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Post by Civil War NPC on Sept 25, 2019 11:09:34 GMT -6
Safety and freedom. Both are things most individuals cling to in this dangerous world, often giving up a little of one for a little more of another.
But here, within the city that sprung up around the labs like weeds around a pond, such things are rarely questioned. Those who live here have always been safe, the law of the labs preventing killing of any deemed to be beings, the temples within it able to revive any who may fall victim to such a fate regardless. There is no need to fear plagues when a pure equillion can lift even the most deadly disease from a body with the touch of it's horn, no need to fear raiders that might come and carry off loved ones or torture them in unthinkable ways. There is no fear that some great beast may hunt you for food when everyone owns such beasts themselves, their loyalty guaranteed. They are also free to leave, to live, to take what they earn and spend it on any assortment of cheap and mundane wonders than many outside of the city would have traded all their wealth for.
And for those within the city of the labs, nothing compares to the beasts one can claim within its walls. Soulless metal golems sent on shopping trips, mighty dragons that can be fought and bred like fighting dogs, and plenty of beautiful, stupid beasts that are bred in the hundreds as their masters seek an even more perfect form. There are even more intelligent beasts to see to their master's needs of company and whatever else they require, beasts that seem to be even more intelligent than their owners at times.
And of those intelligent beasts that linger in the city without an owner? Of those who are not chosen as being a master race no matter the similarities to their cousins that live there? They are hunted down, executed or sold to the highest bidder. Some are too proud, and these are modified, their minds torn asunder and made into obedient creatures such as the bionic Dash-Claws, while the proud Ssashirk are left unmolested. The Fae are free to flit around the labs seeking magic, but Harachiu are kept close to their owners. It is the way of things in the labs.
Most have ignored the implications of this, too busy collecting and playing with their brand new 'friend' to think that it might rather be anywhere else than their safe, gilded cage. It was so easy to not to think of it.
But not anymore. Not as unrest sparks and begins to grow, as owners challenge other owners, their so-called pets standing defiantly beside them. The questions now force themselves from the dark corners of minds that ignored them; Are they beasts or beings, pets or slaves? Do they deserve rights and freedom, the freedom to live and die, to suffer and thrive? Do they need protection from others, does the world require protection from them?
Freedom or safety?
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Post by Civil War NPC on Sept 25, 2019 11:10:48 GMT -6
CURRENT WARQUEST SUBMISSION DEADLINE: January 15, 2019
Story so far: The beginning It has become rather difficult as of late to obtain rare creatures, a problem that the Hunting Lodge was founded at the perfect time to capitalize on. If you wanted some manner of beast that the labs used to produce, they would be more than happy to go out and find you that creature for a fair price. Then they broadened their range of offered creatures even further. Tat-lung, of the Gold, Silver, and Crystal kinds, none of which had been available from the labs even in the past except in the smallest amount to certain patrons, were now able to be purchased for a higher price. For the most part, most inhabitants of the labs met this news with the same indifference they might have greeted the sale of other VSC, an excited few rushing in to make use of the Lodge's services. The few who wondered at where the creatures were coming from resigned themselves to muttered words over drinks and a glare or two thrown in the direction of the building. Tat-lung had been crafted by the labs after all, and perhaps those in the Lodge were less hunters than they appeared to be. Then came the announcement regarding a new product the Hunting Lodge was offering, a kind of creature that had always been a bit rarer. Harachiu. Tiny little fairies that could speak, that looked a great deal more like the majority of beings living within the labs than the Tat-lung ever had. Not just creatures but beings themselves, not crafted within the artificial womb of the labs but living outside of the city limits. The muttered words and angry glares began to increase, men and woman alike of all races now getting into loud arguments at bars as they drank deep and tried to puzzle out what this meant. Some pointed out that life in the labs would be better for them, safer, or that the tiny and weak things were perfectly fine to have as pets. Others would slam down their drinks and ask what separated them from those being sold for credits, that it was better to suffer for themselves outside the walls than be slaves. Slaves. The word began to spread, from the speaking Harachiu to the haughty Tat-lung, to the Amphadron and more common creatures that the labs had carefully crafted and released to the city as pets. What was a slave, what was a pet? Were these creatures that the Lodge sold taken from free families, crafted from within the labs or not, and were those who purchased them any better than slavers themselves? The mutterings grew heated as unrest began to ferment within the city. A large group of individuals seeking to solve this issue, to stop what they saw as enslavement, have begun to put up posters detailing a planned protest within the city itself in a week. A simple, peaceful protest in hopes of making the Lodge cancel it's services in regards to certain 'products', or at least convince it's customers to avoid it. After all, this it the city, a place of peace and riches. It should be easy to solve this problem. Will you be there? Then a protest occurred, breaking out to a free-for-all after...something happened. No one seems entirely sure which side started it, or even what set off the fight, but the street of injured and dying individuals spoke for itself of what happened after.
