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The Sunday Group - The Flicker Cases

Essentially I nominate one person to be the 'clue giver' in a particular round of posting and what they come up with is what I will run with. I intend to start with a series of small relatively quickly resolved cases. I will start out with a framing of the case and a few ideas for people then we will work it out from there. We can discuss it in the OOC or I may join the 21st century and have a discord.

I really ought to ask the Lovecraftesque writers if I can hack it for urban fantasy, that would be rad...

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

This might, Camilla realized, have been a mistake. Even with the disruption Cydric was causing, the press of tree-kin was tremendous. The Grafin did well enough with her axe, hewing the beasts with great cuts that send limbs flying and splintered trunk to sappy pulp, but her own light rapier proved to be all but useless. The best she could do was to deflect the branches that would otherwise have blindsided the axe wielding noblewoman. Nor, unfortunately, was it possible to retreat to the next doorway, a heavy wooden affair that would have made a better defensive position, as the tree kin were already on the landing in number enough to begin to flank. A branch cracked against Camilla's wrist and she responded with a back hand cut which was as useless as her other strikes had been. The light flickered and danced and she glanced above her to see one of the smaller treekin crouching atop the wrought iron chandelier. It leaped at Camilla like a missle leaves fluttering as it came. The Tilean sellsword dropped her blade and caught the thing with both hands, redirecting it over the splintered railing and down into the malestrom of flaming trees below.

"Run!" Cammilla shouted at the Grafin and then leaped upwards, catching a torch sconce and vaulting up onto the chandelier landing with both feet as close as she could to the central pilus. The ancient plaster above gave way and the wrought iron ring plunged down into the spot the Grafin had just vacated with a shower of powder and a crash like the world ending. Camilla rode it down, leaping clear at the last moment and then snatching for her sword. One of the flailing limbs caught her a glancing blow and sent her staggering backwards. She bounced off the wall and tumbled over the mass of half inanimate wood and vines. Camilla tried to scramble backwards, but one of the treekin was already rearing above her like a wooden scorpion, wickedly sharp arms ready to strike down through her belly. The Grafin of Donkeubruk unceremoniously grabbed Camillia by a handful of curly hair and yanked her back through the door a heart beat before the creature struck, its arms driving into the floor hard enough to splinter both flooring and limbs.

"Come and get it ye overgrown kindlin!" a dwarven voice shouted as Thor and Gunir, having finally cleared the wall, charged in to Cydric aid. The dwarves came on with a hatred and glee that Camilla had only seen in the settling of grudges, their axes hewed the creatures down like so many corn stalks, sending sap and splintered wood flying in all directions. Nor, it seemed, were the dwarves put off by the fact that most of their oppponents were now on fire. They hacked on, beards and clothing smoking as they pressed home their attack. It wouldn't have been exactly accurate to say that the attack broke the dryads. They neither fled nor panicked but the seemed to realize that the game was up. Between one heartbeat and the next glowing eyes and thrashing timber became dead and inert firewood.

"Oh eye, run awae ye damned Elgi marrionetes!" Gunir yelled, clearly arrived. Camilla, aching and bruised sagged gratefully against the wall whispered a quiet prayer of thanks to Myrmidida.

The Pavonis Campaign - Warhammer 40000

"I think we'd better get..." Katiya began only to be interupted by a flurry of las bolts errupting from the main building. One of the shots struck her crapace armor spinning her to the ground but not penetrating the weave. The shot probably saved her life as a half dozen energized bolts tore into the side panel of the ground car above her. The paint work bubbled and burned and the metal glowed cherry red under the strikes. Katiya rolled onto her side, pulled her bolt pistol from her holster and fired three rounds into the door frame where the majority the fire appeared to be coming from. It was too dark, in the dazzling aftermath of the las fire, to be sure she hit anything though she thought she heard a scream of pain from the door way. Zeb's shot gun roared and pellets sparkled of the alumaloy of the door frame. This time there were definitely screams as well as curses. Well that answered the question as to whether this was a hostile installation. Katiya came up in a crouch, putting the groundcars engine between herself and the irregular stuttering lasfire that flickered from the windows of the main building.

"The Emperor Protects," she said in quiet prayer for protection as she reached into her great coat and withdrew a frag grenade. Thumbing the activator she stood up.

