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So, I recently saw on one of the threads a suggestion for a monster hunter RP, @Scars of Hathsin I think is the one who said it, would need to check again, but, why don't we start one? So, this RP takes place in the lowlands of Scotland, a small village beside the lake Loch (No not going to be Loch Ness) Lomond. The village of Lomond has always had stories of monsters in the waters, in the mountains, but one day, the stories came to life. It happened as a shooting star went across the sky, as a small meteor hit the nearest mountain, Mt. Noshar, (Mountain is not real, lake is, village probly named something else Idk). A traveler was walking on that mountain, telling his friend about the stories of the creatures. The magic of the meteor made those stories come alive. Here's some more info :

“Sir, a worker is requesting an emergency audience with you. Said something about Sundew and plants?” Not this again. Fish thinks he’s going to start throwing things at his secretary if he’s asked for an audience one more time today. And it’s about Sundew? That’s the last thing he wants to deal with, but he doesn’t have much of a choice – his city doesn’t run itself. “Fine,” Fish sighs, waving to his secretary to let the worker into his office. He draws on his power, increasing his incorporeality. He's almost invisible at this point, except for his glowing yellow eyes, which serves as a great intimidation tactic. Plus, it keeps him safe, just in case this worker is actually an assassin sent by one of the many rival Epics vying for territory in this city. Not that there’s much concern for safety when almost all of his territory is spread out on a floating city about 3.5 kilometers off the shore of Lake Erie, with a tight security perimeter that hasn't let him down in a while. He’s still not really sure how almost half the city ended up out here, but it serves as a great base for someone who's more powerful the more water there is nearby. The door opens again, and his secretary steps back in with the worker, who stares meekly at the ground. “Uh, Fish, er, uh, sir,” The worker babbles. Fish doesn’t bother hiding how annoyed he is as he stares down at the worker. The worker clears their throat and continues. “I was walking down by the shore, and I, uh, I saw some plants, uh, I think they’re Sundew’s because they look different than, uh, normal. Sorry to bother you, sir.” Well, that's inconvenient. Fish would rather not talk to that powerful plant Epic today (or ever again), but he can't just sit there and let Sundew break their agreement by putting her plants in his territory. He looks at his secretary. “Send this person away and send a messenger to Sundew. I’ll meet her at the closest dock in three hours.” “Three hours?!” His secretary looks shocked. “Sir, that’s not enough time to get a message to Sundew! Last time we sent a messenger, they never came back!” “Is that a problem?” Fish asks, irritated already. His secretary wisely doesn't respond. The recent increase in Epic activity in the mainland part of the city has had Fish on edge for days now, and he might just start killing people if they keep annoying him. “Find a way to get a message to Sundew, otherwise you can be the one who meets with her.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The new Reckoners RP! If you’re interested in joining, you can message here, in the sign-up thread! Here is a list of current participants and their characters. @Lord Spirit @TheFrugalWizard @TwinSouls @Lunamor @RoyalBeeMage @Aeoryi @Scars of Hathsin

