Alright, color me interested. I'm going to be a little slow out the gate because it's testing season here and I'm already struggling to keep up, but I can promise to have time to do serious writing on the weekends at the very least.
Would a traveler/monk/wayward martial-artist from the east be able to make an appearance? I'm torn between a silent martial artist or an eastern-y playboy skilled in the art of seducing women and the Kama Sutra... And fighting dirty.
I'm sure whatever you come up with will be delightful. Or not. Either way, I can't wait to see it.
I will hereby display my Interest in this roleplay!
I'll start by introducing my attributes as a writer, so you can see whether this is the kind of writer you want partaking in our story.
1) I have tendencies to make minor spelling errors, much less in IC though, because I type fRom a phone, mostly capitalization issues because Keycorrect is not very correct sometimes. I type fRom a phone because it is strangely the most relaxed way to do so.
2) I'll be able to post every 2-3 days realistically and constantly unless something happens, it really depends on the other players' speeds and relative things.
3) I don't really write long posts or short posts, I write posts that are the amount foR the actions my character takes.
4) I like to collaborate in my writing.
5) I tend to seperate character and writer emotions, tad too much. But on the plus side, I can be objective about their behaviour. Kicking a relatively innocent old man is written as dirtbag behaviour, even If it was intended to teach the elderly a lesson about having strong bones.
I have intentions to play a Knightlike character.
Nice interest. I'll devise an OOC for this over the next couple of days.
I'm not quite sure how to explain the vibe I'm getting, but Bloodborne was somehow the closest comparison. That, or I'm simply too thirsty for my own good.
But, hey, Arabian Nights having a glorious child with pirate noir is certainly no disappointment! This role play sounds like it'll be entertaining.
Honestly, the Blood Borne comparison might be a mistake. The story will have some of those gothic themes throughout it, but I see it as being a little more global. There's some Arabian Nights inspiration in the plot as well as some pirate noir elements. I hope that isn't disappointing for anyone.
I'm interested. Would I be able to play a chemist/alchemist of sorts? Specializing in healing or weaponized chemicals, and then in the fantasy world, that could bloom into something a little more exciting?
That seems altogether possible. We can work on the idea during your cs creation process.
Other than early firearms, what can we expect for weaponry?
Swords, spears, standard par for the course? I expect spears/halberds to be a favorite pick for infantry. Cuirasses and scimitars and what not for flavor.
On the topic of characters, would hired crew muscle on board a trading ship be a good basis for a reason to be in Portugal? Wes should adapt to the setting pretty well. I plan on having him be left behind for something, thus sparking his reasons to go on a quest.
So I'm assuming we won't be able to tote around cannons on our arm?
Either way, I'm pretty interested. I've seen this idea before but have never gotten around to or been able to hop on for the ride. When you say world of fantasy, is it limited to goblins and fairies, or can there be more interesting cryptids running about the lands? Also, how limited will be firearms in this? Muskets and blunderbuss started to gain traction during the 1600s, so can we expect to use some?
...seriously though, arm cannons?
...please?
Bloodborne is sweeeeet!
@SirBeowulf As for the questions concerning the world. When imagining any element of this world, you must simply take one thing into account: there is no heavy evidence that any of these fantastical things ever existed. Each magical element, by necessity, is hidden from the normal world. This doesn't mean the worlds do not intertwine, however. There may be faries, and they may use invisibility spells in order to roam through markets--or perhaps they transform. Goblins may be smaller than in ordinary fantasy settings, having underground fights with Gnomes. I expect the fiction of this to unravel as we go, but that's the overall vibe I'm going for. If that's not clear, please feel free to ask questions.
As for firearms, expect to see blunderbuss' and muskets, early carbines, and perhaps early mechanized pistols. A hand cannon could, potentially, be arranged.
I'm glad we were able to catch your attention this time!
“It was the dead of night. It was the time in the night when innocent babes began their impetuous cries for their mother’s teat. It was the time of night when scoundrels were being thrown from taverns, when vermin cut purses, and when savages slit throats. It was the time of night when, after the candles were out, and the moon’s light had no hole to peak through, your hand would disappear before your very face. It was the absolute dead of night. First, there were only cries. It began tersely and without much-ado, in a small farmhouse down the road from the town. Soon all the cries were gone and everyone could pretend like they never heard it. Until there was another cry, one of warning. And it was full of fear and a childlike sense of helplessness. A young boy, hardly dressed, fell into a mud puddle as he threw himself from the dark backdrop of the world outside the castle walls, and into the town center. I saw him because I was hooked into a stockade, my head to be the Count's by sunrise. The boy bawled for a while as he cradled himself in the empty market square, huddled against a brick well. In moments his cries would be only wishful memories for me and everyone else who lived through the coming assault. There was a single high-pitched scream which fell from the mountain near the town and washed over it like a tsunami of fear. I shuddered in my stockade home. That was the last warning anyone had of the terror to come, not that it was ever meant to be one. I heard it’s wings expand over the church behind me, like scaled masts, and then it’s telling inhale. I couldn’t hear it’s exhale, as the ground before me, along with the boy, was drenched in a liquid fire. Stalls caught flame along with an inn which sat beside the market square. The heat over my head was like nothing I’d ever felt before in my life. The guard which was posted to watch me began running for the castle, just to the north of the church. That was when the beast behind me, now done with it’s initial blast of flames, settled itself among the ancient stonework of the church. I got to work on freeing myself with the utmost haste. I could hear the magnificent lungs of the beast suck in, and let out air with a fearsome