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Forum Games and Roleplaying / The King of Evil (ISG) - Prologue
« on: December 02, 2017, 02:49:49 am »
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Lord of Darkness. Father of Monsters. King of Evil.



Your reign is at its end.

You kneel before your slayer. You lie upon the war-torn dirt with which you sought to shower the world. Your bloody campaign, your tide of death and darkness, having consumed hundreds of thousands of mortal men, women and children, has crashed against the iron-shielded dam that is the will of God.

What say you now, monster? Creature of darkness that mars His perfect world? What say you now, your servants destroyed, your weapons shattered, your unholy kingdom in ruin?

What say you now, King of Evil? What heresies shall you gibber when you kneel before your slayer?!

Speak your name.

Speak to me from what unholy womb you were born of.

Speak to me who you are, and speak to me the name of this place, the name of your grave!




And speak to me the name of your slayer, for I shall carve out the end of your terrible reign within the annals of history, with ink made from your vile blood, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit!





Amen.






















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Spoiler: ... (click to show/hide)

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Roll To Dodge / Roll to Reaper
« on: October 25, 2017, 09:35:43 pm »
Let these first few paragraphs be of use in order to disambiguate some inaccuracies and misunderstandings.

You have been given many epithets and monikers over the course of your career. Death, the Grim Reaper; this one is among the most prominent. Others include Thanatos, King Yama, and Marzanna (Of note is that skeletons do not have overt gendered features and neither should you). All of these names are an accurate one-to-two-word summation of the nature of your existence, your profession, and the dominance you hold over the fates of mortal men. But you'd really prefer if people more often called you by your real name: "Sam". Simple, short, personalized. No one's gonna make much of a fuss at a skeleton in torn bath robes named "Sam". You'd also accept "Michael". But you digress.

Another misconception of note is the concept of the psychopomp. You know very well where to go in order to reach Hell from Earth and back, but your main duty is not to eternally cart the deceased back and forth like a particularly malnourished wandering wheelbarrow man. Oh, sure, maybe you get stabbed thirty-six times in the throat. No physical object can cut up and destroy a mortal's soul in such a manner. That is your duty. That is why you have a bone-white scythe of infinite malevolence in the first place. You are the REAPER.

The third and final misconception that you will be addressing for now is that, as humans are wont to do, caught up in the broiling and turbulent nature of their own messy Life, many mortals believe that Death, eternal, inevitable, powerful and poignant all in one, would be altogether a much cleaner, better-managed affair.

You should probably apologize.

Within the past century, the human population has skyrocketed to an unprecedented level. With more people being born, there comes a deluge of people on the precipice of death. Bleeding, broken, shut down, yet with that persistent blue-white wisp known as a soul still keeping them in spiritual comatosis. You don't know why the Boss gave humans those things in the first place, especially with all the problems it causes during a surplus. They'd surely be much happier being able to comprehend their own brains, too, without all that pesky emotion getting in the way.

Again, you digress. A lack of focus is probably what is causing this problem in the first place.

In essence, your own imperfection is catching up with you. You used to be powerful, worthy of infinite respect for being that ominous figure that awaits all Life at the end of the road. But now, you are currently one billion, five-hundred and twenty three million, four-hundred thirteen-thousand, eight-hundred and ninety-one souls behind. Ninety-two, now. Ninety-four.

Physically, you're hunched over your ivory-made desk and watching the papers float on by to land on the neat stack of them currently taking up a completely incomprehensible amount of space. You'd pity yourself more, but that's really what you've been doing for the past hundred years.

You need to fix this before your bones rattle into another plane of existence.

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There's a street in Los Angeles, off to the corner of the city as if it had been pushed out from the center.

Depending on which way you run down the block, to your left could be three quiet buildings, sitting there happily as if they were always meant to be there.

A humble candy shop, specializing in chewing gum. A quaint café, seemingly always full. And finally, the strangest of the bunch, an odd store that sells useless knick knacks like balls of glass, folk talismans and other items of superstition.

Nothing ever seems to happen on this street, except for the occasional sounds of partying and mirth.

You all arrive in a part of the Café's lobby room. It's larger on the inside, of course. The room is sparsely yet elegantly furnished, with a single leather couch to the side, three different kinds of potted plant in the corners, and a rather thematic replica of The Last Supper hanging from the rightmost wall. Seems they love their Jesus in this place. You're also immediately confronted with the smooth sounds of bossa nova. There doesn't seem to be any speakers around, however. Must be magic.

Behind you, portals back to your respective locations in the underworld swirl, before fizzling out a moment later. You see what must be members of the staff, clad in suit and hood, tending to the Thaumaturgic Greater Trans-Dimensionalizers that held your gateways open a moment before.

