I'll be going to sleep in a couple of hours. In the coming week, I'll be busy, so my time to RP will be limited to each evening (which would start from around two hours ago to until I log off tonight).
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Seeya next week, Guild. Signing off.
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Merry Christmas
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8 yrs ago
Elder Scrolls RP, now with the Creation Club!
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8 yrs ago
It's happening again. I have been visited by a soviet mad scientist, a king, a penguin prince of darkness, a house plant god thing, a mystical ancient member, a tired reaper (thank god) + a greeting.
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8 yrs ago
For the same reason Rome 2 was attacked by thousands of players who don't know what they're talking about. lleeeeeeemmmmings
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Whattr' you stairin' at.
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The guard stared at the couple, not wishing to let them pass but keeping an eye on the monstrosity ahead of them. In particular, they heard noises coming from the bag - noises that were human.
One man came forward, who apparently was the leader. He addressed the more human looking of the two, Artholath.
“We need to check your bag, but call off that… thing or we will be forced to attack.” he emphasised by waving at the dozen or so guards behind him.
Artholath looked at them in amusement. “I very highly doubt that you wish to stop us. Simply let us pass and there will be no dispute.
The guard’s face turned cold. “We are representatives of the king around here! Call off your hound and give us the bag!” he gripped his spear and signalled for the others to be ready.
Artholath frowned. They obviously did not get it. No matter, there was nobody around to hear the guard...
“Then it appears you leave me no choice.” Raising his hands in front of him, his eyes turned an icy blue and a wide stream of icicles came forth, striking all but four of the guard and killing the rest instantly. The few guard that remained ran with their shields above their heads. Let them run…
Nah.
He shot another steam at the fleeing survivors and killed the rest.
One man came forward, who apparently was the leader. He addressed the more human looking of the two, Artholath.
“We need to check your bag, but call off that… thing or we will be forced to attack.” he emphasised by waving at the dozen or so guards behind him.
Artholath looked at them in amusement. “I very highly doubt that you wish to stop us. Simply let us pass and there will be no dispute.
The guard’s face turned cold. “We are representatives of the king around here! Call off your hound and give us the bag!” he gripped his spear and signalled for the others to be ready.
Artholath frowned. They obviously did not get it. No matter, there was nobody around to hear the guard...
“Then it appears you leave me no choice.” Raising his hands in front of him, his eyes turned an icy blue and a wide stream of icicles came forth, striking all but four of the guard and killing the rest instantly. The few guard that remained ran with their shields above their heads. Let them run…
Nah.
He shot another steam at the fleeing survivors and killed the rest.
Oh, I was waiting for you to continue the bit with the guards :P I'll get on it then...
I would be sad if the soviet character and driving force of the roleplay left on us...
I would be extremely surprised if you couldn't.
Don't worry, you will simply become another one of us sheep roleplayers when you hop in :) No newb initiation required.
"A positive way of looking at it." Desalith clanked his jug with the others.
He started to wonder about where Celeste was at - everyone else was here. Uninvited thoughts still brooded at the back of his mind, but he once again cleared them. He gazed at the setting sun in the sky.
He started to wonder about where Celeste was at - everyone else was here. Uninvited thoughts still brooded at the back of his mind, but he once again cleared them. He gazed at the setting sun in the sky.
Doctor would like to meet you...
Artholath was now certain that he had run into the best of luck he has had for hundreds of years. His target was now coming to him.
“Then by all means, take me to the Doctor.” he said smiling, ready to follow.
Artholath was now certain that he had run into the best of luck he has had for hundreds of years. His target was now coming to him.
“Then by all means, take me to the Doctor.” he said smiling, ready to follow.
Artholath heard almost thundering footsteps behind him. Looking back, he saw a tall, lumbering being that was hardly a man - its height was a bit taller than any normal humans and it boasted an appearance that was certainly out of the ordinary. Although wishing to continue his quest, Artholath was more than a little curious as to this strange new arrival.
This isn’t the assistant, obviously… but is this the other one?
He kept good tabs on what was going on, especially when it came to unnatural creations such as necromancy, demons, and the works of Steinburg. It was entirely possible that this was the other creation that he had heard about. Although he would have preferred to make contact with the servant, this could be a lead that would be unwise to lose.
“Greetings, friend.” he said with a little caution, for he had heard of the potential destruction that what he suspected to be Steinburg’s creation could cause. He noticed the noises coming out of the bag and deduced that was probably where those screams originated...
This isn’t the assistant, obviously… but is this the other one?
He kept good tabs on what was going on, especially when it came to unnatural creations such as necromancy, demons, and the works of Steinburg. It was entirely possible that this was the other creation that he had heard about. Although he would have preferred to make contact with the servant, this could be a lead that would be unwise to lose.
“Greetings, friend.” he said with a little caution, for he had heard of the potential destruction that what he suspected to be Steinburg’s creation could cause. He noticed the noises coming out of the bag and deduced that was probably where those screams originated...
Crap...
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