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This RPG takes place approximately 300 years after the reign of Roald II and Shinkokami. Since then, Tortall has remained the most prominent power in the Eastern Lands and alongside with its Yamani allies, has advanced in technology and begun to explore the distant shores of the Western Reaches.
In 703 HE, King Artagan II––the last living male descendant and heir of the Conté line––died and the throne was thrust upon the head of his eldest daughter, Amedessa Elestra. Although not shy of female figures taking charge, not all in Tortall are comfortable with being ruled by a queen and some are concerned about to whom the Crown will go to next. The nobility in Corus are especially worried about the condition of Tortall as a state, under and after Amedessa's reign. If she fails to produce or choose an adequate heir, Tortall could endure a bloody revolution like that of its neighbour, Tusaine, in which the royalty and aristocracy were mercilessly executed by the common people.
While Corus basks in the concerns of the "Old World", Port Caynn is becoming well acquainted with the "New". It is a city brimming with diversity, activity and violence, welcoming pirates and foreigners, traders and gangsters, the Rogue and the Shang.
Great Country - Wolf RPG « Result #7 on Feb 9, 2009, 10:09am »
What once was, what has been, what is will never be again. The past. What is no longer tangible, this thing we remember. It is a memory only.
Humans.
The wolf moves quietly through the abandoned cities. His black nose to the ground, leading his grey body on what would look like a wild goose chase. Though the wolf now inhabits the cities of New York, it was once home to hundreds of thousands of humans. Nearly half a century ago the humans were destroyed. They destroyed themselves with robots and remote computer guided nuclear weapons. The United States and Russia, in a cold war for years upon years, finally broke and struck out. Who won? No one. They wiped eachother out with their weapons. Australia, Africa, Japan, England, South America... All wiped out. Every continent was destroyed. The cities still stand, the buildings tall.
The wolves have moved in, unknowingly creating packs along the original city lines. They fight and hunt like wild wolves. Some of them, though, have ingested animals that were genetically altered. The effects of the genetically altered meals are still unknown. Those who have been affected were exiled, they have disappeared for now. Perhaps someday they will return with a vengence.
Will you join us in our fight for survival in an abandoned human city?
Bellerenor:: Not Quite A Fairy Tale « Result #8 on Sept 30, 2008, 2:16pm »
Welcome to the Land of Bellerenor, where magic is everywhere, strange creatures roam the lands, adventure is around every corner, and fairy tales are real.
Rumors abound of peace talks between Bellerenor and the faery kingdom of Pelrodir even though the last military encounter between the two nations was over a generation before. The verdant lands are simply glowing with life and the people feel a lightness come upon them that they have not felt in many a year.
King Eldan of Bellerenor has commissioned a magnificent festival to celebrate the 100th Anniversary of the formation of the great nation, a move that has been greeted with equal measures of pleasure and scorn, but the king remains optimistic.
Word of pirates raiding on the eastern seas has reached the capitol, setting off a muted flood of worried words in the gossip lines of the city.
And as the eve of Crown Prince Benjamin’s twentieth birthday draws near there is one question on everyone’s lips: Will the mysterious heir to the throne finally make an appearance?
So open your minds to the impossible and enter the wondrous world of Bellerenor.
Re: shopping for a spice « Result #9 on Sept 23, 2008, 11:33am »
“They have a sole and stuff?” Elyssa could not help but laugh at his comment. “Well in any case, you should cast them away, stuff and all, for I swear they make your feet seem like they’re the close cousins of logs.” Now she was just being asinine, and she knew it…and she loved it. It was on such a rare occasion that she was able to be this way with anyone other than her friends at the wharf or her brothers. “Spend a little more time with me, I’ll make sure you never put such atrocious things on your feet again.”
She winked at him and noticed he looked around the room at all the patrons who were giving them not-so-friendly stares and glances. A few older women were murmuring and hissing behind their teacups while sneaking glances at both Tem and Elyssa. He mentioned something about knowing when to stop when it came to wooing women, and she had to agree that it was quite an admirable trait, even more so than being an over the top womanizer. Her eyes snapped back to the table when she heard him knock the teacup over.
She made to try and save the cup, but he had already succeeded in plucking it from its fall and setting it back on the table. Breathing a sigh of relief, she offered up her napkin to help soak up some of the spilt tea. With a chuckle, she suggested quietly, “Perhaps it’s time we found a less err…structured place to converse.”
