LokiLeo789

Synchronization Overdrive: A school-based supernatural RP with a twist, Interest Check

You got me Interested.

Star Wars: The Circle Of Space - High Casual

<Snipped quote by LokiLeo789>

Of course, I haven't game lead in FOREVER so we're in the same boat there.

@Shard

Thanks, i'll start working on a CS as soon as I can.

Star Wars: The Circle Of Space - High Casual

Im really interested in this RP, but I haven't RP'ed in 3 months so I feel rusty. Is that alright?

Of Monsters and Men [Modern Fantasy]

@Teddiplier If you would like to write them into the handbook for yourself, I'll open it for you to edit.

@Mad Scarlet

I was wondering if I could join this RP. I saw that you said you would still accept a few more right?

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

I am open to what the players want. Obviously, we've all worked hard on what we have already so we'll have to work out how to go about with a new RP - what aspects of this one to keep, whether to have new gods or not. There is much that can be done.

We'll have a roll-call next summer to see who is still up for it. But I don't see why we can't keep the OOC alive. While I have no time to write up long posts and think out complicated story-lines at the moment, I definitely have time to post here, that's no issue.

@Kho

I'd be in next summer also, I'm us ally able to roleplay during school just as well as during summer vacation but my access to the Internet has be, choppy, for lack of a better term.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

<Snipped quote by Kho>

Heh, even the god ordained would need a reason to know that. Not even sure if Arguis does at this point.

@Lugubrious

He doesn't. :(
But what God of Knowledge wouldn't have theories on how to, kill some....gods.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Arguis, The Knowledgeable One, The Great Librarian
&
Quay/King Duisis, Father of Soul Weaving, Master Duisis, 20 Khookies
&
The Great Lich Lord, The Lich, The Necromancer
Level 30 Hero, 37 Khookies

Year the 80th of The Lich Years

There descended a shadow in the night
Upon the home of Quay
Subtly did it descend, remaining out of sight
Above the king did it rise up, for it had words to say:

'I have learned of an artifact
Which thine right hand does possess
If thou hast wisdom and some tact
And wish to avoid stress

'Thou wouldst giv't here
And I would disappear.'

Quay wasn't one for over protection or too much security, unfortunately, after assassination of his father the last king, security has been increased tenfold. Just to get to the kings room, one must go through a series a ornate passage ways, guarded with Soul Woven wards and guards. Despite all that, Quay wasn't surprised to wake up to a ghastly figure hanging over him.

The King slowly sat up and listened attentively to the black ghosts request. It still didn't surprise Quay, he even expected this to happen, once he heard of skirmishes between the undead and Uri guards. Even Quay could feel this ghosts unusual connection to the River of Souls, his power different for theirs, yet similar, it was his sight into the River that allowed him to see the ghost in the first place.

"Both of us, draw from the River of Souls, yet we use its power in different fashions, we are two sides of the same coin." Quay said resting his head on his fist.

"The Lantern, blesses us with our ability, and it would seem that it would strengthen yours, I cannot give it to my you without putting this Kingdom a risk, but what if I propose a deal?" Quay said staring right at the ghost, his eyes hard, he was determined to give his Kingdom his best, that meant even in the face of death.

In his ghostly form, the Lich had been completely undetectable to the guards, hiding his presence completely and teleporting right into the king's room from far above. In his long years he had made time to learn the skills of the Silent Six, and they were already proving to be most useful indeed. He had learnt a great deal more with Arguis of course, but even those things that he had mastered long before ascending to the god remained useful.

'I shall listen to thee,' he said to Quay, 'for thine creator has been good to me,' and with that, the Lich waited on the king of Duisis to speak.

Quay nodded approvingly, grateful that the ghost was kind enough to listen, but this also gave Quay some information about any more of the ghosts intentions. He was willing to make a deal for the Soul Lantern, which meant he wasn't hostile, he could be described as calculating and ambitious. This also gave him information about the ghosts were abouts, such as his apparent meeting with the god of Knowledge. Quay gave a mental prayer, thanking the god for his seemingly inherent kindness.

"This Lantern strengthens our connection to the Astral Home, which allows us to use the magic. I'm dont know to much about the Necromancy, but any being could make the assumption that it is closely related to Soul Manipulation." Quay replied, choosing his words carefully.

"I purpose we share the gift, allowing us to keep our sacred magic, and you to strengthen your own. We can work out a location, a guarded no man's land, in between our two lands, this way, we both have our eyes on it, and our powers. Is this deal to your liking?"