The protest could have been considered an absolute failure. No pets were freed after all, the the Hunting Lodge had completely ignored it.
Those who were seriously injured visited healers, walking away feeling as healthy as they had ever been regardless of the condition they had gone there in. Claimed pets too were healed, muscles, bone, and skin knitted up as neatly as if they had been freshly released from the labs. Those who were less injured told everyone they could about the things they had seen, the exciting day they had as their peaceful home had briefly turned violent. It was more exciting than an untrained drake battle, and more than a few expressed remorse at not having gone to the protest. It sounded like the most fun anyone had seen in decades at the city!
But not all were so quick to pass off the protest with a laughing boast or exaggerated tale. Some went home miserable, unsure if there was anything they could do to help those 'pets', others worrying if another riot might break out that went too far. Several owners had to pay fines for their creatures having harmed others, though most grumbled about it they merely incorporated it into their stories. Others found themselves paying larger fines, having been found letting their pets have a little too much freedom, their protests that the creatures were still pets, still owned despite having been wandering freely or having attacked to defend them ignored. Of these, anything smarter than a beast was put down, the owners that fought held back as the creatures were taken away, others watching numbly as they were informed they would not receive the body, that they could pick up a new one at the labs and to please be more careful this time.
Of those who fought back, all but one were forced to watch as their friend was dragged to it's destruction. And that one became a story passed around the labs that set folks at each others throats like the tales of the riot failed to do.
While the tale differed with the teller, most agreed on a few points. Officials had appeared at the people's home, carrying a piece of paper detailing the crime, the evidence, and what would be done. They had powerful beasts with them, creatures that feared little by the nature of their very species, to ensure that no serious violence would break out. Having been turned away once by the owners claiming they had 'lost' the creature, they caught on that the owners were lying, and demanded the creature be turned over to them. Of the two owners, one had argued and tried to fight, being dragged down as the other merely whistled and made no other move until the other was trapped on the ground. Then they sprinted to the creature, and the officials called out for their pets to restrain him.
But no sound was heard.
Confused, the officials did not notice the shadow that raced over them. Muted, they could do nothing but open and shut their mouths furiously as their pets waited patiently for commands that did not come. The second owner, a young lad, backed away from the creature for only a moment to let the vespa that has descended from the sky wrap it's legs around it. The lad leapt atop the vespa and off it flew, sound returning to mix the profanities of the officials with the laughter of the pinned person.
Some say the lad flew off with a weaver that had tried to eat a child in front of witnesses, a monster that already had the taste for human flesh and had been unable to restrain itself. That the owners were a selfish lot that could not believe their creature could do any wrong and carried it away from it's deserved punishment and it would prey again. Others believed that the creature was an amphadron protect its master, making the unfortunate mistake of attacking another owner. Still others cared less about what creature it was nor why the creature was to be executed and were just glad that some creature had escaped the culling.
A symbolized vespa in flight began to appear on walls and clothing, painted crudely in paint or carefully detailed in ink. The image was usually accompanied by simple words and slogans, like "RIGHTS NOW" and "Freedom!!!" Fighting was no longer an isolated incident of individuals getting a little too drunk at a bar as they argued, but now even finely dressed people might slap or throw a punch as one side called the other "Slavers" and the other merely "Fools!" Arguments of what made a pet a pet, of what was right and wrong, of laws and rights and many others were not uncommon to hear. And new stories began to break out, people claiming a band of feral 'smart pets' was going around attacking people, that vigilantes were breaking into kennels to free smart pets or execute them.
Groups began to form, to consume one another and spread, leaders bending their knee to others within the same ideology until two large groups had formed. Rights, a force dedicated to seeing these 'pets' be recognized as people within the city and rumored by their enemies to be willing to stoop to any level. They adopted the vespa symbol as their own. Shield, a group who claimed to only wish to uphold the law and protect everyone in the labs, yet whispered to be nothing more than glorified slavers. Their symbol nothing more than a plain, unadorned shield to represent the protection they offered.
