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@SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
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@SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
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6 mos ago
Hate that strange ennui that hits after 100%'ing a really, really good game. Good time was had, but man am I glad it can't mess my sleep schedule up anymore.
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2 yrs ago
Rich people blood sports is how the Oscar's should always have gone. As a hot blooded american man I cant sleep at night without witnessing violence of some kind.
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3 yrs ago
So true. Anyways, play Lancer!
3 yrs ago
Final Fantasy: Stranger in Paradise is the funniest shit I've ever seen while also not being a bad game. Just crack open some cold ones with the boys, blare Limp Bizket, and Kill Chaos.
Gimmicks: Seemingly useless in combat in all forms. His music is beautiful, but his attitude and cowardice tends to detract from his art. Frequently draws the ire of hostile beings, and is very likely to be downed at the start of any fight you could drag him into, despite his massive frame. He seems to hide his true strength, or perhaps he's just incredibly lucky when he needs to be.
Known Information: A bard who has revealed little of himself, and whom people don't really seem to desire to know much of. Useless, but seems to have a good enough heart since he was the one to free the prisoners within the Solitary Confinement cells.
Name: Corday
Race: Erune
Gender: Female
Element: Earth
Gimmicks: Skilled at picking locks, and despite her appearance is deadly with a dagger in hand, and frighteningly accurate in throwing them.
Known Information: Though she claimed to be a merchant, she certainly seems more...dubious in terms of her skillset. Despite her lying about her career, she does show courage and loyalty in her devotion to her fellow prisoners, being the one to have organized the mass prison break before Charybdis assaulted Ziggurat.
Name: Amanita
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Element: Dark
Gimmicks: A master of medicine despite her young age. Physically very weak, but the potions she carries are potent, and the various ingredients she scrounges up are poisonous if ingested as they are. If she put her mind to it, it is likely that she could create deadly poisons of all sorts, but instead she chooses to live as a medical practitioner.
Known Information: A young girl, living alone in the woods with her giant mushroom companion. Beyond her occupation and kindness, not much is known about her.
-The Zweite Junta-
Appearance:
Name: Sielma, Last Name Unknown
Race: Harvin
Gender: Female
Element: ???
Gimmicks: ???
Known Information: The embodiment of cruelty and negligence, the lands she manages are prosperous, but only due to the supervisors she assigns to the island distracts she owns. Not one for subtlety, she doesn't hide the fact that she takes in orphan children for experimentation, being a master alchemist and enthusiastic butcher of men and women. Possesses some connection to a primal beast, and has close ties to the Lady in Grey.
Cast: Arno, Cayde, Skathi, Marshall After a harrowing fight for their freedom, the group commandeered a few airships, one transport and several private, and escaped from the nightmarish prison that was Ziggurat. Their run-in with the Primal Beast Charybdis, as well as Selmia, one of the 13 heads of Zweite were inexplicably linked to a pale woman in gray. Like a ghost, the woman wove the events at hand unseen, fixated on Skathi's powers. While they are free now, the true fight to remain free begins after their landing, on a small island about to be thrust into turmoil...
♫♪ This is a story of a world that was never meant to be, of a world that never saw the ground so far below the pearl white clouds. Rebirth and Destruction, again and again have shaped the Sky into a myriad of nations, races, and ideals that have butted heads since time immemorial. The history of the Precursors lost, buried amidst cannon fire and a maelstrom of fire.
Beyond this place, beyond this strife lies the home of the Gods, Estalucia, the fabled Kingdom of Gods. A place none have seen, but is whispered about in closed privacy, as a land of dreams, of undiscovered riches, magical knowledge beyond human comprehension, and perhaps even the secret to Divinity itself. It is rumored that the map to it was scattered far across the Blue Beyond, guarded by the watchdogs of the ancient precursors, the Astrals, and that those who lay claim to the pieces lay claim to Paradise itself.
Now, with the ancient race of Astrals all but extinct, Skyfarers from around the world scope the Grim Basin’s edge, searching in vain for a way to cut through the violent storm in search of the promised land. Take up arms, Skyfarer. Your dream lies just beyond the setting sun.
Current Scenario: Colony of the Overgrown Island: Malovarna Crash landed onto an island a fair distance to the northwest of Ziggurat, the crew soon finds themselves in a battle against the elements, as mysterious rumblings shake the island. The townsfolk know little, but they fear that Zweite is somehow behind it. Deep within the island, an ancient power stirs, its endless rest interrupted.
Ongoing Side Stories: None
Rhapsody in Red is a completely "no source material required" rp about the Granblue Fantasy video game/anime, in which the main characters commandeer a Skyship, and travel to various islands in a world based entirely in the Sky, rather than on the ground. Monsters and gigantic godly monsters called Primals stalk the land, often proving to be more than the average common villager can handle. That's where you come in, as Skyfarers who's job is to accept jobs, and help the people defend themselves and their livelihood against terrifying beasties, while also trying to accomplish your own goal of reaching Estalucia, Promised Land, Paradise, and home to the ancient God Race of the Astrals.
Scenarios are, basically, how I'm going to divide the story up into Chapters, to make it easier for people to not only remember what has been done in the RP, but also to remember characters that appeared waaaay earlier in the story without having to flip through a dozen pages of IC fighting and talking. Think of these are short summaries, that'll detail important things you guys do. Completed Scenarios will be listed in the 2nd post of the OOC once the first Scenario is finished.
Side Stories are non-canon "for fun" events that'll happen that are completely optional for players to participate in, usually having their own separate header under GM posts to make it clear what's going on in the main story, and what's going on in a Side Story. These can range from simple dumb beach stories, to hunting down a classical musician to learn the last melody he ever wrote. Participation is completely optional, and certain NPCs will join you for Side Stories. Usually, ones about them will have them involved.
