Heroes: folks of renown. Those who start as wide-eyed children, transition to aspiring fighters, and are remembered as nothing less than storybook legends. These could be the sorts of figures that someone such as yourself may look up to. Leaving home and traversing the world, whether or not by your own accord, you can only hope that your name may someday carry half the weight as those of your grandiose predecessors. With the world around you for the taking, this is your time.
...But then you got captured.
Maybe you could or couldn’t have held your own in a fair fight, but slavers don’t fight fair. Blow Darts, chloroform, trickster magic, et cetera, and et cetera were your downfall.
The Geeldes Traveling Brothel: an infamous galleon ship, known for its diverse and plentiful bounty of warm bodies, all at the ready for a client’s satisfaction. However, things aren’t nearly so peachy-keen for the workers, who’re nothing short of slaves to their captors, and are stowed below deck as the toys of scum who can only achieve companionship through such unwholesome means. Kept afloat at sea by petty mercenaries, paid a pretty-penny to keep the whores in line, land-dwelling clients, paying the pretty-penny in exchange for a tumble or twelve with said whores, reliable subordinates, trusted to keep the ship’s infrastructure intact, and the big man himself, Hatiith Geeldes, a sleazy tabby-cat noble who inherited three-fifths of his current fortune, and then made the rest directing the ship from coast to coast, stopping at the different shores around the world to let ravenous clients take their pick.
Having spent some time as a whore at the brothel, some time, your potential dreams of heroism may have fallen flat for the time being. Whether you be a timid virgin, a week or so new to the scene, with knots in your stomach as you anticipate with dread your first client, or a however-many-years present veteran, rolling your eyes and twiddling your thumbs within your cramped quarters, and possibly looking forwards to the slight excitement of the daily grind.
But hey, that’s not where the story starts either. Whether it be through a lucky or unlucky set of circumstances, you’re bound for new adventure in the wild, semi-primitive lands of Lachleva. Embellished with sky-high rainforests, rocky mountains, barren valleys, crystal-clear beaches, and everything in between, the continent is teeming with its own dangers as well. Every breed of individual, civilized or wild, good-spirited or treacherous, may reside within the melting pot of races among the shifting landscapes. With some areas more dominated by certain creeds than others, a rogue set of brothelmates-turned-adventurers are in for a time.
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Hello and hi! That introduction was a bit of a rollercoaster. We went in like three different directions there, but now, here we are. Long story short, the universe that this roleplay takes place in is about as technologically advanced as that of Corruption of Champions. You’ll begin your tale aboard the Geeldes brothel ship. I’ll leave whether or not you’re with a client when you start up to you
Like I said, circumstances will occur, badda bing, badda boom, you’re on the island with your fellow RPs. PCs probably recognize each other by face, but not by name. If you and another RPer agree on it because you see potential for good chemistry, then we can say that your characters already know one another from their time on the ship. Also, anything goes relationship/sex wise. If your character has a hole, it’ll probably be getting filled/licked. If your character has a cock, someone’ll be sitting on it at some point. If you have both, better yet! M/M, F/F, Femboy/Futa, literally anything. As far as RPers go, I'm looking for 2-4 more players, but even four is a stretch. We’ll have to see, but either way, submissions are only open for so long.
Sounds neat, right? Here’s the character I’ll be using in the RP, and as an example for the character sheets.
Name: Milo Flynn
Gender: Male
Race: Cougar (You could be some sweet-ass hybrid race if you want to. I’m just being basic and sticking with solid cougar. Transformatives will probably come into play at some point.)
Age: 21
Appearance: Standing at a fair 5’8’’, Milo is covered in golden-brown fur, about the color of a toasted marshmallow, except for his chest, chin, snout, and stomach, which are all a fluffy, creamy white. His build is lithe, though he’s fairly soft where others might be muscled, including of course, his compact ass. Milo’s cute little rear has been used only a few times at the brothel, and though left gaping in those encounters, he’s still pleasantly tight, while his seven-inch cock is virgin territory to anything other than his own hand. A swaying cougar tail sits just above his butt, aiding his impressive balance atop four-toed paw feet. His hands, though coated with fur and tipped with sharp claws, are otherwise normal, while straight, shoulder-length auburn hair sits pulled back in a hair tie. Two fluffy ears, those of a cougar, poke out from atop his head, and to cover himself, he’s been granted a pair of tight black boxers, seemingly cut out of a pair of leggings, that accentuate his ass if anything, and do little to hide his bulge.