Plenty of folks have joined one side or the other already, but they are always looking for more. Looking for you, to be exact.
[At this point, event thread have been replaced with event prompts due to popular demand and lack of interaction (due to the time rules) in the existing threads. These threads were: Current Situation: Shield: Rumors have been spreading of wandering beasts, of stolen wealth, of destroyed property. Few have seen anything other than the results of one of these visits, and those who have caught a glimpse of those responsible speak of things no larger than a child loping into the shadows on more than just two legs. Some say it's a mischievous group of kapper, others believe it to be something much worse as they return to their homes to find the creatures they left out partially eaten, or no sign of them beyond puddles of blood.
Just the blood. No trails to show the direction the body was taken, no prints to hint at the numbers or the ones doing this. Owners have taken to leaving out traps, only to find the traps untouched despite their missing pets or items. Sometimes the traps are sprung, but only contain twigs and stones.
Those sworn to defend the labs have been busy with other matters, seemingly unconcerned by these problems, and so those leading the Shield have decided to send some of their members look into whoever is doing this. Someone must help, must find out what is happening before more damage is caused. They are looking for volunteers to find out who or what is responsible and put a stop to the attacks somehow, though they warn those interested that they cannot be certain of the strength of these creatures, nor if it is only creatures behind this. To those interested, they can direct them to the places that had seen these attacks, or those who fear they might be next. Optional bit of fluff, may be ignored: No matter if it was a kennel, a home, wherever it was that you might be expected to reside, several sharp, loud knocks would ring out from the door. Opening it, one would find the same lioness mammalian who had handled their recruitment standing straight as if she had a pole down the back of her mud-splattered clothing, one clawed hand attempting to brush away the wet dirt that had splattered onto their face. The hand freezes as she makes eye contact, then pulls away to leave the hair there spiking outward.
“Apologies for my appearance. A few members of the public wanted to express their, uh, lack of support for Shield.” The hand hesitates, then wipes off the mud on her already dirtied uniform before it is held out to be shaken. Whether you leave it hanging or willingly shake her hand, it then comes to rest at her side as she assumes a slightly more relaxed, but still fairly straight, pose. “I have been sent out to confirm you are one of those volunteering to stop who or whatever is attacking creatures and stealing private property.” Once you confirm it, she nods to herself, a small smile creeping across her face. “I am glad we have someone like you to help. I am also here to tell you what information we have gained since the call for help went out. As you might know, the criminals or creatures have been sneaking onto private property, killing or taking beasts without leaving much of a trail, and sometimes have stolen small items from the properties. I have heard that one carpenter had several carved toys taken, and a fletcher lost a sack of colorful jibiji feathers and a roll of twine. There also was a collector who was furious that several carved pieces of antler had been taken from her collections, also having mentioned that the thieves left behind the gems she had intended to decorate them with. In each case, the individual had found that they had a dead or missing creature beforehand. The carpenter was missing three adult truffle bwee, the fletcher lost one of their guard vulticus while the other came out of a pet house when he returned, and the collecter, well.” She takes a breath here, the smile looking a little sickly. “They had recently adopted two trained, old amber wiurn to defend their property. One was gone, the other looked as if it had been partially eaten. The wings, tail and head were largely untouched, but those who looked it over could not tell if any specific wounds had been inflicted before or after it had been killed.”
She takes a moment to look at you, watching for your reaction. “We understand,” she begins slowly, not with a hint of annoyance or judgement in her voice, “if you would like to back out. This information is more than a little worrisome, but we cannot let those who have volunteered to go in blind. Nor do we wish to pressure anyone who might feel unprepared. If you do decide to continue, there is a ranch nearby the other locations that have recently been attacked. The owner informed us that something has been exciting his creatures, and he swore he saw several sets of eyes watching him while he was repairing one of the fences surrounding the property. Against our recommendations, he has informed us that he plans to trap the intruders himself. We are worried what might happen to him and his family should he attempt to confront them directly, and will be sending the volunteer group there soon in hopes of preventing a disaster. If you want to back out, you only need to not go on the decided date.”
