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  1. In every dream Lies the possibility of a nightmare Will your hope turn to despair And lead you down a path you cannot return from No fate is set in stone Until the moment it becomes too late to change Froura. A city that is always changing. While not as crowded as the early days of the appearance of The Dungeon a steady stream of outsiders came to the city every day. While the majority of them were merchants, or travelers drawn there by the intrigue of the dungeon and those who delve it, there were many still who came to attempt to conquer that place. Despite that none had come close to this day. "It's rather sad, isn't it?" "What is, my lord." The mage looked out their window. Watching as people, travelers and otherwise, spilled through the streets. "They go about their lives without knowing anything. And they will end their lives much the same." A small, sardonic, smile. "Though perhaps it is us who know who are the truly sad ones. How goes the preparations?" "No change. That is to say they go well." "And the other families?" "No sign of any interest from them." A sigh. "As usual. It was the intention yet it still is disappointing." "My lord?" A dismissive wave followed. "Continue at the same pace. Let them flail about in the dark. Time is on our side. None of them will reach The Spark. Not before we finish. And then it will not matter." They slumped back and tore their gaze from the window. "And then this sad scene will finally end." Estellise Fereis The young lady, mage of the Fereis family, woke in the early hours of the morning as usual. Though these past few days have been somewhat different than the norm. She had met and joined up with a pair of rather surprising individuals. Up until now she had traveled into The Dungeon with members of the Fereis family. And even then usually not for long. Yet now she would be in the company of strangers. Commnofolk at that. This was something her mother very clearly didn't approve of. Which was, once again, the topic of discussion, if one could call it that, at the breakfast table. The long table seated several other Fereis family members. Though the head of the family was absent. A usual occurrence as the young man hardly ever took meals with the rest anymore. The room itself was rather grand. Tapestries lined the walls and a great chandelier, candles lit with blue flame, hung above the table. Which itself was a massive thing. Dozens of seats lined either side. Though only several of them were filled at the moment. A contrast that, perhaps, spoke to the abundance of wealth even the smallest of the major families had. Her mother's voice was kept low, attempting to avoid the attention of the others, but the sharp tone carried despite the volume. "I will say it again. I do not approve of you going off with some rabble. You must explore The Dungeon of course, it is the duty of ever member, but do so with the family. It may be slower than some of those foolhardy 'adventurers' but it is the way we have always done things. You won't have this option to be so carefree once you're the h-once you're older so I do not see why you would break from the tradition now." There was a sour look on her face and the woman's eyes flicked over towards the chair at the end of the table. Which was where the family head would sit. When her gaze went back to her daughter she let out a sigh. "I wish you would avoid those others, Estellise, I truly do." Christopher Ellwood The Drooling Dragon. It was a rather uncouth name for an establishment. The sign that hung outside its door even more so. A fat dragon, sleeping on a pile of stones, with a waterfall of drool dripping down its face. Despite the name, and the sign, the beds in the rooms that made up the upper two floors of the large building were rather comfortable. For most travelers that is. Christopher woke up in the morning to the noise of people outside. Even from the third floor, which contained the rooms reserved for those planning to stay more than a few nights, he could hear the voices coming in from the small window above the bed. The sunlight shining directly on his face didn't help matters. Nor did the dry heaving he could hear from the neighboring room. Belonging to someone who most likely had spent too long in the tavern last night. Once he made his way down to the ground floor he would find the tavern nearly empty. Only the most dedicated, or most downtrodden, of souls tended to come to the tavern this early. So it was mostly those who rented rooms. Eating the rather simple breakfast the bar owner provided them. Most of those that were there that morning were sat up at the bar itself. The many tables were empty. The stools having not even been put down on them. In the corner the small stage was even more empty. The musicians that usually used it wouldn't come in for a few more hours. There were several spots where, instead of the usual tables, there were areas set up for various games of chance, skill, and strength. Though those too, this early, were empty. Barring one table where two large men arm wrestled. Neither giving the other an inch despite the strain that was clear in both of their faces. The bartender noticed as Christopher made his way down the steps and gave him a nod. The man was rather tall. Standing at six feet even. Though his fine, for a commoner, clothing covered his body well they still strained at places due to the muscles that hid underneath. His name was Hector, Christopher had learned, and there were a wide variety of rumors about the man. The most prevalent and wild of them being that he had once been a mercenary and on one job had knocked out a dragon with a single punch. "Mornin'." He called out. His voice low and unassuming yet strong. "Did you slept well, kid? I know Donald had a late night. Hope he didn't wake you." Hector nodded to a nearby empty barstool. "How about you sit down and I'll get you a bite to eat." Lana The Riverside Church, as its name implies, was a church located near a river. More specifically the river that ran across the city near its center and cuts the area in almost two sections. It was a smaller church, able to hold only several dozen faithful, but Lana had been directed there because the priest who took care of it was known for helping out travelers down on their luck free of charge. As long as they were willing to do some minor work around the place in return. The room she was given was small as well. Hardly more than a closet. But it had a bed, and a small, simple, table where a candle was set. As well as a rather large, circular, window that she could see one section of the river from. There was a noise. Something creaking. It wasn't unusual for a building like this to have such noises but these seemed somewhat louder than normal. Which was odd as, until the priest comes in later in the day to set up, there shouldn't be anyone else there. The priest's home was nearby but not attached and there were no other guests. Whether the noise prompted the girl to get up to investigate right away or not she would find the place empty. Though a door leading to the graveyard out back was partially opened. Before she could check, were she inclined, the main door opened and the priest walked in. He was a short man but still fit despite his age. His head was bald and the only hair he had left was a neat mustache, still mostly black but greying, and he wore heavy robes whenever he was at the church. His grey eyes looked inquisitive as he saw Lana up and about. "Good morning, child, is something the matter?" He then noticed the door on the other end open and a smile crossed his face. "Ah, I see she has come earlier than normal. If you were worried about that no need to. It's my daughter, you see, she tends to visit this place. Though usually not at this time. You've been here a few days now but I suppose you never did meet her. If you'd like to say hello you're free to. Though, I could use some help setting up for the sermon later, if you don't mind." OOC
