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7 mos ago
Current Hello all! I have returned, after an unexcused abcense. Now, let's have a hell of a time.
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2 yrs ago
Sup turd-nuggets
2 yrs ago
I don't really care anymore. If I can't find a RP that won't fall apart in a week, I'm probably going to leave this site. So, let's hope for fun.
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2 yrs ago
All RP groups that I'm in, I will be gone until the 4th. GM's, control my characters until then.
2 yrs ago
I need a 1x1 RP with no romance, but a metric-fucking-ton of action. Anything but romance.

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What makes a man? Not his muscles or speed. But his courage, intellect, and morals.

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"Alright. This should be fun." He said as the Orc charged towards him. He then drew back his flaming arm and bolted towards the Orc. He was going to throw all of his force into this hit. "DIE!" He shouted as he threw his fist towards that Orcs damned face. As he swung he could vaguely see, and feel animosity envelope his target. He's honestly never felt this rage before, but he weaponized it. For the first time in a while, he genuinely wanted to kill someone.

Time to make a power move.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." He thought to himself as he listened. He knew that Stride was either bluffing like crazy, or he could actually take these guys on, and he didn't want to gamble to find out. He needed to do something to secure the upper hand... He then had an idea. It was three against four, and one of the three was an emotional wreck, one was a cybernetic thief, and the other was Stride. Thinking about it, their chances are not great. Unless this actually works.

Deciding that he would rather not die, he decided to pull a power move. Almost like an engine, he charged up a fireball, but this time, he sent it through his entire arm. From where the skin met metal, down to his metal fingertips were now covered in fire, and his sword shot from his wrist. Even though the fire and burning metal were extremely painful against his skin, he decided to at least try to give Stride a second to formulate a half-assed plan.

"Alright, shut up. I'm tired of Yashar's half-rate goons coming after my team. You can forget taking Stride. We may not be able to take you on, but we have a caravan of people who could decimate you. Just leave." He was hoping that Eve could feel that something was wrong. He honestly doubts that if this goes down now, that they will make it out in one piece. But he had to buy Stride sometime. He just hopes that Stride actually has a plan.
"Stride... You better have a plan." He said as he walked purposefully in front of Digbie. If this turned south, he wanted the goblin to be safe. He also knew that Stride can take care of himself, and will probably bolt once this gets hairy. He looked at the Goblin and Skeleton and immediately looked at every possible escape route that would lead back to the Wagon. "Digbie, stay close to me. If I tell you to run, you run. Got it?" He then walked up to be beside Stride. "Lead the way."
If everyone wouldn't mind making a quick character sheet, just to test it out. It doesn't have to be your official character, just a tester.
Okay, everyone, I let this sit for a few days, just to see if anyone else was interested. If we don't get anyone new, I, and @Shadow Dragon will begin working on an official First Post.
"Stride, you mad bastard. Yea Digbie, just stay behind me." He says as he follows Stride. If this guy gets anyone hurt, or killed, it will not end well. As much as he would love to fight, they need to keep moving. They do have time to spare, but not on stuff like this. On the bright side, they may be able to find out more about Yashar from this, and find out what Digbie can do.

He couldn't tell why, but as he thought about the possible dangers of Yashar's thugs, he couldn't stop thinking about Eve... He then thought that he is definitely going crazy.
@Finris
Equality all round.
Hello again! I realized that I forgot to include a CS format. It is due to change, but this is what we have as of now.
Also, we are planning on this being set during the American Revolution, so keep that in mind.
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Name:

Age: (Based on Species)

Species: (Look to DnD races if you're confused.)

Appearance: (A picture, if possible, but a description will suffice.)

Equipment: (Armor, Weapons, stuff like that. Also the materials that they carry with them.)

Weaknesses: (Weak to Fire, Ice, or getting hit by rocks? Let us know!)

Phobias: (What do you fear?)

Skills: (What are you good at? How good are you at it?)

An old, well-worn temple sits in the middle of a bustling crowd, its majesty towering over the inhabitants of the city. The sun has set, and the last shaft of light flickers into the sacred prayer room of the priests, the messages from their patron gods fading into distant whispers in the minds of the worshipers. The High Elder stands with difficulty, his age inhibiting quick movement. He turns gravely to the paladin nearest him and speaks in a grave whisper. "Ariues. A great evil approaches. Ready your weapons, steel yourself. Your test of faith is nigh." The Paladin rises from his prayer and responds in jest. "Elder, you know just as well as I that my faith is strong. I will face this evil with all of the power within me. You have prepared me for this." As the Paladin makes his stand, the High Elder speaks again. "You may be brave, and strong, but this will not be easy. I would mind that you don't face this alone. There are those out there that can be of needed assistance. Be smarter than you are strong." Ariues then turns to the Elder. "Assistance? I trust your words, but who is there that can assist? Where do I find these warriors?" The Elder looks upon the Paladin thoughtfully. "They will find you. But, if the Gods serve me right... I know that you will find a Formidable team..."

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Far away, in the crumbling ruins of an ancient castle, in a large stone coffin, blood red eyes open for the first time in centuries. A long forgotten evil has awoken for the first time in living history, and it hungers for the destruction and ruin of ages long past. A surge of dark power blasts from the being and storms begin to gather over the dark stone fortress.

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If you are reading this, then you have discovered a Story that a good friend of mine, @Shadow Dragon, has wanted to start for a while. If you are interested, respond, and once we get roughly 3-4 people, we will officially begin!
"Stride, is there something that you forgot to tell us?" He said as he placed a reassuring hand on Eves' arm, before standing, and putting on the new garb, to the best of his ability. "Before we go out there, do I need to hide my arm? Also, you have some explaining to do when this is over." He said as he prepped his arm blade.
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