Personality: He’s a nice guy, but oblivious, and awkward as hell. In social situations, he tries his best, but lacks the self-confidence to really knock anyone dead with his personality. Timid and bashful, he’d like to think he can distinguish a friend from a foe, but in actuality, he trusts more or less everyone until they give him a reason not to. Not to mention, he’s forgiving, and is prone to giving second, third, and fourth chances to people who really don’t deserve them. He’d rather blame himself before anyone else, and his total lack of backbone means he’d choose flight over fight in an instant if it were up to him alone.
Backstory: Milo grew up with several brothers and sisters on a farm back home. Though he loves his family to pieces, they’re total hicks, and he tried to detach himself from that fact the best he could by pursuing his own education. After spending a few days broke on the streets, he was offered sanctum in a shelter by a shady figure, and you can probably guess the rest.
How Long They’ve Been on the Brothel Ship: Three months
Weapon of Choice: Sling (You won’t start with it, but let’s just same you may or may not come across a starting weapon in time)
Stats: (For characters, you start with a base of four, with twenty stat points to distribute as you please)
STR: 10
AGI: 14
INT: 7
CHA: 5
As for stats, we’ll be using an easy and efficient system, with all credit to and permission from Reptillicus, while I’ll roll a d6 for RPers to determine a player’s success in certain actions. System looks a little like what follows:
STR: Your ability to deal damage, tank hits, and perform tasks that would logically require strength.
AGI: Your ability to outrun foes, dodge attacks, slither out of a grapple, and land ranged attacks.
INT: Your understanding of the world around you, as well as the stat that will be used to calculate for magic damage.
CHA: Your ability to persuade or deceive others, detect the genuineness or lack thereof in their statements, or interact socially with NPCs and PCs in certain situations.
Note: There will be scenarios outside of combat where I might make roll for a character out of the blue. Perception rolls, for example, relying on intelligence, may pop up from time to time. Will your character notice the sudden shift in the wind? What about those faint footsteps of an assassin behind them? Who the fuck knows? I sure don’t.
Note 2.0: I put it down for strength, but didn’t want to be repetitive and copy-paste it for each stat. Stats apply logically to out-of-combat situations as well.
Oh yeah, kinks. Gimme your fav kinks. What kind of corrupt perverts am I working with here? I need to know, so I can ensure they’re all happy perverts who get their sexy-roleplay-kink fix.
Finally, this is my first time as dungeon master for a roleplay. Please, and I mean please do not be shy when it comes to contributing ideas or pointing things out.
...But then you got captured.
Maybe you could or couldn’t have held your own in a fair fight, but slavers don’t fight fair. Blow Darts, chloroform, trickster magic, et cetera, and et cetera were your downfall.
The Geeldes Traveling Brothel: an infamous galleon ship, known for its diverse and plentiful bounty of warm bodies, all at the ready for a client’s satisfaction. However, things aren’t nearly so peachy-keen for the workers, who’re nothing short of slaves to their captors, and are stowed below deck as the toys of scum who can only achieve companionship through such unwholesome means. Kept afloat at sea by petty mercenaries, paid a pretty-penny to keep the whores in line, land-dwelling clients, paying the pretty-penny in exchange for a tumble or twelve with said whores, reliable subordinates, trusted to keep the ship’s infrastructure intact, and the big man himself, Hatiith Geeldes, a sleazy tabby-cat noble who inherited three-fifths of his current fortune, and then made the rest directing the ship from coast to coast, stopping at the different shores around the world to let ravenous clients take their pick.
Having spent some time as a whore at the brothel, some time, your potential dreams of heroism may have fallen flat for the time being. Whether you be a timid virgin, a week or so new to the scene, with knots in your stomach as you anticipate with dread your first client, or a however-many-years present veteran, rolling your eyes and twiddling your thumbs within your cramped quarters, and possibly looking forwards to the slight excitement of the daily grind.
But hey, that’s not where the story starts either. Whether it be through a lucky or unlucky set of circumstances, you’re bound for new adventure in the wild, semi-primitive lands of Lachleva. Embellished with sky-high rainforests, rocky mountains, barren valleys, crystal-clear beaches, and everything in between, the continent is teeming with its own dangers as well. Every breed of individual, civilized or wild, good-spirited or treacherous, may reside within the melting pot of races among the shifting landscapes. With some areas more dominated by certain creeds than others, a rogue set of brothelmates-turned-adventurers are in for a time.
