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Post by Brownie on Jan 1, 2021 15:37:54 GMT -5
all yall need a little more fantasy up in here.
nothing is set in stone, literally just generic fantasy setting go wild with characters and worldbuilding. If you don't like the setting other people are in, make a whole new city or country to explore. ezpz
I'll have a few starters up throughout the day, or yall post something and I'll make a character to jump in there. we all chill here
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Post by Brownie on Jan 1, 2021 15:54:39 GMT -5
- - - all my character starters. Scroll through if you want a place to jump in, anything with (open) is still currently open !!
(kept updated, I keep making characters and all of the latest starters will be put here !!)
feel free to make your own characters/plotlines and I (or someone else) can jump in with you - - - Morgana City of Roses, High Temple of Rie . (nimble) Morgana thought the priests of Rie looked... creepy. She knew Rie wasn't known for her beauty like the god of love Yarrete or purity like darkness patron Niev, but why did these priests need to look so shabby with their ruffled, dirty robes and dripping, smudged painted skin? She knew it must be an affected look, for the temple of Rie here in the City of Roses was the pinnacle of their sect. The priests here were honored, not beggared. As a group of priestesses passed her, she at least hoped that, under all their costumed drab, they at least had the decency to keep good hygene.
She tried her best to ignore the comings and goings of the priests of Rie as she waited in an alcove of the temple. Morgana was supposed to meet someone here, though why they had chosen this location was beyond her ken. Maybe they knew that hardly any citizens paid respects at the temple or Rie anymore, now that the great Pantheon was completed. Maybe they knew how unsettling the priests were, how they made Morgana's skin crawl.
Hopefully they would be here soon; she wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. - - - Brennan City of Roses, Orchards . (aether) Three shimmering figures appeared between the trees, blue and vaguely humanoid-shaped. Brennan felt the feathers on his cheek, he heard the hollow thwok of the bowstring, the whistle as arrows raced across the distance between him and the targets. The arrows sunk deep into the illusions like hitting a sheet of water. They didn't stick, rather, they lost their momentum in the substance and dropped slowly to the grass.
Already the orchard was filled with spent arrows. Only a few remained in the barrel beside Brennan. He pulled another three out, sinking their tips into the grass so they stood between his feet. "One more," he told the mentor, a thin reed of a man with a dark braid and billowing sleeves. Again, the mentor conjured the apparitions and again Brennan's arrows whispered as they hit home. Even the target that the mentor cunningly hid in the boughs of an apple tree.
Brennan released the breath he had held, placing the bow on the table beside. He bowed to the mentor. "Thank you for your time."
The man's lips puckered in a thin smile and he dipped his head slightly. "Always, Master Caldwell." The mentor seemed to hover as he walked back across the orchard to the estate beyond. Brennan took a few moments to rest from his practice. He'd have to pick up the arrows eventually and check them all for cracks or flaws (particularly that one sunk deep into the bark of a cherry tree farther down the line). But he was still sore, and he knew it would take some time to make his way across the orchard.
Not for the first time, he cursed his weakness. Archery was a coward's sport. As the eldest of the Marquis Caldwell's sons, he should be taking center stage at every tournament. He had been, even at sixteen. Talented, dedicated, a prodigy, they said. He'd stood toe to toe with several of the best swordsmen. And then the sickness swept through, putting a deep weakness in his lungs that would never heal and taking the strength from his legs so that he could hardly walk on his own at only nineteen years old.
He closed his eyes, focused on breathing. There was nothing to be done. Frustration was impractical, a waste, a hinderance. At least, that's what he kept trying to tell himself, hoping one day he'd finally believe it. - - - Light City of Roses, Lower Circle, Thieves Guild HQ . open Light fiddled with the padlock in their palm, raking the mechanisms with a pin and probing the open gears with their fingertips. They popped the latch closed and, without even looking down at their hands, picked it open again in seconds. Click. The double tumbler wasn't a challenge --even their grandmother with her wooden knitting needles could pick it by accident. But it was something to do with their hands, fulfilling that pressing need to hold, click, or tap that Light had never grown out of. On the lower streets of the city, Light's twitchiness was an asset. Their quick fingers, nimble feet and darting eyes kept them one step ahead of everyone else, even among the Guild.
