Man will I ever get through this? seems unlikely. Dad is looking for a new wife. As if someone could replace mom. Timmy and John have said nothing. And little Sherry and Nick are always upset. Man, life sucks. I miss mom and her corny jokes and how she would help me with my homework.
((Sorry to interject, but your dead father is looking for a wife the day after your mother dies?))
((Aaaaacepted.
God Magic is a blanket term for anything that affects principles of reality. This includes temporal or spatial manipulation.
Dragon Magic is, for the sake of simplification, akin to Dragon Slayer magic from Fairy Tail. It's essentially mimicking the power of a dragon, something Draconian's don't really care for.
They can be learned, but they are very rare. Dragon Magic is just difficult to learn, and usually considered more trouble than it's worth. God Magic isn't really taught for obvious reasons, and even where it is it is incredibly difficult to use, due to learning difficulties and the vast quantity of mana it consumes.
You don't really need to worry about them too much, however. I made that page just to clarify some of the 'rules' of magic; so it isn't all over the place. And those two particular types of magic were only included because I have made passing mention of them before.))
Shortly after Branwick leaves, King nods respectfully to Alistair and leaves, staying relatively close to Branwick. Briefly, he takes a hold of his pendant and prays to the sun goddess, for the safety of everybody in the group and glory in the coming battle. The pendant glows faintly before Kingsley returns. The cool morning air washes through his hair.
Watching the strange boy playing with his sword, King answers his question. "Vampires are killed in many ways. Removal of the head is not the most effective method, but it does indeed work." King has only faced vampires on three previous occasions. The first, a group of rogue vampires hiding in an abandoned castle while he served Yorhito. He killed them all by trapping and burning them. The second, an assassin using fire magic. King cut out his heart. The third was a warrior, like himself. After a long battle, the vampire finally succumbed to the sun, having already taken several cuts from King.
Branwick
"Aye, this blades killed many Blood fiends before. I could carve them in half if I so pleased. But the purpose of this is to test your abilities. I will only step in if the need arises." Other than this, Branwick remains completely silent, barely acknowledging the rest of the party.
((Oh my. That is very nice. Accepted. As a suggestion for your entry post, either head into the bar or insert yourself somewhere in what follows.))
((This might also be a good time to remind everybody that it's appreciated if you make a page for your character on the wiki when you have the time.)) Alistair
With the fifth member seemingly unresponsive, Alistair addresses the assembled party again. "Very well. As some of you may or may not know, Lord Shadowscythe, the most powerful man to ever step foot on this world was killed some years ago, shortly after recovering from his eternal prison. One of his first actions was to destroy our organisation, a feat he accomplished with relative ease. But in our absence, new threats have arisen. From gangs, to conquerors, to hellspawn. It was assumed that the Phari were no longer needed. That for the end of their time, they had simply been a night-light; an unnecessary comfort to make everybody feel safer. But it has become clear in recent years that this could not be further from the truth. Adventurers and wannabe heroes are everywhere." He pauses to down his drink.
"But they're unorganised. They can only contain the threat, not remove it. This is why we have returned. This is why we have assembled you here today. To be something more than just another speck of dust on the wind. To be a part of something greater. Not a day ago, Rina found a local installation of the Psycho Lullaby mercenaries, having stolen a shipment of Vandheim technology. Sir Branwick will take you there and supervise the battle.By the time you return, your rooms will be set up. Do not underestimate these mercenaries. The majority of them are vampires, but in the past few months they've gotten new tricks."
Alistair finally finishes his speech. Without waiting for a response, he gets up and turns away.
Branwick gets up and heads outside, beginning the walk to the groups new destination.
Nineball had made his way in as well, trying to find an alternative to the drink he had been given. Anything machine related would've sufficed, but apparently the girl didn't expect a Warforged to be in the area. It wasn't her fault, so he had waved in a fashion that signaled everything was fine. Nineball's thoughts were quickly interrupted by someone who went by the name of Zahera? It was probably Zaera or something, that's what the autocorrect was picking up at least.
(Brb, will continue post. WIP)
((Sorry, I maybe should have made it more clear. Luna only fetched 7 drinks, but there is 10 people. Alistair & Luna aren't drinking, and she didn't get one for Nineball.))
King takes a seat at the table, sipping at his drink while Zaera and Nineball share their stories. "My name is Renhardt. Kingsley Renhardt." He stares down at his drink for a moment, muttering something about it being weak. "I was in service to Lord Yorhito for much of my life. Until his untimely death." Upon mention of his lords passing, Kingsley sips from his mug again. "I have lived by the sword for more than 20 year, and intend to do so for many more years."
Composing himself, King leans back in his chair. The two yet to speak both seemed to be warriors, like himself. At a glance, they also seemed to be warriors like himself. The machine calling itself Nineball was definitely an intriguing specimen.
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(( http://rwby.wikia.com/wiki/Semblance says it all pretty well))
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((No.))
