Silent Showers

The Wayward Stool (Open To Everyone, JUMP-INS WELCOME)

Alright, @Lady Selune & @SilverRain, just got home from work and I should be able to reply for both of you soon.

The Wayward Stool (Open To Everyone, JUMP-INS WELCOME)

Hello! You're actually free to post in IC as you see fit. I don't require or really have a need for character sheets. It's as simple as making an introductory post with your character; I do this so anyone can drop a character in with minimal conflict in aesthetic or style.

Yup. The bartender and other characters will be their company.

The Wayward Stool (No Strings Attached Drop-in/Drop-Out Experiment)

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Hello there, wandering souls. Welcome to the Wayward Stool, a place where you can rest your weary feet and have yourself a drink. There are no real demands of you here, that's why you found yourself in this rustic little bar of mine. The Wandering Stool is a space for the lost of soul who want to find a connection, be it short or long. You needn't be any one person, nor any discernible thing. My bar is where you end up when all you want to do is write, no questions asked. You can talk to the bar keep, you can nurse your drinks in a content silence and allow the slow jazz drifting through the air steal away your troubles like a butterfly on a warm summer breeze. That, is the Wayward Stool. If you give me and others enough to work with and effectively interact your character, then that's all you need to do. You don't need to make long, convoluted, detailed character sheets that will only occasionally be looked at once in a blue moon, the weight is in what you write and you're allowed to be as ambiguous of a person as you please. Think of it like looking through frosted glass, it's as opaque or clear as you make it. While I won't demand certain "standards" per-say, I will however request you keep it at the "casual" level of writing. You don't need to make a multiple dozens of paragraph posts but you should also strive for more than just few non-descriptive lines. Other than that, the Wayward Stool is your creative canvas, enjoy the freedom and simplicity of the setting and please don't go out of your way to drum up unnecessary drama. This is supposed to be a relaxing place!

You can find us right here, Stranger.

The Wayward Stool (Open To Everyone, JUMP-INS WELCOME)

Long day at work? That's not unusual, we all end up with days like those. From the construction site worker all the way to the suit and tie executive type; life can be hard on everyone. Couldn't sleep for some reason or another? That's fine, you've got a place here at the bar too, just gotta walk in through that door. The home life getting you down? I guess that's why you're here and not there on a night like this. Running from memories of the past? Chasing a future that's always at your fingertips but always just out of reach? Don't worry about those here, time stops it's relentless march in this humble little bar of mine. Stray cat that's just stopping in for a small bowl of milk and a good, long, nap? Heheh, don't worry your weary little whiskers, we'll take you too. This is the Wayward Stool, a place for those without direction or a refuge of their own. A pit stop for the lost souls that wander the streets, stepping between the lights in the endless darkness of a cold and lonely night. Come on in, warm your bones, and stay as long as you like.

You see it there, amidst the cold light of a street lamp on this particularly rainy and miserable night, the warm glow of a place you won't be alone. You're not quite sure why, but you just know that's where you're supposed to go. Looking up the way you were going only revealed to you more of the same dreary loneliness you'd already suffered from for far too long. Behind you, all the things you were running from at the start, waiting ever patiently for you to come back as they followed you no matter how far you went. Just across the street, nothing but the now familiar urban sprawl that loomed over you since your journey had begun. But, right here next to you, was an open invitation that you just couldn't pass up. So, instead of continuing your never ending march of isolation, you decide to take the plunge, you open that unlocked door and make your way inside.

Relief sets in as the tension from your aching muscles begins to ease, the warmth of dimly lit room seeps into your bones. The atmosphere around you is calm, quiet, with an oddly familiar sounding slow jazz tune drifting softly through the still air. The floors were a clean redwood, not quite polished but clearly maintained with an obvious touch of love. The walls from the floor to about a third of the way up were a darker hickory planning that gave way to plaster painted a soft tan. The ceiling was constructed of the same dark stained hickory as the paneling that framed the room, a domed rectangular skylight cut across most of the ceiling to reveal the rainy night sky above. Occasionally, the passing lights of a silent train danced through the bar, filtering in from the skylight above. The layout of the room was simple. In the furthest corner sat a small bar with a handful of stools and a white marble top, cushioned seats stretching across the wall behind the stools, chairs and tables set with lit candles to accommodate those without a seat at the bar. To the opposite end, was a long wooden bar top where drinks could be served and the ashtrays sat, allowing those who smoked to do their business while not disturbing those patrons who did not partake.

Taking this all in, your eyes eventually drift back to the small granite topped bar in the corner. Behind that bar stood a tall man, an older gentleman with long back hair slicked back and meticulously combed in a way as to be presentable. gracing his chin and cheeks were a well groomed and trimmed if not a little greying beard. He wore a fine white button up shirt tucked into tailored black slacks, sleeves rolled to his elbows as he busied himself with polishing his glass mugs. Over his shirt rested a black suit vest with a tasteful black silken tie tucked underneath. Now with your attention finally on him, the man gives you a warm smile and a nod of the head.

"Welcome, stranger, to the Wayward Stool."

