P-Jay

Waiting he slowly turned around to get a better look at this surroundings. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this place has quite the history, now you must forgive my ignorance, I'm merely a wonderer at this point looking for knowledge, does this place  have a tale or two... maybe three?" he turned back around, directing his question towards the bartender 

One of the griffons perked up at the mention of stories--he was dark grey, cloaked nearly completely, and looked elderly, as he shuffled to meet Rhetoric's request. Sitting in the stool next to him, and giving a smile with a cracked beak.

He spoke with an scarcely used voice-box, "why, I do believe this ol' bugger has a few stories he could share. Two, that're really interesin'. I could tell you aaaall about Mount Kaalro, or about how our little hamlet in the mountains came to be."

The female griffon from before set a mug of stout on the table. "First round's on me."

And that was exactly what he was going to do.  He got up from his seat and walked to the next car, completely ignoring Ice and his apparent friend, though one look at his eyes would tell them that he was still irritated at the Earth Pony.

 

As he walked into the tavern, he took a seat at the bar, and waved his hoof at the bartender.  "I would like a strong drink, please."

The stallion from behind the counter--wearing a Hawaiian shirt, with a mostly brown color scheme, save for the black messy hair--looked at him over skeptically, before making a condescending smile with a raised eyebrow. 

"Sorry bud, but I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't ask for an I.D. You don't look over twenty-one."

In all of his travels, it was rather typical to get lost. Of course that would imply that he knew where he was going or knew where he had been, which more often then not, he didn't. 

 

However despite this, Griffon Stone was not a place he expected to find himself, let alone this town at the base of a moutain

 

"... Well a pony should get to know other cultures, and what better place to do that then a Griffon tavern?" he told himself, as was common, little did he know the importance of this village or the moutain in the distance 

 

At the moment he just wanted a drink and pushing the door to what was obvious the tavern he did his best not to feel out of place and walked up to the bar "Um yes a stout please..." 

The griffon from behind the counter--a female, with blue-and-black feathers--stared at him curiously for a moment. As if pondering why he was here, or any drives he might have. Completely oblivious to the fact that he was just lost, she smiled for a moment. 

"...Sure. Haven't had that order in a while, lemme see if we have any...Well, any that're fresh." She added that last comment, looking under the counter, and scowling as if she saw some sludge bubbling in a container. Hurrying to check the backroom, if they had any unopened, preserved stout. 

Rhetoric would start to feel watched, as he waited. Just about every being in that tavern, watching him, sizing him up, as if they all expected him to be some hero from where he hailed from...Boy were they wrong...

OOC:

'One who wields a blade, does so for only oneself. The life of a warrior is not inspired by justice, nor evil, nor moral--but the ambition to change the world. One mustn't allow one's vision to be blurred, by pain nor emotion, whilst one pursues his desires. For one's life is not ended by the pain of death. It ends, once one has abandoned his dream.'

~Griffonstone inscription, before the fall of the kingdom.

i hope you'll have a consistent posting schedule, altmile. XD accepted.

and this is where i close off new players. sorry magos. XD

@, 

do you have a character page for your oc?

ill start the roleplay momentarily. please keep in mind, the area where this will be taking place.

http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/mlp/images/a/a4/Map_of_Equestria_2015.jpg/revision/20151205072352

the Mountain is Northeast of Griffonstone, inclined towards slightly more uncharted land. Feel free to have your character discover the mountain--dubbed Kaalro Mountain, respectively--by however means you deem creative enough. This ranges from stumbling across the mountain right off the bat, to having heard about it in fables passed down in your family line. 

@, 

Please reply as soon as possible, whether or not you wish to partake. 

Also, please note that other then scenario, I myself will be doing very little roleplaying, aside from the challenges on the mountain, as well as the being at the end. 

May I join with my OC, Copper Strikes?

 

Link is right here.  And he doesn't really rely on magic that much.

okay, accepted...but i dont think he'll like this rp much. 

*casually sneaks Tyra into the list*

*smol viking axe Nordic pone is accepted*

Well, he's pretty powerful, but if he uses his magic too much, he'll exhaust himself and be practically a sitting duck. I designed Damien that way so he would be strong, but not too strong.

link?

AH what the heck I'm feeling spunky, I'm going to put Rhetoric into the mix, if thats ok, its time Equestria re examines what exactly a hero is. 

perhaps he'll give new meaning to the mountain itself...accepted

Well if there's still room, how could I not want to participate? Initiate phase one; power up the B.A.S.S. Cannon!

