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In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Constantin Kolev

Location: Port Annan(Inn)-> Port Annan(Streets)
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

	As his companions rushed to leave in a great hurry, a hurry which Constantin was quite in favor of, especially when he was the one who kept reminding htem that they should get moving, he quickly started walking after them in heading outside. He was really happy that it was about time they head out and resume their search for Veta. She was someone that Constantin really didn't want to abandon on both the side of duty and on the side of friendship. She was a dear friend to him and he valued her a lot and at the same time she was important person because of her heritage and origins. Thus he could only pray she was alright... somewhere out there. Maybe she had arrived at her destination whatever that was without problems. Hopefully it was so!

	Finally outside, he quickly found his horse and joined in with Vlad who was also on his brave steed. Constantin didn't move as fast right away as they took some distance, he was looking for their German guide. Not surprisingly Constantin had found him doing some weird things not bound by his logic as a firewalker. He was sure by now that the German man had his own thread of logic reasoning that was probably sound in some way he didn't understand. Difference in ways of thinking and my the way of thinking between these two men was different on so many levels. As Vlad proceeded to attept to seemingly tease their guide, he looked around the street, eyes narrowed as he did so." Great Bazhooli, I'm sure he's got his reasons." Constantin just mentioned and looked at Ludwig. Besides the firewalker was reasonably inclined to believe that if Ludwig was really up to something it might have a hidden reason for it... Like moving giant valls... That one had left deep impression on the firewalker for the sheer amount of improbability of it being planned to be allowed to happen sometime in the past. Though to be fair he was also somewhat curios who exactly could make something like that to begin with.

"Do you still vant to ride vith me?" He asked, his horse stepping in place left and right, almost as if sensing it's rider's desire to get going." Vill be faster to ride you out of here rather than you valking out of here... I'm sure ve vill find the vay out fast." He threw in, wanting to save as much time as possible so they can travel for longer. Longer travel now, meant more grounds covered before resting for the night.

In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

Prima Rave
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Location: Shadowell Manor:  Lunar Ballroom -> Starry Salon.
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 6
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	All in all the situation was mostly moving at the best possible direction thus far, given the circumstances of it. They were alive, well and on route for a welcomed dinner." That is true. I dread to imagine any chance of survival should we have been thrown out. I'm really grateful for our host's kindness given the situation." Rave replied to Moss and let out a small smile of joy as she hurried up to keep with the Lord in heading to the Starry Salon. As she did so, she couldn't help herself and looked behind her shoulder before she left the Ballroom. There was just a little bit of a regret in this, despite everything, she was looking forward to the big Masquerade Ball. This was going to be probably the first and last chance to witness something of this magnitude, especially at this so secretive location of Shadowell. Still with a last tinge of regret she turned around and walked through the door to the Starry Salon, after the others.

	Having stepped into the Starry Salon, a few things had quickly pulled her attention away. She could spot other people now. There was one of the rest of htem, he seemed to still be wearing his mask, but the Lord more or less just asked him to follow, so he didn't seem to be minding too much. Then there was the fact some others were in front of them.

	The man who they just reunited with didn't seem to want to remove his mask just yet. She couldn't really blame him as revealing your idenity might be problematic for some. Still she was happy to have removed hers. Since most others seemed to have removed theirs, she was happy that she didn't have to guess who was underneath those. Now she'd at least know their faces. Admittedly the names weren't spoken out yet and she wasn't sure she'd reveal hers for now. She wasn't going to lie, but if they didn't ask for it, she wasn't going to go out her way to say it quiet yet. It was important to protect herself... and what mattered in the end. 

In Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting] → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

World Narrative

Gronar, Location: Forests around Suramar(Forest Path).- The night elf was even more confused about what the orc was saying. Still he did pick up on some of the meanings in those somewhat vulgar words. These creatures supposedly didn't belong to their world and were external invaders. That would explain why they seemed so... foreign and so malicious! They brought death and corruption with them and he could feel the very world hurting at their presence, at least somewhat less now that they were dead. Still even the carcasses seemed to seep corruption into nature.