NPCs will function as members of the Cast's Skyship Crew once they leave Ziggurat, helping in combat, providing social options in towns, or even just sticking back on the ship to run repairs so the main crew isn't tied down to just waiting back on the ship while everyone else goes to have fun.
1. Don't be a dick. That's my job. 2. Try to cooperate with others. You're all part of a crew, so any bad blood between characters has to get settled at some point. Rivalries are fine, absolute hatred of someone isn't. Also, don't give people cause to hate you. 3. I'm prone to error, and as such I'm willing to listen if you tell me I'm wrong. If something feels off, tell me. I won't ban you for pointing out inconsistencies. 4. Please, communicate! I get that writing an rp post takes a lot of time for some people, and that people work and have responsibilities, but for fuck's sake, at least tell me if you're going to be unable to post/need to quit. Find some way to tell me if you aren't going to be active, or I will have to drop you after 2 weeks of silence and inactivity. 5. Don't metagame. If another character stumbled onto knowledge that X enemy is extremely weak to say, sound, and they never communicated that to you in the slightest and you weren't there, I will not accept your character randomly screaming and killing everything and going "wuh happen?". Its another matter if you're in the same room as them when they discover it, as you could believably infer it. 6. I may not be consistent, but by no means is the rp "Dead" if I haven't posted. Believe it or not, I want this to live, and as such I'll try and stay on the ball schedule wise for posting. 7. I won't wait for your characters for too long before posting again. If 6/7 people are in a position to proceed, I'm not gonna wait a week for a single person to chime in before the next scene. Its nothing personal, I just want to respect everyone's time, and I'm more than happy to retcon stuff that you want your character to have done in the transition. 8. I'm not trying to personally attack anyone, I'm just a rood dood. If I come across as overly harsh, unless I'm like, being obviously hostile, I'm just poking fun. 9. Your Female Draphs must have at least Double D's. 10. No playing canon characters, be creative ya butts. This is going to be as far removed from having any characters involved outside of indirect references, or occasional NPC cameos. 11. Don't pilot someone else's character for them unless you have explicit permission that you and the person can both show to me. I don't like when someone forces someone's character to take an action, as it kinda ruins chances the other person has to actually react to stuff. 12. I'm not a grammar nazi. This is going to be Low-Casual, so unless a post is completely unintelligible, don't stress too much if you can't get it "perfect".
Located in the Northeastern corner of the Grim Basin, this portion of the Sky contains a massive cluster of islands rivaling Phantagrande, numbering at over 300 individual inhabited islands. Many of these islands have unique customs and cultures to go with the extremely high diversity of the region. However, there are far fewer incredibly prosperous islands in the area, primarily due to the increased resources needed for buildings and ships to survive the frequent storms that plague the area.
One of the most powerful nation states is the Zweite Junta, a large coalition of 13 massive allied islands that have come together to enforce a wide-spread rule over the people of Tydagrande. While the 13 Heads of Zweite are supposed to stand on equal footing, a recent inheritance of power from one of the Heads to their son caused a clash over territory in the mid-western region of Tydagrande. This struggle rages on, while the other 11 Heads scheme in the shadows for their own devices. The people outside of the 13 core islands are fearful of the power hungry Heads, with many of the inner lying islands becoming abandoned out of fear of conquest. The cast, in some way or another, has slighted the 13 Heads, resulting in them being locked away in Ziggurat, the Prison Isle of No Return, where an ancient secret lies buried and dormant.
The overall technology of the region is similar to others, meaning that melee weapons such as swords, spears, axes, and daggers are still commonplace in spite of the invention of basic firearms, primarily muskets and single fire weaponry, with the most advanced multi-shotting technology usually being present on ships, or in the hands of mechanical geniuses. Skyships in this Skydom are known for their incredible durability rather than speed, having to buffet many frequent storms due to the tumultuous climate of the region.
Far, far below the lands explorable by Skyfarers lies The Earthly Realm, a sacred place for many religions upon which no life can exist. Any Skyfarers that announce an attempt to reach the bottom of the skies are almost formally declaring their own death, as nobody has ever returned from an attempted trip to the Earthly Realm. For many islands, it is tradition to send a coffin falling downward, to return it to the Earthly Realm that once fostered life.
It has been lost to history whether civilization flourished down there, but many scholars have seen the faintest outline of buildings eroded on the horizon, usually obscured by heavy amounts of fog, clouds, and Grim Basin coverage. It is theorized by some that this is where The Original Gods were created.
The Society: A military group of extreme discipline and cruel leadership, members of The Society are given ancient weapons left behind by the inhabitants of the Moon, which are sentient and capable of "Devouring" Primal Beasts, proving significantly more effective against them than a normal sword. They gather in preparation to face an entity they only call "The Foe", which seems to be based on the Moon floating high above the Skydoms. Agents of The Society that fail to perform have been known to disappear forever...
The Eternals: Those who could only be described as the strongest known beings throughout all the sky, the Eternals are a group of 10 who boast Primal-like strength brought upon by decades of training, and unfathomable amounts of talent. They claim to be neutral, but have been known to interfere in conflicts when it strikes their fancy. Each member has discarded their original name, instead going by the coded designation they are given, such as "Uno" for one. Players cannot be part of the Eternals to start with.
The Alchemist's Guild: Practically a cult in disguise, the Alchemist's Guild practices the ancient art of alchemy, which enabled one to transmute materials, ether, and, in the case of their "founder", the human soul to achieve immortality through body creation. They worship the scientific magic that brought fear to the Astrals as if it itself was a deity, using their authority as crusaders rather than scientists. Originally based in Helmuth, they seem to have branched out to Tydagrande.
