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In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

Prima Rave
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Location: Shadowell Manor:  Second Floor Landing
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 6
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	Having arrived at hte second Floor Landing, Rave while not the fastest of the group, at least didn't believe she was slowying down anyone. That said she paid attention to the words of the Lord of hte Manor. 5 floors... those were more than she thought initially, but it was a good thing to remember. Though, he didn't specify if in those also counted the underground basements. Maybe they did, maybe didn't, all that was yet to become known. Hell she suspected it was going to take a while to get to see all of the building even if they were allowed to roam somewhat, which she suspected they wouldn't be after this dinner. 

	Then there was the woman that had appeared and then went down the other staircase towards the Central Hall. Rave wondered who that was, but wasn't really sure if it was actually her place to ask that question. If their host or hte woman herself wanted, they would have been introduced by now. Maybe they will get introduced later? After all with the weather worsening, this whole group was stuck here for the long haul. Chances were they would have to learn who was who one way or another out of sheer necessity.

	In the end though, she wasn't as amused by Titian and Moss. Their joke sounding comments felt a tad too attacking for her taste. She somewhat expected this of the big man so far he had shown his was playing by his own tune and didn't seem to care about what he said since he seemed so happy all hte time, but Moss's joke came as way too tasteless. This served as a reminder that in the end, she didn't really know these people and they didn't know her. In effect they were all strangers with the exception of the Lord and his servants and family who knew each other. She sighed, smiled and then spoke out." Surely, there's not a need to actually run up the stairs to keep up, no? Some people walk faster than others, that's normal."  She added in calm voice.

In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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


	And just as things seemed to be calming down and all that, something weird happened. There was a really weird sound... a sound that caused awkwardness to show on her face as she realized what it was and where it came from. The word Dumbo didn't quite made it any better as her face froze in a shocked expression before she regained her bearings and pulled her eyes away and down to the book that she had found to continue reading. She thought to herself that there were all manners of people out there still and frankly living as they were all until now, manners weren't really the great focus for all of them. She shouldn't judge and she chose not to, instead she focused on the book. At least the rhymes in the book were easy to pull the attention into, made the mind work as the rhyming happened.

	Sure enough the Atticus or whatever fellow finally arrived with some medicine for Jamie. Then her stated out the room arrangements. Amelia's face completely froze in emotionless scowl as she learned she was NOT in a room with Riley. Damn it all! She wondered what to do, what to say and if she should beg, but chances were they weren't going to accept any beggings or pleas. She really wasn't happy about having to share a room with someone else than Riley and what's more an unknown person and Beatrice... Amelia didn't recall of being too close with Beatrice even back in Newnan. She was torn on the inside, but the voice of reason in her mind overcame the paranoia for the moment. Even if they were going to be LOCKED INSIDE the rooms, which hell yeah that was direct prison enviroment here, but there was no other choice. Either that or leave... And she wanted her group to have the best possible chances of being accepted. Amelia owed them that much at the very least. She couldn't cause any problems about it, so she just leaned on Riley. She wasn't expecting of doing much sleeping tonight...

	Then the priest commented on the death of Dumbo... Suddenly it something struck her nostrils like a metaphorical atomic fart bomb. All of Amelia's inside seemed to be forced to churn in a mere moment as she suddnely bolted upwards from the chair, dropping the book she held in her hands as she bolted to teh closest thing she saw that wasn't going ot be puking out on the floor. It turned it was the Dish bin that they put the used tableware in. She threw up violently, emptying her just somewhat filled stomach. She couldn't remember just how long it has been since she had smelled something so bad it caused her to throw up like this." I'm so sorry..." She said weakly, still feeling her inside twisting." I will wash these..." She added, covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve now, trying to deal with the smell and calm her twisting stomach. 

In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Constantin Kolev

Location: Road to Gretna Green From Port Annan
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

	Constantin just nodded at Vlad as the man burst into his usual antics, but he did approve of the direction his leader was thinking about of dealing with the flying monster thing.” Fire... that may vork, maybe ve can put it to the torch...” He mused at the idea of roasting the flying thing. If it didn't work, well they could simply burn and burn and burn it all away until only dust remained. Yeah he wished they could do it.” It do not like our performance, then it simply has a bad taste in skill and entertainment! All that are right in the head love the circus!” Constantin stated proudly. He was a passionate circus person in the end. He refused to believe anyone would dislike the performances the circus put on! If they didn't like it, they they must have a few things wrong with their noggins. 

