Fantasy RE:POCH - Through the Looking Glass

[Milke]

The year is Anno Domini 1453.

As the Ottoman Sultan buries his sword in Constantinople, marking the end of an era, something else is going horribly wrong. All over the world, people are disappearing - entire villages are turned barren, and families are torn apart. There is no preference or discrimination - the lowest street urchin is swept away the same as the mightiest king. No one knows why, and there’s no evidence as to their fate.

You are one of those who was swept away. Wherever you were and whatever you were doing, you blinked and then you were here, wherever ‘here’ is. You come to, alone, with only the things you had with you at the time. You have many questions, but there is no one present to answer them. If god exists as you might surely believe, he doesn’t know about this place.

You are alone - or so you think.


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Welcome to Repoch - A sandbox historical-fantasy roleplay about starting civilization anew on a mysterious new world. Shrug off the sentiments of the old world or cling to their traditions for prestige. Build an empire or make your name known throughout the lands. Cultivate a new bastion of civilization in a strange, barren world or venture out to seek answers to the questions that have brought you here.

Character application format below.

Rules/Guidelines:
-Your character must be appropriate to the time period prior to his/her disappearance (1453AD, real Earth.)
-Historical figures are allowed, but not necessary. You will be subject to some GM-discretion if you choose to play a historical figure.
-If you choose a historical figure, they must have been alive as of the historical fall of Constantinople.
-Questions? PM me or DM me on discord.

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Name:
Former profession:
Culture:

A brief backstory, including what you were doing just prior to disappearing:

List of Players (2/5):

Joshuadim as Constantine XI Palaiologos
Fighting Monk as Franz Winkler

 

[joshuadim]

Name: Hubert Kovar
Former profession: Artisan Blacksmith
Culture: Czech

A brief backstory, including what you were doing just prior to disappearing:
Having recently finished a rather ornate and well-crafted sword for a Hungarian noble, Hubert continued to display the level of expertise he held in his craft with his name becoming somewhat renowned among the local nobility and knighthood. With his work never done, Hubert prepared for his next job in crafting a sword for a German knight that had paid him a handsome sum for his services. Yet as he sat down to rest and close his eyes, he couldn't help but feel that things were rather mundane in the small town he had lived in his entire life...

 

[Fighting Monk]

Name: Franz Winkler
Former profession: Benedictine Abbot
Culture: German (Alemmanic)

A brief backstory, including what you were doing just prior to disappearing:
Franz Winkler was born in the city of Konstanz to middle-class grocers in the good year AD 1400. As the seventh son in a family of twelve children the prospects of him inheriting the family business were rather bleak and thus his parents put money together to send him off to the local Benedictine monastery to become a monk and hopefully, someday, a successful priest or even, god willing, a bishop! What his parents wouldn't have expected though was for Franz to take to life at the monastery like a horse to water. Tending to the vegetable garden, brewing beer, crafting fine cheeses and all sorts of tasty delicacies soon became the man's calling alongside reading the gospel of course. His diligence to his work would eventually see him promoted to the position of Abbot, which he's enjoyed for the past ten years. Today he was emerging from the basement where he and his fellow monks brewed some of the finest Beer in all the Bodensee when he was dumbstruck by how nice the gardens looked under the noon-sun. Waddling closer he bent over to smell some of the roses and closed his eyes to contemplate how delightful it would be to harness the aroma for all to enjoy.