Secrets in the Sands OOC [Medieval Fantasy]

[Rulaan]

Metronome - sure, but you'll be added to the waiting list. Sorry! But feel free to create a CS anyway!

Updated OP with a spoiler on Time and the correct language to use for it. Please check it out.

[Aisling]

Rulann, do you have an OOC up yet?JW is all

[Manic Q]

....... This is the OOC.

I think the IC won't be up till the 16th

[Rulaan]

Aisling - Manic is correct; this is the OOC. Your character was accepted, I just have to ask, do your roleplay in the first person? Your cs is in the first person so I had to ask.

[Aisling]

It depends on how the others happen to RP in. I do both and I took 2 different characters parts to make 1 new person. Sorry about the mix up of the OOC and IC.

[Rulaan]

That is fine! Personally, I'd prefer third person.

[Aisling]

Then so it shall be then.

[Blu]

Hello people!

Listen closely. It will likely take all the attention your little minds can handle to comprehend what I am saying.

I will be playing the arrogant merchant who owns the caravan that is attempting to cross the sandstorm. You are all mostly human. So you are less than him. Because he is Ithari. And he is rich. Okay, everyone understand your place? Good! Now carry me to my wagon!

[Rulaan]

Hahaha, strange child!

But yes, he is correct. We will also be starting in the City of Angarak's Fall, in the Sapphire Dragon Inn (an establishment owned by Chi Minami's [RyuChi] family). I look forward to seeing you all on the 16th!

Still waiting for BlackMeat, Cadvin, PrimezTime and THEChanger to finish their character sheets. No pressure though, take your time! Still a few days to go!

[jakeholland]

And so the story begins, in a land of golden sand. With a twister of time creeping from the shadows, his goal simple yet perplexing. The savage giant seeking war and death, but without care for whose. The arrogant, elven trader, baffled and insulted by his own kind yet isolated by the very thing he hates. The submitted woman, her gender subdued and her apparent family by blood suffocating. The one-eyed man, his family only a short stop on the road to death and glory, his hunger only slowed by trauma or attachment. The jack-ish gypsy, her body and belly trained for entertainment, her beginnings humble and odd. The dark-skinned thing of shadow and luck, his trading of luck dependent on luck itself. Finally, the man of dark magic and daemons, his passion a remnant of his love, and his hunger never-sated.

This is a story of life, of death, and of secrets. This is a story of life-long dreams, their holders, and the ways in which they might be achieved, destroyed, or changed.

This is a story where everyone is both the protagonist and antagonist of their own lives.

This is a story with neither beginning nor end.