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26 March 2018 - 04:10 PM

Wulfgard - Errant

A Dying Breed

Your return to Castle Greywatch isn’t met with much fanfare. Not that it ever is, but this time, things seem exceptionally quiet. All the familiar dark, dusty corners of the musty castle – its nobility old and halfway slumbering but no less visible – harbor a silence uniquely grim, even for the Venatori… And many familiar faces are missing.

You were summoned here to answer to a very unusual call: Brennus, one of your own who seems to be almost a stand-in “leader” for the Venatori right now, has recalled all Venatori to Greywatch in order to address some concerns. He kept his messages vague, be they written – if you are literate – or unwritten. Why, you are not sure, but as you make your way through the lonely halls, you feel certain you’re about to find out.

On the way to the great hall, you see various other Venatori coming to join you. Some familiar, some unfamiliar – and some you may have met before, while others you know only by reputation.

Brennus, who has only recently returned to the order and made himself renowned among the newcomers, stands at the head of the group, on a small wooden stage recently and roughly erected for this sole purpose. The great hall of Castle Greywatch is now filled with many men and women wearing the long, blue cloaks of the Venatori. But, as you look around, you realize – their numbers used to be a bit… greater.

Nor did the Venatori ever used to feel the need to have a singular leader, a position Brennus now apparently takes with pride. His hawkish green eyes scan the room, and he briefly rubs his gloved fingers together as if in anticipation of something. In spite of this, however, it’s impossible not to notice the weight of worry creasing his brow.

“I see everyone received my messages,” Brennus says, his voice carrying a slight lilting accent. “Excellent. Your help will be appreciated – and needed – in the coming weeks. With the absences… and, in some cases, losses, of some of our best veterans, I’ve come forward to represent the Venatori as a whole. Both here, and in the Empire abroad, as I try to reach out for help. So far?”

He frowns again, looks over every one of you individually.

“We haven’t gotten any.”

He begins to pace then, though his steps make hardly a sound. He’s clearly very well practiced in the arts of stealth, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you recall hearing his name spoken or whispered now and then through the halls of Castle Greywatch.

“We’re losing hunters. Why? I don’t know. None of us do. They’re disappearing – without a trace. We’ve lost six now, completely unaccounted for, but their contracts were completed. In other words, the monsters were dealt with, and we got no more word from the hunters or the locals who came to us asking for help.

“How the contracts were fulfilled and where the hunters with is what we need to figure out. Because the more hunters we lose, the fewer new hunters we’ll get – and the less ground we can cover. There are already too few of us to cover this whole damn Empire.

“I tried to contact some local lords, even some kings and even the Emperor himself, about this. What messages have gotten through didn’t get any kind of nice answers. Most of the Empire feels we’re a useless order now, anyway. And these contracts being fulfilled makes it look like there’s no continued monster problem. But we still lose the hunters. If this keeps up, the Empire will sleep in ignorance thinking they’re safe, but there won’t actually be any Venatori left protecting them.”

Whispers spread across the table as the Venatori turn and speak to each other. Some of them, however, remain silent. Among those who keep their attention focused on Brennus are you and a Venator sitting not too far off – a tall, muscular man wearing a patch over his left eye. He looks strange familiar, but you have no time to dwell on that now.

“Some of us are starting to suspect each other. Maybe that’s right, maybe we have traitors sitting at this table,” Brennus says with a shrug – and you notice his eyes almost pointedly flick over to that one-eyed Venator you noticed before. They exchange half-second, hardened stares, their gazes locking. Silence falls. More glances are exchanged around the table. Whispers scrape not so quietly through the otherwise still air.

Then Brennus continues, “But I’d like to think it isn’t. Whatever the case, we need to get to the bottom of this. The Empire has not, and will not, send aid. They want us to take care of our own issues.”

He sighs, allowing a pause… probably for dramatic effect. It’s not necessary, but it certainly works.

“And if we can’t? Well… Then there may not be a Venator Order around for much longer. The Empire will fall prey to monsters and demons, to these threats they like to pretend aren’t real. The Venatori are the oldest and most sacred order in this land, charged with the most difficult and thankless job in the Imperium… And that’s precisely why we have to get to the bottom of this. It’s why we cannot let this order quietly get stabbed in the back and fall apart.”

He stands straighter now, his eyes once more scanning the room.

“Who will stand with me?”


Welcome to A Dying Breed. In this campaign, you will take the role of a Venator during these troubled times. Well, more troubled than usual for your Order. This will primarily be a campaign based around mystery and intrigue, with investigation and interaction taking priority. There will, of course, be some action segments, but ultimately, you’re trying to solve a puzzle.

