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by The Burning Sun » Fri Dec 25, 2015 5:13 pm
Atlannia wrote:Mmm it's not looking good I'm afraid, the purple haired goth loli next to a sweatervest wearing bishonen portends financial strife and the double archery chick is a rare sign predicting the death of someone close to you, I'm sorry.
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That'll be $32.99
by Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States » Fri Dec 25, 2015 6:00 pm
Deian salazar wrote:What would a few of you guys say to making an alternate earth RP heavily focused on strategic battles and warfare, and we make our own history from the start of civilization and even make a wiki about it?
This is a massive project I want to work on, but no one in my RP's who joins ever post enough.
And it's hard to even get people in my RP's.
So I need help with this RP.
Anyone willing to help me flesh it out?
I posted this in the restaurant but now realize it belongs here. I'm stupid like that.
by Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States » Fri Dec 25, 2015 6:03 pm
by Rupudska » Sat Dec 26, 2015 7:58 pm
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by United Human Planets » Sun Dec 27, 2015 9:39 am
by SaintB » Sun Dec 27, 2015 10:42 am
Rupudska wrote:Star Trek OOC will probably go up sometime tomorrow, which is 2 days after I intended it to go up.
by Rupudska » Sun Dec 27, 2015 6:48 pm
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by Kassaran » Tue Dec 29, 2015 2:06 am
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Minroz » Tue Dec 29, 2015 7:56 am
Kassaran wrote:that moment when you realized that an RP system you were developing has to be written and finished in time for an 'Alpha' test in less than... counting three days now?
by Kassaran » Tue Dec 29, 2015 8:25 am
MInroz wrote:Kassaran wrote:that moment when you realized that an RP system you were developing has to be written and finished in time for an 'Alpha' test in less than... counting three days now?
No...I didn't know that.
Then again...it's when you're the guy who does the OP and have to pull the slack in keeping the RP goin'.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Zeinbrad » Tue Dec 29, 2015 8:15 pm
by Reverend Norv » Tue Dec 29, 2015 8:16 pm
RP INTEREST AND FEEDBACK REQUEST
Please provide as much detail as possible.
RP's Overarching Concept: The year is 1236. All of those awful things that people in 1236 believed about the world? Witches, demons, monsters? They're all real. The only defense? The Holy Inquisition. And that's you.
Genre/s: Historical action/mystery/horror
Character or Faction Based: Character
Detailed Description:
This RP is in the spirit of The Debatable Lands, one of my previous projects. Like that RP, it is an "anthropologist's fantasy": it introduces supernatural elements into a historical setting by assuming that all the things that people believed at a certain time and place were actually, factually true. So any supernatural elements will have the surreal quality of folklore come to life, superstition confirmed; they will not be viewed matter-of-factly by anyone; they will be authentically terrifying.
This RP is set in the thirteenth century, five years after the establishment of the first Papal Inquisition by Pope Gregory IX. Papal inquisitors were roving investigators, seeking out heresy and sorcery. They were judge, jury, and executioner. But they also held to strict rules of legal procedure requiring witnesses, evidence, and detailed record-keeping. In fact, the primary job of inquisitors was to prevent unjust executions; they were investigative professionals, intended as a check on mob violence and lynchings. Because the Pope was theoretically the supreme authority in Christendom, his inquisitors could go anywhere, investigate anything, and try anyone.
In this RP, players will take on the role of a roving band of inquisitors and their attendants. Inquisitors were all men and mostly friars, especially of the Dominican and Franciscan orders. But they traveled with a large number of associates and "experts": soldiers, scholars, women with the second sight, even children with nowhere else to go. I will take the role of the lead inquisitor, but other positions will include anything that players can dream up and reconcile with historical accuracy.
