@Lucius CypherMalkai cast a spell, Unless it was silent or stilled I believe spellcraft will do that.
He may have hid it, but I missed that.
He may have hid it, but I missed that.
Meiyuki
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The moment you realize you spend more time working in titanpads than... anything else. Not sure if I should be proud or concerned.
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Puncraft! The darkest of arts! Burn the witch!
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@PaintLynn Does that mean I can eat you now? I've been getting hungry...
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My current baby
Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes: Join the witches or the hunters and they circle each other in a bleak world on the edge of annhilation. Can they come together long enough to hold back the great dark? Or will they fall to the void?
Stuff I'm in
Wolves of Redlake: A lovely little romp as a teenage werewolf. Run by the lovely @Nallore
Various 1x1's: I love the flexibility of a two person story. Group RPs will always have my heart, but they can be difficult to get off the ground. Feel free to PM me with any ideas you may have. I generally post once per week minimum and like high-casual to advanced as far as quality is concerned.
The Rest!
Hi! I'm a twenty five year old lesbian with alot of time on her hands! I've been role playing for about ten years now, although I'm new to the play by post format. I'm a pathfinder and Chronicles of Darkness veteran and still play with my group most weekends.
I'm generally pretty easy to get along with. My biggest pet peeves are:
Not informing me if you'll be away for an extended period of time. A PM or something in the OOC will do nicely. I understand life kicks all of us once in awhile, but try not to leave me hanging.
Negative people. We all get down, and that's fine. Happiness, however, is an outlook. I don't mind spending time cheering up a friend when they're usually a cheerful person. Optimism is a hell of a thing folks.
Metagaming. For obvious reasons. This has been the downfall of many a fun 'secret' plot. I usually opt for transparency, and like to surprise characters more than players. Metagaming makes that difficult.
Things I'll love you for:
Enthusiasm! This is the driving force behind any RP. When players and the GM are excited magical things can happen.
Adding to the world. I like a fleshed out world. Often times I'll leave things ambiguous so players can add to it with backstory or anything really.
Hatching your own subplot. The 'main' plot isn't the only thing going on right? Write me a story about some characters getting into hijinks. It gives the RP an organic feel that can't really be replicated otherwise.
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This was getting tiring. Lorelai was covered in blood, again. She stood in an alleyway surrounded by broken bodies. Three attacks in what? A night and a half? She was starting to wonder if they were attacking her on purpose, but that would be stupid. It had started out a little fun too. Some barely blooded vamp would turn around one corner, his thralls around the other. He'd say some very threatening drivel, offer to teach her a lesson or some such. She'd respond at first with inquiries into the nature of the education she was about to receive, was it a philosophical debate? His eyes would narrow and he'd say something foolishly rude.
Then she'd eat them all. She didn't even remember her mother, but she was pretty sure she would have taken exception to being called...whatever it was.
It was starting to get dull now though. Is this the kind of thing that happens in California when one doesn't return the calls of pompous young fools who have, for some reason she couldn't divine, declared themselves important? She dialed a number on her cell.
"Shaun, I need picked up again. Set up a meeting with these, Nyctari? Or whatever."
"Are you alright ma'am?"
"Unfortunately yes. They didn't even manage to make me bleed a little this time, how rude."
An hour later. Lorelai's condo.
Lorelai smiled as she pulled the silk top over her head. She did so love the feel of silk, smooth and almost unnoticeable it glid over the skin without so much as a trace. Like a cat stalking prey, leaving nothing disturbed in its wake. She let out a small giggle, was she empathizing with a fabric? Perhaps she had gone mad after all.
"Mi'lady, your car awaits." Shaun stood at the doorway to her bedroom.
"Will you ever simply call me Lorelai you old bat?" She favored him with a grin.
"I don't believe so ma'am." He hardly showed it, but the small upturn at the corner of his mouth betrayed a smile.
"Would you at least dispense with the titles? You, and only you, may call me asshole." She stood still as he fixed the ribbon on her head.
"I do believe there will come a day when I stop calling you Mi'lady."
