Alright, here is a quest where you are broken up into two teams and must fight/solve your way through a series of running battle and side quests in an attempt to reach the Holy Chalice of Something Cool, the legendary artifact that grands one special permanent power for each person that holds its. I leave it to you guys to roleplay together and make two teams. After that, we run through the adventure!
A few rules:
No god modding of other characters. Character profiles are a must. Two teams of characters.
So here we go!
You find yourself in a random, nondescript tavern with other adventurers. You come here to find a Holy Chalice of Something Cool. What becomes apparent is that there are two groups forming in terms of adventuring parties, and you must decide what team you want to join...
Name: Harle Quin
Race: Human
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 119lbs
Appearance: Wild silver hair, green eyes, light form. Wears somewhat flambouyant clothing (not referring to colour), patterned with red and black diamonds, fleur de lises, and other various symbols Weapons: a deck of cards Magic: Chaos magic - depending on the cards he draws, Harle can preform various forms of spells, which get stronger depending on the number (Ace high)
- Heart - Healing
- Spade - Summoning
- Club - Physical Attacks (Projectile weapons)
- Diamond - Elemental attacks (Fire/Ice/Lightning) Skills
Sleight of Hand
And yes, I will randomize it.
EDIT: Oh yeah, Spankypants team (or whichever needs more people).
Name - No.44 Titles - Leviathen, Behemoth, The Beast, The Hyde Race - Undetermined, used to be human Age - 38 Height - mercurial, at rest it should be around 6' Weight - mercurial, at rest around 200 Appearance - mercurial, at rest he apears to have black hair and average build. Apparel - black cotton T-shirt, jeans Background - No.44 is the end result and the only survivor of the infamous black opped progect Lazzerus, he doesn't know who he is or were he was anywere before three years ago, he doesn't even know his name, all he knows is the number branded above his heart and a relentless fearless reasonless urge to survive. Affiliations - none Job - none Allies - none Enemies - U.S. gov, E.R.C. squads, the canadian mounties Accomplishments - He survives, he does this alot, he gotten quite good at it. Natural Abilities Rapid Adaptation and Evolution - In short what it takes other species hundreds of generations and millions of years to accomplish he can do in minutes. If he is falling off a cliff he'll sprout wings, if he's drowning he'll grow gills, if hes being bombarded with radiation he'll develop a thick and chitonous exoskelaton, he can develop added muscle tissue and mass at a moments notice. If your going to try and kill this guy you'd better be sure you do it right the first time or its going to come back to bite you in the ass. Theoreticly the only limitation, to how far his body an adapt is time, as once an adaptation has served its purpose it will quickly return to its resting state. Skills
Survival, close combat, unarmed combat. Weapons Magical - none Non-Magical - he carries a hunting knife and a magnum, a colapseable lawn chair, the complete unabridged works of Mark Twain.
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'Lo, there do I see my father. 'Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sisters, and my brothers. 'Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. 'Lo, they do call to me. They bid me to take my place amongst them in the halls of Valhalla. Where the brave may live forever.
The rawdy crowd begins to grow restless as more heroes filter into the tavern. Team rivals Extremeunderwear and Spankypants are led by a distinguished adventurers; err...Lord Extremeunderwear and Sir Spankypants. Both have amazing abilities tied into their clothes, and both are known for attempting to attain the Holy Chalice of Something Cool. They size up their teammates, and pronounce at exactly the same time.
"We will wait alittle longer for more members. In the meant time, talk amongst yourselves."
The two team captains turn to each other, "Hey! Stop copying me!" they say at the same time.
name grappler12
race/class human/warwizard
strength average build
will strong
6ft 4in
notes
uses both additive and subtractive magic
items
his BAGOTRICKS which has an infinant amount of unnessary weapons
his supergrapple which has many undiscoverd abilitys (it can home and change into a sword, it has a poison tip)
ill be on whatever team to make it even
Hmmm... no character I have ever made would even consider joining this... so, I guess I'll have to make a new one. ^^
Name: Ender
Race: Human, although corrupted by his arts
Class: Dementia Summoner
Height: 6'
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (Although with possable mood swings. More chaotic than neutral actually.)
