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  1. era 3

    Bellatrix approached the building. A massive warehouse, run down, it had vines growing down one side, moss on the roof, and one wall looked like it was going to fall in. Her home. The home of her gang. They were in Bloodflame territory now. She approached the doors, a wide grin on her face, hair spread out behind her. A spark flew from her hand, then another, then another, floating up. That would notify them she had brought three new ones. Striding confidently, she opened a hidden door, beneath some vines, and walked in. It opened up to reveal a large space, filled with old machinery. Graffiti covered the wall, their own art. A massive replication of the Bloodflame symbol covered one wall, the flames intricate around the bloody skull. Twenty or more people moved around within, a couple of Dahkor, a man with a spike through his eye, a female singer wearing black leather. She grinned, waving at the last. "Anne, you're back! Hospital let you out early?" She laughed, waved back, and made an enthusiastic thumbs up. Bellatrix looked around, her eyes falling on the three marks below the Bloodflame symbol. A skeleton hand, folded in a fist, a green serpent, eyes bright red, and two metal nails, stabbed through a board. Those were the gangs she had absorbed, when they became too weak. Bonefist, Viper, and Railway Gangs. They all had expanded her territory, and left her with new members. Bonefist had lost men in a fight with the Forge. That brought Dahkor. Viper had come from Roshar, but been attacked by a group of Epics, leaving five survivors. That's where Anne, and a couple of others not present, had come from. Railway had spikes, victims of Syndicate Omega. Two survivors, Marge and Greg. Greg had the spike through his eye, Marge wasn't here. She collapsed on a couch near the entrance, gesturing to the newcomers. "Come in, come in. Welcome to the gang!" The gaunt man entered first, settling down beside the couch. "Come on, Freyja, Galvian." @beantheboy12 @whattheHoid @Sorana @Jaywalk
  2. Laonin walked through the Alleycity. Since becoming both literally homeless and one of the Homeless, he had been looking for a suitable place to claim for his own. He had come across many people in this strange place, from the DA to TUBA to any other number of other Homeless. He tried to mind his own business for the most part, as getting involved only seemed to end in death and despair. He hadn't been here long but for the time that he had, he had heard rumors of a great war which had happened in the past that threatened this entire place. A war which it still seemed to be recovering from. He passed ruined buildings, people huddled in corners, and others who rushed from place to place, either needing to be somewhere or needing to be away from somewhere else. There were of course many powerful people in this city. They went about their business, doing important things in important places with important people. Running around waving magic circles in the air, or shining bright with some inner light, or getting into fights with other people. Of course when fights between powerful people happened, those around without power seemed to suffer even more. Most of the people in this place seemed more concerned with trying to spike unsuspecting travelers with sweet delights, or trying to stop the people doing that, or creating strife between guilds. That isn't to say there weren't people out there trying to serve the greater good. There was at least one hospital set up that he had seen, but the care that had been given to most residents of the Alleycity was lacking in his opinion. Buildings had been left in rubble, people without homes. Countless dead caused by power hungry people with no care for the common folk. As far as Laonin could tell there was no central government to this city, and that meant there was no one keeping chaos in check, or rebuilding what had been lost here. He walked up to a ruined building he had been studying for several weeks. It seemed as though during the 7 day war it had been destroyed by flying rubble from an explosion in the distance. He had explored as much of it as he could get to, and had asked the few remaining denizens of this area for as much detail as they could remember. He pulled out his toolkit and set to work once again, carving into soulstone. He would restore this building, and hopefully with it at his disposal he could continue to restore the ruined parts of this city to their former glory. He took the soulstamp he had been working on for weeks, now finally finished, and pressed it to the cornerstone. The seal sunk into the stone, and he could almost feel the building trying to determine if his work was good enough for it to allow the change to happen. Suddenly the ruined building before him was replaced with a sturdy, well kept forge. "Well, that took long enough," Laonin muttered, "I should have just tried telling the darned thing the explosion missed it in the first place. Of course it still wanted to be in working order!" Wiping his hand on his pants, Laonin walked through the now intact doorway, surveying what he saw before him. The building seemed well built of course, one of the reasons he had chosen it in the first place. Something that had been created well was all the more likely to want to return to the vision its maker had had for it in the first place. He walked over to the anvil, and was pleased to see that the rust which had previously been coating its surface was now gone. It seemed it had considered itself a part of this place, and when the roof had repaired itself, came to the conclusion that the rains wouldn't have been able to reach it. It was a decently sized room, with lots of hooks and shelves on the walls for tools and equipment. Most of those were missing, either destroyed or looted by people trying to scrounge for valuables. That suited him just fine, he preferred to use his own tools anyway. Now to get himself situated. ----- A sharp ringing sound echoed out the front door, almost like the beating of a heart, a sign that this place had come back to life, and once again its blood was pumping. Laonin stood over the anvil, beating a hunk of metal with his hammer, forcing the impurities out of it. He did this for the time it took for the metal to start cooling and then shoved it back in the forge to heat up again, piling more charcoal on it. While it heated he perused the room, taking in the changes he had made to it the last few weeks. He had moved all of his belongings in, meager as they were, and the place had an almost homey feel to it. He had of course