BunniesOfDoom

Lonesome Dove // Need a Hero Rp Group

You might find this one nice! I have a girl with a split personality caused cause of abuse and trauma. So it can get a bit dark!

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To Hold Back The Dark

I'll drop a character sheet tonight! It *is* the start of the work week for me so I'll probably start playing at least by sunday if anything tho!

EDIT: okay maybe not tonight, got stuck makin dinner for two hours haha - i'll try for tomorrow!!

@Amatiramisu

No worries! Take however long you may need! I can't wait to see what you come up with!

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Yall are stroking my ego too much! Keel it up and I'll get a big head lol.

@EvilDark
Maybe one day I'll share some of my stories with you lol. If I can bring myself to look at them again xD

Blackguards of The Moonsea

A squirrel wasn’t exactly a succulent meal. Arloke could carry larger prey but she wondered if he either couldn’t find it or went with the easier prey so he could return home to his newly constructed nest. While he was out and hunting, Serphia took it upon herself to build a tiny fire. They were in a barn full of hay and dried grass. If she made a fire too large, it would consume the barn and thus them. So she cleared a large area of any hay or flammable items before making a small flame they could use to at least cook whatever the spider brought back for them. Upon Alroke’s return, Serphia quickly got to work on butchering the squirrel and setting it on the fire to cook. She only changed after butchering the animal, dressing in the only clothes provided for her. Unfortunately, Drow do not exactly have large frames and the tunic and pants she snatched off the clothes line were far too big for her. The tunic hung off her shoulders and gathered above her hands. The pants hung off her hips and she was forced to ask Arloke for some silk so she could tie it to her waist. She looked more suited in a crew of pirates than wandering the wilderness with a wizard but it was all they had at the moment, so she made do.

After they ate, she got to work on shredding her old tunic and pants. Any pieces that were relatively clean, she tucked into her pack, the rest was thrown into the fire. It was best not to leave such things available for others to find. The things magic wielders could do with blood or bodily fluids wasn’t anything anyone wanted to mess with and growing up in a land where people were known for taking whatever they could get, she was sure to get rid of the bloody clothes pretty quickly.

She spent that night outside the barn, keeping her eyes and ears out for anything that might be trouble for them. Sometime in the middle of the night, Arloke came to join her, finding the Drow with her back against the barn wall, one leg stretched out and the other bent. Serphia dropped her bent knee and Arloke settled into her lap for loving scratches and snuggle time with the one who raised him. They stayed like that until just before sunrise. She went back inside the barn and settled to sleep for a few hours before they hit the road. By the time Malcador awoke, Serphia had been asleep for only about three hours. However, as he began to stir and move about, she woke up quickly.

As he drew along the ground and contemplated their next move, Serphia got to work on packing any usable items she found in the barn in her pack. She found a few useful yards of rope, some rusted tools that she didn’t find useful, and a crap ton of hay. “I have no problem with stealing,” she said as strolled over to peer down at the map he had drawn in the dirt, stuffing the rope into her bag as she did so. “Though, I am not sure my form of employment would be considered reasonable in this human world.” She was sure she could find feasible employment as an assassin, but Malcador might not like her working that part of the employment field. Also, she mostly left the Underdark because of her profession and family ties. She wasn’t sure she wanted to stay awake every night because she was fearful someone else would attack them. It wasn’t the best way to live. Though, they already had the guards out looking for them, so they had that going for them in a way.

When he addressed her as Serphia, she had a pause. It was odd to listen to a human speak her name so casually. The slaves were not permitted to speak to any Drow in such a casual manner. It was like a wakeup to her system. It took her a moment to get over it.

“Well,” she said with a light throat clearing cough, “If you are asking my opinion, I believe our best option would be to stick to the shadows. At least, until I can get some proper garb that will keep my appearance hidden from sight. I am not too accustomed to the world above the surface but I’m sure we could find some easy targets to rob along the way. Perhaps even find a bandit or two. I’m sure the city would not mind if we rid them of that scourge.” She slung her pack over her shoulder before giving a low whistle to Arloke. The spider came down from his little nest. She picked him up and rested him on her shoulders where he snuggled in close.

“If we find a wagon along the way, perhaps we could deceive them and take their items.” She gave a light shrug. No matter what path they decided to take, Serphia seemed content to take it with the wizard. He seemed loyal enough, even if he was only human. It was nice to have some company as she got a better feel for the land under the sun.