To sign-up for this campaign, head on over to the help topic for signing up for Errant using the new system, and then make yourself a filled-out character sheet, post your character as a new topic in the Character Creation board (as detailed in the help topic), and reply to this thread simply saying what character you want to play as and linking to their thread. DO NOT RE-POST YOUR ENTIRE CHARACTER SHEET AS A REPLY HERE. All you have to do is reply with your character name and a link to their thread!

Character Creation Criteria

Generally speaking, all players will be Venatori. If you want to be something other than a Venator, please contact me in PMs for us to work out an exception (with, of course, good reason for your character to be participating in these events). However, I would much prefer if all, or nearly all, players are Venatori.

Races that are allowed must be acceptable to the Venatori, the Imperial order of monster hunters. This means you may be anything off the following list:

  • Human (all subraces)

  • Elf (all subraces except Dark Elf)

  • Dwarf (all subraces)

  • Half-Blood (all subraces, except anything involving Dark Elf)

Arguably, you could also play as anything that could disguise itself as a human, elf, or dwarf. HOWEVER, as this is a campaign in which you will be both playing as and interacting with almost exclusively an order of elite monster hunters, you will probably be caught and killed if you do this. Please keep this in mind if you sign up as any of the following, and do not blame me for your character’s very likely death.

  • Werewolves

  • Vampires

  • Demon-kin

  • Mages/magi (individuals with the Gift)

  • Anyone with any other socially unacceptable forms of magic

If anyone has any monsters-hiding-among-men or half-bloods that I've left out and you want to sign up as that, just let me know and we can try to work something out. However, I will not accept any beastfolk trying to hide among human society, or any Chaos races. Those have no place directly in the Venatori.

Some General Rules/Guidelines:

  • Keep this fun. Post only as often as you want to and as your schedule comfortably allows. Do not turn this into some kind of job; this is meant to be fun and relaxing. We’ve had issues with this before. Don’t feel pressured to post if you don’t have the time, opportunity, or motivation, but do let us know in the OOC thread that you haven’t silently dropped out and still plan to post when you find the time and inspiration. Again, this is for fun, not work.

  • In congruence with the first note, this is a judgment-free zone. No one is judging you based on your writing ability or post length. Do not be intimidated by those who make longer posts that are heavily proofread. This is, again, something we are doing for fun, not to compete or to judge. If this is your first time in Errant, we especially want to make you feel welcome. Please feel free to ask the DM or your fellow players for help or feedback, so that you can have as much fun as we do!

  • Never feel like you are spamming here. As long as you are posting multiple times in order to respond to someone else, you are not spamming (obviously do not chain tons of posts without waiting for anyone else to respond). Character interactions in a forum-based system may feel like spam, but they are not. And I want to heavily encourage interactions among all players and NPCs, especially NPC companions. Dialogue and interactions are the backbone of any good RP.

  • Do not cast blame and hold grudges. If something bad happens to one of your characters, or another player/NPC argues with one of your characters, it is no fault of the DM or the player. This is a different world. What happens IC stays IC.

  • All this being said, try to hold a consistent writing style throughout. Standard, for forum RPs around here, is to write your posts in third-person (tense is up to you, but I personally write past tense, simply because I am used to writing this way). My introductory post was written in second person to switch things up, as I often do in sign-up threads. But it’s much easier when everyone consistently writes in third person (as I will do in DM posts from now on, like I always have).

At the moment, I cannot comfortably announce a particular DM update schedule, but I’m ballparking for 1-2 weeks between major DM posts (those posts are likely to be kept relatively simple in terms of prose, so that I do not get too hung up writing one and take far too long, as I have done before). Lord_Capulet will be at long last rejoining Errant as my sounding board and personal assistant for this campaign (I'm not calling you my squire, Cappy, so stop asking), and will do his best to fill in for me if needed.

However, I'll be posting smaller posts much more frequently as necessary for character/NPC interactions.

That said, I hope you consider joining the campaign! I’d love to have you.


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05 January 2018 - 08:16 PM



So I want to get Errant going again. I may not be as active as I used to be, since I have such ambitious projects underway at the moment. But I hate to let this stay dead, especially now that a new year's getting properly going.


I'm not going to bother making a poll and such, since what I'm looking for right now is discussion and opinions. What would you guys like to see next from Errant this year? What kind of campaign(s) would you want to participate in, and what do you want from them? Give me all your thoughts.

