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@RedVII A quick reminder to join our discord if you're still interested in joining, as we are currently in talks with potential applicants about their characters so far.

Two applicants have applied in the casual OOC which means we've hit our minimum to keep moving forward, but I aim to have the advanced OOC up and running by the end of the week, with the IC moving over after its creation. Once the second wave of applicants is accepted, we'll timeskip and move on with the main plot. For now, we're running smaller, briefer prompts around Goodnight.
Thank you very much for your application, I'm proud to announce that Ellen is accepted! Please move her over to the characters tab.
Tentative interest! I'd have to see more of what you've got first
Thank you for the interest!

@Pascal the current cast can be found on our current OOC. I'm only the Co-GM, meaning I largely handle OOC affairs like recruitment and discussion amongst players. As such, I've got a character as well. Our GM, Bazmund, plays the NPCs and handles IC progression and has no single character to his name. A lot of the characters are average joes, but intriguing in their own right. We really wanted to get across the point that these people are just normal civilians. I'll put a quick summary here:

Abigail, the trailer trash teenager
Zephyr, the pagan bus driver
Matt, the drag racer
Angeline, the professional ballerina

If you'd like to talk with the owners of those characters or get to know a bit more about the RP, I'm again going to plug the discord - the link is on the main post up there. We'd be happy to chat with you!













Before long, after only a few more turns, the air had turned from smoke to heat and the glow inside the buildings they were passing had erupted out into the streets. More than once, Sam had to stop and turn back in order to find the thin paths left between the flames and the rubble. Scenes of chaos where either serious firepower or rogue mages had torn up the streets and set fire to gas mains dotted the city, turning the streets into a horrific maze of carnage and heat. It was more than riots that had gripped the city, now; it was magic. More than before.

Eventually, the car came to a stop, settling to a silent stillness in the patch of space before a ramp down into the bowels of an underground car park attached to a mall. Smoke was pouring from the road down, the place unlit and dark save for the flickering of improbably growing fires spreading from the vehicles within.

Sam turned around and tapped Zack, eyes suddenly wide.

Zack’s eyes stopped glowing and his senses returned to him.

“Zack, the whole fucking city is on fire, and our exit is too. I’d expected a little fire to avoid, but I think some fucking crazy motherfucker has an agenda.”

“Woah. Yeah, that’s fucked. Think we can still make it?”

Sam glanced to Zephyr.

“We don’t have a choice.”

Without a word more, the car jerked forwards again, turning down into the depths of the car park. One floor down, two floors down, a full three floors down below the ground before it came to a stop, with every floor above them creaking and groaning ominously.

At the bottom floor, Zack jumped out of the car before it even stopped, sprinting desperately into the smoke. After two minutes, he shouted back.

“Alright, it’s open, go go g-”

He was cut off by a shriek from above - the scream of tearing metal - as the ceiling gave way before Sam could hit the accelerator, and the torn end of an iron girder hit the concrete floor, blocking the car’s way as debris started to crumble down around the crew.

“Fuck!”









Important Information




Hello, dear friends, and welcome to the world of Paradigm Shift. This is a roleplay where your character is a newly awakened magician, with no particular training or extensive background in magic, who is rescued shortly after their awakening by an agent of the Violet Underground and whisked away to safety just barely in the nick of time.

This isn’t an RP about saving the world, and it’s not a game where every plot line will have a happy ending. There will be loss and pain in equal or greater amounts as there will be joy and hope. You will be dealing with forces that were, and are, almost entirely beyond human comprehension - and you will also be dealing with forces created by mankind, too. This will be a story about survival as much as about being the good guy, and I personally have very high hopes for it. The roleplay started several months ago with a small cast and, with a few of our members moving on, we have decided to move the RP to the advanced section where less frequent posting is expected and a focus on quality over quantity is encouraged.

Before we truly begin, however, some ground rules…







- Expanded Lore -

Stories and Detail
















With the lore set out, we are presently looking for AT LEAST two interested new applicants to fill up slots that have been previously filled by old members. If you are interested in joining, please let us know in this thread. We'd also like to invite you into our dedicated discord server to chat with the current members, ask any questions and tell us about your character ideas.



Yeah ofc man, don't take that to be a criticism. It's up to the players to make up their responses, you've clearly got a lot more planned in the imminent future - I just wanted my intro post to be a prelude to the more elaborate collabs with actual dialogue.
It's more than fine if we don't get a precise date, I just wanted to figure out what I can play with when I start doing the proper collab posts. Presently, there isn't much to respond to when we're stood around the gates.
Sorry for the brevity, there's never usually much to work with in the intro post!

@Roman, since Roderick's such a stoic character and me and Dino are real fast at collabs, I wanted to make a pseudo-epistolary form where the introduction to our collab is laid out like a bunch of archived letters. For that, I was hoping to have the precise location and the date/time of day - would you be willing to provide that in your IC posts?
In the Bourdonne county, the fields were burning.

Rioting had broken out amongst the labourers in the province, the culmination of many months of poor management and cruel suppression of the spread of the plague amongst the borders of the once pleasant pastures that supplemented the Bourdonne coffers. Their spirited mares choked on the smoke, colts and fillies that would have gone to showmen now butchered at the hands of their owners to feed themselves - and in retaliation, the knights responded by setting fire to the harvest to starve out the protesters and draw their attention away from sieging the lordship’s estate and castle. This was one province out of many, but the first to begin to cannibalise itself in the wake of the Blight. With the Bourdonne retinue holding strong and the nobleman’s stockpiles high, the Bourdonne family stood a decent chance at withstanding the initial assault.

Simultaneously, the sole heiress of the ruined province was eyeing the vastness of the palace gates alongside her steadfast companion. Unbeknownst to Lady Alexi Bourdonne, a litany of measures had been put into place to not only protect her fortune but also her wellbeing and her identity; she was swathed from head to foot in fabric, a heavy veil pinned to her wimple, a pinafore buttoned over her full length gown, and gloves that reached her elbows have been reported by eyewitnesses when travelling throughout the kingdom of Vasilius, though her letters (see appendix) imply that she shed some of these protective layers in less populated areas. Scholars largely agree that the initial meeting had shrouded the young maiden in complete anonymity. Their preferred weapon of choice to defend this was silence. Neither the heiress nor her hired muscle said a word upon approaching the palace gates, kept a respectable distance from the others and refused to participate in idle conversation until all of the heroes had gathered.

As for Roderick la Rochelle, the looming figure was more identifiable by his features than his armour. Like many of the Bourdonne retinue, the knight wore plain and pragmatic plate with no identifying insignias to allow the lordship to exert his terrible will upon both his people and the peasantry of neighbouring provinces with the plausibility of blamelessness. All it took - especially in the company of such far-fetched and unlikely adventurers - was the addition of his helm to mask his identity to any onlookers. The amusing height difference acted as a deterrent to any curious souls who sought to approach the girl and peek under the veil, making the cruel figure seem even larger than he truly was. His silence, however, was not uncommon; were it not for the donation of Lady Bourdonne’s complete set of letters, archivists would have very little to quote from this formidable presence amongst the party.
Hell yeah. You've got two interested players off the bat.
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