been concerned that the building would relapse into rubble, but after the first night passed without incident came to the conclusion that he had been correct in his assessment that the building wanted to return to its intended purpose. He had since been refitting his tools, as they had been through some tough wear and tear since his last chance to repair them. He had also been making good use of one of his soulcasters, converting some nearby rubble into iron with which to forge. Some would argue he could have simply soulcast it into steel directly, and cut out the purifying process, but he never really trusted a fabrial to do what he could do on his own. He trusted his own hands. Thankfully there was still a supply of charcoal in the back room, as it had been blocked off previously from looters by the rubble. He didn't quite have the skill with a soulcaster to create coal. Plus he had heard that excessive use of soulcasters could have ill effect on the nerves, so he tried to avoid it as much as he could. Which meant he would need to find a way to keep his metal supplies stocked. Something for a different day, he concluded, as he retrieved the now glowing metal from the forge and continued to hammer it into steel. After several hours of hard labor, Laonin cleaned and hung his tools on the wall, and put the forge to rest, to be reawakened tomorrow. He then ate some dinner in the sparse living quarters on the second floor, and set out, toolbox in hand. He had found his next renovation project, a tall building which seemed to have been crushed by something large, given the enormous footprint left nearby. While most of the building was destroyed, the first floor was relatively intact, and housed several families of people who had nowhere else to go. He spent the remainder of his day inspecting the building for damage, taking note of anything and everything that could affect structural integrity once it was repaired. Thankfully there seemed to be some records of what this building had looked like before its destruction, which made his task a whole lot easier. As he was working a rugged looking woman approached him. "What are you doing?" she asked, looking at Laonin making measurements and writing down notes on a sketch pad. "I'm trying to determine how easy this mess will be to clean up. This building used to be able to house a dozen families comfortably, near as I can tell. Now there's a handful lying about in the dirt, and with the holes in the walls it can't be much warmer in here that out there anyway." Laonin replied. The woman looked surprised for a moment. "You mean you're going to rebuild this. Where will we stay when you tear it down? Do you know how few buildings there are with even this much room? Why not build somewhere else that won't disrupt those few living here, and let us be." she said turning away. "I don't intend to tear it down, I'm simply going to fix it where it stands. And seeing as how there doesn't seem to be anyone barging in with deeds of ownership, you'll be first in line to claim housing once it's done." The woman stopped and turned back toward Laonin, a flicker of hope in her eyes. "Really? You're really going to fix it? Why would you do that?" she said, a hint of suspicion in her voice. Despite the hope she felt, her life had been hard enough to know no one would do something like this without a reason. "In my opinion, this place has seen enough power hungry men to last an eternity. I figured someone needed to step up and fix the damage they've caused. I know one man can't fix everything. But even if I only help one person, then that's good enough for me. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to continue with my work." he said, turning back to the wall. The woman looked at him for another moment, the flicker in her eyes warming to an ember in her chest. She turned and went to talk with a group huddled nearby. Some didn't react but the rest watched this dwarf of a man continue to work. Not knowing what to do, they continued doing what they had been, surviving. After doing a preliminary assessment of the building, Laonin headed home. Strange, he thought, only a short time here and I already think of it as home. Have I really been so desperate for some stability? Arriving back at the forge he let himself in, and locked the door. He climbed the stairs to his small bedroom, and after changing, lay down in bed. He let out a deep sigh. Tonight he would sleep well. He finally had a goal, and the means to see it through. Turning onto his side, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. --------
  3. voidapple forever

    So, I've noticed a lack of scenes with two people in a house. There is a few, but they end up being awkward with no thread to put them. So this thread is for if you want to have an RP in a public place that others aren't part of. So here it is. House scenes.
  4. Anthony stood there, his eyes a bit watery. Because, of course, the suit was really tight. He had his white hair in a fine ponytail, and on the same suit he had worn to the wedding of Max and Althea. He stood at the side of the field, waiting. The wedding was going to start soon, and he was going to be ready. He looked at Tena, where she stood, wearing a beautiful dress, no shoes, and a radiant smile on her face. He looked down at himself, again unsure about himself. Was he really worthy of this woman? She was so... perfect. No, no turning back now. We have the baby to think of. He gave her a somewhat supportive grin, or at least he hoped so, then looked. The guests should start arriving just about now. @Blessed peace @AxeliustheGreat
  5. Hey! So, I was talking with a friend of mine, and we came up with this idea for an rp. So, the basic idea is that you wake up in a clearing one day, no longer human and confused about how you got where you are. You've been combined with an animal in some way* and you need to figure out how you got there, where you are and what you're going to do to get home. If you're interested, I'll add you to the rp PM. It started off as an idea for a furry dnd style thing, but I know not everyone is comfortable with that, so I'll try to make it as normal an rp as I can, that way anyone can join in. Freeform, and just getting into the works. If you'd like to roleplay, help me build it into something worth playing, or just one of the two, please let me know! *(this combining with an animal could be something as subtle as enhanced senses, sharper teeth, and animal eyes; as interesting as gaining animal limbs like becoming a satyr or centaur or something; or as obvious as becoming an anthropomorphic version of an animal.)
