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Evie glanced back as the new guy stumbled in—shaggy black hair, round-rimmed glasses, staff clutched like he wasn’t sure whether to fight or trip over it. She blinked, did a double take, and for the barest heartbeat the corner of her mouth twitched.“Holy shit! Harry Potter?” she almost muttered, but the thought died quick. Nobody here would get it. The joke curdled before it reached her lips, leaving only that coin-sized ache of remembering a world gone.

Then the mage’s voice rolled over them, thick with sorrow, and the air itself pressed like wet stone against her chest. Evie faltered, the head of her bat sinking into the water like a brace to keep her upright. Roscoe whined sharply, paws skittering against the slick floor as he shoved his body against her hip. The weight of him was solid, grounding, but the mist was everywhere, dragging her down into the marrow of memory.

Marcus. The folded letter. Body unrecoverable, presumed dead. Her throat locked. Her eyes burned. She could hear herself screaming again in that sterile office, swearing she’d get him back, even if it meant ripping through every regulation in her path. And Roscoe—the Army’s stamp on his papers. Weapon. Disposable. She’d nearly lost him too.

Her vision blurred. The chamber shuddered. And when the shards of water screamed out of the mist, Evie yelped, instinct seizing her body. The bat clattered from her hand, forgotten. She dropped, arms cinching around Roscoe’s thick neck, curling into him like she could make herself a shield. Roscoe growled deep, teeth bared, his mismatched eyes never leaving the mage. But he stayed pressed to her, a wall of fur and muscle and loyalty.
Hey Welcome !

I agree audiobooks are super useful for long days at work. I've listened to quite a few over the years haha. I haven't dipped to much into science fiction my self. I think the closest I've come is "Magitech" or trying to explain technology and scifi using magic. Lol

Hope you find something you like!

(IIIIF you were at all open to medieval Fantasy where that "magitech" is possible, I do have a pretty stable group setting. Shoot me a message if you want! Happy roleplaying)
Hey there! Welcome to the site! I love to write my self.

One of the reasons I enjoy replay so much is that it's really fun to get to bounce off your partners creativity. I'm a big fan of medieval fantasy my self. I'm actually part of a group that has an original setting. Where you make your character and start their story the way you want to.

If you're interested shoot me a message!
This RP Takes place in the world of Isekai Hell. If you want to Rp with us, just message me! Check out our interest check! roleplayerguild.com/topics/196759-ise…)


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The storm rolled in heavy over Arborhaven, cloaking the city in rain and restless wind. Lanternlight flickered along crooked streets, their glow fractured across puddles that gathered between cobblestones. Shutters banged in the gale, and the night smelled of damp earth, smoke, and the faint sweetness drifting from the square where the new tree grew.

The Starbloom Cypress stood there—no sapling, though still slight compared to the memory of Aegrizora. Its silver bark gleamed slick with rain, its crown trembling in the storm. Folk whispered as they passed it, some muttering prayers, others refusing even to look. The tree had taken root quickly, and some claimed it drew breath from both the world of the living and the dead.

Nailed to posts and walls throughout the square, parchment sheets flapped and tore in the wind. Missing Persons—faces rendered in charcoal, names fading as the ink bled in the rain. Too many to ignore, yet too many overlooked. A farmer’s boy. A shepherd girl. A traveler last seen on the southern road.

Beneath the sagging canopy of the tavern, a man sat with a lute in his lap, his patched cloak more color than cloth, his boots muddied by the road. His hair, sandy and streaked with gray, clung damp to his brow, and his eyes—gray-blue like stormlight—watched the strings as his fingers danced.

His voice rose against the storm, carrying verses that turned heads and stilled hands:

"We are not forged of ash and stone,
Nor bound by blood nor flesh alone.
Fashioned in likeness of what none may see,
We are the shadow of divinity.

Our wills are free, unchained, untamed,
No silent slaughter shall lay us claimed.
So lift thy voices, let anthems swell—
We are the unseen, unquenchable."


The song echoed down the empty streets, mingling with thunder. No villagers lingered in the rain to hear it, no audience save the storm and the tree that seemed to watch in silence.