  2. BGM What separates a dream from reality? Is it the unusual nature, the impossibility, of a dream that crosses it from reality into fiction? What then do you do when something impossible happens in your waking world? Does reality then become a dream? And then, in that case, does that mean the dream is now reality? All you heard was four words. "I need your help." All you saw was darkness. At least that was the only way you could process what you saw before you. The pit that was entirely empty. Not just empty. Devoid of existence. Pure nothingness. You didn't have time to feel fear, or anticipation, or anything at all. Yet you had no idea how long you were in that nothingness. And how long you, too, were nothing. When you're enveloped in a blanket of nonexistence it's impossible to tell where you are, when you are, and perhaps even who you are. Thoughts floated past like driftwood. Just out of your reach. And the nothingness continued on for only a moment. And yet, as well, for eternity. When you opened your eyes, or were they already open and you only now had something to see, the landscape was much different than you were used to. It was uncertain where you were and there were only two things you could be certain of. One was that wherever it was you found yourself it was not where you were before. Nor was it the nothingness from an uncertain amount of time ago. And the other was that someone was calling for you. Not audibly. But calling nonetheless. The end of one chapter begins another. The park was empty. At first. And then in a blink, a moment, there were several people standing in its midst. For a second or two they seemed to not really be there. Their outlines blurred, the details of their faces and clothing uncertain, and then there they were. In shocking clarity. To call it a park would be an overstatement to some of them. It was rather small, they could see the end of it any direction they looked, and the number of trees could be counted on an average human's fingers and toes. Several benches were scattered across a path that weaved around these scant few trees in a loosely circular formation. Near each bench was a flowerbed. Perfectly rectangular, which could be proven if one had the proper tool and were inclined to check, and only five feet wide, the flowers in them were as varied in appearances as the people who were now standing in this supposed park. The only noise was a soft bubbling that came from a fountain behind them. It was larger than even the trees, which themselves were 15 feet high, and the base was diamond shaped. The height came from the large statue of a dragon, on two feet and aiming its mouth, from which sprang three arcing jets of water, towards the sky, standing in the middle. Other than the group that had appeared the park seemed empty. No citizens out for a stroll or vagrants using the benches for a bed despite it being nighttime. Not even an animal could be seen. And surrounding this park, which seemed separate somehow from anything else, was a city. Even those from what might be called a "modern world" would think it somewhat unusual. Large buildings could be seen in every direction and neon lights flashing various advertisements and names of establishments. On several buildings were large screens filled with news broadcasts. Subtitled in a language that, though none of them should know, was perfectly understandable to the group. And titled with the words "Prana News" "Seems that the sports stadium will reopen tomorrow. In other news; an attack on the police station was thwarted earlier today. More on that after these sponsors." Followed by an advertisement for some kind of breakfast cereal for children "It glows in the bowl and in your stomach; who said breakfast can't be fun! Try Nuk-O's today!" As they tried to get their bearings each of the group would, again, hear something calling to them. They felt a mental tug which seemed to want them to go somewhere. Somewhere that they instinctively knew was in the center of this city of metal and lights. Whether they followed this tug willingly and directly, or instead went in another direction and tried to ignore it, was up to each individual. Their first steps into a brand new world had begun. OOC
  3. No matter the obstacle we must carry on The Chosen. Nine warriors fated to save the world...or so they say. In reality the Chosen were nothing more than relatively common adventurers given a grave task. A task that several already were found unable to handle. Having lost three of their number before reaching the first Demon Gate, eldrich devices that connected to a demonic realm, to say the group was struggling would be an understatement. Yet, somehow, despite their start, the group managed to reach a Demon Gate. Where they are now learning the true terror of their task. Though they are smaller in number each of them have a determination to defeat this grave foe. And now...the story continues. The shark heading for Gilly wasn't quite stopped by the sudden spear in its face. The creature seemed to lack any concept of self preservation as it merely whipped its head to the side to tear the spear out of Gilly's hands. Once it did this it burrowed its way underground like its companion had been. Then, similarly, it launched itself out of the sand again and towards Gilly. This time its lower half remained embedded in the sand as the spine-like thing and the head of the shark remained above ground, snaking back and forth as it tried to get at Gilly. Similarly the one fighting Ryia ended up in such a pose, with its lower half under the ground. It, however, instead of going directly for Ryia tried to snake around her to attack her from behind. --- Lindow made it up in time to see Damien slicing across the part of spine on the Fire Elemental that was visible under the flames, which Keres had unveiled, and caused a large chip to fly off of the Elemental. He would also see as the Fire Elemental twisted its body nearly 180 degrees in order to swipe a flaming arm at the swordsman. Damien ducked and rolled under it but then was almost caught by a blast of flames and only managed to get out of the way with the help of Keres's water whip pulling him to the side. With a growl, seemingly not thinking much anymore, Damien merely went for the Elemental again, blade low, and heading for the center of mass. The elemental raised the arm not attacked by Lindow. The flames extended upwards, growing thinner but longer, more focused, and almost took an edge to it. It seemed posed so that it would bring the flame down on Damien as the swordsman made his approach. Keres shook her head but was unable to say anything. She knew that she had to do more but she only had a limited supply of water. And what would she do if this thing decided to turn its attention to her? The Demon Gate was already making her feel sick and now this doubt that was welling up doubled that feeling. --- Gilly had done a rather insane, or perhaps Gilly-like is more fitting, action. Swinging her spear horizontally at the snapping jaws coming her way. The girl's strength wasn't quite enough to stop the creature but as the magical ice shattered against it the shark did seem to recoil. Hob rammed the creature's spin, which was sticking from the ground, and there was a slight cracking noise. Though there wasn't much time to listen closer as the shark was now lowering its head to latch onto Gilly's small form from behind. OOC
