Board Presentation — /hisrol/
This is Anatase's Spanish roleplaying board. You can use it to set up games with any system, turn-based strategy games, or simply to tell stories. You can also share anecdotes from your games.
You can have multiple active threads at the same time, as long as the previous one has reached the bump limit.
Rules
>Maintain a respectful tone with other participants.
>NSFW content goes in spoiler.
>No spam or derailing other threads.
>If a thread doesn't interest you, ignore it.
Bump limit: 200 posts. To roll dice type /roll{fórmula} in your post, for example 1d20 = 8.
Este es el tablón de rol en español de Anatase. Puedes usarlo para armar partidas con cualquier sistema, juegos de estrategia por turno, o simplemente para contar historias. También puedes compartir anécdotas de tus partidas.
Puedes tener varios hilos activos al mismo tiempo, siempre que el anterior haya llegado al límite de bumps.
Reglas
>Mantén un tono respetuoso con los demás participantes.
>El contenido NSFW va en spoiler.
>No spam ni desvío de hilos ajenos.
>Si un hilo no te interesa, ignóralo.
Bump limit: 200 posts. Para lanzar dados escribe /roll{fórmula} en tu post, por ejemplo 1d20 = 8.
/hisrol/
Rol en Español
Tablón de rol en español — partidas, historias y sistemas.
¿Y cuánto tiempo pasó?
(¡Una hora y media!)
Te había parecido una hora a secas. Vaya que hiciste muchas cosas en ese poco tiempo. La magia de los montajes... ahora, tras estar renovada, tu equipo te acompaña ante el inicio de los escalones, preparándose para bajar, que al ritmo de tu equipo, y con lo alto que estaban, les tardaría algunas horitas si no ayudabas.
>Ribbon
"¿Estás lista para irnos, Dementia?"
Eras más rápida, más fuerte y quién sabe, tal vez un poco más mala. Podías bajar como una niña legendaria que merece más su título.
>Merlinus
"Estoy listo." -confirma, preparado para recibir ordenes cuando sea-
>Sturlu
"¡Y YOOOO!" -exclama dando un salto-
https://youtu.be/OmMdXpuscRY?si=P8klSkKQDLKEhkqM
▶
>¡STURLU SE HA UNIDO A TU PARTY! (oficialmente)
>Ribbon
"Hm... bueno. ¡Entonces vamos!"
Y comienza la pequeña travesía hasta el pie de la montaña.
https://youtu.be/ldY0LriMc6U?si=KPw1SFk8zAxXhSDD
▶
Bajan los escalones, como un equipo. Ribbon volando detrás de ti, Merlinus recto con ambas mangas de su túnica unidas, Sturlu con pasos largos y movimientos exagerados con brazos y piernas que recuerdan a Dicaprio.
La bajada es tranquila, hay un pajarito volando por ahí, algo de brisa agradable por allá. Y poco más para resaltar, lo mejor sería hacer tiempo en lo que bajaban.
>Ribbon
"Oye, Dementia..." -te habla- "creo que vamos a tener que caminar mucho ahora..."
>Sturlu
"¿Mucho?"
>Ribbon
"Mucho mucho..." -pero si ella no camina-
>Merlinus
"No me molesta."
>Ribbon
"N-no se trata de si molesta..."
>Sturlu
"¿Mucho mucho?"
>Ribbon
"¡Que sí! Eh- ¿Dónde estaba...?"
>Sturlu
"¡En las escaleras!"
>Ribbon
"No- o sea sí- pero-"
>Merlinus
"Te molesta."
>Ribbon
"Eh... ¡No! Que cansa. Cansa."
>Merlinus
"A mí no me cansa."
>Ribbon
"Ugh..." -se pasa la manito por la cara, no tiene paciencia con este pañal- "¡Solo quería sugerir que consigamos un carromato para viajar!" -exclama extendiendo los brazos y piernitas-
>Merlinus
"Está bien."
>Ribbon
"¡Pero si tú no lo decides!"
>Sturlu
"¿Qué es eso?"
>Ribbon
"Es-"
>Merlinus
"Una carreta que mata."
