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Current Don't forget to vote in the writing contest! The link is in the sidebar <3
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1 mo ago
Back from vacation, taking my time to roll back into roleplays and contests.
2 mos ago
Vacation for a week, I'm off to Finland!
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Note to self: reply to RPs
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Deadline is approaching! There is still time to submit your entries ^_^

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Hello everyone. I'm Dutch, a mother of a 8-year old boy and I love both rp-ing and writing. Since May 2020 I'm one of the contests mods.

I started with writing Dutch stories in 2002, I was already 19 at that time. I joined a writing competition and that got me started. Soon I started to write down all the stories my over-active imagination came up with. I had my first forum rp experience in 2003 on a Dutch fantasy forum. While I continued to write, I stopped rp-ing when the particular rp and forum slowly died. In 2011 my love for rp's rekindled when I joined a site with a forum and I started to RP solely in English since that is the language of the site. This is also when I wrote my first story in English.

I've got a few 1x1 rp's going on this site and a couple more on another site. I've always been a fan of writing competitions and I joined a lot several of the ones that were hosted on this website. Now I get to host them myself and really enjoy that too.

When you come here to check if I'm online, know that even when I show as online I might not be able to respond to RP's. I open this site so that when I have time I can spend some time here, but I don't always end up with the time to do so.

If I haven't replied in a while, feel free to poke me. I don't ghost on purpose, sometimes I just forgetful and if I read your reply and accidentally closed the tab I might forget I was supposed to reply T_T

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Fenna finished up for the day and brought the last dirty bandages to the washing room. The staff here had been so kind with sharing their knowledge, and in turn were grateful for the extra pair of hands. The hooded figures had been ushered out by one of the nurses when it had become clear they weren't patients and weren't there to work.

"Thank you for your help," the doctor said when he approached.
"Thank you for the opportunity to learn," Fenna replied, as she was busy putting her gloves back on.
"Oh, I see you have a Source Crystal. Are you an adventurer?" After the affirming nod he continued "I see. What team are you on?"
"Second Chance." That name had brought several kind of expressions to people's faces the past few days. Curiosity, hope. Seeing a face scrunch up in irritation was not what Fenna had expected to see.
"I have to ask, is everyone in your team a complete idiot?"
"Excuse me?" Fenna asked. Sure, there was Zell. And James hadn't been exactly thrilled to hear how she had handled the big bundle of mysterious energy (although she had tried to keep a distance from it, it wasn't like she had poked her finger in it), but their party was definitely more sane than idiotic. "No, not everyone..." she said
"Well, your Druid certainly is," the doctor grumbled, crossing his arms. "Some imbecile named Adam, came in here a few days ago coughing up a storm. Somehow poisoned himself. Then the next day, the moron comes in with severe burns. Doesn't show up for a bit after that, so I thought that was the end of it. Nope! The fool was here yesterday!" After thinking about it for a second, the doctor continued. "I'll spare you the details. I shouldn't care as long as he pays, but that man has to be one of the dumbest people I've ever met. No plant is worth that."
"W-what plant?" Fenna asked. What had Adam been doing?
"I would try being smarter than your Druid - not that that's tough to do." Saying this, the doctor walked away.
Oh dear, what had Adam been up to? Should she tell James about this? Did she really want to make their cleric disappointed in yet another of their team? Maybe she could talk with Adam first and then go to James?

Fenna left the hospital thinking about the conversation. Sil joined her as she walked towards the Mended Drum. Two hooded figures followed them from a safe distance, whispering to each other.
During the evening, Fenna went to hospital where she aided the healers with the little knowledge she had. They had been kind enough to teach her the basics and welcomed the help. Even though the fighting hadn't started, the preparations hadn't gone without injuries. Construction work accidents, accidental injuries during training, people on edge fighting each other in the streets. Most injuries were minor, thankfully, although one fallen log had knocked a man out and he still hadn't regained consciousness. Fenna helped out where she could, if there weren't any bandages to wrap or salves to apply, she went around with food and drink.

Two hooded persons watched her from a corner. Fenna had spotted them, but ignored them for now. It was becoming clear they were watching her, she had spotted them too often for it be a coincidence. Wasn't there once on TV a simple tailor on a space station once who said "I believe in coincidences, coincidences happen every day, but I don't trust coincidences." While the cloaked people were watching her, she watched them. If they would make a move, she would react. For now they kept their distance, but the temptation to just walk up to them and ask them what the hell they were doing was real.

