Roleplayer Guild - Forum Roleplaying Games - One-on-One Roleplay http://roleplayerguild.com/ Two players per role-play here. en Mon, 20 May 2013 00:46:59 GMT vBulletin 60 http://roleplayerguild.com/images/misc/rss.png Roleplayer Guild - Forum Roleplaying Games - One-on-One Roleplay http://roleplayerguild.com/ Breaths of Arcana http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206523-Breaths-of-Arcana&goto=newpost Sun, 19 May 2013 23:01:03 GMT SadSongs and superfugi the ball is in your court set the location and scene. Two men sit together on a patio out looking the ocean, the only... SadSongs and superfugi
the ball is in your court set the location and scene.

Two men sit together on a patio out looking the ocean, the only features we can see are the back of their heads. One of them raises his glass and says "Dark times are coming."
the other raises his glass and says, "As they always do brother."
the two men drink from their glasses and the scene fades away.
(our characters don't know this im just setting the mood sorta like a prologue) ]]> One-on-One Roleplay superfugi http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206523-Breaths-of-Arcana <![CDATA[Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences [SilverPariah X Kiravanhelsing]]]> http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206517-Ministry-of-Peculiar-Occurrences-SilverPariah-X-Kiravanhelsing&goto=newpost Sun, 19 May 2013 22:42:10 GMT *(OPENING POST)* ---Quote (Originally by KiraVanhelsing)--- ----------------------1867------------------------ Eliza sat stoically in... (OPENING POST)

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Originally Posted by KiraVanhelsing



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Eliza sat stoically in front of the big oak desk as she stared up at the head director of the ministry. Her gloved finger moved the small spoon around her strawberry tea, as she tried to appear innocent as he ranted avidly at her. "WHY MUST WE CONTINUE THIS UNPLEASANT CONVERSATION AFTER EVERY BLOOMIN, MISSION I SEND YOU ON?" She opens her mouth about to speak but he cuts her off,"I give you specific instructions, to handle the situation delicately and you create a catastrophe wherever you roam. Not only are the damages cutting quite highly in the governments pension, but you have completely decimated a piece of historical architecture that can never be built again. WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF MS. WOLFE!" She finally feels it is her time to talk and she starts with, "Well, I was just trying.." He cut's her off again,"Oh, of course you try, and you do get good results, no one will doubt you there, but by jove woman, does everything have to result with a pack of dynamite. If the world followed your methodology in problem solving, we would be dead before sundown." Eliza, sunk with even more guilt her pinned back brown hair, falling in cascades down her back. He finally moved back to sit in his seat waiting for her to speak. She paused, her head slightly bobbing to make sure he was done, and then she smiled,"Now.." Suddenly the phone rang and she sunked even further in her chair exasperation filling her as the director picked up the phone,"No..send him up when he arrives. Thank you Miss, Watts."

He sets the phone down then Eliza stands up speaking brashly, her course English accent flourishing as she tried to explain her case,"LOOK, Mr. Wellington, I am sorry for my lack of..well..preservation, but it was the only way to completely destroy that infernal Shaman, what with his living puppets. I was being ambushed and it was the only way to escape intact. I regret taking down the temple, but I feel incredibly bad about it. I swear I will never blow up another Inca temple for as long as I live. Good now, moving on."

She knew she wasn't getting away that easily, but she knew that the old man appreciated her, even now he was trying to stop the smile breaking on his features. Suddenly it was gone, and he smiled at her,"Oh yes, we can most definitely move on. It seems that my rants are not good enough incentive to start reform, so therefore I am taking more drastic measures." He stroked his beard a wicked grin appearing on his face. Mr. Wellington was known for his chivalry and almost legendary feats in the ministry. She began to feel small in comparison, and as he continued to speak forlorn fell across her features,"Therefore. I am assigning you a new partner. Fredrick is being moved to New Zealand, to work with the Ministry there and you will remain here under the tutelage of one of our best agents."

"BU...BUT!! Mr. Wellington, Fredrick and I have been through so much, isn't it, cruel to break us apart after all these years!"

He scoffed,"You have done enough to that poor man, then our medical payments can keep up with. He was absolutely splendid, to be moved, and he wishes you the best of luck with your new partner, who might be able to teach you a few things about proper respect, and take a certain seriousness to your missions."