The day of the games has arrived. The tributes, all wearing thin brown jumpsuits, are lowered from an airship onto their platforms. They're standing in a grassy field, in a circle surrounding the gleaming cornucopia, which is filled with packs and weapons. A boiling wind blows from the south...then abruptly is forced back by an icy wind from the north. There are mountains to the north, covered in snow. There's another mountain to the south, completely black stone. To the west, there are trees with leaves of every color, mostly vibrant reds and oranges. To the east are more fields, some hills. All in all, it's stunning. In the GMHQ, Aby sits on the edge of her seat, eyes wide. This is why I'm here, she reminds herself. These are the people who killed my family. They deserve to die. Oh, I'd like to taste their blood... she shakes her head. She's been having more and more strange thoughts like this, recently...she smiles at Madame Ahna. Rosalind stands to the right of Madam Ahna, a step behind. She has her hands folded in front of her and her head lowered respectively. A silver collar is wrapped around her neck and has a light buzz to it. She looks to the side slightly, not moving her head to peer at Aby for a moment before turning back. Eike pressed a couple buttons on a tablet, sending out a few assassination orders, before tucking it away and looking up, resting a hand on a dagger at his side. He smiled, glancing over at Aby and winking, loving the way she shuddered, looking away. And then a voice started counting down. "Ten." Aby shivers. Eike grins wickedly. In the arena, the tributes hear the booming voice. "Nine." It won't be long now...one way or another, the scales are about to tip. Capital blood will be spilt. "Eight." "Seven." "Six." "Five." The arena is getting windier. It isn't warm, isn't neutral. It's bizarre. One moment, the wind is hot as fire, and the next the tributes are shivering at the cold. "Four." "Three." They can barely hear the voice over the wind. "Two..." "One." There's a deafening gong, and the games begin. @Aeoryi @Weaver of Lights @Ravenclawjedi42 @Part Of The Narrative @Lord Spirit @RoyalBeeMage @TheRavenHasLanded @The Cowardly One @The Stormfather @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ @TwinSouls @..... @Just-A-Stick @Little j @justice magician @Scars of Hathsin @Lotus Blossom @Argenti

Hello! I know I am new here, but I wanted to try starting/making my own RP. Anyway, This one will take place around the Mistborn timeframe, no magical abilities, but there can be magical items such as weapons, maps, etc. (please PM me about those though) There won’t be any major cities, most people will live in villages or keeps. There will still be an elite class, they will just be a little more rugged.(you can be practically anyone you want to be.) plot: I dont really have a basic plot for this, so just go for it. All I really want was stated above, or will be revealed later. (The spoiler is the intro to this.) I will be Leod. Pronounced laid.

Come!! I wanna rp with you! Setting: We are the nobles, peasants, and middle class of Entrea, a planet hidden so far from the sun that it is perpetually in shadow and cold. The capital is called Londar, where our story takes place. I'm gonna say stick to around the Mistborn age of time. We have armies, swords, balls, keeps, and fortresses. No guns or more advanced technology. Magic: READ THE SPOILER BOX IT'S IMPORTANT!!! Thanks to @RoyalBeeMage for coming up with the above magic system. Magic is fairly common, but small forms. Anything bigger, more important...well, it's bound to get noticed. And people talk. And when people talk, the government gets involved... Plot: Entrea is a peaceful planet, and Londar a busy city. We had good rulers, wise advisors, and just trials for a long period of time. Things started to go downhill very recently however... Our new ruler, Jaxon Hart, is a ruthless man. His advisors are cunning. His interests lie in growing his kingdom, not hearing the people. But last week, rumors started spreading. They say Jaxon has disappeared. That he was taken--perhaps murdered. Audiences with the king have closed, the people are getting restless, and more important lords and ladies in the city are taking stands. Will they side with the people or the government in the inevitable clash? They ignore the more potent question. If Jaxon has vanished, who's leading? Our first scene takes place in a meeting between a group of influential nobles. These are the ones who rose to the top because of their intelligence, skill, or ruthlessness. They want to know what's going on, and they want to know now. They try to work out a plan, but conflict among so many minds is inevitable.... There are seven nobles in this particular group, so it's first come first serve. PM me if you'd like to play Jaxon. Other characters can be street urchins, working class, lesser nobles, servants in the palace...whatever makes sense. Romance is allowed, if you find someone who will play your character's love interest. Meanwhile, a group of street smarts have their own agenda. This is the perfect time to steal. The city in chaos, the government crashing...you could get away with anything. If this idea doesn't fly, it's ok. There's plenty more where this came from spoiler for length have fun, y'all

