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  1. You all should have seen it coming when Richard Nixon was a super hero. Yo, one thing I've noticed on SF is that high school themed RP's don't really seem to go anywhere, whether because of a lack of planning or GM dedication. However, I've decided to release a pet project I've been working on for a few months with the second best GM on the site, SnakeMomMelissa. Whilst clearly inspired by the plethora of anime set in high schools, we're pretty convinced that our setting is able to stand on its own two feet without being too derivative. History Premise The current year is 2012, with the plot's focus being on Jyoudan Highschool in the Nerima ward of New Age Tokyo. The school itself wouldn't stand out at first glance, its grade averages are only slightly above average and the school has not produced any remarkable individuals. However, for the last three years, the admission process has been slightly unusual. As well as accepting regular applications, a select number of potential students are sent letters of invitation - even if they hadn't considered applying. Many attribute this to the school attempting to head-hunt, but there are rumours that they have an agenda when selecting students. In this RP, you will be playing one of these invited students... or a total normy if you really want! The RP will begin shortly before homeroom of the first day of school and for convenience purposes, all players will be placed in the same class. However, as those with a reading comprehension greater than a five year old's or a short-sighted dragon, the caveat is that everyone invited has some sort of untapped ability or super power. The structure of the RP will mostly be a freeform play by post ordeal, but there will be a stat based system for combat and mechanical decisions. However, from a gameplay point of view, I'm not going to reveal said system to avoid people trying to powergame or min-max. I will be accepting as many applications as possible to try and recreate the feel of a fully sized class, the remaining students will be NPC's. Also as a first, I am accepting any entry given, although there may be minor adjustments that are required to stop anything from being too broken. Even if I've turned you down from a previous RP, you'll have a spot here! Character Creation
  2. 11th May 812 - The Raewald/Myrcia border The announcement from Ethel had mobilised the forces of Raewald, the vast force moving to the border to begin the path through Myrcia. The hills and mountains of Raewald flattened out, the plains of Myrcia coming into view. The countryside wasn't too disimilar to that of Wyke, although there was a distinct foreign air to the atmosphere. The march across Raewald highlighted the size of the force Ethel had assembled, the number of fighters dwarfed Wyke's own army - perhaps highlighting how Deira had taken Wyke by storm. Many were faceless pawns, people who would probably die and never be thought of again. However, there were a few familiar faces from Raewald. The likes of Lilith and Steve were present among their ranks, and more disturbingly Feran - it appeared Ethel needed every man she could get. The days were full of marching and the camps weren't exactly homely... and the rough terrain made traversing the country difficult, but the desire to stop Deira was powerful through the army. Rumours of Olaf's ambition for continental conquest circled through the camps, the sentiment against Deira was commonplace - even bordering indiscriminate hatred against the Deiran people. Relations had never been great between the two nations, but many of the Raewaldean soldiers seemed to treat them as an inhuman species. Tarasque had showed herself to be a stoic woman, outside of giving orders and relaying information, she appeared to speak very little, keeping any small talk to a minimum. However, she became far more vocal once they approached a verge, looking down at a village in the distance. Smoke was wafting from the collection of houses, with golden banners surrounding the edges of it. It had only been a week, but Deira had managed to spread its forces right to the western border of Myrcia. Owen's group had gathered with Tarasque at the front of their forces, looking at the village under attack ahead. "Deira... taking even a village like this for themselves." she growled, crossing her arms as she scowled into the distance. "They've moved quicker than expected, our reports must have underestimated how far they'd spread. Time isn't on our side, but leaving this village to suffer doesn't sit well with me. Prince Owen, we'll need to make a call... this might be a good place to beat some information out of Deiran troops, as well as stop them spreading further. The defensive forces have the border behind us covered, they'll catch anyone who slips past us." Nelon stepped forward, looking at the sky above the village. "There are no signs of any flying squadrons... it appears that they have not fielded the Reliants here." he added, his eyes slipping down towards the village again. "I cannot see evidence of any camps in the area, it is quite likely that they have only recently arrived... this may be our chance to prevent any serious casualties in the village." "I agree, the last thing we want is for them to set up a new camp, especially one so close to our border." Tarasque replied, looking over at Owen. "I'm leaning towards stepping in. Your Baron Nelon appears to agree. Any thoughts from yourself, Prince Owen?" The party is free to post!
