Redthorn Anvil

Dragon Riders ?

@Darkiplier I can understand that--it can be kinda limiting when the GM basically controls everything, it's nice to have some breathing room to do dumb shit if the players want to XD
I myself am not well-versed in the art of group roleplays, I haven't done one in years, all my roleplays currently are 1x1s for the most part. Right off the bat, your idea feels good for a group roleplay, with the four kingdoms and such, people can spread out all over the place. Someone's going to have to make a lot of other characters to make sure everyone can interact with the world, though, otherwise the players will feel kinda left out and not important to the story, or whatever plot you end up forming, even if it's a loose plot. So unless there's like some sort of hub where everyone can meet up, like a headquarters of sorts for the riders, you may need to have a lot of NPC characters on hand if someone's wandering around in a different country than everyone else. Or you could require everyone to have a minimum of four characters--one at least for each kingdom. To make it fair, you'd also have to have at least that many, that way you're giving everyone some attention.
These are just some ideas, you really don't want this RP to die because your players don't feel welcome or important. That would be very sad.

Dragon Riders ?

@Darkiplier It sounds like it could be promising--I've done so many plots like this before, I can't even tell you--Like you mentioned, I think it could use some expanding...If you want to build a nice big plot out of it, I'd be more than happy to do some brainstorming with you. I myself won't have much time for roleplaying until after finals, but that gives you a few days to really get some details in before you start it. After finals, I might be up for it.

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@Rademenes Your English sounds just fine, but I can't blame you--it's kind of a difficult language, especially since it breaks a lot of its own rules, and has so many of those rules. Have a great time here on the Guild!

The Apex - IC Hangout Thread

Once again, the strange woman seemed to be addressing no one in particular--or anyone who would listen. Hadrian had never heard of a...Rubik's cube. Whatever that was. Why, and how, would someone 'solve' a cube? It made no sense.
Hadrian came to the conclusion that this woman might possibly be insane.
He frowned. All her queries had been stated in a tone that sounded rhetorical, as though she hadn't actually expected them to be answered.
Why would anyone go to the trouble of addressing nobody and asking questions that weren't meant to be answered? It made no logical sense.
He felt that his other voice was itching to say something, but he paid it no heed.
Now he was convinced that she was...off. He wasn't sure what--if anything--he ought to do.
But then, there might not be anything he could do.
So he simply continued to stare, too confused by the strange woman to know what else he could do.

You could set her on fire.

"Enough, Proach!" Hadrian spat. He didn't seem to realize that he'd actually spoken aloud.

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Exodus

"You're not wrong." T'vor replied to her statement casually. "I see no reason to smile or be amiable if it would be a false face to wear. Which it would."

"No, it isn't. You're in my tent." Sephiroth replied to her first query.
"Not with that attitude, no. You took her too literally. Never take someon's word at face value, princess. You slipped up, perhaps, but everyone does. The one who claims not to is a fool and a liar. I've had my share of mistakes, yet I am still a ruler, am I not? Don't give up so easily, your Highness. That is the coward's road. You will learn from this mistake, and that is all. There's no drama about it."
He continued eating for a moment.

"Enough of this talk. I tire of speaking. Eat." He placed the four little dragons on the ground so they could roam about and stretch, or do whatever.

The Apex - IC Hangout Thread

Suddenly, there appeared to be someone else in Hadrian's field of vision. Whoever it was seemed rather...jittery.
Ugh, jollity. She disgusts me, Hadrian.
It was precisely comments like these that made Hadrian dislike being around people. Once more, he ignored the voice. The woman who'd appeared waved. Hadrian was quite sure whether or not the gesture had been directed at him, so he ignored that, too. He didn't bother to even try to hide the fact that he was openly staring at her with somewhat squinted eyes.
Stop being so boring, Hadrian. Let's find something--or someone--to set ablaze. It would be entertaining.
Enough of your voice. We're not doing anything of the sort. He finally retorted. The voice faded away, grumbling irately.

Exodus

"I eat alone." He told the woman simply. "But I'm not in a mood bad enough to boot anyone who's desperate enough to sit at my table." He added as he marched away after his friend.That was likely the closest thing to an open invitation that she was ever going to get from him. He had actually considered taking his food back to his tent, but he knew that once he had it, he'd want to eat it as soon as possible. An extra trip back to his tent didn't appeal to him.

He made his way to the long tent that was being used to house all the dining that went on during the day. The place was already filling up, but it was easy for him to gain entrance due to the rather wide path that opened up for him as he approached. Having his reputation did have its benefits from time to time. He knew Sephiroth would eat in his tent, the man didn't like crowds at all, so he didn't bother trying to locate him. He simply headed for the food, got what he wanted, and stole an empty table in the far corner, where he could observe the goings-on.

As T'vor had predicted, Sephiroth did indeed take his food out with him and carried it back to his tent, but he also carried a second plate. He'd had a feeling that the princess had been sleeping off her drunken stupor all day, and he knew she'd likely be hungry when she'd awoken, so he thought he'd spare her the trouble of struggling through a crowd of people with a headache.

Once he'd reached his tent, he entered and wordlessly left the young lady's food atop his trunk, before settling himself down in a chair quietly and eating his own.

Exodus

"Anything brighter than the moon hurts my eyes." T'vor replied simply. Clearly he didn't care much about such details as the sky's color.

"I know what you mean. I've had a headache since we landed. I doubt we're the only Demons who have that problem. Still though, it's an interesting change." Sephiroth noted.

"A painful one. Are you still on for tonight?"

"Naturally. Where are we off to?"

"The clearing by the lake isn't a bad spot."

"It really isn't. I look forward to it. After all this, I could use something to settle my nerves. I suppose we should get to dinner, or She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed'll have both our hides if she gets a suspicion that we aren't eating enough." Sephiroth nodded once to the Angel. "Glad to see you're settling in. Do me a favor and give the old man a hard time once in a while--between you and me, if someone doesn't push back at him a few times a week, I don't think he feels appreciated." With a sly smirk, and a wink at T'vor, Sephiroth made his way back down the hill.

"I'm not quite old enough to be deaf, Sephiroth." He growled.

Exodus

"Perhaps."

"Thank you, Anuriel. I'm sure we'll both keep that in mind." Sephiroth replied to the woman's invitation. When she left, the two turned to each other.

"I wouldn't bargain you hair away if you truly don't want to spend the effort to cut it." T'vor advised.

Sephiroth smirked, then scooped up the dragonlets. "I hear noise outside. Shall we go see?" He asked rhetorically, standing. T'vor followed suit. "It sounds like she's doing quite a number on those fluffy-winged slackers." T'vor noted. The two of them made their way past tents and uphill to observe the training exercise. There were feathers everywhere.
"And they call themselves fighters--they're molting everywhere." T'vor commented to Sephiroth.
"Oh, you mean like me."
"Granted, yours is a rather unique position. I'd have a hard time trying to keep my wings groomed if they were that big."
"Thanks for the consideration."
"No charge." T'vor spotted Damien.
"Does he know about the dragons?"
"I don't think so." Sephiroth replied.
"Hm, well, let's not distract from the goings-on."
"I think your face is enough of a distraction already. Or lack of one." Sephiroth rapped the other man's helm.
"There's uglier faces."
"Oh, I don't know about that, T'vor. Yours is pretty high on the list."
"So's yours."
Sephiroth chuckled at that.