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Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

@Marrok Alright. Thank you for giving it a try. Also do send me a PM with what differed from your expectations and what you think would have improved the RP if you could. I'm open to critics and hope if we ever get in a RP again in the future it will be to your liking. Wish you best of luck!

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Prima Rave

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Central Hall -> Second Floor Landing
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 6
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Rave nodded when she received and answer from the Lord."I see..." Her reaction carried a mixed degree of emotion in it. It was an asnwer she was actually glad to hear, all things considering, but maybe it wasn't one that she was quite hoping to get. There was a certain part of her that may have been hoping the lord and his people had created that marvel after the books blanked and all that. If it was that case, it would be a good omen for the future that maybe such things would spread far and wide. Still since that wasn't the case, it gave her a little sense of calmness and security, that there weren't seemingly marvels created out of nowhere. In any case, she was glad to have taken a ride on it, it would be a nice story to remember and tell if she ever got a chance to leave this place eventually. She wondered if people would believe her if she ever told them of the marvelous engine thing.

At the second part of hte answer, she shut up and kept quiet though. The lord didn't seem pleased of the fact that there were things going underneath his roof htat he wasn't aware of. That was a perfectly valid reason to be angry about, she had to admit. She didn't pull the matter any further, but quickly started walking up the stairs as they were told they were going upwards and further than she had intially thought htey would. She had honestly expected the area they would have the dinner at would be the second floor. The revelation they were having it on the third floor instead was rather surprising. A few questions popped up in her mind, such as why would the dinning hall be on the third floor? Usually the kitchens should be on the ground floor, so was this meaning that they were bringing the food all the way from the first to the third one? Still she chose not to ask this right now, Rave expected the answer would be revealed sooner or later even without possibly getting on the Lord's nerves any further with pointless questions.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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

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The situation was rapidly improving in the firewalker's mind as they were finally back on the road and heading for their destination. He nodded at the directions and the usual manner of speech coming out of Ludwig as he made his horse follow after Vlad. Gretne Green... supposedly the destination where they would fin Veta. Well that wasn't a certainty, given the nature of the problem. The vision he had back then weren't about her as far as they could have translate it, but if that vision was about the woman that Veta was looking for and it appeared to be so, there was a good chance Veta was near. at least that was the firewalker's hope right now. He would have wished they had direct line to chase after Veta herself and not some other woman, but this was going to do. Though he couldn't deny he was worried something might happen to her before they find her or she finds her target. This was a very nasty possibility, but he was refusing to let that be the case. Dammit he was going to deny the possibility that something happens to her until the last possible moment, even if he had to scour these lands step by step!

There was also another question that was puzzling him right now too as his train of thought ventured to Veta once more which led him to the case where she got pretty chilled by that weird Soulless at the lake. Something was definately up with these lands and he couldn't help consider that fact. As passionate and stubborn as he was, he was a careful in equal measure at least. The attack in London was big, attacked place was rather packed with people, then there was a weird soulless of unknown origin. It all pointed out to something happening behind the scenes. This concerned him a lot, especially the unknown creature. Soulless tended to have specified weaknesses that required specific knowledge or skillset to defeat, if another unknown soulless appeared, one of unknown origin and way to defeat, how can they defeat it? Rather, the bigger question was what manner of beast had remained unknown to them for all these years? What else was lurking out in the world, waiting to attack at the underprepared them?

Heavy was his mind at these thoughts, maybe the situation wasn't as improving as he believed it to be initially. Maybe it was getting worse instead." Bazhooli, do you recall that creature that attacked as by the Circus?" Constantin asked." Vhat if we encounter it again? Hov do ve fight it? It might not be a coincidence it had targeted Veta back then. It may appear once more. Ludwig, you have any ideas on that? It flies, had multiple heads I think and seemed to use Ice and Mist. Hov ve fight that?"