But I am taking a grimly realistic view of this time and place. In 1236, folk live still in the shadow of ancient greatness. The ruins of Old Rome loom up around shacks of driftwood and thatch, a memory of grandeur lost in the mists of time. Nineteen out of every twenty men, women, and children live in squalor, wear rags, eat slop, work their hands to the bone, and die before the age of forty without ever having gone more than twenty miles from the place where they were born. Literacy is a prerogative of the clergy, a craft so rare as to be seen as magical. Bigotry is not just a way of life, but an essential fact of the universe, as immutable as the setting of the sun. The secular powers are warlords, their swords and warhorses and strong bodies paid for with the labor of countless slaving serfs. The local clergy are rapacious and worldly, mighty landowners who enforce their will with episcopal inquisitions that burn at the stake any who dare to resist the local bishop's will.
In this world, the Papal Inquisition is not simply a monstrous tool of oppression. Rather, it is desperately needed. For all that ordinary people believed about the universe is true. Trolls lurk in the dark places of the world to devour alive those who stray from the path. Fairies snatch children and replace them with changelings who grow up to butcher their parents. The dead rise from their graves in cursed churchyards. An ethereal maiden moves from town to town, leaving plague and pestilence in her wake. Pagan cults sacrifice infants to dark gods in the moonlit woods. Ghosts linger upon ancient battlefields, rising from the muck to sing their siren song to passing travelers. Witches gather upon rocky crags and cast spells that drive men to gibbering madness. And above all, whispering his ancient plan into the ear of sorcerer and heretic and beast, the Devil moves in the dark. For night has fallen upon the world, and his hour has almost come. The End of Days is at hand.
Across this cursed world journey our little band of men and women and perhaps children: clergy and lay, warriors and pacifists, zealots and cynics. Some believe in justice; others seek only to live a little further above the muck than their forebears. Some have lost their innocence long ago; others will lose it soon enough. They are a family, knit together by shared pain and loneliness and wary love. They have seen things the likes of which most men and women experience only in their darkest nightmares. And fiercer trials still lie ahead. For the Devil has plans for this group. Though they know it not, it is in their hands to usher in an age of endless suffering - or to discover the single, solitary hope for a better world still to come.
Need Help With: Gauging interest, refining the atmosphere (it needs to be dark without becoming boring or overwrought or otherwise unenjoyable).
Please leave this hashtag in place: #Mentorhelp
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Rupudska » Tue Dec 29, 2015 8:45 pm
Reverend Norv wrote:I may have slightly less work in the coming year, which may enable me to run an RP that would last for more than a few pages.
If so, here's what I have in mind. Feedback is welcome from the usual suspects (you know who you are).RP INTEREST AND FEEDBACK REQUEST
Please provide as much detail as possible.
RP's Overarching Concept: The year is 1236. All of those awful things that people in 1236 believed about the world? Witches, demons, monsters? They're all real. The only defense? The Holy Inquisition. And that's you.
Genre/s: Historical action/mystery/horror
Character or Faction Based: Character
Detailed Description:
This RP is in the spirit of The Debatable Lands, one of my previous projects. Like that RP, it is an "anthropologist's fantasy": it introduces supernatural elements into a historical setting by assuming that all the things that people believed at a certain time and place were actually, factually true. So any supernatural elements will have the surreal quality of folklore come to life, superstition confirmed; they will not be viewed matter-of-factly by anyone; they will be authentically terrifying.
This RP is set in the thirteenth century, five years after the establishment of the first Papal Inquisition by Pope Gregory IX. Papal inquisitors were roving investigators, seeking out heresy and sorcery. They were judge, jury, and executioner. But they also held to strict rules of legal procedure requiring witnesses, evidence, and detailed record-keeping. In fact, the primary job of inquisitors was to prevent unjust executions; they were investigative professionals, intended as a check on mob violence and lynchings. Because the Pope was theoretically the supreme authority in Christendom, his inquisitors could go anywhere, investigate anything, and try anyone.
In this RP, players will take on the role of a roving band of inquisitors and their attendants. Inquisitors were all men and mostly friars, especially of the Dominican and Franciscan orders. But they traveled with a large number of associates and "experts": soldiers, scholars, women with the second sight, even children with nowhere else to go. I will take the role of the lead inquisitor, but other positions will include anything that players can dream up and reconcile with historical accuracy.