---
Hello and hi! That introduction was a bit of a rollercoaster. We went in like three different directions there, but now, here we are. Long story short, the universe that this roleplay takes place in is about as technologically advanced as that of Corruption of Champions. You’ll begin your tale aboard the Geeldes brothel ship. I’ll leave whether or not you’re with a client when you start up to you
Like I said, circumstances will occur, badda bing, badda boom, you’re on the island with your fellow RPs. PCs probably recognize each other by face, but not by name. If you and another RPer agree on it because you see potential for good chemistry, then we can say that your characters already know one another from their time on the ship. Also, anything goes relationship/sex wise. If your character has a hole, it’ll probably be getting filled/licked. If your character has a cock, someone’ll be sitting on it at some point. If you have both, better yet! M/M, F/F, Femboy/Futa, literally anything. As far as RPers go, I'm looking for 2-4 more players, but even four is a stretch. We’ll have to see, but either way, submissions are only open for so long.Sounds neat, right? Here’s the character I’ll be using in the RP, and as an example for the character sheets.
Name: Milo Flynn
Gender: Male
Race: Cougar (You could be some sweet-ass hybrid race if you want to. I’m just being basic and sticking with solid cougar. Transformatives will probably come into play at some point.)
Age: 21
Appearance: Standing at a fair 5’8’’, Milo is covered in golden-brown fur, about the color of a toasted marshmallow, except for his chest, chin, snout, and stomach, which are all a fluffy, creamy white. His build is lithe, though he’s fairly soft where others might be muscled, including of course, his compact ass. Milo’s cute little rear has been used only a few times at the brothel, and though left gaping in those encounters, he’s still pleasantly tight, while his seven-inch cock is virgin territory to anything other than his own hand. A swaying cougar tail sits just above his butt, aiding his impressive balance atop four-toed paw feet. His hands, though coated with fur and tipped with sharp claws, are otherwise normal, while straight, shoulder-length auburn hair sits pulled back in a hair tie. Two fluffy ears, those of a cougar, poke out from atop his head, and to cover himself, he’s been granted a pair of tight black boxers, seemingly cut out of a pair of leggings, that accentuate his ass if anything, and do little to hide his bulge.
Personality: He’s a nice guy, but oblivious, and awkward as hell. In social situations, he tries his best, but lacks the self-confidence to really knock anyone dead with his personality. Timid and bashful, he’d like to think he can distinguish a friend from a foe, but in actuality, he trusts more or less everyone until they give him a reason not to. Not to mention, he’s forgiving, and is prone to giving second, third, and fourth chances to people who really don’t deserve them. He’d rather blame himself before anyone else, and his total lack of backbone means he’d choose flight over fight in an instant if it were up to him alone.
Backstory: Milo grew up with several brothers and sisters on a farm back home. Though he loves his family to pieces, they’re total hicks, and he tried to detach himself from that fact the best he could by pursuing his own education. After spending a few days broke on the streets, he was offered sanctum in a shelter by a shady figure, and you can probably guess the rest.
How Long They’ve Been on the Brothel Ship: Three months
Weapon of Choice: Sling (You won’t start with it, but let’s just same you may or may not come across a starting weapon in time)
Stats: (For characters, you start with a base of four, with twenty stat points to distribute as you please)
STR: 10
AGI: 14
INT: 7
CHA: 5
As for stats, we’ll be using an easy and efficient system, with all credit to and permission from Reptillicus, while I’ll roll a d6 for RPers to determine a player’s success in certain actions. System looks a little like what follows:
STR: Your ability to deal damage, tank hits, and perform tasks that would logically require strength.
AGI: Your ability to outrun foes, dodge attacks, slither out of a grapple, and land ranged attacks.
INT: Your understanding of the world around you, as well as the stat that will be used to calculate for magic damage.
CHA: Your ability to persuade or deceive others, detect the genuineness or lack thereof in their statements, or interact socially with NPCs and PCs in certain situations.
Note: There will be scenarios outside of combat where I might make roll for a character out of the blue. Perception rolls, for example, relying on intelligence, may pop up from time to time. Will your character notice the sudden shift in the wind? What about those faint footsteps of an assassin behind them? Who the fuck knows? I sure don’t.
Note 2.0: I put it down for strength, but didn’t want to be repetitive and copy-paste it for each stat. Stats apply logically to out-of-combat situations as well.
Oh yeah, kinks. Gimme your fav kinks. What kind of corrupt perverts am I working with here? I need to know, so I can ensure they’re all happy perverts who get their sexy-roleplay-kink fix.
Finally, this is my first time as dungeon master for a roleplay. Please, and I mean please do not be shy when it comes to contributing ideas or pointing things out.
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