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Epic Quest RPG!
Epic Quest RPG!
To put it simply: I miss solo writes. But with Decepmyth? I couldn't keep it up. Kudos to Ruby (I almost typed RWBY lol) and his ski lodges. I don't know how he did it. So next, I tried GSD, which is working out pretty well. It's like half RP half solo write. This is going somewhere, I thought. I'm super busy and should be working on my novel, poetry, Governor's School application, or formatting for my poetry book, I thought. LET'S MAKE ANOTHER ONE AND IGNORE THE STUFF I HAVE pTO DO! I concluded.
So...to businesss...
Your character doesn't know it, but they have a quest in their future. A quest to save the world from evils they didn't know existed...and perhaps the evils buried in themselves.
I will stand as every obstical in your path. Every time things are going well, I will twist the story.
I will also stand as every kind act on your quest. When you are hopelessly lost, I am the one who opens their door to you.
I will be many characters that come and go.
When you have played out the latest story arc, I will enter in as narrarator to change things up a bit.
With that in mind, who are you? You can be anyone; from any situation and any walk of life. You don't know what's coming.
Please creat an original character to RP with. Please step out of the stereotypes and pick someone else. If your character is a kind and confident teenage girl who is ready for anything, you are probably need to add a special twist.
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality quirks:
Skills:
Habits:
Backstory:
Things that drive your character:
Memories that have stuck with your character (can be in narrative format):
Moments, words, and/or people that have shaped your character:
Someone your character cares about in their life (can be another RPer or someone from your character or another character's backstory):
Someone your charater is jealous of (same rules apply):
As soon as we have about 3 characters, we can begin the quest. Characters can join at any time. For starters, here is a little opening...
Wet leaves stuck to the parking lot pavement in green and brown clumps. The wind was heavy and damp with passing rain, and clouds sagged towards the ground. It was not a good day to go hiking. And yet a constant wooden sign at the read, "Sweetgum berry trail. 4 miles." It was covered in leaves, blown down by the violent storm. The sign pointed towards a path where the thick curtain of trees parted. Further down the path, a young girl wearing a flowing pink shirt, tight jeans, and light-up pink tennis shoes was climbing the gentle incline of the trail purposely. But when the trail ended, the girl went on. Up, and up the gentle mountain, which got slightly steeper every few feet. The top was anticlimatic. Especially since a few warning signs and barricades warned lost hikers not to venture up so far. The girl looked over the edge at the slow decline below. She sat down, leaned against a tree, and waited. The sopping leaves rustled around her, forming foosteps. The girl didn't turn around. Someone leaned an elbow on the tree, raining bits of treebark down into the little girl's hair. She still didn't move. Not even when a low voice stated slowly.
"Azalea. You aren't dead."
~
And with that tantalizing and seemingly irelevant story segment, I will leave you to your character building. If you want to go big and add some crazy "MY CHARACTER IS THE BAD GUY" or "MY CHARACTER KNOWS THE SECRET" twist, go right ahead. I applaud you.
Oh yeah, and these two characters in the post above ^ will be important later.
And no, this isn't taking the place of GSD. I'll still post on that!
SO WRITE, MY FRIENDS.
submitted by Rose bud, age 15 , Red London
(October 4, 2017 - 8:08 pm)
(October 4, 2017 - 8:08 pm)
^Derik^
This day was getting weirder and weirder. First Derik's blackmailed, then meets all these strange people with strange powers, and now the earth just tore a gaping cave into the side off the cliff they just climbed.
Derik felt very overwhelmed and unsteady. These kids, well except Eris, had Derik very uneasy. It was hard being friendly to a bunch of creeps.
Eris turned to the group and said, "Well? I don't suppose this cave is here for nothing!"
He waived his arm for them to follow then approaches the inside of the cave/magic hole thingy. One after another they slowly followed Eris. Derik and Isadora were the only two hanging back. Derik glanced at Isadora and said,
"Well? Ladies first."
She looked at Derik with distaste but muttered a quiet "Thanks".
Derik took a deep breath and followed her in the cave, the others further into it. The bright sun and bright green trees looked much more inviting than being in a cramped cave, but he had to go on. After all, he had to be brave. Right?
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Sorry for the really short and undeveloped post! Dont have much creative juices flowing ya see.
(November 3, 2017 - 9:33 pm)
Avalynn~
I follow the others into the cave. It's dark, and stalagtites reach down like grasping fingers hoping we'd be easy to catch. A drop of cold water splashes onto the back of my neck. I trail behind a bit, rubbing the scratch on my arm from climbing down the cliff, and pondering the events of the day. Who'd sent the mysterious pink paper? Was it a sign? If so, good or bad? To calm myself down, I pull out a little sketchbook and begin drawing the first thing that comes to mind. I'm about halfway through the sketch when I hear a noise from behind us. I turn, and peer into the darkness. I think I see a flash of a bright color behind a stalagmite, but upon closer inspection, nothing. I walk quicker now, a feeling of unease settling in.
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Sorry, I kind of forgot this. Life's been kind of hectic!
