Ezekiel

The Dance of Dragons - (ASoI&F) (GoT) - [Openly Recruiting]

Reporting in.

Will work on ma sheet.

The Dance of Dragons - (ASoI&F) (GoT) - Interest Check/Placeholder

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I had conceded that I'd probably end up playing Rhaenyra but if you want her, she's yours friend! If that's the case I might play Aegon II unless others are keen on the role.

@EricRP

She's one of the few main characters in the dance I've yet to play so I'm quite up for, but I'm happy to pick another if you want her.

Would I be able to play her son alongside her as well? I like to have at least a couple of PoVs for Game of Thrones rps, fits the style of the book.

The Dance of Dragons - (ASoI&F) (GoT) - Interest Check/Placeholder

Awesome sauce!

Is the Realm's Delight herself, and potentially Jacaerys free to play?

Love a bit of dragon dancing.

Warhammer Fantasy: Morrslieb Ascendant

Sent the PM with the questions answered just now.

Warhammer Fantasy: Morrslieb Ascendant

Ah, missed that this had started, will just need to ponder a character up.

Warhammer Fantasy: Morrslieb Ascendant

Looks interesting, if you're still looking for more folks.

The Silent Shield: A Wizarding World (HP) Auror Roleplay

Time seemed to churn to a crawl for Izaiah as he watched the scene play out, almost as if he were an observer, not an integral player. His mind regarded the scene with a detachment born of desperation, noting in every minor detail the young auror could hope to perceive.

One Target
One Hostage
Uncertain Surroundings.
Subject deranged.

Thankfully his wand was already in hand, a drawing motion would likely be enough to set the madman off, this way he could negotiate from a position of strength. If negotiate was even what he intended, looking into the eyes of the assailant and his would-be-victim, insane surity versus unquestioning fear, Izaiah only found the rage building deeper within him. All the gifts that life had bestowed on this wretch, and this is how he chose to use them. It was a hot rage, burning within him like liquid metal, enough to override any sense he might have for the situation, and so a new plan formed in his mind.

His wand was moving before even he had registered it, his lips spelling out the letters of a spell, he saw his counter begin to react, but it was too slow, he was only half way to finish the killing curse before the golden bolt struck him in the face, sending him tumbling away from his potential victim, who subsequently screamed. Izaiah was moving in the next moment, vaulting over a worn table, complete with potions set, as he dived forwards. Quickly interceding himself between the cowering girl and any reprisal, it was only then that the extent of his position became evident. While the original hostage taker recovered from the magical blow to his temple, others had assembled nearby, and soon let the exposed Auror mage know the extent of their wrath.

Izaiah's wand darted back and forth as he defended both himself and his charge. He was one of the better duelists of a bright generation of Aurors, but outnumbered as he was, it was only a matter of time before the angle of his block was slightly off, with a hiss of pain, his wand was shot from his hand. He swore as one leg buckled beneath him, plunging him to his knees, he was up quickly, but only in time to hear the killing curse uttered. The green bolt of light seered through the air towards him. He contemplated diving aside, but that would leave the girl exposed to the full force.

So. This is it then.

No.

He snarled as he put one hand up, all his rage and energy in one motion, a simple refusal to die, and leave another in the same danger as him. A surge of magical energy pushed through his hand, a wordless outpouring of power, and with a brief detonation, the curse was turned aside. Izaiah could only stare in disbelief at his own hand for a moment, a reaction no doubt mirrored by those trying to kill him, if only that could buy them enough time.

"Up, quickly now." He pushed the girl behind him to his feet, practically carrying her as they tried to escape the next retribution of the dark magi.

The Silent Shield: A Wizarding World (HP) Auror Roleplay

My post is tiny af. Sorry;-;

@SouffleGirl123

Looks fine to me :)

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

Well, after tinkering about a bit with various ideas, think I'll go with something of a Norscan nation that has held out against the corruption of Chaos.

If that's all good.

The Silent Shield: A Wizarding World (HP) Auror Roleplay

The United Kingdom
Wiltshire

The British Isles were old, ancient, suffused with the power of magic. Druids had spun their circles and then came civilization and the advent of modern magic. The dark and the light had long been at war over the country's hidden places, long before the Ministry had codified what it meant to be good and evil in the world of the Arcane. Of all the regions of these isles, Wiltshire held many such hidden places, in the shadow of Stone Henge, the forces of magic had gathered for untold centuries.

Not all of it was friendly.

The rain beat down in a fierce torrent, even for the notoriously damp England, it was particularly noteworthy. The countryside was awash with flooding on a dramatic level. The kind that swept away the odd car, house and unfortunate cow like it was nothing. Thankfully they found themselves in a relatively protected locale, among the hills, valleys and woodlands of wild Wiltshire. This didn't improve Izaiah's mood much, as a fat droplet of rain rolled off a leaf above him, splatting on to his form. He internalized a moan as he crept forward. They were approaching their target, and any noise now, despite spells dampening such, would be to put them all at risk.

Stone Henge was the most prominent druidic site in the nation, but it was not the only one, especially not in the pagan heatland of the Southern United Kingdom, many more were hidden away, some were still in use, and not all for peaceful reasons. The Aurors of the UK's ministry of magic had located one such community, of wild witches and wizards practicing arts beyond the law of the land, and beyond that, potentially either risking exposure, or the lives of any muggles that would stray near. Izaiah had a particular dislike for those who looked to use magic upon those utterly unaware and helpless to it, and as they had trudged through the cold and wet, that dislike had burned into hatred. He slunk his way up one more hill, slowly crawling forwards on his front, hood pulled up, until he was on the crest, still shielded by the forest, looking down into a clearing marked with stone circles and carvings. A host of figures gathered in the clearing, despite the weather, some chanting, while others placed ingredients of a sort into a large cauldron bubbling at the centre, the circles of stone and grass converging on spot.

They did not anticipate great difficulty, but the life of an Auror was a dangerous one, even on their first true mission. Izaiah knew that the rest of the team would soon be in position, around the forested edge of the clearing. He'd drawn the short straw, so it was up to him to attempt their first ever peaceful arrest as a team. He paused pensively for a moment, before pushing himself to his feat, his wand immediately lighting up in a grand display, projecting the crest of the ministry.

"This is Auror Izaiah Perntide of the Ministry of Magic, you are hearby ordered to-" He was interrupted by a cascade of shouting, and one particularly important, particularly illegal, spell being cast. He had only a second to react, diving forwards as the green bolt of power shot over him.

"Ah, well, I never did enjoy boring." He muttered to himself, before rising up, immediately ready for what confronted him, as the rest of the Auror team leaped into action.