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Zeus23@enmuni I plan to stick to my guns regarding the size. While I'm open players running side characters when it makes sense, too many RPs collapse under the weight of too many cooks.
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STATUS: Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad. 8 days ago
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Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad.
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16 days ago
She wanted to read, she wanted to write, but the main thing she wanted was something to fight
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1 yr ago
Make it clear that you don't need him to be reading Dante tomorrow. Also suggest it would be fun if you had a private language that you could use to mock English speakers in secret.
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2 yrs ago
Luckily history suggests an infinite ability for people to be shit heads ;)
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Achmed the Snake
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Early 30's. I know just enough about everything to be dangerous.
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@Tlaloc Im very skeptical of rp success once it gets over 4 players far too much opportunity to stall out. Im hoping that having players actively collab with lore will help maintain engagement.
@Tlaloc I don't mind you asking! Yes I plan to stick to 3-4 players. I'll be selecting them based on the concepts, are they interesting? Do they add something to the world? Do they fit in with the supernatural noir vibe?
I believe we have enough interest the OOC is up https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/195524-a-hard-rain-urban-fantasy-rp/ooc
Dark Streets
The city is all around you, a hungry, embracing darkness, it is an insatiable machine that draws in lives and grinds them to ruin. We dress it up with parks, with developments, with fucking shopping malls, but that doesn't change what it is. Beneath the glitz and glamor, behind the broad defensive walls of the suburbs, beneath the feeble glare of streetlights, the city is a relentless monstrous beast, gorging itself on a cornucopia of flesh and corruption. And that is just the humans.
Beneath the streets dark forces are at play. Covens of vampires move through the night, stalking their next victims. Strange fae courts dance to music no mortal can hear, granting gifts to humans that twist in their hands to destroy their very souls. Dark things from the infernal realm ride behind the eyes of inconspicuous business men and leering insane wizards plunge daggers into the hearts of their sacrificial victims. Worse yet these forces move against each other, grinding mortal and magical alike between their titanic metaphysical mass.
The social contract, once upheld by quaint ideas of honor and hospitality, is fraying. The system strains under its own weight and it is only a matter of time before the whole thing comes down in flaming ruin. Some people try to hold on, others see a chance to swing a wrecking ball but one thing is certain:
A storm is coming.
If you want to survive the storm, you had best get busy...
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Hello! My most recent reading has inspired me to once again attempt an urban fantasy game. In this story we will all play various mortal or supernatural creatures trying to survive in an increasingly corrupt and authoritarian hidden world.
The Characters - The characters may be any kind of supernatural creatures, or perhaps clued in mortal of some sort. Whatever you pick you will be responsible for the lore of that faction, that means that if you pick a werewolf you are responsible for coming up with things like rules for transformation, the role they play in the city ect.
Regardless of the lore the characters will be the have-nots of the magical community. If you are a werewolf you are at odds with the bigger pack, if you are a vampire you are a young one expected to serve and keep their mouth shut, you are disenfranchised from magical society and almost everyone is bigger and badder than you. The status quo isn't your friend, although if it comes down there is no certainty that what comes after will be any better.
Politics and Plot - While I have a general plot in mind it will depend heavily on the players and the characters they choose to play. I will expect and solicit contributions from the players to make the world work in a logical and dramatically satisfying way.
Small Group - I will only be accepting 3 (possibly 4) players in order to stop everything from grinding to a halt.
Character Sheets - I hate character sheets, however I am forced to admit they are a necessary evil in a group RP. You may submit your character sheet in any form you see fit providing it contains the following:
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Name:
Character Concept : eg Vegan Vampire, Wisecracking Wizard, Foppish Fae ect
Physical Description: How would a random on the street describe you?
General Background: A basic history of your character. PLEASE KEEP THIS BRIEF. You may wish to modify your background, add in events, include contacts, weave in plot threads ect.
Powers: A general outline of your powers, this will not be exhaustive but you should give us some idea of what you are capable of. Keep in mind you are an underdog and you won't be able to reshape reality to your will. Any powers you have are likely to be general to your kind.
Fear: What does your character fear?
Desire: What does your character want?
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Please post your characters in the OOC for approval. As stated I will be keeping the number of players small so acceptance is not guaranteed.
