Dervish Member
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STATUS: Remember, nobody actually enjoys roleplaying if there isn't at least five shameful fetishes uncovered by the 2nd page. 5 yrs ago
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- Old Guild Username: Dervish
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Remember, nobody actually enjoys roleplaying if there isn't at least five shameful fetishes uncovered by the 2nd page.
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7 yrs ago
Somebody stole my mood ring. I don't know how to feel about it.
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7 yrs ago
Let's be honest, it's far more satisfying and challenging to actually imagine what a character looks like than paste a hundred gifs of a celebrity and call it good.
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So, a team of players who are good at playing as a team in a team-based game are individually bad players. Seems kind of silly when you put it like that, no?
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My goal these days is to have an RP that can actually finish, or the very least, last a few years. I see way too many die on page one to take chances
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Lowering the site's value since January 2012.
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Happy to hear! I figured you got crazy busy. :)
Doivid said
I swear to god I wrote prime, wtf
WHERE IS PRIME?
I laughed, I cried, and I felt very uncomfortable reading that.
Well done!
Also, ohshitthefollowup.
It's going to be awful for anyone with a Y chromosome, I guarantee it.
Well done!
Also, ohshitthefollowup.
It's going to be awful for anyone with a Y chromosome, I guarantee it.
Oh hey! There's that poast I promised to make.
Southern Hammerfell Coast, Harding’s Shipwreck…
“C’mon you bastards! Push them back!” Harding bellowed, having made it to the beach from the wreck. She joined her handful of mages and Hralvar as they advanced on the scorpion horde, flames emitting from every palm. The flame walls were enough to cover much of the beach, but there were still wide gaps in which the creatures were able to advance. It was here the fighters and archers took their stand, Marassa driving her blade through the thorax of one of the scorpions as it tried to pounce upon one of the crew members. The man looked at her with a mix of relief and fear as he muttered his gratitude before finding his footing and joining the fight once more. While Marassa didn’t doubt there was an end to the onslaught of arachnids, she didn’t see one. It was a question of whether or not her and the others would tire before the creatures were driven back or killed. Her attention was diverted momentarily by Cub’s shouting and the khajiit had to blink.
The orc was attempting to ride one of the scorpions. Whatever he was trying to accomplish was likely to get himself killed.
A flicker of movement caught her attention and she moved her blade up to block, the edge of the Skyforge steel digging deep into the sting of the scorpion that had tried to impale her with its deadly toxins. Twisting the blade the rest of the way through, she angled the blade down across her body and drove it into the creature’s head, forcing the black-bodied creature to still instantly.
In the distance, behind the main host of the scorpions came the sight of two more men fighting the creatures. Whether or not they were there by choice or were pulled in by the bad fortune trying to approach the wreck, they were not in a good position. With her night eye, Marassa saw the crumpled, prone form of a man on the ground next to his companions, one of whom appeared to be a mage, an altmer. “There’s someone else out there!” she called.
“And what in Oblivion are we supposed to do about that? We’re losing our own men!” Another voice called back. A scorpion near Marassa died as an arrow lodged between its eyes, another soon following suit. She cursed before yelling out to the strangers. “If you can make it, try to reach us!” the khajiit pressed forward, a few of the crew alongside her as they brought the fight to the scorpions. To the left, the smell of burning carcass began to fill the air as the mages were enjoying their own respite from the fighting.
Marassa soon realized that she was outpacing the pirates beside her. “Cub, Hralvar! Give me a hand here!” she yelled, casting stoneflesh upon herself to protect her exposed flesh.
“C’mon you bastards! Push them back!” Harding bellowed, having made it to the beach from the wreck. She joined her handful of mages and Hralvar as they advanced on the scorpion horde, flames emitting from every palm. The flame walls were enough to cover much of the beach, but there were still wide gaps in which the creatures were able to advance. It was here the fighters and archers took their stand, Marassa driving her blade through the thorax of one of the scorpions as it tried to pounce upon one of the crew members. The man looked at her with a mix of relief and fear as he muttered his gratitude before finding his footing and joining the fight once more. While Marassa didn’t doubt there was an end to the onslaught of arachnids, she didn’t see one. It was a question of whether or not her and the others would tire before the creatures were driven back or killed. Her attention was diverted momentarily by Cub’s shouting and the khajiit had to blink.
The orc was attempting to ride one of the scorpions. Whatever he was trying to accomplish was likely to get himself killed.
A flicker of movement caught her attention and she moved her blade up to block, the edge of the Skyforge steel digging deep into the sting of the scorpion that had tried to impale her with its deadly toxins. Twisting the blade the rest of the way through, she angled the blade down across her body and drove it into the creature’s head, forcing the black-bodied creature to still instantly.
In the distance, behind the main host of the scorpions came the sight of two more men fighting the creatures. Whether or not they were there by choice or were pulled in by the bad fortune trying to approach the wreck, they were not in a good position. With her night eye, Marassa saw the crumpled, prone form of a man on the ground next to his companions, one of whom appeared to be a mage, an altmer. “There’s someone else out there!” she called.
“And what in Oblivion are we supposed to do about that? We’re losing our own men!” Another voice called back. A scorpion near Marassa died as an arrow lodged between its eyes, another soon following suit. She cursed before yelling out to the strangers. “If you can make it, try to reach us!” the khajiit pressed forward, a few of the crew alongside her as they brought the fight to the scorpions. To the left, the smell of burning carcass began to fill the air as the mages were enjoying their own respite from the fighting.
Marassa soon realized that she was outpacing the pirates beside her. “Cub, Hralvar! Give me a hand here!” she yelled, casting stoneflesh upon herself to protect her exposed flesh.
Rare said
I finally have posted in hopes of bringing this RP back from the dead. Anyways, where is the gamemaster at?
Sundered Echo said
Many apologies,My internet is presently out of commission, and thus I will not be able to post for the foreseeable future.
The sheep are revolving.
Sherlock Holmes said
I was skeptical when I heard the news, since I know what news agencies are like now adays (report before fact checking, always!), but that's a darn interesting article. Glad my skepticism wasn't unfounded. :D
I haven't played in a while, but ever since Team Fortress Classic, I've always run Pyro and Demoman. Sometimes I'll do Engineer if nobody else is.
I SHOULD play Soldier a bit more.
I SHOULD play Soldier a bit more.
You're foiling his panty raid!
Good job, concerned citizen!
Good job, concerned citizen!
There we go!
Short and quick reply. Should help move things along.
Basically, you guys can all talk about the choice presented here and play it out in game later just for expediency sake.
For the hacking team, have fun! Hope those maps showed an escape route because the Administrator is a paranoid man. ;D
Short and quick reply. Should help move things along.
Basically, you guys can all talk about the choice presented here and play it out in game later just for expediency sake.
For the hacking team, have fun! Hope those maps showed an escape route because the Administrator is a paranoid man. ;D
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