Her smile remains, but there is a worried look in her eyes that only intensified as she spoke of the rancher. “Whether or not you decide to come, we thank you for the assistance you have given us so far. Have a good day.” She turns around and leaves, practically marching as she disappeared from sight. [How to play: Create a thread with [WQ] in the title, and put an end to these attacks.]
Rights: Minor workshops have begun to spring up dedicated to teaching those sentient yet not recognized as people how to read, how to communicate in some way as to make their wants and needs known. Pamphlets litter the streets, some claiming to have been written by these 'people'. Speeches ring out from many corners, some 'normal' speakers, some translating for creatures rapidly waggling their appendages in ways that the accompanying person claims to understand, and one or two 'beasts' speaking as well as they could. While this was novel at first, most seem to be growing content to ignore those speaking and the papers they offer.
Some are less than content to leave it at that, and have made their displeasure known. It has been small things so far, like leaving those with boxes of pamphlets to find nothing but shredded paper when they open the boxes. Grease left on the boxes and chairs they bring to stand on, causing more than a few minor injuries as a unsuspecting individual fails to notice before stepping onto it. Balls wet with some foul smelling liquid rolled into the few crowds that stay to listen, sending them scrambling away far enough the speaker's word can no longer reach them. Fireworks and treats thrown in to surprise and spook those who were trying to learn.
Those who have found themselves trying to organize Rights are planning to start sending out more people with the speakers, if nothing else to keep an eye out for those responsible and hopefully deter them from escalating their disruptions. A good eye, a quick wit, a companion to stir the sympathies of the crowd they hope will come would be more valuable than someone intimidating, though they would accept them as well. No matter who volunteers, they would prefer them to avoid causing a fight. But sometimes, one must act with force to defend themselves and their ideals. Optional bit of fluff, may be ignored: You were being watched.
You could not be certain when it began, nor are you able to pick out exactly who is watching you, but it slowly dawns on you as a somewhat familiar face passes you by, the way a nondescript figure darts into alleys or behind trees as you move around in public. You find yourself picking out colors and walks, trying to determine which person had bumped into you, pressing the folded and torn muddy sheet of paper into your hand that told you to go to a nearby address, the sloppily drawn wasp at the bottom of the words all the signature the note needed.
When you reach the address, you find that it’s an abandoned looking house, the windows boarded and trash of all kinds littering the dying grass. A few scattered and mostly leafless trees are on the lot, their long branches decorated with coils of shiny material and bottles. Knocking on the door produces a shuffling sound from inside, but there is no other reply from there.
Instead, a grey wolf mammalian comes out from the side of the house, announcing his presence with a hacking cough and a limp, dragging one leg as he turns his glossy-eyed stare on you. Despite the leg, he quickly blocks the stairs of the porch, head bobbing up and down just slowly enough that you can catch the way his eyes dart all around your body to the paper unfolded in your hand. Seeing that, he coughs one last time, then straightens up as his leg miraculous heals and all signs of illness appear to flee.
“Sorreh for all that smoke and dagger nonsense.” The wolf mammalian laughs, a coughing huck-huck-huck sound emanating from his grinning mouth as he makes his way onto the porch with you. “Just hadda make sure you weren’t sneaking around, workin’ with those slavers to ruin our protests. Haven’t found the folks messing with the speakers yet yah see, so the boss was wonderin’ if maybe it was a few recruits that weren’t actually recruits. Not for us, at least.” The smile twitched slightly, suggesting how he felt about that. “You can call me Wolfe. Not the most original, but it’ll do. I’m here cause you said you’d be willing to help out at the big protest we have planned?” At an affirmative answer, he beams. “Yeah? Great! Glad you have ya. Scales told me all about yah, and he’s a good judge of character. Usually. Just had to see yah for mah self.”
He relaxes, leaning against the wall as he picks mud out from under his claws. “First off, I trust yah now. At least as much as I would any new recruit, so I’ll give yah some info. We've got a ton of folks looking for help, and ah can set ya up with one. We’ve got pamphlets and the smaller boyos, you know, the ones those slaver ijits call pets? Some of them’re gonna help pass out some papers and sign what they can to those who can read them. Haven’t gotten a Common speaker yet though, but if you’re friends with one, bring them on by. Might help convince the folks around here better if a one of them they think are ‘beasts’ can talk at them. If not, seeing as I haven’t see yah at the teachin’ groups we do, we’ve got translators.” He strugs, clearly not too enthused by the back up plan, but a moment later he’s plowing along again.