The Guild's headquarters was swarming with activity, but not like a beehive would with loud sounds, pressing bodies and constant motion. No, the Thieves Guild bustled like sharks swarming in murky water. Every so often a fin would break the surface, betraying the dangers beneath, but most slunk by with hardly as much as a whisper and a shadow, flitting across the open space from one corridor to the next.
The only exception was the corner where Light sat, along with a few other patrons of the makeshift mess hall. Most the chairs and tables were empty (they would be full that night, after dark, when the mead was flowing) and conversations were hushed. Light could smell potatoes and char from the wall on the left side, where a heavy wooden table barred the way to another corridor. Behind were the Guild's kitchens and storerooms. Despite the table appearing a simple barrier, Light knew the food stores were the most carefully guarded of all headquarters. There were probably more guards waiting in rooms down that hallway than in front of the treasury, or Guild leader's private quarters. It takes a thief to know a thief, and the Guild wasn't taking any chances with their wealth of food stock and water stores.
Light continued to fiddle with the lock, biding their time. They wished they had something, anything, to do. But it was a slow day and so they remained, waiting, bored. - - - |
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Post by aether on Jan 2, 2021 5:57:23 GMT -5
[ You read my mind - we certainly do need more medieval Cx ]
Lyssa
Wiping sweat from her brow, the young lass popped the cover from her flask and drank the lukewarm water as though she'd never had the luxury or water before in her life. Tucked deep in the rows of the orchard she had sworn to the royal chef she would bring a feast of apples for the Lord's dinner. In reality, Lyssa longed for the quiet and solidarity of the whispering trees. Again, I must try again.
Placing her flask back at her hip, Lyssa resumed her stance - legs shoulder width apart, hands held in front of herself palm facing towards the clear blue sky. She slowed her breathing long, deep breaths through her nostrils and stared at her palm, but instead of looking at her palm, she envisioned an image of her brother, Gerrent. It seems like hours yet in reality it was only a few minutes, eventually, a spark crackled into reality over her palm. Face contorting with concentration, Lyssa knew that this moment was most important, with all the strength she could muster in her small body, she held her palm against the sparks that bounced from it and disappeared before touching the earth. Slowly, with much focus on a thought of her brother, the sparks calmed into a blue flame that wafted and hovered over her palm. Within the whisking movements of the flame, Lyssa saw her brother. He was atop a warhouse, eyes staring intently at something she could not see. His face turned to a snarl, as though he was talking something foul, but Lyssa hadn't the experience to envision anymore than the person she was searching for. She also lacked the experience to be able to hear the words exchanged, but Lyssa was sure her brother mouthed something akin to the word 'traitor'.
A whistle rushed past her head. In an instant, Lyssa disconnected from her vision and fell to her knees. Curse it! With quivering legs, she pushed herself back to her feet and stared at the item that broke her vision: an arrow, now deeply buried into the trunk of an apple tree just a step away from Lyssa's body. She stumbled forward to the tree and used one hand to steady herself while she gripped the arrow with her other hand. A meek tug was, unsurprisingly, not enough to pull the arrow from the clasp of the trunk, and Lyssa did not try to pull again. "Let whoever shot this arrow lose it, cursed thing." She muttered quietly. The serenity and quiet of her beloved orchard was clearly no longer; had that arrow moved anymore left... the thought made her shiver. With all intentions to collect a basket full of apples and return to the fort, Lyssa felt a tug in her mind. It was pulling at her legs to move in a certain direction. This was the dweomer that Lyssa studied, it was speaking to her wordlessly.
A mere acolyte to the mystical world of dweomer, Lyssa followed it. Despite the risk of flying arrows, she moved with the tugs that pulled in her mind, she responded by moving her legs with it as though she were a puppet and the dweomer her master.
