*starts turning automated laundry wringer into pasta maker instead*
Igor the Begetter? Ignor the Generator? Igor the Initiator? Igor the Originator?
Yeah, I just shamelessly pulled up a thesaurus...
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A thread on Airships, Specifically their defences, but a thread worth knowing about if you didn't already.
Airship combat is going to be hilariously fun with my ability to customize on the fly later.
Guys, I got this. Just hand me that sack of Alchemist's fires.
*Cue horrible ripping sound as he temporarily grows wings*
Just a suggestion, GM; with a lot of applicants, and good applicants at that, many games run multiple teams, large teams, to get in everyone. While I understand that temptation, the better games I've joined have been ones with a smaller number of players. Having a smaller number means combat and indeed everything else runs faster and players are better encouraged to RP and form ties between their characters; too many and I sometimes feel like just a face in the crowd.
Just a suggestion.
[Eyes the goings on with quiet interest]
Here is drayen's finished character. I look forward to seeing how this shakes out.
Jeez, too many submissions with characters that are giant. you're making those of us with normal heights look bad, you know?
Then again, as I'm also an instigator here, show of hands: Who did not create a character that was changed/effected/involved with the Fog in any way? Anyone?
At this point, the Orphanage should change its name to the 'Freakshow', considering there's an entire lack of 'normal' orphans.
Well, Victor's pretty normal. As normal as a fifteen year old kid with a pet robot can be. He just wants to use the fog as a power source; he hasn't been warped by it or anything. Yet.
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Just a suggestion, GM; with a lot of applicants, and good applicants at that, many games run multiple teams, large teams, to get in everyone. While I understand that temptation, the better games I've joined have been ones with a smaller number of players. Having a smaller number means combat and indeed everything else runs faster and players are better encouraged to RP and form ties between their characters; too many and I sometimes feel like just a face in the crowd.
Just a suggestion.
There is truth to this. I support 6 people max for an adventuring group. In my experience (which is admittedly limited) relationships tend to form either 1-to-1 or, more rarely, in groups of 3-5. Anything over 6 and you start to really feel the 'face in the crowd' effect.
However, I really like the idea of several 'classes' that operate within the same school. Students from different threads could cross over into another running, but this poses it's own problems.
Firstly, GM fatigue. Running two or even three of the same game could burn the GM out really quickly. And there's no real guarantee that there will be any crossover events at all depending on what we, the players, do. Some of us could go world-trekking while the other group puts down roots in Shadowvale. Then some of us fabricate an Airship and run a homebrew version of Skull and Shackles. :P And that's not to mention any time displacement that occurs.
Just my 2cp.
Arial - Sorry, would you mind mentioning the alias you rolled your stats under please?
I leave town for two days and the thread exploded!
Rolled as Qorin, my apologies for not mentioning that immediately.
I don't think there's anything else missing, but if there is, let me know and I'll get on it.
Arial sits in the corner, brewing mysterious substances and hackling*.
* Hackling is when you start to hack in the middle of cackling.
I'm still just trying to find a background story.
Added a bunch of backstory and fluff detail in the profile.
For those of you who have requested feeback, I will hopefully be doing it later today/tomorrow depending on your time zones. I am afraid I was somewhat zonked due to a busier than usual evening at work.
Feedback on Sienna would also be appreciated if you want to give it.
Indeed, although it will likely make the selection process that much harder for you in the long run.
Changed Farash' avatar to be closer to 16 years old.
Removed his last name as he doesn't actually have one.
;)
I like feedback. Feedback is good. The tinker class was a bit hard for me to wrap my head around, so I'm sure I botched it somewhere...
Hello all, I'm looking to submit a Catfolk Rogue. Should have it done sometime in the next 12 hours.
Ignus, I would also like to try and link our characters.
Welcome to the running, oh man of awesome avatar. :)
Thanks, hope I can make it.
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Arial sits in the corner, brewing mysterious substances and hackling*.
* Hackling is when you start to hack in the middle of cackling.
Exactly half of Igor's enormous (compared to the rest of him) head appears around the corner. His beady eyes examine your contraption carefully, as if afraid it might explode.
Igor is a Blue, a psionic race of Goblin, and his appearance is that of a goblin with odd skin coloring, because that's exactly what he is
Alright, what did you have in mind?Hello all, I'm looking to submit a Catfolk Rogue. Should have it done sometime in the next 12 hours.
Ignus, I would also like to try and link our characters.
