((For anyone who didnt get the gist of whats written above, this is a role-play open to any and all characters you may or may not have created. City of Heroes/Villains theme is preferred, but unless your character is god-moding, the rules on that are pretty lax.
The setting is as follows: far out in deep space, beyond the reach of any medium of transportation, be it starship, gateway, or anything else, someone has called a planetary system into existence with the intent of playing a game. As it stands now, there are about five or so planets, with approximately the mass of the Earth (to maintain normal gravity in a natural process) containing every sort of environment that has been discovered to date.
There is a lava world, desert planet, terran climate, swamp world, ocean planet, and an arctic world. Its not so important, and I dont think anyone will need to remember this, but they are in that order from the sun. All the worlds are linked by a portal system that is scattered over every planet. The portals can be destroyed, but will be rebuilt by the powers that gave the system life.
Of course, each piece is offered a reward for participation, but only if it makes it to the end of the game. As said, your character has three tries at this, and if defeated will go to an area of your choosing. At the third and final defeat, your character will return from whence he/she/it came.
This is an open RP, and all general rules of common courtesy apply. Stated again, dont god-mode and you will be fine, which is about the only concrete rule. Oh, and please denote all out-of-character references with an OOC note or double parentheses ((bla)). Well, thats about the size of it. Ill start things off to give an example
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One more thing: I ask that the initial appearance for your characters be made on the terran planet for easier encounters.))
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The General knew he had lost. There was no way out of this one. What had started as a simple robbery had quickly turned into a disaster as soon as that accursed Statesman showed up.
Literally flooring the small squad of men with him with only a few well-placed punches, the General quickly tried every underhanded trick he knew of. But alone, he was no match for the nearly invincible tanker. A fist that felt like a steam shovel crashed into the shadows that had once been his face, and as his world sank into darkness he only hoped the hospital wouldnt charge so much this time
However, as his sight returned, he found himself lying on his back on a lush meadow of grass and flowers, able to see towering mountains and wide-spanning deciduous forests of green in the distance.
General? Sergeant Buckman asked in a groggy tone, rubbing his bald head to clear his mind, Where in sam hill are we?
Delighted that his men were there with him, the General nonetheless knew no answer. But the voice in their heads made it painfully clear
You shall be my first piece. A king and his pawns. Do well, and you shall be greatly rewarded. Fail me, and you fail yourself
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"Cut et awt!"
"Nub, lut cut et awt!"
Prikker and Snikker were your average trolls. Idiots. Brutes. But Prikker had been in Crey's Folly before, and a bit of exposure to Crey fertilization chemicals has changed him for good. Vines follow him everywhere, and he is constantly complaining that he can't "Gerra good klompin' off on any oomies!" Snikker has, however, gone on a far stranger path than his brother. After buying 'dyne from a Council Galaxy, he's always been a bit odd. Heroes who fight him notice a bit of a drain from his punches. A dimming of light around him. Snikker is always mocking that his brother "'S gorra use mojo to get klompin'!" But Prikker always argues back about his "Bad Mojo" Brother. Right now, the Trolls were fighting for a shot of uncut superadyne. In ten seconds, however, they wouldn't know where the hell they were or why.
Welcome, my rooks!
((Any Trollspeak translations can be handled in PM's. By the way, I'm not Malta for once!! No promises that nobody will show up, though...))
Experiment slashed three more times before the villain was down.
Experiment 2.0, a hero of Paragon City, had been sent to Bloody Bay for an assignment. He was to defeat and capture a villain known as "Vegetation", who used some sort of plant control.
He was easy to defeat.
However, before Experiment could put the device on him to send him to the Ziggursky Prison in Brickstown, he felt a strong pull, and he was ripped from his world. He was thrown onto a grassy plain, and was greeted by a voice in his head.
Hello, Experiment 2.0. You will be my first bishop.
Of course, Experiment was confused. Either he was in some sort of wierd chess game, or he had just been put into the higher echelons of a religion he did not follow.
Pstorm wandered around, seemingly aimlessly, until a Knife of Artemis stepped in front of her. Wordlessly, the woman drew a knife and stabbed at her.
