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      In here you\'ll find sub-forums for want ads, mini-game ideas, brainstorming, and other requests. Regular plotting can go in the main forum.
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  3. Mini-Games

    1. Anvaltia - High Fantasy Panfandom


      The mysts connect all worlds. It is said that there is a God who found himself and his followers lost in the mysts when they first formed, and that this God is the one who now opens the way for others, but this has never been confirmed or denied.

      The mysts have long been spoken of in many cultures and places, but few actually encounter them before or after death. Those who do have found themselves in other worlds they may have only dreamed of in the past. A select few have found themselves between the mysts, where anything is possible. It is here that Anvaltia was first formed.

    2. Awake My Soul - Reincarnation Panfandom


      Reincarnation is real. It doesn\'t work quite like expected however, with those reborn pulled into a new world to live out their next lives, with hints of their pasts surfacing in unexpected ways.
    3. Pandæmonium - Fantasy Panfandom


      The Gods have a new toy - beings from other worlds they've placed in their own world, to see what happens. These gods are fickle at best and have destroyed their own creations, leaving behind only a small handful of survivors. The city these outsiders established uses magic locals fear and conflict is sure to arise.


    4. Shades of Ibrovion - Original Fantasy


      The original gods have returned, but secretly so as to not start another war with their sister. They have chosen champions to fight for their cause and bring Light back to the world. Not all of these champions will be willing, but must learn to work together to save not only themselves, but the entire world.


    5. The Wicked End - Zombie Panfandom


      Most people thought the end of the world would come with fire and brimstone, not a creeping stillness, an illness borne on the wind and carried throughout the world. But that is what happened. No one saw it coming, until it was too late.


    6. Before the Fall

      A zombie apocalypse game, set in the Dying Light series.

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If you're goin' through hell keep on going/Don't slow down if you're scared don't show it/ You might get out before the devil even knows you're there "If You're Going Through Hell" - Rodney Atkins . Amelya Shipwright AGE Thirty ALIGNMENT Chaotic Neutral OCCUPATION Thief/Fence SOCIAL STATUS Workers/Outcast RACE Human CANON POINT N/A TIME HERE Her Whole Life CANON/OC OC FANDOM N/A MEMBER GROUP - Local . Amelya's life was fairly ordinary, though for her, it was miserable. The woman felt confined, and she knew there was more to life then being married off, even if that's what her parents wanted for her. It would make their station in life secure, and make sure Amelya was taken care of in the long run. She hated it, and was very vocal about it. The girl and her parents constantly butted heads, and the tension was made worse when her father was injured and couldn't work. Theft or selling herself were the two options, alongside her mother and older sister. While the other two chose the latter, she went for the former, taking too much pride in herself to submit to a man for money.   It was through her thieving that she gained a good amount of skill in stealth, but the beginning was fraught with encounters with the guards. This left her in the jail for a night, leaving her with a warm meal at least and a roof over her head. But it wasn't providing for her family. Every night in jail was another lesson learned, and she was captured less and less. Eventually, Chief Nichol Strongsteel extended her an offer to go undercover for them. She would be paid and protected, and she said she would think about it.   The first war came, leaving the city in disarray and a prime target for many criminals. It definitely left many shops closed, and Amelya found food to be a good material to fence, slowly getting better at hawking what she stole to pawnshops and to other interested parties. That is, until one night, when someone she didn't recognise cornered her in an alley and beat and sexually assaulted her.   It was a message. A message to her father and sister to pay their dues for the drugs they'd been addicted to. Amelya took Chief Strongsteel's offer, and began working to gain the attention of the Rogue's Guild. It worked, and she was able to keep an eye on what came and went through the Guild. She became known as Amy Ross there, and she fit in well. In fact, members helped teach her how to read and write, as well as how to properly do numbers on paper.     As she became more proficient and trusted in the guild, she learned more and more of the drug trade through her contacts, and bit by bit chipped away at some in the city, handing over the evidence she'd gathered to the constables and investigators. When the Civil War came, Amelya kept her head down, doing her job even as her main protector, Nichol, left to fight. Nightmares plagued her from her attack, and she just wished he'd return. They'd grown close, but he didn't return her feelings, and she didn't blame him. She was tainted.   Finally, the man returned, and she was able to continue her work, knowing the man had her back. And that is what she's been doing to this day. . The Write One AGE - 33 TIMEZONE - EST FACE CLAIM: Art THEONS @ SHINE
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