Kurotsune

Ah-ah-ah. The party following Ailios is full. Nobody's said you're fighting the vampires yet, That said, said party is already hitting past seven members (Ailios, Silef, Dorian, Vix, Ayak, Roland and Ritcher) so I'd suggest two of you to relocate.

Iain stares quietly at Karn as he speaks. Once his question is proposed, the swordsman shrugs. "in a sense." He points a finger at the man and twirls it slightly, causing a stiff breeze to flow through the people gathered in front of him. "Though my magic is used to enhance my melee abilities. It has little to no actual practical combat uses on it's own." As Kryst approaches and introduces himself, Iain frowns. "Did my men recruit a buffoon to our cause? Am I truly that desperate?" He sighs. "These times are grim indeed."

Giggles I will neither confirm nor deny either of those.

Well, we do enjoy the trickery. I propose this question, then. What is more important? The party as a whole, or the combination of individuals that compose it? In the end, it's what we must consider, after all. The needs of the many versus the needs of the few, and all that.

Well, both theories have their merits. There's only so far logic can take you, but there's only so far the lack thereof will, too.

Giggles. Oh the joys of jolly co-operation! It almost tempts me give you guys a hint. But it's too early for that, isn't it?

Iain cocks his head ever so slightly to the side, peering at the archer. "I beleve there's been a misunderstanding, milady. The eclipse covers both Éire, Sigeto and the sea in-between. That is how the werewolves can roam freely even during the daytime. I would still gladly have you by my side in battle, if you'd wish to join me, but wherever we go, I highly doubt we will have an easier time."

Iain offered a small nod to Karn. "I appreciate your enthusiasm. Find the other three who will be joining us, then, and we can continue onto the more pressing matter of who will fight whom." Asgall, who was previously in a heated discussion with the lord offered Karn instead a derisive snort. "Feh! Yer kin' wouldn' survive a day with me crew 'nyway, mate. Might as well serve lord goody-pants." Ailios ignored most of the conversation around her, resting boredly upon her staff. When she is approached by Ayak, she instinctively straightens herself up in her seat, nodding to the monk. "I see. That is... Good. I'm sure that, as most of us are all students of magicks of some sort, we will get along swimmingly. And with the powers we command, there should be no threat we cannot deal with!" She'd offer Ayak a thumbs-up, but the monk would instead maneuver himself to stand behind her, causing her to stand in awkward silence for a second. "Erm! The briefing will actually take a while still, so... I think I'd be better if you sat, sir? You and whoever else who wants to join me can just get to know each other while we wait, okay?" She'd try to offer the man a warm smile over her shoulder, hopefully dismissing him back to his seat.

Just going to leave this here. Which brings us to the first matter we will discuss today. We need to separate ourselves into these teams." "Jus' know dat aye ain' fight-" Asgall attempts to cut-in, but is instead cut off. "Later, Asgall. First we decide who will join each team. Then we will decide which team will take on which mission. Carry on, citizens.