Two more staff appear, holding the doors into the dining area proper. "At your leisure," they say with practiced unison. Despite the attempts for concealing their identites it's pretty obvious they're both male humans.

OOC Thread

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Bifröst Café

Before there were tall skyscrapers, airplanes that flew through the sky, malls and computers and all the comforts of the contemporary age, when mankind was carving homes out of mud and sticks, there were beasts called monsters, and they were feared as demons and hailed as gods.

Mankind lived under the whims of nature, afraid of forces outside of their control. But one day, a great hero rose up against their wicked ways. Known today as the Pontifex, he bound the humans together in a crusade against the beasts.

Yet, their efforts were fruitless. It seemed monsterkind was too powerful, too supernatural, too agile, too much. The Pontifex fell to his knees in defeat, and cried out to heaven, "Shall you not save your children?"

It is then that it is recorded that God sent his angels to gift man with the power of thaumaturgy, the ability to use magic. With this, the Pontifex cast all of monsterkind into the underworld, from where they still reside.

From his lineage and his teachings of the ways of thaumaturgy, the Pontifex founded the bloodline of Uriah, who became priests, healers, or evil sorcerers. But such power was kept secret, and mankind eventually forgot both of monsters and of the Pontifex, like they were both mere dreams.

But that which is not can come knocking at your doorstep.
Yo.

We're doing this again, huh?

Bifrost Cafe is another monster-person game in the vein of Twilight Academy. If you're still not sick and tired of this genre that has been beaten to death on Bay12 more times than an alcoholic's submissive spouse, welcome aboard!

In any case, you will be playing the role of monster people. But not just any random monsterperson - you will be acting as negotiators for the human world, as well as other species, representing your race and seeking to improve their conditions and lot in life, residing in the underworld. Of course, that's what you're supposed to do. Sitting at the bar drinking and partying is fine too.

Said bar, of course, is located within the titular Bifrost Cafe - on the outside, an innocent coffee shop placed in what seems like the quietest neighborhood around. To the humans outside, no one can ever remember someone going in, yet strangely it always seems full.

Despite its humble appearance, the cafe is fully equipped for its supernatural patrons. Anything a monster could ever need is served there, or, at least, that's what they always say. It is bigger on the inside than the outside; with rooms to stay overnight, refreshments and food whenever one needs, and a staff full of anti-demonic weaponry in case any unsavory business is attempted. For one's safety.

So, come on down - take a portal, have a drink, and let us talk business.

Spoiler: Character Sheet! (click to show/hide)


Discord Chat!

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / A Magician's Secret [SG/Quest]
« on: August 05, 2017, 09:57:15 am »
The time is two in the morning.

Awkward footsteps thud on dirty cobblestones, and in the quiet they sound as loud as a gunshot.

For one infant, head already curling with beautiful silver hair, they are a noise just as lethal.

In a basket the baby is dropped on the steps to Saint Thatcher's Asylum of Love.

There is a note in the basket, with the baby. What is written on it?

[] "Bakkla"
[] "Yasuo"
[] "Mendel"
[] "Gwynrii"
[] A name unlike any other... (Write-in)

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Cassiopeia (ISG): The Dream Machine
« on: May 30, 2017, 09:04:22 am »

you are the Astronomer

you don't know your real name, but there are stars in your eyes

some objects float around you, perhaps you should examine them

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Priest of Prometheus (SG)
« on: March 31, 2017, 12:25:00 pm »
((Warning: Darkling recommended in case of sudden text-based arson. Thank you!))

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You are asleep.

Swimming in a seemingly endless ocean of darkness, you attempt to open your eyes to find they were not closed in the first place.

You have no memories of how you got here. You have no memories of your self. What has happened, you might wonder.

"Mortal."

Your ears are greeted with the sounds of fire. Burning, crackling, sizzling, flaming, ignited fire, morphed into the speech of man.

"Tell me thy name."

A second later, your eyes are greeted with a supernova. White hot, after which is every bright shade of yellow, orange, red and brilliant magenta. At the edge of the explosion, you see perhaps two brilliant specks of bright blue.

A name pops into your mind. What is it? Before you can speak, however, the voice continues.

"No matter. I am the God of Fire, Prometheus, and I owe thee a gift."

"My holy flames... I will gift them to thee, and so restore thee to wholeness."


The voice pauses, but your mind, no, your whole being vibrates still in instinctual awe.

Choose one;
Fires of Creation
Fires of Purification
Fires of Destruction

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OOC Thread

You awaken.

