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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Sept 2, 2021 16:49:31 GMT -5
GLOW's SANDBOX
~~~Hello and welcome to my plotshop! I'm using the term "plotshop" rather loosely because I want this place to be used as an open space to worldbuild, interact, rp, and chat. I'll keep the front page updated with any pieces of inspiration that might be used for a new plot or theme. Please, for the love of god, come world build or rp with me! I am always so bored. There is no limit to the number of people involved. If a storyline or idea is interesting to you, just jump in!
THE WORLD:
I would like for all of the plots to take place in the same world, just so we can interconnect them in the future if we wish. But that world can be very diverse in terms of geography, cultures, people, and storylines. Think of it as putting tiny pins on a giant map.
The world itself will be somewhat primitive in terms of technology think Middle Ages or ancient times. The general aesthetic is realistic in political structures and conflicts, but mysterious and magical in the people and animals that inhabit the world. Other than that, there are no rules! Feel like rping kings and queens? Let's do it. More interested in the life of a monster hunter? Vibe. The magic system will be soft and can depend on the area in which the plot takes place. Let's come up with some unique creatures and elements of magic!
I will add to the front page as we begin to color in the lines of the world. That way they can be used as points of reference for the other plots, even if they take place on a different continent.
GROUND RULES: β Please come here willing to collaborate! I tend to lose interest if people aren't assertive with their worldbuilding and creativity. I love, love to hear your ideas and to expand on them (just as you expand on my ideas).
β Be open with your muse. Unfortunately I'm not a mind reader, so if you have muse for something, let me know! I want to scratch your itch creatively too.
β I'm not super concerned with post length, but I am still only interested in writing with people who have nuanced ideas and use correct grammar. Think advanced style but without the need for enormously long posts (unless we feel like it!)
β Just be chill with everyone in this space. I'm not here for drama c:
β The themes involved might lean more mature (violence and romance namely) so I would prefer that anyone who joins is at least 18, not because we'll be breaking forum rules but because I think we'll be more on the same page in terms of content.
β Things to think about when creating a character: What kind of culture do they come from? Are they a part of a group or institution which can be expanded upon? What is their relationship to magical things? What do they want most in the world and/or what are they running from?
KEYWORDS:
Okay I'm not going to come up with plots in the traditional sense because I want us to build them together. Instead, I'm going to list a bunch of keywords for things I have inspiration for. Feel free to grab a few, mix and match, build a proposal based off of one, etc. These are just to get the ball rolling.
Magic:
hybrid creatures, reworked classic beasts, "sight," monster hunters, shapeshifters, spirit realm, dream walking, ritual practices, etc.
Types of cultures:
rural/farming peoples, voyagers, religious societies, monarchies, warrior cultures, priesthoods, cults, merchants (of what?), miners, mercenaries, bandits, gendered institutions, cities, etc.
Themes:
mystery, war, romance, politics, plague, enemies, negotiation, odyssey, family, betrayal, etc.
Random:
forsaken lighthouse, peace negotiations, a cursed marriage, an abandoned city, a sacred tree, a sudden fog
WILDCARD OPTIONS:
If you don't know how to get started and want me to take the lead, here are some "wildcard" options:
β Show me an image (or a song) and we'll create a story around it.
β Jump-in style. Want to create as we go? Just ask me to write a starter for something and we'll wing it.
ACTIVE STORYLINES:
β Kell, a young man from a farming village, treks to the Ashurst Bluffs to seek a Monster Hunter. His hometown was raized by a mysterious and dangerous beast. Can he recruit Lavender and/or Rawn to help him avenge his family? (Glow x Brownie)
β Xanbar and Amzen are wrassefolk (similar to merfolk) who reside in the Toora Sea. Their queen has made the controversial decision to approach the humans of the neighboring nation. Things take a turn for the worst when she is captured, affirming the young wrasses' belief that she is unfit to rule. They decide to take matters into their own (webbed) hands and dispose of her before their nation is further dishonored. (Glow x Stardust x Brownie)
β A technological boom is taking place in one of the major cities on the continent. This sudden advancement in military and industry is causing disruptions to the former order within the city. What once was a place dominated by magic-using families now has a new class of people impowered by their industrial thinking. Little do the magic users know, a school advertised as a center of learning for young magic users is actually owned by a member of this class. The school is actually run by people who fundamentally resent magic and its users. (OPEN to more members, Glow x Tealraven x ____ x ____)
GLOW's CURRENT MUSE (open for plotting):
In the same city as above, there is a woman known only as The Merchant. What does she sell, you may ask? The answer is time. Her services are very expensive, but those who can afford it are rewarded handsomely. Essentially, she can buy a customer as much time as they ask, so long as they are willing to pay the price.
