[color=rgb(218,165,32);]Life is harsh in Bara Magna. Ain't nothin' but sand and heat and decent folk can't live off either o' those. Head out into the wilderness and you ain't gonna find anything that wont try t' use your bones for toothpicks. Nothin' else out there but the sand and the heat…[/color]
[color=rgb(218,165,32);]Oh, and a quiet little town called Desolation.[/color]
[color=rgb(218,165,32);]The town was founded years ago by the Fire Tribe, metal-grubbin' hot-heads that they were, mid-way between the furnaces they called home and the great arena of Atero. Dropped it right on top of sinkhole sittin' on a rich vein of exsidian, with a lake nearby for drinkin' and powerin' water-wheels. That this put it in the ominously named Creep Canyons did not figure into their careful calculations. Nor did the Ice Tribe's interest in keeping their…whats that word…mono-polly on exisdian. The two almost had their Glatorian come to blows over ownership of the town afore making an agreement to share. With the two tribes backin' it the place became a boom town, flourishing as long as they were pullin' exsidian out the ground.[/color]
[color=rgb(218,165,32);]Which, these last three years, they haven't been.[/color]
[color=rgb(218,165,32);]The vein dried up. No more fancy metal. So no more interest from the hot-heads or the cold-hearts. The place has been gettin' by on passin' trade and the curiosity of travellin' folks but make no mistake, the town called Desolation is sick and dying. It has become infamous as a haven for those whose activities are of a…dubiously legal bent. Thieves and smugglers and crooks of every colour infested the town like a plague of black-hearted crows, and quickly established themselves as under no law. The old Sheriff used to stand up to them where he could, and did a lot to keep the town feelin' fresh and polished even if it were rustin' underneath, but this last month he were found lyin' in his office, stricken with a killin' blow to the head that was, accordin' to everyone, completely accidental. And if you buy that I got something that came out the backside of my Sand Stalker I'd like to sell ya. [/color]
[color=rgb(218,165,32);]Thing is, we already got a new guy willin' to take up the sheriff's star. And he might even be able to give this town a bit of a fixin' up. Just one slight problem. This new sheriff? He be one o' them Skrall…[/color]
[color=rgb(139,69,19);]Welcome to Desolation. Population: You. Its a small town on Bara Magna out the way of the other major settlements and, ever since it stopped mining exsidian, out of their thoughts. As such the honest folk who used to make a living there have become beset by outlaws who use the place as a safe refuge. And since the only person willing to act as the town's sheriff in the face of these rogues is a naturally suspicious Skrall, the townsfolk are between the devil and the deep blue sea. [/color]
[color=rgb(139,69,19);]Will you play as a humble townie just trying to make their way in life? A noble swordswinger trying to clean the town up vigilante style? Or one of the outlaws themselves, growing rich and fat off the labour of others?[/color]
Currently no limits on character creation. Just fill out a profile, get it approved and off you go.
Name: Black Buck
Appearance: He's…a Skrall. Long of limb and spiky of armour. Though he has replaced the black of his armour for dark red in an effort to fit in more, an effort that is somewhat negated by the long black coat he wears, complete with matching stetson
Equipment: Skrall shield and longsword. Thornax launcher
History: The Skrall with no name turned up in Desolation the very day the Glatorian previously holding the role of sheriff was killed. This, naturally, made people a bit wary of him. People tend not to believe in coincidence in Desolation. Even when he took up the mantle of town sheriff himself the suspicion barely lifted. People started referring to him as "that black buckethead" which became abbreviated into his informal name even when he ditched the black armour in favour of crimson.
Despite the ill-will that surrounds him like a cloud he's actually been one of the most effective forces for good in the town, breaking up many cartels and crime-rings that would have driven the town all the swifter to its doom.
[color=rgb(255,215,0);]Desolation is only a small town, but it has many places that have become hubs for activity in one form or another...[/color]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);]Madam Imadam's: A humble inn run by a Water Tribe Agori under the pseudonym of Imadam, it is a tavern and boozer to the regular locals, and a hotel and stables to the passing company who are only staying in Desolation for a day or two. It is one of the few places to remain consistently profitable in these hard times, enough to maintain the building which is twice the size of any other in the town. Imadam herself is a useful friend to have, as she and her staff often her many secrets spilled by tongues loosed by drink...[/color]
[color=rgb(255,140,0);]Slim Sideways: Like Imadam's this is a place you can go to get a drink and play a round of cards with your pals. Its a bit more...low-rent than that establishment though, and refrains from offering rooms. It gets the name because it was one of the last places to be built in Desolation, and the competition for space forced it to be built on the sinkhole itself. As such, half the building is actually built vertically, clinging to the rock wall. Little porches are set into the walls for tables and chairs, with stairs running to and from them. This...unnerving situation puts off a lot of folk, so the place has become a mainstay for the shadier customers, who value the privacy.[/color]
Sheriff's Office: A simple squarish box of a room in the centre of Desolation. This gives it a very sturdy look, only enhanced by the hefty stone work that went into constructing it. And what shows on the surface is only half the building, as there is another layer underground; a lock-up intended to more securely hold longer-term prisoners, at least before it became impractical to do so.
[color=rgb(128,0,0);]Ghost Street: Four main streets spear out from the centre of Desolation, looking like a X from above, and Ghost Street is the one that runs north-west. It used to be the route people heading to Iconox would take, and as the exsidian business died out, so did Ghost Street. People living there either moved on or moved out, leaving the street a dusty shell of its former self. Its a bitter reminder of the fate in store for the entire town, so people rarely go there, leaving it for the silence and tumbleweeds.[/color]
[color=rgb(0,0,0);]Church of the Beast: Nobody rightly knows who built the Church of the Beast, or why. It stands just outside the town, though can easily be reached by following the south-east road known as Church Street, a strange lopsided construction made of what appears to be wattle and daub...except where there should be rods and sticks to support it are glistening white bones. The bones are from any species living in the desert, no preference has been made, and the run through the Church as they would have done through their original owners. Most notably there is a skull of something huge and horned that nobody has been able to identify hanging on the lintel of the main doors, staring down at all who enter, which gives the Church its name. The townsfolk have left the Church standing as the tourism generated by curious visitors is one of the few things keeping the town alive.[/color]
- BZP Rules apply, obviously
- No god-modding (e.g. controlling someone else's character, having your character do something impossible). And if someone god-modes against you, don't do it back, tell a Staffie
- This is a Text-Based RPG, so to join in you post what is basically a miniature story for what is currently happening to your character
- Don't bunny (meaning control extensively) other peoples characters without their permission
- No silliness such as suddenly firing cream pies from your Thornax. Believe me, it's not as funny as you think
- Don't glory hog or continuously degrade someone else's character
- Use IC for In-Character and OOC for Out-Of-Charactere.g:IC: The Agori leapt from ledge to ledge, trying to escape the enraged Rock SteedOOC: Hey Randommember1, care to join in?
A big thanks to all who have RPed with me, making me better at it in the process, and everyone who has criticised and advised me to make my ideas better as well.