Pfft it's not like pokemon, where I roll the dice and Lance now becomes lv. 55
just get over it
The Eight Gods of Calora
Started by: Devour | Replies: 225 | Views: 11,604
Nov 25, 2013 1:04 PM #1113396
Nov 25, 2013 1:07 PM #1113397
Quote from GuardianTempest
Pfft, at least you can do something with a number close to 50. Meanwhile I must rely on sheer cowardice to save myself.
Quote from GuitariiPfft it's not like pokemon, where I roll the dice and Lance now becomes lv. 55
just get over it
Both of you, do you actually read Devour's writing? He said the one who wins is the one who uses his brain the most.
The levels are just the height in power. It doesn't mean you will always win.
Nov 25, 2013 1:10 PM #1113401
Quick question. Will I be able to improove/increase my abilities' power as the story progresses?
Nov 25, 2013 1:43 PM #1113430
Quote from CamilaQuick question. Will I be able to improove/increase my abilities' power as the story progresses?
I'm guessing the number represents your maximum potential in power.
Nov 25, 2013 4:31 PM #1113498
Name: Fenrir
Age: 18
Deity: Earth
Backstory: Fenrir grew up very poor, he was forced to live off of stolen food and goods but he was never violent. One day he was caught stealing a loaf of bread by a upper class citizen and in his attempt to escape Fenrir pushed the man down a flight of stairs. The man was not badly injured but his injuries were enough to get Fenrir thrown in a dungeon. Having had to play a game of hide and seek all his life he successfully escaped his cell and the whole city, he now wonders the roads looking for a new place to call home while he learns to master the new powers he discovered during his escape.
Age: 18
Deity: Earth
Backstory: Fenrir grew up very poor, he was forced to live off of stolen food and goods but he was never violent. One day he was caught stealing a loaf of bread by a upper class citizen and in his attempt to escape Fenrir pushed the man down a flight of stairs. The man was not badly injured but his injuries were enough to get Fenrir thrown in a dungeon. Having had to play a game of hide and seek all his life he successfully escaped his cell and the whole city, he now wonders the roads looking for a new place to call home while he learns to master the new powers he discovered during his escape.
Nov 25, 2013 5:01 PM #1113512
Name: Silas Grimme (also called Kite)
Age: 17
Deity: Air
Backstory: Silas is one of the last of a once great clan of air mages. Their strongest and most prominent members were wiped out for their blasphemy, and the youngest members' memories were wiped. Forced onto the streets, Silas turned to begging and thievery to make a living. Silas learned of his power while serving yet another day in prison, blowing the hay that made up his bed back and forth through his cell.
Age: 17
Deity: Air
Backstory: Silas is one of the last of a once great clan of air mages. Their strongest and most prominent members were wiped out for their blasphemy, and the youngest members' memories were wiped. Forced onto the streets, Silas turned to begging and thievery to make a living. Silas learned of his power while serving yet another day in prison, blowing the hay that made up his bed back and forth through his cell.
Nov 25, 2013 7:28 PM #1113561
Fucking hell why is everyone making a criminal character?
Come up with something interesting, like a Paladin who serves nothing but his Holy God of Light and will smite down all the heretics.
Or a Life mage who's pissed at people and their boner for technology and schemes to take over the world with plants.
Something cool and different.
Come up with something interesting, like a Paladin who serves nothing but his Holy God of Light and will smite down all the heretics.
Or a Life mage who's pissed at people and their boner for technology and schemes to take over the world with plants.
Something cool and different.
Nov 25, 2013 7:51 PM #1113566
Quote from CamilaQuick question. Will I be able to improove/increase my abilities' power as the story progresses?
You won't be able to. But with my intervention (for the sake of plot twists and stuff) someone's power level can change.
Quote from Almond]Name: Fenrir
Age: 18
Deity: Earth
Backstory: Fenrir grew up very poor, he was forced to live off of stolen food and goods but he was never violent. One day he was caught stealing a loaf of bread by a upper class citizen and in his attempt to escape Fenrir pushed the man down a flight of stairs. The man was not badly injured but his injuries were enough to get Fenrir thrown in a dungeon. Having had to play a game of hide and seek all his life he successfully escaped his cell and the whole city, he now wonders the roads looking for a new place to call home while he learns to master the new powers he discovered during his escape.[/quote]
Your dude rolled a 17. Added.
