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I got into Roleplaying, er more specifically Post by Post Roleplaying around, I think it was four years ago? It feels much longer than that. My good friend whose now far too busy in college introduced me. He wanted by make a Mass Effect RP for his younger brother, or Cousin, something along those line. The games series was far to mature for someone of his age but he felt he could make a family friendly RP. And while that never panned out, I was hooked.
Fast forward to the present day and I'm an avid RP and casual writer. I mainly prefer Fallout RPs, and am working on my own which will take place in the fictional Lore of Alaska. But it's far from ready.
Between my laziness and my workload of various RPs and Videogames I am often rather busy. Yet I always find myself exceptionally bored. So I like contemplating Philosophical Conundrums.
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Sweet. I'll post her in the Character pages, but did you get my PM I sent you?
Character you have created: Eva ‘Mouse’ Walsh
Alias: None yet
Speech Color This
Character Alignment: Hero in training
Identity: Secret/Known Will be known later, to start it’s a secret.
Character Personality: Eva is a troublemaker, who likes to party. She has dropped out of Highschool and is active on the rave scene. She shirks her chores and has an estranged relationship with her parents. Now after a tremendous weight has been placed squarely on her shoulders she begins to question her life choices which marks a turning point in her life. She will soon learn that there is more to life than partying as she searches for clues regarding the identities of the Murderers who killed her friends, while she grieves over her loss.
Uniform/costume: Her current clothes are a hoodie and bikini underneath. But will change to hoodie, shirt and pants. I based the character somewhat off of this image. She is a normal seventeen year old girl, with dyed hair and piercings. Natural hair color is brown, blue eyes, and of average height.
Excalibur would look somewhat like this.
Origin Info/Details: After Breaking into the American Museum of Natural History, via a borrowed key card. Eva and her friends surprisingly had a easy time setting up for a Flash Rave something that would only last thirty or so minutes before the Police were able to mobilize. However the real reason the Museum was quiet was because Eva and her friends were not alone, masked thieves had already killed the guards and began stealing ancient artifacts. Eva who tried to protect herself reached for what appeared to be a fossilized relic. Upon blocking the attackers who had gotten what they came for fled, and the stone which entrapped the sword crumbled to the floor. Where a Ghostly figure revealed the sword to be the Legendary Excalibur.
Hero Type (Select one): Normal
Power Level (Select one below): It’s really a combination of the two. The sword is only as good as the wielder and although mystical the wielder is only human.
A. Street Level (Ex. Punisher, Daredevil)
B. City Level (Ex. Spider-Man, Cyclops)
Powers (Be Specific): The Sword Excalibur is endowed with a variety of powers, It can cut any man-made object barring any alien or otherworldly materials. It will blind foes upon it being drawn from it’s sheathe. It is nigh unbreakable by any weapon forged by man, with the exception of other mystical weapons and those not from earth. The sheathe itself has powers as well, giving the wielder the ability of temporarily invulnerability, the wielder can be injured but will not bleed from wounds, nor can they be dismembered. And in case the wielder needs to recall the sword it is magically linked to whomever owns the sword, both halves the blade and the sheathe are required for ownership and for the teleportation to work. Apart the blade will remain where is was laid.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Below Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained - In training
Resources: Minimal
Weaknesses: She’s Human, although she is immune to dismemberment and bleeding. Fire will kill her, so too will poison, drowning et cetera.
Supporting Characters Her estranged parents Reuben and Amber Walsh, and her Aunt Briley Patton. And her diseased friends Julius ‘Rave Master’ Sloan, Leon Hurst, and Shari Conway.
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yup.
Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):
11:48 PM Museum of Natural History. “Come on, it’s just ahead.” Eva, Leon and Shari followed just behind Julius as they carried a number of amplifiers and boxes along with them. Julius’s plan was simple sneak in during the Guard shift set up quickly ahead of the partygoers who were on their way for a flash Rave, an idea Julius had. Get in a back door using a lifted keycard from one of his buddies party for thirty minutes or so then bug out. All the police would find was a trashed storeroom filled with uncatalogued artifacts and more plastic cups then they’ve ever seen before. He had it all planned out for a strung out druggie, and to Shari’s surprise it was far too easy.