(( Mood music: )) Wintershed enters the room with a quiet step, peering around him as he does so. He spots Iain and offers him a quick nod, after searching for an empty place to sit. Ayla steps inside with the controlled grace of her heritage, her ears revealing a hint of nervousness by perking up ever-so-slightly to pick up the sounds of the room around her, much like a wild animal preparing to dart away. She moves gingerly, with calm and almost soundless steps towards a nearby chair, and seats herself. Iain nods. "And now that we're all properly seated, let us begin." He clears his throat and points to the map in front of him. "Listen, friends. Our objective is a simple one in essence - It is to kill a man. Despite what the legends forged in the last year say, he is merely a man, and sword and arrow and spell hurt him as much as they do us. Remember this. Our enemy will try to flaunt their strength, their numbers. Let us not falter by this; For in the end, we know they all die much the same." He nodded at no one in particular, and continued. " However to reach our objective and the demise of the Lunamancer, there are other objectives we must achieve. The Lunamancer has three guardians: Mihai, in the lands of Sigeto. Aillios, in our very own Éire. And Leviathan in the seas that keep up apart. In Sigeto tales tell of the werewolf Mihai, who has gathered his kin and organized an army of beastmen. We don't know the state of Sigeto, but given the nature of werewolves, and the perpetual full moon, it's very likely most of our allies are dead and their cities razed. There is however, one city that would not be so easily destroyed. The capital city of the kingdom of Vechul, Devel, is an unpenetrable fortress. i'm sure we can find allies - and with luck even an army - there. Here in Éire the Vampires stick to the shadows, as they always have, but the eclipse has made them more active. Too often do we hear tales of an isolated village being wiped out overnight with no trace of survivors left, just empty houses and empty lives left behind. " He frowns, then continues. "Too often. " "In the Morzengeri Sea lies the beast Leviathan, and with it our greatest issue. Leviathan crushes any ship that tries to cross it's domain. With the Leviathan around, it's impossible for us to get to Sigeto. To circumvent this issue, we've created a plan. We will separate ourselves into three teams. Each team will go after one of the three enemy generals. One team will say behind in Éire, to hunt down and kill Aillios, where the other two teams will make use of Asgall's twin ships. While one team distracts the Leviathan by attacking the Lunamancer's tower directly, the other team will piloteer the remaining ship through the outskirts of the Morzengeri. It's... Risky, especially for the team going head-to-head against the Leviathan, but it is necessary. Which brings us to the first matter we will discuss today. We need to separate ourselves into these teams." "Jus' know dat aye ain' fight-" Asgall attempts to cut-in, but is instead cut off. "Later, Asgall. First we decide who will join each team. Then we will decide which team will take on which mission. Well... I assume you all have already heard of us three in some way or another, so perhaps you have a decent measure of our abilities. We do not have much on all of you despite what little our inteligence gatherers could find. So we will trust you all to decide in whose team you'd better fit... Though, of course, given our we number at fifteen, I'd say it's only fair each team is composed of five members. Well... Discuss among yourselves. You're free to ask us anything you think will help you make your decisions... You're free to let us choose who we'd rather have in our teams if you want, as well, of course." (( We are now in a party-break. During the initial phase (Discussion phase) the turn order does not have to be followed as players can discuss among themselves (and the NPCs, although only I can control them) freely. Do not see this as an excuse to make several small posts, though! Think quality, not quantity! The discussion ends January 4th, 2015. At which point the players must present me the following list, completely filled: Asgall Ailos Iain <Slot 1> <Slot 1> <Slot 1> <Slot 2> <Slot 2> <Slot 2> <Slot 3> <Slot 3> <Slot 3> <Slot 4> <Slot 4> <Slot 4> This list can be either posted in the OOC thread or sent to me via a PM. Afterwards, we proceed with the turn orders until the next decision (Which is right after this one, anyway) So feel free to discuss! Whether ICly or OOCly, decide which character you'd rather join, and who will be joining whose party. If the final decision is reached before the 4th, we'll continue from when it's submitted. Also, if this post is badly written you'll have to forgive me. The lack of sleep isn't helping, but I wanted to get this done today. ))

So do I decree, to runaways thee, if thy buttocks seated, have not been commited, by years end, to my will they bend. (In other words, if they don't post by today I'll continue tomorrow.) (Also the metrics are all wrong l2poetry scrub) EDIT: I've added rules regarding character death and afk players in the main post. Read up.

Uh.... Rosesong?

A sword isn't the only response. Neither is the pen. There are ways. Some clear, others hidden. Morality will play a large role in many decisions. But then, so will the player's ability to convince, delude and/or manipulate the others to achieve his desired end.

Either. At the start we'll have three parties with three party leaders - Iain, Asgall and Aillios. However, neither one of them is exception to my rule that anyone can die, and so, if they do, the party will need to decide a new party leader. Which can be any NPCs they recruited (those will automatically default from voting as I want to have no control over the decisions, only their consequences) or any PCs. Also, there's an unspoken rule that the PCs are allowed to ask for an NPC's wisdom regarding any choice they might have to make, or even request that the NPC makes the call for them. This in turn depends on which npc was asked, as their personalities directly influence their counsel or choice; I'll say this though, the NPCs (if they're properly suited to make that call) might pick a good choice, but they'll never make the best decision. Only the players have the opportunity of setting up the "perfect ending", so to speak.

Update: Since new posts have been taking a while, I've decided to add to the already never-ending main post information about the game systems, to wet your appetite. I strongly suggest they're read, since now I'm no longer explaining them in-game as I was going to before.

Elder scrolls. Join in the first age. Become one of the first vampires. Hide from humanity and learn magic. Harness eternal power. Profit.

Egads, finally! As a heads up, your download links in PokeCommunity - Which is where I've been trying to get the game since I've first heard of it - are both broken. I was almost convinced the game was a gigantic practical joke someone was playing on me. Specifically, both links (mega & mediafire) link to the mediafire download link, which isn't working. Now I can finally see what the fuzz is all about! I've been hearing a lot of good things 'bout Rejuvenation.