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Post by Brownie on Sept 4, 2021 19:43:56 GMT -5
- - - Hey-o, you say worldbuilding and you know I'm already here. Seriously if you ever need just random worldbuilding roleplay for long or short term, ping me. I'm always down.
I'll put up a short starter and see where this goes, I'm thinkin' monster hunter guild vibes for this area. Perhaps east of a large mountain range, less explored, full of danger and wilderness and a guild of people that hunt creatures for parts, exotic meat, or bounty. Idk, good vibes with that. I'm just going to ramble a bit and see where it leads. - - - Lavender Sterack's Peak; Guild Outpost . with Rawn "Don't just stand there!" Rawn growled. His fingertips were pale from how tightly he gripped the guiding rope and the large hunter only had eyes for his feet as they shuffled across the narrow ledge. Lavender forced him to wait a heartbeat longer before he sighed and continued across, hopping over to the more level ground on the other side as Rawn followed. He pulled his pack off and pushed his back into the side of the stone, breathing heavily. Lavender snorted and left him to calm down, instead looking off over the cliffside.
They were fairly high up, he had to admit that much. The shorter trees were lost in the mist below, only the tall Eaglewoods stood like green islands above the low clouds with their wide leaves and monstrous branches. The trees were filled with water collected from the upper strata and full access to the sun gave them the energy needed to sustain their size. Lavender was glad to be on the mountainside again. The forest below was only one step from a rainforest: humid, thick, and absolutely crawling with bugs, slugs, and all sorts of nasty venomous critters. He shuddered, the thought made the breeze at his neck feel like insect legs for a moment. Lavender's magic was better suited for the mountain peaks anyways and the young hunter was much more comfortable with the stone and scraggly trees, hardened grasses and lean fauna than he was with the seemingly overflowing growth of the forest below.
Besides, the chill of the breeze was nice, even if the air was thin. Lavender took a deep breath of it, letting the frosty air chill his body from their exertions. And the view, who could deny the power of staring down, being at the top of the world?
Rawn came up behind him, his pack was replaced on his back though his fingers were still pale as he gripped the straps. He didn't venture half as close as Lavender did to the edge of the cliff, instead hanging behind. "Yeah, yeah, we can go home," Lavender said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the brace of lizards from Rawn. The slimy things were tied together by their tails and hung, dead, but wildly colorful. Lavender didn't even know what they were needed for: all he cared about was that someone back at the guild was willing to pay for them. They would drop the lizards back at the guild's main camp atop Sterack's Peak, and someone there would deliver them to whomever put out the bounty.
They began the second part of their climb, though the worst of the cliffside path was behind them. It was merely an uphill trek until they could see the wooden palisade surrounding the guild's camp, with smoke from dozens of campfires smudging the top of the mountain from view. They entered through a small door in the side of the wall to the camp proper, and, as usual, Lavender was overwhelmed with the sounds and smells of people after spending the last few days with only Rawn and the occasional spider for company. As he cowered, hunching his shoulders against the sounds, Rawn seemed to uncoil as the bigger hunter found himself back in his element. He shook hands with a wide-shouldered woman, letting out a roar of laughter at her words as he grabbed a mug from her hand.
Lavender shook his head and left Rawn to it, instead looking to the back of the outpost where the traders set up their posts. He just wanted to get rid of the slimy things and find a place to rest away from all this sound. He shrugged his pack higher and set off across the outpost. - - - |
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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Sept 5, 2021 20:11:40 GMT -5
[ Yoooo Brownie!! Thanks for coming to hang! I love the vibe and I'll respond either tonight or tomorrow. I was just staying with family and got more distracted than I expected. I just got home now though and will write something as soon as I've settled in. ]
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Post by ππππππππ on Sept 5, 2021 22:38:20 GMT -5
[ hey look it's the two people in the whole wide world that i've been wanting to do a super chill rp with ;)
ngl i have 0 creative mites in my brain bc Tired but i will dig through some things and see what strikes my fancy from your lovely list tomorrow glow :D ]
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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Sept 6, 2021 12:25:32 GMT -5
Brownie I'll get a reply up when the kid I'm babysitting is taking his nap c:
ππππππππ wadduuuuup! It's been forever since we've done something together so I would love to rp with you <3
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Post by Brownie on Sept 6, 2021 12:31:31 GMT -5
[[ ββΠΎΟ //thumbs up Feel free to put a starter wherever or with either hunter, wherever you want to build the most and I can move 'em into an interaction. I just wanted to do a bit of environment and put em in a place with other people. ]] |
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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Sept 6, 2021 15:21:17 GMT -5
KELL
Brownie
{ Country: Miyera , Region: Ashust Bluffs , Town: Sterack Outpost }
βDamn horse,β murmured Kell. He looked up the ridge and contemplated his options. His mare refused to traverse the rocky path, and she neighed obstinately. Her spindly legs danced in place but refused to go even one step forward. This was not the first time she ignored her riderβs wishes. In fact, she had been a horse with her own mind since he bought her off an innkeep several months ago. He had got her for only three silver coins. Now he understood why the innkeep was happy to be rid of her.
