockingly comfortable were scattered about the lobby, with the front desk at the far right end from the street, while a set of elevators leading up to the hotel rooms are nestled within the far left end of the area. Enough tourists and airport taxis are coming and going that you can’t really tell who else received a copy of the still unexplained invitation letter, though when you check in at the front desk and make your way up to your room, to drop off your luggage if nothing else, you find a strange note left on your bed:
GO TO THE BALLROOM
One Andrew Starling would find that weird, stalker-y even. He'd ask the staff where the ballroom was and was told it can be found down a hallway to the left of the front desk. He arrived to find the standard tables, chairs, and a bar one might expect of a modern party venue that offered catering, which had a buffet but no servers, with everything labeled 'Free'. That buffet had just about everything: pork, beef, lamb, fish, vegetables, fruits, ice cream that somehow melted slowly, and little cakes with small swirls of icing and a dot of cherry sauce on top.
Otherwise, there wasn’t much of note within the room save for the other invitees and a few random objects left behind on some of the tables. Every table had a white tablecloth, but only a few tables at the far end of the room had something other than an invitee’s food on them; a fire extinguisher, an empty clipboard, and an old computer.
The redheaded boy walked in wearing a chic hoodie with a black torso, white slightly puffy sleeves, a white hood, and a bowtie made of red leather that looked both cute and edgy (cuz leather). This was complemented by black jogging pants with two white vertical stripes and red and white sneakers with grey and black soles, but Andrew was ignoring the sheer wealth he wore right now as he glanced around at the ballroom and the random objects. "Maybe it's some surprise event?" He thought it a bit weird that the hotel staff would leave such things behind so carelessly, but then, none were around, so maybe the host told them to leave the ballroom preparations to them, and they forgot about it?
In any case, he was hungry, and it’s not like he could go down to the beach without getting rained on, so he went to get some food. As he did so, some retro chic digital music began playing from the walls; hidden speakers? Either way, time to socialize and pick up some girls or boys!
Walking over to a bashful-looking redhead who didn’t look much older than him (Joel), Andrew flashed him a smile with pristine clean teeth and said as awkwardly cool as a rich sixteen-year-old pop star can make it look, "Hey, you look glum, even if you're really not. Want me to show you how to enjoy Hawaii? I've been here before once or twice. By the way, you have no problem with boys, right? Or girls? Or boys who don't like girls?"
Blunt as a hammer, but Andrew had the money, and this guy didn't look like some nut who'd call him a 'Spawn of Satan'.
So he stepped back to give Joel some space...
@Ryik@Spydorking@Mike Dracopyra@Aku the Samurai@TopGrail@Rune_Alchemist@Letter Bee@Duthguy@Crimson Flame@The Jest@TheRealGhost
Alfonso X 'The Wise'
Modern English was such an unwieldly language, playing by its own rules. Alfonso X was capable of absorbing the wisdom and knowledge it had to offer, but Dios Mio, the language itself was such an unwieldly abomination of exceptions and borrowings and inconsistent rules. Esperanto, which was based on the Iberian Languages, was a nobler tounge. But alas, needs must be met, and Caster was not willing to admit that restoring Spanish into the primary language of the world was a selfish goal unworthy of a great king - Yet.
He would, however, admit that it was too small. Where was he now, though? Well, by the grace of his Master, he had been summoned into an old military bunker that was easily repurposed into his territory, a Workshop for Golemancy and the translation of Magical Texts, as well as windows that opened to the night sky for Astromancy. This was not impenetrable, especially against a dedciated Servant of the 'Knight Classes' or a Berserker, and he worried enough about his Master not to leave him alone and defenseless.
So he decided to spend the hours after his summoning reshaping the bunker into something more fitting of Scholars like his Master and him; was he, who was old inside, fussing over someone else? Of course he was; he had nothing better to do.
And so Caster began turning the old bunker into a proper military base in miniature form, using territory creation to reshape concrete into marble, loam into the finest clay, ordinary rock into marble, and shrubs and grasses into fine furniture of silk and velvet for his Master's aging body. He did this with inhuman speed, as the environment responded to his 'Territory Creation' Skill.
But his masterworks, the 'Mechs'? He would work on those by hand, starting with the 'Stealth Model', a black flying humanoid machine that was 4.51 meters tall and equipped with an Optical Stealth Field that bent light so that Nonmagi won't see it, a Railgun that fired slugs of explosive clay that was so hot it can be compared to lava, and a monomolecular sword, plus light machine guns, albeit ones that fired magical clay bullets. After that were three more models, one for his Master to use and two more for situations that needed less finesse and more brute force.
The model for his Master, he named El Rey, and it was a model that specialized in energy barriers; forcefields that negated physical force and magical attacks. It can also, by sacrificing those defenses, fire an energy beam against an attacking foe, although that was not recommended.
Either way, he'd ask his Master, one Tomás, if he wanted to pilot one of his creations this night; if not, well, he'd take the Stealth Model out on a sky-ride -
Actually, no, best to control it remotely from the safety of his Workshop...
@ManyThings
Modern English was such an unwieldly language, playing by its own rules. Alfonso X was capable of absorbing the wisdom and knowledge it had to offer, but Dios Mio, the language itself was such an unwieldly abomination of exceptions and borrowings and inconsistent rules. Esperanto, which was based on the Iberian Languages, was a nobler tounge. But alas, needs must be met, and Caster was not willing to admit that restoring Spanish into the primary language of the world was a selfish goal unworthy of a great king - Yet.
He would, however, admit that it was too small. Where was he now, though? Well, by the grace of his Master, he had been summoned into an old military bunker that was easily repurposed into his territory, a Workshop for Golemancy and the translation of Magical Texts, as well as windows that opened to the night sky for Astromancy. This was not impenetrable, especially against a dedciated Servant of the 'Knight Classes' or a Berserker, and he worried enough about his Master not to leave him alone and defenseless.
So he decided to spend the hours after his summoning reshaping the bunker into something more fitting of Scholars like his Master and him; was he, who was old inside, fussing over someone else? Of course he was; he had nothing better to do.
And so Caster began turning the old bunker into a proper military base in miniature form, using territory creation to reshape concrete into marble, loam into the finest clay, ordinary rock into marble, and shrubs and grasses into fine furniture of silk and velvet for his Master's aging body. He did this with inhuman speed, as the environment responded to his 'Territory Creation' Skill.
But his masterworks, the 'Mechs'? He would work on those by hand, starting with the 'Stealth Model', a black flying humanoid machine that was 4.51 meters tall and equipped with an Optical Stealth Field that bent light so that Nonmagi won't see it, a Railgun that fired slugs of explosive clay that was so hot it can be compared to lava, and a monomolecular sword, plus light machine guns, albeit ones that fired magical clay bullets. After that were three more models, one for his Master to use and two more for situations that needed less finesse and more brute force.
The model for his Master, he named El Rey, and it was a model that specialized in energy barriers; forcefields that negated physical force and magical attacks. It can also, by sacrificing those defenses, fire an energy beam against an attacking foe, although that was not recommended.
Either way, he'd ask his Master, one Tomás, if he wanted to pilot one of his creations this night; if not, well, he'd take the Stealth Model out on a sky-ride -
Actually, no, best to control it remotely from the safety of his Workshop...
@ManyThings
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