“Yah can help pass out pamphlets, help a speaker,” he starts, counting out the options on his fingers, “speak yourself, if yer so inclined. Stand in the crowd, give an encouraging shout or clap when a good point is made, yah know, help keep their spirits up. Yah can even just argue with a few of the folks that are a bit too” he twirls his counting hand in the air, four fingers outstretched, “unwilling to admit the bad things they’re doin. Just keep it calm. No fights, no pointless insults, no in-tim-mi-dat-in anyone. We aren’t the bad guys here. We need them to know that.” He stops his count, flicking away a piece of mud from his claws. “We are the good ‘uns. Once they realize that, they’ll be more willin’ to listen, to realize just how bad what they’re doing is.” The smile drops, and the wolf looks you in the eye in what some might interpret as intimidating, others might see it as nothing more than fervour for the cause. “Don’t let them make us look like the baddies here.”
Then the smile is back, and he slaps you playfully on the arm. “But yah wouldn’t let that happen. Yer a fine, up-stand-ing citizen, the kind who knows what to stand up for. If yah’re worried, yah can sit this one out. But we’d like to have you. Have plenty of folks who'd like you to help.” With that, he lopes away, disappearing as easily as he had before.
[How to play:Create a thread with [WQ] in the title, and (preferably) noviolently stop the ones responsible for the disruptions.] Neutral: Some citizens can't pick a side, but neither can they stand around and do nothing. These individuals seek out friends, acquaintances, random folks suffering, and go to aid them.
[How to play: Pick a side's mission, follow it's story, and complete it.]
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Post by Civil War NPC on Sept 25, 2019 11:12:19 GMT -6
Enlist Info/Player tracker All sides accepting members now. To join, submit this form and an IC post of you character joining a side. The IC post requirement is waived for players 'joining' neutral. You cannot start amassing points from personal threads and future events unless you have joined a side. Rights *Their symbol is a silver vespa, for what greater symbol of freedom could there be other than one that freely moves through the sky?* This is wrong, they are not pets!He is a little scruffy looking, an older humanish with patches of red scales covering random parts of exposed flesh, encircling on eye so that there is no eyebrow. His trousers and work shirt have been cleaned, his boots shined, but it is easy to see the old stains, and the weathered material that makes up his ensemble. Several pens of different makes rest behind his large, slightly pointed ears, somehow never falling free. He walks around city, never seeming to appear in the same place twice if you had been looking for him, but the way he smiles and his eyes widen as he spots you can leave no doubt he has been looking for someone like you. "Hey! Hey there!" He walks over to you with that broad grin, a clipboard with a few flapping sheets of paper held in one hand. "Howdy," he starts with a smile. "Now, you don't look like a bad person to me. I'd say you look pretty good." He winks, then laughs at his own joke, the line said regardless your species or gender. The the smile shrinks as he begins speaking once more. "Seriously though, did you hear about the riots? The executions? Oh, sure, they called it 'putting them down' like they was wild animals, but they were as smart as you 'n me. It ain't right. Not right at all," he says, seemingly amending his error. "We are the great big city. Place of wonders and mi-ra-cles, where nothing is impossible. Place were no sickness can touch us if we don't want it, where no death is permanent. Usually." A strange look crosses his face as what remained of his smile twists into a grimace. "And we have pets. Pets smarter than me, pets who have minds and wills. Pets that are too strong willed when they grow older, their owner uninterested until it suddenly is useful or pretty, so we force feed them youth potions so we can guarantee they'll obey the next time they grow. Pets torn from families outside to be battled and bred like common sarane. Pets hunted down and slaughtered if they dare to be like us." This part he almost seems to spit out, eyes narrowing and his free hand clenching into a fist. "We should be better than this. And I think you think so too." He looks at you somberly. "We need people, what the city sees as people, to help us. To help them be recognized as a person, not just property. To free them." He smiles, an echo of what it was before. "I said you looked good. Care to prove it's more than skin deep?"
