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Current Women are mysterious, eldtritch creatures. It is said a man can simply have a girlfriend were they stout of heart, but none dare attempt. Such fancies have faded into myth and legend.
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I’ve gotten two messages from the Candy Cane Elf.
2 days ago
I encourage everyone on the guild who has a friend, someone you admire, or even someone you fancy to send them a message via the Candy Cane service! roleplayerguild.com/posts/5…
3 days ago
Your daily reminder that if you're someone's friend, you should be there for them through both the good and the bad.
4 days ago
Rest in peace, David Prowse. May the Force be with you.


About Me

Name: Ben
Username: The one and only. Dare I say?
Age: 29
Ethnicity: Mixed
Sex: Male
Religion: Christian (Nondenominational)
Languages: English, Japanese (Semi-fluent & learning), I also know some Scots Gaelic, Quenyan (Elvish), and Miccosukee (My tribal tongue)
Relationship Status: Single (Though generally unavailable unless I find I really enjoy someone).

Current Projects/Freelance work

  • I am a voice talent and script writer for Faerun History
  • I have a much smaller personal Youtube channel that I use to make videos on various subjects. Only been making videos for 2 years, but it's growing!
  • I'm the host of a Science Fiction & Fantasy Podcast where I interview authors of the genre.

Interests (Includes but is not limited to)

  • Writing/Reading (Love writing and I own too many books)
  • Video Games (Been a gamer for close to 23 years now)
  • Working Out/Martial Arts (Wing Chun/Oyama Karate mostly. Some historical swordplay as well.)
  • History (Military History is my specialty)
  • Zoology
  • Art (Mostly Illustrations. Used to be good. Am picking it back up)
  • Voice Acting/Singing
  • Tabletop Gaming (Started late in the game. Been at it for 3 years. I was the kid who bought the monster manuals and D&D books just for the lore for the longest time. I've played 3.5e, 5e, Star Wars D20, Edge of the Empire, PF, and PF2.)
  • Weaponry of all kinds
  • Anime (mostly action/shonen. DBZ & YYH being my favorites)
  • Movies (Action/War/Drama films being my go-to)
  • Music (Rock of all kinds, as well as historical folk songs, sea shanties, pub songs, a bit of classical music, etc)
  • Guitar (am learning to play, but being left handed makes it challenging)
  • There's more but if you care enough you can PM me :P

Roleplay F.A.Q.

  • Fantasy, Sci Fi, and Historical are my genres. Fantasy being my favorite and Sci Fi/Historical being close seconds.
  • Advanced / Nation / 1x1 / Casual (only in certain circumstances)
  • I generally write at the 'Advanced Level' meaning 4+ Paragraphs with good grammar.
  • I am usually busy with many projects and RPs, but if you wish to do a 1x1 with me, you'll need to present your case. Those I already do it with have my trust as a Roleplayer.
  • I love many, many fictional universes so me trying to list them all is an effort in futility!


Most Recent Posts

How I feel after 4 people sent me sweet Candy Cane messages
Due to the influx of requests for Candy Canes, I kindly ask that you do not respond to my Candy Cane Mail! Instead, try dropping a thank you in this thread instead! :)

Just want to say how proud I am already of this community for being so thoughtful this Holiday Season <3

Quoting so others may see.
"What the hell are Nazi's doing here anyway!?" He exclaimed as loud as he dared. The fact they were on the island wasn't lost on him, but somehow they beat them here! That either means they were the luckiest sons of bitches, or they had information he wasn't privvy of. Which meant they needed to make all speed past the bastards or kiss the Eye of Odin goodbye and see it in the hands of Adolf Hitler. James grabbed Opportunity's hand in his, eyes set on the path before them. Just out of the fire line, there was a wooded path like a goat would create through years and years of travel. Above their position, the situation was devolving into a bloody mess. The undead norsemen likely would have been less able to handle being hit with blunt or powerful cutting objects. Bullets on the other hand did very little, as there were no working vital areas to puncture and no blood flow through their bodies. That wasn't to say there was no effect on them, as some were so riddled they fell in heaps whilst the germans tossed fragmentation grenades in their midst. It was a toss up on who would win at this point.

"Just follow me." He told her, and on the count of three, they both leaped out of the brush, bullets whizzing by not a dozen feet away as some of the Draugr turned to acknowledge their presence.

James fell into a dead sprint, his feet thudding into the mottled earth. The trees they passed grew more and more gnarled as if something was sucking the very life out of them. The air in Jame's lungs felt hot as cinders, which showcased just how much he had operated in such a frigid climate. The next time they keep an ancient artifact out of Nazi hands, he hoped they did it in the bahamas.

