Byzantine

Fantasy Past/Modern Partners Wanted

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The Backside of War
"Kings do the fightin', peasants do the dyin'..."
War has torn through the land, and while the glories of battle shine brightest as they happen, what they leave can be best described as "a big ploughin' mess." Among the razed villages, discarded seige weapons, trashed army camps, and farm fields turned battle fields now salted with blood and other things, it's time to pick up the pieces...

>Lord of the Wood
Centaurs are known to be volatile, violent, aggressive, and uncaring tribal beasts. The good people of the land steer clear of them and their territories for fear of being caught in the frequent chest to chest brawls they can often be seen engaging in from across the farm fields or pastures boarding the forests they roam. However this image gets shattered as someone encounters one, clothed and speaking common...

Fantasy Past/Modern Partners Wanted

Badump!
Updated Plot Bunnies section heavily, condensed some ideas and fleshed them out into somewhat nicer writing prompts!
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Parole
Your character is finally free! Kind of. They've been assigned a Parole officer to keep them out of trouble, and he's a bit stranger than the usual government appointed 'parents'.

>Forgotten Prisoner
It's been a long time since Castles and Lords, but one day you stumble upon something left from those days in a covered up dungeon under the city. And it's still alive.

>The Charmed Dragon
Your character is a professional sorcerer/ess hired by the Lord of the land to flush out and get rid of a dragon that has been settled in a valley several years now. The problem isn't that it's causing trouble, it's that the beast is gaining a following. No arrow or blade has worked yet, so the Lord has turned to Magic...
You're a dragon who's made a nice situation for yourself in a little valley. The villagers pay you in shiny things and livestock, and you keep the valley free of trouble. They've even started referring to you as a lord. Now if only that pesky human lord would stop sending his men after you. Today, though, it's not the usual metal clad halfwit...

Fantasy Past/Modern Partners Wanted

Are you still available for any of these?

@Rhythmloid

I'm Always available!

Fantasy Past/Modern Partners Wanted

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Law Enforcement
>-My character is your's Parole Officer
-Crime Investigation turns magical/supernatural

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Fantasy Past/Modern Partners Wanted

I am back and this call for Rp Buddies is active once again!

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You're (Both) New to This Aren't You?

As Narissa tripped, someone grabbed her hand, but let go immediately. It didn't matter, she was heading for the trash bin. She heaved into the opening in the decorative case around it. People leaving the test and people passing by stopped to look at the scene of the two girls having mental breakdowns, or a horrible shared case of food poisoning. However, most people actually had somewhere to be, and didn't stay long. A few took pictures, as it was so easy to do with camera phones these days.

Narissa saw all of this, with her head in the trash can. It was happening again, but she could feel her eyes open. She wasn't sleeping. This wasn't a dream.

Someone took hold of the distressed girls, helped them to their feet, and started guiding them along. Narissa's detached vision was getting too erratic, almost 'glitching out'. She screwed her eyes shut and forced herself to concentrate. Her real vision returned to her, and she recognized the person guiding her along as that one campus security guard that drove around on the golf-cart too damn fast all the time. He was talking into his radio.

"...got a couple of students having episodes, taking em to the medical wing," She caught the end of his transmission. The muffled buzzing reply was too hard to catch. "Yeah, start checking the water-fountains just in case." The water fountains? Oh there was that thing she heard about, a couple years ago someone put LSD dots in the nozzles. Did she drink from a water fountain today...? She couldn't remember...

You're (Both) New to This Aren't You?

Narissa opened the test booklet's first couple title and information pages to where the test actually begun, not bothering with the 'demo' section that made sure you knew exactly how to fill in the bubble. She almost immediately sunk down on the desk, head resting on her outstretched arm that she bent back to almost touch her own shoulder. That kept her head up just enough to be able to read without her exhausted eyes complaining of having to focus at an odd angle. She was a pro at everything slouching and comfort related in class.

To say she didn't study for this implied she studied at all. Every question for the first half an hour was met with real-time logic, process of elimination, or 'when in doubt, pick C'. After a while in her comfortable position, her blinks turned into long blinks. Long blinks turned into just plain passing out. Or it would've been nice if were actually passing out.

Her view drifted from her like a camera on a crane like they use for TV and movies, slowly rotating and lifting to sweep across the rows of desks and take it all in. She recognized someone, and as soon as she picked them out, her vision shifted to them. First on their face, then turned and moved to over their shoulder. She saw their test paper, and remembered the number of one of the questions she said 'fuck it' on. They answered D. She answered C.

She got an idea. She turned her view and looked for that one smart kid she knew. Now she was purposefully controlling this vision. She started remembering answers from her visions in small groups, waking up, writing them down, and drifting off again. This was crazy. She was getting answers from her dreams. However, when she double checked some of them that she could answer surely, they were right...

Half an hour later, Narissa bubbled in the last answer. She was done, but so was also So Done. Her head pounded with a killer headache on top of a growing feeling of nausea. She nearly slammed the question book shut, got up, stuffed her pencils and things in her sweatpants pockets, and took the finished test to the teacher's desk. She pulled out her ID on a retractable string and showed it with her test paper. And that was it.

She was out the door. She stood in the hall a moment, oblivious to everything around her as she rubbed her face and her temples. She turned and headed down the hall, nearly tripping over a girl sitting on the floor for some reason. She didn't care at this point why. Her condition was mounting to a peak.

She needed to go to the clinic.