Slowly, you sit up groggily, taking in your surroundings: dark, overcast clouds, but no thunder or rain. A veritable desert of what appears to be incredibly soft white sand, with a thin layer of water, yet you don't seem to be sinking into it at all. Despite the weather, you can see everything clearly - other forms seem to be waking up around you. This place is barren... except for one bright light, one absolutely breathtaking figure.

They sit on a throne of gold and ivory, perfectly carved, sitting in a way that's almost casual, but veritably dripping with stoic compassion. In a word, they are Harmonious, completely at peace with everything around them. Their face is androgynous, yet undeniably beautiful, golden hair almost as radiant as their throne. They look upon your confused forms, and smile.

"Greetings. I am Harmony, the Deity of Peace.

I have chosen all of you to become my Champions, bastions against the dark evils of the multiverse.

You have been selected for your valor, your courage, and, of course, your ability to fight."
They grin at that.

"You see, there is another being like me in this world. They call themself Discord, the Deity of Destruction. They seek the ruin of the multiverse itself. I have tried to stop him myself before, but our opposing natures made short work of the environment around us. Instead, we have summoned servants to fight in a battle that will decide the fate of the entire cosmos. If I win, they will be sealed away, unable to bring any more death and suffering, and all of you may get to go home. If they win..." They shake their head.

"... Well, I'll leave it to your imagination.

Now... do you have any questions?"

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Bellum Aeternus: War of the Gods (OOC)
« on: September 19, 2016, 07:01:13 pm »
Bellum Aeternus

In the void between universes, there is a grand calling.

Like an infinite amount of fingers stretching out into the multiverse itself, two presences reach out and grasp at individuals - the greatest of Champions and the most hated of Fiends.

One being is serene, with otherworldly grace. They take many forms, most often utterly beautiful, but every one of them has the same thing in common: they are stoic, patient, and peaceable. They are the definition of Harmony.

They have summoned you as their Champions to fight for the sake of the world.

The other is raw, almost angry in form. If their soul were to manifest it would surely be a knotted, gnarled thing - asymmetrical and chaotic. Their eyes burn like hot coals. Flames flicker between their teeth. They are the definition of Discord.

They have summoned Fiends to fight for the sake of destruction.

The War of the Gods is beginning - a conflict that will decide the fate of all that was, is, and ever will be.


Welcome to Bellum Aeternus: War of the Gods. You have been summoned by a powerful entity, a being called Harmony, worshiped as a god across the multiverse. You have been called to wage war against the evils of Discord, to fight in a battle in order to protect the cosmos as we know it.

Though Harmony and Discord have attempted to battle before, their divergent powers would tear the fabric of reality asunder. Instead, they have summoned Champions and Fiends to fight in their stead. You are the champions of Harmony, taken from your home universes, selected for your honor, your courage, or perhaps simply because you hit real hard and like the multiverse the way it is now.

No matter where you come from, remember: There can be no darkness without light to rise against it.

Spoiler: Rulebook (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Discord link: https://discord.gg/K2ZQmqU
IC Thread

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Sunrise Academy Chapter 1: Bastion of Light and Hope

A bright, new, and sunny day shines upon the newly-founded Sunrise Academy. Even surrounded by its tall walls, you can see how large the main building is - what did the Headmaster call it again? A "beacon of hope"? In any case, you get out of the fancy limousine provided for all of you and stand in front of the ornate school gates that bear its emblem - a black silhouette of a sunrise behind a royal-looking scepter. The door quickly unlocks and an official-looking man stands up and salutes to all of you collectively, adjusting his shades.

"Hello, my name is Judan Hanro, but my friends simply call me Han, and you are all, of course, my friends. I have been tasked with guiding all of you through your first day, so please follow me, alright?" He chuckles, covering his mouth with a gloved hand.

"Welcome to Sunrise Academy."

OOC Thread

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Sunrise Academy


Welcome to Sunrise Academy! This is going to be another one of those Monster Academy games, but this time, I'll attempt to actually have a plot. I'll only be accepting a maximum of 8 9 players since this is my first time GMing.

This game takes place in modern-day probably-Japan, where a new school, Sunrise Academy, has recently been founded by the Summer Court, a very large political power. It is a very exclusive school, only accepting the best and brightest of the world... that is, of the world of monsters! Indeed, some of the greatest young minds and bodies of the supernatural world are here to learn, to hone their skills alongside their usual education to become the very greatest the monster world has to offer, in preparation for a revealing to the human world, planned out by the Summer Court.

But, no pressure, right?

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Link to Discord server: https://discord.gg/Fjtjc

IC Thread

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