EVERY TIME I DESCRIBE A CITY, I AM SPEAKING ABOUT HOME.

IT STARTS LIKE ALL THINGS START: WITH CHOICES AND THE HANDS THAT MAKE THEM. Don't call this an accident, but don't call it fate either: neither is to blame, nor should either reap all the acclaim. The city of ARDEN, hung with a million lanterns and a thousand shrines, blossoms out of the ocean, and above her hangs the wreckage of the sun— her god desiccated, but never destroyed. Through her streets walk many things: small gods, hands that build, hands that steal, and even the machines of industry that might make her anew and alien. ARDEN IS HAVEN, IS OASIS, IS EYE OF THE STORM for the conflicts that wage beyond her ports, that flicker far from her shores. But eyes of storms never stay put— and the world threatens to turn calm shores into a city, broiling. AND IN HER HEART: a band of petty thieves, bound together by circumstance and need, find themselves on a heist that might disrupt the balance of things— that might even return the sun.

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OVERMORROW is a 21+ industrial fantasy heist discord rp set in ARDEN, THE CITY OF SMALL GODS, focusing on a band of criminals thrown into the machinations of gods. It is inspired by Marielda, Blades in the Dark, Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities, and The Six of Crows duology. The game explores themes of industrialization, home, loyalty, love, belief, and what we owe each other.

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LUDUS MIRA MALHOTRA — 25-31, UTP — GRIFTER.

YOU EVER HAVE ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS, WHERE NOTHING EVER SEEMS TO GO RIGHT? The kind of night where your hand of cards runs thin, where every drink goes sour. WHAT WOULD YOU DO TO NEVER HAVE THAT AGAIN? To be blessed by Lady Luck, for her to kiss your brow and call you her chosen child. It's not a question that has to be asked, all rhetorical and uncertain. It's a thing known— on one of those nights, the floor of the dive sticky with cheap beer and bad fruit, your whole being aching, you played a hand with her. She won. Of course she won. She was never not going to win. And you came up on short on cash, asked Luck herself if she'd trade for a kiss. She only laughed, and offered a different bargain. But let's rewind. Start over, go back to the beginning: from her you learned one lesson. But there are many more to cover. The first lesson that is learned is the way that hearts are weapons. The second is how reality skips, jumps, breaks. People always fill in gaps with whatever they are expecting. There is nothing that your words cannot change. You are resplendent, body ever shifting, smile always sliding. You are lies piled high, doused in honey, what anyone might imagine the attention of a beam of sunlight might be, had they the chance to encounter it. THERE IS SO MUCH MUSIC; WHY NOT DANCE? Someday, Luck will come and claim her due, but that is the future. And for now, you have an infinity of presents.

CONNECTIONS

AGAPE — THE DAYS OF BURNING, AND SILENCE, AND DISTANCE.

There are some things that lies cannot soften. Some things that not even your trickster's heart can forgive. WHAT AGAPE HAS DONE IS ONE OF THEM. To them, the death was only one job, the eradication of a loadstone that another told them to remove. But to you, it was personal, was a person near and dear. While the rest receive your smiles, your light, your ever flitting attention, they will never receive the full of it. This, you promise, this you burn into your being.

PHILAUTIA — BUT THE HEART HAS ITS OWN MEMORY AND I HAVE FORGOTTEN NOTHING.

Once, PHILAUTIA was the object of one of your games. Once, you wove a story around them, took them on twirl. You knew that they knew— and still they came, jackrabbit eager, ready to hear the story that you had to tell. BUT THAT WAS THEN, AND THIS IS NOW. Now, they lack the wide eyes, now they lack the encouraging nods. Now, there is only a bitter tinge to their voice, a hollow uncertainty. But the memory of them once haunts— could what once was ever be restored?

PHILIA — LIKE ORPHEUS, I AM NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO NOT LOOK AT WHAT I WANT.