The Knights of Geste: A group of 12 Knights that serve the kingdom of Geste, each boasting incredible power that puts most Skyfarers to shame. A benevolent group of fellows that serve King and Country faithfully, as personal advisers and bodyguards, having been known to even defeat the Island of Geste's primal beast, a ferocious beast with the body of a lion, but the wings and head of an eagle. Players cannot be one of the 12, but they can certainly be from Geste.
The Zweite Junta/The 13 Heads of Zweite: The rulers of 13 massive islands that banded together in an alliance, seemingly with the intent of conquering all of Tydagrande. Their ambitions are certainly grandiose, though whether they would spell disaster for the region is unknown, and, given that you're all in a jam because of them, they seem to not be very friendly to Skyfarers. Players cannot be one of the 13, but could be someone who worked for them, or who was a relative.
Fire: The Primordial flame all life seeks warmth from. Enables the creation of fire, or various other heat related abilities. Wind: The Primordial gale all skyfarers trust to guide them. Enables control of air, or various other air/wind/sound based abilities. Earth: The Primordial stone all islands are built upon. Enables control of rocks/sediment, or various other manipulations of the ground. Water: The Primordial sea from which all life drinks. Enables the control/creation of water, or various other liquid based abilities. Dark: The Primordial twilight, that guides the waking world to rest. Various applications. Light: The Primordial dawn, that spurs the world to wake and grow. Various applications.
The concentration of Ether in the air is typically what most individuals who use magic use in order to fuel their spells. Sustained and emitted by the Four Primal Beast Primarchs of Wind, Earth, Fire, and Water, these elements as well as the primordial forces of Dark and Light are invisible to the naked eye save for when they are in an area with high Ether Density, such as an island covered entirely with fire that never goes out, or a part of the Sky where a current blows. By tapping into the Ether in the air, one is capable of performing magic, so long as they have the proper knowledge to use their own bodies as a catalyst.
However, magicians are not the only ones capable of drawing on ether. Magic is merely one form of using the Ether that surrounds everything in the Sky, and from birth, every living thing is imbued with a natural Element, typically aligned with the most common Ether in the atmosphere of their island. A swordsman who never learned to cast a spell in his life may very well be able to use his Water Elemental properties to skirt across water as if it were solid ground, or a skilled martial artist may punch so fast that they create after images in the air around them due to their natural elemental affinities. One person may only ever be imbued with a singular element throughout their lifetime, though it is possible to use another form of Ether than the one they are born proficient in. A spearman may indeed have skin as hard as steel from their Earth attribute, but they may very well also be able to call on Dark magic or techniques to turn the tide of battle. However, just because one is born of an element doesn't mean that they have to develop some sort of special technique using Ether. Its all about one's dedication to bettering themselves at whatever it is they do.
The Elements have a check and balance on each other, as shown by the following: Fire Defeats Wind Wind Defeats Earth Earth Defeats Water Water Defeats Fire Dark and Light oppose one another, and as a result are effective, and weak against one another. In general, a being aligned to an Element weak to an attack's Element will take more damage from that hit, just as a rule of thumb. There are naturally exceptions to this, such as strange beings with no Elemental Affinity whatsoever.
Human: The most common of races in most any Skydom, Humans are known for their general flexibility, and overwhelming abundance of talent as Skyfarers, often finding perfect company amongst other races, and finding any particular weapon to fit snugly in their hands. You already know what a Human looks like. (In terms of an RPG, Humans are the Jack of All Trades type of race, featuring nothing outstanding, good or bad.)
Draph: A race of horned humanoids, generally huge in stature for the men, and rather buxom for the women. Even the most out of shape, pacifistic Draph male could look like a body builder compared to the strongest human you could find, but that's just in terms of appearances. They boast the highest natural physical strength of any race, leading many Draph to become successful skyfarers, martial artists, soldiers, pirates, and even common bandits due to their strength. (Overall, a race that favors Martial Prowess above all else, being similar to a Strength/Constitution race in your typical RPG. Draph mages aren't unheard of however, just exceedingly rare.)
Erune: The most reclusive of the races, the Erune greatly resemble humans save for their much thinner, more lithe physiques and their large animalistic ears that protrude feature prominently on their heads. While the actual type of animal ear depends on the family lineage, only the most purebred and typically royal bloodlines carry the recessive genes for tails, resulting in a Tailed Erune to be a unique site. Reclusive, and initially completely appalled by other races, the war with the Astrals deepened their trust with the other races, leading to Erunes becoming commonplace in today's world. Their species, due to their woodland ancestral dwellings, are typically found as being Skyfarers with ranged weapons, or communicating with spirits to use magic derived from Nature. (In terms of an RPG, this would be the Intelligence/Dexterity boosting race. Erunes that get into close combat are more commonplace than Draph mages, however.)
Harvin: Perhaps the most unintimidating race of them all, Harvins are tiny, having ears that protrude out and end at long, sharp points and almost child-like proportions throughout their entire lives. While small in stature, Harvins boast incredible magical prowess, and typically have sharp wits and intellect that they use to solve problems in spite of their size-handicap. They are also incredibly shrewd merchants, excellent craftsmen, and even thieves. (Tiny hobbits that can sell stuff good, cast stuff good, and steal stuff good. Punch things at your own risk, your arms are definitely too short to box with God. Standard Intelligence/Charisma race. Martial fighters are VERY uncommon.)