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((Sorry to interject, but your dead father is looking for a wife the day after your mother dies?))
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((Aaaaacepted.
God Magic is a blanket term for anything that affects principles of reality. This includes temporal or spatial manipulation.
Dragon Magic is, for the sake of simplification, akin to Dragon Slayer magic from Fairy Tail. It's essentially mimicking the power of a dragon, something Draconian's don't really care for.
They can be learned, but they are very rare. Dragon Magic is just difficult to learn, and usually considered more trouble than it's worth. God Magic isn't really taught for obvious reasons, and even where it is it is incredibly difficult to use, due to learning difficulties and the vast quantity of mana it consumes.
You don't really need to worry about them too much, however. I made that page just to clarify some of the 'rules' of magic; so it isn't all over the place. And those two particular types of magic were only included because I have made passing mention of them before.))
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((It seems to be a glitch within MCF. It's built for that res, and every once in awhile it appears fine.))
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Kingsley
Shortly after Branwick leaves, King nods respectfully to Alistair and leaves, staying relatively close to Branwick. Briefly, he takes a hold of his pendant and prays to the sun goddess, for the safety of everybody in the group and glory in the coming battle. The pendant glows faintly before Kingsley returns. The cool morning air washes through his hair.
Watching the strange boy playing with his sword, King answers his question. "Vampires are killed in many ways. Removal of the head is not the most effective method, but it does indeed work." King has only faced vampires on three previous occasions. The first, a group of rogue vampires hiding in an abandoned castle while he served Yorhito. He killed them all by trapping and burning them. The second, an assassin using fire magic. King cut out his heart. The third was a warrior, like himself. After a long battle, the vampire finally succumbed to the sun, having already taken several cuts from King.
Branwick
"Aye, this blades killed many Blood fiends before. I could carve them in half if I so pleased. But the purpose of this is to test your abilities. I will only step in if the need arises." Other than this, Branwick remains completely silent, barely acknowledging the rest of the party.
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This is not a sub-forum for server roleplays.
It is for FORUM based roleplays.
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Firstly, this is the wrong section to be posting this. This sub-forum is for TEXT based roleplays.
Secondly, asking for people to do all the work for you in your project.
Thirdly, assuming people have a youtube channel.
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I haven't used the rest of the forum in a couple of years, but I'd say here, probably.
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This is not the correct place to put this. This section of the forum is for FORUM rokeplays. Not Minecraft roleplays.
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((Introduced NPC's. NPC's asked everybody to introduce themselves.))
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((Oh my. That is very nice. Accepted. As a suggestion for your entry post, either head into the bar or insert yourself somewhere in what follows.))
((This might also be a good time to remind everybody that it's appreciated if you make a page for your character on the wiki when you have the time.))
Alistair
With the fifth member seemingly unresponsive, Alistair addresses the assembled party again. "Very well. As some of you may or may not know, Lord Shadowscythe, the most powerful man to ever step foot on this world was killed some years ago, shortly after recovering from his eternal prison. One of his first actions was to destroy our organisation, a feat he accomplished with relative ease. But in our absence, new threats have arisen. From gangs, to conquerors, to hellspawn. It was assumed that the Phari were no longer needed. That for the end of their time, they had simply been a night-light; an unnecessary comfort to make everybody feel safer. But it has become clear in recent years that this could not be further from the truth. Adventurers and wannabe heroes are everywhere." He pauses to down his drink.
"But they're unorganised. They can only contain the threat, not remove it. This is why we have returned. This is why we have assembled you here today. To be something more than just another speck of dust on the wind. To be a part of something greater. Not a day ago, Rina found a local installation of the Psycho Lullaby mercenaries, having stolen a shipment of Vandheim technology. Sir Branwick will take you there and supervise the battle.By the time you return, your rooms will be set up. Do not underestimate these mercenaries. The majority of them are vampires, but in the past few months they've gotten new tricks."
Alistair finally finishes his speech. Without waiting for a response, he gets up and turns away.
Branwick gets up and heads outside, beginning the walk to the groups new destination.
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((That might explain why it says 'Always Accepting' in the title.))
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((Sorry, I maybe should have made it more clear. Luna only fetched 7 drinks, but there is 10 people. Alistair & Luna aren't drinking, and she didn't get one for Nineball.))
King takes a seat at the table, sipping at his drink while Zaera and Nineball share their stories. "My name is Renhardt. Kingsley Renhardt." He stares down at his drink for a moment, muttering something about it being weak. "I was in service to Lord Yorhito for much of my life. Until his untimely death." Upon mention of his lords passing, Kingsley sips from his mug again. "I have lived by the sword for more than 20 year, and intend to do so for many more years."
Composing himself, King leans back in his chair. The two yet to speak both seemed to be warriors, like himself. At a glance, they also seemed to be warriors like himself. The machine calling itself Nineball was definitely an intriguing specimen.
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Earth of Origin:
E3
History:
[May be added later]
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