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Thread: Onyx Landing OOC

I just posted my first character a little while ago, and I definitely gave Cassie an interesting past that will come back to haunt her. Clearly, a Mormon kidnapmurder squad should show up at some point. I can go either way on the steampunk elements. Maybe keep it low-key at first, and escalate it as the magic levels escalate? We could assume that the steampunk pseudo-tech is the simplest and safest way for human to harness the extradimensional energies bleeding through into the world. But each device becomes another tiny rip in the barrier between the worlds, allowing more energy and more spirits into the world.
Thread: Onyx Landing OOC

Should have a character sheet up by tomorrow. Have some research and tinkering to do for it.
Thread: Onyx Landing OOC

TheCorsair said I just posted my first character a little while ago, and I definitely gave Cassie an interesting past that will come back to haunt her. Clearly, a Mormon kidnapmurder squad should show up at some point. I can go either way on the steampunk elements. Maybe keep it low-key at first, and escalate it as the magic levels escalate? We could assume that the steampunk pseudo-tech is the simplest and safest way for human to harness the extradimensional energies bleeding through into the world. But each device becomes another tiny rip in the barrier between the worlds, allowing more energy and more spirits into the world. Click to expand... I like this idea. Maybe the mine has unearthed some strange new material, that serves are potent fuel for these new devices. But exposure to it changes people. The miners who first encounter it are immediately affected, going stark raving mad with a day of exposure. This can be our first story arc, trying to figure out what to do about the maddened miners, and what caused their change. Then trying to figure out ways to safelt handle and harvest this new material. I know xavierrol wants his character to become more predatory after his exposure, and perhaps this effect builds over timem especially if he is spending a lot of time around it, tinkering with it in his experiments? The fact that this stuff turns out to be valuable, could lure dangerous bandit gangs to the town, which can be another plot for our characters to deal with. Any other ideas here? Any better suggestions?
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Oooh... The changes should be mental to start with - impulses and urges and passions all become magnified, both good and bad. So someone might give twenty dollars to someone down on their luck when he might have just given a dime, before and then turn around and commit rape rather than just be pissed iff that the woman turned him down. And the longer theyre exposed, the more extreme it gets. Physical transformations set in eventually, with the speed depending on levels of exposure and the type reflecting in some fashion both the self-image of the victim and the impulses being brought to the front. A miner who sees himself as strong gets stronger, with an exaggerated build. A foreman who sees himself as tough starts developing scaled or leathery skin. Things like that. Bandits are a must, obviously. Maybe hired by an Eastern industrialist with few scruples, looking to increase his wealth by getting a monopoly on the stuff? The local Apache tribes may have legends about the mountain, and are now trying to chase the miners off.
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Also, heres an article I found a while back on women and saloons... How Prohibition Encouraged Women to Drink
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I'm not a huge fan of physical transformations. I was leaning towards starting with an accident at the mine and bringing the victims to our lovely wanna be doctor assuming she jumps in with a profile soon. Maybe the injuries on the deceased are more consistent with violence than a cave in and the deceased turned out to have murdered each other? A possible voodoo connection opens some rather obvious possibilities, as well as a substance that increases the power and ability of the primitive technology. I like the local tribes getting involved, perhaps they have legends warning of the mountain's magic, sort of being Native American Templars in a way. Ultimately I like the idea of a more malevolent evil deep in the mountain and they are literally just scratching the surface and bringing it back life.