She stands up, adjusting her pants and corset,"Oh let me guess, he's just an Upper class English toff, who probably bought his way into the Ministry and want's to play with the big boys now. Well I resist, I will not have some whiny, un-bred, pompous aristocrat, getting in my way and trying to take charge of my missions. You can tell him that!"
]]> One-on-One Roleplay SilverPariah http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206517-Ministry-of-Peculiar-Occurrences-SilverPariah-X-Kiravanhelsing Anyone want to RP with me? http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206510-Anyone-want-to-RP-with-me&goto=newpost Sun, 19 May 2013 21:58:04 GMT I'm looking for someone to rp with.

I would like to do an rp where a guy falls down some stairs, and gets knocked out. When he wakes up, he thinks he is a baby, and his friend must care for him.

I'm desperate to do some roleplaying!!! Please PM me, if you're interested. ]]> One-on-One Roleplay Blueicepup http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206510-Anyone-want-to-RP-with-me Midnight Hour http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206495-Midnight-Hour&goto=newpost Sun, 19 May 2013 19:50:43 GMT I walked through the woods. I looked around and waited to see if anyone was around. Nobody to watch out for. I walked into the middle of the clearing... I walked through the woods. I looked around and waited to see if anyone was around. Nobody to watch out for. I walked into the middle of the clearing and looked up at the sky. It was a full moon. I waited and watched the moonlight enter the hole throught the trees. The moonlight shone around my body and a grin spread across my face. Then...


There was a rustling in the trees..






(Your oc comes in now) ]]> One-on-One Roleplay EzianoAltair26 http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206495-Midnight-Hour The Lord and his Maid (Sora1297 x SilverRain) http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206469-The-Lord-and-his-Maid-(Sora1297-x-SilverRain)&goto=newpost Sun, 19 May 2013 15:52:09 GMT Deep into the night, in a far away in a dark castle, a room was lit warmly with a single candle. Melodie, a maid servant had finished her duties for... Deep into the night, in a far away in a dark castle, a room was lit warmly with a single candle. Melodie, a maid servant had finished her duties for the day. Unknown to those around her, she was an undercover hero sent by the guild. Currently she was writing in her diary, her only companion in the lonely castle.

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Dear Diary,

It has been a while since I've written. The nights are getting longer as we approach the middle of winter. I have since been working in Lord Tiberius' castle as a maid. My mission is to make a detailed map of his castle's inner structure. The Guild depends on me for this. I hope I will not fail them. So far I have mapped out the servant quarters, but there is much more to explore. I haven't been in contact with the Guild for many a day, but I suppose they would be interested in the weapons area and if there are any escape routes or traps. Each night I walk a little further, although I realised that there are some areas with wards that prevent me from entering them. I wonder what is beyond those wards? It is a powerful monster? Or maybe a secret treasure room? It would be terrible if there were townsfolk being tortured. My mind riddles me so, which is why I have decided to write. It makes me feel at ease.

The castle is vast and it's corridors a complex setup. The walls are well built - protected from catapult projectiles and fire. Windows are rare, which makes it hard to find my way around at night. But I must wonder... when I complete the map, how am I supposed to get it back to the Guild? Surely a servant such as myself cannot leave easily. There are no birds. Perhaps a trip to the sewerage system is required? I cringe at the thought. Nontheless, I will ensure my mission is a success! I hope the Guild still remembers that I exist.

Maid Melodie
Melodie then closed her diary and casted it's lock spell so that no one would be able to read it. Putting the diary into her drawer, she bit her lip. Tonight, she would venture beyond the servant quarters. It was a scary thought. The maid got up from her seat and took her candle before she went to the door. Listening for sounds outside, she was relieved to find that there were none. She opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. Looking right and left to make sure no one saw her, she then made her way along the hallway and then up a flight of stone steps. .