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Priscilla Harker

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

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"Ahh, my mistake then. Apologies. Never actually had a perfume made for me before." She replied with a happy smile as the man corrected her on what exactly he was meaning when he asked her what she preferred. Well considering she wasn't one to be overly focused on perfumes usually, it was kind of expected of her to not be aware. Not that seh didn't use them, she just never was really interested in them in details so far. This was actually proving to be an educational voyage it seemed. She notted." Alright, let's see then." She muzed as she moved over to the different bottles with the 3 base scents types as he called them and reached for the first one that picked her fancy.

Mosi really carefully pulled the cork and took in a little of the scent that was contained within. This was the first of the three one to choose. And to her surprise it was a rather musky scent." Ahm... " She grimaced as she quickly closed the bottle back and placed it where she took it from. Alrighty, she might have just slightly underestimated the strength of the scents prior to being processed into a perfume. Yeah better adjust her checking method accordingly with care. She didn't want to think how hard it would be to get red of these scents if some got onto her clothing by mistake. Though she did like the idea of mixing her own perfume. One she chose out herself down to the finer details.

Following that, she checked a number of the bottles and encountered a variety of scents, there were animalic ones, the musky ones, wood ones and there were also resin like ones. She nodded at a number of them and then went ahead for the second selection, to check what was there. The second base scent turned out to be the more aromatic ones, she recognized flowers and spices of different varieties. Frankly it was a little overpowering to her nose, so she was really careful when she checked the scents. Finally she reached for the final set of scents. These ones were more fruity ones. There was also some citrus ones, but overall she gave the whole selection a nice study before she returned to the first base scents. After some pondering she finally pulled one of the bottles. Ambergris was the one, then from the second set she pulled out vanilla and for the final set she pulled out one that appeared to be apples like scent.

"I'm thinking of these ones." She said and showed her selections to the man. This was her first go at it, but since she had no way of actually knowing what the final product would be like, she had no way of knowing if it was a good selection. But she liked them on individual basis well enough, just had to see how was the combined result here." So... how long does it take to mix up a test sample?" Mosi asked with some curiosity and threw casual looks around the other bottles, wondering for the second try what she should try. There was such a wide variety to choose from!

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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They've been here just for a little while and everything seemed to be crumbling away... sort of. Chaos was erupting between the people present and it was only making Amelia ever more stressed out about all of this dammit. All she could do was cling to the one calming presence to her mind. Granted things also seemed to be a little on the working out phase as seemingly Ash and Tati were regaining talking moods, only for yet another fight to break out when the dog fella was tackled down by Beatrice, with rather much force. Then all seemed to shift their anger and frustrations towards Hunter. Amelia didn't like him for multitude of reasons, some more logical than others and the fact he kept a dog didn't fucking help. She barely registered the words spoken to him, but got the gist of it, and that being they were warning him how to talk about Tati.

She just couldn't take this much longer. The guards gave a direct explanation they weren't going to intervene here. Then there was this person who just also flipped out on a great rant, that made Amelia shudder as he listened to him. He said it in the end himself, he wasn't sane. The way he was speaking and what he was saying also sounded pretty darn violent. She clung held onto Riley, her hands trembling ever so slightly.

Finally Riley gave her an apology after the man's rant, apparently affected by the statement that was given. Amelia just nodded." It's alright... just don't leave again." She added in barely a whisper. Holding onto Riley as if to make sure hte other woman will not move away again. Where was that Preacher man, Amelia didn't want to stay here with all these people for any longer. She wanted to get away and let the tempers calm down a lot." Where's that Preacher..." She mumbled, pondering how long should they wait here.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Prima Rave

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Starry Salon. -> Central Hallway
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 6
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As they left the Starry Salon behind and got to the Central Hallway's staircases, she paid a good look on the rest who had joined in with them. Apparently there was indeed someone dead. This concerned her quite a bit since as she could see the only missing person in that group, she was reasonably ready to say it was the Raven fellow. She was really wondering what had transpired there, but her attention was pulled away for a brief moment as the Lord spoke out to answer the question posed by Moss. This was a really ancient place then. She wasn't one to know much details about events that far past. It never came as a priority to know, but this place was magnificent never the less.