growl. It’s claws worked to allow it a comfortable perch on the church roof. My lockpick, which I’d taken incredible pains to hide, worked, and I was free. I stumbled forward to the half-emblazed market square and turned, my curiosity winning against my better senses. It was the dead of night, as I say, and the moon was half away. I could only see the slightest of details, but I could say a few important notes. There were spines all about his body, along his limbs and back, and his scales were impossibly reflective, so much so that I could not describe it with such innocuous vernacular. The beast dwarfed the cathedral by half it’s height, and it crushed the holy roof under it’s weight. And I, nearly spellstopped, managed to dive into the stone well behind me as the creature began it’s fiery judgment all over again. I hid in the murky oubliette for the rest of the night as the demon above laid waste to the town I’d known since childhood. I could sometimes see the leathery flying form if it’d glide just overhead. Despite the terrified screams and frightened sobs above I might have been able to convince myself that there was some kind of a festival going on.” -Translated from an account given by Peter Bolivar, 1666
This is a story of magical elements in a real world. A story of mystics, madmen, oracles, monsters, and Wizards; of racism and slavery, politics and war, corruption and creation, faith and logic. This story begins with the terrifying events of mythic legend, a town scorched black by the fires of a dragon. But it is set in the real world, it is surrounded by real events, and real people, and real-istic heroes. It begins in the town of Sintra, overlooked by the beautiful Sintra Mountains in Portugal, circa 1666. You are a person currently living in this small, partly coastal city on the day after the horrific events took place. From barmaid to banker, and explorer to saint, all who survived did so by seeking refuge in the mostly intact castle or barely intact monastery.
Those in power, who can culminate, fabricate, and discard with history in the most lethal of whims, seek a way to rid the world of the Dragon, and plunder any treasure that may accompany the beast into his dreams. It is to the courts dismay that on the docket to be killed the very next day is a man purporting to be the “Dread Captain Scar”, a mythical pirate and monster-killer. They free him, ask that he form a team of Monster Hunters, and with the blessings of the church, go into Morocco, where the Dragon’s lair is said to be, and end the creatures ungodly life. You are among the potential hunters. You may be strong or weak, smart or dull, Christian or Muslim or Pagan or Heathen; a rogue, an explorer, a monk, a historian, a scholar, or a prostitute. Whatever your skill set or affiliation, you will be chosen to attend this journey, chosen to undertake this most righteous of paths... this is righteous, isn’t it?
What the unwary voyagers of this expedition don’t know, and what they could never know, is that they are about to enter a world of fantasy. A world only ever spoken of in fairytales. The world that they knew to exist will have its ramparts blasted open, and the light of the truth may blind whoever dares step through the crumbled wreckage of the lies which kept them hostage there.
Name: Age: Gender: Birthplace: Religious Affiliation: Secular Affiliation: Level of education: Social status: Occupation: Appearance: Personality: Skill set: Languages: Bio: Notes:
This RP is set in the real-world Iberian Penensula and the surrounding areas during the 17th century; September, 1666 to be more exact. So, it's important you understand what's been happening in the region, not only over the past few decades but, over the past few centuries. Since this is set in Sintra,Portugal it is important to note that this country was at war with Spain at this point. In 1640 the Monarchy which ruled over both Portugal and Spain was opposed by Portuguese nobility, now known as the Braganzas. At this point they have all but won their independence and, either way, had begun installing leaders of the House Braganza to official Monarchy positions since the war began.
As you've probably noticed, this RP mentions traveling to Morocco. This used to be the home of the Berbers who ruled most of northern Africa and the Iberian Peninsula under Islamic control until the Reconquista in the 15th century. During the events of this RP the nation is being wrested from that dynasty and is quickly being unified and strengthened by the Alaouite dynasty.
Of course, it is important to note the differences in the world as well. The telescope was just discovered a few decades before the story begins, and it became an invaluable tool in civilized nations. Among that discovery were other things becoming hugely popular from the century before, including microscopes, pencils, and thermometers and barometers. Not to mention, the genius of Leonardo DaVinci was spreading like wildfire and artistic expression began to flourish. Science was just beginning it's uphill effort toward free inquiry, but Religious zealotry and persecution were still in full force.
NOTE: In case you were wondering, the then Pope was Alexander VII.
-No Godmodding: Fairly simple, don't take control of another persons character without permission, and do not make your character know or do something that would otherwise be impossible. This rule is especially important in this RP because I will be revealing very important details about the primary villains actions and it is up to you not to meta game.
-Be respectful: Whether it is me, your co-writers, or a guest coming to check out the thread, I'd like a high level of respect and decorum.
-Be responsive: I don't expect everyone to post everyday, I won't be able to certainly, but I do expect a certain level of communication. If I call out for you in the OOC, and definitely if I PM you, I expect a response in a timely manner. I'm not fussy about this sort of thing but I figure it's best to set a standard for it.
-Have fun: It's very important that you and everyone else involved is having a good time creating, and reacting to these interwoven stories. It's a collaborative writing experience just as it is a collaborative entertainment experience. You need to care for your co-writers entertainment just as much as you care for your own.
I expect Advanced level writing obviously, but I am very lax in terms of posting consistency and things like that. Needless to say, you should have a very basic idea of the timeline we are working with. It’s all set on earth so normal history applies. Most important, however, is that you remain vocal. I’d prefer it if people didn’t just disappear without saying a word.
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