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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 Talrae Reborn → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Willow


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









“No kidding. They just don’t give us a break.” Willow agreed with Holly. It was bullshit but they didn’t have much of a choice other than continue on. She felt the prickle of tears but she squashed that down. There would be time for that in a little bit. She smiled up at River as she passed, half heartedly swatting at the hand he mussed her hair with.

“I don’t imagine anyone is going to leave town. A few will probably get a head start on subclasses now that the rain let up.” Willow said, clearing the notification. Cecilia would definitely have made her way there and really, Willow should follow her lead but the last fight was brutal and she needed time to reset. “It’s probably a world monster we can kill at some point. Hopefully that means every storm doesn’t have this awful condition and if it really is this monster, we now know at least one of its mechanics so we can prepare.

“Tomorrow, we’ll all get together and figure out how we want to move forward. There is a lot to be done and there will hopefully be a Council meeting again soon on top of it.” Willow tapped her finger on the table as she thought. There were bound to be a lot of upset people, reasonably so, and it would probably give them an advantage if they could push through the next few days.

“But for tonight we should just relax. We sur-“ The word caught in her throat and she took a deep breath. “We won tonight. And that’s what we should focus on. We’re here with people we know and we like and that’s what will get us through all this. And planning and communication and everything else but it makes it that much easier.”

Anu swung by, balancing everything with the ease of experience and sliding everyone’s food in front of them.

“Make sure you let us know where your water is goin’ Mister or we’ll put it in a random room.” She reminded River and glanced at the other two. “And if you want to relax, I’d order hot bath water too. If ya have the time tomorrow, pick up some herb packets to soak in the water too. Makes a world of difference.” She turned as someone else called her over and she hurried away with a cheerful goodbye.
In Talrae Reborn → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Suddenly, the lightning ceases and the wind and the rain quiet down. A massive roar ripped across the town, buildings and trees shaking slightly in its wake, and the Static Charge debuff vanished. Just a light drizzle was left and you could see a few NPCs poking their heads out of windows and doors to check the damage.






The NPCs stilled for a moment as a mighty roar resounded in the Inn, holding for a few moments before sighing in relief, and resuming their duties. Anu nodded as she accepted the payments and rushed off to fill their orders. Nerile nodded at the calming storm outside.

“The Rathan’s a mighty beast full of lightning and fury. Always know when its here abouts when the storms so bad. Lurks in the rivers and comes out to feed on the Chitters and the Welkin and sometimes the big Maledoeons when the belly pains demand it.” Nerile shrugged as she took the coin and deposited eight room keys in front of him. They were all in poor condition, a bit dented and bent. Each one had a big wooden tag with a number between 1 and 8. “Let me know when you’re ready for the water and which room you want it in. Anu and Drash will bring it up. Fruit will be out in a half a shake.”

More people started meandering in once the storm let up and the bar slots filled up quickly, most people edging away from a great axe wielding guy at the end. He wore low grade armor and stared into the bar after ordering a cup of ale in a small voice.

“Don’t cause no trouble or I’ll haul you out myself.” Nervile warned him as she slammed down his cup, sloshing some of the ale onto the bar.

His name was red.






As Cecilia ran, feeling the wind whip around her as she pushed herself faster and faster against the odds, her static charge grew and grew and grew. She stepped onto the bridge just past the first watch tower on the edge of town and the heavens opened up. In a blinding flash of white, a deafening roar, and boiling heat, lightning arced between the clouds and struck.

Next to Cecelia.

Half a hair to the left and Cecilia would have been struck. The small “Evade!” notice popped up and the charge restarted. The air around her still boiled for half a moment before the wind and rain whisked it away and the sharp cold returned. Another flash of lighting in the distance and another…

No boom, no epic crash. Instead, a roar that shook the ground reverberated across the storm torn world and in the next flash of lightning, Cecilia could see it. A towering monster half submerged in the wide river the bridge spanned. A massive fin rose from it’s back with lightning dancing across it and the worst of the storm writhed above it. It let out another mighty roar and sank into the depths of the river. As it did, the storm lessened, the wind all but stilled and the rain slowed to a drizzle. The Static Charge notice vanished.