She would be patient, for now, and stay in crowded places.
MF&P #12 - the meeting





Killing time

He was supposed to be here at this hour,
It was not like him to ever be late,
Pray tell me by what ungodly power,
Could delay thus force me to sit and wait?
The clock keeps ticking tick ticking away,
And with each passing moment I pondered,
Shall I still be waiting for him all day,
Or will he repay the minutes squandered?
Alas now comes a knocking at my door,
There is the visitor I longed to greet
I never knew him from my days before,
But ever so glad to finally meet.
The late gentleman takes me by the hand,
As Death shall come to visit every man.
Another round of wonderful entries, thank you to everyone who submitted a piece and voted for this round.
Judging by the comments all entries were enjoyed and wich makes it a very close victory for Killing Time.
Congratulations! I will post the winning entry in the hall of fame.

I also want to apologize for taking this long to write this post.

Fenna's talk with James had gone well, for the most part. He knew of a place where she could learn healing, which was good. He wasn't all that pleased with what happened down at the spa, and she understood that. She repeated the story when he asked her to do so, adding in the defence that she didn't try to touch it, her intention had been to just feel it from a somewhat safe distance, and she hadn't anticipated it would have arched like that. In the end there wasn't more to say about it, although she did promise James to be more careful with strange phenomena like that, and she showed him her spear that ever since the encounter had a faint glow to it. In daylight it was barely visible.
As they couldn't find out what it had been between the two of them, both went their ways: James to get supplies and Fenna to start her day.

First, Fenna went back to her soldiers to continue their training. For the lunch break she went to the Golden Tree Park with Sil and watched the druids work while the falcon could spread her wings. Sil stayed closer now, even since Fenna had gone down in the spa, and wouldn't let her go near that building again. When she went back to the soldiers she noticed those hooded figures were watching her. They kept their distance, but Fenna had spotted them a few times now. Let them look, she thought to herself. I'm not doing anything wrong. They were connected to that underground place, that was all she knew. And that she wasn't allowed down there, but they had let her leave and none of them had approached her since then. She couldn't shake the feeling they were following her around now. Observing her, maybe? To make sure she wouldn't go down there again?

The afternoon was spent with her soldiers again, they marched through the city, ran laps and did fighting exercises. Rest was equally important, so when the light faded she sent them all home. After dinner, she went to the place James knew to learn a bit more about healing.
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I have 3 entries and the voting and feedback thread will be up shortly.
I'm going on a vacation for a week so I will probably miss one deadline. I'll be back to posting Thursday 5th.
The fifth day of the siege started as the other days. Fenna laid out some bolts on her bed and infused them with fire or ice, alternating the two so MacKensie would have a decent supply by the end of the waiting time. It was something she could do once a day, but by the time of the siege she should have 48 fire bolts and 48 ice bolts ready for her friend.

She had been sore the first day after her adventure in the cave under the spa, every single muscle had ached. Throughout the day the pain had slowly subsided and she had made sure no one would notice. Although she had feared some kind of official reprimand for going somewhere she wasn't supposed to, that hadn't happened yet. What she had failed to notice that evening had become apparent to her the next day: her spear had a faint glow to it. While she didn't know what it was, it wasn't hard to deduce it had something to do with that ball of energy she had seen. There had barely been any time to talk to any of her companions about it, everyone had been busy with the tasks they had received.

After Fenna was done infusing 12 bolts with fire wrapped them up to give to MacKensie later, she went downstairs to have breakfast. Today there would be more training with her soldiers, but what she really needed to do was catch James. They needed to talk.
"Teleport us." The decision was made without hesitation, teleportation would be the fastest way to the base. "I'll let Ethan know when we're back, it will be faster that way, especially if you teleport us."
It was only after Mike had made the decision that the first doubt crept up. What would teleporting feel like? He had never done it before. Surely it would be safe, but it would also be a very new experience.
If their teams members kept disappearing like this, would he be the next to be captured, or would he be left by himself? He wasn't sure what he would hate more. There was a certain danger to being captured, but he hated being alone. Maybe being captured wasn't the worst of the two options. He turned to Harriet and nodded to let her know he was ready.
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