A nazi at the flank turned, noticing the movement. His eyes widened under his dark helm, his MP-40 discharging eight bullets a second. Dirt flew and trees were punctured as the James and Opportunity stumbled and slid, moving too fast to get a bead on the gunman. Opportunity cried out 'James!' and reached her hand out. He caught it, spinning and using his weight to counter balance her own momentum, stopping her short to fire back with her pistol, hitting the nazi twice in the chest. The german fell, but more behind him had noticed the two adventurers in the brush.

"Move! Go!" James roared, and bullets flew as the RAT-AT-AT-AT of their sub-machine guns filled their air. James knew they were dead, his heart sinking at the loss of their lives so close to their goal. Just as he felt the next bullet would end his life, they both fell flat on their asses past what was a veil in reality. It was utter quiet, and it took James a moment to realize he hadn't just died a moment before. Opportunity coughed up some dust, but they both looked relatively fine. That wasn't where they needed to be concerned. The rich soil beneath their fingers and knees stretched out before them, pierced by roots as thick as sherman tanks. Ever reaching for more nutrients, and the bones of the slain littered the base of what had to be Yggdrasil.

The World Tree.

I will respond as soon as I can. I am dealing with COVID at the moment. Hopefully getting well soon.

Hope you feel better soon my friend, that sucks.
Might there be any room for a childish, sneaky, thieving Dorcha woman?

(Yes, that one)

Why, I would be delighted to have you/her.
Sorry for the lack of responses peeps. I might reinvigorate this around new years if you guys can wait that long. I am needing to find and place and move, but after that I will have more time for a bunch of things. But for now, happy holidays!
"Maybe you're right..." Amal mused, spinning the cylinder on his middle finger idly. He was so used to people butting into their business or trying to kill or enslave them. He saw danger and conspiracy wherever he looked. Emmaline might have felt out of place there, and he couldn't blame her from her experiences, but she had the mind of a true Arabyan. He halted the cylinder's spun and bumped it upwards with his finger, nimbly catching it with his thumb before flinging it upwards like a man might with a coin. It flipped end over end to land in his hand. "It might have nothing to do with us. But it's something worth looking into, in the morning."

Opening his hand to gaze at the pendant once more, he snuggled further into the couch they sat upon. His off hand idly playing with Emmaline's hair of spun gold. His feet had been cleaned and they now dried beside the fire. "They were either stealing something, taking something somewhere, or were simply in a fight. It's an odd circumstance. It makes no sense." Amal said. "A Guild of Thieves should be in a larger city. Any organized guild set in a small town would be ousted and eliminated, or they simply wouldn't get enough jobs to live. Whatever happened, it had context elsewhere."

"Do you think something is in it?" She asked him, eyes on the pendant.

"No." He said honestly. "I could be wrong. If we do open it, we're likely to find a myriad of scratches that mean nothing to use by can change lives if the right person sees it. But I doubt there's even that in there. It's either an ordinary pendant or a key to somewhere... A key a local guildsman wouldn't think to look for, as all would have pendants just like this one. A key..." It was just a theory, but he toyed with the idea in his head all the same. There was no shortage of tombs that were opened by seemingly ordinary items in Araby.

"The... key to solving this mystery, you might say?" She said, watching him intently.

Amal's eyes brightened, his mind catching a small subtlety there. He did not know such was possible in reikspiel, but at the word play, and he chortled. "Yes! Yes," He turned his body to her and poked her nose, smiling. "That is a joke of words, yes? Like...like..." He cleared his throat. "'Might I have a word with you' and saying only one word?"
Amal, glistening with sweat on his naked, caramel skinned body was what some northerner's might call "in a mood." Someone had just interrupted his sleep and nearly killed his woman. Of course, such things usually excited him, but he had promised Emmaline and himself a vacation and these amateurs had ruined a good night's sleep.

"We were attacked, herr Gruber!" Emmaline gasped, and though she didn't need much in the way of motivation, Amal knew her well enough to know when she was putting on a show. The voluptuous woman, now draped to hide her modesty in their bedsheets fell to her knees and tugged at the inn keeper's pants leg. "Who could have done such a thing!? How could you let such a thing happen in your well to-do establishment? Is this what we paid all of this money for?"

Behind her, Amal had his trousers on in a mere second and pulled the window open. The inn keeper gaped when he leaped out into the storm without shoes or a shirt.

