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Mahz finally picked up the milk.
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K A S S A R O C K
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Greetings friends, partners, enemies, acquaintances, and strangers. I am Kassarock, or just Kass if you prefer, welcome to my profile. Anyway, I am a 20 something 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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Adventure Awaits! | CYOA | Fantasy | A mystery adventurer is sent to a mountaintop temple to rescue a missing woman.



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I'm pretty busy with work these days, so I can't take on too many new RPs, but as long as I have a bit of leeway with deadlines for posts, then yeah maybe?
I was sorry not posting, but I have posted, I am sorry that I have.

Particularly sorry to you Rising Dusk.

But seriously, miscommunications are fun!


A S H | D E A D S N O W S | U K T A R 5 T H




Ash looked away as the fine featured, silver haired elf before him swept him over with his keen and inquisitive eyes. He had not wanted to attract attention coming into Deadsnows, but it seemed he had could the eyes of both the guards at the gate and this stranger before him. Thankfully though the stranger didn't seem to bear him any ill will, quite the contrary. He wanted to pay for Ash's food and drink, proposition him, and then... try to find some... lodgings...

Oh God. Is this something sexual? Is this something weird and sexual?

For a moment Ash tried to imagine what sort unspeakable acts this seemingly refined looking elf would want to perform with a half-orc and a strange looking foreigner, before instantly trying to think about literally anything other than that. Despite his best efforts, he could feel his face redden as it flushed with warm blood.

"That's err- very nice of you, but I'm not actually err- what I mean is..." Ash tried to stammer out some firm yet non-offensive reason to part company with the elf as he pointedly stared at his feet, blushing even harder. Nothing was coming out. He couldn't think of anything, his mind had gone completely blank.

Why can't you think of anything? Say something damn it! Say anything!

"...Okay?"

WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?! That was literally the only thing you should not have said!

With an absolutely blank expression upon his still reddened face, the Ash defeatedly followed the direction in which the elf had gestured, into the bar of the tavern. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad? Maybe whatever he was into would turn out to be quite... vanilla?

At least he's not bad looking...
@Kassarock Will you choose to be a king? Or will you choose to remain as you are? Peasant!


To seek royalty is to place it forever beyond one's grasp.
*Looks at RP*

*Looks at profile picture*

*Looks back at RP*

...I could be interested.
Yeah sorry for the wait, should have something up tomorrow or the next day.
I see your RP Poo, and I want to join, but I probably shouldn't do that while procrastinating on replies for other stuff I'm already in.
My vote will be going to Writing, definitely my favourite piece of this contest and the one which read with most heart, soul and passion for me. I connected more with this one on an emotional level, and hence it has my vote.

As for the other entries, I applaud the panache of absolute minimalism, but would suggest its minimalism is perhaps a bit too absolute, even Hemmingway had his limits.

With words, unfortunately I've never been much of a fan of the acrostic form when it comes to poetry, although I suppose its use here is more fitting to the theme than other examples I've come across. I also felt some of the words which formed the acrostic of 'Writing' were somewhat weak choices, your use of 'The' as an example. I think I would have preferred it more if you had stuck to more thematic examples, like you did with the first three lines, which I felt were the strongest in the poem.
@Rising Dusk@Archangel89 Okay so I just put us all together at the entrance to the tavern since that's where we seemed to be clustering, hope no one minds, am happy to edit.

Also, RIP my regular posting schedule. I worked away the weekend before last, was ill all of the last one, and am working away this one.


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Ash seemed to shrink into himself under the barrage of casual insults levelled at him by the guardsmen. It wasn't anything particularly new, or particularly hurtful, but in the back of his mind he had held onto the small hope that it would somehow be... different, here in Deadsnows. He had almost resigned himself to spending the night out in the cold comforts of Snowtown before he realised that despite their hostility, the soldiers would allow him through the gates.

Immediately, he perked up a little, and stuttered his way through a brief thank you before making his way through the gate and into the town beyond.

Inside the walls the snow on the ground had been trampled into a brown slush. Tightly packed buildings of rough hewn stone and raw timber leaned in to each other, as if huddled close for warmth. Warmth. That was Ash's most pressing concern now he had made it into Deadsnows. He needed to get out of the cold and find somewhere he could spend the night.

Thankfully, a building larger and stouter built than its neighbours quickly appeared through the evening gloom once he was a short way into the small town. Judging the noise and the light spilling from its windows, it was some kind of tavern. A wooden sign swung above the doorway, depicting a large smith's hammer and some kind of flower. It would more than make do for tonight.

As he approached the entrance, there seemed to be some kind of a knot of people that had formed there. One of them was a elf, with long pale hair, dressed in flowing robes. Whilst the other was a strangely stressed man the likes of which Ash had never seen before. Had they travelled from somewhere even more distant than he to come to Deasnows?

He wanted to get out of the cold and into the dry, comfortable, warmth of the tavern, but at the same time he was loathe to interrupt these strangers in whatever it was they were doing. Still, it was getting dark, and the wind was positively freezing. Ash shivered deeply once more beneath his fur travelling cloak before he decided to make his presence known with a small clearing of his throat.

"Um, sorry to bother you, but if I could just get squeeze pass please, that would be -err- great, thanks?"
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