Ooooh, nice writing sample. Very dear to the heart. ;)
Here's where the GM spoke about the shaved head bit before! roleplayerguild.com/posts/5503251
Here's where the GM spoke about the shaved head bit before! roleplayerguild.com/posts/5503251
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”Mr. Dawson, why don't you have a seat?” He said, gesturing to the brown leather chair he had his hand resting on.
The men behind Adel stepped forward. They each placed a firm hand around his upper arms, half-guiding, half-dragging Adel to the seat. If Adel struggled in any way, their plan would have been quickly subduing him with a blow to the cheek - but besides tensing up, the man didn’t fight.
They shoved Adel into the seat, twisting it so it faced the mirror. Vincent still had that smirk on his face as he picked up a bowl of shaving cream and an applicator brush on the counter.
Slowly, methodically, Vincent applied shaving cream to Adel's face while speaking.
”Now, my men tell me that you and your spies have decided to make it your home in White Pine. Not that I care too much about that.”
He set down the bowl, picking out a barber's blade instead. He opened it, the fresh gleam of a clean, sharp blade within.
“What I really care about, though, is who set you up to do this.”
The blade pressed against Adel's neck as Vincent leaned over, staring at the man through the mirror.
”So, what'll it be, Canary? You gonna sing?”
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"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.
"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.
Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."
"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."
She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. "Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."
She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.
"You'll have to duel me for them."
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@Lexisheeps, @Days, wow, both of you have good taste. Well, I think our GM needs a writing sample along with interest, so if you wanna join up the dream team, definitely post a writing sample. ;)
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@Theyra Hey! Just wanted to let you know there's an updated interest check.
(Sorry for the double post.)
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@Lexisheeps, @Days, would you guys like to roll with me in this rp? Totally no pressure. :>
@Girlie Go Boom Still interested! I was thinking of a character that has their soul joined with a ghost, giving way to lots of strange and paranormal experiences. What do you think?
@Girlie Go Boom Still interested! I was thinking of a character that has their soul joined with a ghost, giving way to lots of strange and paranormal experiences. What do you think?
Huehuehue, it's sad and it's funny at the same time. I'm still kicking around, just patiently waiting. :>
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Estylwen's Entry:
A small light on the desk was the only light source for the writer, who filled sheet after sheet with hastily written words. The room was a mess, the garbage tin lay on its side and the contents were spread over the floor. A cat sat on the cabinet, licking its paw.
A crow settled on the windowsill and cawed.
"Not now," muttered the writer.
The cat turned its attention to the crow.
“He won't learn like this,” said the cat to the crow.
More furious scribbles from the desk attracted their attention. The man hadn't seemed to notice the cat had spoken.
More moments passed.
“Eureka!” The man exclaimed, holding up a messy sheet to the candlelight. It was covered in ink spots and barely discernible writing. With gusto, he pushed his chair out from under him, moving to the door.
The cat exchanged a knowing look with the crow, and slinked off after the man.
The man entered a large drawing room, decorated with everything he could ever need. Ancient tomes, spell books, hovering orbs of power. Large windows ornately displayed with spiderglass, allowing the sun's hues to enter.
At the end of the room, a well that swirled with the light of a vortex. Standing beside it, expression narrowed, was an older man, gray beard trailing on the floor. He watched the man bring the sheet to a table with hovering orbs, and begin to tinker with one of them.
The crow came to rest on the bookshelf near the gray-bearded man, with the cat curled up at his feet.
“He's convinced he's got it this time.” said the cat.
The man stroked his long beard, staring sadly. “My apprentice doesn't understand. This isn't worth the time.”
The cat turned its face up. “My lord, what if what he says is true?”
“What do you mean?”
There was a sudden spark and smoke, and the three observers snapped their attention to the man and the orb. It was alight in his hands, searing with the same energy as the characters on the sheet. The man mumbled words under his breath, hands closing around the orb. The very walls of the castle began to tremble as the energy surged and convulsed. And then-
Ting!
Like the soft chime of a bell, the orb glossed over like dry lava. The dark layer flaked away, revealing a shiny silver embossed with the same characters that were now absent from the page.
The man seemed relieved, holding the warm orb in his hands. The gray-bearded man could only watch as the apprentice turned towards him.
Could only watch with a forlorn loneliness as the apprentice stepped towards him-
-and through him-
-As he made his way to the well.
A hand pressed against the brim of the well as the apprentice swallowed anxiously, holding up his new orb with desperate hope.
“Surely, this one will do the trick.” He exclaimed to nobody.
“It won't.” The gray-bearded man said softly.
The cat turned to the gray-bearded man. “Is there really no way?”
The apprentice donned his cloak, holding the orb high. Lightning from the orb struck the well, causing the vortex to buckle and froth. He lifted himself onto the edge of the well, staring into the yawning Abyss below, and whispered a single sentence.
“I won't fail you, Master.”
Before he jumped into the bottomless pits.
The gray-bearded man watched with a pained gaze as his apprentice was lost to the depths, before he turned his attention to the cat.
“I had spent the better portion of my life discovering secrets to the universe, even unlocking the way to immortality. Alas, I could never undo a curse like death. The sickness of the dragon took me while the elixir of life could only slow its effects.”