  6. era 3

    Birds were singing a merry tune as sunlight filtered down through the bows of a green oak. Returned walked along a path, whistling a quick rhythm, watching the wildlife tumble in the grass about him. Yes, he thought, humanity has done a fine job with this world. This place will do... —— Seven Months Later —— Returned stood proudly atop the battlements of his brand-new fortress. He had inspiringly named it "Fort Fortress". Hmm, he though, If my name is any indication, perhaps I should leave choosing names to my advisors. He shrugged, and went on enjoying the fruits of his labors. Even here, on the Alleyplanet, where the science of returned was well known––even taken for granted––there were still people who worshiped returned. That was, in fact, how he had managed to build this monstrosity anyhow. He had the faint worry that the laborers would stick around after the project was done, and he hadn't the faintest idea what to do with a bunch of fanatics. He shrugged, discarding his worries, and resolved to enjoy this day. The short man, Keleth, walked up. "Hello your majesty. How are you doing on this fine day?" "Thank you Keleth. Yes, I am in fact enjoying this day immensely. You know, the opening of the fortress and all. Sadly, I'll have to leave after this, I have a wedding to attend. By the way, are you good with names?" "Um, maybe. My kid has a good name." "You have a kid?" "Yes, his name is Jonathan." "Good name. Are you good with city, or, maybe, perhaps, fortress names?" "The name is kind of lame, isn't it." "Yes. I fear that I am absolutely hopeless with names." "I think I noticed. My lord Returned. How about 'Fortress Eternal' my lord?" "I like. I like it a lot. In fact, have the scribes change the name to that. Thank you, Keleth." "You're welcome my lord. I assume you caught the reference?" "Mm. Are the people almost settled in?" "Yes my lord. They are setting up temporary residences and shops in the main courtyard." Returned looked over the edge, and indeed, many canvas tents were erected in the courtyard. The Fortress was huge, perhaps a square mile, and the construction had been a huge undertaking. It had taken more than seven months with the assistance of large amounts of investiture, including the sacrifice of two other returned. "It will happen soon Keleth. Soon, we will have a city to rival the capitol. A center of trade and economics. A hub of politics and industry. A truly majestic city shall arise here." "Speaking of a city, we have the projected logistics worked out." He handed a writing pad to Returned, which was perused with a careful eye. "A militia of one-hundred thousand strong? Getting a little optimistic are we?" "It's also to serve as a defending garrison, and possible an invasion force." "Are we to be a sovereign state, or under Alleycity jurisdiction?" "If I may advise to start out under their jurisdiction..." The conversation went on like this, discussing many of the logistics and specifics needed for running a budding city. After the conversation with Keleth was over, Returned sauntered over to his office, in the top tower. "Milton, please summon my officials." The thin secretary jumped over to a desk, where he grabbed spanreed. "And what would you like me to say?" "Say this: @#Voidapple, @Gancho Libre, @MetaTerminal, and @beantheboy12. I summon you to the new Diagramist headquarters. You are to report here, and we shall discuss goals and objectives of our great guild. Thank you." The spindly man wrote this, and then hesitated. "Um, sir, what about the... other one?" "Hmm? Oh, yes, draft another message." The scribe took another spanreed in his hands, and set it to the paper. "Say this: Hello @Furamirionind. You have acted with great loyalty and are to be commended. Although your position within the greater guilds has been very beneficial, it is time to end the charade. I'm calling you to the headquaters of the Diagramists, and you will now serve as the known leader of the Silent Gatherers. Godspeed." Milton finished the message then set down the pen. He looked at Returned gravely, "This will cause quite a ruckus in the Alleyverse. They will not be happy." Returned slowly walked over to his window, and surveyed the budding city below. He finally turned towards Milton, "No, they will not. It is time though. Time to break expectations. It is a new era, after all."
  7. A lone fisherman sits in his boat, line cast in the water. He slowly turns the knob and pulls out a small fish. He rows back to the dock and puts it in a bucket with others. There are many there and soon he'll retire for the day. Nearby, there are a few small shops, a center park with benches, and the long dock extending to sea. In the distance, there is the faint outline of a ship - design unknown. Some considered it a mirage, others an island. Either way, it hadn't come closer in the recent future, leading most to dismiss its presence. The fisherman gets back in his boat and starts to eat his lunch. ---------------
  8. Somewhere on the outskirts of the Alleycity, a man was digging up a grave. Who was he? Well, that's really not important, he doesn't really even need a name. Suffice it to say, he was a graverobber. No? you insist on a name? Fine then, his name was Jaks. Happy now? Now, back to the relevant events. Jaks was slowly digging out a grave, he was in no hurry, there was no one around. Besides, he didn't like to strain himself. A light breeze blew through the night, shaking the trees. A single leaf descended and brushed the tombstone next to him. It was a rather ornate tombstone, an obsidian staff, with a spear and scythe curling around it like snakes. Set on a short circular base with flourishes and embellishments carved into it. He had been digging at a steady pace for nearly an hour, taking his time. He paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, and looked up at the moon, a distant look in his eyes; he fingered a small hourglass pendant he wore around his neck. He soon resumed his digging, and it wasn't long before his shovel struck something solid. "Aha" he muttered under his breath, kneeling down to brush the dirt away. As he did, the edge of a sleek, black coffin was revealed. He gasped. "By Voidus himself.." he whispered. He quickly returned a shovel-full of dirt to re-cover the coffin. He glanced up at the tombstone, recognition dawned on him. Of course. He rushed away into the night, still holding his shovel, heedless of any who might see him. *** It was less than a quarter hour later that he returned, a bag slung across his shoulder. He knelt before the still fresh dirt, and pulled some kindling from within his cloak, set it out over the grave, then carefully laid out the contents of the bag; the bones of Saint Valvoch of the Alleys. He inspected his work for a moment, pulled out a flint and steel, then struck it, lighting the kindling.