Rave didn't exactly have a thing to compare it to that she had personally visited before, but experiences so far suggested it was probably ages ahead of everywhere else. Especially that mechanical thing that brought them over to the main part of the Manor from the entrance. That was just crazy thing to have here? Who had made that? Did they have it from before the time when books went blank? Or was it invented after that? She finally pondered it for a while and decided to try to ask." Excuse me, Lord Bardolf, but 2hat about the engine that brought us to the Manor? Was that always here, like the Estate?"

She then returned her eyes on the ones who had joined them again. The doctor was well injured, but if they were moving him about, it shouldn't be too dangerous. The one who seemed to have shot him is the one who was assisting earlier? This confused Rave a lot, but the professor wasn't being locked away, so it probably was fine? Doc also didn't seem angry? Just what had transpired there, now that was a good question. Still they too had taken masks off. Finally the big guy offered to aid with bringing the doctor around because of hte injury. That made sense, it would be most easy for him. She shuddered at the doctor's statement on their situation." But... if they want to do something, they have to be here with us, right? They should be trapped with us right?" She asked, wondering and confused. Otherwise why trap them?

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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World Narrative

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Right after Malfurion and Gronar had left the guardian of the entrance to the glade, soon after a FelHound followed after them, bringing it's corruption with it. The ancient tree, magical in nature, denfending the glade was naturally a juicy target for teh fel beast as it's tendrils shot out and sank into the tree's body, starting to drain the magic out of it. The ancient guardian fought against it, but it's magic was being sapped. The tree then started to grow rapidly, pulling the felhound along with it, danging in the air, taller and taller, but the beast did not let go. After minutes of struggle, the tree finally stated to crack, it's body naught, but a husk of it's former splendor. Then the huge ancient protector of the glade finally crumbled with a collosal crash, sending the FelHound tumbling down, injured. But the magic it had drained made it stronger. It was healing faster and then it suddenly started to growl as it literally split into two felhounds. Then it split again until there were four of them and then once more bringing the amount to six. With a triuphant grotesque sound they dashed back to the deeper parts of the forest towards the next greater source of magical energy, the demigod.

Gronar, Fabios Location: Cenarius's Glade.- Cenarius was NOT pleased with the attitude of his guest. His face now held a mighty scowl, his eyes narrowed onto the paladin." I think you do not understand the gravity of your situation." The demigod replied, his voice seemingly calm, but very cold." Signs are spreading across the world of corruption and danger that's not supposed to be present upon these lands. Some among my kind believe you and your companion are among it's heralds. To stop that danger, they are more than ready to sacrifice your life, because if you are truly part of the danger, the alternative of letting you roam even a few moments more is incredibly grim!" The demigod explaimed as the Dryad behind him jolted backwards. She didn't seem to be speaking, but the demigod did turn in her direction, their eyes locking for a moment." You sure, my daughter?" He asked as the dryad started nodding vigorously before she heard some sound in the surroundings nad darted off in some direction.

There was something really wrong going on here as moments later from the opposite direction onto the glade burst forth a nightelf in really simple clothing and something Fabios would unmistakenly recognize as a orc warrior. Mulfurion having finally led the orc to their destination after leaving the tree." SHAN'DO! Danger's encrouching the Glade!" The night elf shouted as soon as he saw Cenarius." We encountered some faul abominations that my companion here recognized as something called FelHounds! Some kind of demons according to his words! They seem to be eating magic!" The night elf hurried to explain as in the distance behind them a mighty rumble could be heard. The young nightelf suddenly turned onto heels as he felt the pain the entire forest felt at this very moment.

"A mighty guardian and old friend just fell..." The demigod stated and looked at the human paladin, then at the creature that his student had brought." It appears the riddle gets ever harder to solve... I'm undoubtedly yearning to learn how you came to meet this being..." Cenarius said as he eyed the orc, but didn't really react anything beyond that." As for what you said... something faul is about to arrive... It appears the ancient magics that protected my old friend made him a victim instead of defending him." He added, his voice pained, as unearthly growls and hows could be heard from the distance.