[QUOTE=AlmondName: Silas Grimme (also called Kite)
Age: 17
Deity: Air
Backstory: Silas is one of the last of a once great clan of air mages. Their strongest and most prominent members were wiped out for their blasphemy, and the youngest members' memories were wiped. Forced onto the streets, Silas turned to begging and thievery to make a living. Silas learned of his power while serving yet another day in prison, blowing the hay that made up his bed back and forth through his cell.
Added, but Im removing the "memories were wiped" part because this is fantasty, not science fiction lmao.
Also you rolled a 81
Nov 25, 2013 8:23 PM #1113593
Holy shit that's high. Kinda fits his story too.
Edit: Just looked at the list of characters. You got mine and Gunnii's rolls mixed up.
Edit: Just looked at the list of characters. You got mine and Gunnii's rolls mixed up.
Nov 25, 2013 8:35 PM #1113603
Lol, oops. I'll fix it
Alright guys, I'd say we have enough people to start our first scene.
Here's a few last rules to make sure everything runs smoothly:
-If the story is progressing and a couple people have been gone for a while, they will just follow the main group as a static background character who says little until they can be taken control of.
-Do not write another person's actions for them unless it's small things that don't have any lasting affects on their character. Same with speaking for another person's character.
-Be fair and have fun. You are not the hero of the story. But when all you individuals come together, it will create a great adventure.
-Aside from setting the scenes and keeping everything in order, I wont be posting a lot. Don't be afraid to progress the story on your own.But don't make changes that radically change what's going on, or don't make sense.
Now, the story begins...
Feel free to use my post as an example of how to do your Roleplay posts.
Alright guys, I'd say we have enough people to start our first scene.
Here's a few last rules to make sure everything runs smoothly:
-If the story is progressing and a couple people have been gone for a while, they will just follow the main group as a static background character who says little until they can be taken control of.
-Do not write another person's actions for them unless it's small things that don't have any lasting affects on their character. Same with speaking for another person's character.
-Be fair and have fun. You are not the hero of the story. But when all you individuals come together, it will create a great adventure.
-Aside from setting the scenes and keeping everything in order, I wont be posting a lot. Don't be afraid to progress the story on your own.But don't make changes that radically change what's going on, or don't make sense.
Now, the story begins...
Opening scene (Click to Show)
Feel free to use my post as an example of how to do your Roleplay posts.
Nov 25, 2013 9:15 PM #1113614
Sasha couldn't ignore the strong noises comming from the streets, curious by the screams heard, she got away from the priests and got closer to a huge group of people that was apparently being arrested in a really violent way.
"What in the goddness' name is going on here?" Sasha shouted while she approached to the group of people that was surrounded by the officers.
An officer said: " HA! Well I'm proud to say that we finally captured these idiots, they are part of a small band that has been reported by this community. They've stolen countless resources and food from many people, and now we'll put them under arrest and give them all the judgement they diserve!"
"Are they monsters or humans?", Sasha replied
"What kind of question is th-"
"WHAT ARE THEY?" She abruptly interrupted the officer, he, stunned by the force of her voice, answered: "Humans my lady".
"Then Why the hell are you treating them like mosnters?, the world has turned into an insinsible and mercyless place, and you're just making things worse by treat these people as your worst enemies..." Then she looked at on the thieves, Fenrir, and asked: "Have you ever murdered someone? or stolen something else but food?".
"What in the goddness' name is going on here?" Sasha shouted while she approached to the group of people that was surrounded by the officers.
An officer said: " HA! Well I'm proud to say that we finally captured these idiots, they are part of a small band that has been reported by this community. They've stolen countless resources and food from many people, and now we'll put them under arrest and give them all the judgement they diserve!"
