I have been writing as a hobby for longer than you have been alive. I have been a regular member and roleplayer of no less than fourteen different online forums during that time (including the old RPG), fivesix eight of which no longer exist.
I was previously a regular on the Homestuck forums, but I became so sick of thread turnover there that I asked around and eventually found the Guild. Since joining, I have exclusively only participated in Advanced RPs. Before Mahz gave NRPs their own subforum, I used to be an NRP regular in the Advanced Subforum. I am a Guildfall survivor, and know/regularly write with a few others.
If you ask anybody who has written with me in previous RPs, they should tell you that I have a generally open schedule, I post regularly and in a timely fashion, and I never drop an RP once I join unless the thread dies. Some of them may tell you that I have extensive expertise within the realms of Biology, Psychology, and Physics, which I will make no effort to validate since there is no way I can provide hard proof of aforementioned alleged expertise to anybody over the internet (though I am happy to try and answer any questions you send my way).
My favorite fandom is the Myst franchise, which seemingly nobody other than me has ever heard of.
I was a Contest Moderator for the Writing Contests Subforum for just a little bit over two years. I wrote the Moderation Policy for that subforum and I ran a contest called the Twelve Labours; you can still go there and see all of them and the entries people wrote for them in the Contests Section and the Victory Archives.
I have been quadruple secret banned from the guild discord. That is not a joke.
adding a post after work today. Luca's incapacitated a bit, so if you're interested in posting again ahead of my move, feel free, that would make plenny o sense.
Luca is free to have already regained actuator control if you like, though if you want him to remain immobile for the time being I will not stop you.
Now do not mind me, just making a few changes here.
Hey Donny. Got a job for you. It’s out of town, but the client is in a bit of a tizzy and is feeling generous. They’ve already directly wired you a hefty consultation fee (after my finder’s fee of course) and have promised more if you can get down there and help them out with a bit of troubleshooting.
Went ahead and booked you a first-class private jet (the usual one with the same attendants). You’re headed to New Nemea. It’s a real short flight a ways Northeast of Los Angeles, been there a few times (and mentioned you to a few discerning individuals, you’re welcome). I’ll be honest: Place is a little on the weird side. Really antiquated fashion down there. Really antiquated, the Mormons got nothing on these guys. But our friends up there known their business. Once you get out of the airport, I booked you a ride from the only limousine service in town, and its styled more as a carriage type of deal – you’ll be sharing it with a few other people (sorry).
Doubtlessly you’ll want to take in the sights a bit and arrive fashionably late, but once you’re ready you’ll want to get in touch with Platter Aesch. Bit of a button-man, be nice but not too nice. Have fun and keep in mind all the schools down there are probably historical sites.
To whomever it may concern that remains of the De Vigny line,
I am Lord Aldric Fihr Alim Wystan Archelaus Cailean Aibek Enlil De Palenbergo. My deepest condolences upon you for your loss in regards to the plagues that have stricken your land, and my most heartfelt blessings for your continued health, should this letter find its way to any worthy remaining heirs.
I was duly instructed by mine own lord to take unto my own brow the governance of the late Lord De Vigny’s lands during this disturbed interim period. I am pleased to say that while there was a small issue of banditry, revolt, and general unpleasantness in the absence of any true nobility, I have largely restored order and there is no remaining sign of the plague.
I entreaty you to come and visit me at my villa within the town of New Nemea, so that we might speak further of returning these lands to their rightful owner. I have a courier carriage awaiting your arrival at the stable for your family hold. Present to them this letter and they shall carry you to your destination; I do confess that the lands surrounding New Nemea are of transitory stability and would not recommend your independent passage otherwise. For this very same reason, you may be sharing the carriage with a number of other personages. I pray that you do not take this as a sign of insult; the necessity is born solely of mine own fault and the accommodations are as pleasing as I have been able to reasonably arrange.
Hey Andy, sorry to spring this on you out of nowhere but it’s pretty urgent and time sensitive so please get back to me asap. You remember Tafans, the Kanuri boy you helped get adopted due to his congenital issues? I was just contacted by his new family doctor and they are somewhat hesitant (read: terrified) to proceed given their lack of expertise with Tafans’ particular problem. When I asked his new family why they hadn’t tried getting him into a larger hospital somewhere else they gave me some pretty shady bullshit excuse about their finances and insurance. I’m already looking into an official review of his domestic situation, but for the moment he really needs to be treated before the problem gets any worse. I know you were planning to leave for Africa again, but this should hopefully only take a few days.