As she moved, she came across more and more arrows - they littered her beautiful orchard and saddened her heart. However, moving onward, she found their archer: it was none other than Lord Brennan Caldwell, one of the lords that she served as a maid. Surely he would hardly recognize a lowly servant such as herself, yet she still willed herself to turn tail and flee as to not be caught dawdling in the orchard. It seemed her wyrd had much different ideas. She fought the tug of her dweomer and turned heel, hastily stepping on top of an arrow. It crunched and snapped beneath her boot, the sensation sent a shiver up her spine that fizzled at the nape of her neck. Curse me. Perhaps her Master Caldwell would not notice? She turned to glance over her shoulder and stared straight at her young master.
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Post by Brownie on Jan 2, 2021 15:14:39 GMT -5
- - - We do need more fantasy.
Forgive the rustiness, it's been like, over a year since I really rp'd anything - - - Brennan City of Roses, Orchard . with Lyssa The snap of an arrow brought Brennan out of his meditations. A maid, dressed in the uniform of the keep, stood before him, a large basket in her arms. "Ah," he said softly. Mentally he cursed his misfortune; however much he knew it would be good to do the physical labor of collecting his arrows, he also feared the weakness it would bring. It would be easier once he started moving, but of course the hardest part would be setting himself in motion. At the very least, he now had an excuse to start. "I was--" he stopped, shook his head. He had been resting atop the makeshift table-- a simple plank atop two barrels. He grabbed the canes leaning against it, swinging his legs down and letting his weight rest on his arms and the canes as he moved to the other side of the barrel to collect the quiver. "I'll pick up the orchard, no need to worry." He slung the quiver over his shoulder.
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Post by nimble on Jan 2, 2021 18:27:48 GMT -5
Lord Scorpius The City of roses, High temple of Rie. W/ BrownieScorpius sat upon his horse, wearing a black hooded cloak over his well made black suit. He had a bag tied to the side of his horse, and it was covered by his cloak. He took a drink from his flask, licking his dry lips together. He put it back in his satchel , taking care to his currently bandaged arm. He held his left tenderly to his chest, grimacing. It had been hard getting the item. Not to mention the fact that it was a dragons egg. He didn’t know how he had made it out alive with just a sprained wrist considering the mother dragon was over 30 feet tall and buff as all hell. She had been sleeping when he came by the egg, sliding through the tunnels of the cave and falling into the nest of riches. She had been angry as all hell as he escaped, he had fallen and hit his wrist on a gold statue on his way out. He managed to snag a few coins as well, but the payment he was about to receive was going to make it all worth it. He rode on, passing by many priests and priestesses on his way by the temples. Then he saw her. He got off his horse, taking the bag with the egg as well. She was standing by the temple. He walked over, keeping his hood low. He reached out into the shadows , the bag on the end. |
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Post by aether on Jan 2, 2021 19:15:12 GMT -5
[ that's all good! also i will check in with you, i had an idea that the warband are are war and i suppose one of brennan's brothers would be leading the warband. gerrent - lyssa's brother - is in the warband and he has discovered that brennan's brother is a traitor. likely gerrent is gonna be killed now but gerrent cannot simply claim his lord is traitorous as no one will believe him. lyssa and brennan somehow save the day? Cx ]
LyssaLyssa straightened her shoulders and greeted the lord with a curtsy. As he began to move, she let her eyes move to trees to witness dozens upon dozens more arrows. Interestingly, many of the arrows were stopped purposely in strange places - not embedded in trees, not buried in targets, yet given the amount of force needed to shoot the arrows such a distance they were stopped in strange places. Either the young lord was practicing some strange, unheard of technique or he had been shooting at invisible targets. With her knowledge of dweomer, Lyssa was aware that such strange things were possible.
"Allow me to assist you, my Lord." Lyssa knew how much the handmaids and pages fussed over the lord, she carried her basket on her hip and bent to pick up the arrow she'd just snapped in half, she placed the two pieces inside. She looked back at the lord and hesitated, "You shot many arrows but there are no targets?"
Absently she grabbed more arrows, but she couldn't get the feeling out her mind of her brother. He was in the Lord's warband and they were currently settling a dispute with a neighboring lord. Why did she feel such an urgency that her brother was in trouble? Brows furrowed, she moved like a grey storm cloud - purposely, somewhat frightening. She almost forgot to listen out for Brennan's reply, so when she remembered, she sheepishly shook her head to clear it. Time to focus, you are with Lord Brennan. Perhaps she could get some of the information she needed... she just needed to watch her tongue, for she could not speak freely with a lord like she could her fellow servant friends.
