Personally, I don't think a set method is the way to go, but having multiple ways to get involved. For some elaboration, Nymeria and I have a general storyline in mind that we would like to guide you through. That's going to involve a lot of group missions, where everyone get's involved, where as if players just want to go on a hunt on their own/with a small group then that option still remains entirely open with the bounty board. Speaking to @Migyudon's idea, the general party size based on what the hunt is makes complete sense to me.
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STATUS: I spent about two hours trying to find one picture of Power Girl that doesn't focus on her boobs. I think it'd be better if they made her costume more like armor rather than lingerie. 9 yrs ago
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I spent about two hours trying to find one picture of Power Girl that doesn't focus on her boobs. I think it'd be better if they made her costume more like armor rather than lingerie.
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Check out our RP that just begun roleplayerguild.com/topics/…… to see if its something you might be interested in participating in. Van-Helsing/Horror fantasy hybrid, looking for players!!
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@LordLinguinie, Hey, can I and @Zarkun find out about your activities on Vordan and attempt to stop them?
After our current plots are over, of course.
sounds great!
The sun had not even crested over the hill's of Ash Falls, as Marvyn lead his men on a morning log run. It took about a dozen men to carry each log without struggle, so he had made it extra difficult by assigning only nine men to a log today. Not carrying a log himself, Marvyn had instead brought two over the shoulder satchels, each filled to the brim with river rocks from the falls below. The burn in his shoulders and thighs was immense, sweat pouring down his face and staining his linens, he grinned as he jogged just in front of his men. The cool, moist, morning air washed over him as they crossed the top of the hill, now at the top of the water fall, the stream leading to the drop off into the plunge pool, which streamed off into a now very prosperous town below, with the imposing shadow of the castle slowly beginning to show as the sun was just beginning rise.
"Only a little bit longer now men." Marvyn barked at his men, "Unless you don't think you can handle it!" He exclaimed with an challenging tone.
"I think you're getting soft in you'r old age sir. I remember a time when you would never offer an out on the log run." a blonde shirtless man replied from his line.
"Ah, it's cause the captain's got his boy on the run now! He wouldn't want his wittle baby to gt huwt" another man joked, with howls of laughter quickly following.
From the front of the center log line, a much younger lad spoke up, "Keep talking and I'll shove my sword's hilt up your ass Owyn!" Martyn barked back, not wanting his parentage to be mocked yet again.
"That 's enough from all of ya! Or I'll have you pansies run another lap!" the captain commanded, hiding his grin, not wanting his image of a stern, brutish captain to be tainted. The men replied united, and the run continued on in relative silence to the huffing and groaning of overworked soldiers.
After the morning run ended, Marvyn dismissed his men to report to check with their designated post for the day. Marvyn had nearly double his's the number of guard's on day patrol in the streets and in the castle itself. Lord Lannister was expected to arrive soon, and Marvyn was sure as hell not going to have some catastrophe strike under his watch. Returning to his quarters, Marvyn's mind raced with thoughts, so much had happened recently with the birthday festivities, his son's joining of the guard, and the implosion of the seven kingdoms all weighed heavily on his mind. Removing his sweat soaked clothes, he quickly bathed and dressed his casual attire, brown woolen stockings with a padded greed undershirt with a light curiass on top, and comfortable boots, meant for maneuverability. Rather than carry a blade, Marvyn has become fond of the morningstar as of late, always trying to find new ways to challenge himself. He has become quite skilled with the weapon and has come to prefer it over his blade.
Grabbing a pile of signed and sealed letters, along with some other parchments, Marvyn left his quarters making his way through the castle. First, he found the Maester, to have all of the letter's sent by raven to their proper recipients. Next, he stuck his head into the quarters of both the young Lord and Lady to make sure they were awake and starting their days. He then made his way to the crypts, and bowed his head before the resting place of Lord Gerald, his dear friend. He whispered a small prayer for his former lord and his son, who's resting place lie only short distance from his fathers. The old soldier sat in sullen silence momentarily, taking a short period of time to talk with the gods in the presence of his oldest friend. Regaining his composure, Marvyn left the crypt and focused again on his duties. Making his way to the great hall, Marvyn passed many guard's just getting off duty, having a breakfast for dinner so to speak, they we're off to the barracks to rest before the start of their next shift. Looking to the biggest table of the hall, at the head sat Marvyn's closest compatriot, Renault.
"Good morning m'lord!" Marvyn spoke with a tiny smile, gesturing to the serving staff for a plate of his usual breakfast meal. sitting at the open seat adjacent from Renault, Marvyn waited for his plate, holding just two pieces of bread and some eggs, accompanied by a large pitcher of water.
"The maester is sending out ravens to the correspondents we discussed previously. I'll personally be overseeing the matter and make sure everything is in order for when the time comes." Marvyn spoke, beginning to lightly nibble on his toast.
"I also have had new blueprint's drawn up for new watchtowers to be built on the edges of the town and around the castle." he said, sliding the rolled up parchments across the table.
"Only a little bit longer now men." Marvyn barked at his men, "Unless you don't think you can handle it!" He exclaimed with an challenging tone.
"I think you're getting soft in you'r old age sir. I remember a time when you would never offer an out on the log run." a blonde shirtless man replied from his line.
