I'm not sure where it will go from there but I'm sure something interesting will come up
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I'm sure they will. Be honest I expect everyone to meet soon, so far everyone has gone out to find this guy/gal so we'll meet soon.
Awesome as always! Definitely way more interesting than some of the other cs on there. Yours is more gritty and more likely, the rest seem, I'm not sure how to describe it. I like all the characters, they all seem like they've been created by wod veterans, but I like yours best, simple because of how realistic it is.
If that makes sense
If that makes sense
Hey dude, if your wanting to join the wod RP, now would probably be the best time to post your character sheet. I'm not sure the guy who just posted will get in as he's posted a 11 year old kid who's character development makes him act like an adult... I have child characters..
I just read so many things in it! It was an awful cliff hanger :P
Ooh, is Zumba any good? It looks pointless but that may just be me.
Me too! There's so many ways this can go and so many things we can add to the world to just make it deeper and more and more interesting! It's definitely one of my favourites
Ooh, is Zumba any good? It looks pointless but that may just be me.
Me too! There's so many ways this can go and so many things we can add to the world to just make it deeper and more and more interesting! It's definitely one of my favourites
Rhoynar didn't want to admit he was concerned by the words his friend, Ollivar had given him. There wasn't really any possible way to deny his brother's assassination, besides from what his head and heart wanted him to believe. They were a close family: both his parents, his younger brother and younger sister. In this country, they held no alliances, no marriage links, only land and power. It wouldn't keep them alive forever. Maybe Ollivar was truly correct, maybe it was time to head back home. Yet no member of the Daeron household could be seen running with their tail between each knee. If the eastern cities were slowly breaking from the slave trade, their power would eventually run out. It's all their family was..
With a sharp kick to the stomach of his horse, the knight reached Illifer's side. He would have to hide whatever fear he had away. This wasn't any of her concern. None of this was. She had no part in his affairs, regardless, he needed her. One extra pair of arms was better than only his own. If anything did happen, the help would have been greatly appreciated. He had plenty to consider on their ride to Astipor. He would leave her in the city and speak to his family before departing. An army could be moved into the city without notice, although a large army would result in a few birds flying home to their owners. They sat in a dangerous seat, one Rhoynar wasn't too sure they would hold any longer.
"It shouldn't take more than a day to get there." He commented immediately heading out along the grey stone road. The only concern in his mind needed to be whether or not Illifer saw the worry on his face. In his worry, he hadn't even spotted the conversation his companion had held with a drunk.
'Worry consumes you, we are not a family of worry.' He'd heard his grandfather say it dozens of times. He'd been the man to build and complete their empire, to cross the ocean and take Astipor from beneath the sleeping heads of it's owners. The people had at first seemed afraid but as the merchants began to flood across the sea, the city became the hub it was to that very moment. He was a man to look up to, a powerful business man and a true military tactician. A sickness had taken him one winter, shortly after his second brother had been born. Paranoia told Rhoynar it wasn't a illness.. He would have been wrong. Things had seemed to shift after his grandfather's death but only now was it noticeable.
The dark haired man pushed his horse along the stone road, no longer choosing to bare a simple walk. He urged his horse into a slow canter and weaved past an old cart and its owner. He didn't speak to Illifer, he had no reason too. He had to capital, only on visiting did these thoughts come into his head. The open and green landscape outside of the Astipor and its polished ocean, the familiar smell of salt, spices and perfume of the docks and its markets were always a welcome change to the stench of the capital. The sound of gulls and the sounds of a people filled with culture and variety. It stood a world away from the landscape outside the capital. Small villages, heavy poverty and sewage.
Rhoynar slowed to a walk as they drew close to another cart. From his seat, he could see a fat man arguing with a frail looking women. He glanced back to Illifer and continued closer. The women seemed to have a child in her arms, thrusting the boy in the man's face. The closer he got, the more detail came into view. The women was almost yellow, covered in thick boils and scabs, laced with a sickly ooze. His stomach clenched. There was another man further up the road, heading their way. Rhoynar placed one hand on his sword and continued forwards. The stranger was the same although the illness seemed to have taken his sanity. His clothes were stained with colours Rhoynar dared not to guess and his eyes seemed glazed and lost. Urging his horse past the cart, the screaming woman and her child, the knight forced his mount hard out of the village. He stopped by the outskirts, and turned to look for Illifer.
