Oxenfree

An Error in Morality (A Cyberpunk Story)

Sure, that all sounds fine by me. Maybe D'Angello is also in hot water because the people he does deals with keep somehow getting busted, even if he doesn't know the cops are on to him?

A Plethora of Time Periods, Plots, and Curiosities!

@headintheclouds Well, I'm always fond of playing a good knight, particularly the nice, fairy-tale, not at all realistic sort. The Colonial America setting also struck me as interesting, as I don't think I've ever really explored that as a setting for RP before. Really, I'm alright with most of the stuff up there, if you have a preference.

The World Unravelled- A God RP

@Rabidporcupine

You don't have to pick the ones up there - you can come up with your own. There's a whole bunch of ideas in the Discord if you want help! I recommend joining, as the list in OP isn't really up to date about what's taken.

A Plethora of Time Periods, Plots, and Curiosities!

My favorite candy is gummi bears. Specifically Haribo ones, not generic brand.

An Error in Morality (A Cyberpunk Story)

That sounds really cool! I'm sure we can figure out more of the mystery as the story develops.

An Error in Morality (A Cyberpunk Story)

Unsure. I was thinking of a street doc type character - maybe a nursing school drop out that supports herself and her family by pulling bullets out of gangers and sticking unlicensed robot parts in shady people. Maybe she could get involved once it becomes clear that this is the 'people getting shot' kind of shady business, and become involved in taking down whoever's behind it?

An Error in Morality (A Cyberpunk Story)

Interested, perhaps.

The World Unravelled- A God RP

The Clever God

Name: Dreyon, The Torchbearer, The Clever God
Gender: Male

Major Domains: Knowledge
Minor Domains: Science, Invention, Exploration, Madness
Opposing Domains: N/A

Core Appearance: A silver timepiece that ticks down the time until the next Roil. Interesting, but essentially useless.
Personality: Dreyon is defined by his curiosity – he has an overwhelming desire to know everything and to share his knowledge with others, and nothing is more abhorrent to him than a secret or a locked door. He is, naturally, immensely intelligent, with a mind crammed full of most everything there is to know about literally any subject, and he’s always hungry to find more. He never condescends to those who know less than him, provided they seek to learn; he respects the desire to know in all its forms and has always been the patron of explorers and scientists. He’s energetic, friendly, and something of a space cadet, having trouble focusing on one thing for too long and often letting minor details slip his mind.

Relationships: N/A
Allegiances: N/A

Domain: The Infinite Tower. A massive structure stretching up into the heavens, its actual location in the world is a mystery – it can only be found by those who have impressed Dreyon enough for him to extend an invitation, or for those who already know where it is. The main body of the tower is taken up by its sprawling library, a circular room lined with bookshelves and shifting staircases and ladders that stretches up impossibly high, packed with a bewildering variety of books, scrolls and tablets. There are also a variety of labs, workshops, observatories, greenhouses, and anything else a scholar might want in their pursuit of knowledge.

Peoples: The Students are Dreyon’s people; an eclectic mix of formerly mortal scholars, explorers and inventors who sought the favor of the Clever God and were embraced into his company. In entering the Tower, they are transformed; they no longer need sleep, food, or water, driven only by their insatiable need to learn and discover, as their beloved God is. They spend their days in the Tower, studying, observing, and exploring the massive library, or they venture out into the world to spread their knowledge and discover more, exploring, learning, and returning their findings to the Infinite Tower.

Or at least, they will do, once he gets some more of the little scamps running around. Terrible nuisance, that Roil is.

Avatar and Anathema: None, at the moment. He’s going to need to see Perillian about making a new Avatar first thing. He so loves their collaborations!
Misc: N/A at the moment

Azure's Gate

Samuel Alderach

Samuel rose. Indeed, he had heard the rumors of this bizarre infection; though many had dismissed it as superstition, he had far too much experience with the mysteries of this world to be so sure. Such foul magics were common in the dark places of the world, powers that could strip a man of his mind and soul.

After the other commanders had spoken, Samuel thumped his fist over his heart and bowed his head. "My lady, I shall have my Woodsman comb the countryside for information. If this plague is the work of some warlock or hedge mage, we will find him, your grace." Upon being dismissed, he turned and left, stealing one last glance at the most beautiful woman in the world before he exited the throne room. Without sparing a single word to the others, he marched over to the nearest window, pushed it open, and dove out, the wind rising to meet him as he fell.

Within a few hours, he was standing in the middle of the Woodsman's Camp, all his knights circled around him (those who weren't currently on an assignment, anyway - he'd write to them later.)

"What's the word, chief?" spoke Harald, a big man with an axe slung over his shoulder. "Something bad enough to get us all involved?"

Samuel nodded, and addressed the crowd. "You've all heard the rumors. A plague, a serious one, something that makes monsters of men. The Queen's worried, worried enough that she set all of her Knight-Commanders on it. Now, if I know the rest of them, they're probably running about, chasing their tails right now." There were snickers at that - mocking the other knight orders was something of a woodsman pastime - "But we are going to get results. Fan out, search the countryside. Be thorough. Track down every witch, every hedge mage, everyone who can cast a cantrip and question them. If they have anything useful to say, bring them in. If they're suspicious, bring them in. Lethal force is only to be used when necessary - we want answers, not corpses. Mages are dangerous, so nobody travels alone; twos and threes, I'll let you figure it out. Any questions?"

Isabelle Vastria raised her hand. "Where are you going, chief?"

"I'm headed back to the city. If this gets worse, it could be a disaster, and the Queen's going to need someone reliable. I'll send a bird if there are any new developments. Or maybe a Harp, make them feel useful." More laughter, and Samuel raised his fist. "What are we, Woodsmen?"

"Queensmen!" came the roar in reply, and Samuel smiled.

"You have your orders. Get to work." The Woodsman bustled off to their tasks, and the wind lifted Samuel off his feet.

Azure's Gate

@tathgon

I'd absolutely be up for having Izabelle as a Woodsman, provided you're alright with her getting up to some... unsavoury business.