  4. <OOC> Excerpt from Chapter 1: Shaky Beginnings Date: August 23rd, Year 556 Time: 9:00 AM (Terce) Location: Castle Augusta, Galtea BGM To Your Royal Majesty King Reginald of Galtea, Head of House Nabudis, Archduke of Augusta, and my Honored Father, I hope this letter finds you well. I regret to inform you that, while I am alive and unharmed, I bear grave news. Despite what you may have heard, I was kidnapped by goddess sympathizers and barely escaped. I will not mince words. They took me to a church within Pontus, and used my blood in a dark ritual to revive the goddess. Unfortunately, they succeeded. Fortunately, they didn't succeed in full, though even partially revived, She is a force to be reckoned with. My apologies, father, but I cannot return just yet. Although Pontus may have been the ultimate cause of my kidnapping, the ones who did so were citizens of Galtea. The Pontics have been desperately searching for me, and I fear, if I return to the capital, I would be walking into a trap... I will set out for Sochen within the day, where I hope to find sanctuary far from Pontus's borders while I determine my next course. Written at Castle Balfon on the twenty-first day of the month of August, in the year of our hero-king, five hundred and fifty-six. Per your daughter, Catriona of House Nabudis, Heir Apparent An intake of breath, and the letter found itself crumpled within a mailed fist. The owner, a white-haired man in ermine robes, breathed out through his nose. "Really..." he muttered. "That girl...does she have no sense of self-preservation? Still...to think they would be so bold as to pull this..." He paced his chambers, brow furrowed. "They've gone too far this time...not just the snakes from within, but Pontus as well." He strode from the room, cape billowing behind him. "Looks like they all need a reminder on how I earned my title." The Winter King. Tempered in governance, but forged in battle. BGM Since then, Catriona and company faced many challenges in their journey. Their goal was to find the Great Dragon, who would hopefully be able to assist in defeating the goddess or sealing her away. The initial group composed of Catriona, Malu'kai, Anaïs, Meifing, a small town fighter named Alois, Catriona's sister Penelope, her knight Gunther, Feray, and a wandering swordsman named Asura came across a blacksmith named Jake being accosted by bandits. They defeated them with the help of a young man who looked fresh from the farm, a Pontic named Edrick. Unfortunately, Anaïs had to leave soon afterward, and Edrick was heavily injured. The group accompanied Jake to Ithome, Sector Three. Along the way, Feray left the group, but they met a girl named Tarizo, who joined temporarily. In Ithome, Meifing left the group, but they came across Link, a former Galtean soldier, now a library guard. He led them to the city hall, where they were turned away by Councilman Silas. Meanwhile, Edrick, who had just finished recovering from his wounds, was ambushed by street urchins, only being saved by the timely arrival of the rest of the group and a noble in disguise named Ciela. The group set out not long afterward and met Sienna, a girl wearing a hood to disguise the fox ears atop her head. Joined by Sienna, the group reached Sector One, where most of them decided to head for the library to research information on the Great Dragon's whereabouts. Ciela, on the other hand, decided to go shopping, but an altercation with a rogue left her paralyzed from the waist down. Meanwhile, in the library, Sienna discovered a secret passage, but at the bottom, a scene straight out of a murder mystery awaited them. Not long after, the group was arrested and taken to the City Hall where they were interrogated by the Three Councilmen. They spent another day in the city, but soon had to leave, laden with presents from a mysterious man named Santa. Asura left them at the gate. Headed to the Pelinna region, the group encountered yet more bandits, a shaman named Azar, a wolf cub named Rohns who began to follow Link around, and the Pelinna Patrol, a group of volunteers who patrolled the region to keep it free of bandits. Among them was a young bow thief named Tsetseg. The group was soon divided after being ambushed by fox Proteans who thought them to be kidnapping Sienna, who as it turned out, was the chieftain's daughter. While some were taken away by the foxes, the rest joined forces with the frog Proteans, including a frog of little words named Shiro, and the patrol. The two sides were on high alert ever since one of the frogs was murdered, and the fox tribe's treasure was stolen. The frogs marched on the fox village, where it looked as if a fight would break out, especially seeing as the fox chieftain looked to be under a spell of sorts, save for the timely arrival of a horde of bandits. Joining forces, with foxes, frogs, and humans all working together, the group managed to defeat them. The next day, Azar left, but the group was joined by a pegasus knight named Adelaide, who, unbeknownst to them, was actually a former cavalier named Adelheid, who had served on both sides of the Great War. Licorice, a black fox with hidden motives, joined as well. After leaving the forest, the group came across an abandoned shrine to the goddess, a church that was little more than a single tower and an altar, with broken-down walls surrounding it. It seemed harmless enough, but when night fell, a horde of what Licorice called "Awakened" attacked them. However, yet more Awakened arose to help them, their eyes a brilliant white rather than blood red. A woman astride a horse calling herself L'Arachel also came to their aid. The battle was long and arduous, but at long last, the group stood triumphant. Chapter 5: Creeping Darkness (continued) Date: 8th of Ramesoth, Year 556 Time: 3:00 AM (Lauds) Location: Abandoned Shrine, Histia BGM Catriona breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing her head and wincing when her hand came away wet with blood. A horde of undead...just what she had wished to wake up to. Still, every one of them was alive, and that was an outcome she hadn't dared hope for, not with just how many undead there were. More than she could count even were she given minutes on end. She would call it a miracle that they were still alive and whole, but she knew the real reason, and it was not something as unreliable as that. Their Awakened allies, and the strange girl astride the horse...L'Arachel, she had called herself. Not to mention the undead villagers that had risen from the ground as soon as the enemy Awakened had gone south, and into the graveyard. The dead did not like being disturbed. Though unskilled in battle, and equipped with nothing but farming tools, they were brave. Yet now, as the last of the Awakened had finally fallen--one that had seemed a little smarter, a little stronger, but in the end just as susceptible to getting stabbed--they started to crawl back to the graveyard, the white light that had shone from their eyes flickering like a dying candle. Even the pegasus that Edrick had ridden faded away, its purpose served. One, an elderly-looking Awakened, stopped in front of her. "Many thanks," he rasped. "This place...has always been our home, and always will be. No matter what...outsiders do." His mouth turned down into a frown. "Once...we were a village. Built around this church." He waved a hand. "Now...this is all that's left. The rest...burned to ashes. Please..." he said, grasping hold of Catriona's hands. His own were cold. "Please...find the priest. It is because of the priest...Father..." he coughed. "We are ourselves. Not slaves, hearts warped by Her rage." He released her hands, but a small bullion remained. "The last...of my savings. Hid it...from the soldiers..." He hobbled to one of the graves, one that looked a little nicer than the others, and like the rest, closed his eyes and sank into the ground. Now all that remained were the original five. Save for Dua, who was currently preoccupied in healing the group alongside Ciela and L'Arachel, the allied Awakened were not doing much of anything, as if they were waiting. Waiting to die once more? What a morbid thought. And yet, such thoughts had kept her company for nights on end now. She turned her gaze to where Licorice stood nearby, nearly untouched. It seemed almost unreal that such a person could stand there so calmly, as if she hadn't just shown off a near inhuman speed in the battle prior. But then, perhaps that was the point. She wasn't human. A sudden soothing feeling shook Catriona from her musings. Turning, she gave her thanks to the white-eyed priest above her, who nodded at her and moved on. While she would feel dizzy for a while from blood loss, the feeling would eventually go away. The woman stood, marching to the northern exit of the shrine, where the bodies of the enemy Awakened were long since gone, dissolved into wisps of red smoke. Shivering, she turned back, and stopped, seeing a glowing figure above the altar. "What mad--?!" but before she could finish, the glowing died down, showing the figure to be transparent. The woman took a few steps back automatically, before gritting her teeth and stepping forward. The allied Awakening all let out gasps of shock, Unil most of all. He stepped forward, a look of pure, heartbreaking longing on his face. "Father?" he whispered. BGM The figure, who on closer inspection