At that moment am obviously agitated server strode to their table and asked if anything was wrong. Elyssa gave him a winning smile as she stood to gather her things. “No sir, we just happened to save your porcelain from an untimely fate. And oh! Look, the sun is setting, we should probably be going.” She gave Tem a look as she placed her cloak on her shoulders. It was best that they left before they seriously angered anyone and were thrown out. That wouldn't be the best mark to have on either of their records.
Re: At Home//Lisette « Result #10 on Aug 25, 2008, 12:52am »
Although Deniel was not the most insightful person about the emotions of others, he could tell that there was a certain edge to his sister. She seemed rather tense this morning even though she was fairly good about disguising it. Deniel flattened his hands on his book and studied his sister carefully, he was worried that she was too tense. For a guilt stricken moment he wondered if she had found something out about their financial situation and he almost cringed, but fortunately his face was never very expressive and he didn’t show any outward sign of his panic. However, he didn’t know what to do but to keep pretending so he leaned forward in his chair, wanting to make sure that she was alright but not being able to find the words.
Deniel stared at his sister for a moment before accepting that he wouldn’t be able to put words to his concerns and even if he could he didn’t think that he wanted to. He was pleased to her making jokes, she was the one of the few people around whom he was able to laugh, though it wasn’t very hard laughter or very animated but at least it was laughter. However, her cheerfulness did not relieve his worry completely. “Was there anything in particular that disconcerted you? Besides, of course, Ms. Burbarn’s inconvenient absence.”
He realized too late that he had failed to get the chair for Lisette, but he was too embarrassed by his shortcoming to mention it, though it was unquestionable that she had noticed it. Deniel tried to distract her by offering something to eat, “Would you like some breakfast? Ms. Burbarn has left us a sensible meal to start our day.” He said this in a simple, matter of fact way, the way that he always spoke, the way that usually drove people away by the stiffness of it. “She left water for tea over the fire, but I do not believe that it is hot enough yet.”
“Yes, I promise to make sure that Ms. Burbarn is present tomorrow morning,” he said. Inwardly he cringed; he would have to find another way to cut back on her hours. The problem was that with only one maid there was much that needed to be done and her presence was indispensable. Deniel decided that he would have to thrifty in a different manner if he was going to cut back on expenses and also spare Lisette the worry.
Deniel was happy when Lisette showed such obvious pleasure at the mention of the dress, though he was glad that she had decided against hugging him. He was undeniably awkward in close proximity to people and it always caught him off guard and he usually made a fool of himself. “You’re welcome,” he said, “A beautiful daughter of Vallée Bleue deserves nothing less.”
“The dress is a dark blue color, I hope that the color is not too dark for this season. Do you have any events or parties planned that you would like to wear it to?” he asked, always eager to keep tabs on Lisette’s whereabouts, especially ones that involved important people and eligible males.
World of Aztersil: Massive Fantasy World « Result #11 on Aug 20, 2008, 11:18am »
There is magic on the wind.
Aztersil can offer your imagination a playing field like no other. An original role play set in a politically dynamic setting where your characters can carve out their own adventures, and immerse themselves in the vast and varied world that has been created for you to explore.
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Re: shopping for a spice « Result #12 on Aug 7, 2008, 10:37pm »
((sorry about the delay-- :/ ))
Tem’s jaw dropped when she talked about his shoes, “How do you dare insult these beauties!” he said, “You obviously have no flair for fashion. Look at these-“ he raised them up and pointed at them, trying to think of something to say about his shoes. His uncle did most if not all of his clothing selection and he really had no idea what to say about them. “-these shiny, black shoes. They have a sole and, uh,” he stopped because he really didn’t have any knowledge about footwear, “-and stuff? I give up. I’m not even any good at pretending that I care about the clothing that ends up on my body.”
He was still thinking about her thoughts on his not very tasteful joke when he glanced around the tea parlor, they were certainly attracting attention and not very favorable at that. The other members of the parlor were obviously not pleased about their behavior in such a respectable place, it was interrupting their neat, pleasant conversations. He silently vowed to be more constrained in the future, a promise that was promptly forgotten when Elyssa joked about the ale. He laughed loudly at her words, “I may seem bold, but I’m all talk.”
Tem grinned, “The only skill in wooing women that I have perfected is knowing when to give up. I have some friends that are border line stalking women, though it is clear that the maiden isn’t interested. So I have that going for me, but-“ he threw his hands up, accidentally catching the handle of his teacup. The cup tumbled forward and off the table, spilling cold tea as it went. The cup fell off the table, plummeting toward the floor and Tem reached out, grabbing it out of mid-flight and bringing it back to the table.
Though the tea cup was safe, the tea was still covering the table and dripping onto the floor, Tem tried to mop it up with the nearest available tea towel, but a server was already walking up to the table angrily. He stared down at the table with obvious annoyance, “Is there a problem here?” he asked sharply, crossing his arms over his chest.