The Guild Hall was only a few minutes past the bridge, with nothing more than a little mud hampering the journey. Unlike the rest of the town, the Guild Hall was a towering building of marble and stone but various plants still climbed it’s surface. A towering double door would open as a Player approached it and inside was as elegant as it was on the outside. A long single hall ending in a few stairs, a chair, and a full sized window overlooking the story sea greeted all those who entered, a variety of doors on the left side leading further into the building while a long counter was on the right and a few NPCs sat behind them. Two NPCs however, Dracion and Rania, stood towards the left side and seemed to be discussing something serious despite Rania’s periodic chuckling.




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



Dracion watched with disbelief that turned into outright frustration as almost all of them stayed in his Arena. What was wrong with these brats? Dracion let out an irritated sigh and cleared his throat loudly.

“Take all this…” Dracion gestured at everyone before him. “And leave! Ye all gots one minute ‘fore I stop askin’ and start doin’!” As if to emphasize the point,he tapped the ground and a body sized hole opened next to him. A giggle escaped under Aine’s breath as she waved to Lilie and Aaron before rushing away to get the medications sent out.

The rest of the Arena was empty and silent, no one left in the stands. Even the mages who had protected the students while Dracion cleared the Arena departed moments after his command.



As Max and Eris left the Arena, whispers and startled gasps erupted around the pair. Various students watched the vampire as he sauntered across the campus, more than one shooting Max an envious look. More than one student worked up the courage to approach, asking for photos or an autograph and almost all of them mages. Most vampires had the common sense not to do that and actively stopped their mages from doing the same since it could be easily misconstrued as an insult.



In Aaron’s stately dash across campus, he’d notice is was still quiet since many of the last periods were still in session. A few people, either lucky to avoid classes this late or skipping, were headed towards the bus. He passed a pair of vampires gossiping along the way.

“Did you hear? The Noila minions are fucking up left and right apparently. The woman chortled. “Apparently the Knight of the Evening had to clean up the Starag mage’s mess and is being punished for it. Can’t fight or anything.”

“No kidding? Poor dude. They should just double punish the mage but I guess he’s too privileged for that huh?” The man shook his head. “Hope the Starag knows how lucky he is. Any other mage would have been ripped to pieces."
In Testing well everything! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum
Outside



Suddenly, the lightning ceases and the wind and the rain quiet down. A massive roar ripped across the town, buildings and trees shaking slightly in its wake, and the Static Charge debuff vanished.

Inn





The NPCs stilled for a moment as a mighty roar resounded in the Inn, holding for a few moments before sighing in relief, and resuming their duties. Anu nodded as he accepted the payments and rushed off to fill their orders. Nerile nodded at the calming storm outside.

“The Rathan’s a mighty beast full of lightning and fury. Always know when its here abouts when the storms so bad. Lurks in the rivers and comes out to feed on the Chitters and the Welkin and sometimes the big Maledoeons when its belly pains demand it.” Nerile shrugged as she took the coin and deposited eight room keys in front of him. They were all in poor condition, a bit dented and bent. Each one had a big wooden tag with a number between 1 and 8. “Let me know when you’re ready for the water and which room you want it in. Anu and Drash will bring it up. Fruit will be out in a jiffy.”

More people started meandering in once the storm let up and the bar filled up quickly, most people edging away from a great axe wielding guy at the end. He wore low grade armor and stared into the bar after ordering a cup of ale in a small voice.

“Don’t cause no trouble or I’ll haul you out myself.” Nervile warned him as she slammed down his cup, sloshing some of the ale onto the bar.

His name was red.