For you, lies are fun. Lies are just part of the dance you weave, a truth about yourself twisted around and turned inside out. PHILIA is different. And this unsettles you, unmoors you. There is nothing honest in the way that they lie, no truth in the pile of masks they paper on. You want to shred, to understand. You want one honest moment out of them, something that you might finally understand. And until that day comes, this is all you can do: trail them as if a dog with a bone, tease them, grin and poke. There must be something there— no person can be fully hollow. IT WOULD RUIN YOU TO EVER BELIEVE THAT.

TAKEN BY JOY ✧ ZOE BARNARD

❛        🧭        i    am   a   man   of    𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗲    and   i   seek    𝗆𝗒    𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾.

𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗴      𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀      is      an      appless      semi-canon      roleplay      based      on      the      𝖴𝖭𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖳𝖤𝖣      game      franchise.      the      roleplay      follows      the      individuals      affiliated      with      the      thief      /      heist      group      known      as      𝗍𝗁𝖾         𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺.      led      by      an      anonymous      leader      known      as      "the      professor"      ,      the      crew's      ultimate      goal      is      to      find      HENRY    AVERY’S      lost      treasure.      as      libertalia      embarks      on      their      adventure      their      confronted      with      a      dangerous      adversary:      a      private      military      known      as      TRINITY      who      share      the      same      goal      in      finding      the      lost      treasure.

ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS & RESERVATIONS FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 15TH !!!

CAEDES CORVI

CAEDES CORVI WAS AN END IN ITSELF, AND NOTHING IN BETWEEN. It was power and it was justice and it was all the world’s forgiveness if only they did not question the ties that bound them. Brought to existence by The Beast itself, the Nihilum were offered the greatest thing a person could covet: the completion of a desire. Whatever they wished for, would be, and all they could ever want, was given. All it demanded in return was sacrifice, the total annihilation of self. Paradise was but another word for man’s folly and to them, hunted and made myth by sport, there was never any other way the story could have ended.

 @aureacor II ENTER ( @caedescorvirpg )

also in the good news department at least its not what i thought in my pre game and there just heisting between episodes

// like for a starter of varying length?

Hey Ned here I am 19 yr old looking for a female partner must be 18+ please.

As you know, I am looking for more than just an interaction.

I have an idea of a RP which includes adventure romance and intimacy of course

It's a story about a thief named Yaarkaan and your character is Emily an architecture who loved to discover artifacts and protect it from the Great mikados an organization who is searching for a artichoke a fiction element which help to create matters for weapons as they hired me for that to find some ways so I just peaked you by pretending a different identity to get what I want. And then where stories go

I like to discuss it more with you if you are up for it as I am looking for long term partner don't be in a rush it let's co-ordinate if you're interested.

Just like and i will be there

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Well folks, I’m basically abandoning the BirdFire to come to this spot. So I might as well explain what this Halfling does…

I am a TTRPG cliche: a technically trained, white, middle class, cis-het male, with a wife (Mrs Halfling) and 2 kids (Halfling A & Halfling M). I’ve been playing TTRPG since school, I’ve done my time with MtG, and Warhammer, then started making TTRPG because I saw a big name game that had a dumpster fire book and thought “Yeah, I could do that or better on my own…”

I’ve made my own base system when I made my first TTRPG, a scifi and cyberpunk game, and then rebuilt it to do a slasher horror game, a cosmic horror/pulp adventure game, and then a heist game.

Separately to that I’m working on a kids TTRPG which is broadly PbtA inspired about being the little animal friends of a young kid witch learning to be an adult witch ready to go out and help everyone on her own.

If you want to find the things I’ve made, you can check out my Itch.io and some of it is up at DriveThru but I’ve been letting that slide a bit.

If you’re in Australia, you can find me at some conventions typically those not regularly attended by neonazis (yes, that has been a thing and it would be great if it wasn’t).

