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Where have Original RPs gone!? [Death of Originality]

RPing at Hogwarts - Fandom
Rping at thinly veiled Hogwarts analogue - Original

@Penny

Tar Valon is a hogwarts ripoff. prove me wrong.

Where have Original RPs gone!? [Death of Originality]

Good.

Now that we have determined this whole thing was silly and dumb in the first place we can go back to actually posting in our RPs.

@Inkarnate

Just because people are having a bit of fun doesn't mean this isn't a discussion that should be had. I'm not contributing too much because I already let my thoughts be known on the status bar. People tend to gravitate toward Fandom RP's because they're familiar, but a good original RP, if it doesn't get drowned out can get good traction.

Where have Original RPs gone!? [Death of Originality]

@Kuro

Where have Original RPs gone!? [Death of Originality]

tbh if original rps being extremely rare compared to fandom rps (which they aren't) is such a big deal just make an original rp of your own lol

/thread

@Kuro

That was essentially the status bar

Damned to the Depths

By the Gods, the woman was dangerous. Not for the first time did he wonder why he trusted her so heavily, but he found he did. It wasn't simply mutual gain either. There was a common, dark spirit they shared. Cut any throat you can to get ahead, do what you must, but in the end you needed to trust someone, as you likely lied to yourself nearly as often as you might lie to others. "First mate, that's a sound plan," He declared.

Hearing her continue, he blinked. "So Sketti told you of the Vizier?" He asked, looking at her, both leaning on the table to gaze at the map. "I was about to tell you if no one had. I am trying to keep it under wraps so the lads don't get too worked up after fighting for their lives." The Captain seemed somewhat tired, and he rubbed his eyes. Clearing his throat, he said. "We'll tell them once we begin to set sail tomorrow.

At her sensible request, he decided it was time to turn in for the night. With a final nod to one another, Calliope exited the Captain Cabin and made her way to her room. Markus sat down on his bed and took the last swig of rum, before collapsing onto his bed and finding his dreams filled with blood and dragons. For some reason, whenever he spent time around his first mate, he found his unconscious mind wandering toward such topics.

The next day, he woke to find Sketti had done a bang-up job and secured all of the Blood Axe raw goods that could be grabbed and stored to keep the men provisioned on the ships. He had some of the BloodAxe men helping haul the goods to keep them busy, but they had all been served breakfast and had been treated amiably by Markus' directive. Walking upon the gangplank with his sweeping cloak and hard look, men parted and whispered among themselves.

He passed by Sron sharpening his notched blade, sparks flying off the small sharpening wheel. The Gnoll gave a grin that showed his wolf-like teeth, giving such a sinister air that had it been directed at anyone but Markus, one might think he meant to butcher them. Markus simply recognized it as his bloodlust having been enticed from the previous day. Gnolls were notorious for enjoying the meat of slain men, and he had feasted last night.

From all across the cavern chamber, men gathered as they saw the Captain walk passed them. Those that lingered were shouted at by Sketti, Halvar, and even the wee Grimey to follow. They had served long enough to know a speech when there was about to be one. He ended his walk just where his crew had been held prisoner the night before, right below the stone wall covered in netting that wound its way up to the open room where Markus had dueled their chief.

He uttered a small incantation. A simple spell that allowed him to jump thrice his normal distance. It was dangerous to those unused to it, but he had done it before. He leaped vertically, catching the net a dozen feet up to the astonishment of the men. Silently, he ascended the net until he had reached perhaps fifteen meters above the cavern floor. His form was illuminated by the newly risen sun through the holes carved into the rocks far above them. Markus drew his sword, and found all eyes were on him.

"Grant me this!" He called, voice raised as his backsword was lifted above his head. The sword gleamed in the light. "Grant me the sun, for you shall have your day in it! No longer will you be skulking in rocks and stealing from fishermen. No longer will you be ruled and not respected. Today, we will give new meaning to BloodAxe! You are now apart of my crew, but you may keep your name in honor. We now sail to Dalib Sahara, the very heart of wealth in the Corsair Strait. Once we set fire to their ships, we'll raid freely along the coast, and even the Sultan will tremble before our might! Grant me the sun, for I will rain it's tears upon you!"

