Hi, I'm Rabbi 106. I joined today, and I thought I'd introduce a Text RPG that I made on another site.
It is 2045. The world is inhabited by many aliens, as well as humans. And they all lived in peace.Until the king of the Corians, Fa'el Zaan, brutally took over Earth. But a Zerian Scientist, Lars Crelia, has created a machine that can bring the greatest warriors from across time and space to 2045, and rid the world of this evil dictatorship....
RACES: Human-very normal and balanced.
Trealites-Big, buff, four-armed aliens who aren't very smart but can bust through inches of steel.
Zerians-Almost the opposite of Trealites. They are weak, but they're geniuses, a 15 year old Zerian has a higher IQ than the smartest human.
Crobians- Small, monkey like aliens whose agility surpasses any human limits.
CLASSES: actually, I won't restrict you with classes, just don't make a wizard with a greatsword.
Here is the template for the character sheet.
NAME:
RACE:
BIO:
EQUIPMENT:
Then, after that, post your first post. From now on, if you want to talk outside of the game, you have to use parentheses (like this. There can be 5 players, so there are four slots left. Here is my character.)
NAME: Drozla Coromir
RACE: Human
BIO: Drozla comes from a medeival universe where monsters roam the world, and adventure is waiting for anyone who is competent enough to pursue it. He is a guard in his city, and he is a revered hero in his country.
EQUIPMENT: Longsword, 2 hand crossbows.
Drozla stood atop the head of a large Pseudodragon who had a sword in his head. Drozla yanked the sword out, and walked off to town. He went to his house to rest, and a figure popped in front of him. "God, Tharivol," said Drozla, "I could never get used to you popping in front of me like that." "I get that a lot," said Tharivol, " but I came to tell you that I'm going away for awhile. I'm going on a spiritual journey to better myself as a martial artist. So, farewell for a while." Tharivol went up to the rafter and disappeared. Drozla waited for a second before continuing. Then, the world swirled around him, and then, for a few agonizing seconds, he was sucked through a tiny wormhole into the future.
Drozla appeared in a metallic room filled with contraptions the likes of which he had never seen. Then, a part of the wall about 8' high by 3' wide slid away, revealing a quaint blue man. He was skinny, and bald, wearing a small white lab coat. "Welcome, Drozla Coromir," the man said, "to the future."
It is 2045. The world is inhabited by many aliens, as well as humans. And they all lived in peace.Until the king of the Corians, Fa'el Zaan, brutally took over Earth. But a Zerian Scientist, Lars Crelia, has created a machine that can bring the greatest warriors from across time and space to 2045, and rid the world of this evil dictatorship....
RACES: Human-very normal and balanced.
Trealites-Big, buff, four-armed aliens who aren't very smart but can bust through inches of steel.
Zerians-Almost the opposite of Trealites. They are weak, but they're geniuses, a 15 year old Zerian has a higher IQ than the smartest human.
Crobians- Small, monkey like aliens whose agility surpasses any human limits.
CLASSES: actually, I won't restrict you with classes, just don't make a wizard with a greatsword.
Here is the template for the character sheet.
NAME:
RACE:
BIO:
EQUIPMENT:
Then, after that, post your first post. From now on, if you want to talk outside of the game, you have to use parentheses (like this. There can be 5 players, so there are four slots left. Here is my character.)
NAME: Drozla Coromir
RACE: Human
BIO: Drozla comes from a medeival universe where monsters roam the world, and adventure is waiting for anyone who is competent enough to pursue it. He is a guard in his city, and he is a revered hero in his country.
EQUIPMENT: Longsword, 2 hand crossbows.
Drozla stood atop the head of a large Pseudodragon who had a sword in his head. Drozla yanked the sword out, and walked off to town. He went to his house to rest, and a figure popped in front of him. "God, Tharivol," said Drozla, "I could never get used to you popping in front of me like that." "I get that a lot," said Tharivol, " but I came to tell you that I'm going away for awhile. I'm going on a spiritual journey to better myself as a martial artist. So, farewell for a while." Tharivol went up to the rafter and disappeared. Drozla waited for a second before continuing. Then, the world swirled around him, and then, for a few agonizing seconds, he was sucked through a tiny wormhole into the future.
Drozla appeared in a metallic room filled with contraptions the likes of which he had never seen. Then, a part of the wall about 8' high by 3' wide slid away, revealing a quaint blue man. He was skinny, and bald, wearing a small white lab coat. "Welcome, Drozla Coromir," the man said, "to the future."