EVERY TIME I DESCRIBE A CITY, I AM SPEAKING ABOUT HOME.

IT STARTS LIKE ALL THINGS START: WITH CHOICES AND THE HANDS THAT MAKE THEM. Don't call this an accident, but don't call it fate either: neither is to blame, nor should either reap all the acclaim. The city of ARDEN, hung with a million lanterns and a thousand shrines, blossoms out of the ocean, and above her hangs the wreckage of the sun— her god desiccated, but never destroyed. Through her streets walk many things: small gods, hands that build, hands that steal, and even the machines of industry that might make her anew and alien. ARDEN IS HAVEN, IS OASIS, IS EYE OF THE STORM for the conflicts that wage beyond her ports, that flicker far from her shores. But eyes of storms never stay put— and the world threatens to turn calm shores into a city, broiling. AND IN HER HEART: a band of petty thieves, bound together by circumstance and need, find themselves on a heist that might disrupt the balance of things— that might even return the sun.

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OVERMORROW is a 21+ industrial fantasy heist limited run discord rp set in ARDEN, THE CITY OF SMALL GODS, focusing on a band of criminals thrown into the machinations of gods. It is inspired by Marielda, Blades in the Dark, Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities, and The Six of Crows duology. The game explores themes of industrialization, home, agency, belief, and what we owe each other.

ENTER ✧ ENTER ✧ ENTER

❛        🧭        i    am   a   man   of   𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞    &    i   must   𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌   𝒎𝒚   𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆.

 [      .      .      .      ]       an   idealist’s   dream   throws   the   first   stone:   the   resistance   is   birthed   by   the   enigmatic   identity   solely   known   as   THE   PROFESSOR:   a   person   enamored   by   the   old   world,   history   books,   and   lost   treasurers.   the   group   of   criminals,   misfits,   and   expert   thieves   are   handpicked   by   the   mysterious   being   as   an   opportunity   to   seize   back   power   from   those   who   have   wronged   them.   a   revenge   ploy   disguised   as   a   deadly   method   of   getting   rich.   they   are   known   as   THE   LIBERTALIA,   aptly   named   after   the   prolific   pirate   colony   of   the   1800s   helmed   by   henry   avery.

 [       AMONGTHIEVES       ]      is   a   semi   -   appless   roleplay   about   the   fictional   thief   /   heist   group   the   libertalia   ;   as   they   embark   on   their   adventure   to   find   henry   avery's   lost   treasure.

          OPENING  FOR  APPLICATIONS  .  .  .  SOON  !

AGAPE BRIGID FENG — 25, F — COMBAT.

CW — death, violence, manipulation.

CONSIDER YOUR HANDS, AND REMEMBER THAT THEY ARE YOURS. There were once two minds— two lovers of the song of violence— and together they conceived an idea, a fairytale of a thought. What if they created a perfect weapon? What if they bore a vehicle for death, not by the cold of steel, but the warmth of flesh? And so the story goes: once upon a time, there was a blade born swaddled in cloth, tiny cry reaching high to the heavens. Once there was a child, a shadow slipping through a door, small feet following heavier boot imprints. One upon a time, you were nothing but what you could do with your hands, nothing but the way that a life could crumble to nothing under your grasp. BUT IS THIS ALL THAT YOU ARE? Home was only ever a series of tests— love half conditional, half true. They told you how to sharpen your claws, told you to only return once you had done what they asked. In the evenings, you rested your head on your father's shoulder, watched him play janggi with fierce intent. The motions mean nothing to you. What matters is the language of his body, learning how a person sits in idle repose. AND STILL, THIS FEELS TOO CRUEL— to sit in the darkness and wait to be given purpose. You are a blade, but you are warm too. The mind whirs, the heart pounds. The toll grows too much, the affection too little. And in the midnight hours, you choose escape as the only thing you could ever do, blinking into the world with wide eyed wonder, as if a rabbit on the first day of spring. There is so much to love— you had not realized how much affection could be held inside a body until now.