Guild Hall





As Cecilia ran, feeling the wind whip around her as she pushed herself faster and faster against the odds, her static charge grew and grew and grew. She stepped onto the bridge just past the first watch tower on the edge of town and the heavens opened up. In a blinding flash of white, a deafening roar, and boiling heat, lightning arced between the clouds and struck.

Next to Cecelia.

Half a hair to the left and Cecilia would have been struck. The small “Evade!” notice popped up and the charge restarted. The air around her still boiled for half a moment before the wind and rain whisked it away and the sharp cold returned. Another flash of lighting in the distance and another…

No boom, no epic crash. Instead, a roar that shook the ground reverberated across the storm torn world and in the next flash of lightning, Cecilia could see it. A towering monster half submerged in the wide river the bridge spanned. A massive fin rose from it’s back with lightning dancing across it and the worst of the storm writhed above it. It let out another mighty roar and sank into the depths of the river. As it did, the storm lessened, the wind all but stilled and the rain slowed to a drizzle. The Static Charge notice vanished.

The Guild Hall was only a few minutes past the bridge, with nothing more than a little mud hampering the journey. Unlike the rest of the town, the Guild Hall was a towering building of marble and stone but various plants still climbed it’s surface. A towering double door opened as a Player approached it and inside was as elegant as it was on the outside. A long single hall ending in a set of stairs and a full sized window overlooking the story sea greeted all those who entered, a variety of doors on the left side leading further into the building while a long counter was on the right and a few NPCs sat behind them. Two NPCs however, Dracion and Rania, stood towards the left side and seemed to be discussing something serious despite Rania’s periodic chuckling.




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

Interacting with: @WeepingLiberty


Damien eagerly accepted Dakota’s hand and pulled himself to his feet with a little hop at the end. He gave a concerned frown at the small gathering around a white haired girl but when she smiled, he shrugged and turned his attention back. He glanced over at Lucan for a moment and, not seeing any visual cues, shrugged, beaming at Kota.

“Hell yeah! I could go for as much sugar as I can get my hands on. He said excitedly, grinning. He felt all bubbly inside, making a friend at a class he thought would be a disaster, and was eager to take advantage of the mood to forget earlier in the evening. He wove his arm into Dakota's and pointed in front of them dramatically.

“Lead the way, oh great one! Mostly because I have no fucking idea where we are since I’ve only been here for a few hours! Damien tried and failed to drop his voice into a gravelly baritone and failed miserably as his voice cracked almost immediately. He cackled at it, entirely unconcerned, but started leading them out anyways.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
James Kingston



Location: The Warehouse (L5) → Outside the Warehouse
Skills: N/A



James stared at the fire currently eating away at the building, giving Tome an exasperated look and wincing at Casper’s yelp. That couldn’t have felt good. Maybe now it was more serious, James could treat it. He turned back to the guard who addressed him and he hesitated a moment. He felt obligated to some extent to help the guy but this was a survival of the fittest situation and James needed to patch up the Morlock electrical systems. But it was partially his fault the guy was down and obviously the other guard didn’t want to come back for him. If he left him, the other guy probably would though.

But… James looked up at the ceiling and back down at the guard. He should have time to do both if everything works out okay. He grabbed the other guard and pulled him outside, leaving him with the others. He waved goodbye before dashing back in, fully prepared to have to leap into the portal to make it.


Requiem



Location: Frost International HQ
Skills: N/A


Requiem raised his eyebrows at the comments but kept his smile firmly in place, leaving with a tip of his head and a thanks. He kept his hand on Jinx’s back, eyes roving over the set up. They’d need to gain access to the security footage and the scanning records for that night. Requiem wouldn’t be surprised if there was a system error that night or deleted portions but it never hurt to be thorough. Requiem leaned into Jinx, turning his head in towards the man to hide his lips.

