Amid the scorched badlands, there stands a proud and mighty city, gleaming in perfect white marble. Sun City, the seat of power of the Crimson Regent, and the dominion of all excess, luxury, and vice. A city with few laws and even fewer morals, where those who displease the Regent or are simply at the wrong place in the wrong time can be thrown into one of the many arenas to fight to the death for the enjoyment of the masses, and all religions except the worship of Asmodeus are outlawed.
Yet Sun City also hides a hidden underworld, inhabited by dissidents, heretics, the dispossessed, and numerous factions vying for power or even just fighting for survival. Beneath the glimmering streets, in the tunnels and caves, a parallel society has sprung up, one where chaos reigns but where the agents of the Regent do not dare go. To some, it is a nightmare, yet to others, it is an uneasy sanctuary. And within this underground city, there is a tavern...
The Rotten Apple is a small tavern in the centre of a huge, man-made chamber where a settlement known as the Gut has formed. Behind the bar is Jaden Dregman, a sallow-faced, greasy-haired human male with a past he does not like to talk about, and serving food are his two adult children, Silas and Trinity. The food at the tavern is of a slightly questionable standard, but is probably one of the better establishments in the Gut nonetheless. All are welcome in the Rotten Apple, as long as they do not cause trouble- even Aasimar, who are looked upon as abhorrent by the authorities of Sun City, even the wretched scum and villainy that slinks in the shadows, yes, even you are welcome in the Rotten Apple
Rules
1. No PVP without permission from both people playing the characters. If that is agreed to, then PVP may occur outside, but no such fighting may happen inside the Tavern itself. If you do end up fighting in the Tavern, you will be... punished >:D
2. If you wish to have an encounter or something similar, let's talk about it over in PMs and I will see if I can run it.
3. Please do not use overly vulgar language (such as repeated swearing or the f%&@ word). I will give you one reminder if this rule is violated.
4. If an argument gets out of hand, there are always PMs to talk about it so it doesn't clutter up the main thread. But just do your best to be respectful.
5. Please keep things appropriate and go easy on any gory details or any brutal actions. This also includes 18+ scenes or content (Fade to black/suggestive scenarios). We are not aware of the age of thread participants or how comfortable they are with it, so please keep things down and be mindful of these kinds of things. If you and other players would like to do things like this, please take it to a PM.
6. Please go easy on quote chains for ease of mobile users. If someone has very long chains, please let them know in a respectful way.
7. When speaking OOC, structure it like *this*.
8. Please put the name of a Star Wars character in your first post to show you've read the rules :)
Sun City has always had problems with social mobility, but the crazed and hopeless desire for ascension has never manifested greater than in Dym, the Chimney Baron. Flesh, flame and smog incarnate, the half-demon was stripped of his family name and sent to live in the streets at birth as punishment for being born from two individuals of different castes. He was the third child of the two parents to suffer such punishment. The others didn't survive childhood.
Emerging from the fireplace comes the Baron himself, dressed in his cloak and suit, covered in horns and arms, almost none of which were originally his. He gives a deep, sweeping bow, his crude, bright red, skin-crafted top hat almost touching the floor. His suit drips rendering fat into the fire, causing it to smoke deliciously. A moth-eaten, heavily patched red carpet rolls a few feet out of the flames, guided by a pair of well-dressed quasits. Dym walks forward as the quasits bow to him.
"Good day, gentleman," comes the self-appointed Chimney Baron's scratchy voice, addressing Dregman. "I heard across the wire that you have uncovered a crate of stolen wine. May I try some?" His yellow eyes glint eagerly as he drops a pursefull of random coins and banknotes onto the table
'Indeed you can! That was some entrance, you someone important?' Dregman laughs, showing a mouth of yellowed teeth
"Not yet, but I'm getting there!" The fiend laughs in return. He holds out a hand. "Dym, no last name."
'Well, nice to meet you, Dym no last name. You thinking of staying here, or just passin' through?'
