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Possible App?

MidnightLunar said
On my iPad and iPhone I can still go on safari and come online. In fact, it's what I'm doing now. While the site is still being tested and stuff, don't you think future apps might be a bit early in the process of Roleplayer guild?

I find the safari version of the guild fine. I've been on the mobile site for a long time.
No problems.
I agree, it's a bit early for an app. We can't delete pms or delete posts. That's more important

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Possible App?

Possibly incredibly expensive. Especially posting to all three stores, ITunes, Andriod and windows. Would be awesome, but I think email notification should be fine. I use my phone all the time, doesn't take two seconds to zoom in or click a button.

Winter's Child

The three remaining Orphans lingered close by. Roran was still baffled by the prospect of her managing to heal the disgusting mess on Rannor's arm. Although he felt the ignorance of his previous actions weighing heavy on his shoulders as his superiors stood around. He waited and waited, watching Ysabel with cautious eyes. She would be one hell of a healer if she managed it. He'd even call it a miracle if the Gods were still around. There was no chance Tyhme or Mirelda would watch over Rannor tonight.

As Ysabel started to work, Roran disappeared out of the rook and sat in the snow, attempting to relax. Gilly had dashed to Rannor's side as soon as help had been summoned. Howan however had taken to trying to sleep. The elders were quietly talking, making a meal out of sourdough from the keep. Roran glanced inside occasionally, immediately looking back whenever Greymount glanced his way. He didn't need to have summoned them here for this. They could have dealt with Rannor themselves, although casualties would hVe been much greater. He could feel the resentment from some of the men who busied themselves with rest or chatter.

Howan soon took up watch and tended to the horses. The snow was starting once more, yet its flakes seemed to slow as the storm eased. No one took notice. Gilly had chosen to stay by Ysabel and Derrin, trying to keep Rannor still. He would ocassionally speak out, calling his brother an idiot for struggling. Roran had shifted his position to a pace back and forth in front of the rook. He needed Rannor to be okay, to survive. His mind flicked over things, trying to work out what would happen if his friend died. Three wasnt a good number to continue a watch over the pass.

Gilly lifted Rannor's head, looking up at Ysabel with bewilderment, worry and confusion. He'd kill her himself if Rannor didn't survive. The man spluttered for a second so Gilly lifted his head further, holding it steady. He slipped a hand under his shoulders to lift his torso, making it easier to drink. He was surprised when the colour of Rannor's skin changed, redness and life returning. He laughed with amazement and lowered Rannor's head back down. Upon orders, he shifted positions and began to twist a clean bandage around his arm.

Others hurried round to see the end result, each glad and surprised. Roran shared the joy for a moment before glancing towards Ysabel. Her reaction wasn't what he'd expected. He could hear Gilly retro the situation with the amazement and excitement of a child. Roran's brain ticked slowly, connecting vague loose ends until a story clicked in his mind.
"No.." He mouthed, watching Ysabel for a moment. Outside, the storm had stopped completely, the skies were clear and the stars seemed to shine. Roran walked towards Ysabel for a moment, stopping outside the cave. He noticed the sky soon enough and swallowed slowly. It was unnatural a for a storm of that strength to die down so quickly.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Andrew waited, easing the door slowly and carefully. It looked recent. The bastard looked like he was still resisting. He edged inside, knife in hand now with Mary inches behind. They'd never split up during moments like this. Never. Andrew glanced back at Marc and warned him to be silent. They'd need to check the adjoining room for runners before they took the first infected out. If one of them spotted the group, the shouts would warn all others in the area. That was the last thing they needed. The man crept forwards, pointing Marc and his wife into the next room so he could eliminate the first as soon as he could.

Back across the street, the others were somewhat safer. Emilie held her bow down, leaving it loose for now. It would be a long time before they'd find another.
"If one comes this way, I want you to duck. Forget everything and duck." She murmured to Annie, moving cautiously past the stairs. Various rooms sent waves of rancid stenchs over the girl's nose but it was to something they weren't used to. "Check the kitchen and then head upstairs." Emilie suggested, moving closer to Cameron. She crept towards the kitchen, listening. Her eyes moved to the windows. She spotted a someone over by the garden shed, or what was left. It took her a moment before realising the thing was a clicker. They'd be fine unless they made any loud noise.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Probably won't post til I have an IC post.

Finishing it later

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Tomorrow. I swear. Had planned on writing up Saturday, but my manager decided to fuck off on holiday, no warnings.

