Marlowe — Roleplayer Guild

Athea is what we call home. 

Sure, it might have its downfalls, but it still gives us food and shelter despite the other deadlier creatures that reside here with us. The three Houses-- Nocturne, Dawnspear, and Silvergale --do not resort to war, even though they fight constant battles with their sharp tongues and devious whispers.

We dragons have inhabited Athea for well over a thousand years, or so they say. All we have ever known are the Three Houses that divide most of the known continent and thus others' allegiances and the existence of our deity, Ouroboros. 

But times are coming to a change. New faces have traveled across the Clouded Sea upon ships made of wood and steel. Humans, they call themselves. And, apparently, they come in peace.

- Five to six dedicated, active, and overall friendly players that will make more than one (or possibly two) characters (active, to me at least, means posting once every two to three days). Perhaps I will allow an increase in group size, depending on how many people I see are dedicated enough.

- People who are literate. I'm not talking about a group of six Shakespeares, as everyone makes mistakes, but please, don't come here if you can't even form an unintelligible set of paragraphs. 

- People who will plot with players and with me.

- People who will not only be active in the IC, but active in the out of character thread.

These rules are put into place due to the fact of going through the terrible cycle of starting an awesome RP only to have it die within a month over and over again.

NOTE: if I recognize your name and know that you don't follow the above "rules", I will most likely not accept you into the RP.
NOTE:DO NOT POST IN HERE IF YOU KNOW THAT YOU WILL NOT FOLLOW THE SAID RULES ABOVE.

So the strange man did have a good reason to kill the orc, after all. Strange-- she had heard things about the Far West, about how many would just murder each other for no reason at all. Jocelyn remained quiet after he spoke, mulling over his words as she awaited the drink that he had ordered for her. Thirst was clawing at her as well, and she suspected that some sand granules had gotten into her throat. Maybe a tankard of ale would sate her parched throat.

It was only until her drink came that she spoke, and she turned towards the male with a furrowed brow. "I'm not here without a reason," Jocelyn explained as she took a swig of her drink. Even though the liquid was lukewarm, it still calmed her frayed nerves. After another few moments of silence, she leaned towards him, but not casting a wary glance over her shoulder at the rest of the saloon's inhabitants. "The general of my legion says that there's rumors of an uprising around these parts. I was sent to investigate. But," she sighed again, louder this time as she rubbed her temple in frustration. "I don't even know where to begin. This place is grittier than I thought."

Jocelyn grumbled a curse to herself. She had probably already broken her cover by trying to arrest the guy. As she mentally kicked herself, she glanced over at the strange thing that he had in his possession. "What is that, anyway?" she asked, nodding towards the pistol.

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