SyrianHamster

Battle of Stalingrad

As this RP has regrettably slowed to nothing, I am going to count it as dead. I'm still going to be around if it picks up, as I genuinely enjoyed the writing, but I'm going to go and join another RP and can't promise I'll be back if it is revived.

All the best.

The Shadows of Aeios

Little Alice said
-SyrianHamsterThat is very nice. I like it. Accepted. I will make a CS bin in a bit. ;3

Thanks. Not that I think it'll make any difference, but I included the name of his tavern and added a new skill: Seasoned cook. I figured an inn keeper who couldn't cook in this kind of setting would be a bit odd.

Anyways, I must say, having read and reread everything, it seems you have gone to great lengths to flesh this world out. Is this all your work? Or is it a collaboration of efforts? Not that it matters either way, but it's fantastic that I actually have something to reference, rather than awkwardly making up things and praying it fits with everyone else's' input.

The Shadows of Aeios

How's this? Prepared to change whatever is needed, but would rather keep him old.

Jymson Fletcher

Name :
Jymson Fletcher
Nicknames :
Jim, Sonny
Gender :
Male
Age and birthday :
58, Summer 1244
Origin :
A commoner, born of a mother who failed as a street peddler, and an unknown soldier. Has lived in Deliar his whole life, and has never ventured beyond the city's bounds.
Length and build :
Tall, around 6’1, broadened shoulders and muscular forearms. Legs appear less developed in terms of muscle than they should be, giving him an apparent top-heavy build.
Weight :
Very round around the midsection, with a flabby chest. 19 stone, coldly put.
Sexuality :
Straight as an arrow, but his interest in the womenfolk has gone down hill rapidly owing to his advanced age.

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Appearances :

(I can find a picture, if needs be, but I prefer text to piffling someone else’s work)

Tall, wide and ugly. These three words sum up Jymson Fletcher immaculately. He keeps his head shaven, but allows his heavily greying beard to grow as far as his chest. His nose is misshapen, owing to several bar brawls of which he is often the worse off for. His skin is pale beyond his neck and forearms, but the flesh that is usually on display has a tanned quality.

His left eye is clouded over, owing to a drunken soldier’s reluctance to pay his tab. His right eye is a light blue, in homage to his once thick blonde hair.

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Occupation :
Tavern Keeper (The Boot Buckle)

Favorite phrase/saying :
“A drink, a drink, my Kingdom for a drink!” – Sarcastic response when dealing with frustrating people.
“Noxios’s bowels!” – His favourite curse in dire situations.
“You look like my ale tanks,” – When telling someone they look worse for wear.

Favorite Food :
Meat, meat and more meat. Poultry or cattle. Cheese too.

Favorite Weather and Season :
Winter. Jymson hates the heat, and hates working in it even more.

Patron God/Goddess :
Noxious – although his prayers and curses are almost always blasphemous.

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Personality :
Jymson, for all of his flaws, is generally a very nice fellow. Common spoken, he melds well with the working classes that frequent his meager tavern. He is loyal to his peers, and holds the law in high regard – when it suits his life expectancy, that is. He treats women as if they were men, and men as if they were children, owing to his advanced age and long established indifference to the gender of his customers.

History :
Jymson Fletcher was born into a harsh world. As many like him. His mother, a seller of a local baker’s wears, hooked herself up with an Imperial soldier one fateful night. Nine months later, another child was born without a father. Jymson does not hold her lack of foresight against her memory, but is bitter on the subject of children, and does not wish to have any a result.

At the age of 8, Jymson’s mother died of a pox. Not willing to enter the orphanages of the Holymen, he turned to the rough and dicey life of a street urchin until he was chanced upon by a local inn keeper. From the ages of 10 to 43, Jymson worked hard as a barkeep, and both his body and mentality reflect a lifetime spent in that environment.

He is well versed in the brewing of ale, but has always steered clear of wine, believing it to be the foods of his social superiors. Over the course of his almost permanent internship, he won several local awards for the ales he brewed, which often brought him into conflict with the more established ale houses and breweries. Some of these conflicts were almost fatal to him, and so towards the end of his years, he has scaled back his operation and uses products manufactured by others.

When the owner of the tavern passed, from natural causes no less, Jymson bought the place for everything he owned plus a small loan from the Imperial Bank – a loan he has struggled to pay back. Though business is theoretically booming, and he gets through enough ale and meat to astound other local establishments, the climbing interest rates the bank have placed upon him are becoming steeper to scale. He feels they’re doing this on purpose, to clear him out and put someone else in his place; though why he has no idea. Still, it has earned him a deep mistrust of the Imperial establishment – something he is not afraid to share with the loose mouths of his patrons.

Theme song :
This is new to me. Whiskey in the Jar (Instrumental). May be a bit too upbeat though, I’ll likely revise this at a future date if I find something a bit more sobering.

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Clothing and/or armor :

Usually found wearing a grimy white apron, with a bright green undershirt and black woollen trousers. He wears shin-high brown leather boots, full of holes and stories of a modest life.

