I've got a few things on my plate, today, Hammer, but I'll see what I can dig up as far as Preston's previous character sheet later. 

...how does everyone feel about "Stories from Scyon City " as a title for the game?

Second- Hammer, I'm digging for Disturbance's sheet... we may need a tweak or two but the character should work. 

I like that! Can't wait to meet her!

I'm gonna do the best I can where having fun and staying safe is concerned, too. I have no doubts about the having fun bit but maaaaaaan is it gonna be hot! I may melt! lol

And, honestly, no huge rush!

For one thing, freeform is very forgiving in allowing for "late arrivals"... we can just write you in when/if you decide you'd like to show up.

Secondly, as of this coming Friday (the 19th of June), the wife and I are heading to Louisiana to spend a few days with our daughter and son-in-law, so I may not be exactly in "post like crazy" mode, myself. That said, I am hoping to get an "opening post" written and tacked up in an actual game thread at some point this week. We'll see how it goes.

Good to see you!

If you decide to join us, I think Disturbance would make an interesting addition. Maybe even as an enforcer type in the employ of the Shadow Council?

Either way, freeform is relatively easy as it's basically just collaborative storytelling without worrying overmuch about rolling dice and counting beans. If I can answer any questions just let me know.

Sounds like Sam's kind of somebody to me!

Speaking of Sam, the very first thing I wrote for him is below. Comes from a game called Noir Camelot that never really got up to speed. Might give you a little insight into the character.

On the roof of Our Lady of Victory

 He stood there, among his stone-wrought brethren, and, through the rain, gazed out over the city he had come to consider home in these past months. It was a night very much like this one when he had, in some small sense of the word, first revealed himself to the citizens of New Camelot. Standing here, now, with his wings folded around him against the rain that, despite its persistence, would never truly wash away the filth that plagued the city, he couldn’t help but recall that first encounter…

Her name was Aggy Hartwell and she had scarcely graduated high school. Young, excitable, and caught up in the exuberance brought on by achieving that valediction and, so, moving into the beginnings of her adult life, Aggy and a couple of her friends had ventured out into the city seeking the ‘appropriate celebration.’ Unfortunately for them, that first foray into the spectacle of speak-easies and swing dances led them into parts of New Camelot that were far darker than the signs and streetlights would ever have led them to believe. Their evening had started at what seemed to be a tame enough gin joint with a steady stream of Dapper Dans vying for the girls’ attentions, some with more success than others… again, unfortunately. It was one of these sharp-dressed charmers that had, in the end, wooed the giggling girls away from the city’s safer venues and into the far more private clutches of an underground club run by the Onigumo family.

By the time Aggy realized that someone had slipped her a Mickey, both of her friends had succumbed to their own similarly doped drinks and were being dragged into some dark backroom. Aggy herself managed to stagger out of the club and into the rain-soaked streets before the drugs took too much of a hold on her and, thanks to the biting rain and a burst of adrenaline, had even been able to outrun the two Japanese goons who had pursued her into the night for a short time. The drugs won out over her stamina and determination before long, though, and her spinning head guided her face first into the pock-marked pavement of some garbage choked alley. Her stockings and the skin on her knees alike burned away as she tumbled headlong into the trash of the dank backstreet, her hands, too, suffered scrapes and cuts as they flew out before her in a futile attempt to keep her head from ultimately bouncing off the pavement. She made a weak attempt to get back to her feet but, between the drug-tainted alcohol, the fatigue, and, now, likely, a concussion, Aggy found that she scarcely had the energy to scream when the Onigumo thugs finally caught up to her.

That scream, if she had even let it loose, at all, got snatched away by the wind that seemed, suddenly, to come from all around her… or, perhaps, muffled by the ruffling pop-pop-pop of what sounded like an enormous pair of wings just above her head… Aggy tried to scream again and, at the same time, lift her eyes to see just what it was she was screaming about, but her vision was oh so blurry and her head so very heavy that all she could remember for a long moment was a brilliant flash of light followed by another powerful, omnidirectional gust of wind… and, then, the sensation of… flying?

When she awoke, some short while later, Aggy found herself lying on the grass amidst a small copse of trees on the edge of Excalibur Park… miles from where she last remembered being and farther, she was sure, than she would have been able to make it on foot in what certainly must have been the very short time that had passed. She blinked in confusion, reached up to touch the spot on her head where it had met the street and, only then, when her fingertips failed to find the expected bump or cut or even trickle of blood, did she realize that a curious winged creature crouched beside her. Aggy nearly screamed again but something about the reassuring, yet, somehow sad smile he offered when her eyes met his stifled the scream and, instead, evoked another blink.