Members: Shield *Their symbol is currently an unadorned shield* Safety for all.The table is covered in in a clean white tablecloth, the corners neat and defined even where it stops inches from the floor. On the table itself is a small stack of papers and several pens, all of which show no struggle dispensing ink whenever they are pressed to a sheet of paper. The woman sitting behind it, a lioness with a golden pelt that complements her finely made red tunic and trousers, calls to any and all that pass, eventually locking eyes with you. Resting her hands on the table, she stands as she calls to you, "Hello there! Could I trouble you for a moment?" Her voice comes out in a purr, yet easily heard as she lifts one hand to wave you over. "Did you hear about the riot a few days ago? The rumors of pets their masters attacking people because they think certain pets are not pets?" She shakes her head at that as a practiced laugh escapes her throat. "I have been sent here to find civic minded individuals who are here to protect against any future attacks or upsets, and help keep life in the city moving as smoothly as it has always been. For while they may cry 'Slavery' and claim their acts are justified, we say that it is nothing more than a cloak over a sword. They have already caused violence, and shown no interest in following even the most basic laws so long as they continue on their misguided crusade." She talks a deep breath, leaning over the table as her voice drops in volume slightly. "I know some say 'pets are pets' or 'they must be kept safe here'. But honestly, my main hope is just to keep everyone in here safe. We cannot disregard what protects everyone here. I grew up outside of these walls, and," she pauses for a moment her with a sad shake of her head, "I would never want to go back." The recruiter looks you in the eye, holding unblinking eye contact as she asks, "Will you help us protect the city?"
Members: Neutral I..can't things just stay the way they were? It can be difficult to choose a side. This section contains those who are uncertain, but wish to be a participant in the war regardless. Neutral players can join one of the two sides later if they wish.
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Post by Civil War NPC on Sept 25, 2019 11:13:26 GMT -6
FAQ What is this all about? The gist of it is the question of what is slavery, and the opinion of folks in the labs regarding that. OoC, it's a site event for folks to participate in. Wait, what if I don't want to have anything to do with this? This is a user run, unofficial event despite the fancy account name. Players are not forced to interact with the war, nor address it it any way. It's just for fun despite the rather heavy subject matter. What does user run event mean? This is an event run by a single nonstaff user who gained permission to make this account to run the event. While the staff have the ability to look over this account should they wish, they have nothing to do with the running of it. By the same token, this account has nothing to do with any official functions of the site. Please address any questions you may have related to the war to this account. How will this progress? In general, each part of the war will be referred to as a chapter. Each chapter will contain something that alters the current state of the war. Sometimes these changes will be events open to those who have joined to participate in, sometimes they might be just fluff for players to react to and/or run missions about. Once a certain point has been reached, the final chapter will occur, which may contain a lot of fighting, before a side is chosen as the winner. The end of a current chapter will be hinted at before the next comes into play. How do I join a side? Once the first event thread is completed, a recruitment post will pop up for both sides in this thread. Reply in character and mention which side you want to be on to join your chosen side. If you don't know which side you wish to join, but want to be a part of this war, merely post that you are joining as a neutral, and respond to the recruitment post when/if you decide to join a side. Once you are on a side, you can join mission threads for that side, and may receive special missions of your own. If you do not want to complete a given mission, you can respond to the pm to refuse it, but be aware you are unlikely to receive another special mission for that chapter of the story. I don't want to fight, but I want to be a part of this war. What can I do? First, join the war. Second, most encounters can be resolved without combat, or your character can provide support and aid for those who did fight. Combat in the war will usually be health based to avoid an OHKO, to give your character time to get out of there should things turn ugly. Health? What special combat rules are going to be used? Health is something's stamina times 10. So a creature with 3 stamina has 30 health. As previously mentioned, this is to avoid OHKOs, especially during fights with more than one pair of fighters, and allow for more strategy based battles. Certain tricks will also be taken into consideration in fights, such as Accept Noises having a chance to cancel out the shaken effects of loud sound attacks despite it officially having no effect. And certain tricks will be amazingly helpful in some cases. After all, having a creature that knows when to be quiet on command would make sneaking around much easier. How do main event threads work? A thread will be posted in the plot section with a [MWAR] tag for those who want to be involved in the war. Unless a side or player is specified, these threads are open to anyone, though you won't gain points unless you have officially joined the war except for the first main thread. Members have three days to post after the time this account had posted at, otherwise they may be skipped over for that posting cycle, their character/creatures assumed to be doing the same thing they had been doing previously. This is to prevent a thread from freezing up due to members failing to post without completely ejecting them from the thread. These threads will give players the opportunity to interact with key events within the war that they can influence and complete certain missions. Wait, what's a mission thread?