"Fire in the hole!" she yelled and tossed the bomb through the doorway. With a shout she jumped onto the hood of the ground car and then dove across the intervening distance to land against the wall. The grenade detonated with an angry orange flash and a concussive wave that she felt in her chest even through the ferocrete wall. Wasting no time she leaped to her feet and darted through the door. Two of the enemy, normally looking men in what might have been gray miners uniforms were already dead. Another was on his knees clutching at his face with blood spurting between his fingers. Katiya shot him through the head as she rushed past. The room was a large reception annex, with a utilitarian counter bolted to the floor and lockers of some kind against the walls. A pair of enemy stood on a metal stairwell that rose up to the second level, both were half dressed, evidently having been roused from sleep, but both had autostubbers. One of them ripped out a burst that would have killed Kaitya if she had been a second later clearing the door, but as it was they missed her by four feet. She heard Zeb's shotgun roar again but either he wasn't shooting at her attackers or he had missed. The angle was bad for her bolt pistol so instead she swept her powersword through the corroded metal supports in a glittering arc. Metal screamed as the stairway buckled and gave, both men lost their feet, one pitching over the rail the other rolling down the collapsing stairwell. The first man hit the ground in two pieces as the commissar's sword described a figure eight which bisected his torso, but the second man was good. He turned the momentum of his fall into a diving tackle that hit Katiya across the chest sending her powersword clattering to the ground. Her bolt pistol cracked but the shot wasn't aimed at anything and the thug drove a fist down into her wrist to try and shake the pistol free, his other hand going for a knife at his belt. Katiya kicked off the reception bench and pitched them into a roll, aiming an elbow as her attackers face but her greatcoat tangled the strike and robbed it of much of its power. They hit the glowing base of the stairwell and Katiya shoved her opponent hard against the smouldering metal. His fatigues blistered but were apparently heat resistant because they didn't burn. They rolled away from each other and regained their feet, Katiya dropping into a fighting stance and the battered man drawing a wicked looking curved knife.

"Nice try bi..." The boom of the shotgun blast smashed the mans pulped body against the nearest lockers, smearing the gray metal with blood and vicera. Zeb lowered the smoking weapon, looking battered but alive. Above them they could hear the sound of boots ringing on the metal flooring.

"We need to figure out what is going on here," Katiya told him, stooping to retrive her blade and her pistol, replacing the magazine even though she had only fired a few rounds.

"Before they can get organized."

The Sunday Group - The Flicker Cases

Welcome, please post proposed characters below in any CS format you think works. If I have questions I shall ask! Please dont move characters to the character section until they are approved.

Character Creation

**Please note that I will only be accepting a small number of Characters. This is so I can try to create a high quality personal dynamic. Please don't be upset if you are not selected if there is enough interest perhaps I will create a Wednesday Group and have occasional crossovers!**

I'm not a particularly stickler for character sheets but just so that others have a reference Id like to have applications vaguely resemble the outline below.

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Example character:

Name: Penny

Age: 32

Appearance: Tired and Stressed

Concept: Doctor Neutral

Powers/skills: Super judgey, Sublime arrogance, lofty ambition

Things Your Character Wants to Happen (probably wont):
Sleep

Things You as a Write Wants to Happen (Maybe will):
Successful group RP

Writing Sample? - Look I can't stop you from providing an writing sample but seriously, if you tell me you are an advanced RPer, I will take your word for it.

The Sunday Group - The Flicker Cases

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The Sunday Group - Paranormal Detectives

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The Sunday Group - The Flicker Cases

Everyone has a story. You know the story. The one you Aunt dusts off every Thanksgiving when the wine is flowing and the sense is going? The one about the old house on the end of the street where flowers never grow and maybe old Sweeny killed his wife and hid her in the drywall. Or perhaps it was the time your grandmother swore that she saw something floating in a broken window grinning at her. Maybe it was you. Maybe you heard strange voices out in the woods, or glimpsed something in the fog out at sea one night. Maybe you saw the same pale woman everywhere you went for a week and you swear the bitch had no reflection.

There are thousands of stories like these and they all have one things in common. Ninety nine percent of them are bullshit. Of course ninety nine percent certainty means that one time in a hundred you’re dead.

There are things out there in dark. Sometimes they leave us alone, hell maybe most times, but sometimes the snatch up babies and sacrifice them in stone circles. Sometimes the feed on the minds of the living. Sometime they set fires for the joy of watching people burn.

Who do you turn to if something like that happens? Cops can’t help, write you a prescription and ship you to a mental hospital if you even mentioned it. You need professionals, and frankly there aren’t that many people stupid enough to put their heads in that particular noose. People who know, know enough to be fucking terrified. Usually they find the deepest darkest hole they can climb into.