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Much as I proposed the breaching the otherworld idea, I do have a fondness for the mining a giant monster idea. Its got flavors of Ken Hites Day After Ragnarok setting. But it leads to a question would the big bad be dead? Or just asleep or imprisond? And if it isnt dead, has it even noticed the humans scraping at its hide? Also, it gives us a ready source of hideous monstrosities, in the form of analogs of skin mites and the like.
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Oh, I really like that idea. Gradual hints that whatever this new material is, it's not without consequences. The big bad might not even bad evil is a sense. It may just be trying to defend itself. As Apache Warriors in a Templar role is also intriguing.
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Ah, apologies for not getting back to this! I think the alerts system needs some work... Anyway, Ill make sure to get a full character sheet up today!
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DavianVeq said Ah, apologies for not getting back to this! I think the alerts system needs some work... Anyway, Ill make sure to get a full character sheet up today! Click to expand... Glad to hear it! Maybe we can even get started this weekend.
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There we are
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A small update to my character profile. Is anyone thinking of playing the Templar role of a Cherokee? If not I may ponder a second character along those lines.
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xavierrol said A small update to my character profile. Is anyone thinking of playing the Templar role of a Cherokee? If not I may ponder a second character along those lines. Click to expand... That could be pretty cool, I think.
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Since we have a town doctor, I probably wont post that third character. Not until I rework him significantly, anyway.
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Okay, I got the game thread up now! If we need it, I might request a sub forum for the rp, but for now I figure most of the action is taking place at the saloon.
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Nice way to set up the action, xavierrol ! I'll give DavianVeq another day or so to post.
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Thank you, no hurry on my part. You've given us a nice setting which makes it a lot easier to write. I'm still interested in a Native American, probably Navajo since they were in the area around this time. I originally thought he would be something of an unknown in the town as he doesn't have much interest and white brown or yellow folk at least not until the mountain was disturbed. But I thought it also might be interesting if he and Victoria had some back story. Not necessarily sexual though I wouldn't rule it out but perhaps some sharing of information, or maybe he helped her out on her way out West, that kind of thing? I can make it work either way but we should coordinate a bit if they are going to have some history so think about it and let me know. I still have some reading to do before I will be ready so again, no rush. X
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Im sorry everybody, Ive been trying to write something up, but I just cant work up any inspiration or enthusiasm for this. If anyone else comes along, please tell them my character is available for use.
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DavianVeq I am sorry to hear that. I hope you don't feel I wrote you into a corner and if I can change anything to help, please don't hesitate to let me know.
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Thanks, I appreciate the offer. It wasnt anything youve written, they look amazing - Im just finding it hard to get into the correct mindset to write my character at the moment.
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Alright, I'll modify my post so we can continue but will try to do it in such a way that you can jump back in if you get the urge. Though it might be a good time to ask if everyone else is still playing?
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I am still in, hoping to post today or tomorrow.
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Ok, I finished my revision to end up in the Belle with the others.
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Are we still doing this?
Thread: A Loyal Bride (Garnet x VerboseVillain)

