">You can't be serious!<"

">Seems I am, child.<"

The appraiser flicked a dot of dirt off the engraved cube.

">Fool's gold. Copper. Worthless with any trader."<" She let it drop from her fingers onto the scarp of linen it was given in, as if handling the object was beneath her.

">But,<" Her lips curled in an unpleasant smile. ">Worry not. None would hold that little mistake against such a young, inexperienced-<"

The woman's voice became condescendingly sweet as she reached over the table, to pat the disgruntled cheek of-

Senu bit her finger.

The appraiser shrieked, pulling back the hurt hand, as the slave at her side sprang forth from a poorly concealed nap.

He unsheathed the sword at his hip, taking a groggy step forward, while the assailant swiftly threw himself off the stool, rolling and then scrambling across the floor for the spear propped up against the bar-

Senu's air left him when a heavy foot crashed into his back, pinning him to the floor.

The bodyguard-slave smacked his lips and scratched his hip, while his mistress furiously rose from the table, holding the bit finger. She was an older woman, dark skin losing its shine, coiled black hair peppered with gray - and that same mane bounced as she marched up to where Senu was struggling to take in a full breath.



"Ungrateful brat." She hissed in the Tradertongue. "I not take offense you sell me cheap grave-decor. I be kind. I be understanding. And you wound me?" She dramatically revealed her finger - a show put on for the foreigners assembled here for dinner and drink, to see how the well-established appraiser of items dealt with unruly customers.

The digit had not as much as a red dot on it. The woman realized this, and swiftly curled it within a fist. Repurposing embarrassment for anger, she lowered to her knees besides the pinned boy, reaching into her sleeve - pulling out a small dagger.

">Num, kneel on him!<" The slave obeyed, and the boy whimpered as the full weight of an adult man crushed him.

The appraiser took hold of his wrist.

"I treat other as they treat me." She said, vile shine in her eyes, and raised the dagger over the boy's hand.

aghh, nips for me!!

would you rather experience the pain of childbirth every time you take a dump, or have a different stranger wipe your crack after every number two?

@GoblinFae GOOSE >:D

For a week, have this as your avatar :

decided to use this as a fun character-making exercise!

my first trope was actually Boomerang Bigot, but i decided not to use it as i found a character i already have for another setting fits it neatly. it's a cyberpunk world where a medical mutation causes a percent of the population to be born with animal traits, and they are severely prejudiced against. my character is one of those mutants herself - with the traits of a dog - but she had her most obvious features surgically removed and hides the others, keeping her identity a strict secret. she, also, really plays up being a bigot when in company of typical humans, in order to further disguise what she is. boomerang bigot indeed.

so, i will reroll. let's see...

calvinball! ho boy!

A particular slope of a particular peak in the Thunderblacks is inhabited by a race of pale-skinned brunette humans, and their symbiotic vermin kin.

This race of diminutive humanoids cohabit with the aforementioned peoples, living in their attics and basements and all other dark and musty corners. They stand at about a toddler's height, have some kind of marsupial pouch in which they carry their young and other bits and bobs, come in many shades which don't seem to follow any law of genetics, and at times are born with feathers, scales, quills or cloven hooves - these usually being altered or removed in infancy, like elaborate circumcisions.

These odd creatures have not been studied well enough, most human inhabitants of the mountain called Tsrna Gora barring the curious from researching their tiny kinsmen. However, from slight observation it can be assessed that these as of yet unnamed humanoids - more akin to goblins or gnomes, truly - are intelligent enough to match the rest of the high races of Le'raana, although their unique habits and cultural norms are, well, unique.

Take, for example, the "rukacha". This game is played by a number ranging from five to twelve tiny humanoids, and seems to varying involve cooking utensils, dolls made from straw or hair, pinecones, matches or scraps of cloth. Mostly, however, the game features the players' limbs.

The players arrange themselves in a circle - or hexagon, or some other angled shape - in pairs, one of the two having their back turned. Sometimes there's an additional, unpaired player who occupies the center, or stands somewhere off to the side. The paired players - who could be either sitting or standing - start making large gestures, utilizing props or themselves, while singing. At times those are actual songs, at others vocalizations, and very few participants follow the same melody. This is a hectic scene.

At a certain moment, all players go completely still in the middle of their gesturing - but one player keeps going. Then, another player gets up - if seated - and either taking a prop or forming a fist, walks up to another player unrelated to the still active one, and hits them over the head. These two players are removed from the game. The positions and pairs shuffle, and the game continues.

While this might seem somewhat alright to comprehend, academics who observed this behaviour noted that as the game progressed, the rules would become less and less obvious, and despite the first "round" having players leave, at later points more would join - sometimes the ones already "kicked out" - and a six players start could end with up to thirty-two players.