>Ribbon
"¿Eh?, ¡No!"
¿Te parecía bien eso?
...
Eventualmente bajan, Ribbon jadea, Sturlu arrastra los brazos como si fuera una marioneta. El maguito parecía estar bien, él tenía algo más de aguante, no tanto como tú, ya habías visto su límite hoy. Y eso fue antes de tu entrenamiento.
Ni bien llegan al pie de la montaña, hallan en el suelo al príncipe azul aún tirado como Peter Griffin, temblando un poco del dolor. Ribbon le ve algo preocupada, Sturlu también se inclina a un lado desde detrás de ti para mirar su deplorable estado. No es que hayas medido consecuencias antes de hacer eso, simplemente actuaste, era un momento difícil. Nadie te va a juzgar.
>Sturlu
"¿Que le pasó, se cayó de la montaña? Jajaja" -bueno, él estaba noqueado. Ribbon le mira mal-
>Principe azul
"...chi..." -suelta como una débil respuesta-
>Sturlu
"Jajaja" -Ribbon le mira peor, Sturlu parece sentirlo-
>Ribbon
"..." -te mira a ti buscando aprobación- "¿Lo curo, Dementia...?"
>Príncipe azul
"A-a los otros..."
Los otros... una vez levantas la mirada...
https://youtu.be/GS3SInjCyj0?si=6s7bCxbt-iDPEP6g
▶
Entenderían el engaño que recibió el niño.
Las casas, todas destruidas. No como lo hizo el lobo de romper techos y alguna pared. Los hogares de los enanos se habían vuelto poco más que escombro. Ribbon mira con horror, y Sturlu sin saber qué cara poner... Pero tu atención inmediata sería robada por el fuego, del tamaño de una pequeña casa, que ahora ocupa el lugar de la forja de Sindri.
Si te acercases a mirar, sería ver una fogata. La casa del anciano arde, y entonces lo ves a él, sentado sobre su yunque, ardiendo también... pero con calma.
>Ribbon
"¡EEEK!, ¡DEMENTIA, SE QUEMAAA!"
>Merlinus
"Magia de fuego..."
>Sturlu
"..."
>Sindri
cof cof "niña..." -dice, con sus cuerdas vocales ya apenas funcionando, su faz oculta bajo densas llamas- "¿Sí superaron el templo...? Jeje..."
La duda final de un enano moribundo.
2/2
Sorry por tardar tanto. Hice lo posible para que el turno valiera la pena. Ya sabes, puedes revisar todas las zonas que quieras al mismo tiempo. Ahí tienes el mapa, aunque no hay demasiado para ver, la entrada a la mina se derrumbó, y las X representan los edificios destruidos.
>¿Cómo quedó Dementia en nivel?
Te hago el recuento de stats por la tarde porque tengo cositas para hacer ahora. Pero se ha vuelto muy juerte kek
(¡Está overleveleada!)
>>1797
And how much time passed?
(An hour and a half!)
It had seemed like a plain hour to you. You sure did a lot in that little time. The magic of montages... now, after being renewed, your team accompanies you to the start of the stairs, preparing to descend, because at your team's pace, and with how high they were, it would take them a few hours if you didn't help.
>Ribbon
"Are you ready to go, Dementia?"
You were faster, stronger, and who knows, maybe a little meaner. You could descend like a legendary girl who deserves her title more.
>Merlinus
"I'm ready." -he confirms, prepared to receive orders when needed-
>Sturlu
"AND MEEEE!" -he exclaims with a jump-
https://youtu.be/OmMdXpuscRY?si=P8klSkKQDLKEhkqM▶>STURLU HAS JOINED YOUR PARTY! (officially)
>Ribbon
"Hm... well. Then let's go!"
And the little journey to the foot of the mountain begins.
https://youtu.be/ldY0LriMc6U?si=KPw1SFk8zAxXhSDD▶
You descend the stairs, as a team. Ribbon flying behind you, Merlinus straight with both sleeves of his robe joined, Sturlu with long strides and exaggerated movements with his arms and legs reminiscent of DiCaprio.
