MarsAdept

Fallout RP (based of the game)

very good point. Despite the legion still being in its infancy compared to the long history of the NCR, the legion did grow to control a far larger area than the NCR. I personally was raised in Arizona, and the love of that region is the only real reason i admire the legion. if this roleplay takes us treking deep into Arizona I would be bouncing off the walls with joy. So much that i could hug a cactus.

Fallout RP (based of the game)

I am interested. I find it hard to believe that after the divide, courier six would fail to hold back the legion. What happened to the courier? That definitely got my attention.

Golden Sun RP

I would totally love to be in this. Golden Sun is among my favorite video games of all time. I played the original and lost age until their internal batteries died because I loved them so much.

The Innistrad Chronicles: The Gathering

So the silent type finally broke his silence. Honestly you had me worried. I am here for you and would love to see where you take this roleplay.

Not Your Average Apocalypse

Hey I am still interested in this roleplay.

The Innistrad Chronicles: The Gathering

Hahaha, i had forgotten about the skyrim roleplay. Ok, i do recall you.

Alara was never destroyed. It did get ravaged by the uncontrolled mana that were released when the shards were smooshed togather. Nicol Bolas actually healed Alara in a way when he orchestrated the merger of the shards. Of course he wanted to steal the mana for himself. Evil intentions uncertain results. Now, one does not have to be a planeswalker the walk from Bant to Jund. There are no longer the 5 shards of Alara there is just the plane of Alara. Elspeth is troubled because Bant is now subject to Deceit and ambition unlike before the merger.

Also, as for what you think about the story of this roleplay. I believe you are correct. That does seem to be the original intent of the creator, the silent The Silent Type. I However am thinking of setting this years after the events of Avacyn Restored. Tibalt has returned a little older and much more powerful and aimed to take the plane from the Ancient Sorin Markov.

As for the last name of the child, I have no idea. I do not know the naming rituals of Bant, Theros, Ravinca, or Isperia. It is possible the female gives up her name for her husband's like European cultures do. The names could be combined to proclaim both proud lineages. It is also possible that the child would take the name of the parent who he or she spent the most time with or took the most abilities from. I could also see a female child taking Beleren while a male child would take Tirel. It is up to you. Planeswalkers seem to be a part of a culture all their own.

The Innistrad Chronicles: The Gathering

I vaguely remember you. Where you apart of the last magic the gathering roleplay I did? The idea of Elspeth and Jace hooking up has been presented to me before. For this roleplay I would allow it. I am going to adjust the setting to be more lore friendly. Meaning this will be post Avacyn Restored Innastrad.

I am trying to imagine what such an offspring of Elspeth and Jace would be like. It is scary to imagine a being that can trace his magic talent to the keeper of the Guild pact and his martial prowess to the Sun God's own champion. Also, due to the nature or the sparks, a child of two planeswalked has the same chance of being a planeswalked as it's parents but crazier things have happened.

The Innistrad Chronicles: The Gathering

I am serious. Would people support me if I hijacked this rp?

Not Your Average Apocalypse

The voice of a man fell silent over the group as he finished reading the letter from the reporter. I was going to call him the reporter. It sounded cooler than Zak. Anyways, could that man read any slower. I had stumbled across an odd group about a month back. We were headed in the same direction so I tagged alone. The group had a man and a woman and a series of orphaned kids. Not all could be attributed to the woman, while some clearly could some were just to old for her. However, I came along and was the second oldest female in the group. I felt like the strange Aunt that no one wants to meet at a reunion. I should probably ditch this group before that man decides to make me his second wife.

Aside from me, the man was the only one who could read and he could not do that very well. He stuttered and mumbled as he went. He had to restart every sentence. No wonder the children did not know how to read. I listened and got the important points, however the whole time I was focused on the bird. I tried to reach out and pet it but it scooted away from me. I tried to slowly reach out for it again and that Bald Eagle flew to a higher branch beyond my reach. From there, it and I just stared at each other for a while. I did not know why it didn't like me. I had no plans to eat it. I just wanted to pet it.

Anyways, as the man finished the letter, he turned and looked at his 'family'. He explained his view on the matter and his wife just seemed to agree. I knew how this group was when I first spotted it. That hillbilly of a man made all the decisions and his wife was the only one who had any opinions that could challenge his. More than once since I have been here have I clashed with that man. Not physically, yet. I tried to teach the kids skills like reading and survival, but he did not want that so he stopped me. His wife naturally supported her husband like a good housewife and that was that. The children had no say ever. Anyway, the man thought it was a trap and that even if it was not one, there was no way they could get to beggar's point in two days. That last part was true. Some of the kids could not waddle that fast but then again the man stopped whenever his feet started hurting so we averaged a few miles a day.

This is where I politely interrupted, "Sir, I can cover that much ground in less time than needed. If the caravan is not already there, I can probably get there before it. If it is a trap, i could see it and warn you off. If it isn't, i could delay the caravan long enough for the family to arrive."

The man gave me a cold look and replied, "No, I will not risk my family on this fool. Trap or not. The keys are dangerous and it is only by own hands is this family stays safe. You wish to go, then go. You are but an unwanted dog anyways." He waved me off.

I smiled. I did not like being insulted like that but it didn't matter. It did not effect me. It was perfectly clear to me that he did not want me to interfere with his control over his family anymore. I collected my things and left the camp headed to Beggar's point. I felt bad for that group. If what he believed was true, if he could believed his own dogma of being the one thing keeping his family alive, then the day he kicks the bucket, his family will be soon to follow.

I put them behind me. They were not kin to me. After I got over a hill and out of sight I started running. I took up a pace that could carry me easily for miles. Beggar's point was waiting for me not far ahead.

Not Your Average Apocalypse

Awesome I am glad this has started. One question before I post. Is everyone starting together or are we on our own until Beggars Point?