What the fuck is this?
Glossolalia, the SE++ forum RPG series started up by DE?AD two years ago.Oh this is that one roleplaying thread that I never click...
That's right! Hopefully this should clear things up for you!So what exactly is this all about?
It's a play-by-post RPG that has a tendency to get fairly silly, run by our modest GMs DE?AD and Dubh (and also Speed now!). We've gone through a number of games already: from Glossolalia 4++ (which covered a scat-filled medieval setting to one filled with space-faring cats), to RADlands (Post-Apocalyptic), to the three newest games, Deucarta (Science-based medieval), Royal Blue (Wacky narrative-based world where any and all things exist) and Derelict (Nautical themed fantasy?).Alright, can I make a character to kick sand in your character's face?
Sure! Currently we have three games running: Deucarta (run by Dubh), Royal Blue (DE?AD) and Derelict (Speed Racer). The former is currently on hiatus, but the latter two are still open for new players so feel free to make your interest known in the thread and we'll help you out!So how do I make a character?
We play using DE?AD's homemade 100% system, a free-form set of guidelines that whittle your character sheet into two neat lines of text. All rolls are done with a d100, but here's the kicker: the GMs are kind enough to take all the logistics on their side! That means 0% number crunching and power-gamey bullshit, 100% narrative gameplay.
The link to the rules is at the top of the thread, and the GMs and other players will surely help you make your character!
Click HERE for the rules on how to make your character!Alright, so which game should I play?
Royal Blue or Derelict, read about them below:
DeucartaMagic is science. Golems are robots. Spirit philosophers roam the land. Psychics and Wizards battle over ancient artifacts that defy all natural law and reason. This is Deucarta.
Pack your bags and don't forget your sword, 'cause there will be Hell to pay before this journey is over and you don't got the time to stop for lunch.
Choose your adventure! (During play, include the two code words with your stat line!)
Characters: Marinus (AA), Rok (T4CT), Ess (Squall), Epictetus (Shock), Aaron (Stilts), Arthur (Dux), Y (DE?AD)
"Our time together in the League of Rovers was short, but was beneficial to us both. The ban on privateer organizations has hit our type hard, but I wish to continue to our services to the public underground, away from government scrutiny. With my connections and your skills, we could take advantage of this revolution and gain a great deal of wealth, or even favor from the winning side. These are uncertain times, and at the very least we can save a few lives while making a better living than working at the prisons or on riot control. Meet at the boathouse at the end of Omen street, near the ruined lighthouse. We can work out the details there."
Characters: Garent (Cyense), Desmond (Tommy), West (Shabooty), Aralia (Anti)
(Fliers sent to various wizard academies and mercenary companies)
EXPLORE untamed wilds!
DISCOVER ancient ruins and legendary artifacts!
MINGLE with barbarian warlords!
HUNT rare beasts!
BECOME part of the most important research EVER!
Research assistants needed to conduct retrieval and courier services for acclaimed royal researcher Armades Kinas, currently conducting research in Sevyn Turs, deep within the Dreamwilds. Rooms and supplies provided per diem, payment will be rendered after each job. Inquire at your local arcane college for more details and to schedule an interview. References required.
[The Mediran Plains][Dokk]
Characters: Gorlaf (Cheese), Castleguard (Rane), Furnace (Dichotomy), Carmine Beel (Valve), John (Speed), Baird (Captain K), Shu (Bahamut)
(Backroom of a closed ale house in the city-state of Etlin)
"All right you bastards, the gates of Etlin are closed up tighter than the princess's cunt with Jevin's army at the gate. The city can hold up for a few months, give or take, before supplies are out. After that? We're crushed under the boot heels of those slavering rock gnawers. The council doesn't have a lot of options, and that's were I come in- recruiting you would-be mercenaries to bust out and find a way to end this siege. The other city states aren't keen on getting involved, and that has to change for Etlin to have a chance at living through this. I'm not promising a great deal of wealth, here, but I can guarantee a shit load of action, fame, and- if everything turns out lucky- the gratitude of goddamn civilization. Can you pussies take the blood oath and fight this out to the end? If you can't, turn your ass around, march out that door and get your pale white ass out of my sight."
[Rules for Character Creation]>
The Code of the Royal Blue
An Agent must be an upstanding citizen and an exemplary person of impeachable moral fiber.
An Agent sacrifices himself to protect others. To do less is grounds for removal.
An Agent suffers no weakness of character that would render him a danger to others.
An Agent wears his badge proudly, and openly. His uniform is the colour of the Shield.
An Agent upholds Compassion, Peace, and Freedom, but above all Justice.
An Agent is before all things is an Agent.
Character Concepts must be delivered in two sentences or less
Characters are outstanding at whatever they do.>
Characters must want
to be in the Royal Blue.>
Characters must want
to do good.