But I am taking a grimly realistic view of this time and place. In 1236, folk live still in the shadow of ancient greatness. The ruins of Old Rome loom up around shacks of driftwood and thatch, a memory of grandeur lost in the mists of time. Nineteen out of every twenty men, women, and children live in squalor, wear rags, eat slop, work their hands to the bone, and die before the age of forty without ever having gone more than twenty miles from the place where they were born. Literacy is a prerogative of the clergy, a craft so rare as to be seen as magical. Bigotry is not just a way of life, but an essential fact of the universe, as immutable as the setting of the sun. The secular powers are warlords, their swords and warhorses and strong bodies paid for with the labor of countless slaving serfs. The local clergy are rapacious and worldly, mighty landowners who enforce their will with episcopal inquisitions that burn at the stake any who dare to resist the local bishop's will.
In this world, the Papal Inquisition is not simply a monstrous tool of oppression. Rather, it is desperately needed. For all that ordinary people believed about the universe is true. Trolls lurk in the dark places of the world to devour alive those who stray from the path. Fairies snatch children and replace them with changelings who grow up to butcher their parents. The dead rise from their graves in cursed churchyards. An ethereal maiden moves from town to town, leaving plague and pestilence in her wake. Pagan cults sacrifice infants to dark gods in the moonlit woods. Ghosts linger upon ancient battlefields, rising from the muck to sing their siren song to passing travelers. Witches gather upon rocky crags and cast spells that drive men to gibbering madness. And above all, whispering his ancient plan into the ear of sorcerer and heretic and beast, the Devil moves in the dark. For night has fallen upon the world, and his hour has almost come. The End of Days is at hand.
Across this cursed world journey our little band of men and women and perhaps children: clergy and lay, warriors and pacifists, zealots and cynics. Some believe in justice; others seek only to live a little further above the muck than their forebears. Some have lost their innocence long ago; others will lose it soon enough. They are a family, knit together by shared pain and loneliness and wary love. They have seen things the likes of which most men and women experience only in their darkest nightmares. And fiercer trials still lie ahead. For the Devil has plans for this group. Though they know it not, it is in their hands to usher in an age of endless suffering - or to discover the single, solitary hope for a better world still to come.
Need Help With: Gauging interest, refining the atmosphere (it needs to be dark without becoming boring or overwrought or otherwise unenjoyable).
Please leave this hashtag in place: #Mentorhelp
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by G-Tech Corporation » Tue Dec 29, 2015 8:45 pm
by Reverend Norv » Tue Dec 29, 2015 8:55 pm
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Reverend Norv » Tue Dec 29, 2015 8:56 pm
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Rupudska » Tue Dec 29, 2015 9:04 pm
Reverend Norv wrote:It also occurs to me that if this got off the ground, then a bunch of people, many of them celibate, living in close proximity and risking their lives for each other - that's a recipe for oceanic amounts of unresolved sexual tension.
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by Zeinbrad » Tue Dec 29, 2015 9:16 pm
Rupudska wrote:Reverend Norv wrote:It also occurs to me that if this got off the ground, then a bunch of people, many of them celibate, living in close proximity and risking their lives for each other - that's a recipe for oceanic amounts of unresolved sexual tension.
Enough to power the NS servers for an entire month.
by Zeinbrad » Tue Dec 29, 2015 9:29 pm
by Wolfenium » Wed Dec 30, 2015 12:38 am
Reverend Norv wrote:I may have slightly less work in the coming year, which may enable me to run an RP that would last for more than a few pages.
If so, here's what I have in mind. Feedback is welcome from the usual suspects (you know who you are).RP INTEREST AND FEEDBACK REQUEST
Please provide as much detail as possible.
RP's Overarching Concept: The year is 1236. All of those awful things that people in 1236 believed about the world? Witches, demons, monsters? They're all real. The only defense? The Holy Inquisition. And that's you.