The descent is calm, there's a little bird flying around, some pleasant breeze over there. And little else to highlight, it would be best to pass the time while you descended.
>Ribbon
"Hey, Dementia..." -she speaks to you- "I think we're going to have to walk a lot now..."
>Sturlu
"A lot?"
>Ribbon
"A whole lot..." -but she doesn't walk-
>Merlinus
"It doesn't bother me."
>Ribbon
"I-it's not about whether it bothers you..."
>Sturlu
"A whole lot?"
>Ribbon
"Yes! Uh- Where was I...?"
>Sturlu
"On the stairs!"
>Ribbon
"No- I mean yes- but-"
>Merlinus
"It bothers you."
>Ribbon
"Uh... No! It's tiring. It's tiring."
>Merlinus
"It doesn't tire me."
>Ribbon
"Ugh..." -she rubs her face with her hand, she has no patience with this diaper- "I just wanted to suggest we get a cart to travel in!" -she exclaims, extending her arms and legs-
>Merlinus
"Alright."
>Ribbon
"But you don't decide that!"
>Sturlu
"What is that?"
>Ribbon
"It's-"
>Merlinus
"A death cart."
>Ribbon
"Huh?, No!"
Did that seem okay to you?
...
They eventually come down, Ribbon gasps, Sturlu drags his arms as if he were a puppet. The little mage seemed to be fine, he had a bit more stamina, not as much as you, you had already seen his limit today. And that was before your training.
As soon as they reach the foot of the mountain, they find the prince charming still lying on the ground like Peter Griffin, trembling a little from the pain. Ribbon looks at him with some concern, Sturlu also leans to one side from behind you to look at his deplorable state. It's not that you measured the consequences before doing that, you simply acted, it was a difficult moment. No one is going to judge you.
>Sturlu
"What happened to him, did he fall off the mountain? Hahaha" -well, he was knocked out- Ribbon glares at him-
>Prince charming
"...chi..." -he lets out as a weak response-
>Sturlu
"Hahaha" -Ribbon glares at him even more, Sturlu seems to feel it-
>Ribbon
"..." -she looks at you seeking approval- "Should I heal him, Dementia...?"
>Prince charming
"T-the others..."
The others... once you raise your gaze...
https://youtu.be/GS3SInjCyj0?si=6s7bCxbt-iDPEP6g▶
They would understand the deception the child had received.
The houses, all destroyed. Not like the wolf breaking roofs and some walls. The dwarves' homes had become little more than rubble. Ribbon looks on in horror, and Sturlu without knowing what expression to make... But your immediate attention would be stolen by the fire, the size of a small house, which now occupies the place of Sindri's forge.
If you were to approach and look, it would be like seeing a bonfire. The old man's house is burning, and then you see him, sitting on his anvil, also burning... but calmly.
>Ribbon
"EEEK!, DEMENTIA, HE'S BURNING!"
>Merlinus
"Fire magic..."
>Sturlu
"..."
>Sindri
cough cough "girl..." -he says, his vocal cords barely functioning, his face hidden under dense flames- "Did you overcome the temple...? Hehe..."
The final doubt of a dying dwarf.
2/2
Sorry for taking so long. I did my best to make the turn worthwhile. You know, you can check all the areas you want at the same time. Here's the map, although there's not much to see, the mine entrance has collapsed, and the X's represent the destroyed buildings.
>How did Dementia level up?
I'll give you the stat recap this afternoon because I have things to do now. But she's gotten very strong kek
(She's overleveled!)
And how much time passed?
(An hour and a half!)
It had seemed like a plain hour to you. You sure did a lot in that little time. The magic of montages... now, after being renewed, your team accompanies you to the start of the stairs, preparing to descend, because at your team's pace, and with how high they were, it would take them a few hours if you didn't help.
>Ribbon
"Are you ready to go, Dementia?"
You were faster, stronger, and who knows, maybe a little meaner. You could descend like a legendary girl who deserves her title more.