Want to turn to the sort of broken desperadoes still stupid enough to stand in the line of supernatural fire? Good luck with that.

Welcome to the Sunday Group

This RP will follow the adventures of the members of the Sunday Group. It is a story about the occult world behind the world, and those brave or foolish enough to want to understand it.

Somewhere in a big city in America, there is a nondescript building. It is a few stories tall and it has an extensive basement. It could easily be the Law Offices Of Boring, Dreary and Bland, no one would guess that it is the home of one of the nation’s only occult detective agencies.

Employees of the Sunday Group are a diverse bunch. Small time magical practitioners, those with strange abilities, broken down cops who have seen too much, or just regular folk who saw something they shouldn’t and want to do something about it. Everyone who works for the Group has touched the supernatural world in some way or another, and for whatever reason just cant let it go and sink back into the comforting security of the mundane.

The World

The world is very much like our own except there is a secret magical world beneath it. It isn’t happy Twilight Magical though, think of it as somewhere between Harry Dresden and the Call of Cthulhu. Many of the trappings of any Urban Fantasy will apply here and I encourage you to introduce them into the setting. Think a shotgun filled with rocksalt will take out a ghost? Great, it is in. Want werewolves to have a silver allergy? No problem. Anything you want to introduce into the setting will probably be ok. If I have a problem with it, Ill ask you to reconsider privately.

Magic for the Modern Age

Some humans have the ability to handle arcane forces, either innately or through elaborate ritual preparations. Some people gain magical powers via congress with spirits or demons, even Gods there is always a price to pay for subverting the natural order though. Sooner or later the bill comes due.

Magic exists in the world in a multitude of form and traditions. It is even possible to do some magic by computer. I dont want to put to many restrictions on people here. Many types of magic do not require the use of spells or incantations. Some people might be able to move small objects with their minds, read the surface thoughts of others, turn invisible or any number of other small boons you might come up with.

While magic can be very effective under the right circumstances it isn’t a be all and end all solution. A powerful practitioner might be able to hurl a bolt of lighting but it is normally much simpler, safer and more effective just to use a gun. Magic is a tool, use it wisely.

Who are the Players?

The players will take the roles of detectives in the drama, but this won't be an RP solely about solving crime. Personal relationships between characters, their families and dependents will be crucial to the story.

Be connected! The nature of the world is such that all the brooding loners with a tragic but unknowable backstory were exsanginuated long ago. You don’t need to like people, but you do need to depend on them to survive.

What Can I Play?

You can play a human (or near human) with some minor edge over the rest of the herd. You cannot play an immortal dragon vampire samurai. Your character should have some life experience. I don't want to flat out say that they need to be a certain age but my personal preference is to avoid the teenage types who no sane detective would want covering their back when the tentacle hits the pentacle.

Notes On the RP

This will be a small group RP. I’m looking for 3-4 players tops. I want personal interaction to matter and I just dont see that in large group RPs.

This will be a collaborative rp and we will create the world as we go, feel free to introduce detail! I will exercise some limited forms of narrative control if necessary but my instinct is to let it ride if it fits in the framework of the fiction.

This will be an 18+ RP. Sex, drugs, sex drugs and horrible nightmares from distant space times ect.

Inspirations and Style

Inspirations for this include Call of Cthulhu, Harry Dresden, Supernatural, Delta Green, the Laundry Files. The goal is to be not quite as bleak as Lovecraft but to maintain something approaching that level of horror and danger. The protagonists can effect the outcome but plenty of stuff out there is well beyond the weight class of the Sunday Group.

How to Write a Collaborative Mystery

As long time Pennyphiles will know this is my third attempt to get his rp up and running. In the past one of the problems with it was how can we present a mystery in a way that lets players interact with the mystery rather than I as the GM doling out all the intel? Fortunately I have recently played an RPG called Lovecraftesque which has given me a potential solution. I'm going to allow players to introduce clues, and then have players formulate their best guess as to what is going on in the OOCs to steer the whole thing towards a coherent narrative. I may ask you to rewrite occasionally to facilitate this, or your character may simply be wrong or deceived about events you have describe.

This is somewhat experimental and may change.

Pacing

As my Father is fond of saying 'We didn't come here to fuck spiders.' What does this mean? I honestly don't know, but the tone of this RP will be active. I don't mind a certain amount of the internal life of the character being presented but wherever possible do something rather than picking up a cup of coffee and taking four paragraphs to do it. Quality is not quantity ect ect ect.

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The Sunday Group - Paranormal Detectives

Its a hard 3-4 but I will be giving everyone a chance to make a character then picking