 

https://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/lorec-krin-r6942

....................................FIRE.

I guess I'll join with Ice if it means something enough.

glad to have you aboard. XD accepted. 

This looks promising. Can i join with this oc?

 

http://orig15.deviantart.net/c22e/f/2014/017/0/e/mah_new_ocee_by_theimperialcondesce-d72m4od.png

maybe consider a few revisions. 

Are non-op Alicorns permitted?

define 'non-op', in your terms. 

"Okay. Taking too damn long." She rocketed back up to the deck. and landed at the first mast. "Like this'll need to go anywhere after I'm done with it."  She squatted down to the base, dug her hooves in, and began to lift, ramping up the pressure to whatever she needed out of her 5 ton lift capacity to tear the mast out.

The mast would crack once, before beginning to topple over. Naturally, it tore out most of the deck it was planted in, with it. Ropes began to snap, as she lifted it more, sending various small tremors run down the wood. The ship itself seemed to rock slightly, as she wrenched it out. 

Hopefully, those ropes weren't needed for anything important. 

Meanwhile, Firebeak had climbed down to the cannon alley, making an effort to pick up a cannon from it's positioned set, and making a slow effort to drag it towards the hole he made...

Naga, still sweating profusely from his hurried attempt to find Caliber, took a moment to regain his composure. after a short breather, he raised his head, and the monk's eyes finally met Caliber's. These were not the sparkling orbs of a wayward holy pony who cherished all life. No, these were the eyes of a pony wrought with sickness and worry.

 

Placing both of his forehooves upon Caliber's shoulders, Naga would attempt to speak plainly. Keeping his voice barely above a whisper, he leaned in close, as if he were about to tell his dear freind a secret that could potentially ruin him from this point on. " The Stormbringer, Galtos... He's comin', and yer the reason, I tell ye! Remember what we spoke about, many moons ago in the bosom o' the sweet Everfree? "

He frowned further, as he took time to relay the news. Anything that could change a mood like Naga's usual attitude was sure to be quite the reality check. 

A cold, icy feeling had started to build in his spine, as he wondered just how terrible the news might be, before the monk finally relayed his info. At first, confusion started to build, before realization hit. 

"Oh--him?!" He took a step back, looking slightly puzzled, trying to recall details on the Stormbringer. "Yeah, yeah, I remember...He's coming to Equestria--to Bangcolt? For me?"

It was at this moment, Naga might see a flicker of doubt, that was almost immediately swallowed by a wave of determination. "Then...How long do I have, until I fight him?"

RP:

"There are many ways, to determine if one is a legend in his own right. Glory, spread across a world. Followers, cheering in every battle. A bloodline of warriors, pulsing through your veins."

"But the wise know those who posses these attributes, will be forgotten in time."

"Simply put, they have not yet become legendary."

"..."

"There is a mountain, west of Equestria, and north of Griffonstone. Perilous, daunting, and above all, deadly, this mountain has been the focus of those seeking everlasting glory, for as long as it's existed."

"Ponies, griffons, minotaurs, and more have all attempted to scale it...Few have come back."

"The few that did, however, told of a dragon, who possesses a mark of honor for the ages. A scale they each produced in turn, confirmed that this was no tall-tale."

"They speak of this dragon, as if the mere fact they've met him, has engraved their name in a stone of age which will last forever."

"..."

"Will you brave the mountain, and rise to their ranks?"

---

Heyoo! Action/Adventure roleplay, here. I'm looking for 3-5 people to join, and see if they might add their stories to the ranks of heros. Do note that this roleplay will be heavily focused on combat--and a lot of it.

Fighters that rely purely on magic are welcomed, but might not get the ending they want.

With that out of the way...Who's in?

Luster pulled her hoof out of the bow of the ship analyzing shaking the granules out as she analyzed them. While the numbers were being crunched, she cocked back that same hoof. "One down." And punched the hull next to the hole with another 3 or 4 tons of force. "As many more as it takes to sink this dingy, to go." She cocked back and delivered punch after punch. 

It would be slow-going, understandably, trying to punch the ship enough to make an actual difference. The more holes she made, however, the more she realized just what part of the ship she was making a hole in--grain was pouring out, dumping into the ocean. Bags, hundreds of pounds of the stuff, all leaking a steady trail out from the ship. Which in due time, might attract a hungry critter or two...