Tem blinked at him, still a bit too shocked by the tea cup incident to say anything. The question wasn’t exactly relevant because clearly the tea cup was saved and everything was fine, besides of course the puddle of cold tea.
Re: shopping for a spice « Result #13 on Jul 20, 2008, 12:07am »
Elyssa listened with interest, watching his face as she traced the edge of her teacup with her finger. He lifted his foot out from under the table and showed her his nicely polished, black leather shoe. She opened her mouth in a surprised grin and laughed. It was not very often that she saw antics such as that, especially in a tea parlor. “I must disagree with you, good sir,” she said, feigning an accent of the nobility. “Those shoes are the scum of last season’s throwaways! You should know better than to go romping about with such an abomination on your feet.”
She gave him a wink and then sipped her tea with exaggerated decorum, sticking her pinky out for emphasis. She began laughing again for a moment, then stopped and caught her breath. After a quick glance around the room, she noticed some of the patrons, the elderly ones especially, were making their complaints known to the staff of the tea parlor. It was only a matter of time before they were thrown out, especially if they kept up their less-than-mannerly actions. Her eyes averted back to Tem, who looked a bit guilty for making such a joke about the lower class citizens.
“Oh no, it’s all right,” she said. “I know when someone is jesting. But I would be careful saying that on the street, not everyone is quite as open-minded.” It was true, for a comment like that would probably be the spark that would start a street brawl. He’s better off being informed; or, if he already knew, it was in his best interests that she remind him. People slip up sometimes—especially Elyssa, who cringed inwardly at the thought. She’d had many embarrassing moments that could have been prevented with a bit more thought.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise when he mentioned the ale again. So far, she was enjoying this particular topic of conversation. It had been a while since she’d jested innocently about such things with a friend. “Pity that we’re in a teahouse and not a tavern, otherwise I think you’d have all the tools you’d need.” She laughed softly. “And nonsense, to jest about spoon-feeding a young, unmarried maiden ale is quite the bold statement. I also find it hard to believe you’re as bad with women as you say. Just look at me! You seem to have no problems talking to me, and I’m completely sober! It’s always harder to win over a woman who’s not the least bit tipsy.”
A smile tugged the corners of her mouth upward. “Well, then after I sing you drunken Tortallan ditties and am all sobered up again, you shall have to sing me a song of your home. I would love to hear one. And you could even teach it to me, and you’d have someone to sing with.” She hoped the statement wasn’t too forward, and her eyes searched his face to make sure.
Evolution begins « Result #14 on Jul 19, 2008, 11:11pm »
after many eons apes achieved the power to evolve into humans, or maybe it wasn't evolution, maybe it was mutation. e v o l u t i o n b e g i n s . e v e r y g e n e r a t i o n g r o w s __________š›___________
Ever since they learned how to walk upright humans have been afraid of things they didn't understand. That fear leads them to hate the object and seek to destroy it at all cast, even if it means harm to their own kind. Although they have been around almost as long as humans themselves, mutants weren't discovered until some time in the mid twentieth century. The US government had originally begun using these 'people' to secure their success in certain situations such as World War II, The Korean War, an other various international and internal disputes. With time and an increase in technology, the government begun to study mutants and attempt to obtain their abilities through varies means. Their earliest known attempt was the creation of Captain America, many more would soon follow. The government agency known as S.H.I.E.L.D was charged with the capture and experimentation of mutants, officially it was for the protection of the people who until this day remain unaware of their existence.
Not until many years later would their tests yield some results but as the director of the agency changed so too did S.H.I.E.L.D's mission. Instead of taking them S.H.I.E.L.D. was charged with creating a database containing the information of every mutant that lived in the country. It was instructed to only capture and detain mutants who were a high threat level and/or too powerful to let run around on their own. To accomplish their first objective the agency approached a young Charles Xavier who wanted to create a school for mutants. They informed him that they would secretly fond the school if he allowed for them to secret collect the needed data on every one of his students. A few years after the completion of the school they would again approach former student Emma Frost and with the same deal they handed Xavier, the Academy of Tomorrow was created shortly afterwards. For their second objective S.H.I.E.L.D. launched their main headquarters the Helicarrier. Being the largest and most heavy armed mobile fortress on the planet made the helicarrier ideal not only as a base but as a detention center. Mutant criminals of a high enough threat would be transported to it to carry out the rest of their lives. If a mutant required maximum security the Triskelion a ground facility would become their new home.
