Roleplaying

((OOC: Let's get started here hey?)) Samateus padded along, pulling the heavily loaded ore railcart up from the deep mines. The breathing mask she wore dug into the plates on her nose, but she could at least breathe in the dusty environment. Goblins and cave Trolls were used to these conditions, Taalrulthians were not. As she trudged along, she thought of what she'd do once her work shift finished for the night. Her first thoughts were a hot shower, and long relaxing flight, though flight might not be best, even for her in her full form. Her silver wing trims and bright turquoise markings would betray her, and it wasn't unheard of for Rocs to fly at night. Even a Taalrulthian couldn't take on one of the massive eagles on their own. She pulled herself up the last of the semi-steep rail line from the mine tunnels, paused, and continued to pull the railcart out to be unloaded. Another Taalrulthian passed her going the other direction, her orange fur nearly the same colour of the earth around them. Their long brow whiskers touched as a sign of friendship and concern for each other. Their thoughts brushed each others mind, each looking forward to some time out of the mines. Each of the two continued, reluctantly, Samateus pausing outside to wait for the cart to be unloaded. She looked up at the sky, the sun nearly set, stars showing slowly as her thoughts wandered. Several elves stood just beyond the edge of the mines, watching her with interest.

Wolfe walks through the forest hoping to find a shelter. His wings are broken and he doesn't expect them to come into shape for another week. The rain pounds on him each day. His goal is to find a Taalrilthian Citadel hoping they take him in, but in his condition he won't find one for a while. Each day his heart is wrenched about his secret. He wants to express it, but to who? He's in search of a mentor. He sees something in the bush move. He grabs his MP5 from his back and fires into the bush. He looks in it. A doe was playing in it. Hours later he finds himself being rained on again. The next morning it's clear. He notices what could be a mine. Perfect, he can find civilization. He notices a Taalrilthian come out. He makes a noise in excitement and runs and runs for the Mine. It's too far away, he sits by a running river; and soon falls asleep. He reaches the mine and pulls out a Gas mask. He attaches it and asks around about the Taalrilthian. Nobody has information for him. He's desperate to find that citadel. The only luck he had is that somebody fixed up his wings. They all tell him it's too dangerous to look for a Taalrilthian Citadel. He rests above the Mine. He dangles his legs over the side holding binoculars to his eyes hoping to spot a Taalrilthian. He won't rest until he speaks with one.

((OOC: Careful now, don't go too far ahead on me. ;) ))

Samateus hauled a last load of ore back to the surface, rain pelting her as she was unharnessed from the railcart. The two elves she had seen previously were nowhere to be found, though she knew they'd be back. Something about the way they were looking at her didn't sit right. She trotted over to a larger shelter near the mines, where she slipped into a large pool fed by a hotspring, the dirt and dust and bits of stone washing from her fur and under her talons as she relaxed.

She cleaned off most of the grime, revealing her proper colouration and markings, groomed out the remainder of her long mane before moving to an edge of the pool and resting her head upon it. She sighed deeply, thoughts drifting to the city nearby, and the Citadel she had come from. A wonderous place, full of magic, life and technology her kin had been blessed with by She. 

"Miss?" Asked a goblin supervisor who wandered up to her.

"Yes?" She replied simply, opening an amber eye to regard him calmly.

"That Bird-Spliced Man over the mine entrance was asking about Taalrulthians earlier. Seemed rather frantic. I don't like him poking about... "

"I understand. I'll speak with him." Samateus replied, rising carefully. She changed to her bipedal form, an Anthropomorphic version of her full form. Her long white and red ceremonial robes flowing along around her as she moved. Her wings spread open and she arched them up in order to keep off the rain. She looked up to the once-human and smiled. "Greetings! I am Samateus, I've been told you were looking for a Taal?" 