Pstorm leapt back and called down a lightning strike. The teenage girl twirled around warily as three more took the convulsing woman's place.
"Back off," she said, waving her hands to create an air gust. As one leapt forward, she threw the blast, sending it all the way to the statue of Talos. The second came at her, but she quickly put her to sleep with a psionic suggestion.
The last one had something in her hand. "Is that what I think it is?"
The Knife held out a bomb, its last ten seconds ticking away.
5, 4, 3, suddenly, Pstorm had disappeared. She looked around in confusion at the new place.
Welcome, queen. Serve me well.
Back on earth, 2, 1, bee-bee-bee-beep! Bee-bee-bee-beep!
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
darkgun and Captain slammer were just finishing up arresting a group of street thugs when darkgun noticed a strange portral. he walked up to it and he felt a pull coming from it. he lost his balance and was sucked in. Captain slammer muttered to himself "he always gets us into the predicaments" as he jumped into the portal. they found themselves in a very different environment than the one which they had just been in.
Welcome, my knights.
((Aww, and I was looking forward the the Malta 
...oh well.))
The General surveyed his new surroundings with a suspicious eye, checking all systems in his blue-gray powered armor at the same time. A large hood and cape were draped over his head and back, shadowy vapors snaking out of the front of the hood every now and then.
Anyone who looked into the General's face would see only darkness, and the piercing red eyes that resided in it.
"Was nun, General Schwarzherz?" Agent Weiss questioned.
"For the last time, speak English around them." Schwarzherz said with his dark, raspy voice, "Especially Buckman."
"Yeah!" the bulky Commando threw his massive rifle over his shoulder, "Ah ain't what ya'd call well-round'd, yalls know that."
"Jawohl." the spec op apologized to the General, as well as his fellow soldier, "But to re-iterate: now what?"
"We secure the area. There's a hill over there. Break out tents and whatever you have on you, we're setting up camp for now."
The soldiers saluted and quickly got to work. Tents were pitched and bags filled with grass and dirt. A semi-acceptable base camp sprung up within minutes.
"Now," he motioned to three of the six privates under his command, "Scout the area. I want to know what's around us."
As he went into his tent, he thought about what the voice had said. A king and his pawns? Someone was playing head games, and he certainly didn't like the idea of his men being referred to as pawns!
Still, there had been talk of a reward. He'd have to sort things out when the scouts got back. Right now, he needed a nap. Being dark and evil all day long sure took a lot of energy...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"Derrr..."
"Durrr..."
"..?"
"?.."
"Me am kold."
"So ar me."
"Skah, no lat ain', you wrapped in plants!"
"'Ey, what dat?"
"Me nub stupid!"
"Nub! Lookie!"
Indeed, the Troll Brothers spotted what appeared to be humans approaching them.
"Stoopid Oomies, whatchu want?!" Screams Snikker as Prikker's vines begin to sprout all around.
"where are we?" asked darkgun. "I dunno" answered captain slammer, "but apparently we're knights. at least i got a broadsword to go with the title." they looked at thier surroundings and darkgun said "this place [censored] sucks. I hate [censored] jungles. well, lets try to find some kind of civilization." they went farther into the jungle
Pstorm saw the Trolls ahead, and the obvious super-villain approaching them. "This won't end well for any of them."
She began to create a storm around the camp, when something seemed to stop her.
She began to think what the voice had said about her being 'queen.' This was no kingdom... chess? No, couldn't be... but something weird was going on.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
(OOC: I like this character too much...)
El Guapo Grande loved bathing. His specially designed Super Tub was designed to hold his weight and provide an immersive bathing experience. However, one thing had always puzzled El Guapo Grande: where did the water go when it drained from the tub?
Giving in to his magnificent curiousity, El Guapo Grande stared into the drain, and saw a magnificent world...right before he was slurped up and dumped in a grassy field.
What the heck is that?
Good question...he'd make a good Rook
At least give him some pants...I mean come on
Agreed
And suddenly, El Guapo Grande was wearing pants, truly stupendous pants.