  9. Dwig looked about, the Alley city was the perfect place for a new M&I location. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small cylinder, marked: M/I LC AMCD. Dwig grinned, unscrewing the top of the cylinder and smacking it against his hand. Something fell out, Dwig smiled. He held the small, pure black cube in his hand for a second, before tossing it at a dilapidated building. When the cube hit the building, it transformed the once-apartment into a perfect Metallurgy and Investiture shop. Dwig grinned. The device had worked this time. He walked inside, seeing all the usual stuff that M&I sold. Dwig vaulted over the counter and plopped into his swivel chair. After sitting for a while, he rolled over to his file cabinets and pulled out a folder. He stood up and walked to the door. Walking outside, he began nailing the notice in the folder to the door. Then he walked back inside. Looking about, he saw that the store was slightly different from the original. It still appeared like a supermarket with metal vials, fabrials, and weapons on the shelves. He wandered to the back of the shop and sat back down. METALLURGY AND INVESTITURE NOW HIRING, Positions needed: Below was a five-page list.
  10. Several Months After the Events on Aimia Sephtis stood overlooking the Alleycity. The overlook held a few trees, and grass. The last time he had seen it, the Overlook had been barren and rocky. Sephtis had acquired new clothing from the journey from the isolated, guarded island of Aimia. He wore a cloak over his leather garb, adorned with several knives and Kunai. He wore a hood to keep people from noticing his face and his spike. In his journey he was referred to as One-Eye. In a very particular instance the One-Eyed Assassin. A small cremling sat on his shoulder. "Now we just wait until dark." The cremling clicked in response. The Cremiling was Twilight Sky, a Sleepless, an Aimian who helped him escape. "I wonder if anyone remembers me. I have been gone for some time." Sephtis settled under a tree to wait.
  11. The story: You are an excited gamer, eagerly awaiting the end of a countdown to when you can begin the open beta for a new MMO 'Game of guilds', the countdown finally finishes, you create your character, blast through the opening tutorial in record time and suddenly your vision goes dark. When you awaken you look around to find a minimap in the corner of your vision, three bars above your head and a town full of NPCs staring at you. Congratulations! You have just been virtually abducted into a game! Thus begins your journey in roleplaying. You are surrounded by strange people who periodically switch between perfectly normal people and blank faced NPC roles, you are attacked by monsters at every turn and you periodically glow whenever you level up. The skills: More skills available upon reaching higher levels, having prerequisite skills, completing certain quests or even through hidden objectives. At character creation 5 Skill Points are available, multiple points can be put into one skill to gain a higher starting level, this will unlock a random selection of recipes/abilities and is not as efficient as levelling naturally. Skills: Magic: Learn how to use magic! -Chanting Magic: Basic wizard-style magic, speak your spells to unleash havock! (Must also select magic) -Runic Magic: Inscribe runes to create an elaborate strategy and win the battles before it even begins. (Must also select magic) -Enchantment Magic: Create Enchantments on yourself and others (Must also select magic) Bladed weapons: Unlock the ability to wield sharp pointy things and know how to stab other people with them. Blunt weapons: Unlock the ability to wield heavy, blunt things and hit things with them. Archery: Unlock the ability to wield a bow and arrows Thrown: Unlock the ability to throw things at other things! Swimming: Learn to swim! Writing: Free yourself from the shackles of illiteracy Stealth: Learn how to sneak Observation: Learn how to look at things and see more things! Farsight: See farther than you ever have before! Fishing: Learn to wield a fishing rod a scour the seas for all things living. Then stab them with a hook. Smithing: Learn how to hit metal and change it into differently shaped metal. Also unlocks the ability to mine. Carpentry: Learn how to cut wood into other shapes of wood, unlocks the ability to chop trees Fletching: Learn how to make arrows and bows, unlocks the ability to chop trees and gather from certain feathery foes. Gardening: Learn how to make a garden, also unlocks the ability to gather some plants. Cooking: Learn how to prepare food, unlocks the ability to skin animals and gather plants. Crafting: Learn how to craft things from other things. Unlocks the ability to mine and prepare certain materials. Gatherer: Unlock the ability to gather materials like ore, plants, wood and skin animals. Unfortunately you don't know how to do anything with them. Herbalism: Learn how to mix potions and medicines, unlocks the ability to gather plants. Summoning: Learn how to summon things! (Requires magic to unlock most abilities) Trapping: Learn how to trap animals! Unlocks the ability to skin animals. Increase Endurance: Increases your endurance and... that's about it. Increase Attack: Increases