“Were in, were in. We don’t have much time. Leon find an outlet, Shari keep an eye out on the door. Eva help me bring the rest of the boxes in. We need more cups, chips and booze.”
Leon rushed around checking the walls, while Shari nervously waited by the door. “Julius you sure this will work out? I mean this is a museum, a big one! You’d think there’d be more guards or cameras.”
“Relax Shari.” Eva spoke calmly. “We’re here in between shifts, there’s no one watching the cameras.”
“I.. I just don’t know Eva, there’s just something wrong about this. I can’t explain it.”
“Found the outlets!! Julius give me a hand with the equipment.”
“Eva bring in the rest of the stuff the party starts in five!”
As I nodded and ran back to the car, I stopped just for a moment as a sound caught my attention. Like footprints though not nearly as pronounced. No, nothing I thought as I opened the car trunk and reached inside grabbing a banana box filled with food. I tossed a few smaller ones on top before closing the trunk and heading back inside.
When I walked up to the door I spoke out.”Hey Shari give me a hand here will ya?” A second passed while I entered the room and looked about.”Shari, Leon, Julius!!? Come on guys it’s no time to be playing around.. We.. Oh. My. God!” The boxes I held dropped to the floor as bloodstains splattered the walls. The panic and fear gripped my voice as I called out again.”SHARI! LEON! JULIUS! Wher..”
From behind me the door closed and a arm thick as a tree grabbed me by my hoodie and tossed me into a rack.
“Another unaccounted guest, this one will not hinder our work.” The hulking figure spoke as others came in from the shadows.
“Finish it quick, we need you to help the rest of us look.”
He turned his gaze back to me.”She won’t take long at all.”
I scrambled back into the metallic rack, covered in blood. My own, my friends? I.. I looked to see him stretched out to me hand poised to snap my neck. My hands reached back fumbling over vases and stone tools, until I grabbed what I thought was a stick or was it a club, it felt hard as if made of stone. I swung it at him hitting his shin.
He acted as if it hadn’t fazed him in the slightest. But I could feel it, his anger penetrated my soul, like his eyes burned right through me. He slammed down with his fist pounding the club into me and cracking the floor. I felt the wind leave my chest completely and my own eyes were so heavy, they were being pulled down against my will. I saw him in that moment smiling as he walked away, and a light flashed before me.
Next thing I knew I awoke and just in front of me a specter wearing old clothes and a crown was shaking my body.
“Awaken! Awaken already!! Quickly now you must flee!!”
I groggily looked about to see the room engulfed in flames. My bones felt as if they were glass, I was overcomed with fear, desperation. I wanted to scream at the sight of the Ghost, of the fire.
“Young Miss! Young Miss! Eva!! Get a hold of yourself, you’ll burn. Take the sword, it will protect you. Do not let it leave your grasp!!”
“How do you know..”
“Eva! Now is not the time. Take the sword. And hurry!!”
The Ghost confused me more than the fire, my assailants. This night just couldn’t be real none of it could. The Ghost spoke of a sword and as I looked about I saw no such thing. But clinched in my hand was no other than the sword he spoke of. I didn’t remember holding a sword. But it was there sure as day. I stood to my feet limping away, I could feel the heat liking my back. The pain felt unbearable, I shouldn’t be walking I must be dead, I have to be dead. The cracking of the flames tore the walls down to my left, my right and all around me.
“You must hurry Eva! Before the flames consume you!”
The door seemed so close now, the handle was just in reach. But I couldn’t lift my arm. It was then the door flew open as the Ghost blasted it aside. I fell to the ground as I lost all the feeling in my legs.
“Just a little farther Eva. Crawl if you must.”
Strange, I should be afraid of this Ghost. But his words were so familiar so comforting. The concrete tore my skin up I could see the flesh under my skin. But no blood, not a drop. As I managed to crawl to saftey. I looked up at the Specter. “Who, are you?”
“I shall answer my King. I am Arthur Pendragon. Former King of Camelot. And you who have broken the curse sealing my sword, your sword. Excalibur. Is the rightful King of England.”
“Kin...g” I said with my last breaths before everything went blank. The sounds and sights gone as I passed out.