(November 4, 2017 - 1:03 pm)
(November 9, 2017 - 7:08 pm)
(November 10, 2017 - 8:24 am)
Violette~
Violette followed everyone else through the cave quietly, feeling shy. The air was stale and yet slightly damp, and the stalactes hanging down from the ceiling of the cave dripped murky water. Not exactly pleasant walking conditions. Violette notices a few broken stalacites, and moves closer to examine them.
"Hey! Over here! I think I found something!" Everyone comes running over- or at least as close to running as they can. Stalagmites create a maze on the ground. "Look! There's something on them! Runes or hieroglyphs or something!"
"Those are no hieroglyphs." Isadora mutters, examining them closely.
Eris starts to say something about an aura, but he's cut off by the ground beginning to shake again. Bits of rock fall, and Violette nearly topples over, steadying herself on a stalagmite.
As soon as it begins, it's over.
"Could that be aftershock?" She says, but then she notices what everybody else is looking at. A section of the cave's wall has crumbled away, revealing a new passage- one dotted with tiny slips of pink paper.
"I vote we go that way." The girl, the one with the scar who never said her name says. And she starts that way, along with everybody else.
And nobody notices the writing on the other side of the stalagmite.
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I hope this wasn't too controlling or anything. I wanted to move the story along.
(November 10, 2017 - 8:50 am)
Umm just one quick thing, Silver wouldn't really speak out and say stuff like, "I intend to do that," or "I vote for this" or anything like that. She's very quiet unless it's something about her scar, and even then, although she IS off-the-charts sensitive about it, she is still fairly quiet. I promise promise promise I am NOT at all mad or annoyed with anybody, just clarifying. :)
Silver~
As we turn along the newly revealed way with the pink slips of paper, I glance back at the girl named Violette. Surprisingly, she hasn't given me that look that pretty much all of the others have at some point or other. Weird. But still, she doesn't dare come up and ask me what my name is, or any of that stuff. Slowly, the passage begins to grow darker and narrower. I don't have such a great feeling about this....~
Sorry for the short post!
(November 10, 2017 - 1:37 pm)
(November 11, 2017 - 8:42 am)
(November 11, 2017 - 3:44 pm)
(November 12, 2017 - 4:43 pm)
~Emmalyn
As the rest of the grounp advances forward, I stay back for a minute, kneeling down to inspect some of the pink slips of paper. Some of them have scribbles on them, others are blank. Only a few have actual words on them.
Now I have to decide between the rest of the group and the words. I've always been better with words than people. I sit down all the way and organize the pieces of paper.
I put the ones with scribbles in a pile, and blank ones in another, leaving me with only the ones with words. I read them all off inside my head.
Entrance
World
Group
Butterfly
Notepad
Lost
Cave
Earthquake
Mask
Forest
None of the words have any connection for a minute. Then I realize most of them have something to do with the events that have recently occurred. Getting lost, meeting a group, entering a cave after an earthquake. I look back up at the new entrance. Everything seems darker without other people.
I get up. Steeling my nerves, I begin to walk down the dark doorway, making sure I have all the slips.
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Introverted, but craves interaction. What a character.
(November 12, 2017 - 11:14 pm)
(November 15, 2017 - 1:56 pm)
Man, I forgot!
Stillo has a Black Dragon tattoo on his left arm.
Why? Story element. I have him give parts as the story progresses.
(December 2, 2017 - 4:36 pm)
(November 16, 2017 - 12:49 pm)
Why does everything I join die?!?!!
Ahem, anyway, since no one else will. I will.
Stillo~ 25 esting periods.
I have been exploring thesssse cavesss or a long time, haven't I?
Heh, when will it end? Why not just end my misssery? No way out, and I'm running low on suppliessss. Haven't found water or any creaturesss in a long time-
Voicesss. I ssstrain my ear. Or something, I don't have thossse flaps like mammals do, it's more of a sssilt at the sidesss of my head.
" Hey, over here I think I found something!" A female voice, I don't know thisss one.
A bunch of footsstepsss then ssshe speaks again.
"Look! There is something on them! Ruins or hieroglyphs or something!"
Sssddenly the earth shakess. Ssstones fall, ssspikes near impaling me. I hear the howl of wind.
An escape!. I run to the voices
"Could that be aftershock?"the bodies asked
A new one replies " I vote we go that way." My mind is fighting itself
Help iss here!
No, you are going mad!
What if the they are hossstile
"Ssshut up." I mumble
Torch in hand, I run, and when I felt like I was close.
A rock hits me in the head. Musst have been loosse from the ceiling
As the world becomess black. My mind goes into arguing again. I shut out the voices. One way or another. I'm free
(November 18, 2017 - 7:19 am)
This RP is by no means dead!
Your illusionistic writer (I'll give you a hint, she likes purple and draws unopened roses on scraps of paper) has just been sick with a dreadful cold and had to do 38 Geometry problems plus a load of reading about "America's unCivil War" while extremely irratible and very tired. Her wonderful mother, however, then let her watch A Series of Unfortunate Events and now she is feeling better. Keep in mind that this story has absolutely nothing to do with anything and this unidentified flying person is by no means connected to anything, although this UFP just may be a note written on a pink message slip that looks suspiciously like a butterfly.........
(November 18, 2017 - 10:08 am)