>Merlinus
"I'm ready." -he confirms, prepared to receive orders when needed-
>Sturlu
"AND MEEEE!" -he exclaims with a jump-
https://youtu.be/OmMdXpuscRY?si=P8klSkKQDLKEhkqM
▶>STURLU HAS JOINED YOUR PARTY! (officially)>Ribbon
"Hm... well. Then let's go!"
And the little journey to the foot of the mountain begins.
https://youtu.be/ldY0LriMc6U?si=KPw1SFk8zAxXhSDD
▶You descend the stairs, as a team. Ribbon flying behind you, Merlinus straight with both sleeves of his robe joined, Sturlu with long strides and exaggerated movements with his arms and legs reminiscent of DiCaprio.
The descent is calm, there's a little bird flying around, some pleasant breeze over there. And little else to highlight, it would be best to pass the time while you descended.
>Ribbon
"Hey, Dementia..." -she speaks to you- "I think we're going to have to walk a lot now..."
>Sturlu
"A lot?"
>Ribbon
"A whole lot..." -but she doesn't walk-
>Merlinus
"It doesn't bother me."
>Ribbon
"I-it's not about whether it bothers you..."
>Sturlu
"A whole lot?"
>Ribbon
"Yes! Uh- Where was I...?"
>Sturlu
"On the stairs!"
>Ribbon
"No- I mean yes- but-"
>Merlinus
"It bothers you."
>Ribbon
"Uh... No! It's tiring. It's tiring."
>Merlinus
"It doesn't tire me."
>Ribbon
"Ugh..." -she rubs her face with her hand, she has no patience with this diaper- "I just wanted to suggest we get a cart to travel in!" -she exclaims, extending her arms and legs-
>Merlinus
"Alright."
>Ribbon
"But you don't decide that!"
>Sturlu
"What is that?"
>Ribbon
"It's-"
>Merlinus
"A death cart."
>Ribbon
"Huh?, No!"
Did that seem okay to you?
...
They eventually come down, Ribbon gasps, Sturlu drags his arms as if he were a puppet. The little mage seemed to be fine, he had a bit more stamina, not as much as you, you had already seen his limit today. And that was before your training.
As soon as they reach the foot of the mountain, they find the prince charming still lying on the ground like Peter Griffin, trembling a little from the pain. Ribbon looks at him with some concern, Sturlu also leans to one side from behind you to look at his deplorable state. It's not that you measured the consequences before doing that, you simply acted, it was a difficult moment. No one is going to judge you.
>Sturlu
"What happened to him, did he fall off the mountain? Hahaha" -well, he was knocked out- Ribbon glares at him-
>Prince charming
"...chi..." -he lets out as a weak response-
>Sturlu
"Hahaha" -Ribbon glares at him even more, Sturlu seems to feel it-
>Ribbon
"..." -she looks at you seeking approval- "Should I heal him, Dementia...?"
>Prince charming
"T-the others..."
The others... once you raise your gaze...
https://youtu.be/GS3SInjCyj0?si=6s7bCxbt-iDPEP6g
▶They would understand the deception the child had received.
The houses, all destroyed. Not like the wolf breaking roofs and some walls. The dwarves' homes had become little more than rubble. Ribbon looks on in horror, and Sturlu without knowing what expression to make... But your immediate attention would be stolen by the fire, the size of a small house, which now occupies the place of Sindri's forge.
If you were to approach and look, it would be like seeing a bonfire. The old man's house is burning, and then you see him, sitting on his anvil, also burning... but calmly.
>Ribbon
"EEEK!, DEMENTIA, HE'S BURNING!"
>Merlinus
"Fire magic..."
>Sturlu
"..."
>Sindri
cough cough "girl..." -he says, his vocal cords barely functioning, his face hidden under dense flames- "Did you overcome the temple...? Hehe..."
The final doubt of a dying dwarf.
2/2
Sorry for taking so long. I did my best to make the turn worthwhile. You know, you can check all the areas you want at the same time. Here's the map, although there's not much to see, the mine entrance has collapsed, and the X's represent the destroyed buildings.
>How did Dementia level up?