There was a moment of silence before the crowd below erupted, particularly the BloodAxes, but his crew watched in satisfaction and enjoyment as well. It was likely lost on many of his northern men, but Calliope (and anyone familiar with alchemy) would recognize the eastern belief that the tears of the sun was gold.
@Penny

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

If he hadn't run across any other monstrosities today, Neil would have said this was the strangest beast he had ever seen. Longer than a terran Orca, it was an ungulate based on the three hooves they could see along each flexible, powerful leg. It had a sloping, broad head that was framed by two huge, twisted horns and ended with a beak-like mouth that looked like it could pierce thick armor. Judging by it's scaled skin, it was cold blooded.

As it galloped toward them at terrifying speed, the thing opened its mouth to reveal its thick, mucous covered tongue that wriggled like a serpent. Neil was having none of this, and he drew his new battle carbine, aiming down its Entech Holographic sight. He fired five shots at the beast as it neared. With satisfaction, he saw he drew blood and harmed the thing. But it didn't die or even slow considerably.

It didn't seem to know who had shot it, as it swung its huge head toward Sayeeda rather than Neil, seeing her as the slimmest morsel. Gaping maw widening, Neil saw its tongue rearing back to strike. With no time to consider, he leaped in the way of Junebug as a tongue the length of this thing's body struck out and latched itself onto Neil rather than the Captain.

"Neil!" Junebug screamed as her pilot was suddenly yanked toward the beast to be devoured. Saxon, more seeing this as an opportunity to attack the monster when it was distracted rather than for any worry of Neil, roared and charged the thing. Meanwhile, with precision and a cool head only she could muster, Junebug drew her rifle and fired a burst of three rounds, effectively cutting the thing's tongue at the halfway point. Neil skidded to a halt on the ground.

The monster buckled in pain, unable to keep Saxon from grabbing its horns and grappling with the wounded beast. Corded muscles bulged as the enraged Hexa planted its own strangely hoofed feet into the ground, trying to keep the thing from tearing out of his grip. For once Saxon was the lightweight. Whatever that thing was, it likely weighed five tons while Saxon probably weighed half a ton with his armor on. Even wounded and pained, every swing of its head threatened to toss Saxon meters away.

Neil's roll had brought him dangerous close to the grappling titans, but he continued with another roll and drew his high caliber sidearm. With a smooth slide across the rough ground, he nearly crashed into the monster's head. Saxon had barely kept himself stable from another thrash, just in time for Neil to press the barrel of his gun at the thing's earhole and unload his weapon into it.

All six rounds punched into the beast's head, tearing through the inside of its skull. After a tense moment, it let out a pitiful groan and toppled into the dirt, dust billowing into the air. They had almost no time for a breather as a growl reverberated across the dense landscape.

"Hey, is Taya able to help get us out of here because I've got a bone to pick with my fake future father-in-law." He told the Captain as she tossed him his fallen carbine, having just reloaded his revolver.
@Penny

Where have Original RPs gone!? [Death of Originality]

99 percent of my RP is done 1x1. Its faster, its cleaner and as a general rule the writing is better.

@Penny

I'd like to thank the academy

The Sinful Stars

How Annika came by this information was beyond the Knight's understanding, but he knew she was telling the truth.

"Bastards," Orion spat, blood boiling. He served the aristocracy, but it always enraged him on how many of them treated their lessers. After a few moments of deliberation, he said neutrally. "Confessor, I've insulted the Duke," Before continuing on planning how to best disobey his directives.

"We can do little at the moment unless we get the door open," He began, wondering if he should break it down. That was, until footsteps were heard from the outside. Like a predator, Orion's entire body was suddenly focused, his eyes changing to deadly intensity. He held out two fingers and waved them to the left as his eyes were on the door, and Annika didn't need to read his mind to know that he was directing them to move out of sight.

He went right, moving nimbly for his size as he vaulted one of the larger chairs and disappeared behind a curve in the wall. It was at that moment the sliding door was unlocked, and it slid open for two of the Dukes Praetorian Guard to enter, confusion marring their faces when they couldn't see where their "guests" were. Orion moved like a hunting cat, easily leaving cover and leaping to land behind them.

The first has his helmet taken off and was knocked unconscious by a well aimed blow to the back of the skull. The next one tried to get his polearm in line, but the pity about long hafted weapons was that they were slow to bear, and Orion's arms suddenly surrounded his neck, the knight's bicep pressing into his throat as he slowly squeezed the man. After a few moments of struggle, he was out cold as well.

"Why not just kill them?" Ragnar asked as Orion eased the man down.

"They're soldiers of the Empire." He answered sternly. "Sister, do you know of where we can go?"
@Penny

The Sinful Stars

"This is impossible." Sister Annika said, crossing her arms before spreading them out for emphasis.

