THECREATIVEFORGE | CLOSED RP

To be perfectly honest, the Corinthian doesn't care what this party is about. Just some sentimental celebration by some air headded rich folks wanting to flaunt their wealth amongst their peers. And quite frankly, the Corinthian doesn't give a fuck.

The whole reason he frequents these events, is because they are ripe with eligible young, wealthy bachelors.

Just the Corinthian's type.

He'd manage to weasel his way into this event on the arm of some stinkingly rich old baronness as her latest piece of arm candy. It was simple enough to swoon the old crone with some delightful smooth talking and some utterly repulsive sex. But the Nightmare is not above doing whatever it takes to get him in.

And now that he's brushing past the elbows of some of the citys elite, the blond glides through the crowd with an effortless ease of a hunter seeking out its prey. Having abandoned his date somewhere in the sea of fine silks and expensive alcohol. The Corinthian finds itself drawn to one particularly handsome looking young thing loitering by some obscenely expensive ancient pottery.

The Corinthian slips up by his side almost silently. His drink held to his lips as the monster takes a moment to regard the ugly lump of pottery displayed on its pedestal.

"Not much to look at, is it?"

@thecreativeforge

Fear and Rage

I have been asked by both groups I run with why I’m playing Sky in two campaigns.

I think it boils down to wanting to explore different aspects of the character and seeing where the narrative takes her.

On one hand, exploring her anxieties and becoming the monster she fears the most. The other, seeing how far her patience takes her, and seeing what would happen if she breaks.

It’s interesting to me.

High volts through these veins Trouble is our gain Keepin' aces up every sleeve Ready set, ready set l e t ' s g o

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Indie, 18+, based in D&D and Pathfinder. Written by Veerah

Viktor Skipjack again, now that our campaign has started!

(Continued from here!)

@archerwhiterp :

The storm had done some damage all along the river's banks. The town built around the bridge struggled with fallen trees and debris piling up on their banks. Some thought they had seen a person being swept away down stream. Archer and a few townsfolk had run down to help, but after bearing down the storm for so long the rest had fled. Leaving only the Alchemist trudging through lightning and heavy rain for a person who may just as well be a corpse at this point.

He pulled his coat closer to his face and shuffled water off his shoulders. His eyes glued to the rocky and tumultuous waves for anything that could be a person. 

He saw it! A shimmer of something! A hand outstretched! In the dark it was hard to see but he definitely saw a hand waving. Maybe he even heard someone calling out. Or he was being hopeful. If a person could scream they were alive.

"I'M COMING!" He called as if they could hear him that far in the water. Running carefully down the bank he slipped in the mud and tumbled the rest of the way down until he hit the shore. He groaned and flicked it off him as he stood again. Watching the waves for the person he thought he saw but they were gone. 

He cursed softly and began to follow the water more closely. Eyes darting at every dark corner and fallen log. Down the bank it seemed the water slowed just a bit. Enough to purse around a rather large fallen tree. Near it he saw a moving figure, shivering in the darkness. It was them!

He ran towards him, ripping his pack off his shoulders and slinging his coat off along with it. Careful to keep his arms still covered by his shirt sleeves and gloves. "It's alright friend. You're safe now." He spoke loudly, clearly, not sure what kind of trauma his new patient had suffered. 

As soon as he came upon him he carefully draped his coat over his form. His hands hovered, wanting to grasp him but knowing better. "Are you injured? Can you move? Can you-" 

He paused and blinked a few times in surprise. This face. He knew this face. "You're... You're Oliver's friend aren't you? Skipper?" Crap he was terrible at names. That didn't feel right but it was close enough. "Let me have a look at you.”

Despite his supposed resignation Skitter flinched at the loud voice, barely able to process the words. He flinched again at the first touch of something against his back, arms curling around his chest in meager protection, clumsy with the cold. He wanted to stand, to scramble away or fight, but he didn’t have the strength. 

The last thing he’d expected was for the touch to bring warmth. He curled into it without thinking, ducking his head and drawing his legs up under the fabric that had been draped over him as best he could.

The voice was still talking. Now that he’d had time to listen properly, it didn’t sound like the tones he’d come to associate with captivity. It was more like how the little red-haired man tended to talk. And Skitter wasn’t being attacked or even restrained. Yet.

He managed to turn his head, squinting up at the person hovering over him. That was… oh. It was someone safe; the man that the… that Oscar had insisted on saving. 

Skitter didn’t exactly relax, but the dread in his chest eased by just a notch. He frowned and made a more concerted effort to parse what the man was saying. It was normally easier, but he felt like he was on the edge of sleep, like his thoughts were swimming through sludge.