Alias: None yet
Speech Color This
Character Alignment: Hero in training
Identity: Secret/Known Will be known later, to start it’s a secret.
Character Personality: Eva is a troublemaker, who likes to party. She has dropped out of Highschool and is active on the rave scene. She shirks her chores and has an estranged relationship with her parents. Now after a tremendous weight has been placed squarely on her shoulders she begins to question her life choices which marks a turning point in her life. She will soon learn that there is more to life than partying as she searches for clues regarding the identities of the Murderers who killed her friends, while she grieves over her loss.
Uniform/costume: Her current clothes are a hoodie and bikini underneath. But will change to hoodie, shirt and pants. I based the character somewhat off of this image. She is a normal seventeen year old girl, with dyed hair and piercings. Natural hair color is brown, blue eyes, and of average height.
Excalibur would look somewhat like this.
Origin Info/Details: After Breaking into the American Museum of Natural History, via a borrowed key card. Eva and her friends surprisingly had a easy time setting up for a Flash Rave something that would only last thirty or so minutes before the Police were able to mobilize. However the real reason the Museum was quiet was because Eva and her friends were not alone, masked thieves had already killed the guards and began stealing ancient artifacts. Eva who tried to protect herself reached for what appeared to be a fossilized relic. Upon blocking the attackers who had gotten what they came for fled, and the stone which entrapped the sword crumbled to the floor. Where a Ghostly figure revealed the sword to be the Legendary Excalibur.
Hero Type (Select one): Normal
Power Level (Select one below): It’s really a combination of the two. The sword is only as good as the wielder and although mystical the wielder is only human.
A. Street Level (Ex. Punisher, Daredevil)
B. City Level (Ex. Spider-Man, Cyclops)
Powers (Be Specific): The Sword Excalibur is endowed with a variety of powers, It can cut any man-made object barring any alien or otherworldly materials. It will blind foes upon it being drawn from it’s sheathe. It is nigh unbreakable by any weapon forged by man, with the exception of other mystical weapons and those not from earth. The sheathe itself has powers as well, giving the wielder the ability of temporarily invulnerability, the wielder can be injured but will not bleed from wounds, nor can they be dismembered. And in case the wielder needs to recall the sword it is magically linked to whomever owns the sword, both halves the blade and the sheathe are required for ownership and for the teleportation to work. Apart the blade will remain where is was laid.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Below Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained - In training
Resources: Minimal
Weaknesses: She’s Human, although she is immune to dismemberment and bleeding. Fire will kill her, so too will poison, drowning et cetera.
Supporting Characters Her estranged parents Reuben and Amber Walsh, and her Aunt Briley Patton. And her diseased friends Julius ‘Rave Master’ Sloan, Leon Hurst, and Shari Conway.
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yup.
Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):
11:48 PM Museum of Natural History. “Come on, it’s just ahead.” Eva, Leon and Shari followed just behind Julius as they carried a number of amplifiers and boxes along with them. Julius’s plan was simple sneak in during the Guard shift set up quickly ahead of the partygoers who were on their way for a flash Rave, an idea Julius had. Get in a back door using a lifted keycard from one of his buddies party for thirty minutes or so then bug out. All the police would find was a trashed storeroom filled with uncatalogued artifacts and more plastic cups then they’ve ever seen before. He had it all planned out for a strung out druggie, and to Shari’s surprise it was far too easy.
“Were in, were in. We don’t have much time. Leon find an outlet, Shari keep an eye out on the door. Eva help me bring the rest of the boxes in. We need more cups, chips and booze.”
Leon rushed around checking the walls, while Shari nervously waited by the door. “Julius you sure this will work out? I mean this is a museum, a big one! You’d think there’d be more guards or cameras.”
“Relax Shari.” Eva spoke calmly. “We’re here in between shifts, there’s no one watching the cameras.”
“I.. I just don’t know Eva, there’s just something wrong about this. I can’t explain it.”
“Found the outlets!! Julius give me a hand with the equipment.”
“Eva bring in the rest of the stuff the party starts in five!”