DERELICTBegins on Nov. 14
Long ago, civilization was destroyed and the world became a vast desert. Now mankind struggles to survive in the ruins of its former greatness.
also it's nautically themed because why the fuck not.
[DLC ACCESSORIZERS AND BAUBLES]URL="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_donations&business=MTWSharlow%40gmail%2ecom&lc=US&no_note=1&no_shipping=1¤cy_code=USD&bn=PP%2dDonationsBF%3abtn_donateCC_LG%2egif%3aNonHosted"]Add Points[/URL
Location: southern South America
This was supposed to be easy money. You were hired on as the crew of an old sailor who needed some folks to do the heavy lifting for him on a scavenging job. Unfortunately, when you reached the dig site it turned out that a Lockjaw ship had beaten you to the punch. You're at their mercy, and you'd better work something out fast because they're not known for taking prisoners.
[The Great Cargoship Caper]
Location: Southeastern Indian Ocean
A cargo ship is travelling to Trullia, the largest National city outside of the continent. You are among a small handful of people that have taken up residence in the small passenger compartment for the four day long journey. The quarters are getting a bit cramped but you can't really complain. Considering the Naval escort the ship is receiving and how deep into National territory you are there is absolutely no chance of pirates attempting to attack the ship at all. Nope, you are absolutely, one hundred percent safe.
...Did anyone else just hear that?
Introducing The RED Room
Located in Central City's thriving commercial district, adjacent to the world famous Black night club, the RED Room is an exclusive establishment catering to those looking for a more meaningful purchase than the tourist traps and chain stores can offer.
[Glossolalia Black Account]
Players may trade in old, unwanted DLC, including Missions, Equipment, and Cards, for Glossolalia Credits, which can be used, in turn, to purchase from the RED selection of items. Old DLC has a trade in value of 250g each, while Glossolalia Collectible Card Game Cards fetch a full 500g. If you have a Platinum card, you may trade it in for 1000g, though we ask that you hold onto your Black Cards, as they offer entrance to the notoriously exclusive Black
club, along with the obvious benefits of status.Barter List
Hat Pack - 250g
Bloody Raccoon Armor - 250g
Whore's Armor - 250g
DLC Mission - 250g
Old Gloss Card - 500g
Pt Card - 1000g
New for the 2010 Holiday Season are Patches
, small insignias that grant the character mechanical benefits outside of their Traits.On Sale Now: Patch Pack 1
- Scimattar Patch (400g): Boosts Occupation and Flaw by +20%.
- Catspaw Patch (200g): Gain Special from alcohol. Loose ability to speak properly.
- Engineer Patch (200g): +30% Chance to technical rolls. -1/2 Special Gain.
- Green Thumb Patch (200g): Gain bonuses to Chance when near plants.
- Haze Patch (200g): Rolling 24 will grant you a vision of the future.
- Black Door Patch (400g): As long as you have Special, you cannot be killed, only rendered unconcious.
- Grizzly Patch (600g): Gain Special from failures.
- Red Eye Patch (200g): Increases effect of medical actions.
- Shield Patch (200g): Lowers Stress Gains from physical effects.
- Six-Shooter Patch (300g): Gain Special when reloading.
[A heavy, black graphite card with a picture of a strange city engraved into it. Just knowing you own it makes you feel suave and important.][Special: VIP: You're a very important person, NPCs know it, and will react favorably.]
[Introducing the Glossolalia Collectible Card Collection! Be the envy of your friends! Impress women! Show that dick at work who's boss! You are! If you collect Glossolalia Collectible Card Colelction Cards! Each Card comes with a unique, useful, and occasionally devastating Glossolalia Collectible Card Collection Card Capability! Collect all the Glossolalia Collectible Card Collection Cards and be the Glossolalia Collectible Card Collection Card Collection Commander! And, thanks to the patented Glossolalia Collectible Card Collection Carry-Over, all Cards remains with you through all Glossolalia-Brand Games! Only 500g, ORDER NOW!
[Glossolalia Collectible Card Collection Cards Currently Available]
...and many more coming soon!
Seasons now available on UMD!
There's no way I'm reading through all of this bullshit.Yeah don't, it's all crap. Also you don't need to know any of it for the new campaigns.Glossolalia 4++:            RADlands:                    Deucarta, Royal Blue & Derelict:   
Next time, I may not be so patient...
tMensch there's 4 seasons worth of Top Gear on netflix, I'd recommend it
Ugh need Netflix ugh
real bros just subscribe to threads
seriously i rarely ever venture into the actual forum anymore
just my control panel
then you miss all the fun one-off threads that pop up
e also i am going to bed, i'll have to catch the update tomorrow sometime
Best of both worlds.