"Is there now?" Lorelai made a show of pouting.
"I hear one doesn't get to speak much once they've died for the last time." He flashed one of his rare grins
"Oh you!" She threw her purse at him. "You've offended me for the last time old man. I do think I'll eat you now."
Shaun cocked an eyebrow, not afraid in the slightest. "Do be sure to put on a bib before you do ma'am, blood is hard to get out of silk."
At that she laughed, and didn't stop laughing until they'd reached the car waiting outside.
If only Shaun was a woman. Lorelai thought to herself as she examined the passing buildings. Then she'd...The train of thought took her back to a particular elf.
By the time they'd arrived outside the closed nightclub she was in a foul mood. Shaun was tense next to her, surely thinking about how nice it would be if this meeting went well. Lorelai scoffed, they hadn't even gotten a boss to meet her, this was evidently the haunt of a local lieutenant of some kind.
Getting out of the car Lorelai made her way to the front door. It was being guarded by two very large men.
"What's this? Get outta here, this ain't no place for high schoolers." The first man spoke.
"I'm Lorelai Von'Strauss I have an appointment." She was somewhat accustomed to people making assumptions about her due to her size. So she'd let that one slide, in the name of civility.
"You're Vlad's spawn? I always thought the guy sounded weird, but to think he was a ped-" The first kick stopped his laughter and destroyed most of the man's kneecap. The second sent him skidding down the street half a block, leaving a trail of dead blood behind him.
"Did you learn from his mistake? Or should I eagerly await yours?" Lorelai surveyed the second man with contempt.
The man evidently was wiser than his companion, and simply stepped aside. Lorelai pushed her way into the darkened nightclub. It had a similar layout to the one she'd had her little romp with Lexi in. Lexi, Lorelai had her number, maybe she'd call later. Her thoughts were interrupted by the approach of yet another of her kin, this one a small dark haired woman.
"I trust you found the place just fine?" She asked, trying to make polite conversation.
"My driver seemed to, I can't be bothered to pay attention to such banalities. You're going to need a new doorman I think, the one you had was quite rude."
The woman took a glance at Lorelai's shoes which were stained with the thug's blood. Or rather the blood of whoever he'd been feeding from. "I see, I'll make sure he finds...lower brow employment."
"You know when I was young it was fashionable to offer up offensive servants as a meal to the offended." She sighed. "I was disappointed when that went out of vogue. No matter, see that it doesn't happen again, or I'll start blaming their masters for not instilling grace and manners when they had the chance."
"O-of course ma'am." Smile gone, the woman led her to a back room. "Valentino's in there."
She stepped into a spacious office. What would have been a rather luxurious office was diminished by the poor cleanliness however. Was everyone going to offend her tonight? Behind a wooden desk that was covered in coffee rings, and scratch marks that she could only presume resulted from cutting lines, sat a plump and decidedly unpleasant looking man.
"Lorelai, welcome, have a seat. We've much to discuss." He offered a hand, which Lorelai waved away.
"I think I'll stand thank you." She looked around the room. "I take it the Nyctari aren't much for decorum. Or is that a trait that you alone possess?"
"What? Oh the room? Don't worry about that, we've got some exciting prospects for you Lorelai. As Vlad's progeny we could bring you in as a made man."
"A made man? What is that? I hope no one's going to make me male. That would offend me even more than I already have been. That would not be wise."
"Uh. They weren't kidding when they said you were old huh? A made man is basically a full member of the family, you'd get a cushy job, or a job with some upward growth available. Some prime feeding spots to yourself, nothing too fancy to start, and you won't have to worry about other vamps poaching."
"I see. What are you...Valentino?"
"Well, I'm a Lieutenant. A couple of steps up. You'd be like Larissa outside." It dawned on the pudgy man that perhaps he should have come up with a convincing lie. Or maybe called his boss for a better offer. Too bad it didn't come earlier.
"Shaun, be a dear and hold my purse. I think I'm going to throw a bit of a tantrum."