Realising the candle she was holding would give away her positon, Melodie blew out the flame and set it on the floor before continuing. Her nightly ventures had made her eyesight at night better - she was able to see with just the moonlight shining through the few windows. Her footsteps were also barely noticeable as she carefully walked along the corridors. These corridors had a red carpet running along the floor. She could only guess that they were meeting rooms or some such... ]]> One-on-One Roleplay SilverRain http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206469-The-Lord-and-his-Maid-(Sora1297-x-SilverRain) <![CDATA[Mixed Battle Royale IC (Garde & Arowne)]]> http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206432-Mixed-Battle-Royale-IC-(Garde-amp-Arowne)&goto=newpost Sun, 19 May 2013 05:03:18 GMT OOC (http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206429-Mixed-Battle-Royale-OOC-(Garde-amp-Arowne)) Slowly, Sky wakes up in some kind of strange... OOC
Slowly, Sky wakes up in some kind of strange forest, and scratches his head in confusion. "Where the crap is this?...when I come back to my house, I'm going to blame the frog for all of this. Yeah, blame the frog," Sky felt puzzled, but just decides to put all blame of this to his friend once he gets back home. He quickly checks his inventory, seeing his oh-so-precious butter items. He gave out a sigh of relief, and began to walk in random directions.

"Yeah! Adventure!" Sky randomly exclaims with high enthusiasm, not really aware of how much danger this entire place would give to him and others.

Meanwhile, Lelouch suddenly snaps out of unconsciousness, still in the pilot seat of his knightmare. No! I can't be....outside... Lelouch realized that there was something wrong, and switched the communication signals on.

"Kallen! Can you read me? This is Zero, what's going on!" Lelouch tried his best to keep his cool. No response from Kallen. He grew silent, and began to suspect that this was bad. quickly, he turns off the Shinkiro, and ejected himself out of the knightmare. He carefully leapt down to the ground from the pilot seat, getting a bit bruised but was still fine. He would later come back to his knightmare, but decided to wander and find help of any kind. ]]> One-on-One Roleplay gardevoirgirl76 http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206432-Mixed-Battle-Royale-IC-(Garde-amp-Arowne) Doctor Who (Techbro and Regomania) http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206412-Doctor-Who-(Techbro-and-Regomania)&goto=newpost Sun, 19 May 2013 01:50:11 GMT Cards Shuffled, and low music played in the casino. At a table, a young girl, roughly 24 was shuffling cards to a group of men, way older than her.... Cards Shuffled, and low music played in the casino. At a table, a young girl, roughly 24 was shuffling cards to a group of men, way older than her. This girls name was Elliot, or Ella. She Finished shuffling her cards and dealt them, 2 for each men. The men began playing. Ella looked over to a group of stone angels behind a door. "Man I hate those things...." She thought. ]]> One-on-One Roleplay Regomania http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206412-Doctor-Who-(Techbro-and-Regomania) <![CDATA[Seigi no Futaken [Jakeozzy & Demon Shinobi]]]> http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206387-Seigi-no-Futaken-Jakeozzy-amp-Demon-Shinobi&goto=newpost Sat, 18 May 2013 22:13:00 GMT *_Introduction -_* The old Japan is coming to an end. As the Imperial Age begins, the armies of a great nation of Samurai are disposed of, and... Introduction -
The old Japan is coming to an end. As the Imperial Age begins, the armies of a great nation of Samurai are disposed of, and replaced with ones that wield rifle and cannon. Samurai, Ronin and the like are being phased out, or blatantly killed off if they refuse to put their swords to rest. The name of the game is to follow what the Emperor says, or face his new form of black powdered wrath. Clans are supposed to unite now under the single banner of the Empire. Many refuse, and state that their way of life is at risk. Others obediently lay down their blades, and instead take up rifle and bayonet.

But whilst all of this violent political and military change is taking place, life is quite peaceful in one town. No Empire to bother them just yet, only a ruling clan, the independent Seigi Clan (it means Justice), that has yet to take a decision on what they're to do with all this life changing technology coming into play. Life is peaceful here, minus the fact that it's just like any other town. There is still peasantry, Samurai and Ronin going around living as they always have.

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Character List - ]]> One-on-One Roleplay jakeozzy http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206387-Seigi-no-Futaken-Jakeozzy-amp-Demon-Shinobi <![CDATA[I can always count on my Maid-Sama!! (Sora1297 & Fairy Tale Dreamer))]]> http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206366-I-can-always-count-on-my-Maid-Sama!!-(Sora1297-amp-Fairy-Tale-Dreamer))&goto=newpost Sat, 18 May 2013 20:22:48 GMT Marku sat down in his comfy leather chair with an audible thud as the soft fabric absorbed his impact. He took a deep breath and set down case of... Marku sat down in his comfy leather chair with an audible thud as the soft fabric absorbed his impact. He took a deep breath and set down case of bottled water on the table beside him and stared at the door, looking at his wrist watch occasionally. He blinked a few times and covered his mouth as he yawned, for it was early in the morning (if you called 9am early) and he had been awoken from his sleep thanks to an alert he had made on his iPhone about the applicants. Marku was a wealthy 21 year old living in Japan, but the truth was, he lived in a house that was almost too large for him (approximately 40 different rooms, each either their own purpose), but he couldn't bear to sell the place, for it had belonged to his parents and was his inheritance, along with the massive fortune they had left behind.

