VecI'll place my interest here but since I will be running my own HGW im not sure ill be able to post super regularly.
That's cool, dude, good luck with your fate/stay night RP!
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That's cool, dude, good luck with your fate/stay night RP!
@poog the pig I may be down for the FSN RP and I like when Servant and Master are different players. Trust between the two is one of the key features of the War and has shaped the stories of both FSN and FZ, and a single player controlling both characters simply can't pull that off.
However, how much of the Nasuverse knowledge do you expect from players? I know basics the Holy Grail War, but I don't want to have to re-write my fireball spell dozen times because it didn't obey every footnote law of the Nasuverse (I have really bad experiences with overzealous fans).
If you are going to use magic, I would expect you to know how magical circuits work in Fate (it's really simple!), but if you are new to the series I'll gladly explain things to you as we go.
I'm interested in a F/SN RP, yes. But I can't say of I would play on this one yet without knowing some extra info, specially if the master /servant pair will be created and controlled by a single PC, because I hate that general conception of disjoining the pair that so many people do, 'cause if one of the pays quit the game than the other can't continue, as well as I hate having a servant randomly assigned to me 'cause that's not how the trial works even Arthuria and EMYIA were summoners using the normal process, despite their masters not knowing of it.
If this really is such a terrible concern, I guess I'll allow people to control their own Servant/Master relationship if they so choose. (And I'll let people pick and choose the Servants they want when the OOC goes up.)
WELCOME TO THE SIXTH HOLY GRAIL WAR
I was thinking about starting a fate/stay RP where both the Masters and the Servants are played as PCs, but I'm curious if I would have enough people to pull off something so large. If there is enough interest (up to eight people) I'll be down to making the OOC, and if there's up to twelve people I'll get to work immediately. I have nothing definitive right now, but I would like to know if there is any interest before I invest myself in building the world this holy grail war would take place in.
I don't know where everyone went, which is unfortunate. I've mostly been waiting for others to post as well.
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Looking at a few of our players' profiles, I think the lack of actual happening in the RP is thanks to Kafka and Nthitho being offline, I'll drop them a PM for when they get back.
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Looking at a few of our players' profiles, I think the lack of actual happening in the RP is thanks to Kafka and Nthitho being offline, I'll drop them a PM for when they get back.
W-where are all the lines?
"Well." Ash starts, already back pedaling down the stairs "I have an idea, remember that hole in the train yard fence we would always climb through when we were younger, Gale? We could sneak into the caboose through there." Ash explains. She motions down the street with faux casualty, which has now devolved from a neatly brick layed street, into a winding gravel road inhabited by dying tufts of grass. The path is flanked on both sides by skyward facing sheets of rusted scrap metal lined with lead pipes, the neatly lined rows routinely gushing some kind of liquid at their hastily bolted seams. The right most wall of the gravel trail actually sits embedded in the bottom of a steep incline that leads up to a chain link fence; which glistens in the distant sun. Fourty-five meters down the trail, a gaping hole is visible in a section of fence that appears much more rustic than its newly replaced companions down the line. "That, or we could try and ferry downstream, but I'm not a big fan of riding boats." Ash adds as her final suggestion. "What do you guys think?"
Within the confines of the train station, the Egret Officer from earlier stands on a cement platform which extends eight cars down the already long line of navy blue train cars. Under the shade of an impromptu tent that sits on the fringe of the train platform the Egret lights another cigarette, carrying a rifle in one hand "I want at least one soldier in every civilian car, and three on my tanks. I don't expect us to come home empty handed." he says lowly, holding an ornate radio receiver to his mouth.
Within the confines of the train station, the Egret Officer from earlier stands on a cement platform which extends eight cars down the already long line of navy blue train cars. Under the shade of an impromptu tent that sits on the fringe of the train platform the Egret lights another cigarette, carrying a rifle in one hand "I want at least one soldier in every civilian car, and three on my tanks. I don't expect us to come home empty handed." he says lowly, holding an ornate radio receiver to his mouth.