Fifteen minutes later. Outside the club.
"Shaun, call the cleaner for me. I'm afraid I may have ruined my top." Lorelai emerged from the club covered in blood.
"Already done ma'am. There's a change of clothes waiting in the car for you."
"Always anticipating my needs. I'm blessed." Lorelai climbed into the vehicle and began changing.
"You've probably just made a large number of powerful enemies ma'am." Shaun spoke with his back to the open window, to preserve his lady's modesty. "Perhaps we should reach out to the Bloodbloom syndicate. They've been calling as well."
"The thought had occurred to me. The Bloodbloom syndicate? What a colorful name." Lorelai finished changing and stuck her head out the window. "What do we know about them."
"Unfortunately little, other than the streets whisper of some trouble between the two." Shaun had recieved a call earlier in the night from Vladimir explaining the situation.
"Enemy of my enemy and all that? With a name like the Bloodbloom syndicate I'm sure they do something fun."
"Named for their Matriarch I believe."
"Ah! Run by a woman too? Maybe they'll have better sense."
"I hear she's quite corpulent."
"You know me Shaun. It's what's on the inside that counts."
Then she'd eat them all. She didn't even remember her mother, but she was pretty sure she would have taken exception to being called...whatever it was.
It was starting to get dull now though. Is this the kind of thing that happens in California when one doesn't return the calls of pompous young fools who have, for some reason she couldn't divine, declared themselves important? She dialed a number on her cell.
"Shaun, I need picked up again. Set up a meeting with these, Nyctari? Or whatever."
"Are you alright ma'am?"
"Unfortunately yes. They didn't even manage to make me bleed a little this time, how rude."
An hour later. Lorelai's condo.
Lorelai smiled as she pulled the silk top over her head. She did so love the feel of silk, smooth and almost unnoticeable it glid over the skin without so much as a trace. Like a cat stalking prey, leaving nothing disturbed in its wake. She let out a small giggle, was she empathizing with a fabric? Perhaps she had gone mad after all.
"Mi'lady, your car awaits." Shaun stood at the doorway to her bedroom.
"Will you ever simply call me Lorelai you old bat?" She favored him with a grin.
"I don't believe so ma'am." He hardly showed it, but the small upturn at the corner of his mouth betrayed a smile.
"Would you at least dispense with the titles? You, and only you, may call me asshole." She stood still as he fixed the ribbon on her head.
"I do believe there will come a day when I stop calling you Mi'lady."
"Is there now?" Lorelai made a show of pouting.
"I hear one doesn't get to speak much once they've died for the last time." He flashed one of his rare grins
"Oh you!" She threw her purse at him. "You've offended me for the last time old man. I do think I'll eat you now."
Shaun cocked an eyebrow, not afraid in the slightest. "Do be sure to put on a bib before you do ma'am, blood is hard to get out of silk."
At that she laughed, and didn't stop laughing until they'd reached the car waiting outside.
If only Shaun was a woman. Lorelai thought to herself as she examined the passing buildings. Then she'd...The train of thought took her back to a particular elf.
By the time they'd arrived outside the closed nightclub she was in a foul mood. Shaun was tense next to her, surely thinking about how nice it would be if this meeting went well. Lorelai scoffed, they hadn't even gotten a boss to meet her, this was evidently the haunt of a local lieutenant of some kind.
Getting out of the car Lorelai made her way to the front door. It was being guarded by two very large men.
"What's this? Get outta here, this ain't no place for high schoolers." The first man spoke.
"I'm Lorelai Von'Strauss I have an appointment." She was somewhat accustomed to people making assumptions about her due to her size. So she'd let that one slide, in the name of civility.
"You're Vlad's spawn? I always thought the guy sounded weird, but to think he was a ped-" The first kick stopped his laughter and destroyed most of the man's kneecap. The second sent him skidding down the street half a block, leaving a trail of dead blood behind him.
"Did you learn from his mistake? Or should I eagerly await yours?" Lorelai surveyed the second man with contempt.
