Mokley

Seeking a Fellow Storyteller (original fantasy)

I'm 32, I'm female, and I like imaginative fantasy and RPing male characters as a main (but I do on occasion play female). Most of my stories include mixed-technology original worlds, folklore and witchcraft, giant monsters and secret ruins, sky-jellyfish and walking houses. I love dynamic character interactions more than I love romance, and I love romance when it's hard-fought and bittersweet. I love writing about love (MxF or MxM). I hate writing about sex. I have a full-time job, but most of the time I can post daily. PM or Google Docs are great.

I don't have a plot list or a pairing list or a genre list. I have characters. My favorites are kinda tropey but effective: the scowlygrowly one, the trickster, the runaway, to name a few. I'll usually create a new character -- and a new plot for that character -- for each RP. I'll come up with a plot for my character, you have a plot for yours. We'll decide where those plots intersect, and begin at that scene. I assume that each of us will take turns controlling the plot of the moment, and all the environments and characters that come with it.

There's really not much else that's not summed up here. Drop me a PM if you're interested! :)

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@Eventua It's still a great idea! Go ahead as planned, of course. :D

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@Mokley You mean 1x1 in PMs?
And I've got no problems with it as each character can actually meet Sorn initially, then part ways or something before they stumble across him again who know how long later.

@Loki Odinson

Yup, exactly my thought!

@Mokley So it's like he explored all over the place already and met everyone in different circumstances?

@Rekaigan

Yup, you got it! Probably while he was a pirate, I can just come up with reasons he's not with his crew.

My reasoning is that we could post the PM 1x1 later as a flashback chapter, which would satisfy the character's introduction into the story. We can swing by that character's island to pick them up with a smaller adventure in the main RP, some introductions among the characters, then we'll be off to the next. I love the character intro story method, but I don't love that everyone is forced to wait so long for a chance to write, haha.

A downside is that other PCs wouldn't be involved with the intro adventure, which kinda sucks.

We could totally do both! If you (or multiple players!) would prefer to do your intro through PM, drop me a message! Otherwise we'll do your intro in the main RP as originally planned. Both are great. :D

@Daglobster@CollectorOfMyst@Diexsmiling@drewccapp@Eventua

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I have a crazy idea, you guys. Tell me I'm insane.

What if every character were to start out with a 1x1 in which they meet Sorn? We could play around with timelines, it wouldn't matter when they met, only that they know each other.

So now, in the group RP, Sorn would be specifically on his way to find your character, on purpose. We'd spend a short time picking up each character, maybe a few issues to solve along the way, but possibly would be relatively quicker to get everyone onboard.

I'm just considering ways to not have people waiting for months just to post. xD

Thoughts?

Lantern

Ok guys I'm gonna do a post thing here soon, but if it seems like I've forgotten my own damn lore, you'd be absolutely correct. I have no clue what's going on and I'm making it up as I go. :D

Maybe it'll better this way. xD

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@Rekaigan Thanks! No sweat! See you when you return! :D

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@Nemaisare We'll be around awhile and always open -- definitely swing by when your schedule opens up! :D

Dragon's Mask

"Ask her ta turn us back?" The fox raised her head a little, curious at that novel thought. She looked up at the sky, her mouth closing slowly, imagining what it might be like to ask such a thing of the Gold Lady. She shook her head quickly. "No, no, no! I couldn't do that! She's the Gold Lady! The most important person in this whole world! What if I mess up? What'd everyone think of me? Oh, I don't think bein' human is worth that risk."

"I do," the mouse squeaked defiantly. Dooa wriggled his nose at Riley, and he pointed with a little paw over Riley's clasped hands at the open elevator that stood awkwardly at the edge of the top of the tower. Inside looked nearly identical to the little room that Riley had first arrived in, and had left behind at the horrors' restaurant. "That can take us to the library -- and the Gold Lady!"

The fox looked far less pleased. "You'd barge in unprepared, then? The horrors'll be guarding her, an' there's no reasoning with them. Best have a friend and a bit o' glimmerdust, and a bite to eat just in case." She turned a dark eye to Arthur, and very subtly motioned toward the silent robot on the porch of the little house with the broken window and the closed door -- and the windmill that rose beside it, with the great mountain-crystal shining beyond it.

The wind swirled on the grassy tower-top; the windmill's sails caught it and spun slowly with a soothing k-thump, k-thump, as it had turned for innumerable years. There was a little door in the old stone windmill, which would open with a shove and a push. Inside the windmill was shiny and dusty and warm. As the sails turned high above, a grindstone turned and rolled in the pulverized glimmer of pink crystals, fed into the machine by a perpetual clockwork pulley that ticked and spun through a hole high in the far wall.

The door to the house, similarly, could be opened with a turn and a shove. There was little here besides a few cozy chairs and an unmade bed in the corner, and the kitchen where several cupcakes had been tossed on the floor, but perhaps there was food to be found among the cupboards -- like a fresh carrot pie and a jar of chestnuts and a basket of ripe sweet plums. Beside the front door were two pair of soft boots, a flute and a hatchet.

And the robot -- well, he only needed a winding to be good as new.

The elevator, with a press of the correct coppery button, could easily open upon the very same library where Riley and Nina had very narrowly escaped capture not so long ago -- and had heard the quiet sadness of a woman singing.

Dragon's Mask

Writing FOR kids has been kind of a trip. It's a different perspective for sure!