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Paperback Writer
May 30th, 2008, 07:57 AM
The following RPG is taken with permission. Port Andrew is courtesy of Rear-Admiral Vyse. Go check his DevART if you want to commission him.
http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs30/i/2008/128/1/c/Port_Andrew_by_GeneralVyse.jpg
http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs25/i/2008/128/8/5/Port_Andrew_annotated_by_GeneralVyse.jpg

Long ago an Imperial city, Port Andrew has gone unnoticed and neglected these last 30 years. Many of the towns structures destroyed through war and delapidation are now overrun with foliage forming the most picturesque renaissance gardens. It is rumoured that Port Andrew was once the heart of an insurrection against the first Empire and was devestated as a result. Its architecture is particularly fine and boasts the best weather experienced on the main Islands. Food is relatively cheap and the town has enjoyd a wealth of trade with both the Republic and Empire. Port Andrew remains neutral territory and is protected by its own, albeit primitive yet ardert, militia and navy. Visitors are advised to seek out the Governors Mansion for accomadation as it is the principle guide to hotels and inns, as well as having several rooms open to rent itself.

1: Center of governance, Identical to Port Devia's Admiralty but without the ball room.

2: Drydocks, two berths for the construction of small vessels, attached sheds and warehouses.

3: Marketplace, place for barter and commerce, for the most part it is on the slope to the quayside.

4: Pierhead, suitable for large and small vessesl, it has a higher central gangway for traffic and two lower ones for unloading.

5: Pavillion, great rotund ball room and theatre. Sits proudly attop the highest point on the headland.

6: Free Port, used by all and sundry, principally fishing but free port comes under no law or dominion and has become a crucial moot point for pirates and privateers alike.

7: Perhaps the greatest authority on devian lore is the old satchem. This rare haven of indigenous peoples has become a warren of caves and tunnels and perhaps the last refuge of the friendly natives.

8: The glade, perhaps perfection is too generous, but its rolling hills, streams and ponds make for easily Devias most pleasant gardens.

9: Crofters Narrow is the principle stretch of farmland feeding the town of Port Andrew. Protected on all sides it has become a glen of tranquility.

10: Place des Hero's hosts statues of forgotten heroes from Devians past.

11: The Barracks, i crude looking building, harking back to the towns years as an imperial stronghold. It now forms the drill hall and supply center of the towns Militia.

12: Observatory ridge has an array of ornate and glazed domes and turrets. Their original purpose remains unknown, but they now form a series of greenhouses, pavillions and mansions, beloved of the wealthier inhabitants of Port Andrew.

13: Fishguard has developed as the principal fishing quay for the town. Undisturbed by larger shipping it has become a safe haven awash with dinghies and small boats.

14: The taverna, presently disowned, was once a considerable tavern and inn. Thatched and built in a tudor style it is a beauty to behold, but has begun to suffer from neglect.

15: Salt's point was, during the last war, the last escape of Captain Lucius Salt who, having held the attacking Imperials back to the last man, threw himself from the point in an attempt to reach his ship that he had succesfully given time to escape. The beloved captain however was lost among the waves and never seen again. The Point has become something of a tourist point, but more so of an evening when it becomes the best place to observe the surf.

16: The Manor farm is a fortified farmhouse and stableblock. It is home to the towns most wealthy inhabitant, the Marquis de Montfalcon, a former Imperial officer. It is reknown for the quality of its horses and its bread, and the Marquesa is well regarded among fashionable circles.

17: St Trinians, The foremost religious establishment in Port Andrew. The Church has become more of a home these days as it has become a sanctuary to those fleeing the War.
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NOTE:
The Allies are mainly composed of British, Americans, French.
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-RULES-
Roleplay Rules
1) Make sure every role-play post is at least one hundred words. We do not approve of one line posts, or people who are simply lazy. Detail is not difficult.

2) There is no character killing with in RP’s, unless you have the direct consent of the character’s user.

3) If an RP is currently for a character or characters who is not yours, do not interrupt the RP and join in. They are for a reason, please respect that.

4) Please use correct grammar and spelling. I don't want to see any text language like "r" or "8t" or anything like that! No one-liners!


5) When writing a post in character, it should be written in novel format, meaning that it should be in past tense, and in correct paragraph structure, and using the correct punctuation. And do your best to act as if you where in the late 1700’s. Here is an example of how a post should look like:

6) MUST BE READ: The Party-only Interaction is applied. The Imperials and those defending Port Andrew can post without the party-communication to each other. But must post part communication to their own side.