"Whichever one I can afford! I'm sure I can stay at least a night, but I may have to resort to bartering to stay much longer. I'm somewhat cash-poor and everything-else-rich."
The door swings open as a halfling with short auburn hair walks inside. He stands about 3'7 with fair, almond colored skin, bright silver eyes that are flecked with purple, and wears leather armor, a white shirt, brown breeches, and a long green scarf. He sits at the table towards the nearest window, looking outside while kicking his legs.
'Well, bartering is fine, if you got something worth bartering, that is. Let me guess, you've made yourself a few enemies up there I take it?'
"Sort of. More, people up there are afraid of me for what I can do and what I am as opposed to what I have actually done. Everything in the city that is burned up goes to me. Documents, stained clothes, debtors, children's toys, children... Anyway, I give a lot of people hope that burning alive won't be the end, which is bad, and I also have a lot of important contracts and documents, which is also bad. I could blackmail the leaders of Sun City, but that wouldn't be noble of me. A good lord gains power through their own merits."
'Power through merits? You're a better man than I am, that's for certain. Wait, so what does happen to all those folks who get burned up in the arenas? What do you mean, they go to you?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The door swings open as a halfling with short auburn hair walks inside. He stands about 3'7 with fair, almond colored skin, bright silver eyes that are flecked with purple, and wears leather armor, a white shirt, brown breeches, and a long green scarf. He sits at the table towards the nearest window, looking outside while kicking his legs.
'How can I help you?' Silas asks, going over to the table. He has lank black hair, sallow skin, and looks just like a younger version of his father
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Power through merits? You're a better man than I am, that's for certain. Wait, so what does happen to all those folks who get burned up in the arenas? What do you mean, they go to you?'
"I mean they appear in my parlor, usually alive, unless they would have died anyway from something other than fire. The dead ones get used for grafting. I often make deals with those who get burned, allowing them to become demons if they do me a favor, usually something like attend one of my parties so it looks like I have actual friends."
Amid the scorched badlands, there stands a proud and mighty city, gleaming in perfect white marble. Sun City, the seat of power of the Crimson Regent, and the dominion of all excess, luxury, and vice. A city with few laws and even fewer morals, where those who displease the Regent or are simply at the wrong place in the wrong time can be thrown into one of the many arenas to fight to the death for the enjoyment of the masses, and all religions except the worship of Asmodeus are outlawed.
Yet Sun City also hides a hidden underworld, inhabited by dissidents, heretics, the dispossessed, and numerous factions vying for power or even just fighting for survival. Beneath the glimmering streets, in the tunnels and caves, a parallel society has sprung up, one where chaos reigns but where the agents of the Regent do not dare go. To some, it is a nightmare, yet to others, it is an uneasy sanctuary. And within this underground city, there is a tavern...
The Rotten Apple is a small tavern in the centre of a huge, man-made chamber where a settlement known as the Gut has formed. Behind the bar is Jaden Dregman, a sallow-faced, greasy-haired human male with a past he does not like to talk about, and serving food are his two adult children, Silas and Trinity. The food at the tavern is of a slightly questionable standard, but is probably one of the better establishments in the Gut nonetheless. All are welcome in the Rotten Apple, as long as they do not cause trouble- even Aasimar, who are looked upon as abhorrent by the authorities of Sun City, even the wretched scum and villainy that slinks in the shadows, yes, even you are welcome in the Rotten Apple
Rules
1. No PVP without permission from both people playing the characters. If that is agreed to, then PVP may occur outside, but no such fighting may happen inside the Tavern itself. If you do end up fighting in the Tavern, you will be... punished >:D
2. If you wish to have an encounter or something similar, let's talk about it over in PMs and I will see if I can run it.
3. Please do not use overly vulgar language (such as repeated swearing or the f%&@ word). I will give you one reminder if this rule is violated.
4. If an argument gets out of hand, there are always PMs to talk about it so it doesn't clutter up the main thread. But just do your best to be respectful.