However, the issue that comes with the owning of a large home is it requires constant upkeep, which is why he was now sitting in a chair holding a clipboard in hand as he waited for the applicants to show up. He had put an advertisement out for help, but specifically, maids. Soon, the first young lady walked into the room wearing a black dress with a smile as she looked at him "Hello, I'm Ritta Yokosa." Marku smiled and nodded. "Greetings Ms. Yokosa. Shall we begin the interview then?" ]]> One-on-One Roleplay Sora1297 http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206366-I-can-always-count-on-my-Maid-Sama!!-(Sora1297-amp-Fairy-Tale-Dreamer)) <![CDATA[It was 'Just a cold' - Zombie outbreak! [DemonicSoulxSara Boo] {IC}]]> http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206360-It-was-Just-a-cold-Zombie-outbreak!-DemonicSoulxSara-Boo-IC&goto=newpost Sat, 18 May 2013 19:55:38 GMT A few months ago a virus broke out. What people thought was a common cold turned out to be something much, much worse. The virus spread wide and... A few months ago a virus broke out. What people thought was a common cold turned out to be something much, much worse. The virus spread wide and fast. There was nothing scientists could do to stop it. The virus slowly began to rip apart the infected people's defenseless bodies from the inside. Many suffered from heart attacks, lung failure and immune system shut down. It slowly picked off each infected person one by one. After a month or so, scientists believed that it was all over after most of the infected people had died and the virus was virtually wiped out. Or so they thought...

Now the once dead people, have came back to life. They are literally the living dead. These, what are stereo-typically known as 'zombies', have a certain craving for humans. Yep, That's right! They search the streets looking for anything human. If they don't eat, they die...Again.

Now the remaining people are on the run. Hiding out in supermarkets, gun shops, office buildings, anywhere they could find. One bit can spread the virus, unless the wound is cleaned. The zombies may not be the fastest, smartest or strongest but they certainly are still deadly...
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Archilleus had just left the local supermarket after finding a rather large group of zombies in there, who he guessed were sheltering from the daylight. He had gone in there to look for food, he hadn't eaten in days. But as usual he was out of luck. He noticed they were following him and broke out into a sprint towards the main road. Archilleus was trying to run as fast as he could, but he knew he had to pace himself. He had no idea how long this chase would go on for.

Archilleus turned his head to see a zombie just under a metre away from him. The zombie looked like it was in it's teens before it got infected with the virus. I guess the younger they are, the fitter they are... he thought as from his quick glance round he could tell this zombie was the youngest there. That just makes things a whole lot harder for me. Archilleus picked up his pace now. He was running along the main road, hoping to find some sort of survivor camp. But all he could see was the empty street infront of him.