Genre/s: Historical action/mystery/horror
Character or Faction Based: Character
Detailed Description:
This RP is in the spirit of The Debatable Lands, one of my previous projects. Like that RP, it is an "anthropologist's fantasy": it introduces supernatural elements into a historical setting by assuming that all the things that people believed at a certain time and place were actually, factually true. So any supernatural elements will have the surreal quality of folklore come to life, superstition confirmed; they will not be viewed matter-of-factly by anyone; they will be authentically terrifying.
This RP is set in the thirteenth century, five years after the establishment of the first Papal Inquisition by Pope Gregory IX. Papal inquisitors were roving investigators, seeking out heresy and sorcery. They were judge, jury, and executioner. But they also held to strict rules of legal procedure requiring witnesses, evidence, and detailed record-keeping. In fact, the primary job of inquisitors was to prevent unjust executions; they were investigative professionals, intended as a check on mob violence and lynchings. Because the Pope was theoretically the supreme authority in Christendom, his inquisitors could go anywhere, investigate anything, and try anyone.
In this RP, players will take on the role of a roving band of inquisitors and their attendants. Inquisitors were all men and mostly friars, especially of the Dominican and Franciscan orders. But they traveled with a large number of associates and "experts": soldiers, scholars, women with the second sight, even children with nowhere else to go. I will take the role of the lead inquisitor, but other positions will include anything that players can dream up and reconcile with historical accuracy.
But I am taking a grimly realistic view of this time and place. In 1236, folk live still in the shadow of ancient greatness. The ruins of Old Rome loom up around shacks of driftwood and thatch, a memory of grandeur lost in the mists of time. Nineteen out of every twenty men, women, and children live in squalor, wear rags, eat slop, work their hands to the bone, and die before the age of forty without ever having gone more than twenty miles from the place where they were born. Literacy is a prerogative of the clergy, a craft so rare as to be seen as magical. Bigotry is not just a way of life, but an essential fact of the universe, as immutable as the setting of the sun. The secular powers are warlords, their swords and warhorses and strong bodies paid for with the labor of countless slaving serfs. The local clergy are rapacious and worldly, mighty landowners who enforce their will with episcopal inquisitions that burn at the stake any who dare to resist the local bishop's will.
In this world, the Papal Inquisition is not simply a monstrous tool of oppression. Rather, it is desperately needed. For all that ordinary people believed about the universe is true. Trolls lurk in the dark places of the world to devour alive those who stray from the path. Fairies snatch children and replace them with changelings who grow up to butcher their parents. The dead rise from their graves in cursed churchyards. An ethereal maiden moves from town to town, leaving plague and pestilence in her wake. Pagan cults sacrifice infants to dark gods in the moonlit woods. Ghosts linger upon ancient battlefields, rising from the muck to sing their siren song to passing travelers. Witches gather upon rocky crags and cast spells that drive men to gibbering madness. And above all, whispering his ancient plan into the ear of sorcerer and heretic and beast, the Devil moves in the dark. For night has fallen upon the world, and his hour has almost come. The End of Days is at hand.
Across this cursed world journey our little band of men and women and perhaps children: clergy and lay, warriors and pacifists, zealots and cynics. Some believe in justice; others seek only to live a little further above the muck than their forebears. Some have lost their innocence long ago; others will lose it soon enough. They are a family, knit together by shared pain and loneliness and wary love. They have seen things the likes of which most men and women experience only in their darkest nightmares. And fiercer trials still lie ahead. For the Devil has plans for this group. Though they know it not, it is in their hands to usher in an age of endless suffering - or to discover the single, solitary hope for a better world still to come.
Need Help With: Gauging interest, refining the atmosphere (it needs to be dark without becoming boring or overwrought or otherwise unenjoyable).
Please leave this hashtag in place: #Mentorhelp
by The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness » Wed Dec 30, 2015 12:42 am
Wolfenium wrote:Reverend Norv wrote:I may have slightly less work in the coming year, which may enable me to run an RP that would last for more than a few pages.
If so, here's what I have in mind. Feedback is welcome from the usual suspects (you know who you are).RP INTEREST AND FEEDBACK REQUEST
Please provide as much detail as possible.
