The Rising of The Nightmare Moon

The Bubbling Dark wrote:Pat, the group is huge and with the limited time we have to play people who don't speak up will be unable to roleplay. Its just a thought. We'll see afte we have our first full session.

People, after looking at character sheets I see most of you have neglected to spend your skill points and one jerk has extra feats. Looks like much to Tuesday will be spent on character building again.

Who the fuck is pat?

That's why I was laughing.

Lol. Khourie/pat/miguel, same guy!

Are playing tomorrow?

lol im down for tomorrow

The Bubbling Dark wrote:Lol. Khourie/pat/miguel, same guy!

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so what time are ya going to be in, i can help people with there charater sheets if maybe lem can scan them to my email. and can have a few people done when lem comes in.

Yikes! I'm going to do that!

This is my History.

The first active memory I have is from 10 years ago. I think I was around from before this time but what even they did to me has erased that information from my mind. For the first 2 years I was little more then a lab rat. I was poked and probed by a group called the “Organization” (group after me). After a while, they started me on combat simulators. At first, I could not do anything but be knocked out from it. Then one day I called out something while being attack. I yelled Guyver and I changed into my “Active” form as they called it. This now form allowed me to stand toe to toe with the simulators. During these simulators I was tested to see what my limits where. The only human interaction I had other then the trainer was the Scientist that work on my named Sam (Nemesis). He was a very king and carring man that treated me very well. One day when security was very light, I snuck out my are in my full active mode. I found my records to find out that I was not human. I was a prototype now weapon / unman mech that the “Organization” plains to make and sell to the army. From that moment, I know that if I wanted a life I would have to get away from there. I decided to fight my way out and that would turn out to be a big mistake. One of the last things I remember before blanking out was Sam holding is daughter Roses hand when a solder came over and attack me from the back. The next thing I remember is I was miles from the base and a slashed up body of Rose was at my feet.

Now I am tiring to find out more information out about this “Organization” that is hunting me and tiring to make up for my crime. The problem is how to you make up for killing a kid when you do not even remember how you did it.

Who the fuck is deathmvp

I am a new player that has been working with The Bubbling Dark to make his toon.

yeah i just stoped caring

I will be awarding bonus exp and yet ubdifined in-game perks to those that have goven me backgrounds before 5:30 tonight.

So far we have a fallen messiah and a rogue experiment, who else will surface from the sea of nameless and purposeless sorrows?

I grew up in East North Westing and I'm not going to lie, times were hard, especially for an orphan. Harder still when people thought you're marks meant you were cursed. I spent most of my days growing up lying, stealing and sneaking just to eat, I was working the marketplace picking the pockets of the unsuspecting when I saw her, my master, Cether Cos. Not that I knew so at the time, to me she was just another person to rob. As stealthily as I could I lifted a few coins and a pendant. Satisfied with my haul I retreated down the nearest alleyway. I had made it a few yards down when I saw her step out of the shadows right in front of me, before I could even react I was slammed into the wall and a hand constricted my throat. She gave a sweet smile.
"You have something that belongs to me"

"I don't know what you're talking about" I wheezed out. Her hand closed even tighter
"Do not play with me child"
Her eyes fell upon the part of the mark that ran across my neck. She gasped and then a smile lit her face again.

"I met your father in a manner similar to this"

I stared at her, confused.

"Come child, I have much to teach you"

Then my whole world went black.

I lived most of my life in fantasy, because my life was not as great as I would want it to be. My family was descendants of royalty, and I had lived a very sheltered life. I have been home schooled up into the end of middle school. They have let me free my wings after my middle school teachings, and allowed me to take high school lessons at a prestigious high school Lockwood high. There, I met kids my age for the first time and most of them treated me nice. The others treated me poorly from the way I looked. I dressed well, kept my clothes and body neat but most people could not tell if I was a boy or a girl. I am a Boy, but some could not tell by a glance and most could only tell AFTER I spoke with them. I read many fictional works of the Edo period where the manliest of men were warriors/samurai and bandits. This is when my fantasy has started to take over my life. I would pretend to be a samurai and even act that way all of the time. Whenever someone needed help I was there, whenever there was a challenge, I stepped up to the plate, and after the fantasy wore off, I was in a lot of pain.

Sometimes I would react to a situation without thinking rushing head first into it. That was when I met her, a dark haired olive skinned woman who was calling out for help (or so I thought). When I got within 5 feet of her I noticed she had wings one black the other white. She told me she was Lore Keeper Leona, and she will guide me to my destiny. At first, I played along because maybe this girl was making a joke or rehearsing a play and needed someone to hear it. She held my hands looked deep into my eyes and asked me “will you let me be your guide?” being caught in the glow of her golden eyes I said “yes”. “Repeat after me, I hereby name Leona as my guide, protector and a source of power.” The light emanated from her body, her wings turned into energy and traveled from her back to her hands and into me. I blacked out, when I awoke I felt warm, anger, happiness and confusion. Leona looked like a normal girl instead, of the woman who held my hands. She said, “Welcome back my MAGI. The world is now open to you, and so is my knowledge. We have many tasks we have to do so training starts now”. That was two years ago and my abilities have only grown since then, and I now have enough power to confront The 7 Archangels.