looked to be an older man in the raiments of a priest, gave a sad smile. "Yes," he replied. "It is me, my son," he looked at the rest of the Awakened, shaking his head. "Stubborn as always. Even now, you refuse to leave." To Catriona's surprise, every single Awakened started to tear up, a couple even breaking down into sobs. Whoever this man was, he was important to them. "Thank you," the man said, turning his solemn gaze to the group. "The invaders likely arrived because of you, but even so, you defended this place, and soothed the restless spirits that lingered." He paused. "The path you walk is a hard one, but it is not impossible." His smile turned wry. "Though it seems odd coming from a man of the cloth, I give you my blessing. Perhaps you might be able to return things to how they once were." "Then," the lord leaned forward, unease temporarily buried. "Do you have anything to advise? Know you where the Great Dragon lies?" The man shook his head. "I have no such knowledge, yet I can offer you a different kind of aid." He paused. "It is only due to my strong attachment to this place, and the goddess's power, that I am here, but as the abbot, I have a responsibility to all who come seeking succor." He bowed his head and closed his eyes, muttering a prayer in what Edrick would recognize to be Pontic, though of an archaic variant. Soon after, the altar glowed with a brilliant white light. "A long, long time ago, this place was known as Alltrades Abbey. People would come from far and wide to embark on new beginnings, leaving their pasts behind." He lifted his head to stare straight at the group. "I am Abbot Jack, the last of a long line of abbots blessed with the power to change the path one walks, even their very fates." His eyes seemed to pierce through every single person there. "But be warned, not all change is for the better. Those who seek improvement in one area will inevitably lose strength in another. We were not made perfect beings, though we may strive for it." He started to speak again, though this time his voice changed from a feathery whisper to a commanding boom. "Now. You who seek to change yourself, step forward." Catriona hesitated. This was her chance. The chance to change her cursed fate. Were she to step forward, perhaps she could even cast off the yoke of royalty, and live her life as a simple woman, free of the worries that plagued her. Yet, no. She shook her head. Were she to do so, then it would not relieve the pressure, only transfer it. To her sister. And that, she could not let happen. And what of their quest? The goddess was still out there, tonight was proof of that. She would not give up so easily, so neither would Catriona. No, she could not afford to cast aside her class. A lord she was, to her very bones, and that would never change. But as for the others...that was a different matter. She had no control over their decisions. OOC
  5. ~Theme: Fire Emblem~ <IC> Hosted and Co-hosted by: Sethera and LordCowCow The tale of the hero-king Augustus is passed down from parent to child all over the continent of Mysia. How he, ten other heroes, and the Great Dragon sealed the dark goddess Inera with the aid of the legendary sword Caliburn and the Fire Emblem. These heroes were known as the Twelve Crusaders, and they went on to establish the various countries that make up Mysia. Augustus in particular founded the kingdom of Galtea, where to this day his descendants rule. It is said that only the blood of the hero-king can awaken the goddess from her slumber. With this in mind, the Order of Inera, a sect of holy men and women devoted to the dark goddess, devised a plan to steal one of the two children of King Reginald, the current ruler of Galtea. With the aid of goddess sympathizers in Augusta, they managed to kidnap Princess Catriona, using her blood at the Pontus shrine in a dark ceremony to revive the goddess. However, before they could complete the ceremony, the girl escaped. Still, the ceremony wasn't without its consequences. Although they couldn't complete the ritual, the goddess was partially revived. With her awakening came undead horrors and Catriona herself ended up cursed, doomed to die before her next birthday. Realizing the risk of returning to Augusta, where she might get kidnapped again, Catriona fled to the castle of Sochen, where her sister Penelope happened to be staying. After a tense reunion, they decided to set out for Ithome, the capital of Histia, where they might find more information on stopping the goddess and her curse. Meanwhile, King Reginald has just received word of his daughter's return, the country that kidnapped her, and what they used her for. Pontus has gone too far this time... Rules Information Website This website has all of the information you need if you want to know more about the RP, the setting, and current events within the RP.
  6. Premise World City Magic Races Major Families of Froura NPCs Locations App Format Accepted Apps
  7. IC Welcome aboard the Janissary! Don't mind how old the ship looks; it is that old, but you'd be hard-pressed to find a more reliable ship. This here is an independent cargo ship, and you are part of its crew. What's that mean, you may wonder? Well, if you fancy the idea of adventuring across the stars, visiting far-off planets and meeting exotic peoples, all while turning a pretty penny in the freighter business and most definitely picking up some odd jobs on the side for extra cash, this just might be the job for you! Let's be honest with each other, you probably aren't enough of a thrill-seeker to be a bounty hunter or a pirate or something fancy like that, or else you wouldn't have signed up to work on a cargo ship, but as far as normal civilian jobs go, this is about as adventrous as you could possibly hope for! Now, notice how I said independent cargo ship. We don't answer to the Consortium, or the Senate, or anyone else! We take jobs shipping cargo if we want to take the job, and honestly a good crew is hard to find in this line of work, so we'll make sure you're well taken care of here. And that means your input matters. We aren't about to try and drill into Orad Mus and find out what's under its surface, or try to single-handedly end the golden age of space piracy, but if enough of the crew wants to take or avoid a job within reason, that job's what we're doing. This isn't the story of the Galactic Union's finest heroes, or of spies trying to figure out what the hell those Sarvatti bastards are up to this time, or even of pirates raiding innocent vessels. No, this is just the story of a rusty old cargo ship and the group of spacefaring normies who live in it, and you're a key part of it just like everyone else on this ship. Rules: Database: App Format: Accepted Apps:
  8. Hello......hello. Again? No, that's not right. Hello for the first time, for you at least, everyone. I hope this message gets through. You see...there have been some problems in my universe. Oh, right, there's multiple universes. Don't worry you'll understand eventually. Anyway something has gone horrible wrong. And the only hope we have is...all of you. No pressure. Well. Perhaps a small, just a tad, a smidgen really, bit of pressure. I, we, really need your help. You won't be alone and, even if you find yourself in the unfamiliar, take heart that you have comrades. You will fight together. Live together. Argue with. Forge bonds. Perhaps even more. At least...I hope so. Perhaps you'll just kill each other. This isn't an exact science. It's not even science at all, not really, actually. But that's enough from me. There's plenty more to say and I, while I'm a wonderful orator, would take far too long to explain it all. Rules Premise Setting Applications Accepted Apps If you do join please be able to stay dedicated to somewhat frequent posting. I want this to work and not just be a "fun thing to play around in for a month then leave" so be sure to pick your character carefully. They're gonna be with you for a while. If you're unsure about anything let me know. I'll try and point out anything I see as problematic but don't feel down if I do it's kinda just my nature. Lastly I won't have a solid limit on number of players but if I feel it's too much I'll make a limit. Well...there you have it, let's get this going!