Dilsha felt a tear drip down her cheek. She hated that tear, hated it so much. It fell anyway, rolling down to her cheek before falling too the wooden floor beneath her. She took a long, shuddering breath. Fine. Fine. She was done. Let them mock her. Let them say she was too weak. Let them have their rumors. They were nothing to her. She stood up, raising her chin and drying her eyes. They could do nothing to her, and so she was free. Free...Dilsha grinned. She flicked her wrist, and a dagger appeared in a flash of purple light. She drew it carefully along the palm of her hand, watching the blood drip...the red droplets splattered on the floor around her single tear. She pressed her hand against the wall of the small hut, smearing her blood there and muttering a few words in some long forgotten language under her breath. A faint breeze blew through her hair, and she nodded, knowing she'd done it write. "Decay," she said, then stepped out into the sunlight. Let them die. Let them all die. *** Several weeks later, Dilsha was standing behind the bar at an inn. Her inn, bought and paid for. A few customers were scattered about, but for now it was mostly quiet. Too early in the day, she supposed. Of course, without the regular bustle she could hear nearly every conversation. "Did you hear?" A man hissed to his companion. "Half the king's palace, completely rotted away. Gone. And there's already signs of decay in the rest of it, too. No one knows how it happened." Dilsha was faintly surprised. Half the palace, already? That was quick...the spirit must have been more powerful than she'd thought. She turned and stepped into the kitchen, grinning. There was no turning back now, and she was glad. It's my turn to be on top now.

The day of the games has arrived. The sky is cloudless, and such a bright blue it almost looks fake. Which, of course, it is. Rather than being lowered from the 'sky', the tributes have been raised through the ground. Each is standing on a small stone circle raised slightly above the golden sand below. Around them in all directions are tall cliffs, the dark silhouettes cutting sharply into the pale sky. Several small paths branch off into the stone and suddenly it's clear that you are in a field of chasms. Directly in front of you, in the center of the circle, is the cornucopia. It's solid black, and completely empty. A cool wind rushes down the chasms, blowing up sand and twisting through the tributes' hair. Everyone gives an involuntary shiver. And then a person flickers into existence on top of the hollow cornucopia. "GOOOOOOOOD MORNING TRIBUTES!" A voice booms through a megaphone held by an elderly lady with hair the same shade of blue as the sky and a golden dress (the same color as the sand below) that looks to be more jewels than fabric. "Who's ready for the games?" There's a pause. "Trick question, sorry, you don't get a choice." "It's your favorite gamemaker here to start you off today, Eddie Forlin!! And I must say, you all look absolutely gorgeous! Which is good, because for all but one of you, it's the last time in your lives that you will. Oh, I'm so excited to watch you all die! We have popcorn and everything. I haven't had this much fun since the 30's! Oh, and do you like the location? We've had so much fun designing it just for you. It seemed fitting, somehow, to have it here." Eddie takes a pause to look around at the tributes and sighs contentedly. "I can almost feel your hearts pounding. I see the fear in your eyes, see the determination in your hearts..." she licks her lips. "Oh my dears, you're fighters, I can see it. But only one can win," her eyes start to glitter, "And I can't wait to find out who it is. So, enough chatter. Please remember, foul play is both expected and rewarded. We're always watching. We. See. Everything. Happy hunger games! And remember... "May the odds be ever in your favor." Eddie throws her head back in a cackle that echoes through the chasms. A robotic voice begins counting down. "30... 29... 28... 27... 26..." At 25, the voice pauses. A horrific sound comes from the cornucopia, drowning out Eddie's cackle. She disappears, still laughing. The cornucopia suddenly explodes, and thousands of animals of every shape and size burst free. Birds fly into the sky, huge beasts rush off into the chasms, and smaller ones climb the sides. Some look deadly, some look edible, and some are completely bizarre. In seconds, they're gone, and the voice continues, slow and steady. "24... 23..." And, eventually, "10... 9... 8..." As the voice reaches 5, it pauses again. The shattered pieces of the cornucopia begin to quiver and glow. They reform for one terrible moment into a horrible black flame...and then they fly outward, clanging against the cliff walls before falling limply to the ground. In the center of the circle, where the cornucopia once stood, a swirling vortex of white light arches up as high as the tributes can see. It's a perpendicularity. "5..." "4..." "3..." "2..." "1..." A horrific cackle echoes through the arena. "Let the games begin!" @Ravenclawjedi42 @Channelknight Fadran @ΨιτιsτηεΒέst (so sorry, can't get it to summon you) @The Honorable One @Silver Phantom @The Sibling@S. Stormy @Lightweaver2 @Lotus Blossom @Aeoryi @Cinnamon @Justice_Magician @shortcake @Experience @[Redacted] @Canada Lover @Authorspren @TheRavenHasLanded @Lord Spirit @Ancient Elantrian @SmilingPanda19