your damage and... that's about it. Increase Magic: Increases your Mana and magic damage and... that's about it. Resist physical: Become hardier and less easily hurt by physical attacks. Resist Fire: Become fireproof! ... Eventually. Resist Frost: No need for warm clothes anymore. Resist Poison: You've made some suspicious friends, good thing you can handle anything they try to slip you. Resist fall: You have legs of steel, resist fall damage The races: -denotes subrace Humans: Human alignment, Don't get a racial level, get a base 10% increase to XP gains and as humans are the most numerous race they get the most frequent persuasion options outside of shifters. Forestfolk -Dryad -Ent: Nature alignment, (passive) increased endurance, (passive) non-boss plant mobs passive unless attacked, (passive) increased XP from plant gathering or farming activities. -Swampmen: Nature alignment, Dark alignment, (passive) +X% resistance to physical attacks, (passive) +X% effectiveness with earth, water and swamp magic, (passive) Armour degrades X% faster, (passive) Increased aggro from non-swamp mobs, (active) Quagmire: Area of effect binding spell (consumes mana, must have Magic unlocked) Beastfolk -Minotaur: Nature alignment, (passive) Strength bonus, (passive) requires custom or minotaur-dropped armour to equip, Reduced mana pool, (active) Gore: Charges enemy, inflicting high physical damage based on strength, Armour piercing. -Satyr -Centaur: Nature aligned, (passive) Start with archery skill, (passive) increased stamina, (passive) Unable to equip leg armour, (passive) increased speed -Beastmen -Lamia/gorgon -Harpy Undead -Skeleton -Zombie -Wraith -Demon: Dark alignment, (passive) High persuasion against human enemies, (passive) Negate fall damage, (active) Invite Possession: Target humanoid enemy becomes an ally and takes X damage per second unless it passes resistance check. -Dullahan: Dark alignment, (passive) vulnerability to light X%, (passive) Night vision, (active) weapon summoning: Bone whip, (active) Word of demise: Death magic, instantly kills lower levelled mob. Elves -Forest Elves: Nature alignment, (passive) Start with farsight skill, (passive) increased mana, (active) Wild call: Target beast creature becomes ally for duration -Dark Elves -City Elves Celestials -Angels: Light alignment, (passive) Negate Fall damage, (passive) Light magic & recovery magic +X% effectiveness, (passive)unable to equip dark-aligned items, (Passive) Unable to attain dark or necromatic magic, (active) Divine light: Heals those of a light alignment, turns low level undead, causes fear in those of dark alignment. -Fallen Angel: Dark alignment, (passive) Negate fall damage, (passive) Light and Dark magic +X% effectiveness, (passive) unable to use recovery magic, (passive) Unable to be healed by recovery magic, (active) Darklight, negative energy healing (Can heal otherwise unhealable targets like undead) -Spirit Halflings -Dwarves: Human alignment, (passive) Increased XP gain from mining or smithing related activities, (passive) Increased endurance, (passive) increased chance to find gems. -Goblin -Orc -Hobbit Giants -Cyclops -Ogre Creations -Golem: Nature alignment, (passive) increased endurance, (passive) reduced HP regeneration, (passive) +X% effectiveness for earth magic, (passive) physical resistance +X% -Elemental: Nature alignment, (passive) elemental resistance X%(Varies depending upon elemental type), (passive) unable to equip armour, (passive) physical resistance +X%, (passive) +X% effectiveness to element -Enchanted armour Shifters -Doppelganger: Mutable alignment, (passive)Increased charisma, (passive) increased dexterity,(passive) reduced endurance, (passive) decreased persuasion with those of suspicious or observant nature,(active) Impersonate: Targeted humanoid mob type becomes friendly for duration -Ooze/slime: Dark alignment, (passive) ignore physical damage below X, (passive) immune to poison,(passive) reduced stamina,(toggle) Change form- Change between humanoid or slime appearance.(Humanoid form) - Dark alignment becomes mutable alignment, (passive) decreased persuasion with those of suspicious or observant nature(Slime form) - Dark alignment, (passive) decreased persuasion from all non-dark-aligned characters, (passive) +X% chance to dodge attacks, (active) consume: Lunge at target to try to consume them, target takes X damage per second, healing you for X/2 lasts until opponent passes resistance check. Most non-human races have unique abilities, passive buffs as well as negative drawbacks. These abilities can be leveled through useage. Racial levels can be disabled, stopping your ability to level them, this will prevent you from gaining any further drawbacks or benefits related to your race but you will retain the base adjustments. If you want to know about any specific race feel free to ask. The beginning: Welcome to Game of Guilds! Explore an expansive world, with secrets around every corner. Explore the 101 guilds of Loutuana and put your own mark on them. Introduce magic to the fishing guild and discover the long lost secret for creating fish-rain, teach the clothiers guild close-range combat and unlock the full deadly power of crochet needles. Combine your skills to produce the ultimate Adventurer!
