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Post by einfachnura on Jul 22, 2016 7:03:37 GMT -5
We had one in the old forum, so I think we should have one here.
If anybody is interested in a forum rpg I would like to try and be a DM for it. It is my first time. be gentle ;-)
I assume we are in the third age, a medievil fantasy Noliterre. I will try to have fights and social interaction.
Sorry for my bad english, not my first language. Also sometimes I may be a little slow answering.
First you should present your characters.
Greetings
EinfachNurA
It will probably start like most rpgs:
After a long day of travel on the dusty streets your arrive in front of a tavern and see the two story building. A sign painted with a fat green dragon drinking from a big beer mug leaning his back on a barrel says: "Drunken Dragon Tavern" and you hear soft music and voices coming from inside. At the side you see a stable with open doors, where you probably can put your mounts to rest.
What do you want to do?
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Post by Zips on Jul 22, 2016 7:08:36 GMT -5
(So this is set in the Third Age before steampunk became prominent in the western world? We are currently in the fourth age)
(that means i can use my character from before)
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Post by numberhawk44 on Jul 22, 2016 13:32:36 GMT -5
(Yeah I'll use Roland)
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Post by plaustrumimperialist on Jul 22, 2016 17:38:03 GMT -5
(I'm not familiar with the Third Age of Noliterre; could someone give me a brief overview?)
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Post by odiespecial on Jul 22, 2016 19:02:43 GMT -5
(I suppose I should use King Ironfoot then)
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Post by plaustrumimperialist on Jul 22, 2016 20:02:20 GMT -5
(In my lore, the tribes have been around since the Second Age. Thus, I hope a tribesman would be fine. I don't think a Zjaum/Zjau-yl chieftain would fit the roleplay, though)
My character is a man from the Ugo-yt tribe, by the (Anglicized) name of Koy Elekeplau. He was the second son of an Ugo-yt chieftain, and so, rather than inheriting his father's title and namesake, he was forced to make a name for himself. He gave himself the title "Elekeplau" because he was always overly cautious. This trait had its upsides, such as when his brother tried to assassinate him to prevent civil war, but it also meant that Koy was slow to do a great many things. Escaping the hostile environment his brother set up, he wandered across Lower Mliza with his zjoizjy (will be explained later; practically, the horse of Lower Mliza) and ultimately found his way here. Upon arriving at the Drunken Dragon, he asked the bartender, "Do you have Zjadian Melon Juice? Alcohol makes me dizzy." The bartender shook his head, and Koy took a table in the corner, drinking his own stash.
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Post by numberhawk44 on Jul 22, 2016 20:06:32 GMT -5
Roland was the leader of the Imperial Guard. Since this doesn't seem to be dice-oriented and most of you remember him, that's all I'm posting. Hee sits at the counter and orders a mug of beer.
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Post by Zips on Jul 23, 2016 4:14:50 GMT -5
Livia walks through the front door and is seemingly looking for someone
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Post by einfachnura on Jul 25, 2016 15:06:37 GMT -5
(Sorry for the delay. Just to clear this up, you are average adventurers, no kings or queens, at least, not yet (or incognito), this will not be an epic^^)
You are all walking in and there are some people in, humans and elves, sitting around some tables, but some are still free. Behind the bar there is a dwarf, filling some mugs of ale and handing in over to the young barmaids.
The fireplace is hot and from the kitchen you scent the smell of fresh roasted meat and vegetables. A board offers fresh fish soup, roasted beef with garlic and vegetables, as deserts you can have cake. Drinks are plenty, two sorts of ale, some wine and harder stuff.
One of the maids comes to you, greets you: "Hello, welcome to the Drunken Dragon. I am Anna,If you want anything just ask me or Goryum, the Innkeepter. Please take a seat.", waving towards a free table.
Anne walks to the corner with her tablet and puts a mug of beer infront of Roland and another filled with orange juice to Koy. "Sorry, that is the best we can do, except water", she smiles, "you know, most people come here to get drunk."
She turns again to the newcomers. "Do you want anything? Oh, we also offer rooms to sleep, if you are interested."
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Post by plaustrumimperialist on Jul 25, 2016 16:12:42 GMT -5
"What is your cheapest room? Deepest apologies, I am generally not used to spending much money. Here is a piece for the orange juice; my thanks."
Koy pulls out his Bren-so grass flute and begins playing his K'soi-ko, a Bren-so reed pipe made of tall grass stalks. He plays a sorrowful ballad of Oiyasia, the tribeswoman-giant who ran into battle and was the first to die.
The great thing about K'soi-ko pipes is that, if you take out the reed and cover up the three holes with your fingers, it makes for a fine straw for the orange juice.
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Post by einfachnura on Jul 26, 2016 6:27:26 GMT -5
"The cheapest is just five silver. You have to share with three others and it is just a bed and a chest for your stuff. But it is clean, my sister Jane is very zealos with cleaning, you know", the friendy girl replies and takes your coin.
After that she goes around serving some beer to a table of locals farmers from just outside of the town and looks for new orders. Meanwhile the innkeeper prepares plates with food and more beer, sometimes looking around and checking out everyone in his tavern with a friendly look. You see an old-looking battleaxe on the wall and some paintings and tapestry of adventureres and scenes of nature.
The bard stopped playing as soon as Kay starts flooting, nods towards him, count the coins he recieved for his music and orders fine wine and a realy big plate of meat, which delicious smell tickles your noses. He smiles and starts eating.
Suddenly the door flies open, bangs against the wall and an ederly woman with a frightened look on her face storms in, screaming, with a crying voice:
"Help! Goryum, you must help me!", she looks at the old dwarven innkeper first, than sweepes through the guests, "I know there are always some adventurers in here. It's Olaf, my husband. There is blood everywhere. come fast. Anyone?", she looks around in panic, her hands grasped in her skirts.
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Post by plaustrumimperialist on Jul 26, 2016 14:06:29 GMT -5
Koy picks up his battle-axe and two tomahawks, in no rush, and briskly walks over to the elderly lady. "What and where is it?"
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Post by numberhawk44 on Jul 26, 2016 19:46:24 GMT -5
Roland groans and finishes his beer before walking over as well.
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Post by plaustrumimperialist on Jul 27, 2016 16:53:56 GMT -5
("We are the Reluctant Squad. Any job you need finished? We will begrudgingly get it done!")
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Post by Reya Pyrix Newhart on Jul 27, 2016 17:49:18 GMT -5
(can I come in at some point)
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