  9. IC They came to you in a dream. “Go!” they ordered. “Board the Swallow Tail And fly west.” Decided to host something of my own. I’ve been on this site long enough that it was bound to happen eventually. This is a fantasy journey RP with a hint of mystery to it. Part of a watchdog's duty, after all, is getting to the root of an area’s problem and flushing it out, and that requires some investigation. Or you could just call upon your patron to smite the place. After all, there can’t be a problem with the town if there’s no town to begin with. I was thinkinking three to five players, though I suppose that depends on the level of interest. Feel free to ask me any other questions you might have, and I hope you enjoy! Rules The Story So Far FAQ Application: Accepted Apps:
  10. Kelsey Fionne woke up and immediately rolled out of bed. Had she been in her bedroom at home this wouldn’t have been a problem, given she slept on a mattress, but this wasn’t her room. She woke up in one of the, incredibly tiny and cramped, cabins aboard the military transport vessel, the Finback. The rooms were so small there was barely room to walk with the bed taking up most of the space. Said bed was the main issue with Kelsey’s actions. For each room had a bunk bed and she had chosen to sleep on the top bunk. She landed on her back and stared up at the ceiling. Contemplating how she could have forgotten this two days in a row. The first day they, her and the dozens of other students being transported to MechA cademy, woke up in this place it was understandable. She was in a brand new place. Forgetting where she was made sense. The second day? Not so much. With a groan Kelsey struggled to sit upright. Pushing with her single arm to a sitting position she looked around the room. There were her and her roommate’s, her best friend Stella, bags shoved in the corner. There was the foot wide window that showed the vastness of space outside of the ship. And there was the clock. Which read 1300. “Ah, crap, missed lunch again.” She grumbled. Despite being a military vessel the students being transported were given fairly free reign. Allowed to sleep when they wanted and wake up when they wanted as well. Unfortunately the cafeteria was only open every six hours starting at midnight and only for half an hour at a time. If you missed one of these windows you had to wait for the next one. Which, in Kelsey’s case, was five hours from now. Her eyes moved towards the other bed and, of course, Stella was already gone. She smiled fondly as she shuffled her way to the wall where she opened up a panel. This is where she had put the school uniform before bed. The technology inside cleaned and folded it for the morning, something Kelsey was quite happy about. They were told that they would only need to wear the uniform on the ship, opening ceremony, certain events, and missions. Given that the uniform was basically a standard grey tracksuit, with the words MechA cademy in blue along the side, Kelsey was pretty happy about that too. The girl spent several minutes pulling off the T-shirt she had slept in and, with a sigh, unlatched the metallic arm from the edge of her bed. She fumbled with it for another few minutes before latching it onto the device attached to the end of her elbow and flexed the device. Wincing, still unused to the uncomfortable tugging feeling it made, she got dressed and stepped outside. The Finback was a massive transport ship. It was lightly armed with a pair of turrets under the ship at the bow and stern. The main form of protection the students had were a trio of Mech pilots who were tasked with defending the ship as it traveled to Ardualf and MechA cademy. Where the students aboard the vessel would train to become Mech pilots themselves. Being a military vessel it was fairly bare when it came to entertainment. However the principal of MechA cademy made sure to outfit it with several things for the students to pass the time during what would be a three day journey. A small library had been installed. However as the president was certain teenagers didn’t read the library also contained a pair of massive televisions. Ping Pong tables were set up in an open room that used to be used for weapon storage. Along with a pair of ancient arcade cabinets. One was for Pick-Man. A maze based game where the player was a small yellow miner who would go through the maze breaking rocks to uncover gems and avoiding color-coded tentacles that would sprout from the ground to give chase. The other was the classic Back-Alley Brawler. A fighting game where various unusual characters from around the universe compete in fights in various back alleys of large cities to be the Back-Alley Champion. That is where one could find Kelsey, mashing away at the buttons as she tried to remember all the combos. A large window was located next to the machines and Kelsey noticed that they seemed to be flying into an asteroid field. Something that she was pretty certain they shouldn’t be doing. As the ship rocked back and forth and she struggled to keep her combo going she wondered if perhaps the pilot was drunk. By this point most of the students were up and about, going about various business, though each of them would notice the rather shaky motions of the ship. This would be the final, full, day before they arrived at their destination and the nerves and excitement was at a boiling point. In one more day they would officially be students at MechA cademy. OOC
  11. Never lose hope OOC Last time, on The Fallen God Team Mac, Day 22, Ogren The group had just arrived, after trekking through a stamina draining swampland, to the city of Ogren. Where they met a pair of Eeveelutions and were invited to their wedding the following day. When attempting to relax from their journey thus far the self-proclaimed leader of the group, Mackenzie, ended up getting into a fight with some of the local kids. Ari and Kazo went to intervene. "Hey!" Mac responded. "I can handle this myself, what're they gonna do tell their mommies? I'll kick her butt, too!" The group of young Gijinka seemed to be startled by her attitude, having expected her to back down, but the leader gave the other two a dirty look. "Why're you in our city anyway? Think you can just come in and eat without givin nothin?" "Now now, children." A kind voice came. "I think we all need to settle down. A woman came up to the group, giving them an apologetic look. "I apologize for these children, people have been on edge lately and I am afraid the young ones have been most affected." The boy looked bashful as the woman came, mumbling something about not being scared or anything, and Mac couldn't help but shoot him a cheeky grin. "I, too, am fairly new to this city." The woman said. "But I assure you they are rather welcoming most of the time." Team Neo Not Dark, Day 33, Under the Sea After a massive fight inside of an equally massive bubble the group finds themselves under scrutiny from a pair of Merm soldiers. Soldiers who say that Dora is their missing princess and had demanded answers. The two listened to the calm words of the group and seemed to relax slightly. Though one of them stepped forward and stretched out his hand. "Nevertheless we would prefer she stay at our side. Princess, we know that Gisei stole you from your home but you don't have to fear now, we will bring you back to your father." "Gigi didn't steal me! He protected me! Mamma told him to!" The soldiers hesitated, then one shook his head. "I'm sure that you're right." He said, clearly not believing it. "But we should go now. Your father has been worried." The other looked to the group. "We can escort you back to the surface if you wish." Team Karaoke, Day 33, Juyu The group had witnessed a miracle. A Legend, Jirachi the Wish Maker, had given her life to save the lives of Meloetta and Heather, the sheriff of Juyu, and they learned the identity of the only living Gijinka to have spoken to Arceus directly. After a night's rest they group intended to set out on the next leg of their journey. A journey back home for Gwen and Lok. With Nine and Kayla, deputy of Juyu, tagging along. They found Kayla near the exit of the city. Or rather Kayla found them. As she stepped out next to them and greeted them with an almost inaudible hello. She then showed them how she planned on reaching Alpha. Standing, holding what was essentially a giant wheelbarrow without wheels, right outside the city was a, familiar to some, girl. The Dragonite delivery girl, Quincy. She waved happily at them and called out. "I heard you all wanted a lift!" Team Showdown, Day 30, Southshore Forest What stared out as a fight against a powerful Legend turned into a battle alongside said legend against a dangerous Godslayer. The Crobat woman had shown that she was nimble and hard to catch, leading Taiga to tell Zygarde to lift the force that was limiting their Abilities. The Legend seemed to not fully understand until she remembered the attack that had begun all this. With a slow nod she crouched down and placed her hands on the ground. The area around them began to glow a deep green and the group would find their natural Abilities returning to them. Though it had the unfortunate affect of taking Zygarde's attention off of their would-be killer. Team Alola, Day 23, Dangerous...wait only some of them are in the cave After resting in what seemed an entirely innocent and completely safe cave the group was beset by cannibals. After a fierce battle the group of attacking cannibals was down to their seeming leader, a stubborn and hungry Skuntank. He had released a wave of acid at the group but didn't stop there. With surprising swiftness the monstrous Gijinka went after Nani with another powerful Night Slash. Any who tried to interfere would find themselves being attacked by an Acid Spray in the process.