Dhirom: A race of proud conquerors and warriors, the Dhirom carry within them the blood of dragons, resulting in them having curved horns, reptilian tails, scales, and vestigial wings that sprout from the shoulders out. The degree to which their bodies are covered in scales varies, to some having it only along a single arm, to being spread out in small patches along their torso, or even covering just the back of their arms. Due to the various types of Dragons roaming the skies, the Dhirom have adopted unique elemental properties based on their lineage. Dhirom mages, while powerful, are also permanently limited to the type of magic of their same elemental type. Gold: Light Element Black: Dark Element Red: Fire Element White: Water Element Green: Wind Element Copper: Earth Element If two families of Dhirom were to marry into each other, the child will only have their scales be the color of their mother's. In rare cases, a genetic grandmother's scale color, if different, can also be randomly passed down in place of a mother's. Their leaders and generals have proven to be incredibly effective leaders, and Skyfarers of this race tend to not settle for anything less than First Mate on a ship. It is said that in the purest of bloodlines, individuals are capable of fully bringing out the power of their Ancestor Dragons. (An overly charismatic race that has distinct limitations due to their bloodlines. In terms of traditional RPG stats, they'd be the Charisma/Strength race)
Primals: The mysterious beings granted power by the Astrals. Typically programmed to follow a singular directive, some Primals have been known to possess free will, generally the ones that are far closer to looking like people than monsters. Functionally immortal, and boasting incredible power gifted by the Astrals, Primals are not to be taken lightly. In general, players will not be allowed to play as Primals, unless you can convince me otherwise on a case-by-case basis.
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b] (Choose from Human, Draph, Erune, Harvin, Dhirom [Make sure to note scale color], or Primal, in a case by case basis.)
[b]Element:[/b] (Choose from Fire, Wind, Earth, Water, Dark, or Light)
[b]Dream:[/b] (Why are you out here? Everybody has a reason to go Skyfaring. What do you want to find at Estalucia?)
[b]Home:[/b] (Where are you from? What's it like? Give a brief description of the island your character is native to.)
[b]Gimmicks:[/b] (Gimmicks are what make your character special. What makes the way you fight unique? Are you an alchemist that chucks potion-bottle-bombs at people? A bard that's music is so bad it physically hurts those around him? Get creative and have fun with potential gimmicks, but remember to keep your Element in mind)
[b]Personality:[/b] (How does your character act around others? Give a brief, maybe 1-2 paragraph summary of their personality as a whole, but make sure its something you know you'll have fun writing.)
[b]Background:[/b] (What's your story? How did you wind up in Ziggurat/Wandering the skies?)
[b]Inventory:[/b] (What does your character have on them? This includes weapons, armor, key items given through the story, and mementos of family/home if you have any that you'd want to keep hold of.)
Current Elements: Fire: Guess Who, The 42nd Gecko Wind: Skyrte, Awesomoman64 Earth: Open, Open Water: Ammokkx, Open Darkness: Open, Open Light: Enkryption, Suku
An amused smirk crossed Xerxes' lips, his axe clashing with Hal's, guarding with a single hand, having stepped back to intercept both axes with his own. "Ten Years, hmm...That makes you Odysseus. Well then, Oh Great Hero who took ten years to cross something as little as a sea, let's have our duel be uninterrupted," he said as a snap of his fingers resounded throughout the gymnasium, a hollow, low pitched sound that seemed to echo and reverberate, the floor seeming to shake...
Finally speared through its heart, Xerxes' steed fell, slumping over, tusks broken, jaw shattered, foot sliced, and fully pierced through its body. A rather pathetic sight to behold...or at least it would be, had it not immediately start breaking back down into its Spirit Form, fading from existence in a stream of glittering golden particles. The conflict that resolved, thankfully, without bloodshed between Maggie and McQueen had resulted in the Lancer class card he had been in possession of flying from his body, going to the bleachers where Tsukiya still hid. Floating before her, the gilded card spun ever so slightly, as if waiting to be reclaimed by her. However, just before any kind of reunion could occur, a powerful rumbling shook beneath her feet, and, in a singular moment, a bony hand erupted and reached out for her ankle, gripping it powerfully. Glowering at her from the hole it resided in, a skeleton's empty eyes glowed with a ghostly pale green light, adorned in fine robes of purple.
"More! More! Rise and serve me, those who bear the title of The Immortal! Kill once more in my name, Athanaton Ten Thousand!" Xerxes said, his smirk growing wider as more holes in the floor burst open, with skeletons literally beginning to flood the gymnasium, starting from the end opposite of the Class Card Holders. Makoto was the first to fire into the crowd of the growing legion, defeating one with a direct hit from another rock spear. However, the defeated skeleton was quickly replaced by another one, rising from the same hole it had emerged from. "There'll be no end to this...They're regenerating..."
"No. Worse. When defeated, they are simply replaced immediately. If they were simply regenerating, damaging them fast enough would work, but...Any damage to their numbers just results in reinforcements...a True Immortal Army." Zosimos replied in his mind, before Makoto got to launching more earthen spears, just trying to push their forces back. That wouldn't do however, as different kinds began pushing up, the holes continually sprouting closer to him, Rebecca, and Maggie. The legion only grew, and as the gymnasium filled more, their ranks shifted, many of the most basic, unclothes skeletons offering their mass to others, melding and congealing into horses made of human bone, their wailing skulls settling as the hearts of the beasts. Xerxes' laughter filled the rafters as he glowered down at Hal, before kicking him squarely in the gut and retreating back a pace. "Come then, Greek Wanderer. Their anguish will flavor this bout. If you want them to live...then I suppose you had best come at me with everything you have." he said, his tone seeming to carry the message of: "As if you could" to Hal's ears. Before he could ponder though, Hal would find himself suddenly pressured by Xerxes' blows, the King of Persia's axe slicing through air as easily it could flesh. Each strike was precise, aimed at a joint, and happened so quickly that Hal had little time to focus on attacking rather than defending. However, there was only so much room up on the rafters...and a legion of warriors awaited below, those who were waiting to come to the front merely observing, and having their spears pointed up at where Hal was coming.
