Lady Absinthia

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Oh clarification - Veta is talking about handling the Soulless, not Rutherford

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@mnkee Well whatever it is, I am refreshing constantly to see if a post pops up lol

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Lucius Cypher No, not free to make up details. You have to take what is already at play in game and then look to see more. After which then I can say if Njat picks up on anything new.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Calum looked nervously over towards Neasa and nodded a bit as he stepped closer to her but making sure to stay in the path of the brightest lights on the street. "Very much so. I am a local parson, my family called in a favor and I must help them," he said with all nervous honesty. The man was actually a parson, a card carrying member of the clergy. Now this was just not where he should have been. Writing sermons yes, helping run false named women through the streets in the middle of the night was not.

It was a few more twists and turns down the streets of the port city before they reached the outskirts and a humble looking inn. The inn didn't seem to house the ruffians of the docks; which was odd since it would have brought in far more profits. "Welcome to Teriny Inn. A safe haven in this den of snakes." Opening the door for her before stepping in himself and glancing around.

"Parson Cummings! Well it is truly good to see you this evening, even if it was unexpected," the man behind the long worn bar said with a jolly smile.

"Nigel, good to see you old man," Calum said, looking much more at ease now that they were inside.

"And who be this fire kissed beauty you are traveling with? Parson, have you tied the knot?" Nigel asked as his bushy caterpillar like eye brows lifted in excited questioning.

Calum nearly choked on the air as he started to trip over his own two feet again. "Oh fuddle..." he muttered as he grabbed the edge of the bar top to keep himself from tumbling over. "No, no. Sad to say, god has yet to see fit to find me a bride. This my old friend is Miss Neasa O'Connor. I am taking her to my benefactors."

"Oh you are the one hired to help Lady Kirkpatrick? I say, you will be a welcome addition to their home this season."

March 21st, 1823

@Sputnik - "No, thank you Mr. Connolly, if not for you we would not know her fate," Mr. Ballard said before cocking a brow when Gerard mentioned the break in. "Dear heavens boy, was anyone hurt? Is Miss Millicent alright?" he asked in earnest.

"I see, well Constable Smith can come with you while we finish up here," one of the officers said. Smith stepped forward and nodded his head.

"Yes, of course sir," he said before motioning towards Gerard to lead the way.

"Do keep us informed, if the family or yourself need anything do not hesitate to ask lad. We owe you a great debt," Mr. Ballard said before turning back to the other bobby's and starting to head to hail a hackney to take them to the church to retrieve his nieces body.

"Ready when you are sir, now, whilst we walk, do tell me what you know so far," Constable Smith asked as he pulled out a small binding of paper and a piece of finely sharped charcoal in which to write with.

Elizaveta Romanova

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Location: Almack's

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"It seems you tvo know each other, how splendid. If my new friend vould be kind enough in the coming days I vould love to introduce you tvo," Elizaveta said with a slight smile before turning her attention over to Millicent and Fyror. Something was happening, or had, she could not tell. Looking at Millicent she could read nothing but her skills were fickle that way, sometimes she saw great insight, other times there was nothing. Yet it did not take a trained soul to see that the woman was not happy.

Hearing Mary, Elizaveta nodded. "The ball should be cleared but I doubt these people vould leave."

"Soulless? Here, how preposterous." Rutherfords voice chiming in.

"Perhaps but ve should be vigilant none the less, perhaps you should escort your fiance to safety," Elizaveta suggested but Rutherford was having none of it.

"I have business to attend to, I will see you later this evening Millicent," Rutherford said before pacing a kiss to her cheek as he eyed Fyror and smirked. "I am very much looking forward to it," he hissed before leaving her to her own and walking off back into the crowd of people and across the room towards one of the drawing rooms.

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Millicent Wyndham

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Location: Almack's

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Millicent was doing all she could to keep her feelings buried deep within her but the torment was in her eyes and it was clear that this was not what she wished for her life. Yet her sense of duty to her sisters trumped all things in this life, including her own life. She felt sick to her stomach. One of her greatest fears was to be forced to marry without affection and here it was happening. She was engaged to man that she loathed while one stood within a hearts leap from her which she felt she could grow to care for deeply but that was not a thought that she should focus on right then and she knew it. Yet it was difficult, especially when her eyes drifted towards Fyror and she saw the look in his eyes, she felt the pain and it caused a twinge in her heart, pulling at the strings and making her wish she could reach out to him and explain everything.

A trickle of a tear slipped from the corner of her eyes as they filled with remorse. She shouldn't have taken his hand, let him hold her close while they danced, smiled at him, enjoyed herself. It had been selfish of her to want to steal a brief moment of happiness before her days grew so much darker and now he was paying the price for giving her that memory. The tear rolled down her cheek as she stood frozen looking at him. Her eyes closing sharply when she saw his look change even more when he found out she was now engaged. Her hand coming to her chest, a small silken embroidered handkerchief clutched in her gloved palm. Looking down to the floor everything but the darkness seemed to fade away. Her heart filled with remorse and shame to cause a man such as him such pain.

