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10 yrs ago
So tired, sleep why do you spurn me?!
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Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.

Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!

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In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
James Kingston



Location: The Quinjet
Skills: N/A



James experienced plenty in life. Between his job with the Red Guard and his civilian life back at home, he felt well rounded with an excellent life to work ratio. A kidnapping, an assassination followed up with a pleasant Sunday chatting with a few regulars was the perfect week. Picking out a new roast for his grinder at home and then fixing up the other members of the team was something he expected of an average work week.

But nothing could prepare him to be shunted out of his body. He almost vomited from the shock of it, after feeling like his breath was snatched from him, and he just gaped at his own body for a few moments, mouth opening and closing several times as he floated around himself. It was strange, knowing he was… well he didn’t know where he was but he seemed to be here but also there. It was incredibly confusing but the shaking―again, visual cues only were oddly disorienting―caught his attention, as well as the discussion about blasting the Hulk. He glared at Michelle as she caterwauled.

“Of course. Hit the pissed off thing. That’ll work. James scoffed as he reclined next to his own body. Maybe he should thank the human for doing this. His feet were awfully cold before. “Don’t think about why the Hulk is pissed and definitely don’t try and use that to direct the anger. Why prove to the Hulk that Lance has the situation in hand, that he isn’t in danger from any one but the Hulk? Point the beast to a few expandable people to work off some steam and poof anger reduced. Of course, Logan’s gone at it with the Hulk before so maybe that won’t work if the big green monster recognises him.” James just rolled his eyes. “Either way, this should be fun to watch. Too bad I won’t be there to peel them off the sidewalk this time.”
In Talrae Reborn → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



The Tipsy Troodon was on the far edge of the town, down the muddy road past vine covered buildings and a variety of trees interspersed between the buildings. It was difficult to catch sight through the storm but some lightning flashes showcased a sprawling market, mostly stalls shuttered against the storm, as they hurried past and individual homes across from it. As the few who braved the storm pushed on, they’d notice a small ball of electricity floating around them that continued to expand. A status icon called “Static Charge” appeared and a player near Cecilia was suddenly struck by lightning after the orb grew to the size of his head. A few seconds later, a few more players were struck, most of their health disappearing as the wind snatched their strangled cries from their throats.

A quick duck into a door frame almost immediately dispelled the effect but drastically slowed their movement. Eventually, they made it to their destination: The Tipsy Troodon a flapping wooden sign declared. The few stairs up to the building’s porch could be heard over the storm as they protested under the weight of any adventurer. Several rocking chairs laid on their side, obviously forgotten before the storm.



The inside was rather small, only five or six round tables scattered around, and the bar stools had seen better days. The bar itself had long gashes cut into it and chunks and bits missing around the sides. A few pictures hung askew around the otherwise plant filed walls, a variety of flowers decorating the creeping vines, and more than one pot collected the drips that leaked through patches in the ceiling.

“What are you foolish creatures doin’ outside when the Rathan is lurking here abouts?” An older woman snapped form behind the bar, glaring at travelers that let the rain in for even a moment. “Even those bothrian know better! ‘Ey girl, we have company!” The woman, name tagged as Nerile, shouted back into a door behind the bar. A brief clanging could be heard and a young woman, tagged Anu, came dashing out, a bright smile on her face as she zipped around and welcomed the adventurers in out of the storm while taking orders for drinks and food. She frequently pointed to the sign above the bar, where it listed options and prices. Nerile gave a fond huff as the younger woman scurried about before she turned her attention to River, casting a critical eye over him.

“You look like a drowned Chitter. Nerile commented bluntly as she cleaned out a glass with a not so clean piece of cloth. “Whatcha havin’?









In Testing well everything! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum



The Tipsy Troodon was on the far edge of the town, down the muddy road past vine covered buildings and a variety of trees interspersed between the buildings. It was difficult to catch sight through the storm but some lightning flashes showcased a sprawling market, mostly stalls shuttered against the storm, as they hurried past and individual homes across from it. As the few who braved the storm pushed on, they’d notice a small ball of electricity floating around them that continued to expand. A status icon called “Static Charge” appeared and a player near Cecilia was suddenly struck by lightning after the orb grew to the size of his head. A few seconds later, a few more players were struck, most of their health disappearing as the wind snatched their strangled cries from their throats.