  3. 16th April 812 It had been nearly a week since their last battle, but thankfully Owen's group had not faced any more adversity in the remainder of their journey. Leaving the savage lands of Magonsaete behind them, the plains and hills of Raewald were almost a welcome sight. Without threats of bandit attacks, it was far easier to progress. However, Emily had not stirred, her body remaining cold and lifeless throughout their journey. However, there were no signs of death or decay otherwise, it was as if she had entered an incredibly deep sleep. The walls around Tytila were vast, easily fifty feet tall, made from a sturdy stone and complete with multiple guard towers. As they approached the city, Owen's group were immediately hailed by the guards, a group of men clad in a dark grey armour. "Prince Owen of Wyke! It is an honour to welcome you to Raewald! Please, allow us to assist you! Her Highness, Queen Ethel, has instructed us to guide you until she is free to meet with you." one called out, dropping down to one knee as he spoke. The other guards joined him in his gesture. "Open the gates, Prince Owen of Wyke has arrived!" The gates to the city were as large as the walls, although made from a dark iron rather than stone. Opening slowly, the gates revealed the bustling city of Tytila. Even after a first glance, it became very clear that the city was far larger than Hull. The stalls and buildings went on beyond the eye could see, and the grand tower of Tytila castle was very visible in the background. Packed with people, the crowd had a life of its own, the busy city life keeping everyone moving. One of the guards passed Owen a small piece of paper, depicting a map of the area. "Prince Owen, I hope that Tytila has all that you would wish for. If there is anything that you cannot acquire, Queen Ethel has requested that you ask at the castle, and she will see to it personally." he added, his men aiding Sebastian with unloading the group's supplies. "Queen Ethel should be available to meet with you in the afternoon at the castle. She has requested that you only take a handful of your most trusted advisers with you, she has said that she is not usually one for large gatherings. Otherwise, you and your subjects are free to explore Tytila as you wish until then. Mr Sebastian has said that he will be more than happy to deal with unpacking and moving your supplies, but we will do all we can to assist him." The entire party is free to post! Please explore Tytila as you see fit! Remember, this isn't Wyke, you need to behave! TYTILA SHEET
  4. Hull Castle Garden It was a bright day in Wyke, the weather of the unspecified season surprisingly pleasant for the time of year... probably. Owen had gathered all his allies in the castle garden, deciding that a casual gathering would be just what they needed to get to know each other. A light buffet, a string quartet in the background, it had been a frivolous waste of his country's funding - but it was preferable to letting Serge hire more faceless mercenaries. He wasn't entirely sure how some of his mortal enemies were present along with his friends... and Esclabor, but it was further proof that he was popular - and totally the main character. If I can gather everyone, I can try to find out who's after my glorious legwear... There are so many undesirable characters, none of them shall reveal the contents of my trousers... the secrets and responsibilities inside are my own to bear alone. Stepping onto a podium and giving a nod to Angus, Owen waited for his advisor to attract the crowd for him - doing actual work was for poor people. Angus clapped his hands together, silencing everyone with the sound and his underarm odour. "Y'all all stop with the chinwagging and hollerin'. The governor, the head honcho and mighty fine Prince Owen is going to have a declaration, so be lending your ears for some mighty fine words." he called out. "Fellow Wykians, revered guests, valued allies... and Esclabor." Owen announced, making sure a certain man knew his place. "Welcome to my garden gathering, I hope that everyone has found the venue to be suitable... because I'll be hard pressed to believe any of you could do any better. Relax, converse and enjoy. If there is anything you feel that you require, feel free to ask Angus for it. Go forth and mingle everyone. Now, I believe I have a conversation to have with a certain tree." Freya was stood at the back of the ground, blending into the hedge with all the foliage strapped to her armour. She'd contemplated the intricacies of the unusual gathering and how it would fit in with the established chronology - the Christmas party included. However, instead of vocalising her hypotheticals and observations, she simply did what she did best. Standing in the background. Everyone is free to post! Remember, you aren't your own characters for this!
  5. 25th December ??? (The contents of this thread are not considered canon to the main Angelcynn thread and thus does not occur within the timeline of the roleplay. Characters that never met physically will be present together. I implore you to have fun and be as SILLY as possible.) It was a fine Christmas afternoon, and all had gathered to celebrate the festivities. On top of a snowy hill in Magonsaete, the dastardly Malaphar had invited the entire cast to join his Christmas gathering. Nobody was excluded, from the noble Prince Owen to that old guy that made Serge paint his fence for some reason. With the halls decorated and the tables fully laid, Malaphar had cut no corners in preparing for the gathering. Standing at the front of his hall, he clapped his hands together to gain the attention of the room. "Thank you kindly for all being here. I, Malaphar, warmly welcome all of you to my Christmas gathering!" he announced, waving a searing flame through the air. "For some reason, it was felt that my world was deemed an unfitting venue for merriment, but this castle should be suitable! I wish you all the best and hope there are no hard feelings of the events that have transpired. I'm sure there are many of you that I had vapourised during the course of our tales... and I'm certain there are more of you yet to be burned to a crisp! May the festivities commence!" The audience applauded slowly, muttering to each other about who would actually survive into the later acts. However, which such a gathering, their host's oddity could be overlooked for the meantime. Every player may post! This thread is likely to remain active for a week!
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