As I nodded and ran back to the car, I stopped just for a moment as a sound caught my attention. Like footprints though not nearly as pronounced. No, nothing I thought as I opened the car trunk and reached inside grabbing a banana box filled with food. I tossed a few smaller ones on top before closing the trunk and heading back inside.
When I walked up to the door I spoke out.”Hey Shari give me a hand here will ya?” A second passed while I entered the room and looked about.”Shari, Leon, Julius!!? Come on guys it’s no time to be playing around.. We.. Oh. My. God!” The boxes I held dropped to the floor as bloodstains splattered the walls. The panic and fear gripped my voice as I called out again.”SHARI! LEON! JULIUS! Wher..”
From behind me the door closed and a arm thick as a tree grabbed me by my hoodie and tossed me into a rack.
“Another unaccounted guest, this one will not hinder our work.” The hulking figure spoke as others came in from the shadows.
“Finish it quick, we need you to help the rest of us look.”
He turned his gaze back to me.”She won’t take long at all.”
I scrambled back into the metallic rack, covered in blood. My own, my friends? I.. I looked to see him stretched out to me hand poised to snap my neck. My hands reached back fumbling over vases and stone tools, until I grabbed what I thought was a stick or was it a club, it felt hard as if made of stone. I swung it at him hitting his shin.
He acted as if it hadn’t fazed him in the slightest. But I could feel it, his anger penetrated my soul, like his eyes burned right through me. He slammed down with his fist pounding the club into me and cracking the floor. I felt the wind leave my chest completely and my own eyes were so heavy, they were being pulled down against my will. I saw him in that moment smiling as he walked away, and a light flashed before me.
Next thing I knew I awoke and just in front of me a specter wearing old clothes and a crown was shaking my body.
“Awaken! Awaken already!! Quickly now you must flee!!”
I groggily looked about to see the room engulfed in flames. My bones felt as if they were glass, I was overcomed with fear, desperation. I wanted to scream at the sight of the Ghost, of the fire.
“Young Miss! Young Miss! Eva!! Get a hold of yourself, you’ll burn. Take the sword, it will protect you. Do not let it leave your grasp!!”
“How do you know..”
“Eva! Now is not the time. Take the sword. And hurry!!”
The Ghost confused me more than the fire, my assailants. This night just couldn’t be real none of it could. The Ghost spoke of a sword and as I looked about I saw no such thing. But clinched in my hand was no other than the sword he spoke of. I didn’t remember holding a sword. But it was there sure as day. I stood to my feet limping away, I could feel the heat liking my back. The pain felt unbearable, I shouldn’t be walking I must be dead, I have to be dead. The cracking of the flames tore the walls down to my left, my right and all around me.
“You must hurry Eva! Before the flames consume you!”
The door seemed so close now, the handle was just in reach. But I couldn’t lift my arm. It was then the door flew open as the Ghost blasted it aside. I fell to the ground as I lost all the feeling in my legs.
“Just a little farther Eva. Crawl if you must.”
Strange, I should be afraid of this Ghost. But his words were so familiar so comforting. The concrete tore my skin up I could see the flesh under my skin. But no blood, not a drop. As I managed to crawl to saftey. I looked up at the Specter. “Who, are you?”
“I shall answer my King. I am Arthur Pendragon. Former King of Camelot. And you who have broken the curse sealing my sword, your sword. Excalibur. Is the rightful King of England.”
“Kin...g” I said with my last breaths before everything went blank. The sounds and sights gone as I passed out.
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This is very similar in some respects to the character concept for Justine, my character. Not saying don't do it. Edgewind could be a related weapon to Excalibur. I've heard of another one referred to as Caliburn before.
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Merlin returned the sword to the Lady of the Lake, or is that forgotten?
I didn't know there was a character similar already, been out of the loop for a while, but the idea has been stuck in my head for a while now. And there are quite a few Legendary swords. Here is a Wiki Link to many of them. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_magical_weapons
They include Gungnir - Odin's spear, Masamune a Japanese Sword, Durandal or Durendal the indestructible sword of Roland, just to name a few. So yes apparently Legendary swords are a dime a dozen haha, why haven't I found one yet hmm?