  12. 16 years after the War for Alleycity. Elkanah glanced up, looking at the sign. "DIDGERIDOO, the Delicious Inspired Distinct Great Eating Resturant, and Innovative Developers Of Orders." It was open. He glanced down at his partner, Rilu. The kid was doing good. He was close to his second Ideal. They had built this place from the ground up, and it was finally done. Satisfaction thrummed through Elkanah. "So, we're open then?" Rilu asked. "Yes, yes we are." Elkanah replied. The menu wasn't very big, only including a few staple items from each world, and of course, TUBA's signature Fortune Cookies. He would expand the menu, as customers and critics ordered unique things. Rilu was a suprisingly good cook. Elkanah was proud of the kid. He was a bit shy, but a good person when you got to know him. His chouta was the best Elkanah had ever tasted. Hopefully, this place would last longer than the bar, all those years ago.
  13. Sephtis appeared in front of a large building. A sign read Investiture for a Better Life Foundation. He walked toward the main doors of the building. The doors slid open on his approach. He led Max through the main lobby of the newly built and furnished building. He nabbed a guest badge from the front desk. He gave the badge to Max and continued on his way. As director he could do whatever he pleased. Sephtis stepped into a elevator and pressed a button. The foundation was built into the ground, so the lobby was the main floor. "This is the Investiture for a Better Life Foundation. What we do here is experiment with all types of different investitures to build towards a better future and life. I set this up just before I trained my daughter Aurell in assassination. Here we provide a more than generous wage and benefits to employees. We have made many major advancements." Sephtis explained this all while the elevator descended. It would stop occasionally to allow passenger a look into some of the experiments scientists were carrying out. The elevator stopped at the bottom opening up to a long hallway. Sephtis walked out of the elevator and down the hall. He passed many empty offices. Head of Hemalurgic division, Head of Aonic division and many more doors that did not have name plaques on the door. He reached the end, and opened a dark oak door which read, "Director Sephtis." The office was decorated with a large cushion chair behind a large glass table. Two leather chairs in front of the desk and a small circular table between the two black chairs. The walls were adorned with abstract pictures and a bookcase on the right wall. Sephtis sat in his chair behind his desk. He tapped a few buttons on the desk. "Performing scan." The desk said. A light ran over Sephtis for a brief moment. "Spiritweb scan complete. Welcome back director." "Have a seat, Max." Sephtis said. Sephtis moved a few applications off his desk and projected a 3D spiritweb from his desk that hovered a few inches from his desk. "Do you know whose spiritweb this is?" He asked Max. @I think I am here.
  14. Mahz stepped into the shack, looking around nervously. There was an old woman with glasses sitting at the table in the center of the room across from him. He sat down and stared awkwardly at the woman for several minutes. Finally, he decided to break the silence. "Can you tell me where I am?" The old lady chuckled. "Of course. But first, allow me to ask you why you've come here?" This didn't make Mahz any less confused. But he knew what the answer had to be. "I'm here to gain the power to kill the person who murdered my brother." The woman smiled. "Well in that case, I think we can help. I'm here to offer you a job. We'll train you for about six months, and then let you go out on your own to complete it-although with all of our resources at your disposal, of course." "Will that give me enough power?" "Oh no, of course not. That man was trained personally by Nalan, whatever training or resources we could give you in six months wouldn't be nearly enough. But once you succeed on our mission, it will be just about the easiest thing you've ever done." Mahz smiled. "Alright. What am I doing?" "Many years ago, a powerful man trapped himself in with an equally powerful being. We believe we've found a way to control this being. Now all we need is for someone to let it out."
  15. Rick walked into Alley 72572. 'wait, isn't this the alley where the salsa research is' Rick winced as the fourth wall broke, "Yes, and I was trying to avoid thinking about that, as that's an OOC thread" The mimes repairing the fourth wall scowled in Rick's direction as it shattered again. "Sorry guys, ignore me and the voice." Rick opened the door in the ground and jumped through, falling into the Salsa Club's meeting room. He quickly pulled out the Time Recorder and pressed rewind. Ten Seconds Ago "You know, I always wondered about the record button on that does," The snake said. Rick looked at the snake. "You need a name, you shall be called Banden from this day forth" "Kay," said the snake. Just then, the gravity in Alley 72472 changed and the three of them fell into the God Weapon Research Lab. "Hello," called one of the scientists cheerfully, wielding a glowing sword, "Good to see you, Rick" Rick walked into the center of the lab, where eight swords were placed point down in eight altars. The scientist placed the ninth sword into its altar and walked to a control panel. Researchers began to run about the lab, preparing for the activation. Later The central altar began to glow with power, charging with saidin and Spiritual energy. The energy began to take shape, forming into a massive sword. The sword darkened, sucking in the light around it. "It's drawing too much power, activate the Spiritual Dampeners!" a scientist yelled. The glow began to dissipate, leaving the sword. Rick walked up to the altar and pulled the sword out. He gasped, so much power, he could level a city with this weapon. He smiled and slammed the sword into the ground, teleporting away. .