Oaglor and Apertorc are walking through the forest in search of some food. Unfortunately, due to the rain, Oaglor couldn't see a good enough distance and he is starting to doubt that there is anything out and about to hunt. As he and Apertorc continue walking through the forest, he ends up seeing some sort of strange dragon creature and a goblin at what seems to be a mine. Oaglor listens to them as they talk about some sort of bird man. Suddenly, Oaglor witnesses the dragon turning into what seems to be a humanoid version of itself and walk off. Afraid that the goblin might spot him, the troll ran back into the forest and continued to do so until he found a tree with a hollowed out base. Oaglor pushed Apertorc into the hole and then crawled into it. The space inside the tree was actually quite cozy. The troll took off his armor and lied it next to his clothing bag and medical supplies. Oaglor kept his bow to his side though in case someone or something tried to attack him and Apertorc. Oaglor reached into his clothing bag and drew out a blanket to cover up Apertorc. Unfortunately, the blanket, along with the rest of the stuff in his bag, was all wet. Oaglor continued to watch out of the hole in case of any intruders until the sound of the rain ended up making his eyes feel heavy. He closed his eyes and ended up going to sleep.

Wolfw jumped, thinking he was alone. He pulled his eyes off the Binoculars.

Sweat trinkled off his neck. "Listen elf, im-" He cut himself off seeing the person behind him. "Yeah, im looking for a Taalrilthian, I need shelter and I figured one could take me in" He said.

"But they're probably just a myth, I haven't seen one this entire time." He said dropping his head.

He sits their staring at her ceremonial outfit, his mouth is slightly open. "My wings are damaged, a Miner helped me out with it, but it didn't work as I expected" He said again, trying to give all information.

He remained staring at the dress and then noticed details of Taalrilthian. He didn't say anything about it. He spoke with a light German accent.

He jerked back noticing he was wearing full on armor. He unstrapped his helmet and set it beside him, then unstrapping his gasmask he stuffed it in his bag. His MP5 was still strapped to his back.

He remained staring the entire time. "Are you new here? or what? You don't look like the locals" He said stuttering.  Sweat remained trickling down his back as the sun beat down on him, his hair was messed up from his helmet and gas mask. He STILL stared. He tilted his head, trying to piece this stranger together.

"Oh pardon me, I'm sorry to go off topic; Yes I AM looking for a Taalrilthian. As I've already said I need a shelter from one." He repeated himself hoping to make the ocnversation more clear.

 

((OOC; Please read posts fully here folks, try not to change the weather too much or too often eh?)) Samateus smiled, chuckling and bending down, looking to his wing. "I can certainly help you with your wing, here." her voice calm and relaxing as she looked over his injury. The rain seemed to have broken for now, the sun shining bright and warm. "Why do you need a Taalrulthians help? Are you running from someone? Or perhaps trying to learn something beyond such weaponry?" she looked to his rifle at once disgusted and saddened by it. She could tell he had been injured some time ago, the injury showing signs it was healing, though badly. Standard medicines could only do so much for a wing injury of this sort. She shook her head, thinking she should've studied more in her earlier years when it came to restoration magics. Perhaps she could help this Once-Human, though caution screamed at her. "I work the mines, though any more information I will provide when I learn a bit more of you..." she smiles, his helmet mussed hair not uncommon for those in the area. She felt sorry for those who resorted to splicing or genetic augmentation, finding it silly and a grab at something they wanted beyond humanity. Mortals were strange, humans were less common now, she knew, yet they still tended to shun or fight that which they didn't understand. If he needed her help, she would need to know why before giving any assistance.

He kneeled down and put his hands together. "You've got to help me! I can't go on without my wings!" He pleeded. "They're the only thing I've got left" He continued. "I will tell all, I am 26, my name is Wolfe, I used to serve in GSG-9 until something bad happened...I am just looking for a Taalrilthian who could possible take me in or be a friend" He said standing to meet her eye to eye. He dropped the gun to the ground noticing she was dissapointed of it. "I will do anything, I can work for you, I can pay you; Anything!" He pleeded. Small tears could be seen dripping from his eyes. He took a peek to his right and noticed some elves were watching. Ignoring them, he looked back to the one that could help him, and save him from his nightmare, save him from himself.