Trumpets sounded. Pennants waved. Prince Randolph groaned. This was all so boring. The King and Queen sat on velvet-lined thrones. He was a regal, lion-bearded man with a slight paunch now that his years of battle were over. She, however, remained a slight thing with seven after years court banquets. Both were enjoying the open air and the crowds as they watched the final round of the tournament unfold. Prince Randolph, on the other hand, sat with his head on his hand, mouth twisted at the absolute inanity of it all. No one was going to die, since contests were to first blood. None of the competitors really mattered, since they were all prisoners. It was just dull, and he didnt want to have anything to do with it. Worse, no one was paying attention to him. And he was the Prince! Normally, the Princes rakish and dark good looks wouldve attracted lots of attention from ladies of the court. With a large stature and tall frame, he easily caught the eye and was well-known as the dueling champion of the realm. So why everyone cared about some nobodies in a dirt field was beyond his understanding. Still, he supposed there had been that broken leg in the second round. A dislocated jaw in the third. Maybe hed get lucky, and the field before the wooden stands would see blood. Likely not. He sighed as the next competitors came out.
Thread: A Loyal Bride (Garnet x VerboseVillain)

The dark of the holding cells was soothing after the screaming from the stalls and the burning heat of the sand of the arena. They were tiny with just a bench, far smaller than her normal cell. Amelia sat letting sweat run down her temple as she took what time she had to relax. Cloth trousers with leather boots and knee guards, a light tunic tucked under a Lester breastplate and a rapier. That was everything she had with her, or rather what had been provided for her excluding the rapier. That had been taken after she pressed it against the trembling throat of that cute little prince. With her brown locks bond in a short ponytail, she doubted the Prince had recognised her in her previous matches. It still irked her that she had been locked up at deciding not to kill the Prince. He didn't seem like the hedonistic, woman obsessed slob she had been told he was but frankly she had been more irritated at being deceived by the her employer. The way the prince had squirmed against her when she had him pinned had been fun and the look on his face when her tongue entered his mouth was near priceless! Still, she was ready to leave the prison and a life of hardship for good... Amelia couldn't wait to see his face. You're up. The below of the guard snapped her out of her quiet reprieve as she was led out to her next a final match. As she walked into the centre of the ring, she took her eyes off the giant she was meant to fight instead looking directly at Randolph to blow a kiss. Her opponent was more than two feet taller than her with arms almost five times the width of her own. In them he had a large hammer with a hook on the base. He had taken out people by breaking knees or catching their legs to pin them and was giving her an entirely too smug of a grin. A gong was struck and the giant rushed at the curvy brunette. Amelia stood her ground waiting till he was swinging his hammer back before charging at him sliding under his hammer and delivering a sharp kick to the back of his knee. Tch, he barely stumbled and turned round with a roar to try to catch her leg with his hook. Thankfully Amelia was faster hopping over the hook and slicing at his broad chest. Amelia was sprinting around the ring diving and jumping away from the hammer trying to break her. It was fun to make this giant man bellow curses as she nimbly dodged and laughed. The audience were certainly enjoying it. Her light-hearted teasing made her sudden tug on his tunic to headbutt his view all the more jarring. In the shock, he dropped his hammer while she kneed his gut and gave his jaw am uppercut. Amelia had felt something snap before her torso was grabbed and she was almost flung away. The crowd was on edge as he picked up his hammer while the brunette rushed at him rapier drawn. For a minute the arena was silent, till the referee called out. Her shoulder may have been clipped by the hammer but his jaw had been sliced by her blade. She had won! The adrenaline rush left Amelia dazed to her surroundings as she was dragged up a staircase to a platform to await to royals.
Thread: A Loyal Bride (Garnet x VerboseVillain)

The Prince was largely oblivious to the woman, barely able to make her out at a distance. The first part of the battle was a bit interesting, and he wondered if hed get to see her smashed into porridge. She fought terribly. Lunged when Randolph wouldve been en guard. Riposted too soon after a parry. It was awful. And yet that incompetent meat mountain opposite her could barely touch her. The skill level displayed was far too infuriating to watch for the Court Dueling Champion. A servant came by with some wine, and Randolph took two goblets worth, leaving his mother without any wine. His father looked on with disapproval as Randolph downed both, but fuck him. He had forced the Prince down here to watch this farcical competition. If Randolph needed the extra wine to keep himself from going mad, then how dare the King judge him for it. Sometime during the second goblet, the match concluded, and Randolph discovered to his annoyance that the woman had won. However, that annoyance changed to alarm when she got closer. His dark curls bounced as his head turned rapidly to fade her. By the gods, this was the woman that had assaulted him last year. And now she was owed a boon? Randolph cast a look of pure fury at his father. How had this harlot even been granted an opportunity in this competition? Why, she had put him off courting completely for an entire year! Yes, hed spilled wine on the dresses of princesses, duchesses, and empresses alike. But he didnt want to get married. Why should he? He was the one with the crown and the power, and was Dueling Champion no less. Besides, if he got married, then he wouldnt have every chambermaid and countess yielding to his every whim in the hopes of getting into his bedchamber. Nevermind that Randolph didnt have time for carnal relations, which got in the way of combat training. Cookies and crumpets and massive audiences for his bouts were at stake. Getting married wasnt fair! And here was this beast of a woman, striding forward to get whatever googaw her limited imagination came up with. His father nodded in acknowledgment as Amelia came to the fore. Greetings And well met, Champion! For a decade now, prisoners have been allowed to provide entertainment for myself and my people in exchange for a chance at a boon. A boon that you have earned. So please, come forward and tell us your wish. If it is within my power, I shall grant it.
Thread: A Loyal Bride (Garnet x VerboseVillain)

