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[i] The Dojo. Located on the diverse planet of Tatakai, the Dojo consists of the largest gathering of fighters the universe has ever seen. Men and women from all different cultures, races and worlds come to train, compete and fight together. Many battles have been raged on its soil, but it remains standing. Here, one can write, fight and talk with other writers who seek to create stories with one another. All you have to do is start typing.[/i]
[b][i]The New Dojo(JOIN HERE!)[/i][/b]
[spoiler]Join our group! Free of charge! I swear!
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Forum/1677784/0/3/0
USE THIS LINK IF THAT OTHER ONE DOES NOT WORK.
https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Chat?groupId=1677784
Once you pass your test and have joined the group sign here:
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/215168136/0/0
NOTE: You do not have to be tested to join the dojo. Only to PvP.
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[b][i]Who we are[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is an ENTRY LEVEL AND ONE OF THE ONLY PUBLIC RP THREADS.
RP is A way of interactive creative writing. Where you can go on adventures, have fights and generally have fun. Think of dungeons and dragons, but its horribly imbalanced since there is not an experience system or dice. Its great!
The Dojo loves different opinions, ideas and writing no matter if you are new to RP(roleplay) or extremely experienced. If you have an opinion to share about how to make the dojo better, contact one of the Sensei's that run the place (We would prefer this rather then excessive and unintelligent shit talking). Every work of writing is appreciated and accepted (shitposts…maybe not so much).
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[b][i]How we work(list of Admins included)[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The dojo is run by a group of Sensei’s. These Sensei’s will make up most of the game changing decisions to benefit The Dojo. BUT Everyone's opinion matters a great deal. So the Sensei’s will make poll’s within the group for the members to vote and decide on big issues/ideas. Even then, the sensei’s will inform the group of changes and decisions made.
The list of sensei’s are as follows:
Inflatablepants/Pants(GONE ON HIATUS)
The God-Eater/Cob
Royalblade/Royal
Fresh Cazberry/Vio
nullCth/Cth
And the leader of the dojo union: Tubbs
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[b][i]OUR GOAL[/i][/b]
[spoiler] At the dojo, we want to provide an amazing place for you to improve on your writing in a fun way. We love new faces, and will accept you as soon as you walk up to the door. We also love other RP threads that have really awesome stuff, and we want to invite them all here so we can have a hub world of sorts. Whether this is through an interdimensional portal, space ships or whatever. We want everyone we can to be a part of this and interact with everyone! This way, you can meet people you never would have met before. If you are a leader of an RP group and are interested in this, please contact me so we can discuss further! I like discussing stuff!
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[b][i]RULES[/i][/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678270/0/0[/spoiler]
[b][i]How to PvP[/i][/b]
[spoiler] Player VS Player Is what the dojo is known for. Basically, you can fight each others characters with your own, to see who’s the best or to simply make some kick ass action. Please follow all the rules while you fight, so you can make it as badass as possible.
In order to PvP you must be tested by a sensei, or a designated tester of the dojo. You can find out who is a tester by seeing "How we Work." Also, When you fight another player make sure that you always react to their move. The best way to do this is like this.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your reaction from you opponents last reply.
>Have a stanza dedicated to your attack.
If you completely block another opponents attack, its courteous to not attack them within the same reply.
This way, you’ll never go wrong.
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[b][I]World Creation(Getting started at the Dojo starts here)[/i][/b]
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This is the most important section for you RP experience. This is where you make your characters, their stories, where they could live. Also, this is where you can create a Faction to participate in the thread, as well as having access to writing for the group(The stories you write do not have to relate to the dojo at all)
Bio's(RECCOMENDED)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677641/0/0
Backstory for Characters
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/217556475/0/0
Property Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220228259/0/0
Writers Hub
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220575696/0/0
Faction Creator
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/222042811/0/0
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[b][i]The Dojo[/i][/b]
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Physical Appearance
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677894/0/0
NOTE: The dojo only uses Mac Cannons for any kind of defense. If you are lookin to invade with your discount armies, you will be fighting the characters of the thread and possibly their factions.
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[b][i]The World of Tatakai[/i][/b]
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Map of Tatakai:
http://i.imgur.com/6xm09eO.jpg
Landscapes of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678163/0/0
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/213673051/0/0
Lore
(WORK IN PROGRESS)
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217554253/0/0
Landmarks of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217506568/0/0
Cities of Tatakai
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217516337/0/0
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[b][i]The Digital Dojo[/i][/b]
[spoiler] The Digital dojo was what we had used before this new Dojo. Here is a link to the old thread, as well as the old group. Please read our past works!
