Sierra

Pyrrhic (A Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy RP. High Casual)

@Sierra . . . simply because there's never really been a need for the modern technology that we think about and use these days. I tagged the topic as medieval simply because I was trying to emphasize the fact that there is little to no technology in this world.

@OneWayOut

*claps slowly*

You are the first I've encountered who's actually thought through the implications of magic and how it affects technological development in a significant and realistic (IMO) degree. That wins major fake internet points. :P

Pyrrhic (A Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy RP. High Casual)

Sorta. Putting a year to it helps. What century should we expect to be existing in as a general rule?

Now here's my actual question I was waiting to ask. The party is what exactly? Are we a cohesive unit with a clearly defined goal, united in purpose ... or are we a rag-tag bunch thrown together with minimal idea what we're supposed to do and competing agendas? Just gauging exactly what I would be jumping into so I know what I should pull out of my character vault if/when I write a CS.

Pyrrhic (A Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy RP. High Casual)

*strokes nonexistent beard*

I believe I desire to know more.

The Revenant

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The Revenant

@WestWall Did I not volunteer mine earlier? I did. I can have the private room and perms and an access link in five minutes.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

@Odin It comes across with a coarse and derisive tone towards something that in no way warranted derision. That seems like textbook belittling to me. See @Superboy's comment.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

@Odin And the appropriate response to that "best solution" is to be belittling?

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

@Odin I fail to see how this adds anything meaningful to the discussion, other than possible some mild (and unnecessary) derision.

The Revenant

@WestWall First draft. This is an odd iteration of this character if you knew what he was before, but I'm quite pleased with it.

Name: Levi Yve Nykolas
Age: 37
Race: Human
Gender: Male

Profession: Soldier of Fortune - Travelling from village to village, doing whatever work is available. The march of Altar’s armies has made safe work - that which is unlikely to get him killed - a scarce find. He keeps ahead of the marching death, never staying to aid places he has learned are about to come under siege. No amount of gold has convinced him to face Altar’s legions; he would never live to collect it.

Appearance: Aged, scarred, gruff, not known for appearing friendly. He neither barks nor bites as harshly as he may appear however. He has a set of three scars cutting across the right half of his face, stemming from the corner of his mouth, the bridge of his nose, and just under his eye ... courtesy of a long night in the woods in winter and a pair of hungry wolves. His armor is a lightweight, yet durable mix of steel plate and thick leather, scratched and gouged by both blade and fang. His waistbelt is heavy with steel, a pair of high-quality arming swords he has carried for years without end, and a set of carefully balanced kunai bought from an elven trader.

some images

General idea. Armor is a bit bulky on this though (imperfect matches are why I don’t care for photos). The face is more accurate.


Better armor, slimmer and more lightweight, but the face is too young, nor does Levi carry shields. Both the swords in these are really too heavy and can’t be easily wielded off-hand.

Revenant Ability: Walk the Shadows - Levi fades from existence, leaving only a wispy black fog in his wake. He moves swiftly to strike from unexpected angles and evade attackers.

Personality: Blunt, brutally honest, and a bit pessimistic, but loyal to a fault. Though his line of work would suggest he is loyal only to wealth, he grew up on stories of heroes of old. But in his own words, “There are no great causes left to fight for, no feats worth fighting for, no battles worth dying for. There is no valor to be had in throwing one’s life away vainly trying to stop Altar’s conquest.” When the legion’s came for Dalath, his last wish was that his inevitable death would be worth something, that some townspeople could escape with their lives. In his mind there may be no heroes anymore, but sometimes one fool who tries to be can make the difference.

History: Levi originally was an apprentice blacksmith. He never finished his apprenticeship before his village had to be abandoned when word arrived that Altar’s legions had set the town in their sights and were on the march. Barely a man, he answered the call for volunteers to fight. The town’s few trained warriors planned to strike the army when they made camp, slowing their advance and buying time for the townspeople to make it to the next village. A sound plan in theory, but the god-king’s legions marched through the night, burning the town as they passed though rather than making camp. It was deemed too risky to return to the townspeople, and the war party scattered into the woods. None of them were ever sure if the townspeople made it.

Levi and a few of the others made it a day later to another town that had no idea how close the army of the apocalypse had come to them. Of the small band, only one was a trained soldier who trained the others whenever possible. Levi, being somewhat familiar with swords from forging some, picked up the skill a bit more readily than the others. As years past and they traveled, men parted the group and went their separate ways. Eventually, even Levi’s master believed it was time to settle. He said it was better to live while one could, than constantly running until the end of one’s days.

Levi carried on alone. His blacksmithing skills were still rudimentary, not proficient enough to make a profession out of, so he made a name for himself on the one other proficiency he had: swordsmanship. For years he was a travelling blade for hire, but work in that realm grew scarce over time. He kept ahead of Altar’s rampage most of the time, but during a stay in Dalath, he was caught unaware. He was among the first to notice the faint sound in the distance: a charging cavalry.

With the legions coming, there was only one thing to do: hold the line. Half the soldiers would go with the evacuating townspeople to a mountain pass a mile west of Dalath where they could hold off Altar’s army for a time. Everyone else who could swing a blade efficiently would hold the first line at the town itself to buy time for the retreat. Levi took up his place at the first line of defense. Each successive hold would buy more time than the last, but it all rested on the first one. The first-choke defense held longer than expected, cutting down nearly a battalion, but in the end it would not be enough time. The fleeing caravan did not make it to the pass in time. The second wave defense was not even a defense, it was a slaughter.

WW2 Aviation and Dogfighting RP

Are you stalking me lately? ;P

@WestWall

No ..... (I actually just saw this in the sidebar and immediately snapped to it)