The cheering of the crowd and the heat of the sun was disorienting. It wasn't as if she was used to seeing natural light after her year locked up. As she stood hands clasped behind her straight back, she took a moment to process things. Even she was done, she felt more in control and opened her eyes to find her little Prince staring at her with such a wonderful expression. How was she supposed to refrain from licking her lips at that? As the king approached she smiled demurely. Thank you your Highness, I'm honoured to be in your presence. No matter how sweet her voice may have been, that hungry glint in her eyes still gave her a frightening air of power even as she bowed to the king. She strode forward feeling the tension in the silence of the crowd as she began to speak. I no longer wish to be a prisoner or a criminal. What I want is a warm bed and a husband to share it with. There was murmurs running through the crowd as she paused. So with that in mind, I ask for Prince Randolph as my prize. If that is something your Highness has the power to give me? How her voice was able to keep her own smugness and teasing out was a miracle. There was one final moment of silent before hisses and whispers filled the arena. The king stared down at his former prisoner. Well, that wasn't a request he had expected but it wasn't unheard of for champions to win the hand of a royal. That little smirk tugging at the curvaceous woman's lips was almost charming and she certainly had skill... He glanced at his son who had spent the match slurping wine and sneering. Randolph's bodyguard was starting to lose his patience with the little brat too...hm. Haha very well then champion. That is indeed in my power. Now what is the name of my future daughter in law? Laughed the king. Amelia Furon, your Highness. The next thing the brunette knew, the king was raising her hand as the crowd's cheers reached deafening. Now son, why don't you give your a fiancee a victory kiss?
Thread: A Loyal Bride (Garnet x VerboseVillain)

Gods, her voice got under his skin. It was grating and high-pitched and far too full of confidence for a peasant. She stood there like a damned knight in an audience with the King. She didnt deserve to have an audience with the business end of a privvy. All of this was ridiculous. He yawned as her and the king discussed her boon. Some inane bauble or other. The Kings question took him off guard, and it took him a few moments to rewind the last few seconds in his mind. Shed asked for...his hand in marriage? And his father had granted it! What in the thrice-damned... Father, its mean to play a trick on such a lowly peasant. Promising something that you wont follow through on. I refuse to play along with it. The woman can go do whatever it is thuggish boors do. The King smiled, but the expression didnt reach his eyes. Oh no, son, this is serious. You need to produce an heir to ensure the succession, and since none of the other options have appealed to you... Fine! The Prince pouted. Ill marry whatever empty-headed royal ninny that you want. Just not her. He pointed at Amelia. The King shook his head. Youve already nearly started war with three kingdoms over your courting practices, son. I wont risk you insulting our neighbors further by inviting their daughters back just so you can be late to meals and compare them to your favorite horses. Im sure youll find love with this woman if you really give her a chance... Randolphs face turned from sour to a rock wall of rage. No! You dont understand. I am not getting married to this tramp. He stood, goblets in both hands. Look at her, standing there like a fucking raccoon eyeing a pie on a windowsill. You are wrong, rather. This is stupid! Randolph threw a goblet at the wall, splattering wine over the Queens dress. I am not and will not do anything with this woman. She gets anywhere close to me and Im putting my rapier through her chest. The crowd gasped and the King looked serious. Murder is a serious offense, son, and Randolph bellowed, And I have a right to my self defense! If you want to lock up your only heir, father, we can see just how well you can get anything while Im in chains. You! Randolph threw his other goblet at Amelia. Go find some tavern or something to occupy that wicked mouth of yours. You overreached. You will not be getting anything today. The Prince stormed off to his private chambers, shoving a guard that tried to stop him. His eyes blazed, and his hand kept going for the rapier that would normally be at his side, but which was removed whenever he was near the King. He had to get back and get a weapon. And if he saw Amelia again, she would die by his hand.
Thread: A Loyal Bride (Garnet x VerboseVillain)