The Wayward Stool (Open To Everyone, JUMP-INS WELCOME)

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Hello there, wandering souls. Welcome to the Wayward Stool, a place where you can rest your weary feet and have yourself a drink. There are no real demands of you here, that's why you found yourself in this rustic little bar of mine. The Wandering Stool is a space for the lost of soul who want to find a connection, be it short or long. You needn't be any one person, nor any discernible thing. My bar is where you end up when all you want to do is write, no questions asked. You can talk to the bar keep, you can nurse your drinks in a content silence and allow the slow jazz drifting through the air steal away your troubles like a butterfly on a warm summer breeze. That, is the Wayward Stool. If you give me and others enough to work with and effectively interact with your character, then that's all you need to do. You don't need to make long, convoluted, detailed character sheets that will only occasionally be looked at once in a blue moon, the weight is in what you write and you're allowed to be as ambiguous of a person as you please. Think of it like looking through frosted glass, it's as opaque or clear as you make it. While I won't demand certain "standards" per-say, I will however request you keep it at the "casual" level of writing. You don't need to make a multiple dozens of paragraph posts but you should also strive for more than just few non-descriptive lines. Other than that, the Wayward Stool is your creative canvas, enjoy the freedom and simplicity of the setting and please don't go out of your way to drum up unnecessary drama. This is supposed to be a relaxing place!

Isekai Fantasy Slice of Life Harem Dumpster Fire (18+)

Okay, now that I've baited the potential interest of what I hope is the kind of person I'm looking for, let's begin.

Obligatory copy pasted requirements (still just a polite request)

- I'd like to see at least a decent paragraph, if things just won't stretch then at least give me more to work with than "And he/she ate an apple while looking at you". I can go anywhere from a paragraph to a multi-paragraph megapost, it just depends on who I'm writing with and how I'm feeling about the story.

- Please be at least 18 years of age. I like not having the FBI raid my home and tragically lose my pupper in the process, she's a Corgi, I would cry.

- Just let me know what you do/do not what from the roleplay. There isn't much I'll shy away from but I know people have their limits.

- Don't ask me to play a Canon character from a fandom. I won't do it and I won't entertain the idea.

-Be prepared for 18+ content, sex, drugs, violence, foul language ect. Fair warning I like to smut as much as a lonely housewife reads trashy romance novels.

-PLEASE contact me via PM, it's the easiest way for me to keep track of people.

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Not going to lie, this has been itching at me for long enough that I want it enough to make an entire interest check for it.

Alright, so I got the idea from someone else here but she hasn't been around in quite a long time. It's where my character (a deadbeat dude) gets plopped into a strange world with tons of non-humans who end up being sold off as chattel. They had me choose a few numbers within a set and depending on what I chose she had a fantasy type picture in association with them for my character to "shop" between for companions; it was interesting.

Now, this can be handled in a lot of ways and I understand if the idea isn't most people's cup of tea but it gives TONS of options as far as a smutty slice of life goes. My first thought is that Dude starts himself a tavern because he quite frankly has absolutely no aspirations of being a famed adventurer or a hero of any kind. I won't expect you to run the entire world around him, asking someone to do that would be pretty unfair if they weren't the one who asked to do it specifically. I'm more than willing to help shop around for art/pictures to base characters off of and just because he starts a tavern doesn't mean we can't venture into other realms with the characters or branch off into other enterprises.

So, to summarize this is basically a slave harem fantasy slice of life dumpster fire with everything you'd associate to something such as that. There's more than enough room for tweaking this and I'm more than open to shifting just about everything around to make this into something that we both want. Just hit me up and we'll plan things out like it's 1939 and Poland happens to be looking extra Thicc that morning.

Silent's Idea Emporium! (18+ M for Any)

Yoink.

Silent's Idea Emporium! (18+ M for Any)

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How Can Something So Ugly Be So Beautiful? (Traditional Medieval Fantasy Concept)[updated]

Update.

How Can Something So Ugly Be So Beautiful? (Traditional Medieval Fantasy Concept)[updated]

Alright boys and girls, against my better judgment I'm opening myself up for one more partner, just to explore a hairbrained idea that's been bugging me. As it stands right now, here are the basic ground rules:

shamelessy copy pasted from my other Int Chk

- I'd like to see at least a decent paragraph, if things just won't stretch then at least give me more to work with than "And he/she ate an apple while looking at you". I can go anywhere from a paragraph to a multi-paragraph megapost, it just depends on who I'm writing with and how I'm feeling about the story.

- Please be at least 18 years of age. This is a thing of comfort amd for this particular interest check non-negotiable.

- If you're not gonna get a reply out in a week or so, I'd appreciate a "hey, still alive, wanna keep going!" Or a courtesy "Don't think I'll be able to keep going". I'm easy about it, you can let me know it's time to part ways. I myself can usually give you a reply every other day or so.

- Just let me know what you do/do not what from the roleplay. There isn't much I'll shy away from but I know people have their limits.

- Don't ask me to play a Canon character from a fandom. I won't do it and I won't entertain the idea.

-Be prepared for 18+ content, sex, drugs, violence, foul language ect.