Hey, I'm posting this since I don't know if there's a specific mod I should ask about this. So, I have this character who won't be explicit really besides mild innuendo stuff that they'll say now and then. But what I really want to know if I'm allowed to do a few different things. So, if a mod who's more involved with the role-play and such wants to talk to me about this, or even one who isn't, I like to do so, because I want to know what the limits are to what I can do with this character. I would very much like to stay within the rules here. (Note: this character won't necessarily be used, whether or not I get staff permission. I'm more of a discovery writer than an outline writer, so that's a side effect of it)

By chance of luck, you have been trapped inside a computer. YOu stand atop a pile of one's and zero's wit code and programs flying around. You see that when code hits a app or website that are floating through the void, they go inside. You feel a sense of urgency to escape the computer. You see investiture flying around as the coppermind explodes, hit by the much larger but less awesome wikipedia, and you are able to pick up items from the void, try to get investiture and become surgebinders, misting or what have you, or do whatever you want. The apps within reach are: google docs, 17th shard, and wikipedia. the "ground" shakes as the computer shudders.

So I just had this Idea, and I wanted to put it here. This post might be insanely long with the hidden parts when I come up with all the rules, but anyway, here My idea is of a role-playing game of the crew of the fourth bridge, the airship that Navani made. It is in the time of rhythm of war so if you have not read row yet, do that right now. So each player would be assigned a job and things will happen. For more detailed explanations of the rules I will put those in spoilers boxes along with other information. I will add more stuff later When I have time. Just post here if you want to play and say what role you want to play. Also you can ask me to add more roles if you'd like but for now these few.

Telrao writes 'The Plan to Murder Santa' on the whiteboard. "Our goal is to conquer what has never been conquered before - the Lord Ruler, the Man, Santa." She throws muffins to everyone. "Any questions?" Aaallll righty people. This is a roleplay - the plot to murder our Lord Ruler, Santa. We'd kinda appropriated the Girl's Only thread - so I'm moving it here. Just for the sake of things (and continuity). Please state your character's name, species, gender, and a random tendency that could mess up the mission ('cause it's funny) in a quote box, like this: If your character already has a role (eg: distraction, ops) please state that in the quote box too. Characters and mission groups will go in here: Schematics & Maps! If you want to see the OG conversation, go to the Girls Only! club pages 43-45 Let the plot ensue!

Kalli: Kalli pushed her giant round spectacles up against her rough pale skin, looking at her clipboard, then looking up at the empty waiting room, then back at her clipboard. None of the people she was supposed to retrieve were here. She heaved a sigh, running her hand through her thin gray hairs (working as a clerk for the universe for centuries did that to a person), and spun around leaving through the door of eternity, slamming it behind her. Hopefully someone would show up soon. This job was boring enough as is, she wanted someone to eavesdrop on. Rena: Rena walked into the waiting room and coughed nervously, glancing around. There was nobody here, perfect! This would give her all the time to figure out what haircut she was going to get, because honestly, she had no idea. She strode over and plopped down onto one of those cushy small couches, grabbed the worn hairstyle catalogue that was sitting on the small side table, and began to leaf through it. A third of the pages were ripped out, a third had been utilized as miniature art canvases by what appeared to be several monsters with melted crayons for hands, and remaining third alternated between Chad and Karen looking cuts. Rena sighed. This was going to be interesting.

