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  Black Clover RP
Posted by: RaeHavoc - March 22, 2019, 11:54:10 PM - No Replies

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  scar clan
Posted by: Halla - March 21, 2019, 06:26:49 PM - No Replies

“Sometimes the one who is running from the Life, Death, Life nature insists on thinking of love as a boon only. Yet love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase, one aspect of love, and enter another. Passion dies and is brought back. Pain is chased away and surfaces another time. To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many endings, and many many beginnings- all in the same relationship.”


-- two days after arriving in Gemini --

Halla groaned, scratching and rubbing at her functioning eye until it opened and squinted against harsh morning light filtering through her tent. She held up her hand to shield her face, her nose wrinkling in loathing. Oh, how she detested mornings. But at least she wasn't receiving a bucket full of ice water to the face as a morning wake-up call. She certainly didn't miss that. Rolling over, she pulled her blanket of bear fur taught over her face and sighed, her hands falling to rest gently between her knees as a soft but bitter breeze snuck its way under her shelter. It was strange how tired she still felt from her journey here. She had strictly been sleeping for two whole days. She left intermittently to relieve herself, say hello to Gaven groggily, and eat whatever food he had left for her. Then it was back to bed. Gaven was doubtlessly concerned for Halla, but she was glad to have space to recover and find the energy to get up when she felt like it.

Today was that day, unfortunately. Her eye opened once more and she sat up, releasing a deep rattling groan. She frowned as she simply stared at the flapping walls of the tent, eyes narrowing. She was still fairly spent, but she was sure she was more tired of laying in bed than anything else. In swift motions, she hoisted herself up and gathered her belongings, quickly threw on her bear fur, and exited the tent. Her vision blurred instantly, and she murmured and complained even more at the sun for making the world so bright. Urgh, maybe I should lay back down until after dark...

But she forced herself to have a seat by the fire and sit in the snow for a bit before deciding if she wished to retire back to the tent again. It was a decent day, surprisingly. A bit chilly, but not as bitter cold as the night she had arrived on Gemini's borders. Gaven wasn't around right now. She supposed he must be off hunting or doing ordinary weird elf man duties. Perhaps she should find him and ask to introduce her to the wolves. She shook her head, sighing. No, she wouldn't bother him, especially over something so silly. She was annoying enough as it is just being here. She had to prove she was at least useful. 

However, according to Halla's track record, she'd never fail to find a way to distract herself from that. She wandered away from camp, picking up loose twigs and long fallen branches. She figured gathering wood for the fire and to make a spear was a great way to stretch her legs, do something worthwhile and productive, while also surveying the territory. Her legs swung and her arms swayed the firewood to and fro as she strolled, humming a familiar tune. She wasn't quite sure where she was. The land looked different in the morning light, and much more pleasant to the eye. The sky was glowing a muted peach and lavender, and it cast a blanket of glittering beauty over the now melting snow. It wouldn't be long before it would become cold yet again and freeze the water into ice, making the ground less easier to walk on. Halla was known to slip up majorly at least a few times every winter. She smirked as she pranced down a slope to take rest at a little bubbling creek. She'd say this year would be different (like last year), but she already tripped on her way in so that boat has sailed yet again.

The red haired girl carefully, not carelessly, lowered the sticks and branches against a large stone so they would not roll into the water that gingerly rolled through the woods and gracefully took a seat above them. The soles of her feet climbed up and planted flat on the boulder and she knelt, practically perching, and sighed in a placid manner as she looked about. Moments like this came rare for the young one. It took a great deal of effort to bring herself this far, and that required constant diligence and awareness of her surroundings. But to simply perch and absorb the beauty of this place, all so new and waiting to be discovered-- it filled her heart with confidence and excitement. Now, she could finally--

snap.

Red hair sweeped around as her neck twisted at the sound, her one eye wide and darting from side to side. Her fingers instantly twitched and hovered over her knife that she kept tucked in its sheath on her hip. She lingered, weary to pull it out. Something told her that having it out would put her more at risk than just keeping still and holding her breath. Were there threats here that the elf never warned her of?