Yet the posters told their own tale, and the guild’s hand had been seen in Arborhaven of late. It was said that adventurers had been dispatched to look into the vanishings. But no answers had been found as of yet.




Ooc: You can think of any old reason to show up. But if you need one, just say the character is here to investigate the missing persons for the guild.
(This roleplay takes place in the world of Isekai Hell. If you'd like to join, message either me or Novama to make a character and get started! We're always accepting.)


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The storm rolled in heavy over Arborhaven, cloaking the city in rain and restless wind. Lanternlight flickered along crooked streets, their glow fractured across puddles that gathered between cobblestones. Shutters banged in the gale, and the night smelled of damp earth, smoke, and the faint sweetness drifting from the square where the new tree grew.

The Starbloom Cypress stood there—no sapling, though still slight compared to the memory of Aegrizora. Its silver bark gleamed slick with rain, its crown trembling in the storm. Folk whispered as they passed it, some muttering prayers, others refusing even to look. The tree had taken root quickly, and some claimed it drew breath from both the world of the living and the dead.

Nailed to posts and walls throughout the square, parchment sheets flapped and tore in the wind. Missing Persons—faces rendered in charcoal, names fading as the ink bled in the rain. Too many to ignore, yet too many overlooked. A farmer’s boy. A shepherd girl. A traveler last seen on the southern road.

Beneath the sagging canopy of the tavern, a man sat with a lute in his lap, his patched cloak more color than cloth, his boots muddied by the road. His hair, sandy and streaked with gray, clung damp to his brow, and his eyes—gray-blue like stormlight—watched the strings as his fingers danced.

His voice rose against the storm, carrying verses that turned heads and stilled hands:

"We are not forged of ash and stone,
Nor bound by blood nor flesh alone.
Fashioned in likeness of what none may see,
We are the shadow of divinity.

Our wills are free, unchained, untamed,
No silent slaughter shall lay us claimed.
So lift thy voices, let anthems swell—
We are the unseen, unquenchable."


The song echoed down the empty streets, mingling with thunder. No villagers lingered in the rain to hear it, no audience save the storm and the tree that seemed to watch in silence.

Yet the posters told their own tale, and the guild’s hand had been seen in Arborhaven of late. It was said that adventurers had been dispatched to look into the vanishings. But no answers had been found as of yet.




Ooc: You can think of any old reason to show up. But if you need one, just say the character is here to investigate the missing persons for the guild.
Welcome!

You can't escape the itch when it comes for you. Lol,

I've played a bit of table top games off and on my self. Recently the group I've been roleplaying with uses a system similar to those. If you're interested in a medieval fantasy original group setting shoot me a message.
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𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟


Skills are pivotal in growing and customizing your character. While your stats may make it clear who is a tank, mage, or rogue type, your skills allow you to differentiate yourself from others with the same stats.

Skills also shape your character visually — some even unlock racial titles. Perhaps most important in any Isekai is the ability for the protagonist to transcend typical limits and bring change to the world. Skills are what allow a character to break beyond ordinary boundaries.

Below is a list of Skills your character may acquire and upgrade. If your concept cannot be achieved with the current skill set, please reach out to Novama or RP staff. Sometimes we add new skills to the list, other times we help outline a build path to fit your ideal.

Note: The system is subject to mistakes, exploits, and misinterpretation. Updates/edits will occur over time as it evolves with community use. We will inform you of any changes.

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  • Each skill shows its starting grade when purchased.
  • Acquisition requirements are listed (usually a stat grade).
  • Point cost is shown in parentheses and applies both to acquisition and upgrades.
  • If a stat/skill is required, it must also be upgraded whenever the chosen skill is upgraded.
  • Some skills are tagged [ability!] — these grant unique actions on their own.
  • Most skills/abilities come with restrictions: no spam use, cooldowns, and other caveats.
  • Skill descriptions explain scope and narrative uses. If unclear, ask Novama.