Skin Color: Light Grey (Not white, brown, tan, or any other usual color.) He also has extensive black tattoos of strange symbols and glyphs.
Hair Color: Jet black
Eye Color: grey (Just the iris, the rest is normal.)
Build: Below average. No excess fat however.
Clothes: Custom dementia summoner robes. (black) By 'custom' I mean I can't really discribe them well, they simply aren't anything like what I have otherwise seen.
Affiliations: Whichever team he joins. (I don't really care at this point.)
Abilitys: Stronger and more resilient in every way than you'd expect, but not superhuman.
Skills: Dementia Summons.
---Dementia Beasts: He can reach deep inside the madness within and summon any terror his twisted mind can create. Obviously more powerfull summons takes more energy. The summons take no energy to maintain, but he can use additional energy to regenerate them, or feed them if they cannot otherwise find food. They may also be recalled so that he may take back their remaining energy. These beasts do not have to follow normal biological laws, and can take the form of... well, anything, including weapons for himself. He may also modify them at any time, but that also takes energy.
---Dementia Energy: He can use energy that he would otherwise summon Dementia Beasts with, and apply it to a subject derectly. There are varying effects. (Of his choice. I won't go into the details... *shudders* If you must know, that's why he looks like he does... and why he acts like he does...)
EDIT: Here's his mental state: :spirit5: and what he does to others: :spirit6:
- For the purpaces of Mr. 12, Dementia Beasts count as subtractive magic.
No.44 listens to the leaders seemingly endless ranting, then sets up his lawn chair and starts to read his book.
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'Lo, there do I see my father. 'Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sisters, and my brothers. 'Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. 'Lo, they do call to me. They bid me to take my place amongst them in the halls of Valhalla. Where the brave may live forever.
The leaders finally stop arguing, and then stalk off in exactly opposite directions, taking with them the men and/or women and/or things that have decided to join their heroic quests.
Lord Extremeunderwear heads off into the west where the desert is, and Sir Spankypants is going into the forest in the east.
Anyone who didn't want to choose sides just yet or wants to change now, this is the time to do so...
Ender silently rises and follows the strange man to the east. He somewhat prefers the dark terrors of the forest to the harsh and unforgiving heat of the desert.
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Possibly the last remaining member of the Banana Clan (+1)
Banana of the Month Feb '05 Cool stuff here.
'Lo, there do I see my father. 'Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sisters, and my brothers. 'Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. 'Lo, they do call to me. They bid me to take my place amongst them in the halls of Valhalla. Where the brave may live forever.
Blademaster considers, and stabs Extremeunderwear in the back (literally.) after you say what happens, he stabs him in the back, this time (medaphor style) and heads east.
Sir Spankypants laughs as he takes along with him half of the people deciding to come along for the ride. Lord Extremeunderwear, ignorant to the fact he has been stabbed...twice...goes out the western door, and is immediately squashed by a boulder. He drops a map and it rolls across the floor to Quin's foot.
Blademaster, No. 44, and Ender are heading east to the forest, and my default law of first come, first serve, everyone else can do whatever they want, so long as they don't go east.
Back to the east for those now questing on Team Spankypants-
Sir Spankypants, striding with ease and abandon into a spooky, danger filled forest, does not notice the danger lurking around, chiefly the dozen or so pirates that are jumping from tree branch to tree branch, their eerie "args" and "yo-hos" sending shivers down the spines of everyone else. You can spot them easily, and are not scared of the pirates themselves, but just the odd occurance that there are tree-swinging pirates in a forest sounds kinda creepy...
Damien stands up and pulls out a sand-coloured robe from his pack. Perfect for travelling in sand. he thinks to himself. Then, swirling a cloak around him, he strides to the strange man who seems to have had the map accidentally bequeathed to him. To the desert he cheers to himself in mock heroism.