“Either way, we should consider making our way out of this barn. I am surprised the family has not come in already to begin their morning chores.” As she was speaking, she began to open the barn door to lead the way out but froze when she heard speaking just on the other side. She pulled the door closed before turning to Malcador with a raised finger.

“Question. How likely are the guards of Thentia to relate the death of a farmer and his family back to us?”

To Hold Back The Dark

Give me another day or two to reply, currently enjoying some vacation time ~

@OliveYou

Hey man, we all need a good vacation from time to time!

Umbra Rose Condos

Iris Madril

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Location: Building 2, Hallways
Interactions: Lilith @Foster

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The wolf bit at the gremlins as they scrambled past her. She lunged in, catching the one frozen in place between her jaws. Her ears flicked about excitedly as she followed the others out of the closet. They were yelling profanities as they ran, one even turning to flick Iris off but was quickly knocked senseless by Lilith’s bullwhip. The crack of the whip caused Iris’s ears to flatten back against her head and she gave her head a quick shake, the gremlin in her mouth going for a short ride while she did so. God, that whip was loud.

After a moment to settle herself once more, Iris gave chase to the giant spider lady. Her eyes caught sight of the gremlin trying to crawl his way out of trouble. When he spotted Iris, he froze but the wolf was told that they weren’t to kill the gremlins, though if she killed the one locked in her jaws, it sure would make this game far more effective. Nonetheless, she kept running with the grumbling creature locked in her jaws.

A large grin was on the wolf’s face as she barreled through the halls, her breath coming in joyous pants. She was enjoying the hunt. So when it came to a sudden end because the gremlin found itself trapped in the lobby of the building, struggling to open the front door, Iris lowered her body. She gave the gremlin in her mouth a vicious shake before spitting it out on the ground at Lillith’s feet. The small creature groaned, its brain well and truly dizzy from such a violent shaking.

The wolf bared its fangs at the little gremlin that was now scrambling against the wall, trying to find anything to get out of the trap it led itself in. A low growl escaped the canine as it stepped closer before pouncing on the small creature. Fangs snapped down on the creature and the wolf gave the thing a quick shake. The gremlin covered its mouth, making a retching sound before laying limp in the wolf’s jaws, grumbling the whole time.

the Alliance of Liberty City

The start of her chaotic and not fully thought out attack was working perfectly. She had drug two people under the ground and left them to rot. However, unbeknownst to herself, that one of the people she dragged underground was an academy drop out, someone she may have agreed with or possibly would have made friends with.

As she stared down the building, giving a dark grin before she began to casually walk towards it. Her steps were light, almost bouncy as she called out to the heroes within in a sing-song kind of voice. ”Oh heroes! Come out, come out wherever you are! I promise it won’t hurt! For long.” She cackled like a madman before she sent a swift kick to the front door. When it didn’t budge, she allowed an eyebrow to raise in surprise. She should have known that a school for supers would be sturdier than she expected. No bother. It wasn’t something that caused her much trouble.

She raised her hand and rested her fingertips against the door. It began to melt under her touch, slowly exposing the interior to her crimson eyes. When the door was nothing but a puddle on the ground, she went to take a step into the building only to find two supers barreling towards her. She crouched down, lowering her body weight as her lips split in a broad grin. ”I was beginning to wonder who else was here!” She watched as one of the supers began to shrink. With his black and yellow suit, she felt like she was watching a bumblebee come into existence before her very eyes. When she felt the pain from his stinger darts, she understood what he was now. The shock that came from the hit caused the left arm to go numb for a moment.

Her hand shot to her shoulder where she felt tiny little barbs sticking out and she sneered at the flying little gnat. ”Of course! Leave it to the supers to attack like that! Cowards!” She backed back out of the door, not wanting to face two supers in an enclosed space, especially without any idea what the second super’s skillset was. She shook her left arm. It tingled painfully. She needed to make sure he didn’t hit her in any vital areas, like her legs. She couldn’t afford to faceplant in front of these people because he made her legs go numb.

