New RPG-Style Fantasy Adventure For 2 Females

[deborahscribe]

So far I've had fun here (just joined up three days ago), so I figured I'd try something more ambitious than the simple threads I've been doing so far...something involving more of a storyline (while still containing hardcore sex, of course!).

So here it is: I'm starting an RPG, and looking for two female characters. I handle all system details on the back end; you might catch glimpses of the system behind the curtain from time to time, but from your end this will be a damn near systemless game. You have no stats to compute, no dice to roll, no scores to tally...and best of all, no classes to choose. You just do what you want to do, and I'll take it from there and figure out what happens. When your character levels up, you'll be able to do new things, and old things progressively better, but you won't know you've levelled up as such.

The world your characters start out in is a typical medieval town circa A.D. 1400. This town has a seaport, and is thus a bit more cosmopolitan than your average medieval town of 10,000 souls...which is to say the town is aware of the outside world as opposed to being almost utterly ignorant of anything more than 100 miles or so away (most towns in the Middle Ages were; people then didn't get around much and four-fifths of the population was functionally illiterate; libraries and schools as we know them were a privilege for the aristocracy).

The town is part of a kingdom dominated by a somewhat oppressive theocracy. The high priests control the government, but the craftsman and artisan guilds do exert some countering influence. Magic exists, but is rare. Fantastic creatures also exist, though in civilized lands they are considered to be legends. Out in the hinterlands, many no doubt wish some of the evil nonhuman races--the orcs, goblins, trolls and hill giants--were mere myths, but they are all too real. There are other human cultures...a brown-skinned civilization of raiders and holy warriors, and to the south strange, black-skinned races that are at once savage and noble. To the north, blonde-haired blue-eyed raiders and plunderers. To the West, unknown expanses of ocean. And all throughout, savage as well as civilized nonhumans compete for space, resources, glory and power.

In this storyline, anything goes, and the world will be realistic. You set your own goals--be a beggar, thief, slave, warrior, captain, wizardess, artist or queen. You may encounter great beauty and horror alike. Your character may be seduced by a handsome noble, or raped by a horrid ogre...so if you are bothered by writing/role-playing nonconsensual sex, this probably isn't the story for you.

Interested? Post a reply in this thread with the kind of character you'd like to play.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Interested...but

I'm about to go on vacation, my first in 5 years. During the trip I will try to avoid working at all (difficult when you're a Type A+) to help in that effort I'm keeping away from the internet. I also plan to use sex and alcohol as a barrier against business thoughts.

I expect to be off-line for at least the next 10 days or so. Gathering material for Lit, and generally goofing off.

But, if you're not in a hurry...and if no one else grabs a spot. I'm interested.

Kit

 

[Candywine]

Candy

I would be interested in playing. I know no stats, but here is a couple of things to help her out.

Name: Candy
Occupation: Barmaid/Bartender
Age: 22
Physique: Buxxom

Hope that helps you with what your looking for information about the character. If there are things that you didn't need or want to know, just skip them.

 

[Pywakit]

This sounds really fun! Here's the character I'd like to play; not sure how exotic you're looking for these characters to be, so if this one's too strange I can certainly tone some elements down...

Name: Kalisto
Occupation: Mercenary/adventurer
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Long and black, typically worn in a number of narrow braids strung with black and red beads
Skin: Pale
Weapon: Throwing knives

Description: Kalisto's favors a suit of form-fitting crimson leather armor and fights with long, thin stilettos and throwing knives. She was born into a cult of demon worshipers and thus had a pretty grim childhood. Kalisto was to be a sacrifice to the cult's dark gods when she came of age, but the cult was attacked by crusaders before then. She escaped into the sewers and spent the last few years of her childhood living on the fringe of society as a thief. She's cleaned her act up now, and makes her money as a mercenary or adventurer for hire.

 

[deborahscribe]

Hmm...I'd prefer normal humans...maybe she has some special gift that will be revealed in time.

 

[Pywakit]

Hmm...I'd prefer normal humans...maybe she has some special gift that will be revealed in time.

Fair enough; I went in and adjusted the demon stuff out of her character profile. How's she look now?