The library was quiet and peaceful, but it did little to dull the very real predicament they found themselves in. Ragnar nodded, eyes downcast as he was thinking. Unbeknownst to him, Annika could not help but cast a glimpse at his mind, and she flicked his ear. "Ow!" he cried, looking at her with wonder. She looked at him and mouthed. "Don't even think about it," and it only caused his eyes to widen even further with amazement at her 'magic.'

Orion had turned when she had flicked him, but he was lost on Ragnar fancying slipping away in the forest once they reached the treeline. Granted, Annika doubted he would actually do that, as the mind tended to wander. People often had fantasies they would never do, but they would ponder on for a time.

It was as if the exchange never happened when Orion spoke. "Yes, it is impossible." He said sternly. "I don't blame you if you wish to sue for different duties and remain here. This was why I was hesitant to wish for a confessor, particularly one like you. Dying with me isn't something I'd wish on you, Sister."

"Sir Pentecost, I don't think-" Annika began.

"And me?" Ragnar asked, pointing at himself. He wasn't unintelligent, but he looked very stupid at the moment.

"Does it matter?" He asked. "In an hour I'll be sent into the forest and I'll fight an army. Maybe if we, if I find the leader I can end it without having to take on a battalion sized group of pagans-"

Annika let out a sharp, loud sigh and walked up to Orion. She grabbed his shoulders and tried to shake him. "You fool of a Knight!" She snapped, and grabbed his cheeks to bring him eye level with her. "You handsome, thick headed fool! Engel!"

Truth be told, Orion was certainly not a fool. But long years serving without question and a mind bred for battle had a difficult time seeing a flaw in the system he served, doubly so because of the type of Baron he worked under. If he didn't focus on the task at hand, he'd likely rebel. But at Sister Annika's words, he remembered Engel from the forest.

When recognition was on his face, she smiled broadly.

"What do we do?" He asked her. His first instinct was to break through the door and slay the man, dying gloriously. But that was as much of a thought as Ragnar's fleeing. He knew it wasn't practical and the thought was gone almost as quickly as it showed up. They needed some kind of plan.
@Penny

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Delving deeper into the facility, they found themselves lost quickly and entering a large and strange storage room. Retracing their steps was possible, but most shouting they heard was from behind them and within minutes, an extremely loud and annoying alarm was sounded accompanied by red lights streaming across the walls and themselves in a revolving pattern. Saxon enlarged himself by puffing up his chest and shoulders to appear more menacing, and growled as if that would halt the alarm.

"Uh oh" was all Neil really had to say on the subject, but it proved apt when the sliding door to the storage bay area they found themselves in opened up and four armed paramilitary soldiers hustled in, rifles leading. Neil let off a few potshots, but even someone as accurate as him didn't have time to get a good bead on them before they opened fire in an orderly line. Standard formation had the front two kneeling and aiming down their sights while the back two hipfired to suppress anyone who remained firing back.

Saxon raised his armored arm and kept his face protected, but the small arms fire punctured his rough skin through the gaps in his armor. It would take far more to bring him down, but it was clearly painful. With his offhand, he hefted his fletchlette ripper and sent two cases at the direction of the doorway. At this range it had almost no accuracy to speak of, but one of the men was hit in their chest armor by a piece of shrapnel, and a man in the back was struck in his visor, making him cry out and halt firing.

Undaunted, Junebug stood in a central walkway and fired her submachine gun as the rest continued their volley, clipping one of the men in the leg and sending him down in pain, just before Neil grabbed her and yanked her into cover with him. "Hey," he snapped. "I'm supposed to be the suicidal one!"

"Then be the suicidal one and cause a distraction so I can take them down," She said. He opened his mouth to answer, then realized he had no real retort. "You see, this is why we work well together." He said. There was that maniacal grin of his as he raised his revolver. In short order, Neil left cover and rained down a hailstorm of bullets on the men, knocking one in the chest and killing the one fixing his visor.

It was Junebug's turn to take out the others, but behind them another door opened. Heavy footfalls accompanied the noise, and they knew they were about to be surrounded. It looked like it was time for Neil to take out his battle carbine. He didn't go back into hiding with Junebug though, instead continuing his course behind another stack of equipment crates, reloading his revolver just in case.

Neil looked at the symbols on the crates, and noticed they were either radioactive or carbonite cooled as if there was a huge amount of food in them to preserve. It was probably for the beasts.