Well I say keep both ideas written down and focus on one for now. I know I always forget other ideas if I don't write them down! Are you thinking just a normal dice system or something with d20s and such?
I'd say look up the lands of Nimbus and Lumos City from the game Miitopia for some visual inspiration!
I don't want to sound like I'm just saying things, but that sounds truly inspired! I know I would have loved a "easy" tabletop RPG when I was younger, just so I could share my creations with people, and a fairy vs. robots theme just sounds perfect!
Madam Zulu's eyes widen as the voice reaches her ears, and she makes a wild jump for the flower!!!! The purple robed body flies through the air crashing in the flowers, pollen coating her, before she scrambles up and continues to run!
Minkins' appearance update: Mr. Minkins stood, his arms crossed, his pudgy feet sinking into the mud. Without his hat one could notice the bald spot in the middle of his short, wet hair. He had to take off his glasses every now and then to attempt to wipe the water away, and when he put them back on they would slip down his large, fat nose. His main difference though was not in appearance but in attitude. He didn't stutter or pause while he spoke and as he spoke his low, yet squeaky, voice would get louder and louder in till the sentence ended. The tone in his voice was as if he was explaining something to a child, no matter what he was saying. He almost had this condescending way about everything he did. His lip no longer quivered and instead of large, frighted, eyes he now squinted most of the time. He would almost stomp while he walked and would wipe the water from his soaking Hitler stach every few minuets. Lastly, he would say how much time you had left, although he didn't appear to have a watch on him.
Info! Martha Highcastle: At 28 years old, Martha Holmes Highgastle has already "won" at life. She managed to marry into one of the richest noble families, The Highcastles. Her beloved husband, Arthur Highcastle, has a pool of knowledge that reaches far beyond his doctorate in marine biology. Despite her flashy life, it seems as though the other Highcastle's aren't very fond of her, because she's not a "true" Highcastle, yet she receives so much attention, and she hasn't been able to bear a child. Lance Iskor: Lasicor Iskor was the prince of a small elfish kingdom (city-state really) whos king despised modered tech and interacting with his son. Because of this, Lance was raised by an elderly nurse who would tell him all about the outside world. When Lance grew old enough to travel without an escort, he quickly traveled to the grand city of Rooftopolis. He was amazed by this new world that didn't compare to the stories his nurse told him. Of course, his father found out, and force Lance to tell him who filled his head with ideas with the outside world. Upon learning this, his father had the nurse banished from the kingdom. Because of this, for the first time in his life, Lance openly defied his father and shouted at him. His father, furious, banished Lance form the kingdom and cursed him to "never be able to talk back again". Hank Cain: Hank used to be a troubled dwarf. Constantly getting blackout drunk, getting into fights and waking up in jail. That was until one night an elf knocked at his door in the middle of winter. The elf seemed to be freezing to death and couldn't speak. for some reason, Hank felt the sudden urge to help the strange elf and spent the next few weeks nursing him back to health and learning how to understand elfish sigh language. Because he had a mute elf in his home, Hank didn't have time to get drunk or get into fights, and so began his transformation. Somewhere along the line the elf and he became friends and, well, the rest is history. More soonish... hopefully tomorrow.
Sorry for the hiatus! I've been a bit busy but I will be able to post tomorrow!
Will post tomorrow! See ya then!
Then, out of no where, Mr. Frogmouth steps in between DeVill and Hank before Hank could give a retort. He stands there and pulls off his hat and takes out an apple, replaces his hat and takes a bite. DeVill and Hank just look at him, but somehow, almost like magic they both seem to calm down. Of course everyone else seems to be surprised if not shocked by the event but Frogmouth acts like nothing is going on at all and continues to eat. He then finishes, places the core in his hat the beings to trek up the steps. After a few moments the rest fallow suit. You steal a look at Henry, who's face has turned pale and is fidgeting with his bracelet. He looks back at our heroes and give a weak smile and a slight nod before turning away and continuing to climb the stairs... Its safe to say that all conversation was cut short at that point...
Sorry for not posting as soon as I said I would...
If I don't post tomorrow, plz get very mad at me. I need to stop procrastinating and get back to posting 3 times a week!!!!
