A Rising Resistance and a Falling Empire

@Sky  
Aaand thats the closest thing I have so far, thanks)

The more I look at the name of this rp the more I hear the star wars intro)

Name: Crystalline  
Race: Aquatic changeling  
Age: 25  
Description: Dark blue chitin, black midsection, long black hair with neon blue spots, holes are filled in with a transparent neon blue glowing substance, glowing eyes are the same color throughout. Unlike most changelings she has a shark like tail with transparent fins, as well as larger dragonfly like wings to compensate for the extra weight. Figure wise she’s tall-ish coming in at 6 feet, bottom heavy figure. General appearance (Yes ponytown. Sue me) Armor and figure ref  
Strengths: She’s a changeling, able to adapt to different environments without much difficulty, or alter her appearance as she sees fit. Her chitin can also form a natural armor at the cost of some mobility.  
Weakness: She is unable to alter her form beyond what would be considered humanoid, and using anything beyond basic spells or her own natural abilities can be quite taxing, as can hovering or flying for extended periods.  
Weapons and Armour: Heavy crossbow, homemade repeating bow, custom made glaive (blades can be detached for storage or used separately from handle). Her armor isn’t made to directly stop attacks but rather to provide magic resistance and slight healing effects.
 
Why are you here: Just a bug looking for some adventure in her life….

Oooo)

@Praedyth  
(Bubble butt bug bum)

@Sky  
Yes.)

Is there still a room for more players?

Mhm

Name: Rameshvara  
Age: 23
 
Race & Description: Selachian, 7’4’’, with a robust, lean physique. Digitigrade legs, & a long scythelike thresher-tail.
 
Strengths: Tactically flexible with his weapon of choice, & can stalk prey to shoot them at extremely close ranges.  
Weakness: Besides his armor, he bleeds just as readily as most other folks–if stabbed under the armpits, between the leg and groin, or his unprotected head. (his neck though is surrounded by the collar of his gambeson; great for preventing decapitation)
 
Weapons: Cranequin arbalest with sheaves of assorted bolt-types, a hunting sword, & if convoked to arms, a pavise.  
Armour: A full-body brigandine ensemble, superimposed over a gambeson worn for warmth and extra protection.
 
Why are you here: Fletcher & arrowhead blacksmith by trade who lives nearby, visiting Liqu to sell his craft to hunters.  
Aspirations: Adventure. Enjoys his independence, but almost feels a bit “too content” with his comfortable life. Ever since he took part in a posse at the age of 13 to track down a dangerous criminal, he’s volunteered for every local manhunt since then. Deep down, he wants to pillage, fight, & even murder, but not to the detriment of nice folks.

When we starting @Nyanta

Use the reply button to “at” people
 
However we will start next week some time….ish

Aw fuck it.
 
THE RP IS IN ITS PRE PHASE! THE STROY HAS NOT STARTED BUT YOU ARE ALL IN LIQU!
 
liqu was bustling with life! Preparations for the local festival were underway! Decorations set up, food being cooked…the bar being fully stocked of courze
 
you may all decide where to be and what to do. You must stay within the boundaries of Liqu
 
get to know each other if you wish! Once I have the a okayxfrom everyone…..we begin!

@NyantaStarhunt  
“Ah, the Harvest festival at Liqu, the one day in the year even the emperor himself should be envious, warm bread, fresh butter, new wine, if one could live like a king, work like a prince and eat like a town speaker, that man would know a life free of worries. i salivate at the mere thought of the festivities.”
 
Apep: “master royal i must plead that you do not attempt to mingle, the crowds can pack quite tightly a good place for a hidden knife to find its mark, shielded between the peasantry.”
 
Garth: “we could MAKE room if it comes to it sir, as a noble surely you would prefer some distance.”
 
“neither of you will do any such thing to these fine people, not only do i trust them, but you, iron veteran, are the one carrying our coin, and you, ranger of mine, keep hold of any other valuables, what would be stolen from me, a few scraps of silk?  
neither i nor any other of the noble feywing have ever even garnered enough attention by the public to be known as nobles, that aside, the arcane father is watching over all feywings, no one that fears the gods would touch me.”
 
the two bodyguards quiet down at that, it was not wrong, royal was a noble, technically, but his unimpressive frame, lack of reputation and the fear of the gods were probably better shields to him than the two of them could be.
 
“now enough of that, i wish to see if they have already started juicing fruit.”
 
with that the miniature noble fluttered off to the beverages.

the town bustles with life and joy villagers helping each other. People laughing and cheering. Stands being set up!
 
 
@Cerebrate  
to the royals delight a stand for drinks has been set up
 
 
@Fizzler  
to the goblins delight her hob dog finds som chemicals

When she arrives at the tent she brings out a list and clears her throat to the one tending it
 
Fizzler: Ahem, good day. I need 1 vial of trolls blood, 1 vial of scorpion venom, 2 death-cap Mushrooms, a small pouch of flash powder and a large bottle of basilisk saliva
 
Gets them from her trusty corgi
 
Thank you

@NyantaStarhunt  
the diminutive lordling nearly squeaks out in joy, GArth soon catching up to talk to the vendor.
 
Garth: “how much for the mini drake to keep getting refills all night? no i’m serious he’ll probably dry your stand up.”

In the town’s busy marketplace, an imposing selachian noticeably stands out from the other quaint vendors, expounding the details of his wares to a group of hunters visiting Liqu. Convinced, the hunters buy themselves a few assorted bundles of bolts and arrows; mostly for hunting small game upon grass or safely shooting prey in flight, but a few of the more expensive kind for quickly bleeding out large beasts.
 
@Praedyth  
As Matthew passes through the market; “…Nice cowl. Are you local, er, eh, visiting like the hunters?” ^_<-<

@Cerebrate  
the tendor chuckles if that be your case sir then the bar may be more to your liking. buttt about 250 gold
 
 
@Fizzler  
the vendor chuckles not often I get a goblin! 75 gold then little lady
 
@everyone (ya boi needs to sleep soon i have a new shift rotation for work. I will rp as best as i can till i pass out%. If you ever need something to do…the bar is a good place to chat!%)

@NyantaStarhunt  
“he’s not one for actual alcohol, but freshly pressed juice he could die happy drowning in that.”
 
a somewhat weighty bag lands in the vendor’s hand.
 
“and he’s saved up for the occasion for a long time by now.”
 
 
@Coriolanus  
Apep meanwhile had slithered up to the selachean, being an apt archer himself he was closely intrigued by the arrows, though the hunting selection on display only seemed to offer small game.