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𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥 & 𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕤
All skill prices are in parentheses next to the skill name. Each skill has one or more tags based on function:


  • Ability! — Stand-alone feature
  • Acquisition! — Acquire items/assets
  • Augmenter! — Improves [Magic] functionality
  • Auxiliary! — Supplements natural ability
  • Buff! — Raises stats or provides boons
  • Character! — Requires certain character grade
  • Core! — Prerequisite to other skills
  • Debuff! — Decreases stats/impairs target
  • Defensive! — Improves resistance/defenses
  • Domestic! — Mundane/practical skills for daily life
  • Exclusive! — Only acquirable as racial perk
  • Growth! — Helps gain knowledge/extra points
  • Healing! — Restores vitality
  • Intelligence! — Requires Intelligence stat grade
  • Narrator! — Controlled/adjudicated by Narrator
  • NPC! — Defines companions/minions
  • Offensive! — Damages/negatively impacts target
  • Passive! — Always active, even unconscious
  • Precision! — Requires Precision stat grade
  • Social! — Prowess in conversation & influence
  • Speed! — Requires Speed stat grade
  • Stealth! — Avoid detection
  • Strength! — Requires Strength stat grade
  • Suite! — Bundle of multiple skills
  • Utility! — Wide use, offensive or defensive
  • Vitality! — Requires Vitality stat grade


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ℙ𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕤𝕥 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟

Skill point costs scale by sevens:

  • A 7-point skill costs 7 more per grade upgrade.
  • A 14-point skill costs 14 per upgrade.
  • A 21-point skill costs 21 per upgrade.
  • And so on, following the same progression.




Hey there ! I feel your pain. Life long dream has been to be an author, but I just don't have the confidence to keep a decent story from beginning to end. It's why I love Role play so much. You get to bounce off other peoples ideas and keep a flow going.

I personally started my roleplaying days on mmorpgs! (Well actually some of it was Neopets too hehe) I'm a big fan of video games. And Don't even get me started on Romance. (I'm actually kind of playing match maker in my group role play right now. Got a couple single male characters we need to find ladies for.)

If you'd be interested in a roleplay group/world where the trope is Characters being summoned to a whole new world. Where there's Skills and stats. (Isekai If you're familiar with that) Message me! We're always open for new folk! Medeiaval fantasy with a splash of magitech/Steampunk



The cold of the mask lingered on Evie’s fingertips even after it dissolved, like rain clinging where there was no storm. The moment the mist thickened and the stone shifted, her chest tightened, a memory she hadn’t invited clawing its way forward.

She was back in that office. The stale coffee smell. The stack of manila folders. The officer’s mouth moving before the words truly landed.

"His body was never recovered. Landslide buried the site before we could finish retrieval. We… we’re listing him MIA. Presumed KIA."

She’d sat there, jaw locked, fingernails biting into her palm until the skin broke. Words buzzed like flies against glass. Never recovered. Presumed dead.

The sound of Roscoe’s whine cut through it, sharp and real, grounding her for half a second. But the whispering reflections in the water twisted Marcus’s face into every ripple—accusing, fading, gone.

Evie swallowed hard, knees buckling under the weight until one touched the water. Her free hand clutched the grip of her bat so tight the old tape cut into her skin.

“No…” she rasped, shaking her head, eyes burning but dry. “Not again. You don’t get to take him from me twice.”

Her gaze locked on the mage through the haze, jaw tight, breathing ragged but steadying with every word.

Roscoe pressed closer, shoulder to her side, mismatched eyes blazing as he let out a guttural growl. The weight of him, warm and solid, steadied her.

Evie pushed herself upright, shoulders squared against the pull of the thickened water. She forced a breath past the stone in her throat, lifted her bat, and planted her boots.

“I know what sorrow feels like. I live with it. But it doesn’t own me. And it damn sure won’t stop me here.”

She flicked her eyes toward Yumi, and Locke, catching his visor’s faint reflection in the mist. "Deep breaths guys. Don't get caught up in the mire."
Then she looked back to the mage, muscles taut, bat steady at her side.

"Listen! We aren't here to splash in your kiddy pool. Where's your boss?"
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