And I don't have a DVD player
My favorite part of Christmas is getting to ask people bizarre, enigmatic questions.
if you spend all your time inside, away from the wilderness of the untamed fora
how do you avoid becoming crazed, detached from the common poster, a hermit
oh well, at least we can bask in the knowledge that there exists a thing called a 'couch gag'
not like, sobbing my eyes out depressed
but just kinda down and mopey
in which case, oh well
anyway stop feeling shitty!
I think tomorrow I will watch some giant robot animes and that will make everything better
no, pretty much this
maybe a bit moreso
random tears every now and then, no idea why
one of those days
again I guess
The jet lifts off the platform, hovering for a moment as Clutch rotates its engines up into the flight position and adjusts the wing panels. He eases forward on the throttle, and the plane tears away, Central City rapidly falling away them, the endless blue sea rushing by at absurd speeds below.
Twenty minutes later, the jet enters Dubai airspace, and a blinking readout lets Clutch know he's been cleared for landing. Bringing the vessel around, he finds his landing zone atop a massive structure of steel, gleaming in the desert light. Khazad Tower, dwarfed by the absurd skyline of the city, but still recognizable for the massive, half-completed golden arch rising from its northern face.
Real gold by the way, thought I should point that out.
Clutch brings the plane down, weaving through the jumble of multi-colored plastic tubes that surround the squat little skyscraper, finally settling onto the helipad on its roof, the surface criss-crossed with strangely tinted shadows by the sunlight streaming through the maze above.
As the team exits the plane, several men are already piling out of the spherical glass elevator at the opposite end of the roof - a handful of toughs in black suits, and a single, handsome man in the robes befitting an oil baron. He throws his arms wide as he approaches, a smile spreading across his face. "Agents! It is an honor to have you here! Welcome!"
An engine growls from somewhere in the NADS as Becca turns the key. The Agent smiles. "The NADSh will take ush where we're needed. It'sh never failed me before."
[Northpaw, Flag Day, and Great White +10% Special]
The armory proves to be excessively well appointed. In fact, it seems to have at least ten of each bit of CCPD standard equipment, and a nearly limitless supply of all manner of scavenged gear. Not to mention tons, and tons, and tonnes of ammo, Tag rounds included.
The Agent looks sternly at Flag Day. "The NADSh ish not a war machine, and it never will be, if I have anything to shay about it." He looks off into the distance. "Sho many losht. Worldsh deshtroyed. Never again." You get the feeling he's having a flash back, but you aren't invited.
Thankfully, he's pulled from his dire reminiscing by a sudden crash, and a violent rocking as the NADS touches down, throwing guns from shelves, sending steam flying about, knocking people on their asses, and generally causing a mess. The Agent (still standing) beams. "Well then, I believe we're here. Whoshe firsht?"
"No," Captain Harris says, locking his gaze on Lorenzo. "A demigod, is, as the name should 'ave clue you in, half-god. A demi-god is classified by the presence of non-divine heritage. The Winter Wind is wholly divine, simply of a lower stratum of majesty. Calling it a demigod is as inaccurate as calling you a magician, but, then..." He lets the sentence trail, cocking an eyebrow and curling his lip up.
He glances down to Small Time for a long moment before he reaches into his pocket, pulls out a cigar and holds it out in front of him. "Tabbaccus Contracticus," he mumbles, handing the smoke to Jake as it shrinks.
The Omnicopter, resting on one of the several helipads, is a large, troop-transporting model, similar to a Sea King, but significantly more streamlined and impressive-looking - all glossy blue paint and silver trim. Both blade-mounts have been removed, and a pair of stabilizer wings have been added to its sides, each containing a large glass sphere within which blue energy sparks and crackles. The craft emits a low, pulsing buzz, just high enough to not count as subsonic, just low enough to make your teeth feel a little fuzzy.
Captain Harris nods to Ghost. "I assume you can fly this, yes?"
you'll not entice me this night!
[Lucky 35%(B)][Valiant 10%(C)][Rogue Knight 60%(A)][Ex-Aristocrat 10%(A)][Strict Code 25%(D)]
Equipment: Platemail Suit, Retractable Spear, Black Card
Howell exits first, his steel suit alternating between scintillation and a dull gleam as he passes under the isolated sunbeams. He gives the Baron a business-like nod as he approaches, his face serious.
"Unit PTY7 at your service, Baron." He says in his rich baritone, his eyes sweeping the building around them. "I assume this is the structure that has disturbed..." Howell fixes his eyes on the Baron, "Whatever it is that you have disturbed. Brief us on what has been happening down there and how many civilians are still unaccounted for."
What spring does with the cherry trees.
[Cold-Reading (C) 25%][Magnificent (B) 20%][Stage Magician (A) 30%][Street Urchin (A) 20%][Cocky (D) 5%]
Lorenzo smacks his forehead. "Oh right, they're half-gods! Doi! Heh, oops."
Something rings from somewhere within Lorenzo's suit.
