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Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@gohKamikazeThen by all means, join the super awesome and esoteric Interesting Check right here! And don't worry, I'm more than happy to help with the rules. Still not certain how we're going to do it with character sheets and that, but we'll figure it out!

The Terror - A Call of Cthulhu One-shot

@Scarescrow Certainly. But what do you mean by newbie? Newbie to tabletop gaming or Call of Cthulhu?

The Terror - A Call of Cthulhu One-shot

@RBYDark Here we go, one step further to our damnation!

The Terror - A Call of Cthulhu One-shot

"Terror is a one-session scenario for Call of Cthulhu set in the Soviet Union during the reign of Joseph Stalin.
It begins in February 1932 and is centered in the frozen city of Moscow.

Terror is designed to emphasize the atmosphere of Stalinist Russia, and to pit the investigators against each other within an enviorment of paranoia."

-Chaosium Inc.

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Welcome comrade! Welcome to The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, Mother Russia. The home of the Revolution, workers, farmers and Socialism in one country. It has been 15 years since the Revolution overthrew the Tsar and the captitalist bourgeoisie, and 10 years since the Red Army won over the fiends of the Whites. Now we live in a socialist, workers paradise, every each one of us working their best to make the Communist future a reality. Our Comrade Stalin more so than anyone else, defender of the revolution!

Do not believe the Western propaganda about the so-called 'purges' or starvation in the Ukraine. They are simply not true. That is not how our Communist project works, that is a pure lie. No, we're here to look after you, comrade. The Party is your friend. The Party is your protector. The Party is kind. The Party is just. Trust the Party.

Anything else are lies. Revitionist propaganda aimed at destroying everything Comrade Lenin and Stalin have worked so hard for. Don't believe lies. Believe in the Party.

But what can you believe when the truth are lies, and lies the truth? When the possible is impossible, and the impossible possible? When the truth is just as impossible to believe as the lie, but the lie makes you sleep at night? Who can you trust? Who's your friend, and who's ready to snitch on your to the NVKD as soon as humanly possible?

Especially when you, yes YOU, have been accused of high treason against the State, the Party and Comrade Stalin. What are you willing to do to save the State and Party? And what about yourself? What are you willing to do in the face of the "Terror"?

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Welcome to "Terror", a Call of Cthulhu-scenario for the 6th edition. Unlike most scenarios, you find yourselves in Moscow during the height of the Great Purges. Former loyal party members of the Party and supporters of Josef Stalin, now found themselves accused of the most bizzare charges, just because of Stalin's paranoia. Everyone is a possible suspect and informant at the same time, nobody can be trusted. Not even your own family or friends.

It's during these times that something dark lurks over the Soviet Union. Cosmic horrors, horrors from beyond the stars and our understanding of the known universe. Horrors that make any lesser man crumble in primal fear. And like everything else in the USSR, the Politburo keeps it a state secret for eveything it's worth. While in America you're put in an asylum for speaking of such horrors, in the USSR you'll be imprisoned for not following the Party line; If you're lucky, you might even get shot in the head.

The story begins on the night of February 7th 1932, inside the basement of the NVKD headquarters. Many would enter the basement, operationg as an interrogation center. Few, if any at all would ever see the light of day again, as it too worked as a base of excecutions.
You are one of said unfortunate souls; accused and imprisoned for treason against the State and Party. Whether you're guilty or not, is simply a minor detail not worth bothering with. Both the lowest, criminal scum and the highest intellectual minds of the Soviet Union are to be find in that basement; locked in small, cold and wet cells, awaiting their fate. How you ended up in the NVKD basement is up to you, but your situation is the same.

Hopeless.

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This will be a one-shot scenario, with the posibility for further scenarios in the coming future if this one get's to its fitting end. We'll be using the 6th edition rules, because that's what the scenario uses, and that's the rulebook I possess at hand. How we'll do it with character sheets and rolls will be decided on soon, but advice is highly welcome.

If you have any questions, please do ask them. I'll be more than happy to answer them!

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:Going up the country

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Alexander didn't start to enjoy the prosect of killing more now, but the new intel did make it easier to allow the operations they were about to commence. Murderers and terrorists, didn't that sound familiar. But who was Alexander to argue? Better to be on their side than those about to be fucked with. He continued to listen to Thana tell Thalia about the truck-man, Captain Holloway, US Army. Finally someone who knew how to handle themselves, good ol' grunts. Not that he said that out loud to his 'superior' from the Navy.