“…friend,” he echoed, because Oscar used that word a lot so he probably should too, with people who treated Oscar well. Maybe it would transfer. His voice scraped in his throat. “Yes.” Skitter wished he hadn’t taken so long to start listening properly; the man talked so quickly. “…what?”

[but also Barbarian Jay is great cuz he has the best Intimidation and its fun]

Tosses a pickaxe at your face no miss.

" Get bent. "

//So, it’s been one year since I started play Rio in a DnD campaign, and while I’ve been quiet here, it’s been quite a blast and at least kept my love for him. He keeps his relative back story, although his race isn’t the majority of the Empire he was born into, he used to be very loyal and worked for them until he discovered a massive experiment on magical beings (including their own members), he joins a resistance group. The game takes place a bit after when his cell was discovered, and he had to escape out of the country. Now working as a mercenary, he still tries to do what he can, even so far from home.

(Art by hchanooo on Twitter)

Some fun facts: - As an artificer, all his ‘spells’ are small trinkets, drones, devices or patches which he has created and use, or special ammunition he uses out of his upgraded heavy crossbow (which shoots pew-pew lasers with). Some of his favourites are Grease, Vortex Warp, Guidance and Detect spells (which he uses a PKE meter for) - He created a personal giant protector drone, which he named Hiraeth, designed based on his home forest which is no more - Has kept files on almost all his companions, in case he ever needs it. He as already opened one of them, revealing one of the player characters to be a demon in disguise, and a child of one of the most powerful people in the Empire he left behind. - There is one character he hasn’t been able to get any dirt on, and is one of the only ones he actually trusts. As such, he customized their throwing axe with gravity controls to recall it after being thrown. - He may also has a crush on them, but has no way of acting upon it - Has back talked and called out an archfey in his own court - Hiraeth has been destoryed in almost every single combat that he has been in - Has helped a deranged, other inventor create a non-magical flying machine (powered by a fire elemental he helped kill) - Has geeked hard over an interplanar telescope that they came across and worked to open, to prevent an island being warped with a magical field. It was a piece of artwork for him - Wants to invent a set of wings to glide, but hasn’t found the time to do so. - A party member that joined a bit into the game he discovered to have been a slave and one of the people that had been experimented on in the Empire. He has became Very Protective of them, even if they don’t want him to be - Has multiple times try to act as a navigator on a boat, and each time has almost crashed the ship - He really wants to punch the demon player, but has settled on having to call him out several times

I do really love playing him, and should make him a main verse available on my about page. If anyone would be interested at least

D&D Verse

Name: Shivan Parlan

Birth and Childhood: Born in the realm of Tharlas during the time of Soft Night, Shivan grew up in the western mountains, until he chose to become a cleric and travelled north to the Temple of Tavic. When the people rebelled against the Gods and burned the temple to the ground, Shivan was left for dead- but Dulion stepped in, declaring that this was not his fate.

Shivan knew that the Gods were not immortal- it was a price they paid when the first gods had used their power to create Tharlas. They chose a mortal successor and passed on their powers. But the mortals didn't like that the gods made that choice. Shivan was set to be the next cleric of Dulion, but a twist of a knife left Dulion choosing a second cleric instead, and Shivan was gifted near immortal life, so that when the time came, he would take his place as the next God of Fate.

Now in the 2000 years since the time of Soft Night has ended, Shivan has travelled Tharlas to make sure that history does not repeat, and the truth of the Gods immortality is not revealed, and to ensure that the threads of fate are kept as Dulion as weaved them.

Appearance: Standing at 5' Shivan has tanned skin and a playful smile always on his lips. With light brown eyes and curly dark brown hair, he usually hides himself behind a veil and cleric robes when he's in Tavic or performing any rituals for Dulion. Those in Tavic's Temple have never seen his face, and Shivan uses this to his advantage when he travels.

His travelling gear changes depending on the location- in the eastern mage's islands, he often wears his veil but opts for lighter robes as the warmth is too much for him. In the southern and western controlled empire lands he wears tight fitting travel gear, and forgoes the veil, not giving any outward appearance of being a mage.

Personality: In the temple Shivan is the soft spoken and kind cleric that many expect to find. Often speaking in a quiet voice and giving cryptic hints of whats to come. While outside the temple, he's flirty, teasing, and far from the cleric everyone expects. Shivan is more than willing to smack someone in the back of the head for being an idiot before healing them or helping.

@strvhd. from here

Strahd is no stranger to being bitten, but he does bite back. He takes the first sign as a sign of aggression. And that's not really allowed here. Barovia is Strahd. She is Strahd. And he is Barovia, to threaten so blatantly to bite him in his own territory. No.

Strahd lifts the Miqo'te by the hair, pulling him up into into air. Exposing the tender slightly fluffy neck to the air. His zeroing on his pulse point. Perhaps this should be done without the added audiance of L'Calem's the consorts still standing. Perhaps you should NOT have bitten the Baron Strahd von Zarovich.

