/rp/ - Roleplay

Welcome to /rp/, the dedicated roleplaying server. Whether you're looking for some lite-roleplay, a more dedicated play-by-post campaign/one shot, or something else entirely; this is your board. Simply make a thread, throw in a few #Hashtags as to what you're looking for (as an optional way to let others know what you expect). Out of Character threads are allowed so that players may communicate out of their dedicated game thread.

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#Open#Canon: Donut Bar#Pseudo-canon#Cross-canon#Chill#Lighthearted#Shipping#General #Semi-serious#Crazy#Courtsey/Common Sense/ Fun

All cities have dark sides, and Canterlot is certainly no exception. On the wrong side of the tracks, everything appears to be dark and cold, the rainy weather being but an exclamation mark deepening the atmosphere of alienation and lurking fear.

The atmosphere changes though, as soon as you pass the worn door over the neon sign saying, in bright bold letters [U]D NUT BAR
[YouTube: Who Framed Roger Rabbit OST 18-Valiant & Valiant (Version B)]

Inside, amongst the tables and chairs dating back to the last century, with their nicks and stains and worn out padding, you can finally get yourself dry, drink something hot and wait out the rain. There's even a antique jukebox - someone placed the damaged neon 'o' from the sign outside next to it, the stylised glass donut looking a bit out of place with the sombre décor.

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Continuation from the previous thread:
>>1147

Continuation from the previosu thread:
>>581

After escaping the spider-infested dwarf mines Nazom and Vinifera returned to the harbor town of Riva, along with Thorgrim, Boronian, and Mule-Mo.

Thorgrim and Boronian went home for the time being, and the two heros went on a shopping spree.

The world of Aventuria beckons and there is always work for heroes to go on (more or less) epic adventures! Aventuria is a medieval-stylish fantasy world where lots of exciting fun is to be had!

Quickly roll up a hero and the fun may begin.

Your heroes have six Abilities:
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Courage
Intelligence
Intuition
Charisma
Dexterity
Strength

Roll a d6 and add 7 for each of the Abilities (giving each Ability a value of between 8 and 13)! The higher the better!

The year is 1987, you are a male pony waking up confused in a hotel room in Moscow. Suddenly the door to hotel apartment opens and you see some two strangers entering the room. One of them is wearing a typical cheaply made soviet gray two piece suit. Has bad teeth and bushy gray eyebrows. The other one looks like a total foreigner, probably quite rich one. Could be somewhere around 40 years old. He is a blonde. The man in soviet suit puts palm on foreigners arm and with thick Russian accent says "This is our little gift to you, Donald. To spice up your visit a little bit". The foreigner looks at you and starts smiling in a way that makes you sweat really really cold. You quickly turn your head around and see a long vertical mirror on your left. To your right there is huge bed and a drawer by it has a large bottle of vaseline(Made in USSR). Behind you there is window with good view on panorama of Moscow from above. A good few dozens of stores down you see a street with a cistern of Kvass passing by. When you turn your head back toward visitors you see for a brief moment something that soviet dude seems to stare at mirror for some reason smiling with some strange dose of mischief while foreigner seems to be busy salivating while looking at you. Your hooves are tied with a pretty loose rope. You feel like you could loose it enough to break free if you try hard enough. Soviet visitor suddenly exclaims "Have fun, Donald! I'm going to see you in the morning!". Foreigner nods not br