Anyways regarding Arthurian Legend. I'm still trying to sort out bits and pieces. I may just have to make up stuff as I go to avoid running into plotholes. So as to say this should just be considered a different Arthurian Legend as it's another Universe, since in ours Superpowers among other things don't exist so they will have a different account of History - to a degree, and of course different Legends.
<Snipped quote by VATROU>
This is very similar in some respects to the character concept for Justine, my character. Not saying don't do it. Edgewind could be a related weapon to Excalibur. I've heard of another one referred to as Caliburn before.
<Snipped quote by Marik>
Merlin returned the sword to the Lady of the Lake, or is that forgotten?
I didn't know there was a character similar already, been out of the loop for a while, but the idea has been stuck in my head for a while now. And there are quite a few Legendary swords. Here is a Wiki Link to many of them. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_magical_weapons
They include Gungnir - Odin's spear, Masamune a Japanese Sword, Durandal or Durendal the indestructible sword of Roland, just to name a few. So yes apparently Legendary swords are a dime a dozen haha, why haven't I found one yet hmm?
Anyways regarding Arthurian Legend. I'm still trying to sort out bits and pieces. I may just have to make up stuff as I go to avoid running into plotholes. So as to say this should just be considered a different Arthurian Legend as it's another Universe, since in ours Superpowers among other things don't exist so they will have a different account of History - to a degree, and of course different Legends.
Hey guys I'm back around these parts, and although I'm still swamped with work of varying subjects. There's a character I've been mulling over, I am also just not feeling Ramsey anymore. I think that was one of the reasons why I was having trouble getting a post out.
But as for the character I have in mind. I was hoping I could do a character who wielded Excalibur, and was mentored by King Arthur, or to be more accurate the Ghost of King Arthur. I plan to have the character based in New York away from the action so if I can't post all that much I won't drag anyone down who may be waiting on me.
Speaking of posting schedules. I may not be all that active if my character is accepted. Due to my erratic schedule. So weeks maybe a month at most would pass. Though of course if I have time I'll work on my post and hopefully get one up as soon as possible.
But as for the character I have in mind. I was hoping I could do a character who wielded Excalibur, and was mentored by King Arthur, or to be more accurate the Ghost of King Arthur. I plan to have the character based in New York away from the action so if I can't post all that much I won't drag anyone down who may be waiting on me.
Speaking of posting schedules. I may not be all that active if my character is accepted. Due to my erratic schedule. So weeks maybe a month at most would pass. Though of course if I have time I'll work on my post and hopefully get one up as soon as possible.
Chapter 2
Somewhere in the forests near Cordova combat boots stomped all around a campsite where tents had been pitched the previous night. The Troopers and Rangers that made up this expedition were only twenty strong and had basic armaments; the Rangers being the only exception to this as they were decked out in the signature Veteran Dusters and possessed Brush guns as well as other arms befitting their ranks.
“This place ain't so bad there’s plenty of trees and look!” The Trooper held out a canteen of water. “Checked the radiation levels of a nearby creek and well, it’s just fine. Has some residual radiation, but it’s well within acceptable levels.”
“Good find Private Beckard.” A tall Ranger with clean cut hair said as he smacked Beckard across the back. “Alright if anyone needs to top off their canteen ask Beckard to show you the way, then show anyone else that asks. Lets get this campsite packed up. I want to see if we can find some locals. Keep your guns loaded and ready for trouble don’t know how civilized these people may be.”
A collective “YES SIR!!” Echoed throughout the campsite.
The Troopers moved about briskly as the site was cleaned up within an hour. Tents were rolled and dirt was shoveled onto the firepit, one of the Privates stopped to inspect something he saw out of the corner of his eye. An odd large white mushroom that seemed to have strings or webbing of some kind attached to it. As he peered closer it jumped up from the ground and scurried off leaving the Private flat on his ass gasping for air.
One of the Rangers darted over to his side.”Private are you injured!”
He shook his head as he caught his breath.”N..No Sir. What the hell was that, some kind of bug!?”
“Did it bite you Private?”
“No Sir. Just took off as soon as I got close.”
