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#11
The Village Gate / Re: Hello, a prospective playe...
Last post by mythus - Jul 22, 2026, 03:49 PMHi! Welcome! Yeah, it is just us right now. But I have hope! I'll continue to post and stuff, and look to advertise more and hopefully we will get more people. In the mean time, please, feel free to discuss your ideas and make a character or three. I'll happily post with you!
#12
The Village Gate / Hello, a prospective player he...
Last post by Kayube - Jul 21, 2026, 01:08 AMSite looks interesting, so even though there's only one person here right now I thought I might as well join. I have a decent idea of what kind of character I want to make (forest-dwelling goblin ranger- though I also think a Talusian would be interesting), but I'll probably take some time thinking of the details while waiting for more players to join.
#13
The WIlds of Chalcephera / A Shiny Treasure?!
Last post by mythus - Jul 13, 2026, 11:56 AMLocation: Plains of Wakeful Slumber, Neurosthenia
Time and Date: Shortly after rising of the main sun, 23rd of Flamerule, 1085 of the 2nd Era
'Get a human drunk enough, and he will sleep with anything...' Such was often the excuse used or believed when it came to Ishmal. Being an oddity that is the result of an aurum imp and a human mating that he is, and likely the only known half human, half imp, often times led to strange stories about how he could even come to exist.
The truth of the matter though is perhaps stranger and way darker than even the wildest story imagined. Ishmal's mother, Ga'lea was a typical aurum imp female, though perhaps more ruthless than some. Aurum imps, as they are, had always had the strangest obsessions to treasures, or to whatever they considered to be their treasure. For Ga'lea, her treasure had been a cosmopolitan boy by the name of Mikael. Mikael, at the young age of ten, had come to her rescue when she was trapped within a hunters snare just outside the town of Phobos. Ga'lea had been running from a pack of domorean fangral, until she herself got stuck in the hunter's snare. The taller human child who was traveling with the hunter, his father, saw the strange creature, and only wishing to know some form of happiness in the very chaotic wildlands, he pulled her out and begged his father to spare the creature.
From that moment on, Ga'lea had proclaimed the boy to be her treasure. She stuck to him like glue, even more so when Mikael lost his father to the creatures of the Rampike. After that tragic loss, Ga'lea and Mikael grew even closer. Mikael's single widow mother was concerned, but when she saw that her boy was not only smiling, but also that the imp protected him from the various predators that often preyed on the young, the mother came to accept the aurum imp and eventually allowed her to live with them. Ga'lea and Mikael were inseparable. They went everywhere together, played games together, and when Mikael was threatened by addicts, thieves, creatures, of the wild, and those with undeniable hungers, Ga'lea met them with deadly force. To Mikael, Ga'lea was his closest friend and the only bright spot in his suffering life. She kept him safe and kept him company, and her odd ways and strange speech helped to take his mind from the reality of things, from the long hours his mother must work, from the tricks she must play, and from the gradual worsening of her health. For Ga'lea, Mikael was her most special treasure.
Things took a change though when Mikael turned 15. In Ga'lea's small mind, Mikael was no longer a boy but a man. She had stayed away from the other imps that dwelled within the wilds of Neurosthenia for so long now, and thus she had no suitors and was coming close to beyond the age of reproduction. Her treasure would have to do. So one night Ga'lea awakened Mikael from his slumber when she proceeded to rape the youth. He screamed in protest as she had her way with him, but Ga'lea did not understand the screams and persisted. By the time Mikael's mother had busted into the room, the deed was done. Ga'lea was so frightened by the raging mother and her screaming treasure, that she thought to quickly dismount and swing behind the boy for protection, but her claws caught the youth's jugular. As she saw her treasure bleed to death and choke on his own blood and the now berzerked mother rushing towards her, dagger drawn, Ga'lea had no choice but to flee. She quickly escaped through the window and scurried away out of town into the many wind caves of the Bellows.
