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very cool and interesting RP! I want to work on a CS when the interest check is over

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Dareen Kahina

The witch gasped, her eyes widened and her hands flew to her throat. Her feet kicked uselessly in the air and her face began to turn a shade of red. The man began to monologue, fear and adrenaline muted his words. As she tried to breathe, she make throaty, throttled noises. She looked at him, her face twisted into fear, anger, defiance, and an almost imperceptible smugness within a cocked eyebrow. Thoughts came and went, but one particularly satisfying came into focus. 'Knew it.' Still, it was fleeting comfort.

Eventually, he saw fit to release her, and tossed her like a ragdoll out the front door. Rough hands came into contact with her as she was caught by a goon of some kind standing in the door. Pushing herself off of him and staggering outside, she quickly gathered up the weapons that he threw after her. Fucking pig, she thought to herself, breathing in deep.

"You're wrong," she murmered quietly in Pruulish. "Xandar Markov, you are like every single man I've ever met." She wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve and composed herself. Clearing her throat, Dareen straightened her back and was on her feet as Xander stepped out the Winged Boar. Her eyes were narrowed and her posture was tense. Okay, Xandy. I'll play along. Still, she was having day dreams of gutting him in his sleep already. But best not to act on it, now. Bafoonish as he was, a proud Warlord Prince's ire was nothing to be scoffed at.

"Fly?" She leaned to get a look at the man behind Xandar, and followed his fingers to the far away building. Of course. Fast as it was, being picked up and carried was one of the most vulnerable and defenseless positions one could be in. Just as bad as being chained up or imprisoned. She didn't trust these people as far as she could throw them. But of course, Dareen was no longer protesting. She was still acting confident but Xandar had effeciently cowed her into following his lead. One good thing is that she probably wasn't being coerced into some dark alley-way to be jumped by some mugs. That place up there looked quite important.

"Shouldn't we wait until the rain passes?" She said, concern in her voice. She'd never been flown anywhere before. If winged wonder got zapped with lightning, they'd all come crashing down. It was looking like Dareen had less and less of a choice.

Cold Front: Antarctica (Completed)

Lauren C. Watson

Lauren was the second one on the seen, looking to see what the issue is with the generator. She was in her room, idly messing around with a spare heater to cool her thoughts, when the power flickered. Concern creased her brow and the young woman took a moment to put everything back together and then went to investigate. She briefly caught sight of Niels heading back into his room.

A short walk later, she peered around the corner. "Hello?" She called out meekly. She yelped when she saw the second- or possibly third- casualty of this apparent battle. "Jesus!"

"Oh, Lord." As other people joined her in the room, Lauren was clearly uncomfortable in the room and instead chose to hover outside. She was quiet. The identity of the killer was yet to be revealed. It felt like the person who did it wasn't in this very room, that it wasn't one of them. That there was some shadowy, nefarious outsider stalking them. But that wasn't the case. It was one of them.

"I don't know. He didn't kill anybody. That's what I thought- what I knew." She said quietly. "But I guess it doesn't matter anymore."

Cold Front: Antarctica (Completed)

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also hey reno didn't accuse lauren

is that meta-gaming?

edit: by "that" I mean what I said. lauren wasn't accused by anybody, if I remember correctly? unless niels investigated Lauren and she came up antagonistic. but in the actual roleplay Reno only said she was naive.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Dareen Kahina

Dareen raised her hands when she saw her spilt drink was magically cleaned up. Well, she thought to herself, that's one way to use magic. So many practical applications beyond just killing people. She was about to thank the bartender and retreat back into social isolation when she realized there was a lot more attention on her than she was used to. Not just strange looks, like was normal. The Eryien warlord demanded her to follow him to meet someone, and the bartender agreed. Immediately she was suspicious.

She gave a confused look, raising an eyebrow and slightly curling her lip. "Hello, traveler. My name is Dareen. What's yours?" She said sarcastically.

"That's generally how you start a conversation." Did winged wonder over here really think he could just, what, kidnap her? Dareen had seen a lot of schemes in her time. Most people assumed she was an easy mark. Perhaps it was the look of childlike innocence in her eyes, she thought bitterly. Maybe this wasn't some sort of trick, but it was certainly disrespectful. The large man reeked of wealth, power, and a sense of superiority. Dareen never acted the submissive servant to blue bloods like him.

The resentful witch leaned back in her seat, making it obvious she was intent on staying in the bar, at least for now. One hand casually rested on the pommel of her saber, her elbow pressed against the counter top. Her right hand was crossed across her chest and lazy tracing lines on her left shoulder.

"Please don't talk to me like one of your maids. You know my name; I'd like to know the name of the person you want me to meet. Or why we're meeting them. Any piece of information at all, really, would be nice." She said, scanning the Eryien up and down. He was certainly a sight to behold. Nothing 'subtle' about him. Probably used to having people at his beck and call, and them doing whatever he wanted. Either out of servitude or intimidation. One thing was for sure- he didn't know how to ask nicely. Didn't he know that stupid people like her wouldn't comply simply out of spite? He could offer her a hundred bars of gold and she wouldn't take them if he used that tone of voice. Still, he might have something important to say. But there was a matter of pride involved, here. Of power. It sounded like he meant to demean her, and Dareen wouldn't allow it. And that was all of this was true. She was totally prepared for the outcome that he was just some bully seeking to rob her.

So the witch sat and stared defiantly, apparently having already made multiple assumptions about the Eryien man. She wasn't looking for a fight, but she also wasn't looking to be made to heel like a dog.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

okay here i am "Bright and early" to finish the post.

you ever just look back at what you wrote and realize it's borderline incoherent?

expect a post in an hour or two

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

sorry, i want to get a post up soon. so i will will start working on it tonight

Cold Front: Antarctica (Completed)

eeee

Cold Front: Antarctica (Completed)

yes

Cold Front: Antarctica (Completed)

we don't have to lynch any fellow gamers

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