“Well.” The Ranger said taking a look at the direction the Private was pointing. “Let this be a lesson to all of you, don't go poking your noses where they don’t belong. We have no idea what the native flora and fauna is like. Best to assume it’s dangerous till we figure out otherwise.. Right then let’s get a move on, we’re burning daylight.”
The Troopers filled in a line as they nervously looked over their shoulders, this was a strange land it had only been a few days and things had already become quite odd. The forest would sometimes have an eerie clam with nothing but the sound of wind blowing through the trees. Other times eyes would peer out from the branches belonging to birds that had a gray plumage.
They would march on for hours before they made their next camp, and as they moved closer towards the big cities more and more Factions would take note of their presence.
Somewhere in the forests near Cordova combat boots stomped all around a campsite where tents had been pitched the previous night. The Troopers and Rangers that made up this expedition were only twenty strong and had basic armaments; the Rangers being the only exception to this as they were decked out in the signature Veteran Dusters and possessed Brush guns as well as other arms befitting their ranks.
“This place ain't so bad there’s plenty of trees and look!” The Trooper held out a canteen of water. “Checked the radiation levels of a nearby creek and well, it’s just fine. Has some residual radiation, but it’s well within acceptable levels.”
“Good find Private Beckard.” A tall Ranger with clean cut hair said as he smacked Beckard across the back. “Alright if anyone needs to top off their canteen ask Beckard to show you the way, then show anyone else that asks. Lets get this campsite packed up. I want to see if we can find some locals. Keep your guns loaded and ready for trouble don’t know how civilized these people may be.”
A collective “YES SIR!!” Echoed throughout the campsite.
The Troopers moved about briskly as the site was cleaned up within an hour. Tents were rolled and dirt was shoveled onto the firepit, one of the Privates stopped to inspect something he saw out of the corner of his eye. An odd large white mushroom that seemed to have strings or webbing of some kind attached to it. As he peered closer it jumped up from the ground and scurried off leaving the Private flat on his ass gasping for air.
One of the Rangers darted over to his side.”Private are you injured!”
He shook his head as he caught his breath.”N..No Sir. What the hell was that, some kind of bug!?”
“Did it bite you Private?”
“No Sir. Just took off as soon as I got close.”
“Well.” The Ranger said taking a look at the direction the Private was pointing. “Let this be a lesson to all of you, don't go poking your noses where they don’t belong. We have no idea what the native flora and fauna is like. Best to assume it’s dangerous till we figure out otherwise.. Right then let’s get a move on, we’re burning daylight.”
The Troopers filled in a line as they nervously looked over their shoulders, this was a strange land it had only been a few days and things had already become quite odd. The forest would sometimes have an eerie clam with nothing but the sound of wind blowing through the trees. Other times eyes would peer out from the branches belonging to birds that had a gray plumage.
They would march on for hours before they made their next camp, and as they moved closer towards the big cities more and more Factions would take note of their presence.
So a quick note from me. I’ll continue adding more when I’m able, and the story won’t just follow a set amount of characters. Often I’ll be bouncing around between settings along the same timeline. Some interactions between other characters at similar times in different locations and whatnot. I’ll be exploring my Lore further and character growth.
Chapter 1
The year is May 3rd 2300. With Mr.House’s victory in Vegas twenty years prior the Legion has begun to fall into collapse. Caesar has died and Legate Lanius has assumed control of most of the Legion’s forces, while the NCR has elected a new President focused more on Exploration than war, he has the majority of the public supporting him and has developed more advanced agriculture and deepened relations between the New California Republic and New Vegas. Bringing electricity and water into barren lands. Christopher Briggs the the President of the NCR has sent a few expeditions along the coastline heading North avoiding Legion lands. They have discovered many new lands and peoples, some will make good alliances and others will become new enemies. However upon landing on the shores of Alaska they will come to realize the new dangers that await them.
The Vaults atrium was packed with new recruits all longing to become Arctic Rangers, to wear the starred wolf badge and earn a living for their families wherever they may be; standing above them all on the second level was a man in his late forties with black hair braided in parts and a full beard covering his chest. He wore the armor everyone in the room envied or respected; for he was the High Chief of the Rangers themselves. North Ashland, decorated, respected, and capable tactician. He strode about back and forth inspecting the bunch of rag tag Wastelanders who had gathered, many in leather armors holding single shot rifles.