CONNECTIONS

PRAGMA — YOUR LOCKED DOOR. YOUR HAUNTED HOUSE. THE UNLEARNING IS TAKING SO LONG.

If there is a definition of friend, then they would slot in beside it. They were the first friend, the truest friend. The one that might allow you to unravel the secrets of being a person alongside them. THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS TO TIE YOURSELF TO ANOTHER. But words are stranger than strange, and you stumble over how you might express that to them. In the end silence is the only thing that you can muster, bird-bones trailing after them, eyes open and eager. But perhaps that will be enough. It must be enough. If you fail at this, then have you not failed at the rest of this freedom?

LUDUS — BLOOD AND BLOOD AND NO HOLDS BARRED.

How do you apologize for something you cannot fix? There is a hole in the world because of you, a gaping absence in LUDUS's life. There is blood on your hands, and as much as you might want to be a new thing, to be reborn, it cannot be washed away. To be burnt clean by fire might bring you clarity, might bring purity, but it cannot change the past. To atone would be all that you had ever wanted, and still the words for it crumble ashen in your mouth. And this too — SUCH AN APOLOGY WILL NEVER BE TAKEN TRULY.

PHILIA — LOVE WILL GUT YOU AND THEN ASK YOU TO CARRY ON SINGING WITH LIGHT ON YOUR TONGUE.

YOU WOULD FOLLOW THEM TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH. It's easy, see? PHILIA brought you to the rest of them, gave you something that seems like the family you had always believed you wanted. Bodies were a second language to you, but masks were not. Looking at them is a glimmer of light, like the lamps that hang above the city that you now call home. If they asked, you would jump. If they called, you would come. You want to be a thing adored, and they offer the appreciation that you have long been lacking. Questioning that has never been in the cards for you. The end of this will only come with your affection spilling clean from your lips, hands bound like so.

TAKEN BY KIARA ✧ THADDEA GRAHAM

❛        🧭        i    am   a   man   of    𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗲    and   i   seek    𝗆𝗒    𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾.

𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗴      𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀      is      an      appless      semi-canon      roleplay      based      on      the      𝖴𝖭𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖳𝖤𝖣      game      franchise.      the      roleplay      follows      the      individuals      affiliated      with      the      thief      /      heist      group      known      as      𝗍𝗁𝖾         𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺.      led      by      an      anonymous      leader      known      as      "the      professor"      ,      the      crew's      ultimate      goal      is      to      find      HENRY    AVERY’S      lost      treasure.      as      libertalia      embarks      on      their      adventure      their      confronted      with      a      dangerous      adversary:      a      private      military      known      as      TRINITY      who      share      the      same      goal      in      finding      the      lost      treasure.

OPENING FOR INTERACTIONS FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 22ND !!!

There's a million things that go on around us. But this one heist has taken years to plan out. Train heist meant both money and cars. Gabriel was in it for the cars. Tabitha, his baby sister would be watching out for them like a guardian angel, which was quite literal. Gabriel had the planned laid out on the table outside in the Texas heat the night before. He was waiting on diego & nari to arrive. They were going to have family dinner as it was traditional to them, after they discussed the plan they would pray over the food & themselves. Gabe watched from outside of his little sister dancing in the kitchen with quin. Officials his girlfriend who recently moved in at his & tabithas request. Since tabitha was only sixteen they didn't let her go on missions like this but once she's eighteen, she'll get a say about what happens. Gabe couldn't help chuckle as he heard laughter in the house.

@blxxdyroses & @outwithabang

// Alright I know there's not really a Kaleidoscope RP community but alas I have no self control and behold, Roger. so come at me.

Wylan: (sees Jesper having a gmabling addiction, way too much trauma, internally hating himself, hiding his grisha powers, accidentaly ruining the ice court heist) Wylan: Yep, seems like the good life for me.