Normally, on a main road Archilleus would be hearing cars and birds and maybe even people. Instead all he heard was the shuffling and the endless moans from the undead people behind him. Fuck off! He thought as he was beginning to grow tired. There has to be something round here..Some place to hide..People..Civilization..anything?! Archilleus turned back round to see that he hadn't got any further infront of the young zombie behind him, infact he even looked as if he'd got closer.
"SOME HELP WOULD BE NICE?!" Archilleus shouted as he turned a corner, still dragging his feet along the hard pavement. ]]> One-on-One Roleplay DemonicSoul http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206360-It-was-Just-a-cold-Zombie-outbreak!-DemonicSoulxSara-Boo-IC <![CDATA[The President's Son (Horatio x ZombieRooster)]]> http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206344-The-President-s-Son-(Horatio-x-ZombieRooster)&goto=newpost Sat, 18 May 2013 18:05:07 GMT “Sir, you’re on in five minutes,” “Yes, yes, I know…where’s Miles?” “Kathleen went to get him sir, he’ll be here,” “Good.” The President of the... “Sir, you’re on in five minutes,”
“Yes, yes, I know…where’s Miles?”
“Kathleen went to get him sir, he’ll be here,”
“Good.”
The President of the United States ran a nervous hand through thinning brown hair, looking over his speech as he paced around the hall. He was to address the public on a new bill he’d just passed that would receive a lot of complaints from the upper middle class. But he’d promised to fix the recession in his campaign and by God, he was gonna try his hardest.
But first, he needed his good luck charm, where was his son?
Miles Eastman did not share many similarities with his father; they had the same nose, eyes and the same dimples when they smiled. Otherwise he was the spitting image of his Native American mother. God rest her soul. Hair so black it was purple in the sunlight and long enough to reach the middle of his back, tan skin and striking bone structure. President Fredrick Eastman was almost too pale and beginning to show his age in comparison.
With his wife almost ten years in the grave, she’d never seen him get elected but had always supported his dream and adored the idea of being the first Native American wife in the White House. While some of her ashes had been spread in the desert her tribe was from, the rest sat in the urn Fredrick kept on his desk in the oval office. Without her, Miles was all the family he had and his son had been there for him every step of the way, cheering him on. And in support of his son, he’d made gay rights the driving force behind his re-election. No one thought he would win and tried to change his mind but he was adamant. Now, here he was in his second term. All thanks to Miles.
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“Is that paint in your hair?! I told you to be ready you little brat,”
“Sorry Kathy, I got inspired and didn’t have time to change,”
A tall, blonde (dyed of course) woman in a bright red pantsuit scowled as she fussed over the smaller man beside her. His dark hair was tied neatly into a tight braid and the tiny splotch of blue paint was hardly noticeable but Kathleen Fuller, his father’s press secretary saw everything. And freaked out about it.
At least he was wearing nice clothes, the fitted slacks and matching jacket over a pressed white button-up. It wasn’t Miles’ first choice but he wouldn’t dare embarrass his father in front of the press.
“Well, just don’t present the right side of your head to the cameras,” Kathy’s icy blue eyes rolled while Miles’ gray eyes twinkled mischievously, “And be more careful next time, I won’t have your father humiliated over your stupid hobbies.”
Miles clenched his fist, Kathy never said it, but he had a feeling she was slightly homophobic which made him wonder why she worked for his father in the first place. He’d never been able to hide his sexuality. And painting wasn’t stupid! Kathy wouldn’t know art if it bit her in the ass!
The First Son took a deep breath, he could wait until after the speech to give the woman a black eye.
“As you wish, your Highness,” he muttered, making her scoff and walk ahead of him.
“Come on, the President’s waiting,”
Miles stuck out his tongue at Kathleen’s back before glancing back at his ever-present shadow and smirking. At least he wasn’t the only one who hated the secretary. ]]> One-on-One Roleplay Horatio http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206344-The-President-s-Son-(Horatio-x-ZombieRooster) <![CDATA[The World of Eden(Invader Len & rawrrawrmeow)]]> http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206338-The-World-of-Eden(Invader-Len-amp-rawrrawrmeow)&goto=newpost Sat, 18 May 2013 17:45:41 GMT Image: http://cdn.wall-pix.net/albums/general-wallpaper/00025932.jpg Louise looked out the window at the vast expanse of blue known as the...

Louise looked out the window at the vast expanse of blue known as the Pacific. They were returning from a three-day class trip to Fiji, now on the seven hour return flight home. It had been almost a dream-like experience, two classes had come along for the trip, sixty-three students in all. On a jumbo jet liner that held four-hundred people, they made up at least an eighth of the passengers. They had played on the beach, gone swimming, scuba diving, beach combing, gone on tropical tours, caught crabs and fish, admired beautiful wildlife, eaten luxurious island cuisine, before sleeping at a five-star ocean resort.

She kept her bag in her lap, as her lap top was in there, the solar-powered charger resting on the window, catching some of the ray to power her computer. She always took her computer with her everywhere, and hadn't had an adapter for Fiji, and so had bought a solar powered charger to be cleaner and reduce her carbon foot print and stuff like that. She had compiled an encyclopedia of every animal and plant known to man, made from several different encyclopedias. It was her dream to someday publish her own line of biological encyclopedias, since studying living organisms was her favorite thing to do. Anyone around her would have thought of her to grow up to be a scientist or whatnot, no, she wanted to write books about everything.