The man evidently was wiser than his companion, and simply stepped aside. Lorelai pushed her way into the darkened nightclub. It had a similar layout to the one she'd had her little romp with Lexi in. Lexi, Lorelai had her number, maybe she'd call later. Her thoughts were interrupted by the approach of yet another of her kin, this one a small dark haired woman.
"I trust you found the place just fine?" She asked, trying to make polite conversation.
"My driver seemed to, I can't be bothered to pay attention to such banalities. You're going to need a new doorman I think, the one you had was quite rude."
The woman took a glance at Lorelai's shoes which were stained with the thug's blood. Or rather the blood of whoever he'd been feeding from. "I see, I'll make sure he finds...lower brow employment."
"You know when I was young it was fashionable to offer up offensive servants as a meal to the offended." She sighed. "I was disappointed when that went out of vogue. No matter, see that it doesn't happen again, or I'll start blaming their masters for not instilling grace and manners when they had the chance."
"O-of course ma'am." Smile gone, the woman led her to a back room. "Valentino's in there."
She stepped into a spacious office. What would have been a rather luxurious office was diminished by the poor cleanliness however. Was everyone going to offend her tonight? Behind a wooden desk that was covered in coffee rings, and scratch marks that she could only presume resulted from cutting lines, sat a plump and decidedly unpleasant looking man.
"Lorelai, welcome, have a seat. We've much to discuss." He offered a hand, which Lorelai waved away.
"I think I'll stand thank you." She looked around the room. "I take it the Nyctari aren't much for decorum. Or is that a trait that you alone possess?"
"What? Oh the room? Don't worry about that, we've got some exciting prospects for you Lorelai. As Vlad's progeny we could bring you in as a made man."
"A made man? What is that? I hope no one's going to make me male. That would offend me even more than I already have been. That would not be wise."
"Uh. They weren't kidding when they said you were old huh? A made man is basically a full member of the family, you'd get a cushy job, or a job with some upward growth available. Some prime feeding spots to yourself, nothing too fancy to start, and you won't have to worry about other vamps poaching."
"I see. What are you...Valentino?"
"Well, I'm a Lieutenant. A couple of steps up. You'd be like Larissa outside." It dawned on the pudgy man that perhaps he should have come up with a convincing lie. Or maybe called his boss for a better offer. Too bad it didn't come earlier.
"Shaun, be a dear and hold my purse. I think I'm going to throw a bit of a tantrum."
Fifteen minutes later. Outside the club.
"Shaun, call the cleaner for me. I'm afraid I may have ruined my top." Lorelai emerged from the club covered in blood.
"Already done ma'am. There's a change of clothes waiting in the car for you."
"Always anticipating my needs. I'm blessed." Lorelai climbed into the vehicle and began changing.
"You've probably just made a large number of powerful enemies ma'am." Shaun spoke with his back to the open window, to preserve his lady's modesty. "Perhaps we should reach out to the Bloodbloom syndicate. They've been calling as well."
"The thought had occurred to me. The Bloodbloom syndicate? What a colorful name." Lorelai finished changing and stuck her head out the window. "What do we know about them."
"Unfortunately little, other than the streets whisper of some trouble between the two." Shaun had recieved a call earlier in the night from Vladimir explaining the situation.
"Enemy of my enemy and all that? With a name like the Bloodbloom syndicate I'm sure they do something fun."
"Named for their Matriarch I believe."
"Ah! Run by a woman too? Maybe they'll have better sense."
"I hear she's quite corpulent."
"You know me Shaun. It's what's on the inside that counts."
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Alyssa didn't like the idea of camping just outside a temple potentially filled with eldritch evils and a horde of undead. Many undead feared the sun, she'd prefer to make her approach with the sun blazing overhead.
On the other hand if they got the temple within sight she could take a cursory glance at the structure and perhaps gain some insight into what they might face inside. She at least be able to cast a divination or so into the nature of the most common threats. That would certainly allow her to make a more informed decision about what spells to memorize for the endeavor.