	"It seems even more important we find my shan'do, my teacher. He might be able to provide us with aid on matter!" Malfurion stated as he was leading the way through the thick underbrush in the forest. Their progress was fast though, it was almost as if the forest itself was making a path for them, allowing them to pass freely through what appeared to otherwise be unpassable wall of bushes and thorns and trees. At the end of the pathway Malfurion led him through was a huge tree. It was one of the biggest trees that Gronar would have ever seen in a normal forest. It was twice as big as the other ancient trees in the forest they were in." Gronar, this is the guardian of the glade." Malfurion explained as he placed his hand on a white patch of bark." To enter you need to do the same." He urged the orc.

	"Do not be afraid if you feel a tingling sensation, the tree will be learning from you, remember you as to allow you entry next time too. It doesn't mean you harm." The druid explained. This was an ancient protector of this glade, an incredibly ancient tree. It held powerful magic inside it and served as the last line of defense to Cenarius's Glade.

Draven, Location: Mountain(Mysterious Staircase).-   "You are quite the arrogant mortal, aren't you? To wish to ride upon a red dragon just like that! HA!" The red dragon burst out in laughter as he looked at Draven and shook his head." You are lucky that the only way to enter where we are going to is through flight." He added as his blody hovered up and started morphing again, regaining it's immense size. He reached out on of his front claws and turned it upwards, nodding his huge red head to the warlock.

	"Hop in." He indicated the warlock to get into the front limb." Either you stay there on your own or I grab you like an animal and carry you that way. Also call me... Kras for short." He added, waiting for the warlock to move so they can get going." I know that you mortals tend to have troubles with our names." As for the flight, do not worry, you will neither fall or feel hte wind... I've got magic to protect you."

Fabios, Location: Cenarius's Glade(Dreamworld).-  The epherial laughter came again, as feminine and gentle as before, but clearly amuzed. No visage was to it yet, now Fabios could sense a strong presence somewhere just beyond the limits of his perception. This was a dream and drems didn't play by his rules in the end." How amusing, you are an incredible little mortal. So much will and so much pain." The voice spoke." And arrogance, but that I can forgive." The voice added as the stability of the dream seemed to shake for a moment." Release you? How wrong you are, little mortal." The voice continued with a chuckle." I was neither the one who brought you here nor am I the one who holds you here."

	"It was YOU who came into my domain by some weird concidence directly to me." The voice simply stated and Fabios would now be able to see a pair of brilliant eyes somewhere in the distance as if looking at him through some boundry." And this, these are YOUR dreams, what your heart yearns for... what it regrets... what it pains at the mere recollection of." The voice added with gently voice." But it seems our meeting is at it's end, little mortal. We may yet meet again. Now it's time for you to wake up." The voice added as the presence vanished. The dream started to fade as if the presence that just left, was what was keeping it together. Then the paladin would finally wake up, to face Cenarius and a really shy dryad who was also awake and now looking at him from around a nearby tree.

	"I see, you've finally woken up, my guest." The keeper of the forest stated with serious voice." But you see... there's just you left in my glade..." The demigod explained and looked back at the paladin." Are you per chance aware where your companion went? My sentries didn't see or sense anything. They just know she vanished after you were knocked unconscious over 5 hours ago. My daughter Nisha woke before you and brought you some water..." The demigod continued as he pointed out to a waterskin that was laying full by Fabios's feet.

	"You see, your friend's disappearance is yet another concerning sign. Maybe of my kind demand I hand you over to them for interrogation as your presence here could spell danger for the world. Dark things are walking Kalimdor as of the last day." Cenarius added and looked Fabios right in the eyes." I am reasonable to keep you here and safe for now... rather than risk your sanity in interrogations."