She heard some stifled laughter and encouraging murmurs from a few seats back, causing her to stand up, bag on her shoulder, and investigate. She found a group of boys from her class huddled over a video camera, not taking any notice of her, too focused on what they were watching. They were looking at rather risque shots of the class girls in their swimsuits, taken without them noticing. Feeling indignant, she took her opportunity... And thwacked each of them on the head, before snatching the video camera. She was met with annoyed glares and hisses.
"What the Hell, Louise? What do you want?" one asked, bristling with hostility.
"Well, I was just wondering what you guys were looking at, and then I saw your wonderful video. I have to say, whoever took these pictures is really good at getting the unseen angle." she commented, earning some chuckles. "In fact, I thought it was so great, that I'd go and show the girls this video. Hey, is that a shot of Ms. Harrison? She does look pretty in her bikini, doesn't she? I should go show her too." she suggested. They erupted into a chorus of No! and Please don't!, going from cocky to pitiable in seconds flat.

She looked the camera over, and finding the control panel, erased all footage. She tossed the camera back at the group, where it's owner, Noah, caught it, holding it above his head to protect it as he lost his balance and landed flat on his face. Louise smiled and turned, walking down the aisle, proud that she had protected the dignity of her classmates. The group of boys looked crestfallen, until Noah sat up, pulling out a floppy disk and grinning.
"Good thing I made copies." he whispered once Louise was out of earshot.

As she walked back to her seat, something strange happened, and the whole aircraft rumbled and moaned eerily. Worried murmurs flew around, suddenly cut short as the plane jolted suddenly, a horrific screeching sound of metal against metal, followed by a boom. Warning lights flashed on, passengers started screaming, and stewardesses ran back and forth between the passengers and the pilot. Louise staggered over to the window, looking out. What she saw made her eyes go wide as saucers. The left turbine, engine, the entire left wing was on fire! There was another horrific screeching sound like before and the plane did a nosedive, plummeting before being evened out, but the were losing altitude fast. Through the corner of her eye, she saw something fall from the back of the plane. It was the tail fin. One of the most fundamental parts for keeping the plane airborne. She sank to her knees, starting to cry with eyes wide in horror She was going to die. They were all going to die. As the plane hit the ground and started tearing apart, something hit the back of her head and she lost conciousness.

She awoke to the sounds of bird songs and the chirping of crickets, opening her eyes to see the starry night sky through a canopy of trees. She crawled to her knees, wincing at a pain in her shoulder, and promptly throwing up. Finished retching up her last meal, she wiped her mouth and stood up shakily, looking at the sky again. Where was she? Where was anyone? How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was being on the plane- the plane!! Panicked, she looked around, staggering some, her legs not fully recovered. No, this was impossible! There was no sign of the plane, or anyone here! She looked on the ground, seeing something white peeking out under a bush. Approaching it, she saw it to be her bag, the contents undamaged despite the fall.

After a few minutes of panicked weeping, she recovered strength in her legs, her eyes puffy and red with tears, her clothes stained with mud and her body covered in scratches and bruises. If she had fallen out of the plane, as she suspected, then she was miraculously lucky. She was lucky to have survived at all. Her eyes adjusting to the darkness, she slung her bag over her shoulders and nervously started through the jungle, looking for the plane.
"Ellie?! Giliese?! Ms. Harrison?! Noah?! Any body?! Hey!! Is anybody there?!" she called out, searching for anybody from the crash. ]]> One-on-One Roleplay Invader Len http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206338-The-World-of-Eden(Invader-Len-amp-rawrrawrmeow) Alex vs Garvan http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206330-Alex-vs-Garvan&goto=newpost Sat, 18 May 2013 15:55:24 GMT The fight between Alex and Garvan. It will take place in a modern day city. The city is completely abandoned and looks as if it was deserted over... The fight between Alex and Garvan.

It will take place in a modern day city. The city is completely abandoned and looks as if it was deserted over night. Animals have begun to overrun the place as well as nature. The buildings are town skyscrapers in the middle, and move down to smaller houses and apartment buildings, and some of buildings are destroyed and cars liter the street. ]]> One-on-One Roleplay Damon Luco http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206330-Alex-vs-Garvan Playing the game http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206310-Playing-the-game&goto=newpost Sat, 18 May 2013 12:28:32 GMT The desert - a dangerous place for anyone whom does not play by its rules. A place with every changing sand dunes, fleeting shadow, hidden oasis's and an unforgiving sun. It is a place where few can live, man or animals, if a strong survival instinct is applied. Learning to live in such an inhabitable place has for centuries been the Dothraki way of life - always applying new skills and techniques to survive in this dangerous place. The Dothraki - a violent and barbaric people, living off the land of sand, defends their rightful place on this earth with an unstoppable urge to kill. Though, fights and wars are fought between the different tribes of the Dothraki, as the city dwellers hide behind their high stone walls, fearing the destructive desert too much to venture too far out.