-Romantic pairings will be FxM however I'll happily play a platonic MxM pairing though I do typically main Male characters but can play supporting female characters well enough. Romance however isn't a prime concern of mine on this one.

-PLEASE contact me via PM, it's the easiest way for me to keep track of people.

My idea here is simple and probably starts rather typically as far as fantasy trope stories go.

My character is going to be a half-orc human born to a human mother who's tragically, an abused captive to your stereotypical orc tribe (of course). His story however doesn't really start there, not too long after his birth, Elven rangers/warriors/murder hobos, whichever you want, raid the camp, killing the beasts and freeing their captives. Unfortunately, his mother is recently dead with her bastard child clutched in her cold arms. Instead of disposing of the creature, the elves show a small mercy by bringing it back to their city. As something of a joke, the party drops him off at the local temple of Liandry, the elven Goddess of beauty. With the elven version of dropping off an unwanted and particularly ugly baby at the local fire department complete, they take off to do more murder hobo things.

Now, although the Goddess Liandry is the Goddess of beauty, her influence extends far beyond mere physical beauty. Her domain is that of all things beautiful, be it an act of kindness, the love of one to another, one's dream of a better future ect. Being ever the altruistic and compassionate bunch, they embrace the unsightly little monster and begin to raise him within the temple, teaching him the tennants of their Goddess, making him a particularly good noodle of a half orc. Once he'd reached an age to where he could determine his own path within the temple, our boy took up arms as a way to best serve his Lady, training to be a temple guard.

Proving himself as an unsurprisingly effective guardsmen, the Order of Liandry's Embrace took notice of their Lady's special little boy, recruiting him into their fold. This decision was not taken well outside of the Goddess' clergy and men-at-arms however, and the Order faced public backlash the likes of which it had never faced before. For the Knightly Order of the Goddess of beauty to take on such a vile looking creature, it was an outrage!

The public outcry did not go unnoticed, however. In a historically unprecedented and deeply shocking turn of events, the highest leadership within her temple came before the people to announce the Goddess Liandry had chosen a mortal champion, the one who would be the physical manifestation of her will upon the mortal coil. This announcement filled elven society with excitement and anticipation, for a Champion of Liandry had not been named in multiple generations, a time spanning near a thousand years.

Liandry had seen the most beautiful of her faithful grow these last few years, affectionately following their life within her holy bosom. It's there she saw the beauty in his heart, the compassion and love he had for those around him despite the ugliness and hate he was subjected to. Her order of Knights, being the most faithful of her flock had seen it as well and they had protected him, nurtured him to be the man he had become. As such, she rewarded them for their efforts,

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Alright! So with the exposition out of the way, I wanted to explore the idea of a half orc becoming a paladin and then champion of the elven Goddess of Beauty, sending shockwaves and unrest throughout elven society as one of their most prominent deities subverts all expectations and exposes the true ugliness that lays below their beautiful skin.

This could go so many ways that I don't want to railroad it in a single direction. I honestly wanted to use this as a way to explore the ugliness in people's hearts while also having fun in a fantasy world with all of the adventure and excitement there in!

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Well, just to try and snag more interest, I'm dropping some very rough and basic plot outlines.

Realistically speaking, you can make any number of characters, even if we're in an elven society at the moment. If you'd like to play as some kind of fae or forest spirit ect. That would be completely viable as well, if being an elf is more your speed then that's not a problem at all. If we really wanted to get frisky with it there's also the potential of introducing the Goddess' avatar to accompany the naming of her new champion.

If the Liandry's avatar angle is something we want to do, it could kick off few stories for us.

1. She enters the mortal realm as a way to condemn what the elven people have become, forcing an entire society and perhaps the elven people as a whole to reflect on themselves as she goes to see what the rest of mortal world has become.

2. She does the same condemning as the first, but now tasks them with proving they are still worthy of the blessings she's provided for more than a millennia.

3. The Goddess forsakes the wider elven society, prompting her faithful to journey beyond elven lands to end a long period of elvish isolationism.

Another option is for us to go with you making an elven character of some sort.

1. Your character may or may not be a worshiper of the Goddess who gets entangled in the ugliness that's permeated elven society, prompting the a divine intervention in which our good paladin comes to her rescue.

2. Your character might be part of the problem the Goddess has with her children, prompting something of a conflict between our characters.

3. Starts off as the second option does, but instead of a conflict between them, your character ends up getting involved as part of the solution, being a member in higher elven society.

You play (insert non-elven forest/local creature or entity) that comes across the paladin, initiating a sort of journey of discovery for the two as they leave the corruption behind to explore the world and witness it's beauty and splendor along the way. Naturally, they would also come across all the danger and ugliness the world as to offer as well, doing the best they can to remedy it.

The above angle can also apply with the Goddess' avatar and an elven character as well. (I'm quite partial to this one)

So, those are just a few ideas to chew on to start. Let me know what you think and if anything sounds appealing, if not we can go back to the drawing board.

If this sounds interesting to you, feel free to hit me up via PM and we can hammer things out from there!

Disclaimer: This was written on my phone; take that for what it's worth.