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thanks to the Epic Graphics crew! it's EPIC!
OFFICIAL DRUG-ADDICT WANNABE OF [ROBOT JESUS!!!!] OOH-RAH!
Quote from extremestan »
Word, definitely true. Raid's the air-to-ground missile. Boiling water's the hydrogren bomb.
As Damien approaches Quin, the map suddenly leaps up towards you and attempts to bite your littlest spaceman off, where it's little rolled up round end was, little teeth can now be seen.
(Yes...this is your first challenge, an animated map scroll)
Damien jumps back. An animated map scroll? he thinks to himself, this was not expected... Regardless, he pulls out his katanas, and prepares to defend himself lest the map attacks him. ((Damien rarely attacks head on))
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thanks to the Epic Graphics crew! it's EPIC!
OFFICIAL DRUG-ADDICT WANNABE OF [ROBOT JESUS!!!!] OOH-RAH!
Quote from extremestan »
Word, definitely true. Raid's the air-to-ground missile. Boiling water's the hydrogren bomb.
Normally, Quin would be all for fair play and proper adherence to chance and luck. But, the map went for his jewels. Riffling quickly through his cards, he grabbed the first spade available, a 3. Tossing it down, it expanded and contorted, forming into a cat, which promptly sat down on the middle of the map.
For future refrence, I don't think it is possable for Ender to be creeped out. He creates things that are far more than vaguely unnerving... and has to life with their memories. Literally- after he makes something like that, some of the leftover essence remains with him. If he did ever come across something scaryer than what he has created... he would be happy for the insperation.
Ender recognises that pirates are usually sea dweling creatures, and climbs a tree to find out more about these unusual arboreal variants.
Forest Pirates eh?, Let me deal with them...
No.44 continues walking but pulls out his book and beguins to read aloud, as its comon knoladge that clasic Americana is an anathema to all kinds of swashbucklers. It usualy overloads and melts the tiny inefective pirate brains in a few minutes. ...was far away from the world, and asleep; it was still the Middle Ages in Austria, and promised to remain so forever. Some even set it away back centuries upon centuries and said that by the mental and spiritual clock it was still the Age of Belief in Austria. But they meant it as a compliment, not...
'Lo, there do I see my father. 'Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sisters, and my brothers. 'Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. 'Lo, they do call to me. They bid me to take my place amongst them in the halls of Valhalla. Where the brave may live forever.
"Arg!" A few pirates fall from the trees in agony, like monkeys having their brains liquified with electric egg beaters. Which by the way, is now what Sir Spankypants is getting attacked with...monkeys with electric egg beaters...no way to save him...he dies...
Ender discovers an unusual fact about Forest Pirates...they throw feces at people...and you get pelted by four of the pirates as they squeeze some fecal matter out of their butt cracks and attempt to hurl it at you in an attempt to get you off their trees.
The scroll flies into the air before the cat can land on it, and a foot long tongue issues a raspberry from it's rolled up end. Then it attempts to fly down and devour your littlest spaceman again.
"Arg!" yell the pirates in protest as Ender advance towards them. They stop throwing feces and instead start tossing each other at you. Two grab one pirate each and launch them towards you, swords drawn and "args" lodged in their throats.
Ender bats one pirate aside with what looks like a casual motion, but actually has his full strength behind it. He grabs the other pirate by the neck with one hand, and with the other he grabs the pirate's sword. Dementia energy flows into the sword, tarnishing it's luster with tendrils of darkness. The blade slowly warps into a weapon more fitting a dementia master. "Tell me," Ender asks the pirate quietly, "what are you doing here, so far from a body of water?"
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Banana of the Month Feb '05 Cool stuff here.
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A few rules:
No god modding of other characters.
Character profiles are a must.
Two teams of characters.
So here we go!
You find yourself in a random, nondescript tavern with other adventurers. You come here to find a Holy Chalice of Something Cool. What becomes apparent is that there are two groups forming in terms of adventuring parties, and you must decide what team you want to join...