It all started about a week ago. Each of our heroes got two letters in the mail. The first, a hand written letter from one sir Henry E. X. Splorer, and the second, a printed invitation, with a date, time, and place. So, in a week’s time, at 3 O’clock, our heroes arrived at Thomson Docks, with luggage and notes in hand. Thomson Docks was not the prettiest set of docks around, but it served its purpose. The boat that the invitation had mentioned was waiting there, the boat itself wasn’t anything special, it was the people surrounding it that were. Perhaps the oddest looking group of people our heroes have ever laid eyes on. The first were two men, or should I say an Elf and a Dwarf. The Elf like most Elves, was tall and lithe. His counterpart, like most Dwarfs was short, stocky and bearded. The elf had sharp pronounce features and short, dark green hair. He wore a lime green clothing, a slightly darker green vest and a bright red tie. He also had a dark wooden case next to him. The dwarf’s hair and beard were combed. And his tweed suit stood in contrast to his scarred face. He had a quiver and bow slung on his back. He too had a wooden case. The funny part is, both men looked uncomfortable in the suits as the elf continued to loosen his tie more and more and the dwarf itched all over. Standing away from them, there were two more men. One was tall and skinny and wore a dark red pinstriped suit. He had elevated cheekbones and a pointed chin. Under his pointed nose was a pencil thin mustache. He had a widows peak and pitch black, slicked back, hair. In his hand he held a long black cane with a ruby at the top. The man next to him was short and fat with chubby cheeks and fingers. He had a small bowler hat placed on his balding head and a bushy mustache over his frowning lips. He carried three suitcases and what looked like a rifle case, but seemed to have a hard time holding on to them. Standing nearby was a tall and beautiful woman, with curly blonde hair and bright red lips. She was wearing a long red dress but seemed to have a set of more practical clothes over her arm, along with a red fur coat. Around her feet where cases of different sizes, all pinkish-red with golden handles, along with another rifle case. The woman next to her was a polar opposite, with a haggard, old face and a stooped over posture. She had curly grey hair poking out of a purple bandanna and a large golden erring on one ear. Her robes where different shades of purple, blue, and green and the only thing she carried was a tan knapsack. The last figure of notice was perhaps the strangest of all. He was short and had a potbelly but all his limbs were disturbingly skinny. His face was droopy and his eyes where a tad bit too small. His ears where tiny but his mouth was way too large. He had a few greasy strands of brown hair that came out from under a large straw hat. He whore no shoes over his absurdly large feet and his fingertips where bulbous. His clothes where worn out and the where a disgusting color that was somewhere between light grey and tan. He too carried a knapsack but also carried a small banjo. It was a bit odd to think that these where the people invited to Patchwork Island, but then again, Henry was always a bit crazy…
Hello! Should be able to post tomorrow afternoon but first...
2) Little warning! I'm not a very technical GM or rule savvy! So if I don't give a AoO when I should, or something else like that, just gently remind me! 3) I think this episode will quite a bit longer that VV's so... Bare with me! It may take longer for several reasons but the main reason is that there is multiple paths to your goal, one being a bit longer than the other. Thanks and see ya tomorrow!
Alright! Wrap up your conversation and prepare yourself! We should start on Wednesday!
Hi! I'm sending you some PMs right now! Please ignore them in till my turn starts! Thanks! (I should be ready to start next week, most likely Wednesday!)
Should be able to post this evening! I've had a few setbacks but I should be ready to GM by the end of the first week of April!
Sent PMs to confirm Sir Henry and others connections! Will be able to post later in the day! Thanks for baring with me!
Hi. Sorry for dropping off of the face of the earth again... My tablet broke so I had to get a new one. Hopefully, from now on, I can keep with the schedule!
Don't move on just yet! I'll post tomorrow!
Happ birthday to your kid, and also thank you Johnny, because God knows I'm way to lazy to it! And who drew the santa dwarf? Because, like, wow!
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I got a good laugh out of Jack and the Barron!
Hey... Um... Is this closed? I thought it looked a bit interesting but the deadlines over...