  16. A dusty crypt riddled with cobwebs is found underneath the hall of legends. Inside is various coffins, the bones most likely counterfeit, but the memories are what matters. The groundskeeper sat on a small stool, lantern and dagger in hand. The coffins are as follow: Naermen, Ghostblood Councli Member. Rhazien Monatgue, Ghostblood Council Chairman. Syen, Medic and founder of Einladung Antony Nightshade, The Dark Herald. Leya, Knight of Crystalia. Mace Klasten, TUBA Originator. Mac, DA Hemalurgist. Rashan Caer, Ghostblood assassin. Kymar, The dark oculator. Soul, Ghostblood assassin. Rohan, TUBA’s Typhoon.
  17. Chapter 1 The Awakening Pain. That was the first sign that he was alive, well other than his breathing. His head hurt as if someone had hit him in the head with a particularly large hammer. Though on second thought that would have been impossible as his skull would have been cracked and- time to move on. He opened his eye and immediately regretted the action. Sunlight made his eye hurt and his head ache more that it already did. He groaned and sat up. Who am I? he though. A name bubbled up into his mind. Sahin. That is who I am. No last name surfaced. He sighed. Apparently he didn't own a last name. Bother he would jsut have to come up with one on his own. Then something occurred to him, stopping all thoughts. He reached up and touched his face, specifically where his other eye would have been. Sahin instead touched a pointed metal spike. He reached to yank it out but reconsidered as a small inside voice spoke to him. That is your life line pal. it said. When doing so he noticed and odd symbol tattooed to the back of his palm. Three interlocking diamonds. Another memory stirred bringing up another word. Ghostbloods A voice interrupted his thoughts. "So your back?" The voice said. "Almighty help us all that you have returned. What fate has in store you I wonder." He looked to the speaker and noted his odd looking body which seemed to be make up of some odd insects. These bugs solidified into a man. "Was I really that bad?" Sahin asked. "You don't remember?" "My memory is a bit hazy at the moment." "That must be due to the Hemalurgy degrading process." The man muttered. "What?" Sahin puzzled. "Nothing, nothing. I am interested in what part you will play." The man burst into the insects he saw before. He opened his mouth to say something then closed it as he watched the creatures scuttle away. Disregarding the strange conversation with the bug man, Sahin turned his attention back to himself. He wore a tattered set of clothes and a matching ripped cloak. A broken mask lay in pieces not to far away. Must have been mine he deduced as he could only see one eye hole from the pieces before him. He wore a belt with little holders for glass vials. There were a few that were still full and unbroken. Though he did not unstop one to drink it. "Well," He said to himself. "Time to get off this wretched barren island." With that he started to walk with no particiular destination in mind. He just knew he he had to get off this forsaken island if he wanted to live. Little did he know, Sahin Vandre was really Solace First. A deadly assassin, a scheming mastermind, and evil to the core.
  18. Third of the Night strolled into the mansion through the gilded doors, entering onto a platform a cavernous ballroom. The Ghostblood Council had not cut corners in choosing the location for the ball. The mansion, to the far north of the Alleycity, had once been owned by an unaffiliated worldhopper. When the Ghostbloods had shown interest, he had quickly cleared out. Night presented his invitation to a Ghostblood underling and he was announced to the ballroom. “Third of the Night, Ghostblood Representative!” A few of the Homeless looked up, recognizing the name- Night waved to acquaintances and friends. Everyone in the Alleyverse and everyone who classified as one of the Homeless that the Council had been able to reach had been invited to the party to celebrate the start of the 17th year of peace. Night hoped everyone would be able to come. Nin and Hateka, Night’s Aviar, took off. Nin perched on one of the silver chandeliers as Hateka started making lazy circles throughout the room. Night descended one of the staircases to be greeted by another Ghostblood underling. “Welcome to the Ghostblood Ball, sire. Please feel free to wander throughout the mansion as you please. Refreshments will be carried around the main ballroom, but you may visit the banquet hall to your right if you desire more food; and down the hall to your left are some more… private rooms if you wish to keep your conversation away from prying ears.” The underling bowed and stepped back to carry his message to the next guest. Night nodded to the man and smiled at the members of the Ghostblood council. Homeless of every ethnicity, some wearing armor or carrying weapons and some not, talked and danced throughout the ballroom. As a slower song ended, dancers broke up to return to their conversation circles. The musicians, of a band formerly known as MoTab, picked up a fast and catchy tune. Night smiled contentedly. Some were here simply to have a good time, some were here for business, some here for the popularity… and others were here because they saw the signs of things to come in the Alleyverse. The Arena of Valor was open for the first time in sixteen years, and there were rumors of quests regarding the Worldspike. Battles had been fought in remote corners of the Alleyverse. Whispers of powerful armies rising again circulated… in admittedly less-trusted gossip circles. Regardless, old alliances were being reforged, and new rivalries were surfacing. The Ghostblood Ball was but a mask for things much more sinister than it suggested. Grinning, Night waited for more guests to arrive.