  12. The Dream Continues Our young trainers have finally reached the last city on the island where new trainers get dropped off. They are now preparing to embark on the next stage of their quest. Mainland Korova. They will have even greater challenges, but also greater friends, on their path to be Pokemon League Champion. Naomi let out a monstrous yawn as she rolled over and fell straight to the floor. She lay there, for a few moments, un-moving, until Princess rolled her onto her back. "Gmo'nin" she muttered, blinking rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the light coming through the window. With the help of Princess the girl was able to get up to her feet. Though she immediately leaned up against Princess right after and the two spent a considerable amount of time trying to fit through the door before Naomi finally resigned herself to returning Princess to her ball. The girl stumbled her way out of the Pokemon Center and headed towards the first place she thought of. The docks that they had been at the other day. She didn't know if that's where the others had gone but it was where she remembered them going last so it only made sense, right? This half-baked logic, by sheer luck, turned out to be true. As the girl fumbled her way into finding them just as Kanon greeted Oswald, who had apparently just been in an encounter with a fish. "Mornin" Naomi muttered again as she approached. Before sprawling out once more on the ground near them. Meanwhile, same day, a bit earlier than the other group, Team JIB managed to find their way to the dock. It was quiet, birds flew overhead, occasional fish splashed up, and an occasional whoop of victory could be heard by the various fishermen along the dock. However their destination was the ferry. It wasn't as large as the ship as it had a limit of ten passengers at a time but it did have a small deck on top that was designed to allow small scale Pokemon battles for those who were bored on the several hour trip to the mainland. The captain of the vessel looked similar to the captain of the boat they had arrived on. And, in fact, if questioned he'd tell them that they were cousins. Which still didn't quite explain why they looked almost entirely identical. Either way the man would welcome the group on board with a reminder that they won't be underway for a few hours yet and that the single lounge room only had a television set for amusement. Though it did have several couches that were soft and a horribly ugly shade of purple.
  13. Fancy Logo Unofficial Theme Interest Check Rules Story/Premise Setting Mecha and Combat App Structure Accepted Apps
  14. OOC Though the second battle against the Phantom that the group had faced had been met with both hardship and near death for some, they had managed to pull through and fell the beasts on the island. With the defeat of the phantom, the monsters around the island either immediately collapsed or seemingly wandered off elsewhere aimlessly. The ground that had been blighted by the phantom's presence also seemed to revert to normal. Though it was a strange occurrence altogether, the group was granted with small gem fragments that had washed ashore on the island as their reward. With the mission having been completed they made their way back to the town from which they had taken the job in the first place. Upon reaching there, the group had made their way to their employer, recieving the reward and thanks for completing the task in the first place. With having finished the job he was contracted to do as well, the group had parted ways with Susanoo. With their reward collected, the Iron Falcons made way back to their home base. The walk back home was uneventful, likely a nice reprieve for the group that had just been out at sea, and with it the group had found some peace for the next day upon their arrival. Of course, this did not last the longest as the group was faced with their most dire of situations they had been faced with yet. Were one to look through their pantry they would find their stores remarkably low. And to make matters worse, even were they to get a new job soon, a good deal of the group's weapons were starting to show their wear and tear from overuse, with one in particular no longer having an item. As such, the group was presented with their next task. A shopping trip. Chapter 4 - Interlude Date: 22nd of Aeis, Year 967, Fall Time: 1:47 pm Location: Efreaux, Aeora The place the Iron Falcons had chosen to do their shopping trip to was the nearby town of Efreaux, a small community not too far a walk from their base of operations. Though the town of Efreaux had been one in Eastern Aeora, it was one that the people of the Iron Falcon had aided and visited enough that the people of the village no longer seemed to have the general apprehension towards the more Jouran of the group, be they the person, the mount or the magic from said land. Of course, this was only for both Rona and Ada, as the sight of the newest Jouran to the group was still met with nervous glances as they made their way into town, though no one seemed to actually say anything or indicate that their presence would be little more than a passing problem. Looking to his group, Leon simply said, "well, you all know what we need to get but we don't have work today so feel free to take your time." With that, he allowed the Falcons to split off and take care of whatever it was they needed to do. They would find all manner of different food stalls and shops around the town of Efreaux, whether it be a local butcher or a simple fruit stand. There were various tailors and jewelers scattered about town for those whose clothing had been damaged beyond repair. For those seeking to arm themselves for combat there was even a local blacksmith hard at work, and an apothecary that always seemed stocked up. With very few local mages and clergy, and being located within Aeora, there was nothing in way of shops for tomes and staves for those looking locally. Though there was talk of a strange new merchant who had simply wandered into town and was selling more unique wares. Even without shopping, the Falcons would still be able to simply wander around the village and were they to look at all they would not find it hard to find any sort of odd job around. OOC
  15. G'day, ya blokes. Name's Saxton Hale. Australian, CEO of Mann Co., and leader of the Saxtonettes Girl Scout troupe. You may remember that a while back Gray Mann took over my company with an army of robots. Well, fortunately I got my company back and the mercs got their jobs back. Unfortunately, Gray Mann's smartest robot, the Mecha Engineer, has came back and is out for revenge on us for putting Gray Gravel out of business. Now recharged, revamped, and even more blood hungry than ever, those bloody robots are back for another Mann versus Machine all out war. You may be asking where my mercs are. Well, they're dead. That's right. The robots finally managed to kill my prized mercenaries. Since I can't be at all my factories at once, I'm going to need a new crew to help me out. That's where you lot come in. I'm in need of a new crew of psychopaths to defend my hat factories from the new horde of killer robots until he can find Mecha Engineer and put it on the scrapheap for good. I would do it myself, but I have other obligations. Mainly teaching my girls how to set bears on fire. As for your payment, I ain't payin' ya, but fear not. Don't ask me how, but the robots are somehow powered by money. You make the kill, you get the spill. Now get out there and start protecting my company! ----- This RP will take place in the wacky world of Team Fortress in the 80s. Just as the intro says, you're a new team of mercenaries contracted to replace the old team who've met their match. One day you'll be defending a hat factory, the next you could be taking the fight to the newly revamped robots. They're still robots of the original crew, but now they move faster, punch harder, and take more punches to destroy. In addition, the robot leaches are back and they are thirsty for that Australium in your blood. This RP will focus on the defense aspect to start with, but as time goes on, I'm hoping to start an offensive against Mecha Engineer, who will be taking up residence in the old robot carrier. Despite the sillier tone I would like this RP to have, this will still be an advanced RP. https://discord.gg/27YZ8tz Apps Deadline for apps: 04/24/2020 at 3 pm EST
  16. At the Beginning The Korova Region. A more untamed region than most in the world it was always a place of great interest to strong trainers. With its vast wilderness and general lack of contact with the other regions it was perfect for trainers to grow and learn about themselves. However in the recent years it has grown more restless. The Champion had vanished without a trace and a group of criminals, Team Phoenix, have become more active. The Pokemon League decided that they needed a new Champion to help bring peace of mind to the people of the region. Thus they sent out invitations far and wide to try and gather trainers, and bring them to the region free of charge, to take on their Pokemon League challenge. You are one of a select group who, for one reason or another, decided to come to this land for the great opportunity of becoming the region's new Champion. Some goals may differ but one thing is certain. The trainers who come to Korova are destined to change it forever. Welcome back, to Pokemon: Mind and Soul. Rules Premise Setting Application Starters Accepted Apps To all reading this: Yes this is carried over from YCM. We will pick up right where we left off. The acceptance is closed but may reopen if need be. Note that you don't need to put the exact app for those accepted but as much as you can would be appreciated. Remember there's a document on the Discord with teams and inventory that you should have been keeping up to date.
