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2 years ago ::
Sep 01, 2011 - 2:16AM
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Link to the sign-up thread.In the city of Genericston, capital of the Divine Principality of Generica, there is unrest. Everything from gangs, overzealous guards, and feral dogs/cats/ceratopsians/fluffy gerbils roam the streets, while rumor has it that the heirless Grand Prince Leopold the Incontinent has been struck with the dreaded Incandescent Wasting Disease. As a result, several factions have sprung up in the city to take advantage of the imminent power vacuum. The city guard and national army are one, under the command of General Ulric Drakeslayer, and several nobles head other factions. It is also rumored that the Cabal of the Seven is directing some of the events from their spire at the outskirts of the city. Of course, neighboring nations are attempting to take advantage of the situation, and rumors abound of a large hobgoblin army marching from the east and conquering all in their path. Basically, it's that time of (Arbitrary Time Measurement Unit): the return of the net-famous OTT RP game! (Insert half-hearted fanfare.) I am your host/GM, Ragnar Lodbrok! (Insert boos and thrown fruit.) Unlike normal, this is not associated with a forum game. Rather, this will be pure RP. The setting is intentionally left vague, so the participants may flesh it out.
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2 years ago ::
Sep 03, 2011 - 12:34AM
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Lord Felix Montague Terence del Sanburgh waslked down the street looking aorund at the stores and others who were in the marketplace. He owndered which of the several factions would hire his one of a kind services and how much they might be welling to pay.
[QUOTE=ThorvaldHafgrimsson]Life is full of choices. Sometimes you make the good ones, and sometimes you have to kill all the witnesses.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE=NastasiaLorn;] But then you have to pay the liability insurance.[/QUOTE] A note about character and world creation Spoiler:
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Character and world creation are a form of expression. The point is that some people don't have much to say...
Why doesnt anyone ever sig my qoutes!?
On the subject of who post in the Off-Topic Tavern:
most of them are bored, immature adults.
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2 years ago ::
Sep 03, 2011 - 1:49AM
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Date Joined:
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Phillip Orwell attempts to gain information/blackmail material about the leaders of said factions, the factions themselves, any possible informants/sabateours through bribery, contacts, lying, and otherwise being an intrepid reporter. *insert purple prose and/or dramatic/deep/thoughtful possibly internal monologue*
I am ORCutus of Borg, 3 of 6. Resistance... is futile. Your life as it has been... is over. From this time forward... you will service... us.
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Flamboyant Flamer of the House of Trolls
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2 years ago ::
Sep 03, 2011 - 3:08AM
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Rrowow padded silently through the early morning fog that shrouded the harbor district, known to the locals as Fishton. He pondered the information his contact had given him. Lord High Admiral Tiberius had sailed this morning on an ostensible pirate-hunting mission. Rrowow wondered what the fat human admiral was really up to. He certainly wouldn't bestir his bulk to hunt pirates.
"Where do your loyalties really lie, Tiberius?" Rrowow muttered to himself. "Who's pocket are you resting in?" The admiral's ship had turned south out of the harbor, but that wasn't much to go on.
Shaking off his musings, he quickened his pace. He had to meet with the rats yet this morning, and it would be best to finish that business before the fog lifted.
Boraxe wrote: "Knowledge of the rules and creativity are great attributes for a DM, but knowing when to cut loose and when to hold back, when to follow the rules and when to discard them, in order to enhance the enjoyment of the game is the most important DM skill of all."
Keeper of the Sacred Kitty Bowl of the House of Trolls.
Resident Kitteh-napper.
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2 years ago ::
Sep 03, 2011 - 3:42AM
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Date Joined:
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Meanwhile... Bob,Bob Silversword stands on the stage in the spacious common room of the Cliché Bar & Grill juggling invisible objects, no one seems very impressed. He reaches into his cloak, pulling out a ornately carved wand and waves it around in the air a few times and shouts, "Alooshtabban!", nothing happens. "wait for it...", he says. Nothing happens. Bob, Bob snaps his fingers, "Ahha! I've got it! This one gets em every time! He pulls of his wide brimmed, greatly feathered, hat and sticks his hand inside and begins feeling around. "Ow!", he suddenly says while jerking his finger to his mouth and dropping the hat. From the hat, 3 white, cute and fuzzy bunnies hop out and head toward the exit. With his other hand Bob,Bob points to the bunnies and makes a motion as if to say, "Ta-Da!" He then picks his hat back up and places it on his head, he looks up for a minite with an odd expression on his face, he takes off the hat, looks inside. As he does this a fuzzy bunny can be seen sitting on top of his head. Looking satisfied at the hat, Bob,Bob Silversword puts the hat back on his head. About this time, the bartender throws a bottle at Bob,Bob, and yells, "Hey! I told you to get down from there!"