Ga'lea remained forever distraught about what had happened to her precious treasure, about what she had done. When her baby came, she sought out the house to give the child to the mother who's child she had taken, only to discover that she too had died not long after. Distressed beyond belief, the imp mother left the child on the doorsteps of the St. Taal Orphanage, an orphanage well known for taken in the forgotten youth who were strange and different. Ga'lea then returned to the Bellows where she took her own life.
The boy, half aurum imp and half human, was named Ishmal though no surname was ever given. He was generally accepted and treated well among the orphans of the not-so-normal. In time, he came to age and left the orphanage where he quickly learned of the strange tinkerer, Assegai. Though Ishmal had enough human traits and proper upbringing to not be so swayed by his aurum imp desires, he was infatuated by all the neat treasures the tinkerer possessed. Week after week he would bring Assegai something 'shinny', hoping that it would please the tinkerer. Most times it was garbage, some times it was stolen goods, a couple of times though he'd bring Assegai something of at least some value to the strange tinkerer. And such was their relationship, tinkerer and a very unorthodox treasure hunter who only ever sought to impress and to befriend the other. His life outside the orphanage was never as good, often ridiculed, or even ignored. But the tinkerer never did such things. For Ishmal, perhaps, Assegai had become his treasure of sorts, and the half imp would never desert him.
Except this time.
It wasn't just yesterday when Ishmal had accidentally broke something which Assegai treasured. Ishmal knew he treasured it, above all of his trinkets. It was something called urn that was filled with a strange dust. Ishmal knew not the significance of the treasure, but knew that treasure was meant to be protected above all costs. So, seeing the urn crash on the hard wood floor, shattering and the special dust spilling everywhere, Ishmal did the only thing he knew to do. He ran. He ran far and fast, until he was standing way out side of Phobos, perhaps farther than his feet have ever traveled.
Looking over the horizon, hearing the strange animal wailing in the distance, for a moment Ishmal was afraid. But the half-imp straightened his back and his resolve, "No!" he announced to the world, "Ishmal not run. Ishmal find shiniest treasure, then give to friend Assegai."
Time and Date: Shortly after rising of the main sun, 23rd of Flamerule, 1085 of the 2nd Era
'Get a human drunk enough, and he will sleep with anything...' Such was often the excuse used or believed when it came to Ishmal. Being an oddity that is the result of an aurum imp and a human mating that he is, and likely the only known half human, half imp, often times led to strange stories about how he could even come to exist.
The truth of the matter though is perhaps stranger and way darker than even the wildest story imagined. Ishmal's mother, Ga'lea was a typical aurum imp female, though perhaps more ruthless than some. Aurum imps, as they are, had always had the strangest obsessions to treasures, or to whatever they considered to be their treasure. For Ga'lea, her treasure had been a cosmopolitan boy by the name of Mikael. Mikael, at the young age of ten, had come to her rescue when she was trapped within a hunters snare just outside the town of Phobos. Ga'lea had been running from a pack of domorean fangral, until she herself got stuck in the hunter's snare. The taller human child who was traveling with the hunter, his father, saw the strange creature, and only wishing to know some form of happiness in the very chaotic wildlands, he pulled her out and begged his father to spare the creature.
From that moment on, Ga'lea had proclaimed the boy to be her treasure. She stuck to him like glue, even more so when Mikael lost his father to the creatures of the Rampike. After that tragic loss, Ga'lea and Mikael grew even closer. Mikael's single widow mother was concerned, but when she saw that her boy was not only smiling, but also that the imp protected him from the various predators that often preyed on the young, the mother came to accept the aurum imp and eventually allowed her to live with them. Ga'lea and Mikael were inseparable. They went everywhere together, played games together, and when Mikael was threatened by addicts, thieves, creatures, of the wild, and those with undeniable hungers, Ga'lea met them with deadly force. To Mikael, Ga'lea was his closest friend and the only bright spot in his suffering life. She kept him safe and kept him company, and her odd ways and strange speech helped to take his mind from the reality of things, from the long hours his mother must work, from the tricks she must play, and from the gradual worsening of her health. For Ga'lea, Mikael was her most special treasure.