Team Spankypants
or
Team Extremeunderwear
Name: Harle Quin
Race: Human
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 119lbs
Appearance: Wild silver hair, green eyes, light form. Wears somewhat flambouyant clothing (not referring to colour), patterned with red and black diamonds, fleur de lises, and other various symbols
Weapons: a deck of cards
Magic: Chaos magic - depending on the cards he draws, Harle can preform various forms of spells, which get stronger depending on the number (Ace high)
- Heart - Healing
- Spade - Summoning
- Club - Physical Attacks (Projectile weapons)
- Diamond - Elemental attacks (Fire/Ice/Lightning)
Skills
Sleight of Hand
And yes, I will randomize it.
EDIT: Oh yeah, Spankypants team (or whichever needs more people).
link:
http://forums.mtgsalvation.com/showpost.php?p=71099&postcount=22
Name - No.44
Titles - Leviathen, Behemoth, The Beast, The Hyde
Race - Undetermined, used to be human
Age - 38
Height - mercurial, at rest it should be around 6'
Weight - mercurial, at rest around 200
Appearance - mercurial, at rest he apears to have black hair and average build.
Apparel - black cotton T-shirt, jeans
Background - No.44 is the end result and the only survivor of the infamous black opped progect Lazzerus, he doesn't know who he is or were he was anywere before three years ago, he doesn't even know his name, all he knows is the number branded above his heart and a relentless fearless reasonless urge to survive.
Affiliations - none
Job - none
Allies - none
Enemies - U.S. gov, E.R.C. squads, the canadian mounties
Accomplishments - He survives, he does this alot, he gotten quite good at it.
Natural Abilities
Rapid Adaptation and Evolution - In short what it takes other species hundreds of generations and millions of years to accomplish he can do in minutes. If he is falling off a cliff he'll sprout wings, if he's drowning he'll grow gills, if hes being bombarded with radiation he'll develop a thick and chitonous exoskelaton, he can develop added muscle tissue and mass at a moments notice. If your going to try and kill this guy you'd better be sure you do it right the first time or its going to come back to bite you in the ass. Theoreticly the only limitation, to how far his body an adapt is time, as once an adaptation has served its purpose it will quickly return to its resting state.
Skills
Survival, close combat, unarmed combat.
Weapons
Magical - none
Non-Magical - he carries a hunting knife and a magnum, a colapseable lawn chair, the complete unabridged works of Mark Twain.
Falling through a rift of time (ala quest in a temporal distortion), Damien falls into the center of...TEAM EXTREMEUNDERWEAR
thanks to the Epic Graphics crew! it's EPIC!
OFFICIAL DRUG-ADDICT WANNABE OF [ROBOT JESUS!!!!] OOH-RAH!
"We will wait alittle longer for more members. In the meant time, talk amongst yourselves."
The two team captains turn to each other, "Hey! Stop copying me!" they say at the same time.
"No, you stop it," they say in unison.
"No you," they repeat as twins.
And so forth as they argue amongst themselves....
race/class human/warwizard
strength average build
will strong
6ft 4in
notes
uses both additive and subtractive magic
items
his BAGOTRICKS which has an infinant amount of unnessary weapons
his supergrapple which has many undiscoverd abilitys (it can home and change into a sword, it has a poison tip)
ill be on whatever team to make it even
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
My Trade Thread
Name: Ender
Race: Human, although corrupted by his arts
Class: Dementia Summoner
Height: 6'
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (Although with possable mood swings. More chaotic than neutral actually.)
Skin Color: Light Grey (Not white, brown, tan, or any other usual color.) He also has extensive black tattoos of strange symbols and glyphs.
Hair Color: Jet black
Eye Color: grey (Just the iris, the rest is normal.)
Build: Below average. No excess fat however.
Clothes: Custom dementia summoner robes. (black) By 'custom' I mean I can't really discribe them well, they simply aren't anything like what I have otherwise seen.