I'll give you the stat recap this afternoon because I have things to do now. But she's gotten very strong kek
(She's overleveled!)
<Humana
>Nombre
Lenka Kurose
>Edad
22 años
>Ocupación anterior
Estudiante Universitaria
>Nacionalidad
Checoslovaca-Japonesa
>Genero
Femenino
>¿Por qué decidiste unirte?
"Ahmm, supongo que porque no se me ocurrió otra cosa. Mi madre era devil hunter. En Checoslovaquia. Ni si quiero recuerdo para quien trabajaba. Pero bueno, antes de venir a Japón, vivíamos cerca de unas zonas industriales. Ya saben, vigilancia estatal, policía secreta Checoslovaca, censura, toda esa mie### de propaganda comunista... pobreza, paranoia, desapariciones y... alcoholismo y... todas esas cosas. Lo normal.
Pensaba que todos lo lugares serían así, pero Japón es diferente. Supongo que Europa del Este simplemente era... complicada. Recuerdo que en el invierno la calefacción fallaba mucho. Y que los demonios aparecían más seguido cuando había apagones. Tal vez la gente tenía miedo de quedarse sola, o algo así. Ya me perdí...
No sé, un día ocurrió un incidente. Un demonio grande. Mucha gente murió. No me acuerdo ni cual. Pero Japón estaba reclutando cazadores. Mi madre aceptó y de alguna manera llegamos a aquí. Creo que ella ya había venido, no lo sé. Decía que aquí los demonios eran peores... pero al menos el sistema era mejor y que viviríamos mejor. Murió dos años después.
---
¿En qué estaba? ah, sí. Pero bueno. He vivido más tiempo aquí que allá. Ya sabía usar armas. Ya tenía experiencia con demonios. Y aparentemente tengo buena tolerancia psicológica, o eso dijeron. Supongo que fue suficiente para que me aceptaran. Me uní porque no sabía hacer otra cosa mejor, supongo.
¿mmh? ¿Dices que me fui por las ramas? ¿Entonces cual era la pregunta? Kurva, ¿cuál es el punto de que grabes una entrevista si solo querías una respuesta rápida? Tan solo olvídalo, que más da."
>Demonio con el cual tienes contrato
<Demonio de la Paranoia
Nacido del terror psicológico de la guerra, el miedo a las emboscadas invisibles y a no saber quién es el enemigo en la selva.
Pros: Otorga un "sexto sentido" infalible para detectar intenciones asesinas, trampas ocultas y la presencia de demonios en un radio amplio. En combate, puede alterar temporalmente la percepción de los enemigos, haciéndolos alucinar y atacarse entre ellos.
Contras: Requiere un precio psicológico elevado. Fuera de combate, el usuario sufre de alucinaciones constantes y un estado de alerta tan severo que le impide distinguir con claridad el peligro real de las amenazas imaginarias, deteriorando su cordura.
(Había pensado en este, pero si es necesario estrictamente uno de la lista o este no es adecuado, entonces elijo el anterior, que también me gustó mucho)
<Demonio de la Agonía
Nacido del miedo a la angustia y desesperación del sufrimiento físico y/o mental al borde de la muerte.
Pros: Al infringir daño, sus katanas provocan una amplificación desmedida de los receptores de dolor del rival, provocando estrés y pánico agobiantes que lo llevan a un estado agónico, haciendo que incluso las heridas leves se vuelvan insoportables, las más graves difíciles de procesar o llevando a colapsos mentales y psicológicos incapacitantes. Luego de herir a alguien, la agonía se vuelve una marca rastreable de forma temporal. Sacrificándose, puede autoinfligirse daño físico que se replica de forma instantánea y amplificada en el enemigo más cercano de un radio corto.
Contras: Marca visible. Exige la perdida significativa de la conexión emocional, y los sentidos del gusto, olfato. Comer provoca un grado moderado de dolor. Sufre parcialmente la agonía que infringe con sus katanas a sus enemigos, si lo hace de forma prolongada puede sufrir delirios.
>Ofrezco
vamos a hacerle el trenecito con bukake? yo me la cojo primero