In Devil May Cry: Night of Knights → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Kosara

	Day was off to a flying start it seemed... literally as a big bird thing scooped down and tore the entire roof of the bus. Kosara, still laying on the back seats in a relaxed manner, rose an eyebrow at the apparent absurdity of the situation as the bird went away and all. With music rocking in her ears and wind gently caressing her face, she noticed something ahead that had spooked the driver. There they were... demons... Things like these were the reason why she had come to this city, it seems her concerns about the situation here were rightly warrented. With a smile on her face, she hopped up from the seat and with a trained movement, the zipper on the long thing bag she had was undone, revealing a long curved sword. It was light blue, kind of unnatural looking and if close enough one could sense the air moving gently around it. She grabed it as she dashed forward into the bus, jumping ontop of the seat then right out the torn off roof and outside onto the road. 

	She landed with easy as she smiled at the demons. These ones looked and WERE lesser type of demons. They weren't really sentient in a proper way. Barely more than beasts. She drew the sword from it's sheath as the air current around the sword changed and from the soft gentle flow it became stronger." It wasn't a waste to come after all, back to the demon world you go, bastards." She smiled as she dashed forward. She hadn't yet pulled a range weapon, she didn't see the need for it yet. There were 7 of the lesser draugr. She dashed to the first one with Whispers in the Wind right away and slashed at it with a vengeance. She hadn't build any momentum yet, so the dash itself wasn't the fastest. Still for enemies of this grade it was enough. 

	Her sword slashed at the demon and cut through a portion of it, but it didn't cleave it in one go yet. Then a retaliation came and she dodged away, building a lil bit of momentum as she struke at another of the demons. Her sword didn't make contact directly, but the weapon's natural ability propelled the wind forward, giving it extra range, cutting at hte demon, leaving a deep gash at it. She Then continued to dodge around and strike, dodge around and strike, pulling all of the draugr closer to one another. After a couple of hte dodges, her speed only increased even further because of her momentum build up, she started to leave afterimages. The demons were being cut apart though, it was innevitable even if she was trying to keep them going for longer. When they were all well damaged, she pulled her crossbow and dashed at the closest lesser draugr, jumping at and landing with both feet on it's head. Then she jumped further into the air, using it as a stepping stone, before pulling her sylph crossbow and using the recoil to push herself even further up. With enought air gained, she switched to holding her sword with both hands as her body suddenly turned in the air and she spun... She then started spinning even faster as her sword propelled air across the blade, sending a masive amount of slashes downwards at the clustered up lesser draugr as she did. She spun over 10 times in the air and additional one as she landed, turning all the lesser draugr into scattered pieces. 

	She took a victory stance and swung her blade one last time, causing the violent energies build up inside it to be discharged harmlessly and the blade's energy calmed down before she sheathed it up, strapping it to her back as it was a really long sword in the end and not suitable to wear at the waist.

"And set..." She stated as the battlefield returned to normal. Yeah demon hunting was the best. She now was at a choice though, where to go next? Might as well head deaper into the city and see if she could find more demons running amok to kill. It could even net her a nice payment maybe while she was busy saving out people. And saving people was important!  "Maybe it would better to kill the demons before they can arrive in the human world?" She asked herself as she started walking, pondering the idea.

In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Priscilla Harker

Location: Benha(Rose Gardens)
Skills: N/a

	The rose gardens weren't a location she had seen anything similar to in the past. It's not that she hadn't been to a bazaar street or two, or a big market with lots of people, but a whole location like this one focused on just perfumes and roses and apparently honey wasn't something she had been at before. She knew such places existed, they had to, but they never happened to be in her pathway. She liked it though at least in atmosphere and the living vibe of hte people who were moving about and doing their thing. Still there were also some negatives about the whole thing, for example the scent of roses and perfumes. Those having so many flowers and so many perfumes about, meant the scent could very well be described as overpowering for some. She wasn't quiet in that cathegory, but she did think it was a few ideas too strong for her taste. This location was just to visit, do your business here and leave before your head starts hurting from all the overpowered senses.