Things took a change though when Mikael turned 15. In Ga'lea's small mind, Mikael was no longer a boy but a man. She had stayed away from the other imps that dwelled within the wilds of Neurosthenia for so long now, and thus she had no suitors and was coming close to beyond the age of reproduction. Her treasure would have to do. So one night Ga'lea awakened Mikael from his slumber when she proceeded to rape the youth. He screamed in protest as she had her way with him, but Ga'lea did not understand the screams and persisted. By the time Mikael's mother had busted into the room, the deed was done. Ga'lea was so frightened by the raging mother and her screaming treasure, that she thought to quickly dismount and swing behind the boy for protection, but her claws caught the youth's jugular. As she saw her treasure bleed to death and choke on his own blood and the now berzerked mother rushing towards her, dagger drawn, Ga'lea had no choice but to flee. She quickly escaped through the window and scurried away out of town into the many wind caves of the Bellows.
Ga'lea remained forever distraught about what had happened to her precious treasure, about what she had done. When her baby came, she sought out the house to give the child to the mother who's child she had taken, only to discover that she too had died not long after. Distressed beyond belief, the imp mother left the child on the doorsteps of the St. Taal Orphanage, an orphanage well known for taken in the forgotten youth who were strange and different. Ga'lea then returned to the Bellows where she took her own life.
The boy, half aurum imp and half human, was named Ishmal though no surname was ever given. He was generally accepted and treated well among the orphans of the not-so-normal. In time, he came to age and left the orphanage where he quickly learned of the strange tinkerer, Assegai. Though Ishmal had enough human traits and proper upbringing to not be so swayed by his aurum imp desires, he was infatuated by all the neat treasures the tinkerer possessed. Week after week he would bring Assegai something 'shinny', hoping that it would please the tinkerer. Most times it was garbage, some times it was stolen goods, a couple of times though he'd bring Assegai something of at least some value to the strange tinkerer. And such was their relationship, tinkerer and a very unorthodox treasure hunter who only ever sought to impress and to befriend the other. His life outside the orphanage was never as good, often ridiculed, or even ignored. But the tinkerer never did such things. For Ishmal, perhaps, Assegai had become his treasure of sorts, and the half imp would never desert him.
Except this time.
It wasn't just yesterday when Ishmal had accidentally broke something which Assegai treasured. Ishmal knew he treasured it, above all of his trinkets. It was something called urn that was filled with a strange dust. Ishmal knew not the significance of the treasure, but knew that treasure was meant to be protected above all costs. So, seeing the urn crash on the hard wood floor, shattering and the special dust spilling everywhere, Ishmal did the only thing he knew to do. He ran. He ran far and fast, until he was standing way out side of Phobos, perhaps farther than his feet have ever traveled.
Looking over the horizon, hearing the strange animal wailing in the distance, for a moment Ishmal was afraid. But the half-imp straightened his back and his resolve, "No!" he announced to the world, "Ishmal not run. Ishmal find shiniest treasure, then give to friend Assegai."
#14
Character Profiles / Ishmal
Last post by mythus - Jul 13, 2026, 11:35 AMCharacter Name: Ishmal
Race: half human, half aurum imp
Age: 17
Gender: male
Height: 5'1
Weight: 138 pounds
Build: small
Other Descriptive Info:
A short man barely over three and a half feet tall with horizontally laid pointed ears, must of had some imp blood in him, for he looked half that of the dimwitted, trick playing creatures. He was wrapped in a cloak that must of once been too large for the creature for it was roughly trimmed to fit, and burdened by a medium sized pack that seemed half full with bulky items, with a twine rope, sleeping bag, and crude brass lantern dangling off of it, the lantern clinking against the shop's stone floor. A one size too large pair of brass goggles was strapped about his hairless head, the lenses of the goggles made the creature's eyes pop out larger than they should have.