"Roger that, Cowboy. I'll do my best to keep them checked during the DX. Watch your head, the steel duck gives one hell of a head. Over and out!" Alexander was surprised to hear the southern man, Gavin answer the radio, but it did make sense that Lola was busy manning the Stuart. And if Gavin was half as mad as he sounded like, he knew Lola was in safe hands. Perhaps. Hopefully. Alexander leaned forward to the two ladies in front. He figured that Thalia wasn't the one he had called 'Strawberry', not that he got why that was a fitting name for Thana. Sorry to interrupt, Captain, but Cowboy...the southern guy, Gavin was it? They're breaking of on the next intersection and getting the tank into position. Until then, we're silent and on our own."

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Streets of Cairo -->The Museum

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"You're right, we just got to find our strong sides which the upper classes doesn't possess. I think the weather, and the past days have made me soft like that, but I won't let that happen again." Haakon felt shameful about selling himself short like that, it really didn't suit his character. Where had the strong-minded journalist gone? Probably to colder climates after the prison-episode and, well everything. If he had let his head hang down before, now he tried to push himself up and puff his chest out. The aristocracy be damned, he would show them. They would show them.

Right now however, Haakon showed a sudden unease to Jo's sultry words. Not as much as he didn't enjoy the thought of women like that, but that she had inserted it into the conversation he did not expect. Then again, who else would have? For the time they had known each other in that ancient city, Haakon could only guess one person to be like that. Jo. "...So far the only thing I've gotten is red skin, like an Indian. You seem to have fared better in that regard, very much so."

And with that, they had arrived at the Museum. But they were not alone.

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location:The Egyptian Museum

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While Mahendra didn't pitch in the conversation his figurative ten cents, he continued to listen intently to what Lauren and Neema shared amongst each other. So Neema was indeed the wise woman that she had appeared to be, having worked at the museum many years ago and knowing her way around the place. That notion only strenghtened as they came into contact with Akhmed, the man Mahendra had met earlier in the reception area and lead him down the proverbial road to employment. The nod didn't get lost to the geologist, but its true nature didn't reveal itself until a few words after.

As the keys where handed to Mahendra, the tension was touchable to Mahendra, making him stand rather quietly as a by-stander. A bystander standing in the middle of what possibly was a long-term feud between literal generations. He simply gave a confirming, or more assuring nod to Akhmed to his order, at that time not sure whether or not he would follow it.

The arrival of two new strangers would hopefully ease the tension, or at least divert it away for long enough, Mahendra hoped.

"Good day Sir. We'd like to have a word with Lady Munn, if she's availalbe. Is she occupied at the moment?" Haakon said politely to the man standing behind the front desk. It was only now however that he saw a familiar face amongst the small crowd that had gathered there. "Ah, Miss Ridgeway. I'm almost surprised to see you here. I hope all is fine and well since last?" Haakon asked Lauren, before taking further notice of the two others with her. An older, native woman and someone Haakon could only guess was someone from the Indian subcontinent. Haakon gave both of them a pleasent smile, glad to finally see a friendly face. "I'm sorry, where are my manners? Haakon J. Elvsgaard, of the Norwegian Dagbladet. Very pleased to meet you."

Mahendra couldn't help but think that he was weary of this apparent aquintance of Lauren. Sure, he seemed polite at first, but a journalist? A man who read little and wrote tons, was never as good as a man who wrote little and read more. But for now nodded politely back to the clearly foreign, non-British man and introduced himself. Mahendra Huq Zalil.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@Sigurd Now you don't have a choice, I'm afraid :p

But seriously, sure about it? I mean it won't take just one evening to finish it by text.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

This is what I've written so far for a possible Interesting Check. Anything I've missed, as so far as I can go without spoiling anything?

USSR Cthulhu

Welcome comrade! Welcome to The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. Mother Russia, the Motherland, Soviet Russia, whatever you like to call Her. The home of the Revolution, workers, farmers and Socialism in one country. It has been 15 years since the Revolution overthrew the Tsar and the captitalist bourgeoisie, and 10 years since the Red Army won over the fiends of the Whites. Now we live in a socialist, workers paradise, every each one of us working their very best to make the Communist future a reality. Our Comrade Stalin more so than anyone else, defender of the revolution!

Do not believe the Western propaganda about the so-called 'purges' or starvation in the Ukraine. They are simply not true. That is not how our Communist project works, that is a pure lie. No, we're here to look after you, comrade. The Party is your friend. The Party is your protector. The Party is kind. The Party is just. Trust the Party.

Anything else is lies. Revitionist propaganda aimed at destroying everything Comrade Lenin and Stalin have worked so hard for. Don't believe lies. Believe in the Party.