♫♪ This is a story of a world that was never meant to be, of a world that never saw the ground so far below the pearl white clouds. Rebirth and Destruction, again and again have shaped the Sky into a myriad of nations, races, and ideals that have butted heads since time immemorial. The history of the Precursors lost, buried amidst cannon fire and a maelstrom of fire.
Beyond this place, beyond this strife lies the home of the Gods, Estalucia, the fabled Kingdom of Gods. A place none have seen, but is whispered about in closed privacy, as a land of dreams, of undiscovered riches, magical knowledge beyond human comprehension, and perhaps even the secret to Divinity itself. It is rumored that the map to it was scattered far across the Blue Beyond, guarded by the watchdogs of the ancient precursors, the Astrals, and that those who lay claim to the pieces lay claim to Paradise itself.
Now, with the ancient race of Astrals all but extinct, Skyfarers from around the world scope the Grim Basin’s edge, searching in vain for a way to cut through the violent storm in search of the promised land. Take up arms, Skyfarer. Your dream lies just beyond the setting sun.
If my random esoteric rambling didn't scare you off, hey, welcome to my dumb little idea for a Granblue Fantasy roleplay.
For those of you who aren't in the know, Granblue Fantasy is a Japanese mobile game (wait don't leave) with a high fantasy world set in a sprawling sky-world dotted with numerous islands free floating in the air, with a number of races populating them. In these treacherous skies filled with violent storms, monsters, and the occasional Island God getting a little pissed and going on a rampage, Skyfarers are the archetypal adventurers/explorers/bounty hunters that perform jobs for hire, explore ancient ruins, and generally be badasses that go and make the world more livable for the not-so-badass.
Estalucia, homeland of the ancient Astral race is a fantastical paradise at the farthest ends of the sky, inaccessible save for those who have all the fragments of the map to get there, guarded by the uplifted Demigods called Primal Beasts, or Primals. These dangerous beings carry with them the secrets to lead you to their ancient master's home, and are willing to fight to take that secret to the grave.
In this rp, you would be playing as fledgling Skyfarers that, for story reasons, band together in a crew in order to overcome obstacles on your path to get to that sweet, sweet god kingdom. Along the way there will be NPCs controlled by me that will join the crew, giving players options to interact with and learn from if they so choose. At max, the player cast size will be capped at 12, allowing for 2 characters of each element to be playable amongst the cast.
I'm mostly going to be completely discarding any events that happen in the standard Granblue Fantasy timeline, since I imagine not everyone has the time to dump into a gacha game like some losers (namely me). So, don't worry too much if you don't know anything, I'm pretty much expecting everyone that does decide to hop on is going in blind for the most part.
Everyone is going to get their chance to shine, but I really want to collaborate with players on how to do that. What makes Granblue special to me are the ways characters both develop over time, and how they have interactions with characters that change their outlook on the world around them, or find a comrade in arms.
I don't mind if your character is powerful, but keep in mind that anything you have, I have to one up to have any situation be even plausible as a threat. As such, I'm definitely going to need to regulate power levels. Don't think this means that a weak character will be completely useless however; Often, underdogs will get an even brighter spotlight placed on them.
This isn't going to be some meat grinder rp; Unless you do something so insanely stupid that I genuinely seek your end IRL and IC, or literally want your character to die, it is unlikely that I would even consider killing you off. That's just not my style.
All the dumb anime/other mobile game collabs that are technically canon in universe are to not be mentioned, because I refuse to let this turn into a multiverse rp.
Taking place in the Tydagrande Skydom located in the Northeastern corner of the Grim Basin, containing a massive cluster of islands rivaling Phantagrande, numbering at over 300 individual inhabited islands, with many having unique customs and cultures to go with the extremely high diversity of the region.
One of the most powerful nation states is the Zweite Junta, a large coalition of 13 massive allied islands that have come together to enforce a wide-spread rule over the people of Tydagrande. While the 13 Heads of Zweite are supposed to stand on equal footing, a recent inheritance of power from one of the Heads to their son caused a clash over territory in the mid-western region of Tydagrande. This struggle rages on, while the other 11 Heads scheme in the shadows for their own devices. The people outside of the 13 core islands are fearful of the power hungry Heads, with many of the inner lying islands becoming abandoned out of fear of conquest. The cast, in some way or another, has slighted the 13 Heads, resulting in them being locked away in Ziggurat, the Prison Isle of No Return, where an ancient secret lies buried and dormant.
The overall technology of the region is similar to others, meaning that melee weapons such as swords, spears, axes, and daggers are still commonplace in spite of the invention of basic firearms. Skyships in this Skydom are known for their incredible durability rather than speed, having to buffet many frequent storms due to the tumultuous climate of the region.
The Society: A military group of extreme discipline and cruel leadership, members of The Society are given ancient weapons left behind by the inhabitants of the Moon, which are sentient, and capable of "Devouring" Primal Beasts, proving significantly more effective against them than a normal sword. Agents of The Society that fail to perform have been known to disappear forever...
The Eternals: Those who could only be described as the strongest known beings throughout all the sky, the Eternals are a group of 10 who boast Primal-like strength brought upon by decades of training, and unfathomable amounts of talent. They claim to be neutral, but have been known to interfere in conflicts when it strikes their fancy. Each member has discarded their original name, instead going by the coded designation they are given, such as "Uno" for one. Players cannot be part of the Eternals to start with.
The Alchemist's Guild: Practically a cult in disguise, the Alchemist's Guild practices the ancient art of alchemy, which enabled one to transmute materials, ether, and, in the case of their "founder", the human soul to achieve immortality through body creation. They worship the scientific magic that brought fear to the Astrals as if it itself was a deity, using their authority as crusaders rather than scientists. Originally based in Helmuth, they seem to have branched out to Tydagrande.
