Dannyrulx — Roleplayer Guild

Shit.
Prepare for chaos spawn.

Daemons and cultists. No CSM.

There was creaking noise as the door to the tavern opened, and a man stepped through. He was tall, with dark stubble covering most of his lower face, matched by long, shaggy hair that reached down to his ears. His shoes clinked lightly against the floor of the tavern, and he looked around cautiously before shrugging off a long overcoat and hanging it up on a hook by the door. 

Underneath his coat, he wore a tight-fitting black t-shirt, and long jeans, similarly tight-fitting. His skin was dark, the colour of a mocha coffee, and his teeth were brilliantly white. He was skinny, almost unreasonably so, although he held himself in such a way that rather than looking weedy and thin, he looked toned and refined. He coughed once and cleared the hair from his eyes, which shone an almost luminescent green, the same colour as the graphic on his hoodie.

He walked across the floor to the bar, where he sat down, before muttering to the bartender to serve him up a Manhattan cocktail, ignoring the rest of the patrons for the time being.

The basics of the RP are simple; welcome to a world where certain people inherit magical abilities from the season they were born in. These can range from the obvious (winter babies having control over snow and ice,) to the less obvious (spring babies being able to summon small rainstorms.) The RP is centred around an object known as the 'wyrldstone,' which allows the holder to control the seasons. This is important because the seasons determine who is most powerful; in autumn, those born in spring are weakest whilst those born in autumn are strongest, and vice versa.

So, what do you guys think?

Rob's not been here for a few days, which makes me worried. I might be able to pick up the slack and restart this, what with me having now caught up with the anime and manga.

Well, straight away, that north-running road needs to be called Main Street or some variation.

I'll probably claim the three islands in the south-east bit. Dockside smuggling and hookers yay!

*checks valves on flamer*

How did I know that GIF was coming?

Goddamit I don't have the energy today to write a prose-based one.
*Flops onto bed*
Expect it sometime on Monday or Tuesday.

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