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This lack of group RP thing is news to me; I've had to turn down joining 3 in the past couple months because I'm already in 4.
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High-casual is basically a mixture of people who should write Advanced and people who found cas. can mean you get small replies after spending hours on a post


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Sorry that didn't drop sooner, the last few days at work had sapped my ability to think and write. I also gave Storm an entry into the group, so hooray!
Lucian nodded in recognition. “Of course, Baron, I would not presume to be the one to be leading the expedition, only that if the ones leading wish to take the expedition through sacred Luba tribelands, swimming across hippo infested waters, or generally somewhere that would certainly lead to needless injuries or fatalities, I will be interjecting. To be clear, I am fully committed to the success of an expedition, but I am also committed to preserving the lives of those under my watch. Other than that, everything else that has been outlined is certainly agreeable. I am at your service.” He declared, lifting his glass in a salute to Alcander, who seemed to be quite adept at thoughtful interjections.

When the tablet came out, Lucian only spared it a cursory glance. He was not in the habit of pretending to know things when he did not, and languages that he was unfamiliar with were well outside of his expertise. He simply had to trust that one of the others could vouch for it. The skull, however, was quite another story. Without asking permission, Lucian rose up to stand alongside Alcander and Elle in inspecting the skull; he’d brought down most everything that walked in Africa, and outside of the great bears of the North and the Rocky Mountains, Africa had by far the largest animals to walk the present day Earth. He studied the skull, running his fingers along the bone and inspecting the entry-wound. If this was a fabricated remain, it was damned convincing. He’d simply killed too many animals not to be familiar with what bone was supposed to be like; the only thing that gave him pause was the scale of the thing and its very foreign visage; it looked to be a hybrid between a reptile and a bird. Nothing like that existed.

The Frenchman was a skeptic at heart, and he knew dinosaurs couldn’t possibly still exist. Still, a part of him grew excited by this revelation. He’d heard “Mokele M'bembe” spoken by tribesmen, but he’d never quite understood the meaning. He’d always thought it was one of their gods or revered historical figures. If what the Baron said was true, this was truly something incredible. Every fiber of his being screamed that what he was being told was absolute horseshit, but he’d signed up to guide expeditions that were ultimately pointless and in search for equally preposterous goals, but Lucian wasn’t paid to question the motives. He was simply there to do his job and keep people alive.

A childish part of him hoped, deep down, that the dinosaur part was real, despite all of his reservations. He listened to Elle’s protests of how it might be fake, and she could very well be right. However, his gut was telling him otherwise. Fossils were a different beast than bone, since the organic matter of a fossil had been transformed into stone over the epochs, bone was a much harder thing to fake convincingly, and this was no rock.

Suddenly, the same butler that had permitted Lucian to enter announced new arrival. A mousey, albeit pretty, young woman who looked positively bewildered to be here, perhaps flustered by her tardy arrival. Her cheeks were as red as Christmas bulbs, and it seemed to be that she’d had enough embarrassment for one day. “Welcome, Mademoiselle Montgomery. Fret not, we had just gotten started. It may be cold outside here, but it is plenty warm in the Congo. Please, join us.” He said, returning his attention to the skull.

@Peik I'm not entirely sure Sadri and Samuel L. Jackson aren't the same person. I mean, have you ever seen them in the same *EXPLETIVE* room?
The Passage of Time

A Collab with @Dervish and@MacabreFox

5th of Last Seed - 09:30

Sunlight filtered down through white clouds, warm golden rays shimmered across the surface of the harbor. The last time Sevine passed through Solitude was for the Civil War. Do’Karth sat next to her. They had found a moment to spend together in peace, without being interrupted or pressed for time with the next mission. They sat on a patch of grass, on a cliff overlooking the bay. From this vantage point, Sevine could see their ship moored at the dock.

She leaned into Do’Karth, finding comfort in his presence. He was her rock, an immovable stone of support. Sevine could smell his masculine scent as she rested her head on his shoulder, like a mix of sunshine, the earth, pine needles, and something she couldn’t quite place. Her mind drifted, so much had happened in such little time. Leif had grown incredibly distant from her after losing the fight to Do’Karth. He avoided eye contact, and tried his hardest to keep from crossing her path, or Do’Karth’s for that matter.

Sevine broke the silence that had grown between them, “Do you remember when we met?” She asked softly, stroking the fur on his forearm. Her eyes drifted out to the water in the bay, watching the golden rays shimmer on the waves. She tipped her head up to gaze at him. In the sunlight, his eyes, a deep amber-orange colored, glimmered and danced like fire, his pupils narrowed into slits.

“How could Do’Karth forget? You were running from would-be assassins and quite hurt. Jorwen thought this one could be of assistance. You wished to touch this one’s ears.” He replied with a slight smile as he watched the water dance far below, his hand resting upon her knee. “It was a peculiar request, but it was one that made quite a lasting impression.”