A quick duck into a door frame almost immediately dispelled the effect but drastically slowed their movement. Eventually, they made it to their destination: The Tipsy Troodon a flapping wooden sign declared. The few stairs up to the building’s porch could be heard over the storm as they protested under the weight of any adventurer. A few rocking chairs laid on their side, obviously forgotten before the storm.



The inside was rather small, only five or six round tables scattered around, and the bar stools had seen better days. The bar itself had long gashes cut into it and chunks and bits missing around the sides. A few pictures hung askew around the otherwise plant filed walls, a variety of flowers decorating the creeping vines, and more than one pot collected the drips that leaked through patches in the ceiling.

“What are you foolish creatures doin’ outside when the Rathan is lurking here 'bouts?” An older woman snapped form behind the bar, glaring at travelers that let the rain in for even a moment. “Even those bothrian know better! ‘Ey girl, we have company!” The woman, name tagged as Nerile, shouted back into a door behind the bar. A brief clanging could be heard and a young woman, tagged Anu, came dashing out, a bright smile on her face as she zipped around and welcomed the adventurers in out of the storm while taking orders for drinks and food. She frequently pointed to the sign above the bar, where it listed options and prices. Nerile gave a fond huff as the younger woman scurried about before she turned her attention to River, casting a critical eye over him.

“You look like a drowned Chitter. Nerile commented bluntly as she cleaned out a glass with a not so clean piece of cloth. “Whatcha havin’?








In Of Blood and Magic → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Dracion paced the inexperienced sparring partners, throwing Eris an appraising look as he fought Amaris and Joryldin, but he continued past them after a few long moments and watched Salem and Cassandra. He blinked quizzically as Salem dragged his foot around the pair in some sort of circle. It looked like he was trying to draw a ring but since he removed all the sand earlier, there wasn't anything to mark a circle with. He watched the pair with mild concern but when they seemed to shrug off the face kick, he moved on again. Not that he needed much prompting when the laughter caught his attention and his last two students were rolling around on the ground doing who knows what. He caught a flash of fingers in the nose and spit flying as the laughter got louder and he stomped over towards the pair, intent on breaking the children apart when he heard it.

The Astorio mentioned paying for something.

Dracion whipped around, blade ringing as it leapt into his hand. He turned just in time to catch Victor launching the white haired girl like a rag doll across his Arena. Everything happened too quickly for his mortal reflexes―the exact reason why he put the Bordeleaux in charge of that group―but he could shut this down before it went any farther. Fucking Astorios.

A booming crack echoed through the Arena and every stone rod turned to sand as three massive slabs of stone whipped up from the Arena floor and slammed into Victor. The sand quickly followed, swarming the stone coffin and solidifying almost instantly before the Arena floor surged up and swallowed the trapped noble, dragging him down beneath the surface. The remaining sand settled into the resulting hole and harden, sealing the Astorio away. Dracion tapped on the ground with his blade, a grumbled, “Just ten feet more” accompanied by a slight rumbling beneath the ground as he shifted the Astorio further into the foundations.

“Medic!” Dracion barked as he sheathed his blade, marching over to Lilie and checking her for any visible breaks or cuts. A green robed mage, brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and worry clearly etched into her face, rushed over to Lilie. A familiar face looked down over the water mage, the mousy life mage from her Affinity class. Dracion, satisfied with his cursory inspection, stood and turned to the Arena. “Consendo.” He murmured with a tap to his throat and then his voice boomed across the Arena.

“Arena is closed until the end of class. Get yer butts outta here, now.” He barked, eyeing the students in the stands. Several red robed students stood in the stands and ushered others out of the stands. He tapped his throat again.

“Class is over. Ye are dismissed. Same time tomorrow.” Dracion snapped at the inexperienced group as his voice returned to normal, shooing them out with a wave of his hand. He turned his attention on the experienced mages, his expression softening. “Yer also dismissed once Aine here clears ye. And ye.” Dracion whirled on Lucan, furious again. “One warning, Bordeleaux. Yer not an idiot and ye ain’t slow. Ye shoulda seen that comin’ a mile away. The fact I approved the Princess’s request is simply because of that exact problem. Next time, ye’ll stop that crap if it happens. Any injury can be twisted against their Royal Highnesses and I’ll be damned and dead before I let that happen in my Arena. Wait for them to be cleared and you’ll escort them out. And then I’ll deal with this one.” He tapped his foot on the ground where he buried Victor.