His sky-blue eyes sparkled from behind the long, raven-hued tendrils of hair that fell across his face and, despite the fact that he was clad in what appeared to be some sort of ancient armor worked in silver and blue, and had an enormous pair of blue-black wings issuing from his back that, now, sheltered them from the rain that fell on New Camelot, she felt more comforted by the creature’s presence than afraid of its appearance. Aggy opened her mouth to speak, realized that she had no idea what to say, and, offering a sheepish grin, closed it again.

The creature said nothing, either, merely returned the smile, offered a faint nod and placed his hand gently over the wound on her knee.

Aggy managed a squeak as the creature’s hand began to glow and she felt a tingling warmth spread through her… and a stunned gasp when the creature’s hand moved away to reveal clean, undamaged skin where, just an instant ago, it was a ruined as her stockings still were. “Are… Are you an angel, Mister?”

The question seemed to confuse him and, for an instant, that soft, enigmatic smile melted into something of a frown as he seemed to consider the answer. His wingtips seemed to flutter, then, in an attempt to flick the rain away and, the gentle smile returning as he mended the scrapes on her other knee, answered; “I don’t know… I… I am only Samael…”

Aggy Hartwell had told Samael about the friends who had been with her, that night, and, after he had seen her safely home, he had spent the next two weeks in search of them, eventually locating them (and a half dozen other opium-addled young women) locked in a shipping container on a ship (owned by one of the Onigumo Family’s interests) bound for Japan. Samael suffered grievous injuries in rescuing and returning the girls but, also, garnered more than a little suspicion and consternation as to his appearance… the populace of New Camelot seemed more interested in pointing out what was “wrong with him” as opposed to what he might have done “right”… and, so, he had flown away in hopes of finding a place where he might hide and recover from his wounds (which he found to be no small task for a ‘circus freak&rsquo. It was during this time… and, after The New Camelot Herald published an article, based on an interview with a Miss Agatha Hartwell, titled Saved by an Angel… that Father O’Brian had somehow managed to find him… offer him some sort of refuge… and, better, still, a chance to belong somewhere.

“…Are you an angel, Mister?”

Samael sighed, tearing his gaze away from the rain-swept city and allowing it to pan over the assemblage of sculpted seraphim with whom he shared the church’s roof. “I don’t know,” was still his answer to this day… he couldn’t remember what he was… where he was from… but he did know, thanks to Father O’Brian and those others who, from time to time, the Father summoned to Our lady of Victory, that he had a place and a purpose, here, and, if this city needed an angel, he may someday answer “yes” if he could.

...but to make it "official:" Speedster is great and I'm happy to entertain off book powers, so Vector Manipulation is a-okay.

As I mentioned, this is going to be more collaborative story-telling than a true roll and scribble type of game. So long as there's no "God-moding" we're in good shape.

That's...

...thank you, very much!

I'm pretty sure we used Third Edition for Samael and Penumbra.

As far as character creation goes - I believe both Samael and Penumbra are Power Level 8, so, I'll call that "top end" for now.

I was rather hoping this might catch your attention, C2P!

As mentiond in the OP, this is primarily going to be character-driven freeform (much as we did with Einar and Ch'dau in HC: Aftermath). As far as M&M mechanics go, I think really all that we'd need is for your character to be created per M&M guidelines in order to fix on a "power set" (assuming you're going with a powered individual) or "equipment/resources" (for a non-powered, Batman-type or even just a cop, gang thug, etc). Beyond that, all I really expect is for folks to play to character, enjoy writing, and contribute to the over-all tale.

Let me know if I can clarify further or assist in any way. 

H’lo, Innmates! Uncle Run-With-Scissors, here, tossing pebbles in the pond and trying to see how the ripples go!

In hopes of knocking the dust off our creativity and, possibly, spurring some more activity at the Inn, SilentOne and I have been kicking around the idea of kicking off a freeform/collaborative storytelling type game. It will be set in “modern(ish)” times and have something of a Mutants & Masterminds feel at its core (and I say that only because the characters that Silent and I have dragged out of mothballs in order to start building a framework are from games of the same sort that didn’t quite make it). The actual genre of the tale may very well twist and turn in any number of ways as it goes along. Anyway, all of that said, there are going to be two different sides (at least) to the tale, loosely defined by the nature/objectives of the characters that SilentOne and myself are putting on.

Samael (my “primary” character) is an “outsider” of sorts. Basically an amnesic ‘angel’ whose body was found by Silent’s character (“Aly” as he knows her) just before his most recent resurrection. After spending some time recuperating (and slowly regaining his memories) in Aly’s company, he falls back into his “standard routine” of watching over and trying to protect the city.