The Knights of Geste: A group of 12 Knights that serve the kingdom of Geste, each boasting incredible power that puts most Skyfarers to shame. A benevolent group of fellows that serve King and Country faithfully, as personal advisers and bodyguards, having been known to even defeat the Island of Geste's primal beast, a ferocious beast with the body of a lion, but the wings and head of an eagle. Players cannot be one of the 12, but they can certainly be from Geste.
The Zweite Junta/The 13 Heads of Zweite: The rulers of 13 massive islands that banded together in an alliance, seemingly with the intent of conquering all of Tydagrande. Their ambitions are certainly grandiose, though whether they would spell disaster for the region is unknown, and, given that you're all in a jam because of them, they seem to not be very friendly to Skyfarers. Players cannot be one of the 13, but could be someone who worked for them, or who was a relative.
Fire: The Primordial flame all life seeks warmth from. Enables the creation of fire, or various other heat related abilities. Wind: The Primordial gale all skyfarers trust to guide them. Enables control of air, or various other air/wind/sound based abilities. Earth: The Primordial stone all islands are built upon. Enables control of rocks/sediment, or various other manipulations of the ground. Water: The Primordial sea from which all life drinks. Enables the control/creation of water, or various other liquid based abilities. Dark: The Primordial twilight, that guides the waking world to rest. Various applications. Light: The Primordial dawn, that spurs the world to wake and grow. Various applications.
The concentration of Ether in the air is typically what most individuals who use magic use in order to fuel their spells. Sustained and emitted by the Four Primal Beast Primarchs of Wind, Earth, Fire, and Water, these elements as well as the primordial forces of Dark and Light are invisible to the naked eye save for when they are in an area with high Ether Density, such as an island covered entirely with fire that never goes out, or a part of the Sky where a current blows. By tapping into the Ether in the air, one is capable of performing magic, so long as they have the proper knowledge to use their own bodies as a catalyst.
However, magicians are not the only ones capable of drawing on ether. Magic is merely one form of using the Ether that surrounds everything in the Sky, and from birth, every living thing is imbued with a natural Element, typically aligned with the most common Ether in the atmosphere of their island. A swordsman who never learned to cast a spell in his life may very well be able to use his Water Elemental properties to skirt across water as if it were solid ground, or a skilled martial artist may punch so fast that they create after images in the air around them due to their natural elemental affinities. One person may only ever be imbued with a singular element throughout their lifetime, though it is possible to use another form of Ether than the one they are born proficient in. A spearman may indeed have skin as hard as steel from their Earth attribute, but they may very well also be able to call on Dark magic or techniques to turn the tide of battle. However, just because one is born of an element doesn't mean that they have to develop some sort of special technique using Ether. Its all about one's dedication to bettering themselves at whatever it is they do.
The Elements have a check and balance on each other, as shown by the following: Fire Defeats Wind Wind Defeats Earth Earth Defeats Water Water Defeats Fire Dark and Light oppose one another, and as a result are effective, and weak against one another. In general, a being aligned to an Element weak to an attack's Element will take more damage from that hit, just as a rule of thumb. There are naturally exceptions to this, such as strange beings with no Elemental Affinity whatsoever.
Human: The most common of races in most any Skydom, Humans are known for their general flexibility, and overwhelming abundance of talent as Skyfarers, often finding perfect company amongst other races, and finding any particular weapon to fit snugly in their hands. You already know what a Human looks like. (In terms of an RPG, Humans are the Jack of All Trades type of race, featuring nothing outstanding, good or bad.)
Draph: A race of horned humanoids, generally huge in stature for the men, and rather buxom for the women. Even the most out of shape, pacifistic Draph male could look like a body builder compared to the strongest human you could find, but that's just in terms of appearances. They boast the highest natural physical strength of any race, leading many Draph to become successful skyfarers, martial artists, soldiers, pirates, and even common bandits due to their strength. (Overall, a race that favors Martial Prowess above all else, being similar to a Strength/Constitution race in your typical RPG. Draph mages aren't unheard of however, just exceedingly rare.)
Erune: The most reclusive of the races, the Erune greatly resemble humans save for their much thinner, more lithe physiques and their large animalistic ears that protrude feature prominently on their heads. While the actual type of animal ear depends on the family lineage, only the most purebred and typically royal bloodlines carry the recessive genes for tails, resulting in a Tailed Erune to be a unique site. Reclusive, and initially completely appalled by other races, the war with the Astrals deepened their trust with the other races, leading to Erunes becoming commonplace in today's world. Their species, due to their woodland ancestral dwellings, are typically found as being Skyfarers with ranged weapons, or communicating with spirits to use magic derived from Nature. (In terms of an RPG, this would be the Intelligence/Dexterity boosting race. Erunes that get into close combat are more commonplace than Draph mages, however.)
Harvin: Perhaps the most unintimidating race of them all, Harvins are tiny, having ears that protrude out and end at long, sharp points and almost child-like proportions throughout their entire lives. While small in stature, Harvins boast incredible magical prowess, and typically have sharp wits and intellect that they use to solve problems in spite of their size-handicap. They are also incredibly shrewd merchants, excellent craftsmen, and even thieves. (Tiny hobbits that can sell stuff good, cast stuff good, and steal stuff good. Punch things at your own risk, your arms are definitely too short to box with God. Standard Intelligence/Charisma race. Martial fighters are VERY uncommon.)
