Lord Orgasmo

Blood Money

Today was his big day. He'd finally leave this place and begin his work as an adventurer. But... where to start? He decided he'd mess around a bit, and see what the word was. He decided to head to the tavern first. Everybody knew him there, and likely knew the word around town a little better than he did.

He approached the door and took a look at the sign. "The Open Palm Inn". He always found the name a little odd. It had Inn in the name, yet it really wasn't an inn. Just a tavern. Or at least, he though. Huh. He opened the door and stepped inside. A rush of booze heavy air rushed out towards him. He swore you could get drunk off the fumes in this place. A few nameless townsfolk sat at the various tables, eating food and drinking away their sorrows. He looked to the barkeep. A rugged man stood by the counter, filling a mug. His name was Milner. He was a usually a pretty nice guy, but could get a little pissy during the busy hours. Morti pulled up a stool and waved over to Milner. After checking for anyone needing him, he walked over to Morti.

"Word on the street is your leavin' town. Care to confirm?"

That'd be correct. Need a new source of income. Gods know I sure as hell ain't gonna find it here. Gonna be one of those adventure types. Y'know, the ones you hear about from all the barkeeps, like yourself."

"Heh, well, you're already pretty infamous here, though I don't think that's worth much. Bit of a shame t' see ya go. You brought a certain... spark to the community."

"Heh, yeah, well, maybe I'll come back here one of these days. So, what's the word?"

"The word, eh? Well, apparently a pair of kids got attacked by some Gnolls. Girl got kidnapped, apparently, but the boy still lives. Should be in town. Down by the ol' fountain."

Morti gave a nod and flipped a coin towards Milner. "Guess I'll check it out. I'll miss ya man. Take care of the place while I'm gone will ya?" Milner gave a slight laugh before waving off Morti. Looks like a customer was wanting him. Morti got up and headed outside.

So, the old fountain. Guess he'd check it out now.

Some bloke was standing up on the fountain, shouting something about Gnolls before the onslaught began. Rocks were hurled, as well as whatever could be found towards the boy. Well, he was looking for adventure. Guess this'd be a good place to start. He walked out from the crowd and leaned up against a nearby post, staring intently at the boy.

@Poi @Wick

Blood Money

@Poi I'm like 99% sure that character is Robin from Fire Emblem. You sure seem to like your Fire Emblem characters.

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Morti (Blood Money)

Name: Morti

Age: I dunno

Gender: Technically genderless, but identifies as male

Race: Moon Godlike

Appearance:
Morti stands at six feet exactly, and weighs around 165 lbs. His clock hangs around him, hiding his arms and what not. It's good for concealing stuff. He's also got purple skin, if you haven't noticed. The horns on his head can glow, but only if he focuses.

Personality: A little antisocial, but tries to be nice. Not many people trust him because of how different he looks. Racist bastards.

Weapons: A pair of shortswords, and a bow.

Skills/magic:He prefers to move in the shadows, and play a part behind the scenes. Stealing, stealth, and mechanics ate his forté. As for magic, he can screw around with light. Causing them to shine brighter, dimmer, or different colors.

History: Morti doesn't remember a whole lot. Of his childhood, that is. He can remember back a few years. He lived on the streets with many others. They gathered in a large room of sorts. He remembers curious looks, fear, an fascination from his peers. He worked as a tinkerer, fixing machines, building them, and working with them. He also discovered his ability to play with lights. But on one fateful night he was offered a one time job: Steal some schematics from a smith and bring them back. Needing the money, he went for it, and damn did it go well.

Realizing he was virtually undetectable at night, he became almost nocturnal. Working for an unknown group of people, he would steal, forge, and sabotage to make money. However he decided to hide his wealth, rather than show it off and live lavishly. Unfortunately his mysterious client decided to die an untimely death, and Morti now needed another source of income. He decided to be an adventurer.

Other: Imma steal your shit.

An Adventurer's Calling | [Full!]

The boy looked like he was ready to burst. Little to much enthusiasm for his standards, but he supposed it'd be nice to have around. Anyways, back to the jobs. He lifted the "Cave of Novice" paper and looked over it.

“Hey, I went inside the cave a few days ago. I couldn’t handle the terror in there. I actually dropped my wedding ring down there. If someone can please retrieve it, I will be forever in your debt. Thank you.”