βYou know, Iβm beginning to think the name βAngel-Eyesβ is some serious false advertising,β announced Kell as he slid off the silver mareβs back. With a heavy sigh, he grabbed her reins and began to pick his way up the shale himself. She followed reluctantly and stopped once to nibble his fingers with her velvety snout. Kell scoffed. βYeah keep dreaming, old girl. I wouldnβt give you a treat even if I had one.β
He hoped they were nearing their destination. If his map was to be trusted, a trading outpost was near. His coin purse was a welcome weight at his hip. Soon it may be empty, but he prayed the burdensome weight on his shoulders would finally be lifted. He had been searching the reaches of the Ashurst Bluffs for nearly a year. Not one champion, warrior, bounty hunter, or beast slayer had been willing to take on his contract.
If anyone will help you, youβll find them at Sterackβs Outpost. These words were the only fuel that had sustained Kell for three long weeks. It was his final lead, and if it failed, wellβhe couldnβt think about that now.
βHo-ho! Look at that.β With no one but Angel-Eyes to keep him company on the long road, Kell had resorted to speaking to her as if she were a person. He gestured to her now, pointing to the wooden sign at the top of the ridge. The word βOUTPOSTβ was written in weathered print. βWe finally made it.β
Sensing the excitement in her masterβs voice, the horse quickened her pace enough that they were able to reach the top. From there, pillars of smoke could be seen rising to the sky. Kell ran a hand over his head. His braids were messy, so he covered them with his travelerβs hat.
As they approached the outpost, he took in his surroundings with dark eyes. Wooden fortifications enclosed the encampment. As he entered, the men at the gate looked him over warily but did not stop him. A year ago he had never laid eyes on a monster hunter. Now he had enough experience with them to know it was best to play his cards close to his chest. He needed them, yes, but he also knew not to trust them implicitly. He would hold his tongue as much as possible.
Inside, the muddy street led to what looked like vendorsβ posts. Some displayed exotic looking furs or weapons for trade. He walked to the nearest one, Angel-Eyes still in tow.
βWhere do I speak to the monster hunters?β he asked the merchant. The man had scraggly gray eyebrows and stood over a display of dried meats. Kell could see the suspicion in the manβs eyes when he noticed Kellβs dark Scullish skin and attire.
βThrow a stone, boy, and youβll hit one,β answered the merchant gruffly. He gestured broadly to the rest of the outpost, implying that all of the people who occupied it knew how to slay a magical beast. Kell seriously doubted that, but he murmured thanks nonetheless and bought a slab of lamb.
He scanned the people that bustled about the outpost. Most of them were occupied with some task or another, or in the middle of a conversation. He tried to guess which among them was the best with a blade, but knew such skills correlated very little with appearance. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, trying to determine the best course of action.
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Post by ππππππππ on Sept 6, 2021 16:51:23 GMT -5
[ okay glow okay get this: mermaid assassins
BUT. not for hire. basically, a society of "mermaids" with a distinct moon wrasse appearance to their skin. they have no tails/no transformation just literally humans that can breathe underwater. like moon wrasse, they start female but most of them end up male throughout maturation, and they live under the rule of a monarch figure (typically male among the fish species but could be a queen for our story)
i don't really want to write in an underwater world the majority of the time, though. so we could kidnap the monarch and go on a quest on land to recover them OR
the monarch is not well-liked and character(s) embark on shore looking for help with subterfuge/killing the monarch while potentially not taking any blame for whatever reason to maintain balance or something idk
so like. Luca. but. with a little '>:)' thrown in
whatchu think? this is just one idea so if it ain't ur thing, no worries! :3]
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Post by ππππππππ on Sept 6, 2021 17:59:29 GMT -5
[ girl i googled moon wrasse too i know 2 things about them pfft
honestly we could kidnap the monarch and have the merperson sent to retrieve them also be the one who wants to kill them LMFAO like surprise, shawty
a game of tug of war between the merperson and the human trying to kidnap/save/kill the monarch ajsdflakj so extra
i guess i imagine them being somewhere in between, like they know about each other, but the wrassefolk keep to themselves because of their unique appearance. perhaps the current monarch had been trying to extend an olive branch to encourage trade and whatnot between them and the landfolk and some of the wrasse didnt like that?