“Take your time. We've got a long road ahead.” Constantin said to Ludwig as the tiny human said he was going to check if he had info on this weird flying monster. Frankly he wasn't sure if the German man will actually have anything written in that book of his, but who actually could say. The man was a bag of surprises and mysteries so far, it wouldn't be surprising if by some actual stroke of luck for them there might be something that Ludwig could reveal about the thing. Ideally though it would stay as far away form them and Veta as possible and they wouldn't ever see it again. Constnatin wasn't that naive as to believe it would be the case though.

	Still while Ludwig was busy book researching for the information, but was he really reading a book? Constantin had no way of knowing case Ludwig was in the bag of his saddle and the firewalker wasn't going to remove his eyes form the road to try to check what was going on in the bag. For now they had the road pointed out to follow and he followed after Vlad.

In Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting] → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

World Narrative

Gronar, Fabios Location:  Cenarius's Glade.- Malfurion had actually just missed Gronar's reaction and realization as he was busy selecting a good enough branch with which he returned soon after to the orc. The druid just made an awkward smile at the orc." Well... you just have to imagine it. Imagine it real good, a weapon that you are most comfortable with. A weapon you've wielded for the longest time, imagine every inch of it, every nook and every curve." He explained as he held the branch in front of Gronar." Just place your hand on the branch and let your mind flow, your image of the weapon has to be as clear as possible, I will mold it into shape with my magic." Malfurion explained and got to work, closing his eyes to follow the image that was flowing into the treebranch from the warror's mind.

 	Under the work of the druid and the image of the warrior, the branch twisted, turned, it was changed off it's initial shape. It grew at parts and withdrew at others, until it's shape matched the weapon that Gronar had used for the longest of times until now. The greatsword... It was a spitting image of that weapon, just made out of wood. As good as replica it was as of shape, it was also lighter than the original weapon because it was not of metal, but of wood.

 	"Good." Cenarius's voice boomed as he walked over placing his hand on the wooden blade." I bestow my blessing upon this weapon. May it never break, may it never lose it's edge. It shall cut down evil wherever found. May the will of it's user empower it and it empowers it's user in return." The demigod said in booming voice as the blade was wrapped in a lively green light for a few moments before it finally returned to normal. Now Malfurion handed it over to the orc." Wield it well, warrior. You will find this weapon stronger than any steel for it now carries my blessing."

	And the weapon was completed just in time as the first Felhound burst into the clearing, and it jumped right at the demigot, who grabbed it's tendrils in midair and tore them off the body, before using his hooves to stamp the beast's head into mush, only to be jumped by another 2 felhounds who were charging at him. 

	Malfurion and Gronar weren't left lonely too, the druid had a felhound of his very own to deal with while the warrior had one jumping right at him, it's maw wide open to bite him.

In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Priscilla Harker

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

	Mosi was now busy eyeing the rest of the possible scents as the man proposed a sequence to mix them in. She looked at him with pondering expression and then nodded." Alright, I will trust your opinion on this. You are hte one who's actually working and dealing with perfumes between the two of us. Chooseing the base scents was hard enough for me." She added with a smile as she gave the green light on his proposition to create the perfume sample. She then patiently waited for the sample to be completed as she was going through some of the scents again. Some of these were not what she'd normally say a perfume, but these were concentrated and the man having explained how it works albeit in a general terms, she realized that even the less expected scents were crucial.

"So, I'm curious about something." Mosi started as she waited and looked at the man." I know there's a big bazaar or the like here, but I'm not really interested in the usual tourist traps. Is there a place where I can get to see some good things and maybe browse items and merchendise that's actually of usable quality? Like maybe a market street for the locals where things might not be as shiny or fancy." She explained with somewhat happy voice as she did so.

	As she waited though, a thought appeared in her mind, a thought and a question to be precise." So, have you always been in the perfume business? Continuing the family tradition?" She asked with curiosity and friendly voice. Looking for some nice chat with the man while they were here. She supposed that it was going to take a moment or few to mix the sample and somewhat more to mix the perfume if she actually liked the sample's performance. Might as well have a chat and be friendly. Even if they didn't meat again in the future, well for Mosi this would be a memory. She wanted to have enjoyed everything in her travels and in her meetings with people. Getting to know those you meet on the road was just part of the journey after all." Ohh, my name's Priscilla, by the way. Forgot to introduce myself earlier." She added.