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 Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 11:41 pm
1.Setting
2.Zones
3.Rules
4.FAQ
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 11:45 pm
In a nameless country, on a nameless world, is a city so vast, it too, has no name. All it possesses is the rain. On the washed-out streets, bleached of all color by the constant weeping of the sky, countless lives play out their varied stories. Is your legend one of them?
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 11:59 pm
The city is divided into several zones of interaction, namely to prevent confusion as to where a particular RP is taking place. Kindly post the name of the zone you are in when posting.
The Fountain Plaza
A large plaza, bounded by pillars and boasting an impressive ornamental fountain depicting a forgotten god in a posture of victory, its face long ago lost to the rain.
The Back Alleys
A confusing warren of back streets and serviceways, this area is poorly lit at the best of times. Those who do business here are a dangerous lot.
The White Hand
This small tavern is favored by those on the wrong side of the law. Keep your voice down and your nose safely in your own business.
The Halls of Power
Nobles and politicians follow byzantine plots for power and prestige in these marble halls. Information is the most deadly weapon of all, and alliances shift like the rain.
More will be added upon reasonable request. Send me a PM, not a post here
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 12:05 am
1. No god-modding. If I see it, you get one warning. No exceptions, no excuses.
2. Keep it clean, there are children on this site.
3. Be reasonable about character options. Think industrial revolution, not high fantasy. No fireballs or similar hijinks.
4. Have fun. That's what it's here for.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 12:14 am
Q. What's the city environment like?
A. Dark, dreary and raining. Think London during the industrial revolution.
Q. Can I be a catgirl, elf, dragon, whatever?
A. As long as you can justify it, I don't mind, but most people here are human.
Q. How much magic is there?
A. Not much. Magic is dangerous and difficult to learn, and tends to spiral out of control quite rapidly. That's why it always rains.
Q. How much technology is there?
A. The world is stuck at about renaissance levels, although gunpowder has not been discovered.
Q. What about NPCs?
A. That's largely up to you. Just treat the huddled masses how your character would.
Q. Do I need to post a profile?
A. If you want people to know what you look like, you should.
More answers when I get more questions.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 4:43 pm
This is an example of a character profile;
Name: John Doe
Age: Mid-twenties
Appearance: Hair colored hair, eye colored eyes, average height and weight with an average build. Wears a gray three piece suit.
Occupation: Non-player-character.
(place an introductory post here.)
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 10:55 pm
Name: Carlisle Faraday
Age: 34
Appearance: Pure blue eyes, platinum blond hair growing down past his shoulders. He is slender but not skinny, tall but not stick-like, and often wears a white linen shirt with dressy pants underneath his white doctor's coat.
Occupation: Doctor/apothecary
Fountain Plaza
Carlisle sighed softly, drumming his fingers against the countertop on which leaned with one elbow. There was little business today, even though there was a particularly nasty cold going around, he'd heard.
The window on the apothecary's front wall showed a gray, dreary street, as it always did, the same going for the small pane of glass set into the top of the shop's door. Little light ever came in from the outside world, and so the only way Carlisle was able to see anything after four in the afternoon was the lamps encased in thick glass flickering about the shop, warming it and keeping out the damp.
Carlisle stared out his window at the misshapen statue, barely visible through the sheets of rain, and attempted to discern its features for the thousandth time. Had it been a god of goodness or evil? Life or death? Anything someone in their time could hope to know or understand? Shaking his head, mildly irritated at himself for daydreaming so, Carlisle went to prepare a new batch of dried healing leaves. The way the dampness gets in everything it's amazing these things even last a week, he thought idly, turning away from the window to gather his ingredients.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 11:00 pm
Name: Cristof St.Lai
Age: 27
Appearance: Tousled short dark red hair and intense, almost feverish black eyes in a lean, sharp-featured face. He clings to the traditions of the past, wearing a heavy breastplate deeply engraved with the names of his ancestors and the garb of a priest of the Old Faith, the white robe of a neophyte falling all the way to the top of his sturdy boots.
Occupation: Priest
Fountain Plaza
Cristof sat under an awning, gazing out over the plaza at the ruined fountain. The ancient statue was a comforting sight, it's ruined features a reminder that nothing can withstand the march of ages, not even the gods themselves.
The apothecary across the way was hard at work, a model of dedication and true work ethic. The man did his ancestors proud, and would surely earn a place in the great Book of Names. Cristof made a note to himself to see if the doctor was one of the faithful, and if so, reward him for his efforts. Granted, if the man happened to be a heretic, steps would have to be taken. Cristof rose to his feet, resolving to introduce himself forthwith. Raising his hood, he strode into the rain.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 11:55 pm
Fountain Plaza
Carlisle glanced up from his work as he saw a flicker of red through the rain. The spot grew steadily larger and resolved itself into a person, who seemed to be approaching his shop.
Ah! Finally, custom! Carlisle crowed to himself, hastily completing the preparations on his leaves and hanging them to dry over the largest lamp in his shop. Working quickly, Carlisle put away his ingredients and stood behind his counter, awaiting the tinkle of the little bell that was attached to the top of his door. I suppose... they could be going to the shop next door... The thought occurred to him, but he kept watching the figure, curious now in any case.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 1:09 am
Fountain Plaza
The bell attached to the apothecary's door chimed gently as it opened, admitting Cristof into the warmth and light of the small shop. He paused a moment, hood obscuring his features, as he let his eyes adjust to the relative brightness after the comfortable filtered light of the plaza outside. After a long moment he slides his hood back, scanning the interior and memorizing every aspect of its contents. Nodding sharply, the priest locked gazes with the apothecary, the light of the lamps seeming to catch fire in his eyes.
"You do your ancestors great honor here. I am Cristof St.Lai, a priest of the Old Faith. Tell me what you are called by, so that I may seek your bloodline in the book of names."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 12:26 am
Fountain Plaza
Carlisle smiled in secret excitement as his new customer did indeed enter the shop. The hood had him slightly puzzled, but if he was going to get any business at all today he wouldn't complain.
The only thing that gave Carlisle pause were those eyes... the eyes of his new customer did all but peer into his soul. Carlisle was frozen for a moment as the candlelight flickered between them, finally shaking his head a little, smiling in mild embarrassment as he cleared his throat. "My name is Carlisle Faraday, good sir priest... But... what do you mean, the book of names?" The apothecary found himself a bit disappointed. "You are not here for a healing draught, perhaps? My family has been in the medical business for years... I can guarantee you that we have anything and everything you need."
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