No, no it's fine! I completely understand were you're coming from! As I said before, it was just an idea I had, so I kinda just posted it. Thinking back on it, I still think it could be a fun character but for a one shot or NPC. Thanks for giving your honest opinion!
Alright guys, your boy Turlin got more annoying questions! @VV
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I ask these questions because I have two ideas for my episode (of course nothing is set in stone, these might get scraped depending on what happens in episode one) one of the being very RP based (I'm talking, like one or two fights) and the other is slightly more fighting based (3, 4, or 5 fights). I prefer RP, so both have a large dose of RP ( again, option on is like, all RP) but I'm afraid two RP or fighting episodes in a row would be boring, or doing a long RP interaction for a group that doesn't even want to. Amount of times I said RP ( not including this one) = 8
"Or so those deceptive sad-puppy eyes would have you believe," the Vixen snarls in a tone that suggests she is clearly a cat-person. "The pile of evidence on my Persian rug suggests otherwise." Okay so 1, great art, and 2, this just proves my theory that this is a fun group of peeps!
Crystalhue... It's joyful laughter, vivid colors, happy music coming from all around, and beautiful bright white snow... It's nothing but pointless parties, a cacophony of deafening noise, and the blinding glare from a flurry of frozen water. Dr. Mathias Mavrin with his jaw set in a frim frown and his pale orange-yellow eyes darting every which way, walks down the street dressed the same as always, a long grey coat, long grey boots, and (you guessed it!) long grey gloves, this all covering pale grey skin. The only bit of color on him was a pair of large golden goggles and a long peppermint striped scarf billowing behind him. As he weaved quickly through the crowd he muttered disapproval at a kissing couple, nearly tripped over a passed out drunk, was almost toppled over by a group of children chasing each other through his freakishly long legs, and had a trumpet blasted into his ear, the entire time getting colorful confetti thrown on him and being jostled by the enormous crowd. He was half way to the tea house were he would meet his appointed partner but he couldn't wait. He leaned on a stone grey wall, blending in like some sort of mutated chameleon. He pulled out a sliver, gold, and black box and flipped it open revealing white powder. The doctor let out a sigh of relief, and with pure bliss scoops some onto his long skinny finger, and lifted it slowly to his long pointed nose when... A passer by bumps into the doctor, knocking off the powder of his finger and some of the powder out of the box. The doctor emits a soft growl as he snaps the round snuff box shut and shoves it back into his poket and bends down to retrieve his suitcase when he sees a glistering candy cane wrapped up in a cute little bow. He picks it up, inspects it for dirt takes off the bow(which he puts in his poket) and puts the candy cane in his mouth, the end sticking out. "At least one good thing comes from this pointless holiday" Mavrin thinks to himself as he grabs his suitcase and begins makes double time to the tea house. Unknown to him, he has a slight hint of a smile, and is humming softy along with the music.
Okay I got it! Dr. Mavrin is tea buddys with Addy. Well buddys is a strong term... They sit together because they both sit on the quietest side of the room. They have barely spoken to each other except for a brief introduction, some "Hello"s and "Goodbye"s and the occasional "Pass the sugar please". Addy often sees the doctor snuffing powder out a box, putting odd liquids in his tea, writing long formulas in a small notebook, and suddenly leaving at a brisk pace. Dr. Mavrin sees "Madam Lane" as a hard-working sensible woman. He doesn't see her as sad but logical, that is, why pretend to be happy if you have little to be happy about?
I kinda like the idea of having a little RP time on patol before stopping or investigating a crime! I wanted to ask, will we have some sort of HQ or home base to work out from? If so I thought using Dr. Mavrin's house/lab could be fun or A guild office like thing set up by Brother Seamus. I would like to say I read little snippets of the last campaign, and you all seem like a very fun group of people, so I really do feel like this campaign is going to be amazing! As for the GMing order I'd be willing to do second or third! P.S. I'm willing to have Marv connected to other PC's in some other way if you guys are interested! Maybe he's tea friends with Addy, or something?
Hiya! Give me a few days and I should have Dr. Mavrin ready!(at least on paper)
For character tunes in general I use the music from the Ace Attorney games. They were made to tell you what the character is like even before they talk! |