i think of them as a small reef society, and if there are other merfolk like them, they dont live in any sort of proximity to each other, each group is very isolated, so the monarch was hoping to make them thrive with the humans instead maybe.
what are you thinking? ]
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Post by ππππππππ on Sept 6, 2021 18:15:33 GMT -5
[ yes! i'm pretty sure it's typically the alpha wrasse's mate/most dominant partner who takes the lead and perhaps changes gender as well to become the new alpha anyway so that works! or we could do like an heir/whoever is next in line/switch society to a democracy. i doubt the assassins would have an idea for who they want to take over, and only have the goal of the monarch's death in mind at the time. short-sighted problems
but ur brain is right on track with mine glow u get a treat
but yes they kinda have to pull off the assassination with some discretion so they aren't shunned upon return. hence there could be some framing of the human kidnapper which would also lowkey help the cause of keeping the wrasse uninvolved with the humans hehehe ]
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Post by ππππππππ on Sept 6, 2021 18:50:06 GMT -5
[ hmmm if it's okay with you, i've decided i like the idea of a queen ruler best :3 just bc i was thinking her partner would then switch back to female gender to rule, or if its an heir and they're young enough, they would never change gender at all in their lifetime, either of which option i find fascinating :D
i can't think of anything else off the top of my head, i think that's a good start and we can for sure come up with more things as we go
as for characters, i don't feel any particular way x3 i don't have a character in mind as of yet
dynamic-wise, did you have a preference? as to whether the assassins are siblings/friends/lover/enemies? i'm down for literally whatever. so we'll have our pair of assassins, and then obviously the human kidnapper, who can be an npc if we want to make it easy (bc i'm frankly not good at handling two main characters evenly at once) but beyond that it's free range chimken babyyy ]
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Post by ππππππππ on Sept 6, 2021 19:09:07 GMT -5
[ ;u; romance is fine my frend. i am no good at enemies to lovers bc *cliches* and me are not bien
but we can do friends develop feelings or a prior romance. i'm a bit preoccupied atm but i will also do some searching and maybe brainstorm things for the different romance routes. but again i'm alright with whatever if you decide you want one over the other! ]
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Post by Brownie on Sept 6, 2021 19:29:42 GMT -5
[[ yo you two if you need someone to jump in and out of your plot as third party lmk (; I'm totally down to throw in a few days of posts for a visitor character with the added bonus that they'll only know anything you tell me (unless I keep up with yall's posts on the way) heh
The idea of a rescue assassin is hilarious
and basing merfolk off of wrasse is so creatively cool ]]
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Post by ππππππππ on Sept 6, 2021 19:33:40 GMT -5
[ AH see this is why i need you glow i never would have thought of that and it's literally right there in front of me ur amazing i love that! also a fan of skipping awkward things pfft this is perfect and wonderful ^^
so you're saying the older male wrasse is the one in line to become queen? i just want to make sure i understood what you said lol that sounds neat! honestly sounds neat if the younger female is meant to be queen too honestly either one would be fun. extra incentive to merk the current queen bahahaha so savage holy cannoli maybe they aren't directly related to her, but next in line somehow maybe based on a vote from the whole of society bc the current queen has no children. aka making her useless in their fish world unfortunately giving them MORE motive omg
but yea no worries if we don't cover all those phases honestly just the background is enough for me!