Digital Dojo Thread:https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/819710/126982640
Digital Dojo Group: https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Detail/819710
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[b]The OP(Inflatablepants) is on hiatus. If you have any questions please refer to the following people:[/b]
[spoiler]Cobalt Pheonix: CobaltPHNX
Royal: JustAStranger
Caz: PoisonousBerry
Tubbs:Bler
(Tubbs is not actually an admin, but he has been here long enough and is like an ever existing presence. Kinda weird.)[/spoiler]
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Edited by Veration: 9/29/2016 12:46:33 AM[u]Ku Rudo Mountains[/u] The high, snow-capped ranges of the Ku Rudo region were barren, uninhabitable except for the animals stark with power in their pelts built for the powerful winds and frigid temperature. Yet, plumes of smoke rose from a large alcove of trees, and the wind-warped the crackling fire that, despite their effort, had provided minimal warmth to those who camped out here. They have bundled in an armor of heavy iron with fur coats draped from shoulder pauldrons, rigid machetes reflecting the flames of the hearth and relict rifles laid on the blankets of fresh snow, desperately trying to warm up as their bottoms froze from sitting on the wet plank wood. It was freshly cut and still splintered, jagged, but more comfortable than the snow, if minimally. "Jesus Christ, how cold is it?" A voice piped up as frosted breaths rose from cracks in the square helmet of patch-work irons welded together, just barely enough to resemble armor. They laughed and sighed, as if not brave enough to answer the question, and continued to huddle and rub their hands on their legs. "Anyways... Is she still intact?" The same person questioned to the others. They shrugged, and after a second of silence except for the howling wind pervading all within the mountain range, one stood and walked further into the wooded area, trudging his legs through the snow. The others watched him disappear into the snowy abyss before they turned back to the fire for nourishment. The one who had walked away struggled to wade through the thick layers of powder and searched for something. Dusk had begun to set, and visibility waned quickly, yet he hurried forward when he saw something startling. A burlap sack, splattered with blood, about the size of a human body, but with its side torn open. "Shit," he muttered, his eyes wide with fear. She had escaped. His eyes had never closed, either, as they dilated with shock when a silver knife embroiled with jewels and engravings slashed across his neck. It was brutally cut wide, and an arc of blood sputtered from the brutal opening as he fell face-first into the snow. As he fell he released a cry of pain, his life only to end a second after, one carried by the wind to the campsite. The men darted their heads to the side at the shriek, and one stood immediately, tall in stature and muscular under the thick plating. The other, much younger and the only without a helmet, had his face flush with fear over a red complexion from the freezing air. He quickly stood, hesitant to grab his old and worn gun, barely jury-rigged into functionality. The two walked together to the sound of the scream, alert, prepared for skirmish. The taller one strode with much more pride and confidence, machete painted with dry blood and gray matter swaying as he walked. The other, timid and scared, huddling behind his comrade for protection. They went further through the wood, but soon the young lad had found himself separated from his superior, lost within the tall grove of trees and swirling snow. A dark figure darted behind the thick conglomerate of thin, bristling cedar wood, and by impulse the boy sent a volley of bullets across the trees, splintering them, though nothing was there. The gunshots resonated through the valley and fire raising from the barrel illuminated the now completely dark woods. He shivered in fear, looking around, waiting for an attacked. And two eyes glowed in the darkness, the sounds of springs coiling as a large bolt was fired, piercing the ankle of the boy between the parting of his leg armor and thick boots lined with wool. He clutched to the ground and moaned in pain, but soon the eyes had disappeared. The larger man had heard the groans and recognized them as that of his companion's, but figuring the boy had died, he continued on through the snow, taking his helmet off to increase visibility. He was rather handsome, with ash-blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a rugged, half-shaven look to him, a glorious bristling mustache pervaded with freckles of snow. And from the trees a dark wisp had pounced on him, using sharp claws at the ends of her grieves to claw at his head. His skin was ripped, ragged, and blood slid down his face and into his eyes. He screamed, using brute force to fling away the girl back into the snow, the metallic taste of his own blood filling the mouth, wiping away the blood from a rip over his brow. She rebounded quickly and unleashing a volley of sharp, sleek throwing knives from slits in her gauntlet. The man deflected them with the plating of his arm and rushed the girl, pinning her to the tree and smashing her face with the iron greave. It hurt both, but part of the assassin's face was now bruised and torn. With a growl she kicked the man's knee, sending it to snap into a crooked position. He screamed in pain and barely stood as she pounced on him, clawing his eyes out, sticky, warm blood now covering the duration of his face. And once the man felt his arm snap lie a twig as she contorted it into a way not possible, he begged for mercy. And yet, the final crunch came with his neck, twisted to the side, his eyes bulging and his face still pained even as he died. She stood and rubbed her tender face, bruised and battered, coughing out a tooth for good measure and trudging away. ~~~ [u]Dojo Gates, Four Days Later[/u] The bruise that swallowed her face was now little more than a black eye as she wearily walked upwards, fighting the elements as she faced the raging blizzard, yet showing little of the burning that filled her legs and waist. At. the top of this hill, she shallowly exhaled in relief when the sign displaying the Dojo had shown. She strode towards the huge walls of lopsided stone, forming a heavy bastion atop the snow-capped mountain, seeking entrance into the haven for warriors, magicians, and creatures of all kinds. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]