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1 yr ago
Current It's alive!
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3 yrs ago
Quick everyone, PM Mahz with your wishlist for Guild updates and new features. The more the better. In fact, send him a PM about it every day. Make that every hour. Chop chop!
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3 yrs ago
Welcome back, Hecate!
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4 yrs ago
To all the homies in Florida -- stay safe out there. Now is not the time to wrangle an alligator and surf it down the flooded streets. I know, it's hard to resist the urge.
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4 yrs ago
Calling all ELDEN RING players: roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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On the old version of the Guild I was the record holder for 'Most Infraction Points Without Being Permabanned'.

My primary roleplaying genres are fantasy and science fiction. Big fan of The Elder Scrolls, The Lord of the Rings, Warhammer 40,000, Mass Effect, Fallout and others.

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I know Peik is working with Hank on a Bleakrock post


Aye, we've made a good start already. Shouldn't take too long.
Yes...I will get a post up tomorrow (it's my day off), I'm just feckin' burnt out atm. Too many nights, too many customers being a-holes, I'm sure we all know that feeling.


That's for sure.

I'm ready to rumble once you've moved us along.
6'1"

June 29th

North Sea blue
Haha, yep. I used to enjoy having a social circle wide enough that there was at least one party to attend every weekend but now that I'm nearing the twilight of my party years it's actually starting to become a little tiresome. Oh well.
You'll fit right in, @Cloudburst. Fantasy of all types are some of the most common and interesting roleplays we have on offer here. Take a look around in the various sections and see if anything catches your fancy. If you have any questions, let me know.
The housewarming party I hosted last weekend took an unexpected toll on my health. Almost recovered now but unfortunately attending another social obligation tomorrow. I'll try to write a post on Sunday.
Well hello, you, @Darkdesire.
Back home and found myself with a bit of free time today. Got a short post up.
Shiah cursed and swore under her breath as the masses of prisoners -- now fellow soldiers, she realized -- pressed in around her during their pathetic march towards the showers and the armory. She had no qualms about nudity but there was something especially humiliating about being hosed down by an indifferent prison guard and Shiah whispered a few more curses through chattering teeth. She was about to regret her decision when she was finally presented with her gear.

The mere idea of having possessions again was good enough to lift her spirits and she enthusiastically accepted all of it, especially the lascarbine. She'd handled weapons before but never anything more dangerous than a stub-pistol. Thrilled, she inspected the rifle as best she could while the line crept forward towards the hangar. It was evidently not anything close to new. The grip was worn, a thin film of rust coated the metal parts of the weapon and the magazine slot struggled to release the charge pack... but it was hers. "Shrike," she cooed at the weapon. "That's your name now. Shrike." The knives were also a welcome, and more familiar, addition. Shiah was good with knives.

She tried not to dwell on the bomb collar.

Upon the legion's arrival to the hangar Shiah finally took the time to get dressed, snugly fitting the flak armor over her new jumpsuit, and stuffed the various pieces of equipment she'd been given into the webbing and pouches that the jumpsuit was covered in. After that she looked around her at her fellow conscripts and spotted several that stood with their backs straight and their eyes staring ahead. Ex-Guardsmen, she mused, that knew how to stand at attention. Shiah did her best to emulate their posture, clasping her hands behind her back and slowly inching her feet apart until they were just right. If she was going to be a soldier, she might as well make the effort.

Next to her, a man squatted down, his weapons and gear clattering down onto the floor, clutching his stomach. Dribbles of vomit were visible on his chin. Shiah cast a sidelong glance at the poor wretch and raised an eyebrow. "Get up," she hissed at him. "Before the Arbites come here and beat your ass into the ground."
Still in Italy. I'll be back home and ready to write next week.
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