Brownie
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Post by Brownie on Jan 2, 2021 20:53:17 GMT -5
- - - ahhhh I put Morg out there just chillin' to see who would bite and??? a dragon egg??? ahhhh for what purpose will this lead? Mega exciting.
I'd totally be down to do some neighboring war and traitorous bro plots. esp with Brennan suddenly out of the way, there's plenty of room for siblings to be trying to make a name for themselves and doing stupid things in the process. - - - Brennan City of Roses, Orchard . with Lyssa Brennan hadn't wanted to make his mess anyone else's problem, but if she offered... He knew that it was more out of obligation than goodwill --he wasn't oblivious to the hierarchy of the estate-- yet the temptation that his task would be lessened kept him from ordering her elsewhere as he originally intended. Frustration and shame battled with his pride, but relief from the task at hand won out and he moved further out into the orchard towards another group of arrows scattered on the ground. "Staff Dupree made the targets with magic," Brennan explained when she asked about his lack of targets. "He can make illusions move and they make for good practice." Brennan slid the arrows back into the quiver. He saw the one buried in the tree and grabbed the shaft, frowning when it refused to budge. A splinter ran down the side from the impact. Since it couldn't be shot safely again, he broke the arrow and left the head buried in the tree. The feathered end went back into the quiver with its fellows. "The illusions can even stop an arrow! If only we had seven Staffs, we would never have to go to war again."
Instead, they fought with swords and axes and arrows. And catapults and fire and famine, if they didn't have to be civil about it. He remembered the tales his grandfather told of the old wars and how they were fought by farmers in massive armies. Nowadays, small bands of knights and nobles formed the warbands and fighting was limited to small skirmishes and honorable combat. Only rarely was anyone killed; most were bested in combat, shamed, or maybe taken prisoner to languish in a comfortable wing of their opponent's estate for a few days. Brennan's brothers were out on one such warband now, somewhere to the east. Hells, he should have been there too, not shooting arrows at illusions in his own backyard. - - - Morgana City of Roses, Temple of Rie . with Scorpius It was impossible to miss the dark, hooded figure that approached across the courtyard. Morgana recognized her contact at once and stepped outside of the alcove with a small wave. She, too, stood out from the priests and priestesses buzzing around the temple: her dress was bright green, lighter at the top and fading to dark jade at the hems. And, unlike the practiced bedraggled look of the acolytes of Rie, her dark hair had seen a brush that morning. The man dismounted and Morgana noticed one of his arms was bound to his chest. Honestly, she was even more surprised he wasn't a charred lump of flesh by now.
He offered the bag with his other arm and she excitedly took it, peering inside. The breath hissed out of her unbidden. "I can't believe it," she exclaimed. Nestled inside was a faceted, copper hued stone the size of her head. An egg. A dragon egg. "I didn't think anyone would actually get one. It is... alive?" - - - |
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Post by nimble on Jan 3, 2021 1:56:34 GMT -5
Scorpius w/ BrownieHe looked at the maiden, letting out a sigh. "It's alive all right, and I deem it near hatching. What do you need a dragon for anyway?" He looked at her quizzically, scratching his blonde beard. He took his hood off with his sprained arm, being careful with it. He revealed long blonde hair, near white at the roots. His face was chiseled and slightly grimy, damp with sweat and a smoke stain. His stormy blue eyes met hers, and he frowned a little. Surely a maiden her size wouldn't be able to handle the damned beast? The bag gave a lurch, and he grunted. He too peered in at the egg, its amber smoothness near the likeness of gold. its pulsating core was aglow, and his eyes watered at the sight of it. |
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Post by aether on Jan 3, 2021 3:02:07 GMT -5
[ yeah! so lyssa has these magical abilities that she's never actually discussed and is a noob and this will help in the discovery whilst brennan has the title needed to get everything done lol (and anything else you want to do for him! if he has abilities and such ]
Lyssa
Staff Dupree? Lyssa considered the name but was unfamiliar with it. If this person lived within the bounds of the keep, she did no know him - yet that wasn't surprising, she didn't know many people. He seemed like the kind of person who would interest Lyssa if he had the skills of making illusions - and powerful enough to stop arrows at that. She felt a quiver of excitement at the thought of being able to interact with someone who had abilities of that level. The mention of the war brought a frown to young Lyssa's face, she turned her doe brown eyes to the Lord and nodded.