Then she heard it, that enticing voice she longed for. Her head snapped up and she quickly scanned the sky until her crimson orbs finally saw her, her glorious angel. She threw her arms out to the side, laughing victoriously as she watched her gleaming angel taking laps just over the parking lot. ”If I knew you would come to this, I would have done it far sooner!” She bellowed with another laugh. Though her joy was quickly cut short as she felt the intense shock from two more darts that hit her. She coiled her arms in on herself and turned her gaze back to the two supers that were now out in the parking lot. She snarled at them before she cocked her head to the side. ”How about the two of you fight each other for the time being, eh? Momma is busy.” Her power flared out, pulsing towards the two supers. She grabbed hold of the anxiety and fear that any super attack would cause, even in the most experienced of heroes. She gave it a mighty pull, ripping those emotions to the surface and amplifying them. ”I’m done with you. Play with each other!”

As the two heroes entered a panicked state, they turned onto anything in reach which happened to be each other. As they started to brawl with each other, she finally turned her eyes back on the angel.

”Oh come down, sweet angel! We can talk!” She followed Queen’s movements in the sky, stepping out onto a stepping stone of her chaotic energy. ”Where have you been hiding?” She asked a little frantically. She ran along her stepping stones, getting higher and higher into the air. ”You remember me, right?! The park! Come down! We can talk!” She was stopped midstep as she heard the thundering of something large barrelling through the building. She snapped her eyes to the entrance as a beast of a man came stomping out into the sunlight. She watched as he swept his gaze over the two fighting heroes then peered up at her in the sky.

“Stop! You’re under arrest!” He called out but she only growled in response. She sneered at the man as she raised her hand, two fingers pointed directly at him like a makeshift gun. She was getting frustrated with all these heroes. Of course, that was her intention initially but suddenly her Queen showed up! Now those heroes were just a menace she had to rid herself of them so she could have some private time with the angel woman.

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You fight! Fight for your right, to pasta!

Welcome our new friend! I'm sure you'll find all kinds of different rps to strike your fancy on here.

A random fact about myself? Hmm. I hate almost everything I make or write lol.

To Hold Back The Dark

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Location: Stronghold of Mistmoor Interactions: Erik Elfhame Ostriecher V (@IAmTheIsland)

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Tarran followed Erik’s gaze towards the horizon, her gray eyes scanning the sky as if looking for an answer to the many questions that floated around within her head. A silent companionship lingered between the two light bearers that was only broken when Erik turned to face her once more. When the knight finally spoke up, Tarran turned her gaze from the darkening sky. He spoke of learning to accept that though the methods his father taught were more on the harsh side, they were necessary. For a grim would neither take nor give any quarter.

Tarran knew this, at least as well as any who had never fought a grim but heard of their terrible destruction from another’s tales. She knew the grim were terrible beings that needed to be slain before they slayed you but until one finally battled such a creature face to face, it is hard to understand the severity of their savagery, the incredible bloodlust they displayed, and the intense drive they held. There were few things that could stand up against that ingrained instinct that Grim held within their souls. It was as if the only thing they could think about, longed for, or, hell, lived for was the destruction of anything that was alive. The greater grim were beings of vicious cunning that used the lesser grim as simple pawns to wipe whole civilizations from the map. She knew this. She was taught this, shown a glimpse of it from the goddess herself and yet, she still pouted like a small child denied a sweet treat after finishing their plate.

Her hand rose to her bruised side before she sighed deeply. Of course, Erik was right. He was always right when it came to most things but it didn’t make Tarran any happier to accept the truth. His truthful answers simply forced the young noble to act like the adult her age would suggest she was. Being close to thirty and not seeing much outside of the walls of the stronghold, one could say she was quite sheltered, if not a tad spoiled.

“I may not be a full fledged knight, such as yourself, but I have been learning my lessons well and I imagine I will be promoted to knight in the coming graduations.” It was a fool’s dream, she knew. Her mother would never allow Tarran to take the title of knight. She was reluctant to allow her fair daughter to even learn to wield a sword in the first place but her father demanded such a thing of her, that if she were to ever have to defend her land, she could do so with skill and pride. When her blessing came and transformed her into a light bearer, her mother all but cried herself to sleep that night. She could not believe that her sweet, wonderful daughter was selected by the goddess and only wished they could reverse back time to before she began her training with a sword. She swore that Tarran’s father was to blame. That if Tarran had never raised a sword in the first place, she would have not been chosen at all.

Tarran bounced up from the bench, giving a sly grin to Erik as she tucked her hands behind her back. “You have nothing to fear. I know the best ways to slip past those guards. They will never know I am coming along with you.” She gave the knight a quick wink.

To Hold Back The Dark

I'm finally back from my little family get together! I have some time before bed. So I'm gonna speed run some replies for everyone! Let's get this thing going again!