“Yes sir, very peculiar indeed. Their choice of colours for retaliation are rather ironic no? Still, it will take me a while to get the paint out of my uniform. Thank God it was not my full dress tunic.”

Casey continued the conversation as they left the parade ground, and walked down towards the docks. A moment later, they arrived at the pink splattered hull of the USS America. ‘America’ eh? Don’t see the Royal Navy go around with a ship called England. A bit over zealous Casey thought. Casey stopped, when he noticed the captain leaning over the railings to look down at the young Lord standing on the peer, with a rather, colourful uniform over the red fabric.

“I’ve come to accept your unconditional surrender, Commodore Jones.” Casey said with a taunting smile, continuing the little war that begun with a salute. “I rather like the new colour of your hull. It’s far more…striking than normal. Put a little fear into the enemy eh?” Casey chuckled. A pink ship charging into battle was about as frightening as a little bunny with the word ‘boo’ painted on it’s nose.


You see, it's neater, and makes it easier for others to know exactly what you are doing and thinking.

7) When a person of superior rank gives you an order in character, you are expected to obey it.

8) When posting as a character that is not yours (an NPC), please add NPC: Before your post, so we know it is not your character, and that you are playing a plot character.

9)NPC's will be assigned to Roleplayers that have proven their expertise in roleplays. You can request to take an NPC role, but do not assume anything without approval.

10) Keep the stuff PG. For now. I will Discuss more on this with the Head. We dont want any Issues or Conflicts with Other members of the forum.

11) Do not post any RP material that is deemed offensive to the other players.
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Name:
Gender:
Faction: (Either Imperial, Allied or Devian)
Age:
Bio:
Occupation: (Tavern Keeper, Fisherman of the sort)
Rank: (Must only be applied if you're in the military. Colonel and below only. Higher ranks must be discussed with me through PM. Same for promotion.)

IMPORTANT:Since this is a short RPG, the plot has to be followed. PORT ANDREW IS AS NORMAL AS USUAL. CHARACTERS ENJOY THE DAILY ROUTINE FOR 1 DAYS. THEN, AN ATTACK HAPPENS. THIS ATTACK WILL END WITH A DRAW BETWEEN DEVIANS AND A SMALL POCKET OF ALLIES.
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Here's mine.

Name: Lewis Eisenhardt

Faction: Empire

Age: 49

Bio: Lewis was born to a wealthy family. He is well-mannered and properly dressed at all times. His father wanted him to enroll in the navy so he can be taught discipline at the age of 13. At age 15 he became corporal of an artillery regiment. At age 20 when the first war began he was promoted to Sergeant. At age 31 during the second war he led an assault on Port Arthur but failed. Regardless - he was still given an honorary service medal. After the second war ended, tensions between Allies and the Empire still dwindled. Lewis is still in service as an Oberst(Colonel) to the Imperial Light Infantry.

Rank: Oberst(Colonel)

Tawl
June 3rd, 2008, 10:01 AM
Re-opened

Some people may want a very clear difference explained between choosing an Imperial, Allied or Devian character.

Also I'd like to request a brief story pitch, feel free to PM me with that f you don't want to openly share however.

I'll join when I can.

Paperback Writer
June 3rd, 2008, 11:07 AM
-Updated-

Earth
June 4th, 2008, 09:30 AM
Name: Oliver

Gender: Male

Faction: Devian(of British origin)

Age: 14

Bio: This young lad was taken in by the local Tavern Keeper when she found him lost on the streets. She mothered the child as if she was her own and taught him how to run the tavern She taught him everything from serving a cold pint to taking out ruffians with an "emergency" stick. He now serves the tavern when his "mother" gets tired. He does it more frequently now as his mother is aging.

Occupation: Tavern Keeper

Rank: N/A lol!

Wel, thats my character. i had help with the story well actualy no i just took it from another site and modifide it :D

Paperback Writer
June 4th, 2008, 09:41 AM
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Well, I judging by the way you write after you placed your template I must ask a test-post to be given to see if you're 18th century material or not. And no, no copied off from another website. Go ahead, take your time.

Earth
June 4th, 2008, 12:24 PM
ok, fine...

... Oliver swept the flooer of the tavern for the ruffians, sailors and locals that were about to come for their daily drink at the local tavern. Business has been running slow for aw week that he decided that doing a bit of cleaning might attract some customers. As he kept sweeping the floor, he found a Devloon.

