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Discord = Maglar#3742
I love creating writing and I am here to practice the art form.
I'm in nursing school and I am a husband to a beautiful woman and a father to an active 1 year old. I'm new to this type of Roleplaying but I'm excited to play. Hit me up, make me your friend, I'm generally always up to roleplay.
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Count me in, I'm interested as well. Would you like us to submit our characters here or elsewhere?
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If you guys like a fantasy I'm looking for people to fill my RP. It's a pretty malleable world and I'm pretty good with manipulating things to fit into how you want to RP. Let me know.
If you guys like a fantasy I'm looking for people to fill my RP. It's a pretty malleable world and I'm pretty good with manipulating things to fit into how you want to RP. Let me know.
I'm very interested, I'm a little behind the curve on some of the Star Trek lore but I grew up with the shows and seen all the movies so I'm not far off.
What should I do next?
What should I do next?
A note about characters:
The basic stats of the characters, along with magic and other variables, are meant to progress and develop as you make decisions throughout the game.
The basic stats of the characters, along with magic and other variables, are meant to progress and develop as you make decisions throughout the game.
Always happy for folks to join my game
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Today I threw a 2 on the board and got this prompt:
"Write 5 questions you would like to ask a funny looking researcher who controls a fleet of star ship."
Ned clicked his pen nervously in anticipation of beginning the interview. The big bosses at "Twinkle," the cheesy culture 'zine on the worlds in the stars, did not treat these sciencey pieces too seriously and so he needed to make this good or else his article would be lost to the oblivion of a billion unread words in the great pile of word garbage.
The Colonel flowed and flopped into the room. He was from one of the big gas giant planets so his body was made of some sort of sludgy mist crammed into a tentacle envelope of a suit. Ned couldn't see a face, just a glass fishbowl of swirling pink and purple gas and a little square box at the collar that bleeped when the Colonel talked. "Heblo Blister 'Ed" came the Colonel's burbled voice through the voice box, "bLet's get bis ober wib qwibly, I hab mud to do."
Ned sat frozen and wide eyed, he barely understood what the colonel had said and didn't know how to respond. "Well," he shook his head and regained his focus, "yes.. um, well yes... um" Ned shuffled the pages in front of him, his questions for the Colonel. "Um.. thank you for meeting me today Colonel, we at Twinkle really appreciate your time, as does our readers you can be sure."
"Bly Blejure 'Ed" he burbled.
'.......What?' Ned thought,
He moved on, "So... um.. what is the nature of your research?"
"I'm Blag you aggled," the Colonel burped, "Bly bleet id bebling 'ent do dah fah egles ob bla balaxgi. Blee hab dibcobered a new borm ob blenerby, our bledorts 'ay 'at it may blee an enerbly blat bormed dah bery nadure ob all creadion!. Ib id a trubly amabling digobery!!"
The Colonel was waving his tentacle arms as if he wer excited but Ned had no idea what he had just said. Unfazed, Ned soldiered on.
"Do you believe that your research justifies the incredible expenses it requires? I mean, a whole fleet of ships sir, surely you only need one or two..."
"Blone Queblin Me Hoomon!!" The burbling figure asserted, "BlI am blum de grayblist blientibles in deh Uniberd!! Ob Corb I woul' no' akk for do mud mondee ib i diben neeb it!"
Ned was not discouraged, "and what do you have to say about the impact of moving such a large fleet through so many inhabited regions of space? The gravitational disturbance alone is enough to cause massive weather events in no less that three early industrial societies."
The Colonel settled down, "Bwe hab greybly condibered the abbect ob our bleet mobing acobb so bar a rebion, and we bully unberdand de' ebbects ib will habeb. Bwe addure your reabers that our digobbery jujdibies any ingonbeniende ib will caub. Bwe will gib to dah galagee dah
bleclet of libe!" The Colonel raises a tentacular fist as if in inspiration.
Ned didn't know what to write, he wished he had his recorder for the interview but he forgot it at the office before he left to come here. There was nothing left to do, he was going to have to make up the entire thing. By the time the magazine made it to the fleet they would be light eons away and it wouldn't matter.
"Well Colonel thank you for meeting with me, but I think I got everything I need."
"Dats ib?" the Colonel said, looking down hearted in his suit, "Blut I hab do mub to teb you aboub dah secrebs ob dah blars?"
Not knowing what he said, Ned replied, "Well yes and thank you again, I... um..." Ned moved as if to shake the Colonel's hand / tentacle, but it slithered over his fingers in a strangely intimate way, "err... um.. I will be going now." Ned grabbed his things and left the meeting room as fast as his legs could take him.
