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"It's inside of us all..." - WH40K Chaos-based/Black Crusade RP

@Bright_OpsIt is not too late, and that is interesting so far; so, is he actually corrupted by Tzeentch (I'm assuming) but believes himself unaffected? Or am I reading this all wrong?

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

"I'm here now, T'ish. What's the plan?"

A hiss escaped from the mask of the Jedi Knight, sound that was most likely a sigh of relief, but sounded more like a hiss of annoyance. He was glad to see that his Padawan still drew breath, even now sending tendrils of thought out into the Force, seeking that which could not be seen - if the clones had made it into the temple, by whatever means, then he had no doubt that some of them may already be within the Archives; if the sound of blaster fire, and the fact that Jasma had her saber activated, were anything to go by then they already were and time was not on their side.

"What is happening in the Archives, Jasma," he pressed, "make it brief and make it quick. Behind me are tunnels we could use to manoeuver around the temple, but they will not hide us indefinitely."

His own saber burst into life in his hand, ready to defend them both if needs be, and to strike down any that may come for them; there was, however, something much deeper and much darker than mere clones here...he could feel it. Something, no, more like someone, leading them in their efforts to cleanse the ever peaceful order from their home.

"Did you see any others? Seris, perhaps? We cannot simply leave them."

Inside himself he knew that going on a possibly reckless 'rescue mission' could well lead to both their deaths, but what was he if not a peacekeeper? If not a protector of others? His sense of right and wrong was innate, from his birth he had known which was which, and this was all wrong. He could not, would not, slip away into the shadows so simply if others could be bought with them.

Of Gods and Men - A Deity RP (CLOSED)

The time is nearly passed, and the gods call to us; I shall have a post up tomorrow, or the day after at the latest. Hold on to your holiness, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

No Masters or Kings - ON HOLD

I swear by the gods, I'll get my character up in the next day or so, really looking forward to this RP.

"It's inside of us all..." - WH40K Chaos-based/Black Crusade RP

True that, ye lubbedly Chaos spawns!

Age of Mythology: An RP of the Greek Heroic Age

@Dragon Witch@Feln@Rosalind@Flamme Verte@VoiD

Righto folks, the first IC post is now up!

Those with a CS, please feel free to post, those without need not hurry themselves - I'll not rush ahead - and if there are any that would still wish to join...then speak and make it so. :)

Age of Mythology: An RP of the Greek Heroic Age

In a time between the fall of Troy, its inhabitants enslaved or dispersed to distant corners of the Earth, and the emergence of the world that today is known as that of a united and powerful Greek nation - a country of squabbling city states united by common cause - there was a time when the glories of mighty heroes, their deeds said to rival that of the Gods themselves, had barely left this world; while it is true that no longer did Herakles walk among mortal men, nor did Perseus or Jason ply their legendary trades as warriors and adventurers in lands both far and near, others barely lessened in their own skills and acts stepped forth from the fringes of the world to see this void filled.

Blood, brains and bravery did these figures bring - though unknown to one another, they nevertheless would carve their names out in the very halls of Olympus itself!

Yet, as with all ventures of note, beginnings were small - feeble even - and the threads of the Fates spun swiftly to find these minds converge, gathered so that they may proceed on their allotted paths and see things done that the common man may find impossible.

Our tale begins, as most good tales do, on a blustery and rain-sodden night, lightning from Zeus himself wracking the heavens and the thunderclap echoing across the ink black skies. Sat solitary and alone, save for a feeble fire constructed of hastily gathered materials, was the hunched figure of a man; a man that had managed to survive the worst of the storm by sheltering within the mouth of a cave, half way up the slopes of the alpine mountain pass that he proceeded to take from distant lands to his own home and bed once again.

He was a man of middling age, his black hair of curls slackened by the rain, streaks of grey here and there upon both head and unkempt beard, hazel eyes looking out into the storm and judging the weight that sudden rainfall would have on his journey back to his homeland. A tunic of coarse white wool sat firmly about his torso, girded at the waist by a simple but stout leather belt, as soaked as the rest of his body, his traveling boots off his feet and resting as close to the fire as he dared. Within reach of one hand, a hand calloused and as browned as the rest of the mans body by the Italiote sun, rested the haft of a twin-headed axe, the other casually stroking the rough facial hair as he sat deep in thought, at his hip a short stabbing sword good for puncturing flesh.

Teitu Leprna, a citizen-soldier and sailor of Etruscan Adria - a port nestled on the eastern coast of the land named Italy by Herakles himself - glared out into the storm and once more spat out the bits of gravel from his roughly ground bread. He was indeed an Etruscan, called Rasenna in their own tongue, and named as Tyrhenni by the Hellenes across the sea, an experienced seafarer and killer of over a dozen men who had sought to bring enough men back to Adria to crew his small sailing ship - a ship which could be most useful in raiding the property of others, and seeing great fortune to him. Now he was trapped here, the Gods pissing all over him with this rain, and his broad form shivered by the meek but obvious flames of his hastily contruscted fire.

One way or another he would have his crew, he would have his gold, and he would see himself lifted above his beginnings and into the annals of history and legend!

OOC: Welcome, one and all, to the first IC post. As to your own posts, feel free to write a little about your character, their thoughts, where they are at this moment - perhaps even in the same mountain pass as my own man? - and where they wish to go. All is generally open, and accepted, as long as they are heading eventually in the same direction as my man. Other than that, I look forward to seeing what everyone can come up with.

Ancient/Classical World NRP - Interest and Discussion Thread

@Cold HandsNot necessarily, although they were the main 'players', and would be preferred, I'd also allow 'fringe cultures' such as Makedon, Odrysian Thrace or the Illyrians to be player controlled; as GM I would be handling the Persians, and generally trying to play everyone to my advantage.

Ancient/Classical World NRP - Interest and Discussion Thread

@NerevarineFair, fair.

@MonkeypantsI know it's near impossible to tell online, but I was actually being sarcastic; I'm well aware that the average RP'er "doesn't have time for that" though why it should need to be a chore I'm not so certain - I've never asked anyone to have detail down to the smallest detail.

On the flip-side, why take up time to create an entire world, when a world that already existed - and everything to do with it - is right at your fingertips, just a few keystokes away. All you need to do is just read over a wikipedia article.

However, I digress.

Apologies if it sounded like I was serious, I was only jesting and will be more careful with my words next time.

Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader (WH40K) RP (ON HIATUS, closed for now.)

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In Hospital right now, but I'll try and get something up ASAP.

@Kingfisher

If you're in hospital, I give you leave to take it easy. Yet, if you post...well...Emperor bless you, sir!