Loksfjoer

Revival of the Dragon Riders

"You will find some inside," the hermit said, pointing over his shoulder to the house. "I have my soup to attend to, but I thank you kindly for the beer. It's been a while since I had a decent brew."
He listened as everyone spoke, getting a clear idea of what everyone needed. Of course he knew a thing or two about the situation, even if he lived remotely like this, and he'd share his knowledge in due time.

Mikhal grinned when he heard he had earned himself a pint of dwarven ale. That was something he wouldn't turn down. He looked at all the dragons here, noting the different colours and sizes. He had gone years without seeing any dragon up close, and now he was surrounded by them. Of course he had seen his friend and her family, but she was an entirely different breed of dragon, it couldn't be compared.
Right now he couldn't do much more than listen to the plans of the others.

Rachel looked at Damien. "Maybe we should go to the dwarves, or at least one of us, to see who the rider is who stayed there. Even if they're not a member of the Order, we need more experienced riders if we will fight back."
They would never be safe if they would hide away, but their group was just too small to really do anything. And she was worried about the others.
Fiona walked to one of the collected animals and started eating. Whatever Rachel would decide, she would follow.

Trevor listened from a distance, the last to speak was Creessa. "Now that is an idea I can get behind," Trevor said after hearing her plan and he looked at the group. "If you don't like the current situation, get rid of what's causing it. She's not even human and she had the most sensible idea I heard all day. An assassination will have fewer casualties than some kind of war against the king and you just need a few capable and willing people instead of an army."

Strange Arrivals (A ZAVAZggg & Calle Roleplay)

When the doors opened and a patient was rolled in, Andy quickly joined them. He listened to the staff of the ambulance as he walked with them and they went into one of the treatment rooms. The nurses of the hospital together with those of the ambulance moved the unknown man from the stretcher to the bed.

There wasn't much time to wonder about the eye-witness reports, it only mattered that it was reported he had fallen from an undetermined height. He examined the patient's body, checking the pupil dilation, the heart rate and blood pressure, and signals for shock or internal bleeding. Then he ordered a full-body x-ray to be taken and two nurses rolled him away to make sure the ordered test was done.

When the patient returned with results of the scan, Andy examined them and assessed the damage, it looked surprisingly well for the reported fall, and he figured this man's body must have been in excellent shape when it happened, with a bit of luck with the angle of impact probably. Even though there were several fractures, there was no indication of ruptured organs or massive internal bleeding. Some of the bones needed to be set, the right arm, for instance, was fractured in three places, he didn't even need the scan to see one of the fractures. But the cracked ribs wouldn't need surgery, just a painful six weeks to heal.
There were several open wounds too, two deep enough to need stitches. And several bruises that were an indication of the physical trauma his patient had endured, but were not life-threatening.

For the second time that day he applied cast where it was needed and treated other wounds that needed to be treated, and as was doing so he kept an eye on the beeping heart monitor.

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

When the other two were with him, Benjamin started walking towards the dining hall. He noticed the patients ahead of them were chatting about something, but he couldn't hear what they were talking about. Not that it mattered either, he didn't try to hear the words they spoke to each other.
Truthfully, he wasn't particularly looking forward to the lunch, but it was better than being hungry. As always it would be a warm meal, logistically it was easier to serve the main course at noon instead of in the evening. But the meals here seemed even worse than the standard hospital meals he had had when he had been admitted to one.

"You look worried," he said to Sara. "Were you supposed to be there already?" He put a hand on her shoulder. "Let's do what you suggested, I came to you because I saw something and you took the time to explain to me there was nothing there. That way the fault lies with me and you did your job."

The Rorie League, a Pokémon Trainer RP (always open for more players)

At the public square in front of the harbour was a newspaper kiosk. On one of the sides was a poster with the text:

Warning
Spinarak and Ariados spotted near the cave.
Guided tours to the cave are still leaving every two hours,
but it is adviced to stay on the road and do not enter the forest by yourself.