Sevine chuckled at the recollection, “Mm, I remember. Still the softest ears, if I might add.” As if to emphasize, she reached up with one hand and stroked his left ear tenderly. He tilted his head receptively in receptively

“Oh, how many ears have you experience with?” he teased, a slight rumble escaping his throat.

“Hmm, let’s count…” she held up one hand, where she extended her forefinger, “One… and… that’s it.” Sevine squeezed his knee.

“I was just thinking of how much has happened since you and I met. The adventures we’ve been on, the people we’ve met, the people we’ve lost… the battles we endured… I never thought this would happen.” Sevine sighed, her finger drifting in a circle around his kneecap.

Do’Karth let out a long sigh shaking his head slightly. “It is hard for this one to not think about Jorwen. He was this one’s friend, he looked out for him and showed compassion where others had none. Do’Karth promised to watch over Solveig, but how is he supposed to do that with her gone? So many good people have been lost, this one regrets not having known them better.”

Her throat tightened at the mention of Jorwen, Sevine remembered the night when the Kamal swept through the area, she still didn’t know if he was alive or dead, and part of her felt that Solveig’s disappearance was linked to her desire to find her father.

“We cannot protect everyone, all of the time.” She added softly, she understood his pain.

“You could not protect me when we were separated, you in Bthamz, and I, in the Pale…” That much was true. “Leif was furious that you couldn’t protect me from being hurt. But what could he do too? He was with you on that mission. And just the same, you cannot protect Solveig when she is gone from us.”

“No,” Do’Karth agreed quietly. He continued to stare at the water below, resigned. “Do’Karth regrets not asserting himself to have not been assigned to the same team as you. He does not think Sevine needs protection, but he would be more comfortable if we were to stand side by side even in the most dire of circumstances. Were something to happen to either of us while we are far from each other, only learning the news days later? Neither of us would be able to forgive ourselves.

“And yes, Solveig made her choice, and she resented Do’Karth’s attention on behalf of her father, this one knows this. Still, she forced this one to abandon an oath, and it leaves a bitter taste. Now Do’Karth’s obligation is to you, and for a time, he thought he could manage both duties. It was foolish to believe so.” he reflected, pulling his sugar pouch free from his budi. There had not been much time for reflection, and today of all days seemed to be making up for lost time. “Leif has hardly been rational, and Do’Karth wishes for you to know that he truly did not wish to fight him. He is a good man with perhaps too large a heart, he leaves himself open to so much pain because he chooses not to see what his eyes already do.”

An uncomfortable silence crossed over them as Sevine shifted away from Do’Karth, her fingers ripping away tendrils of grass. She would have to tell him about her encounter with Leif the night before. She didn’t wish for secrets to be kept, especially not from Do’Karth.

“I saw him last night.” She said softly, feeling guilty for pursuing the encounter with Leif. She could have walked away, but Sevine felt the need to clear the air between them without Do’Karth by her side.

Do’Karth nodded. He looked over at Sevine, his eyes warm and expression soft. He knew she probably thought he had suspicions, but he trusted her. Nothing she had done he had done had instilled him with doubt about where she stood in regards to her longtime friend. “It’s okay. This one trusts you.” he said, pulling her head gently towards him until their heads touched.

The touch was comforting, she felt reassured that he would not abandon her out of spite. She let a sigh roll through her before she continued with his confidence, “Last night, when I went to finish my errands, I stopped near the graveyard. I thought… I thought the shadows were playing tricks on my eyes, but I saw him. Leaning against the wall… I thought he was drunk. I called out to him and… I just wanted to talk to him. I wanted to clear the air about what’s happened between us.”

“At first, he didn’t want to talk. But I begged him to talk with me. So we sat there against the wall, and I apologized to him. I told him that I was sorry for the miscommunication… that I was sorry for all the pain I caused him, and for how I never took his advances seriously. I also explained why I never took him seriously, how could I when his words told me one thing but his actions said otherwise.” Her brows furrowed together as she spoke, drawing her head away from him, but turning her body so that she could face Do’Karth and look him in the eyes.

“He apologized too. And apologized for his lack of respect for the both of us.”

“He asked me why, why I had chosen you out of everyone else. And I let myself be candid, I told him about how you did not judge me, nor how I was a prize because of my Name…” Sevine faltered in her words, she left out some non-consequential exchanges that Leif and her had shared. She felt Do’Karth didn’t need to know everything in exact detail, unless he wanted to know she would tell him.

“In the end, I asked him to forgive me. And before we parted ways… he told me that he had to let me go… and that he wished us all the happiness in the world.” She chewed on her lower lip in a pensive manner before adding, “And since I’m being honest about this, I wanted you to know that before we parted ways, he gave me a hug, and kissed me on the cheek.” There. That was all of it.