"Ah, feeding time."
Lorenzo enters the copter and finds a seat. He pulls a small white rabbit out of his top hat, and a handful of pellets from, uh, somewhere.
"Eat up, sweetling," Lorenzo says happily.
Traits: [Aikido 20% (A)] [Intense 30% (C)] [Sonic Warrior 30% (A)] [Party Master 20% (A)] [Idealistic 5% (D)]
Andrew stops spinning and gets off the plane.
"Hey man! Cool building you've got. Where's that evil ballpit?"
It takes him a second to realize he's talking to a plastic tube. He spent a couple of minutes finding the Baron, and then relayed his really very important message.
"Hey man! Cool building you've got. Where's that evil ballpit?"
Traits:[Mechanic (A)20%][Flippant (B)20%][Sheriff (A)25%][Megacity Slicker (A)20%][Jinxed (D)15%]
Equipment: modular revolver
Heck walks carefully down the ramp out of the plane, rubbing at his stomach, he looks a little green.
"My stomach's jumpin' worse than a possum on a fryin' pan. Ain't right, only takin' half an hour to get here, I tell you hwhat." He mumbles, before noticing the welcoming party.
"Oh, howdy, sir, at yer service."
He stands behind Howell, smoothing his moustache, attempting to look fit and together, thumbs looped behind his belt buckle.
Heck is bad with flying.
spent the plane ride hurling in the luxurious, wonderfully appointed bathroom
[Charismatic (C) 15%] [Headstrong (B) 15%] [Pugilist (A) 55%] [Mountaineer (A) 25%] [Tormented (D) 30%]
Equipment: [Black Card] [Scimittar Patch] [Catspaw Patch] [Haze Patch] [Shield Patch]
"Up and at 'em, eh?" Shaw replies, gingerly removing his prizefighter robe (blue silk, lovely silver trim) and draping it on the almost certainly toppled-over coat-hanger. His undergarments, now exposed, consist of a large championship belt (the centerpiece of which being a Royal Blue badge), tightly-bound boxing boots, and blue shorts that have often been described as "living a little too much up to their name".
He scoffs at the body armor strewn about the room as he opens the hatch. The only armor he needs are these rippling muscles.
Traits: [Stealth 25% (B)] [Watchful 20% (A)] [Monster Hunter 30% (C)] [Beat Cop 25% (A)] [Hardhearted (D)]
Becca, on the other hand, appreciates the value of a good vest, and follows Northpaw out with her gear on while trying not to stare.
I like pictures better than writing out physical descriptions, so
gives me ideas on ways to flesh out her personality too
I think some of you were planning on heading to PAX East right?
My mom's a flight attendant, she gets discounts on hotel rooms, pretty sure if you're interested I can work something out to help you get one for cheap
I believe the hotel would be the Comfort Inn near the airport, which isn't exactly close to the convention center but the subway's no big thing right
Anyway, lemme know if you're interested. I know it's a ways away yet but my mom's definition of "late" is earlier than most people's definition of "early."
DE?AD is it a safe bet to assume that my car has been delivered and is awaiting us at the LZ? Or was in the plane?
some of that dragonball Z capsule technology
just throw down this little thingy and BAM there is a car
did I just do that
well there goes a little more of my dignity
As Clutch exits the plane, he notices a large metal briefcase with a faintly embossed badge on one side, tucked neatly under the captain's chair. Best take that.
Khazad claps a hand on Clover's armored shoulder and grips his hand in a firm, enthusiastic handshake. "Please, please call me Khazad! No need for such formalities for my honored guests!" A brief round of handshaking and salutations follows, at the end of which he waves everyone toward the glass elevator. "Please, let us get out of this heat."
Entering the elevator, he turns back to Howell. "Yes, this is the building in question. Terrible things. Construction was going well, even ahead of schedule, but a few days ago there was a great roar from the excavation site, and the team there stopped responding. We of course rushed to see what was the trouble, but when we arrived it was already too late. The team was gone, the pit had been torn open, twice damaging the surrounding support structures, and the shipping container in which the balls were kept had been destroyed." He shakes his head and wrings his hands together. "There is no bottom to that pit. Only darkness.
"We have still heard no word back from the men, and I am to fearful to risk a search party."
The doors of the NADS swing open, and golden light spills in, the smell of plants and dirt baking under a warm sun, the buzzing of insects, a chirping of birds, and a distant rumble.
Stepping outside, Vertigo and Northpaw find themselves on the side of an immense cliff, below which spreads a vast, untamed jungle of purest emerald. In the distance, nearly at the edge of sight, a plane stretches out to the horizon, and beyond that, tall mesas. Even from this distance you can see the herd moving across that distant expanse. Massive bodies trundling forward on thick legs, long necks swinging about to look for predators.
A roar rises from somewhere in the jungle.