Category: Game Parlor
Welcome to the starship Allegence! This is a text based RPG where you can make new friends, discover uncharted planets, unearth hidden treasures, and explore the world of make believe from the comfort of your desk. Be yourself or make up a character. Just be sure to write the name of the character before your post.
For example:
John Bob:
Captain, we’re heading right for that black hole!
If I see no name, I will assume you are posting a question, comment, or other non-starship related post. If I see.
What planet are we headed for next?
I’ll answer it as a question asked by you rather than your character. You can also feel free to have as many characters as you want. Whether it be one or one hundred, it matters not to me as long as you follow up on them. No leaving a character in suspense for longer than three days or we’ll find an unfortunate reason why the character is not with us. Death, capture, time warp, etc. Enjoy the game.
Trevyn wolf
Maria Aleiana:
(Sighs.) It has been such a long day, Saraphina. Perhaps a littlerest might do us some good.
Saraphine:
Smiles(Smiles, and sips a hot cup f herbal tea, while she looks around at the surrounding air-filled domes known as the Bubbles.) Perhaps, if rest is necessary Aleiana, you should request a hospital bed for your age.
Captain Hardt:
"Nigel, go ahead and see if there is any inteligent life."
He smiles, looking fondly at the droid who has been for tweenty years his copilot and friend................................ before disappearing back in to his ship. It falls to him to check for survivers. Zuan willing, his crew, alive and whole, is all awaiting his next instructionss.
Nigel
"Yes Captain."
Nigel exits the ship, his wide yellow eyes surveying the new world on which they have crashed. Nigel's large bulbus head jerks att the sound of beating wings. A flock of six-winged birds is soaring magestically above, their raiser sharp feathers glinting in the half-light of evening. Ahead, a group of domes sit in a circle. Tentatively, Nigel knocks on the side of one. They appear to be made of extraordinarily thick silks or satins. The one he stands before is larger than the rest, and Nigel can feel sparks of fear dance along his inner workings. What manner of creatures are these to live in such dwellings? The flap opens, and Nigel stares.
Saraphina has been in a bad mood all day. In one day, two half Innocents have stripped one of the rare Pleatean trees of its liquid givers, and some of the men the Reds keep as pets have escaped. So when she sees the droid standing there, she is ready to lose her temper. She did not dsay her planet was open for visitors, did she?
"What do you want, droid?" She asks before yanking him into the Bubbles and sending a tingling of her magic into him to let him know she's serious. "How many idiots have you dropped in with today?"
Nigel:
how many indeed? He wonders how the captain is finding the others . living? Dead? Grievously wounded? The interior of the dome is nothing like he expected. A cat lays stretched over the cushions of an over-stuffed couch while on the table not too far away, a pot of tea sits crouched upon a saucer. The place is tasteful, and Nigel is almost greatful to have landed here... almost. The woman, though small, is angry. Nigel has seen females of other planets and similar size knock a man flat without so much as a raise in their body temperature.
"Nigel27143 has come from the starship Allegence under the direction of Captain Jonis Hardt," he says. It is the usual response for a usual crash, but somehow, Nigel is sure this planet is the least usual of his career. "The ship has crashed," he continues " and we wish to make repares before peacefully vacating your planet."
Saraphina looks at the funny-looking robot for a long moment, and turns away. What an idiot. How many people has she ever seen crash on her planet? None. Because the last time she had a person crash on her planet, it was Captain Theodore Roosevelt Jackson, and well, he just wouldn't be talked of, now would he?
"Well, go and tell your Captain Jonis Hardt that if he wishes to make preparations to leave from my planet of Nethariah, he may approach me like a man rather than sending me his rat." Feeling especially angrier now, she pushes Nigel out of the bubble and pulls tight the door. Poor fish, he did have a big head. And giggling to herself like a small child might, she turns and begins to pour herself a cup of hot peppermint tea with a touch of Irish Imported Whisky inside.