[center]Well, it looks like it's time to bring this thing back from the dead. Let me just [i]dust off[/i] these cobwebs here... Ah, there we are! Good as new! It may have lost that [i]'new thread'[/i] smell, but I think it still has a kind of charming appeal to it. So, lets get to it, shall we?

Lately, I've decided to try and get back into the swing of writing. But I faced quite the conundrum; 'Where can I go to get some good ol' writing practice?' Oh, I know! How about I go back to the roleplaying website I posted in that one time over a year ago? Yeah, that's totally the answer! So, here I am. Below, I'll post a few ideas I've had over my role-playing career and see if they spark any interest. Or, alternatively, throw me your ideas and I'll give them a nice long read. Go on. Do it. Throw them at me. No? Alright then.


[hider=Brooke]

[i]Here, we have a role play centered around two or more private investigators, as they uncover the morbid and deranged secrets of a small, mid-western town, and the horrors that reside in its foundations. It still needs quite a bit of work, but there's something there.[/i]

The downpour hadn’t ceased all night, the dirt-trodden road almost liquid as the night sky released a torrent of rain upon the woodland. James leaned his back against mud drenched rented pick-up truck, bringing a cigarette to his pale lips. Thunder boomed overhead, and after trying and failing to light the cigarette, he flicked it to the ground and took his cell phone from his pocket. She answered almost immediately.
“Becky, call the cops. Tell them I’ve found the girl.” 
Becky sensed the grim tone coming down the line, knowing the answer to her question before she even spoke. “James, should I call her parents. Is she alive?”
He shot a grizzled look over the battered bush that sat at the edge of the lonesome road, his stomach churning at the sight of her mangled, mutilated body.
“Just get the cops out here. Mr and Mrs Wilson aren’t going to want to see this. Oh, and gather the team together,” He continued, moving to the seat of his car and letting the headlights brighten the morbid scene. “We’re not finished here.”

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[hider=Of Elves and Men]

[i]A role play I've tried out a few times, but never really gotten anywhere with. Centered in a world not unlike the hit book series A Song of Ice and Fire, this story features a former Witch-Hunter, left almost destitute years after the Witch Trials came to an end. Looking for one last shot at glory and redemption, he investigates an old ruin far in the deepest corners of the Kingdom, where tales of a lone surviving Witch seem to emanate. In reality, he stumbles upon a far rarer, and forgotten being; the first Elven being to be seen in thousands of years.[/i]

Nature had long since reclaimed the ruin, its grasp rooted into the crackled stone of the relic to times gone by. The narrow, dirt-trodden passage that snaked towards the entrance, surrounded on either side by the same dense nature, disappeared into darkness through the caved doorway, the fingers of vines and bed of moss ran tracing inside with it, fading into black. The stars above provided little light through the thick foliage, and only the torch guided their path from the whispers and eyes that watched from the wilderness, surely ready to engulf them were it to fade. Raylan placed one hand upon the aged stone of the ruin, the walls cold to the touch. It had been far too long since another living soul had entered this place, where the wardens of the dead stayed vigilant. All except one living soul who, Gods be good, still lurked the halls of the catacombs that riddled this place. Thrusting his hand into the cracked entrance and into the darkness, the warm glow lit the steep steps that lay before them, the end invisible, only leading to more darkness. If the tales held true, she would be awaiting them within this place, but whether they were prepared for her greeting was another question.
“Thom, leave the horses,” Raylan spoke, his eyes not leaving the abyss that awaited at the bottom of those shadowed stairs. “Let us meet this Witch.”


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