“Since you’ve managed to establish a connection with the guard, why don’t you try and find where they keep the footage records? And lift the gaurd’s badge if we need it.” Requiem suggested quietly. It may take a while to figure out exactly which level they kept the sentinel on. Neither of them thought to ask and the floor directory didn’t exactly scream “Sentinel kept here”. Working on two ends of this simultaneously would cut their investigation time down immensely.
In The Fallen Goddess - A Journey of Heroes → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Beatrix watched and waited, shield held protectively in front of her and hand on her pommel. She’d moved out with the rest of the group, making sure her light fell on them through the movement, and watched with narrowed eyes as it laughed. Or somethings did. Her eyes darted around the field, looking for anything that would give a clue to what was happening. The bolt now consuming the house was rather unappealing and she had no interest in surrendering her troops to this abomination. She watched carefully as the ice and water creature slammed against the monster. Curious. It hadn’t been worried about the bolt before so what about this was so different? Ice? Water?

Magic.

Fight fire with fire. An abhorrent saying of the other races, willing to concede their values to worsening horrors for the value of temporary victory. What good is evil even when it provides for the greater good? But philosophising aside, it seemed the creature’s “heart”, for lack of a better term, was unnaturally hard so perhaps magic was the only thing that had an opportunity to destroy it. And what better magic did they have than a Goddess blessed blade?

Beartix took a deep breath, glanced at the party, and nodded resolutely. She drew Gryphon, the crystal clear sound of its blade singing as it hit the cold air, and winked at the Butcher. She threw S’vennia a determined look, glanced at the Blade of Ruin, and tilted her head at the beast before turning back to face the creature and grinned, laughing loudly.

“If its a dance you want, tis a dance you shall have! Lets see if we can keep you occupied for a while! And I think our tune will be cover fire, no?” Beatrix taunted brazenly before she charged, shield high and blade ready. “For all who came before us and for all who march with us still!” Her blade matched her shield, sheathed in a shimmering white light.

She dug her heel into the ground and, instead of swinging at the beast, turned the other direction to leave her armored back open for a strike as the tip of her blade swing behind her and up towards the creature’s face. The move would frame its chest perfectly and hopefully the glow of the magical enhancement would keep it blinded long enough for a follow up strike.
In Talrae Reborn → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Willow


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









Willow did not appreciate this Static Charge nonsense. Not even five minutes after a fight that left them on the brink of death and the game slams them with another mechanic? Sure, they technically could reduce each other past 1 HP in town but what about world mechanics. Willow would appreciate a damn break for at least the trip to an inn but apparently the game devs hated them. Well, that was already obvious. She switched weapons when she paused next, pulling out the staff to try something.

“Cleanse Magic.” Willow murmured wearily as she stepped back out to build the charge, curious to see if it would work. The white shimmer enveloped her and vanished, taking the static debuff with it but a few seconds later, the static charge reappeared. Willow grumbled about terrible game design and flawed game devs the entire way to the inn. Stomping in, she noted River at the bar but chose a table instead so other members of the guild could take a seat. She waved down the enthusiastic waitress and returned her grin with a weary smile.

“Welcome in! You look like a drowned Chitter.” Anu giggled, wiping down the table with a rag from her apron. “Whatcha need to get back on your feet? I’d recommend so good old fashion Wekke Ale. Has a bit of a burn that'll spruce your right up!” Willow gave a tired chuckle.

“Perfect. That and the stew with a bit of bread please.” Willow asked, forking over the 11 copper it cost.


Summary:
  • Attempts to remove Static Charge
  • Takes a table
  • Spends 11 copper on Stew, Bread, and Ale

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

Interacting with: @Obscene Symphony


The trip from the Arena to the dorm took the vampire no time at all, not wasting a moment as he rushed back. Their little outing may last a bit longer than he originally anticipated, considering the last minute invitation he issued, and he wanted to get the ink dry on at least a few requests for his Chaend event before he fed. He glanced at his phone when it buzzed and he clicked it away just as quickly. The girl’s vampire would likely be thanking the Astorio for treating her that way rather than kick up any fuss. If Varis was a lesser vampire, he wouldn’t want to cross the brutes but he wasn’t a lesser one now was he.