  19. In every alley, there is darkness. In the darkness, there are knives. One ought to be careful travelling through the alleys, for the things they encounter may be frightening. As is this. Some of the various guilds of Alleycity have taken note of some strange being that travels through the city like a ghost from Threnody. There are not many survivors, but the few sane ones describe how this person would seem calm for a moment and flying into a bloodthirsty rage in the next. Reports have spoken of this person having long strawberry blonde hair, and carrying a weapon that appears like a gun from Modern Scadrial but has the abilities of a Shardblade - as most of the victims have the tell-tale burned-out eyes that are the marks of Shardbearers. A few victims have described... strange things happening around the person - most of which are incomprehensible. The various guilds - whether they be the Keepers, Canton of Combat or others - have hired various seekers, bounty hunters and warriors to track down this person before any more deaths of their members - or others - happen, at all costs.
  20. Ambrosia set out from the sentinels headquarters. She took with her 200 vials of pewter, 15 full steel metalminds, and 40 different types of her special red and black chalk, with 4 sticks of each type. She also took a huge collection of meal sized unkeyed benadalloy coins, giving her food and water. After a while, she reached a plain near the New Alleycity, and found a warp left behind by Titan. She stepped through, and arrived by the entrance tot he boundless world. She placed a sign, a large sign, that stated: "Join Ambrosia Nightshade for exploration, glory, and fame. each member will get there own realm, free." She went in, and entered the realm of Titan. She traveled through the entrance, the city realm. She traveled through the next realm, his castle. She traveled through the third realm, a land of farms. She traversed the fourth realm, the forest realm. She climbed the final realm, the realm of mountains. She saw a cave with a fiery glow, and considered stopping, but decided against it. She reached the sixth realm, a realm not owned by Titan, a realm which was owned by thirty different people, so control over the realm was minimal. She sat, and waited for someone to arrive. ******* This thread is for anyone wanting to explore the Boundless Worlds, join a guild for explorers, or just be in the Boundless Worlds. Any thread can have the boundless worlds in it, this is just one thread for it specifically. This thread takes place in the sixth realm (the unowned one), the unstable dimensions, and any that will be stabilized during it. Not in the five realms of Titan. Anyone is welcome, and the Explorers Clan takes no viewpoint on Hemalurgy.
  21. Me, @AonEne, @Inklingspren and a few others made some PM's a few weeks back, a Pokemon one and a Wings of Fire one. Post here and tag one of us if you'd like to join, we have discussions about them and are trying to do an RP for them.
  22. From the album AlleyVerse

  23. So I'm aware that there have been a few attempts to do this, and also the MAG exists but I've found getting people who aren't big fans of the cosmere into that to be difficult and honestly I just prefer working with something familiar. So I'm trying to convert Mistborn and Feruchemists into 5e classes. This would be for standalone use so if they aren't perfectly balanced against existing 5e classes that's not a huge deal but I want to get it somewhere in the general ballpark at least and definitely try to get them balanced for each other. Very basic drafts of what I have so far are available at: The Mistborn: http://homebrewery.naturalcrit.com/share/SyteFG3Rf And Feruchemist: http://homebrewery.naturalcrit.com/share/rkKhlEaAf I'd appreciate any feedback or suggestions.
  24. Hi all, so I've been looking through the Role-Playing board and couldn't find a topic where we can role-play just for fun, with no real goal or reason. I think it could be fun to have somewhere where we can role-play to our hearts content and just see where it ends up. Anyone can join, the only rule is that all in world text, weather describing your actions or spoken words, must be in colored text. Also, try not to give your character god like powers. I can't wait to see where this goes! I'll start it off... My character is named Eighth of Midnight, born on the world First of the Sun. He is a world hopper with a single brown and red Aviar named Sift. Sift gives Midnight the ability to know a brief history of any object he touches. As night fell a lone figure shoved the doors open to a large building. Inside lay a large banquet hall, quiet and empty except for the dusty broken tables strewn all over. "What do you think Sift?" Midnight looked around the room, "it looks abandoned." The bird on Midnight's shoulder chirped as if excited, he always got excited by old things. "They said they'd be here." Midnight did not like waiting.
  25. I recently fell under a misconception. I was told that there was a running RP on the 17th Shard. I, unfortunately, mistook the statement as meaning there was a standardized RPG game complete with GMs and a running community. I was corrected and ended up in a very long conversation with a friend of mine about what would be required for an adequate, or preferably amazing, RPG. So, I have created this thread with the hope of finding how many people would enjoy such a game. Current plans: In-depth (and specialized) character sheets that gauge state of mind, how broken the character is, (snapping, insanity, Etc.) and how aligned they are with their ideals and goals. Online compatibility. (You do not need to be in the same room to play) Worldhoppers that appear randomly through quests and scenarios. Pros and cons to each magic system. Scenarios that adhere to canon. Artwork. And as much extra as we can churn out together. What we will need: Interest; we can't make this unless people actually want to play. Please contact me or simply post here with ideas, questions, suggestions, and anything else related. Game-Masters; People who are quick-witted and enjoy messing with people will probably enjoy this position in the game. You do not need to only GM the games, but having people willing to would be greatly appreciated. Fan-art; The game can still function without art, but where is the fun in that? Feel free to contact me (Discord: ArmyOfHellium) or @Vashakh Sadeas (Discord by same name). Thank you very much, and we will enjoy any interest or worries expressed. Edit: We now have a Discord channel for the yet unnamed Cosmere RPG is up and running: https://discord.gg/qfCHEFf