Hekazu

To avoid titlegore, let's just get to the point | 18+ | Seeking (mostly) F

Added "The third Wizard king" plot

To avoid titlegore, let's just get to the point | 18+ | Seeking (mostly) F

Hello to you who are reading this!

I'm Hekazu and I am horrible with titles. Welcome to the second edition of my 1x1 interest check, where I have shifted a few plots around, removed some and brought in new ones. I'm not looking for too many partners for the time being, but don't hesitate to contact me! It is very likely that there is still a spot for one more! You know, like with turns in civilization or crisps from a bag!

More about me

Since I believe it's important to be aware what sort of a person you are playing with to avoid potential problems, have a bullet point list of facts about me:

• I am a married man in my early twenties from Finland.
• I obviously am not a native English speaker, been studying it since first year of school and always got good grades though.
• I like being nice to people. If one needs to ask why, well that alone is reason enough.
• I play and Dungeon Master Dungeons and Dragons, so I draw a lot of things from there.
• I sleep like a vampire, so my hours of activity might not be exactly what is expected from CEST (GMT +3). If I could fathom a guess, I'd say I'm most active between 22-4 local time.
• I reply to RPs in the order of the replies that have come to me, in the time that I have. Usually this means you can get multiple in a day if you do not have competition, but sometimes it also means it can take me days to respond when (ir)responsibilities and backlog strike simultaneously.
• Post length... I tend to mirror my partners. More about that later.
• I enjoy OOC chatter, be it planning the RP or a more casual exchange (not that RP'ing is that serious). I can make do without, but don't be afraid to talk to me.
• Whatever the case, I'm here to have fun and hone my writing abilities!

Requirements

Requirements... that's such a harsh word. But on the other hand I do believe it is appropriate, since if they are not met I will more than likely lose interest. Thus, here we are:

1. Mostly looking for female characters right now. If I like RPing with you, I may consider other sort of things later. Exception will be specifically noted.
2. As the title says, 18+ is indeed the requirement. For everything in this check. No exceptions. I seek to better myself in writing mature scenes.*
3. As one could potentially derive from point 2, no fading to black either.
4. That being said, the fact that we'll play via PM should be evident by now. If you have off-site suggestions, I'll hear them out but I usually don't wander far from here.
5. Please do provide me material to work with. While I can make do with two paragraphs for a time, anything less than that will probably kill my interest, as will two for long stretches. 3+ paragraphs would thus be a good rule of thumb. As I mostly mirror, I've observed myself going up to 8.
6. Contributions to the plot are not only appreciated, they are expected.
7. I mentioned my posting frequency. If yours matches up, that's great. I can't wait a week per post.
8. The usual. No controlling my character without prior consent, third person, nothing that's banned sitewide.
9. For the love of Bahamut, Chauntea, Deneir and Talos, the unending hatred of Orcus and Zargon as well as the might of Mordenkainen's Magnificent Mansion, if you are having to drop the RP or think I did something wrong, speak up! I've had too many partners simply vanish without a trace. I'll be sure to inform you, so I'd appreciate returning the gesture.
10. Lastly, but surely as no surprise to anyone, you should have basic knowledge of grammar, punctuation and spelling. Feel free to ask "Weird Al" Yankovic what he thinks about it if you have the time.

*:Despite point 2, any such scenes need to be progressed to naturally. No usual VN "and here's the H scene!"/"and then they did the sex" tomfoolery. Some RPs get to it faster, some slower.

Phew, that's that out of the way! If you are still around, let's get to the plots I have in mind.

The reason you are here, probably

Different gender plot bases (MxF)

Who calls the Dragon Knight? (Medieval Fantasy)

This one has proven to be quite popular. That also means I have multiples of it going. You are free to ask about it, but for it to go anywhere there needs to be something exceptional.

It has been decades since the incident with Sir Davion. Everyone knows his story, the bards haven't shut up about it in all those years. The knight was sent to vanquish the eldwyrm Slyrak like any other dragon he had killed across the years. But the dragon did not go down neatly and instead, in its final attack, had its soul possess the knight's body. Now the shell of the knight with the mind of an eldwyrm travels the countryside, burning down all villages he comes across with a fiery breath, eradicating entire platoons of men sent after him, seeking the king who sent him on the quest to put an end to it all. At least, that is how the story goes.