"I could only wish that would be true, my Lord." She turned her head away and bit on her lip, "My brother is currently at war with the Lychart Clan... I fear something terribly wrong if going to happen to him though..." Her mind drifted back to the scowl of hatred she'd seen on her brothers face as he had spoken to someone she hadn't the abilities to witness.
Lyssa snapped her gaze back to Brennan and offered a timid smile, "Ah, but I'm sure he is in good hands - he is under the guidance of great leaders." As she was speaking, she mindlessly bent down and collected arrows - placing them back into her basket. Perhaps if she enquired further, she might get more information about the warband. It was none of her business, truly, but Lyssa wasn't great at keeping out of trouble.
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Post by Brownie on Jan 4, 2021 3:00:47 GMT -5
- - - idk what I want either of them to be quite yet haha. Why WOULD someone want a dragon egg? Also idk what Scorpius wants more from this arrangement than to leave? I could make it so that some group is out for Morg and friends and tries to barge in on the meeting to kill them/steal the egg? up to you on where that can go
I know a bit better what brennan would want (a way to value himself without his swordsmanship). But how he would go about that... hrmm. He would totally sneak out and team up with Lyssa if only because he's sick and tired of being told what not to do lmao - - - Brennan City of Roses, Orchard . with Lyssa Brennan finished picking up the arrows further down the orchard and returned to the table, emptying the quiver into one of the barrels beside. He leaned heavily on his canes, catching his breath. "My brother is currently at war with the Lychart Clan... I fear something terribly wrong if going to happen to him though..." Lyssa said. Brennan looked up, surprised. She quickly continued on, as if trying to assure herself that her brother was safe.
"Lychart, my brother is there as well. Though you probably know that, he hasn't stopped crowing about it every time they visit the estate," Brennan commented, deadpan. He busied himself unstringing the bow. He didn't mention that his brother, Kade, only sixteen, was by all rights leading the warband. And, that while under Kade, the only thing they'd be known for is strategic blunders and hasty retreats. Luckily, the Caldwells' teacher Afton also travelled with the band and the older knight should temper Kade's stupider ideas. Even Kade, eager to prove himself, would be terrified to cross their teacher. Besides, the feud with Lychart was older than the ground they stood on and Brennan doubted there was anything his impulsive brother could do that could put a dent in the two family's grudge.
But that didn't mean that every individual would be safe. Even the warband was small compared to the size of their conflicts, a drop of sand in the riverbank. And the maiden seemed genuinely worried; the band had been out for weeks now, why would today be any more concerning than the last? "I'm sure they'll be fine," Brennan offered. "What's your brother's name? Perhaps I crossed swords with him in training. And, ah," Brennan put the unstrung bow down on the table. "I hadn't caught your name either? Thank you for the help, by the way." - - - Morgana City of Roses, Temple of Rie . with Scorpius Near hatching? Already? Morgana set the bag with the egg inside on the ground. Slowly, carefully, as if it were filled with snakes. She reached inside her own bag, pulling forth a pouch which she offered to the man. It was heavy with coin, almost as heavy as the dragon egg itself. "Here," she said quickly. If it were near hatching, she would have to move quickly then. She thought she'd have months, maybe a year. Dragons grew very slowly after all, and no one knew for certain when the egg had been laid. Her best guess had been two years, but if it were already this bright, this close, it must have been three, maybe four years previous. Another few months and there would have been no egg to steal.
The thoughts raced quickly, and she almost forgot where she was. "What do you need a dragon for anyway?" the man said, dropping his hood. Morgana frowned. "It's for a... friend. I owed them a favor." She looked at the pouch at her feet and couldn't help but smile. "A bit of a big favor, actually." - - - |
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Post by nimble on Jan 4, 2021 3:12:58 GMT -5
(Yeah that would work. )
Scorpius nodded, not opening his mouth to reply. He took the bag of coin, and put his hood back on.