A life within this deadly paradise had long been the way of the Dothraki and was supposed to have continued, until their king and leader had married outside of their people, and instead given the crown to a pail-skinned woman from across the deep waters. It was a union many cherished but some despising. It was far from the traditional way their king should marry, and for some, the thoughts their king's new queen put in his head was breaking too many traditions and values to be comfortable with. She wanted him to leave their land, travel across the deep waters where their horses could not swim and invade a kingdom they did not know existed. All of this to ensure her blood's future welfare.

In the pursuit of this "nirvana" that was to come, the Dothraki had left their comfortable and known life within the desert and started travel towards a city, something that was not encouraged by some. Their people had always lived out in the desert, and cities was only the source of corruption. But their king had decided to follow his beloved queen request, and therefore the journey had begun. The fact of the queens pregnancy had seemed to put even stranger thoughts in their kings head, but the thought of an heir was exciting for the whole tribe. Strange rumors of their queen being what was called "the dragon mother" was often spoken around the tribe, but whether the rumors were true or not, was not yet certain. The rumors had began with the queens dead brother, whom had claimed to be the last dragon, but by his death it had stood clear he did not have the dragon-blood rushing through his veins. And that is where the rumors had started.

The Dothraki tribe had been on the move for weeks, slowly but surely making their way towards Qarth. It was vital they reached Qarth before their queen was to give birth, such words had the queen spoken herself. Although she had adjusted well into living along with the Dothraki, she had convinced her husband and king that Qarth was the best place for her to give birth to their firstborn, and from there be able to start their journey across the deep waters to take back the Iron Throne where their son one day would sit. The thought was not welcomed to some of the Dothraki, and tension was spreading throughout the tribe. Some willing and eager, others took a too tight hold of their old traditions. It was a hard time for them all, no one being certain whether is would be a success or not.

As the sun had begun to set, the tribe had made up camp close to a small oasis - gathering water, preparing food and resting after their long march. The day had been as hot as usual, the unforgiving sun burning at their necks and non-existing clouds passing over their heads. The main tent, for the khal and khalisi, had been put up first and closest to the oasis with the rest of the tents being raised around it. It was important for the tribe to keep their king and queen safe, along with their unborn child and the valuable dragon eggs.

As soon as their tent had been raised and completed, Dany had told her husband she needed to rest after their long and harsh march. It was not too long before she would give birth, and the intense and everlasting pressure on her body quickly tired the young mother-to-be. Walking into the tent, she looked over at her dragon eggs, all three laying in the wooden box they had been delivered in. They were nothing but stone, she knew, but still valuable to anyone who knew what they were. But no matter how much someone would pay for them, she would never give them up. For her to be a Targaryen, those dragon eggs were more valuable to her than to anyone else - those defined her blood and what was rightfully hers by birth - the Iron Throne.

As she sat down in the bed, a hand softly resting on her swollen belly, she ran her fingers over the scaily surface of the stone. If only they had been found earlier, she thought to herself, they could have ensured her bloodline's place on the Iron Throne. But, at least with the Dothraki and any other army they could gather, they would take their stance and fight for the Iron Throne, making sure her unborn son would some day rule. Yawning big, she soon lay down in the bed, getting comfortable and closing her eyes, needing the rest until the preparations for the food were done. As she drifted into her sleep, Dany was unaware of the threatening thunderclouds that were drifting towards their camp.

The clouds had formed far away, near the deep waters, but had long since enriched the cities and lands near the sea with its rain, only carrying the tension and friction of thunder as it traveled across the desert. Reaching close by their camp, the clouds unleashed their fury on the tall trees around the oasis, striking down with a flashing light and terrible roar, splitting the trees in half and setting them on fire. Assisting the fire, the dry air and land surrounding it gave a perfect place for the fire to spread, taking hold of every strain of grass and green leaf. Everything that was nearby, the fire ate with an unstoppable hunger, claiming anything it could get a hold on - including the tents the Dothraki had set up. Laying in the tent closest by the oasis, the tent Dany slept in caught on fire almost as soon as lighting had struck. The fire spread from the ropes to the cloth and poles that was keeping it standing, finding way to get inside the tent, where it would find even more to feed its hunger, trapping the young queen with higher and even more ferocious flames as it claimed their camp.