Samateus nodded, smiling and grasping Wolfes hands in hers carefully. "I will help you, as best I can." she looked a bit angrily at the elves watching them, finding their presence unnerving along with their stares. She released Wolfes hands and motioned to the rifle. "Best to not leave that lying around... I think theres a goblin in the camp that pays well for such weaponry, unless it has sentimental value..." Samateus stated. She didn't approve of violence, and had been in her fair share of brawls here, not as a member of the brawl but as one to attempt to keep the peace. Only once had a gun gone off near her, and it had killed a troll instantly. Never again would she want to see that form of needless death. The elves watching remained closeby, whispering just below her ability to understand them. What did these golden hairs want with her? She had seen them earlier, and now they saw her bipedal form. And Wolfe as well. Perhaps this GSG-9 was a group the elves were interested in as well?

"My gun is of sentimental value, if I were spotted by other GSG-9 and I didn't have it, they would shoot me right on the spot for belief of desertion" He said giving a sneer to the elves. "I would like to keep it but I can place it in my bag to keep it out of sight" He continued, scruffling his gun into the bag. "Here's the hurt spot" He said point his right wing to her, it had 3 misplaced bones and 1 pushing on the top skin. "I don't wanna talk about how it got this way..." He said with a frown. But within seconds joy came back to him. "Are you hungry?" He said pulling out an apple from the bag and holding it out. It was a black apple, very rare. the stem had small black sparks around it, the sunlight made parts of it turn white.

After a short nap, Oaglor and Apertorc woke up in their tree hollow shelter. Oaglor crawled out of the hole in the tree and he stretched his long arms to his sides and gave out a yawn. Oaglor decided to check out that mine again. He grabbed his bags and his bow and gave out a whistle to call out Apertorc. The boar bursted out of the tree hollow and right to Oaglor's side. Oaglor and Apertorc then walked through the forest until they were near the mine. They watched from a distance and made sure that they wouldn't be spotted. Oaglor also noticed that there were a few elves watching the dragon creature. Being quite intolerant of elves like the rest of his tribe back home, Oaglor watched them in contempt and fear. Oaglor knew that there would be only one way around these freaky humanoids: He must go up to the trees.

"No need to be dramatic, I'm merely trying to gauge your intentions." Samateus looked over the bones of Wolfes' wing, shaking her head a bit. She could only do so much herself, though she knew a few around the camps and nearby city who would be able to assist.

"This looks rather bad Wolfe, though I'm certain I can help a bit, and find others who will be able to fix it completely. The bones will need to be reset, and that will be quite painful..." She sighed, raising a brow at the apple he had pulled out.
"I've never seen an apple like that before. Where did you get it?"

She stood slowly, flicking an ear at some rustling and narrowing her eyes angrily at the continued stares from the elves. They were beginning to unnerve her, their otherworldly golden eyes boreing holes in her. She gave a snarl, flattening her ears and flaring her wings a bit.

"You ask how I found this? Well, I call it the Apple of Regeneration, one bite and the apple regenerates." He said with a smile. "A Tallrilthian died 3 months ago, he crashed into rocks, predators were going to eat him but I ran them off and he gave me this apple, it turns white in the sun and black in the night." He said feeling smart. "I can handle anything to fix my wings, I could fix them myself, er I know how, but I can't reach" He said shrugging. "All you have to do is push the bone sticking out back in, then I can flap my wings and have the bones placed, but be careful, I don't want my wings ripped off." He said with another smile. He handed her the apple and looked back at the forest, he smelled a troll with his falcon smell. He turned back like nothing was there.

Samateus raised a brow at the apple, taking it gladly, sniffed it once, and put it in a fold of her robe before gingerly taking hold of Wolfe's wing.
"I'm certain this will hurt, I've broken my wing once as well in the past. Brace yourself?" She said sheepishly, not knowing Wolfe's pain threshold or how much he felt on his wings. She paused a moment, and then quickly pulled the bones apart and reset them with a loud snap. She cringed, not expecting the sound to be so loud, or stomach-turning.

As she did this, her senses let her know of another hidden off in the woods nearby. At first the wind shifted breifly, she could smell boar, and a troll for certain. She thought idly for a moment, moving to bind Wolfe's wing with a long thick ribbon from her robe. She could sense something else, older, though she couldn't pinpoint it.