"Gaven? ... Is that you?" No answer. Only the whispering sounds of wind, and utter silence. 


ooc; will make this pretty later, please wait for me to post with ivaylo before posting

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  The Ocean Vale - A Supernatural Dragonriders RPG
Posted by: Guest - March 19, 2019, 10:58:49 PM - No Replies

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Magic is real.
Monsters are real.

The Inquisition seeks to rid Pern of the curse of magic.
They stand for a noble cause: a world where none fear the dark.

Ista Weyr seeks magic to save itself from the coming Pass.
They shelter all those that would perish in the light.

In the world of Ocean Vale, nothing is truly good or evil. Where do you stand?[/div]

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  Abstract Reality
Posted by: visitor - March 19, 2019, 08:58:17 AM - No Replies

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Roleplay Site with open IC leadership opportunities, group creation, etc.
You may play any kind of race/species, real, mythical, fandom, or original.
You may have any abilities you wish.
All plots can tie into the main lore and story, and new events may come of it.
No word count!  Bios are optional!
Creativity and freedom are encouraged!

Welcome to a place where everything you imagine can exist.  You have the chance to swing the tide of plots or significantly alter the world with the things you create.  Simple overarching lore unites differing ideas, giving unlikely characters a chance to meet.

Who will you side with?
Eokia: Pure divinity created the mystical continent of Eokia in the days of old, and what stands in the place of an escape for those under the oppressive thumb of anti-magic sentiment is a land brimming with activity and complexity.
Necropolis: An ever-expanding city stemming from the womb of a dark universe, ruled by a Lord of Darkness, who represent that which are alien, malignant, and crawl in the farthest reaches of reality.
Sanctuary: Bolstered by unfathomable technologies created by a shadowy government, the nation of Sanctuary is a safe haven built for the purpose of shielding humanity from knowledge of the horrors that lie both outside and within their walls.

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  Rp I'm new I don't even know
Posted by: Asriel - March 17, 2019, 10:02:13 PM - Replies (2)

  • Rp yeee

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  Quite a ways
Posted by: Barracuda - March 15, 2019, 02:00:59 PM - Replies (1)








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Winter’s icy grasp waned as it fought with springtide. The skies remained clouded over but the ground and the wildlife that wished to sprout from it was recovering. Once frozen, then soaked again and again from melting snowfall, made for a slow restoration. However, this moment was promising. Even in the hush of night, the weather behaved. Even temperatures, soft winds, and unfrozen waters gave way. Basking in this comfort she long missed was Barracuda, toiling away by a river’s edge. 


A shadowy spot in the soil marked where a hollowed branch once sat. Now clamped between tough yellow teeth, the dead wood slowly made its way towards sounds of rushing water. Barracuda struggled with its weight. Winter had changed some aspects of her life as it did for all others. Time in between meals had grown since her trapping had become less successful. She could not remember the last time she got on her paws and hunted something tooth and nail. Now she was reluctant to do so but figured she could establish traps elsewhere in hopes of a better outcome. Her jaws let loose of the branch when she came to the shores and her one eye peered down at the flowing river that was alive with freshwater fish. Examining the course of the water, she searched for something more relaxed. Further down and cast aside was a pool of sorts. Something more stationary for fish. Sauntering down to this spot she eyed it down once more before beginning to dig. Close to the water’s edge her paws quickly worked away the earth to create a deep hole that she would use to capture her next meal. Next, she would smooth down the soil between her deep-seated trap and the pool to channel water into it. Retrieving her branch she placed it where it saddled the in-between. Calm water from the pool coursed through its hollow body and dribbled into the trap. She refined the earth around the branch. If something decided to poke its way in now there would be no way out. 


Barracuda tiredly put herself on her haunches to take a breather. Surrounding her was vast temperate plains with scattered pines. The grounds wished to be ripe with mosses and ferns but needed more time to flourish. It stretched far within the distance, halting where mountains arose. She was used gazing out onto waters that touched the horizon. She felt familiar with coastlines and not so much areas like this one. To say the least, she was homesick. Far from the lands she had been raised and had come to gain mastery over. Be that as it may, she felt winter had forced her to move. Life had given her a new hand. There was good that could come from this change.





