I'd be happy to write a collab with someone tonight when I have a chance to sit down and do some proper writing, Skall will probably be in the process of 'fortifying his stamina' and regaling the party with some of his 'epic' feats of heroism.
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K A S S A R O C K | 30 | M | GMT |
| Greetings friends, partners, enemies, acquaintances, and strangers. I am Kassarock, or just Kass if you prefer, welcome to my profile. Anyway, I am a 30 year old male roleplayer from the UK and a long time user of the site, although I have come and gone a fair bit over my time here. I used to be more active on the old site, and I still am relatively active in the off topic sections today, as well as in the guild's discord. So you might see me around. I generally consider myself to be an advanced writer, I pretty much always write multiple paragraphs, and will drop walls of text if the mood takes me. My grammar is okay, but not formally perfect, so I do not expect that from my partners either. I normally like quite dark and dramatic themes in terms of content in my roleplays, regardless of genre. Unless I have got an interest check up, or have messaged you, I am not usually looking for new partners to write with. I think that covers just about everything. Message me if you want to know more. | Original Join Date: 07/04/2009 Advanced, Casual, 1x1, Nation, Tabletop Historical, Fantasy, Sci-fi, Romance, Drama Writer, Archaeologist, Cymro .............................................................................................................. |
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A Journey Of Recovery | 1x1 Fantasy Romance | A cursed knight and his mage companion travel the land in search of a cure.
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Genkai is currently going through some real life struggles at this time, which would explain her absence up until now. I won't get into it all because it's her business, but she was talking about needing a break because she's become overwhelmed recently, and she's become very anxiety-ridden, which I've experienced in the past. I've tried reaching out to her in the meantime but I'm kinda just keeping this hand held for her to take when she's ready.
I was holding off on announcing anything because I thought a week might have been enough, but it appears she needs more time. We'll put the RP on hold until either I know more or she makes an announcement when she's ready to continue or not.
I'm sorry to hear that, we've all been there at some point or another. I'm not planning on going anywhere and I'll be happy to wait for Genkai until she sorts out what she needs to sort out. There are things much more important than RPG in life.
Alright, roll call! So who else is here aside from @Sierra and @cider? Do we still have @Dead Cruiser and @Village Witch? I see that @Doctor Kelso hasn't been on in a while.
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That muthafucker, I remember trying to beat this game as a kid and always getting stuck on like that last bit after the fake credits.
EDIT: And goddamn Slip Slide Ride, that level was the bane of 10 year old me.
Benzaiten by Osamu Kitajima is my current go to writing music, gotta love Japanese Folk Prog.
Yeah Wardruna are pretty awesome, Gap Var Ginnunga is still one of my favourite albums to write/do anything to
Welcome to the Guild, yeah my family were always cat people, my parents normally have like 3-4 running around their place plus other assorted animals.
Ooooohoohoohoo yeeeeesss. I can work with this.
Glad you like it
Hopefully this isn't fucking with Flagg's plot or lore, but since he isn't here to ask, figured I'd take some liberties perhaps
Something was wrong, something was horribly wrong. The magic Karliege had felt wasn't simply close, it was here, inside this tavern. He could feel it like a cold breeze whispering down his back. It stank of acrid metal and smouldered like the heart of the sleeping volcano... just waiting to erupt. It was old magic, and it was so powerful. It filled the air and overpowered Karliege's own sorceries. Even Sarcen's immense demonic shadow seemed but a flame in comparison to the inferno he felt. There was only one other note in his cacophony that Karliege knew, the sinister emanations of the jewel at his neck. Daigon's jewel.
He almost reeled in his seat. This tavern was filled with with a power as great as Daigon, how could such a thing be? That would be impossible, no one, no one apart from perhaps Justinian himself had been as powerful as Daigon. Colndil had been the greatest wizard in a hundred years, and even he could have never matched his feats. The records and rolls of the College of Sariya, deep beyond the southern deserts and stretching back five hundred years, produced no name that could have bested the ancient Lord of Nagath. It was impossible.
And that was when it saw it.
Her wrist. As the woman next to him had brought her purse out from under her cloak he saw the bracer she wore upon her wrist. It burned with Daigon's magic like a beacon to Karliege. Open mouthed he gaped at it in disbelief.
"Gods be damned..." He swore beneath his breath, unable to blink at the sight before him.
Did she know?! Did she know that she wore a token of power that surpassed a lifetime of his own work and study?! Why did she have it?! Where did it come from?! And what... What did it do? That, that was the most important question of all perhaps. The possibilities were most... intriguing.
A tankard of warm soul smelling ale and a bowl of something that could have been a sort of fish stew banged down on the counter in front of him as the alewife scooped up a generous helping of his worthless silver. Karliege snapped back to where he was suddenly. He could still feel the low hum of the bracer in the back of his mind but it was no longer consuming him. It almost seemed as if the world had been stretched thin for a moment there... two tokens of Daigon in such proximity... perhaps that was the cause.
Against his chest, his gem felt warm to the touch. That was wrong, it should be cold, it had always been cold before...
Karliege grasped the ale tankard with both hands and drank deeply for courage. He was going to get to the bottom of this. He had sacrificed so much to obtain his power, to obtain Daigon's gem. The desert. Colndil. His arm. The Wastes. The long, terrible nights. And here... in a fucking alehouse... fell something of equal magnitude by sheer serendipity? Impossible.
"Mhmm" He coughed, his throat was so tight his voice came out as rasping squeak. "Where... where did you get those bracers?"
He almost reeled in his seat. This tavern was filled with with a power as great as Daigon, how could such a thing be? That would be impossible, no one, no one apart from perhaps Justinian himself had been as powerful as Daigon. Colndil had been the greatest wizard in a hundred years, and even he could have never matched his feats. The records and rolls of the College of Sariya, deep beyond the southern deserts and stretching back five hundred years, produced no name that could have bested the ancient Lord of Nagath. It was impossible.
And that was when it saw it.
Her wrist. As the woman next to him had brought her purse out from under her cloak he saw the bracer she wore upon her wrist. It burned with Daigon's magic like a beacon to Karliege. Open mouthed he gaped at it in disbelief.
"Gods be damned..." He swore beneath his breath, unable to blink at the sight before him.
Did she know?! Did she know that she wore a token of power that surpassed a lifetime of his own work and study?! Why did she have it?! Where did it come from?! And what... What did it do? That, that was the most important question of all perhaps. The possibilities were most... intriguing.
A tankard of warm soul smelling ale and a bowl of something that could have been a sort of fish stew banged down on the counter in front of him as the alewife scooped up a generous helping of his worthless silver. Karliege snapped back to where he was suddenly. He could still feel the low hum of the bracer in the back of his mind but it was no longer consuming him. It almost seemed as if the world had been stretched thin for a moment there... two tokens of Daigon in such proximity... perhaps that was the cause.
Against his chest, his gem felt warm to the touch. That was wrong, it should be cold, it had always been cold before...
Karliege grasped the ale tankard with both hands and drank deeply for courage. He was going to get to the bottom of this. He had sacrificed so much to obtain his power, to obtain Daigon's gem. The desert. Colndil. His arm. The Wastes. The long, terrible nights. And here... in a fucking alehouse... fell something of equal magnitude by sheer serendipity? Impossible.
"Mhmm" He coughed, his throat was so tight his voice came out as rasping squeak. "Where... where did you get those bracers?"
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