All around him was grassy fields. It seemed he had been pulled into another world!
First Narnia, then El Hazard, then that one world with all the people with goatees...except his double, since El Guapo Grande always wore a glorious goatee...and now this.
El Guapo Grande shrugged, and began running...TO ADVENTURE!
Midnight Maelstrom, as he liked to be called, stumbled drunkingly out of the Dirty Duck. He was thoroughly sloshed. He kept himself in the bottle of late. Ever since the Outcaste threw him out for being too extreme, he lived in the bottle. Unfortunately for him, he was the living embodiment of a storm, causing his body to burn through the alcohol at an accelerated rate. Sobering him up quickly.
Midnight looked at the bottle of liquor in his hand. He grumbled something incoherently as his fist became encompassed in swirling darkness. The glass shattered with little effort, as he sobered up. "Man I wish Shiro was still around," he sighed, as he watched the shards fall to the ground, "That guy knew how to drink."
Are you sure you want this one?
Yes. He shall make a fine bishop
Huh, Midnight thought, as his vision blurred. He was torn from right outside the Dirty Duck and thrown onto a grassy field. He landed with a loud thud. His opened dark blue school uniform-esque jacket, and matching slacks that were once dirty now clean, blew behind him in the slight breeze.
As the duo hacked their way through the heavy foliage, Cap. Slammer grumbled "this would be a lot easier with a machete than a giant sword."
darkgun said " Oh, shut up, it aint that hard." as he easily cut through the jungle plants with a fire sword. After a few hours of hard work, they came to the edge of the jungle, and in the far distance they could see vast rolling grassy plains, and a dot that could possibly be a person.
" Look, I saw somone! lets go that way!" yelled Cap. Slammer.
"Allright, lead on" said darkgun
Private First Class Derovich was very surprised when he came upon the trolls. In constant radio contact with his unit, they decided some trolls might be useful, especially one that could seemingly control plants.
"Do'bree dyen." the soldier said, lowering his rifle, "Kahk vahs zavoot'?"
The trolls only stared back blankly, an expression of sheer stupidity on their faces. The soldier didn't doubt they might start drooling if he didn't say something soon.
"Pardon rudeness." he said with a heavy slavic accent, "Good afternoon. Your names, they are?"
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"Me Prikka!" Prikker says proudly as his brother whumps him over the head.
"Nub nub, lat nub blah dub oomie strangas!"
As the soldier looks on, Snikker is suddenly gone, and in a flash of darkness the Troll is right in front of him.
"Who lat be ash!"
((Ash: One or First. Lat: You. Nub: No. Oomie: Human. Blah: Talk. Dub: Two or To. I'm actually speaking orcish, but my Troll RP Villaingroup uses it as Trollish as well :P.))
((Nub has 3 meanings? Oh boy... ))
"Very well." the soldier decided to go the dimplomatic route for now, "Derovich, Vladimir. Now I am no longer stranger, da?"
He still kept his rifle lowered, but a hand was on it just in case, "So if we have done formality, the General would like to be seeing you now. He is thinking we may have common interest, nyet?"
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((Sorry, reread, Dub means two or to.))
"Wha?" Snikker asked slowly, but a quick rap from a vine of his brother's made him turn around.
"Oomie wans ussns ta follo' 'em."
"Oh."
"Leed da way."
The trolls entered the tent in their carefree, leisurly manner, then stopped when they saw the odd...human?
"Greetings." the armor-clad General's raspy voice welcomead them, the eyes they could see under his hood unblinking, "Seeing you here as well confirms my suspicion - we are not alone. There will be many others."
"Shtoh?! Gedye'?!" shouts came from outside. Schwarzherz quickly interrupted his session and stormed out, the shadows trailing as he did so.
"What is where?" he demanded and was handed a pair of boniculars. Focusing them to where the soldier pointed, he saw the two men at the edge of the forest.
He recognized one of them as Captain Slammer, a self-styled hero with quite the reputation. That could only mean his partner was a hero as well.