I've multiple potential starts for this, depending whether you would like to play another exile, a simple villager, or perhaps even a bounty hunter after the prize on the very real Sir Davion's head. Possibilities are nearly endless.

The blind wanderer (Fantasy, likely medieval)

To most, Arthur Ironbloom was just another man on the road. Well, with the exception of him being blind of course. The same "truth" was what brought a bunch of bandits down on him, only to receive a hefty surprise. In the countryside magic was not an everyday occurrence, outright destructive sort nearly unheard of. But that was what Ironbloom packed. You see, the man was and is a Warlock bound into service of Kilrogg the All-Seeing. All of Kilrogg's warlocks are blinded to their own eyes as they join the magnificent gaze of the old one, in return they gain a small familiar they call "Eye of Kilrogg", a little floating eye covered in purple smoke that shares it's vision with them and acts as a link to their patron's magic. Nevertheless, Arthur barely defeated the assailants intent on murdering him for his belongings, but had to deal the final blow with a hidden dagger, blind to the word around him. His familiar had died.

Your character has found the wounded warlock passed out on the road out of blood loss and brought him to their home to recover, as unknowing of his bond to the world beyond ours as anyone else. Ironbloom takes advantage of the hospitality, pretending to indeed be just another blind wanderer, but his restless eyes tell a different story, moving as if they still perceived the world around him...

The third wizard king (Medieval Fantasy)

Written in the annals of history, a fact has made itself perfectly clear. Both times the kingdom of Rakkal has had a leader with magical aptitude, everything has gone wrong. While usually the crown is passed to the eldest child, this one time the older brother was left in the dust thanks to his skill in the art, leaving his little brother on the throne.

Obviously the eldest is not happy with this and as his abilities only surfaced relatively late, he was more than trained enough to lead the country. Unlike his brother, who was trained in the art of war to become his general. Reduced to the rank of an advisor, the eldest eventually grew fed up with being the de facto leader with zero recognition and began staging a coup. He would get his rightful position, even if it meant the death of his brother. Turning to the spymaster of the kingdom, someone that had effectively served under his rule from the beginning and knew perfectly well how the situation was in the castle, the eldest demanded things to be set right.

Same sex stuff (FxF)

Prisoner of war (Medieval Fantasy)

A war ravaged the elven lands. In all of these years the elves had not yet suffered a single loss and had been proud of the fact. Then Horrorsworth united the monsterkind and the real challenge began. Sure, dealing with a type at a time had been simple enough, since you could always anticipate just what they were capable of. But the mixed tactics were a whole another deal. It took certain precautions to face a rabid band of gnolls, but those didn't work against Ettercaps or an organised Hobgoblin militia. And when they all struck at a same time from different fronts, both the advantage in numbers and the problem of being unable to prepare against all the ways of war the enemy had at once drove the elves back from the lands they had claimed for themselves.

Some soldiers were caught, most eaten. But one warrior/bladesinger/whatever strikes you fancy, really found themselves being hauled before the leader of the enemy, bound... and wholly surprised to see that the rumours of the Queen of Monsterkind, Jaina Horrosworth, had held some truth after all.

Aliens! (Modern/Sci-fi)

Well, one, really. Using a plural might have been an exaggeration, many would agree. But it was safe to assume that the alien stored in the observation area was not the last surviving member of its kind, and the government was worried. While the specimen appeared docile, their tail held enough strength to out-wrestle three fully grown men! Only once the creature had been pumped full of tranquilliser had they managed to transport it. And that was worrisome.

A reputable scientist was set to making sense of this new arrival. What was it composed of? How would it react to different stimulants? Was there an efficient way for containing them? All that sort of things. But it just so happened that every field had their deviants who would also find it in them to ask a simple question: It looks human enough. Can we... engage in sexual acts with it?

The flexible ones (MxF/FxF)

Who… no, what are you? (Fantasy, likely modern)

You have stumbled upon the exception to rule one. Here either male or female character works on your part.

Your character would be someone who was lost in the mountains. A hiker that veered off the path, fell down a nasty drop and broke their leg, any accident of that sort really. Or perhaps there was something else to it? Escaping a life in which they felt trapped, only to realise they weren't exactly ready enough to make it in the wilds? Either way, they end up passing out and awakening again in a warm room, tucked in bed staring at a ceiling they are sure they've never seen before, with an odd purple skinned humanoid creature soon entering the room and watching over them with big, yellow eyes and a book in her hands. The apparent saviour was dressed in something that closely resembled a french maid outfit, and though the feminine figure did not speak a word, she almost instinctively seemed to be able to tell the first few requests of the injured wanderer she'd rescued.