I need you to fly over to New Nemea immediately so you can handle this. Give me your flight information once you’re booked and I’ll arrange for a car service to pick you up (it’s a weird carriage/van thing I think, so you’ll be sharing it with a few other people).
Hey Luca, I am sorry that I am not sorry for suborning you like this. Once you can move again, you will be planet-side in a small city called New Nemea. You are going to regain motor control in a transport with a few other people – you will want to stick close to the dorky looking redhead and meet up with your contact, who goes by the name Platter Aesch. Be helpful and try not to get killed, and maybe you can get out of your little predicament a bit better off for it all.
If you decide to be a pain and ask anybody to help you out while you are still immobile, you are going to be left down on that rock forever. Weigh that option carefully.
Deveca Ariett Lecture & Symposium Guest – University of New Nemea School of Engineering
On the back is a reminder written in permanent marker that there will be a shuttle of some kind at the airport to pick you up and take you to the university proper.
A little charm intended for a practical demonstration of dimensional magic. It was supposed to have enough power to get you here and then back to your mentor – but that was apparently not the case. Either that or something is keeping it from working.
Looking around, you appear to be in some kind of carriage with a few other people.
Like everything else about New Nemea, the interior of the car featured remarkably anachronistic aesthetics. Anybody who had seen a stretch limousine before would have been able to identify it as one, but the interior décor would have driven even the most unconventional interior designers mad. The seats were all made of carved and treated wood upholstered with canvas, while the window curtains were all made from a fine cream-colored silk. Most of the interior paneling and details were made from molded brass, and most of the controls for the air conditioning, radio, and television were conspicuously large arrangements of pewter buttons and dials. The interior lighting took the form of several luminescent, orchid-shaped arrangements along the walls – in addition to light, they seemed to emit a faint blue gas that rose and pooled against the limousine’s roof, forming gaseous eddies whenever one of the passengers made any abrupt movements. Set against the back wall was a wide-screened television rimmed with what the discerning eye could have distinguished as elaborately shaped and engraved electrum. A combination saloon and stereo system took up most of the space along the left-hand wall, hewn mostly from wood but adorned with handsome brass caps and rails. The selection of drinks was most politely described as eccentric, with some of the bottles either faintly shaking or glowing ominously, if not both.
The view outside the limousine’s windows was somewhat more quaint. Any corner of the ‘city’ of New Nemea could have been readily mistaken for a rural European village street. The ground itself between the rough-worn sidewalks was cobblestone; the residences and buildings passing by all hewn from wood and primitive caulking. Standing in stark contrast were the lights at each intersection – large levitating spherical constructs of yet more engraved pewter and brass, idly listing to-and-fro in the air and secured in placed only by loose tethers between the nearest buildings. Each one emitted a hum that could be heard audibly even from within the limousine, and their lights had a distinctly neon brilliance.
Most of the people outside wore the kind of simple, casual clothing expected of average city-dwellers, but occasionally there would pass amongst them an individual wearing curious adornments – a woman with glowing orange eyes wearing a full ball-gown in open day, rough looking men wearing chainmail over brand hoodies, shadier looking men wearing fluted mail underneath tailored suits, and the occasional, poorly-disguised, seething mass of centipedes contriving to ambulate in a humanoid form hidden from sight by cloaks and brass masks. The chauffeur for the limousine – clearly visible in the front seat through the glass partition between the front and back – was a generically handsome man with an earnest smile wearing a sharp, pressed uniform. His hands appeared to be painted silver, and he constantly emitted a very faint ticking noise.
The limousine stopped at a particularly empty intersection as the chauffeur patiently waited for the levitating light to change. The interior of the limousine, previously dimly lit, was suddenly flooded with natural light as the rising sun broke through the blockade of buildings to the East – clearly illuminating the occupants to each other.
Does that mean that any who are not those characters will not be participating in the first iteration, or merely that other characters will not be present in it until further notice?
I am afraid that those are all the characters who will be in the first iteration. (Note that yours has been edited in).
On that note: Submissions for new characters are now closed.