The crow fluttered its wings. “So the boy struggles in futility for you?”
He stared at the vortex solemnly. “The boy… seeks a secret I've hidden that truly does not exist.”
The old man turned his back to the well.
“The boy may try all he likes.”
A pause.
“There is no way to bring me back.”
Another pause.
“There's no way to bring anyone back.”
A small light on the desk was the only light source for the writer, who filled sheet after sheet with hastily written words. The room was a mess, the garbage tin lay on its side and the contents were spread over the floor. A cat sat on the cabinet, licking its paw.
A crow settled on the windowsill and cawed.
"Not now," muttered the writer.
The cat turned its attention to the crow.
“He won't learn like this,” said the cat to the crow.
More furious scribbles from the desk attracted their attention. The man hadn't seemed to notice the cat had spoken.
More moments passed.
“Eureka!” The man exclaimed, holding up a messy sheet to the candlelight. It was covered in ink spots and barely discernible writing. With gusto, he pushed his chair out from under him, moving to the door.
The cat exchanged a knowing look with the crow, and slinked off after the man.
The man entered a large drawing room, decorated with everything he could ever need. Ancient tomes, spell books, hovering orbs of power. Large windows ornately displayed with spiderglass, allowing the sun's hues to enter.
At the end of the room, a well that swirled with the light of a vortex. Standing beside it, expression narrowed, was an older man, gray beard trailing on the floor. He watched the man bring the sheet to a table with hovering orbs, and begin to tinker with one of them.
The crow came to rest on the bookshelf near the gray-bearded man, with the cat curled up at his feet.
“He's convinced he's got it this time.” said the cat.
The man stroked his long beard, staring sadly. “My apprentice doesn't understand. This isn't worth the time.”
The cat turned its face up. “My lord, what if what he says is true?”
“What do you mean?”
There was a sudden spark and smoke, and the three observers snapped their attention to the man and the orb. It was alight in his hands, searing with the same energy as the characters on the sheet. The man mumbled words under his breath, hands closing around the orb. The very walls of the castle began to tremble as the energy surged and convulsed. And then-
Ting!
Like the soft chime of a bell, the orb glossed over like dry lava. The dark layer flaked away, revealing a shiny silver embossed with the same characters that were now absent from the page.
The man seemed relieved, holding the warm orb in his hands. The gray-bearded man could only watch as the apprentice turned towards him.
Could only watch with a forlorn loneliness as the apprentice stepped towards him-
-and through him-
-As he made his way to the well.
A hand pressed against the brim of the well as the apprentice swallowed anxiously, holding up his new orb with desperate hope.
“Surely, this one will do the trick.” He exclaimed to nobody.
“It won't.” The gray-bearded man said softly.
The cat turned to the gray-bearded man. “Is there really no way?”
The apprentice donned his cloak, holding the orb high. Lightning from the orb struck the well, causing the vortex to buckle and froth. He lifted himself onto the edge of the well, staring into the yawning Abyss below, and whispered a single sentence.
“I won't fail you, Master.”
Before he jumped into the bottomless pits.
The gray-bearded man watched with a pained gaze as his apprentice was lost to the depths, before he turned his attention to the cat.
“I had spent the better portion of my life discovering secrets to the universe, even unlocking the way to immortality. Alas, I could never undo a curse like death. The sickness of the dragon took me while the elixir of life could only slow its effects.”
The crow fluttered its wings. “So the boy struggles in futility for you?”
He stared at the vortex solemnly. “The boy… seeks a secret I've hidden that truly does not exist.”
The old man turned his back to the well.
“The boy may try all he likes.”
A pause.
“There is no way to bring me back.”
Another pause.
“There's no way to bring anyone back.”
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“Aww…” Layla gave a mock sadness as Mr. Devola outbidded her on Linqian's drink. The smile was quick to return to her face, though. There was something father-like about him.
”Sorry, Layla, but the money has spoken. Don't worry, I'll get you some booze when we're off fed island."
Layla's smile brightened even more at that, and she happily pocketed her bills. Linqian was so nice.
That was when a strange sight came into view, attracting the attention of Linqian as well as Layla. Was that a… toga-touting conga line? There were familiar faces she thought she'd never see together before.
Amazing.
Her gaze was only torn away as something cool was shoved into her hands. Linqian's beer.
“Hold my beer. I gotta go get a picture of this. I’ll be back in a moment.”
And she was off. To her own misfortune, as the beer in Layla's hands was now very, very appealing. She turned away from Mr. Devola and Britney, discreetly pressing the can to her lips.
"Any ideas on how we get her out of this without getting sucked in?”
The only response from Layla was the suck of air as she stood there, can a vertical tilt over her face. Which was also now empty. With a satisfied smirk, she set the can against the gazebo’s step, and glanced at Mr. Devola.
“No idea!”
She looked back in time to catch Linqian's frantic hand motions. Did she need help? Was she feeling shy to enter the conga line?
Layla could help with that.
Layla approached Linqian and the conga line, stepping around so she was at Linqian's back.
This was what Linqian needed, right? Some moral support?
Nodding mischievously to herself, Layla placed a hand on Linqian's shoulder, guiding her ever closer to the encroaching conga line.
“Let me help~!”
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