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  The Final Curtain (Entrance)
Posted by: Tavish - March 11, 2019, 01:11:30 PM - Replies (2)

With a defeated sigh the man sad huddled again a tree looking forlornly down his last, frayed piece of twine. There would be no more rabbit snares for him, and armed with little else than a few knives and the option to wrestle prey into submission Tavish knew how dire the situation was. It was a miracle entirely that he had survived this long in the first place. With little to no survival skills he had been thrust into a strange land alone, only armed with what remnants of the wreck he could salvage into his bag and on his back. But that had been months ago and supplies were running thin.

"Well. I made  good run, didn't I?" said Tavish to no one but himself. Winter looked to be receding until it decided to make one final entrance with blowing snow that started last night. It was dramatic, fitting for his end, "I fought til the very end. Was some god looking down on me all this time, helping me as I go?" He let out a sad, weak chuckle, "Helping? No. They must have kept me around as a play thing, a macabre toy to watch slowly bow to the elements. Why else would I end like this?"

Tavish pulled his cloak around himself as the wind rushed through the woods. For all the melodrama he had his points. The season left slim pickings in the wilds, especially for one who spent most of his life in the company of others, other that did most of the brunt of the survival work. He was thin and tired, a few more days like this and it could have very well been the end. But the man would be damned if he were to be completely forgotten. He climbed to his feet and took out a knife, setting into the tree with shaky diligence. Tavish was a fool to assume the people of this continent would understand the written word of his land, and even more a fool to think anyone would ever stumble across this specific tree in the middle of nowhere, let alone that any of him would remain after the scavengers picked him apart. But no one said a dying man's hopes were ever logical. He took a step back and examined his work with a half hearted smile.

Here likes Tavish Varo
Great actor
Great survivor
Cruelly torn from this world too soon

"OOOOOOOOHHHH!" Tavish wailed, dramatically flopping in front of his epitaph, arms spread out, opening his cloak for the cold to consume him quickly, "How unfair this is! Well I give in, death! Come and take me! And make quick work of it." He let out a little sob, not quiet as resigned to death as he'd like to believe, "and let someone remember...:

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  Thrillkill This Wolf [Rita BEHEADING]
Posted by: Akira. - March 09, 2019, 04:31:31 PM - No Replies

Ooc: Haha CLICKBAIT

Read this first pretty please!!

This is a retroactive thread that was meant to be up a while ago, but we were all just… busy, so so busy. It takes place before the party in Inaria, which means any member who went to said party can also post here. That includes the sharitas and other kids! I'm sure you'll all behave and not be terrible monsters.
 
We were going to make this a proper trial, but for the sake of time, since we already took so long, this is simply the verdict. Me and Rhiow discussed this stuff with Akante beforehand, so don’t worry about it messing up any plots.

Please let Akante post first, then you can have your characters come in to comment or say they were present. Bullets are fine too. There is no post order otherwise, and I’m probably not going to post again unless a character asks a question, or like one of you hooligans causes a SCENE.
 

“Rita.”

The king and queen sit together on a high stone. Behind them looms the castle, mossy and wrapped in thorny blue roses. Shade falls over the gathering, the breeze knocking the tree canopy back and forth. It’s a decent day in the last grip of Gemini’s brutal winter. Grass is rising from between patches of snow—a promise of better times ahead, or so they all hope.

Akira swishes her tail, a gesture wholly unwolf-like, and peers down at the former captain with a hawkish glint in her eyes.

“First, I would like to apologize for the miscommunication. I understand you believed you were barred in the cave where your mate is recovering. That was… not our intention. We hope you will enjoy the length of your freedom beyond its walls. The fields are quite lovely.”

She clears her throat, not out of embarrassment but because she’s trying not to *laugh*. Maybe it was some sort of karmic retribution on the smallest scale that such a tyrant would be subjected to something so humiliating.
 