Urg, why did such a pretty face have to have an ass for a mouth? He was just as petulant as she remembered. So much so that she could hide the look of disgust from her face. Petty little prince. Just because her blood wasn't blue didn't make her worth any less when compared with her mind and skill. That would just have to be something she would have to teach him. For now though, she stayed silent, allowing the king to deal with his spawn while her grin grew across that pretty face. Tramp? Oh dear, he would pay for that little jab. It was getting harder and harder to hold her tongue and not run her blade down the seam of his clothes. Stripping his son in front of a crowd might not be the best start for her relationship...with her new father in law. It wasn't as if that little brat had any real power after all. As the first goblet crashed against the wall, Amelia's pretty face twisted into a sneer. God above he was behaving like a child! It was pitiful and she couldn't help but feel sorry for his mother who seemed far too used to his temper tantrums. Haha...oh please princeling, you wouldn't be able to lay a scratch on my person. With that temper of yours, I can see why no noble want to continuing offering up their daughters to a man child. Her laugh helped cut through some of the tension filling the crowd at his death threat to the kingdoms champion. After all, the buxom redhead had just fought her way through a slew of hardened criminals, she wouldn't be so easy to kill. How childish... She snorted deflecting the cup thrown at her with the blunt edge of her sword sending it crashing close to his feet. She hoped it would stain him. Well, I did expect a feisty trophy when I asked for him. She chuckled as he walked out. Her head was held high and get back straight, she oozed confidence not unlike a victorious knight preparing for battle. I assure you that I won't allow myself to be slain nor will I cause your heir any harm your Highnesses. Swore the bubble butted mercenary placing her hand on her heart as she added the king and queen. Inside she was far more annoyed than she allowed anyone to see. But perhaps a courtship should be conducted in more of a private setting. She chuckled glancing meaningfully at the crowd. Ah...yes you're quite right Amelia. The king replied before turning and raising her arm to the crowd once more proclaiming her as champion before she was allowed to follow after her Prince with promise of a room being prepared for her near his. If it wasn't for Randolph's loud stomping and cursing, she might not have been able to follow him so quickly. This place was huge... Once she spotted him at the end of anther grand hallways she decided to call out to him with a sharp whistle. Oh your highness do I have time to change out of these rags before our duel? Speaking of, I'd prefer to get that over with soon. Let's say first person to disarm the other wins him? Now where can I get something to eat? She called before printing patting her awfully empty stomach with a sigh. Last edited Nov 12, 2018
Thread: A Loyal Bride (Garnet x VerboseVillain)

Stone and sconce flew by the Prince as he marched his way to his rooms. Tapestries fluttered as he went by, the battles depicted upon them waging anew as his passing disturbed them. Left at the fork. Right at the dead end. Pass two cross-ways, knocking over a servant in the process. No time to stop for aid. He must arm himself immediately. Finally, he made it to his suite. Fine furniture and a four-post bed dominated the room. A trophy gleamed from the top of his wardrobe, only marred by the small scarf knit by the orphans just inside the castle walls. They were the one luxury permitted by his father, children left at temple doors and arrested for running the streets. Naturally, they made a great audience for his dueling matches. Randolph went for his weapon chest, pulling out various blade. Hmm, this one was too light. Great for pinking an opponent during first blood matches, but not near enough to run them through. This one was too heavy, used to increase his wrist strength but would slow him in battle. Ah, this was the one. Bell guard with a sturdy point made to punch through armor. The Prince went en garde and waited for the woman to make it through the door.