The Lich waved an ethereal hand dismissively.
'It is of no great concern to me how I am to access the artifact, so long as I do. I am not unkind and therefore accept this proposal, for thine ability appears most interesting. It may be useful for my future...observations. However, I am interested in knowing how it is that the artifact is used. Reading books on it is not enough, thou must show me.'

Quay nodded in satisfaction, grateful for the ghosts show of kindness, it impressed him in a way. The demi-gods as they were called were kind and understanding, as if they understood them from their stand point, as if they were human or Uri before. Unfortunately, this was food for thought for another time. Quay rolled off the bed and led the ghost to a wall with two swords crossing. He slowly bent the handle of the blade in an unnatural way better it gave, and the stone wall slid away, only to reveal a long passageway. As Quay walked through the hallway, small copper blocks turned on, illuminating that passageway. The long hallway eventually led to a set of stairs before a huge dark room was before them. On a pedestal in the middle of the room, the Lantern glowed an eerie blue light. Quay motioned for the ghost to follow him as he walked up to the pedestal.
"Place your hand on the pedestal, and allow your soul to flow into the River of Souls. It will be a quick process, but in the end, it will give you access to an untold amount of Souls, and energy. " Quay instructed the ghost.

Without further ado, the Great Lich Lord drifted towards the artifact and placed its ethereal left hand upon it. Immediately it felt itself sucked into the endless world of souls beyond the artifact, and for a few moments it saw that world. While the Lich could feel no such thing as pleasure or joy - emotion had long died within its long deceased form - there was a certain satisfaction that it had reached this point. Long had it studied the ways of death with the Knowledgeable One, indeed, it had studied far more than that, and this artifact had been one of the things that had truly fascinated the Lich. To have it now within its undead grasp, access to the infinite world of souls...there was nothing quite so satisfying. No, nothing so satisfying as a goal achieved.

As it began to withdraw, the Lich noted that something was not as it should have been. It could not lift its hand from the artifact, and the world of souls it could see seemed to suddenly turn upon it, as if it had suddenly detected a hostile presence. The fury of more souls than even the Lich could detect was immediately upon it, and it undead form gave off a shriek akin to that of a banshee. As soon as the Lich let off the shriek, its hand was released and it soared away from the artifact, though it could no longer feel anything from its left shoulder to the tips of the fingers of the hand. It knew full well that it had been dealt a heavy wound to its soul.

'It woudl appear...' the Lich murmured, 'that thine artifact has rejected me,' there was something almost sad and dejected about the way he spoke. And indeed, if the Great Lich could feel sadness, that would have been what it felt there and then. To think that the place of greatest purity, the realm of souls, and this artifact which was an access point to that realm would both reject him.
'I am not tainted,' he whispered, 'I am not impure...I am the emobodiment of the purity of death, and I shall not be denied!' with that, he turned away from the artifact, rippling with necromantic energies, and disappeared into nothingness, leaving Quay alone in the great dark room.

Quay watched as the ghost placed his hand on the Lantern, his face expressionless, deadpan even. He could feel, even see the ghosts soul in the River, its necromatic energies distinguishable from the aray of light. At that moment he realized that the Astral Home would reject such an evil presence, and just as he has predicted, the ghost screamed in pain. Quay made a move to help the ghost but it quickly composed himself, whispering to himself before screaming defiantly and disappearing. Quay was speechless, but remained deadpan. At the moment, the only thoughts that ran through his mind was the fact that he would have to move the Lantern, the deal had never been formally agreed upon. The ghost would be back. That was a certainty...

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

@Inuyasha

You have school now? In Canada it's like August 16th

@Blackmist16

August 24 for me.

[Zombie World] The Walking Dead [Full]

@LokiLeo789@Rupdeus@Robo27 still here?

@ChronoBovino

Here, just been busy.

Avan's Cove: A Pirate RP

At the entrance of the Inn at the Edge of the World, stood a tall, dark man with dreadlocks, enjoying the view of the orange haze above the horizon. Evening had fallen upon Bastion, which in turn all the 'real' shops opened at this time. Despite his excitement for the evenings plan, Len couldn't help but gaze at the sunset, it's orange haze lighting up the sky as if lit by fire, yet the haze was so crisp and clear. The sun, like a large, grandeur orange fireball in the distance was partially cloaked by the hanging clouds, which were all splashed with the random colors of hot pinks, reds and even hints of purples and blues. The sun was so large that he felt he could almost touch it. It seemed to look at him with a dull glare, knowing that it's beauty and the planet's dependence on it for survival made up for it.