North stopped squarely in front of a microphone and spoke commandingly.
“Welcome all! You have made a brave choice to gather here today. The life of a R anger is a perilous one, and you will be expected to fulfil your duties. Get shot slap a bandage on it. Lose a limb tape up the wound. Die, and walk it off. This is not a job! Nay I say! It is a way of life. We are a lifeline to many and the only Law most will ever see. You may come from Villages or Farms, you may be Fishermen or Criminals. But this is your chance to turn your life around, to devote your life for the people. For there is no one besides the Rangers that has taken this task. During the next year you will enter basic training. It will test you and weed out those unfit for duty. From there your real training begins. Good Luck. You will need it.”
North lingered on but a moment as the new recruits shuffled on out. Some inspired by his speech others more confused than before.
Elsewhere in the War Room. Arctic Wolves Jonathan and Claire sat awaiting North’s return.
“Claire!!” Jonathan bellowed out. “Feet off the Table!! According to subsection..”
The sound of Claire’s boots hitting the floor with a thud and subsequently his voice interrupted Jonathan’s rantings.
“Oh will you shut up about the rules and regulations! Not everyone is as uptight as you are.”
Jonathan’s brows furrowed as wrinkles spread all across his face.
“WE! Are the epitome of the Arctic Ranger! And as such must present ourselves as..”
As Jonathan continued his rant he was interrupted by High Chief Ashland when he walked into the room.
“Jonathan!” North said with a chuckle. “Do I need to get you two a room? So you could continue to profess your love to each other.”
Jonathan fell silent as he saluted the High Chief while as he did Ranger Claire just gave a quick two finger salute.
“Yo. Good to see you North, I thought Jonathan here would yell my ears off till they bled.”
North let out a slight chuckle. “Well seems like I saved you from your imminent death. So now that you’re done flirting, I have a mission for you two. Should you survive that is. I’m starting to doubt that now.”
“Sure North, what’s the mission?”
“I think I’ll live being paired up with Claire.”
North smiled as he set a folder down on the table. “We’ve seen reports of small ships of unknown origin. A landing party was seen near Cordova, dressed in Riot armors similar to ours. No hostile actions so far, we must assume that might not last for long. Especially once they encounter Lythropes or Bloodpack raiders. So you’re to investigate and make contact if they seem affable.”
The two Rangers read through the report thoroughly before either of them spoke. While North simply drank a full stout of wildberry mead.
“High Chief?” Jonathan spoke raising his head. “It says the initials N.C.R were seen on the shoulders. Might they be from some Government”
North shrugged.”That’s what I assume. Anyways finish reading that and gear up. I want you two moving shortly.”
The Rangers nodded as they continued flipping through the papers.
Chapter 1
The year is May 3rd 2300. With Mr.House’s victory in Vegas twenty years prior the Legion has begun to fall into collapse. Caesar has died and Legate Lanius has assumed control of most of the Legion’s forces, while the NCR has elected a new President focused more on Exploration than war, he has the majority of the public supporting him and has developed more advanced agriculture and deepened relations between the New California Republic and New Vegas. Bringing electricity and water into barren lands. Christopher Briggs the the President of the NCR has sent a few expeditions along the coastline heading North avoiding Legion lands. They have discovered many new lands and peoples, some will make good alliances and others will become new enemies. However upon landing on the shores of Alaska they will come to realize the new dangers that await them.
The Vaults atrium was packed with new recruits all longing to become Arctic Rangers, to wear the starred wolf badge and earn a living for their families wherever they may be; standing above them all on the second level was a man in his late forties with black hair braided in parts and a full beard covering his chest. He wore the armor everyone in the room envied or respected; for he was the High Chief of the Rangers themselves. North Ashland, decorated, respected, and capable tactician. He strode about back and forth inspecting the bunch of rag tag Wastelanders who had gathered, many in leather armors holding single shot rifles.
North stopped squarely in front of a microphone and spoke commandingly.