Much like the main event threads, mission threads are posted in the plot section and are run by this account. Unlike the main threads, these have specific goals for the members in them to achieve, and usually will be restricted to one side, except in circumstances where both sides are forced to compete such as, oh I don't know, a siege of some kind? In mission threads, missing the three day deadline could prove to be a larger problem, as your pet and character freezes up and takes a second attack, or your opponent struggles free from a trap and runs off. If you are worried you will miss a deadline in a thread comprised of less than three members, please contact this account for a possible extension. With all of that mentioned, should something pop up in my real life that may cause a delay in a chapter's missions, the missions for that chapter will be assigned and run similar to the current quest system rather than a constant back and forth roleplay. This also applies if the war somehow gains too many members for me to keep up with. [/div]
What is a WarQuest? A [WQ] is a thread based on the current prompt for the war. Players who have joined can create their own or join a friends, and work to complete a given objective. This means that the players within the thread control the pace and story, although it will need to be submitted in this thread to be looked over and have points assigned when it is completed. The thread also needs to be competed and submitted within the given time limit, usually ranging from two months to three months. A player can only do their own side's WarQuest, and can only complete and submit it once for points. This has replaced the main event threads that required NPC interaction due to popular demand.
Does this mean missions can only be done relating to the prompt? No. Players can make up their own missions for personal [WAR] threads. If players want it, a list will be made up of suggested missions they can run on their own. Just avoid making anything too big like a successful assassination attempt of the commanders of an entire side. All of this is great and all, but I want to fight! You can fight other players or NPCs, with the latter most often available in [MISSION] threads if you want to fight them. Just be warned that combat missions can scale and grow more difficult as time goes on. There may also be a bounty system in a later that pops up that NPCs and certain vicious PCs may end up appearing on. How do I gain points? Roleplay. Being in WarQuest threads is an easy way to nab a few points, as is making your own thread with a [WAR] or [W] tag in the title. If you choose to make your own thread, it must mention or be related to the war in some way, and should be submitted to this thread with a link when completed. Training threads made for the war can be submitted in segments (please note the post numbers) for every main update to the war plot. I won't give away too much of how the point gain system works, just know that completed and somewhat interesting stories will carry you farther than hundreds of meandering grind posts. Playing with other players also helps. What is the point of points? Battle points have two uses. The first is to determine which side will win this war, an amount that may be scaled if there is a large difference between team sizes. The second is to purchase prizes to be revealed at the end of the war. Certain prizes will be restricted to one side, such as a freedom vespa for those on the Rights side, though you can always trade another player for them. Point totals will likely be hidden until the war has concluded, but each chapter of the story will reveal which side is in the lead and a general idea of how far ahead they are. How long will this run for? It should last at least for a couple of months, but it depends on the players within it and your actions. While there are plenty of events and basic story beats prepared, the players will influence what occurs. If, in the absolute worst case scenario, only one player joins or all players stop interacting with the war, expect it to go a lot faster. It will have a conclusion regardless of how many players joined and remained playing. What are the NPCs? The NPCs for which this account is named serve to beef up both sides and provide a more varied environment. Some of them are combat oriented, some less so, but they all exist as to avoid the war ending up being a one on one personal feud.
[Blank] is terrible! I have an idea on how to make it better. Go ahead and pm or post it. I won't guarantee it will be implemented, but it definitely won't if I never hear about it.
I have a question that's not answered in this post. Go ahead and ask. I'll put it up here if it's information folks need or want to know.
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Post by Civil War NPC on Sept 25, 2019 11:13:58 GMT -6
Reserved post for later.
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Post by Civil War NPC on Sept 25, 2019 11:16:58 GMT -6
Alright, it's open for posting now. In less than a week from today, the prologue main event thread thread should be up. If you have any questions or suggestions, go ahead and let me know.