"Are they monsters or humans?", Sasha replied
"What kind of question is th-"
"WHAT ARE THEY?" She abruptly interrupted the officer, he, stunned by the force of her voice, answered: "Humans my lady".
"Then Why the hell are you treating them like mosnters?, the world has turned into an insinsible and mercyless place, and you're just making things worse by treat these people as your worst enemies..." Then she looked at on the thieves, Fenrir, and asked: "Have you ever murdered someone? or stolen something else but food?".
Nov 25, 2013 9:31 PM #1113631
Name: Joh Len
Age: 18
Deity: Air
Backstory: He long loved the sky and without even knowing why. He lived in the mountains with a pet eagle and his grandfather, who was his only family member. Things were always strange around him, the winds always get wild every time he gets too emotional. On day of his 18th birthday, believing it is the right time, his grandfather told him he is the decedent of a powerful air mage and he had inherited his power, explaining the strange activities of the wind. After learning about his unique power and his heritage, his grandfather sent him to the city for, "Anyone that wields a great power needs wisdom and responsibility, and best way to gain them is through facing many difficulties." Promising to come back as an wise man, he sets off with a great adventure that awaits him.
Age: 18
Deity: Air
Backstory: He long loved the sky and without even knowing why. He lived in the mountains with a pet eagle and his grandfather, who was his only family member. Things were always strange around him, the winds always get wild every time he gets too emotional. On day of his 18th birthday, believing it is the right time, his grandfather told him he is the decedent of a powerful air mage and he had inherited his power, explaining the strange activities of the wind. After learning about his unique power and his heritage, his grandfather sent him to the city for, "Anyone that wields a great power needs wisdom and responsibility, and best way to gain them is through facing many difficulties." Promising to come back as an wise man, he sets off with a great adventure that awaits him.
Nov 25, 2013 9:31 PM #1113632
To late for a new entry in the eight gods?
Name: Jon zinx
(most people call him boy or kid)
Age: 16
Deity: darkness (btw I think you should give them names.)
Backstory: Jon was left at an orphanage when he was born, probably because his family was to poor to care for him. He was always being bullied by the older kids because he was a skinny, weak boy. But at night he did something nobody else thought it was possible for him to do. Jon was a follower of the god of darkness, he would practice bending shadows to his will, concieling himself and other object from view and summoning shadow spirits. At the age of 13 he acidently killed two of the bullies, they had trapped him in the cellar and were beating him and he couldn't control his anger. He has been running from the city guards for three years now. He has resorted the thievery to help him survive.
He wears a black hooded cloak he has eye length black hair and pale white skin. He is a tall boy more agile than strong and carries two knifes (stolen from the captain of the guards).
Name: Jon zinx
(most people call him boy or kid)
Age: 16
Deity: darkness (btw I think you should give them names.)
Backstory: Jon was left at an orphanage when he was born, probably because his family was to poor to care for him. He was always being bullied by the older kids because he was a skinny, weak boy. But at night he did something nobody else thought it was possible for him to do. Jon was a follower of the god of darkness, he would practice bending shadows to his will, concieling himself and other object from view and summoning shadow spirits. At the age of 13 he acidently killed two of the bullies, they had trapped him in the cellar and were beating him and he couldn't control his anger. He has been running from the city guards for three years now. He has resorted the thievery to help him survive.
He wears a black hooded cloak he has eye length black hair and pale white skin. He is a tall boy more agile than strong and carries two knifes (stolen from the captain of the guards).
Nov 25, 2013 9:48 PM #1113648
Both of you have been added. I'll come up with a scene to throw you guys into soon.
Nov 25, 2013 9:55 PM #1113653
(Camilla, Fenrir is camouflaged, silly)
Those eyes. The eyes he hated. The eyes he feared. The judging eyes of bystanders, fortunate enough to be able to purchase their own food. With their silk garbs and golden jewelry. Did they even stop for one moment to think of the peasants who made them? Who were being used as mere tools for their benefit. No, they did not. To them the poor and unfortunate were nothing but rats and he was one of them, Albert Stinkborn the Rat.