"Human, it seems tis was not meant to be, guess we will all be fighting for our survival here, you have anything you want to add on these creatures my student called FelHounds?" Cenarius asked the paladin, his voice cold still. He had a sneaking suspicion that this human might also know of them. He was just about as outlandish as the being the young nightelf had brought. He wasn't pleased, but there wasn't much he could do. He felt the forest dying as these creatures get closer to them." Malfurion, grab that treebranch!" He suddenly shouted and pointed at the piece of wood." Fashion a weapon out of it by following your companion's mind. You could do it as a druid, I see he's unarmed and these beings are too dangerous! You two, make this weapon and I shall give it my blessing, making it stronger than any steel and sharper than any blade!" He stated.

Draven, Location: Mountain(Mysterious Staircase).- Having the human warlock get into his grasp, the dragon suddenly flapped his wings hard as it's monumental body was propelled upwards, along with the relatively smaller human who was oddly unphased by the winds or the rapid movement. Rather he couldn't feel those at all as complex magics were swirdling around him, protecting him from all effects of the rapid movement. Then the dragon started to soar through the air towards a destination even deeper into the mountains. All that could be seen were colossal jagged rocks, the occasional spring of running water down the slopes and some greenery here and there. Finally after what seemed to be a few brief minutes, another colossal shadow even bigger than the one Kras was throwing blocked the moonlight. If Draven would take a look around and for the source, he would notice an even bigger red dragon that was soaring higher into the skies. He wasn't alone though, there were others, if you looked for them. All doing something and not minding the one carrying Draven.

Then as they flew, they found themselves at the entrance of a massive cavern, huge enough to allow even the biggest of dragons enter into the cavern without worries. The inside of this cavern would be weird to Draven's senses. There was basically no way for this to be inside that mountain. This cavern was too huge, whole dragon flights could fly side by side without any issues. In fact there were a number of other colors of dragons flying about. There appeared to be dragons of every flight, except the bronze dragons." Weird..." Draven would hear Kras muttering as the red golliath had noticed the other dragons." Did someone call for a gathering after I left in search for the disturbance?" He used.

Finally after some more flying underground, the dragon brought the warlock to the entrance of another cavern that was somewhat smaller as the dragon landed onto the ground and let the warlock down. Out in front of them was the most massive red dragon that Draven would have ever seen. Kneeling in front of the dragon was already another human like figure, but something was off. The difference was apparent because well the figure toward over him with at least twice his height. It was a female, covered in magical runes." Ahh, Korialstrasz, seeing you've returned and bringing this one with you, I take it he's the source of the disturbence?" A melodic female voice echoed across the cavern as the Red Dragon Queen shifted her gaze at the warlock." Very curious, especially after I got very interesting news from this one before you." The queen continued." Apparently, someone's tempering with time. I was forced to call for a gathering." She stated as matter of fact and looked at Draven." I assume you too have arrived here the same way, especially after taking into acount that you have the corruption of the fel upon you, mortal?" The queen asked." Otherwise, no one upon this world should have the understanding to become a warlock of your calibre. Ahh where are my manners, I'm Alexstrasza, Aspect of Life and the Queen of the red flight. What's your name, warlock?"

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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

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Constantin was somewhat concerned about the degree of the displayed emotions about the French woman and how the German might act from this moment on, but luckily his concern proved unwarranted as the German man agreed very readily to ride with him right away. This was good, he was worried Ludwig might choose to walk the longest way around before he joins them or something. Admittedly that was probably not the best way of thinking or the friendliest, but you never know. Ludwig had proven himself ellusive to the concept of common sense that was utilized by the firewalker. Though that mentioned, the firewalker realized that even if Ludwig took the longest way around, he might find a way to make it the best option avaible. Things seems to work that way with him.