5. Please keep things appropriate and go easy on any gory details or any brutal actions. This also includes 18+ scenes or content (Fade to black/suggestive scenarios). We are not aware of the age of thread participants or how comfortable they are with it, so please keep things down and be mindful of these kinds of things. If you and other players would like to do things like this, please take it to a PM.
6. Please go easy on quote chains for ease of mobile users. If someone has very long chains, please let them know in a respectful way.
7. When speaking OOC, structure it like *this*.
8. Please put the name of a Star Wars character in your first post to show you've read the rules :)
9. Have some fun!
*Mods: Dutch, Baalz*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Ziro. This looks awesome. I'm thinking of playing some sort of demonic character.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm going to give this a good luke over and intro soon!*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Yes, that would be perfect! Demons and the like are fairly common in Sun City, and some are even used as enforcers by the Crimson Regent*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Luke
*This looks really cool, but I’m not sure who to intro*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
*Any fantasy character would work, preferably darker but they don't have to be*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*I’m not sure who I have who would fit. Let me think about this.*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Sun City has always had problems with social mobility, but the crazed and hopeless desire for ascension has never manifested greater than in Dym, the Chimney Baron. Flesh, flame and smog incarnate, the half-demon was stripped of his family name and sent to live in the streets at birth as punishment for being born from two individuals of different castes. He was the third child of the two parents to suffer such punishment. The others didn't survive childhood.
Emerging from the fireplace comes the Baron himself, dressed in his cloak and suit, covered in horns and arms, almost none of which were originally his. He gives a deep, sweeping bow, his crude, bright red, skin-crafted top hat almost touching the floor. His suit drips rendering fat into the fire, causing it to smoke deliciously. A moth-eaten, heavily patched red carpet rolls a few feet out of the flames, guided by a pair of well-dressed quasits. Dym walks forward as the quasits bow to him.
"Good day, gentleman," comes the self-appointed Chimney Baron's scratchy voice, addressing Dregman. "I heard across the wire that you have uncovered a crate of stolen wine. May I try some?" His yellow eyes glint eagerly as he drops a pursefull of random coins and banknotes onto the table
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Indeed you can! That was some entrance, you someone important?' Dregman laughs, showing a mouth of yellowed teeth
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Not yet, but I'm getting there!" The fiend laughs in return. He holds out a hand. "Dym, no last name."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I don't know stars wars so i'll say C-3PO :.]*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'Well, nice to meet you, Dym no last name. You thinking of staying here, or just passin' through?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Whichever one I can afford! I'm sure I can stay at least a night, but I may have to resort to bartering to stay much longer. I'm somewhat cash-poor and everything-else-rich."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The door swings open as a halfling with short auburn hair walks inside. He stands about 3'7 with fair, almond colored skin, bright silver eyes that are flecked with purple, and wears leather armor, a white shirt, brown breeches, and a long green scarf. He sits at the table towards the nearest window, looking outside while kicking his legs.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'Well, bartering is fine, if you got something worth bartering, that is. Let me guess, you've made yourself a few enemies up there I take it?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Sort of. More, people up there are afraid of me for what I can do and what I am as opposed to what I have actually done. Everything in the city that is burned up goes to me. Documents, stained clothes, debtors, children's toys, children... Anyway, I give a lot of people hope that burning alive won't be the end, which is bad, and I also have a lot of important contracts and documents, which is also bad. I could blackmail the leaders of Sun City, but that wouldn't be noble of me. A good lord gains power through their own merits."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Power through merits? You're a better man than I am, that's for certain. Wait, so what does happen to all those folks who get burned up in the arenas? What do you mean, they go to you?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'How can I help you?' Silas asks, going over to the table. He has lank black hair, sallow skin, and looks just like a younger version of his father
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"I mean they appear in my parlor, usually alive, unless they would have died anyway from something other than fire. The dead ones get used for grafting. I often make deals with those who get burned, allowing them to become demons if they do me a favor, usually something like attend one of my parties so it looks like I have actual friends."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'And how much does that happen? Aren't most of the people who get burned demon-haters anyway? Still, I guess if you desperate, you desperate'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.