SSLF Discord Server

11 October 2017 - 10:38 AM

Not too long ago, I put together a SSLF Discord server, which is open to all members. Details on the server itself.


Click here to join.

Werewolf's Writing Tidbits

07 October 2017 - 06:12 PM

Hey, fellas. So I've been trying to get more active in writing communities elsewhere on the webbernets at a best friend's behest, and she's been giving me writing prompts and stuff to help me get involved. You can find some of these on my tumblr, too.


Her favorite character is Kye, by a longshot, so many of my prompts will end up being about him. :lol: You are, of course, also free to throw your own prompts at me here in the thread. I've discovered that writing by prompt is immensely fun, and I want to try to do more of it for practice and warmups before I start a long writing session. So, please, give me some stuff.


Any updates I post here will be pretty random, and I might not write many very often. But here are a few of the ones I've written so far...


Prompt, "Description - Kye in formal clothing"


Kye rubbed the back of his neck, feeling stupid. He shifted his weight between his feet, watching the assorted nobles perform graceful, sweeping dances that made the womens’ great dresses flow everywhere. But it was hard to focus when he felt like he was going to suffocate.

So he went from rubbing his neck to tugging at the collar of his black doublet – which matched his black shirt, black breeches, and black gloves. Or, well, glove. He still wore his huge, spiked gauntlet on his left arm, nervously rubbing the long, metal claws together as he thought again of how Drake commented that it clashed with his gold buttons and accessories, including the weird chain necklace that Fintan had handed to him, seemingly as an afterthought. Confused, Kye had said he wasn’t clashing with anything at all. And then Drake had laughed, patted him on the back, and left to go flirt with some girl.

And then Magnhild had powdered his nose, and he’d come this close to sneezing all over her. Kye tried to remember if she had even powdered her own nose, and he suddenly realized she hadn’t.

Since then, everyone had left, and he eventually found his way to the great hall full of people dancing and drinking. Now, Kye stood there fidgeting in all his tight, form-fitting clothing – except for the silly breeches. They were tight at the top and the bottom and only reached just above his knees, and they puffed all out around his thighs. He had never worn such a ridiculous thing.

If he dropped his guard for even a second, he’d be all wings and tail and horns and then it would tear up his clothes and probably even do something bad to his hair – which was all pulled behind his neck in a very neat ponytail, for once, instead of some halfhearted attempt at that.

He tugged at his collar again as he glanced around, wondering vaguely if everyone was sweating as badly as he was. Some undeniably pretty girl in a frilly, pink dress was staring at him from the corner – staring so hard he almost thought his tail was sticking out from the bottom of his doublet and waving back and forth again, or else his horns were showing.

She giggled, bit her lip, and used a finger to beckon Kye in a suggestive manner that was largely lost on him, though it still prompted him to blush like an idiot – right before some huge, burly man in a vest came and swept her over to the dance floor. Kye rubbed his claws together again and swallowed. Well, he had probably just come really close to getting his face pounded in by that fine gentleman.

A parting in the sea of people showed him where the wine was, and Kye quietly meandered over to it, snatching up a fancy wine goblet in his right hand. The glove he wore was so silken that it made the silver cup slip right out of his hand, and he had to catch it in his claws. He sighed.

This was going to be a long night.



Prompt, "OC Intro - Kye Vakurseth"


The woods were thick, yet it wasn’t hard for Tom Drake to find the leathery, spearheaded demon tail hanging from the branches near a small, convenient clearing. Grabbing the tail, he gave it a hearty tug – enough to elicit a jolt and a yelp from the boughs above.


“Kye, c’mon,” Drake said. “Hiding won’t do you any good.”


Kye’s tall silhouette moved in the treetop, and Drake let go of the tail so the demon-kin could climb down. It was funny to look at him now and think he was trying to prepare someone like this to go to a royal ball. You know, the guy with huge, bat-like demon wings sprouting from his back, a tail, fangs, a huge left gauntlet with spikes and claws…


Drake frowned and pretended to size him up as he circled him. Kye rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand, turning to face Drake as he walked around.


“Will you stop?” Drake said, though he fought back a laugh. “If you start spinning in circles when the tailor’s sizing you up, you’re gonna frustrate the shit out of him.”


“Sorry,” Kye replied promptly, standing still.


Just like Drake thought, he was going to need serious work. But, sure, Kye was a handsome guy, especially if all the stares he got when he rode down the street were any indication. Tall, muscular… tall, dark, and handsome, really. Put simply, he was striking.