"I suppose I'll be on my way now?" He said, getting onto his horse. He put the bag of coin and put it in the satchel on the side of his horse, a satisfied look on his face.
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Post by Brownie on Jan 4, 2021 3:33:52 GMT -5
[[ I'll get something up tomorrow, its like, 3am rip
I did put up one more character starter if anyone was waiting on some ideas ]]
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Jan 4, 2021 19:46:26 GMT -5
( Hiya! Writing a post right now that may tie some things together? How d'you feel about some action~? )
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Post by Brownie on Jan 4, 2021 20:05:50 GMT -5
[[ go for it dude it's a chill rp do what you want we'll make it HAPPEN ]]
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Jan 5, 2021 2:08:53 GMT -5
(I don't know if it's just me but the forums won't let me edit or make a long post? So I'll have to wait for that to resolve... ^^")
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Post by Brownie on Jan 5, 2021 2:35:41 GMT -5
[[ not even copy/paste... that's odd.
I think there's a character limit for posts but, well, I don't think you reached 30k+ words lmao ]]
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Post by aether on Jan 5, 2021 18:36:10 GMT -5
[ Sorry i had a really busy few days! I hope to post today C: ]
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Post by Brownie on Jan 5, 2021 19:08:05 GMT -5
[[ no worries, same. got lots of things to do before the semester starts and my free time is taken away from me again.
I'll be putting up replies tonight too, I want to give Nox some time tho cuz action sounds exciting and I still don't have too many ideas of where to go with Morg rn. ]]
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Jan 5, 2021 21:13:28 GMT -5
( I rewrote this 4 times but I consistently failed to make it more coherent or less wordy ;;;
I still can't edit, or remain the forums for long before they kick me out...So this is the best I can do for now...)
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Post by Brownie on Jan 5, 2021 21:27:26 GMT -5
[[ when you said big i didn't even think THAT much omg
give me a mo to process ]]
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Jan 5, 2021 21:57:44 GMT -5
(Sorry! ^^" Most of it is background info dump so you only really need to remember the last half...Also I intend to try to tie your plot points together but that would take me some time as well.)
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jan 5, 2021 23:07:53 GMT -5
(I want to join but I'm kinda confused with what the exact setting is. Would someone be willing to give me a brief explanation and where a new character might be able to hop in?)
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Post by Brownie on Jan 5, 2021 23:17:04 GMT -5
[[ literally just the most generic fantasy setting you can think of.
swords and bows and castles and dragons and magic and the like.
its up to you (and us) the specifics of that. We haven't gotten too far in.
So far, we have a city with some really cool temples and stuff. There's also a thieves guild there.
and the Caldwell estate, which looks to be a barony/marquis on the outskirts of the city of roses (maybe its a city/state?)
and then we have an outside group that's looking to attack the Caldwells
you do you and we'll fit ya in or make a new plot around whatever you want to bring to the table.
tbh its not a requirement that all these are in the same universe. just a place to chill and do fantasy things ]]
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jan 5, 2021 23:26:24 GMT -5
(alrighty. I'm gonna grab my computer and write up a character. Thanks for helping me out there. It's been a long day and my brain just didn't wanna cooperate apparently.)
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Post by Brownie on Jan 5, 2021 23:41:45 GMT -5
[[ np can't wait to see what ya come up with
I'm not one of those people that likes a strict world or tries to keep people boxed in. It's much more fun when I'm NOT the one making everything up. If I wanted that I'd just write a novel myself lmao
i find trying to work with other people's ideas the most fun. so go wild ]]
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Jan 17, 2021 21:10:59 GMT -5
( Hi I just want to apologize for- *vague gestures* that wasn't my best work and it's nowhere near cohesive so I'll remove it and you can use the bandit attack idea or just move on if you want! Sorry for that! ;;;; )
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Post by Brownie on Jan 17, 2021 21:41:27 GMT -5
[[ dude it was awesome!! I didn't know quite where to connect.
but I think everyone just got busy. I know my semester just started and it's been hella stressful trying to wrangle online classes and make sure I have everything I need. I can do some connecting if yall are still interested in continuing ]]
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