"Pidy," the Colonel mused, watching the man flee, "he deemed realbly nide."
"Write 5 questions you would like to ask a funny looking researcher who controls a fleet of star ship."
Ned clicked his pen nervously in anticipation of beginning the interview. The big bosses at "Twinkle," the cheesy culture 'zine on the worlds in the stars, did not treat these sciencey pieces too seriously and so he needed to make this good or else his article would be lost to the oblivion of a billion unread words in the great pile of word garbage.
The Colonel flowed and flopped into the room. He was from one of the big gas giant planets so his body was made of some sort of sludgy mist crammed into a tentacle envelope of a suit. Ned couldn't see a face, just a glass fishbowl of swirling pink and purple gas and a little square box at the collar that bleeped when the Colonel talked. "Heblo Blister 'Ed" came the Colonel's burbled voice through the voice box, "bLet's get bis ober wib qwibly, I hab mud to do."
Ned sat frozen and wide eyed, he barely understood what the colonel had said and didn't know how to respond. "Well," he shook his head and regained his focus, "yes.. um, well yes... um" Ned shuffled the pages in front of him, his questions for the Colonel. "Um.. thank you for meeting me today Colonel, we at Twinkle really appreciate your time, as does our readers you can be sure."
"Bly Blejure 'Ed" he burbled.
'.......What?' Ned thought,
He moved on, "So... um.. what is the nature of your research?"
"I'm Blag you aggled," the Colonel burped, "Bly bleet id bebling 'ent do dah fah egles ob bla balaxgi. Blee hab dibcobered a new borm ob blenerby, our bledorts 'ay 'at it may blee an enerbly blat bormed dah bery nadure ob all creadion!. Ib id a trubly amabling digobery!!"
The Colonel was waving his tentacle arms as if he wer excited but Ned had no idea what he had just said. Unfazed, Ned soldiered on.
"Do you believe that your research justifies the incredible expenses it requires? I mean, a whole fleet of ships sir, surely you only need one or two..."
"Blone Queblin Me Hoomon!!" The burbling figure asserted, "BlI am blum de grayblist blientibles in deh Uniberd!! Ob Corb I woul' no' akk for do mud mondee ib i diben neeb it!"
Ned was not discouraged, "and what do you have to say about the impact of moving such a large fleet through so many inhabited regions of space? The gravitational disturbance alone is enough to cause massive weather events in no less that three early industrial societies."
The Colonel settled down, "Bwe hab greybly condibered the abbect ob our bleet mobing acobb so bar a rebion, and we bully unberdand de' ebbects ib will habeb. Bwe addure your reabers that our digobbery jujdibies any ingonbeniende ib will caub. Bwe will gib to dah galagee dah
bleclet of libe!" The Colonel raises a tentacular fist as if in inspiration.
Ned didn't know what to write, he wished he had his recorder for the interview but he forgot it at the office before he left to come here. There was nothing left to do, he was going to have to make up the entire thing. By the time the magazine made it to the fleet they would be light eons away and it wouldn't matter.
"Well Colonel thank you for meeting with me, but I think I got everything I need."
"Dats ib?" the Colonel said, looking down hearted in his suit, "Blut I hab do mub to teb you aboub dah secrebs ob dah blars?"
Not knowing what he said, Ned replied, "Well yes and thank you again, I... um..." Ned moved as if to shake the Colonel's hand / tentacle, but it slithered over his fingers in a strangely intimate way, "err... um.. I will be going now." Ned grabbed his things and left the meeting room as fast as his legs could take him.
"Pidy," the Colonel mused, watching the man flee, "he deemed realbly nide."
Oh! There she goes!! Teddy thought and kicked his charger into a gallop catch up with Anja, man she's bold. He looked over his shoulder to see if Simone was coming too and he noticed that Trooper Bauer, who looked like he was quietly appreciating the beauty of the field they were on, had turned and was riding towards them as well. Wait.. did she call me handsome? Teddy blushed and felt ridiculous before telling himself he heard wrong; as he rode closer it looked like she was smiling, but he wasn't sure.
The four Troopers stopped near the edge of the forest and dismounted their horses. They had stopped on a hill and so had a good vantage point to see the village; Teddy silently gave a word of thanks for their green uniforms which blended nicely into the greenery around them. The village was small, little more than a grouping of farm houses situated along the river's edge. A little further along the river he could see some larger buildings on the opposite bank and there, sparkling with spray from the torrential river like an elephant covered in diamonds, was a gorgeous stone bridge, exactly what they were looking for.