Blood dripped from his wrists down unto the street. The vines that bound his hands and neck had burrowed their thorns deep into his flesh. With all the might he had, he moved his head to the right to see a noble woman walking their way. Her eyes were pure and caring. Her words surprising, but soothing. "Are they monsters or humans?" she yelled at one of the officers that had them bound. The question was so absurd that everyone around her shook their heads a moment. Did this lady not realize who she was talking about? A band of hopeless thieves, which was brought together with nothing but bad intentions. The officer mumbled a little, and she angrily repeated her question. There was nothing for him to do but to give in. "Humans, my Lady", he said. Human. It was something Albert hadn't been called in a long time and he was sure his companions weren't either. The noble woman turned her attention towards them and shouted.
"Have you ever murdered someone? Or stolen something else but food?", she yelled. What a strange question. Of course they had. At least Albert had. Last moon, he stole a golden axe from a mansion down in Rivergrave, so he could sell it. How else would he afford any of his equipment? But for some reason he was compelled to lie. For some reason, he did not want to be the one to taint her innocence with knowledge of the ugly truth. He wanted to open his mouth and tell her how unfair this was. How the rich should share with the poor, how nobility and peasants should be treated equal.
But then he remembered why they were there and where they were heading. And even though her eyes had something special, a burning fire of hope, he had to let her know the truth.
"Of course we have", Albert let out, gaining the woman's attention. "You're not a part of the group unless you've spilled some blood! Ha ha ha ha OH-", he laughed, before being cut off by the tightening of the vines, burrowing their thorns deeper into his flesh. The woman was baffled, her look changing from anger to confusion. "Shut up, Rat!" One of the officers yelled. He unsheathed a sword and continued "The next one of you to talk, gets the blade! Take them away!".
And while the officers carried on their arrest, the woman kept looking at them, and Albert looked at her, knowing that he would possibly never see such beautiful eyes again.
Those eyes. The eyes he hated. The eyes he feared. The judging eyes of bystanders, fortunate enough to be able to purchase their own food. With their silk garbs and golden jewelry. Did they even stop for one moment to think of the peasants who made them? Who were being used as mere tools for their benefit. No, they did not. To them the poor and unfortunate were nothing but rats and he was one of them, Albert Stinkborn the Rat.
Blood dripped from his wrists down unto the street. The vines that bound his hands and neck had burrowed their thorns deep into his flesh. With all the might he had, he moved his head to the right to see a noble woman walking their way. Her eyes were pure and caring. Her words surprising, but soothing. "Are they monsters or humans?" she yelled at one of the officers that had them bound. The question was so absurd that everyone around her shook their heads a moment. Did this lady not realize who she was talking about? A band of hopeless thieves, which was brought together with nothing but bad intentions. The officer mumbled a little, and she angrily repeated her question. There was nothing for him to do but to give in. "Humans, my Lady", he said. Human. It was something Albert hadn't been called in a long time and he was sure his companions weren't either. The noble woman turned her attention towards them and shouted.
"Have you ever murdered someone? Or stolen something else but food?", she yelled. What a strange question. Of course they had. At least Albert had. Last moon, he stole a golden axe from a mansion down in Rivergrave, so he could sell it. How else would he afford any of his equipment? But for some reason he was compelled to lie. For some reason, he did not want to be the one to taint her innocence with knowledge of the ugly truth. He wanted to open his mouth and tell her how unfair this was. How the rich should share with the poor, how nobility and peasants should be treated equal.
But then he remembered why they were there and where they were heading. And even though her eyes had something special, a burning fire of hope, he had to let her know the truth.
"Of course we have", Albert let out, gaining the woman's attention. "You're not a part of the group unless you've spilled some blood! Ha ha ha ha OH-", he laughed, before being cut off by the tightening of the vines, burrowing their thorns deeper into his flesh. The woman was baffled, her look changing from anger to confusion. "Shut up, Rat!" One of the officers yelled. He unsheathed a sword and continued "The next one of you to talk, gets the blade! Take them away!".
And while the officers carried on their arrest, the woman kept looking at them, and Albert looked at her, knowing that he would possibly never see such beautiful eyes again.