@POOHEAD189 Maybe I was left so desolate by your absence that I reflexively started an RP?
@Ducksworth It is both. You get to make up the lore, but you are the underdog. You get to decide how the vampire power structure works but your character will be at the bottom.
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Dark Streets
The city is all around you, a hungry, embracing darkness, it is an insatiable machine that draws in lives and grinds them to ruin. We dress it up with parks, with developments, with fucking shopping malls, but that doesn't change what it is. Beneath the glitz and glamor, behind the broad defensive walls of the suburbs, beneath the feeble glare of streetlights, the city is a relentless monstrous beast, gorging itself on a cornucopia of flesh and corruption. And that is just the humans.
Beneath the streets dark forces are at play. Covens of vampires move through the night, stalking their next victims. Strange fae courts dance to music no mortal can hear, granting gifts to humans that twist in their hands to destroy their very souls. Dark things from the infernal realm ride behind the eyes of inconspicuous business men and leering insane wizards plunge daggers into the hearts of their sacrificial victims. Worse yet these forces move against each other, grinding mortal and magical alike between their titanic metaphysical mass.
The social contract, once upheld by quaint ideas of honor and hospitality, is fraying. The system strains under its own weight and it is only a matter of time before the whole thing comes down in flaming ruin. Some people try to hold on, others see a chance to swing a wrecking ball but one thing is certain:
A storm is coming.
If you want to survive the storm, you had best get busy...
Hello! My most recent reading has inspired me to once again attempt an urban fantasy game. In this story we will all play various mortal or supernatural creatures trying to survive in an increasingly corrupt and authoritarian hidden world.
The Characters - The characters may be any kind of supernatural creatures, or perhaps clued in mortal of some sort. Whatever you pick you will be responsible for the lore of that faction, that means that if you pick a werewolf you are responsible for coming up with things like rules for transformation, the role they play in the city ect.
The Underdogs - Characters will be the have-nots of the magical community. If you are a werewolf you are at odds with the bigger pack, if you are a vampire you are a young one expected to serve and keep their mouth shut, you are disenfranchised from magical society and almost everyone is bigger and badder than you. The status quo isn't your friend, although if it comes down there is no certainty that what comes after will be any better.
Politics and Plot - While I have a general plot in mind it will depend heavily on the players and the characters they choose to play. I will expect and solicit contributions from the players to make the world work in a logical and dramatically satisfying way.
Small Group - I will only be accepting 3 (possibly 4) players in order to stop everything from grinding to a halt.
"I'll uh... make sure the troops are set sir," Sel replied, the infalible soldiers sense that it was time to get the frak out of here prodding her.
The troops were in fact, set, having spread out around the house and set up stong points in the gardens. Only two soldiers from each squad were outside to serve as sentries, the remainder having retreated inside to make themselves more comfortable. There was no obvious drunkenness yet, not that Sel particularly cared so long as there were something left for her.
“Elara!” Sel called to the specialist as she rounded a corner to find second squad busily rifling cabinets in a pantry. The red head straightened with a guilty look, a whole chicken in one hand and a sack of what might have been flour in the other. A plump looking woman in a chefs outfit was wringing her hands but making no move to interfere.
“Uhhh…” Elara temporized but Sel waved her concern away. She didn’t give two freaks what the troops got up to so long as they didn’t burn the building down.
“Better not let Sergeant Crispin find you doing that,” she advised as Private Calfred emerged caring a pair of large fruit that he was studying with a perplexed expression. At least Sel thought it was a perplexed expression, from her experience it was possible Calfred lacked any substitutes.
“He is out establishing an OP about a click down the road, he…”
A bright orange fireball erupted on the side of the valley. The lights went out and a moment later the sound and overpressure reached them, rattling the windows and shaking jars of herbs from shelves. Sel unslung her las gun but before she could say a word there was a blinding net of light flashing in the sky as the void shield that protected the compound shattered.
“Down!” Sel shouted and dropped behind a counter. The storm which had been kept outside by the void shield was sucked in as the high pressure below voided outwards. A wall of snow and icy air surged into the valley from all directions. Several windows exploded inwards under the deluge, glasses crashed and shattered and silverware clattered across the floor. After a few moments Sel found her feet. It was almost pitch dark so she took a luminator pack from her belt and clipped it to the lug beneath the barrel of her rifle. The cold white beam swept the kitchen. None of the windows had been broken though several were now sporting large cracks.