Very little is known of the one man that would change not only how mutants were treated but their very way of life and would be responsible for the creation of the mutant terrorist group known as the Brotherhood. Weapon Plus director John Sublime the man initially responsible for the organization as well as every product such as Captain America a.k.a Weapon I to the recent create products and rise in defense technology was the cause. He secretly approached the secretary of defense and convinced him of the threat that mutants posed not only to the country but to all humankind. He was given funding and was allowed to have the program abduct any and all mutants it pleased to conduct its research in finding a 'solution' to the mutant 'problem'. Sublime quickly impressed the higher ups by producing many new forms of technology thought to be works of science fiction such as Plasma Rifles, jetpacks, teleporters, psi-blockers, and hover discs, all of which were either duplicated or shared with S.H.I.E.L.D. Weapon Plus also developed various other technologies which they have chosen to keep to themselves or to monopolize such as the power negating collars of Genosha or stolen and advanced it such as the technology used in their secret base The World. These two organizations are both ran by the US government and all though their methods and missions may be different both were given the same direct order... keep all knowledge of the existence of mutants under wraps and be able to protect the nation from them should the need ever arise.
Years pass and now we come into the present day. Mutants are still the dirty little secert of the human race but like every other living being they have learned to move on with thier lives. There are those that use thier abilities to make themselves a few quick bucks or have turned themselves into sellswords but the majority of them have chosen to live normal lives as if they were human. The town of Bayville is where this story is based. Its a moderate sized town that like any other praises their high school football team over all else. It is this high that Xavier has chosen to have his attend as the Institute lays closest to the town. Its there with the town's every growing mutant population that the string of events that will lead the future into the state that its destined to fall in. For it is here that the first known Sentinel Prototype is being developed by Bolivar Trask and it is where the existence of mutants is to be known.
The humans are about to find out that they're no longer the top of the food chain, something that will lead to dark future but is it a future that can be avoided if the right moves are made? mutants are the future, even if the world doesn't want it so __________š›___________
Re: At Home//Lisette « Result #15 on Jul 18, 2008, 11:28am »
The book snapping shut and echoing slightly through the empty townhouse did not do much to help Lisette in her somewhat anxious frame of mind. She flinched slightly, and her hand flew up - a movement which she successfully disguised as the fingering of her hair. She really needed to get a grip! There was obviously nothing wrong, Deniel was fine, he was sitting right there!, and there had to be a perfectly logical reason as to why Ms. Burban had not woken her. Or helped her dress. Or why she wasn't bustling around in the kitchen making breakfast.
As Deniel asked about her sleep, Lisette walked softly over to the chair on the right side of him and seated herself, not remembering in her somewhat frazzled state that Deniel was supposed to have stood and pulled out the chair for her. Belatedly realizing this, she quickly apologized. "I'm so sorry, brother dear. I am a little...oh, I don't know, just....disconcerted. But I am fine now." She flashed him a perhaps trifle overdone smile to assure him of the veracity of her statement. "As for my sleep, dear Deniel, it was not quite as long as I would have hoped, but it was sufficient." Her next smile was much more natual and genuine. "It pleaseth me greatly that from they lips fall the information that thy own rest wast quite excellent," she teased, mimicking the older style of speech that was still used on all formal documents, but was starting to fall out of common use.
She looked at the tray of food set before Deniel and arched an inquisitive brow. The quantities of the fruit, cheese, and bread were not what was usually granted at breakfast, and there was no beverage. Deniel, somewhat stiffly, started to say answer but stopped after simply saying the maid's name. "Yes, what about her, brother dear? Is something wrong?" His manner was rather strange, as if he was trying to think of what he could tell her, as if the information would be too much for her to handle. Or maybe he was making somehting up...She mentally shook herself. Her imagination was running away without her good senses to weigh it down.
And then he was speaking in his normal tone of voice, calmly and reasonably explaining that Ms. Burban had needed to run some sort of errand that morning before it was too late. Quite logical, and no reason to worry as she had. She smiled at him and waved away his apology with her hand, saying, "Oh, it's quite all right Deniel. I got along well enough this morning. It's not like it will happen everyday!" When he added that she had been fetching a new dress for her, Lisette squealed, "Oooh, Deniel! Thank you ever so much!" Her enthusiasm and gratitude nearly caused her to stand and hug her brother right there, but she calmed herself down after a moment and stayed in her seat. "Thank you, brother dear," she said with more dignity. "I really do appreciate that you did this for me. And I'm sure it will be lovely." A zillion styles and designs went running through her head as she pondered what kind of dress her brother had bought for her.
Ms. Burban and the morning's oddities were quite forgotten.
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