Lugubrious

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

In my humble opinion, the missions are an all-consuming gravitational and gelatinous anomaly, and are nearing their first anniversaries.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Anyone else been suffering Overwatch withdrawals since the beta ended? Or am I the only one wishing it was high noon already?

@Awesomoman64

I certainly would love to play more.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

@EnterTheHero you around? Silas hasn't been doing much for a while. It would benefit the library group -which is already a little behind- greatly if you added in your character's response. I know you're busy, but to be fair, 'tonight' was thirteen days ago.

Dark Souls, Kingdom rebuild.

As someone who loves the Dark Souls games, I feel that I would be very happy to participate in this RP, not just as a player, but as an assistant world-builder. It would be my pleasure to share ideas for NPCs, enemies, areas, bosses, lore, and so forth, to provide a profundity of stuff for us to explore and conquer.

Would I be able to help in this way?

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Further inspection of the room turned up little. For once the Lumen Sage Silas appeared to have nothing to say and no activities to occupy him, which suited Souta just fine. He resorted to standing by, a faintly interested expression on his face, while Mary studied the tablet he checked with a summoned skeleton. Thinking more about his summoned skeltal comrade than the sun-inscribed stone, he ruminated on how awesome it would be to eventually call upon entire mobs of skeleton servants to fight his battles for him. Lost in imagining this, he didn’t notice a paper airplane soaring his way until it poked him in the neck. Souta, annoyed at the interruption of his reverie, grabbed the offending piece of paper and opened it. He read silently and quickly before a smirk came to his face. Closing the paper, he told Mary and Silas, ”Old guy found another tablet in another room. He’s taking it to the main area. Guess we should do the same. Don’t know if a show-and-tell is gonna help us much, but whatever. Shush for a second.” Still grinning slightly, he opened the paper and told it, ”So wait, this little magic paper can just record whatever I say out loud, and it’ll fly on its own back to the wizard and tell him all about the huge monster we found? How does it know when to stop? Do I just say, ‘send’…”

Souta tossed the paper up and watched it refold itself, then take off. He watched it go, amused at the message that is would convey: So wait, this little magic paper can just record whatever I say out loud, and it’ll fly on i’s own back to the wizard and tell him all about the huge monster we found? How does it know when to stop? Do I just say…

Before long the trio of adventurers returned to the central chamber, sun tablet in hand. Souta leaned against a wall, scanning the room for any sort of clue. On a hunch he stared at the skylight he mentioned earlier, and after a full fifteen seconds of not noticing anything he became suddenly aware of a little indentation in the ceiling, conveniently tablet-sized. ”Oh hey, bet we have to shove the little sun nugget into that hole up there. It’s just like in the movies, after all.” He cast a dubious glance at the rune-wreathed door. ”Of course, after solving the puzzle, there’s usually some sort of big monster or big trap in the next room.” Souta wondered whether anyone would chide him on comparing real life and a potentially dangerous situation to a movie, and began working together a witty retort in his mind.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

@Lugubrious Say can we try to recruit the gorgon for the charred council xD? We already have demons there one more powerful ally shouldn't be much of issue to have. Especially the fact she has a bunch of lesser demons to command. It could prove hell of a benefit in the long run!

@rivaan

I was sleeping during those two hours.

That would be alright. Recruiting new allies to serve in the Charred Citadel is an important side-objective.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

It is my sincere hope that this little arc with Frenzy Plant in Belka convinces some of you guys that my guild is pretty cool as well, and could use more members.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@poog the pig@The Irish Tree

It's exactly 1:00 AM. I need to stop here before this becomes a full Brodyquest cover.

Gods and Goddesses, I present the product of a few hours of my life: Lipfraquest...

I think this is the part where I admit that I've lost control of my life.

@Muttonhawk

It was funny before I saw the last part.

Then it was deadly. Deadly funny. I'm dead, but alive at the same time. Like Slough.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

<Snipped quote by YipeeXD>

Yes

But it's the next day so I can just post as Sasha

@lugubriouscan you do me a favor and tell me what's actually happening in the recent posts? I can't for he life of me figure it out. My brain is toasted

@Caits

Sure. Frenzy Plant went to Belka. They set up camp near the town, and in the morning sent some people to say hi. This was accomplished, with no trace of anything suspicious, and it was determined that everyone's going inside.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Frenzy Plant – Inquest at Belka

@liferusher @Caits @oblivion666 @raijinslayer @lunarlors34@zarkun@hatakekuro

The General of Frenzy Plant nodded, his white hair rolling like wheat in the brisk mountain breeze. ”No offense taken, Mr. Gerard. Your father is a wise man, and in any other case, his advice should be followed. However, towns are more unpredictable, and more heavily populated with spying eyes, than an open territory. That is why I have disagreed.” A quick look around confirmed that most of the soldiers were ready to move out, though some of the wagons remained less than fully loaded. Damian’s next question returned his attention to the loaned Blade. ”Iguunale? One of Frenzy Plant’s ‘branches’ relayed the information to us. You might not know: this guild maintains close connections with several nonmagical fighting forces across Fiore. They are not a part of the guild proper, but we coordinate often, including choice information. The Rune Knights and the Magic Council watch over the wizards of Fiore; the martial tree of which Frenzy Plant is a pivotal part works at other matters. I believe that the Dust Clavigers relayed the information. They are also the ones responsible for the quarantine, and any potential failure to maintain it.”

Having gone off a little, Sanders inclined his head abruptly in a gesture of dismissal, signaling that the time for conversation was at its end. He hurried over the rough, yellow-grassed ground to walk at the head of the procession leading from the clifftop campsite toward Belka. With only a few hundred meters of ground to cover, the war guild soon found itself at the gates of the wind-battered town. Upon entrance several features of the town became immediately obvious. An abundance of fire pits and braziers littered the place, evidence of a populace accustomed to light-obscuring clouds and chilly, biting gusts of wind. Houses, which looked like wooden boxes crammed and stacked together, did not appear to be very large at all, and in some cases stood elevated on tree trunk columns to provide more room for farmland. Gardens seemed ubiquitous as well, along with their equipment. Most of all, there seemed to be no color in the place outside of the blazing fires; only dull greens, dull browns, and grays could be seen.

More interestingly, a group of townsfolk were currently passing by. All appeared haggard beneath their ragged work clothes, but these looked especially grim. Two of them cooperated to lug a huge pot of gray powder toward Belka’s southern end where an allotment of gravestones lay, and the other three marched along with them. One held a little book, and another a little bell. The portly cleric who some minutes before had gone out to greet the envoys of Frenzy Plant stood by and watched, leaning on his spiked club. His compatriots could not be glimpsed anywhere. From his manner, and the morose aura surrounding the southbound group, it could be inferred that these Belka denizens comprised a funeral procession--and that kiln-fired urn the sarcophagus of the immolated deceased.