Hello. 

Before starting, I would just like to say that I have a general interest check titled [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5621558]Edward's Initial Check[/url]. There, you can find more information on myself and my writing. If you decide on wanting to contact me, I ask that you please read that first. But allow me to clarify three things upfront: I am looking for a woman to write the female protagonist in our story. Don't contact me if you are under the age of 25. If you do contact me, please do it by PM, not here. Thank you.

There is also an interest check which contains a different single story idea, and it is titled [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5623346]Edward's Second Single Item. She Wears Boots[/url]. So if this story is not entirely to your taste, I urge you to take a look at that one as well. 
 
Additionally, I have another interest check titled "Edward's List", which is comprised of a few plot ideas. Sadly, I'm about as happy with that list as finding a greasy hair in my sandwich, so I'm not going to bother linking that here. It's not that the plots on that list aren't valid, only that I feel my execution of the list was about as appealing as my undignified attempts to stop a certain someone from walking out on me. 

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[i]To whom it may concern,

I would like to take this self-arranged opportunity to mention that sharing a lot of plot ideas doesn't mean I lack responses from interested role players. Responses are rolling in fine. Sharing a lot of ideas doesn't mean that I plan on roleplaying all of them, either. I'm just sharing a lot for the sake of a broader scope of possibilities for potential writing partners. You could say that I'm expanding the search to see how it all whittles down. Finding a great writing partner to share in a great and lasting story is important to me. To that end, I'd be happy to rest on one or two great stories with one or two great writing partners.
  
That being so, please don't feel discouraged by any [i]pre-conceptions[/i] of things not working out. If you have any concerns about the possible results of contacting me, don't. I don't bite unless you're disguised as a giant block of chocolate, and I'm uncomfortable causing others discomfort. So, if you ask the question, then maybe you will find that there was never any need for concern. I guess what I'm trying to say to you is, please feel welcome.

Sincerely,
Ed[/i]

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[b][u]The Duo[/u][/b]

A medieval romance.

Back in the middle ages there was a large city located in one of the most terrifying and dreaded provinces in all the lands. All manner of depravity and filth festered and bled into every corner of its existence. The people there, both young and old, those of nobility, commoners and peasants, even the men of the cloth, had in some way or another been corrupted by its evil, like wickedness itself was a mass consciousness breeding in the loins of nearly every soul. 

One day, a day not particularly different to any other day, a young homeless woman was taken against her will by a gang of lowlife scum in an unspeakable, brutal act. Then, like so many before her, they left her for dead. The thing is, unlike so many before her, this woman didn't die. Yea, she lived, and in time her flesh healed, her bruises faded, all but scars remained upon her surface. Yet deep within herself the emotional and mental wounds had more difficulty healing. Bitterness gnawed, resentment swelled, and nothing short of vengeance could have cooled the anger that waxed hot in her veins. 

For her, there was but one resolve, one way to ever obtain solace, and that was to hunt down and punish the men who had done this to her. But by what manner was a young, single homeless woman meant to achieve such a grandiose task? Despite her pain, she was no fool, she'd require help, the sort of help that only a person with a specific set of skills in hunting men was endowed with. A sellsword, a mercenary, they went by various names, but the one thing they all had in common was that they all required payment for their dark deeds. Which naturally wrought the question; How was she to pay for such services? How was she to convince this type of man to track down a band of scum that may have long since scattered themselves across the land? It was quite the ask, especially from a woman with so little gold to pay.  

In the end, it came down to one man. Though most did not call him a man. He was the most dreaded of all. Feared by the most feared. A reputation of pure darkness manifest in the flesh. He was the one that caused evil to cower. The most notorious of all sellswords, and as it were, the one least likely to have given ear to the young woman's plea. It was he who she elicited the services of. And it was them, the duo, that set out to slay the filth of man. 

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If you wish to discuss this idea further, or any idea of yours or mine - or even just the prospect of any other idea at all, I look forward to chatting with you.

PM me.