Tools and weapons :
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Name :
Peace Keeper/Tax Collector
Description :
Jymson uses it to settle unruly customers, or to convince his debtors to pay their tabs. Keeps it under the bar, but sometimes has it hooked around his waist if he’s making a show of force.
Appearance :
A wide black frying pan, bigger than the average man’s head, it shows signs of heavy use, both from actual frying and metal-to-flesh contact. The handle is encased in wood.
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Name :
Father’s Conquest
Description :
Reminds Jymson that his life had no value to begin with, so why waste time valuing it now?
Appearance :
A soldier’s boot buckle, inscribed with the Legion and Cohort number of his father.
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Name :
Pewter Tankard with a sealable lid.
Description :
Jymson carries this everywhere. One can never tell where the next ale will come from. Of all his possessions, this is probably the most valuable – aside from his tavern.
Appearance :
A simple pewter tankard, that can be sealed to keep the beverage fresh and secure.
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Skill/Abilities :

Brew Master – Knows his way around fermentation.

Seasoned Cook - His food wouldn't fit well in a royal court, but give him some rabbit breast and some grass, and you'll get something bearable and safe.

Well Read – Can read well, and knows bits and pieces of other languages – dead, forgotten or very much alive.

Natural Peace Keeper – A life spent in and running a tavern has given this oaf a few pointers at how to make enemies amicable to each other. Usually accomplished by adding good ale.

Strong as an Ox – Though untrained with the use of a weapon, Jymson can swing anything with tremendous force, even at his advanced age.

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Traits

Physically Able - Despite being 58, a feat by any standards, let alone a lowly commoner, Jymson has kept much of his strength from his better years. However, the body being what it is, he tires quicker than his younger fellows, and there is no telling what shape his heart is in after over half a century of neglect.

Friendly – Is warm to everyone, unless they prove to be rather nasty individuals or beyond reason.

Sympathetic Understanding – Has time for troubled people, as he knows the realities of life are sometimes not down to those experiencing them.

Drinks Like a Fish – Loves his ale, and has reached a stage of functioning alcoholism.

Eats Like a Horse – Loves his meat and cheese. Very much so.



I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire.

The Shadows of Aeios

I'm sorry if this makes me look like an illiterate, half arsed muppet, but you mention date of birth on the CS. Where's the months we're using? If it's there somewhere, don't tell me where it is, I'll reread the information and find it as apt punishment.

The Fractured South - Nation RP

Either way it doesn't matter. He's a good writer, and I'd be sad for him not to come back, but the RP needs to keep moving. Like I said, he's under NPC control and it'll be down to the guys who own his region, if they do conquer it, whether or not he can have it back. I don't want to do that, but I have no idea when he's coming back, so what can I do?

The RP has reopened to new players, absent region owners are now under NPC control, treat them that way, I have replied to people who showed interested after the RP closed. Hopefully we can get this moving again.

The Fractured South - Nation RP

TheRpgGamer said
No... He said it on his RP named Dead County which I joined so that's why I know

So what makes those guys so great that he can't say "BRB 14 days" to us? lol

The Fractured South - Nation RP

Titanic said
Do it this way, put the player controlled ones under leave of absence, if they pm that they quit or don't respond in 1 month, open their nation up. They would still be conquer able but the new players have to expect a rebellion when the original owner appears.

I'm veering more towards punishment. Leaving without a word said for days on end is a dick move in my book. They'll be able to reapply for their nation, but if its been taken over, it's down to the new owner's discretion as to whether they can have it back.

Okay, I'll update the region owners section, reopen the RP and we'll see what happens. From now on, Bishop, Gamer and Senor's regions are to be treated as NPC. Treat them as if they have been this whole time, and that way you guys wont be stuck up in the north for the next 10 weeks.

EDIT: Gamer is alive. Busy as Bishop may be, his region's silence breaks the flow of things. He will be reverted to NPC, this is not out of anger, it's just, bitches need to interact and they can't do it if the province has gone dark.

The Fractured South - Nation RP

Obviously, with the departure of the original players, we need to work out how we do this. Do I revert the abandoned provinces first to NPC control, and then open it? Or do I offer new players to take over them? Do I give new players free choice over any region? What'd you guys think?

The Fractured South - Nation RP

HMS Fractured South has sprung a few leaks and is listing dangerously towards an early death. It'd be a shame, but from what I can gather by other threads, it's reached the average life expectancy.

Still, as GM I feel somewhat responsible for letting it happen.

Looks like Bishop has gone, he's not done anything in days has he? Across the guild, I mean, which tells me he's either been involved in a drug bust or one his Orcs manifested itself in reality and has declared Kingship over his house. Would making his nation NPC remove this problem? He could take control, if he ever gets back, but an empty seat is game breaking in a nation RP.

Orangebox is busy trying to make a future for himself in the academic world, but assures me he will return. Is his absence holding anyone up? If so he'll be temporarily relegated to NPC control to allow things to continue.

RPGGamer looks like he got caught for smuggling vodka into school and has been grounded from electronics for the rest of his life, so his nation will revert to NPC. I've made that up, I don't know where he is, but as punishment for his absence I will brand him a vodka smuggler.

Senor looks like he crashed into the docks before he even left the harbour, sadly, and I will be reverting him back to NPC unless I hear something in 24 hours.

Who else do I need to destroy?

The Shadows of Aeios - A medieval RP.

It's good to see someone flesh out the world from all the angles.

As it happens, I've been looking for a realistic, nitty gritty medieval RP and I think this could be it. What kind of storyline are we looking at? A group of guys and gals meet up and embark on some quest? Or is it more freeform, with a general theme tying everyone together?