Affiliations: Whichever team he joins. (I don't really care at this point.)
Abilitys: Stronger and more resilient in every way than you'd expect, but not superhuman.
Skills: Dementia Summons.
---Dementia Beasts: He can reach deep inside the madness within and summon any terror his twisted mind can create. Obviously more powerfull summons takes more energy. The summons take no energy to maintain, but he can use additional energy to regenerate them, or feed them if they cannot otherwise find food. They may also be recalled so that he may take back their remaining energy. These beasts do not have to follow normal biological laws, and can take the form of... well, anything, including weapons for himself. He may also modify them at any time, but that also takes energy.
---Dementia Energy: He can use energy that he would otherwise summon Dementia Beasts with, and apply it to a subject derectly. There are varying effects. (Of his choice. I won't go into the details... *shudders* If you must know, that's why he looks like he does... and why he acts like he does...)
EDIT: Here's his mental state: :spirit5: and what he does to others: :spirit6:
- For the purpaces of Mr. 12, Dementia Beasts count as subtractive magic.
Ender sits at a table in the bar.
Possibly the last remaining member of the Banana Clan (+1)
Banana of the Month Feb '05
Cool stuff here.
Lord Extremeunderwear heads off into the west where the desert is, and Sir Spankypants is going into the forest in the east.
Anyone who didn't want to choose sides just yet or wants to change now, this is the time to do so...
Possibly the last remaining member of the Banana Clan (+1)
Banana of the Month Feb '05
Cool stuff here.
I'll probably be going West...Underwear is seriously lacking some man-power right now...
Blademaster, No. 44, and Ender are heading east to the forest, and my default law of first come, first serve, everyone else can do whatever they want, so long as they don't go east.
Back to the east for those now questing on Team Spankypants-
Sir Spankypants, striding with ease and abandon into a spooky, danger filled forest, does not notice the danger lurking around, chiefly the dozen or so pirates that are jumping from tree branch to tree branch, their eerie "args" and "yo-hos" sending shivers down the spines of everyone else. You can spot them easily, and are not scared of the pirates themselves, but just the odd occurance that there are tree-swinging pirates in a forest sounds kinda creepy...
thanks to the Epic Graphics crew! it's EPIC!
OFFICIAL DRUG-ADDICT WANNABE OF [ROBOT JESUS!!!!] OOH-RAH!
(Yes...this is your first challenge, an animated map scroll)
thanks to the Epic Graphics crew! it's EPIC!
OFFICIAL DRUG-ADDICT WANNABE OF [ROBOT JESUS!!!!] OOH-RAH!
Ender recognises that pirates are usually sea dweling creatures, and climbs a tree to find out more about these unusual arboreal variants.
Possibly the last remaining member of the Banana Clan (+1)
Banana of the Month Feb '05
Cool stuff here.
No.44 continues walking but pulls out his book and beguins to read aloud, as its comon knoladge that clasic Americana is an anathema to all kinds of swashbucklers. It usualy overloads and melts the tiny inefective pirate brains in a few minutes.
...was far away from the world, and asleep; it was still the Middle Ages in Austria, and promised to remain so forever. Some even set it away back centuries upon centuries and said that by the mental and spiritual clock it was still the Age of Belief in Austria. But they meant it as a compliment, not...
Ender discovers an unusual fact about Forest Pirates...they throw feces at people...and you get pelted by four of the pirates as they squeeze some fecal matter out of their butt cracks and attempt to hurl it at you in an attempt to get you off their trees.
The scroll flies into the air before the cat can land on it, and a foot long tongue issues a raspberry from it's rolled up end. Then it attempts to fly down and devour your littlest spaceman again.
Possibly the last remaining member of the Banana Clan (+1)
Banana of the Month Feb '05
Cool stuff here.
Possibly the last remaining member of the Banana Clan (+1)
Banana of the Month Feb '05
Cool stuff here.