"How long has this been here?" He asked her once she was close. The lack of life in the village suggested a small while. "I thought this had gone?" The Jakathra Plague, or the yellow sickness as it was more commonly known had been silent for years, yet now it seemed so close to the Capital. There would be no way the temples could handle that many people if the sickness reached the capital. Regardless, it wasn't their mission. No doubt the village would disappear before the plague reached Eleusis.
With a sharp kick to the stomach of his horse, the knight reached Illifer's side. He would have to hide whatever fear he had away. This wasn't any of her concern. None of this was. She had no part in his affairs, regardless, he needed her. One extra pair of arms was better than only his own. If anything did happen, the help would have been greatly appreciated. He had plenty to consider on their ride to Astipor. He would leave her in the city and speak to his family before departing. An army could be moved into the city without notice, although a large army would result in a few birds flying home to their owners. They sat in a dangerous seat, one Rhoynar wasn't too sure they would hold any longer.
"It shouldn't take more than a day to get there." He commented immediately heading out along the grey stone road. The only concern in his mind needed to be whether or not Illifer saw the worry on his face. In his worry, he hadn't even spotted the conversation his companion had held with a drunk.
'Worry consumes you, we are not a family of worry.' He'd heard his grandfather say it dozens of times. He'd been the man to build and complete their empire, to cross the ocean and take Astipor from beneath the sleeping heads of it's owners. The people had at first seemed afraid but as the merchants began to flood across the sea, the city became the hub it was to that very moment. He was a man to look up to, a powerful business man and a true military tactician. A sickness had taken him one winter, shortly after his second brother had been born. Paranoia told Rhoynar it wasn't a illness.. He would have been wrong. Things had seemed to shift after his grandfather's death but only now was it noticeable.
The dark haired man pushed his horse along the stone road, no longer choosing to bare a simple walk. He urged his horse into a slow canter and weaved past an old cart and its owner. He didn't speak to Illifer, he had no reason too. He had to capital, only on visiting did these thoughts come into his head. The open and green landscape outside of the Astipor and its polished ocean, the familiar smell of salt, spices and perfume of the docks and its markets were always a welcome change to the stench of the capital. The sound of gulls and the sounds of a people filled with culture and variety. It stood a world away from the landscape outside the capital. Small villages, heavy poverty and sewage.
Rhoynar slowed to a walk as they drew close to another cart. From his seat, he could see a fat man arguing with a frail looking women. He glanced back to Illifer and continued closer. The women seemed to have a child in her arms, thrusting the boy in the man's face. The closer he got, the more detail came into view. The women was almost yellow, covered in thick boils and scabs, laced with a sickly ooze. His stomach clenched. There was another man further up the road, heading their way. Rhoynar placed one hand on his sword and continued forwards. The stranger was the same although the illness seemed to have taken his sanity. His clothes were stained with colours Rhoynar dared not to guess and his eyes seemed glazed and lost. Urging his horse past the cart, the screaming woman and her child, the knight forced his mount hard out of the village. He stopped by the outskirts, and turned to look for Illifer.
"How long has this been here?" He asked her once she was close. The lack of life in the village suggested a small while. "I thought this had gone?" The Jakathra Plague, or the yellow sickness as it was more commonly known had been silent for years, yet now it seemed so close to the Capital. There would be no way the temples could handle that many people if the sickness reached the capital. Regardless, it wasn't their mission. No doubt the village would disappear before the plague reached Eleusis.
I don't blame you! What did you play?
Also, I was scrolling down to the bottom of the page and read: Loyalty was such a delicate thing... Before I read anything else, god dammit! I don't think I'm going to be able to read fast enough to find out what an earth is going on!
Also, I was scrolling down to the bottom of the page and read: Loyalty was such a delicate thing... Before I read anything else, god dammit! I don't think I'm going to be able to read fast enough to find out what an earth is going on!
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Alex sat in his chair, his head in one hand and a finger resting between his lips; a small habit that almost kept him calm when the itches and burning hit. He flicked between channels, contemplating embracing again just for the purpose of a meal. No one seemed to miss the girls that hung around in his apartment now. No one ever seemed to miss them. His fingers changed the channels, watching the images without really taking in the information in front of him. He could feel burning in the back of his throat, in his stomach and in his fingers. It was hard to ignore at times. His eyes stared beyond the tv when his fingers hit the news. It took a moment to overcome the hunger and instead of the usual sigh, Alex smiled.