Dhirom: A race of proud conquerors and warriors, the Dhirom carry within them the blood of dragons, resulting in them having curved horns, reptilian tails, scales, and vestigial wings that sprout from the shoulders out. The degree to which their bodies are covered in scales varies, to some having it only along a single arm, to being spread out in small patches along their torso, or even covering just the back of their arms. Due to the various types of Dragons roaming the skies, the Dhirom have adopted unique elemental properties based on their lineage. Dhirom mages, while powerful, are also permanently limited to the type of magic of their same elemental type. Gold: Light Element Black: Dark Element Red: Fire Element White: Water Element Green: Wind Element Copper: Earth Element If two families of Dhirom were to marry into each other, the child will only have their scales be the color of their mother's. In rare cases, a genetic grandmother's scale color, if different, can also be randomly passed down in place of a mother's. Their leaders and generals have proven to be incredibly effective leaders, and Skyfarers of this race tend to not settle for anything less than First Mate on a ship. It is said that in the purest of bloodlines, individuals are capable of fully bringing out the power of their Ancestor Dragons. (An overly charismatic race that has distinct limitations due to their bloodlines. In terms of traditional RPG stats, they'd be the Charisma/Strength race)
Primals: The mysterious beings granted power by the Astrals. Typically programmed to follow a singular directive, some Primals have been known to possess free will, generally the ones that are far closer to looking like people than monsters. Functionally immortal, and boasting incredible power gifted by the Astrals, Primals are not to be taken lightly. In general, players will not be allowed to play as Primals, unless you can convince me otherwise on a case-by-case basis.
1. Don't be a dick. That's my job. 2. Try to cooperate with others. You're all part of a crew, so any bad blood between characters has to get settled at some point. Rivalries are fine, absolute hatred of someone isn't. Also, don't give people cause to hate you. 3. I'm prone to error, and as such I'm willing to listen if you tell me I'm wrong. If something feels off, tell me. I won't ban you for pointing out inconsistencies. 4. Please, communicate! I get that writing an rp post takes a lot of time for some people, and that people work and have responsibilities, but for fuck's sake, at least tell me if you're going to be unable to post/need to quit. Find some way to tell me if you aren't going to be active, or I will have to drop you after 2 weeks of silence and inactivity. 5. Don't metagame. If another character stumbled onto knowledge that X enemy is extremely weak to say, sound, and they never communicated that to you in the slightest and you weren't there, I will not accept your character randomly screaming and killing everything and going "wuh happen?". Its another matter if you're in the same room as them when they discover it, as you could believably infer it. 6. I may not be consistent, but by no means is the rp "Dead" if I haven't posted. Believe it or not, I want this to live, and as such I'll try and stay on the ball schedule wise for posting. 7. I won't wait for your characters for too long before posting again. If 6/7 people are in a position to proceed, I'm not gonna wait a week for a single person to chime in before the next scene. Its nothing personal, I just want to respect everyone's time, and I'm more than happy to retcon stuff that you want your character to have done in the transition. 8. I'm not trying to personally attack anyone, I'm just a rood dood. If I come across as overly harsh, unless I'm like, being obviously hostile, I'm just poking fun. 9. Your Female Draphs must have at least Double D's. 10. No playing canon characters, be creative ya butts. This is going to be as far removed from having any characters involved outside of indirect references, or occasional NPC cameos.
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b] (Choose from Human, Draph, Erune, Harvin, Dhirom [Make sure to note scale color], or Primal, in a case by case basis.)
[b]Element:[/b] (Choose from Fire, Wind, Earth, Water, Dark, or Light)
[b]Dream:[/b] (Why are you out here? Everybody has a reason to go Skyfaring. What do you want to find at Estalucia?)
[b]Home:[/b] (Where are you from? What's it like? Give a brief description of the island your character is native to.)
[b]Gimmicks:[/b] (Gimmicks are what make your character special. What makes the way you fight unique? Are you an alchemist that chucks potion-bottle-bombs at people? A bard that's music is so bad it physically hurts those around him? Get creative and have fun with potential gimmicks, but remember to keep your Element in mind)
[b]Personality:[/b] (How does your character act around others? Give a brief, maybe 1-2 paragraph summary of their personality as a whole, but make sure its something you know you'll have fun writing.)
[b]Background:[/b] (What's your story? How did you wind up in Ziggurat/Wandering the skies?)
[b]Inventory:[/b] (What does your character have on them? This includes weapons, armor, key items given through the story, and mementos of family/home if you have any that you'd want to keep hold of.)
Magnus stopped in his tracks as he saw the bandits surrounding the girl, now certain that they were definitely not here looking to post a job or sign up. Gulping, Magnus had to face the reality that a woman was facing down seven men alone, and, began rushing to help her out. Of course, he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the woman's spines begin lighting up with cold blue energy, frozen in anticipation before a massive beam of energy shot from her mouth. If it weren't so dark, one could see how much Magnus' eyes were shining, in awe of the woman's beam. "S-She shot a beam!? I didn't know dragons could shoot beams...I thought only Gazers could. SHE SHOT A GIANT BEAM THOUGH!" he thought to himself, unconsciously pumping his arms up and down as he watched, before remembering that he was supposed to be helping, and not cheering.
Lowering his stance a bit, Magnus charged forward head first...but nearly got hit by the beam, feeling a slight burn on the hair that cascaded down his back as he dove, basically belly flopping down onto one of the thieves, his massive body weight undoubtedly knocking him out cold from the sudden impact. Putting his hands over his head, Magnus just really hoped that the scary beam dragon lady wouldn't incinerate him for being there, unaware that his hair was kind of on fire near the lowest part, hanging at his mid back. He also wasn't aware that he had crushed one of the men with muskets, thankfully with the gun barrel not pointed directly at his heart or anything. Moving with Magnus atop them was impossible, unless they were freakishly strong...and that was even if they were conscious after having a nine foot minotaur slam them into the cold hard dirt.