Note that the word "end" is used loosely, as the onlookers were incapable of determining how and when the game ends, the players seeming to eventually drift away and become engaged in different tasks - although we cannot be sure if those, too, aren't a part of the game.

since the nuke rendered the hill to rubble, along the way causing the swift arrival of a nuclear winter, i have to learn to adapt to the new environment.

i equip myself with protective gear; a scrappy hazmat suit, gas mask, so forth. i train for years to fight under such an armor, and to handle heavy weaponry. this is vital, as the sharp spike in radiation not only killed the weak organisms, but caused a rapid onset of mutations in the remainder of the population - from three-eyed crows to goliath bears.


there comes a day when i look at myself in the reflection of my rusty spoon while eating fourteen years old canned beans, and decide, that this is it. today is the day.

i brave the irradiated wilderness. dangers are many. death brushes its fingertips over the nape of my neck. at one point my suit tears - invisible poison seeps in, weakening me as i journey on, single-minded.

eventually, i see it. the still-smoking crater. the ground zero of this horrid cancer upon the earth - the Hill All Men Must Die On.

it is no longer much of a hill, as i mentioned above. the putrid vapors bring tears to my eyes despite the filter. i peruse the ruins, all the while on high alert for my most certain opposition - The Poster Above.

and i do find them. curled about themself at the very peak of this pile of rubble, is the frail, mummified form of the last fool to so desperately stake their claim on the Hill. they had perished in the aftermath of the same disaster they'd brought about.

they are frozen and preserved, and it takes some effort to rip them from their last resting spot. i drag their contorted form to the nearest slope, and let them tumble down. maybe the mutant beavers will find some use for their flesh.

i stand astride the numbed peak. i rip the gas mask off my visage - just for this moment - and breathe in deep.


with all the cold air in my lungs, i scream to the wasteland:

"MY HILL."

HULLO

i adore the idea of uncovering an archeological dig vast and mysterious enough for adventurers to swarm in like flies! i have no idea how popular this sort of thing is on SotE, but i'd appreciate a kind of guided play, where one user takes on the role of dungeon master and reveals what the player or players find as they explore, the sorts of dangers they cross or puzzles they face!

in a more refined manner, i'd like it if the exploration revealed more and more damning evidence of, uh, heretical happenings in essyrn's past. either outright denial of hakeshna, or hakeshna worshipped in a controversial form~

dunno how many people are on the discord vs forum, but if you're looking for a quicker back-and-forth, hmu on discord! :D

HELLO!

my one and only oc senu is based in and around the city of essyrn. a young lad/ette looking to earn any kind of coin that could be used to repay their father's debt, they might be just turn to outright lawlessness!

~

*zooms in on the essyrni* 

... 

*pulls senu out my coat*

i have this young lad to offer! they will do any job needed and perhaps those unneeded too, 's long as they can earn a coin!

outside that, their personality is still to be constructed, but they do strike me as a hero-ish type of person~

hullo~!

i have here an adolescent thing, of a poor, agriculturalist background, who has recently discovered their simple freedom is on a lease - their father's masters demand to be repaid, and between elderly patriarch and preoccupied matriarch, it falls to the underaged progeny to stave off the perfumed hounds of debt and chains!

senu is currently based around the general essyrni area - city proper, seraj isa, moraki desert - and they are looking for any sort of work or deal or crumb of charity that could save their family.

reply here ( or on discord if its more convenient to you! ) and we can talk about plots and threads :D 

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^{[ by Bees ]}

Full name : Senu
Aliases/ Nicknames : -
Species : Human
Ethnicity : Remetchenkermet ( Essyrni ) / Tsrnogorats
Gender : -
Pronouns : She / Her ( Private ) | He / Him ( Public )
Age : 16  | Birthdate : March 19th

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Sex : Female
Adult height : 1.68M / 5'5" | Healthy weight : 38KG / 83LBS
Appearance :

Bottom heavy build inherited from a curvy mother, combined with slight chest and narrow shoulders of a thin father. This form reads as feminine to many, and so Senu hides it beneath layered, baggy clothes emphasising the top.

Muscles beginning to firm. Unadorned skin, without as much as a pierced ear. An assortment of tiny, light scars on knees and hands, from years of work.

Features which unite the South and North; paler skintone, lighter hair, looser curls, face pinched forward.

Sparse adolescent hairs on limbs, upper lip and chin, never plucked nor cut to uphold a masculine perception.

Dark brown eyes, large eyebrows and shorn hair.

Breasts are small and floppy when unbound; loincloth is stuffed to give the illusion of a bulge.