Ugh, I HATE the smell of oil... Seraph'Na thought to herself, padding along in her feral form, long silky tails flowing behind her. The smell of burning crude oil from an old power generator at the mines burned her sensitive nose and made her stomach turn. Despite this, she had been asked to investigate this area, though by who or what Seraph'Na wasn't certain.

She had called Sera before, centuries ago, and that had marked her bipedal form beyond full repair, leaving her with permanent and deep scars. She let out a squeak, having misjudged her jump over a fallen log, ending up on her back on the other side of it, tails flopping around and on her comically. She grumbled as she untangled herself, secretly thanking the powers that be that no-one saw her, coming up short as she nearly walked into a boar, freezing in place. After staring this odd boar in the face for a few moments, she noticed the black-skinned troll nearby, puffing out her fur a bit.

As Oaglor was taking off his armor to climb the tree, he turned around and noticed another strange being staring at him. He quickly put the armor into his bag, lifted Apertorc with his left arm and climbed the tree to get away. Once Oaglor got high enough in the tree, he carefully grabbed the next branch to get to another tree. The troll awkwardly climbed through the overgrowth until he was right above the elves. He looked down at the creepy humanoids and grabbed a rock from his bag in case he needed to throw it. He looked to the winged humanoid and the furry dragon, then to the elves, and then back to the two strangers. To show that he was not a threat, Oaglor waved at them with a friendly smile and then yelled to them "Hello there, my name is Oaglor. I was just passing through and curiosity got the best of me."

This is a Fantasy/Steampunk/Scifi RP with many possibilities and infrequent references to other existing universes.

Earth is not what it is now. The continents have shifted but retain much of he same size and general appearance. Many countries were joined, all agreed to a massive peace treaty.

Canada and the USA have become one unified country and much of the old maps are obsolete, as only one area remains a separate provincial area, in the heart of the country from the east side of the western mountains, stretching along them and stopping at the Mexico border (which is now a badlands and highly Volcanic, seperating the north and south continents) and stopping along the east coast. The province along the west coastline is considered no mans land, as massive earthquakes and winds have destroyed the western sides of the mountains and very few areas still remain sturdy enough for civilization. Not to mention many Dragons and wild Wyverns roost here.

England has merged with much of the United Kingdoms and western areas north of Africa causing many of the once independent countries to become provinces of England.

Africa is wild, due to radiation and Nature Herself striking back at the damage done to the planet by gasoline and oil greedy countries. The animals of Africa are now much larger, stronger and smarter, making the land bridges on the borders and smaller waterways between it and the neighboring countries/continents extremely dangerous, despite the massive fences along the coastline and gates barring the passageways.

Australia has reversed its continental drift, re-colliding with Asia and causing the reformations of new, higher mountain ranges.

Antarctica hasn't moved, though there are rumors that She and the Travellers have a home there, and is protected from the known world by technology from their original worlds.

Species

Human: Nothing special to mention.

Human(Spliced): May be spliced with any existing animal in a way that they retain little of their human appearance. They normally walk Digit-Grade(tip-toed) as their chosen animal. Normally only land-based Mammals are chosen as there is less physical concern as opposed to reptiles that would need warmer climates or sea mammals that would require a purely aquatic existence.

Elf: Tall, pointed-ears, almond shaped eyes and longer proportions in comparison to a human. Adept with magics of all forms and able to learn from the memories and thoughts of others through touch. This can be a downside as too much information can cause headaches and blackouts.

Orcs: Fairly human like, pointed ears akin to an elf, darker skin tones ranging from deep leaf greens to browns of any shades. Heavier muscled and a bit taller than most humans, not as much as an elf. Protruding fangs from lower jaw lead many to link their ancestors to Bears or Wolves.

Trolls: Long limbed and sinewy in appearance. Adept at hunting and climbing, often have Tusks like Elephants or Swine. Often keep to tribal roots and dislike technology, but those raised in city environments enjoy and encourage it. Horns are common, hinting at possible Draconic ancestors. Colorations vary widely, greens are not common, Black and muted Greys are common, red is rare, but seen often enough.