	Still she noted the lack of animals and the big walls that lined the gardens. It certianly was well protected, she supposed those people made their livelyhood with these flowers so it was normal for it to be guarded like it was. She also pondered the fact if the lack of cats might not be partly because of the powerful scent too. Getting over those walls looked like impossible ordeal for even the springliest of cats, but still. Why weren't the felines trying to sneak inside with the crowds? Was teh smell too much for them? This was a curious question that troubled her mind for all of a few seconds before she completely forgot about it and strode into the Gardens proper, looking around the different stalls where they were selling perfumes.

	It didn't take long to locate one close to her that seemed to have a variety of different ones. She got close and studied the presented items." Hello." She greeted, unsure if the merchant will know english, but from what she knew of merchants they usually would know a greeting on my languages. Greetings, money and NO DEAL were usually the words and phrases that were needed for a trade to be ran, in her opinion at least." That's a wide variety." She mused, looking at the merchendise." Are they all 100 percent quality? No watering down right?" She asked for confirmation and some small talk.

"Say, I'm looking to buy some perfumes for friends, family and myself. I personally am looking for something more.. mellow for myself? Not too strong or intrusive." She explained. She liked her perfumes somewhat gentler, mostly because her mother in the past used very strong and heavy scents that made her grimace." Also wondering if you have actual rose oil also?"

In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Amelia Payne
Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: Basic Russian

	It all had happened to fast and Amelia just like all the others hadn't expected for Tati to flip out on Ashton like that. At the sound of the punch, Amelia had jolted strongly, nearly knocking over the chair she was sitting on, as her head turned around to focus on the source, only to realize it was Tati, punching their leader until now right in the face. She had punched him good it seemed! Amelia was completely stunned for a moment, her body frozen in a position as if she was ready to jump out at someone, but the fact it was Tati as the culprit and Ash as the victim gave her a pause for thought. Then she started to hear the woman speak out in Russian. Amelia had some understanding on hte language by now as they traveled together for so long, so she was able to pick up on a few details in the speech.

	Tatiana's words struck Amelia's mind quite heavily as memories were ripped open from the confines she had tried to keep them until now, trying to forget from the fall of Newnan and the events just prior to it. Then there were things seh realized she was doing right now and about the way she was  thinking just moments prior. As the Tati's speech escalated, Amelia became increasingly distracted and lost focus of what was being said and understand it as she weakly sat down on her chair. She felt a little shaky right now and weak in the legs.' I'm a terrible person...' She though, recalling the way she was managing to stay completely unaffected by someone's supposed death. This was not what she wanted to be as a person, but under the effects of stress, nerves and trauma she had become just that. Now Tati's words had pulled the memories she was attempting to somewhat not recall back to the surface. What the woman was speaking about was true... fine... There was no way Ash was fine... Then again maybe not one of all of them was fine after all this time.

	She hid her face in her palms, but the very way the gesture was executed was one of distress, fatigue and hopelessness. She rubbed her eyes, free of a few tears that had managed to appear, recalling the images of Sana and hte others... she was one of those that had been executing the 'cleaning' after the tragedy... She wanted to speak out, to say something, but no words were forming in her mind, a mind still overtaken by the bad memories. She was shy and quiet, introverted and as such rarely spoke out, paranoia had only made her worse in this, when there were new people around and they were surrounded by unknown people... dangerous people. People who might be their deaths one day. The ones on guard duty didn't seem to be acting out.. so they were just looking how it will unfold. Riley tried to mend things up, only to be waved away by Ash, in a way that irked Amelia a little, but it also pained her cause she valued Ash a lot. He continued to act strong just as always.

" ... " She opened her to speak out, but there were no words to come out. She just needed to vanish right now, she had even forgotten the fact she had no hair anymore. Some memories hurt just that much.