At the public square, close to the newspaper kiosk, was a pole with several direction signs, pointing to the four streets that left the place. It showed the gym and contest hall were to the right when standing with your back to the ocean, to the left weas a Pokémon center, and a police center in the center-left direction. While there was no arrow pointing to the center-right direction, there seemed to be lots of shops located there. That was also the road the Umbreon had followed until it had gone around a corner and went into the residential area.

In the police station officer Jenny was doing some paperwork.

The Umbreon lay on the grass of someone's front yard.

Strange Arrivals (A ZAVAZggg & Calle Roleplay)

The reason I didn't reply yet is because I'm not enirely what I want to write in the next part.

Would you like your character to wake up as he arrives in the hospital, having regained consciousness during the ride in the ambualnce, or after the main treatment for his wounds has been done?

RPGC #23: InGlorious - Voting and Critique

After much deliberation I have decided to vote for Searching For Paradise.

I do want to acknowledge the high-quality entries of Blood on the rocks and Phantom Vision, it was very hard to choose between these three and if I could I would give all three a vote, but in the end I just like how the theme was executed in Searching for Paradise.

RPGC #23: InGlorious - Discussion

I did forget to add my vote >_< Will fix that asap.

It is difficult to vote this round, I have a top 4 of stories that I all liked for different reasons, so it's hard to compare them and pick my favourite.

@SleepingSilence

Hider

I misunderstood the ending then.

I thought his sister had hidden and that he smelled his perfume when she approached him and killed him because he had turned evil. And that his death was the reason the entry was unfinished. As far as I can tell there was no hint in the first paragraph of the last entry that his sister was amongst the people he had executed, so I guess I came to a different conclusion with the information from the last paragraph.

Your explanation does explain why he thought back to his first execution, I mistook it as some rambling.

A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

Wasn't there also a Charmander in her team? With wings?

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

Benjamin had a thankful smile for Sara, it was kind of her to take the blame for it. The idea that they would blame it on Ray didn't sit easy with him, that meant he had to talk to the psychiatrist leading the group session before she would start pointing fingers. But maybe eat first, otherwise he could get a remark about missing lunch too.

He too got up and he went to the door. "Let's go then," he said and he opened the door. He looked in the corridor and saw three other patients walking towards the dining hall of the asylum. None of them paid much attention to him leaving a room that wasn't his, they probably didn't even know where he stayed. He left the room first and waited outside for the other two.

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Marc was in the dining hall and looked at the list with medication. The others helping with the meals weren't allowed to hand out the pills, that had to be done by a registered nurse. He glanced around, he knew Sara was here somewhere, usually working during the meals as a staff. He wondered if she had already eaten, he had eaten a bit before coming here and he had looked around for Sara, but hadn't seen her.
He looked at the list again and filled the next cup with the pills on his cart.

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

A hint of annoyance crept over Benjamin's face at the mention of the term 'unknown', but didn't comment on it and looked at Duncan's arm before looking at him. "Wow," he said. "That is cool. But... your mother, A code? How? I mean... how?"
Out of all the things Duncan had said, that was the hardest to grasp. Not that he ever met a Cyborg before, but it was something he had at least heard about.
An alien and a cyborg together, for people on earth it could be the plot for a science fiction story. Benjamin had to admit he still had to get used to the idea of aliens and cyborgs, but that was just because he only recently met them. He was much more acquainted with the creatures that were mentioned in lores and legends for centuries.

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"Yeah, well, maybe you'll get a chance for revenge," Ethan said. He looked at the smoke escaping from her fist. He wasn't certain who was emitting more smoke at this point, he or Gaia. He inhaled from his cigarette a final time and put out the remains against the stones of the wall as he blew out the smoke.
"I'm going to see if they have something to eat," he said. After getting up he only had a coffee, but now he was hungry. And it was about lunchtime too.