He knew there were Kindred in the city; a fair few from what he'd found out. This one seemed a little different. Whether they'd decided to rage against the machine or simply had lost their mind was baffling, regardless they were Kindred - a meal. Alex's brain drifted from the assailant themselves to something a little more interesting. There would no doubt be elders there, and if there was a fight.. He stopped himself quickly enough and stood from his chair with a clear determination of having a meal tonight; although if worst came to worst, he had his least favorite of the three and sacrifices had to be made. He feet carried him over towards his coat. If there were elders there, he'd be found out.. He'd have to be quick.
He pulled on his jacket on and locked his friends inside the house. They'd stay there until he got back. In the recent decade, Alex had begun to enjoy exactly how easy it was to find girls. There were plenty who simply fell as his feet at the proof of what he was. They'd made interesting experiences over the years. It was hard to describe really. There was no way they could prove their existence but allowing a few to know was always a small joy. Becoming the soul object of their dreams for even the briefest moment was practically everything he had now; aside from a few other things.
He stepped out into the street which was as always, silent. His neighborhood was always silent, everyone seemed to return home around six and disappear into their homes like they lived in Stepford. It seemed strange, even in the summer, he never heard children playing in the street or families arguing on the doorstep. His feet carried him along the cobbles, his eyes shifting between the occasional home with a light still shining. Part of him wondered what each of them were hiding, and the rest of him chose not to care. Their lives weren't of interest to him, it was no bother to him if a lover found out about infidelity or whether a loved one had died. His mind was hungry and his insides still continued to burn. Had he been human, a simple hit would have been enough, yet now he stilled needed the same hit, however retrieving it was always a little harder than buying a drug.
Following the street, Alex toyed with his keys just to occupy his mind. Anything to keep the beast at bay, if it could be called that in his situation. He'd spent years keeping himself of the Prince's radar, he liked it that way. He'd never felt like they knew of his presence in the city, he'd only met two other kindred in the night clubs, movie theaters or even the occasional film premier. They had all been like him; the same clan, not the same conviction. He turned out of his neighborhood and into the main road across the river. The traffic was less than usual considering the hour, but the bright lights from across the water surely indicated a busier night than it appeared.
He knew there were Kindred in the city; a fair few from what he'd found out. This one seemed a little different. Whether they'd decided to rage against the machine or simply had lost their mind was baffling, regardless they were Kindred - a meal. Alex's brain drifted from the assailant themselves to something a little more interesting. There would no doubt be elders there, and if there was a fight.. He stopped himself quickly enough and stood from his chair with a clear determination of having a meal tonight; although if worst came to worst, he had his least favorite of the three and sacrifices had to be made. He feet carried him over towards his coat. If there were elders there, he'd be found out.. He'd have to be quick.
He pulled on his jacket on and locked his friends inside the house. They'd stay there until he got back. In the recent decade, Alex had begun to enjoy exactly how easy it was to find girls. There were plenty who simply fell as his feet at the proof of what he was. They'd made interesting experiences over the years. It was hard to describe really. There was no way they could prove their existence but allowing a few to know was always a small joy. Becoming the soul object of their dreams for even the briefest moment was practically everything he had now; aside from a few other things.
He stepped out into the street which was as always, silent. His neighborhood was always silent, everyone seemed to return home around six and disappear into their homes like they lived in Stepford. It seemed strange, even in the summer, he never heard children playing in the street or families arguing on the doorstep. His feet carried him along the cobbles, his eyes shifting between the occasional home with a light still shining. Part of him wondered what each of them were hiding, and the rest of him chose not to care. Their lives weren't of interest to him, it was no bother to him if a lover found out about infidelity or whether a loved one had died. His mind was hungry and his insides still continued to burn. Had he been human, a simple hit would have been enough, yet now he stilled needed the same hit, however retrieving it was always a little harder than buying a drug.
Following the street, Alex toyed with his keys just to occupy his mind. Anything to keep the beast at bay, if it could be called that in his situation. He'd spent years keeping himself of the Prince's radar, he liked it that way. He'd never felt like they knew of his presence in the city, he'd only met two other kindred in the night clubs, movie theaters or even the occasional film premier. They had all been like him; the same clan, not the same conviction. He turned out of his neighborhood and into the main road across the river. The traffic was less than usual considering the hour, but the bright lights from across the water surely indicated a busier night than it appeared.
Ooh, fancy. You get Father's Day off? If you do that's not fair. Ours is on a Sunday I think next month I.
I'll post this afternoon, it's sunny as hell here so I've gone on an adventure for the day.
I'll post this afternoon, it's sunny as hell here so I've gone on an adventure for the day.
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The post above yours, post your cs in the link in that post. It takes you to the actual RP thread
The post above yours, post your cs in the link in that post. It takes you to the actual RP thread
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