 

[deborahscribe]

Fair enough; I went in and adjusted the demon stuff out of her character profile. How's she look now?

Great; she's in like Flynn.

As soon as Candywine fleshes out her character description, we'll get the adventure underway.

 

[deborahscribe]

Last call...tonight this train's leaving the station...

 

[Elayne]

Madeline d'Monteine

A tall woman with a slender build, Madeline has raven dark hair and pale skin, but dark blue eyes that hint at some distant Northern ancestry. Madeline is the daughter of a very minor noble family from north of the main sea port. Her family ruled a small farming hamlet, far enough from the border to be not often troubled.

Of course, Madeline's older brother is destined to inherit everything. Madeline has been sent south to the city proper to seek her own fortune, possibly as a Lady in Waiting for the Royals, or even a marriage to some suitable noble family.

Having been raised like a proper lady, Madeline has a strong grasp of etiquette, diplomacy, and dance. She is also literate and a capable rider. She isn't a particularly skilled fighter.

 

[deborahscribe]

No, I've not forgotten about this thread...just thinking of a good opener, and I've been a bit lacking in the time department the past couple days. I'm going to try and having something up by tonight or tomorrow at the latest.

 

[deborahscribe]

Here are some traits for your characters. The back-end system that I'm using is D&D 2.0. If you don't know it, no harm, no foul. The traits will be understandable even to those utterly ignorant of all the scores, tables and whatnot of Second Edition D&D.

Madeline:

Dancer: Madeline knows most styles of dance.
Equestrian: Raised in the upper classes, Madeline is familiar with the ways--public and private--of society's elite. This does rub some common folk the wrong way. +20% to reaction of upper classes, skill at non-combat horse-riding, -10% to reactions of lower classes.
Educated: +1 to Intelligence when trying to assess knowledge, +1 to Charisma when speaking.

Kalisto:

Likes Knives: Having been raised around blades, Kalisto is more proficient with short, bladed weapons than many warriors with more formal combat training than her. +1 to hit and +10% on damage with knives.
Austere: Poverty and privation are old friends of Kalisto's. They have hardened her. +1 to Constitution, -20% to food eaten per day.
Urban Warrior: Often hunted by the city guard (but rarely found!), Kalisto has skill at evasion in urban settings. (+10% to chances to hide in shadows and move silently in cities.)

Candy:

Charm: Candy has an appeal to her, an ability to smooth over difficult situations. Especially with males. (+10% to reaction by human males, +5% for human females.)
Herbalist: A skill first found while trying to spice up drinks for the tavern, Candy has found her knowledge of herbs to be quite useful in other circumstances as well (doubly proficient in herbalism and cooking).
Observant: Often catching details others miss, Candy has the eyes of an eagle...

 

[Elayne]

Sounds good! When do we get started?

 

[Pywakit]

Yup! I'm eager to start this one up; it's gonna be fun!

 

[Elayne]

So, how's everyone doing?

 

[Pywakit]

Doin' good here, and patiently waiting for the thread to start up... the IC thread for this didn't already start up somewhere else, did it?

 

[ddeborahscribe]

An Unusual Guest

The night was typical at the Ocean's Bluff Tavern. The evening crowd had just peaked, and a few tables were empty now. The bard playing her lute was still going strong, though in about half an hour, she would wind up her show. The lilting notes from the strings filled the bar, punctuated from time to time by the sound of a coin plinking into the small bucket she had in front of her.

Candy was bussing some spent mugs from a table that had just been used by a couple miners...one of them had grabbed at her ass, as the rough miners were apt to do, but the tip they left gleamed on the wooden tabletop, mollifying the barmaid. Some priests of Kao, goddess of the moon, drank while engaging in good-natured banter with a serving-wench. At another table, well-dressed merchants were discussing a new trade route that had opened across the sea to an island called Azoria. There, tan-skinned farmers grew a rare spice that induced a pleasant drowsiness in any who drank it.

Sitting at a booth in the shadows was Kalisto...she was listening to the merchants. Where there was new wealth, there was also new opportunity...