"Ah, it's cause the captain's got his boy on the run now! He wouldn't want his wittle baby to gt huwt" another man joked, with howls of laughter quickly following.
From the front of the center log line, a much younger lad spoke up, "Keep talking and I'll shove my sword's hilt up your ass Owyn!" Martyn barked back, not wanting his parentage to be mocked yet again.
"That 's enough from all of ya! Or I'll have you pansies run another lap!" the captain commanded, hiding his grin, not wanting his image of a stern, brutish captain to be tainted. The men replied united, and the run continued on in relative silence to the huffing and groaning of overworked soldiers.
After the morning run ended, Marvyn dismissed his men to report to check with their designated post for the day. Marvyn had nearly double his's the number of guard's on day patrol in the streets and in the castle itself. Lord Lannister was expected to arrive soon, and Marvyn was sure as hell not going to have some catastrophe strike under his watch. Returning to his quarters, Marvyn's mind raced with thoughts, so much had happened recently with the birthday festivities, his son's joining of the guard, and the implosion of the seven kingdoms all weighed heavily on his mind. Removing his sweat soaked clothes, he quickly bathed and dressed his casual attire, brown woolen stockings with a padded greed undershirt with a light curiass on top, and comfortable boots, meant for maneuverability. Rather than carry a blade, Marvyn has become fond of the morningstar as of late, always trying to find new ways to challenge himself. He has become quite skilled with the weapon and has come to prefer it over his blade.
Grabbing a pile of signed and sealed letters, along with some other parchments, Marvyn left his quarters making his way through the castle. First, he found the Maester, to have all of the letter's sent by raven to their proper recipients. Next, he stuck his head into the quarters of both the young Lord and Lady to make sure they were awake and starting their days. He then made his way to the crypts, and bowed his head before the resting place of Lord Gerald, his dear friend. He whispered a small prayer for his former lord and his son, who's resting place lie only short distance from his fathers. The old soldier sat in sullen silence momentarily, taking a short period of time to talk with the gods in the presence of his oldest friend. Regaining his composure, Marvyn left the crypt and focused again on his duties. Making his way to the great hall, Marvyn passed many guard's just getting off duty, having a breakfast for dinner so to speak, they we're off to the barracks to rest before the start of their next shift. Looking to the biggest table of the hall, at the head sat Marvyn's closest compatriot, Renault.
"Good morning m'lord!" Marvyn spoke with a tiny smile, gesturing to the serving staff for a plate of his usual breakfast meal. sitting at the open seat adjacent from Renault, Marvyn waited for his plate, holding just two pieces of bread and some eggs, accompanied by a large pitcher of water.
"The maester is sending out ravens to the correspondents we discussed previously. I'll personally be overseeing the matter and make sure everything is in order for when the time comes." Marvyn spoke, beginning to lightly nibble on his toast.
"I also have had new blueprint's drawn up for new watchtowers to be built on the edges of the town and around the castle." he said, sliding the rolled up parchments across the table.
i'll have a post out shortly.
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@Stitches you can put your CS in the characters tab
There seems to be 2 moving parts, most of the group is now part of the encirclement, while others are about to charge with, from my understanding, a big bear trap strapped to a shield, coated in poison. Maybe begin searching for the nest or throw yourself into the encirclement plan.
@LordLinguinie which one is the massive male
By my count, all of the children are dead, so the only one left is the original monster.
Edit: Ohhhh, you mean who was he targeting. Its Drystan. The only two people near the monster currently, are Drystan and Libe, as Iva got the hell out of dodge to help with the trap, from what I can tell.
Silently emerging from its nest through one of the tunnels leading out the surrounding waters, the large sea creature watched as it’s spawn had been slain by their prey, something that it had not expected. Filled with rage over the deaths of its children, it roared after watching a large male man, quickly dispatch his largest and most dominant offspring with a series of combos. As it attempted to lunge for the attacker, it felt a small tap as two small flying objects bounced off it’s chin., cracking two scales on impact. Before the creature could make contact with it’s target, it saw something coming in it’s peripheral vision. Quickly turning, it thrusted its large armor-scaled claws sideways into the oncoming blade, with immense force while simultaneously sidestepping and while swinging its claws and razor blade like fin covered arm in the direction of the oncoming assailant with brute force. Now two enemies in front of him, plus the hidden enemy who had thrown pebbles at it earlier. The creature quickly realized the odds were not in it’s favor, and stepped back, rethinking it’s strategy. The impending danger in the air made the creature all the more feral, heightening it’s senses but also impeding its judgement. Needing a quick advantage, the creature shoved it’s massive foot-fin into the sand and kicked it up into the the air at the enemies faces in front of it, hoping to blind them, specifically the smaller one.
Glancing around the beach, the creature saw more silhouettes converging, all coming to try and take it's life. Realizing it’s own dire situation, the fury in the creature's roar doubled as it charged again at the enemies, this time at full speed, teeth barred, claws out, the massive creature ran towards the massive male once more, attempting to crab onto him and take a bite.
Glancing around the beach, the creature saw more silhouettes converging, all coming to try and take it's life. Realizing it’s own dire situation, the fury in the creature's roar doubled as it charged again at the enemies, this time at full speed, teeth barred, claws out, the massive creature ran towards the massive male once more, attempting to crab onto him and take a bite.
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