WickedCadrach

mysterious lady

First off, yes. Even in base concept, I'm interested. Savage Worlds or FATE could work; I think I would lean FATE just because the system scales really easily and you wouldn't have to do much to have mechs and people outside of mechs in the same scene interacting. If we go with bio-mechs, here's how I would frame Sexy Mech Adventure (going to repeat some of what was said earlier here, too): Players are all on the same team (rebels taking down a corrupt gov sounds great). Your one-mind/one-body sync with your mech is based on having a good relationship with it, possibly a sexual or romantic one for best sync. (encouraging pilot x mech play) Mechs are hyper-sensitive to their pilot's subconscious, so friction with their squad-mates can result in mechs failing or going rogue while the squad is trying to work as a team. So yes, you need to sync with your mech, but you also need be in sync with your squad (encouraging pilot x pilot play). From there, we get some fun stuff to consider, like, are we just fighting opposing military/mech units? Do we want mech vs. kaiju stuff? If enemy pilots don't have that intimacy with their mechs, do they come from a repressed society (something like 'all clones', 'romance is forbidden because it conflicts with one's loyalty to the state', and stuff like that)?

Fel's description of the Soulmonger's power, alongside Syndra's confirmation of the implications, made Inoria's stomach clench. The wine seemed to sour in her mouth as she swallowed her current sip, and a sense of foreboding settled over her like a chill morning mist. "That's horrible," she said faintly. "I know of the undead from my training in the temple, and I have studied the Sunite rites to turn them. But I've never seen one before. To think of a continent teeming with them..." Inoria's slim shoulders pinched as a shiver ran through her, though she looked to Felaris afterward and gave her soft look of gratitude. "I'm blessed to be traveling in the company of someone so learned, Felaris." And reaching out, Inoria put a hand over the half-harengon woman's wrist in a chaste show of appreciation and solidarity. At Grom's question, Inoria blinked in nearly scandalized shock. Side-tracked? Distracted by treasure? She nearly said something right then and there. The idea of leaving these people, leaving Lady Syndra and no less, Inoria's own mother, to suffer one more second than was necessary seemed monstrous to her. But despite having spent the last couple weeks in the company of rough men while making her journey south, Inoria felt a renewed sense of intimidation at the dwarf's appearance and blunt nature. So, she held her tongue and silently resolved that if this mercenary was distracted with treasure, she would do as her conscience dictated, even if it meant forging ahead on her own.

Not sure what this says about me that ED is my first and only rp or erp site. Other than here, I've only done tabletop or live call RPGs.

(Will probably feel cringey tomorrow, but tonight it feels right.) Cover me; My cheek within your thigh, Shut out the stars, Those million mocking demons. Close your door, Allow no sound But wind and breath And bending friction Of two bodies vibrating Together To claim the same point in space. My lips tasting yours, Speaking hymns; words pressed Others pulled from you. Feverish, I need your water, I am breathing, too much; I need to drown, and live. My heart folds, folds tighter Against itself, you pull me Against you, and I am no longer Confused. Cover me. Exploring you by fingertips Like a place walked in a dream, I know your shape in this dark. And I whisper into you, Wordless, I whisper into you A new heaven, A new earth To cover me.

Savage Worlds is a ton of fun. Most things I've played in it end up feeling a bit 'pulpy' because of that swingy-ness, but 9 times out of 10, that's not a bad thing. If we're talking about FATE, I'd just as soon say 'Sex' is the skill and let Stunts and Aspects round out everything else. I could maybe see a case for dividing it 'Topping' and 'Bottoming' as separate skills, but it doesn't feel intuitively necessary. (I want to like GURPS so bad, and it never works for my groups, lol. I don't know how that crunch gets us everytime)

I definitely think you were onto something. May just be something to check the waters on from time to time. Futa-alien Mech Pilots vs Kaiju Tentacle Monsters sounds like a job for FATE. Then again, I say that every time someone throws out a concept I don't know a more specific system for, lol

I feel your pain. Achieving escape velocity against Dungeons & Dragons is maybe the greatest struggle for any RPG player.

Sometimes that's the way it goes, *le sigh* It was still fun to talk about the game a bit. Maybe some interest will crop up later.