A wedding ring, huh? That's pretty important. More important than say, a love letter. Heh. Then there was the matter of the "Terror". Was it a monster? Just an overall creepy atmosphere? Guess he'd be finding out. There was also the bully job. Just some drunk asshole looking to get his ass kicked. Meh, seemed a bit to... crude.

"Yeah, I'm definitely liking the look of this 'Cave of Novice'. I'll keep the other one in mind for you though. So when do we set out? Now? Or do you want to see if we could grab some supplies? Assuming they have potions here, a healing potion or two might not hurt. What do you say?"

@Achronum

An Adventurer's Calling | [Full!]

Ysran watched as everyone ran towards the notice board. He'd probably just take what was left. He wasn't feeling like getting involved in all that.

Throughout the chaos, Ysran listened in on some of the conversations. Something about an Ogre. Meh, seemed pretty bland to him, though it would probably be pretty easy. He also heard something about a love letter. A slight grin escaped him. Seriously? A love letter delivery? What was this, Middle School? No thanks. Someone said something about some goblins. Goblins seemed to be pretty standard. He might've picked that had someone not already. There looked to be a few others that weren't taken. Here's hoping that they were somewhat interesting.

After a few moments, Ysran headed towards the board , when Skyler approached him, presumably to talk about what quest they were going to do. He was asked a couple of questions. His name? Oh, right. Guess he never introduced himself.

"My name is Ysran. Ysran Stormreach. So, what did you have in mind? I'd prefer something that involves exploring, if that's alright with you."

@Achronum

Blood Money

Ysran

Lol jk

Morti

Name: Morti

Age: I dunno

Gender: Technically genderless, but identifies as male

Race: Moon Godlike

Appearance:
Morti stands at six feet exactly, and weighs around 165 lbs. His cloak hangs around him, hiding his arms and what not. It's good for concealing stuff. He's also got purple skin, if you haven't noticed. The horns on his head can glow, but only if he focuses.

Personality: A little antisocial, but tries to be nice. Not many people trust him because of how different he looks. Racist bastards.

Weapons: A pair of shortswords, and a bow.

Skills/magic:He prefers to move in the shadows, and play a part behind the scenes. Stealing, stealth, and mechanics ate his forté. As for magic, he can screw around with light. Causing them to shine brighter, dimmer, or different colors.

History: Morti doesn't remember a whole lot. Of his childhood, that is. He can remember back a few years. He lived on the streets with many others. They gathered in a large room of sorts. He remembers curious looks, fear, an fascination from his peers. He worked as a tinkerer, fixing machines, building them, and working with them. He also discovered his ability to play with lights. But on one fateful night he was offered a one time job: Steal some schematics from a smith and bring them back. Needing the money, he went for it, and damn did it go well.

Realizing he was virtually undetectable at night, he became almost nocturnal. Working for an unknown group of people, he would steal, forge, and sabotage to make money. However he decided to hide his wealth, rather than show it off and live lavishly. Unfortunately his mysterious client decided to die an untimely death, and Morti now needed another source of income. He decided to be an adventurer.

Other: Imma steal your shit.

Blood Money

Ysran

Lol jk

Morti

Name: Morti

Age: I dunno

Gender: Technically genderless, but identifies as male

Race: Moon Godlike

Appearance:
Morti stands at six feet exactly, and weighs around 165 lbs. His cloak hangs around him, hiding his arms and what not. It's good for concealing stuff. He's also got purple skin, if you haven't noticed. The horns on his head can glow, but only if he focuses.

Personality: A little antisocial, but tries to be nice. Not many people trust him because of how different he looks. Racist bastards.

Weapons: A pair of shortswords, and a bow.

Skills/magic:He prefers to move in the shadows, and play a part behind the scenes. Stealing, stealth, and mechanics ate his forté. As for magic, he can screw around with light. Causing them to shine brighter, dimmer, or different colors.

History: Morti doesn't remember a whole lot. Of his childhood, that is. He can remember back a few years. He lived on the streets with many others. They gathered in a large room of sorts. He remembers curious looks, fear, an fascination from his peers. He worked as a tinkerer, fixing machines, building them, and working with them. He also discovered his ability to play with lights. But on one fateful night he was offered a one time job: Steal some schematics from a smith and bring them back. Needing the money, he went for it, and damn did it go well.