Aly (aka Penumbra) is the head of Syncorp Enterprises, having taken over the business from her father. However, she also inherited the leadership of the enigmatic “Shadow Council,” a major player in organized crime (fraud, extortion, weapons dealing, murder for hire, etc), and it is that bit that eventually bring Sam and Aly into conflict with one another.

Soooo… I guess what we’re looking for, here, if anyone else is interested in joining in, are additional characters of just about any ilk to flesh out the cast and, of course, introduce your own side/sub-plots to the thing – from a Scyon City Police Detective or “masked vigilante” to a lieutenant or even low level operative of the Shadow Council or anything in between – at some point, your character(s) may “pick a side” or even remain neutral if that’s the way your character decides to play it. Up to you, really.

Anyhoo… I think that’s enough of a set up for an interest check, right? If you’ve got an inclination to join us or even more questions before you make a decision, feel free to post here or PM SilentOne or myself.

Congratulations, Buddy Bear!

This issue is definitely being worked. Migration from our old host to the new one has caused some code-related issues across the site. In a nutshell, there are chunks of code that worked on the old domain that require updating in order to work here and profile management routines are among those. Olan is aware of these issues and, I'm sure, working them as best he is able in the time he has.

Somebody pass the aloe!

Honestly, I've had time but brain not work goodly lately. Need to declutter and let the meds wear off, I suppose.

They're actually written by Keeper of Dragons. A nifty look into the journal of one of his older characters. You can check them out here!

...just been a bit of a slog for me, lately, and the meds I've been taking have my brain muddled enough that I haven't been exactly "active."

That said, I have been reading and enjoying your "journal entries," Keeper. Entertaining stuff, my friend.

Hey there, Innmates! Uncle-Run-With-Scissors here bringing you a bit of news!

As you can see by the subject line of this thread, the Inn is taking steps into the 21st century and, as time allows, you'll be seeing a lot of updates and changes to the site as we modernize things a bit - (we're looking at things like a new, mobile friendly format, Roll20 integration, etc) - one of the first steps our beloved webmaster and admins have taken toward this is the creation of the Red Dragon Inn's very own Discord channel. You can find the link in the "Interactive" menu above - Interactive>DragonChat at Discord - or, you know, you can just click this and join the rest of us Innmates in the randomosity that's taking place in our "new wing."

Hope to see you there.

*facelick*

Eol 

I've been imagining a region, somewhere in this proposed world, known as Crownspire (or "The Crownspires" if you'd prefer). Possibly a ringed formation of tall, craggy mountains somewhere in the elven domains that boasts one of the most organized/efficient "dragon hatcheries" in the world. The towns/villages at the base of these mountains are well fortified and populated with folk dedicated to the breeding/nursing/raising of dragons in the caves located higher in the mountains. Maybe something like a total of 13 cave complexes located in the Crownspires, each occupied by at least one adult dragon and, at any given time, a random number of eggs and/or hatchlings...

Just a snippet of an idea at this point, really, and could use quite a bit of development/polish before we run of on a tangent with it, but I thought I'd put it out there before it slipped my mind. Something of a seed we can plant and see what grows from it, anyway.

That helps clarify a few things, for sure. Enough so that I can run with a few vague ideas and turn them into something a little more substantial, anyway.

I'll start taking a run at a few things and see what I can shake loose from the old rusty brain pan.

P.S. Love the idea of "elemental dragons." I can almost see a few unique looks for each.

1. How big is the world? Are you looking to focus on a single continent or are you looking to have a few different continents separated by oceans and such?


2. How about predominant landscapes? When I think dragons (particularly those with riders) I tend to think of "aeries" built into sheer cliffs, high in the mountains, etc.
   
   
   
   1. Are dragons bred and raised by the various races or is it more a "find a dragon, make a connection, convince the dragon to let you ride it" kind of thing.
   
   
   2. What about care and feeding of the dragons? Is livestock raised specifically in order to feed the things? Do they go off and hunt their own food when they're not being ridden, etc?
   
   
   
   

You've got some decent "seeds" here, I'm just wondering how detailed and expansive you might want to get, so the above questions are basically the start of where your set up started my brain running.

Did you have any particular setting or storyline in mind?

I'm never opposed to a little freeform, myself, of course... just curious as to whether or not you might have an idea or two about where to start and/or where you might want the tale to go.

We must have scared it into submission!

Good to see you, dear! Glad you've decided to pop back in.

What sort of error message(s) are you getting, Altaira?

I know there were some issues with creating new threads when the site originally went back online but, as far as I know, those particular bugs have been corrected. I just tried adding a new topic in the recruitment thread, myself, and didn't have any problems.

Once I catch up with work, today, I'll see what I can do about getting back into the tale of the battleborn.  

It's a POST!!!!

Now I suppose I should do something about writing, too, eh?