But mainly, scuffling around was heard in a room a few meters away--near the middle-side of the ship, as she punched away.

"...Hey if it ain't broke don't fix it. Just improve on it." She levitated out her sniper rifle and her Baretta 92 pistol and M40 military issue sniper rifle, fixing the bayonet to that as well. "As much as I like playing hide and go seek and destroy..." she kicked on her hover jets and flight stabilizers She unfurled her wings and flew off the deck, hovering to just above sea level. 

 

"I think I'll play battleship instead." With a backhoof containing 3 tons of force, she connected. 

Luster's hoof would immediately break through the bow of the ship, with no dramatic consequences whatsoever. Her foot, invisible within the ship, would for a moment, start to feel a...Well, she would--if she were organic--feel a shifting sensation. As if sand were trickling into her, between the chinks, between the joints...

Firebeak himself remained silent, within the ship.

*Clank!*

 

The blade connected with Luster's forehoof...and dented it. 

 

She looked at the 'wound', then to him. A melancholic expression adorned her metal features.  

 

"...you're about 29,000 psi short of what you need to pierce my aluminum exoskeleton. I could've dodged. Deflected even. But I didn't. Why? Because this-" she motioned to the stab. "doesn't hurt. This...doesn't bleed. This... doesn't need to be concerned with saftey. This isn't bothered by fatigue or exhaustion. This can think as fast as light. This...is the future of warfare unveiled. Showing the way ponykind will march into the future. And you've wondered off, and gotten yourself left behind." 

 

With him so close, she magnetically pointed her shotgun and assault rifle.

 

"I'll send notice to that economic rats nest of a failed state you call the Griffon Kingdom, that their favorite Johnny Depp look alike has died. Again." And fired. 

He growled, when it did minimal damage, and she sprouted how much it would take to properly cause an injury, and went on to ridicule him. Although, to his mind, he registered only one thing. 

A necessity for 29,000 pounds of force.

As she pulled the triggers, oddly enough, her semi-automatic rifle didn't fire--only a single round shot, which scraped past his cheek. In her little speech, he had ejected the ammo clip, and slid it away in his pocket for future use. The shotgun was evaded by a quick flip into the air, landing a ways from her.

"...Future of warfare, huh?" He raised his head, to blatantly laugh at her. "You're a piece of metal...That relies on what ponies have apparently created, inventions so simple that a hatchling could figure out how it works, so long as it's demonstrated a few times. You pull triggers, and use your shelling as armor to block attacks. But here's the thing...Those are nothing new."

"You're nothing more then a cheap knock-off, of what already exists."

His gaze drifted to the post, in the middle of the ship. At the railings. At the floor wood...

He took a swig of the mystery liquid. Rose a claw, and smashed the floor under him--dumping him into the dark cellar of the ship, where he could presumingly begin to hide...

its about...

lemme put it this way. an original character, is something you invest time and effort, into making it glorious. and a gender, matters in the long run, about as much as the color scheme, backstory, or personality. a character is a work of art--so why limit your creativity to one gender? 

there's no real reason why i play as female characters, other then a character was needed to add an ingredient to a story, and that character just so happened to be a female. 

it opens a world of possibility, of new personalities, and backstories. because look at it this way...

as a writer, if you were to write a story, would it really be only males, without a female in sight?

"Oh look at that. He got a boost from...somewhere. Still though, you've jumped from the speed of a snail to a donkey cart. And you're racing an SR-71. You're faster than sound, but your not thinkign at the speed of light."

 

She swung the cutlass where she anticipated he'd strike.

Firebeak had braced a metal-coated claw, and attacked at the swinging sword, with next to no regard for his health. When Luster attacked, the rusted, era-old blade broke on contact, sending a few shards flying away...

But his other claw snaked outwards, to catch a piece of the blade, gripping it, and stabbing downwards with it...Aiming for a [racism 3], in her exoskeleton. With his power, and speed almost doubled, it should be an attack next to impossible to read...

But then again, y'know, robots.