"I guess I can see pros and cons to either approach. I'll defer to the wisdom of the rest of you in this, but as a warning. I don't do my best work tired." She went through a mental check list of the spells left in her memory. "I do have quite a few invisibilities left, enough fire to get through a few more scrapes, and a magic circle or so just incase. I say if Jarvis has a consecrate available we go for it, otherwise it might be wiser to camp an hour or so out."
On the other hand if they got the temple within sight she could take a cursory glance at the structure and perhaps gain some insight into what they might face inside. She at least be able to cast a divination or so into the nature of the most common threats. That would certainly allow her to make a more informed decision about what spells to memorize for the endeavor.
"I guess I can see pros and cons to either approach. I'll defer to the wisdom of the rest of you in this, but as a warning. I don't do my best work tired." She went through a mental check list of the spells left in her memory. "I do have quite a few invisibilities left, enough fire to get through a few more scrapes, and a magic circle or so just incase. I say if Jarvis has a consecrate available we go for it, otherwise it might be wiser to camp an hour or so out."
If no one steps up to GM this, I'm going to by tomorrow night.
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@EWilldenSweet! I love camp scenes, who takes watch? Who gets ambushed, character interactions, so on.
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Alyssa smiled at the idea of circling back for the dragon once their quest was finished. A dragon, a real dragon. Alyssa found them inspiring, a creature of true unbridled freedom, near limitless life, and great wisdom. She was hoping it would be friendly.
Vivian's comments about the way the guild had handled this echoed her own, from clear back in the tavern. There would be only two reasons for that. A: They didn't actually expect them to come back. This concerned her, what if instead of a chalice they discovered the guild was trying to feed them to something. Or B: They weren't going to pay them at all. This was perhaps more concerning. There was a small possibility, however faint, that whatever was in this temple was so terrible, that the Guild might kill them to keep it's secret.
"Don't worry about it too much." Alyssa reached back and patted Vivian's thigh comfortingly. "They either don't expect us to return, or they intend to murder us when we get back."
"Either way I'm pretty good at not getting murdered, and getting paid reguardless of whether anyone wanted to pay me or not. I'd be happy to employ those talents on behalf of our little band."
"Are we going to camp before we get there?" She yawned. "I could do to hit my spellbook again, I don't exactly have my temple raiding spells prepared."
Vivian's comments about the way the guild had handled this echoed her own, from clear back in the tavern. There would be only two reasons for that. A: They didn't actually expect them to come back. This concerned her, what if instead of a chalice they discovered the guild was trying to feed them to something. Or B: They weren't going to pay them at all. This was perhaps more concerning. There was a small possibility, however faint, that whatever was in this temple was so terrible, that the Guild might kill them to keep it's secret.
"Don't worry about it too much." Alyssa reached back and patted Vivian's thigh comfortingly. "They either don't expect us to return, or they intend to murder us when we get back."
"Either way I'm pretty good at not getting murdered, and getting paid reguardless of whether anyone wanted to pay me or not. I'd be happy to employ those talents on behalf of our little band."
"Are we going to camp before we get there?" She yawned. "I could do to hit my spellbook again, I don't exactly have my temple raiding spells prepared."
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@EWilldenWhere you planning on doing a camp scene before we got there? Wondering, because I'd include stuff like looking for spots in my post.
Alas I'm off to sleep, if nothing else I'd be willing to do it as well. I'm an experienced GM, although new to the play by post format. So goodnight everyone.
@Aerandir I nominate this guy. We made up a scene about a murder and it was cool.
Also we'd been PMing about ways to revitalize and keep things moving untill kitty came back. I liked his ideas. Also as far as kitties character are concerned, I was thinking of dividing them up (With medusa for the GM) and just continuing as is. We didn't really even get started on the main plot so it could go just about anywhere from here.
Also we'd been PMing about ways to revitalize and keep things moving untill kitty came back. I liked his ideas. Also as far as kitties character are concerned, I was thinking of dividing them up (With medusa for the GM) and just continuing as is. We didn't really even get started on the main plot so it could go just about anywhere from here.
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