Teddy felt giddy and couldn't help but smile big as he looked to his left and right at his companions. Then Trooper Ulmer pointed her perfectly straight finger at one of the houses northeast of their position, further inland from the river. Teddy looked and saw a group of three yellow uniforms talking to a man who looked like a farmer and pointing to the east and south. It was a stroke of tactical wisdom that the leadership of the Rhaetian troops had ordered no cook fires and quiet marching, so the Tallions didn't know their precise location, but it was strange they would know the regiment was traveling north at all.
He scanned the houses looking for more troops, he couldn't see any out in the open but that didn't mean there wasn't a whole squad hidden across the river. A few scary decisions had to be made, and they needed to be made quickly. Teddy tried to keep his face hard, but he suddenly had to poop.
The three Tallion soldiers in their yellow uniforms walked with the bent over farmer back trailing behind them towards the bridge and then disappeared from sight behind one of the rustic cottages.
The four Troopers stopped near the edge of the forest and dismounted their horses. They had stopped on a hill and so had a good vantage point to see the village; Teddy silently gave a word of thanks for their green uniforms which blended nicely into the greenery around them. The village was small, little more than a grouping of farm houses situated along the river's edge. A little further along the river he could see some larger buildings on the opposite bank and there, sparkling with spray from the torrential river like an elephant covered in diamonds, was a gorgeous stone bridge, exactly what they were looking for.
Teddy felt giddy and couldn't help but smile big as he looked to his left and right at his companions. Then Trooper Ulmer pointed her perfectly straight finger at one of the houses northeast of their position, further inland from the river. Teddy looked and saw a group of three yellow uniforms talking to a man who looked like a farmer and pointing to the east and south. It was a stroke of tactical wisdom that the leadership of the Rhaetian troops had ordered no cook fires and quiet marching, so the Tallions didn't know their precise location, but it was strange they would know the regiment was traveling north at all.
He scanned the houses looking for more troops, he couldn't see any out in the open but that didn't mean there wasn't a whole squad hidden across the river. A few scary decisions had to be made, and they needed to be made quickly. Teddy tried to keep his face hard, but he suddenly had to poop.
The three Tallion soldiers in their yellow uniforms walked with the bent over farmer back trailing behind them towards the bridge and then disappeared from sight behind one of the rustic cottages.
A quick introduction to the dice mechanics I would like to use.
Your character has a punch, you roll 1d4 by following the link and do that amount of damage. That's it, nothing crazy.
Using the dice is not necessary, if you are more comfortable writing a dramatic exchange without them that's absolutely great. These devices only exist to help you have a good time by adding a layer of uncertainty to the fight. When I play, and I play as the world and as NPCs, I will use the dice and accept the consequences.
Thank you
Your character has a punch, you roll 1d4 by following the link and do that amount of damage. That's it, nothing crazy.
Using the dice is not necessary, if you are more comfortable writing a dramatic exchange without them that's absolutely great. These devices only exist to help you have a good time by adding a layer of uncertainty to the fight. When I play, and I play as the world and as NPCs, I will use the dice and accept the consequences.
Thank you
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Hundreds of years ago there was a terrible war that left the world in ashes, the only memory is a myth about a star which fell to earth and consumed all life. The only vestiges of the old world are shrines located in hidden places, now guarded by wise and powerful elemental priests; and a looming Tower flying high in the sky like a bright comet circulating the globe in regal perpetuity.
The people came back, slowly, as well as the animals and vegetation. But something was different, the animals had changed into new forms, and some of the people had discovered the skill to manipulate the fabric of reality itself, making the world limited only by their dreams.
Draygon, an evil being, wishes to rule this world, and he has discovered that the Tower holds the power of the old ones. He seeks to find the means to communicate with the Tower, and using it's power usher an age where his power is unlimited.
Hundreds of years ago there was a terrible war that left the world in ashes, the only memory is a myth about a star which fell to earth and consumed all life. The only vestiges of the old world are shrines located in hidden places, now guarded by wise and powerful elemental priests; and a looming Tower flying high in the sky like a bright comet circulating the globe in regal perpetuity.
The people came back, slowly, as well as the animals and vegetation. But something was different, the animals had changed into new forms, and some of the people had discovered the skill to manipulate the fabric of reality itself, making the world limited only by their dreams.
Draygon, an evil being, wishes to rule this world, and he has discovered that the Tower holds the power of the old ones. He seeks to find the means to communicate with the Tower, and using it's power usher an age where his power is unlimited.
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