Same. It is the perfect chair to curl up in. Not guilty. Have done waxing and shaving at various times, and at this point, I'm over it all. Just wash yourself and keep clean. The next person has a tattoo they regret.

A genuine smile touched Inoria's lips as she listened to Syndra recount her death and timely resurrection at the hands of a cleric of Sune, the Lady of love, the Firehair. Inoria touched a finger to the holy symbol around her neck, nodding as she heard the former-adventurer's words. It was true. Even back near Neverwinter, her temple had been able to do nothing for those afflicted by the curse. Inoria's thoughts drifted to her mother again. She would no doubt be feeling the same pains Syndra was struggling with soon. As she stared at the masked woman, she could almost imagine her mother in her place, rasping... struggling to hold on to the life she had left. Blinking, Inoria refocused with a sip of the sweet wine, letting the bit of warmth it gave sooth her as she felt it run down her throat. "The Soulmonger," Inoria echoed, tasting the word and almost feeling its foulness on her tongue. "From your research, have you learned what the Soulmonger looks like?" she asked delicately. "I mean, its form and size. Are we seeking an amulet? A cauldron? A sword?" She didn't wish to pester their host too much, but Inoria could feel the eagerness to begin making her hasty, and her fingernail picked at the engraving on the goblet in her hands as she held it tightly in her lap.

Guilty! Yes. 10/10. Take your foot-prisons back to whatever strap-and-lace-bound hell they came from. Grass and moss and carpet, tile and warm stone—I want to feel all of it. The next person is fond of hats, or at least one particular hat.

Not Guilty. Candles are nice from time to time, but aesthetically I prefer incense and natural light (or lack thereof). Left on their own, the next person prefers to be nude over any sort of outfit.

Did Lady Syndra mispronounce Inoria's name or is that a typo? Happy to play it either way, but didn't want to run with it if it was just an honest mistake.

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Guilty. I'm lucky enough to work from home anyway, but I feel bad for my friends that have had to put up with senseless back-to-office stuff. Next person has a costume in their closet.

Not Guilty. Just got into The Murderbot Diaries and having a lot of fun. Next person has written their own novel/novella/screenplay.

Inoria winced as the cork shot across the room, blinking rapidly while she kept her eyes fixed on their host and prayed that the dwarf hadn't just cracked anything valuable. However, the sight of her tattooed companion holding the opened bottle and looking expectantly up at her broke Inoria out of her momentary paralysis. "Of course. Thank you, Lady Silvane, for your hospitality," she said, and then more quietly, "Thank you, Grom." Picking up a goblet, she held it out for Grom to fill, passing it to Fel before raising a second goblet for herself. She held the white sleeve of her robe back while she did, exposing her pale wrist and safeguarding against any droplets or slips of the wine bottle, and she moved with a practiced grace between her companions as she spoke. "It made my heart glad to receive your invitation, Lady Silvane. I don't know if you remember me, I was only a small child when you met with my father. I am Inoria Val'Beacent, Acolyte of the Temple of Sune at Neverwinter, blood of Lord Gilhava Val'Beacent, given to the Lady of Love." The recitation of the introduction she'd been practicing in the garden came off with the cadence of a poem and Inoria accompanied it with a respectful and deferential bow as she took the offered seat. (Inoria sits, ready to listen)

Hmmm, weird. If it's just me having trouble, then I would guess either I'm filtering something or that particular club is set to filter me? I didn't see anything in my settings that would filter/block any users/clubs. I don't know. Maybe I offended someone when I abruptly ghosted a few years ago... got myself blocked? I suppose it doesn't matter. I'll stop brainstorming, so we can keep the thread Bluebeard's Bride related.

Odd. Yeah, all I see is *frowny face* "Sorry, we can't show this content because you do not have permission to see it."

I can't really say since that club seems to be some kind of 'super secret' club that doesn't appear in my searches or the club directory. But I'll follow your judgement. I am also really curious to try this out.

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Not Guilty-ish. Never say never again, but I started doing a flow-chart of circumstances where I would or wouldn't in my head. Next poster has something within arm's reach (right now) that they've owned for most of their life.

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