Meanwhile, soft green light pulsed from Aine’s hands as she set to work over Lilie. It was warm and numbing, soothing away the pain as Aine hummed a soft lullaby. It was an unconscious trait; Aine was far more used to working in the infirmary where she would lull her patients into a deep sleep first and she found humming while working often helped get her patients where she needed them.

“Hello again.” Aine said cheerfully as the light seeped into Lilie’s skin. It whispered underneath the skin, pooling in her hip and in her shoulder as it eased away the aches. “Not the best circumstances but still nice to see you. Bit of a brute isn’t he? But you took that pretty well all things considered. Some swelling it feels like so you’ll be sore for the next few days at least. I’ll take care of the worst of it but can’t have you developing dependence on life magic. I’ll have something sent to your dorm from the infirmary for the pain. Swimming or a bath every night will help as well.” The light faded from Lilie and Aine gave a comforting pat on her arm. She looked up at Aaron next.

“I didn’t see what happened with your fight but let me check you over just in case.” She let her fingers settle on his wrist and that same light danced across his skin, sinking into his skin where Victor landed a punch and following his veins into his head and behind his eyes. The aching eased away under her ministrations but it faded much quicker.

“You’re a bit more used to this huh?” Aine commented as she stood, brushing her robes off. “I’m sure you know how to handle yourself but I’ll have a painkiller sent your way as well. Can’t use quite as much magic with you.” She gave him an apologetic smile. “But otherwise, you both check out fine! Nothing broken or missing so you’re free to go! If you have any issues though, you can always stop by the infirmary. One of us is always available for you.”
In The Gifted - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
James Kingston



Location: The Warehouse (K9-> L5)
Skills: N/A



James nodded at Blink’s response. It was true that running downstairs would take extra time and if the driver said no, James wasn’t about to argue. And as if some twist of fate wanted to drive the point home, three guards walked in. James was lucky enough to catch their attention.

He considered his options carefully and decided distracting was probably the best option. He raised his hands and turned slowly, moving carefully around the table before stopping. He didn’t bother sparing the group a glance, instead concentrating on keeping a conversation.

“Well, fancy meeting you here. Though I suppose it was only a matter of time but still, I feel like you moved way too fast for your normal days. Extra boring shift?” James asked cheerfully, spitting out whatever came to mind. ”Don’t suppose you could look the other way huh? Just need to grab some field poles from downstairs, you know?”



Requiem



Location: Frost International HQ
Skills: Auditory Hypnosis


Requiem watched Jinx as he stomped into Frost’s HQ. Nothing like boiling anger to make a scene. Requiem counted as the seconds ticked by, watching to see if anyone reacted to Jinx’s presence. A blip form his cellphone interrupted him―not that he saw anything anyway―and he hummed non committedly. He stayed there a few more moments before making his way across the street, considering how they wanted to handle this.

Security would likely log their entrance, considering they didn’t have an appointment, and whoever wanted to keep this under wraps would probably be monitoring this. They could announce themselves, see if anything pings in the system or if any of security follows up with a third party, and follow that line. Or they could get in without a ping and keep their investigation focused on the floor that held the lost project.

Requiem entered the building and he deliberately slowled himself, counting a second or two between the click of his cane as he looked around the lobby. He noted the entrance and stepped up next to Jinx, settling his hand on the small of the disaster’s back and pressing light, guiding him towards the security desk.

“You know you can’t run ahead of me like that darling. I can’t walk for very long before I get tired. Requiem let fond exasperation color his voice as he spoke to Jinx, turning to the security officers. “Spouses. What do you do with them? Can’t live with them, can’t live without them but I wouldn’t have it any other way. He said with a chuckle. “We have some business to attend to in the building. It shouldn’t be a problem to let us pass without any issues.”