I do 5-1030pm on Friday like usual.
Then 5am-4pm the next day! And it continued until 4pm today. I have half of my post, yet now I have a u king migraine and can't continue without howling in agony.

It'll be finished tomorrow and things will continue

Winter's Child

Howan stumbled back into the trio and turned Gilly and Roran. It wasn't a good sign. Especially so many. They all knew they'd deployed a signal meant for war or life threatening situations. Rannor's life, however, was on the line. Roran turned his eyes away from the oncoming group of superiors. He needed to help Rannor, despite his overwhelming need to vomit. The stench was putrid, acidic and choking. He gagged as his hands touched Rannor's skin, feeling his skin crisp and his pores ooze underneath his hands. Gilly nudged him in the side as Greymount approached, desperate to attract his attention before they got into anymore trouble. Their job had been to watch the road, instead, they'd lost one man, watched a traveller disappear into the snow and potentially kill the best Watchman the keep had.

As Greymount pushed Roran aside, he dropped back off his knees and into the snow. He waited, watching carefully. Howan had left the cave to vomit again, bringing up the partially digested Warg's meat. Roran didn't doubt he'd be throwing up for days. The blonde scrambled upright and stood looking down, clenching his fists. The news of Rannor's fate was hardly promising. Roran exited the cave to stand by Howan, inhaling fresh air deeply. No doubt he'd killed Rannor himself. He was an idiot. He'd caused the guy pain, more pain than nessecary. No officers were left in Cannor, they'd be running riot within the day.

The two remaining orphans glanced inside the rook as Gilly replied to any questions. Roran wished the boy kept his mouth shut, he'd known Gilly for nearly have a decade, he'd always had a habit of telling more than was needed. The blonde turned his eyes back up to the sky, his eyes closing as he tried to ignore the smell. Howan had found shelter and solace by the cliff wall, holding himself upright whilst his stomach continued to empty onto the floor. The storm would get worse as tube night drew on, everyone knew that. Whatever the plan was, it needed to be decided fast. Roran twisted back around as Ysabel spoke. He'd forgotten all about her.

"How?" Roran asked, pushing himself through the group of offficers to see the thief. "No healer can stop that." He cursed himself for that remark. Had he not tried the same not ten minutes before. He'd be in far too much trouble when he got back to Cannor, unless he was made to continue his route. Howan, who'd finally stopped vomiting, turned into the rook, intregied.

[Request] Map please

Urgh giant wall of text, sorry

[Request] Map please

I'm looking for someone to make a decent looking map. Ideally one that would fit into the post box without stretching over the limits... Not sure that makes sense.

The map I'm looking for will feature several key features and will seem heavily George RR inspired so bare with me on this one. Ideally, I'd like it all one colour, with some detail of mountains and road and rivers.

Key Features

**A vast mountain range to the north with ONE passage travelling through to a location, or country known as Horngul.

**At the bottom of this road (passage), I'd like a castle known as Andor to be located. Not directly out of the passage but within what would be a mile or two.

**To the west would be the ocean.

**To the south I would like a desert known as the God's Waste

**I would also like, in the South Western corner, close to the sea, a Capital City known as Castermere. (See RR Martin right there...)

**I would like the map to be split up into five different regions.
#To the east I would like a river filled region called the Riverlands.
^^Here would feature a city known as Redhall, and a marking for several other small towns, each along the rivers

#To the south, boarding the God's Waste, I would like a region known as Vasrie
^^Here would feature a city by the name of Freylance, and a marking for other towns along the road.
^^I would also like to see a road leaving Freylance that would pass into the God's Waste that's called God's Road

#The region surrounding Castermere would be known as The Navel, as it would be the middle region on the map. I would like this to be a region that spans into the middle of the map, whether it is long as thin or a large oval, I do not mind. I would also like it to touch the ocean.

#To the North, the area that covers the mountains and Andor, I would like this to be known as Hiltas. A few small towns would be within this region, none as close to the mountains and Andor. I would also like all drawn roads to be heading directly to Andor.

#The final region would span the North East, this would be known as The Bay. It would connect with the sea and stretch as far along it as possible. Stopping to boarder The Middle. There would be two cities within this region, Georden and Dusklas with other small towns surrounding.

I have no opinion on what shape this country takes, although it is only boarder by the ocean on the West.


I know this is a big task but I would like more than one person to take the job, if there's only one taker then they can be my champion.

PM me or comment for questions or interest.