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"Alright, we're heading out!"
Ash walks forward, step by long step she navigates the twists and turns of Little Innsmouth, passing by sunken boulevards and overly complex compounds of shacks stacked in uneven piles amongst one another. Ferals and Dagonians pass in droves, making the trip a lengthly venture to the train station to Meridian. On the way Ash has to stop several times, so that she can spot a gap in the crowd to set her foot, or for the crowd to just part to make a path for her. "Is Brandy okay there?" Ash asks Gale as they approach the train station "You guys sound like you're having an argument" Ash adds with a worried smile.
Once the small group is there, it's just a matter of waiting in the deeply congested line to the one ticket booth, surrounded by impatient citizens of Little Innsmouth. "Please be patient." the lone Dagonian pleads, handing out tickets as soon as he's handed loose coins, or change, but the people receiving them are blocked by a pair of large men donning all too familiar gas masks. What would be causing such a horrid back up?
Elsewhere
On the fifth train car (out of twenty) sits a tank, two to be exact, both of which are tied down to their respective car, the pair of armored behemoths appear to be factory new, with barely a thin coat of olive paint to cover the red steel underneath. On top of the car in front of the vehicular dreadnoughts sits a lone, bored Egret smoking a cigarette, letting his gray helmet rest beside him. "By the goddess, where are our Parasitic scum?" he asks himself impatiently, putting out the cigarette on his armored thigh. "Captain, we're holding up service here..." one of his eight guards say nervously, watching the pair of soldiers the Honorable Captain had dispatched at the entrance to the station not ten minutes ago struggle against the mounting crowd. The Captain shrugs, his vaguely blue eyes scanning the crowd outside "Let them in, I think there will be at least one rat for us in there. Hopefully that anonymous tip holds true."
Ash walks forward, step by long step she navigates the twists and turns of Little Innsmouth, passing by sunken boulevards and overly complex compounds of shacks stacked in uneven piles amongst one another. Ferals and Dagonians pass in droves, making the trip a lengthly venture to the train station to Meridian. On the way Ash has to stop several times, so that she can spot a gap in the crowd to set her foot, or for the crowd to just part to make a path for her. "Is Brandy okay there?" Ash asks Gale as they approach the train station "You guys sound like you're having an argument" Ash adds with a worried smile.
Once the small group is there, it's just a matter of waiting in the deeply congested line to the one ticket booth, surrounded by impatient citizens of Little Innsmouth. "Please be patient." the lone Dagonian pleads, handing out tickets as soon as he's handed loose coins, or change, but the people receiving them are blocked by a pair of large men donning all too familiar gas masks. What would be causing such a horrid back up?
Elsewhere
On the fifth train car (out of twenty) sits a tank, two to be exact, both of which are tied down to their respective car, the pair of armored behemoths appear to be factory new, with barely a thin coat of olive paint to cover the red steel underneath. On top of the car in front of the vehicular dreadnoughts sits a lone, bored Egret smoking a cigarette, letting his gray helmet rest beside him. "By the goddess, where are our Parasitic scum?" he asks himself impatiently, putting out the cigarette on his armored thigh. "Captain, we're holding up service here..." one of his eight guards say nervously, watching the pair of soldiers the Honorable Captain had dispatched at the entrance to the station not ten minutes ago struggle against the mounting crowd. The Captain shrugs, his vaguely blue eyes scanning the crowd outside "Let them in, I think there will be at least one rat for us in there. Hopefully that anonymous tip holds true."
Canopy, I believe. I had no say whatsoever in a bomb going off on my character's head. It wasn't as egregious as with Guess Who, though. His character was floored before he could even do much of anything, and he's been unable to even post in this RP for more than a week because he's waiting for Canopy to allow his character to wake up.
Canopy and I know Guess Who, and regularly talk to him about the RP, we had discussed the battle with him before hand, and he was well aware of what would happen to his character. Thanks for pointing out autohitting though, that should be included in the rules.
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