Lances Lore Keeper Leona background is perfect for me. Especially the MAGI part, should of thought of that myself.

--- Not a Samurai!?! .. Or is he?? ----



J/K I know the diff between Lance ans Kourie......haaa

Leetin McBeatin wrote:Lances Lore Keeper Leona background is perfect for me. Especially the MAGI part, should of thought of that myself.

--- Not a Samurai!?! .. Or is he?? ----



J/K I know the diff between Lance ans Kourie......haaa

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Session Two- Down The Rabbit Hole Part I

It was the second day of The Week of Games in celebration of Malissan De Thymes coming of age. The day was still young, as such days go. Shinji Hishiro, renowned swordsman and godfather to the daughters of King De Thymes, beseeched the heroes of bus 15 to save the princess and save her they vowed to do. They were a strange cast, the kind you only find in strange and exciting foreign animated films, and they were determined. They gathered and prepared to descend into the sewers after the marauding gang when they were joined by Ghimo’s partner Kosey the other half of The Dark Occurrence Investigation Institute and their faithful bodyguard, the enigmatic John Smith. Kosey, a Nephilim Trainer, used his knowledge and know-how to help Juan fix his Capture Cube and with Rioku swiftly healing their party equaled 12: 10 heroes and 2 Nephilim. Some might say that The Gods of Creation were pushing the limits of what makes a comfortable(and manageable) party but those naysayers aren’t telling this tale.

They entered the foul and damp confines of Chipan’s sewer system in an organized fashion, thanks in no small part to Juan Carlos’ leadership, weapons at the ready. John Smith revealed his combat form and the trained soldiers took point. All fell into their roles with ease. Cos, watched the darkness with eyes capable of piercing the vale and ears keyed to hear the faintest whisper. The Dark Occurrence Investigation Institute searched for signs of the passage of dozens of little feet. The sewers proved to be a dungeon of sorts full of lurking Dr. Peppas and watery pitfalls. Kosey received a mouthful of bracken water and many felt the city’s automatic cleaning systems firsthand.

The tunnels grew cramped and eventually Juan made the executive decision to divide the party into two teams. Team A stumbled across signs of the old N7 Organization drug lab and evidence that the goblins of Chipan still use the sewers as a quick-travel highway as they did centuries ago before they earned their citizenship during The Riots of The Rabble. Team B found an unlucky character that had run afoul of bandits and had been left tied to a trap for amusement. The party searched as time was not on their side and the trail of the Dr. Peppas was growing cold. Eventually the party was brought back together as their separate paths joined together at a tunnel leading down to the lower levels of the tunnels.

One thing was clear; the Dr. Peppas were a gang of pickpockets, ruffians, and thugs. They lacked the imagination and the leadership to carry-out such an elaborate kidnapping. Something foul was swimming in the sewers of Chipan and it would soon float to the surface.

To Be Continued...

Wait.....I thought it was turds.

The Beast wrote:Wait.....I thought it was turds.

Lol, we shall see.

You forgot to add that this crew almost watched a freind drown and did a hell of alot more damage to themselfs then any npc did lol.

Oh, I didn't forget but I am trying to highlight heroism not Monty Python antics. Feel free to fill in the gaps.

The Bubbling Dark wrote:Oh, I didn't forget but I am trying to highlight heroism not Monty Python antics. Feel free to fill in the gaps.

But I though you gave the one player a bag full of Holy hand Granades lol.

deathmvp wrote:

The Bubbling Dark wrote:Oh, I didn't forget but I am trying to highlight heroism not Monty Python antics. Feel free to fill in the gaps.

But I though you gave the one player a bag full of Holy hand Granades lol.

I am definitely a fan of Monty Python, I just hesitate to highlight their madcap antics while doing the Session Recap. Though I am surprised that Dom did not detonate himself or someone else yesterday... there is still time. I believe in him. Lol

The Bubbling Dark wrote:I will be awarding bonus exp and yet undefined in-game perks to those that have given me backgrounds before 5:30 tonight.

So far we have a fallen messiah and a rogue experiment, who else will surface from the sea of nameless and purposeless sorrows?

A Fallen Messiah
A Rogue Experiment
A Ninja with a Cursed Past
A Boy/Girl given secret powers by a guardian Angel
A Man and his squid searching for secrets

These heroes will be given 2 points to allocate to any Ability Scores he/she deems appropriate, except for the man with the squid and the rogue guyver guy who will be receiving 4.

Random's character, Persons, will be receiving 3 for assisting me with getting players prepared to play. Khourie's poor Indian boy will be receiving 1 for his character' vital statistics.