  17. BGM Hello again, YC...NCM. After a rather unfortunate incident, which I assure you I had no part of, though I did warn Cyanthrax not to go in that room... Ah, excuse me. Let me start again. Hello NCM, my name is Mauvache. And I am proud to introduce you to this RP. I have the distinct pleasure and honor of running a special battle Arena on my home planet of Rama-Indri. Where I have gathered Fighters from across the dimensions to do battle in Virtual Battlefields for the entertainment of a world in dire need of joy. Here you shall battle many unusual people and creatures and learn to start a new life in a wondrous new land. Welcome, to RP Smash. Rules Premise Setting Point System/Combat Application Accepted Apps and Future Apps There is a Discord which will contain links to various statistics and other information. Anyone with any questions not in the chat may ask them here. The plan to deal with the current situation is this: We will time skip to Sunday in IC (One week from the start of the RP originally) and have the players fill in a summary of what they did. We will work out what they bought, who they hung out with, and how many points they have (as well as who they fought) and such things. I will be making a Daily Journal Document to put in the Discord (as well as one for information and another for confirmed prices of things). Note that I have a list of characters that have fought and where they fought but I won't fill out the list for the "summary" fights. In other words Cyanthrax vs Aria and Gavin vs Aurora happened in the "Demon Stomach" Battlefield. Even if another pair in the summary fought there they won't be included in the list (as the purpose is to make sure I don't double up too much and let everyone write a fight in each Battlefield).
  18. OOC Thread Once upon a time, this would be a voyage the likes of which was only possible in science fiction novels. But this wasn't then. This was now, and now those dreams and fantasies of the past were the reality in front of the Rebounder, and everyone aboard it as the star they grew up around faded into the distance behind them. But at this speed, there was no way they'd get to other stars and planets in any of the crew's lifetime. But that was what mankind's latest innovation was for. "Activate the stellar drives!" A deep, booming, humming noise could be heard throughout the Rebounder, as the ship prepared to switch to high gear, and then rocketed off, away from home, and out into places no human had been before. In a very brief instant, short enough that one would miss it if they blinked, the crew could even see the broken wreckage of their predecessor pass by as they shot onward. And a lot of what the crew saw through the windows of the ship was a whole lot of nothing. Much of the crew of 300 was assembled at the bridge. Not that the captain could blame them. This was a first-of-its-kind expedition into the stars, Stars and planets that might have appeared in textbooks once upon a time, but all barren and devoid of any signs of people living on its surface. However, after some time, something different came into site. A red planet, with a space station in orbit above it. Clearly not one that had been built by human hands. The speakers of the ship emitted some static, and a crackling. And then... "Hozk!" "What is that!?" "A transmission, captain! Source appears to be on the planet ahead." "Identify yourselves!" "Ol-kla se Kerkte Vruul, kla-boa Thakto. Sa-kla, neki te ol, ak mok ha." Whatever that means. The ship's translators not kicking in could only mean one thing. This wasn't any language spoken by humans. "Captain! Three ships detected coming from the space station! Orders, please!" "Hmmm..." Hostile ships? Friendly? Serena had no idea. This wasn't the time to make rash decisions, either. "Crew members here on the bridge! What do you make of this situation? I want to proceed in a manner you're all comfortable with, so speak up!" For the first time in this voyage, Serena was willing to leave the fate of the Rebounder to the opinions of her crew, but her own leadership of course. OOC
  19. The show must go on "What...happened? Ah, so that was the cause. Very well, it's time for a new home. Just like back then..." It had been an eventful few days for one Morgan Reaperson. She hadn't expected the Fighters to be as strong as they were. Of course, she made sure to make herself look good in her fights regardless but she wasn't entirely satisfied. She had to be the absolute, no question, best ever. Even if she did keep seeing fans pop up online, some rather unsavory folk at times, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was just "one of many" when it came to these Fighters. Especially when she learned that there had been Fighters before her. She had taken upon herself to research these former Fighters and thus it was that she found herself at a rather unusual place for someone of her build. A sports stadium. With a look of contempt she floated around the large, gaudy, structure and waited for the unwashed masses, at least that's what they were in Morgan's mind, shrunk to a more reasonable size before entering. "Let us see where this 'Former Fighter' might be hiding." For the other Fighters the day would start just like any other had. Except this time there was a bit of an odd message from Mauvache. Dear Fighters. I apologize if you feel a bit unlike yourselves this morning. There was a rather unusual magic surge overnight but I assure you there aren't any changes, beyond perhaps a couple superficial, that you must worry about. I hope you enjoy today as it's the start of a new week. Which means a free day for you all! Of course you may still participate in an Event if you so choose, just know it will be prerecorded and shown other days of the week, but I personally would take this time to relax and enjoy this most wondrous of cities. PS: Your regular meals are on me today. -Mauvache
  20. IC Rules Map Useful Links Current Roster Application Skeleton: The Company Leader For those of you already in the RP you don't need to recreate/repost an app if you don't want to.