But other than an obedient servant, what was she? What was she doing here? And how exactly had you ended up in here? Saved as the person might be, they were now surrounded by even more questions. And the mute servant did not ease said burden whatsoever.

Pace warning: Slow. Aiming for lots of "conversational" content, should probably just call it character interaction, and figuring out just what this other person is. Not a human, that's for damn sure. And what is this house? All they've seen thus far is just the room they are kept in for their recovery.
Though I suppose if you play a particularly horny character it'll just end up devolving. It might happen, but please try to be interested in the rest of the premise too

When things just don't go your way... (Fantasy)

Have you always wanted to have a less-than-perfect adventure? In addition to victories, also experiencing the humiliating defeat along the way? Well if that's the case I might have something for you...

This is an adventure, or should I say a misadventure, for a character of yours. And since this is much more open ended in every direction, I don't see how I could make this description much longer. Dungeon delving, open world, anything goes!

Welcome to the Fifth City! I'll be your guide! (Fallen London, Victorian and Gothic)

This one takes place in the Neath featured in the games produced by Failbetter Games, specifically the areas present in their browser game Fallen London. Don't let that scare you away though, I do not expect perfect knowledge of the universe! I hardly possess it myself!

The Cumaean Canal over on the Mediterranean sea was the preferred option for entering the Neath, available for those with the money or connections to hire a Zee-captain to take them through there. Now with the gas lights of Wolfstack Docks edging ever closer in the horizon, the horrors encountered on the subterranean Unterzee seem almost as if they could never have been there. For heaven's sake, that mountain had chased them for miles and screamed incomprehensible messages at them… that many of the zailors seemed to have scribbled down. They had meant nothing to you. Many assured they never would. And you didn't have time for such trivialities either way. You had come down here for a reason.

What was said reason? Had a relative moved down here, only for your private correspondence to come to an abrupt halt? Had you fallen into the confines of the Great Game, unable or unwilling to get out? Were you escaping someone? Had someone tried to escape you? Or perhaps the many treasures of the Neath intrigued you so? Either way, you had set out prepared. A contact of a contact of a contact had set you up with a local they described as someone they would not trust with anything but their life. An odd way to put things, but was it not a bodyguard with knowledge of the land below the surface that you were looking for? It would do.

And the bodyguard would wait for you at the docks. They would approach with a confident stride and pop by just as the first devil had already been making overtures for your soul. "You must be the one. Welcome to the Neath, delicious friend", this sagacious individual would say with a grin and a welcoming gesture. And from the meeting of the two would begin a story that could make the Bazaar weep.

This one, too, is quite open ended. A lot of where it goes is dependent on the motivations of the traveller arriving.

Closing note: Preferably contact me via PM. If you post into this thread, while I'll eventually notice it, I'll just ask you to do so. Let's cut the extra step, shall we?

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Does Torus have enough time to exchange verbosities with the Father before taking a much needed long rest?

@Gordian Nought

Long rest? Oh, the final surprise will be here faster than that. Besides, not the whole long rest needs to be sleeping, one can easily have a discussion during one.

The escape from Wolfwing's lair

Derrick set on his attempt of procuring whatever it was inside the wooden chest hopefully wholly intact and brought the halberd down on the right side of the container. The first hit had been too careful, even a box as weak as this did not seem to have much more than a slight dent in it. The second hit brought the sound of cracking wood to the mixture of sounds as the shoddy construction seemed to be giving way. The third and the final hit nearly blasted the right side of the chest off, sending it on a brief flight to the distance of about a metre away. With it, something had flown out, but a quick inspection revealed that another item remained within.

The one on the floor was a brass locket, housing an inscription that was difficult to read in this light as well as a piece of parchment folded many times over. Once opened, it looked like a hastily drawn picture of a young man, made with nothing more than an ink pen. Then when it came to the contents of the chest, the item seemed to be a little stuck but a brisk pull brought it out of it's wooden prison. It was a ring, housed within a (now slightly damaged) transparent crystal box. Seemed valuable, silver with several purple gems embedded, not to mention the box it was in.

@Lord of Evil@Dusksong

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

What Orchid found

Of the mentioned significant items there were one scimitar and one shortsword wielded by the attackers, the next most interesting thing would probably be the ornate tinderbox the other one was carrying. Assuming he nabbed it with him, Orchid has not yet had the moment to examine it more closely.