Her lips thinned as she realized this was the life she deserved. Her penance for causing one such as Sir Kildragon any suffering. Steeling her face she flicked the tear away and lifted her chin. She would take her punishment, whatever the man or god dealt to her. Perhaps in some way it would make up for what she had done. Her eyes forced forward as her sister Jane came over and rested a hand on her shoulder. Turning she looked over to her.

They seemed to share a mutual understanding in the look they exchanged, Jane looking at Rutherford for a moment before looking at Millicent with pity and yet gratitude. The younger sister mouthing to Millicent, "thank you". Millicent nodded and rested her hand over Janes, handing over the piece of silk before Jane turned and hurried away to the balcony. It was obvious Jane felt horrid her sister was in this situation.

Millicent's attention was torn from watching Jane walk off when she heard Elizaveta speak. Her brow rising as she looked at the Grand Duchess questioningly. "Image?" she asked quietly but Rutherford tightened his grip on her arm and she closed her lips, the light sound of her teeth snapping together barely audible.

Then Rutherford and Elizaveta started exchanging words about Soulless and Millicent's eyes widened. When he kissed her cheek she froze like stone, flinching as she tried not to pull away but letting out an audible sigh of relief once he walked away. Taking a moment she dropped her had from her chest as it finally dawned on her what Mary and the others were saying. "Excuse me, please, I must see that my sisters are safe," Millicent said as her hand reached between the folds of her dress, parting the long fabric to reveal her pale thigh as she drew a well hidden Jian sword from it's sheath strapped to her inner thigh.

Elizaveta simply watched her as she turned and left the group. "So fragile a moment ago yet when duty calls all that falls avay to strength. Interesting. Pity she has not someone to guard her vhile she guards others," Elizaveta said absently giving a small curl of her lips towards Fyror before turning back to Mosi, Mary, and Virginia. "Ladies, shall ve see vhat we can do about this situation?" she asked in a dove like voice as she pushed her robe aside and drew a Shashka from it's sheath. Virginia might recognize this blade, one used by the Cossacks of Russia for centuries.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Atticus chuckled a bit. This was a very interesting and amusing conversation to him, granted most were. "Oh but all things are up close and personal when dealing with the wrath of God. I am simply his messenger and I seek out his vengeance. In the end, they get their last rights and there is nothing more personal than that. If they do not see the blade of God coming, in the form of a bullet or a bang, then they are blinded by the world and there is nothing I can do but lay them to rest," he said as he sat there still as a board while Foy worked.

"And my profits are to continue the work of God, well 10%," he added with a smirk before rising from the chair once Foy was done to take a closer look in the mirror. "Well that is the finest cut and shave I have had in a while. God gave you a true talent," he said before grabbing his coat and slipping it back on. "Shall we seek out your friend now and see if we can turn some water into wine: and perhaps a hand or two of cards. Even God rested."

"We seems to have a drunk," Anisa said with a sigh as she pointed over the edge of the counter and down to where Jahosafat was sitting just grinning stupidly from ear to ear before taking another swig from the nearly empty bottle of bourbon.

"I dare say you picture of perfection! I am not so think as you drunk I am," he said with a hiccup in between every third or forth word. Anisa took a deep breath and looked over towards Dorothy.

"Some doctor..."

"I'll have you know my dear woman I am a fine physician ~hiccup~ I am just drinking a toast or two to a fallen friend ~hiccup~."

"Quinn is no one to mourn." Shaking her head she looked over towards Harper as he came in and cocked a brow. "Just dealing with yer doctor Harper. Seems he has been hitting the bottle rather hard."

Stumbling to his feet the bottle went rolling across the counter and to the floor shattering as he tried to stand. "I am not bereaving over the former Captain ~hiccup~ but over the lily amongst the thorns, my dear sweet Camilla."

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@Pundii - Day 5

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Lucius Cypher Day 6, remember Drago is on extension but you will still need to post before the counter runs out.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Soon as Riv posts, I will get an update together. (Well that is if I can end up posting tonight or tomorrow, after that probably won't be until end of counter for me since I have to drive cross state and back on Tuesday)

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@Mahz If there is anyway possible, could we get the Articles and Guides moved from the bottom of the Off-Topic to the bottom of News and Newcomers? It is an essential section for finding information about not only RP but the forum in general. Thing is, it really gets lost and over looked being so far down on the forum. (I was here months before it actually caught my eye and I decided to have a look.) - If it isn't possible or anything, I understand but I figured it couldn't hurt to ask.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

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Related somewhat, but it drives me nuts when people post WIP sheets, especially when they don't have any of the fields filled out. Just keep it in a Word file or Gdoc (or the character sheet subforum on this very site); it looks a lot better when you submit a finished sheet for review rather than forcing the GM to dig through pages of OOC to find the damn thing.

@Dervish

Aww heck no. WIP appears in my OOC, I have a mod delete it. (And that will usually strike the person out from being able to join since my rules states no WIP's. If they can't even follow that, I don't want to bother with them.)

Oh man is that a thing people do? Like, just post [WIP Post] with nothing else in it? Doesn't that basically grind the RPG to a halt while you're waiting on that one person to finish their post?

@Oddsbod

A WIP post? You're joking right? People actually do that? ~facepalms~ And here I thought I had heard of it all, this is a first for that one....