The roars in Kings Landing had long since stopped after the execution of Ned Stark, his body burnt and a warning to all who was defying the Lannister's had been sent throughout the kingdom. Few people new the execution had only been a stage, taking a criminal whom was scheduled to be executed either way, putting a hood over his head and declared to be Ned Stark had been publicly executed in the courtyard. The fact that the public wasn't able to see Ned's face hadn't been too much of an upset, as the mere execution had been enough for those who supported the Lannister's and their new king Joffrey. Even the queen-mother, Cersei, had been pleased with the execution of one of her family's strongest enemies, even though the fact that his face had been hidden wasn't what she would have done. But, her son, the king, was the one who decided and apparently knew what he wanted. "It is to spare the weak hearts of the ladies watching" he had told her, and though she hadn't agreed with his ideas, she hoped this would bring even more trust and loyalty among the people.

During the execution, when the people of Kings Landing was preoccupied with the death of "Ned Stark", the real man had been guided through hidden passages underneath the courtyard to the harbor. His orders were clear - he was to cross the Narrow Sea, find Daenerys Targaryen and her barbaric horde and stop them before they could cross the Narrow Sea themselves and invade Kings Landing. For the first voyage, only a small group of soldiers would travel with Ned, keeping the suspicions as small as possible, until Joffrey could convince the realm that it was absolutely needed that they send more to keep the Dothraki in place. This first group would only be a scouting party - locating the Dothraki while waiting for reinforcements to start their war.

Standing atop the ship, a cloak and hood concealing his true identity to any who might pass, Ned looked out over the open sea. How long had it been since he had crossed it last? Twenty years, at least, since the last time he had left his wife Cat in Winterfell. As his thoughts traveled to his wife, she would with no doubt already have received a raven with the confirmation of his death. A pain struck his heart as he would have given anything to let her know the truth, that he wasn't dead and tell her about his mission. But he knew it was impossible, as such information could easily be read by anyone who might capture the raven before it would reach her eyes. How much wouldn't he give to see her one last time before they set off? To kiss her and tell her that everything would be ok?

Sighing deeply, he shook his head and walked down the stairs to the main deck. The ship was just about ready to set off, only a few more supplies were needed and some preparations before they would set sail and start their journey across the sea. ]]> One-on-One Roleplay LaShana http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206310-Playing-the-game KnM x Raez (on hostile planet) http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206300-KnM-x-Raez-(on-hostile-planet)&goto=newpost Sat, 18 May 2013 06:59:38 GMT Tuesday. His bearthday will be in Tuesday, in less then a week. Bew wasn't excited about it, there was no reason for it, but he remembered it. And like every year, he thought how would it be if his mother was still alive. Bew couldn't realy miss her- he never got the chance to knew her, even that his dad had many stories to tell. Bew found himself suddenly at the cafeteria, beeing led to there by his hunger, and the smell of fresh pancakes. He grabbed a plate, and seated at the closest table. It was eraly in the morning, so the place was almost emty, except for few other people, and the service robots. They were keeping the place cleen and the food fresh. Bew pour to his glass some orange juice when Frankie came in. Frankie was about the same age, and they were friends as long as any of them could remember, yet they happened to disagree about many things, like Bew's wish to discover new planets.
"So," Frankie said with a little smile. "Have you fixed EM?"
"I did," Bew smiled back, and drank his juice. "It took me some time, but I did it. Maybe next time you will find better use for him then spying on some girl."
"Annable isn't 'some girl', and I didn't sent EM to spy on her, just... to watch her back. And front. And what she like and don't like. Now give her, please."
"Okay, okay," Bew smile and got a tiny robotic mouse from his pocket. "Don't spy on her, or she'll kill EM again."
"Sure, whatever," Frankie snatched the robot and ran. "We'll talk later!" and he left Bew laughing to himself. ]]> One-on-One Roleplay KnM http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?206300-KnM-x-Raez-(on-hostile-planet)