Anyway, concerned left by the roadside, the firewalker watched as Dieter, the ferret not hte brother, was the first one to get onto the horse... sort of. Dieter got into the saddle bag, that worked, it was nice, safe and there was no danger of the important animal to be thrown off during the horse's fast galloping. Then moments later came Ludwig. Constantin almost wanted to figure out a quirky title for the German fellow as to go along with Dieter's, but couldn't think of one that would do a good job. Still he smiled as the German had gotten into the bag as well and nodded as he turned the horse along, ushering it forward in reasonable speed to move next to Vlad so they can get going onto the road indicated by their currently tiny guide." Don't shov out of the bag too much, we will be moving fast, I don't vant to find you having vanished cause you got throvn off, okey?" Constantin said to the tiny human that was now riding along with him. Then he turned to Vlad." Ve are ready to go at utmost speed once ve leave tovn." He readily reported.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Priscilla Harker

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

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Mosi was rather curious as the man replied in what could only be Egyptian. She didn't know this language so she had no way of actually knowing what was being told, but she was looking very focused at him non the less. Her eyes followed the new arrival as a younger man appeared and started speaking out with the older man. Then her turned to speak out to her as the old guy moved away. Mosi gave the older man a polite nod as she returned her attention to the son." It wasn't a problem." She replied with a grin as she nodded and started thinkign over hte man's next explanations on the topic of perfumes and the like.

"I see, so they are that concentrated huh..." She mused and nodded, studying some of the displayed ones. Mosi then rose an eyebrow as she was said how the perfumes react differently for different people." Really? Ohhh, this I weren't aware of." She suddenly had a realization and nodded.

"In this case, I suppose I will have to indeed pick up one note oils or rose water... Maybe both as gifts." She nodded as the man gave her a sound suggestion. If they couldn't assure hte way the perfumes would react to the ones she was giving them to, what would be even the point in buying them? There was no point! Thus she nodded. Rose water itself was pretty good thing so were oils. They would do wonders." Guess I will take two of Rose Oils and 3 rose waters as gifts." Frankly she was planning to gift her mother one, the others she'd hand over to people she actually considered great friends and there weren't many of those. She was also keeping one for the Redhead Rosheen. Next time they met, she was going to have to tell her stories of her adventure in these parts.

"I personally? Well I don't like too overpoweringly strong scents." The american replied with a shrug of her own." I prefer more mellow ones... something softer, but still capable of catching attention. Maybe we can mix something like that? Any suggestions?" Mosi asked with curiosity.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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The situation seemed to be spirraling out of control around Amelia. People were shouting, people were being angry, most had some reaction or another and the guards were just sitting on the side not acting or speaking out. She could hear the coldness in Tati's word to Riley. Amelia simply couldn't even process completely what was going on anymore. She had already became emotional after being overwhelmed by the memories that the ballerina brought to the surface and all the emotions that they dragged along. She had tears in her eyes as Riley returned to her seat next to her and put an arm on her shoulder. Amelia once more opened her mouth to reply to her love, but no words came out. She just wiped some tears and shook her head, leaning in close to Riley for comfort. She wanted to go somewhere away... wanted to melt and just vanish into some hole where no one could see her anymore.

Then she heard the dog guy start shouting as well, he seemed like he flipped out at Tati for her outburst. Speaking out about the possible effects of that. She just didn't want to listen to him anymore, but she did indeed share a lot of those concerns as well. Now that was just yet another weight on her already stressed mind to go along with the realization of what type of person she was slowly turning out to be. She pressed herself into Riley's shoulder. Tati was changing her clothing, but Amelia barely brought her eyes to her... because she had seen some of it when they were bathing. She didn't feel well looking at the scarring on the woman.

"I want to go somewhere... " Amelia managed to whisper out to Riley." Please... let's just go somewhere... anywhere..." She barely added to Riley. Though she didn't even know where htey could go or if they can go anywhere right now being in quarantine and all. She just wanted to be away from this room... Her tears weren't easing up and her mind was already at a breaking point because of all this and paranoia wasn't helping. Most of these people seemed so on edge too and overly emotional as her maybe more. They were dangers, even Tati seemed to be dangerous right now. There were armed guards observing them as well. Amelia just didn't know who to be wary of anymore and all she could do was to cling onto Riley and try to protect her no matter what. Maybe the morning would be different when tempers cool down... maybe not. She just couldn't think so far ahead right now. Her only desire was take Riley away from this crowd of crazed people.