Darien rushed into the emporium. several customers and store attendants stood around the large room. it was just as Darien remembered it. when he stepped on it the squeaky plank made the same noise as he remembered it. one of the attendants walked over to him, "welcome to the Grels Emporium! all items with the red tag are fifteen percent off!" Darien ignored him and walked over to the back end of the store. such memories. it seemed his early life played out infront of him. Him and Elek had played in that corner, his parent's piano had been right there where one of their attendants had played it. Elek whispered, "whoa, this place is almost exactly the same." Darien ignored him too. he was to busy looking around, he began to tear up. the room swam before him right before he collapsed... _________ (new scene) The first thing Darien noticed was the gentle purr of voices talking swiftly. he groaned, his back ached, had he collapsed? evidently he had. Elek's voice was noticeably absent. huh. Darien cracked open his eyes. two store attendants were talking hurriedly to eachother, one was saying, "what should we do?! he just outright collapsed in front of us!" "I dunno," said the other, tall and weedy looking, "maybe we should take him to a hospital." "don't" said Darien, standing up. the two jumped back, "I am fine. I will leave now." Darien walked to the door, leaving the two bewildered attendants behind.

So this rug is set on earth where an evil company lead by mad scientists projected every human soul, memories, identity, etc. into an inanimate object, animal, plant, etc. except a human body, all the bodies disappeared somehow (it doesn't matter how.). Your character can be any of these things, there is no particular goal in this and you can do whatever you like. you can also be wherever you like in the world. sidenote: the scientists also turned into other things. Magical powers can be created by the character but you cannot have immortality, any time related ability (making time go faster, slower, seeing the future, making someone age faster, time travel, etc.) , the ability to kill someone, or the power to transform into something else (chameleons are not included in this). here is a character template you can use. Jacob woke up as a fox. he was lying on the ground in a forest next to a large tree and a rock. Jacob stood up, wobbling. What! he had just been at a work meeting trying to decide what their next product was going to be! Jacob suddenly realized he was a fox. He started talking to himself, "nonononononononono!"

This is a Hunger Games RP, but you don't decide what you do. Sort of. I am (Or maybe someone else is, if someone wanted to) going to run a Hunger Games simulation with the people who want to join, and everyone has to role-play what happens. (So if "[person] eats poisonous berries", then you'd say something like: "[Person] walked up to an un-suspicious-looking bush and took some of the bright red berries from off of it. They tasted good, but soon [person] fell unconscious and died.") If you want to join, comment what district you want to be in (if one is preferred),what name you want to have, whether you're a boy or girl, and (optional) a picture. If you want to be in the same district as someone, you can also put that as well. I'll edit this post whenever someone joins. For example, this would be mine: Available spots: District 1 Male: Napollo Female: [Empty] District 2 Male: Enter Female: EmLee District 3 Male: Fadran Female: Queen District 4 Male: Nameless Female: Tani District 5 Male: Void Female: [Empty] District 6 Male: Exp Female: Morningtide District 7 Male: Xino Female: Star District 8 Male: Eluviani Female: Szeth's Facepalm District 9 Male: TalnFan Female: Syn District 10 Male: Mat Female: Vapor District 11 Male: Thaidakar the Ghostblood Female: Robin District 12 Male: Dannnex Female: Sequence ----- May the odds be ever in your favor!

One continent - Gelig Copper bit worth 1 Silver bit worth 10 copper bits Gold bit worth 100 copper bits or 10 Skills beat bad equipment, bad equipment still inhibits but not as much. Race- Men Three languages - Aflin Selipojarious Vinses magic - freeform So basically anything goes unless it is unreasonable. Also please keep it kid friendly. I like freedom so it is as free as i can make it. Conflict bad guys wanna destroy the world with an incredibly powerful, and ancient artifact called The Clay

Lizzi wrote her name on her homework assignment, using the same character for all five letters. It looked like an uppercase cursive L, a fancy I, and a stylized Z all at the same time. Then she thought about how the person who made her up named her “Lizzi” for the very reason of the same-character spelling.

the white sun drifted up across the horizon of the cognitive realm over the vast city of Silverlight. Nazh watched the busy townspeople from a balcony on the silverlight University. he had just finished retreiving a map for Khriss. he checked his watch. "shades!" exclaimed Nazh, "I'm late!"........