Bangcolt is never dead. Only frozen. XD

I'll type up a post as soon as I get to my computer. God knows how long Denis has been waiting on me. XD

what a coincidence. 

due to general inactivity on the forums, plus an extreme lack of creativity--cant even muster up any motivation for my fics--i regret to inform everyone im dropping out. 

sorry. XD

Gene had backed off from the lab, ever so slightly, when the trainers started to walk out. Watching them seemingly compare their newly acquired pokemon, talking amongst eachother, introducing eachother. 

He felt oddly left out--which was a first, for him. After all, he was never bothered about not being part of the group, why would that change now?

Regardless, he decided on letting his Rattata out from it's pokeball, having his small companion bounce onto his shoulder, approaching the group.

"Hi-ho! Veterans or rookies?" He asked casually, when he was within earshot. 

Gene exhaled. For the last few years since he started his pokemon journey, he had dedicated most--if not all--of his time, to bonding with his pokemon and traveling the land. From Jhoto, he had traveled to Kanto, and through Hoenn, Shinnoh, Unova, Kalos...He'd experienced so many things--and seen so much more. But, upon arriving in this new region, he wondered if this would be the place he would actually find friends. A word here, or a helping hand there, just wasn't enough for him to call another 'friend', from the other regions he had visited. 

Walking around the city he had stumbled into, he wondered if this was the place people would begin their own journeys. Looking up and down the streets, walking past a building numerous people were entering, and--wait, why were they all going in? Was there an event? 

He peeked through a window, blinking in surprise at the numerous trainers filling out forms. Realization struck, upon locating the professor, at the end of the floor, reading over a few forms. 

He took a mental note of the people within, and wondered exactly how experienced they were--although, if they were being given their first pokemon, probably not very much so. He decided he'd wait outside, to see if any of them walking through would need help. After all, that would be quite the way to achieve a friend. 

Name: Gene H. Wilder

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Trainer Class: Normal

Home town: Blackthorn

Biography: Gene is from Jhoto, Blackthorn City. As he grew in his environment, he naturally, was drawn towards the Gym in the area--quickly becoming 'that guy' that tells you about the Gym's Pokemon types, match-ups, and general nature of the Gym Leader, that resides at the start of the Gym, next to the statues. But unlike the other informants, he found himself watching challengers, as they went along...How they battled, how his own Gym Leader retaliated, he made it a point to record exactly how some Pokemon were felled, by easier means--or how some Pokemon triumphed, over cunning strategies. Every afternoon, after schooling, he would spend his time in the Gym, and simply observe. Years passed, and he eventually caught a Rattata, for himself, and began his own adventure.

But he would have an edge, over other novices. After years, of watching experts fight for years, he had picked up quite a few ways of battling--and had even memorized various strategies, for various Pokemon he might fight against. Using naught but a Rattata, he would often times rise to any challenge presented to him...And conquer it, with flying colors.

Personality: Gene has a rather self-confident personality, often times, he can be seen with a smug smirk playing at his lips. He's, contradictorily enough, both an extrovert, and introvert. He has no problem, sitting in the sidelines, and observing the world around him--nor is he shy, in mingling with others, when he feels there's a valuable connection to be made. Suave, flowing, and knowledgeable, he's possibly one of the greater conversationalists of his generation, gifted with a knack for drawing people in with his alluring mystic. Generally, an easy-going person, who introduces himself to people he finds either popular or powerful...Although, oddly enough, he doesn't seek out the top dog, in hopes of being popular...

Ambitions - Conquering the Pokemon League

Skills and Advantages - His experience from watching Gym Leaders and expert trainers has instilled a rather strategic mindset in his person--and he'd often times know peculiar weaknesses a species might have. Such as knowing an Onix is just long enough, to be tangled up in itself, or that a Wobbuffet's tail is a weak point. There's a reason he's been doing just fine, with just two Pokemon, after all...

I guess your character could feasibly work, assuming that there is at least one trainer that hasn't already gone on a journey, though would it be possible for him to start off with the same Pokemon as everyone else? I want things to be as fair as possible.

considering the fact that he likely isn't going to be using anything other then a rattata, and raticate, i think he's pretty balanced enough as it is. because it'll be no time at all before other's starter pokemon get stronger then his own. 

alrighty, ill see about joining this. but i have a single request.