When he didn’t have horns on his forehead, at least. He even had a second, longer pair curling back on top of his head, just to make sure everyone knew he had horns, as if the pointed ears and every other demonic feature didn’t give it away. He also had purple hair, most of it pulled behind his neck in a ponytail.


And then there were those confused, bright violet eyes that kept staring at him. This time, Drake couldn’t help but grin.

“First thing’s first,” he said, “I need to warn you about actually wearing a complete shirt, not that weird back-less jerkin thing.”


Kye suddenly looked morose, though his tail kept endlessly waving back and forth behind him, like it always did. “But – what about my wings?”


“If they pop out, you’re screwed either way, so there’s no reason to leave room for them. Besides,” he glanced at Kye’s back – a complete mess of crisscrossing whip scars with huge, jagged rune scar carved there by a knife set in the foreground – and frowned, “that’s the last thing you want anyone to see, other than all these demon bits.”


“Right, yeah, okay…”


“The clothes are gonna be pretty tight, too. Show off your physique, and all that.”


Kye grunted. “Sure, great…”


“And you’ll have to lose the gauntlet,” Drake finished, grabbing and holding up the huge, heavy metal thing that went all the way up Kye’s left forearm, ending in a set of long spikes coming off his elbow.


Kye tugged it away from him, nervously rubbing his metal claws together. “That…” he swallowed mid-sentence. “That – doesn’t come off.”


Drake arched a brow. “Why not?”


The demon-kin looked away from him and said quietly, “It’s a long story, Tom.”


Silence fell so abruptly that they were left listening to the pleasant songbirds chirping away in the trees – which, somehow, made the silence even more awkward. Even for Kye, that was a strange tone. But Drake shrugged.


“Alright,” he said, “it’ll be a fashion statement. Sure.” He clapped Kye on the shoulder. “So, last thing: you know how to dance, right?”


It took a moment before Kye looked at him again, staring dumbly. Drake waited patiently for him to find some words.

Finally, Kye asked in a tiny voice, “What’s, uh… What’s dancing?”


Drake’s face went blank.


That lasted for a second or two before he suddenly laughed. Kye’s face went red, and Drake felt worse, but he kept grinning.


“Oh, gods, Kye – it’s not funny—” Drake said quickly, though he laughed again and had to stop himself. “You’re just so hopeless, and it’s adorable.”


Kye looked miserable and rubbed at the back of his neck again, his tail giving one sharp jerk out of rhythm before resuming its back-and-forth waving.


“Look, I’m sorry. I’m an ass.” Drake cleared his throat. “Dancing is, ah… something people do to…”


“Flirt with girls?” Kye said in a tone that sounded like he assumed everything Drake was knowledgeable about eventually came down to flirting. Which wasn’t entirely true.


Still, Drake made a thoughtful face. “Well, yeah, but it’s kind of more a cultural thing. It’s important to know, anyway, if you’re going to blend in with… you know, mortals.”


Kye nodded quietly.


“Look, I’ll show you.” Drake stepped up in front of him, taking Kye’s left hand and putting it on his shoulder, taking Kye’s right hand in his left and holding it, just before resting his own right hand on Kye’s hip.


Kye made an odd face at him that really showed all his long, sharp canines, but Drake just arched a brow.


“I didn’t say it wouldn’t be awkward.”


Then he abruptly pulled Kye right against his body, and Kye’s face went red.


“That doesn’t seem – really – do you have to—?”


Kye stopped sputtering but quickly reached down, grabbed Drake’s hand on his hip, and moved it up to his rough, scarred back instead, just below a wing. Drake managed not to laugh.


“Your back doesn’t have the most romantic texture, Kye,” Drake remarked. “But, luckily for you, girls love scars.”


He then led Kye around in a dance – Drake was graceful and practiced, but Kye kept stumbling and stepping on Drake’s feet, his tail going to and fro even faster than usual in frustration and flicking around erratically.


“Tom, this – this is impossible,” Kye blurted. “What’s the point?


“I thought you get all gooey when you think about these endearing things mortals do,” Drake said with a grin. “And if you can climb buildings and jump around on them in the dark, Kye, you can dance. Just follow my lead.”


Drake didn’t go easy on him. He swiveled him, he dipped him, and the entire time, Kye sputtered and occasionally tried to pull free of his grip, but Drake never let him. And he wore a grin almost half the time.


Finally, Drake grabbed one of Kye’s legs to hook it around his hip, dipped him again, dramatically, and then finally let Kye scramble away from him, red in the face. Drake gave a little bow.