"Oy, what's this?" he asked himself as he picked it up "Ello, ello. Someone dropped a penny on the floor."
As he said this to himself a customer came on the door...

lol, ok. I used the references you told me.

Paperback Writer
June 4th, 2008, 12:33 PM
That was... Boring and rather non-detailed. Never mind, I'll create the Tavern Keeping character and make him/her an NPC.

Tawl
June 6th, 2008, 05:52 AM
(If this character doesn't suit then feel free to just tell me and I'll make the edits necessary.)

Name: Malcolm Corana
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Faction: Neutral, ex-Imperial naval officer
Occupation: Merchant Trader/Captain of his trade ship Deveno

Bio: Malcolm was the son of a local fishmonger in Port Alsep. He grew up helping his father sail and fish for most of his boyhood life, and this harboured his love of sailing. Despite being too young during the first wars, he was always fascinated by stories of naval combat and legendary pirates. When he was old enough at 18 he enlisted in the Imperial Navy. His adept skill at sailing and respect for the order of command did not go unnoticed, and he rose through the ranks, eventually becoming First Lieutenant under Captain Darius Kenzie during his last four years of his ten year service. He resigned his commission at age 28, and set out with a desire to captain his own ship, not as a soldier, but a merchant trader. This ambition was recognised, and he now works under the East India Trading Company as Captain of the Deveno.

Additional Information:
- Malcolm was trained in methods of naval combat during his time in the navy, and learnt extensively under Captain Kenzie. As a result is quite knowledgeable in that respect.
- He has also been trained in the use of a sword and musket. Although no longer a solider his still retains his skill with a sword, however does not pride himself as a marksman.
- Malcolm is very laid back and does not like to pull rank on his crew. His crew recognise this and and have great respect, and are very fond of him as a Captain.

(I've based this character design on my own, not a hard out trader you would see spruced up in a uniform commanding professional soldiers on Pirates of the Caribbean)

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Captain Malcom Corana looked through his spyglass at the approaching town of Port Andrew.
"Light starboard Mr. Borom." He said over his shoulder.
"Aye aye sir." The helmsman responded gently turning the wheel.
"We've made good time." Malcolm said to himself and lowered the spyglass. He flicked the catch at the end and collapsed it, stowing it neatly into his brown jacket. He turned around and faced the helmsman.
"Hold this bearing until we get closer." He said.
"Very good sir. Smooth seas have given us a clear run in."
"As they have, Mr. Borom. As they have."

He walked down the steps of the poop deck and brushed down his sleeves. It had been a habit he had picked up in his early navy days to always keep his uniform completely spotless. It seemed to have followed him even years after his resignation. Didn't matter what he wore, he always seemed to catch himself brushing himself down at seemingly random periods of time. This was also noticed by his second in command, Lieutenant Daniel Barns, much to his amusement.

"WE HAVE A CLEAR BERTH CAPTAIN!" He heard a call down from the crow's nest. "WE MAY MAKE PORT ON THE SOUTHERN-MOST DOCK."
"VERY GOOD." Malcolm called back.
He turned to face many of his crew standing upon the deck.
"Well, you heard him." He mused. "Make ready and standby for port."
Mr. Ensin called across the deck. "You heard the captain, make ready for port!"
"MAKE READY FOR PORT!"
"STAND-BY WITH THE MOOING LINE!"
"PREPARE TO STOW MAINSAILS!"
The orders echoed around the deck between the petty officers. Malcolm ran a tight ship, and his crew were highly motivated and incredibly skilled. He was very lucky.

"Captain." Lieutenant Barns appeared beside him.
"Barns, pleasure you could join us." Barns looked sheepish. He had likely been engaging with the crew in a game of cards, a distinct favourite among the crew of the Deveno.
"I wish you to accompany me when I deliver my report to the Governor of Port Andrew. So I request that you would have the necessary manifest and documents for presentation."
"Of course sir." Daniel replied.
"I have complete confidence in Mr. Ensin's ability to hold the ship before we unload. Until then you may guide Mr. Borom into port at the helm."
"Aye sir." Daniel replied with a nod and ascended the stairs to the poop deck.
Malcolm placed his hands on the starboard rail and watched as Port Andrew drew closer. The wind brushed across his face ruffling his dark brown hair and light stubble. He smiled. This was what he was meant to do.

