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Current Back ... not back ... not sure, but I’m itching for an adventure
10 yrs ago
A moment of silence, for our princess has returned to the force.
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10 yrs ago
Sometimes, shit just burns ....
10 yrs ago
Crunch time on wedding preparations. If my presence is spotty, this is most likely why.
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So I just got my last Christmas gift - EXPLODING KITTENS!
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Nothing! But Waeldeshore lasted a good while :)

Mother of Dragons!!!

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I love the idea of having an all powerful mage on board, and would be ecstatic to have you aboard.

My idea of magic isn't anything super solid just yet, but I'd be happy to discuss it with you. Generally, it is an artform - Sorcerers are born with the innate ability of manipulating the elements around them. There are different schools of the weave - illusionary, conjuration, shape shifting may even be possible. Wizards would have the ability to wield such powers, but it would take much study and incantations. I know it's a bit all over the place, but I'm sure I can come up with something concrete if you wouldn't mind helping out :)
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/81135-another-fantasy-rp-hopefully-it-will-stick/ooc

if anyone is interested. Sorry it's taken me so long. Just recently switched jobs and I've had about 0 time. But I'm back and hopefully my schedule will smooth out within the next week or so.
So this will be my first attempt at creating an rp here. And I need help. I'm still developing the story, but as the gm, I have no idea how to navigate and control battle. And while I don't anticipate pvp, I do very much hope for a few battles. Any advice or suggestions, please pm me, again this is a wip so bear with me.

Waeldeshore ((A medieval-fantasy roleplay))

Silver Lilly Isle used to be quite a beautiful place. Named for the rare flower that blooms here, the isle is made mostly of marshland and lush forests. It was once home to powerful mages and wealthy lords, with a total population of about 4000. War claimed most of its soil, leaving the isle in ruins. Since then, use of the weave has been drastically limited.

Bordering the northern edge are the Grey Scale Mountains, it's peaks nearly reaching the clouds. The dangerous terrain isn’t the only thing to ward off travelers. The Grey Dragons lurk within its caves, attacking any who dare climb the spires. There are only two left after war scorched the island, but they remain as deadly as ever. The mountain tops platea to what is known as ‘Death’s Peak’, the cliff slamming against the shore line as a rigid line between land and sea.

As the mountain melts into the land, trees spread their roots and branches, expanding across most of the isle. A vast mix of forest and marshland keep the mountains dangers from those of the island.

Waeldeshore is a port town, sitting at the southeast end of the island, and one of the few places that did not crumble within the war’s wake. Responsible for nearly all of traded goods on the island, Waeldeshore actually became quite wealthy in the years following. Lord-Marshal Weyland oversees the town and all of it’s inhabitants. The town makes up most of the island’s population, especially now after the war. Marked by its cobblestone streets, cluster of buildings, and boisterous crowds, it separates itself from the rest of the isle as a much more industrious setting.

Basic plot-
Strange things have been happening in town. People suddenly disappearing, demons popping up, extreme weather changes, etc. Some occurrences have been subtle, noticeable only to a few, while others raised concern of even the Lord-Marshal and his council who suspect it all to be the work of a powerful mage named Jeltheor. The Lord Marshal has ordered extra guards on duty, extra patrols throughout the town, even a curfew was issued, encouraging all to stay indoors after sundown. But there are whispers of another war erupting. Rumors of an army gathering, with one intention - to set Waeldeshore aflame.

In the name of self preservation or as an act to save the town, your character will battle the demons set free by Jeltheor. Can you save Waeldeshore? Can you stay alive?

Your character can be a native of the island or a traveler to the town. Mages are absolutely allowed, but understand that creating a mage will have consequences as natives are very weary of the craft.
I am still interested, though my time waves in and out. Currently working crazy hours, but hopefully within the next couple of weeks, things will calm down. I'm not sure which path you were looking to go down, however I was working on something of my own. Something which maybe the Seer could play a part in? I am looking for help also on this little project. I've got the main plot down, but I have so many ideas, and have no clue as to the technicalities of how battles would be controlled here.
Sophia wore dark purple jeans that hugged her curves and a baggy guns and roses tank top that, due to looking as if she was washed ashore, wasn't so baggy anymore. Her black boots were worn and faded, and were tied all the way up her calf. Thank goodness for waterproof makeup, otherwise black and purple streaks of mascara and eye shadow would mark her face. She ran a hand through her hair, pulling the long pieces in front out of her face with a soft sigh, and evaluated her surroundings.