“See? That wasn’t so hard. I kept it simple, and you did pretty good for a beginner.”


Kye frowned, staring up at some clouds like he did so often, still blushing unbelievably.


“There’s no way I can do all that with a random person,” he finally said flatly. “Or… anybody.”


“Well, you can stand in the corner and drink wine instead,” Drake replied. “Later, I’ll show you where the royal gardens are, since that seems more like your thing. But trust me, dancing is fun.”


For a second, it almost looked like Kye believed him. The demon-kin resumed rubbing the back of his neck some more and stared at the ground instead before, eventually, he looked up to meet Drake’s green-and-gold eyes again.


“Why can’t you just go?” Kye finally asked. “I’m a disaster waiting to happen.”


Drake frowned. “Kye, you’re not,” he answered, finally serious – serious enough that it surprised Kye, from the way his purple eyes blinked. “Stop being so down on yourself.”


After a brief bout of hesitation, Kye tried again: “Is everyone else coming, too? I mean, we all know you’re just gonna go flirt with a bunch of girls, and then Magnhild will glare at you the entire time, and…”


Drake’s mind generally moved at top speed, and often pretty erratically. So when it hit a stone wall, it could be painful – like right now.


He blurted, “She what?


Kye blinked. “Oh. I, um… thought you knew she did that…”


Drake was about to say something more, before he realized that, if he tried, he’d end up sputtering and sounding like Kye did half the time. So, instead, he took a second to compose himself.


“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Drake said, giving Kye another friendly smack on the shoulder. He always kept those gentle, but Kye still winced every time, anyway. “Practice dancing with a branch or something.”


“Okay,” Kye replied, but Drake knew immediately from his tone that he was going to just go sit in a tree and listen to birds and stare at clouds some more. And probably leave his tail hanging down conspicuously again – not that Kye ever seemed terribly aware of what his tail was doing.


Drake offered him an encouraging smile. “You’re gonna do great,” he said, just before he turned and left to go find Magnhild and the others again.


Now he almost felt bad for teaching Kye the girl’s part of the dance.

REVAMP: Vampires

23 September 2017 - 09:59 AM

So this is kind of a big deal for anyone currently playing (which is no one - someone really needs to get cursed in-game :P ) or planning to play a vampire character - I'm reworking vampires pretty extensively.


I don't have many details yet, since I'm still talking names and things over with Scorp. But what I can tell you are a few general things:

  • They won't be limited to just the former vampire bat shifters. Those will still exist, of course, but they will be one of many vampire types (the names of which are yet to be sorted and decided).
  • Vampirism in itself is a more general demonic curse instead of tied to the aforementioned former vampire bat shifters. Vampirism is a curse that causes one to become an undead monstrosity that must drink blood to survive - specifically the blood of mortal, intelligent beings with souls, rather than something like animals. Different kinds of vampires will suffer different effects if they drink animal blood, in the way that the vampire bat shifters become more bestial.
  • Not all vampires will be related to shifters in some way; some are simply undead with no or limited shapeshifting abilities and no connection to animals whatsoever.
  • Conversely, there will also be more vampires related to animals. For instance, some rat shifters accepted a vampirism curse like the vampire bat shifters. In other words: shapeshifting rat vampires.
  • Not all vampires were created by the same demon lord (in the way that vampire bat shifters were granted their curse by Arashk, demon lord of Pride). Therefore, some vampires will be more closely associated with disease, etc., and certainly not all vampires are alluring/beautiful.
  • Vampires will not immediately burn up and die in the sun, like other types of undead, though specifics on this may sometimes vary by type (the vampire bat shifter variety will no longer die immediately in the sun, for instance). However, those who do not die immediately still should keep their skin covered to keep from burning and are largely blind in the daylight, thanks to their sensitive eyes.
  • One does not have to be "infected" by another vampire to become a vampire. While this has always been the case, like with werewolves, it will now be emphasized that it's arguably more common to become a vampire through other means.
  • Vampires will be more closely associated with their "mist form" and have a wider range of abilities concerning leaving their own body behind and possibly even mind control/possession. Certain vampire types are more like spirits, while others are corporeal undead.
  • Various other changes that haven't been sorted yet. :P

This is just to give you a fun look ahead at some of the things in store, so that anyone planning vampire characters can keep these things in mind accordingly. :P I'm going to work on revising the existing vampire writeups for Errant in the future. Feel free to discuss here anything that comes to mind or toss out questions.


Haha, it's funny. Revamp: Vampires. Get it? Revamp? Because it's-- nevermind.