Madeline was sitting at a table when a well-dressed man, possibly a well-to-do merchant or even a nobleman, asked her to dance. But then--

The door to the tavern opened. Conversations dropped to a low buzz as a six foot, five-inch black man walked in the door. Madeline recognized him as a Nubian...though she knew little of their culture, she knew they were consummate metalworkers. And the handiwork of those smiths was in the man's hand...a finely-hewn spear, as tall as he was. It did not have the fine, tapered point of an Imperial Legionary spear, but rather a broad, flat blade that could disembowel a man with a single thrust and turn. The tip of that blade was sharpened to a point.

The man himself handled that heavy piece of wood and metal almost without effort. His muscles bulged, skin shiny and so jet-black it was hard to focus on in the dim illumination of the tavern. His ebony skin had a warm undertone that the firelight brought out. Madeline could tell he wore only a cloak, which hung open enough in the front to reveal a barrel chest with patterns of scars. She could barely see a loincloth just starting where the two halves of the cloak came together. The outer garment did not fit him, was not at home on him. He had no doubt donned it to avoid offending local sensibilities; Madeline knew in the tropical lands he came from, there would be no need of cloaks. She heard remarks, some derisive, some inquisitive, from the patrons of the tavern.

The Nubian came up to Candy. In accented but still quite serviceable Common, his deep voice asked for brandy and mutton. No sooner had he finished his request than a pug-nosed merchant, who Madeline knew from the local Leathermongers Guild, came up and said, "We don't serve his kind here!" There were scattered affirmations, a few boos...

 

[Elayne]

Madeline watched the unfolding scene with some curiousity. She had heard of Nubians, of course, in her studies on geography, but had never actually encountered one before this.

The reaction of the crowd of the Inn was rather too unkind, however. The leathermonger confronted the Nubian with a fierce expression, despite the fact that the traveller was obviously a warrior and likely capable of gutting the merchant with one blow.

After a moment, Madeline decided the best way to handle the situation was by defusing the tension in a way that allowed everyone to save face without backing down. She murmured a polite apology to the gentleman she was speaking to, promising to speak with him again later in the evening, then rose from her table.

Madeline dipped her slender fingers into her belt pouch, drawing out a coin and flipping into the bardess' bucket, requesting a lively reel. Then she slipped over towards the confrontation, slipping her hand into the crook of the arm of the leather monger.

"Would you like to dance?" she murmured as she drew his attention from the Nubian, attempting to distract him. "I like this song and I'd hate for it to go to waste," she continued, pulling the merchant towards the dance floor to seperate him from the Nubian.

 

[Pywakit]

Kalisto

Kalisto sipped at her drink, a strong ale with a quite pleasant hint of raspberries to it. It was her favorite (partially because it was delicious, but mostly because it was so damn inexpensive!), and the main reason she came to the Ocean's Bluff so often. That... and the opportunity to learn about new developments among the merchants was usually too good to pass up. They were talking about Azoria again, and Kalisto knew that if they were right about the spice that grew there, she wanted in on the business somehow.

She just didn't know how she was going to get in on it. The merchants tended to use only guild-members for mercenary work, and Kalisto had never quite been able to afford the dues to get into that elite club. It pissed her off, frankly. She knew she was better than any one of those doughy, soggy ex-soldiers, but without the cash to pony up for a new membership... she was out of luck.

And so she'd been forced to take the lesser jobs. The low-paying jobs. The ones that were hardly worth the bits and pieces they paid. She slipped a dainty hand into the crimson leather beltpouch at her hip and jingled the three coins in there softly, the fact that they were silvers depressing her all the more.

Her attention shifted to the scene playing out near the bar. A towering man, quite attractive and exotic, had drawn some unwanted attention for the color of his skin. For a moment, it looked like there was going to be a fight, but then an attractive woman stepped in and adeptly defused the situation with a few well-timed words and even better-timed coins.

The merchants forgotten for now, Kalisto's gaze settled on this well-to-do woman. She looked strangely out of place in the inn... she was too classy to be here. Which meant she was looking for something... or maybe someone. Curious, Kalisto slid to the edge of her booth and strained to hear what she was saying to the Nubian man, wondering if her request for a dance was merely a prelude to something more... perhaps an offer for a job?