Beneath his cloak is a pair of very small wings. They wings appear more like thin skin stretched over small bones, and are much too small to provide flight but can cause a bit of wind and help to propel Ishmal a bit faster and make his jumps a bit farther. Ishmal also has a small nub of a tail, not fully formed unlike his gold imp cousins.
His skin has a bronze to it, and his eyes are a dull yellow. He has long claws, and small, sharp teeth.
Runic Element: Life
Runic Affinity: Energy
Personality:
Ishmal is half human half aurum imp, so his aurum imp tendencies are muted. He does have a certain penchant for greediness, but unlike other gold imps, he is not so pompous. In fact, he constantly seeks approval and acceptance fro those who's opinion he values. If he doesn't value someone's opinion though, he tends to be a bit stuck up.
Ishmal is very protective of his friend Assegai, treating him almost like a treasure - similar to how other aurum imps would. However he's not so possessive as pure aurum imps would be. He can share, as long as he is not forgotten or ignored.
Ishmal loves to share what he finds with his friend, everything from garbage to great treasures. Ishmal doesn't know or understand well monetary value, or even historical or religious value, he simply understands shiny things. Ishmal does have some understanding of personal property though, and thus won't take what he knows he shouldn't.
Other:
N/A
Race: half human, half aurum imp
Age: 17
Gender: male
Height: 5'1
Weight: 138 pounds
Build: small
Other Descriptive Info:
A short man barely over three and a half feet tall with horizontally laid pointed ears, must of had some imp blood in him, for he looked half that of the dimwitted, trick playing creatures. He was wrapped in a cloak that must of once been too large for the creature for it was roughly trimmed to fit, and burdened by a medium sized pack that seemed half full with bulky items, with a twine rope, sleeping bag, and crude brass lantern dangling off of it, the lantern clinking against the shop's stone floor. A one size too large pair of brass goggles was strapped about his hairless head, the lenses of the goggles made the creature's eyes pop out larger than they should have.
Beneath his cloak is a pair of very small wings. They wings appear more like thin skin stretched over small bones, and are much too small to provide flight but can cause a bit of wind and help to propel Ishmal a bit faster and make his jumps a bit farther. Ishmal also has a small nub of a tail, not fully formed unlike his gold imp cousins.
His skin has a bronze to it, and his eyes are a dull yellow. He has long claws, and small, sharp teeth.
Runic Element: Life
Runic Affinity: Energy
Personality:
Ishmal is half human half aurum imp, so his aurum imp tendencies are muted. He does have a certain penchant for greediness, but unlike other gold imps, he is not so pompous. In fact, he constantly seeks approval and acceptance fro those who's opinion he values. If he doesn't value someone's opinion though, he tends to be a bit stuck up.
Ishmal is very protective of his friend Assegai, treating him almost like a treasure - similar to how other aurum imps would. However he's not so possessive as pure aurum imps would be. He can share, as long as he is not forgotten or ignored.
Ishmal loves to share what he finds with his friend, everything from garbage to great treasures. Ishmal doesn't know or understand well monetary value, or even historical or religious value, he simply understands shiny things. Ishmal does have some understanding of personal property though, and thus won't take what he knows he shouldn't.
Other:
N/A
#15
The Town Crier / Re: Map Progress
Last post by mythus - Jul 13, 2026, 11:28 AMStarted on the Kingdom of Chalcadonia area of the map.
#16
Kingdom of Auphera / Something's Amiss
Last post by mythus - Jul 12, 2026, 01:55 PMLocation: Phercia, Capital of Auphera
Time and Date: Around Noon, 23rd of Flamerule, 1085 of the 2nd Era
An elf in deep blue robes sits in a chair at a local eatery, Mel's. Before him was a large window opening out to the crowded Plaza of Arcana, in downtown Phercia. It was a busy plaza where some of the oldest shops and structures of the city were, including the College Arcana. Niel, however, wasn't gazing upon the awe inspiring architecture of the prestigious college, nor was he captivated by the goings and comings of the Plaza's crowds. No, he was nose deep, as they say, into his notebook. Even his cup of coffee had grown cold, barely drank while the elf remained lost in his own thoughts.
