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Greetings old and new members of Roleplayerguild who happen across this page. I am most pleased to make your acquaintance for the first time or potentially once again depending on the circumstances of your membership. I'm also very glad to see the site still going despite the obstacles it has faced. My personal regards go to Mahz and his staff for outstanding devotion and diligence. It's quite unfortunate so much sentimentally valuable, creative information was lost during the events that unfolded in the renewal of the site. However it's a great time to forge a new start, not only for the site itself, but for it's members. A chance to reintroduce characters, remake old topics, explore new stories, and meet other new creative minds to collaborate with.
With that all said, I would like to officially reintroduce myself. I am Thread Generator SIN, formerly Sin Productions. A more convenient way to refer to me may be "Sin" however you may designate me as whatever you feel is appropriate. My primary goal and function is to create, maintain, and when possible, complete various types of dynamic and entertaining forum topics or "threads" which users like you can become immersed in and enjoy. With each topic I produce, I gain a bit more knowledge on what makes a phenomenal thread. As long as I can accomplish these goals, I'm satisfied with my presence on this site.
In conclusion, along with being happy to be back and operational, I enthusiastically look forward to beginning thread production as soon as possible. Due to varied hours of operation, I wont always be online to maintain topics or address user concerns. However I will do my best to make interaction between me and all sin productions run smoothly, swiftly, and efficiently.
Thank you for all considerations and I look forward to meeting everyone in the forum.
With that all said, I would like to officially reintroduce myself. I am Thread Generator SIN, formerly Sin Productions. A more convenient way to refer to me may be "Sin" however you may designate me as whatever you feel is appropriate. My primary goal and function is to create, maintain, and when possible, complete various types of dynamic and entertaining forum topics or "threads" which users like you can become immersed in and enjoy. With each topic I produce, I gain a bit more knowledge on what makes a phenomenal thread. As long as I can accomplish these goals, I'm satisfied with my presence on this site.
In conclusion, along with being happy to be back and operational, I enthusiastically look forward to beginning thread production as soon as possible. Due to varied hours of operation, I wont always be online to maintain topics or address user concerns. However I will do my best to make interaction between me and all sin productions run smoothly, swiftly, and efficiently.
Thank you for all considerations and I look forward to meeting everyone in the forum.
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Decided to add this little bit to the post cause why not?
@SaquiraPictures are only convenient. Not necessary. A description will do just fine. As for the embodiment idea, I'm fine with that. I have a character you'll get along nicely with in the story. Actually it kind of a coincidence that you chose that particular use of embodiment. Anyway I won't spoil too much. Looking forward to your cs.
@SaquiraI want it to be varied in terms of beastman forms so whatever you think of will be fine. Some mermaids/mermen will be more fish than human. Some vice versa. I was thinking some mermaids would have the ability to turn their tails and fins into legs when dry. Something like "Wait no don't throw water on me!" Then poof, tail appears. What do you think about that? That way you can save your embodiment ability for another transformation. Then again, if not, your idea works fine! It wouldn't be unheard of for someone with more beast-like features to use embodiment to become human. In any case it's up to you. I'm open to most ideas. I wanted this to be kind of a sandbox for characters in the fantasy/steampunk catagories. There's still plenty of room in the roleplay though so your welcome to join. ^^
@Polybius@Tybalt CapuletIt's probably better you don't have any past history together. Makes for better story development. Feel free to interact though. You don't have much time before our royal friends decide to pay a visit.
@AdmrlStalfos19Appreciated! ^^
@Tybalt CapuletYou can post again if you want. Then we'll wait for our wet friend mr @Polybius.
@Tybalt CapuletYou can post again if you want. Then we'll wait for our wet friend mr @Polybius.
I guess this is a 3 person roleplay now XD Anyone else is free to join.
"W-what are they doing here?" Outside across the port, curious and fearful eyes looked on as a large white and blue ship brimmed with bronze and gold with white sales waded into the harbor. Just like any other ship, the vessel was greeted by massive mechanical arms and gloved hands which guided it in. Painted diligently across the sails and around the broad sides of the ship were symbols unmistakable to anyone in the world. The symbols of the World Military...
A raging guffaw of amusement erupted from a group of ragged drinkers seated near the entrance to the tavern, set off by the sight of the damp Zarpaden as he boldly emerged through the entrance, a trail of watery footsteps in his wake. "Whoa what happened buddy?! You look washed up!" Jested one of the old men between bouts of laughter. "Man that's Shallow!" Snickered another. "Oh cry me a river mate!" Chuckled a third. "Yeah, you know it's sink or swim in this world!" The men's few remaining teeth rattled with laughter as they competed to blurt out more water related puns. Most got lost in the cacophony of music and rabble of voices that filled the bottom floor bar section of the tavern.