Otherwise, pretty much nothing. They are wearing some armour, but given you all already have matching or better without holes and the trouble it would be to... procure them, they are left behind.

It took some time before any response was given from the other side of the old sewer tunnel door. Some of the civilians were already getting nervous which had Mr. Lake and Father Falconmoon trying to calm them down, all the while the old druid and the younger priestess had their hushed discussion. The aforementioned discussion had not yet completely reached it's end point as the locks on the door gave their clicking response and the wooden barrier slowly crept away from it's closed position. It seemed as if the people inside were not willing to open it fully by themselves for some reason. But given the locks were out of the way, the door was no obstacle any longer.

Having already seen the methods employed by the "guards" of this door, the people originally sent on this rescue mission could probably tell what it was. The small group resorted to stealth, thus they probably wanted to maintain the element of surprise in case an enemy had made it this far. As soon as the unmistakable figure of the paladin pulled the door further open and stood visible in the doorway, those nearby could hear a snapping of fingers, the sheathing of a blade and see as someone in dark clothes and a mask walked into the meagre light, gesturing the group to head inside. The two of his friends refused to show for one reason or another, but there was no reason not to believe they were there somewhere.

As the rescued denizens of the town of Greenest began pouring inside, Torus and Kyra had plenty of time to finish their discussion, gathering some curious looks from passersby, especially from father Falconmoon who had this strange feeling of something being... off with the older man. Deciding not to make a big fuss out of it now, the old priest made a mental note to have a chat with the man at some point during this night. For now, he made sure his flock made it in.

Back in the keep, not much had changed in their absence. A familiar face was admitting citizens into the keep, that being sergeant Longwater. He tried to catch the attention of the rescue party with a wave and did his best to gesture them to stay around, but the group of people around him made this somewhat difficult to see. To those that did notice and take heed of the suggestion, he shared the following news: "The governor thanks you for all your work. Did you happen to catch any attackers on the way? ...no? Well as the big man himself said it, while that sure would've been nice, what you've already done is more than we could've ever hoped for. Rest well for the rest of the night... given they don't seem to be even preparing for a breach, there should be little trouble to be anticipated."

But in the end, the night held yet one more surprise, one that came by mere hour or two before he morning sun shone on the Greenest in flames...

That was not foreshadowing at all

There will be several hours of downtime before the next encounter, use it as you will. Tell me once you are ready and willing to progress. @Norschtalen@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Ryonara

The escape from Wolfwing's lair

@Dusksong@Lord of Evil
No, it is probably for the better if I provide the explanation of whether the box breaks and if it does, what is inside. If you believe the attempt not to be an IC post worthy event (which I personally think it could be), just confirm with me whether you are going to try it and I'll describe the process in my post.

The escape from Wolfwing's lair

@Dusksong
It does not look too sturdy. You can try throwing it, it'll either work or not work.

The escape from Wolfwing's lair

While the only man of the group moved to rummage through the pile of fabric, the women approached the larger door. It didn't seem to be locked and a brisk shove indeed caused it to creak on it's hinges as it opened into another hallway. There were no lights in that corridor, thus leaving most of what they otherwise could have seen into the darkness, but judging by the piling of dust and a slight windy breeze coming towards them, there was some connection to the outside over here. An all too familiar blue light was barely visible at some distance into the hallway where the roof probably should have been, but no sign of the creature itself for now. As a matter of fact, the light seemed to be dimming even further now and had they not noticed it earlier they surely would not have done so now.

As for what Derrick found, hidden beneath the cloth which barely had recognisable colour at this point lied a flimsy wooden chest. This one was locked though and the lock looked sturdy enough and they had no winged monsters slamming things open for them this time... although that was probably for the better, given there no longer would be a cell door between them. The chest was unwieldy to lift, but surprisingly light as Derrick raised it to judge what it might contain based on weight.

@Dusksong@Lord of Evil

The escape from Wolfwing's lair

@Dusksong@Lord of Evil
Yah, seems about right. I'll try to get it done quick, but unfortunately cannot make promises... I've got many things to do.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

So long as only our characters need memorize it, @Hekazu. As in, we're allowed to look back to our posts. Hah.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

I do believe I specified your characters, not you as the players, so sure, go as far as back as you believe the paladin protecting Greenest, Ashkar Brannor, might remember