Paperback Writer
June 6th, 2008, 06:50 AM
(Ok, we're going to spy on Andrew's defenses for now and act as peaceful traders, tourist or whatever. Just to let you know, The Empire is Germanic based. and Port Andrew's currency is called Devloons.

EDIT: Instead of 3 days, 1 day shall be left for the battle to begin.)
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(RP deleted. Sorry, Tawl. I lack creativeness inside a building. An open field is where I'm good at.)

Tawl
June 6th, 2008, 07:05 AM
I'm confused. I 'was' establishing myself as a peaceful trader who was going to get caught in the middle of the battle during his cargo changeover. I'm guessing that I can no longer use that story idea?

EDIT: Never mind, I getcha. You're talking about what you're doing.

Paperback Writer
June 7th, 2008, 10:52 AM
(Tawl, before I RP, what time do you suggest? Early in the morning? Noon?)

Tawl
June 8th, 2008, 09:18 AM
I'd say I'm arriving around midday.

Paperback Writer
June 9th, 2008, 09:19 AM
It was almost Midday. The cold wind went rushing every moment on the parade grounds. Civilians were wearing warm clothes to keep themselves from freezing. 3 dark-hooded man stood out from the rest of the crowd of the parade grounds of Port Andrew but nobody minded them. The just walked past them for they had duties of their own.

"Thank Gut ve ze vind is cold unt ze Zun is covered by ze clouds above. Ve vouldn't last on zis tropical climate... " One of the three said to the other. Another dark hooded man who seemed to be the leader of the group turned his head to them. His expression can not be seen through the hood and shadow.
"Correct, Hermann. Remember vat ve are for..."

"I understand, Oberst." Hermann replied.

A moment later, a blind vendor caught the groups attention. He was wearing filthy clothes with a brown sack which somewhat compliments his attire. The vendor had gray, long hair.

"SOUVENIRS! NOVELTIES! PARTY-TRICKS!" the vendor shouted in the sky and kept repeating.

"Zat is our man. Come." The leader of the dark-hooded group signaled them to follow him.

The crowd began to grow louder but the voice of the vendor still can be heard. The leader of the dark-hooded group made his way through the crowd by pushing others with such force that soon, behind him was a riot but he didn't notice them. When he reached the blind vendor who was still repeating himself, the vendor stumbled on the dark-hooded man , touched his face and began examining. When he recognized who he was examining he put his arm down and looked at him as if he wasn't blind.

"I have been expecting you, colonel Eisenhardt." the blind vendor began
"You have it..?"
"Yes, yes. Of course." The vendor made an assuring motion
"Gutt, hand it over." the colonel then stuck his arm out to the vendor with his hand wide open.

The blind vendor took a rolled up piece of paper from his sack. "This is all of Port Andrew's defense. It contains everything you need to know. Tunnels, gunpowder placement, everything!"
"Even ze small pockets of ze Allies?"
"Yes, colonel. I know for a fact that even Brigadier Benjamin Casey is here."
"Casey, ey? Gutt, gutt, hand it over..." the colonel obviously started to show signs of impatience. The blind vendor knew this from his tone but he remembered something that was important to him.
"Yes, and now my Devloons?"
"Devloons?" the dark-hooded colonel was puzzled by the sudden mention of money.
"800 pieces to be exact." The blind vendor said.

The dark-hooded man was shocked. He wasn't told to pay the blind vendor anything. All of a sudden, a bottle of rum was thrown at the blind vendor's head and he was knocked unconscious. The riot had reached them.

"OBERST!" one of the dark-hooded men shouted. His hood was torn off from the riot.

The leader of the dark-hooded group crouched and began to search for the piece of rolled up paper.

"Ver is it!?"

From this point of the riot, guns were being fired and the dark-hooded group risked being shot. The dark-hooded leader began to frantically search the rolled up piece of paper. A dagger almost struck his hand while searching for it. When at last he found it, he was knocked out by a plank of wood not meant for him from standing up.

Earth
June 12th, 2008, 06:10 AM
That was... Boring and rather non-detailed. Never mind, I'll create the Tavern Keeping character and make him/her an NPC.why is that? :( please let me join

Paperback Writer
June 17th, 2008, 10:03 AM
(Tawl, sorry but school has ate most of my time. Oh why did I have to make long-line post a rule?! >.<

Tawl
June 28th, 2008, 03:10 AM
Closed. Shame to, I liked my character.