“I would never pass forgiveness onto you for the people you have hurt. If they seek justice for the pains you inflicted on them, that is their prerogative, especially beyond our borders.
 
 Many of those sheltering in Gemini have done terrible things in their lives, and they are trying to better themselves. We support the idea of a second chance, if those around are also welcoming to the idea and no danger to our own people is present.
 
The queen and I offer you two choices.
 
One. You and your family may stay until your mate is recovered and your children are grown enough to travel safely. You will remain under supervision, but you will be granted additional freedoms if you prove yourself peaceful and helpful. Then, when you are prepared and healthy, you may leave without hinderance. We will not follow you.
 
Two. You and your family may stay and make this your home, provided you work to make amends. This will not be easy. We will work you hard, and any place among us will be earned. Prove you are a friend. Prove you want to be better. That is what we ask of you, should you choose to join us.
 
Tell us which you would prefer, and it shall be done.”

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  Your Dream Girl
Posted by: Brielle - March 09, 2019, 04:10:17 PM - Replies (1)



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So far, the two wolves met inside the borders of El Dorado... or Syn Cadrys, whatever this place was... Were interesting. The scarred doctor was a neat one, rough around the edges. Though, it was the sun kissed Illidan that caught her attention most. With his locks of beautiful dark hair, and how astonishingly gentle he seemed to be.

Tortuga has rarely produced kind souls with that level of innocence, little limping Zuriel had been the only one that sprang to mind. So of course, Brielle would seek out Illidan again sometime. She looked forward to their next interaction, tug him closer, her mind demanded.

Not today though, today she spent her morning wandering under the dawn-streaked sky. Gathering interesting looking flowers, plucking stones from the ground, cutting thin sticks from the ground and branches of thick bushes, the odd bird feather or two from the ground. Already possessing twine from previous packlands, woven into tight bundles around sticks.

When pleased with her haul, and how it was neatly tucked into her pouch, Brie wandered off to her den. Sprawling onto her new regular spot in dappled sunlight, a smooth plank of wood was set into the ground, where she emptied to stones, sticks, her bundle of twine, the feathers, and other items.

Here she tested a stick for it flexibility, pleased as she bent it slowly into a curve. Careful not to snap the thin twig, tying it as the ends met in a circle. Leaving it laying in a warm spot while she grabbed her twine, and unraveled a length. At this point Brie began to wrap the circle tightly with the twine, over and over and over...

She felt peaceful, working quietly on the project.



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  [entrance] New Day
Posted by: - Rook RP - - March 09, 2019, 06:25:00 AM - Replies (3)

Rook's eyes scanned the huge open area before him. One side of the valley seemed to rise up above the other and dark rocky crags poked out from the snow. There was good stone here for knapping. A glossy black material that snapped and flaked nicely when Rook had tapped away at it as a test. If he could find a large enough piece he could make a new axehead at least. The old flint blade tucked into his clothes was getting more fragile by the day. Although he was no expert Rook had made enough arrowheads in his time to know when one was going to snap instead of flake. 

The snow was a downside. Not nearly as thick as the winters he was used to, but still difficult to deal with. It would make finding green stuff to eat harder. Rook was already running low on plant based foods. He had always been a better hunter than a forager. Rook had managed to find a few squirrel larders to raid along his path and had a small bundle of rosehips hidden away under his coat but he hoped there were still some wintergreens to be found. Too much meat could make even the strongest hunter sick. 

Settling down at the tree line Rook began to dig a shallow indent in the snow. Hopefully if he could climb up into one of the trees once night fell to keep himself safe from any large predators in the area. Not to mention he could keep a watch on where the herbivores moved around. If he was willing to stay still for a while it might be a good idea to set up a few snares on the heavily trafficked paths. Once his little area was built up into a rough bowl shape Rook set about pulling what dry tinder he had from his pack. 

The fire would give off a whole lot of smoke since most of the wood was wet, but that was something Rook would just have to deal with for now. Better to be easily noticed than to be frozen. Keeping his bow slung around his chest made the hunter feel safer.

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