The nostalgia is real

Trust me, I've been refreshing the roleplaying forums like crazy.

The fact that we started this during the week were most people in the world are reasonably busy in one way or another doesn't help either.

> My vacation started today

We are currently waiting to be regalled by the beautiful tales of buttocks beseating themselves from the following people: Ayla - Breezy Wintershed - RIelly987 As soon as they post, this turn ends, and the next one begins.

It's Rebecca Black. Basically rubbing the reference in your face.

(( Mood music: )) (( To diferentiate general actions or "the movements of the world" I wlll be using different colors to denote the movements of each of my characters, and no colors to denote the general actions of NPCs and those around us. EDIT2: I guess the font was too small. Understandable. Let's try again. EDIT: Since nobody did this let's try a bigger font IMPORTANT NOTE: I request you disable emoticons and signatures in the IC threads to make reading easier and posts smaller even if only a little bit. You can do so in the right of the full editor. <<< No one is following this so I made the font smaller and gave up. When someone dies over this y'all don't say I didn't warn you )) "Eh? Yer name is on me list.... Bah! A scrawny bastard like ye? Jus' go rite in, den!" The large man snarls at you and moves away, allowing you access to a small room, much differently prepared than the rest of the bar. The rotten floorboards are covered by an intricate and somewhat beautiful carpet, even if a bit dusty and rotten; The walls were adorned with swords and spears, all old, rusty and tarnished, likely in a desperate attempt to impress the royalty housed within. The sight reminds you of an old whore, caking layer after layer of make up in a desperate attempt to gather more clients. Your gaze is then focused at the lone table on the center of the room, containing a map of Sigeto and Éire, but most importantly, the three people around it. They seem to be locked into an intense discussion, as you move away to position yourself for the meeting, you begin to overhear. "...Ah don' care what ye think is best for da mission lass, splitting up is suicide! We should'a be movin' with an army, not a buncha scrawny weaklings ye mighty Lord's men thought were sumwat useful!" The large man speaks the loudest, and hearing his words is simple. His heavy accent reminds you of the sea, and most specifically, their pirates. The fact you know him to be Asgall, a renowed one, is probably the biggest reason why you're reminded of that, actually. His body is covered in furs and leathers, and each of his sides lies strapped a large hammer. As he smashes his fist on the table, rattling the rotten thing to it's foundations and nearly shattering it to pieces, a more controlled voice raises to make itself known. "Patience, Asgall." The voice comes from the most stunning female form you've ever seen. Ailios is a known sorceress with an unfortunate name (which often gets her connected with Aillios, the vampire queen) and the fact the beauty of the sorceresses is fabricated by their own magic, you realize, matters little. There's no doubt any men who could have this woman in their hands wouldn't bother about who they might look like under her spell, only under her clothes.The woman leans in somewhat unladylike fashion against her staff, her dark dress tightly clutching the curves of her body as she stares with defiance up to the pirate. "After the briefing, we can discuss whether or not the people recruited are weak or merely of... Unpolished potential." "Well, all our guests have just arrived, so I think we are about to find out." The last voice carried with it the authority of royalty, and Iain makes his presence known. He's clad into the Byrne's family signature armor; Several tanned leathers cover his body with the exception of a single metal shoulderplate with the face of a lion adorning his left shoulder. The ignores his companions, turning instead directly to you. "I will begin the briefing shortly, but there are a few words I'd like to say first. Each person in this room is a hero. Each of you is already worthy of being marked in history, for true courage comes not from action, but the willingness to act; Action itself is merely a consequence. For this, I thank all you, brave men and women, for joining me in my quest. I know some of you may have reservations about our current numbers or the past lives of our companions but I ask that you relieve yourself of them. Our numbers are necessary for the stealth we will employ. The Armies failed because they presence was known from the start, and the vampires attacked before they even reached our shores, the Leviathan making short work of the rest of them. But we won't be that foolish. I ask that you forget the past of your companions and any crimes or sins they may have commited. Remember none of us are pure, and that we will need to love each other as brothers and sisters if we hope to survive our quest. If we fight among ourselves, we become the allies of our enemy, and the enemies of our cause. I ask that all of you take your seats, and we will begin. " After he says this, he seats himself down at a stool directly in front of the small table. Asgall and Ailios silently take their own seats by his side. Several other stools are lined along the walls of the room. Now there is only one question left to ask yourself: Which seat can you take?