POOHEAD189

Which setting would you like to see more of in Roleplays?

Truth be told I would also love a Warcraft Roleplay, but anything past Frozen Throne and I'd need some refreshing on the lore.
@Euphonium

Which setting would you like to see more of in Roleplays?

Greyhawk RPs
Forgotten Realm's RPs
Nordic/Viking RPs
Pulp RP's
Star Wars (Old Republic) RP's
Court Intrigue RP's
Diablo RPs
Wheel of Time RP
Lord of the Rings RP
Fading Suns RP...

Famous Quotes You Shouldn't Say During Sex

"Let the cum! Within these walls, we will outlast them!"

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Nearly tumbling down the stairs, the Ostlander leaped and over the last set of stairs to land at the bottom of the stairs. He slammed the door behind him and locked the door, turning to see himself nearly at the precipice of a cliff overlooking the river that Camilla no doubt had fallen into. The gloom was deadening, and the cavern loomed about like a great maw fanged at every orifice of its mouth. A lair of beasts from man's instinctual nightmares. It brought a cold chill to Cyrdic's spine, but he willed himself to continue. Most men wouldn't have. He felt the tug to simply just leap over the cliff to end the terror that awaited.

But Cyrdic was not afraid of beasts. He'd had one lurking within him since Middenheim. Idly he gripped the hilt of his runic blade, and turned to navigate the cliff face he found himself on, spotting a ruined shack of a building that seemed built into the far wall, across a narrow stretch of the rocky outcropping. Slowly, he thinned his gait until he nearly walked sideways, feeling the free flowing air carried by the river merely a stride in front of him.

A sudden howl and a crash echoed out of the building he was navigating to, and it nearly pitched him over the side. Briefly he thought going that way might not be the best idea anymore. But then he realized only one person would be down here to fight these aberrations, and he picked up the pace, whimpering like a hound at bay until he made it to wider ground. He unsheathed his sword and sprinted until the ruined building practically vomited an undead horror out of its door, flailing and trying to right itself. The cuts on its arm were unmistakable.

"Camilla!" he called, trying to make his way around the strange beast, a parody of a bat and a wolf infused by unholy magic. He didn't make it five feet before its bestial head snapped to look at him, snarling with a guttural voice that sounded as if it could break stone. Like a dog yanking on a leash, it scrabbled forward toward Cyrdic even before it regained its footing. The big Ostlander would no doubt have been devoured if he stayed idle, but his sword was out and slicing across the hideous maw of the beast without a second thought, Cyrdic snarling back at it.

It managed to strike Cyrdic in the chest with its claw, bloodying the man and knocking him to the ground. But he never lost grip of his sword, hacking into its chest and ripping into a rib. It buckled as Cyrdic sliced into another arm, but its next claw swipe wwas steadier, and Cyrdic had to roll out of the way before it hit. The patch of stone where Cyrdic had lay was cut. The Ostlander didn't stop to continue his fight with the thing. He instead turned and ran into the building it had fallen out of, knowing it would recover from his cuts within the minute.

"Love! I'm here!" he yelled into the building, vaulting over broken ornaments and stonework to reach where he knew she would be. He could smell her scent. Within moments he could hear the breaking of the wooden door behind him, and as Cyrdic passed room to room the hacking apart of wood and stone grew louder. His breathing was growing shallow from the running and the wound he received. He didn't even have time to look at it.

Making his way up another set of stone carved stairs, breathing labored, he crashed through the door in front of Camilla, her sword raised as if to strike whatever came through the door. Her face wide with shock.
@Penny

Which setting would you like to see more of in Roleplays?

Pulp - Indiana Jones type stuff or 50s/60s sci-fi aesthetic
Lovecraftian Horror
Picaresque fantasy

@Penny

It's known a love the top suggestion, but a Picaresque Fantasy RP is something I didn't know I needed!

Which setting would you like to see more of in Roleplays?

Fantasy post apocalyptic is something that tickles my imagination.

@Greenie

I too, would love a Shannara RP

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Shout out to all of you guys being communicative!!!

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

It was a curious thing, Cyrdic would think later, that despite facing Dragons, Wights, and the Daemons of hell itself, that the most horrifying thing in his life is hearing Camilla scream. He wasn't fast enough to reach her, and as he skid to a stop at the precipice, he could at least hear rushing water. Calm down, man. She can take care of herself, you know she can. It will not help her to have you panicking up here. He also had more immediate dangers as the thing raised from the kindling of where it had crashed.

Its skin, if the slime encrusted fabric-like hull on its body could truly be called that, looked both wet and perpetually dried all at once. But what was more horrifying was its snarling curl of a mouth, with fangs dripping what Cyrdic imagined was pox ridden mucus. It raised its haunches like a wolf, something Cyrdic was all too familiar with from his dreams. He knew what to expect, and when the thing jumped impossibly fast, Cyrdic was already moving, his sword where his body once stood. Most men wouldn't have the strength to cut the flying monstrosity, but were it his powerful form or his runic sword, the Ghoul was sliced from balls to brains and left to hit the wall.

He looked at the ghoul slumping, wondering if a former corpse could become a corpse again...

It looked like it. Briefly he wanted to jump down into the hole that led to where Camilla was, but he would likely sink far easier than she. Not that he wasn't prepared to if he found no other way down. He turned and gazed deeper into the catacombs, now hearing more shuffling in the deep of the various crypts. Likely they had landed in a nest of the things. "Ulric's balls." he cursed, and simply ran further into the gloom, passing awakening beasts and hoping beyond hopes he would find an exit before he was surrounded. A wretched screech to his left got his attention as a ghoul swiped at him. It likely merely scratched his brettonian apparel, and he ran it through before it could fully utilize itself.

It melted under the blazing runes of the Ulrican Sword, but behind him more Ghouls were gathering, and they would be less sluggish than this one.

There was a turn up ahead, and he could feel the cool feeling of new air just as he felt the shambling of undead beasts behind him, itching to taste warm flesh in their jowls. Down another corridor, he ran into a large door of yew, bound in iron bolts. He tried to open it, but the door wouldn't budge. Beyond, he could hear running water. Roaring with pentup rage, he slammed his massive fists into the wood twice, thrice, and another brought it down.

Ironically, the door wouldn't fit going down the roughly hewn stairs, so he kept it at the top to ward off anything that pursued, though truth be told it would only cause a dozen seconds delay at most. He didn't care, rushing into the lower depths to find Camilla.
@Penny

Winx Club Universe 2 RP (Open)

@Elite Gamer No worries, you're fine. I like giving people the benefit of the doubt.

Winx Club Universe 2 RP (Open)

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To. Zion
From. Goddess the one true goddess god.

In this reality I don't punish LGBT, but if they start infesting the place to much bothering the heterosexual folks, I will turn 99% of them heterosexual again by force. I personally like LGBT. Why be a dude while you can be a hot lesbian very pretty fine to?
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@Elite Gamer

This is breaking rule 1.7 in the Guild rules I believe. UNLESS you mean like, people are pushing their sexual orientation on others, which then THEY would likely be violating rule 1.7 however, even if that were the case and you were simply warning against that, you should tread carefully. As long as you are not stating that people need to adhere their character's sexualities toward your own agenda, you can carry on.