---

Strengths :

[ Physical ]

• A plowman's strength and stamina.
• Good pain tolerance.
• Basic skill with the spear.

[ Mental ]

• Courage.

Weaknesses :

[ Physical ]

• Untrained. Undisciplined.
• Clumsy.
• Weaker right knee.

[ Mental ]

• Socially awkward.
• Bullheaded.
• Anxious.

Powers : -

---

Nationality : Essyrni
Affiliations : -
Occupation : Farmer
Businesses : -

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Inventory :

• Hand-me-down clothes, repurposed linen.
• Heavy goatskin shawl with tasseled ends.
• Reed sandals.
• Stained linen satchel.
• Coin purse.
• Spear.

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History :

[ Pre-RP ]

• Patrilineally, Senu's ancestry is traced to the Thunderblack Mountains, to a jagged peak and its shattered slopes, wherein small tribes of pale-skinned and brown-haired shepherds tend to their flocks. Mostly isolated from the Adelan whole, there were none to stop an Essyrni merchant from staking a claim upon the village, first earning its people's trust through heavenly benevolence, then handing them the bill.
• These people, unable to amass the foreign wealth needed to repay the debt, could only wring their hands as the Essyrni's men took away their young and able as blood tax. They hoped a generation would be enough to sate the foreign trader.
• A century later, Senu's father grew old and bent as a slave of the same family whose predecessor indentured his people. When an opportunity for escape presented itself, he took it.
• Finding a wife among the farmers of the oasis, the escapee made a single child with her - it was all old seed could muster - and took to homesteading, content to spend the remainder of his free years as loved father and husband, forgotten by previous masters.
• In the month of his child's sixteenth year, a man in perfumes - carrying a ledger - came to their fields, talking about interest rates.

[ Year 1]

• Bleh

Relations :

• Blah

^{[ by Bees ]}

Full name :
Aliases/ Nicknames :
Species :
Ethnicity :
Gender :
Pronouns :

---

Sex :
Height :  | Weight :
Appearance :

---

Physical strengths :

Physical weaknesses :

Powers :

• POWER

• POWER

---

Nationality :
Affiliations : Faction [ RANK ], Faction [ RANK ]
Occupation :
Businesses :

---

History :

[ Years ]

• Birth

Relations :

• Character 1

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SENU

Spoiler

[close]

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PLACE 1

Character 1, Character 2

PLACE 2

Character 1, Character 2

whoop-whoop, let's-a plug!

here's mine!

o man... t'was a weird way!

i, having roleplayed on animal forums for two years, and having grown tired of writing 'paws' instead of 'hands', decided to look for human-ish places. a couple months of writing of discord, and i realized another important component of my needs was the structure of a forum!

hence i googled "oldest forum roleplays" and stumbled upon... this site... which frankly looks like its beaming 87 malwares into my computer just by looking at it.

i was pretty dispirited while scrolling down, but felt a pang of interest when i saw a site that appeared to be over twenty years old! i clicked, and, full honesty, expected a dead forum...

but the moment i saw it was surprisingly modern ( hell~o discord~! ) and that each subforum was still getting posts---

well, i just had to get in :P

my full, legal username is 500Bees, which i use in more formal settings such as multiplayer video games and miscellaneous sites :P

i first used it in factorio - in the singleplayer campaign - and picked it because ...

... i thought it was funny? at least i assume so, as everyone who first hears it cracks jokes about the Concerning Amount Of Bees xD

it has been with me since high school, and as of recent - ever since i got seriously into roleplay - i've begun shortening it to Bees :)

for non-rp sites where i share my art, i go with umnokorito. its' serbian, "umno" means "mind's", "relating to the mind", and "korito" is "trough". you know, what pigs eat from. so my art handle is; "mind's trough" :)

воздра!

my name's bees, and a couple-a you might've already seen me on the discord! y'know, asking questions, being shifty, hands in trench coat...

i am a roleplayer by choice and an artist by curse, and i still cannot believe i've stumbled upon a veritable mammoth of the ole forum rp era! i have experience writing on another twenty-years geriatric, which is 'souls, and a summer spent dabbling on valucre (rip), but nowadays i can be found on wolf and discord servers such as kemuri. relating to artistry, i am bound to instagram, although as of recent most of my stuff ends up posted in the shady corners of discord servers.

i also have an interest in indie comics ( published and web, kill 6 billion demons, unsounded etc ) video games ( zoo tycoon 2, anyone? caesar 3? ) queer art ( val wise, otava heikkilä etc ) and horror movies ( a24 at some point claimed my soul ).

i've no idea where taking this road'll bring me, but i am exited to begin my journey :D see y'all in the jewel of the desert, where i intend to spawn a young adventurer!