Len sighed, he always enjoyed these moments, studying and gazing at the beauty of the world around them, looking past the ugly. He had stayed at the Inn for about 2 months, waiting for 'Navy heat' to cool down before he started climbing Jacob's Ladders again. In the mean time, Len would take the time to enjoy what land had to offer. He had planned to visit the old Naughty Nymph, despite the fact that it went against one of his principles to avoid engaging in sexual acts with 'sullied woman'. He didn't mean it as an insult, it was the path that the woman had chosen, some even had no choice, he pitted there situation. Despite that, a that man stayed at sea for months on end with men needs a way to release their 'lust' without any strings attached.

Len made his way over the the Naughty Nymph, slipping through the dissipating crowd of workers heading home for the evening. He eventually made it to the whore house, which was just opening up for the night, even from where he stood he could see all the women inside, he was going to enjoy his evening.

Or so he thought.

The Hound came up behind Len, strangely quiet for his hulking form, and quickly wrapped his arms around Len, giving him an unwanted bear hug, and tossed him bodily into an alley between a couple small shops, straight into a barrel.

“The money, lad.” said the Hound in a rugged voice that sounded like boulders crashing together.He balled up his fists ready for a fight.

Len quickly got up disentangling himself from a broken barrel and sized the Hound up. Big. Len thought, really damn big. Len studied the ugly network of burn scars on the Hounds face and came to an obvious conclusion, this one was a fighter. The Hound waiting for Len's decision was getting impatient. Most people he mugged just gave up the money without a fight. This one won't. thought the Hound, it brought a smile to his face. He hadn't had a good fight in days.

“Come on lad, the money!” growled the hound.

“Funny.” replied Len calmly.

The hound didn't bother to argue and reason with Len, he took a step forward and lunged at Len. The Hound was too slow, Len caught the Hounds head with his fist. The Hound didn't let up, as though he didn't feel the blow. Len was hit in the ribs, the force nearly knocking the wind from him. Len underestimated the Hounds speed, but he wasn’t that fast. Len backed off a few feet and looked for an opening. The Hound obliged him with a rush, to tackle Len to the ground, it was perfect. Len threw a knee up at the same moment the Hound's head crossed its path. Len could feel the jaw dislocate under his knee. The Hound was knocked to the ground but was already regaining his feet.

“Damn” said the Hound laughing “You fight like a demon lad.”

“What?” said Len, confused by his sudden change in demeanor.

“Your alr-” the hound paused rubbing his jaw and pushing it back into place with an audible crack. “That’s better, your alright. Let me buy you an ale”

Len stood in stunned silence for a moment, which allowed the Hound to throw an arm over Len's shoulder in a friendly way. “The Inn at the end of the world, best ale in town!"

Len took a step back, pushing the Hound's shoulder off of him. He half expected the Hound to attack him again, on the other hand he could always try to hornswagle in some other way. "Avast, I didn't come here to eat Salmagundi, I came here for women." Len said with a frown, despite his plans, Len wasn't one to refuse a free drink. Their went his 'modest' plans for the evening. "But I'm sure ye heart be filled with pain for acting like such a picaroon, that you won't be able to walk the earth, without buying me a black jack full of Arrack." Len said, throwing his head back in a laugh before walking back towards the Inn. Women were on thing, but a free drink was in a different category.

The Hound followed Len listening to him and begins to laugh. “My heart ain't filled with nothin' but Ale, and I dunno what a.. pic'ron is, im buying you an ale 'cos you's a good sport. Maybe Rum if yer good comp'ny.” Len simply laughed at him, enjoying the man's company despite the incident that transpired a few seconds ago. “They call me the Hound.” The an said simply.

Len raised an eye brow at the Hound. “Hound huh? I'm Thunder's Augustus”

The Hound laughed once again “Alright Thunder's, pleased to meet ya”

After a few minutes the pair entered the Inn at the End of the World, quickly finding their seats before the Hound shouted at the bar maid. “Ale love! Two!” After a few moments the girl brings over two cups of ale, causing Len to politely reconsider his new acquaintance's choice for him. “Avast, actually ill be taking some Arrack.” which got a chuckle out of the Hound. “Fine, more for me” he said as be lifted the first cup to his mouth and drained the cups contents in one go.



(ignore the Armor)