you know me i will 9 times outta 10 want to write predominantly male characters bc i am a Freak but i can do either, whatever you want bb <3
edit: BROWNIE dear feel free any time honestly the more the merrier if you have any ideas you wanna add in to take part feel free !!! ]
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Post by ππππππππ on Sept 6, 2021 19:52:42 GMT -5
[ lol neither of us has a preference for the heir smh
and if you ever want to change things up and have your character "age" into a male at some point during the plot you could totally do that i would not be opposed ^^
but HM i think either way my character will be Very Driven to get this queen ded, whether that's bc of ambition/wanting the throne or bc looking out for lover remains to be seen... but borderline fanatical. i'm finding some good stuff on the pinterest mwahahaha ]
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Post by Brownie on Sept 6, 2021 20:19:53 GMT -5
- - - Totally!! Just ping me when ya need me to jump in and a bit of a synopsis and I'm totally there! Though I'll let you two get the vibes rolling with some friendly romantic tracking for a while first (;
How fantasy do we want this world to get? Like we have merfolk now, but I was thinking Rawn could be like, half goliath or smth if we want to go more out there with fantasy, but if we rather stick to mostly human variants (which has its own perks with creative societal, religious and regional differences rather than race) I have tons of ideas for that too. I'll leave it ambiguous for now and we can specify those kind of details once the world has a better path formed.
I moved Kell a few steps away from the stall to let Lavender get a few words in with the shopkeep as well without being on top of him, hope that's cool. - - - Lavender Sterack's Peak; Guild Outpost . with Kell "Have you seen Novick?" Lavender asked the meat merchant, somewhat curtly, as he looked around the stalls. He leaned against the wooden table, a casual, familiar motion, as he drew closer so he could be heard over the bustling outpost. Lavender shook his head, his fingers tapping against the table impatiently. "Bastard said he would be here after the twelfth day of Ida and it's already the seventeenth."
The older man snorted and pulled a turkey leg from over the warm embers of the fire behind him. Lavender fished out a few coppers from his pocket and took the offered turkey, his usual snack when he visited Old Reggie. The brace of lizards still hung from Lavender's belt, heavy when they hit his leg. Already a stain from the creature's sticky scales made his black pants bleed darker in the surrounding fabric, but his arm was tired from carrying them around for hours looking for that blasted Novick. Lavender pulled a bite from the turkey leg as fat trickled into his scattered beard. As always, Old Reggie's meats were delicious. "I haven't seen the bastard either," Old Reggie said. His overly excessive eyebrows seeming to have a life of their own when he emoted. This time, he frowned, following Lavender's gaze to the left, where Novick usually placed his stall when he was at Sterack's Outpost.
Lavender sighed. "A day or two delay is understandable out here in the middle of nowhere, but six days late? I have a schedule to keep," Lavender complained, waving his turkey leg to punctuate his words.
Old Reggie let out a bark of laughter. "Schedule? You ain't got no monkey's turd." Lavender swore back in jest and the two bantered as Lavender finished off the turkey leg.
It was then that he really noticed the man with a horse between Old Reggie's stall and Novack's a few to the left. Lavender had been calling Sterack's Outpost his home base for a few seasons now after moving from his post in the Flann Marshes (the bugs were even more intolerable there), and he didn't recognize this newcomer. Travelers weren't uncommon in hunter outposts, but Sterack's Peak was certainly out of the way. Anyone at Sterack's Peak only came this far up the mountain because the hunter outpost was here; unlike other outposts, there wasn't a reason for any traveler to merely be passing through. Curious, Lavender turned to Old Reggie. "You know this fellow?"
"Said he was looking for a monster hunter," Old Reggie said, crow's feet framing the laughter in his eyes. Lavender tossed the bare turkey bone into a bin beside the stall and wiped his mouth. Perhaps he'd seen Novick on his way up; Lavender and Rawn certainly hadn't, but they had been on foot. He thanked Old Reggie and approached the man with the horse, though the colorful lizards on his belt squelched with every step and Lavender hated to think of the new stains on the side of his pants.
He was surprised to see the man was wearing traditionally Scullish attire, with the distant region's usual dark skin and hair, though this traveler hid his under a large hat. "You've come a long way," Lavender said in greeting as he approached. "I was hoping you'd seen a traveler on the road up here? About yea high, long blonde hair, big ego, generally a bastard." Yeah, that about summed up Novick. - - - |
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Post by ππππππππ on Sept 6, 2021 20:26:18 GMT -5
[ lol neither of us has a preference for the heir smh
and if you ever want to change things up and have your character "age" into a male at some point during the plot you could totally do that i would not be opposed ^^
but HM i think either way my character will be Very Driven to get this queen ded, whether that's bc of ambition/wanting the throne or bc looking out for lover remains to be seen... but borderline fanatical. i'm finding some good stuff on the pinterest mwahahaha ] |
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