Strahd bites down and bites down hard. Clamping his teeth like a vice grip around the other's pulse point. Drinking. Dragging the pulse of you through your neck to his mouth. Dragging out hit points and hope in one fell swoop.

____

Calem hadn't known where he was, didn't know where his friends were. He just knew at one point he'd been fighting, then suddenly found himself in a place foreign to him. It felt almost like the Empty, as little aether there was in the air. It sapped at his energy and he couldn't use his job stones. It left him on age, progressively more panicked as he searched for a way out.

So when he was grabbed by surprise, he twisted and snapped with his teeth. If he knew what a mistake it was he might not have. But then again, he was never one to be in control of his violence. He clawed fruitlessly at the arm that grabbed his hair, lifted in the air and unable to do anything. He yowled when the. figure bit his neck, claws digging into any purchase he could find as his tail whipped wildly.

"Let go of me you bastard!" He growled.

I know I said I would write a dnd/bg3 verse for Cyra, but I'm torn with how I want to handle it.

On one hand, I have lore written up as if FFXIV was translated into a dnd format with some unwritten stuff for the Twelve, and also including the void as simply part of the Hells. I also wrote new spells for her to reflect things that I wanted to keep, but I'm not sure if the lore I've rewritten for her is solid enough to fit in.

Logically, I could have her as a half-tabaxi even though it would technically be a homebrew race. I could also have her as a warlock with a patron, which would make sense considering that's how it would actually translate from how I have her set up with her lore in FF14. She could have broken an aspect of her contract that resulted in her form being changed to give her the horns, but I'm still on the fence about it.

I could also just make her a fuzzy tiefling. I have absolutely considered that.

New butch dropped. Definitely not doomed by the narrative

Did you enjoy Across the Spider-Verse? Do you like TTRPGs?

You should check out the award-winning TTRPG I wrote as a love letter to Spider-Man, called Anyone Can Wear the Mask.

(not for nothing, but the art in the game by Elijah Forbes is gorgeous)

It's a 3-player RPG where one player plays a local superhero; another, the City the hero has sworn to protect; and the third, the villain threatening the safety of the people. You draw cards, roll dice, draw a map, and tell a story about what it means to be a hero.

It's currently available in print and digital, which includes the PDF and audiobook with narration by Aaron Catano-Saez (Skyjacks: Courier's Call). Peep the game's trailer:

You can get the game right here:

Print: Jeffstormer.com/shop

Digital: jeffstormer.itch.io/mask

Details: Ithadel

So I have played Ithadel in DnD one (1) time.

By the end of the campaign, he had taken the vows and co-opted the powers of a dying angel and was well on his way to establishing a significant power base in the literal Abyss, doing everything in his power to give hundreds of damned and/or lost souls a second chance at living a good (after)life.

(He nominally started as a paladin, but considering this was back in 4e and he punched his own [fallen] god in the face when the opportunity was presented to him...)

I’m not saying the guy is perfectly moral. And there’s a lot to be said for the influence of that particular GM’s storytelling and worldbuilding styles.

But I am saying that Ithadel is genuinely and wholeheartedly devoted to finding ways to help people, no matter how daunting or surreal the circumstances might be.

(…once he’s had a chance to collect himself. 😂)

DND/Fantasy Verses:

Terror Bloodraven- -Tiefling Rogue (Arcane Trickster)/Barbarian (Path of the Berzerker) -Born into an Elf community and essentially being kicked out for being a Tiefling. Only close people know him as ‘Jay,’ and there aren’t really any of those around. (He has a more full Elven name.) He dubbed himself as ‘Terror Bloodraven’ and became one of the greatest gladiators ever. He’s also been murdering nobles and guards when he’s not in the arenas and may be super wanted. Doing anything heroic or whatever isn’t on his to-do list, but he has been dragged around by a group for some reason because some of them claim he’s their muscle and they need him. But he doesn’t really care about saving the world. He hates everyone and wants to kill them, himself.

Deimos- -Tiefling Barbarian (Berzerker)/Warlock (The Fiend) -There are some similarities between the Deimos and Terror versions. Still a Tiefling with an Elven name somewhere at one point. Still the greatest gladiator the world has ever seen. But here, he’s picked a name that he hopes will strike more terror and be taken a bit more seriously. And here, he has powers. Currently a warlock borrowing powers, since his own that he used to have have been taken away. He’s been keeping his true goals under wraps, so as not to spoil anything. He doesn’t want to give away the chaotic surprise.

[Note: I don’t wanna say too much about the Deimos verse because idk if certain people will just happen to come here and see this and be spoiled >>]