'Yes, it is a remarkable building,' he wrote in his notebook, 'truly one that may have even competed with the College or even the Palace with grandeur. But that doesn't explain why they took it. The Grand Temple of Kymara was here ever since Phercia was just a small settlement. It and the city had grown together. To be so easily changed by this upstart religion'.
The elf slammed his notebook on the table as he let out loudly, "It simply is inexcusable!" The slamming motion caused his still mostly full coffee cup to fall unceremoniously to the floor, at which a very distraught server ran up to take care of the newly created mess. "Sir, do you wish a new cup of coffee?" The elf doesn't even look to see who is speaking, "Yes yes, that's fine." He lays out two shillings, "this will suffice, no?"
Time and Date: Around Noon, 23rd of Flamerule, 1085 of the 2nd Era
An elf in deep blue robes sits in a chair at a local eatery, Mel's. Before him was a large window opening out to the crowded Plaza of Arcana, in downtown Phercia. It was a busy plaza where some of the oldest shops and structures of the city were, including the College Arcana. Niel, however, wasn't gazing upon the awe inspiring architecture of the prestigious college, nor was he captivated by the goings and comings of the Plaza's crowds. No, he was nose deep, as they say, into his notebook. Even his cup of coffee had grown cold, barely drank while the elf remained lost in his own thoughts.
'Yes, it is a remarkable building,' he wrote in his notebook, 'truly one that may have even competed with the College or even the Palace with grandeur. But that doesn't explain why they took it. The Grand Temple of Kymara was here ever since Phercia was just a small settlement. It and the city had grown together. To be so easily changed by this upstart religion'.
The elf slammed his notebook on the table as he let out loudly, "It simply is inexcusable!" The slamming motion caused his still mostly full coffee cup to fall unceremoniously to the floor, at which a very distraught server ran up to take care of the newly created mess. "Sir, do you wish a new cup of coffee?" The elf doesn't even look to see who is speaking, "Yes yes, that's fine." He lays out two shillings, "this will suffice, no?"
#17
Character Profiles / Niel Valeryn
Last post by mythus - Jul 12, 2026, 01:31 PMCharacter Name: Niel Valeryn
Race: Xeno Elf
Age: 130
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 195
Build: small
Other Descriptive Info:
Runic Element: Time
Runic Affinity: Past
Personality: Aloof, mind elsewhere - Niel is most interested in what happened instead of what is happening. He isn't unkind, he is just distracted.
Other: N/A
Race: Xeno Elf
Age: 130
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 195
Build: small
Other Descriptive Info:
Runic Element: Time
Runic Affinity: Past
Personality: Aloof, mind elsewhere - Niel is most interested in what happened instead of what is happening. He isn't unkind, he is just distracted.
Other: N/A
#18
The Town Crier / Advertising At RPG-D
Last post by mythus - Jul 12, 2026, 01:02 PMIn order to hopefully attract forum roleplayers, I have advertised the forum at RPG-D.
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RPG-Directory is one of the largest advertising, resource, and services boards for English-language text-based role-players.
We strive to provide a great community full of discussion, resources, and services for all creative writers who take part in text-based roleplay in various ways, including forums, Discord, Tumblr, and more! We are a place where you can find places to write, people to write with, and all the resources you need to start your own roleplay.
Our great community has been going 17 years strong and can't wait to welcome you.
Please click the image above if you would like to come check us out![/align]
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WHO ARE WE | INDEX | DIRECTORY | DISCUSSION | REQUESTS | RESOURCES
RPG-Directory is one of the largest advertising, resource, and services boards for English-language text-based role-players.
We strive to provide a great community full of discussion, resources, and services for all creative writers who take part in text-based roleplay in various ways, including forums, Discord, Tumblr, and more! We are a place where you can find places to write, people to write with, and all the resources you need to start your own roleplay.
Our great community has been going 17 years strong and can't wait to welcome you.
Please click the image above if you would like to come check us out![/align]
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