Spotting that the other brigand was lining up a shot on Titanica, Magnus narrowed his eyes, and snapped his arm up, throwing a whole pheasant at the gun's barrel and forcing him to shoot his bullet aimlessly into the air. Crawling back a bit, Magnus made sure to keep low to stay away from the beam, saying: "P-Please don't incinerate me, Miss. I work here." as he did his best to return to a standing position without biting the dust from atomic death being shot everywhere.
Standing on the edge of the window, Nephele's ears perked up as the roar ended, and the thieves' leader began to speak of...a target? Were they here as assassins, or as kidnappers? Quickly however, the situation turned sour as brigands entered the guild hall, the sound of gunshots unfamiliar to her ears rang out, leading her to believe that some sort of explosive had been detonated. Her maw opened ever so slightly as she ran downstairs, beginning to fill the building with her thick fog as she reached downstairs, dashing past Bart and Bast to get at the would-be-assassins.
Her eyes shined ever so slightly in the small bubble of fog that began to condense around the entrance of the guild, entrapping the assailants in her illusion. Seeing that Freyr had saw fit to take out the one with a stranger weapon than the others, her claws soon sank into the heart of the other musketeer, piercing through his chest and heart, leaving him to slump on the ground. A nearby brigand brandishing his dagger lunged at her, just before she slipped away into the fog, and as a result managed to land a stab onto her left arm just above where her thick black scales might have protected her. Wincing in pain and gritting her teeth, she pulled away and ran out of the fog, clutching her arm and watching the fog. "Sorry...I got careless...but that fog should keep them confused for a moment." she said, squeezing a hand over her wound to try and staunch the bleeding. "Bart, you need to find someplace safe." she said, fog coming out of her mouth as she panted. She wasn't quite used to being stabbed.
@Bushman501, @Guess Who, @Enkryption, @Suku "You've far more spirit than brain." Xerxes said, glowering down at Maggie as his prized elephant's foot was cleaved and its jaw grabbed, Pērōz Pīru rearing back in an attempt to get away from her, only to have its jaw seized, the berserk girl beneath attempting to completely rip it off. The war elephant's pained toot echoed through the gymnasium, a hollow, angered sound before its black beady eyes seemed to glow an unnatural red. "Crush her, Pērōz Pīru." Xerxes demanded, before the elephant jerked its head to the side forcefully, flinging Maggie off, but not without giving her a massive chunk of its lower jaw muscles and a few teeth.
Just as he finally took note that the sword wielding girl was suddenly moved somewhere else, Xerxes heard the faintest whizz of arrows flying, only to be harmlessly knocked aside by the air around him. Crossing his arms, the Rider looked unimpressed, looking up at the source. "Skulk all you like, I can smell your inferiority." he said, before with one single graceful motion he kicked up off of his elephant and landed on a rafter opposite of Hal, smugly smiling at him. "Too bad. If you'd been up against anyone else, your haphazard assassination may have succeeded. Feel honored that your head will be taken by Persia's greatest King, Lasher of the Hellespont, and Breaker of Leonidas." As he spoke, his gilded axe shimmered in his hands, before he began charging at Hal, seemingly thinking that as an archer he had no way out.
With his master not present to control his reigns, the Elephant charged ferociously at Maggie, attempting to gore her with one of its twin tusks, covered in glittering bands of jewels and obsidian, the pure white ivory prepping to become stained in her blood. In its mind, it had recieved a single order from Xerxes, repeating over, and over, and over..."KILL! CRUSH! SUBJUGATE!" Like an alarm, it blared over and over, the traditionally peaceful species' being overwritten with Xerxes' mania, madness, and thirst to destroy those before it. This wasn't an elephant anymore...it had become a physical incarnation of a crazed king's power hunger. Now, having recovered enough to stand, Makoto dropped the used up bottle, the few remaining droplets of green liquid dribbling from the discarded container. Still clutching where his arm had impacted on the bleachers, he realized that he had a chance to escape, and, turned his back in order to take it.
"Hmm...this is no good Makoto. I don't know if I could teach a man that would leave a girl all alone to face a dangerous beast..." Zosimos mused in his mind, feigning as if he wasn't basically telling Makoto to go fight.
"B-But..." Makoto started, before his card's spirit interjected. "No, no, it is quite alright...after all, you are weak enough to be beaten before the fight even begins. Hoping that someone else would solve the problem before you would have to deal with it. Running is, after all, the safest option..."
Makoto bit his lip beneath the headdress, clenching his fists. "...Fine. If it gets you to let it go, I'll do the stupid thing." Makoto said, before an almost elated clap echoed in his mind. "Very well my brave pupil! Now, turn to page 13, on the essence of rock based transmutation..."
"SHUT UP!" Makoto suddenly shouted, making it seem to the unaware observer that he was yelling at Xerxes up on the rafters. However, instead of targetting who one would suspect, he instead ran over to the piles of rubble converted into pumice, immediately tossing a piece of it up into the air. His right eye shimmered for a brief moment, a brilliant, burning, orange iris taking over his ordinary hazel as his hand made contact with the rock. In an instant, the material underwent an intense physical change, the air pockets that were placed into the pumice expanding, and seemingly turning inside out as the surrounding rock was pushed into, and then out of the hole, resulting in long, thin spears made of a rock definitely stronger and heavier than the component he'd used. A dozen javelins of rock hurtled towards the elephant at high speeds, several simply bouncing off of its hide, but one managing to strike true into its trunk, splitting straight through it. However, he had failed to stop its charge.
"Move!" Makoto yelled, trying to run as fast as he could over to Maggie, unable to match the charging beast's speed and momentum.
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