The air around them was warm and moist, though a cool breeze kissed her wet cheeks, dusting the crusted sand from her skin. Other than that breeze, and the constant crashing of waves, nothing else stirred around them. It was as if they were stuck in a painting. But the painting seemed to be incomplete. Where were the birds? The sun? The grass and sea shells and other little accessories that often littered a beach? Were they the only forms of life here? Not to mention the only vibrant color were the pink clouds that seemed to blend in with one another, seamlessly. Messy, scattered strokes of the paintbrush, that stretched so far, you couldn't see much else in the sky. There was a gentleman in a suit up at the top of the beachhead who started to come her way, and another, a shy looking, awkward one, dressed like he belonged in the dorms at Harvard. Glancing down at her own attire, she smirked. I do seem to be a bit under dressed for whatever shenanigans I've found myself in this time, she muttered softly to herself.

The scholar walked up to her first and spoke, she nodded in greeting. His name was Julius, which seemed to fit somehow. She chuckled softly as he rambled but then her face twisted rather seriously “Well, I knew that New York water was unique but this… either something was slipped into -my- drink last night and I dreamt all that happened today, or …” she looked around her a moment before continuing. For once, she was at a loss for words. Her shoulders slumped and a look of disbelief and confusion contorted her features. “I’m not sure, honestly - but I’m Sophia”. With a small, hopeless smile, she extended a clammy hand towards his along with a nod. She looked at the man coming down towards them and turned to greet him as well. “I don’t suppose you know where we are?” she asked.
*scoots close to Athoriel, and extends her hands towards the fire* what a pretty fire *she says softly with a smilE.*
"65, 66, 67,68.." Sophia counted her money quietly. A whiff of dank basement, sweat and sausages broke her thoughts as the door to the office opened behind her. A thickly bearded man, short, stocky and blanketed in an inch of sweat and grime shuffled his way around her to the crates in the corner. Joseph might have been the owner of the restaurant but he was no stranger to hard work. Not to mention they were short staffed when the food order came in that morning.

Sophia looked around her for a moment. Crates of papers piled high to the ceiling, boxes of food from the delivery this morning. There was something crammed into every corner of the small office and right in the middle was a desk, at least that's what it used to be. That’s what it was supposed to be before the mess of papers and bottles of water and makeshift organizers and yesterday's lunch took over. She looked at Joseph. The nice little Russian man who helped her out with this job 3 years ago. How did things manage to become this much of a mess?

She was an out of work actress, whose last gig was a commercial shoot for hemorrhoid creme 6 months ago. But she wasn't sure what was more sad, that or today's pay. She looked down at the $68 dollars in her hand and contemplated her position. She spent her morning taking orders and serving Irish breakfast to slobbering old men, recovering from their hangovers and now had to run to an audition for a commercial on Tylenol. Is this truly my life?

Despite the fact that her audition wasn't for anything grand and luxurious, it was supposed to be helping her pay the bills. But she couldn't focus today for some reason. It was like something was pulling her away from herself. But enough of that, she waved off the distraction, put her money away and continued to clock out from her shift.

Sophia caught the train going downtown, she had some time to kill before her audition and decided she would grab some lunch. Her headache and growling stomach told her she should anyway. She grimaced at the thought of another salad, but her trainer would kill her if she hit the carbs again this afternoon. Especially before an audition. “42nd Street, Times Square - transfer is available to the …” the conductor rattled on as busy commuters hurried in and out of the train. The hustle and bustle and noise of the afternoon rush on the R train only seemed to put her to sleep.

When she woke though, everything was silent with the exception of waves softly crashing against the beach. No metal grinding against the tracks, screeching in the subway tunnels. No train conductors announcing stops or the tourists that sat next to her, gabbing about the ride and their time in New York City. Nothing. Her head was still throbbing though. The thought of needing a Tylenol sent her jolting up, her eyes widened in panic, and the fear of being late for her audition clouded her senses. It took her a long moment and a few deep breaths to realize the reality of her situation. She blinked a few times to gain focus on her environment. I suppose we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto, she mumbled softly, glancing at the others on the beach. She looked up at the sky, a brow wrinkled as she studied the outstretch of pink. "Yeah …. we’re definitely not in Kansas anymore …"

Her clothes were drenched, and her belongings were no where to be seen. She patted down a pocket, a wad of paper, what seemed like a business card, and her cell phone which of course did not work. A soft sigh escaped her lips, which turned into a groan as she moved to her feet.
@The Fated Fallen thank you, thank you! I know at some point I will need help. I have some ideas but have never actually grabbed the bull by its horns :p just as long as you have patience, we should be right as rain. :)

The IcePezz tries, though she can be a newb at times, she tries. So patience, we must have
Well, it'll take me a bit to write something up. I'll keep ya'll posted :)
Would you be interested in joining Fated?
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