Taalrulthian: A species of Dragon not from earth, saved from their world by the Travellers at the behest of She. Their colorations vary widely and many retain the same basic appearance, making them difficult to tell apart. Males are rare, and they remain hidden away, in their floating magic citadels that are only accessible through flight. (For a basic visual please visit Here)

(PS Taalrulthians are a restricted species. If you would like to create one, you MUST receive confirmation from the GM, Samateus #2970

You were dropped into a world either very different or very similar to the one you already know.

There are many challenges here, from understanding the layers of magic or Science, to finding a place to live as many of the sentient races don't like intermingling or fear newcomers.

You might remember your name, or some little bits of your origins. Possibly even realize what happened to put you here, but you find you feel sickly and no one notices you at first.

Why are you here? Where did you come from? What will you do to find your reason for being here? How will you get home? Do you even want to leave?

Earth isn't what we've come to expect. Dragons fly the skies infrequently, but we know they exist.

Humans are still numerous, though many have undergone changes to become 'spliced' with DNA from other animals or Humanoid species.

Orcs, Elves, Trolls, and many other 'Humanoid' species(Even some VERY vaugely humanoid) are common in society.

The vehicles we know and see today either run on propane (which burns much cleaner than gasoline) or electricity.

Planes are few, and long-distance travel is either performed via flight on a Gryphon(horse-level intelligence) or Wyvern(seen more as a type of dragon than an individual species, but don't have the same level of intelligence) or via teleportation spells operated by specifically trained mages, who charge a hefty amount for their services.

True Gods are few and far between and much of the fanatasicm of their followers has been quelled by different governments and their opposing groups. One Goddess, She the Nameless, is worshipped widely, and she tends to keep a neutral eye to the events of the world. Her closest followers are the Travellers, a related group of Astral entities varying greatly in appearance, who keep order and prevent the balance of space, time and nature from being thrown askew.

It is not uncommon for one or two beings from other worlds, universes, dimensions, etc, to suddenly find themselves in this version of earth. Should this happen, they often have large gaps in their memories(or complete amnesia), issues with their magics and can end up with aether sickness, which can cause death if not addressed. (Only the Travellers can fix this, as they are astral beings, and are used to the chaotic magics between worlds, as well as the change of magic flows on different planets.)

 

(There are many references and influences here; Hetherev, Shadowrun and others that may be added later.)

You are required to be very descriptive, mind your grammar and spelling. Above all, HAVE FUN.I look for story like RP, where you write in third person, use quotations when talking aloud, and interactions are encouraged.

If you have any questions at all, please send the GM a message. I don't bite.

Basic Rules;

1) Do NOT post someone else's character reaction to your character in your post.

2) NO goddmodding! (The GM has some characters that are astral/inter dimensional travelers. Meaning they are from other universes and have abilities beyond mortals. They will be used as plot points and will interact with player characters. They are not Gods, though they are very difficult to kill, but this will not be brought up.)

3) Swearing and Sexual descriptions are not permitted on Exhibited, therefore it will not be permitted here.

4) Relationships are not frowned on, but please keep from forcing another persons character into a relationship with yours. Crushes are fine, obsessions can make your character seem a bit strange and/or creepy to others. If that is what you want, go for it, though should it get out of hand, I will ask you to tone it down. Continue, you'll be kicked from the RP.

5) Blood/Gore/Immortals (Vampires, Faeries, Elves, etc) are permitted, however there are younger folks here, so please not TOO descriptive. Any references to Twilight Vampires and Werewolves will blacklist you. Stephanie Meyer did Vampires a major injustice. Please, read Bram Stokers Dracula and Kouta Hiranos Hellsing for more appropriate representations of vampires.

6) I will expect a certain level of consistent Posts. If your grammar/spelling is off far more than not, I will ask you to step it up and take a bit more time on your posts. This will be on a three strikes policy.

7) Refer to the RP rules on the main forum for further.