Once again, the judges have arrived at a matter of some contention in regards to our evaluations with some of the submissions. Hopefully we should have everything resolved soon™. Announcement of the winning entries is unfortunately being delayed.
The Final Hazard, however, is not. Expect the first IC post for it to be up today.
... Ah, right. Sending my character in last possible second might actually be a bad idea, if I want to be considerate for Terminal. I'll see if I can't be done today. In roughly 15 hours. Hah.
Relax, check the deadline again. You have until the sixteenth.
As some of you may have noticed from the posting of the TTL Series Two submissions, the Period of Respite is drawing to a close. The first iteration of The Final Hazard will begin after Objective Midnight on the 15th. If you intend to participate in the first iteration, you must submit a character before then.
To clarify when precisely the first iteration will begin: I currently have the first IC post written and ready to go, assuming I receive no additional characters. If I receive more I will need to rewrite it, but rest assured the 48-hour deadline rule will be in full effect starting at Objective Midnight - and I also promise more specifically that the first IC post /will/ be posted as early as possible on the 16th regardless of any additional characters submitted. Those of you who are participating should keep a lookout and be ready.
The iteration is currently compromised of these four characters and their narrators:
I have been writing as a hobby for longer than you have been alive. I have been a regular member and roleplayer of no less than fourteen different online forums during that time (including the old RPG), [s]five[/s] [s]six[/s] eight of which no longer exist.
I was previously a regular on the Homestuck forums, but I became so sick of thread turnover there that I asked around and eventually found the Guild. Since joining, I have exclusively only participated in Advanced RPs. Before Mahz gave NRPs their own subforum, I used to be an NRP regular in the Advanced Subforum. I am a Guildfall survivor, and know/regularly write with a few others.
If you ask anybody who has written with me in previous RPs, they should tell you that I have a generally open schedule, I post regularly and in a timely fashion, and I never drop an RP once I join unless the thread dies. Some of them may tell you that I have extensive expertise within the realms of Biology, Psychology, and Physics, which I will make no effort to validate since there is no way I can provide hard proof of aforementioned alleged expertise to anybody over the internet (though I am happy to try and answer any questions you send my way).
My favorite fandom is the Myst franchise, which seemingly nobody other than me has ever heard of.
I was a Contest Moderator for the Writing Contests Subforum for just a little bit over two years. I wrote the Moderation Policy for that subforum and I ran a contest called the Twelve Labours; you can still go there and see all of them and the entries people wrote for them in the [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/forums/45-writing-contests]Contests Section[/url] and the [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/79562-the-twelve-labours-victory-archive/ooc]Victory Archives.[/url]
I have been quadruple secret banned from the guild discord. That is not a joke.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I have been writing as a hobby for longer than you have been alive. I have been a regular member and roleplayer of no less than fourteen different online forums during that time (including the old RPG), <span class="bb-s">five</span> <span class="bb-s">six</span> eight of which no longer exist.<br><br>I was previously a regular on the Homestuck forums, but I became so sick of thread turnover there that I asked around and eventually found the Guild. Since joining, I have exclusively only participated in Advanced RPs. Before Mahz gave NRPs their own subforum, I used to be an NRP regular in the Advanced Subforum. I am a Guildfall survivor, and know/regularly write with a few others.<br><br>If you ask anybody who has written with me in previous RPs, they should tell you that I have a generally open schedule, I post regularly and in a timely fashion, and I never drop an RP once I join unless the thread dies. Some of them may tell you that I have extensive expertise within the realms of Biology, Psychology, and Physics, which I will make no effort to validate since there is no way I can provide hard proof of aforementioned alleged expertise to anybody over the internet (though I am happy to try and answer any questions you send my way).<br><br>My favorite fandom is the Myst franchise, which seemingly nobody other than me has ever heard of.<br><br>I was a Contest Moderator for the Writing Contests Subforum for just a little bit over two years. I wrote the Moderation Policy for that subforum and I ran a contest called the Twelve Labours; you can still go there and see all of them and the entries people wrote for them in the <a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/forums/45-writing-contests">Contests Section</a> and the <a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/79562-the-twelve-labours-victory-archive/ooc">Victory Archives.</a><br><br>I have been quadruple secret banned from the guild discord. That is not a joke.</div>
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