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9 yrs ago
Current Getting new RP ideas is agonizing when you realize you need to shelf them until you're less busy.
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9 yrs ago
The Owls are not what they seem... roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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9 yrs ago
Oh hey now, I just passed 1000 posts. Good god.
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9 yrs ago
Exams are done, Thesis is done, alright let's get back into this 'RP' thing, huh?
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9 yrs ago
Thesis is finally complete, now to curl up and die (but probably rp a bit first)

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Too easy, i'll need someone to play this character's only real High School friend, as well as someone to play his old Tormentor.
@Prudence
Should we toss CS's straight into the Characters tab, or put them in OOC first for your approval?
Looks like this could be decent, probably going to work on a sheet sometime soon.


Colour me interested
@SouffleGirl123
Not going to lie, I sung it in my head.
@Lady Amalthea@SgtEasy

Personally I think a Time Lord Hobo is the best thing that could ever be.
Lucan Cauldwell

Location: The Crossed Swords Tavern
Interacting With: Kyra, Alto, Ash, Lob, Sundos, Sona


Remaining fairly silent as Kyra had her last words with Marcus, Lucan moved along with her back toward the Tavern, waiting for Marcus to be out of earshot before he finally said anything. "Already managed to piss off the local lawmen... Great." He'd add a soft chuckle after he spoke, a joking tone to his voice, but the slightest hint of honest awkwardness. As they got back to the tavern itself, Lucan moved inside with Kyra and looked over to the group by the fire, spotting the elven female and realising they'd taken on yet another. Moving over the fire, Lucan didn't bother to take a seat, standing by Kyra as he rested his hands on the pommel of his sword, eyes glancing over each of the individuals who sat by the fire, rapidly growing used to Lob's bursts of shouting.

"Well - now that we're not making the Constable angry, i'm Lucan - just passing through, or at least I was, managed to pick up some work escorting a trader through Orc territory... Any of you would be welcome to join, i'm sure." Lucan explained rather simply as he looked over the group, finally getting to the point of why he'd joined them in the first place, glancing over to Kyra.

"In fact, the merchant i'm escorting asked if you specifically would be interested." He commented, giving her a gentle nod as he kept his left hand on his blade pommel, shifting his right up to the scarf around his neck as he adjusted it, the heat of the fire making it somewhat uncomfortable, but he made no effort to remove it as he stood by the fire quietly, waiting for the others to either introduce themselves, or to provide an answer to his offer.
Listening idly to the conversation, Nolan was rather amused by the persuasive tone which the dwarf took on, taking note of the explanation they were given. It seemed fairly simple, a Lyrium mine which needed clearing, then of course there was the mention of the Venatori. Nolan already disliked people from the Imperium, so the cultists who had started acting up in the area were not a group held any sympathy for - but he was smart enough to know they weren't a group to be trifled with. Similarly, Nolan was more than aware that Red Lyrium was not something to be trifled with, having been from Kirkwall, he was aware of the corruption it could spread, and he'd encountered it more than a few times since he'd begun his peacekeeping.

Listening to the group discussion, Nolan's eyes drifted down the cave as the sound of shuffling grew along with the red light, more than aware of what was coming. Before Flint even called out toward him, Nolan shifted his free hand up to the fire in his hand, swirling his hand about it as the ball grew in ferocity and size, waiting for the two warriors among them to ready themselves for the oncoming battle as the mob would reveal themselves. Not bothering to wait for Clara to finish her prayer, Nolan thrust his hand outward, the fireball flying over the dwarf as it would slam into one of the corrupted miners from the front, exploding in a large ball of flame, engulfing another one of the mob in flame as they fell to the ground, providing the cave with some light as the shamblers slowly died, their screams filling the cavern as Nolan took hold of his staff with a flourish.

"Apologies in advance for the smell." Nolan quipped in a matter-of-fact manner, shifting his staff in his hands as he made another flourish, swinging it so the tip pointed outward, a much smaller ball of flame flying outward as it collided with another member of the mob, not quite having the same effect as the larger fireball, but setting the man's clothes alight as he continued his crazed, shambling march toward the group. Twirling his staff in his hands, he let it shift to his side once more as he lowered his free hand to his side, beginning to prepare another, larger spell - allowing his companions to join the fight themselves for the time being.

Nolan had been hoping for a far more simple job, especially seeing the Templars he and Clara had been sent to deal with were already dead, but this day was shaping up to only become more and more complicated - all Nolan could do at this point was hope that it did not get any worse. But then again, the chances of that now were slim to none.
Joel Grau


Location: Munich Airport Hilton, Senatorial Suite
Interacting With: Me, Myself and I
Date: March 3rd


It took a little over a day for Joel to speak to his Commanding Officer, along with a pair of security consultants regarding the package he'd received. Eventually, after some clarification and general security checks, it was decided that the offer which had been extended to Joel was neither a threat, nor a very elaborate scheme to get some time off on his part, and the man was able to actually start on the paperwork which would lead to his leave. Finally having his application for leave approved, Joel left the base and took a bus into Munich proper, duffle bag over his shoulder as he looked over the black card he'd been provided, standing at the bus station in Munich as he thought of what he'd buy. Joel hadn't really had to purchase anything for himself for some time, for his entire time in the military, everything he required apart from alcohol, cigarettes and snacks had been provided to him, and he only had two rather simple pairs of civilian clothing.

"Orient Express... Probably should get something which looks nice." Joel muttered idly to himself in German, though he figured shopping personally could come later, first he needed a place to stay until the 14th. Knowing he'd be leaving from the airport for Paris, Joel hopped on yet another bus for the airport, looking through his phone for hotels close enough to the airport, specifically those with five stars, deciding to treat himself while he was able. Settling on the Hilton, he wandered in and spoke to the receptionist, after explaining his situation and showing her the card he had, he settled on the Senatorial Suite, which was, of course, the nicest room he was offered. Making his way up to the room, he tossed down his bag on the bed and changed into some casual clothes, sitting at the desk to look through the box once more.

Finding the web address and log-in, Joel let out a soft "Huh," as he grabbed his laptop from the bag by his bed, setting it on the desk and opening it up, taking a few moments to connect to the wi-fi before he opened up the web browser and the address provided. Glancing over the names of the other winners, Joel chose one at random to click on - Natasha Brinne - and watched the short video which followed. Clicking back to the main page, Joel clicked on his own name, seeing that he was able to upload a video himself, thinking it through for a moment, he eventually shrugged and decided to do so, setting his laptop up for his camera to face him properly, before he hit record.

"Uh, Hi, Hallo, Bonjour to all of you. My name is Joel Grau, one of your fellow winners, I suppose. Looking forward to the trip, if anything - for the time off at least, don't really know what to expect, though." He let out a soft chuckle, running his hand over his head as he recalled the kind of things Natasha had said in her video - essentially mimicking the precedent she'd set.

"I'm 27 years old, a member of the German Army, and I have been for six years - So I guess if you need help lifting something come to me?" He'd let out another chuckle, scratching idly at the chin of his beard.

"Oh, on a more useful note, I speak German - obviously - French, and English, so if anyone has any trouble with the language barrier, i'll be happy to help there. Well, I suppose that's it - I look forward to meeting you all, here's hoping for an enjoyable trip." Joel added a pair of shorter messages in both German and French, just for those who may not be English-speakers, before he closed the page and shut his laptop, looking back down to the black card he had as he considered what to treat himself to.

Well, he had always wanted a tailored suit.
Good lord, I'm gone just a few hours and the shipping has already started. Personally I like the idea of BobxEveryone
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