I survived Section 4 and all I got was this lousy sig
Off-topic and going downhill from there
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2 years ago ::
Sep 03, 2011 - 6:31AM
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Lord Felix Montague Terence del Sanburgh walked into the common room of the Cliché Bar & Grill jsut in time to hear the barkeep shout at someone to get down form somehwere. HE shook his head as he sat down at the barcounter and ordered a glass of wine. He then started to think of how he can turn this whole mess ot his advantagous,maybe take out every who he could and then claim the top spot for himself?
[QUOTE=ThorvaldHafgrimsson]Life is full of choices. Sometimes you make the good ones, and sometimes you have to kill all the witnesses.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE=NastasiaLorn;] But then you have to pay the liability insurance.[/QUOTE] A note about character and world creation Spoiler:
Show
Character and world creation are a form of expression. The point is that some people don't have much to say...
Why doesnt anyone ever sig my qoutes!?
On the subject of who post in the Off-Topic Tavern:
most of them are bored, immature adults.
Offical troller of the House of Trolls
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2 years ago ::
Sep 03, 2011 - 9:28AM
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The Ghost of Steve Irwin wanders the streets alone, talking to himself.
"Today we're in the outback of Genericston, and although this environment may seem lifeless, it holds a whole plethora of interesting and dangerous wildlife. Keep your eyes sharp for their are feral cats, dogs and dangerous fluffy gerbils. I have also heard rumour of something called a ceratopsian. To be honest with ya mates, I don't even know what that is, but I will not hesitate to grab one should the opportunity present itself."
As he approaches the Cliche Bar and Grill, two fluffy bunnies emerge from the entrance.
"Oh Crikey! Today is our lucky day, I did not expect to encounter any of these. Now we have to be so very quite and still. These animals are skittish and potentially lethal if provoked."
Steve Irwin's Ghost crouches and prepares to leap.
Chelsea FC - winner of 2012 FA Cup and Champions League
Champions of Europe!
Three Lions
Resident Footie
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2 years ago ::
Sep 03, 2011 - 9:41AM
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In the Cliché Bar & Grill, several guards and a few nobles' henchmen are eating, drinking, and mocking the man on stage.
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The rabbits both leaped at the ghost's throat, but missed because he was incorporeal.
(Ceratopsia is the name of the group of dinosaurs that included Triceratops.)
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2 years ago ::
Sep 03, 2011 - 10:25AM
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The rabbits both leaped at the ghost's throat, but missed because he was incorporeal.
"Whoa, that was close one! They would have done me in for sure."
I look of realisation crosses the ghost's face, and he slumps to the ground. "What am I good for if I can't grab things," he thinks to himself. He manifests a case of Fosters and begins to sniffel as his hand passes through one of the cans.
"Don't...don't worry mates, ol' Steve Irwin never gives up. Mind over matter ay?"
He begins to concentrate ever so hard on picking up a solitary ant crawling on the ground.
Chelsea FC - winner of 2012 FA Cup and Champions League
Champions of Europe!
Three Lions
Resident Footie
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2 years ago ::
Sep 03, 2011 - 1:40PM
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Date Joined:
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Phillip Orwell enters the Cliche Bar and Grill and proceeds to take a seat just close enough to overhear the guard's conversation without being obvious after ordering fried archaeopteryx wings and something to drink. If the henchmen are at a different table, he sends a gremlin to transcribe their conversation. He mutters "Ugh, why aren't there any guards at the Adjective Noun? They have better food, and the barkeep knows basically everything. But, nooo, I', stuck here, where the stupid guards are... "
I am ORCutus of Borg, 3 of 6. Resistance... is futile. Your life as it has been... is over. From this time forward... you will service... us.
Resident flaming Frickin' Awesome Guy
Flamboyant Flamer of the House of Trolls
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