The guard gave Requiem an unimpressed look which he returned with a calm smile though it twitched a moment when Jinx caught him with a light nudge of the shoulder. “Really, it shouldn't be a problem to let us pass." He kept himself calm and collected outwardly even though it was quite annoying that even with the disaster's assistance, the guard proved resistant to his methods, instead pulling out the pass Shaw had provided them with.
In Talrae Reborn → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
James Kingston



Location: The Quinjet - Sydney, Australia
Skills: N/A



James sighed as he hung up, powering the phone down and slipping into his pocket. This complicated things but the second they decided to wing it, the Hulk was practically a guarantee. Now they just had to run some sort of damage control since he was headed for them rather than some place in the city. This is why working a plan is always better than winging it. He eyed Lance thoughtfully.

“Anyone know the vertical jump capacity of the Hulk? IF we can make sure he takes the Quinjet down just the right way, maybe we can force him to kill his son here and cripple the Jekyll. Make it easier for the next team.” James mused. “Unless Lance here knows how to calm the beast. There has to be a way that Banner kept the Hulk under control for the past decade and maybe Lance is the key.”

In Talrae Reborn → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Willow


Health: 2700/2700
Mana: 3550/3550(+450)









Willow squinted against the harsh lightning, striking moments after her passive cleared the shadows from her vision. Willow was exhausted, sore, and, now, shivering. She grumbled at the absurdity of the transition. Why couldn’t they have a moment to recover, to look around and find their group? Especially with the Friends List glitch. Sadistic game devs.

Willow checked the message River sent out with a huff. She had been planning to check out the Verdant. She didn’t know what kind of shelter it was but at least it sounded pleasant but River made a point. Not too many would make the trip that far at this time and in this weather. It didn’t matter too much anyways. She needed time to decompress and analyze. That fight was brutal and the Players’ coordination was a disaster.

Willow hurried off into the night, vision unimpaired by the lack of light. She needed to get a list of concerns together for Karuu to present at the next meeting of the guilds, maybe do a little painting before then. It would be nice. From what details she could make out, the place seemed covered in plants. A nice landscape fo here would be relaxing tomorrow and then she could poke around about getting Runechanter unlocked.

Willow paused for a moment. Well, maybe focus on buying the rest of the Body list first and then Runechanter. She shook her head and continued on. So much t do, so little time. Getting out of the rain should be her first priority.


Summary:

  • Night Vision Triggers
  • Heads to the Tipsy Troodon

In Talrae Reborn → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay






In Talrae Reborn → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Everything went still. Spells and actions still triggered across the field, fewer and fewer and fewer, until finally everyone came to the realization the nightmare was over. There was stillness for a few moments before the next cacophony exploded―a sigh of relief, a chorus of screamings, and the ramblings of the confused as people counted their friends among the living and the dead. Some were hysterical, others grateful, and others openly wept as their rewards tab opened but their Friends List thinned, reinforcing their new reality.

The battlefield fell silent as a new light commanded attention, pulsing from a door dominating the skyline. Ornate designs swirled along its wooden surface, golden foliage and silver insects shifted and flowed over crumbling ruins. A winged lancer gazed down upon the world depicted and spears of gold spun around her. Armano swept through the players, an irritable healer following him as his health ticked upwards, and took a moment to look at the door. He scanned the players nearby and, with a resolute nod, knocked lightly on the door. The sound boomed like a gong across the world.



The winged figurer drove her lance down the middle of the door and a line of brilliant light followed her, spreading outwards until the door shattered and an open portal to the next level remained. Lightning flashed and thunder crashed through the opening. The brief flashes of light revealed a muddy road, lined with greenery covered buildings and dark figures rushing between them. Little more could be made out in the dark of the thunder storm.

As the portal opened fully, a series of pop ups appeared in front of every player in the room.

Foglands Unlocked. Reliquia Map Unlocked.


Severe Weather Alert. 
Find Shelter Immediately.
Inns Available: River Run Inn, The Verdant, The Tipsy Troodon


The portal stretched, growing until the battlefield vanished and the players stood in the pouring rain. The wind howled and tore at the players, carrying the harsh scent of salt, and hundreds of little dings resonnated under the storm, the Chilled status debuff suddenly in effect. Lightning slammed into the mud next to them, the sudden flash of heat sending scattering. Players bolted towards the listed Inns, both the Verdant and River Run nearby while it seemed The Tipsy Troodon was a bit of a walk down the road.
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