  21. IC Thread The Stellar Drive. The first engine that allows human spaceships to travel beyond the humble boundaries of a few planets orbiting the sun without needing fuel, and as such, the next great step forward in mankind's endless pursuit to improve, endure, and expand. The first ship sent out on such an ambitious mission - aptly named Stella - was completely destroyed in an accident that caused the ship's Stellar Drive to overheat and explode, killing everyone on-board. But humans, being incredibly difficult to deter, built a second one anyway. The recruitment process for a crew wasn't easy in the wake of the first ship's destruction, but after a couple years of looking around, a new ship called the Rebounder was fitted with a crew, better armor, more guns, and enough wares for sale to buy a nation with. Among the crew aboard the Rebounder are plenty of invaluable personnel. That's where you come in. Be it for fame, fortune, adventure, or just sheer boredom, you've signed on to join the crew of the Rebounder on its voyage beyond the home system of humanity, but what awaits your ship and crew once you spread your wings to explore the stars is anyone's guess. Be you diplomats, colonists, merchants, or warmongers, one thing remains clear. Mankind's second crew to take to the stars beyond will leave a lasting impact, either in their neighborhood, or across the entire galaxy. Rules "Plot" & Setting App Format Accepted Apps
  22. It's once again time for the annual World Duel Nexus, a month long festival where duelists from around the world gather in teams to compete in specialized dueling tournaments, from Fusion and Xyz specialists to Entertainment and tag duelists, there's sure to be an event for everyone, all coming together in a series of team Action Duels where the various teams of duelists will face off. This year, to celebrate the twelfth anniversary of the event, a special set of cards has been released exclusively for competitors including the zodiac themed "Astrograhm" monsters, an archetype of low level monsters that can be discarded to summon a monster of the same attribute. Among the professional teams of duelists sponsored by countries and companies are two strange groups consisting of mostly unknown duelists from across the globe, the privately funded teams "Destiny" and "Fortune", what could their agenda's be? and why are their mysterious sponsors so interested in the "Astrograhm" monsters? RP Rules World Duel Nexus Rules List of Event Duels Character Application World Nexus Anniversary Pack Accepted Characters
  23. OOC Adventure 01: Bug Hunt BGM Greasy, oily rain began to fall as the Overdrive made its way along the dirty streets of Carousel, stopping only at checkpoints guarded by platoons of science soldiers as it sped its way deeper into the heart of the city. Seated rather uncomfortably in its crew cab, alongside two more of the helmeted stormtroopers, was a motley band of individuals, all of whom looked incredibly out of place inside a drab military vehicle. Three of them appeared to be human, at least, but between the power armor, angel wings, floating robot, and robed gremlin, the sheer absurdity of the anachronism on display was enough to get quizzical looks and stifled laughs from the troopers staffing the checkpoints. "New boots, most of them- never seen anyone from out-of-zone before." One of the two science soldiers in the overdrive spoke up, as if to apologize for any offense. "Most of us vets are either dead or wounded these days." "Must be getting real bad around here these days." One of the humans- the one wearing the power armor that took up far too much of the row of seats for anyone sitting alongside him to be comfortable, replied. "We're losing ground every day now. A few more blocks every week. All we can do is slow them down." the other one chimed in as they passed by the hulked remains of a blood soaked t-34 oni tank. "And yet you guys still have money enough to pay us?" The floating robot beeped with what passed for an agitated tone, though whether this was to punctuate what the guy in power armor was saying, or to yell at him for being rude, the trooper couldn't tell. "There's funding squared away for you, no need to worry." "Sorry. Didn't mean to sound greedy. Truth be told, if expenses didn't come with the territory, I'd be doing this sort of work pro-bono. Though..... my friends here might not feel the same way." He shot a glance in the direction of his compatriots, then looked back out the window. "So your boss, this Victor guy, he's at city hall?" "Yeah. City hall's been our headquarters since the bugs overran the military district. Once we get there he'll have a full briefing for you guys." "Sure you can handle it? You folks are in for a helluva fight." The other one spoke up again. Before anyone could respond, however, the overdrive stopped short, and the driver got on the intercom. "Checkpoint 7-b's empty. I don't like the looks of this." "Alternate routes, Chip?" "None that won't take us through a bug zone. I've got the chaingun revved up, but I think it'd be best if you make sure the block's clear before we keep going. Last thing we need is for a Doom Dozer to unburrow under us while we're transporting the cargo." "Right." The trooper opened the door, then turned back around to his passengers. "We'll be able to get moving again sooner if you five give us a hand. Might as well stretch your legs and help us clear the block." The block- what was once a bustling city street, was now piled high with rubble and discarded trash. There had been combat here before, and the remnants of those fights littered the road all around the vacant checkpoint. Out of view, there were several alleyways where enemies could be hiding, and there was no discounting the possibility that there could be hostiles inside the buildings or even underneath their feet. It wasn't a matter of if the checkpoint had been compromised- that was already apparent. Rather, it was whether or not the bugs were still here, and whether the overdrive could safely move through the area with the current level of activity that the group was trying to ascertain. "If you're feelin' lazy, you can stay and guard the overdrive. That chaingun can't reach the rear or the sides, after all." The other trooper added as he grabbed his rifle. "Scoop, Chang, make sure you get back here in one piece." Chip called over from inside the cab. "We'll be back in a jiff." Chang, the first trooper to speak, replied. "Scoop, you take the left, I'll take the right." "Roger that. Any of you hero types feel like takin' a walk, come with me."
  24. Even though it only feels like it just started, the Clone Wars have been going for months and show no sign of slowing down anytime soon. The CIS, under the leadership of the fallen Jedi Count Dooku of Sereeno, have fought the Republic to a bitter stalemate. While the Republic gives them hell, the droid army of the CIS gives as good as they get. However, now that the test of longevity has begun, the Republic begins to note strange activity from the CIS. For the past several campaigns, the Republic has noticed that the Separatists have been utilizing significant resources to capture and secure planets that offer no tactical advantage. This started with the galaxy's dumpster, Raxus Prime. The junkyard planet had no resources associated with it that would give the Confederacy any foothold, so the Republic sent a small task force to investigate what the CIS was doing on the planet. In the meantime, while on their way to a Republic outpost in the outer rim on the frozen tundra of Rhen Var, Anakin and Obi-Wan were ambushed by a large Separatist fleet inbound for the planet. The planet was home to a Jedi sanctuary, but otherwise held no military advantage, so they concluded that the Jedi sanctuary was the target of the attack, but as to why was still unclear. For now, the only course of action is to evacuate the base and flee before it's too late. OOC information Application accepted apps
  25. IC ~A Zai RP~ ~Logo by Thar~ Rules & Information Setting Plot Applications The Party
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