“Welcome all! You have made a brave choice to gather here today. The life of a R anger is a perilous one, and you will be expected to fulfil your duties. Get shot slap a bandage on it. Lose a limb tape up the wound. Die, and walk it off. This is not a job! Nay I say! It is a way of life. We are a lifeline to many and the only Law most will ever see. You may come from Villages or Farms, you may be Fishermen or Criminals. But this is your chance to turn your life around, to devote your life for the people. For there is no one besides the Rangers that has taken this task. During the next year you will enter basic training. It will test you and weed out those unfit for duty. From there your real training begins. Good Luck. You will need it.”
North lingered on but a moment as the new recruits shuffled on out. Some inspired by his speech others more confused than before.
Elsewhere in the War Room. Arctic Wolves Jonathan and Claire sat awaiting North’s return.
“Claire!!” Jonathan bellowed out. “Feet off the Table!! According to subsection..”
The sound of Claire’s boots hitting the floor with a thud and subsequently his voice interrupted Jonathan’s rantings.
“Oh will you shut up about the rules and regulations! Not everyone is as uptight as you are.”
Jonathan’s brows furrowed as wrinkles spread all across his face.
“WE! Are the epitome of the Arctic Ranger! And as such must present ourselves as..”
As Jonathan continued his rant he was interrupted by High Chief Ashland when he walked into the room.
“Jonathan!” North said with a chuckle. “Do I need to get you two a room? So you could continue to profess your love to each other.”
Jonathan fell silent as he saluted the High Chief while as he did Ranger Claire just gave a quick two finger salute.
“Yo. Good to see you North, I thought Jonathan here would yell my ears off till they bled.”
North let out a slight chuckle. “Well seems like I saved you from your imminent death. So now that you’re done flirting, I have a mission for you two. Should you survive that is. I’m starting to doubt that now.”
“Sure North, what’s the mission?”
“I think I’ll live being paired up with Claire.”
North smiled as he set a folder down on the table. “We’ve seen reports of small ships of unknown origin. A landing party was seen near Cordova, dressed in Riot armors similar to ours. No hostile actions so far, we must assume that might not last for long. Especially once they encounter Lythropes or Bloodpack raiders. So you’re to investigate and make contact if they seem affable.”
The two Rangers read through the report thoroughly before either of them spoke. While North simply drank a full stout of wildberry mead.
“High Chief?” Jonathan spoke raising his head. “It says the initials N.C.R were seen on the shoulders. Might they be from some Government”
North shrugged.”That’s what I assume. Anyways finish reading that and gear up. I want you two moving shortly.”
The Rangers nodded as they continued flipping through the papers.
I haven't seen any Over-Powered characters in a legitimate setting, I say legitimate setting because there is one RP I was in that's entire premise was a bad parody of bad Roleplaying. It was called the League of Overpowered Gentlemen that took place in the Elder Scrolls series. And yes, we had Gods, God Killers, the Emperor of Skyrim with Tod Howard as a Villain. Oh and Frank Sinatra joined the cast as a NPC and Cobra Commander piloted a Mech suit trying to kill us.
It was stupid fun. The writing was horrid and we Metagamed everyone and controlled each other's characters.
It was stupid fun. The writing was horrid and we Metagamed everyone and controlled each other's characters.
I'm gonna have to take an official leave for now. I just have too much of a workload to continue, I'm just drained right now. If things do clam down I'll be back but it doesn't look like that will be anytime soon.
I would like to see an article on these topics as well. Learning how to use GM powers responsibly and how to critique a character sheet and suggest changes. Really interest me. As I find good Character Sheets that I tend to have minor gripes with, small things here and there someone who might have a bit more firepower than I'd like to see and such.
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Using artwork for characters/Art stealing. (Civil discussion please)
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Roleplaying Discussion
I have a few commissioned characters that I paid an artist to draw, and while I wouldn't mind someone using their image as a general reference. His beard looks like this, or her hair has this style. I don't think anyone should try to pass the whole image as their own. You should at least write a general description and if you feel a certain image helps portray the character you created sure. Go ahead, just don't claim the artist's work as your own. Typically I've almost always tried to depict my characters in words, and while sometimes I need to research for a more accurate description as I find that I lack the words I seek to describe them I try to keep my use of images to a minimum. For things like outfits or specific styles that are generally hard to explain.
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