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Post by Civil War NPC on Sept 30, 2019 9:34:17 GMT -6
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Post by Civil War NPC on Oct 12, 2019 22:24:28 GMT -6
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 14, 2019 4:35:28 GMT -6
Name: Fiera FerellaSide: Rights The protest, or riot as some had called it, was all over the papers. Fiera’s hands trembled as she read it, but with what emotion, she couldn’t say. She had only come to the labs a few short months ago from her hometown. From her home. This place didn’t feel like a home, not after such a short time. It wasn’t where she grew up, she didn’t know anyone here. It’s not where she learned about the plight of the workers. The miners, the servants, the street cleaners. It’s not where she fell in love, it wasn’t where she joined a scrappy resistance movement, stealing from and humiliating the powerful while giving to the deserving. The labs weren’t where the organization grew and corrupted to the point where even though she was second in command, she felt unmoored and powerless in an organization she helped start. It wasn’t where she failed to convince her people to go back to where they started instead of being overpowered thugs, it wasn’t where the people She called friends had refused to listen to her. Called her crazy. Broke her heart. It wasn’t where she tried to wrest back control the hard way. It was, however, where she had been exiled to. Here she had built a cute, new little life in disgrace. Where she had started to feel happy, just a little bit. And now it was starting all over again. She threw the newspaper on the floor in disgust and buried her face in her hands. She didn’t want to do it again. She had wasted her youth on this crap. On violence and ideals that had been emptied out and filled back up with the same greed they claimed to be fighting against. She wanted to stick her head in the ground and call them all idiots. But that was a stupid idea, and she knew it. Ignoring the problem didn’t fix it, it just kicked the van further down the road, until she couldn’t ignore it anymore. She’d have to pick a side, and fast- before it was too late for her to have a say at all. Who knew, maybe she’d be able to get a say over how this shook out. The big question was what side. Well, not really. It was apparent to her since before this got started. Her discomfort with owning sapient species. The fact that most regarded them as simple pets. That they didn’t know how to speak. No, the shield wasn’t for her. She stood up, kicking the newspaper somewhere else as she headed for the door. Vespa it is.
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Post by Civil War NPC on Oct 14, 2019 10:12:27 GMT -6
Your experience in such things will be valuable in the weeks to to come. Let's just hope things go better this time. Welcome to the war effort, Fiera Ferella! You have been logged as a member of Rights, and are now free to begin making your own [War] threads for points and join event threads as they appear for your side.
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Post by Jack on Oct 15, 2019 10:32:09 GMT -6
Name: JackSide: Shield She'd been walking through the area when she saw the recruitment banners and tables. Jack paused, listening to the Lion for a moment and then glanced over at the man walking around with the clipboard. Sides for things, huh? Sighing a little, she shook her head, she shouldn't get involved, but with what happened earlier in the week with her helping out, it wasn't like she had much of a choice this time. The woman heard snippets of what the man was saying, free the pets, cruelty to animals... But she didn't think of them as pets, she thought of them as companions, and sometimes they needed teaching as well. It wasn't like she was going to send them out into the wild without proper knowledge, and the safety and security of the Labs was more important to her, at least she believed so. Finally, Jack nodded and reached out to shake the mammalian's hand (paw?), "Agreed, I'll help out. This city is more important to me right now, I think. We need to make sure it's safe."
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Post by Civil War NPC on Oct 15, 2019 13:49:39 GMT -6
For now, stability and safety is more important. There will be time enough for changes later. Welcome to the war effort, Jack! You have been logged as a member of Shield, and are now free to begin making your own [War] threads for points and join event threads as they appear for your side.
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Post by Nadia on Oct 15, 2019 14:38:24 GMT -6
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Post by Jewel on Oct 15, 2019 14:47:24 GMT -6
Name: JewelSide: Rights Jewel hadn't intended to have anything to do with the politics of the Labs and its citizens. Coasting on the sidelines, he had made the false assumption that he would be immune to the unrest due to his position as a newcomer - that ignorance could excuse failure to act. There, though, standing before the mammalian with nowhere to run, he was forced to consider what was important to him. Hadn't he been a slave, once? Hadn't he been treated as a commodity, an object of fascination and desire, even though his intelligence matched or even outgrew that of his captors? If he was to stand by and watch the suffering of others, wasn't he as bad as those who tormented him? " To free them..." The Fae echoed the man's words, before taking up the offer of a pen and the clipboard from him. Maybe he was crazy. Still, he signed. " I'm in."
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Post by Civil War NPC on Oct 15, 2019 16:02:44 GMT -6
Welcome to the war, Nadia! You may have no side, but you are logged as a neutral player and now are free to begin making your own [War] threads for points and join open event threads.
To free them. Three simple words that mean so much, that many will fight for. Welcome to the war effort, Jewel! You have been logged as a member of Rights, and are now free to begin making your own [War] threads for points and join event threads as they appear for your side.
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