Realizing he was virtually undetectable at night, he became almost nocturnal. Working for an unknown group of people, he would steal, forge, and sabotage to make money. However he decided to hide his wealth, rather than show it off and live lavishly. Unfortunately his mysterious client decided to die an untimely death, and Morti now needed another source of income. He decided to be an adventurer.

Other: Imma steal your shit.

Murder in the Footlights

@Fabricant451@sassy1085@Over Illusion@Poi

This is your captain speaking, we are clear for takeoff.

Murder in the Footlights

June 3rd, 1984. Pekin, IL. Seemingly overnight, someone has put up several flyers. They can be found all over the city, on car windows, taped to the occasional building, but most are found on posts on street corners. You know, the things that hold up the electric wires and what not? Yeah, those. The flyers read as follows:

My name is Detective Harris. As many of you know, our city is quiet, and mostly peaceful. However, things are beginning to change. Recently there's been a strange string of murders going on throughout the city, and surrounding area. Most of these murders are the same. Limbs missing, bodies torn open, almost as if they'd been attacked by an animal. But what leads us to believe that that theory is incorrect, are a few key points of evidence: For starters, a viscous black slime is found at the crime scene. Our experts are currently saying whatever it is, doesn't exist on the periodic table. Secondly, an animal would use its teeth or claws to tear the bodies apart. However we've found that the removal of limbs was almost surgical, and with a blade. And as for the tearing, it does appear that claws were used, but with extreme precision. We're likely looking for a serial killer who collects limbs as a sort of trophy, and tears thier victims apart by surprise, seemingly. These murders are seemingly random, and none of the victims are connected to each other. We believe these are victims of opportunity and advise people to travel in groups, and even to carry a weapon of sorts. Be on the lookout. We've no eye witnesses to any attacks, and have no idea what this killer looks like.

June 5th- three more victims have been found. Same M.O. However this time one of the victims were extremely malformed. Purplish skin coloring on extremities, and enormous lower jaw with shark-like teeth, and the fingers and toes having long, sharp claws. The city is starting to become paranoid. People are afraid of leaving their houses, and some refuse contact with others. The numbers are growing by the day. Will you join them? Or will you find out just what's behind all of this?
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Greetings! Welcome to Murder in the Footlights! As stated above, there's a strange string of strange murders going on.

A few things to note:

This takes place on earth, so that means humans only.

This is the 80's, so a lot of tech we have today doesn't exist, or isn't as good.

The city is on lockdown. Nobody comes in, nobody comes out. Military have surrounded the city, and are distributing supplies and what not.

People are paranoid, not crazed. Though I suppose one turns to the other after a while. Things are mostly stable. No rioting, looting, or anything like that. This is only the beginning.

There will be "magic" but not in the typical sense. No fireballs, lightning bolts, or any of that. This "magic" is not known about by regular people. Starting, none of you can wield it, or know about it, but it will play a part later.

This is all Eldritch shenaniganity if you haven't figured it out yet.

This is my first time GMing, so have low standards.

The main idea of this RP is up to you: survive, hang out with Detective Harris, or go off on your own. Each will have its consequences, both good and bad. Examples: If you just wait for this to all blow over, you'll be mostly safe, but you'll need to keep track of your resources, one of which, may be sanity. Hanging out with Detective Harris will probably put you in some danger, but you'll have a professional by your side, as well as a front row seat to the events that unfold. And if you were going to go off on your own, you may discover things you shouldn't, but will be putting yourself in quite a bit of danger.

For now, feel free to ask questions as I've undoubtedly left some important details out.

Here's the CS outline.

Character sheet outline

Name: Yer name, dummy.

Appearance: A picture and a small description would do, or no picture and a detailed description.

Age: Anywhere from like... 12 to 75 I guess.

Occupation: What does your character do for a living?

History: Where did they come from? Where did they go? Something something Cotton-eyed Joe. But really though, a brief history should do. Keep in mind that the city is falling apart at the seams as people are being murdered left and right, and paranoia is surrounding the city.

Possessions: What do you keep on you? Make it at least somewhat reasonable. I mean, a construction worker probably doesn't carry a gun on him, or gauze and bandages.

Other: If you feel as though you need to include something else, put it here.

Murder in the Footlights

Well, we've got 3, possibly 4. I'll probably be able to work with this. I'll make the official thread sometime tomorrow.