"He um, he does that." Emmaline explained, before gazing up at him with her big eyes, as innocent as a milk maid. Even tears glistened there as she began to infer they would not speak ill of his establishment if they were to get their money back and another free week under his roof.

Amal had hit the ground in a roll, feet hitting the mud and back rolling over a small stone pathway without his feet ever touching it. He moved like a southlands gazelle, knives in hand as he leaped and pushed off a balustrade, catching the curved roof of the building they had seen the figure upon. The building was some fancy and well built trade hub with the sign 'Jaeger's & Sons' on it. Amal made it on the roof with little effort as lightning struck through the sky once more. No matter where he looked, he found no trace of whoever had been here, nor what path led away. The mud around the building had eroded from the heavy rainfall, leaving no trace as to any tracks either. It was as if no one had ever been here at all.

A minute later, he climbed back in through the window to see Emmaline now alone, the waves of her golden hair obscuring her face as she held up a pendant she had taken from one of the men in her hand, a pendant of two crossed fingers.

"The symbol of Ranald." She said.

"I know. If there's any god I can appreciate besides Allah, it's him. Are followers of his a...militant faction here?"

She gave him a wondrous smile at his improving grammar, but shook her head. Her hand pressed against his cheek, making sure he was not catching a cold. "No, my love."

"Then we need to find out why they hate us."
*wipes away tear* What a nice idea.
He wouldn't lie and say he hadn't had similar thoughts, both on the Captain and the rig stuck there on the moon. "From the look of him, I didn't know if he'd ever been in an extraction." Kaiden relayed, shaking his head inside his helmet. "You know, I've always noticed Micha being nervous at weird times, but I chalked that up to different reasons than cowardice. I think that might be the case though, as much as I'd hate to admit it."

That didn't spell well for the ship, if this attack was the beginning of a full scale war. And there was no reason to suspect these were rogue agents acting outside any alliance chain of command.

"You're right, though, about the cruiser. It's..." He sighed. "It's our duty as Cinnabar Officers to see it doesn't rise again, regardless of the Captain's misgivings."

"What are you saying?" She asked.

"I have an idea."

Hours later.

"That was the most flagrant disregard of my command, my crew, and the bloody republic!" Micha screamed, his face so red Kaiden thought he was about to break out in hives. The crew that happened to be on the bridge watched silently, the tension in the air so thick it was hard to breathe. The two Lieutenants didn't shirk from Captain Micha's wrath, Kaiden fully acknowledging that it was likely earned, no matter if they did the right things. Many courts in the system could consider what they did an act of mutiny or even treason, at least out of context of the situation. "I should have you both stricken from the military, or at the very least demoted! In fact that does not sound like a poor idea in my ears. Starting a war, not only by attacking a peaceful scouting party, but engaging a foe that cannot fight on the ground!"

Micha was skipping over the space battle and tight maneuvering they had to pull off in order to destroy the cruiser, using a gambit of missiles and a faux retreat to catch the Alliance ship off guard. Through Kaiden's plan and Sabatine's brilliant ordering of the crew, they had won the day without any further damage, though it did lead to what Kaiden knew was a defining moment in one or two of their three careers, meaning he, Sabatine, and Micha.

"With all due respect sir, I don't think you quite understand the seriousness of the situation." Kaiden said coldly, piercing eyes boring into the Captain.

Micha guffawed, unable to contain his sheer amazement at the statement. "What the hell do you think I've been yelling about!?"

"The Alliance situation, sir. Not ours." The prince iterated dangerously. "Every man and woman on this vessel understood and faced the situation with bravery, Captain. None shirked their duties, save you." He could have mentioned Ensign Enrique, but he did not fall under the category of cowardice or shirking duties. Kaiden had to admit his orders had been so outrageous to the normal ear that anyone would have given pause, and the time simply did not warrant delay. Enrique was many things, but he was neither coward nor insubordinate. "Why do you think the crew went along with my and Lieutenant Hickoring's idea despite your misgivings?"

Micha ground his teeth, puffing up like a fat dog raising its hackles. He looked flummoxed, but too enraged to think clearly. Not that he'd likely have a good explanation after being given a moment to cool off. "That is it! I cannot believe I saw potential in you. Someone send a transmission to command and Commodore Welkins! I want these two detained and off my ship!" He cried. No one immediately made a move, so Micha continued. "You can count on your father hearing of this, Lieutenant."

Kaiden winced, despite his resolve that they did the right thing. Sabatine knew better than anyone that bringing up Kaiden's father was a sore subject. The Prince disliked the man at the best of times.
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