So... anyone who knows anything about me knows that I don't really do memes. I don't go out of my way to make or view them. However, by request, I have no created a meme thread for all our favorite roleplays. Here you go. Post things. I have spoken.

Let's get on with it! Six months earlier Lisia walked through the heart of a dying empire. Smoke billowed into the dark sky, emanating from the ruins of the palace. The night air was frigid, and every breath was punctuated by a steam cloud. Of course in Kaialis, it was always night. "Lis, where's Kori?" Her brother stood in the shadow of a building, cloaked, and carrying a satchel. His hood was up and his features were covered, but his voice was clearly distinguishable. Lisia shoved her guilt down. "Asher, Kori's gone..." He hung his head, evidently sad, but at the same time, not surprised. He then looked upwards, his hood falling off his face. "We need to leave." She nodded, then indicated towards the rooftops. Asher shot upwards, force streaming from his fingertips, Lisia followed. Upon landing, their pace sped up, as they made their way towards the edge of Anialix. From the rooftops the scene of destruction was made clear. The palace, once a gleaming mix of spires and arches, had been reduced to flaming rubble. Looking down at the streets below them, Lisia could see throngs of people fleeing. Most thought that another purge would ensue, the kind that had happened after every assassination attempt. They were wrong of course. Lisia could only wish there would be a purge, the outcome of her actions was much, much worse. They'd known what would happen, they knew that Kaialis would collapse if they blew the fuse. They did it anyway. "Lis! Ash! Stay where you are!" Three figures, two in armor, walked leapt the rooftop in front of them. Lisia drew a shortsword, and glared. "What do you want Dera?" The woman at their head smiled. "Lis, we're taking you two back to New Ganson." She drew a thinblade. "Resist and we'll kill both of you." Asher raised his hands, slowly looking in Lisia's direction. Lisia walked backwards, sheathing her sword. Dera smirked, and the two assassins behind her began to advance. Lisia jumped off the roof, reducing friction, and falling down. Slamming into the earth, she redirected the force upwards, blasting energy out of her hands, and sent herself soaring upwards. Drawing her sword, she landed deftly on the rooftop, and slid into a battle stance. Dera laughed. “Lis, you’re not going to win. We both remember what happened last time.” Lisia gritted her teeth. “Some things have changed since then.” Dera extended her thinblade, then motioned for her compatriots to do likewise. “Hmm… You’ll have to elaborate before we execute you.” Lisia drew a thin smile, then rushed one of the guards. The man lunged at her, but Lisia easily slid under the blade, reducing her friction as she did so, casually taking out his legs from underneath him, she then finished him off with a slash of her weapon. Realization began to dawn on Dera’s face. “You didn’t. Kori is alive, she has to be alive.” Lisia once again shoved her guilt down. She could grieve later. “Kori is gone. Just like your about to be.” Dera's other escort ran at Lisia, bearing down on her with a short spear and shield. Batting away the woman's swipe of her weapon, Lisia extended her empty hand onto the guard's chestpiece. Immediately friction spread over it, trapping the guard in immovable armor. Lisia finished her off, in a similar fashion to the first guard. Dera stood, wide eyed, evidently shocked by how quickly her companions had been dispatched. "You won't kill me Lis, you're not strong enough." Lisia walked up to her, sword arm extended, bringing her weapon to Dera's unarmored chest. "I have seen my family crumble around me... My older brother stabbed before my eyes. My mother killed by my actions." She rammed the weapon into Dera, then tore it out. Watching the woman collapse. "Don't ever tell me I'm not strong enough." She turned to her brother, and the left, soon arriving at the city gate, where a carriage awaited them. As the wheels began turning, and Anialix began shrinking behind them, Lisia though about what she'd done. Who she'd killed. She'd killed a god.

All right, For a while I've been planning out a story, and like Null, I don't think I'm gonna ever put serious effort into writing it down. So I was wondering who'd be interested, if I put the worldbuilding into an RP format?