"I believe we've found the enemy." he turned to the trolls, "I assume you know of the offer of a reward - and if this really is some sort of twisted game, I am quite inclined to play, especially of it involves crushing heroes. Are you with me?"
A gurgling sound came from the trolls as they nodded. He couldn't tell whether they were really with him, but the prospect of smashing two do-gooders was more than enough for now.
"Agenten Rot und Blau!" he called to spec ops to him, "Gehen Sie mit Ihnen und zeigen Sie's den Helden."
"Jawohl!" they saluted and disappeared using their stealth. The order had been clear - go with the trolls and take care of the heroes...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"HOOWAH!"
"HOOWAH!"
The Trolls let out hooping hollers in turn as they sprint out of the camp, flipping through the air and cartwheeling in excitement.
"HOOWAH!"
"Der he go, der he go, it peanut-butta..."
"AHM DA JUGGANAWT BEEETCH!"
Running and laughing, the Trolls are charging unthinkingly into combat. Darkness seeps from the very earth itself, and vines seem to swell in size.
And the Trolls are fighting, once again.
Experiment looks around once again, this time spotting... What, two green dots on a hill overhead?
Obviously, something was incredibly wrong. Either Experiment 2.0 needed medication, or he was seeing some Trolls.
Then, he felt a gush of air, as a sort of human fell out of a portal beside Experiment. He turned to look, and had to jump back.
"Damnit! What drove you to scare me like that, Titania?"
Earth Titania, the large Stone Tanker, as he was classified, got up from his fallen position, standing at an easy 7 1/2 feet tall.
"Sorry 'bout that, E." replied Titania, his american accent easily discernable. "But it wasn't my fault. Some wierd portal... thing, opened in front of me, and Blind kicked me in."
Experiment 2.0 had to do a recount. "Wait, Blind? As in Messenger?"
"Yeah, you know 'im?"
Earth Titania and Experiment 2.0, while friends, didn't really know each others nemeses, so Earth Titania had no idea how relevant the name Blind Messenger was to Experiment.
"Titania, you have to answer this... Did Blind Messenger jump in the portal after you?"
"No, I don't think so." Earth replied, letting Experiment get some air. At least they would not have to deal with Blind again today.
Then, a disembodied voice spoke...
Welcome, my second Bishop!
Darkness looms over the void.
Then, the light of a thought.
And another and another
It seems this shall be all. A deep, mysterious voice echoed across the void, I bid you welcome and good luck in what we are about to undertake.
Ominous laughter came from the thoughts.
We all agree on the rules then?
We ask a review for all to hear.
Very well. This shall be our game on the cosmic plane. There will be no direct action. Weapons of the third kind are forbidden as well. You may have as many pieces as you choose, but choose wisely they may only be defeated three times before they are expelled from the game.
We may place them where we choose?
Anywhere in the allowed area. And every time a piece is defeated. Control will be as always, only indirect and guiding, never forced.
Agreed. The other voices now said unanimously.
Then let us create a field.
In the starless space spanning amidst galaxies, a light flared to life. A yellow sun was born from seemingly nothing, flashing amidst the dark void with unparalleled glory, spreading is aura far into the cold and lifeless vacuum.
From the glowing aura now condensed small clumps, accrediting more of the cloud as revolved in random orbits, going over, under, around and beside. Soon they solidified, and the glowing cloud was gone.
Then they planted the seeds of life atmospheres appeared, environments molded, and life sprang forth on these worlds, indifferentiable from its natural counterpart. The climates were huge and varied so starkly as if day and night had merged: there existed blistering cold and scorching deserts, lush forests and wide plains, deep oceans and high mountains every sort of environment imaginable. Millions of light years from the nearest material object of any kind, their system had been called into existence.
They thanked the matter spring as it went on its way, then allowed one more moment of reflection.
As I began this, we shall choose beings from my realm to fill our playing field. This restriction does not apply to the pieces.
Now the voice boomed in its glorious announcement.
All existence is now open to you. Again, choose your pieces wisely. Ultimately, they will determine if you lavish in victory or defeat. And now, I invite you to join me in a game of cosmic chess
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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