Before the three geezers could manage any more quips, the doors swung open again. Their expressions changed entirely, jaws nearly dropping out of their skulls as their eyes glued to the voluptuous form of Mira which appeared from behind the moist man. Captivated by the gyrations of her enchanting motions as she strode by, the old men looked on in awe for several moments before they managed to gather their respective jaws off the floor. Wisecracks and laughter were soon replaced with hooting and whistling. "Hey sweetie pie! How about you let me buy you a drink!" "How 'bout dinner?" "How about a house and kids?" "You old fart, you're dryer than dust in the dessert on a summer day!" "And your broke ass couldn't buy a wart off a cucumber if pickles were sold for stones!"
The old men continued to bicker as the woman made her way to the long circular bar counter made of dark brown mahogany and embroidered with the carvings of lion heads that lined the surface below its edges. As she approached through the shifting crowds, her gaze was met by the piercing brown eyes of a doberman. Thinly veiled in a cloud of smoke, he drew on a half burned cigar dangling from his tan jowls before huffing out a pale plume from the end of his long snout. Pointed ears rotated subtly as acute hearing monitored the voices of those gathered around the counter for beckons or orders. Finishing up with drying an empty mug, the dober-man relaxed his hands gloved in white against the top of the counter, letting his head sink into his shoulders a bit as he quickly read the expression on Mira's face. An expression he recognized by now as someone who wouldn't be shy with the orders. She probably wouldn't be shy with the money either judging by her attire. Something else he had seen plenty of, though not usually while the sun was still up.
"Pick yer poison hon." Growled the hound-headed Bartender in a scruff choked voice. Rings of smoke escaped his fang filled maw, floating through the air to frame the fair skinned face of the red haired temptress. "Make it snappy doll. It's a busy one today." Behind the bar were several shelves and cases stocked with liquors and ales imported from all over the seas. Thanks to the many traders and salesmen that frequented Runeria, the variety of everything available was great. The booze was no exception.
A raging guffaw of amusement erupted from a group of ragged drinkers seated near the entrance to the tavern, set off by the sight of the damp Zarpaden as he boldly emerged through the entrance, a trail of watery footsteps in his wake. "Whoa what happened buddy?! You look washed up!" Jested one of the old men between bouts of laughter. "Man that's Shallow!" Snickered another. "Oh cry me a river mate!" Chuckled a third. "Yeah, you know it's sink or swim in this world!" The men's few remaining teeth rattled with laughter as they competed to blurt out more water related puns. Most got lost in the cacophony of music and rabble of voices that filled the bottom floor bar section of the tavern.
Before the three geezers could manage any more quips, the doors swung open again. Their expressions changed entirely, jaws nearly dropping out of their skulls as their eyes glued to the voluptuous form of Mira which appeared from behind the moist man. Captivated by the gyrations of her enchanting motions as she strode by, the old men looked on in awe for several moments before they managed to gather their respective jaws off the floor. Wisecracks and laughter were soon replaced with hooting and whistling. "Hey sweetie pie! How about you let me buy you a drink!" "How 'bout dinner?" "How about a house and kids?" "You old fart, you're dryer than dust in the dessert on a summer day!" "And your broke ass couldn't buy a wart off a cucumber if pickles were sold for stones!"
The old men continued to bicker as the woman made her way to the long circular bar counter made of dark brown mahogany and embroidered with the carvings of lion heads that lined the surface below its edges. As she approached through the shifting crowds, her gaze was met by the piercing brown eyes of a doberman. Thinly veiled in a cloud of smoke, he drew on a half burned cigar dangling from his tan jowls before huffing out a pale plume from the end of his long snout. Pointed ears rotated subtly as acute hearing monitored the voices of those gathered around the counter for beckons or orders. Finishing up with drying an empty mug, the dober-man relaxed his hands gloved in white against the top of the counter, letting his head sink into his shoulders a bit as he quickly read the expression on Mira's face. An expression he recognized by now as someone who wouldn't be shy with the orders. She probably wouldn't be shy with the money either judging by her attire. Something else he had seen plenty of, though not usually while the sun was still up.
"Pick yer poison hon." Growled the hound-headed Bartender in a scruff choked voice. Rings of smoke escaped his fang filled maw, floating through the air to frame the fair skinned face of the red haired temptress. "Make it snappy doll. It's a busy one today." Behind the bar were several shelves and cases stocked with liquors and ales imported from all over the seas. Thanks to the many traders and salesmen that frequented Runeria, the variety of everything available was great. The booze was no exception.
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