“God Emperor, sometimes I wish they put me to peeling tubers instead of dealing with this shit,” Sel cursed. Elara came to her feet, grimly holding her roast chicken by one leg, the other hand on the grip of her gun.
“They say he has a plan for all of us,” she commented piously. Sel stepped over the ruins of cookware and kicked open the door to the balcony. Ice and snow buffeted her as she made her way to the two troopers who had been outside. Baffin and Cordoba were both alive, though the sudden storm of snow seemed to have stunned them. They had been fortunate that the large oozlite planter they had been using as a rest for their heavy bolter had acted as cover.
“All good?!” Sel shouted over the still turbulent winds. The cold was markedly more intense, biting at her neck and wrists.
“Think so Coporal,” Baffin responded, coming back to his feet. His hands went to the heavy bolter, methodically wrenching the charging handle back to cycle a round through the breach, ensuring the weapon was still serviceable.
“What in the God-Emperor’s name was that?”
“Looks like someone blew up one of the void shield nodes, or a power generator,” Sel said.
“An accident maybe?” Cordoba asked skeptically.
“An accident right after we get here?” Sel scoffed, “Keep dreaming.”
The troops were in fact, set, having spread out around the house and set up stong points in the gardens. Only two soldiers from each squad were outside to serve as sentries, the remainder having retreated inside to make themselves more comfortable. There was no obvious drunkenness yet, not that Sel particularly cared so long as there were something left for her.
“Elara!” Sel called to the specialist as she rounded a corner to find second squad busily rifling cabinets in a pantry. The red head straightened with a guilty look, a whole chicken in one hand and a sack of what might have been flour in the other. A plump looking woman in a chefs outfit was wringing her hands but making no move to interfere.
“Uhhh…” Elara temporized but Sel waved her concern away. She didn’t give two freaks what the troops got up to so long as they didn’t burn the building down.
“Better not let Sergeant Crispin find you doing that,” she advised as Private Calfred emerged caring a pair of large fruit that he was studying with a perplexed expression. At least Sel thought it was a perplexed expression, from her experience it was possible Calfred lacked any substitutes.
“He is out establishing an OP about a click down the road, he…”
A bright orange fireball erupted on the side of the valley. The lights went out and a moment later the sound and overpressure reached them, rattling the windows and shaking jars of herbs from shelves. Sel unslung her las gun but before she could say a word there was a blinding net of light flashing in the sky as the void shield that protected the compound shattered.
“Down!” Sel shouted and dropped behind a counter. The storm which had been kept outside by the void shield was sucked in as the high pressure below voided outwards. A wall of snow and icy air surged into the valley from all directions. Several windows exploded inwards under the deluge, glasses crashed and shattered and silverware clattered across the floor. After a few moments Sel found her feet. It was almost pitch dark so she took a luminator pack from her belt and clipped it to the lug beneath the barrel of her rifle. The cold white beam swept the kitchen. None of the windows had been broken though several were now sporting large cracks.
“God Emperor, sometimes I wish they put me to peeling tubers instead of dealing with this shit,” Sel cursed. Elara came to her feet, grimly holding her roast chicken by one leg, the other hand on the grip of her gun.
“They say he has a plan for all of us,” she commented piously. Sel stepped over the ruins of cookware and kicked open the door to the balcony. Ice and snow buffeted her as she made her way to the two troopers who had been outside. Baffin and Cordoba were both alive, though the sudden storm of snow seemed to have stunned them. They had been fortunate that the large oozlite planter they had been using as a rest for their heavy bolter had acted as cover.
“All good?!” Sel shouted over the still turbulent winds. The cold was markedly more intense, biting at her neck and wrists.
“Think so Coporal,” Baffin responded, coming back to his feet. His hands went to the heavy bolter, methodically wrenching the charging handle back to cycle a round through the breach, ensuring the weapon was still serviceable.
“What in the God-Emperor’s name was that?”
“Looks like someone blew up one of the void shield nodes, or a power generator,” Sel said.
“An accident maybe?” Cordoba asked skeptically.
“An accident right after we get here?” Sel scoffed, “Keep dreaming.”
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