Your journey will begin with your first post arriving at Professor Zelkovia’s lab in Medowrue city to receive your starter Pokémon. In your post, you will approach the terminal and enter a minimum of seven different Pokémon types. You will then be given the choice of one out of three lvl5 'starter' Pokémon. These will have been randomly-generated Pokémon at the first stage of an evolution family of at least two stages. Choose the one you want, name it if you wish, and set off (don’t forget your Rod!) into the world of Pokémon to begin your adventure!

the character i wanna use for this rp, kinda isnt a novice. i would like to enter a character, that is less a protagonist, and more a guide. like that guy who teaches you how to catch pokemon--only, he keeps popping in. he might even pose as a milestone, or rival, the same way an aspiring boxer might one day hope to fight the champion, for the other rp'ers. XD

point is, my character's pokemon will be around lvl 20-30, if that would be acceptable. 

okay.....NOW im back. sorry everyone, simply put, got hit in the face with a bad case of lazy. and fimfiction. 

basically what happened is that riverclan trespassed, and now windclan is attacking, right?

................i feel like the 2.0 SparBot would've been a better opponent, then Firebeak. XD

Naga fluttered his wings weakly as he panted, tongue hanging out as the sweat dropped from his brow. Turning his gaze towards Caliber, the peculiar monk did not grace his friend with his usual, goofy smile and cheery demeanor. How could he, with what he had to relay to his dear companion? " Finally! Been Lookin' fer you over an hour, this monk has! "

 

Naga closed the space between them at a rather sluggish pace. With the amount of energy that Naga had exuded in the past, one would have found it impossible for him to appear as dogged as this. Clearly, Naga had expended all of his energy into locating the swordspony. Worse yet, whatever Naga had searched him out for must've carried a great burden upon the monk's mind, for he always carried a grin that was nearly indelible, currently nowhere to be seen. Now as close to Caliber as he had needed to be, Naga hung his head downward, his braided mane claking the golden rings that had been woven into it loudly. Still panting, he placed a hoof on Caliber's shoulder, and spoke with the tiredness of an overworked farmer. " Caliber... A storm be upon the high winds blowin' from the East... "

Caliber blinked, at the news. A storm, from the east? Normally, he would dismiss this, because a storm is naught but a storm, but...The way Naga looked as if he were desperate to warn him of something, the way he almost seemed wary of an approaching threat, made him hesitate. 

Was the storm a metaphor, for something?

"Woah, calm down there bud," he said, taking a step back from the monk, "lets try this again. Storm...High winds...East. What's it mean?"

Luster's sensors began their anylysis. Her thermal imaging noted the tempreature spike, while her x-rays noted the mending of bones.

 

"An opponent that cannot die. Cogratulations, you've just made thigns worse for yourself. Now I can offically disable my mercy function. Cause if you can't die, it won't matter wheather or not I use my deadliest weapons & tactics." She said. her words sounding disjointed & monotone. Like they were plucked from different sentences.

 

She levitated her AK-47 into the air next to her shotgun. The former aiming at his core and spine. The latter at his limbs.

 

She cocked and opened fire. A torrent of buckshot and fragmenting hollowpoints heading Firebeak's way.

Firebeak continued writhering, as the resounding bangs were heard, the bullets approaching him...But at the last moment, his head shot up, and snapped his head to look directly at Luster. 

His eyes clearer. And much more alert...

His wings flexed, and streaked to the side, rapidly making his way closer to Luster, flanking her...

Luster noted the sword was flying towards her. Just as planed. She unfolded her right wing and moved it across her face, deflecting the blade to the left, only scratching her armor. As the blade moved, the metal feathers encircled the handle, and clinched it. Firmly in her grip, she pulled the cutlass back, angling Firebeak's blade in front of her eye. Right where the musket round was coming in. 

 

"So freaking slow. I might as well be playing pong at this point."

 

Seeing how ineffectual her current ammo was,  Luster began unloading, switching out the ammo in her shotgun. From bird shot, to buck shot."

Firebeak had retreated once more, into the sky, to hide behind the sails, moving this way and that, to further conceal where he was. This thing wasn't ordinary. It wasn't even alive. He growled, hearing the buckshot continue to fire, tearing apart his ship, feeling whatever emotion he still had start to boil. 

The feeling rose, inflating in his chest, before he exhaled...And curiously enough, it was pure steam. He felt his decayed, broken down body start to repair itself...Painfully so. Enough to make him drop, from his hiding spot, and land against the ground with a thud, withering in pain...

...Luster would see that it wasn't because of her own attacks.

ah. lets just assume Redear is just chilling with the other medicine cats, not saying anything