RP's Overarching Concept: The year is 1236. All of those awful things that people in 1236 believed about the world? Witches, demons, monsters? They're all real. The only defense? The Holy Inquisition. And that's you.
Genre/s: Historical action/mystery/horror
Character or Faction Based: Character
Detailed Description:
This RP is in the spirit of The Debatable Lands, one of my previous projects. Like that RP, it is an "anthropologist's fantasy": it introduces supernatural elements into a historical setting by assuming that all the things that people believed at a certain time and place were actually, factually true. So any supernatural elements will have the surreal quality of folklore come to life, superstition confirmed; they will not be viewed matter-of-factly by anyone; they will be authentically terrifying.
This RP is set in the thirteenth century, five years after the establishment of the first Papal Inquisition by Pope Gregory IX. Papal inquisitors were roving investigators, seeking out heresy and sorcery. They were judge, jury, and executioner. But they also held to strict rules of legal procedure requiring witnesses, evidence, and detailed record-keeping. In fact, the primary job of inquisitors was to prevent unjust executions; they were investigative professionals, intended as a check on mob violence and lynchings. Because the Pope was theoretically the supreme authority in Christendom, his inquisitors could go anywhere, investigate anything, and try anyone.
In this RP, players will take on the role of a roving band of inquisitors and their attendants. Inquisitors were all men and mostly friars, especially of the Dominican and Franciscan orders. But they traveled with a large number of associates and "experts": soldiers, scholars, women with the second sight, even children with nowhere else to go. I will take the role of the lead inquisitor, but other positions will include anything that players can dream up and reconcile with historical accuracy.
But I am taking a grimly realistic view of this time and place. In 1236, folk live still in the shadow of ancient greatness. The ruins of Old Rome loom up around shacks of driftwood and thatch, a memory of grandeur lost in the mists of time. Nineteen out of every twenty men, women, and children live in squalor, wear rags, eat slop, work their hands to the bone, and die before the age of forty without ever having gone more than twenty miles from the place where they were born. Literacy is a prerogative of the clergy, a craft so rare as to be seen as magical. Bigotry is not just a way of life, but an essential fact of the universe, as immutable as the setting of the sun. The secular powers are warlords, their swords and warhorses and strong bodies paid for with the labor of countless slaving serfs. The local clergy are rapacious and worldly, mighty landowners who enforce their will with episcopal inquisitions that burn at the stake any who dare to resist the local bishop's will.
In this world, the Papal Inquisition is not simply a monstrous tool of oppression. Rather, it is desperately needed. For all that ordinary people believed about the universe is true. Trolls lurk in the dark places of the world to devour alive those who stray from the path. Fairies snatch children and replace them with changelings who grow up to butcher their parents. The dead rise from their graves in cursed churchyards. An ethereal maiden moves from town to town, leaving plague and pestilence in her wake. Pagan cults sacrifice infants to dark gods in the moonlit woods. Ghosts linger upon ancient battlefields, rising from the muck to sing their siren song to passing travelers. Witches gather upon rocky crags and cast spells that drive men to gibbering madness. And above all, whispering his ancient plan into the ear of sorcerer and heretic and beast, the Devil moves in the dark. For night has fallen upon the world, and his hour has almost come. The End of Days is at hand.
Across this cursed world journey our little band of men and women and perhaps children: clergy and lay, warriors and pacifists, zealots and cynics. Some believe in justice; others seek only to live a little further above the muck than their forebears. Some have lost their innocence long ago; others will lose it soon enough. They are a family, knit together by shared pain and loneliness and wary love. They have seen things the likes of which most men and women experience only in their darkest nightmares. And fiercer trials still lie ahead. For the Devil has plans for this group. Though they know it not, it is in their hands to usher in an age of endless suffering - or to discover the single, solitary hope for a better world still to come.
Need Help With: Gauging interest, refining the atmosphere (it needs to be dark without becoming boring or overwrought or otherwise unenjoyable).
Please leave this hashtag in place: #Mentorhelp
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