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mecha rp?

I hadn't decided a setting yet, but I like the idea of a near future earth, or earth knock off. Possibly a frontier colony. Our characters could be settlers who build their own mechs and then explore, defend their home steads, combat each other. Maybe alien contact. Each pilot builds/ buys their own mechs which allows people to have various ones from various styles. If your character is part of a gang, maybe you'd pick a mechwarrior style. Boy genius might pick megas xlr. I'd say size cap on three or four stories, but we can go down to ten more realistically. They'd all be single piloted. That's my General idea

mecha rp?

Cool. If more people showed interest, we could possibly all be on the same team i guess, fighting npcs, or some of us are for opposite counties. Not sure how that'd play out yet. I didn't really put a lot of thought into this yet, since there hasn't been much interest. If it generates more, i'll try to come up with something, but expect a free form sorta setting, with a broad, fairly generic background.

There Are No Heroes

Do you want to wait a day or two for Auggie to maybe catch up, or just role with it.

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Rockette said
Variety is good! Though will you stick with the Golem thing?I ask because my love for such was brought about Origins and Shale and I'm thinking, ooohyes.Or do a dwarf.Those are awesome.And we don't have one.

I was actually originally planning a duo of a con artist kinda guy, and a golem but primal didn't allow it in the original thread and I forgot to ask in this one, so we have Kyrtaar instead. Still need to find a roleplay for that pair though, trying to play them was the original reason I joined the site.

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Pathfinder said
Last time I checked, deathbolts killed people.

If you get wounded, I can just amputate the limbs

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Pathfinder said
I would say that if you really wanted to go with the heavy hitter route, then I wouldn't be abrasive to it. However as it stands we have 2 tanks, 1(?) mage, 3 sneakies, 3 warriors, and a nymph. If you were going to move out of the big guy rought we could use a healer of sorts because all our mage knows how to do is shoot death bolts, or maybe an explorer that doesn't really fight as much but can move in all terrains and knows a lot about said terrains. Just a suggestion but mull it over.

You say deathbolts like it's a bad thing

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Rockette said
Your signature amuses me.

Thanks! :D

Naunix said
That signature just causes me to have flashbacks of all the deaths I've had via fiddle ult over the past 4 years of LoL-ing........stupid crows >_<

Fiddles too stronk

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Kyrtaar's journey to Baalor had been remarkably terrible. When it was determined the arrow sticking out of his back wasn't fatal, they left it in to tend to Mundhir's wounds. A rider had been kind enough to give him his horse, and went to ride in the wagon with the minotaur and 9, but it was still hell. Every time the horse stepped on uneven ground, or moved at a pace quicker than a trot he could feel it. When they finally reached the ruins, and only after the arrow was removed, was Kyrtaar finally able to sleep. It was the first night in a long time, that he slept without terrors. He slept for 12 hours, a long and dead sleep, almost unhealthily long for an Elf, who were known to sleep for only a few short hours a day.

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7 Days later, Ruins of some old place

Status

Health: Stiff in left arm, recovering, strong and well.
Inventory: Leather vest, cursed book.

Kyrtaar passed the days idly, growing in the strength, and was feeling for the most part, great. There was ambient sunlight he could sit in when he wished, and after a few requests, had been supplied with books to read. Standard texts but still, reading was reading. He chose to keep to himself for the most part, but when he desired company, he found the half-elf girl to be the most pleasant. He never divulged much information with her, nor did he press her for any, but he enjoyed the idle chat between books. Honestly, Krytaar was content with a warm bed, regular meals, and books to read after the jungle and escape, but was starting to grow restless now that his strength returned to him, bringing the night terrors back with them. Other than his current tendency to roll his left shoulder due to the soreness, one could no tell he had been in a fight for his life just a week ago.

On the seventh day, Kyrtaar was sitting in the sunlight, reading, when the prince entered. He hadn't seen him for a week, and remembered he was the man forcefully keeping him here. Kyrtaar looked up from his book, suddenly annoyed. And in the most grandiose speech and reminder of his royalty, he freed them, but continued with information about his poisoning, and continued with a request for aid. Kyrtaar sighed, and stood up, weighing the odds. The minotaur broke the ice by shouting some halfbrain-ed agreement on the condition he got to look at a war machine.

Kyrtaar was about to speak up, when the eye patched man entered the room, smiling. Ever the happy man, Kyrtaar was astounded by the man's escape from the citadel, when he had literally run off by himself. He had honestly assumed the unnamed man had died. The forest creature was next, and again Kyrtaar found his gaze lingering, not unpleasantly so either. She talked of forest allies, and weighed in offering a guess at her age. But Kyrtaar knew the forest creatures to be fickle beings at best, and volatile at worst, but he would keep this to himself. Kyrtaar let his eyes linger on the girl for another second before stepping forward, and speaking.

"I'll help, although I may regret it." Kyrtaar paused, and added. "You children of the earth lead such energetic, short lives." He finished.

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Yeah, it needs hamster's approval

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We're past the part where detainment would be needed, buddy pal!