He purposely left the dorm unlocked, not wanting to be bothered before feeding, and shut the study door. He laid out two pages―completely blank because lined pages looked horrendous for formal invitations―and pulled out several ink bottles. He considered each one in turn before putting back most of them, only leaving out a deep green, a bright silver, and Love Red. Varis rolled his eyes at the name before peeling it carefully off. It was the shade of red, perfect for writing scathing criticisms and elegant invitations all in one. If only it hadn’t such an awful name. Love Red. Just thinking the name made him scoff. Maybe he would purchase the rights to the ink and change it. Varis Red had a nice ring to it.

His first invitation was to Eris’s recommendation. Despite his own personal reservations, the pair’s name brought along with it a number of accolades and those accolades brought the type of vampires he wanted to attract. He sighed as he pulled out calligraphy pens and set to work, gently gliding over the paper as he explained what he’d need and when he’d need it by and expressed an interest in a personal meeting to discuss further details. He lost himself in the work, tongue poking out as he concentrated on the silver designs on the edge of the page. Varis may be many things but lazy was not one of them and he’d dance in the noontime sun before he used printed stationery designs.

“Master, is there anything you’d like from me before I shower?”

Varis jolted at the knocking, hissing irritably as he barely managed to avoid knocking over the now nameless red ink. His eyes darkened but he refrained from stomping over and throwing open the door just to slam it in the dunce’s face. Obviously he didn't want anything. He wanted blood and he wanted it sooner rather than later. One would think that if Varis’s feeding plans were interrupted earlier and he hadn’t had an opportunity to drink since, the boy would connect the dots and hurry up. Instead Varis sighed loudly and then returned to his work, taking a few moments to finish a sentence before responding.

“Only for you to find something other than hot air between your ears.” Varis snapped through the door, continuing to work with a roll of his eyes. “Actually just shower. Eris and whatever poor, pathetic mage assigned to him will be joining us and I don’t want to keep them waiting for the next decade. Unless you'd care for my guidance again.”
In Of Blood and Magic → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Interacting with: N/A


Varis watched with mild interest as the neanderthals began, divided between Dracion and Lucan. He ignore the insignificant ones―after noting Eris seeming to enjoy himself in his typical over enthusiastic way―and focused on the training the boy was involved in. Varis scoffed as he squared off against the Astorio brute. It was clear the boy was barely ahead of the head hunter, the pair sweeping around their portion of the arena with little reserve, until a hit landed and the boy needed a moment. And then the Count was done playing. He had the boy in a few seconds as Varis watched and then it seemed like nothing was happening. He sharpened his vision, a little intrigued, and he saw a very familiar expression. Varis scowled, annoyed someone else put panic on his face and he had half a mind to march down there and give the brute an absolute tongue lashing. Instead he would save the annoyance for later. It was the boy’s fault for not composing himself better after all.

The white haired runt was up next once the brute gave Aaron his leave. An odd thing that. Varis was fully expecting the Starag to need an infirmary after but the Count must have been feeling merciful. No matter. The white haired floozy seemed to square off against Victor but lasted even less than the Starag. She was in the “experienced” group after that performance? Dracion must be a tad touched. And Victor only confirmed his opinion by launching her across the arena. A harsh lesson in the realities of her failures was always appreciated.

Varis’s eyebrows shot up as Dracion sent the vampire plummeting. How blatantly disrespectful. Had the Astorio been anyone of import than Varis would have been all too pleased to throw it in the Noila’s face how disrespectful and rude their mages were but victor wasn't even worth a little fun. He pulled out his phone as Dracion boomed the class’s early dismissal. Probably so he can chasitize the Astorio with some degree of privacy. He shot off a text to Aaron; the early dismissal meant they could complete their task earlier, not gawk around at worthless girls, and Varis fully intended to capitalize on it. After a moment, he sent a reminder to Eris and swept out of the Arena and back to the dorm.




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