So there was a bit of ruling on the classes, I understand that Lords are banned. Does that apply to the Tactician/Grandmaster as well? And what of creating our own classes?
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That one worked. Thanks! I'll make a CS tomorrow since it's 2:32am here.
I'm interested but the linked thread http://prod-guild.herokuapp.com/topics/90368-fire-emblem-a-tale-of-two-swords/ooc doesn't allow posting. Is this dead/locked?
Interested.
Play by post for the most part. The character sheet template I will provide does have a stat section with a set number of stat points to assign to be able to gauge characters by. Boss fights will run via chat flip coin system I worked up some months ago. It will be adventure driven with multiple out comes for each scenario.
This rp will run mostly like other casual/advanced where I will leave damage given and taken to the rpers themselves. But as I said with boss fights it will go a little more technical, I'll break it all down in full detail in ooc when the fights arise to keep it stream lined and easy to follow.
Sounds good. I've plenty experience playing and GM'ing D&D/Pathfinder games, so if you need some help, I can do stuff.
Interested, will this be play-by-post or skype-and-roll20?
Well when you're his brother, you get to see him every day and remind him to post. And you get to hear him say "ok," and then watch him not do it.
I will try again tonight.
I will try again tonight.
WELL this died quickly.
"Yes, of course." He matched the guard's formal tone in his response, already knowing of the quest to come. He looked over his shoulder at the servants that scrambled with haste to assemble several cases and bags of gear and clothing from his chambers. A soft sigh announced his liberosis, and he rose about an inch off of the ground. His legs swayed back slightly in a simple levitation as he followed the guard down the ornate corridors of the grand palace.
Similarly to his robes, the carpet that stretched down the hallway was dominated by a vibrant royal sapphire with accents of white. The Caen Limestone walls held many decorations of regal status, such as paintings, tapestry, and fancy mounts for torches during the nights. Above him and the guard hung several chandeliers, spaced about twenty to thirty feet apart. Some hung gems of different sizes and shapes while others had mounts for candles. And every so often, a beam of decaying sunlight would make a weak reflection on the guard's armor, then wipe across the young man's face as they passed a window.
After several minutes of twists, turns and stretches, the Oracle and the guard finally reached the throne room. Lower ranking soldiers stood at either side of the massive hall, and servants bustled back and forth to attend to the noblemen that had gathered. Pillars lined with torches breathed light into the middle of the room, where the morning had failed to caress with its dull daylight. At the edge opposite the massive doors, a silver throne rested on a half-circle rose up by two steps of stairs above the rest of the floor. Large tapestries stretched all they way up to the ceiling, depicting the history of Alexandria.
The Oracle made his way across the room, drawing the attention of the guests, servants and guards alike as he positioned himself before the man on the throne. He lowered to the floor and bent into a well-rehearsed bow before saying "Your Majesty."
Similarly to his robes, the carpet that stretched down the hallway was dominated by a vibrant royal sapphire with accents of white. The Caen Limestone walls held many decorations of regal status, such as paintings, tapestry, and fancy mounts for torches during the nights. Above him and the guard hung several chandeliers, spaced about twenty to thirty feet apart. Some hung gems of different sizes and shapes while others had mounts for candles. And every so often, a beam of decaying sunlight would make a weak reflection on the guard's armor, then wipe across the young man's face as they passed a window.
After several minutes of twists, turns and stretches, the Oracle and the guard finally reached the throne room. Lower ranking soldiers stood at either side of the massive hall, and servants bustled back and forth to attend to the noblemen that had gathered. Pillars lined with torches breathed light into the middle of the room, where the morning had failed to caress with its dull daylight. At the edge opposite the massive doors, a silver throne rested on a half-circle rose up by two steps of stairs above the rest of the floor. Large tapestries stretched all they way up to the ceiling, depicting the history of Alexandria.
The Oracle made his way across the room, drawing the attention of the guests, servants and guards alike as he positioned himself before the man on the throne. He lowered to the floor and bent into a well-rehearsed bow before saying "Your Majesty."
Oracle is completed.
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