“It took great courage for you both to face one another; for him to learn to let go and accept himself, and for you to try and mend what you must have thought was a irrevocably damaged friendship. There is a history between you two, a strong bond. The only crime is you did not see one another the same way, but now he respects your wishes. Do’Karth hopes you are not rattled; thank you for telling him.” The Khajiit said, taking Sevine’s smooth hands into his furry, padded ones. “You need not worry about what this one thinks, for he believes that you love him and would let nothing change that. It is… not dissimilar to this one’s situation with Niernen. She’s admitted she has feelings for Do’Karth, and he has gently guided her away from those feelings because Do’Karth is spoken for. She is a lovely woman, but Do’Karth feels that she might have grown attached to him so quickly because of her capture and remembering her partner in Windhelm as a way to cope with the horrors. She wishes us well, but this one can tell it hurts her.” Do’Karth shook his head, looking up at the sky as if they had the answers. “He cannot figure out why he’s suddenly found himself surrounded by women who wish to be with him. He does not even wear perfume or have coin.”

Her eyes watered at his words, “It is because you have a heart of gold. And that is more valuable than anything else in this world.” She cleared her throat, blinking away the tears that came, concern filling her over Niernen.

“Does she… does she despise me because of… us?” Sevine really wanted to know if Niernen was a threat, as in a person that would do either of them harm. Rejection could be a hard drink to swallow.

That caught the Khajiit off guard. “What? No, of course not!” he exclaimed suddenly, before realizing his tone might have been taken as defensive. He placed his hand on her back, a gesture of solidarity. “Just… sad, this one thinks. She’s tried to encourage this one to not take you for granted and make the most of the time we have, despite the war. She is a good person, compassionate. Do’Karth just doesn’t know how she’s handling all of it in private. He wants to be a good friend, supportive, but without crossing the line that gives unfortunate impressions.”

He slunk back into the grass, laying up facing the sky, his arms spread wide. He felt flustered and defeated, and not for the first time he recalled how much simpler things were when he didn’t linger any one place for more than a couple of weeks with people coming and going from his life like a breeze. Sevine reclined back to join him on the grass, resting her head on his stomach.

“I’m glad she has a friend in you. Time heals all wounds.” Her thoughts wandered to Leif, wondering how he would handle the next days, weeks, or even months to come. “I pray that Mara shows her kindness.”

“All wounds but decapitation, perhaps. That tends to be somewhat more tricky.” Do’Karth replied cheekily. “And Mara always shows her love, one just has to be looking for it.” he reached down and touched the amulet around Sevine’s neck, the one he had given her back in Dawnstar. It had been his constant companion and source of comfort for quite a few years, but now it marked where his heart was. “Do’Karth knows where to look.”

I already read it over before you submitted, so I've given my stamp of approving! Let's see what the other Big Kahunas say.
@Mara And that's fair; you SHOULD read the entirety of the OOC post to find out if it's what you want, but let's face it, that goes out the window fast if the GM doesn't enforce the standards, which happens a lot.
Alright, let's go back to 2012-2013 vintage Dervish, who started off in casual to get a feel for writing again after like 4 years. First thing I noticed is Casual is by far the most populated forum, where not posting for a few hours gets your roleplay shoved to the 2nd or 3rd page and any half-way decent idea usually gets a boatload of applications. In short, it's very busy verging on crowded.

I also realized that Casual can mean players range from people who still should write in Free due to one liners and speed posting to people who go above and beyond the game's standards and honestly should write in Advanced. Without detailed standards in the OOC, you get a mixture of people who fall between those two spectrums and if the GM is the kind of person who takes anyone, you can have someone writing 4-5 beautiful paragraphs that account for all the other players to be replied with, "Mary walked over and said "OWO WHATS THIS""

Obviously, that scenario can be avoided if the GM enforces some rules and standards, but let's face it, between inexperience and not wanting to tell people no because you feel like an asshole, you get a mix of player skills and writing styles that clash like a glass of orange juice and toothpaste cocktail garnished with Sour Patch Kids and horse raddish. A lot of people get frustrated with that and it probably contributes to the fact most games seem to have a hard time getting out of the first two IC pages.

So this is where High-Casual comes in; suddenly you have a quick and easy label that conveys the standards you want at a glance and the promise that most players are going to be of a similar skill and standard. That's the reason I joined them, I wanted to write with other people who could do a few paragraphs and some meaningful character development. It was pretty great... then I joined an Advanced RP and realized it was basically the same thing. Haven't looked back since.

Long story short, I think High Casual has its place because let's be honest, a lot of Advanced RPs have some pretty incredible writers and post lengths that can be daunting, and if someone wants to just write 2-3 paragraphs and practice their writing in relative comfort until they figure out what they want or are comfortable with without risking joining a game where collabs are frequent and you have 15,000 word posts at times or where other players speed post and don't have depth to their posts.

It honestly could probably use it's own 4th subforum, Moderate or whatever.
Writing Prompt for historical figure thoughts is a go!

I already gave my go-over with suggestions earlier today since, y'know, we live together. I'll let the other Big Bawses take the lead on this.

I give it my rubber stamp of approvingness.
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