But what can you believe when the truth are lies, and lies the truth? When the possible is impossible, and the impossible possible? When the truth is just as impossible to believe as the lie, but the lie makes you sleep at night? Who can you trust? Who's your friend, and who's ready to snitch on your to the NVKD as soon as humanly possible?
Especially when you, yes YOU, have been accused of high treason against the State, the Party and Comrade Stalin. What are you willing to do to save the State and Party? And what about yourself? What are you willing to do in the face of the "Terror"?

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Welcome to "Terror", a Call of Cthulhu-scenario for the 6th edition. Unlike most scenarios, you find yourselves in Moscow during the height of the Great Purges. Former loyal party members of the Party and supporters of Josef Stalin, now found themselves accused of the most bizzare charges, just because of Stalin's paranoia. Everyone is a possible suspect and informant at the same time, nobody can be trusted. Not even your own family or friends.

It's during these times that something dark lurks over the Soviet Union. Cosmic horrors, horrors from beyond the stars and our understanding of the known universe. Horrors that make any lesser man crumble in primal fear, and the stronger or narrow-minded ones lose their very minds. And like everything else in the USSR, the Politburo keeps it a state secret for eveything it's worth. While in America you're put in an asylum for speaking of such horrors, in the USSR you'll be imprisoned for not following the Party line; If you're lucky, you might even get shot in the head.

This will be a one-shot scenario, with the posibility for further scenarios in the coming future if this one get's to its fitting end. We'll be using the 6th edition rules, because that's what the scenario uses, and that's the rulebook I posess at hand. How we'll do it with character sheets and rolls will be decided on soon, but advice is highly welcome.

If you have any questions, please do ask them. I'll be more than happy to answer them!

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@T RisketNo worries, mate! We'll let you read the juicy details of death and horror ;)

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Bentley

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 3 - Morning
Location: The Save Point
Tag: @Guardian Angel Haruki@Holy Soldier
Experience: ////////// (0/10)

"And that was how I...or my EX-girlfriend and I constructed a functioning time machine!"

Who knew how long the green turtle, all dressed up as if about to head out on a safari and sitting in a rather fancy wheelchair, had been talking? It could have been as long as he had been getting a late night snack in that new, strange establishment. The green turtle, Bentley, had arrived at Platform City a few hours before in the middle of the night, would you believe it? He hadn't been told a whole lot since he arrived, but his natural intelligence had put together the bits and pieces he heard;

There had already been a fair share of 'Heroes' in and out of Platform City, and most of them were already out on several missions. And while Bentley was eager to get onto a mission himself - especially one he could partake in the planning of, call it old habit -, he understood the need for patience. And wait he was good at - sometimes. He was a turtle after all.

But in the meantime, he would just have to wait. Rolling his way down the streets of the city, he had been directed to what he recognized as an inn. He shyly entered the inn through the doors, peaking his head in with a hushed "He...hello?", only to find most of the people asleep or about to sleep. The little round being, one Bentley never had seen before, half-asleep gave him a room. Bentley though, having already slept back in his game-universe, was not sleep though, and shyly rolled over to a table with someone else apparently awake. And soon Bentley was talking non-stop about the thing he loved most of all in the world: Technology.

It was only after he had said those final words that he actually looked at the person beside him, that Bentley realized he was asleep. At least he thought it was a 'he', the creature he had never seen before in his own world. Not that that concept troubled him; after the invention and frequent use of the time-machine, the possibility of different universes was only a logical conclusion. More than anything, Bentley felt slightly embarrased to have blabbered like that. Taking of his thick, rim glasses and polishing them, he quietly sighed and looked away from the sleeping guest. "Good night, I guess. Sorry to bother you."

Then a new sign of life came from the lobby, making Bentley look up through his polished glasses. It was a humanoid creature, but without fur, scales or feathers. Odd, did such creatures exist? "Of course they do. The mathematical possibility is too high in an infinite possibility of universes that they can't." Bentley explained to himself, as if stating an obvious truth to some third party listener who needed some exposition. Not paying much attention to the fast sleeper, Bentley straightened his glasses and hat, before rolling his wheelchair to the lobby and the new-comer.

Bentley rolled slower and slower the closer he came to the woman and the yellow dragonfly, not wishing to what he now heard was a beginning conversation. Still, he was curious for more information about what was going on, and pushed himself over his comfort-zone. Bentley raised his hand nervously up in the air, waiting for a moment where he was interrupting as he spoke in the quiet, nasal voice of his. "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but notice your arrival, Miss. I'm Bentley, just got called here for a mission. I take it you're on it too. Did you just come back from a mission like that?"