I'll pm you so we can work out the details.
Arial gives the misshapen blue creature a friendly wave, and then winces, taking a sip of whatever strange concoction he was brewing and shaking his head.
"Were you caught in the fog as well, little one?" he says, his voice a hoarse whisper. (er).
"You were caught in the fog?" The fair-haired lad's head whips up from his desk, staring at the elf. His mouth hangs slightly open; a screw caught in his lips falls to the desk. The jumble of wood and metal in front of him is momentarily forgotten. "What happened? Did it change you? Is that what happened to your voice? Uh, I mean, not that there's anything wrong with your voice," he adds hurriedly.
[skritch-skree skritch-skree]
In his room, Farash peers at an almost invisible notch in his Halberd before continuing to hone/sharpen, buff and polish.
Arial turns slowly to <El Ronza's character - sorry, couldn't find it> and gives a thin, but not unfriendly, smile.
"That's what happened to my voice," he says. "The wizards thought the fog could be held back and eventually reversed with magic, if they could just find the right spells. I stayed with them to help. I was going to be the next great hero. When the fog came, they turned on each other. I was the only one who made it out."
He leans back against the wall, catching his breath after his long speech. After a few minutes, he breathes normally.
"I don't know why it burned my throat and lungs when it seemed to rot the others' minds," he says. He sniffs the bottle of steaming green liquid that he has just finished distilling. He takes a sip, and after a pause, drinks the whole thing down. When he speaks again, his voice sounds stronger, with just a hint of a rasp. "I know that with this, I can breathe. And run."
He grins, holding up the screw the other lad dropped, and jumps to his feet, a boy ready to play once more.
(My character's name is Victor Caligori. He's a blond kid, about 15, human, average-looking. Bit on the skinny side, usually covered in grease and oil. I don't like making aliases until a character is accepted).)
"Wow," Victor murmurs appreciatively. "I mean, uh, wow," he says, sounding a little more serious this time. "That's... awful. Maybe the fog isn't meant to be turned back, though, y'know? Maybe it's supposed to stay here." He takes the screw back from Arial, putting it into place in the jumble of cogs and gears on his desk. He taps it a few times with his knuckles, and the thing comes to life, assuming a serpentine form with hundreds of tiny legs. "Of course, the fog powers my little friend, here. Hopefully it won't mess with your throat too much. You can touch him; he won't bite." He mutters a few words to the robot, making a few gestures, and it scuttles along the floor toward the elf.
Over his shoulder, Victor calls to the small goblinoid creature. "I don't think you have anything to be afraid of here. Why don't you come out here?"
(Heh. Hit 'submit' instead of 'preview'...)
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(My character's name is Victor Caligori. He's a blond kid, about 15, human, average-lloking. Bit on the skinny side, usually covered in grease and oil. I don't like making aliases until a character is accepted).)
Same, though I keep the post count under ten for any I do make (like Igor), just in case.
Yeah, I've managed to save a couple that way. I'm still paranoid, though. ^^'
((I just recycle 'em.))
"Maybe," the young elf says, torn between suspicion and fascination at Victor's machine. When it comes at him, he skis back quickly enough. "Though if it's meant to be here, maybe we aren't."
The machine tilts its head at the elf but doesn't move any closer. It curls itself into a rough dome shape, then unfolds itself again. It seems to stare for a while before skittering back to Victor, who lets it crawl up his leg, completely unfazed. "Maybe," he shrugs. "D'you ever wonder what caused it in the first place? Like, has it always been here? Did we make it?"
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Igor aches to join the elf boy and the human tinkerer for some fun. He immidiately recognizes the boys mechanical companion from spending much of his childhood in Mistress Longbridge's classes. It's been so long since he had a shot at friends.
But what if they were bullies? What if they were just waiting for the right time, the right moment of weakness?
Igor steps from behind the wall. It's all he can bring himself to do.
His head is over large for his body and oddly Lemon-shaped. He had beady little eyes and deep blue skin with perfectly black hair. He is a goblin. A blue goblin. Your mind searches for something unique to hold onto for future recognition, but finds nothing. This 4' 2", 45 lb goblin is perfectly ordinary. Completely forgettable.
Arial looks a bit puzzled. "The dwarves did it," he says, as if everyone knew that, except the people who assured him of that had all gone mad and murdered each other. "Didn't they?"
He glances at Igor and gives the blue goblin a smile.
"I'm Arial," he says. "I've only just arrived here. Is it safe?"